#i need to make some more st jewelry

[sleepiesttoken]

New fan here: If I make a sleep token-themed bracelet, what’s a word I should put on there? I was just thinking of putting Worship but idk

i think worship is perfect! you could also do the album names/acronyms if you have a fav album or one of the members names if you have a fav? or even just ST? or a song you really like/symbolism from a song or album you like

i made a keychain a while ago that just said ‘sleep token’ because i was not feeling very creative i guess lol but there’s SO much you could do! i also made a morse code necklace that said ‘sleep token’ with red, white and black beads. so still representing them but not screaming sleep token ya know?

[sillyjudgeofhell]

the ever-radiant goddess

(kinda lazy, click image for better quality)

[spiicii]

boy toy | chapter three

jey uso x seth rollins x fem!reader word count → 11.2k summary → you spend the morning getting to know your new boy toy. and when seth comes home, jey proves that he’s not just your plaything … he’s your daddy’s too.  notes → the smut doesn’t happen until the end, so stay with me! also some gratuitous seth and jey action to kick off pride month. warnings → sugar daddy au, prostitution au, dom!seth, switch!jey, switch!reader, threesome (m/m/f), daddy kink, dom/sub, objectification, degradation, humiliation, pet play, dirty talk, blowjobs (male giving), handjobs, breathplay, dacryphilia (jey is just so pretty when he cries), aftercare links → masterlist / taglist

Warm sunlight filled the open bedroom, rousing you from your peaceful slumber. It took you a moment to remember where you were, blinking away sleep to take in the unfamiliar room. It wasn’t until you caught a glimpse of the ocean outside the window that you remembered you were in Miami. 

You attempted to stretch your arms above your head but you found yourself grimacing in pain when you realized just how sore you felt. Jey had certainly put you through the paces last night. And while your limbs ached, you couldn’t help but feel strangely satisfied. You’d never experienced anything like last night. And you were already looking forward to more. 

You turned and saw Jey sound asleep beside you. His dark curls were tousled, his mullet fanning across the pillow behind him as he kept one arm slung around your waist to keep you close. 

You found yourself reaching out a tentative hand to brush some of the hair from his forehead, watching in fascination as he let out a happy sigh in his sleep. His arm around your waist tightened and he pulled you closer. 

He somehow looked younger when he slept. There were no frown lines or signs of worry across his boyish-looking face. Instead, he seemed content and at peace, snoring softly into the pillow as he held you close. The sunlight from the bedroom window cast a radiant glow around him, making him look almost angelic. 

“What are you doing up?” Seth’s soft voice had you turning to look for him, offering him a sleepy smile when you saw him standing at the foot of the bed. 

“Daddy,” you whispered, giving a cat-like stretch against the pillows as Seth approached your side.

“Thought you’d sleep in more after last night,” Seth teased, still keeping his voice low. “You feeling okay this morning?” 

“Mm hm.” You reached up to wrap your arms around his neck. “Never better.” 

Seth’s lips were soft and gentle as he kissed you, one of his large hands reaching up to tenderly cup your cheek. And when you finally broke apart Seth pressed a sweet kiss to your forehead, his gaze at you adoring. 

“You’re making me not want to leave.” He murmured, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone. “Making me want to ditch all my meetings this morning and climb back into bed with you.” 

You smiled up at him. “So why don’t you?” 

Seth seemed to actually consider it, his gaze flickering between you and Jey. It took him a few moments for him to finally let out a dejected sigh. “No, I shouldn’t. I have too much to do today, princess. I have to go.” 

You tried not to feel disappointed. Seth was a busy man. It was part of the reason why he was so generous. He showered you with the finest things money could buy: expensive jewelry, clothes, furs, shoes, handbags, cars, penthouses… He just wanted to make you happy. And while he was impossibly sweet, you didn’t need any of it. All you really needed was him. 

“When will you be back?” You whispered, leaning into his touch as he continued to stroke your cheek. “Please don’t say tomorrow.” 

Seth smiled. “No, I’ll be back tonight, though it’ll probably be late. You don’t have to wait up for me, sweetheart.” 

He always said that but you always did. 

“I feel better leaving you today,” Seth murmured, smiling down at Jey, who was still sleeping soundly. “I like knowing you won’t be here all alone.” 

You both stared at Jey in wonder, seemingly captivated by the way the sunlight seemed to glimmer across his tattooed skin. Seth removed his hand from your cheek to pet Jey’s hair, smiling wider when Jey let out another contented sigh in his sleep, burrowing deeper into your side just to be closer to you. 

“I think he likes you,” Seth teased, continuing to run his hand through Jey’s messy curls. “Do you like him?” 

You found it difficult to tear your eyes away from Jey’s peaceful face. “I do.” You whispered, unwilling to speak any louder and risk waking him. “I like him a lot. He’s so pretty, Daddy.” 

Seth chuckled, offering one last pet to Jey’s hair before standing. “I’m glad, baby. I didn’t like the idea of you staying here all alone with no one to play with. Which reminds me…” 

You raised an eyebrow as Seth pulled away, quickly grabbing one of his bags by the door. 

“I have something for you,” he said, digging around in his bag to produce a leather-bound book. “Something you need to look over today.” 

You took the book Seth offered you in confusion. “What is it?” 

“I told you yesterday that your little plaything belongs to you and I meant it. But that means he’s your responsibility.” He motioned to the book in your hand. “He comes with an…instruction manual, I guess you’d call it. You’ll have to read it over and make sure you understand it. He’s got some funny quirks in there.” 

“Like what?” 

“You’ll see.” Seth pressed one last kiss to your forehead before returning to the closet to get dressed for the day. “But he’s yours to take care of. You’re responsible for making sure he gets fed, goes to his check-ups, whatever he needs. Think of him as one of those cute little Pomerians. Or maybe a gerbil.” 

“Daddy!” You admonished, still trying to keep your voice quiet. “Don’t be mean.” 

“I’m not!” Seth’s gap-toothed grin was mischievous. “But he is like a little puppy, isn’t he?” 

You looked down at Jey’s sleeping form, unable to resist the urge to pet into his hair the way Seth had. He was like a puppy, but you weren’t willing to give Seth the satisfaction of agreeing with him. 

“So, he’s really staying here with us?” The whole situation was so foreign you were having trouble understanding it. “He doesn’t have to go home or anything?” 

“This is his home now.” Seth replied. You watched in horror as he stepped into a pair of zebra-print dress pants as he talked. “But don’t worry, sweetheart. He gets days off. It’s all in that little book, I promise.” 

You decided to ignore Seth’s fashion choices and instead flipped through a few pages, raising an eyebrow when you saw the small print. “You read all this?” 

Seth waved his hand dismissively. “Yeah, yeah, I read it all yesterday when I picked him up.” 

“Liar.” You muttered, turning to the first page. In big sweeping letters you read Triple H Enterprises. 

“Look, I’m a busy man,” Seth’s tone was cheeky. “I knew you’d have it under control, sweetheart. I trust you.” 

You frowned at him. “If you paid for him, then you should read this too. It looks important.” 

“I did read it! Well, most of it.” Seth didn’t seem particularly concerned, now standing in front of the mirror as he buttoned up his dress shirt. “But you’re going to read it and that’s what matters. If you have any questions I’m sure Boy Toy can answer them.”  

“Well, if he’s staying here, did he bring anything? A suitcase? A bag?” 

Seth didn’t seem to be focused on your conversation anymore, still standing in the mirror to complete the final touches of his outfit. You would normally say something about the full zebra print suit and white cowboy boots, but you didn’t think now was the time. 

“Yeah, I think he came with a bag or something.” Seth’s tone was distracted, waving away your concerns with an unbothered flick of his wrist. “I threw it in one of the guest bedrooms.” 

You sighed. You’d forgotten just how careless Seth could be. He called himself a visionary. An architect. His job was to see the big picture. It was everyone else’s job to handle the details. 

“Alright, I have to head out, sweetheart.” Seth quickly moved back to your side to ruffle Jey’s hair affectionately, his brown eyes sparkling as he looked down at you. “Call me if you need anything. I’ll see you tonight, okay?” 

You still had a million questions for him, but you pushed them to the side. Maybe Seth was right. Once you read the book and talked to Jey, maybe you’d have a better understanding of how all this worked. 

“Okay, Daddy.” 

The front door closed behind him and suddenly you and Jey were alone. 

As usual, you felt the familiar pang of loneliness at Seth’s absence. You tried to push it aside, deciding instead to focus on Jey’s sleeping form as he curled up close beside you. His hair was so soft beneath your fingers as you continued to pet him and you felt captivated to watch his soft lips quirk into a smile as he slept. 

He seemed so sweet. So tender. So vulnerable. You were amazed at how he’d gone from dominating you in the roughest way imaginable to this soft, sweet little puppy. Even though he was asleep, you felt a little more content with being alone now that he was with you. 

You decided to snuggle deeper into the bed and turn your attention back to the book in your lap, keeping a hand in Jey’s hair. 

The first few pages outlined a bit of background about Triple H Enterprises, a luxury escort service with a long history here in Miami. The paragraphs about the company’s illustrious history seemed rather self-congratulatory to you, so you quickly moved on to the next section. 

This is where you assumed Seth had stopped reading. It was mostly legal jargon now, detailing both state and national laws about the solicitation of sex and the general loopholes that allowed Triple H Enterprises to operate with minimal government interference. Despite your boredom, you were sure to read it all carefully lest you miss something important. 

You were happy to find a section titled “Employee Rights” which included an employee's right to leave during a session with a patron for any reason without the risk of termination. There were other employee rights outlined as well, including the right to quit at any time, advocate for their own schedule, and play a role in contract negotiations. 

All parties, including Triple H Enterprise employees, must consent to sessions in advance with full knowledge of appropriate expectations, safewords, and safety plans and procedures. Changes in these expectations, threats to personal safety, and disrespect to personal boundaries are all grounds for sessions to be terminated by the employee at any time. 

There were a variety of other topics too: patron confidentiality, travel considerations, discussions of consent, safe sexual practices, safety protocols, and the usage of safewords. The company seemed conscientious in its wording about safety, carefully detailing what criminal charges can (and would) be pressed should a patron violate an employee’s consent or refuse to follow safety procedures. 

You saw a small disclaimer at the bottom: 

Please note that long-term contracts require more specific safety planning and written expectations to ensure safety for all parties involved. Please see your local liaison for more information. 

Just as you were wondering if Seth had already signed one of these long-term contracts, you turned the page and found his signature, right next to Jey’s and Hunter’s, on a dotted line. It was clear that the remainder of the book contained the specifics of the contract the three of them had created.

Again, you wondered just how much of this Seth had read. Had he gone through and meticulously outlined each detail? You seriously doubted it. If Seth wasn’t big on details, he certainly wasn’t big on paperwork. He often left this to his lawyers and secretaries, of which he had many. 

The contract began by discussing Jey’s salary, emphasizing that Seth was to pay Triple H Enterprises directly, not Jey. The company would then give Jey a daily percentage of Seth’s payment for each day he worked. The percentage seemed a little low, but this all felt very unfamiliar to you. Perhaps you’d ask Jey about it when he woke up. 

The next part of the contract detailed Jey’s specific safety protocols, which you were happy to see. He had the same safewords you did and used the traffic light system: red for no/stop, yellow for slow down/check in, and green for yes/continue. Since Jey was not staying at the “House,” the headquarters for Triple H Enterprises downtown, he was required to check-in via phone once a day. He was also required to have his phone with him at all times in case of emergencies and you realized with horror that Jey’s phone was likely with his bag in the guest bedroom. 

Great. He hadn’t even been with you 24 hours and you were already screwing things up. 

You considered getting up to fetch it, but another glance at Jey’s peaceful face had you hesitating. You experimentally moved to sit up again and Jey’s grip around your waist tightened again, his brow now furrowed in unhappiness. You were quick to lay back down. 

Alright, fine. But as soon as he woke up, you were making sure he had his phone with him. You didn’t want Jey to feel unsafe, returning to pet his hair in an effort to soothe him as he slept. Jey curled under your arm in response, his face now pressed into your side as he nuzzled closer.

You were interested to keep reading, especially now that it was talking about Jey specifically. You noticed that Jey’s safety plan ended with another disclaimer:

Failure to check-in with the House at the predetermined intervals will result in further investigation on behalf of Triple H Enterprises which may include a home visit and possible law enforcement intervention. It is both the patron’s and the employee’s responsibility to ensure that regular check-ins are completed. It is up to the discretion of the employee to decide if the frequency of required check-ins should increase or decrease. Any changes to the frequency of check-ins must be documented and signed by the employee. 

While you were happy that they were so strict about Jey’s safety, you wondered if this was normal. It seemed…cautious, to say the least. Perhaps overly so. But you didn’t question it. As long as Jey felt safe, that’s what mattered. 

You were then surprised to reach a section titled “Training Specifications” which detailed exactly how Jey had been trained for this job. You remembered Seth had mentioned this earlier last night. 

Hunter trains his boys well. So if you want to taste him, you’ll have to give him permission first.

That seemed to be the running theme of this section. Jey wasn’t meant to do anything, even speak, without expressed permission. This seemed to be a focal point of his training and you weren’t sure how you felt about that. 

In fact, it seemed that Jey had been trained in a variety of different things: social and emotional skills, communication, BDSM etiquette and practices, as well as something called the “healthy engagement in sexual acts” which basically seemed to imply that he’d been trained on how to fuck, suck dick, and eat pussy. Was that really something one needed to be trained for? Perhaps in this field it was. You were already unfamiliar with all of this, but it seemed that Triple H Enterprises was a lot more complicated than you’d expected. Perhaps in Seth’s world, a world full of money, power, and luxury, this sort of thing was normal. 

Jey mumbled something in his sleep and you looked down at him curiously, watching with interest as curled closer to your side. He seemed to be having some kind of nightmare, his brow furrowed again and his grip around your waist tightening. It wasn’t until you began scratching lightly against his scalp that he started to relax again, though his brow stayed tight, his lips pursed in unhappiness. You wondered what he was dreaming about. 

When you got to the section titled “Preparation,” you began to see why Seth had described it as an instruction manual. There were many paragraphs about how to prepare your home for a new companion, like Jey was some sort of pet. While Jey was expected to advocate for his own needs, it was clear that it was the patron’s responsibility to ensure that the companion was well-cared for. There were sections on healthy sleeping habits, diet, exercise, hygiene… your head was swimming just trying to read it all. 

Jey let out a low hum in his sleep, relaxing further and further into your side as you continued to pet him. Whatever nightmare he was having seemed to have passed, that small smile returning to his lips as he slept. You checked the clock and saw that it was nearly 10:00 AM. You considered reaching for your phone to call for breakfast, but you had a feeling that Jey would be unhappy if you tried to leave again, so you stayed. 

Reading a section about Jey’s personal health was certainly interesting. There was information about his most recent STI screening (he’d tested negative for everything as of two days ago) as well as details about his daily need for prescription eye drops and allergy medication. It felt a little invasive to learn that he’d had a vasectomy, but maybe it was a good thing that you knew. You certainly hadn’t talked about contraceptives last night, even though you’d been on the pill for years. 

It was clear that Jey was expected to return to the House at least once a month for regular check-ups and STI screenings, something that the patron was responsible for. There was a very lengthy section on the repercussions of passing on an STI to an employee of Triple H Enterprises, including a fine of at least $250,000 (though it could be more depending on the infection or disease) and a lifetime ban from the company.

The final section of the book detailed Jey’s specific preferences, including his desires and hard limits. 

Finally. 

After all the jargon and explanations and focus on safety, getting to this section felt like a reward. You were excited to see what Jey liked. Any playtime you had with him wouldn’t be fun unless he was happy too. 

You read about his limits first. They all seemed completely reasonable. No permanent damage. No scarring. No scat or piss. No needles. The rest were words that you didn’t recognize and you were quick to Google them, your jaw dropping at some of the things he’d listed. You’d never heard of these things before. You were just glad Jey had them listed as hard limits because you were certain you’d never get the mental image of vore out of your head. 

You turned the page and found a blue sticky note, Seth’s loopy handwriting immediately catching your eye. 

The arrow he drew pointed to one of the preferences on Jey’s list and you giggled at the sight. 

Pet play 

Alright, so maybe Seth had been right. Jey was like a puppy. And apparently he was fine with being treated like one too. 

You removed the sticky note to keep reading, feeling lighter than before. You’d been secretly worried that Seth hadn’t read any of this, his cavalier attitude from earlier leading you to believe that he barely cared about Jey. 

But you shouldn’t have been worried. Seth always cared when it really mattered. And you were glad that Jey mattered enough to him to put aside his long-standing dislike of paperwork and details to at least go over this contract with him. 

You were impressed by Jey’s list of preferences. There were a lot of things he enjoyed, many of which you’d done last night. Some of his listed preferences had small asterisks beside them, indicating that he liked them, but wanted to discuss them beforehand. There were only a few: impact play, punishment, and other similar things. 

