#if i had the money for it though i'd straight up be willing to give these to people n friends

[systelon]

lookie what i got in the mail

[songmingisthighs]

Whatcha Gonna Do About It ?

group : ateez

pairing : brat!wooyoung × milf!reader

genre : smut

wc : 3.3 k

tw : mdni, explicit smut, age difference (legal ofc), unprotected sex (std ew), wooyoung being annoying, reader in her mid-to-late 30s, wooyoung calling reader mommy, masturbation (m), wooyoung in some sort of a sub space ? but like... brat, slapping like.. twice?, creampie

a/n : requested by anon and part of my milf deal with @luvt0kki !! >:D

buy me coffee ?

Warm sun, cold drink, the soft murmur of people by the pool of the country club, sometimes you appreciate your husband for moments like this.

Well, ex-husband.

While you made peace with the fact that your marriage ended years before, the divorce still brought a bitter taste in your mouth. Years spent with that asshole and he had the gall to come to you with the bimbo who couldn't even spell the word 'homewrecker' without writing it with a crayon, asking for you to help him raise the baby as the girl was willing to get paid to let go of maternal responsibilities and instead get paid to go to beauty school. Served you right for letting your parents set you with him when you were still so young just for the money. Safe to say you got the penthouse, the luxury and the community while he got the bill and the 19-year-old high school dropout with a baby on the way. Not even your son who idolized his father wants to have anything to do with his father and while your ex said it was just him being a 12-year-old, you knew better. So while your ex had to redo his whole life and regain his credibility, you were left simmering in unresolved anger and frustration. Though by the poolside, in your ridiculously expensive bikini that you bought just to piss your ex off, you found the experience rather pleasant.

"Well, well, well, look who we have here,"

Speaking of children.

Barely giving him a glance, you took a sip of your mojito and adjusted your sunglasses, "Hello, Wooyoung," you greeted half-heartedly.

Jung Wooyoung is someone you want to avoid when you're at the club. He's a notorious tease and a player and everyone knows it but has no means to stop him due to his influential family. He treats girls his age like a plaything so when he started to get close to you a couple months ago when your divorce was finalized, you didn't bat an eye. Maybe he was just bored, maybe he wanted to rile you up, or maybe he wanted to see how many demographics his good looks can affect because while he's relentless and annoying, he's VERY easy on the eyes and smooth with his words. No wonder there was a long line of broken hearts that seemed to always trail behind him.

"Surprised to see you here today," he sat himself down on your pool chaise, right next to your hip, "I heard you went to the Komodo Island for healing. And to think you'd just stick with your husband if you wanted to be close to something dangerous and cold-blooded," he smirked. While his jab at your ex amused you, you tried your best to not show any reaction by taking another sip of your drink before shrugging, "I went there to see the construction of the villa I invested in. Why? Thought you could get me to give you free access?" "Well," he pursed his lips and turned his body towards you, allowing you to trail your (thankfully sunglass-covered) eyes on the smooth expanse of his chest and watch droplets of water race down his skin, "I'd love a free access, but not to your villa. If you get what I mean," he coyly stated.

You could feel your cheeks warm up but having had enough you stood up straight and got your face close to him (much to his delight). "Okay, little boy, you think you can play with the sad divorcee? Is that it? You think someone like you can do more damage to someone like me?" You jabbed a finger at his tanned chest that now that you were so close to him, you could see how delicious it looked, "You're nothing, boy. You're just a tease with a big mouth," you hissed.

Much to your surprise, he was looking at you with such intrigue and when you looked into his eyes, you noticed the slight teasing glint in them that made you swallow a lump in your throat.

"You think I'm all talk?" He chuckled condescendingly as his hand suddenly found your shin. The touch was electrifying and it sent a sharp tingle up your spine which you found delightful as much as you had to admit. Your heart started beating harshly against your ribcage when said hand trailed upwards slowly, brushing against your inner thigh before it jumped to the hand on his chest, gently wrapping his larger palm around your hand. How can veins be hot? What are you, a mosquito?

"You think I just have a big mouth?" he teased again with voice at a lower register that drew you into a hazed state until he brought your palm to his lips, kissing the skin around your pulse point to the pads of your fingers, "Don't you know that it's good to have a big mouth?" Your eyes widened and your mouth involuntarily let out a gasp when he shoved your index and middle finger into his mouth. His mouth was warm and you could feel his tongue circling your digits which sent your core clenching and leaking arousal, suddenly imagining the muscle somewhere... Lower.

