#i need to roleplay her and get her to develop

[survivintothrivin]

i really wanna play gwendolyn during the later seasons so bad one day. but right now i couldn't. i have no idea how she'd develop, can you imagine having lived in the apocalypse for 13 fucking years. can you imagine how that would change an individual

[kurithedweeb]

I just learned why Shad hates Irene in canon and knowing what I do now about everyone’s favorite the Matron, I can say with my whole heart,

What the hell, Irene

[foldingfittedsheets]

A friend I had briefly in my teens years was this girl in Arizona. She was a junior when I was a freshman, and as I was socially awkward and very lonely she kind’ve pulled me under her wing for a while. I don’t remember how we met, but I remember riding in her car and meeting her cute miniature Doberman.

But the thing I remember most about this girl was that she loved lying to me. And I had a massive but I acknowledged crush on her so I adored being lied to. Her natural charisma and storytelling was hypnotic.

It’s not what it sounds like because it wasn’t malicious but she came up with this in depth lore to tell me about this fake job she had. I know autistic people are meant to be credulous but I truly never believed her stories, I just adored her storytelling and was very ready to listen to whatever tale she spun that day. Another of her friends chided her once for teasing me but I genuinely never minded.

In her lore she moonlighted as a Professional Liar. People would hire her to get close to a target they wanted rattled. She’d make friends, develop a strong relationship, foster a dependency on her, then disappear. Then when they were confused and missing her sometime when the employer needed their target rattled she’d show back up as a glimpse to knock them off balance. Often it was implied she’d faked her death in the interim.

That itself was fine, it was an okay story. But in order to support that lie she’d make up tons of supporting details that were way more fun. She had this fake boyfriend who got high as balls on a mission and ended up seeing a sheep in a field and carrying it to a farmhouse to try to buy it because he wanted a puppy. I liked that one but suspected she didn’t know how big sheep were.

She’d IM chat with me as this made up boyfriend sometimes; once she had him ask me if I noticed her limping and he told me she’d just lost a toe but was covering for it like a champ. That one was fun.

She told me about something she called “purple charge” which was a way to get instant night vision. I did try looking that one up on the off chance, but was sadly disappointed there.

She said that Professional Liars had such high stakes jobs that they needed a week of insane time where they just partied so hard it was like a Dionysus rave and her IM boyfriend persona implied she’d killed someone during one of those stints.

I had such a fun time with her elaborate fiction that I’d often ask follow up questions and she had to do a lot of world building to keep up with my fascination. We’d get to class and I’d have three or four new questions which I think is why her friend thought her teasing was too far. They genuinely thought I believed her but I was just loving the fiction.

If any of this sounds malicious I’ll also add that when I got harassed on a roleplaying board she went out guns blazing to go after the guy who’d been harassing me. She genuinely enjoyed my company.

I find myself looking back on our friendship very fondly. I can’t remember her last name or have any way of looking her up, but she really was a professional liar to me. The only downside is that I’m completely faceblind so if she ever wanted to pop unexpectedly into my life I’d have no idea it was her.

[jarofstyles]

Cabernet

This can be read as a standalone I think, but! Here is a second part of Merlot! It's spicy and sweet so I hope you guys like it. Unsure if there will be any more parts (I’m open if you guys have more ideas!) but I do love a good dilfrry.

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WC- 4.1k

Warnings- smut, age gap relationship, anal (for those who asked ur welcome!), unprotected sex, cumplay, Dom/sub elements

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Harry was by far the best man she had ever dated. 

Their age gap was evident at times, but not in a bad way. It was rather cute when he had been confused about videos she sent or his own excitement to show her the movies or books he was referencing. The added element of their dynamic was learning from one another. Harry had been teaching her about publishing and helping her flesh out the first draft of her book while she sat in his office some days, helping him out in return by getting him coffee or lunch or an occasional shoulder massage when he got particularly stressed. An unofficial assistant of sorts. 

“I feel like if I have to write the word ‘said’ one more time, my brain is going to explode.” She grumbled, pushing her laptop across the couch and leaning back on it. The leather seat in his office was by far the most comfortable one she had sat on and he happily invited her to come into the office to see him as often as she wanted. It was both practical and selfish on both ends.It was easier to work in a space like this and with the understanding that Harry really did have work he was doing, she focused on her own stuff. A quiet pair of people working in each other’s company. 

Add in the fact that he was the boss man, it made it much easier for her to come and go as she pleased. 

“Mm, sometimes authors get stuck with words in their novels. They’ll have phrases they repeat a few too many times, usually gets called out in editing and fixed. It’s not a bad thing. But with words that are action words like that, there are options. Y’know, depending on the scene and tone. Murmured, muttered, peeped, whispered, whined, moaned, huffed, grumbled. Those sorts of words.” He tapped his pen against the desk as he lifted his eyes to her. 

It didn’t get old. Seeing her pretty face sitting in his office looking the way she did, much more comfortable than the night they’d first met, but still appropriate for an office setting.

Sometimes he did let his mind wander into the roleplay aspect, wondering if she had been his real assistant if he would have made a move. If Y/N was the Y/N he knew now? Probably. Scandalous. 

Today she wore a pair of black flowy pants and a matching turtleneck, but on top she had a chunky knit cardigan that was utterly adorable. It had yellow moons and stars, a deep purple color with sleeves she had to push up so they didn’t hide her hands. His girl leaned into the office aesthetic when she came in so she didn’t stick out too much but with him or when they were at his place or out together, he loved seeing her dressed in her normal clothing. She looked soft, whimsical almost. Like a little fairy. 

“Hm. Good point. I need to write down all the synonyms in my notes app and defer to that because if I’m getting tired of writing it, I know whoever ends up reading it will get tired of seeing it too.” Her lips puffed to blow a strand of hair that had fallen from her bun, brows furrowed as she failed and made her hand ready up to tuck it behind her ear instead. 

Again, cute.

“Not necessarily.” He replied, leaning back in his chair. “We’re our own harshest critics. I doubt they’re paying that much attention to that. The majority of people will be paying attention to world building, character development, plot, sex scenes, all that fun stuff. The exact wording isn’t always the most important thing. But it shows that you care about quality.” He shot her a grin. “So you will be successful.”

“Mmm… and not because I’m fucking the publishing head?” She grinned as she stood up, stretching her arms out. 

“Well. That helps.” He wouldn’t deny it. She had a leg up, but he wouldn’t publish just anything. “If it makes you feel better, I don’t publish shit work. It isn’t worth the reputation of my company. Your writing is genuinely good, my sweet.” He knew the drill by now. Her heeled boots were kicked off by the couch and she made her way over to him, the tiredness starting to hit her as she happily perched herself on his lap. 

“Good to know.” She snorted before pressing a kiss to his scruffy cheek. The facial hair had grown but he was shaping it currently. She promised she’d be okay with whatever he did to it but didn’t want anything to happen to the mustache. That wasn’t allowed to go. “What are you working on? Anything fun?” 

“No, nothing incredibly interesting I’m afraid.” His hand squeezed her hip underneath the cardigan. “I was working on some contracts earlier but every so often I pick up some submissions and read through them myself. This one is very bland, unfortunately. There’s potential, absolutely. Their writing style is lovely, but the plot falls flat and the characters are one dimensional. S’like they chose a specific stereotype and did nothing to differentiate them.” It was unfortunate.” It was a shame he came across all too often.

“It’s obvious this person is trying but they’ve never observed or met someone with these traits. I don’t think you absolutely have to follow the rule ‘write what you know’, but I think a lot of the best works come from drawing from our own experiences. Romance, for them, doesn’t seem to be a passion. They’d do better with mystery with their writing style as it is, but they have to improve on other aspects first.” 

“Is it hard for you to see stuff like that?” She asked curiously, fiddling with the collar of his shirt. “I can tell you’re a little disappointed with it, so I have to wonder if it happens a lot.”

“It does. And it is hard when you see someone with potential not living up to it but I have faith that if we send them some constructive criticism notes that maybe they won’t see it as an attack but as a place of genuine care. I’m going to have someone meet with them I think, give them my notes and have them explain it in nicer terms than the plain ones I used. Maybe they can work on it again and add more and we’d have a best seller.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I can see they care about it in the way they put details in, but it needs more.”

There was something incredibly attractive about listening to him talk about it. It was always attractive to see someone care and talk about their passions; but Harry was on another level. She could see it on his face that he was disappointed and knew the person could do better. While it made it all the more nerve wracking for her own novel, she had him working with her along the way.

He never told her where to go with her story in terms of ideas, but how to improve the mechanics. Reading over bits and telling her to take away a certain detail and add more in other places, or giving suggestions about how things could flow smoother. He’d listened to her storyboard, after showing her the author equivalent of it, and gave his honest feedback from a publisher's point of view and then from a boyfriend’s point of view.

Sometimes it was more obvious that he was the one with miles more life experience in these instances but she couldn’t be upset about it when it only aided in strengthening their relationship. 

“I see.” She looked at the manuscript on the desk with the red pen of doom. “Oof. The red pen is out… and you’ve used it a lot.” 

“Well, there are errors.” He chuffed, kissing her cheek in return. “Did you get enough done?” The word count goal had been 3,000 for today, but he didn’t make it for her. It was all on her. He simply helped keep her accountable.

“I did more. I think… 4.5?” She tilted her head trying to remember. “Now my head feels like soup.” It did feel like mush right now. That was why the laptop was closed and abandoned and she was finding comfort in the man. It was like a reward. 

“That’s ace, my dove. Amazing.” He praised. The pride he felt for her was earned fair and square. She had been applying herself more now than ever. Since their first night together they hadn’t really separated, seeing each other at least a few times a week. Her work ethic was there as she had zeroed in on what she wanted. “Why don’t we finish this up and go back to mine, mm?” 

Harry had been holding off all week. He’d gone a bit rough one night and even though she said she was fine, he wanted to give her body time to relax. As much as he loved sex, he had wanted her body to enjoy it more than anything else. Not be overly swollen and sore the next day. 

Today was going to be the day to break that. A full week of nothing but heated kisses, and she was as needy as needy could get. He felt her perk up at the mention, sitting up straighter in his lap. 

“Please! Let’s go. We can get food on the way home but I think we have some pressing matters to attend to.” She sniffed, standing from him and offering a hand to help him up. “Chop chop. Get a move on, mister.”

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Two rounds in and he knew she could take it. Her poor cunt was a mess and he knew that as pretty as it was all drippy and swollen, she had been aching for him to get a try into her other hole. They’d had a proper discussion about it, and he had effectively been edging her the entire night. Fair? No, but she knew how he rolled. The promised pleasure first, experiments after. Just in case she wanted to stop, she got something out of the night. 

She’d been warming his cock for a bit as he held her in his arms, cooing soft praises about how good of a girl she was, how brave she had been to ask for something new tonight when he felt her get impatient. She didn’t need to say it. He knew her well enough now to understand what she wanted. Pulling his cock out and rubbing the tip against her asshole, pressing against it and spreading the sticky cum over the rim.  “Want me t’fuck this tight little ass too?  Fill you from both ends."

“Wanna try.” She nodded, panting as her cunt contracted and his cum dribbled out of her pussy. “You’re so big I… I dunno if I can take it. Go slow.” Y/N knew she was slightly cock drunk but she also trusted him. He’d made her feel good already, took his time with everything else why wouldn’t she want to test this with him?

“Okay, my sweet. Just relax.” Harry wasn’t nervous, but he was cautious. His girl was precious cargo, and he wanted to make sure it felt as good as it could. He’d done the work of stretching her with his fingers, but it was going to be a challenge to get him in there regardless. He slowly pushed his thick head past the tight rim of her back hole. Watching her face intently, his own contorted with pleasure. "You're doing so good, doll," he encouraged softly. "Just relax and let me in. You can take it."

The pressure was intense, and she hissed out a breath as he slowly pushed more and more of himself into her. His thick head stretched her wide, and he paused, letting her adjust to the new sensation. "Breathe." The reminder was whispered as he realized she was holding her breath, his hand carding through her hair tenderly.

"That's it, baby. You're taking it so well. Always do so good f’me." He praised, his voice low and soothing. He slowly pushed more of himself into her, inch by inch, his thick prick spreading her wide. She could feel every vein, every ridge, as he slowly filled her up.

As he slid deeper, Harry could feel the intense pressure and stretch around his girth. Her tight little hole was gripped tightly around his shaft, the muscles fluttering and contracting as he pushed his way inside. She felt like she was being split in two, her body struggling to accommodate his bigger size- but she was. Slowly but surely, he sunk into her fully.

She had done it. 

“Fuck.” She sobbed out, clinging to him as he got down to the base. Never in her life had she felt so full that way, so stretched. Only Harry could make her feel this way. It wasn’t just the physical feeling, but the emotional one too. She trusted him more than she trusted anyone else. His guidance was priceless.

"You're doing so good, You’ve got it all in. Jus’ gotta let it adjust." he soothed, his voice strained as he fought to keep control. Giving her a moment to adjust, his hands stroking her hair and her cheeks, his thumb brushing away her tears. "You feel so hot around me, doll. So tight. Knew y’would be."

“I wanna be… I want you to feel good.” She whispered, looking at him with wet eyes. “It’s just so big. I’m tryin’ to take it.” It surely wasn't a beginner cock but she wasn’t known for taking the easy way.

"You're doing so well, baby," he reassured her, his hands never leaving her. He slowly pulled out halfway before sinking in again, a little faster this time. "That's it... take me all the way in."

It was the fourth time he did it that she felt the pleasure. Both from the action and the thatch of hair at the base of his cock rubbing against her swollen clit, making her gasp. Her eyes fell shut as she leaned her head back, slowly relaxing into the bed.

He watched her face contorted in pleasure, his heart swelling with pride. "Look at me," he commanded, his voice rough. As she opened her eyes, he began to pick up the pace, his hips pressing against hers. "M’so proud of you. Look at you, taking every bit of me.”

Y/N sent him a blissed out smile as her hand slipped between them, rubbing her own clit slowly as he fucked into her ass. There was nothing rushed about it, nothing frantic, and it felt good just to be. Her muscles relaxed, making it feel even better as his cock filled her hole. Soft moans left her mouth as she curled her other hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down so he was close. “Are they the best holes you’ve had?”

Harry’s face was lax in his own pleasure as he felt her tight ass clench around his cock. “Fuck, baby,” he groaned, his breath hot against her lips. “They are. So fucking tight, so perfect. Can’t compare them t’anything else.” He kept up his steady rhythm, loving how her body moved with his. “You feel so good. Can never get enough of you.” He whispered, brushing a stray hair out of her face before stroking her puffy lip. They were so pretty. Kissing wasn’t something he’d thought much of before, but he hadn’t kissed Y/N. She had changed everything for him. 

“Better than that silly ex wife?” She prodded, watching with a little smirk as she watched him think it over. Y/N had a feeling she was by the way be was acting,  but she wanted to hear it.

"Way better." he grunted, his hips snapping forward. "Little minx, y’just need to ask that, hm? No need to be jealous. She never gets t’have me again. Only y-you." He stuttered as her hand moved around his neck and she squeezed down hard on him. "Her holes were nothing compared to yours, doll. Nothing."

Y/N giggled as she choked him a little bit, watching his eyes widen before pulling. It was obvious that while he was the big man in charge- she could have fun too. “That’s what I like to hear. I’ll tell you a secret, Harry.” Her lips brushed his as she kept the grip on his throat. Her lips were swollen and sensitive, the coarse facial hair brushing it and making her want to moan. “None of the boys my age have ever made me cum. They never fucked my ass. Never fucked me raw. And you did it all.”