You saw that Jey had checked the box for “No Preference” next to the preferred gender of his sexual partners, which someone (no doubt Seth) had drawn a loopy heart next to. You couldn’t help but chuckle. Seth had made it seem like Jey was only for you, though now it was clear that Seth was more than happy to enjoy your little plaything too. You kept that in mind for later. 

It felt appropriate that Jey began to stir right as you reached the end of the book. You watched with interest as his long eyelashes began to flutter, his eyes struggling to open in the bright morning light. 

He seemed confused about where he was, his brow once again furrowed as he blinked awake. It wasn’t until he met your gaze that he relaxed again, recognition now dawning in his soft brown eyes. 

“Good morning,” you murmured, still keeping your hand in his hair. Jey hummed in contentment, his sleepy eyes fluttering as you continued to pet him. 

“Good morning,” he returned, his voice a low rumble. “How’d you sleep, pretty girl?” 

You couldn’t help but grin. God, he was adorable. “I slept good. It seems like you did too.” 

Jey offered you a lazy smile. “Best sleep I’ve had in a while,” he admitted. “You’re a good cuddler.” 

You chuckled, scratching lightly behind his ear just to hear another sigh of contentment. “I’m glad you got a chance to sleep in. Especially after the long night we had.” 

Jey hummed in agreement, continuing to lean against you as you ran your hands through his hair. If he looked any more like a puppy you’d have to get him a collar. 

“Are you hungry?” You asked him. “Do you want breakfast?” 

Jey looked up at you with a wide smile. “I could eat.” 

*****

You had texted the chef to let her know the two of you were up, giving Jey some time to freshen up in the bathroom. You noticed that he only had a single duffel bag with him, no other luggage in sight. Was that really all he had? 

You were adding that to your growing list of questions. To you, Jey was an enigma. Still a total stranger despite the intimate night you’d shared yesterday. And now that you were alone with him, Seth no longer acting as the buffer, you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous.

What if he didn’t like you? What if he wanted to leave? What if he wasn’t happy here?  

“Gooooood morning,” Bayley’s sing-song voice cut through your insecurities, her purple hair already poking around the bedroom door. “Am I good to come in?” 

“Yes, yes, of course!” You were quick to set the book on the bedside table, sitting up to smile at your friend. “How are you this morning?” 

“Never better! Miami is doing wonders for my knee. Isn’t it just beautiful? I hope we stay here a few months at least. I can’t stand the idea of returning to London.” She shivered. “That damn island was so wet. Jesus, I never felt dry once. And my knee? Hurt the entire fucking time.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at Bayley’s monologue, watching as she wheeled in your breakfast, which had doubled in size to accommodate your new guest. 

“But sunny Miami? I’m starting to see why people retire here. I can’t wait for you to see the beach, girl. It’s amazing.” 

She handed you your usual mimosa, which you took happily. 

“So, tell me everything! Is he cute? Mr. Rollins said he was. Did you like him? Was it a good surprise? Oh, I’ve known about it for ages, but Mr. Rollins made me swear not to tell you. And thank god he doesn’t have any dietary restrictions or allergies! If I had to somehow get gluten out of all my recipes, I think I’d go crazy. Well, go on! Did you like him or not?” 

“I did, I did!” You chuckled, leaning back against the headboard to meet Bayley’s cheerful smile. “He’s very cute. If you stick around you’ll get to see him. He’s in the bathroom now.” 

Bayley was quick to dismiss the idea. “No, no. I shouldn’t! It’s your first morning together, so I’ll get out of your hair. I’ll come up and see him at lunch. Unless you’re going out?” 

You shrugged. “Probably not. But I’ll let you know.” 

“Please do! And if you need anything else, shoot me a text! I’m just down the hall.” 

“You got it, babes.”

Bayley flashed you one last smile. “Enjoy!” 

And then she was gone again, the front door closing behind her. You took a sip of your mimosa, eying the breakfast spread. Pancakes, eggs, toasts, omelets, even champagne and orange juice on ice for fresh mimosas… It all looked and smelled delicious. You were already reaching for a piece of toast when Jey emerged from the bathroom. 

He was still in Seth’s pajama pants, his arms stretched above his head as he let out a yawn. The pajama pants were slung low beneath his hipbones, revealing the happy trail that led up his navel. His skin seemed to be glowing, his tattoos glistening in the morning sun. You couldn’t help but chuckle when his face lit up at the sight of breakfast. 

“Take your pick,” you said, motioning to the spread. “Whatever you want, pretty boy.” 

Jey threw you a wink at the pet name, already climbing back onto the bed to sit beside you with his legs crossed. You were quick to hand him some silverware once he selected a large plate of pancakes, which he took with a polite “Thank you.” 

You watched in amusement as he quickly dug into his food, eating as if he were a starving man. And when he’d devoured half the plate in record time, you offered him a mimosa of his own, which he accepted gratefully. 

“Don’t they feed you, sweetheart?” You couldn’t help but ask, watching as he somehow finished off the remainder of the pancakes in under a minute. 

Jey offered you a sheepish smile. “They do. I was just a little hungry today.” 

“A little?” You chuckled, watching as he downed the remainder of his mimosa. “You eat like someone’s about to take it from you.” 

Jey laughed, but your words didn’t stop him from reaching for another plate, this one containing an omelet. 

“So, can we talk about this?” You held up the book. “Or do you want to wait?”

Jey shook his head. “No, it’s fine. We can talk about whatever you want, pretty girl.” 

Good. You had a lot of questions. You quickly turned to the page about his pay.  

“So, I don’t know much about these things. Daddy always says I’m bad with money. Which is ridiculous, of course.” You rolled your eyes which earned a laugh from Jey. “But this percentage of what you’re getting paid seems a little low. I just want to make sure you’re getting paid enough. I mean, you’re the one doing all the work.” 

Jey raised an eyebrow, though he obediently looked at the section in the contract you were pointing to. “You’re right, pretty girl,” he said. “My percentage is smaller. But you saw this number too, right?” 

He pointed to the number at the top, the amount that Seth paid daily, and you nodded. 

“So, you see why I’m not too bothered, sweetheart.” Jey’s lips quirked into an amused smile. “My percentage might be smaller, but it’s a percentage from that number. And that’s not a small number.” 

You frowned. “But still, I think you deserve more. And why should the House get a bigger cut anyway? They’re not here. They’re not doing the work. You are.” 

Jey smiled at you. “That’s sweet of you to say, baby, but that’s just not how it works. The House keeps me safe. They check in on me. Protect me. Give me a roof over my head and food in my belly. They give me healthcare, dental…even paid for my ink.” 

He ran his fingers down the intricate tattoos on his arm. 

“And they get me clients so I ain’t gotta walk the streets. And not just any clients. They get me nice clients like you.” He threw you another wink. “So, it’s okay, sweetheart. The House deserves a bigger cut. I promise I’m making plenty of money being here, so I don’t want you to worry about that, okay?” 

You eyed warily. “So, you’re okay with it?” 

Jey nodded. “I’m okay with it.” 

“You don’t need more?” 

Jey shook his head, letting out a breathless chuckle. “Pretty girl, I’d make more money here in a week than I’d normally make in three months. I promise you I am fine. Scout’s honor.” 

He held up two fingers and you giggled. 

“I’m pretty sure it’s three.” 

“Oh.” Jey quickly held up three fingers instead, seemingly happy that he’d gotten you to laugh. “Right. I knew that.” 

You giggled again, taking another sip of your mimosa. You felt a little better knowing that Jey was happy with his pay, though you still felt like he should be getting more. 

“So, is this your first time?” 

Jey raised another eyebrow. 

“Living with a patron, I mean,” you clarified. “Seth said he had to pay a lot of money to pull you away from your other clients. Have you ever done a long-term contract like this before?” 

Jey took a moment to answer. “Once.” He replied, though you noticed that his voice was a little tight. “A few years ago.”

“Did you like it?” 

Jey smiled at you, but you noticed that it didn’t reach his eyes. “I enjoy my time with all my clients,” he murmured and the answer sounded vague. Rehearsed. 

You thought about pushing for more, but you didn’t think it would be fair. Jey was entitled to his secrets and it wasn’t your place to bombard him with personal questions. Though you couldn’t deny that now you were a little worried that he wouldn’t like being here. What if he preferred having multiple clients? What if he didn’t like living with one patron? 

Jey seemed to sense your discomfort, quickly reaching out to take your hand. “Hey, it’s okay.” His baritone voice was soothing, his doe eyes now staring at you in concern. “It’s not that I didn’t like it, sweetheart. It’s just that…” 

He seemed to be considering his next words carefully. 

“When you living with nice people, people like you,” He squeezed your hand and you smiled. “Then it’s all good. But not everyone is as sweet as you, pretty girl.” 

The implication in Jey’s words was clear and you suddenly felt nauseous. You thought back on Jey’s safety plan, remembering how detailed it had been. While it had seemed overly cautious at the time, you were beginning to realize that perhaps he had created it from personal experience. 

“I’m sorry,” you murmured, squeezing his hand in return. “And thank you for clarifying. I was worried that maybe you wouldn’t like it here.” 

Jey smiled and this time it did reach his eyes. “I’m right where I want to be, mamas. And if I didn’t want to be here anymore, I would leave. Simple as that.” 

“Good.” 

You both smiled at each other. For a moment, it felt like there was something electric in the air, Jey’s eyes so dark that you felt as though you might fall into them. 

But you were still strangers. 

You’d been brought together by a man who had more money than God. A man who enjoyed collecting pretty, obedient toys to play with. Toys that were dependent on him. And his money. 

In many ways, you and Jey were the same. The only difference was that Jey had rules and contracts to keep him safe. You only had Seth. Beautiful, unpredictable, chaotic Seth. Without him, you had nothing. 

“What other questions do you have, pretty girl?” Jey’s voice was low, his gaze at you curious. “I’m sure you got plenty.” 

You realized that the two of you were still holding hands and you pulled away. 

“So, you get days off.” You flipped to the next page, trying to ignore the weird feeling of nervousness in your chest. “Tuesdays and Wednesdays, right?” 

“Mm hm,” Jey stuffed a few more bites of omelet in his mouth. Was the man starving to death? “But I can change them. I’m flexible.” 

“No, no, it’s fine.” You were quick to wave away his concerns. “Do you need transportation? We’ve got plenty of drivers to take you places.” 

Jey smiled. “That’s okay, baby. The House will come get me. Free transportation whenever I need.” 

“Okay, good.” 

You scanned through the document more. 

“And these check-ups…they’re every month?” 

Jey nodded. “Mine are always on the 25th.” He said, now leaning forward to try to reach for a water bottle. You were closer so you grabbed it for him and he took it with a smile. “I’ll let you know in advance when I need to go. I don’t usually stay gone long. They’re quick.” 

“You don’t have to rush,” you promised him, still flipping through the book. “We’re not demanding. I promise.” 

You returned to his safety plan, holding it out for him to look at. “Anything else I need to know? Or does this cover everything?” 

Jey quickly scanned it again. “No, it looks good. I’ve made plenty of these, ma. You ain’t gotta worry.” 

“And you’ll speak up if you don’t like something? Or something is wrong?” 

He held up three fingers this time. “Scout’s honor.” 

You laughed again and Jey seemed mesmerized. “Can I ask you a question, pretty girl?”

“Always.”

Jey leaned closer, his face now more serious. “Mr. Rollins told me a lot about what you like and don’t like. He told me your safewords too. Is there anything else I need to know? I don’t wanna cross your boundaries, ma.”

You considered. Then you flipped to the page where Jey had listed his hard limits. “Our limits are generally the same, though there’s one thing that’s different.”

“Which is?”

“I’m fine with blood play if it’s someone else. But I don’t want to bleed or be cut at all. Does that make sense?” 

Jey nodded. “It does. And that’s good to know. Mr. Rollins said you have the same safewords too. Traffic light system, right?”

“Mm hm. Though I’ve never had to use one. Daddy’s always been really gentle with me.”

“Spoils you would be more accurate.” Jey’s eyes sparkled with humor. “But he doesn’t strike me as much of a brat tamer.”

You giggled. “Definitely not. And I’m not much of a brat. Not really. I think you saw last night I was pretty easy to tame.”

Jey’s eyes now had a playful fire to them. “Just needed a firm hand, didn’t you, baby? Well, don’t worry. That’s why I’m here.”

You felt your cheeks heat up at his words, suddenly more embarrassed now that Seth wasn’t here. You quickly returned to the book, avoiding Jey’s cocky smirk like the plague. 

“It seems like we have a lot in common,” you murmured, scanning his preference list. “We both like to dom and sub, but do you have a preference? One you like more than the other?” 

Jey pursed his lips thoughtfully, now reaching out to grab a bowl of fruit. “Hm, I don’t know about preference, but sometimes I get in a mood where I like one or the other more. But I don’t want you worried about it, pretty girl. My job is to make you happy. In whatever way you like.” 

“Nah, see, that’s where I need to make something perfectly clear.” 

You stared at him hard, hoping to convey the gravity of your words. Thankfully, Jey seemed to sense that you were serious, his back straightening at attention. You kept your tone firm as you continued. 

“I’m only happy if you’re happy. If you don’t really want to do something or you’re not in a mood, you tell me. That’s the only way this works, Jey. You can’t cater to me 24/7. It’s not possible. And it’s not what I want. You have to promise to tell me what you want. And I’ll promise to never get mad about it. Are we clear?” 

Jey nodded slowly, taking the time to digest your words. “We’re clear. If I want something, I promise to tell you, baby.” 

“Scout’s honor?” 

Jey grinned and it felt like you were staring into the sun. He held up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.” 

*****

Once he finished breakfast (he’d eaten ten pancakes, two omelets, three pieces of toast, a plate of scrambled eggs, and an entire bowl of fruit), you took him on a tour of the penthouse.

“I’m not exactly moved in yet,” you told him, leading him towards the guest bedrooms. “But I always share Daddy’s room. You can choose whichever guest bedroom you like for yourself. Or use all three of them if you want. It’s not like we ever have anyone else over.” 

Jey obediently trailed behind you, respectfully glancing around each room as you entered. “Mr. Rollins made it clear that I’m supposed to sleep with you.” Jey said, his face giving nothing away. “Is that something you want?” 

You smiled at him. “I enjoyed our cuddles last night, but I want you to feel like you have your own space too. You’re welcome to come and go as you please. If I really need you one night, I’ll tell you.” 

Jey seemed satisfied with that answer, though he didn’t comment on whether or not he’d use the guest bedrooms you were now showing him. 

“So, that duffel bag… Is that all you brought?” 

Jey nodded. “They want us to pack light. Don’t need to be coming into your space with all my junk.” 

“Your stuff isn’t junk,” you protested. “Besides, you see how much space we got. You can bring whatever you want here. I promise it’ll be safe. You saw Daddy’s security, right?” 

“I did, yes.” 

Seth was always surrounded by security guards. Even now there were some posted near the front door, some of them no doubt guarding the hallway and the elevator too. They’d become such a fixture in your life that you hardly noticed them anymore. And even though they followed you everywhere, they never interfered in your comings and goings. Never spoke to you. And Seth had made it clear you were not to interact with them unless it was an emergency. 

Jey looked like he had a question, but seemed to be debating if he should ask it. You stopped walking and touched his arm, urging him to look at you. 

“You don’t have to hold back your questions with me, pretty boy,” you told him, watching as his eyes sparkled again at the pet name. “I want to hear what you have to say.” 

Jey glanced back over at the front door to where the two security guards stood, his expression unreadable.

“Do they come any further into the house?” 

You shook your head. “No, they always stay by the door. Though in a penthouse this big, they might go out on the patio some to do a security sweep. They do that for our apartment in L.A. sometimes.” 

Jey stared at you. “How many apartments do you have?” 

You laughed. “Daddy says he’s bought me three, but I don’t think of them as mine. He just wants me to have a place to stay while he travels for work.” 

Jey let out a breathless chuckle, shaking his head. “That’s…a different kind of wealth, pretty girl.” 

“Tell me about it.” You tugged on Jey’s arm. “Come on, let me show you the rest. There’s a patio with one of those glass pools for you to swim in and a gym too.” You lightly squeezed one of his rippling biceps. “Which I’m sure you’ll use plenty.” 

Jey grinned at your words, flexing his muscles just to see you laugh. 

Once you’d finished the tour of the penthouse, you returned to the bedroom, Jey quickly grabbing his duffel bag to look for something. 

“We’re gonna have to do something about that.” You told him, smiling when he met your gaze in confusion. 

“About what?”

“The fact that you’ve only got like two shirts and two pairs of pants in there.” 

Jey shrugged. “I don’t need much, baby. You ain’t gotta worry about me.” 

You shook your head. “Nope. It’s already been decided. We’re going shopping. New clothes, new shoes, new jewelry… all of it.”

Jey looked uncertain, though you didn’t miss the way his eyes had lit up. He wasn’t slick. You’d read in his preferences that he loved to be spoiled. 