"You've been treated so bad, so I want to treat you right. But you seem to think that all I want to do is use you once and that hurt me..." He leaned close abruptly, sending you reeling to an almost lying position had it not for one of your elbows supporting your weight, "Mommy."

The name triggered something in you and as if on instinct, the hand that was in his grasp slipped away and grabbed at his throat, pressing on his jugular as you pushed him slightly away. "Did you just fucking call me 'mommy'?" you growled, glaring at him.

Wooyoung had always considered you hot and sexy but seeing you like this at a proximity this close, made his cock twitch and hands itching to pull the flimsy ties by your hips. "Yeah, whatcha gonna do about it?"

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Everything was a blur, you didn't know what exactly happened but you somehow managed to pull Wooyoung into a private cabana without getting seen (or at least you hoped no one saw) after what he had just done and in a blink of an eye, you found yourself i your current position.

"Aww, I thought you said you weren't just all talk," you pouted at Wooyoung mockingly.

Scowling, Wooyoung moved his hand faster on his cock, trying to get himself off in front of you while you stood on your knees on the daybed in front of him, an unamused look on your face. "I am," he hissed from annoyance and stimulation mixed with frustration because though he was getting some relief, it was not from you and you were just standing there as if mocking him with your presence. Seeing him in such a state, clear annoyance with an obvious blush that betrayed his demeanour somehow made you feel powerful, confident, beyond sexy. Even with your husband, whenever either of you initiated sex, the feeling was never this... thrilling. "So? You just can't cum? You're all talk and so pathetic, Wooyoung. How are you supposed to fuck me like you said you would, like you said I deserved when you can't even do it to yourself?" you scoffed, rolling your eyes which made Wooyoung let out a sharp exhale.

You had to admit, you liked the sight of Wooyoung stark naked with his knees slightly bent and legs spread wide. Seeing from the way your eyes fell from his own gaze to his twitching cock, and the way you bite your bottom lip, Wooyoung was aware that you liked what you saw and it made his back arch as if to make a big showcase of his pleasure. Your pussy was practically drenched seeing the hot twenty-four-year-old trying so hard to please himself to please you what with beads of sweat and remnants of pool water that slowly seeped into the cushions underneath him. He was glowing. You couldn't believe that a guy like him wanted you to the point of throwing himself at you like an idiot.

"Mommy, come on," he moaned, dropping his chest back, "I'm touching myself to you so the least you can do is pop those pretty titties out to help me cum because now that I have you in front of me, I need it, I need it bad," he whined, trying to inch his body closer to yours only for you to drop your hands on his knees, securing his position. Wooyoung halted his movements when he saw your tits dangling in front of him, the flimsy fabric couldn't hide your hardened nipples and the sight of them bouncing and jiggling at the slightest movements made his eyes widen and mouth drool.

Despite his Neanderthal-like vocabulary and crass expression, you felt flattered and as weird as it is, you found a unique charm in that. "You think you deserve to see my tits, boy?" you smirked, crawling closer to him until you sat yourself on the tops of his knees with legs caging his comfortably. Wooyoung's eyes automatically dropped lower to the space between your legs, taking note of the dark patch that had formed and smirked, happy that you were turned on seeing him put on a show for you. Slowly, he started stroking himself again, this time putting more pressure in his grip, "Of course, I do, mommy. If you let me suck one of them, I'll even pound your pussy to next Thursday," he smugly said.

Scoffing, you pulled one side of your bikini top, revealing your left tit to him and his jaw comically dropped. You could see from his eyes the way his pupils followed the movement hungrily as if being hypnotized and you couldn't help but laugh at him mockingly, "Oh my God, are you that affected by the sight of breasts? What are you, a virgin?" You taunted. Wooyoung's eyebrows furrowed and his lips pouted as his eyes darted to glare straight at yours, "How can I be a virgin? You've seen girls I slept with," he huffed with cheeks tinted slightly red. "Well you sure are acting like you've never seen a woman's naked body before which is so sad," you faked a pout before moving to reveal your other tit to him. You saw his chest shake as a rumble passed his throat and his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed his saliva. "Fuck, you're so hot," he whined, trying to reach for your body only to have you slap his hands away with a hiss, "Did I tell you that you could touch me without permission?"