"And I'm gonna keep doing it," he rumbled, eyes burning with lust as she kissed him. His hand tightened in her hair, tugging gently and pulling her deeper into the kiss. “You’ve got a man now, no need to think of those boys.You want me t’keep being nice to you? Keep making you cum?”

“If you keep fucking me like this, I do. Want my man to be so, so nice to me.” She gasped as he pushed all the way in, balls rested snug against her ass as he slowly humped into her, the comfort of the fullness making her fingers work harder on her clit. “Gotta- Gotta prove you can keep up with me, old man. That you c-can live up to the hype. I like the bit of silver at your temples but…” Her moan was broken as he pulled out and pushed back in, jostling her. “Gotta prove why older guys are b-better for pretty little things like me.”

"Oh, I'll prove it to you," he growled, picking up pace as he pounded into her tight ass. She had no idea just how badly he’d needed her to walk into his life. Thank god she had. This was everything he had ever wanted. "And right now, you need me to wreck this little hole until you can't walk straight. You need me to show you how a real man handles his woman. I'll give you everything you crave, everything you need. You just have to let go and trust me.” The man had every intention of proving how much better he could be for her than she could ever imagine.

"Fuck, look at this cunt." He muttered, reaching down to spread her dripping pussy apart. "It's absolutely soaked, just dripping down. Love it, hm?” The smugness in his tone would usually make her scowl but there was no denying it. The proof was right there. It was undeniable. “You're so turned on, baby. It's making it easier for me to fuck this tight little ass of yours." The glossy, hard flesh glistened with slick, dripping down onto the bed beneath her. His own cum intermingled with her own, making his movements smoother as he pushed in and out of her, coating her holes with their combined essence.

Her face was a mask of pure ecstasy, her eyes rolled back in her head as she whimpered in pleasure, her hands gripping the sheets beneath her. Her asshole clenching and unclenching around his thick cock with each thrust, trying to milk him for all he was worth. Her body was feeling tingly, her legs trembling as he fucking into her ass, the sound of her arousal and his hips hitting her skin filling the room. She was completely lost in the pleasure, her mind clouded by the overwhelming sensation of being thoroughly fucked.

As she reached the peak of her orgasm, he took over and began rubbing her clit with his own thumb, the sensation sending waves of pleasure cascading through her body. She cried out, her pussy gushing as she came harder than she would have imagined being fucked like this. She was so overwhelmed that she could only hold limply onto his arms as he continued to pound into her, his thick cock stretching her hole as it thrust through the waves of her intense orgasm.

His face contorted, vein bulging in his neck as he struggled to hold back. "You feel too good, baby. I can't... I can't hold back any longer." His heavy balls drew up close to his body, ready to unleash another load inside of her. The feeling of her taut muscles milking him, the way she clung to him with every fiber of her being, it was too much. He was sensitive himself, but he wanted to deliver everything she wanted.

"Please, Harry...Please,come inside me... I wanna feel you fill me up. Want it everywhere." She panted, her voice desperate with need. Half of the fun of sex was seeing him lose that control he so easily held in all other scenarios. She wanted to make him feel just as good as he made her feel. He deserved it.

His restraint shattered at her words.  "Fuck, you're gonna get what you asked for."

With a guttural groan, he buried his face in the crook of her neck and let go, his hot load pulsing into her hole in thick ropes. She felt each ribbon scalding her , marking her as his. "That's it, take it all... That’s m’girl.” He kept cumming, his cock twitching as he filled her. Ribbon after ribbon filled her up until she was overflowing with his load, almost overwhelmingly so. He finally slowed, his chest heaving, before gently pulling out of her ass, his cock glistening with the evidence of their fuck.

With a sense of possessive pride, he watched as his cum began to leak out of her stretched hole, dripping down her thighs. It was satisfying in the filthiest way. Primal and caveman in every sense of the word, he loved knowing that he had done it. He’d taken every one of her holes and made her his in the dirtiest type of way. He gently spread her cheeks apart, admiring the sight of his mark leaking from her. "Look at that... You're so full of me, S’that what you wanted?”

“Mhm.” She smiled, slightly drunk on the orgasm and the fact that he had pushed her further than anyone else had before. it was a good feeling in her body, the beginnings of soreness and the calming heat of his hands as he caressed her the way he wanted. “Exactly what I wanted. Think M’gonna have to keep you around so we can do that again.”

“I’d hope so.” He laughed tiredly, pushing back down to take her mouth for another kiss. “I’m far from finished with you, sweet little thing. But I think I’ve ravaged your body enough. Think you need a bath and some tea, get you ready to sleep.” 

Aftercare wasn’t something she’d experienced in any other relationship either, but she realized now it was probably a Harry exclusive thing. He was phenomenal at it. A lot of things, honestly. He experimented with her responsibly, took care of her after every round of sex, checked in on her, made sure she was eating proper meals, and helped her with her career. She’d lucked out with him. Whatever his ex wife was thinking, she had no clue- but she wasn’t about to waste a single bit of him.

“Do you have chamomile?” She asked softly, pecking his lips in return. 

“What do you take me for? Course I’ve got it.” He scoffed, pinching her chin. “But if I didn’t, I’d find some for you. Know it’s your favorite. Added it to the grocery list, along with your cereal, your rancid battery acid energy drinks, and the sweet and salty popcorn.” 

“It’s good battery acid, I’ll have you know.” She giggled, carding her fingers through his hair. He did have a bit of gray going on the temples but it was sexy. Just hearing how much he cared and put effort into the tiny things made her giddy. 

“Yeah, yeah. We can talk about your poison in the morning. It’s time to get clean and go t’sleep. Tomorrow may be the day you write five thousand words. You never know.”

[notebooks-and-laptops]

"the romances were bad" is kinda true, but I think it's MORE true to say that the game didn't distract enough from the fact that the romances didn't have a lot of content. I've seen plenty of games where the romances havent had a huge amount of special scenes or content; some of the BG3 romances comes to mind, as does DA2. However, I never feel that in those games that the lack of content is glaring because you are ROLEPLAYING and making loads of little decisions that are adding up to a full on character that's personal to YOU. One of my favourite Hawkes romanced Sebastian who has so little content, but I really ran with her character and got to make loads of in character decisions and that naturally spurned a lot of headcanons around the romance that I didn't feel the need to play out in game neccessarily. Hell, Solas kinda falls into this category. You're developing an angry character or a sad character or having fights with character and picking if you do. I think the reason people were disappointed with the Veilguard romances (more than just the fact they were hyped up and didn't live up to the inquisition standard) is that they're basically the only decision you get to make in this game until the very end, and it doesn't actually add a lot. So when people critique them I think it's less 'theyre bad' and more 'i got to make three decisions in this entire game and the romance was one of them and it didn't add much to my playthrough which is otherwise pretty mid and has few distinct ways I can build my character/make my character react to things'

[borathae]

↳ Index [Day 14 - Role Playing]

Pairing: Good Boy!JK + Mommy Dom!Reader

Genre: married life!AU, for the sake of the role play: forbidden love!AU, CEO!Reader, prostitute!Jungkook

Kinks: the trope of subby boy totally enthralled by his Domme, sex worker role play, sugar Mommy roleplay, he calls her both Mistress & Mommy, exhibitionism, handjob & blowjob in the car to the hotel room, he is so whiney and subby and pretty as she does it, orgasm control, cock rings, bondage gear which is also used later on, handjob in the hotel room, temperature play with ice cubes, slight food play, masochist!Jungkook, praise, nipple play, mirror sex, subby boy tears, suit kink (she wears the suit), creampie, passionate sex in Amazon Position with his hands tied to his legs, possessive talk, he is THE subby boy, loving & giggly aftercare, they're so in loVE!!!!

Wordcount: 7.4k

a/n: this is based on these two asks 💛 i love him so much holy fuck the drink feeding part ruined me KFADKSF actually everything about this ruined me, you have no idea. he is quite frankly, my ideal subby boy and i might need to leave this earth to go touch some alien grass or smth

Jungkook was told to wait at the usual spot. He arrived earlier tonight, so he has been pacing, asking himself whether or not you would come. You never stood him up before, but there is a first for everything. 

A few people pass him, paying him no mind. They would look at him weird if they knew what he was wearing under his oversized clothes. It was a dark gray matching set of baggy pants and a baggy t-shirt, hiding bondage gear under it. The harness was black in colour and made of the finest leather. It doesn’t hurt nor pinch, but Jungkook definitely feels it when he moves. 

He checks the time again. You should be here any second now. He feels a little breathless at the aspect. He can’t wait to see you. He knows that someone in his position has no right to feel this way, but he can’t help himself. You always treat him right, making sure that he leaves each session lightheaded. Sometimes Jungkook wonders if he should even feel this way as someone who gets paid to have sex with you, but he does. That’s what he is. Someone whose job is sex. He gets a call or a text telling him to wait here and there with the aspect of having to perform sexual activities for the person contacting him. There are a few he doesn’t answer anymore when they contact him and there are such he wishes they would contact him each night. Quite frankly, you are the only one he has such wishes for. It was purely professional at first, but then your gentle nature and immense sexual talent made him develop feelings for you. When he got the text tonight, Jungkook almost screamed in happiness. 

His excitement grows at the view of your sports car rolling up to him. He tries not, but still ends up bouncing on his tiptoes as he waves at you with a big grin. He can’t help himself. He is so, so excited.

The car you are driving is black and imported from Europe. It stops in front of him and the passenger window rolls down. 

“Hi, how are you?” he greets you cheerfully.

“Good. Get in”, you order, leaning over to unlock the passenger door.

Jungkook gets inside, holding his breath as you reach over his body to get the seatbelt. He squeezes his thighs together, gazing at your face. Your arm brushes against his chest, making his skin feel charged. Your scent so close is making his racing heart flutter.

The seatbelt clicks in place, you fumble with it a little to check its tightness. Once you are happy with it, you place your hand on his thigh, connecting your lips with the side of his neck in a long, sensual kiss. Jungkook sighs, closing his eyes and parting his lips. His fingers instinctively grasp your hand, his hips roll up against nothing.

You end the kiss by sucking a slight mark on his skin, purring happily. 

“I missed your scent this week”, you rasp, inhaling him greedily. 

Jungkook moans, fucking the air again. He already feels lightheaded and it has only been seconds with you. 

“Fuck, that’s what I needed”, you purr and sit up. You abandon his thigh for the sake of grasping his chin gently, forcing his eyes to meet yours. “You look pretty tonight.”

“Thank, thank you” he barely gets out in a croaky whisper, feeling starstruck. 

You give him a faint smile and slip your hand away, gripping the gear stick instead to shift it into the right position. The car drives off smoothly. You keep both hands on the steering wheel until you successfully merged back into traffic, then slip your right onto Jungkook’s thigh. 

He inhales sharply, squirming on the seat. 

“How was your week?” you ask him, rubbing mindless circles into his skin. Jungkook dedicates one more part of his soul to you with each circle.

“Good.”

“Yeah? Had lots of work?” 

“I tried not to book too many.”

“No? Why not?”

“Because I knew you would call. I wanted to save myself.”

You scoff in surprise, “hah.” You tongue your cheek and glance at him briefly. “Tch”, the chuckle starts as a scoff. You turn on the radio and touch his thigh again. “You should be careful with the words you’re saying.”

The music you are playing is laced with the taste of sex. You definitely chose it on purpose.

Jungkook shifts needily, finding it difficult to breathe normally. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologise, sweetheart. I’m not the one who’ll end up crying tonight.”

Jungkook touches your hand. It was so needy in nature, drawing a knowing smirk onto your painted lips. 

You are wearing a suit and tie like always when you pick him up. The suit is grey tonight and you matched a white button up and a dark grey tie with it. The waistcoat is made of the same material as the suit, hugging your curves. You wear your hair in a professional manner and put makeup on. Jungkook is very attracted to you when you look like this. The amount of power and influence you exude makes him want to kiss every footstep you leave. 

You slip your hand to his thigh again. You are currently standing at a red light. There are cars all around you, painting your faces is a mixture of red and white lights. Jungkook spots the sparkles of diamond earrings in the light.

“Are you wearing the harness I told you to wear?” you ask him, rubbing his thigh back and forth. Jungkook tingles each time your hand brushes over his inner thigh.

“Yes, I am.”

“Show me.”

Jungkook glances around himself. You, who feels his hesitation, look at him.

“Go on. What are you waiting for?” you stress him. 

With a fluctuating pulse, Jungkook lifts the shirt over his torso, aware of the cars around you. 

“Mhm, how pretty”, you say dryly. “Good. Hide it again. We don’t want others to see what I pay for.” 

Jungkook makes sure that the shirt is tugged down neatly. His eyes meet yours. You are expecting something from him.

“Well go ahead, will you?”

“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry”, he stammers and lifts his hips to pull down his pants, exposing the fact that he is wearing no briefs. His slightly hardened cock carries a cockring on its base. Glimpses of more gear going down his legs can be seen. 

“There we go. It wasn’t that hard. Get dressed.”

He obeys quickly, sitting back down with a way heavier cock than before. You are already fucking him without having to do anything. Jungkook is so deeply under your spell.

The traffic continues. You drive off, switching lanes after a while. It will take you around ten minutes to get to the hotel. 

You bury your hand in his pants and take a hold of his cock. 

“A-ah”, Jungkook lets out in honest surprise, gripping the edge of the seat as his entire butt lifts off the seat in a needy thrust.

“You know the rules”, you tell him and then no more words leave your lips. 

The only noises are the city around you. Other cars, your own car, the music on the radio. They fill the silence you create. Jungkook helps as well; in breathy gasps and shy whimpers he fills the car together with the slick sound of your hand jerking him off. 

Your eyes are glued to the traffic, you tap your unoccupied hand on the steering wheel to the music. It is as if you were completely unaffected by the situation and you definitely want to give off this vibe. 

Jungkook can’t mirror your state. He is done for. Your hand knows his cock so well, touching him exactly where it feels the best. He goes from soft to rapidly hard from only a few strokes, meeting your touch in needy thrusts.

Truly the contrast is way too delicious. You, completely stoic and calm as you steer through traffic and Jungkook, utterly ruined and panting with shaky legs as he completely forgets that traffic might actually see him. 

You stop at a red light again. Only two more to go before the hotel. You look at him. 

His head is thrown back, his mouth agape and his eyes closed. What a beautifully arousing sight to see. 

You tug his cock out of his pants and use the moment of wait to steal a taste. You sink him in completely, purring around him. 

Jungkook moans. There is no way in hell he would have stayed quiet. Not when you bury him in your tight throat and send vibrations through him with your voice. 

Two more purrs then you slip off, sucking on him hungrily the entire time.

Blop.

You slipped off, licking your lips as you straighten back up. Jungkook whimpers, chasing you with a sloppy cock and throbbing balls. He is leaking so much precum, base stretching out the rubber cockring.

The red light switches. You drive off, playing with his precum by rubbing his cockhead with your thumb. Jungkook is almost louder than the music at this point, head now resting on the spot between the seat and the window and back arched. 

You don’t acknowledge him, steering your car with one hand. You have to switch lanes one more time and then you are already where you need to be. You do so calmly and safely all while your hand closes around his tip again to jerk it. Quickly, as if you were vibrating around him. Jungkook’s legs begin shaking, he drags out his moans, squeezing his eyes shut to the point they crinkle. 

The car rolls to stop again. The red light, the last one before you take the driveway to the hotel. You lean over and sink him back into your mouth, slurping deliciously as you move your tongue as best as possible.