“I don’t know, pretty girl,” he said, now purposefully avoiding your gaze. “The House gives me a stipend for things I need. You ain’t gotta get me nothing.” 

“But I want to, Jey,” you insisted. “Please let me do this. Seth never goes shopping with me. Besides, it’ll be fun! I can’t wait to dress you up. I definitely want to find some more pretty earrings for you…oh, and some more of those cute little crop tops. You look good in those.” 

“You make me sound like one of those little dogs that rich people dress up.” Jey snorted, though you noticed that he was trying to hide a small smile. 

You offered him a smile of your own, though it was devilish. “Aren’t you?” 

Jey’s cheeks flushed an adorable shade of pink, suddenly very interested in finding whatever it was he was looking for in his duffel bag. You didn’t say anything when he finally found his toothbrush and toothpaste, murmuring something about being right back after he brushed his teeth. 

You reclined against the headboard and waited, taking another sip of a fresh mimosa. As you picked up your phone to scroll, you were a little disappointed to see that Seth hadn’t texted yet. He’d made it clear that he would be busy today, so you weren’t surprised, but still. 

Jey quickly returned and you were happy for the distraction. You didn’t want to think about how much you missed your Daddy right now. Instead, you crooked a finger in Jey’s direction and motioned for him to join you, watching with a smile as he crawled up on the bed to rest his head on your thigh. 

He let out a small hum as you began to pet his hair again, his eyes fluttering with happiness as he relaxed between your legs. 

“You make such an adorable submissive, pretty boy,” you cooed, watching with amusement as Jey’s cheeks flushed again. “And it makes me happy that you like to sub. Daddy won’t submit to anyone, so I never get to call the shots.” 

You couldn’t help but pout, Jey watching you with interest as you continued to run your manicured fingers through his hair. 

“But you don’t mind, do you, sweetheart? You like it belonging to someone. You like being someone’s toy to play with.” 

Jey’s cheeks were pink, but he still obediently nodded, his gaze at you adoring. It felt surreal to have a creature this beautiful between your legs, staring up at you like you hung the moon and stars. It was as empowering as it was addictive. 

“But how do you like to submit, baby?” You asked, grabbing him by the chin to look up at you. “There were a lot of things in that little book of yours that you said you liked. You could be my little puppy, if you wanted. I could get you a pretty little collar and make you crawl and bark for me. Would you like that, pet?” 

Jey was quick to nod, his eyes sparkling with excitement at the idea. You chuckled, scratching behind his ear the same way you would a dog. 

“Or I could just keep you in here as a pretty little doll for me to play with. Dress you up and use you like nothing more than a plaything.” 

You tangled your fingers into Jey’s hair and tugged, watching in fascination as his pillowy lips parted, a soft gasp falling from them as he obediently allowed you to manhandle him. You could see his cock twitching in Seth’s pajama pants, excited and aroused by your dominant hand. 

“But I know what you really like. I read everything in that little instruction manual of yours. You like being reminded of what you are. So go on, tell me. What are you?” 

Jey’s cheeks were now a violent shade of red, impossibly embarrassed despite the fact that he did this for a living. It was adorable, but it wasn’t what you wanted. Your grip on his hair tightened and Jey let out a hiss, his cock jumping again at the rough treatment. 

“Tell me, pretty boy. I wanna hear you say it. Was it that you like being reminded of? What are you?” 

Jey’s pupils were blown wide with arousal, his chest heaving as if he’d run a marathon. “I’m just a whore that needs to be used,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Just a slut that needs to be fucked and degraded to be happy.” 

“That’s right,” you purred, releasing your tight grip on his hair to resume petting him. “Such a needy slut that you couldn’t even work a regular 9 to 5, could you? Need to be used so badly that you’ll offer yourself up to any stranger willing to pay. Because you love this, don’t you, pretty boy? Love being the center of attention and getting used like the trained whore you are.” 

He nodded, his expression turning almost dreamy at your humiliating words. He seemed blissed out of his mind now, perfectly content to lay between your legs and allow you to treat him like this. 

Just a perfect toy for you to play with. 

You continued to pet his hair and watched as he leaned into your touch, completely at peace now that you’d finally given a name to what he wanted. 

God, he was perfect. 

*****

Seth came home earlier than you expected. It was nearly midnight, his face exhausted as he trekked through the front door. He was quick to throw his bag to the side, his eyes already scanning the kitchen and living room for you. 

“Daddy!” you exclaimed. You were quick to jump from the couch to greet him, leaping into his arms before he made it out of the kitchen. 

“Pretty girl,” Seth sighed, a relieved smile on his lips. “Missed you, baby.” 

“Missed you more,” you insisted, peppering his face with kisses. “I thought about you all day, Daddy. And you’re home early! I didn’t think you’d get here until later tonight.” 

Seth’s smile widened. “I was able to wrap some things up early tonight, sweetheart. Wanted to catch you before you went to bed.” 

You wrapped your arms around his neck to kiss him on the lips, feeling the tenseness of his body beginning to melt away as you lavished him with your attention. You could feel his arms quickly encircling your waist to keep you close, his hands warm against your sides. 

“Where’s your little plaything, sweetheart?” Seth asked, his eyes already glancing behind you. “Did you already tuck him into bed?” 

Your smile turned shy, reaching up to play with the buttons on his shirt. “No, he’s in the living room. But I wanted to talk to you, Daddy. About the book you left me?” 

“Oh?” Seth raised an eyebrow. “Did you read it?” 

“Mm hm. And found your sticky note.” 

Seth grinned. “I told you I read it! And you thought I didn’t.” 

“You hate paperwork,” you giggled. “But I’m happy you did, Daddy. Because I saw the little heart you drew in there.”

You stared up at him, still a little bashful. “Does that mean you’ll play with Jey too?”

Seth leaned down to press a gentle kiss to your cheek, gazing down at you in fondness. “He’s your toy, sweetheart. I didn’t get him for me.” 

“Yeah, but…” You shifted from one foot to the other, still playing with his zebra-print dress shirt. “What if I want to share him with you?” 

“Is that so?” Seth seemed amused, his arms still wrapped around your waist to keep you close. “And how exactly do you want me to play with him, sweetheart?” 

“Well…” You unbuttoned the top button of his shirt, your smile suddenly mischievous. “You had a hard day today, Daddy. Jey could help you relax. Take some stress away. He can make you feel good, Daddy. He’s really good at his job.” 

“And you would know, hm?” 

You grinned up at him. “I would.” 

Seth hummed noncommittally, unprotesting as you continued to unbutton his dress shirt. “And what exactly have you and Boy Toy been doing today?” 

You shrugged. “We just spent the day getting to know each other. He answered all my questions about the book and did his required check-in.” 

You finally removed Seth’s shirt, tossing it to the side before tugging his undershirt over his head. 

“What else?” Seth’s tone was playful, his hands already reaching beneath your pajama shirt to touch your soft skin. “How else did you get to know each other?” 

Your smile turned devilish. “Just wanted to revisit how well-trained he was with his tongue. And you were right, Daddy. He’s very, very well-trained.” 

Seth laughed, the sharp cackle echoing off the marble countertops in the kitchen. “Well, only the best for my babygirl.” He leaned down to kiss your nose and you giggled again. 

“So, is that a yes?” You stared up at him with wide, unblinking eyes. “You’ll play with Jey too?” 

Seth had never told you no before and he had no intention of starting now. 

“If you want me to, sweetheart.” 

“I do!” You were quick to grab him by the hand, tugging him towards the living room. “Come on, he’s waiting for you!” 

Seth laughed as you dragged him into the living room, catching sight of Jey kneeling on the floor near the couch where you’d been sitting. It was clear he’d been waiting for you to return, immediately perking up as the two of you approached.

“Isn’t he cute, Daddy?” You gushed, standing next to Jey so you could pet his hair. “He just makes the cutest sub. Don’t you think?” 

“Mm hm.” Seth hummed in agreement, collapsing on the couch with a grunt. “He is cute. Is he your puppy, baby?” 

“He is! Doesn’t he look like one?” You watched as Jey leaned against your leg to stare up at you in devotion. “He’s got these adorable little puppy eyes and his hair is so soft! Pet him, Daddy!” 

Seth leaned forward to run his hand through Jey’s hair, smiling as Jey leaned further into his touch. “Such a sweet boy,” he cooed. “You like your new home, puppy?” 

Jey nodded, his eyelids fluttering as Seth continued to pet him. He looked so open and relaxed, completely at ease to finally be on his knees where he belonged. 

“Do you wanna play with Daddy, pretty boy?” You asked him, reaching down to scratch into his beard. “Like how we talked about before?” 

Jey nodded again, glancing at Seth to gauge his reaction to your words. But Seth only smiled, releasing Jey’s hair to lean back against the couch, his legs spread wide. 

“Your owner said that you’re a well-trained boy. So, go on. Prove it to me then.”

Jey watched as Seth popped the button on his pants and revealed his hardening cock, looking up at you one last time for permission. 

“It’s alright,” you encouraged. “Daddy’s been stressed all day. Why don’t you make him feel better?”

Jey quickly scrambled to kneel between Seth’s long legs, tentative hands already reaching to wrap around the base of Seth’s cock. Seth smiled and allowed it, widening his legs more to give Jey better access. And when Jey began to lightly stroke him, his touch experimental, Seth’s smile turned lazy, his body relaxing further and further into the couch. 

“You’ve been so stressed, Daddy,” you crooned, climbing up on the couch to sit beside him. “Let us take care of you tonight.” 

You leaned forward to capture Seth’s lips into a gentle kiss, your hand reaching up to run your fingers through his long hair. Seth let out a contented sigh, the tension and stress in his body seeming to melt away between your lips and Jey’s hand. Seth’s tongue nudged your lips apart to claim your mouth with an easy dominance and you allowed it, leaning against his strong body as his tongue swiped across the back of your teeth. 

Seth broke the kiss with a small gasp, both of you looking down to see that Jey had finally brought his mouth to Seth’s cock, teasing the tip with small puppy licks that caused Seth’s hips to jerk forward at the sensation. 

“Is your toy gonna tease me all night or show me what he’s trained for?” Seth’s words lacked their usual bite, but you’d forgotten to tell Jey just how impatient he was. 

You pressed a quick, apologetic kiss to Seth’s lips before quickly sliding down to kneel on the floor beside Jey. 

“He doesn’t like to wait,” you murmured to Jey, reaching up to tangle your fingers into Jey’s hair. “So don’t keep him waiting.” 

You used your grip on his hair to push him forward, watching with wonder as his full lips parted to take down Seth’s length in one smooth, practiced movement. Seth let out a low moan, the feeling of Jey’s hot, wet mouth causing him to practically dissolve into the couch. 

“Such a good boy,” you praised, still keeping that unforgiving grip on Jey’s hair to push him further and further down. “Take it all. Show Daddy how well-trained your throat is.” 

Jey obeyed, somehow taking Seth’s massive length without any trouble as you pushed him down so far that his nose was pressed against Seth’s pelvic bone. You met Seth’s impressed gaze with a smile, holding Jey there to prove just how talented your boy was. 

“He doesn’t even gag, Daddy,” you whispered, watching as Jey’s cheeks began to turn red from lack of oxygen. “And he’s just so obedient. He’d let me keep him here choking on cock until he passed out. Wouldn’t you, sweet boy?” 

Jey gave a small nod, even as his eyes watered and his face turned an alarming shade of red, his muscles spasming as he fought the urge to pull away to breathe. 

Eventually you took pity on him. You jerked on his hair to pull him off of Seth’s dick, watching as he let out a very tame, very controlled cough, drool beginning to drip down his chin. 

“So pretty,” Seth murmured, reaching out to stroke Jey’s bearded jaw. “Almost as pretty as my babygirl. But let’s see if you can keep up with her.” 

Seth’s hand quickly replaced yours to tangle into Jey’s hair, yanking him down onto his cock again. 

Jey didn’t resist, allowing Seth to control his movements with that merciless grip on his hair. You watched, impressed, as Jey hollowed out his cheeks and sucked, still able to maximize Seth’s pleasure despite the brutal pace that Seth demanded. 

You pressed a gentle kiss to Jey’s shoulder from where you knelt beside him, snaking one of your hands down to his chest to search for a prize of your own. 

“So good for us, sweet boy,” you praised, pleased to find that he was hard as a diamond between his tattooed legs. “You like this, don’t you? Being used by your new owners. Getting paid to do one of your favorite things in the world. Such a well-trained whore.” 

You tightened your grip on Jey’s length and he moaned around Seth’s cock in response, his watery eyes fluttering as he struggled to keep staring up at Seth. 

“You were right, sweetheart,” Seth murmured, his voice now just a little breathless. “He has the cutest little puppy eyes. And he just looks so pretty when he cries. Makes me want to ruin him.” 

“I think he’d like that, Daddy,” you replied, your hand beginning to pick up speed as you stroked Jey’s length. “He loves being used like this. I’ll bet he could come untouched just from you fucking his throat.” 

Seth chuckled, eventually releasing Jey’s hair to allow him to go at his own pace. “I guess we’ll never know. Since you’re down there spoiling him.” 

You offered Seth a mischievous smile, giving Jey a few more dexterous twists from your wrist just to hear him moan again. 

“I can’t help it, Daddy. I like spoiling him. And isn’t he being good? He deserves it.” 

Even though Seth had released his hair, Jey continued to match the quick pace that Seth had demanded, bobbing his head up and down Seth’s length as he hollowed out his cheeks and sucked. 

“Fuck…” Seth hissed, throwing his head back against the couch. “He’s got a talented mouth. Starting to think he might be worth the money I paid for him.” 

You picked up the pace of your hand and Jey moaned again, his eyes flickering over to you in desperation. Still, ever obedient, he didn’t falter as he continued to suck Daddy off, no matter how good you were making him feel. 

You looked up and saw that Seth seemed completely relaxed now, his body limp against the couch as Jey continued to pleasure him. You could see his hips beginning to twitch, the tell-tale sign that he was close, and you quickly tightened your grip on Jey’s length, stroking him faster. 

“You don’t come until Daddy does,” you whispered to Jey, flicking out your tongue to trace the shell of his ear. “But I want you to make a mess on my hand, sweetheart. Want to give you a reward for being such a good boy.” 

Jey let out a low groan, tears beginning to slide down his red cheeks as he continued to suck and slurp around Seth’s enormous cock. 

With a sudden grunt, Seth’s hand tangled in Jey’s hair to yank him off his dick, spilling all over Jey’s face and into his open mouth. Jey let out a high-pitched keen and quickly followed. You felt hot, gooey come dribble through your fingers and onto the floor below, your grip on him still tight. 

“Such a good slut,” you praised, slowing your strokes to coax as much out of him as you could. “So pretty and well-trained. You did so good, baby.” 

Jey shuddered as you continued to milk him, his pretty face now painted and marked up with Seth’s seed. 

Seth’s fingers tightened in his hair as he tugged Jey’s head back, Jey’s body arching beautifully as his muscles trembled. Your clever fingers still weren’t done with him, continuing to tug on his softening cock. 

“Let me see you cry, whore,” Seth hissed, a wicked grin on his face. “I wanna see how beautiful you look when you’re broken.” 

It didn’t take much. Seth’s unforgiving grip on his hair and your overstimulating touch caused a quiet sob to leave his throat, tears now spilling from his wide puppy eyes. You watched as the tears mixed with the white, creamy come smeared onto his cheeks, his body shuddering as he continued to cry. 

Seth seemed delighted, already leaning forward to lick some of the tears and come from Jey’s heated cheek. “So pretty,” he murmured, licking his lips. “And you suffer so beautifully too. No wonder Hunter didn’t want to let you go. I’d never let you leave if you belonged to me. Oh, wait…” Seth’s hand reached up to wrap around Jey’s throat. “You do.” 

Jey continued to cry, the sound heartbreaking, but his face was so beautiful that you couldn’t help but lean forward to kiss him, tasting the salt from both his tears and Seth’s come. 

“You did so good, baby,” you whispered, licking more of Seth’s finish from his cheek. “Daddy’s right. I’ve never seen anyone suffer as beautifully as you. You’re just so pretty, sweetheart.” 

Jey hiccupped another sob and you finally released his now soft dick, watching as he shuddered at the feeling. His back was still arched, Seth still keeping that dominant grip on Jey’s hair and throat. 

“Can’t wait to see how else I can break you, pet,” Seth's smile was downright sinful. “Especially since I know how much you love it. You’ve proven to be the most perfect toy I could have bought, sweetheart. Because all the things I can’t do to my babygirl, I can do to you.” 

Jey blinked up at Seth with wide, teary eyes, his muscles still trembling. 

And then it was over.

Seth’s face softened, pressing one final kiss to his tear-stained cheek before releasing him. 

Jey collapsed into a heap on the floor, continuing to cry even as you pulled him in for a hug. 

“Sweet boy,” you cooed, stroking his hair. “You did such a good job, baby. It’s over now. We’re going to take care of you, okay?” 