Dissatisfied, Wooyoung whined loudly and was about to protest when he felt something tweaking his cock. "What?" you smirked, letting your finger tweak his tip again which caused him to choke on his breath a little. "Pathetic," you spat after clicking your tongue, expressing disappointment as you grabbed him from the base and squeezed.

He didn't know why, he didn't know how, but the combination of your treatment on him got him cumming on your hand. Your eyes twinkled with intrigue as you watched spurts of white liquid spray from his tip, hitting your exposed tits as his back arched with a slight tremble and his head thrown back. For once, you appreciated the sound he made; a whimpered moan that sounded slightly muffled as if he was holding himself back by keeping his lips tightly sealed. "Now, now, don't hold back on me," you teased, pinching the tip harshly. His thighs tensed from the sudden stimulation as his jaw slackened letting the voice he had held back finally out. You were not sure what but maybe it was the reality that you were being physically intimate with a man a lot younger than you or the possibility of getting caught by passerby separated by the tent because Wooyoung was being loud or a mixture of both, but you felt a pleasant chill ran down your spine straight to your aching cunt.

In his haze, Wooyoung barely noticed you crawling up and situated yourself on his lap, your heated but unfortunately still covered core pressed on his flaccid cock. Wooyoung's eyes rolled into his head when he felt you starting to roll your hips on him. The anticipation had eaten away through him and the barest minimum of contact made him almost nut right at that moment. But with sheer will, he pushed through and decided to enjoy himself first.

"You don't know how long I've been waiting for this," Wooyoung grunted as he felt his dick coming back to life almost instantaneously, "Fuck, I want to make my mommy feel good," he moaned shakily when he felt the wet patch on your bikini bottom rub against him, giving him friction from the friction and warmth. You couldn't deny the fact that hearing someone as young as Wooyoung lusting after you made you so aroused that you were practically clenching at nothing which was stupid because his cock was there and it wouldn't take much for him to get fully hard again. Even if he wasn't fully hard, you were sure that you could get him inside you without any issue. Why were you torturing yourself instead of torturing the guy under you?

At that point, you had had enough of messing around, you wanted him in you and you wanted him right then and there. Wooyoung's eyes followed your every movement like a predator watching its prey which was ironic since you hold the reigns. When you pulled on one of the strings of your bikini bottom, Wooyoung couldn't help but think of it like a present being opened because the moment your bare pussy came to view, he accidentally let a word slip past him. "Want," he whimpered with eyes still glued on your pussy like an idiot. You had to bite your bottom lip to prevent yourself from saying something snarky because frankly, you were enjoying the attention. "Yeah? You want mommy's pussy, baby?" you teased, returning to rubbing yourself on Wooyoung.

With each movement, the fabric of your bikini bottom ruffled which allowed your bare cunt to make direct contact with Wooyoung's bare cock. The feeling and built-up expectation seemed to be too much for Wooyoung as his back arched and eyes rolled back into his head. You had to admit that you had never seen a prettier sight than the one that was oh so freely given to you by Wooyoung. Taking advantage of Wooyoung's state, you grabbed his hardening dick and positioned it at your entrance and began descending until your hip met his.

"Oh- fuck!" Wooyoung grunted, his body jolting which was followed by his abdominal muscles tensing as if he had just been punched in the gut, winded simply by your pussy. Seeing this, you could only smirk not just because you didn't want to ruin the moment but also because you thought that nothing could beat the cocky look on your face.

Wooyoung's pleasure doubled the moment you started moving against him. Your more experienced hips moved in a way that allowed his cock to slip in and out without slipping out but also kept your lower halves connected. "Shit- fuck, mommy!" he gasped loudly which prompted you to slap him and grab ahold of his cheeks in one hand. "Keep your voice down, Wooyoung, no one can find out what we're doing here," you hissed, leaning down close to warn him. You hadn't meant to be so harsh but that action seemed to rile Wooyoung up even more because once you let go of his face, a depraved smile appeared on his face and he let out a content sigh, "Fuck mommy, if only you'd let me let people know how good you're using me right now," you felt the soles of his feet planted flat on the surface of the daybed and he began meeting your thrusts which almost caused you to fall on top of him, "God, Jesus, you feel so good mommy, your cunt is so perfect, I want to never stop fucking it, holy shit," goosebumps shot up your spine when Wooyoung grazed his hands on the sides of your legs and they kept moving upwards until they settled on his chest. Your eyes widened and you instinctively licked your bottom lip when Wooyoung began tweaking his nipples.