“Mistress!” Jungkook wails, reaching up to twist the seatbelt. His other hand grips the head rest, dimpling it deeply. He is mewling so much, throbbing in your mouth constantly while you messy him with sloppy oral. 

You moan and purr deeply, enjoying every second of his cock, every fucking inch. You swallow him to the base, crying no tears nor feeling the need to gag because you stopped having such reactions years ago because in reality, your lives were flipped once. 

This right here, tonight, is nothing but pretend between a loving married couple. Jungkook has never been a sexworker before nor was he ever paid to have sex with someone. You have no interest in being a CEO nor for you to pay him for sex. In reality, you were once the one he paid after a long day of being CEO until you fell in love and started a life together. One thing however will always be true. Your roles of power. Jungkook will always be your sub while you will always be his Domme. Even in this roleplay tonight. You are both so into it that it feels real. Right now Jungkook is the prostitute who should be used to blowjobs but who is currently losing his control while you are the hungry CEO needy for the taste of her favourite prostitute. You can’t get enough of him, but alas the traffic continues. 

You slip off messily, letting your strings of saliva slap down his cock. You pick them up with your hand, using their slick to jerk off his cock. Jungkook barely wants to stay in his seat, pressing himself into the door wall.

“Mo-ommy ple-please”, he sobs, scrunching his face. He lets out the most devastating noises afterwards, twisting the seatbelt.

You ignore him, ogling the hotel in the near distance. You are so turned on. It’s difficult to drive at this point because of it. Jungkook turns you on so much. His noises are like ecstasy to you. 

“Pl-uh-ease”, he wails and fucks your fist, moaning sweetly as his body shakes against his will. He does it repeatedly, having found the magic spot. 

Your pussy is literally throbbing. If you weren’t so good at pretending that this left you cold, you would already be panting like a dog. 

You roll into the parking garage of the hotel, searching for a parking space while beside you, Jungkook is coming closer and closer to an orgasm. He is squeaking so perfectly, fucking your fist like the neediest bunny ever. 

You find a parking spot, driving into it backwards and with one hand. The motor turns off with a low purr. Jungkook hasn’t noticed that you came to a stop, arching his back from your touch. 

One you retreat now that you are standing. 

“No” Jungkook hits his head against the window and writhes, “I was so close, no please.” 

“We’re here. Get it together.”

Jungkook barely peels his eyes open, looking at you all sniffly and pouty.

You, now gripping the steering wheel with both hands, cock your brow at him.

“What?”

“I, I was close.”

“And?”

He whimpers weakly, “it hurts.”

“How terrible. Don’t worry, we’ve got time. Tell me a little about your day.” 

“What?” he breathes.

“Your cock. It’s way too hard. We’ll stay here till it’s soft again.”

Jungkook mewls, squirming his hips.

“Your day. Tell me about it.”

“I, I thought of you all day.”

“You did?” 

“And all the days before that too. I missed you.”

You haven’t been home for five days for the authenticity of the roleplay. You stayed in this hotel, giving him no calls nor texts. You can’t deny that it didn’t make you want him in more ways than one as well. 

“You missed me?”

“So much. Oh god so much”, he pulls a face of desperation, rolling his hips up, “I’m so hard, oh god.” 

“I can see that. Are you not gonna ask me how my day was?”

“I’m sorry, oh god, oh. Did, did you have a good day?”

“Yes it was good. I had way too many meetings, but I kept getting distracted.”

“Why?”

“I thought of you in all of them although I shouldn’t have.”

“You did?” 

“Mhm, I did.” 

You unbuckle the belt and get on your knees, using your new position to lean over him with one hand on the window. It fogs up from your body heat. He gulps, feeling fragile and weak in your presence.

“Why is that, mhm?” You ask him, studying his flushed face. “I’m merely paying you. It should mean nothing to me and yet...” You trail off, studying his glossy lips. You speak no more thoughts, tracing his lips with your messied thumb. 

Jungkook licks it instinctively, moaning in submission as his big, brown eyes gaze up at you. Every other night, you would be kissing him right now. But not tonight. You sit back and glance at his cock. It has softened a little. Barely, but you are feeling impatient.

“Perfect. You’re good. Get dressed”, you say and leave the car, rounding it in confident steps. 

Jungkook tries to sit up straight, stuffing his cock into his pants. It is very difficult to do because he is still very hard. 

You open the door for him and offer him the hand which, moments ago, was around his cock. 

Jungkook gulps, accepting it so you can help him get out of the car. You are wearing dress shoes because driving in heels would be reckless. Jungkook sees no difference, worshiping you with his big eyes. 

You close the door and lock the car, letting the keys slip into the inner pocket of your suit jacket. 

You take his hand.

“Follow me.” 

He obeys, following you like a good little puppy even if walking with a semi is very difficult. 

Your hotel room is on the twentieth floor. You don’t talk in the elevator, having your back turned to him as you stand right in front of him. Your pinkie fingers are hooked however, letting Jungkook float on cloud nine. He missed you so much this week, despite not being allowed to, and it feels so good to know that you missed him too. That you craved to be close to him as well. Fuck, the lines between professional and unprofessional are so fucking blurry between you and him. 

You step closer to him each time other people enter the elevator, making sure that he is covered from their eyes. He may be walking around with a hard-on but this is still your hard-on to look at. No one else is allowed a glance at it. Not even on accident.

By the time you reach the twentieth floor, Jungkook is leaking into his pants. You take such good care of him. Your overprotective and almost possessive nature makes him want to become your personal little plaything. Seriously, tonight he would be happy living a life in a cage if that is what you think is best for him. You wouldn’t even have to pay him for it. Being close to you, being yours, would already be payment enough for him.

Like always, you booked the biggest suit. Only the best for your favourite prostitute. That’s what you told him when you first led him to your room. Jungkook gazed at it with sparkling eyes back then, not believing his luck. He wasn’t used to such riches and luxury because his other customers take him to motels or fuck him in their cars. You are different. Of course you are. 

“Welcome back, am I right?” you lead him inside with your hand on his lower back.

Jungkook thanks you with a bow of his head, which makes you roll your eyes at him fondly. He is too polite for his own good. 

You were lonely before you met Jungkook. Life as a CEO is busy and hectic and leaves little room for personal relationships. You had influence, you had power and you had money but no one to share it with. No one to spend it on. So you looked for it on dating apps first, but never found what you were looking for. Then one night you stumbled upon the website he was on. It was a website where people could offer their bodies sexually for payment. Back then, you booked him solely from his description. 

Lean, fit male sub with good stamina and expertise. Heterosexual but very open. Dark hair, brown eyes, five inches hard and can keep it up for long. Not opposed to anal. Kinky. Keeps it professional. Payment in cash only.

Maybe you could spend your money on him, you thought back then. You may not find love, but at least your needs will be met.

If only you knew that he would be waiting for you. He with his pretty face and his prettiest eyes, with his cute moans and perfect body, who always has something adorable to tell you and who is so, so polite. He made the loneliness go away and you wanted to spend your every fucking penny on him.

Like always, you lead him to the bed by his hand and sit him down on the foot end of it. Jungkook glances at the ceiling briefly, gulping heavily at the sight of the big ceiling mirror. The indications of what it means makes him shift needily. 

“Sit properly.”

Jungkook straightens his back and presents his hands palms up on his thighs, “sorry.”

“Mhm.” You give him a little smile. “Now that the real fun is going to start, let’s hear our safety rules.”

“The handjob wasn’t part of it yet?”

“Obviously not. Just wanted to examine my product a little.”

Jungkook moans, back slacking in defeat.

“Sit up.”

He shoots up instantly, blinking his eyes shyly.

“Good. Tell me the rules.”

“Green, yellow and red. Snap my fingers three times or hum Happy Birthday. Yes, I want this. Please Mistress, please I really want this.”

“Good. You’re being so obedient tonight. I like this”, you praise and turn your back to him to disappear in the room next door. 

Jungkook waits patiently even if he is a mess. His pants are sticking to his cock. He wants to be with you so much that it hurts not to be. 

You reappear with two flutes of sparkling water. 

“Are you thirsty?” 

“A little.”

You hand him one flute, keeping the second. 

“Thank-” he gets stopped in his endeavour of drinking with two fingers grasping his chin.

“Eyes on me.”

He obeys, struggling with it when seconds later you place the rim of your flute against his lips. You tilt his head back for him, tilting the glass with it. 

“Drink.” 

Jungkook obeys, closing his eyes sensually as you feed him the sparkling water. It tingles on his tongue, wetting his dry throat. He gulps and swallows hungrily, moaning softly. 

You feel so parched, watching him drink from your hands with your lips parted.

“That’s it. Drink”, you rasp, gulping with him. The last few drops roll down his chin messily. The glass is empty. You pull it away and wipe the water from his chin. 

Jungkook flutters his eyes open, keeping them half-lidded as he gazes up at you droopily. His lips are parted, he is breathing heavily.

“How was that?” you ask him with your voice raspy in arousal. 

“Good”, he croaks.

“Sorry that I got you a little messy”, you apologise, rubbing his chin.

“I didn’t mind”, he whispers, gazing at your lips. He wants to kiss you. He hangs on your every word. You fed him water, but in reality, you fed on his soul instead. With each gulp, each cold drop which ran down his throat because of you, he gave you parts of his soul. What a cold, addicting deal you sealed with this act.

“That’s good. Your face is so pretty, it would be a shame if I messied it even more”, you say and straighten up, leaving him to crave something he knows he can’t have. Your sweetened kiss.

You take the flute from his hand and drink from it as you walk to the table to set his empty glass aside. You finished half of it when you return to him, swirling it in your hand casually. You put ice cubes in your water, they clink against the glass as you inspect him.

“Undress.”

Jungkook obeys quickly, sitting down on the bed afterwards. He doesn’t feel uncomfortable being naked in front of you. On the contrary. Being so exposed while you are still in your expensive suit turns him on.

“Shit, you’re so fucking handsome”, you murmur under your breath, licking the rim of the glass mindlessly. 

Jungkook gulps, wishing that he could switch places with the glass. 

“What do you think of the weather lately? It’s been too hot, hasn’t it?” 

Jungkook is a little confused about your sudden need to talk about the weather, but he still nods his head obediently, “yeah, really hot.” 

“Mhm, I agree”, you murmur mindlessly and poke your fingers into your flute of water to fish for an ice cube. You keep it between three fingers and connect it with his neck. 

Jungkook gasps, shivering. His skin is covered in goosebumps instantly, his breath quickens.

“I’ll cool you off a little, yeah?” 

He keens a soft “mh-hm”, nodding his head. It is difficult to keep his eyes open when you make him feel so good. His skin is very sensitive to temperature and you know that. The ice cubes are like cold electricity to him, charging him with so much pleasure that he already wants to cry. He cries easily when he is with you because you always make him feel so good that it’s a little overwhelming.

You guide the ice cube along his collarbones to the other side of his pretty neck. Jungkook follows the touch with shivers running down his back. The ice is actively melting as it touches his skin, leaving behind dripping trails of water. You let them sit on his skin, enjoying the sight of them glistening in the lights. You switch hands because it got too cold for you, using your cooled fingers to grip his chin and tilt his head up.

Jungkook sighs audibly, parting his lips. The ice cube traces the shape of them. He dares not to stick his tongue out, regretting it blissfully when you stuff the small ice cube into his mouth without warning. He mewls and gurgles, curling his tongue to keep the ice inside.

His little struggle makes you chuckle and wipe the water from his lips. He gulps the melted water down, mewling just for you.

“You’re so adorable”, you say and push at his chest.

He falls back, gasping at the impact. His eyes lock with his own reflection instantly, flustering him. He looks to the side.

“Keep your eyes on yourself.”

He obeys even when it flusters him to look at himself like this. Not in a bad way, but in a very arousing way. His hair is messy, his lips so pink from the ice. His neck and collarbones match in colour. Jungkook feels himself reach up instinctively, looking at himself oh so submissively. Look at him. He is such a good sub. Oh god, this is such a turn on.

He is so preoccupied with looking at himself that he doesn’t even notice you crawling on his lap until he feels your weight on him. He tenses up, eyes flitting to you.

You are still dressed, but took off your suit jacket and rolled up your sleeves. The view steals his sanity. You sit right under his cock, making him crave you more than air.

“You’re being such a good boy for me”, you praise him and lift a new ice cube into his vision. “Look at yourself, okay?”

He nods his head, obeying instantly. You connect the cold ice with his neck first, guiding it down to his chest this time around. Each second makes him feel breathless. Watching it pleasure him makes it even harder to bear. It feels so good, reaching its peak when you circle his nipple with it.

“Ah”, Jungkook moans loudly, arching his back into your touch as his fingers grip the sheets and twist.

“Eyes on yourself.”

He obeys, trembling under you.

“Gosh, look at you. Are you already crying?”

“Feels so intense”, he whimpers, barely able to look into his eyes, “Please can I close my eyes? It’s too intense.”

“Of course it is”, you state matter-of-factly and circle his other nipple with it. “You can’t close your eyes.”

“Pleaseeee.”

Jungkook mewls through gritted teeth, arching his back again and twisting the sheets. His cock throbs, leaking on his tummy. His neck is tensed. He is so fucking pretty like this.

“You’re such a pretty man”, you purr, giving his overstimulated nipples a quick break by guiding the almost melted ice cube through his abs. The goosebumps on his skin refuse to leave, the skin around his dark nipples is pink and tender. “So fucking pretty, it’s insane.”

Jungkook closes his eyes. He can’t do it anymore. The praise is too much.

“Hey”, you warn, tugging on his cock once.

Jungkook instantly fucks into your fist, making the neediest noises. The pleasure is so warm and good for two seconds and then burning cold pierces his cockhead as you press the ice cube against it, letting it melt there. In his panic, he opens his eyes, looking at you pleadingly. His noises let you know that this right now hurts in a good way.

“Eyes open. I thought my instructions were easy to follow.”

Jungkook pants and whimpers, writhing under you.

“I know it hurts, but I need you to learn that disobeying me will end in punishments.”

“Please”, he sobs.

“No. No begging. Why did you do it mhm?”

“It, it felt too good. Almost close, I mean, almost ca- cum. Oh god please”, he writhes, throwing his head to the side, “it hurts so much.”

“Well, are you sorry?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m sorry!”

“And are you gonna keep your eyes open?”

“Yes! I’m sorry, I will!”

“Good boy”, you praise, releasing him of his torture by finally opening your fist around his cock. You slip the tiny ice cube between your lips, letting it melt there with a delicious hum. “Mhm, tastes like you.”

Jungkook glances at his cock. The spot where the ice cube was pressed into it is purple from the cold. Of course you spot it as well, rubbing your thumb into it and sending such pleasure through his body that Jungkook almost throws you off from how aggressively his thrusts his hips.

You can handle him, taming his shaky thighs with little struggle until they are pinned under you again. You close the rest of your fingers around his cock to continue where you left off in the car.

Jungkook yelps up in ecstasy, throwing his head back as far as the mattress allows him to. Eye contact with himself is so difficult, but you told him to obey. He can’t disappoint you again. What if you tell him to never come back? What if you stop calling him? He can’t risk any more slip-ups, not when his entire existence is at stake.

Your hand is quick and skilled around his shackled length, forcing his legs to shake under your weight. It feels so good and Jungkook cries as he looks at himself. Not only has it been too long since he last felt your touch and this makes him cry, it is also to view of him which brings tears to his eyes. He is yours right now. Your pretty sub spread out on the sheets while you have your fun with him. He is so happy to be yours. Even if it is only for a few hours.

“I’m yours”, he croaks, feeling your hand falter around his cock.

“What did you just say?”