You felt him bury his face into the side of your neck, clinging tightly to you as he sobbed. Seth quickly stood to grab some things from the bathroom, leaving you to comfort Jey from where you both sat on the living room floor. You’d read in his manual that he could cry on command, but it was much harder for him to stop on command, usually needing some time to come down from the experience. 

“Shhh, it’s alright,” you soothed, stroking his hair in an effort to calm him. “Such a good, pretty boy. I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. You’re just so perfect, you know that?” 

You were glad when Seth arrived quickly with a warm washcloth and some water, murmuring something about drawing Jey a bath before retreating again.

“Come here,” you murmured, leaning back to get a better look at Jey’s weeping face. His eyes were red, his cheeks wet with tears, sweat, and come. You were gentle as you wiped the mess from his pretty face, still cooing soft words of praise at him. “There we go. See? You’re okay, sweetheart. Take some deep breaths for me, okay?” 

Jey instantly obeyed, pressing his hand to his sternum as he attempted to steady his breathing. And when you finally deemed him calm enough, you urged him to drink some water to soothe his sore throat. 

Eventually Seth returned, helping Jey stand on shaky legs to walk him to the bathroom. Once Seth eased Jey into the tub, he retreated again to clean up himself, no doubt needing some time to prepare for bed after a long day of work. 

You weren’t upset about it. Seth had made it clear that Jey was your responsibility. And he’d want you to keep your toys clean. 

“You’re okay, pretty boy,” you continued to soothe him, kneeling down beside the tub to wash him. “I’m just going to get you clean so we can go to bed. Is that okay?” 

Jey obediently nodded, still sniffling even as you lathered a washcloth and began massaging his tattooed skin. 

You watched as he began to relax more and more into the warm water the more that you cooed and fussed over him, his tears drying and his breath beginning to even out. He seemed especially happy when you used your fingers to massage shampoo into his hair, his eyelids fluttering at your gentle touch. 

“Sweet boy,” you praised, leaning down to kiss his sudsy cheek. “Doing so good for me. I’m so lucky to have such a sweet, pretty thing to call mine.” 

Jey seemed to be melting at your words, letting out a low hum of contentment as you continued to massage his hair. He seemed disappointed when it was time to rinse it out, though your soft words of praise and compassionate touch seemed to make him feel better. 

You were glad to see that he seemed completely calm now, his body relaxed in the warm water as you used a gentle cleanser on his face. 

“Can you talk to me, sweetheart?” you asked, looking at him in concern. “Can you tell me if you’re okay?” 

Jey smiled, his face completely open and relaxed. “M’okay,” he slurred, reaching up a sudsy hand to touch your cheek. “You make me feel so good.” 

You smiled back, unable to resist leaning forward to press a gentle kiss to his lips. “You deserve it after being so good for me, pretty boy. Can you tell me if anything hurts?” 

Jey shook his head. “No, I’m perfect.” He smiled lazily at you. “Feel so good. Inside and out.” 

You felt relieved at his words, petting through his wet curls just to watch him relax even further at your touch. “That’s good, baby. So good. Just relax a little longer and I’ll go get Daddy, okay?” 

You moved, as if to leave, but Jey’s hand shot out to grab your wrist, suddenly alarmed. “You’re leaving?” He seemed heartbroken at the idea, his eyes watering again. 

You felt a small seed of panic sprout in your chest and you were quick to kneel back down, reaching out a reassuring hand to cup his cheek. “No, no, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere. It’s okay, please don’t cry again.” 

Jey nuzzled into your touch, still keeping a firm grip on your wrist to keep you close. You remembered reading how fragile he could be after subbing and knew he needed a lot of tender love and care. So you sat by the tub and waited for Seth to finally arrive to check on you, unwilling to leave his side for fear of making him upset again. 

“Alright, Boy Toy,” Seth grinned, clapping his hands together. “Let’s get out of there. You’re gonna get all wrinkly.” 

Jey allowed Seth to lift him up out of the water, leaning heavily against the taller man to stand on still shaky legs. 

“Thank you, sir,” Jey murmured, resting his head into the side of Seth’s neck as you quickly wrapped a towel around him. “Thank you so much.” 

Seth chuckled, unable to resist pressing a tender kiss to Jey’s forehead. “Such a sweet boy,” he cooed, leading him to the bathroom counter. “Pretty Girl’s been taking care of you. But let Daddy take care of you now, okay?” 

Jey nodded and you finally got a chance to retreat, swiftly moving to the guest bedroom to quickly clean up and brush your teeth. By the time you returned to the bedroom to change into your pajamas, Seth and Jey were already there, Seth helping Jey into another pair of his pajama pants. 

“Now go on and get in bed, Boy Toy,” Seth instructed, shooing Jey in the direction of the bed. “We’re right behind you.” 

Jey obediently climbed into the bed and snuggled deep under the covers, his eyes already closing as his head hit the pillow. 

“He’s so cute, Daddy,” you couldn’t help but gush, smiling up at Seth as wrapped an arm around your waist to pull you close. “God, I don’t ever want to let him go. You’ll let me keep him, won’t you?” 

Seth laughed, pressing a kiss into your hair. “I know I’m crazy, but I didn’t think you were, pretty girl. What kind of question is that?” Seth’s grin was wide as he looked down at you. “Boy Toy isn’t going anywhere.” 

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Based on this ask

Set 4 months before the 10th Hunger Games.

WARNING: Dark!Coriolanus, Spit kink, dry humping, slight degradation, fingering (f receiving), reference to stalking

The day of love, the ancient holiday of St. Valentine's Day, better known as just Valentine's Day for short, was vastly approaching. Rom-coms were clogging up nearly every station on Capitol TV, every grocer and sweet shop had large hearts full of candies on display, jewelry stores had diamond rings on display in the front windows, restaurants were being flooded with calls about holiday dinner reservations, and florist shops were bombarded with orders for roses.

February was the month of love and it seemed that everyone was losing their mind over it. But for different reasons. Couples were trying to find the perfect gift for their significant other while shop owners were trying to cash out on the commercialism of the holiday celebrating love.

You weren't a fan of the holiday, but why would you be when you've never had anyone give you anything on February 14th? You weren't anything special, just a girl that always has her nose in her books.

You were a bookworm, an impeccable student, and a good girl. Nobody notices girls like you.

You thought that nobody noticed you.

But, it turns out, you were wrong.

Your classmate at the Academy- a tall, skeletal thin boy with messy platinum curls and sparkling sky blue eyes had taken a liking to you.

In fact, he more than liked you.

The top student of the Academy was infatuated with you.

No, no, that wasn't it.

No, he was obsessed with you.

Yes, Coriolanus Snow was obsessed with you. He'd been watching you from afar for years, but now his obsession was growing to the point where he knew just watching you wasn't going to be enough anymore.

Coriolanus just had to have you.

He needed to make you his.

You were like a drug to him, he craved you and had to have you for his sanity.

So, since it was the month of love, Coriolanus Snow decided that he was ready to finally make you his.

How would he do that? Well, by being your secret admirer during love week of course.

Then on the day of love, he'd reveal himself to you; forever making you his.

On February 7th you walked into the Academy like you did any other day. You avoided the judgemental stares and gossiping from the snobs as you made your way to your locker. When you reached it, nothing seemed out of the ordinary. Or at least until you opened the metal box, only to reveal a white rose on the shelf above your stack of textbooks. Also, nestled under the rose was a note.

You reached for the paper, only to unfold it and discover that whoever wrote the note had perfect penmanship.

The flourish of the longhand was nothing, but perfect loops and dashes. The words were, as you quickly discovered, a poem.

Not just any poem, but a poem about roses by a poet from ancient times. The pre-Panem days.

Who would know that you enjoyed ancient literature?

“I see you received a white rose, Y/N.” Coriolanus Snow told you, seeming to appear out of thin air.

His locker was right next to yours, so you shouldn't have been startled by him. But for some reason, you were.

“Um, yea. Yea, I did.”

“Any idea who it's from?”

“No.”

“Well, then it looks like you have a secret admirer. Don't worry, I'll be on the lookout for you; tell you who they are if I learn anything.”

“You don't have to do that, Coriolanus.”

“Have you thought that maybe I want to, Y/N.” The platinum blonde countered, tilting his head in a way that made his curls rustle.

You forced a smile paired with a polite, but generic, “Well, thank you. I appreciate it.”

Before he could say another word, you closed your locker and took off down the hall.

Coriolanus watched the swish sway of your hips as you walked away. His icy blue eyes glued to your ass.

Oh god, oh he wanted to take you from behind and smack your ass; make it jiggle.

Soon.

Very soon he'd make you his.

It's your destiny to be his because he always-

ALWAYS

-gets what he wants.

And what he wants most in this entire world is you.

Well, you on his rock hard cock, but that's besides the point.

The following day, you opened your locker to find a single white rose with another note.

It was a quote from an ancient Pre-Panem book. Romeo & Juliet by Shakespeare to be exact.

That which we call a rose, by any other name would smell as sweet.

And then the day after that, you found a single white rose with a tiny chocolate ball wrapped in a red wrapper inside of your lock. Of course, once again, there was a note written in perfect flourish accompanying it.

Enjoy your chocolate on this sweet day, my darling rose.

You were about to put the note back into your locker whenever Coriolanus appeared at your side. He towered over you, so of course he saw the note in your hand along the presents your secret admirer left for you.

“I see you got chocolate today with your rose.” Coriolanus observed as you placed the note in your locker and pulled out your books for your first couple of classes.

Little did you know, Coriolanus stole what little money Tigris has squirreled away for the mortgage payment this month to buy you a single piece of candy. He was poor, so poor that he didn't have a pot to piss in, but he had to get you something to impress you.

And all girls loved chocolate, didn't they?

Well, he knew his Grandma’am loved chocolate. So, safe to say, he was hoping you'd like the chocolate. That the small treat would make you fall in love with your secret admirer.

With him.

Instantly.

“Yea.” You nodded, closing your locker. The platinum blonde continued just staring at you instead of making a move to unlock his locker. “The secret admirer struck again.” You stated the obvious as a way to clear the awkward air that was starting to loom around you and Coriolanus.

“I see that.” Coriolanus smirked. “Are you flattered by the gifts your admirer’s been leaving you?”

You mulled over that for a moment. Hmm…How did you feel about all the roses and little notes? “Well, it’s sweet. But I wasn't even aware that I'm likable so for somebody to keep leaving me roses and notes is a bit of a shock.”

Still staring at you, Coriolanus flashed a smile that was all pearly whites. “Of course you're likable, darling. Anyone with half a brain can see that.”

“Have you seen half of the people we go to school with?” You asked, trying not to burst out laughing as the names and faces of your stupid and annoying classmates fluttered around in your head.

“Yes, well unfortunately we're surrounded by idiots that we have to play nice with so we can step on them as we climb up the ladder to success.” He dramatically told you, baby blues rolling into the back of his head, as he finally opened up his locker.

*Oh my God? Did you just say that?” You laughed, finding his remark amusing. You never knew that he had such a dark sense of humor. “If only we started talking years ago, then we could've been sitting at the lunch table judging everyone.”

“Oh, so you enjoy my company then?” he asked, pulling a book out of his satchel and placing it into his locker.

“Maybe.” You shrugged.

“Just maybe?” Coriolanus pressed, grabbing what he needed for his first couple of classes and packing it into his satchel.

“Sejanus likes you, so you can't be that bad.”

Coriolanus leaned over you, his eyes flashing mischievously, and his voice a low velvety baritone, “Oh, but you're mistaken. I'm a very bad boy, I just don't get caught being bad.”

It was right at that moment the first warning bell rang for the first morning class. That bell gave you an out in a situation that had quickly escalated. “The bell rang; we better go, Coriolanus.”

He nodded, only to say, “Call me Coryo, Y/N.”

“Okay, well, see you later, Coryo.” You told him before quickly taking off towards your class.

Coryo watched your backside, fantasying about spanking your ass while roughly fucking you, before taking off to his own class.

Every day was the same thing. You would receive roses and notes filled with poems and quotes from ancient Pre-Panem literature. And everyday Coryo would make a remark about it.

So, when Saturday rolled around, you were relieved that your admirer wouldn't be able to leave you anything.

Or at least that's what you thought.

Turns out, you were wrong. So very, very, wrong.

You were at your kitchen table, which has seen better days since the wood was worn, scratched, and chipped, eating some toast made out of stale bread, whenever your mother came into the kitchen. A bundle of 3 roses tied together with a ribbon bow paired with a piece of parchment in one hand and her daily morning paper in the other.

Oh no.

Your secret admirer struck again.

“You got roses and a letter addressed to you, Y/N.” Your mother told you, placing the items on the table. “Is there something you want to tell me about?” She asked, taking a seat at the table.

“I have a secret admirer.” You honestly answered, reaching for the love note while your mother unfolded her newspaper.

“Oh, how nice. Maybe he's rich.” She smiled, watching you unfold your note.

Of course she'd say that. But you understand why though. You go to school with a bunch of snotty rich kids while you're living hand to mouth in an apartment Corso. If it wasn't for your older brother, Rein, sending home his peacekeeper’s pay, well, you'd probably be out on the streets. Your mother just wanted you to have a better chance at life then she did; wanted you to marry a wealthy man that could take care of you. Get you out of poverty.

You can't fault her for wanting better for you. For wanting you to avoid making some of her mistakes.

You didn't say a word, just shrugged as you read over your note. You couldn't help but smile at the words written in that perfect looping, swooping, flourish that you've grown to adore.

These white and red roses I give to you are a promise of my affections towards you. Red roses symbolize love while white roses symbolize purity, perfection, and an untarnished new love. I have nothing, but both in my heart for you, my darling rose.

Your mother leaned over your shoulder, reading your note. “Seems like you've managed to snag the heart of the Poet Laureate of Dogwood Lane.” Your mother huffed, only to grab her coffee cup.

“I think it's sweet, mother.” You defended your secret admirer, placing the note down and picking up your tiny bundle of roses.

As you smelled the faint, sweet scent of the roses, your mother sighed, “With words like that, he's a poor boy.”

“Mother, don't act like that. It doesn't matter to me if my admirer's rich or not, as long as he's nice to me.” You scolded your mother while leaving the table and taking your roses over to the kitchen sink, so that you could put them in a tall glass of water.

Your family didn't have any vases. They were broken the night your mother received the news about your father's death. She grabbed every vase in the house and threw them at the walls with all her might, screaming and crying with heartbreak.

“Y/N, it's as easy to fall in love with a rich man as it is a poor man. You remember that; it'll keep you from doing something stupid.”

But what if you wanted to do something stupid?

On Sunday you received another rose from your admirer and another note. It was a simple note, but it was sweet none the less. Of course, you put the rose into the water glass the other 3 were in.

And come Monday, you received another gift from your secret admirer. You asked Coryo if he had any clue who your secret admirer could be because you really wanted to meet them, tell them that you thought they were sweet. He told you that he knew, but would tell you the next day.

Valentine's Day.

Of course, he was going to be a troll and make you wait until Valentine's Day to find out what he knew about your secret admirer. Damn. He would.

So on Valentine's Day you walked out of your front door, expecting to make the walk to the Academy and ask Coryo what he learnt about your secret admirer, only to find him pacing the floor right in front of your apartment. He had something behind his back and he seemed to be, for a lack of a better word, nervous.

“Coryo, what’re you doing here?”

Stopping in his tracks and turning to face you, he smiled while pulling his hand out from behind his back. Extending a perfect white rose to you, he smiled, “Y/N, my darling rose, I've come to tell you that I'm your secret admirer. That I'd like to take you to the Valentine's Day dance at the Academy tonight.”

“You? You're my secret admirer?” You couldn't believe your eyes and ears. It was Coryo all along. How could you not see it? Before he could utter a reply you took the rose from him and smiled, “Coryo, I'm glad it's you.”

Of course you're glad he's your secret admirer. You enjoy his snarkiness and he's hot. He's tall, has broad shoulders paired with a small waist, and his platinum curls frame his angular face in a way that makes him look like a Greek god.

Before Coryo could utter a word, you threw yourself on him; hugging him. He just chuckled, wrapping his arms around you. Resting his chin on top of your head, he asked, “Are we going to the dance?”

“I'd like to, but I don't think I have anything to wear. Or at least anything that hasn't been worn one too many times already.” You admit, feeling a bit bad that you'll probably miss the dance because you don't have a slew of dresses to pick from.

Coriolanus understands where you're coming from. He too has the hard burden of keeping up a filet mignon steak appearance while on a cabbage and watery broth soup budget.

So, pulling away slightly so that he could use a hand to tilt your chin up; making your eyes lock, he told you, “I'll bring you home after school; my cousin Tigris can fix you up for the dance. I'm sure she'll have a suitable dress for you to borrow, since she's a remarkable seamstress that’s always making something.”

When Coriolanus brought you to his penthouse, you were shocked to find out that he lived in your building on the Corso.