Somehow the pace you both set never faltered but you felt Wooyoung thrusting into you harder than you had initially done but it wasn't like you were about to complain.

It didn't take long before you felt Wooyoung's movements become frantic and you realized that he was about to cum again. Before Wooyoung could do anything else, you reached forward and grabbed his face again, prompting him to look at you, "You don't get to cum yet, pretty boy, I'm cumming first and then you'll wait until I told you that you could cum." Wooyoung pouted and whined, "Mommy why? I need to cum, please." You had to think that he was purposefully being loud to get you to slap him again because when you did, you swore you could see him smirking. "Weren't you a good boy? You can make me cum just with your cock, can't you? Or are you that pathetic that the woman had to do everything, huh?" your taunts successfully egged Wooyoung as he determinedly thrust into you. His face was scrunched and his movements were sloppy, beads of sweat started trickling down his face and the lack of changing expression on your face seemed to frustrate him.

You casually slipped your thumb into his mouth and pressed down on his tongue, "Don't you give me that look," you scoffed, "You talk big but you can't deliver, huh? Pathetic." Wooyoung tried whining again but this time you pressed your thumb more onto his tongue, not caring about the drool that accumulated and trickled down the sides of Wooyoung's mouth.

Maybe deep down you had a thing for pliable brats because, for some reason, the sight of your harsh treatment on Wooyoung got you fucking yourself quicker and quicker until your cunt clenched down on Wooyoung as you came.

The sudden tightness sent Wooyoung reeling and he came inside you immediately. The release felt amazing and your grip on him allowed his cum to be fully stuffed inside you.

"Fuck," you panted, coming down from your high first, "Didn't I tell you to wait for my permission?" you scoffed once you finally managed to find your voice again. Chest heaving, you weren't really mad that Wooyoung disobeyed you because you had just experienced the best sex you've ever had, bar none.

"M' sorry mommy, so so sorry," Wooyoung babbled with a stupid grin on his face, eyes blinking back as his euphoria died down. "Yeah, sure you're sorry," you shook your head, not believing his words even slightly because he looked like pure bliss. You were no better though because had there been a mirror, you would've seen that you were also smiling genuinely. You could simply say that it was because you just had sex, but you had to admit that it was also because you had done it with Wooyoung.

Thinking that you were done, you slowly detached yourself from Wooyoung. But before you could even get off properly, Wooyoung had leapt forward and pinned your body down.

"Wooyoung!" you hissed, surprised and you immediately tried to sit up only for Wooyoung to push your body back down.

"I'm sorry for not waiting for your permission, I feel bad, really. So let me clean you up real quick, yeah?" there was a mischievous glint in his eyes that was accompanied by a knowing smirk before he lowered his face down to your cunt.

You were about to have another best sex ever, bar none.

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[williammr01]

I really, REALLY loved your analysis of the latest episode of GAP and since you mentioned Mon, I gotta say on my second re-watch of ep 11 i really felt bad for her.

Mon as a character has been the heart of the show in many ways & she’s brought positivity and light into everything she’s done (she’s like that meme ‘‘looks like a cinnamon roll, is actually a cinnamon roll’ 😂)

However what makes me feel for her, is that try as she might whenever she’s confronted, she’s never able to fight back. I’ve seen a lot of ppl say that she did the right thing by staying quiet throughout the whole confrontation and just being there to support Sam, but here’s the thing, even if she wanted to she probably couldn’t have done anything.

I mean she tried to fight back against Kirk when he came to see her but ultimately lost against him. He won solely for the fact that he’s a man (and even though he’s also probably wealthy) to Sam’s grandmother that’s more than enough reason to marry Sam off to him.