“I’m yours”, he is looking at himself as he speaks, “I’m yours. I’m only yours.”

“My little star… I’m paying you to be here. You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“No”, he cries tears, “no, I’m yours. Please, I’m yours.”

“No, Jungkook”, you choke out, dropping his cock for the sake of taking his face between your hands. Your face replaces his view, sending tears of worship down his face. He loves you so much and you have no idea that he does. Your eyes are foggy, your pupils dilated. “You have no idea what you’re saying.”

“I do. I’m yours, please Mistress.”

For just a second, your eyes mirrored the deep feelings Jungkook experiences when he is with you. For just a second he had the reassurance that his words are reciprocated. And then you break away from him, leaving his lap.

Jungkook feels too defeated to sit up. He lies in the sheets, crying little tears in the aching realisation that he is nothing but your product right now. You said it yourself. You are paying for him like you would pay for more milk in the store. The view of him would have probably hurt him irreparably when he didn’t suddenly feel your fingers twist the straps on his legs. He lifts his head, meeting your hungry stare.

“Legs up.”

He obeys, bending his knees and resting them on each side of his torso.

“Arms down.”

He obeys, presenting them to you as  you clearly want to make use of the bondage gear. You open the clasps on his calve belts, hooking it in the ring on his wrist ties. Like this, Jungkook is forced to stay in the folded, open position. He feels so exposed and vulnerable like this, wishing for whatever you wanted to do to him.

“Comfortable? Do you like this?” you make sure.

“Yes, so much.”

“How long has it been since you’ve been hard with the cockring on?” you ask him.

“I, I don’t know”, he stutters, barely able to bring his voice over breathy gasps.

“I think it’s time we take it off, don’t you think?”

He doesn’t answer you, but it is okay for you.

“Promise me to be a good boy and hold back, okay?”

He nods his head vigorously, throbbing in your hand.

“That’s what I’m paying you for. Such obedience”, you praise and unbuckle the leather strap around his cock.

You can literally feel his cock throb in relief and how it grows so much harder in your hand. Pearly drops of pleasure leak from him. They are dangerously close to being white. The noises Jungkook makes and the utter bliss on his face lets you know that you aren’t that far off with your assumptions. 

“Look at you. That feels good, doesn’t it?”

“Mhhmhm”, he mewls, nodding his head vigorously.

“Good”, you say and drop his cock, denying him of heaven.

Jungkook keens, writhing as best as his constricted position allows him to.

“Please, oh god please”, he begs, but to no avail.

You step back, falling back into your stern role. You begin undressing. Jungkook tries to watch you as best as the position allows him.

Your vest falls to the ground, your tie is opened, your shirt is unbuttoned and tugged out of your opened slacks within seconds. You pull said slacks down soon after, abandoning them on the floor alongside your panties. You keep the shirt on, climbing onto bed with the tie between your fingers.

“Eyes on yourself.”

Jungkook obeys, barely catching his breath. He wiggles his hands, coming to the blissed realisation that he can’t move them very much.

“You think you know what you’re talking about?” you say to him and bend over him to guide the tie behind his neck.

Jungkook gulps, gazing up at you with a dizzy head. With skilled fingers, you knot the tie and wrap the excess fabric around your hand two times so it sits snug in your tight fist. A makeshift leash to keep him close.

“You think you want to be owned by me? What do you even know about me? I pay for your company, do you truly think you would want to be with me willingly?”

“Yes”, Jungkook breathes, tilting his head closer in devotion.

You tug, helping him with the movement with the tie around his neck. Your eyes are burning in a dark fire. If you could, you would probably devour him with just a look.

“Don’t say promises you can’t keep.”

“Please, I could serve you so well.”

“No you couldn’t. I’m fucking twisted.”

“I’m flexible.”

An honest laugh rips through you. A glimpse of his love shines through the pretend persona you are performing tonight. Jungkook giggles, scrunching his nose.

“Fuck, you stupid noodle you”, you say, shaking your head in disbelief.

Jungkook’s heart flutters unbearably. He loves you so much.

You clear your throat and shake your shoulders to get back into character. 

“Don’t think that I agree with you just because you made me laugh. I’m an asshole. I earn too much money and decide to spend it on obedient boys like you.”

“I don’t care. Please.”

You grind your teeth and darken your eyes. You know that you can’t change his mind. At least not with words. You straighten up and reach between your bodies to take his cock between your fingers. Jungkook’s breath speeds up.

“Eyes on yourself.”

He obeys.

“That’s it. Watch how your face changes when I sink it in”, you order him, slipping down on his cock. You are on your knees as if you were fucking his ass, but instead you are milking his cock in your tight cunt. The movement is the same, forcing Jungkook’s toes to curl in ecstasy.

His eyes go out of focus but stay locked with his own reflection. Your name slips from his lips, carrying proof of how good it feels for him.

“That’s it. Keep looking at yourself. Watch how you look when I fuck you”, you growl, twisting the tie around his neck as you rail him senseless. The position feels incredibly stimulating to you. His cock naturally grinds against your clit and rubs against your g-spot. The power you have in this position and the view of his big body folded into such a tiny shaking mess does the rest. “Watch how it would look to be owned by me. Is that what you want?”

“Yes”, he moans, “yes, yes, yes, yes please, yes.”

“No you don’t. You don’t want to be mine. You don’t want this”, you growl, fucking him harder to the point the bed shakes.

Jungkook rips his mouth open, rolling his ankles and tugging at his restraints. His lids are so heavy that he barley sees out of them. His face is flushed and his nipples erect. The back of your head is in his view as well, just as the shirt punching up on your lower back is. As is the grey tie twisted in your fist and the marks it leaves on his neck. He doesn’t get it. How could he not want to be yours when he has never looked better before? So destroyed, so marked and ruined. So fucked.

Jungkook arches his back as best as possible, getting pinned down instantly with a strong hand on his hip. He throbs inside you, leaking way too much pleasure on your velvety walls. The strength on your grip makes your shirt stick to your muscles visibly. Jungkook goes insane at the view, finding it difficult to look at the mirror. He wants to roll his eyes back and go brain dead. Please.

“I would break you. I would fucking use you up until there is nothing left of you. Don’t you get it? I’m greedy. In every aspect of life. You think being kind made me CEO? No, I take what I want and ruin it in the process.”

Whatever you are saying is only making Jungkook want to be yours more and more. He shows you his devotion with high-pitched moans and tears spilled only for you.

You tug at the tie harshly, forcing his head to lift. Your breath brushes against his lips. Jungkook closes his eyes, chasing your kiss.

“You would hate him in the end”, you whisper.

“So why are you fucking me raw?” he croaks out.

“Fuck”, your hips stutter before picking up a punishing speed, making it difficult for both of you not to orgasm, “we shouldn’t be doing this.”

“Please”, he squeaks, “kiss me.”

“We shouldn’t be…”

“Kiss me.”

“We shouldn’t …”

“Kiss me, please.”

“We…”

Your lips finally touch. You each moan into the other’s mouth instantly, breaking apart together. You drop the tie so you could cradle his face while Jungkook shakes his restraints and fills you with gushes of sticky cum. Your throbbing, tight pussy milks even more out of him, sending him to another planet because there is nothing better to him than sharing a high with you.

Once you come down together, your lower faces are messy from the sloppy tongue kissing you did and your heads are both pounding. The lipstick you once neatly wore is smeared all over your faces.

“Holy fuck”, you croak, dropping your sweaty forehead against his equally as sweaty forehead. You are panting for air, Jungkook is too.

Your pussy keeps his cock warm for now, but it will only be a matter of moments that it slips out on its own.

“Holy fuck, Kookie”, you breathe.

Jungkook whimpers, spilling happy tears with closed eyes and his body floating on the warm afterglow. You never called him like this before. It was filled with so much love. You feel the same for him. Jungkook cries in realisation.

“Why me? I pay you to get fucked by me. It’s nothing but money. How could you possibly love me?”

“Because you’re everything I ever wanted.”

“Fuck”, you twist his hair gently, pressing your forehead closer until your noses are squished slightly, “don’t say that, I might never let you go again.”

“Good. Don’t let me go.”

You chuckle softly, finding enough strength in your ruined body to tilt your head so you could kiss his forehead.

“How about I’ll take you to Hawaii first? All expenses paid.”

“You would do that with me?”

“Of course, my baby star candy.”

Jungkook peels his eyes open, looking up at you.

“Yes, please take me far away from here.”

You give him a smile, Jungkook retorts it.

“End scene”, you say, face morphing into your real expressions.

Jungkook breaks into giggles instantly, squirming under you happily.

“Wow mommy, you made us a-actually be together in the end. I’m so happy, this was so romantic”, he says, spilling tears.

“You’re such a cutie, gosh”, you wipe his tears. “Did you like it? I know you love happy endings.”

“I loved it so much. Oh my god, I’m so happy. This was so much better than I could have ever imagined it to be.”

“Hm”, you chuckle, pecking his lips, “you’re such a cutie, I’m gonna eat you. I would say that this roleplay was a total success. I felt so immersed in the scene with you.”

“Me too. I actually forgot that it was just play. You were so good in your role.”

“What should I say? You were the best.”

“All I did was whine and cry.”

“Exactly, you were the best.”

He giggles shyly, wiggling his arms. You snicker, wiping the messy hair from his face. Your eyes are spilling over in adoration for him. 

“Mommy, can I be untied? I really want to hug you.”

“Of course, Bunny baby.” You say, slipping off of him. You and he are talking as you free him of his gear. “I’m leaking everywhere.”

“Oh no, I’m sorry. I came a lot. I didn’t touch myself this week, just like you told me to.”

“I knew that you wouldn’t, you’re my good Bunny after all. I really fucking missed you this week. I gotta be honest, the handjob in the car was not part of my initial plan.”

“It was so hot, oh my god. I had to work so hard not cum.”

“I could tell, you cutie.” You rub the tender skin where the leather belts lied. “Are you okay? Your skin is a little red where the straps were.”

“I’m okay. I’m not hurting anywhere. Oh my god Mommy, when you put the ice cube on my dick, I actually cried. That hurt so much.”

“Did you like it?”

“So, so much.” He shivers in memory. “I’m shivering just thinking about it.”

You smile, getting off bed to get something to wipe you and him down. He lets you work while he lies in the sheets totally chatty and happy. You listen to him with a content smile on your lips. He always gets chatty after you fucked him right.

“And when you fed me the water, I felt drunk. Please do that again one day, it was such a turn on. The mirror on the ceiling is so hot. Oh god, I can’t believe you picked this room and, and made me look at myself all the time. It was so difficult because it was so hot. Wow, thank you so much for everything.” He sighs, smiling goofily. “I love you so much, Mommy.”

“I love you too, Bunny”, you say and lie down on your side next to him, rubbing his tummy.

He rolls his head to you, grins and flips to his side so he could bury you under him in a strong bear hug. He makes the cutest sound effects, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. You laugh loudly, hugging him back as best as possible.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.”

“You’re such a polite cutie, my Bunny.”

“I’m so happy.”

“I’m happy too.”

“Mhmm”, he kisses your neck and inhales deeply until he can’t anymore. Afterwards he exhales against you, tickling you with it. He lifts his head, giving view to his pretty, glowing face. “Should we get room service and watch a movie?”

“I would love that. Also, this hotel offers a really cool couples spa treatment.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, I read about it and knew I had to tell you once you’re with me again.”

“We have this room till tomorrow right?”

“Yup. Wanna book the treatment?”

“Yes please”, he says and squeaks as he hugs you tighter in another surge of love. “I love staycations with you so much, Mommy love.”

“I love them too, Bunny love.”

[shoutydwarf]

veilguard spoilers !

literally None of these characters are above b tier for me except davrin and that's carried by him being a grey warden that doesn't need me to therapy speak him into being fixed.

sorry to be a toxic origins bro on main but my favorite characters are always the ones that don't recognize me as the player character pressing the buttons. their development isn't contingent on me making choices for them. they have opinions i don't agree with and which i can't change their mind on, a la vivienne/anders. alistair is one of my top companions because he has LINES in the motherfucking SAND. he will be your brother and/or your lover for the entire game but if you don't put his vengeance above your duty to the wardens, he will leave, if not attempt to seize power and force his ends. same for most all other origins and 2 companions (and inquisition to a lesser degree) - A. the option EXISTS to fundamentally piss them off to the degree they will want to kill you, and B. some of them literally WILL try to kill you. that's how roleplaying games are supposed to work. i am supposed to be a person in this world surrounded by other people in this world and i expect it to feel like that. moreso, i know they CAN make it feel like that, because they DID that in all 3 previous games.

there is no way to fail loyalty missions in VG. characters are so lukewarm that the guild of looting, pirating thieves exercises ethical tomb raiding and does monologue you about it. not a single one has any opinion that beckons you to use your brain cells. these characters do not evoke any emotion from me. i could write whole think pieces on why vivienne has the disposition that she does, why she thinks she's right, why i fundamentally disagree with her but still greatly empathize with her and consider her the best option for divine (out of 2 other companions that are just as complex). i have NOTHING to say about the veilguard companions. there is NOTHING to talk about here.

every single one of their villains are entirely one dimensional and unforgivable. THAT is the true disney aspect of the game. loghain, meredith, samson, calpernia, bhelen, branka, the architect, celene and gaspard, even fucking HOWE all have nuances and complexities to them that, even if you still end up at the conclusion that they're awful, you still have some things to think about. there are reasons leading up to their descents into cruelty and madness beyond just "me wanted power :p for fun :p"

this is also part of why davrin is the only memorable character for me; his villain was someone i knew and, frankly, the only interesting one out of the entire lot but only because she had an entire book's worth of setup. harding's was also great but because of the larger issue with zero catharsis for the titans, i have to kick her down several tiers with the rest of Mid Town.

don't get me started on the hardening system and how it can literally only happen to a single companion as a consequence to a single choice in the entire game. and then that 'hardening' actually has no bearing on their loyalty missions or, in neve's case, their romance.

the game does not make me think at all. it is designed to be consumed but not digested. there is nothing beyond the curtains. there is nothing to discuss. there is no nuance, no spice, no complexity, no grey areas. all that exists to talk about here is "i liked this part" and "i didn't like this part".

it is, like too fucking much of modern media, brain rot soup. and it doesn't even taste good.

[katiekatdragon27]

Dandy's World Roleplay servers are so wild and unhinged that it makes me come up with AUs. And yes, it's shinyshrimp. I'm so cringe <333

So, while in the roleplay server, I got into an argument with a Shrimpo as Glisten about not being able to see proper reflections though Glisten's face. Then a Goob showed up (my sibling) and asked if Shrimpo was a vampire. Then they asked if Glisten (me) was a vampire. Then we asked the Goob if he was a vampire, and he turned emo. And then I shared this experience with my friends, and they egged me on to make an AU about it lol.

Glisten: So. Is this the part where we make out, orrr-?? Shrimpo: WHAT??!

Dandy: No cuz it's genius! If they hate each other, that's two less annoying people to deal with! (He underestimated the power of enemies to lovers)

The general plot is Glisten is a monster hunter and Shrimpo is a human turned vampire-werewolf (he has no memory of how that happened btw). Glisten is specifically hired by Dandicus to hunt down and kill Shrimpo. Glisten manages to hunt Shrimpo down, but since Shimpo hasn't been non-human for that long, he puts up a kinda pathetic fight. Glisten puts Shimpo's arrogant ass in place and refuses to kill him so they can fight honorably. Shrimpo takes this personally lol and strives to get better at fighting so he can show up Glisten.

Badabing badaboom, enemies to lovers setup.