He lives on the 12th floor in your building! Oh, how the universe has a funny way of fucking with you.

Coryo living in your building’s the reason why he became your low key stalker, watching you from afar for so many years. It's why he singles you out. Why he’s your secret admirer.

When you entered the Snow penthouse, you discovered that it was in poor shape. That he was poor, just like you were. That he was acting at school, acting like he had all the riches in the world when he didn't.

It should've bothered you, but it didn't. Coryo was just trying to survive being at the Academy with a bunch of rich snobs. What choice did he have, but to lie about having money. He has to blend in somehow.

Coriolanus was excited for you to meet Tigris, Grandma'am too, but unfortunately the penthouse was empty. His cousin left a note detailing that she took their Grandma'am out to run a few errands. She told.him roughly when they'd be back too.

Fortunately they'd be back in plenty of time to help you get ready for the Valentine's Day dance that Coryo wanted to take you too.

You thought that he wanted to take you to the dance because he likes you, but that was only partially true. Coriolanus wanted to take you to show you off. Stake his claim to you. Mark you as his own.

Once everyone in the Academy saw you on his arm, they'd all know that you belonged to him.

Coriolanus always did like showing off his most prized possessions. But, unfortunately, he doesn't have many of those these days. So, now that he has you right where he wants you, it's time to show you off.

But to do that he needs Tigris to shine and polish you. Make you look dazzling, like a diamond. But, since his cousin and their Grandma'am are out, having you be made over by his cousin’s magical fashion touch will have to wait.

Coriolanus decides that since he's got you all alone in his penthouse, he might as well act on his fantasies of fucking you.

And that's how you find yourself in Coryo’s room, splayed out on his twin sized bed in nothing, but your simple white panties as he sucked and nipped a spot below your jaw. His hands were on your boobs, massaging them roughly as he grinded his boxer clad bulge into your wet, aching core.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding your hips in a desperate attempt to alleviate the ache in your pussy. “Coryo, please…” You whined, feeling the platinum blonde sucking harshly at a spot right below your jaw.

“Please what, baby? Please fuck you?” Coryo taunted huskily in your ear. His warm breath tickling your earlobe; sending a new rush of heat down to your wet center. “Hmmm?...” He hummed against your neck, trailing kisses down to your collarbone.

You placed a hand in his light blonde curls, only to pull his head up. Making his lust blown eyes meet yours. Biting your swollen, over kissed lips, you admitted, “I'm a virgin, Coryo. I don't know if I'm ready to go all the way yet, but I need you to touch me.”

Of course you were a virgin. He knew that. Coriolanus just wasn't expecting you to be hesitant about wanting to fuck him.

Damnit!

He didn't want to be a virgin anymore. He wanted to have his first fuck with you.

Okay, honestly, he hated people and would only be fucking you since you're his. After all the hard work he did wooing you with the secret admirer gifts and notes, he'd be a fool to try and find somebody else.

Coriolanus gave you a lopsided smile, only to stroke your cheek and confess, “I'm still a virgin too, my darling rose.”

Coriolanus Snow’s a virgin? But he's so hot. How is he still a virgin? Like, with his looks you thought he would've had a few hookups under his belt.

“Why?” You asked, curious eyes looking up into his icy baby blues.

“I'm too busy studying to do anything.” Coriolanus smoothly lied.

Truth was, he could go out and find somebody to fuck if he wanted to, but he was too busy watching over you from the shadows to do that. So, in fact, it wasn't studying he was too busy doing, but obsessing over you. Following you around whenever you went out. Even lurking nearby your apartment, in an alcove where you'd never see him, for the chance of sneaking a glimpse at you whenever you open the door to take out the trash or something.

Yes, he studied his subjects for school, but not with the same obsessive diligence that he studied you.

Trailing his fingers down your neck, until his hand reached the hollow of your throat, he smirked, “Plus, I guess I was waiting for the right girl.”

“Yea?” You ask, feeling warmth bloom in your chest. You couldn't believe your ears, Coryo just said, in so many words, that his wait was over because you were the right girl for him. That made your heart soar.

Coriolanus’ blue eyes sparkled and his plush lips turned up in a soft smile. “Yea.” He nodded, hovering over you. “We can wait until we're both ready, darling.” He offered, stroking the hollow of your throat. “I promise.”

And despite being obsessed with you to the point that he was literally your stalker, knew everything about you, and wanted to own you, he meant it. He wasn't going to push you into giving him your virginity. But that was because he worked too hard (because giving you a roses, notes, and a piece of chocolate for an entire week straight was hard work) to get you to notice him, trust him, and love him back to ruin it by pushing you too hard.

Coriolanus is a patient man, he can wait a bit longer to fulfill his fantasy of stuffing his cock into your tight cunt. At least he gets to fulfill his other fantasies with you. But, he hopes by summer he'll be balls deep inside your tight cunt.

He had an obsessive love for you and he wanted nothing more than to claim you as his. In every way possible.

And that urge to claim you is what spurs him on; what has him biting at your collarbone, soothing the teeth marks with a few laps of his tongue. The platinum blonde smirked against your skin as he felt your fingers tighten around his hair as little mewls left your mouth. It sends pride coursing thru his body, knowing that being marked by him turned you on.

Coriolanus wraps his lips around one of your nipples only to roughly tweak the other between his thumb and forefinger, causing you to let out a small, breathy moan.“Coryo…” 

Your reaction to his ministrations caused him to grind his boxer covered bulge into your soaked panty covered pussy. He moaned around your nipple, the feeling of your wetness soaking his hard dick driving him crazy. He needed some friction to relieve his aching cock and by how you were frantically canting your hips up to meet his, you needed some relief too.

Coryo sped up his pace, only to roughly squeeze your tits while biting your nipple. You felt pleasure mixed with pain, causing you to loudly moan and claw at Coryo's back with your hand that wasn't tangled in his hair. 

Letting your nipple fall from his mouth with a loud pop, he smirked, “You sound so beautiful when you moan for me, little dove.” 

One of his hands trailed down your body, only to squeeze your hip. His thumb brushed against your hip bone as his hand, that was still on your boob, harshly palmed it. He stopped grinding into your core, causing you to whimper and buck your hips in a feeble attempt to get him to move again. 

But he didn't move. Instead, his icy eyes stared straight into your soul as he asked, “I want to take your panties off; finger fuck you real good. Can I do that, baby?”

Could he do that? Of course he could. Didn't you tell him you wanted him to touch you before? Was he being shy or was he giving you an out? You didn't know, but all you knew was that hearing that he wanted to finger fuck you sent a fresh pool of wetness between your legs. 

“Yes.” You nodded. Your voice was a desperate whine as you told him, “Please, Coryo. I need you so bad.”

Coriolanus pressed a kiss to your lips. “Shh, baby. I’ll give you what you need.”

He pulled your panties off, only to toss them over his shoulder. Your instant reaction was to close your legs, but Coryo placed his large hands on your knees, preventing your legs from closing. “Don't get shy on me now, Y/N.” He reprimanded you, lust blown icy eyes locked onto yours as his platinum curls framed his elongated face perfectly like a halo.

You couldn't tell him he was being serious or playful with his reprimand, so you just nodded.

His attention fell to your slick pussy. You were so wet for him. “That all for me, darling? Fuck, your so wet.” He groaned, gnawing on his bottom lip as he felt his already rock hard cock get painfully harder. God, just looking at your perfect, pretty pussy dripping and drooling juices just for him sent a possessive pride straight to Coriolanus' heart.

It gave him an ego boost knowing that he's the one to make you so wet. That only he can do that, make you needy and wanting for him.

Serves you right to be wet between your thighs because of him. God only knows how many nights he fisted his cock, worked up with need for you. It's only fair that he makes you into a needy wanton little whore for him.

“Yea, it's all for you.” You nod, letting your hands run over his chest. You can feel his ribs underneath his pale skin as you tell him, “It'll always be for you.”

Coriolanus gave you a needy open mouth kiss as he hovered above your body. The kiss was messy and took you by surprise, but it also turned you on. A feral look flashed in his eyes, which was more black then icy blue at the moment, before he grabbed your chin in his hand. Keeping you jaw open with his hand, he uttered the declaration of, “Mine, mine, mine.” Before spitting right into your mouth.

You felt the spit rolling down your throat, becoming one with you in an exotic way. Coriolanus’ smiled widely, showing too much of his pearly whites, at the site of you swallowing down his spit. “You're mine, my darling rose. All mine and I'll never let you go.”

Yes, you were all his. His personal little slut. His darling rose. His, his, his.

Coriolanus’ face hovered dangerly close to yours as he snaked a hand between your bodies. But, before he could touch you, you stopped him by grabbing hold of his wrist. 

He gave you a startled look. Did you change your mind? Did you want to stop?

Fuck, he hopes not.

No, you didn't want to stop. Infact, you wanted him to take off his white boxers so that you could see his cock. You wanted him bare before you since you were spread out for him. 

And you told him so.

And boy, oh boy, he was so happy to hear you say that.

Quickly, he stood up and pulled off his boxers. Seeing his large cock, that was at least 8 inches with veins running alongside it, you felt desire heat up inside of you. 

“Can I touch it?” You asked as he knelt back on the bed.

“Yes, you can touch it. But after I'm done with finger fucking you. Okay baby?” He cooed, settling back between your legs and cupping your soaking wet cunt with his large hand. “I'm gonna make you feel so good, little dove.” Coriolanus told you before running a long finger up your slit.

A shiver felt down your spine at the feeling of him teasing you with his finger. You let out a ragged breath as his finger slipped into your tight pussy, only to languidly thrust a few times. You felt yourself grow wetter as he pulled his finger out of your wet hole, only to bring it up to his mouth and suck on it.

Coriolanus’ eyes rolled into the back of his head as he moaned, “Mmmm…you taste so sweet.” 

“Coryo, please.” You begged. His teasing was driving you crazy.

Deciding that two could play that game, you reached down with your hand and grabbed his hard cock.

“Fuck.” Coriolanus gasped as you experimentally ran your thumb over the leaky, red tip of his cock. His breathing was harsh as he said, “I got an idea. Think you’d want to try it?”

“What is it?” You asked, curious to hear this idea of his. You felt like you'd explode any minute now, so if he had a way to ease your aching cunt, then you wanted to know. Especially since he keeps getting distracted when it comes to fingering you.

Maybe he was nervous because he'd never finger a girl before, or maybe he was just a tease that liked to edge you. Who knows. But what you did know was that if you weren't touched soon then you were gonna go mad.

“Well, we’re worked up and I don't know how much more alone time we have, so I thought we could just grind together like we're fucking. But of course I won't put my cock inside, just rub it thru your wet folds.”

“Yes, yes, Coryo. Please, just make me cum.” You rattled out, feeling desperate. Hell, you’re at the point where you're tempted to just start playing with your own pussy to cum. That's how bad you needed to cum right now.

“Goddamn, baby, you're such a whiny little slut for me.” Coriolanus cooed, holding his cock and using the tip, oozing with precum, to rub against your clit in a teasing manner.

Well, it seems like Coriolanus Snow's the type that likes to play with his food before he eats it. 

His metaphorical food. The boy's practically starving to death with nothing, but stewed cabbage and watery broth to eat. So, he doesn't play around with real food.

Hunger is a weapon; he knows that all too well. 

But your lustful hunger for him is something that he uses as a weapon of sorts. He uses it, teasing and edging you, to make you beg to be his. Beg to be filled by him, just for a blissful release to satisfy the throbbing ache in your wet cunt.

Your wet cunt that’s hungry for his cock.

And by God, he's going to give you his cock.

Coriolanus stopped teasing your clit with his tip, only to roll his hips into yours, sliding his hard cock along your slippery wet folds. His fingers dug into your hips and yours dig into his biceps while you both let out loud, throat moans. The feeling of his cock sliding thru your folds was heavenly for the both of you.

With every movement Coriolanus made, you matched. Being the first time either of you have every done anything remotely sexual, your movements at times were sloppy and rushed. Frantic even. But it felt good. 

The only sound in the room was that of your moans and heavy breaths mixed with the obscene sound of Coryo's cock slipping between your squelching wet pussy. Oh, the pressure of his cock rubbing against your cunt was delicious.

It felt better than any of the times you've fingered yourself, rubbed your clit, or humped your pillow. 

Yes, dry humping Coriolanus was better than anything you've ever felt before. 

“Feels so good, Coryo.” You mewled, clawing at him, feeling the coil in your stomach start to tighten.

“Yea.” Coryo huffed, his brow furrowed with sweat as he felt his cum heavy balls begin to tighten.  Leaning forward, caging you in with his arms on either side of you, Coryo's breath ghosted your kiss bruised lips. “You feel close to cumming, baby? Huh, little slut, wanna cum?” 

Nodding eagerly, you wrapped your arms around his back, scratching it in an attempt to bring him closer to you, as you let out a sharp moan. “So close. I'm so close, Coryo.”

“Me too, baby. Me too.” Coryo groaned, bucking his hips even sloppier and faster in a desperate attempt to make you both cum.

His fists are white knuckling his bedsheets while your nails rake up and down his back, attempting to anchor yourself as your release neared. 

Groans and moans mixed with the wet, sweaty sound of skin slapping together and the loud squeaking of the old bed filled the air as you felt the rubber band inside of you snap.

You cum hard, harder then you've ever cummed in your entire time as a teenager. “Oh, Coryo. Coryo.” Tumbling from your lips in a sweet, moaning chant as your secret admirer continued to slide his cock between your folds.

The feeling of your cum, wet and flooding his dick, drove Coryo wild. It was better than anything he could ever dream of. Imaging how you feel when you cum during the nights he tightly fisted his cock doesn't even compare to the real feeling of your juices coating him, dripping messily down his dick and thighs as you squirt and soak the mattress beneath you.

Coryo's hips made one, two, three more tilts upswards towards yours before he’s burying his head in your shoulder and groaning out, “Fuck, darling. Fuck…”, as he cums, painting your pussy with ropes of his white hot cum.

Chest heaving as he pants to catch his breath, Coriolanus backs away from you, only to admire the was his cum decorates your glistening puffy pussy like fine pearls. Oh, if only he had a camera to take pictures of you. The site was so beautiful, so erotic. 

“You look so beautiful, Y/N.” He complimented, his voice a breathy murmur as he settled himself next to you.

Turning you head to look at him, you smile. “Yea?”

“Of course, baby.” Coriolanus replied, a smile coating his lips as he extended his arm out in a gesture for you to tuck into his side. “You're the most beautiful girl in the world.” He declared as you nestled into his side, resting your head on his chest and wrapping an arm around his torso. “You're my girl, yea?” Coriolanus asked, his icy eyes looking a bit vulnerable, as he held you close.

Vulnerable. Now that's something you never thought you'd say about Coriolanus Snow. He always seemed so confident, but right now while asking if you're his he seemed to emit some form of vulnerability. Subtle, but still in his baby blues.

“Yea, I'm your girl.” You confirm with a love struck smile.

Coriolanus relaxed when your words washed over him. He has nothing to worry about. You were his now. All the hard work he did being your secret admirer paid off.

Turning his head to look at the alarm clock in his bedside, he sighed, “We need to get dressed. Tigris and Grandma'am will probably be home soon.”

Grandma'am and Tigris welcome you with sparkling smiles and happy hugs when Coryo introduced you as his girlfriend. Tigris was excited that Coryo had found somebody while Grandma'am was elated that the daughter of the late Colonel Halvir (who served with and died with her son, General Crassus Snow, during the war in District 12) was her grandson's girl.

You're happy that the Snows accept your brand spanking new relationship with Coryo because you knew that your mother wouldn't. And you know that your older brother's too busy with his new officer's commission in 12 to care either.

Just like Coryo said she would, Tigris dolled you up in a dress that she made. She even did your hair and makeup for the Valentine's Day dance at the Academy. She made you look like a princess.

And everyone knows that a princess needs her prince.

And Coryo's your prince, giving you a white rose to pin on your dress. It matches the one that he had pinned on his label.

Coriolanus Snow proudly walked into the Academy's ballroom, showing you off on his arm.

Everyone will know that you belong to him. And when people ask how you got together you'll tell them about Coriolanus being your secret admirer during the week of love.

It sounds like a plot of a Capitol TV rom-com. But, unknown to you, your love story with Coryo would play out more like a true crime thriller.

Like an episode of Dateline.

Except that he'll never harm you. No, he's just the sociopath, narcissist, manipulative snake that destroys everyone's lives to make you the queen to his king.

His First Lady Of Panem.

But that didn't matter at the moment. All that matters is that right now you're happy with your secret admirer.

With your Coryo.

And he's happy to finally be able to be with you, because stalking you all the time was fucking exhausting.

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[daytaker]

The Gang React to You Giving Them Chocolates on Valentine's Day

And other Valentine's Day miscellanea. I'm going with MC giving store-bought chocolates. I know in some places, it's more common to give homemade chocolates, but I for one do not have any idea how that is done and it's not something that's common where I live, so I'm going to go with what I know, which is very little. Enjoy! (Mostly below the cut.)