As for Sam’s grandmother what could Mon possibly have to bargain with her? She’s not descended from royalty, her socioeconomic status will never come close to Sam’s and she’s a woman (it’s like she ticked all the boxes lol)

With all that said, you can kinda see why she probably felt so helpless 🥲

Mon is the heart of the show for real. Everything we see is basically through her eyes. The thing is, that Mon's story was about coming into herself and falling for Sam. She was in no way whatsoever prepared to go up against Grandma, or Kirk, so that was why I was proud of her for getting through that conversation with him. Technically neither Mon or Sam were prepared, neither have had anyone TO fight for at this point in their lives. It's both of their's first relationship, first love, first time, etc. Whereas if we'd had a straight couple the same ages as Mon and Sam, they would have had numerous relationships and would have had to fight before for a variety of reasons. I would say the whole first half of the series was showing the audience Mon coming to terms with her sexuality. She was 22 or 24? No boyfriend, even though she had Nop right there? She idolized Sam, as shown by the multiple photoboards and Mon following Sam's education path. You could argue that Mon was so in love with Sam that she never thought to question her orientation, but I would say that Mon knew on some level that she liked women. Her fantasies about Sam the first couple episodes were in no way straight, lol. I would also say people could make an argument that the way she dresses, the girly pink, princess type, is a direct result of her being closeted to even herself. Mon had already faced hardship, for being half british, so not coming out to herself and idolizing Sam was a way of protecting herself while trying to be happy. When we first see Mon, it's of her getting dressed to go out to a concert, and basically the show is giving us: here's your lead, here she is putting on her armor to go out into the world. And as she is getting dressed, she's talking about how idols can give you inspiration, idols can "make us smile when we are in sorrow" and when she finishes getting dressed she stares at one of her boards of Sam and presses a kiss to it with her fingers. I say all that because Mon is a good person, but she's a deeply insecure person. You can have convictions and stand up for what is right, but not have the strength to stand up for yourself. Which explains why Mon is so willing to push back against Sam when it comes to the rules and Sam's behavior, but she hides behind her clothes and "if i was a guy I'd make a move on you". Or "how would two girls together even work", while not batting an eyelash when she's introduce to Sam's friends and Tee flirts with her and is obviously gay. Mon got teased and bullied for being half British, she went to all the schools Sam did, so we can assume she was bullied for not having money in addition to being a "halfy". I would even go as far as to say that part of her outgoing personality is a fake it until you make it situation. Mon took that bullying and made a persona that was good, pure, righteous, and she lived so that people saw that. But she did so at the cost of experiencing love, freedom and growing as an individual. And in doing that, made it so that she never had to confront anyone since she was always respectful and a good girl. The second half of the season was Mon figuring out how Sam and her work together, but also coming into her own and trying to find where she fits in the world now that she's with Sam openly. That's why the scene with their friends encouraging her to tell Sam was important. Unfortunately Grandma and Kirk are the flipside, so for Mon to go from the biggest obstacle to her own happiness being herself, she was fully unprepared to be back up for Sam in anyway during the final confrontation.

We all know Mon is a good person, but specific to the confrontation with Kirk, this was a really well thought out way to guilt Mon on his part. He apologizes for her being fired, passively asserting the fact that he has a company while she doesn't have a job; but he says it in a way like they are still friends, as if it really does cause him pain. Then tells her he and Sam are getting married, hoping to chip away at her conscience and confidence. At this point, Kirk knows he's gotten her to keep secrets from Sam. How? He was her friend/ she respected him. He knows he can push those respect and civility buttons, and get her to listen to him. And when that works, he takes a left turn and tells her people will think she's a homewrecker. Which is twofold: if she has a conscience/pride the homewrecker thing hurts, but it also implies that Sam and Kirk will look bad as well, and even Kirk knows that Mon doesn't want anyone to think badly of Sam, while he's also playing into whatever friendship she thinks they have had.

But Mon doesn't care about those things at the moment because she's all about Sam. She's also been trying to convince herself that this role of being the mistress can work. Mon let herself believe that her and Sam are actually going to be able to live together, even if it's not the way she had just started to allow herself to believe in (being married). I really think that's why Mon says that she would do anything to be with Sam. Mon from episode 9 would have never said that to Kirk, she actually tried to save his feelings when Sam told him the truth. But in this vital moment of trying to keep herself and Sam afloat, to still believe that they can make it and their love is enough? She metaphorically threw down the gauntlet saying Sam was hers.

That's why I was proud of her. She said 'Sam is mine' to his face. Mon said I can be anything Sam wants me to be. Mon was no longer afraid because she had come to terms with her identity and her feelings for Sam. Sam gave her the opportunity and the space to grow. Mon from episode 1 never would have made a move on someone engaged. She never would have been a mistress. But since she came out and accepted her feelings for Sam, she actually started to own her life. She started taking an agency, instead of just doing 'the right thing' or following Sam's path.