Dandy did not see that coming and it pisses him off lol.

Shrimpo: I HATE YOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO- Astro (to himself): WTF is up with this guy?

This was a doodle recommended by an awesome artist in a server I'm in (dunno if they wanna be tagged lol). Astro being a moon moth thing causes Shrimpo to howl at him lol. Also part of the reason Dandy dislikes Shrimpo lol. Also also, Astro is a witch.

Also also also, here's the emo Goob my sibling became when discussing vampires. He unemos when he becomes a weredog lol.

Below is a buncha doodles all about Glisten (and his failing mental health).

TW FOR UNINTENTIONAL S.H. PROCCED WITH CAUTION:

You guys know Wiggle from Bugsnax? You guys know Millie from Helluva Boss? Yeah. They were the main inspos for this design hc lol (the buck teeth part not the insecurity part).

I have this goofy hc that Glisten's og design never intended to give him buck teeth. When being made, the ichor messed up and gave it to him. Learning about this is his first instance of feeling insecure about himself, and he develops the mannerism of covering his mouth when laughing (bc it makes his teeth really obvious lol)

And since Glisten now has buck teeth, that means Shimmer also gets buck teeth! However, her reaction to them was completely different to how her dad reacted to his.

I have this hc that Glisten can't handle backlash that well. With the machine messing up with his face (his teeth), and his general vibe being disliked by many people of the time of Gardenview (prob bc the 90s and very queer-coded kids' character didn't exactly mix well), he feels this crippling pressure to be the "perfect" version of himself.

If he deems you lower than him, your words don't matter. He doesn't care what you think about him

However, if he views you as an equal or higher, any kind of negative opinion said to him will be taken personally, and will either be repressed into self-hatred, or actively worked upon in order to be "better" (which ends up hurting him more depending on the situation.) His need for perfecting also makes him a workaholic when in a spiral, leading him to self-isolate and just kinda hide away from everyone for a couple days, and sometimes injure himself trying to get better on his own (he has a tendency to scratch his arms and face too, only fueling his need for isolation).

He refuses to open the door and get food outside, so ppl will slide him snacks and things under the door. People still care about him, but he'll never them see him cry.

Glisten has such horrid insecurity that he will never let anyone see. However, not everything is bleak for the guy.

Shimmer: Hey Dad! Guess what!? My teeth grew in! Now I look like you! Isn't that cool?!

She was not born with them unlike Glisten. Instead, they grew in near her "10th" birthday. She was very happy to have them. I like to think that seeing Shimmer be so happy to have a very sensitive trait of Glisten and loving every second of it helps him heal a bit of his insecurity.

After all, how can he hate a part of himself that his kid adores?

Kids don't fix everything, but they can aid in healing lol

Have a good one dudes^^

[dobithequack]

Plastic trophy idea.

So as we all know, Trophy's a sore-loser. That was made very clear by some of his actions and... Well-

I don't need to elaborate much on this one.

Me and bevy had an idea, while in an Inanimate Insanity Roblox roleplay game, of trophy not being made of gold, but actually being made of plastic. Like those plastic fake trophies.

Which would elaborate on his own insecurity and more on why is a complete sore-loser. Which would also explain why knife was able to punch, and throw him off the scene with a dodge ball so easily, you'd expect gold to be more heavy than that, but he was easily knocked out.

But if you compare that to a trophy made of plastic, yeah, he would easily get kicked out that easily.

And something I already expect to see is someone say "well, it's cartoon logic, Ofc He would get knocked out. Plus, knife is very strong in the show"

Sure, you could say that, but here's the thing. Baseball. Knife was not able to push off the ice.

Baseballs in real life are... UNBELIEVABLY HEAVY. You do not want to get hit in the face with one of those, the Chances of your nose breaking are 99% IF NOT 100.

No questions asked that a little bit of logic can be applied here.

+ It would have been kinda funny that knife was able to punch someone made of literal gold and not the metal door. (I know it wouldn't make sense for the Story that was going on)

This Headcanon makes a lot of sense for trophy, and his entire character.

And it would add a lot as for why he acts the way he does.

He is insecured for not being an actual gold trophy, so to hide that, he acts like the jock of the group, Like he is an actual trophy, so once he was eliminated and at hotel OJ, he would basically have to deal with the fact that he lost, he is just a plastic trophy, how would he beat inanimate insanity?

But that's when he starts his photography hobby and finds something else to do and enjoys doing :] it's actually quite adorable how the tough and sometimes quite adorable jock finds something very relaxing to do.

I find it really cute that he likes taking pictures. Also, it was... Quite adorable when he kinda softened his tone of voice during a fan's fantastic features episode, when they say that "Box idolized him"

He softened his looks for a second before turning to Angry I mean- no one likes being stared at by someone.

But, It's the way he was starting to like box a bit.

Like an older brother with a lil sib that idolizes him... Wait till he talks to her and she doesn't even know him :[

Honestly, it would be pretty sad actually, if you add this headcanon to the mix, you have this guy thinking that he was actually having some self worth with someone looking up to him, but that turned out to not even be real.

So that could be very heartbreaking to someone, at the end of the day, trophy is a character that I have a Love-hate relationship with, I kinda wish he could have had more development, so I could maybe start liking him a bit more, but this headcanon came to my head and now I can't stop thinking about it.

So maybe I could start paying trophy more attention, idk, he could get some more Attention during the show's return or something, or at least I hope, anyways, hope y'all liked this huge ass thing about "how many insecurities can i fit in this tiny thing."

Thanks for reading!!

[internet1girl]

Chapter 1: Why Him?

Pairing: Johnny Cage x Fem!Reader

Summary: You’re stuck on a mission with your annoying, depraved, immature co-worker…

Word count: 6.3k Warnings/Notices: enemies to lovers, slow burn, named!reader, the events of mk1's story mode have still happened but with a few changes, johnny being annoying, mildish violence, threats of violence (not followed through), reader is rude and mean, a few curse words here and there, flirty johnny, sexual things mentioned but no actual sex is depicted (yet😈)

Next Part

A/N: i’ve been debating on whether to turn this roleplay i’ve been working on in character.ai into an actual fanfiction and my intrigue eventually won me over. this is something that has really developed over these past few months, to the point where i would like to share this to the world. btw this is my first actual fanfiction so if anything is off then bare with. also, i’m not an actual writer, just a chronically online loser that has too much time on their hands lol

An audible groan came from the room as Liu Kang explained the task at hand to everyone present.

There have been strange... borderline supernatural occurrences happening in Outworld as of late. You and Johnny Cage have been chosen to both collect more information on one of these weird happenings, together. You both glare daggers at each other as Liu Kang explains the rest. You were stubborn and Johnny was insufferable, naturally the two of you butted heads. In all seriousness, the two of you never liked each other. You thought Johnny a vapid, arrogant child and he thought you an uptight, boring stick-in-the-mud. He never took anything seriously and you took everything too seriously. Truly, a match made in heaven. Why Liu Kang thought it was a good idea to pair the two of you up for this excursion eluded both of you.

"Really? Her? You couldn't choose someone more up for the task?" Johnny complained, rolling his eyes and not bothering to hide his clear disapproval with your presence in the room.

"Are you serious, Lord Liu Kang? There's no way you think this pompous man-child is up for this mission!" You also complain to Liu Kang, not even attempting to hide the evident disdain in your voice.

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?!" He's scowling now, crossing his arms across his chest. Despite his own reaction, he really wasn't happy to hear that you also didn't like being paired with him. Think of the Maddy Perez "I was gonna say no but why are you saying no" bit. This man's ego was far too inflated.

"It means that you're an arrogant prat, Cage!” You start to point an accusatory finger across the table, in his direction. "Do you need me to dumb myself down so you can understand me?"

His lips thin to reveal gritted teeth, glaring daggers at you in response. "Oh, I'm the arrogant one? Look in the mirror, princess. You've got a hell of an ego yourself."

You and Johnny subsequently began to argue, both thoroughly unhappy that you both were to be paired together for this mission. Insults and accusations flew across the table as your voices gradually increase in volume. Kenshi, Kung Lao, Raiden and all others present could only roll their eyes, silently hoping that this latest back-and-forth would be over soon. This quarrel would've went on longer, had it not been for Liu Kang's interference.

"Alright, ENOUGH you two!!" The fire god's voice was loud and firm as he interrupted you both. He had enough of the constant arguing, it was time to get you two to work together for once in your lives. "I won't stand for this foolishness any longer!" Liu Kang shouted, his cheeks flushing red as rage took ahold of him.

In an instant, you and Johnny ceased your petty squabble. The God of Fire, your superior, has spoken. Simultaneously, you both hung your heads low in shame, muttering apologies under your breaths as you looked down at your feet.

"This is pathetic. You two are supposed to be Earthrealm's champions. Yet here you are fighting like children!” He shook his head in disapproval, the fact that neither you or Johnny would make eye contact with him had his lips pull into a scowl.

He gave the both of you a look of disappointment, like a parent would their misbehaving children. Sighing, he took a deep breath in and a long exhale out, effectively calming him down and clearing his mind. He didn't like to lose himself like that, but by the Gods the two of you were doing his head in.

"Now... l trust that you two will bring back valuable information, yes?" He spoke again, now in a much calmer voice.

"You have my word, Lord Liu Kang. I will not fail you." You nod your head, now actually looking at your mentor. You sit up straighter in your seat as you address him. 

Though, as you pledge your loyalty to Liu Kang, your eyes wander. Out of your peripheral, you aim the filthiest of dirty looks at Johnny, scowling at him as you did so. The mere thought of working alone with this man starts to make your blood pressure rise. If this was some divine form of punishment, then it was effective.

Speaking of, Johnny nodded his head. For as much of a pain in the ass this was, he was not about to fail Liu Kang. He could be an egotistical dick at times, but he did care about Earthrealm... and he especially cared for Liu Kang, the man who changed the arc of his life.

"I'll do my part, don't worry." He responded. But then, under his breath, he muttered: “As much as I hate working with her."

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An hour later, you and Johnny were in a dimly lit, out of the way, shady part of Sun Do. He was sat on a curb, occupied with his phone as he endlessly scrolled through social media. You were leaning against a wall, idly checking your nails for any fractures, dirt or indentations. The two of you were waiting for a contact of Liu Kang's to pick you up and take you to the site of one of those mysterious disturbances, the site of your assigned mission.

This contact should be here at any minute. They'd better hurry up, the both of you were bored out of your minds.

Johnny sighed, loudly and dramatically, as he pushed himself off of the curb. Bored and impatient, he planted his hands on his hips and started to tap his foot on the ground, anything to serve his dull mind with some stimulation.

"Come on, come on. Where the hell's that contact?" He groaned, complaining to you like this delay was your fault. "Liu Kang said they'd be here at this specific time."

"Silence. Your voice is like nails on a chalkboard." Your voice was cold and cutting, as always when you had the misfortune of speaking to him. You didn't even bother to look up at him, why should you?

In response, he snorted.

"Oh, come on. My voice isn't that annoying, is it?" He inquired, a playful smirk on his face as he spoke.

He took a couple steps closer to you. You didn't say anything to him, only giving the man a dirty look and shuffling away from him a bit as he planted himself next to you.

"Don't tell me you're afraid of being close to me, princess." He chuckled, putting extra emphasis on the pet name he always used with you. The fact that you had moved away from him only caused his smirk to grow wider. He just looooved to piss you off, he always did, ever since he first met you. The looks you always give him were priceless in his eyes.

In response, you suck your teeth. Johnny's attempt at getting under your skin was working, much to your dismay.

"Piss off, Cage..."

He snickered. He leaned in a bit closer, close enough so that your shoulders were nearly touching. He was enjoying the way your nose crinkled up as he invaded your personal space.

"What's the matter, sugar? Do I upset you?"

"Ugh, Liu Kang should’ve paired me with somebody more suitable..." You mutter under your breath, thinking out loud. Out of all your fellow champions, you value this pompous prat the least. To this day, you still never understood why he was chosen to defend Earthrealm, to share the honour of such a duty with you and the rest of the boys. Why? Why him?

"Oh yeah? Like who? Kenshi?" He quipped back, looks like you weren't quiet enough.

Johnny chuckled as he leaned in even closer, his eyes fixed on you and you alone. There was something about seeing you so irritated that amused him. Maybe it was the fact that you were pretty and he liked attractive women, maybe it was the fact that he was a prick and he found your irritation funny. Either way, he wasn’t about to stop any time soon.

You jolt to the side as your shoulders touched, turning to scowl at him.

"What? You think I'm gonna bite?" He laughed. The way you react to his presence and touch made his heart beat faster, like some sort of childish adrenaline rush.

"One step closer and you're losing a finger." You bluntly warn him. You were bluffing, of course. You don’t want to stain your clean uniform with blood.

"Oh yeah?" He snickered. Being the fool that he is, he leaned in closer, close enough that the two of you were mere inches apart.

"Do it. I've taken worse from stronger people than you."

Your scowl deepened. This bastard truly had a talent for pissing you off. Faster than he could react, you grabbed his left wrist and spun him around, pinning his left arm behind his back as you roughly shove him against the wall behind. He winced as he made contact with the cold brick, he hadn't expected you to be so quick.

You didn't intend to harm him, although you wouldn’t feel particularly guilty if you did so. No, this was all about sending a message. Leaning in so you can whisper in his ear, you issue the strictest of warnings.

"I am not one to be played with. Liu Kang may have paired me with you for this mission but he said nothing about friendly fire. Try me again and you won’t be so lucky."

Johnny felt slightly embarrassed that he'd underestimated you like this, but he didn’t let it show. His annoyance faded when you leaned in and spoke into his ear, the feeling was replaced by surprise. A tingling sensation ran along his spine as the heat of your breath graced the shell of his ear, it all sent a shiver through his body. His small scowl gave way to a grin.

He liked this.

His eyes snapped shut, faint pink started to blossom on his cheeks. His dick started to chub, the crotch area of his uniform felt tighter by the second. His hips started to slightly rut against the wall, just for any sort of release.

"Hahh... this is kinda hot~”

You ignore his painfully in-character response, your hands push his body harder against the wall as frustration starts to overtake you.

"Do you understand, Cage?"

He groaned, his face pressed against the rough wall as you keep him pinned against it. Even as the well-trained martial artist that he is, he still couldn't free himself from your iron grasp. Johnny really couldn't believe that this was turning him on, he almost didn't want your hands to leave his body. He had to bite his lip to prevent an unwanted moan from slipping out.

"Y-yeah… I understand." His breath hitched in his throat as he tried to remain calm, however hard it may be.

"Good." You hummed back, satisfied to hear that your message of intimidation finally got across to him. Now, hopefully you could focus more on the task at hand and less on fending off this sack of hormones.

You release your grasp on the man, stepping back in order to give him some space to peel himself off of the wall. Luckily for Johnny, the alleyway that the two of you were in was dark enough so that you didn’t notice the bulge in his pants. Gods, you would've probably finished him right there and then if your eyes ventured a little more south.

"Now then, dust yourself off. Liu Kang's contact should be here any minute now."

Johnny did what he was told, brushing his hands over his torso with a grunt. He was careful not to draw any attention to his crotch, he tried to play it cool but his mind was anything but calm right now. You had really riled him up, he could feel his heartbeat in his cock thanks to your stint. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and regain his composure. He adjusted his pants and spoke up, trying to sound as casual as possible. “Yeah… any minute now…”

For a few minutes, a silence hung in the air. You were staring out at the street and he was awkwardly standing around. Johnny didn't like uncomfortable silences, but he also knew didn't really know what to say. Not right now, at least. He was silently praying for this supposed contact of Liu Kang to arrive already, so he doesn't have to go through this mental torture anymore.