The length of these varies. Some are quite short. I just wanted to put out some sort of Valentine's Day themed Thing, even if I'm almost two days late.

Lucifer

"How thoughtful. I don't suppose there's anything deeper I'm meant to read into here?"

He's so smug. Unreasonably so. More than you would expect. Yeah, guys, he got chocolates from MC. But his pride doesn't allow him to flaunt the fact. He has to just hope and pray people actively ask him whether he's gotten anything or where those not-so-discreetly placed chocolates sitting on his desk happened to come from.

Lucifer is very traditional in his treatment of you. When it comes to events like this, he's almost painfully predictable. He'll certainly have roses for you, and depending on your relationship, he might reserve dinner for two at a high end restaurant. And if your relationship is at a certain level, you can expect a trail of rose petals leading to the bed. It's kind of cringeworthy but he means well.

Mammon

"O-oh... Ahem... Is it Valentine's Day? Ha! I thought I was forgettin' somethin'. Heh, uh... thanks, human."

Obviously he didn't forget; he's been stressing over this day for the past week. He needs to get you something, but it can't be anything that's too cheesy or anything that makes him look cheap, so he's probably broken the bank to get you some sort of jewelry that he'll spend the next century paying off, but it's worth it.

When he gets chocolates from you, he plays it off like it's no big deal, but actually, he's so excited to reciprocate that before he has time to think it over, he's acting like he just so happened to have this expensive piece of jewelry on his person so you might as well take it for him. He spends the rest of the day kicking himself because now how in the world are you supposed to know that this was actually a very tactful and expensive gift from the greatest demon in the Devildom?

That, and he'll probably spend the entire day glaring at his brothers and the dateables from the corner as they shower you with gifts and attention.

Leviathan

"Wh...? For me? This isn't a prank, right? Because I'm not gonna forgive you if this box is full of tide pods!"

It's not full of tide pods, so all is well. He's so embarrassed to have doubted you that he tries to just shove his gift into your hands and push you out of his room, but it won't take too much persistence to get him to back down.

His gift is some sort of merch relating to an anime, manga, or game the two of you have particularly enjoyed together. Preferably something cute and evocative of the holiday. He doesn't know. He's never done this before. Why would he? Nobody would ever think to give him anything on Valentine's Day, so why would he bother with gifts? You do remember that nobody likes him, right? He doesn't like them either, so it's fine, but---

Let's just thank him for our gift before he falls too far down the self-hate spiral.

Satan

"I had hoped I might receive something from you today."

Satan is glad to get something from you, no matter what it is, but to be honest, chocolates probably aren't the best choice for him. He'd rather have something a little more heart-felt, that seems like you picked it out with him in mind. Literally anything cat-themed, or a book of some sort (bonus if it's a romance novel).

He's probably gone and done something stupidly romantic like buy you flowers and a book of poetry with certain parts highlighted.

But don't be fooled. Satan's favorite part of Valentine's Day is talking about its gruesome history, from the martyrdom of St. Valentine to a whole host of brutal murders that have taken place on the day. Catch him trying to figure out how to shoehorn the Chicago St. Valentine's Day Massacre into a casual conversation.

Asmodeus

"Oh, for meeee? You're such a sweetheart!"

He adds it to his enormous pile of chocolates, cards, flowers, and love letters. But of course, it's special, because it's from you.

He loves it, but... he's another one who would probably prefer something a little more personalized. Being who he is, he's a very popular demon on Valentine's Day, so seeing you put in a little effort to get him something with a bit of Asmo-flair would thrill him.

Beelzebub

"Chocolates...? This is the best thing I could have asked for. They'll taste even better knowing they're from you."

Well, obviously he loves them. He probably tried to get you chocolates too, but it doesn't matter how much he loves you. Beel's gonna Beel. The box is empty. He's shocked. He was sure he left some.

Belphegor

"...Wait, it's...? ...Thanks, MC. They look really good."

Belphie stares down at the chocolates in his hands, looking tired and mellow, while he internally panics because holy shit, it's already February 14? When did that happen? He doesn't have anything for you. He hates Valentine's Day. Why does it have to exist and lay bare all his inadequacies, like being a procrastinator and forgetting to prepare for things in advance even to the slightest degree?

Diavolo

"Ah, for Valentine's Day! It's a delight to receive this in person!"

Diavolo probably gets plenty of Valentine's Day presents from admirers (and suck-ups) around the Devildom, but most of them come in the mail or are otherwise delivered in an impersonal manner. So when you approach him directly to give him some chocolates, he's reminded why you're everyone's favorite human (himself included).

Also, you'd better clear out your schedule, because Diavolo booked out all of Ristorante Six for a dinner date tonight. Yes, the entire thing. Yes, on Valentine's Day. No, he's not worried about the dozens of disappointed couples who had probably been hoping to eat there.

Barbatos

"Any gift from you is satisfactory in my eyes."

It's kind of embarrassing to give regular old chocolates to someone like Barbatos who's a complete whiz in the kitchen, especially when it comes to sweets. But you figure he'd appreciate the gesture, and you'd be right. Of course, he will turn around and present you with a variety of immaculate, handcrafted artisan chocolates, tailor made to your personal taste. But sure, those store-bought candies you got in the heart-shaped box are completely fine, so stop stressing out about it.

Solomon

"Aw, thank you, my adorable apprentice! I have some homemade chocolates for you! What? Aren't you going to try some?"

Solomon tries to kill you on Valentine's Day...with love, obviously! But seriously, aren't you going to try the chocolates? He put his whole heart into them. And the hearts of several unique Devildom species. They're not toxic, stop worrying.

Simeon

"The fact that you thought of me means more than you realize."

And he means it. The fact that you thought about him, and when thinking about him, made the active decision to buy him something for Valentine's Day makes him stupidly happy.

Simeon strikes me as a flowers kind of guy. He got you flowers. Maybe some homemade treats too, but definitely flowers.

Luke

"Thanks! I got you something too. Happy Valentine's Day!"

Luke made cookies. They're delicious. Befriending this kid is the smartest thing you ever did.

[chaoticly-shy-dragon]

I'm back with more demigod dead boy detectives (parts one and two for those interested)! In short, Edwin is a son of Athena (born at the turn of the 20th century) who spent seventy years in the fields of punishment by accident - after he escaped it was 1989 and most of the gods had moved to America of all places.

And despite all that, St Hilarion was still functioning as a demigod heaven. Edwin is not happy. At all.

Charles on the other hand is having an interesting time all around. The backstory for him that I came up with starts from before he was born. The OG pjo au that I read had his father be Ares and yes?! I adore the Frank Zhang of him?

But his mom and Ares didn't click in my mind until I realized that Ares is in an on-and-off relationship with Aphrodite - who is cutting and sharp and tough but also soft and ditsy and a bit shallow. His past lovers don't all need to be veterans or kickboxers. It was an eureka moment, to be honest.

Charles' mom (name still in the works) met Ares in a museum showcasing ancient pottery and jewelry - some of them Greek - most of which depicted old heroic tales or bore the scars of the years. They started talking completely by chance - Aphrodite had stood Ares up and he didn't feel like going back to what he was doing. He decided to check this collection out - to reminisce or to try and remember fallen friends. Or just to sulk. Either way, he was there.

Charles's future mom sees him and the conflicting aesthetic of his clothing and the display he was looking at makes her want to talk with him. They hit it off. He asks to see her again and the rest is history.

They are together for four months before she gets pregnant. As expected from a god, Ares disappears from her life with only a few words. Charles's mom is left alone with a baby, in a shitty apartment with no family in the country.

It sucks. Like a lot.

Then she meets Paul Richard Rowland.

(I'm sorry but I can't do Paul's name dirty in a pjo au, I just can't. Although the irony was amusing enough to make me consider it for a whole second.)

They hit it off even with the occasionally crying baby in the next room. Soon they are engaged to be married - and married soon afterward. Charles's last name is changed and would you look at that - a happy family.

Not.

Charles is a charming and athletic boy with a love for ska and a bit of a temper. His dad is a cunt and his mom is quiet. That's fine until it isn't.

In an argument, it gets out that Richard isn't Charles's actual father (he is 14 when that happens). Stuff gets progressively worse after that (both with Richard and with the monsters - Richard's whole "something is wrong with you" really drives in the "I am different" mindset you really don't want in an untrained demigod) until Charles' mom gets desperate and contacts the boarding school - Ares had assured her that it would always have a spot for Charles.

(The phone number is that of the school board of all the still functioning demigod establishments. Had Charles been a girl they would have referred the mom to one of the all-girls or mixed schools. It's a system run by descendants, wind spirits and satyrs.)

((It's not as efficient as say sending satyrs to schools, but they only have so many satyrs. They do the guardian routine! Honest!))

Fast forward and Charles has been to St Hil for almost a year and a half. He is a semi-full-year camper in the sense he went home once for one summer and then only for two to three days a year.

He gets along with his siblings and the cricket team. He is friendly and nice but 80s racism and classist bullshit exist - he can't be too vocal with his thoughts and opinions less he is ostracized by his peers, he has to play a role he only has half the script of. The demigod thing isn't always a blessing.

He is a deft hand with daggers and knives, he is skilled with a sword - but he would prefer to play cricket or go to concerts. No magical barrier means nightly patrols and the occasional monster attack.

Cue the death scene. It plays like canon but with weapons. He is chased into the freezing lake by his siblings and his former mates. (And Charles had been so excited about having siblings - but this - they - he couldn't call brothers.)

There aren't any naiads during the winter - or they are sleeping deep into it. No one intervenes. He manages to escape his pursuers by going deeper into the woods until he comes across an old shed.

Charles goes in.

(He didn't hear the sharp snap of twigs and branches in the other direction of the one he was going. He didn't notice the second pair of footsteps shadowing his own.)

((He does see the lantern.))

And they finally meet. Isn't it grand? (TBC)

[hollowed-theory-hall]

do you have any theories or headcanons about luna's mom and what she was researching and how she died?

Well, Luna tells us what she did, so I don't need to headcanon it:

my mother. She was a quite extraordinary witch, you know, but she did like to experiment and one of her spells went rather badly wrong one day. I was nine

(OotP, 863)

So, Luna's mom, whose name is Pandora, experimented with spells. Specifically spells of her own making, one of which has gone badly and killed her.

So, what she did was create spells on her own the way we see Snape doing. We know spell creation is complicated and incredibly dangerous. Therefore, Luna is likely right in calling her mother extraordinary for creating spells. Most wizards would never bother, and the only ones we see inventing new magic are extraordinary wizards like Snape, Dumbledore, and Voldemort.

Now, this specific spell that killed Luna's mom was witnessed by Luna since she can see Thestrals. So my guess/headcanon is that it's a spell that wasn't supposed to go wrong.

Like, it was a spell she already worked on, a fun charm she wanted to show her 9-year-old daughter, one she succeeded in casting before. I believe this because it doesn't make sense for a mother to endanger their child by experimenting with spells with them in the room. So I believe she thought the spell was ready when she showed it to Luna — but something went wrong, and she ended up dead. I have no idea what the spell could've been, though.

All I know is that Luna says:

“Yes, it was rather horrible,” said Luna conversationally.

(OotP, 863)

That'll likely be true regardless of what spell it was, but this line always gave me the impression that her death wasn't clean, like with the Killing curse, but rather more gruesome. Also, now that I'm reading this, combined with the fact Luna can see Thestrals, it seems she died instantly. There probably wasn't a period in a ward in St. Mongos, she just died the moment the spell failed.

Alternatively, It's possible a spell failed and then she had a period in St. Mongos until her death and that's when Luna saw her die, sitting by her bedside. That would mean the spell was still very experimental when it killed Pandora since she wasn't practicing it with Luna around. I like the first option better though.

For more general headcanons:

1. I usually place Pandora from a not famous or well-known magical family, like she's pure-blood but not sacred 28. Which one doesn't matter all that much.

2. She was in Ravenclaw like Xenophilius and Luna.

3. A few spells that we are familiar with from the books were invented by her (I don't have specific ones, but I like to think that at least one of them was invented by her).

4. I like to think Luna's mom was the artistic one (pretty canon since her father isn't implied to paint from what I remember). Like, we know Luna draws and makes jewelry and furniture herself, so basically I think her mom did too and that's who Luna got it from. I headcanon that before Luna was born she painted magical creatures (both real and imagined) on Luna's bedroom walls.

5. I think Xenophilius was less of a flat-earther before Pandora died. I mentioned here how I think he and Luna lost a lot of their faith in the ministry that hid something regarding Pandora's death or the ministry didn't sanction some of her spells for use post-mortemly. This distrust in the ministry pushed their opinions farther from the mainstream of the Wizarding World.

6. Harry describes Luna as more groomed in the photograph with her mother. As I mentioned, I think Xenophilius wasn't as absent-minded and unkept as we see him before Pandora's death, but Pandora was always the more preset and focused of the two of them. She probably often reminded him of things they scheduled that slipped his mind.

[lightofraye]

I was on a live with my friend who has an account on Instagram specifically for Spn and she revealed that she went to a con and Jensen didn’t have his wedding band on and his manager found him, gave the ring to him and demanded he wear it. Apparently he seemed upset that he had to and he looked visibly sad and was anxiously fiddling with it the rest of the day. He doesn’t even hide his misery in front of us. Why do people choose to turn a blind eye and think danneel is a great person?!

Hi there!

Y'know, I had gotten this message this morning, but could not answer until now because of so many reasons, one of which was to ask which con this was at! Plus, I had to ask if you wanted me to hide your identity or not. I imagine there will be some Danneel stans and potentially AAs that will not take kindly to discovering that Jensen is very, very unhappy. It shatters their delusion of the "perfect marriage" and all that.

I'm heaving a sigh, because this is going to just pissed them off some more.

As I (and so many others!) have said: Jensen isn't happy!

Anyway, after corresponding with the asker, I have been able to confirm where and when this happened!

Credit to the asker who asked their friend and got me the information.

It happened at Burcon, during the St. Patrick's weekend. If it's the Gersh agent that was with him during at least one of the European cons (JIB, I believe?), I'm stumped as to why they would even care if Jensen was without his ring. I mean, it wouldn't be the first time.

According to the asker, it happened again while Jensen was at JIB.

We know that his "branding and endorsement" agent from Gersh was with Jensen. It's puzzling as to why. Maybe something involved regarding Countdown, but once again: why?

As confirmed by the person I spoke to, the follower who has been in the creative and entertainment industry, Jensen's narrative has always been inconsistent. If Jensen retained Gersh to expand beyond "brand and endorsement" to help improve his "family man image", I have so many questions!

Namely: the ring means jackshit. No, seriously, it means jackshit. All it indicates is that he's married--not that he's faithful, loyal, or anything. It's the keeping of the vows that make the difference, not the freaking jewelry.

Secondly: if he's so damned miserable--and anyone with eyes could tell, even in photos with Danneel, not that he's been seen with her in an age--why go through it even longer? Why impose such misery? Just end the blasted marriage and find happiness elsewhere already.

Third: if it is to improve the "family man image", uhhh.... going about it the wrong way. Especially given we haven't seen Jensen with Danneel since that one outing in Dallas... and that was just with Danneel. Family man image makes me think of him and his kids, which need not include his wife.

Fourth: Why does the manager/agent have the freaking ring?!

Soooo many questions, not nearly enough answers. I appreciate the asker for this incredible and heartbreaking update.

Oh! Before I forget! The asker asked: Why do people choose to turn a blind eye and think danneel is a great person?!

Because despite what they accuse me of, those Jenneel/AAs fans are putting themselves in that delusion. They want the marriage to be perfect, to have Jensen beyond reproach, to believe that Danneel is sweet and kind when we know better (seriously, I have quite a bit of evidence and there are others!). To see Danneel otherwise shatters that delusion and they can't accept it.

I, on the other hand, see Jensen as a talented actor who in a situation he's been miserable in for some time, placed on a pedestal that he never wanted to be on in the first place. However, to survive that attention, he became the mask. I don't know if he'll be okay....

[oldraysblog]

Elder Rape Is a Strength!

Yet another example of how importing the Third World wrecks everything

ANN COULTER

DEC 4

 

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As part of the Biden administration's  push to make everything worse and more expensive, the Centers for Medicare & Medicaid Services (CMS) -- not to be confused with Congress, which writes the laws because we live in a democracy ha ha ha -- issued a prospective rule requiring nursing homes to hire more staff.

Because who better to determine the staffing needs of the country's 15,000 nursing homes than Chiquita Brooks-LaSure, Biden's CMS administrator? Also supporting the new rule are "patient advocates," i.e. the Service Employees International Union, looking to increase its membership rolls.

Fortunately, The New York Times reports, President-elect Donald Trump is expected to repeal the Biden staffing mandates.

Also fortunately, I have a much better idea! Like Brooks-LaSure, my expertise does not come from running nursing homes. It comes from reading the news.

Such as ...