And Kirk, he flips and starts talking about how they both love Sam, so she should want Sam to be happy and live a normal life. He chose to go down the homophobic path because he wasn't expecting her to stand up for herself or Sam. Sure he sprinkles in little comments like he's concerned for her welfare if they continue in a relationship. About how he just wants Sam to be happy with him, but Mon would be ruining that herself. He, by pure luck, had to fall back on homophobia because Mon stood up for herself. Unfortunately, it was the right button to press with Mon who was only newly out of the closet.

Kirk actually picked the perfect time to come burst her bubble, and Mon just starts pulling back on all of her old armor, while she remembers the convo and cries on the stairs. (Go back and look at her outfits in part 2 and 3 of the ep, they are very different.) So yeah Mon was vulnerable and helpless. She had only just started to believe Sam again that they could make it when they went to the grandma's. That's why Sam didn't want her in the house/palace. If Mon had tried to interject, Grandma would have ripped her apart, and then Sam would have lost it on Grandma.

So Mon sat through that fight and watched Sam, because at that point the only thing she could do was support Sam. Anything else would have inadvertently hurt Sam. And because she was silently supporting Sam, that's why she saw how worried Sam was about grandma. That's why Mon shook her head every time Neung told Sam to do it for Mon. Watch closely, Mon only shakes her head when Neung says to leave for Mon. Mon would never ask Sam to leave when Sam believes that grandma was collapsing.

[jacscorner]

My Sister Sold My Dog Behind My Back

Etra-Chan Saw It~

Hi. My name is Karin. I live with my husband, Kuroki, in Tokyo. We work at the same company; I work part-time and he's salaried. The plan is for him to move up in the company and eventually for me to resign and become a homemaker. Once we get comfortable with that, then we'll have kids. Until then, we also take care of our dog, Coco.

I usually just drop Coco off at a dog daycare and pick her up in the afternoon. This works pretty well. However, something happened.

Kuroki: I just won a weekend trip at the Etra Resort!

Karin: Oh my God, that's amazing! That's the most expensive luxury hotel in the country!

But then, something horrifying happened; we realized that the dog daycare doesn't do overnight stays and our trip doesn't include boarding for dogs. So it looks like either we'll have to cancel the trip or I'll have to stay home with Coco. As a last resort, I decided to call my sister older, Azami. She's never been too big of a fan of dogs, but I hoped she'd be willing to help me out.

Azami: Oh, you want me to come over and dog sit for the weekend?

Karin: I know it's kind of a big ask, but I really need your help!

Azami: Well, alright. Just leave it to me.

Karin: You're a lifesaver, Azami!

And so, me and my husband went on our trip. It was like a vacation! But before I could really start to enjoy myself, I got a text from Azami.

Azami: [Karin, it's awful! I went to walk Coco, but she got off her leash and ran off!]

Karin: WHAT?!

I took the car and drove off to find and find her around my house. My heart was racing like a rocket. I was so scared; what happened to my poor little shiba?! And then, while I was in traffic, I got a notification on my phone. I thought maybe it was Azami or Kuroki, but instead, I saw one of my  Etrabook fans, Yuri.

Yuri: [I just got the cutest Shiba Inu!]

My heart sank. Cause that was definitely MY dog!

I immediately drove to Yuri's house and then I explained what happened.

Yuri: Huh? But, I didn't just find her. Azami sold her to me.

The two of us came to the same conclusion: Azami lied to both of us. Apparently, Azami said Coco was HER dog, but she couldn't take care of her, so she was trying to sell her off to a good home.

Once we got our story straight, Yuri gave me back Coco. I promised I'd get her money back, even though she insisted I didn't have to. But there was no way I was gonna let Azami get away with this. I drove to my house, forced my way inside, and confronted my sister.

Karin: Azami, you had no right to sell my dog!

Azami: What?! I did no such thing! Coco ran away!

Karin: Don't give me that! Yuri told me you sold her. And you're going to give back the money you swindled from her.

Azami: Nonsense! It's not my fault she tried to buy someone else's dog! Besides, you should be thanking me!

Karin: Thanking you?!

Azami: Aren't you and Kuroki planning to start a family someday? If anything, I did you a favor; it'll be better to get rid of your dog sooner rather than later.