Also, the fact that he couldn't take his eyes off of you in that tight uniform wasn’t helping matters at all. The material hugged all the right places, the metal accents adorning you only accentuated your beauty. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of the curves of your breastplate, as well as two other predictable areas. He was trying his hardest not to glance to the side, but it was getting harder and harder to resist the further the silence went on. And also, because he's Johnny Cage, he has no self-control.

Though, out of your peripheral vision, you managed to catch him looking over at you. Such knowledge made you roll your eyes once more. Without looking at him back, you say:

"What are you staring at, Cage?"

Your harsh tone causes him to flinch, as if he was a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. He quickly looked away, trying to play it off as him being distracted by something else.

"N-Nothing. Just... waiting." Johnny meekly responded. He could feel his cheeks turning a faint pink, a sliver of embarrassment made its way through his being.

This irritates you a little more than it should’ve. "Well, why don't you-"

Whatever you had to say was cut off by a mysterious cloaked figure making their way down the alley, towards you and Johnny. He was very well built, at nearly 7 feet tall by looks alone. He was draped from head to toe in a thick brown cloak, a hood was covering his face. Intimidating would be the perfect word to describe this man.

This must be Liu Kang's contact.

"Jonathan ‘Johnny' Cage? Jade Houzuki?" The figure began to speak, much to the surprise of you and Johnny. His voice was deep and course, it sounded almost... inhuman. The sound coming of of his mouth was as rough as sand and as deep as the seas.

You both were a bit startled, both by this cloaked figure's sudden appearance and how it knew both of your names. Johnny specifically was taken aback by the deep and gravely voice of this stranger. It sounded so unnatural, he didn’t like it. He took a few steps towards you, standing closer than usual. Not in a protective way, though. Quite the opposite, in fact.

"That's us. And you are?" Despite his shock, his usual playful demeanour resurfaces as he responds.

The figure put a fist and an open hand together, the same gesture that Liu Kang always does.

"Greetings. My name is Geras. I am an associate of Lord Liu Kang. I have been tasked to take you to the site of the pyramid. Come, your transportation awaits." He bowed as he spoke, showing that he meant no harm.

Geras began to walk out of the alleyway, his large hand beckoning you both. It was clear that he wished for you and Johnny to follow him.

The both of you give each other a look, a shared expression of confusion. It was clear that you two were uneasy, but… if he was an associate of Liu Kang, then he could be trusted... right?

Johnny sighed, and with a cocky air to his stride, began to follow Geras' footsteps.

"Lead the way, my man."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Geras led the two of you to a horse drawn wooden carriage. Both of you entered the vehicle and sat down on the adjacent seats, patiently waiting to take off.

It was actually rather cozy inside. Four small pink lanterns hung in each corner of the ceiling, staving away the darkness from outside and dimly lighting up the interior. The seats were nice and cushioned, surprisingly so. The door in which you and Johnny entered in sported a little window, perfect for gazing out of. 

"Quite a comfy ride we got here, huh?" Johnny said, striking up a conversation with you as the carriage took off. He bounced around a little on the soft cushion of the seat, adjusting himself to sit more comfortably.

The pink light of the lanterns gave the interior a pleasing hue, creating an almost… intimate atmosphere. He was sat on the other side of the carriage, directly across from you. His eyes traveled up and down your body, taking in the sight of you in the low light. Despite the fact that he really didn’t like you as a person, he’d always thought you were attractive.

”Yes... it's rather nice in here." You, just like him, were shifting around in your seat, adjusting yourself in an effort to get comfortable.

Johnny couldn't stop himself from smirking as he continued to "assess" your form. He leaned back against the wall, loudly sighing as he continued to look you up and down.

"You know, I never pegged you for the comfy type. I always just assumed you'd like, I don't know, a really hard chair or something."

You huff lightly at what he has to say. Was he serious?

"Hah, what in the realms do you mean by that?" You look up at him with a raised brow, awaiting an answer.

Johnny chuckled a little as well, a sly look was in his eyes as he explained himself.

"I mean... you seem like the type of person who'd be pretty hardcore about your furniture. I assumed you'd like stuff that was really firm."

You don’t say anything, only rolling your eyes at his remarks before redirecting your attention towards the outside world. This man loved to ramble, and it was more annoying than it was amusing.

"C'mon, don't give me the silent treatment. I know you want to argue back." He teased, sitting up and leaning a little closer to you.

You remained silent, giving Johnny a look of irritation as you slightly lean away from him.

"Aw, are you pouting? That's adorable." He teased, inching a little closer until he was so close that your knees almost touched.

He's so annoying. "Ugh, you’re annoying…”

Johnny laughed, moving even closer to you. There was something so enjoyable about the way you continue to try and keep your distance from him. He liked this kind of attention, even if it was done out of irritation.

"You love it, sugar." He said in a low, nearly sultry tone. He was so close by now that he wouldn't have to raise his voice to a normal volume in order to be heard.

You were pretty quickly growing sick of this man - which, wasn't good for you as you have to spend the next few days with him.

"Geras!" You loudly call out to your new partner, the sudden sound of your voice reverberating around the small confines of the carriage, something that drew a colourful word out of Johnny. "How long 'till we reach the mission site?"

"Jesus, woman. You scared the hell outta me...” He moved away from you, crashing back down into his seat as he started to grumble. He crossed his arms over his chest, sulking like a moody teenager.

Geras, meanwhile, was driving the carriage to the mission site. He was sat outside, coursing the horses along the road as well as keeping a watch out for any bandits or wild animals. That deep voice of his spoke up, muffled through the walls of the carriage.

"Not until sunrise." He was silent for a few seconds before speaking again. "The journey will be long. You two may wish to get some rest."

"S-sunrise?!"

Your eyes widened, the thought of spending a whole night in a tiny, enclosed space with a man you couldn't stand made you audibly groan in displeasure. Feeling defeated, you slump back into your seat, not looking forward to the night ahead.

Johnny couldn't help but grin as he saw the defeated look on your face. You looked so cute when you were pissed off, he loved it. The fact that you made no effort to hide the fact that you hated the idea of being stuck in a small space with him for a whole night made him laugh.

"Oh, don't make that face! I don't mind spending the night alone with you." He teased, winking at you.

"I couldn't think of anything worse..."

Johnny was really enjoying this moment, the idea of spending so much time alone with you actually excited him. This was the first time in... ever that he's had the opportunity to experience such a pleasure. Are you as excited as him~?

"Aw, don't be a stick in the mud. I'm sure this'll be fun! After all, we'll have a lot of time to ourselves..."

You suck your teeth at what Johnny had to say. The way he emphasised that last word made it clear what he was thinking about. You aren’t stupid, you know exactly what his dirty little mouth is implying.

"You're a fucking dog."

Johnny pretended to be hurt by your words, even putting a hand on his heart to dramatically convey his "wounded" state.

"Ohhh, a dog? How dare you, darlin’. You wound me."

He wore an exaggerated pout, although the smirk on his face gave away that he wasn't actually hurt by your remark. He was still getting a kick out of this whole thing. He continues to tease you, his voice dropping and taking on a low, sultry tone.

"You know you don't mean it, sugar~"

This man was really starting to piss you off. Johnny loved to rile you up, and you were too ticked off to realise that all he wanted was a reaction. Slumping against the wall, you start to twirl your long braid around your fingers, fighting to resist the urge to slap the source of your sour mood that sat across from you.

"You know, you look so cute when you're angry." Johnny chuckled, teasingly wagging a finger in your face. He could tell that you want to lash out at him, that's what made this so fun!

His eyes traveled from your face, down and then back up your body, taking in the delicious sight before him. Johnny started to shift around a little in his seat, subtly adjusting his pants as he felt something start to grow down there.

"Whatever..." You laid your body down on the seat below, a slow yawn slipping past your lips. You too shifted around in your seat, now makeshift bed. Though, not for the reasons that Johnny across from you was.

You were so tired, you'd been up all day without a chance for a moments rest. Your exhaustion, and the man across from you in general, left you unable to keep your heavy eyelids open. Geras did say that this journey would be a long one, so why not get some rest?

"I'm going to sleep." You inform Johnny, mentally hoping that he would follow suit and stop fucking pestering you already. "Do not bother me."

Johnny rolled his eyes. He leaned back, resting his arms behind his head as he watched you make yourself comfortable. He was actually fairly tired himself, but he didn't want to let you know that. He really just wanted to keep teasing you, to see that pretty face of yours curl up in disdain.

"Hmph. And what if I do?"

"Then it’ll be your last mistake." You casually threaten him whilst your eyes close. The mental image of Johnny being up all night and having no one to talk to actually made a small smile sprout on your face. How ever would he cope?

"You should rest. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow."

Johnny, however, laughs at your words, not in the least bit taken aback by your thinly veiled threat. He wasn't stupid, he knew that you would probably hurt him for real if he kept bothering you. Gods know that it wouldn’t be the first time you did, either. But, a part of him was also tempted to stay up all night, just to spite you.

He leaned his head back against the wall, raking his eyes over your body one more time. A yawn escaped him, fatigue was starting to sink its claws into him. Some rest really didn't sound half bad.

"Hmph...fine."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

It's now the peak of the night. 

The carriage continues its journey toward the location that the disturbance was said to originate from. The interior is now significantly darker, intensified by the late hour. Faint illumination emanated from the four small lanterns that hung in the ceiling corners.

Having long departed Sun Do, the world outside has been submerged in a profound silence, Outworld was plunged in darkness. Along with the distant noises of animals, only the muffled sound of the carriage wheels rolling across the ground disrupted the quiet of the night.

Despite the small and cramped conditions, you’ve made yourself comfortable, you're now fast asleep. Johnny, however, is awake. He was unable to fall unconscious, all the tossing and turning in his seat no longer helped. He was bored out of his mind, there wasn't much else to do besides sit here and wait.

He glanced over at you, a sly smile spread across his face as an idea formed in his head. He knew that he should let you sleep, but the idea of getting under your skin again was simply too tempting to resist. You were so cute when you were pissed off, could you blame him?

"Jaaade… Jaaade… wake up..."

Despite his pestering, you remain fast asleep, lightly storing to add to it. Johnny, however, doesn't give up. He chuckled at your quiet snoring, finding you endearing in this state. A part of him actually wanted to leave you be, but the more he looked at your sleeping face, the more he wanted to bother you.

"Come on, princess… I know you're awake..." He leaned in close. He spoke into your ear, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fortunately for Johnny and unfortunately for you, this did the trick. Waking up, you let out a yawn whilst slowly pushing yourself off of your seat. Your voice was groggy and your speech was slow as you speak to him.

"Joh.... Johnny? Are we... there yet?"

He chuckles at the sight of you waking up, the tired and sleepy look on your face made you look even more adorable in his eyes, if possible.

"No, not yet, darlin'. We've still got a ways to go."

Wait, what? The news that you haven't yet arrived at the mission site caused you to wake up a bit more. If you weren't there, why did Johnny wake you up? Did something happen? Did bandits attack? Is Geras alright?

You dart up, still in a half-awake state but becoming increasingly paranoid. Your voice was rapid as you spoke at Johnny, your mind starting to go a million miles a minute.

"...So why did you wake me up if we aren't there?! Is everything alright? Are we-“

The sound of him laughing cut you off. Your alarmed and paranoid state was so damn funny to him. Seeing you get so worked up over nothing was just too entertaining.

"Calm down, sugar, everything's fine! I was just bored and wanted someone to talk to." He smiled, enjoying the view of you darting up. Your eyes were so wide, you looked like you were ready to pop a vein.

Is he fucking serious? "Are... are you fucking serious?"

Johnny's smile just widened at your outraged response. He loved when you got like this, it meant that he was getting under your beautiful skin. 

"I'm dead serious, darlin'. I got bored and thought to myself, let me wake the sleeping beauty up so that I have someone to talk to."

The revelation that he woke you up not because you were being attacked, but because he was merely bored, really pissed you off. This bastard had purposely disturbed your rest no good reason. The panic coursing through your being quickly shifted to anger, bordering on rage.

"You woke me up because you're... bored?!"

Johnny chuckled, he shamelessly enjoyed seeing you like this. The fact that he had the power to drive you up the wall with such a stupid reason was entertaining, to say the least.

"Yep, I'm bored. And I had no one to talk to, aside from Geras outside, and he doesn’t seem like he’s a very good conversation partner..." He smirked, watching you closely.

You were now fully awake. The sudden onslaught of panic and anger had snapped you out of your sleepy state. You were giving Johnny the darkest of glares as you held yourself up off your seat by your arms, a nasty scowl on your lips.

Johnny grinned in contrast, knowing that he had successfully annoyed you again. That death glare aimed solely at him was exactly the response he'd been looking for.

"Aw, don't look at me like that, darlin’! Come on, ain't you bored too?"

"By the Gods..." You take a deep breath in and a long exhale out, pinching the bridge of your nose as you restrain yourself from outright attacking this man there and then.

"Come on, can you blame me? We've been in this cramped ass carriage for hours now. I know you’re also bored.” He chuckled again as he leaned back against his seat, stretching his limbs out slightly.

"Johnny-"

He knew that you were holding back from physically attacking him, and that you were probably thinking of a billion ways to kill him. Johnny knew he was annoying and that he pissed you off, that was the fun in it.

"What's wrong, sugar? Cat got your tongue?" Like the ass that he is, he still continued to push you. He leaned in, his face now mere inches from yours.

Opening your eyes to see Johnny's face inches away from your own wasn't a welcome surprise. Grumbling, you roughly shove him backwards, using his own face to push his body away from you. He crashed back down on his seat with a loud: "Oof!"

After the initial shock of you shoving him wore off, he started to rub his chin and chuckle, the mild sting on his face not really bothering him.

"Damn, you got quite the strong arm, don't you, darlin'?"

"Just go back to sleep, Cage..." You mutter as you lay back down, trying your hardest to fall back asleep.

Johnny sighed, leaned back against the wall of the carriage and propping his feet up on the adjacent seat to him, the spot besides your head. "Well..."

"Do you even have a favourite colour, Jade?"

He looked at you curiously, his eyes on your facial features. As much as he revelled in getting on your nerves, a part of him genuinely wanted to hold a conversation with you.

"...Why do you ask?" You reopened your eyes, your anger gave way to confusion, intrigue.

Johnny shrugged, keeping his eyes on you as you lay there, looking up at him. "I don't know, I'm just curious. Can't a guy have a normal conversation with the woman who's stuck with him for the entire night?"

"Hm..." You lie there, pondering his question. Maybe, just maybe, if you answer him then he’ll leave you alone for the rest of the night.

"...l am rather partial to green."

Johnny smiled in response, this time genuinely. Of course, you would pick the colour that you mostly wore, it made perfect sense.

"Green, huh? Me too." His tone was jovial, but still slightly teasing.

"Is that why you wear it so much? 'Cause you know it suits you?"

You don't say anything, a light scoff escaping you is your response instead.

An awkward silence hung in the air for a bit. Realising that you wouldn't get back to sleep anytime soon, and realising that Johnny wouldn't let up in bothering you talking to you, you sit up and take in a deep breath, sighing slowly as you regain more of yourself.

"You like green, too?"

Johnny was admittedly a little surprised that you’d actually started to talk to him. He was honestly expecting you to dismiss him or refuse to speak, like you always do. Nonetheless, he still answers your question without missing a beat.

"Yeah, I do...guess that's another thing we share in common then, darlin'." He chuckles, his smile never fading. You were a tough nut to crack, but maybe he could get you to loosen up a little more.