In 2018, hardworking Kenyan immigrant Billy Chemirmir enriched elderly nursing home patients in Texas by allegedly murdering at least 22 of them and stealing their jewelry. (Who will care for the elderly without mass third world immigration?) He was convicted in the first two trials and then killed in prison.

The year prior, Ethiopian immigrant Adeladilew A. Mekonen got 25 years after pleading guilty to sexually assaulting two patients at Providence St. Vincent Medical Center in Portland, Oregon, women aged 89 and 94. (By the way, why is an Ethiopian living in Portland?)

Third world immigrants are hard workers, though. Liberian George Kpingbah was a ripe old 77, but still managed to rape an elderly Alzheimer's patient at the Walker Methodist Health Center in Minneapolis. This guy is a walking TV commercial for Cialis.

At the 2015 sentencing hearing, Kpingbah's lawyer sought leniency on the grounds that the perp had "devoted much of his life to ensuring that his three daughters migrated to America," as The Minnesota Star Tribune put it.

How can we ever thank you, Mr. Kpingbah?

In 2017, Parkpoom Seesangrit -- you'll never believe it, but yup, another immigrant -- was convicted of raping a 69-year-old dementia patient at the East Longmeadow Skilled Nursing Center in Massachusetts. When the Thai national was caught by a nurse, he said, "I know I'm in trouble. This looks bad."



Like so many immigrants, Seesangrit created another job right here in America: He needed a Thai interpreter at his trial. (Turns out our country is fairly bristling with Thais.)

In 2013, nursing assistant Antonio Nieto was convicted of sexually assaulting three female patients, aged 59, 73 and 93, in a Broomfield, Colorado, nursing home. In accordance with the Times Style Guide, the media refused to reveal where Nieto was from, but his lawyer said English was his second language and he needed a Spanish-language interpreter in court, so: Latin America.

In 2018, Ghanaian immigrant Fode Doukoure pleaded guilty to sexually assaulting a 74-year-old woman after placing an anesthesia-soake d rag over her mouth.

May I speak with the people who hired these guys? The ones who thought cheap labor was worth placing men from raging rape cultures in charge of weak, elderly Alzheimer's patients?

Why are you crying, Grandma? Hey! Where's your diamond-encruste d brooch?

The media would sooner praise MAGA than admit that most of the world outside of the West is a cesspool of child rape, gang rape, elder rape, torture rape, goat rape, AIDS, multidrug-resist ant gonorrhea and so on. But it's not an impenetrable mystery, and when you’re hiring employees to work with helpless dementia patients, it's kind of important to understand this aspect of non-Western culture.



I will briefly mention some suggestive facts about only the countries mentioned here, a subject I cover in detail in "Adios, America!"

Mass rape was a regular feature of Liberia's 14-year civil war, as it is in most wars on the Dark Continent -- also in response to minor skirmishes, celebrations, election seasons and filming a music video.

Kenya's three-month election season, for example, features mass rapescommitted by police, ordinary Kenyans and militia groups. (And you thought our elections were bad.)

During the two-year conflict in Tigray, Ethiopia, government forces rapedhundreds of women, in front of friends and family, holding some as sex slaves for repeated gang rapes, sometimes inserting large nails, gravel, metal and plastic shrapnel into their victims' vaginas, among other things. (On the plus side, none of them were fat-shamed or made to feel unheard.)

Thailand is ranked among the top 10 countries for violence against women and girls. Last year, 11 Thai police officers were charged with gang-raping a 14-year-old girl.

The Inter-American Children’s Institute reports that Latin America is second only to Asia in the sexual exploitation of women and children, who are “seen as objects instead of human beings with rights and freedoms.”

In 2018, naive British teenagers paid 1,200 pounds apiece to go on a class trip to "volunteer" in ... Ghana. Whereupon armed Ghanaian and Nigerian men broke into their compound, beat and robbed the males and raped the girls and their female teacher for three hours, finally leaving at around 4 a.m.

Contra Brooks-LaSure, the last thing nursing homes need is more Kenyans, Ethiopians, Liberians, Thais and Latin Americans. What’s really needed is fewer rapes.

Here's something useful Dr. Mehmet Oz could do at CMS that would create no additional paperwork or regulatory burden for nursing homes: Investigate every one of these monstrous crimes and widely publish the names and incomes of the facility owners and operators who thought the abuse of elderly Americans was a small price to pay for all that cheap foreign labor.



[hedgiwithapen]

Stargirl + Metakitties! Again, I heavily encourage expies of real-life cats in our lives.

"Man," Jakeem said, looking from his Spanish textbook  on Mike's bedroom floor to the black cat sitting directly on his worksheet. "I wish I'd known about you before I got my class schedule." He gave the cat a scritch and failed to shift her off his paper. "C'mon Bean. Scoot."

"Nein," said the Bean. 

"I think you need to ask her in German," Mike said.

Jakeem sighed. "Bean, please move. In German."

The Bean stretched out one leg and shifted just a little bit.

"Huh. Usually works," Mike said. "I'll go get us some snacks. Maybe she'll follow me to the kitchen?"

The Bean, for once, did not. 

Mike elbowed his way past Courtney to get at the toaster. It was getting pretty crowded at home, with everyone already constantly over, plus all the cats that came and went but always seemed to be under someone’s foot. Usually his.  Sparkle still hadn’t forgiven him for stepping on her tail. “Tomorrow, I’m studying at Jakeems,” he said to no one in particular. The back door popped open. “Look who I found down in the tunnels. Again,” Rick said, holding up the long, and long haired tabby-and-white kitten.

“Yoink!” Mike said, reaching out. Yoink looked at him, seemed to mentally count how many people were in the room, and quite literally high-tailed it out of the kitchen. He smacked into the doorframe with a little 'spoft!' noise and skittered out into the hall, sliding on the hardwood. 

“Yoink?” Rick’s face fell a little. “I thought we were calling him Jax….”

“Yeah, except he kept yoinking Courtney’s jewelry,” Mike explained. 

“I thought you’d rather have one of the non-criminal cats named after your old dog,” Courtney said, apologetic. "And it really does fit.  I caught him with my bracelet yesterday, and Yolanda's hoop earrings are gone."

“No, it’s fine,” Rick said, brushing cat fur off his jacket. Courtney caught a glimpse of the hourglass. “Anyways… I don’t know why he keeps going down there, but it's probably not safe. We really need to block the entrances.”

Mike scoffed. "Good luck with that," he said, grabbing his poptarts and heading to his room. 

“Wait, why were you down there?” Courtney asked Rick. 

“Just looking for clues. Don’t worry, I had a buddy.” Rick promised.  Everyone was on the strict buddy-system until the killer was caught, and no one was exactly thrilled by it.

“The cats don’t count, no matter what Thunderbolt said,” Pat called, entering the room with the enormous orange cat trying to balance on his shoulders. “ Someone, take Strider? I’m trying to make dinner, here.” He saw the foil packet Mike had left on the counter and raised his voice as Courtney tried to take Strider, who was busy trying to melt directly into Pat's skin--thankfully not an ability he actually posses, just the ability to go boneless. 

"Mike! How many more times do I have to tell you, no poptarts before dinner?"

"Uh... twice?" Mike called back

“I was with Yolanda, she counts,” Rick said. "We didn't find anything, anyways. Except for Yoink."

"I do not understand that cat," Courtney said. "Seriously I think he hates me? But Strider doesn't, do you, big guy?" she asked, petting the orange cat's head until his amber eyes closed and he started to purr.  

Someone knocked at the back door. Courtney frowned a little. "Who could that be?" Beth had a key, and would have come in the front anyways. The Crocks and Sylvester didn't knock. Jakeem was in Mike's room, Yolanda was in the dining room, Cameron would have texted first...

"Hi, Cindy," Courtney started, already opening the door.

But it wasn't Cindy Burman standing there. It wasn't Jennie or Todd, either, or even the other Jenny, looking for Jakeem.

"Oh my god," Courtney said, dropping Strider.  The tabby gave a reproachful meow as he landed, then went to sniff the newcomer. His feathery tail brushed the door, his fur a perfect match for the stranger's hair. "Henry?"

"I need help. I think," Henry King Junior said as he staggered into the kitchen and collapsed.

[harleyacoincidence]

Happy STS! What are some things your characters enjoy doing together, whether they're romantically involved, close friends, or family?

Thanks for the ask! It feels good to have my inbox working again, I'll tell you that much. I kept getting notifications from it, but no new asks, only to have the asks appear much, much later (I'm looking at the asks I received in 2023 and only just now saw).

Not sure which WIP you want this for specifically, so I'll give you a few examples:

Tales of an Unfortunate Summoner

Hadeon and Henriette do basically everything together (kind of unavoidable when one of them's literally stuck in the other's head)

They enjoy planning Henriette's short stories together, when they actually get down to creative business

Other than that, if Hadeon doesn't have an external vessel to take control of temporarily, they enjoy cracking jokes only they can hear (which happens quite frequently, due to Hadeon's disposition)

If Hadeon's got a vessel, the two can enjoy more familiar activities, such as getting ice cream, playing pranks, or going for joyrides in Hadeon's (legally-owned-by-laws-of-Hell) sports car

It's not a stretch to say that they're very good friends, and rely on each other for a lot (especially considering the fact that Hadeon quite literally needs to stay in Henriette's head unless he wants to find another vessel for his demonic purposes)

It might seem like it's Hadeon that relies the most on Henriette, but she needs his company as well, especially since her parents don't have a lot of free time to spend with her

Overall, it might be a little strange to consider a literal demon and a high schooler as friends, but they make it work and respect boundaries (Hadeon doesn't leave the amulet he's cursed to stay attached to unless in Henriette's brain, and Henriette doesn't go to Hell to meet the people her accomplice considers his kind)

Love Corrupts Fresh Lilies

Jade and Ferphasia might have had a rocky start to their relationship, but they're making it work despite the whole "technically-being-rivals-and-sworn-enemies" thing

After they got past the whole blasting each other with magic part and really accepted their shared romantic feelings, they both began to blossom

They love stargazing, especially since the both of them are fairly imaginative and associate themselves with nighttime and stars respectively

Besides this, the perfect date is calm, quiet, and preferably away from Hemlock and Rafflesia (those two have been getting a bit too violent lately, someone should really check on them...)

They both enjoy baking, cooking, and using their magic to produce little trinkets (especially for each other)

I feel like the two of them would really like a date in which they teach each other different textile arts, or even something like pottery or jewelry making

Thanks again for the ask! You've really made me think about my WIPs, and I appreciate it a lot!

[query-quadrant]

Wh⛤t should I we⛤r for my first p⛤le ⛤nnivers⛤ry?

It’s mine ⛤nd my moir⛤ils first p⛤le ⛤nnivers⛤ry this sweep. Obviously I’d LOVE to spoil them rotten, so I got us tickets to ⛤ highly renowned st⛤ge perform⛤nce, ⛤nd ⛤ reserv⛤tion ⛤t ⛤ rest⛤ur⛤nt ⛤fterw⛤rd. ⛤s you c⛤n obviously tell, I know wh⛤t I’m doing, ⛤nd h⛤ve ⛤ll of th⛤t covered. 

The only problem is th⛤t I h⛤ven’t the f⛤intest ide⛤ of wh⛤t to we⛤r. 

I’m ⛤n extremely high cl⛤ss violetblood, ⛤nd I refuse to we⛤r ⛤nything th⛤t isn’t floor-length, but my moir⛤il often comments th⛤t this m⛤kes me ⛤ppe⛤r more cold th⛤n I re⛤lly ⛤m. Unfortun⛤tely most of the ⛤dvice I h⛤ve seen online m⛤inly involves we⛤ring g⛤rish p⛤tterns or intention⛤lly messy clothing. 

Do you h⛤ve ⛤ny ide⛤ how I might m⛤ke myself ⛤ppe⛤r more “w⛤rm” or “⛤ppro⛤ch⛤ble” without h⛤ving to dumb down my f⛤shion sense to the likes of mini⛤ture-putters? 

oh finally something i can talk about yeah ok buckle in this shits gonna be long as hell im not even gonna bother with my gimmick here i just wanna talk about clothes for a second

most trolls are dumb as shit and dont give a fuck about fashion and its not even just everyday clothes i mean youve probably seen the shit some trolls wear to dates vitriol emoji

but if youre looking for actually good inspo i have a friend who put out some shit in eclectoskeleton but also theres been some surprisingly good shit in deadliest designs monthly recently

if youre looking for advice from me specifically though then heres a couple things to think about if you wanna wear fancy pale clothes

i dont normally wear this stuff but i do at least have a working thinkpan and know way more than most idiots plus i have super real degrees in quadrantology so some of its probably good advice

colors: obviously going lighter and softer is classic its called pale feelings the pale quadrant and the holidays pale moon night so why not pale colors obviously duh

most trolls stick to blacks and grays and darker shit at least as the base of their outfits most of the time because theyre boring pieces of garbage and also cause its practical i guess

so bringing out those pale pinks or just lighter violets or whites feels special and its something you can do to soften shit up

its pretty it stands out in a crowd and it sets a mood it says i give a fuck about you and i want people to know

but you dont have to stick with that ive seen trolls get a lot of mileage out of shit like wearing a little of each others colors or you can even try their favorite colors for cute personal shit

design:

obviously you already know about shit like diamond motifs but theres ways to do that without just throwing on an ugly little argyle sweater

diamond shapes in embroidery or beading or in lace can look really fucking cute if you do it right

if you can work in moons and stars thats something pretty and obviously pale but not that stupid looking and btw dont be afraid to throw in a little bit of sparkle too

you said you have to wear floor length shit but thats not a deal breaker i mean shit big clothes are classic for paledates and even though youre not gonna be wearing actual palewear you can take those sorts of ideas and fold them into your shit by going for something flowy

i mean yeah bigass sweaters and scarves are classic but so are things like capes maybe its not always "approachable" but it can still say "i pity you or at least probably give a shit about you"

accessories:

anyway speaking of classically pale shit obviously look into pearls the pink ones even kinda look like little pink moons you get it you know what i mean

diamond shaped jewelry is classic but also cabochon cuts are also good to look into especially if you can get your fronds on any pink or white rocks or anything with a little chatoyancy

other shit i forgot to mention or general shit:  if you want you can do matching shit

it doesnt need to be one of those matching half and half diamond necklaces for wigglers or anything just making sure theyre wearing something with the same metal and decorative rock as you are or at least some of the same colors so you look good together is good enough  i got a little into this by talking about stuff like sparkles and moons and all that but just think about pale nicknames when youre thinking about what to wear "moonlight" "starlight" "moonrise" "moonbeam" "stars" "twilight"

all those things are real and actually pretty things that you can take a lot of inspiration from

even shit like "sugar" or just fucking "diamond" or any of the millions of flowers and random pink or white or sparkly things people use

[darchildre]

A Costume Piece, part 1

In which Raffles and Bunny plan to steal some purple diamonds and Bunny learns more about the art and craft of burglary.

Thing 1:

...never had I seen him so excited before. Had he been following Rosenthall's example? [ie, drinking] His coming to my rooms at midnight, merely to tell me about his dinner, was in itself enough to excuse a suspicion which was certainly at variance with my knowledge of A. J. Raffles.

Bunny. My sweet boy. There are two possibilities for why Raffles is in your rooms at midnight, both of them are criminal, and only one of them can E W Hornung write about explicitly.

(I should cut Bunny some slack here - this is only his second entry into crime qua burglary, after all.)

And Raffles leaned towards me with a sly, slow smile that made the hidden meaning of his visit only too plain to me at last.

Okay, no, I can see why Bunny is confused. He hasn't yet realized that stealing jewelry from people is one of Raffles' biggest kinks.

Thing 2: Bunny wrote an article about the jewel robbery that he himself helped commit, oh my god, amazing. I missed that detail on my last read through and now all I want is an au where Bunny becomes an established crime reporter, like Peter Parker taking pictures of Spider-man.

Thing 3:

"My dear fellow, I would rob St. Paul's Cathedral if I could, but I could no more scoop a till when the shopwalker wasn't looking than I could bag the apples out of an old woman's basket. Even that little business last month was a sordid affair, but it was necessary, and I think its strategy redeemed it to some extent. Now there's some credit, and more sport, in going where they boast they're on their guard against you. The Bank of England, for example, is the ideal crib; but that would need half a dozen of us with years to give to the job; and meanwhile Reuben Rosenthall is high enough game for you and me. We know he's armed. We know how Billy Purvis can fight.It'll be no soft thing, I grant you. But what of that, my good Bunny—what of that? A man's reach must exceed his grasp, dear boy, or what the dickens is a heaven for?" "I would rather we didn't exceed ours just yet," I answered laughing, for his spirit was irresistible, and the plan was growing upon me, despite my qualms.

A) This whole speech and the bit before it where Raffles talks about himself as an artist is adorable and I love it and I love him so much. He's so excited and so clearly deliberately being charming and showing off to appeal to Bunny and it's so cute.

B) And it works - Bunny also clearly thinks he is adorable and and charming and ridiculous. It's sad that he loses his enthusiasm as soon as Raffles leaves - Bunny would be having a lot more fun all 'round if he didn't think so much.

Thing 4:

With all his charming frankness, there was in Raffles a vein of capricious reserve which was perceptible enough to be very irritating. He had the instinctive secretiveness of the inveterate criminal.

This is going to be Bunny's chief complaint about Raffles for the rest of time. There are lots of potential reasons for it: Bunny is right and Raffles doesn't trust him fully (likely); Raffles is a control freak who needs to be in charge of all the details of their crimes (yuuup); Raffles likes impressing and surprising Bunny more than basically anything else in the world (absolute truth); etc. In the specific case wherein Raffles doesn't tell Bunny the details of how he disposed of the results of their first robbery, I wonder if there's a desire to keep Bunny away from the grubbier aspects of what they're doing, like fencing things and interacting with other criminals, so as not to scare him off (or make Raffles seem grubby through the interaction). Bunny's only along for the "fun" parts of the robbery - this may also be part of not wanting him to be part of casing Rosenthall's house, which is probably mostly quite boring. (But also the control freak thing.)

Of course, this always backfires, because Bunny doesn't know the reasons why he shouldn't involve himself. Oh my god, just have an actual conversation!

Thing 5: Disguises! Oh how I love the goofy disguises! I especially love the little detail of Raffles "he who would only smoke one brand of cigarette!" switching tobaccos for verisimilitude.

[thetragicallynerdy]

Hi, I'm here from the tealoranges tag! Fic title meme: Are You Going to Scarborough Fair?

Alright alright, I finally had the brains to think about this and write something! (For those who haven't heard of it, this meme is that you send me a fic title, and I sketch out the fic I think would match it. I am not accepting further prompts for this meme at this time.)

I know that this one would go really nicely as a like, farmers market au, but hear me out: post-war au and farmer’s market au. Because the canticle aspect of Simon & Garfunkle’s version of Scarborough Fair always, always makes me think about war (because, y’know, it’s about war). But, because it’s Jim and Olu, and I really wouldn’t ever write an actual war type fic, lets go with “Canon time - Jim, returning from their holy mission, and Oluwande, who sells his wares at the market.”

When I started typing this I was going to say it was more vibes than plot (the Vibes being an exhausted Jim who’s killed a whole lot of men and then returned home to find that they’re still not at peace, and then they meet Oluwande) but now there’s like 1000+ words of plot so here u go:

Jim never made it to Nassau as their first stop in their mission. They don’t meet Oluwande, and they instead spend ten-fifteen years tracking down every last member of the Siete Gallos. Alfeo de la Vaca is not their first. He’s closer to their last, which is the main reason that they keep at it so long – a) there is no one to encourage them to stop, and b) they haven’t killed the one that matters yet.

Somewhere along the way, they have exactly one run in with Blackbeard and Stede, who we can presume are still doing their romance off to the side. They see a handsome Black man with a teal earring on the crew who catches their eye – but then they forget about him.

Oluwande, meanwhile, got out of Spanish Jackie’s for other reasons, about the same time as he would’ve in canon. He finds Stede, and has a rather successful career in piracy before he finally settles down and buys a home. He learns how to make jewelry, and sells it. Tiny trinkets, that sort of thing, to keep his hands busy. For some reason, he really liked St. Augustine the last time they were there. He settles down.

Jim finally finishes their hit list. They return to St. Augustine, scarred and hardened and hoping to find some semblance of peace, because all they feel is a hollowness in their chest and a bone-deep weariness. They come home to a home that’s still empty and ruined, overgrown after decades of neglect.

Whether or not Nana is still alive is up to you. If she is, her exuberance over Jim being done their mission grates against the disenchantment they’re feeling. If she’s not, there’s a point of grief over ‘she was the one I was doing this for, and she’s not even here to see it.’

Either way – Jim is not doing great. They try and fix up the farm, but mainly fix up the house enough to live in, and wallow. The Beautiful Life they were promised afterwards hasn’t happened, and everything feels like dust. Very ‘returning from war and finding yourself at odds with the world’ type vibes.

But then they wander into the market one morning when they’re coming in to, I dunno, buy food, and they happen across a tiny stall, run by a beautiful man with a teal earring. He sells jewelry, and it feels so frivolous, so unnecessary, but they can’t help but stop and look at it. Jewelery isn’t even their thing, but they can’t help but reach out and touch the intricate little earrings.

Oluwande recognizes them. And, in true Oluwande fashion, blurts out “holy shit, I know you.” This is not immediately a concern. Most people in town know them, by rumour at the very least, of the Jimenez child who lived. It’s a small place. However, then he says “we met on uh – The Gentleman Pirate’s ship, you killed that guy –“ and Jim gets very defensive very fast. And maybe runs away a little, wondering if they need to just pack up and go because they don’t really want people recognizing them for all the blood they’ve spilled.

(And then they remember the handsome man with the teal earring, and kick themself a little for not being able to place him immediately. He's still just as handsome, all these years later.)

Later that day Oluwande shows up at their door, with an apology on his lips and a small earring in his hand. “Didn’t mean to scare you off,” he says sheepishly. “I just got excited. Not many people here that know what I used to do.”

Jim reluctantly lets him in, and offers him a drink. They talk. Or, Oluwande talks, and Jim listens.

It’s not love at first meeting. But so many people in town avoid talking to Jim, and he doesn’t seem to care about the blood they’ve spilled. Hell, he was a pirate. He’s spilled just as much. So a tentative friendship is born.

They start seeking him out. Wandering to the market just to talk and pretend to browse his wares. They keep the earring he gave them, but their ears aren’t pierced, so they don’t do anything with it. They start bringing small food treats that they pick up at the market, so they have an excuse to sit and share it. Oluwande brightens every time they show up. He starts having tea or something else to drink ready every time, to share with the food.

Jim keeps trying to fix up the farm. But every time they do it just feels pointless, and makes them sad. They don’t really need a job for the money, but they’re starting to get restless, like they need something to do.

They take up whittling instead. It’s hard, and they cut themself more than they have since they first learned how to handle knives. Their first clumsy attempt at a bird gets given to Oluwande. So does their second, their third. A few more become toys, given to the family down the road. It takes time, but they get good.

“You should let me sell these,” Oluwande muses, running fingers over an intricate crocodile. “They’re really good.”

Jim shrugs. “I don’t really need the money.”

He raises an eyebrow and nods at his jewelry. “Neither do I. Why do you think they’re so cheap?”

Jim lets Oluwande sell their carvings. It’s a good partnership.

Eventually they kiss him. Of course they do. He’s handsome and sweet and the only person who makes them feel like a person again, and not the assassin they’ve become. The only person who teases them about their hat and their long coat and tells them they’re not as scary as they think they are.

And it’s good. It’s so good, this little romance. Easy, in a way very few things in their life have been.

A few weeks, maybe months after they add romance to the mix, Jim admits, late one evening, how much they hate living at the farm. How they still think about leaving, all the time.

“Could move in with me,” Oluwande whispers, voice just audible from where Jim is plastered to his back. “I’ve got the space.”

Jim leaves the next morning and tells him they need to think about it, promising they’re not running away, that they just need time to think. They go, and sit on their farm, and then disappear into the woods like they did as a child. When they come back two days later, it still feels just as empty and barren and broken as it did when they first set foot back in St. Augustine, just as lost as it did when they were a child. The healing they were hoping for is happening, but it’s not happening on this farm.

So they pack up all of their things (there aren’t many), and walk to the village. The sun is just setting, and there’s a candle already burning in Oluwande’s window. There’s no hesitation before they knock.

Oluwande opens the door, and sees them, and their bag. He smiles and holds the door open wider.

“Welcome home.”

That’s it! Look I will never actually write this, so if anyone ever wants to write the thing, have at! (Just give me credit for the idea, and please for the love of god send it to me so I can read it XD)

Anyway thanks for the prompt anon, this was fun!! Sorry it took me a while XD

[supersonicob]

IT'S CALLING TO ME

So last weekend I went down to St. Augustine FL to go to a jewelry shop who is helping me with my pieces, & I decided to look around afterwards, when I came across this really cute shop designed to cater to the Chica's of society who lean more into the Bohemian Chic side of fashion.... the prices for items in the store ranged from $30 & up. But I'm not one to complain much. Because most of the shops I've come across within the past few months up to present day have all been pretty pricey for the long ankle length skirts, & even the girly fru fru tops.... if it's a 2-piece set. So anyway, I learned that the owner of the shop is from overseas (Argentina if I recall correctly), & her & son own the shop together, she handmade MASS MAJORITY of the clothes in the shop, & the stuff in the back is thrifted. & she will teach her employees how to crochet pieces themselves so that EVERYTHING in the shop is carefully handcrafted, & for the thrifted pieces I was told that they will sometimes reconstruct the item to make it look new/something totally different. (& I seriously love that feature & respect it.) However, 1 month ago I made a vow to myself that I will make up for the lost time, money & energy I've wasted on other people, & didn't give to myself. (So far so good too, I haven't felt an ounce of "buyer's remorse" since I made that vow.) So, for me that's a huge 1st step in recovery & doing what's right for me.

Now I currently lost my job, so making my 1st purchase is going to have to wait until I can secure a new job. (Obviously) But what I've noticed is how after I went into that store, I cannot stop thinking about how much I want to incorporate the fashion into my closet. How much I want to physically embrace it with home decor mixed into my love of Goth home decor. I can't ignore my love for Goth. Goth was the 1st alternative fashion I was introduced to in my last year in high school, from a quarterly magazine called "Gothic Beauty". (Now they went digital to save on paper. I totally respect that; I instantly supported them & downloaded the app once I found out they were going to stop making paper copies of their gorgeous perfect magazine.) So, I cannot just simply toss aside my 1st love. Goth fashion has been with me since 2003, so honestly, I've been wrecking my brain, & the wheels have been turning. I want to come up with new ideas on how I can mix goth & Boho Chic home decor in a highly flattering eye candy way, that's worthy of a place in the Pinterest app. :-) but then I thought about the fact that there is something Boho chic fashion has in common with one particular sub-genre of Goth. The witchy/nature loving Goths I periodically see on Instagram. One person in particular stands out to me her name is Psychara/ aka Mara, she's goth but also incorporates her love for nature in her fashion as well as the tattoos she winded up getting. So, if she can give me a that idea/inspiration from her posts and items she owns in her closet, then I know there is a way for me to mix/blend together Boho chic with Goth.

Boho chic has this particular look to me that reads, "I love nature, & the peace it brings." The colors in the outfits reads " earth tone & ocean/Beach tones in some cases (outside of the tie-die prints) I've seen a lot of beads & wooden beads turned into belly chains, necklaces, bracelets, rings, earrings, and even down to the toe rings, just all so beautiful & need to be in my collection. I'm falling head over heels in love with it all honestly... the more I see. Lately it just feels like my interest in it from the early 2000's has circled around to the forefront of my brain, & my soul is telling me that it's finally time to give in.

I must embrace the urges & needs.

[pocketyarnlings]

5 Free Quick and Easy Crochet Heart Patterns for Beginners

Crochet hearts are versatile and can be used in countless ways to add charm and personality to your projects. You could use them as embellishment for clothes, gifts for loved ones or even make them as part of your home decor! Here are some great ideas to get you started quickly and easily!

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Why crochet hearts?

If you are wondering how a simple crochet heart can be used, here are some creative uses for crochet hearts:

Gifts

Use heart baskets to store small gifts like earrings or jewelry.

Attach crochet hearts to gift cards for a personalized touch.

Make thoughtful presents for teachers or your kids’ friends.

Craft special gifts for Mother’s Day, Father’s Day, or Valentine’s Day.

Home Decor

Upsize a mini heart pillow pattern to create a cozy, decorative pillow.

String hearts together into a garland to brighten up your living space.

Add heart motifs to blankets or throws for a lovely accent.

These ideas show just how versatile and meaningful crochet hearts can be, no matter the occasion!

What equipment do I need to crochet a heart?

Here I will talk about all the recommended yarn, hook sizes, and other materials that work best for these patterns. As for the details on each particular section and how to select the right crochet supplies and narrow down your choices, I will link to an appropriate detailed article for each one when you explore the full pattern itself - I hope it helps! 

Yarn Selection  

Yarn weight – sport Yarn (I used Scheepjes Catona) or DK Yarn, worsted yarn for bigger projects

Yarn colours – red, pink, white  

Yarn material – acrylic or cotton are popular choices for amigurumi

Read more here about ‘12-point Checklist to Select the Best Yarn for Amigurumi’ 

Crochet Hook Selection  

Basic cheap metallic hooks to start 

Ergonomic hooks recommended if crocheting for hours – Clover Soft Touch, Etimo Tulip, Furls Crochet Hooks 

Right hook size for yarn size – 3.0mm in the examples below

Read more here about ‘Best Crochet Hook for Amigurumi and 12 ways for Choice Selection’ 

Crochet Tools and Accessories 

Stuffing 

Darning needles 

Read more here about ‘My Crochet Tools and Accessories that are Super Simple to Start With’ 

What do I need to know before crocheting hearts?

Below I have included the techniques needed to crochet all the heart patterns below. They are great even for beginners, involving the 6 basic crochet stitches, magic ring, increases and decreases in stitches. Read on more below for what techniques you need to know before starting, if you have no idea how to do them - go ahead and click through to learn.

Basic Crochet Stitches 

Foundation chain = ch 

Single Crochet = sc 

Half double crochet = hdc 

Double crochet = dc 

Treble crochet = tr  

Slip stitch = sl st  

Read more about 'How to Learn Basic Crochet Stitches step by step for Absolute Beginners - 6 Easy Steps!' 

Magic ring 

Magic circle 

Chain 2 and single crochet  

Read more about '24 Easy Peasy things you need to know about Magic Ring in Crochet' 

Increase Crochet 

Increase crochet stitches in a round 

Increase crochet stitches in a row 

Read more about '15 different detailed Ways on How to Increase in Crochet' 

Decrease Crochet 

Decrease crochet stitches in a round 

Decrease crochet stitches in a row  

Read more about '15 different detailed Ways on How to Decrease in Crochet' 

FLO and BLO 

Working in front loops only  

Working in back loops only  

Read more about 'Front Loop and Back Loop in Crochet - the easy way to know everything' 

Surface Crochet

Surface sc = surface single crochet

holding working yarn behind piece, hook in front of piece, insert hook through piece, yo, pull yarn through piece, proceed to sc

How to make a heart in crochet?

To make a crochet heart, there are a few ways to get it done, using a variety of techniques. You could start off the simplest way in rows, without involving magic ring, then combine flat pieces together to make a pillow. Alternatively you could extend the applique downwards to make into a basket or box, or even try out making the full heart amigurumi with a magic ring and crocheting in rounds.

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How to crochet a heart without a magic ring?

This is the most basic way to crochet a heart and it does not involve crocheting in rounds so there is no magic ring involved. This heart is crocheted in rows back and forth, with increases and decreases at the ends to shape the heart. To do the opposite side, there is some surface crocheting involved as well.

This pattern can also be used to crochet heart motif or even crochet a heart coaster with some adjustment to the size of the yarn used. Go and check out the free pattern over here. 

How to crochet a heart pillow pattern?

To convert from a 2D appliqué to a 3D mini pillow, try out this pattern. It involves making 2 separate flat heart pieces and then crochet the edges together, add stuffing then seal it up. Simple and quick, easy to whip up for Valentine’s Day and you can attach it to a small card with a message inside. See more of this free pattern over here.

How to crochet a 3d heart?

This crochet heart amigurumi pattern, unlike the heart pillow pattern above, involves crocheting in a round right from the beginning. That means that this heart crochet pattern does include a magic ring right at the start and by using some branching techniques, it looks very different at the end! So you could say this is a magic circle crochet heart, as compared to the heart made with rows above! Go ahead and try it here!

How to crochet heart basket?

From the basic heart appliqué pattern above, continue crocheting in a round until you get a considerable height. Then repeat the process with a slightly bigger heart to make as the lid. Then finally add in the colour changes and a ribbon right at the end. This is great as a mini gift box to house a pair of earrings or small jewellery. Or you could size it up and make a bigger version to contain a larger present. See the full free pattern over here.

How to crochet a heart garland?

To make this heart garland pattern, the techniques involved in making the heart continuously is on the chain, without any external sewing at all. Just change up the colours for variety on the garland or bunting. The techniques involved are also totally different from the other heart patterns. You can go ahead and check it out over here. 

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Conclusion of Free Crochet Heart Patterns

Hope you enjoyed the patterns above! All the patterns involved totally different techniques but they mostly work off a basic flat heart pattern. If you want to learn how to crochet other types of Valentine’s Day or love-related mini amigurumis, which are adapted from this basic flat heart pattern, go check out each specific pattern above by clicking through!

There is this base flat heart pattern PDF which is available for download for free right below - go ahead and grab it!

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