"Guess so." A tiny smile appears on your face.

Johnny’s smile widened. For the first time in a long time, you two were starting to have an actual, normal and proper conversation, not just a petty argument. He found himself enjoying this a lot more than he thought he would. He looked you over again. Your tired, yet still rather attractive appearance still intrigued him. He couldn't help but say something.

"You know, you still look cute even when you're sleep deprived."

You chuckle. Johnny's flirting surprisingly makes you laugh instead of getting on your nerves.

And that's when you take a good look at him. The dim pink lighting above actually complemented his features rather well. His cheekbones were well defined, his jawline strong and his smile was bright. Moving downwards, the way his uniform hugged his broad form made a warm feeling make its way through your stomach. Your face softened ever since slightly. As annoying as he was, Johnny is still a very handsome man. Slowly, you were starting to see this.

You start to, ever so slightly, warm up to him. Well, maybe the atmosphere the two of you were in was having some sort of effect on your psyche. Either way, what was commencing was doing so.

"Must you flirt with every single woman you come across?" You tilt your head to the side slightly, a playful look in your narrowing eyes.

"No, I only do it to the beautiful ones." He let out a soft laugh, his face still wore a smile but his voice was much more sultry than before, something very intentional. Though not obvious, he liked how you chuckled at his words. You looked... weirdly beautiful when you smiled, this was such a rare sight to see.

"Like Kitana? I've noticed how you speak to her."

"Oh, Kitana..." He laughed again and craned his neck to look out of the window for a bit. His smile shifted into a sly smirk as he looked back at you. "...Maybe a little." The smirk on his face grew. It sounds almost as if he was thinking about something that he and he alone was aware of.

"And what if Kitana and I were… friends of sorts?"

You chuckle again, somewhat amused by his revelation. The implication of his words didn't elude you, of course he'd be hooking up with somebody in Outworld.

”Then Sindel would have your head."

He shrugged, not at all bothered by that very true fact. "That's a risk I'm willing to take... for Kitana, at least."

Johnny paused for a moment and looked at you again, his smirk widened as he next spoke.

"Jealous, are you?"

You roll your eyes, your usual feelings of Johnny Cage irritation starting to bubble back up again. "Please..."

The smirk on his face grew more sly. In his eyes, you were trying to act unbothered by the whole situation. He believed that deep down, he knew of your true feelings.

"Aw, come on darlin'. Don't lie to me now. I can see it in your eyes. You're jealous that I'm hitting on a gorgeous girl like Kitana." He winked, continuing to tease you.

"Hah, whatever helps you sleep at night." You start to shift in your seat a little. Not because what Johnny was saying was true, which it wasn't, but because you were starting to grow a little uncomfortable.

This just amused Johnny more. In his eyes, you were starting to get flustered. The knowledge that him and the princess were FWB clearly got to you, he thought. It was all a little game to him.

"Aw, don't worry, princess. Your secret's safe with me. I know you're feeling a tad jealous that I'm into Kitana." He leaned in closer to you, his voice just a whisper.

“By the Gods, you're annoying..." Your head falls into your hand, your fingers pressing into your forehead.

Aww, you was trying to cover up the jealously that was inside you, how cute! There's nothing to be ashamed about.

"And you're adorable when you're jealous like this." He leaned forward, even closer to you.

You again push Johnny away from you by his face, but this time noticeably lighter. Wow, he really was making progress! A yawn slips out of you, you go ahead and lay back down in your seat, shifting around a bit in a bid to get comfortable.

“…I’m going back to sleep. You should, too." You look at Johnny one last time before closing your eyes. "And don’t bother me this time."

Johnny couldn't resist rolling his eyes in response to your warning, but that smirk never faded. He leaned back in his seat and placed his arms behind his head. He silently watched you lay down and start to drift back to the dream world. Only the Elder Gods know what his lewd mind was thinking about at that moment.

"Night, darlin'..."

A/N: thank you for reading!! the actual roleplay isn’t anywhere near done yet, i have so many plans for johnny and jade 😝 i can’t wait to lay them all out with you all <33

[ancientgoddessofegypt]

The Dark Feminines Domain : Mama Saturns Roleplay As The Masculine.

So a lot of people don't know this but Saturn's energy is really more feminine than it is masculine. Why do I say that?

Lets start with the symbolism of capricorn being the sea goat, having its head above water while its tail is still below the sea.

This means they are capable of balancing their watery emotions with the world and being able to come back up form the water and fulfill its fate by climbing up the mountain. It is as if they are everything at once, and nothing at all.

They are given the strength to keep going, even when it feels like it should stop.

While yes, their energy could be a bit heavy at times, it is a force of transmutation to say the least. Giving their all into something while being brought up with nothing is a story that a lot of saturn dominant individuals know all to well.

Having to fend for themselves and survive in a world that told them they wouldn't be anything. Having to learn the ins and the outs of their bodies, their emotions, their mind, their worries, what spooks them, so early on in their life.. and by the time they get older to truly be on their own they have already mastered the arts of their emotions and the human psyche long before their peers.

There is a theory that they are old souls but in truth they just learned quicker than others and sometimes it wasn't suppose to be that way, it just happened. They became the older sibling, the caretaker, the provider, the one who has it all at a younger age than most because that emotional state was harder for their caretakers, the authorative figures, the people that were suppose to have their back at their developing age so they learned how to pick themselves up before they fell again and again and again.

Why I say this placement is more connected to the divine feminine because her force is so powerful you would think it is masculine energy. But there is still a softness and admirable effect that it has that most never truly know what is beyond the surface. Masculine energy is in your face, this one not really.

The powerful feminine energy that saturnians carry is one that is mystique in its own right.

They are capable of holding their own while also feeling the need to be helped. They do not express this side enough but they shouldn't worry, there is someone ready to help them with all that baggage. They do not need to carry it alone.

Mama's saturn is the one that teaches us to flow in this long journey that we embark in.

It is a special energy because once you understand her, you will know that it is her magic that is teaching you the game so that you can grow and master your sense of self.

So that anyone that walks in your path won't be able to say they have also walked in your shoes.

Because it takes two to tango and it was only you and your soul in the end of the journey.

How bout' it.

Blessings <3

[shadowgast-recs-weekly]

Shadowblumendrei Rec List

This week, we're going with wizard polycules! Here are nine fics that feature Caleb/Essek/Astrid/Eadwulf in some form - some a little cute, a lot that are at least a little angsty, and a good amount of hotness besides. Check them out beneath the cut, and comment and kudos if you like them!

amongst the things left unforgiven by nonwal (63958, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Discussions of suicide; panic attacks

Astrid and Eadwulf keep showing up on Essek's doorstep. Complicated wizard flirting ensues.

Reccer says: The character voices are magnificent and I love the way the relationships are developed. All of them keep trying to out-twisty each other and it's good.

in the light of long-dead things by Anonymous (3426, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: Panic Attack

Astrid needs to stop gasping. If she doesn’t, they will be caught, and it will be Wulf who will be beaten instead of her. Wulf who will spend the week alone in the tower, half-frozen with cold. “What – what are you talking about? Who is Caleb?”

Reccer says: Astrid rarely gets comfort in fic, but this was soft and heartbreaking and a great look at what lies beneath the surface

fledgling pledges by Anonymous (3100, Teen) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

an attempt is made to court the former Shadowhand of the Kryn Dynasty

Reccer says: great fun bits of cultural misunderstanding!

the best of you (belongs to me) by quothhh (2525, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Werewolf sex/knotting

ssek returns home smelling of someone else. Astrid and Eadwulf fix it. Set in an au where the scourgers are werewolves and Bren never broke.

Reccer says: Extremely hot werewolf smut. Enjoy!

The Four of Us Are Dying by Defiler_Wyrm (6892, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent, Extremely Dubious Consent

After dinner and too many drinks, Wulf and Astrid invite Caleb and Essek to their bed. They quickly come to regret it

Reccer says: The turn in feelings and vibe part way through is amazing! All the messy feelings are so well portrayed

of the animal saving me by quanshi (burningdarkfire) (2727, General) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Caleb gets a new cat. It took Wulf a full two weeks longer to catch on than he wanted to admit.

Reccer says: Great fun and fluffy

tell me about despair by hanap (10411, Mature) Reccer's Content Notes: Choose Not to Warn

In which the new Archmage of Civil Influence, her sole annex, the former Shadowhand of the Kryn Dynasty, and a weary transmutation professor at Soltryce Academy knit themselves back together, hand in unlovable hand.

Reccer says: This is what I love about the ship- all these damaged people tearing at each other then learning to love again? Yes plz

i'll meet judgement by the hounds by necromanticomedy (yelenavasilyevna) (6553, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: Dubcon/Consensual Non Consent

A casual dinner party somehow turns into an 'insane psychosexual foursome'

Reccer says: I think the 'sex that is astrid holding essek at knifepoint and they're both fully dressed' and 'eadwulf being submissive the way a guard dog is submissive' tags sum up why I love this fic so much. They're all a bit fucked up in the best kind of ways

fill me up (don't break my heart) by SandSunSiliceousOoze (7974, Explicit) Reccer's Content Notes: No Content Notes

Essek asks Caleb about fisting. Caleb is more than happy to demonstrate, with Astrid and Wulf as teachers

Reccer says: I love the teacher roleplay with Caleb as the enthusiastic demonstration subject, as well as the amazing dynamic between all of them

Aeor is for Lovers is an 18+ Shadowgast Discord server. The above fanfic recommendations were pulled from our community for this weekly event. All fics, unless otherwise specified, will primarily feature Shadowgast. Have any questions about what this is? Check out the FAQ! Next week, we’ll be back with Hallmark/Romcom Vibes!

[paintedonmyteeth]

Looking for Roleplayers ᯓ ⁺₊ ♱ .ᐟ

Hello hello, name’s Dead (19, she/her) and I’m looking to get back into roleplaying and find some new rp partners interested in building plots and creating character dynamics and development! It’s been some time since I’ve gotten in to doing some lengthy or rping with plots and I may be a little rusty so please bear with me :)) With this in mind here’s some other things you need to know about me…

Status: Closed

݁ᛪ༙ — My writing switches between semi-literate to literate depending how motivated I am to write with or go along with the plotting, I usually try to write one thick chunk or maybe two paragraphs to avoid writing any one-liners. I will also try my best to mirror my writing to my partners.

݁ᛪ༙ — I have a life outside of tumblr and discord, so please bear with me with my slow responses! With this in mind, I’m more active between Mondays and Fridays as well as weekends. Not to mention timezones are also funky. You may @ me after 4-5 days if I happen to forget about the rp but please don’t spam me.

݁ᛪ༙ — I’m all for platonic plotting between characters as well as adding romance, when it comes to pairings I’m more comfortable writing MLM as nearly all of my OCs are male, (I am open into trying MLNB though!) since writing female characters aren’t really my strong suit. I am a-okay adding any dead-dove or NSFW elements in our rps (though I much prefer them to be side-plot things rather than the main topic that’s driving the story forward).

݁ᛪ༙ — I also rp in a few fandoms and can play a few canon characters. I’m on board for writing canon x canon ships, but I will NOT be doing any oc x canon pairings or double-ups.

And speaking of fandoms, here’s a list of them that I write for:

ִ ࣪𖤐 Percy Jackson (I’m still getting back to reading the books so no spoilers please! I haven’t tried writing for canon characters either so I’m more open to rp with ocs)

ִ ࣪𖤐 Little Nightmares

ִ ࣪𖤐 Outlast

ִ ࣪𖤐 Pirates of the Caribbean

ִ ࣪𖤐 Miss Peregrine’s Home for Peculiar Children

ִ ࣪𖤐 Homicipher

ִ ࣪𖤐 Genshin Impact

ִ ࣪𖤐 Venom (Marvel movies)

݁ᛪ༙ — Besides fandoms I also have a handful of other ocs unrelated to them I’m more than open to use as well! I can’t remember nor do I have a lot of fandoms I used write for but I’m more than comfortable in using my ocs for rping and plotting things with them. If I happen to find other fandoms I enjoy I might add them to the list! On that note, plotting with ocs in fandomless rps is something I’m more interested with creating plots that are action/adventure, crime, or horror oriented roleplays. I’m MORE than open to plot any roleplays with AUs!

݁ᛪ༙ — Another important thing to add, ageless or minor accs under 18 DNI, I’m not comfortable with interacting with younger people! If you are requesting for any creepy/weird tropes or you’re being an asshole in general, I will block you and end the discussion from there.

݁ᛪ༙ — Lastly, if you disappear on me without a word for more than a month, I will assume you’re no longer interested in the roleplay and I will leave the DM from there.

If anyone’s interested in rping and building a plot with me feel free to drop your discord tag or interact with this post! :)

[ampreh]

[TRF] Norma

Birthday gift for my dear friend @nalak-bel who owns @1940s-onceler ♥

• The Rust Factory - Norma II (<- BONUSES, illustrations in color) I don't always get the chance to do big works, but when I can, I do! I'm happy to develop The Rust Factory's universe a little more in their golden years (1940-1950 and after…). Even though we obviously only show small Lorax-related moments (hello, other story version safely tucked away in our files), I thought it was nice to reveal a little more about Coal (@chimneycoal-yuntzler) and Nathan's (@1940s-onceler) private life.

It was time to show a little Normaler!!! I love the idea of having a Norma in The Rust Factory. I love the idea of having a chubby Norma because she's so cute like that in the movie! It couldn't be any other way and I'm personally very much looking forward to seeing her again in the rp, if Nathan manages to reconnect with her. It'll give me a chance to draw Norma more often.

Originally, this scene in the TRF roleplay took place during their bath; but I wasn't going to draw two naked people… … not here. There are children.

Ahem.

Anyway. That explains why Nathan dives his head into the fountain one moment: he's supposed to immerse himself completely in his bath! I think that's a pretty funny annecdote. That, and the fact that even in his bath, Nathan Cole is still enjoying a big end-of-day cigar, having amassed a few thousand dollars in the process. Coal isn't the type to be jealous of the private life Nathan had before her; in fact, she has a permanent form of admiration for him. He represents the perfect American dream for her: a country boy who came from nothing and made his fortune through sheer will and hard work. And even if she sometimes needs to stop flattering his over-inflated ego, she knows she'll always be a solid shoulder for him to lean on and confide his doubts. Especially when he's being melodramatic, RIGHT? What a baby. I love him.

The cover image is a sketch I started… a year ago? Almost?

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Relaxation & Revelations

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Warning- age gap/taboo relationship

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Y/N liked playing house with Harry.

It was a real problem, actually.

Her own apartment rarely saw her as she had been spending a lot of her time with her lover at his large, fancy and now mostly empty house. Y/N had helped Lia move in with her girlfriend, albeit a little bit fast in her opinion, she wasn’t one to judge. She was quite literally banging her father. All she could do was be supportive.

It was a weird mixed feeling in her chest. On one hand, she saw how fucked up it was. How she was betraying her trust, how she understood how it would disturb her if she had done the same- though no offense to her own, but she was safe in that aspect. It was not the best person to choose to fuck around with, but this aspect may be worse.

Falling in love with your best friend’s father is arguably worse.

Y/N knew it was going to blow up in her face at some point, but ever the optimist, she had decided to try and look at the positives and understand that whenever it came out, she would need to deal with the repercussions like an adult. Take whatever reaction there was and deal with it. It would be valid, regardless.

One of the mixed things was that Lia had caught on  about Harry seeing someone. She had wrinkled her nose and told Y/N that she had seen scratch marks on his back with no way he could cause them when she’d went to swim, that he had a hickey (that she had no idea Y/N had sucked onto his skin), and he had been noticeably happier. She had talked about how miserable he had been after the divorce, how for years he had hovered a bit because Lia had been his one focus, but she as glad that he was giving her space to breathe as an adult who was now out of college and supporting from a healthy distance.

“Y’know, I’m just happy he’s smiling again. He was whistling last time I came into his home office, ordering flowers. It’s gross because he’s my dad but cute because he deserves a second chance at love. Just like you!”

Y/N had felt both happy and guilty after that conversation.

Since moving out, Y/N had a steady drawer building in his closet. Her hair ties in a drawer in his bathroom. His room was their safe space considering Harry had built boundaries with Lia about it being his personal space when she got older, needing a room that wasn’t overrun with her stuff and a private place to breathe- just as he promised to stay out of her room. Y/N was free to lounge about his room without a care, use his giant marble bathroom to bathe and giggle with her bath bombs while Harry finished up work calls.

It was a nice little housewife roleplay. One Y/N realized could potentially be a reality if she played her cards right. Harry seemed to be just as into her, but she was still worried. He spoiled the shit out of her with his affection and newly, gifts, but she was always watching to make sure she didn’t overstep.

At some point they needed to have the dreaded ‘what are we’ talk, but right now? She really couldn’t risk messing it up. She was too happy, too comfortable with their slowly developing dynamic.

Sitting in the jacuzzi tub, the bubbles moved about as the jets massaged her back, a book in her hand as she enjoyed her bath. Harry’s bathroom was stupidly gorgeous. It had exquisite white and gray marble walls and floor, adding a touch of elegance to the room. The tub was surrounded by marble steps leading up to it, making getting in and out of the tub easy and safe, the depth of the tub something she hadn’t seen before.

The bathroom also had separate Mr & Missus sinks, each with their own marble countertops and elegant faucets. The Mr sink held a darker marble countertop, while the Missus sink had a lighter, veiny marble countertop. The sink was separated by a wide vanity mirror with those circular light bulbs to give the best possible lighting- though it was a tiny bit unforgiving, she could admit. No one needed to see pores that well. Underneath the vanities included cabinets and shelves for towels and other bathroom essentials- built in, Harry had provided. Made just for this particular bathroom, the black paint shiny and unscuffed.

The bathroom’s large shower with frosted glass entry doors also had a built-in bench. She could sit in the fucking shower! And… do other things. Harry liked that part and had shown her just how useful it could be.The space was complete with touches like gold-accented fixtures, eucalyptus hanging from the shower, monogrammed plushy white towels that probably cost more than her entire room at home, and a cozy, fluffy bathrobe hanging on the door- and he had sneakily brought one for her, too. The thought made her flustered. Harry was a very detail oriented person, and the things he could remember were slightly unsettling. He’d remembered her brand of face wash after seeing it once. One time!

Relaxing here had been a welcome part to her day after her shift. Being on her feet hadn’t done her well today, especially after being berated by entitled customers who thought that the prices were too high- as if Y/N herself made them. Being able to come here and crumble into Harry’s arms, have him wipe her pouty tears and promise her a meal after he finished his work for the day had made it significantly better.

“What’s the pretty girl reading?”

Y/N jumped, almost dropping the book into the foamy water as her heart pounded in her chest. She had been distracted and lost in thought, not hearing him enter in the slightest. “Fuck! You scared the shit out of me.” She squeaked, placing the narrowly saved book down on one of the steps outside the tub, her hand resting over her thundering heart.

“I wasn’t exactly quiet.” Harry laughed, that crooked grin making her want to sink down further into the bubbles. It was unfair that a man could be that devastatingly attractive. “Tripped over one of your shoes.”

Y/N pursed her lips together as she looked up at the ceiling, pretending she knew nothing about said shoe. “I dunno who’s shoe that could have been. Surely it wasn't mine!” Harry had warned her about it prior. Her two true bad habits were leaving her fake eyelashes on his nightstand- which he had once mistaken for a spider and squeaked, making Y/N laugh so hard she snorted- and leaving shoes in the middle of the room.

“Mm… I know I don’t own pink, fuzzy sandals.” He shot her a look. “”But I’ll forgive the discretion for a kiss.” Leaning over the foamy, rose and vanilla scented bathwater, he tilted her chin up and pressed his lips on to her own. The man took a seat on the side of the tub, Plaid trousers paired with a white button up that had the sleeves rolled up. His forearms looked particularly delicious, the vein she usually drooled over showing as he used his arm to hold himself up. Glasses sat in his hair, the reading pair not needed for seeing her face.

“Everything okay?” She chirped, looking at his tired eyes. Harry worked hard, despite having moved a lot of his days to work at home. He preferred it. As charming as he was, he was a homebody, a slight introvert. His work was better when he could stay home and focus.

“Mhm. Now it is.” He let out a sigh, taking one of her dampened hands in his own as he played with her fingers. “Had a long day of calls. Sort of takes the wind out of me. What was it you said- need to charge my what battery?” His eyes squinted as he tried to remember what she had told him a few weeks ago.

“Social battery?” An empathetic smile was given when he nodded. “I understand that. Mine too. We both have tomorrow off, though… So if you can stand seeing my mug for another day, we can sit and watch that show you wanted��.” Even after a few months of this developing arrangement? Relationship? She felt a little nervous to invite herself to stay over.

Obviously, Harry did not feel the same. His face lit up at the suggestion, shaking his head at her self-dig. “I always want t’see your face.” He said seriously. “So pretty. My favorite one.” Leaning over, he playfully pinched her cheek to make her smile. “I think that’s a lovely idea. Don't really want to see anyone but you anyways.”

It was a little scary how quickly that had become true. Y/N had become his person very fast and it had happened without his permission.

It was easy with her. Once that tiny hint of awkwardness at the beginning where they didn’t know how to navigate the new development had fallen away, he found himself indulging in her. Spending more time than just the sex they had initially had. There was no way he could just simply fuck her and leave- even though he’s had to in the past- considering he’d always cared about her on at the very least, a human level. It had them planning nights away, Harry renting a hotel room for them for a night here or there, texting each other daily, even just to chat. She’s been so supportive and kind and he was fucked.

Her beaming grin nearly knocked the wind out of him, warm cheek leaning into his hand at his response. He could feel the smile against it, how she was flushed-  from more than just from the bath. Harry had that effect on her, had her smiling and blushing and he wanted to make her giggle all over again.

He always wanted to make the woman happy. More than he wanted to make her cum- and that was a fucking lot. This was a potential problem, sure, but he wasn’t about to give her up. He knew the risks that it was taking. Greatly upsetting his daughter, ruining a friendship, hurting his own relationship with her- but he just liked her so, so much.

——-

Y/N was older than Lia by 2 years, having started uni later because she wanted to work for a bit and save up some money for when she went. The girls had clicked immediately when they’d met in their third year. The first time she and Harry met, she had been polite. Sweet. Complimenting his car as she approached it with Lia, looking in interest and offering to help them both carry up her stuff into their apartment. Harry had found them both a good place and Y/N had offered to pay rent to him- but he gave her a very discounted rate. She had said she wasn’t comfortable accepting a free place which he could understand, but she was in uni. He’d feel like shit pocketing any of the money. So instead he had simply used the money to help buy them furniture when it broke, get them meals when it was a special occasion, putting it back into them.

He had seen her quite a few other times after the first meeting. She had begun to pop up all around, coming home with Lia on a break or a long weekend, going on their boat in that first summer, hanging around the house when Harry had worked more at the office. She’d become a fixture for a while. He’d enjoyed their conversations, her energy refreshing and sweet- but he hadn’t had any sort of feelings for her. Y/N had just been a kind girl that he appreciated talking to and being a good influence on his daughter. She’s been beautiful the entire time, sure. But there had been something those few months ago that had just made it all snap into place.

Last summer they hadn’t come over in a long while. Their last year of school had been hard on both of them, and he understood that they hadn’t wanted to take the trips back up to see him as often. He’d sent groceries and care packages for both of them, knowing that he had more than enough money. Y/N didn’t ask, but had become close with his daughter and had her straightened out a little bit. He wanted to treat her as well. The man had turned a blind eye to the credit card charges for clubs and bars because she had been on a straightened path for a while and her grades had improved.

Harry loved his daughter with his entire heart, but he knew that she had been a bit of a difficult friend for Y/N for a while. She had dragged her into things and made her play mother hen quite a few times. Sure, he knew she liked to have a good time out but there had been a period of time where he had gotten a few phone calls from a frantic Y/N asking if he could track Lia’s phone, or if he could see if she used the Uber account. Most of the time she had run off with a guy or girl and Harry had been apologetic those few times when Y/N had been the one to go off and find her. After the 3rd time, Harry had properly told Lia off and scolded her, letting her know that she was lucky to have a friend who cared as much for her as Y/N had and if she continued she would more than likely lose her for her own selfish actions.

Since then she had calmed- for the most part.

Having an empty home now, with Lia now moved in with her girlfriend, would have crushed Harry if it hadn’t been for Y/N. It had been different when she was at school, but knowing she left and didn’t necessarily want to come back except to visit had hurt his heart. He’d been lonely for a while, with the divorce and his daughter going away to school, but he had always counted on her coming back and staying for a while.

The man had a decent arrangement of friends, but only a few people he trusted. He was truly a homebody and kept a very tight knit inner circle, but it hadn’t been the same as having someone with him. Within arms reach. Someone who could lounge around in the living room while he worked and a face to greet him in the kitchen when he came out at lunch to grab a snack. He loved Mitch, but he knew he wouldn’t want to sit in his kitchen and make him a snack just out of the goodness of his heart like Y/N had been doing.

He also knew Mitch was going to be a bit shocked at the revelation of who he had been spending his time with lately as he sat at the bar with him- but he hadn’t expected him to choke on his beer, coughing up a storm as he grabbed at a napkin. His friend was usually calm, cool and collected, someone he thought would never be phased. Turns out, he had been wrong.

“You’ve been seeing who?” He asked once his throat was clear and his nose didn’t burn from the uptick of beer that had gone right up it.

“Y/N.” Harry said, blinking right back at him.

“As in, Y/N your daughter’s best friend? That one? Her old roommate?” He was speaking lowly and monotone, but he knew his friend. He knew he was absolutely shocked.

“Yes, her. Listen, I know it’s not ideal but it just… it happened. And I came to tell you because I’m so fucking happy but equally as terrified. Lia is going to be so upset and I don’t want that to happen, but things are getting deeper with Y/N and I finally-” he was interrupted by his friend cutting him off.

“Yes, Harry. Lia is more than likely going to be upset that her father and best friend are involved. It’s a natural thing. I’m positive she would never expect that.” He stressed. “It will be normal for her to be upset. I’d more than count on it.”

“Gee, thanks for the support.” Harry muttered, raising his glass to the words.

“No. I’m not saying that you shouldn’t be happy, H. I’m saying you need to expect that. It’s the reality of the situation. Y/N and Lia are not going to be the same but you need to ask if that’s a risk you’re willing to take.” His face softened a little bit seeing the anxiety written clearly on Harry’s features. It had been so long since he had that little light in his eyes again, and no one would want to ruin it. But he had to be a good friend. “Listen… I want you to be happy, Harry. We all do. But you need to wait and see if this is what you truly want. Don’t jump into telling her yet. In other instances I’d say honesty is the best but… If this doesn't last, if you start to get cold feet, you don’t want to cause an upheaval for no reason.”

Mitch didn’t want to doom the relationship- even though he sort of suspected he had having some sort of midlife crisis, he won’t mention it- but he wanted Harry to think and not get ahead of himself. “Have you guys talked about it yet?”

Harry squirmed slightly in discomfort, eyes falling to the glass of amber liquid in his hands. They hadn’t. It was a lot of reading between the lines. A lot of going off of emotions. He had real feelings, but what if she didn’t? What if this was just a fun fling for her? She was a twenty-something year old. Did she want to settle down? He wasn’t in a rush, but he didn’t have time for games anymore. He was grown. Did Y/N want something serious?

It had progressed over time. At first, it was a bit of dirty, naughty fun. He liked her a lot as a person and the sex had been hot and tickled a taboo part of his fantasies, but it had grown. Evolved. She stayed with him half the week, she slept in his bed, curled up in his arms as she listened to him read the news on the phone in the morning. She made him coffee and brought it to him in his office, sat in his lap while he scrolled through emails. It had gotten to the point where they didn’t even have sex every day. They’d kiss, cuddle, they’d chat, but it felt a lot like a relationship. One he had always wanted when he was younger. Far from innocent, but pure in its own form.

They needed to discuss the emotional aspects of it, but he was scared. Terrified, even, to bring it up and potentially ruin or disturb the lovely routine and vibe they had now. He didn’t want to scare her away, but Mitch was right.

He needed to know if this was real.

[coffeegnomee]

ok yo if anyone wants good kab lore, that convo with zam on her stream "lifesteal SMP is Hell..." around 1:27:00 and then her musings after. Like.

I think I'm finally hearing the difference between kab's straight acting dramatic lines that don't mean anything except to say the specific mentality of the character at this specific moment in time.

versus the more natural and vulnerable and real emotions that drive this server forward.

She throws in an "i'm acting" line to chat, but then qualifies it that when something really upsets her she's "a) silent or b) not streaming".

And she pretends she wasn't but homegirl is silent a lot this stream. And then verbally processing what went on, trying to understand herself and her place on the server.

She doesn't really have a character, like the character is just kab s1 of her lifesteal journey. She’s yt kab coming in as a hotshot. She's overt about playing a character "acting" but the character is just herself, so it gets really confusing when she's like "i'm acting"

We haven't hit eclipse, we haven't become solar union, farmer, wormhole, pirate, joker, druidZam. Characters that take one one aspect or another of Zam.

Like s3 was princezam. Team awesome was 'princezam doesn't try to be the hero'. Then he left them, and all the previous seasons coalesced together into how he approached the server, who he trusted, who he reached out to. And Kab is in that early stage.

"Most people don't act like this in real life, most people wouldn’t do any of the things that zam is doing, or bacon is doing, or anyone"

She hits a real moment of struggle where her past skills aren't as useful, perhaps not good enough at all, and she hits some real despair there. It's great.

And then to round out that emotional pain, Bacon comes in after and encourages her, then Zam returns and encourages her. Not leaving her lost and confused but helping her understand the server more. It's a great stream in full.

She’s feeling the effects of mcrp, and starting to realize how much it affects this server. These aren't mcyt's running around, they're mcrp lifestealers and that means something completely new.

rp hides real intentions but it also allows you to do whatever you want for dramatic effect. And bc it’s roleplay and not acting, it means you become that role and live as if it’s real. It’s not scripting and voicelines and getting the proper emotion across, a character taken up and cast off in a moment. It’s becoming the role. Which means acting not in line with what you would do as a real person in your real life.

But like wow. That stream got to me. There's real empathy there for the difficulty that is her life in particular on lifesteal, being someone who goes on a server to be on a team in order to betray the team for content. To be told that your thoughts about someone were wrong from their own mouth, and rather assertively at that, and then told from the same person, very practically, that you are too weak to not rely on someone else and effectively that you should never betray bc that would be very dangerous for yourself.

But what do you do when you betray in order to feel safe and secure that you are in control and can get out first before they hurt you?

What do you do when you need the security of a perfect plan in order to feel safe and not scared, on a server that is unscripted and will devour your perfect plan in an instant?

Like that is a Lot. That’s deep. That’s world view changing. That’s character development.

This is nothing like consequences. It's off-the-cuff reactive lore. Not planned. Just felt. It's huge.