At that point, I was seeing red; I couldn't believe what I was hearing! In a fury, I grabbed my sister by the ear and yanked her over my knee and began to spank her!

Azami: Karin! OW! What are you doing?! OWOW!

Karin: Doing what Mom used to do when you did stuff like this! Now apologize and agree to give Yuri back her money!

Azami: No!

Eventually, I removed her skirt, panties, and grabbed a hairbrush.

Azami: OWOWOWOW! Okay, okay! I'll give back the money! I'll give it back!

Karin: AND you're going to apologize! Properly! And buy Coco a new toy!

Azami: OOOWOWOWOWOW! Okay! Okay!

Azami ended up apologizing for her actions with tears on her face.

I was too tired to drive back with my husband, so I decided to just enjoy the rest of my vacation with Coco. I promised my husband we'd have a proper vacation another day and a date night when he got home.

I intended to do more Etra-Chan spanking art. But like a lot of things, I kept putting it off. This time, however, I mostly just wanted a good story to go with it and couldn't think of one that would be fun and outlandish, yet squarely in the realm of plausibility...that would lead to a spanking.

Azami is perhaps my least favorite Etra-Chan character, though it's mostly cause her English VA give her this screeching, "Miss Fowl" voice and it gets real grating real quick. XD But I still think she's very spankable. If Akane is every brat character put in a blender, then Azami is the embodiment of entitlement. A penny pinching Karen who just would sell her best friend for 62 cents. So I knew I had to draw her being spanked at SOME point.

[game-boy-pocket]

Did you like nuts and bolts

So I'll be upfront and say I barely played much of it. But I did play some of it. I was a ride or die Banjo fan back then, I bought an Xbox 360 just for Banjo ( and also Sonic but that's another sad story ), I pre-ordered the game and got the Xbox Arcade version of Banjo Kazooie as a pre-order bonus. I thought the new game looked ugly and the premise was weird, but I was willing to give it a chance

I feel like maybe I could have had some fun with it if I were given a little more time with the game. My Xbox360 red ring of death'd itself for the second time in two months before the game came out and at that point I was already fed up with it and did not send it in for repairs. So instead, I played a copy that my friend bought at his house for a few hours.

Part of the problem is that the text in the game was so small that I couldn't really understand what I was meant to be doing. I don't know why the game launched like that. With my friend's help I was able to beat the first world though.

But nah. I didn't like it. There were just too many little things about the game that bothered me. It was not very straight forward compared to what I expected from Banjo, the character design was ugly as sin, I didn't think the objectives were that entertaining, I didn't understand the direction they were taking with some of the characters, and worst of all is that the game just actively disrespected the characters, the series, and even the genre. I just couldn't stomach all those things together, on top of having dropped all that money for a new console only to be extremely disappointed, and on top of having waited for so long for "Banjo Threeie" after Tooie teased it.

Yes I know according to Greg Mayles, that was a joke, but jokes are supposed to be funny, and they don't read as jokes when you literally did the same thing in the previous game. Banjo Tooie was one of my most anticipated sequels of all time thanks to the ending of Banjo Kazooie. And I'd say Tooie delivered, for me personally. So teasing Threeie in the same way you teased Tooie and then 20 years later on twitter saying "haha you got pranked" is kinda fucked.

But tl;dr, no. Nuts and Bolts sucked for what it wasn't as well as for what it was.

[beardedmrbean]

RE: “You want them to come and force Big Gay Al's big gay catering company to cater their next protest, because they can't now where as before they could have done everything by phone right up till the big gay catering company showed up to the 'god hates f**s' convention in their big gay catering van.”

You’re misrepresenting the ruling here a bit. I agree with your point but this actually wouldn’t count, unless they’d order some kind of food that had a “God hates Fags” slogan on it, etc.

The ruling is specifically worded to ensure that you cannot deny costumers based on their protected traits (in this case religious belief), only that you can deny making a PRODUCT that includes statements (aka speech) that you don’t agree with (eg. a cake that says “God hates Fags”, etc). I think that’s where a big hangup comes from with this ruling in general.

The case was hypothetical to begin with, but it wouldn’t matter WHO came to the lady’s design businesses asking for a gay wedding website, they would always get denied. I could be a straight woman asking her to make my gay son a website for his upcoming wedding, I would still get denied - because of the product I’m asking for.

I could be an openly gay man asking for a website advertising the grocery store I own and she would do it, since it wouldn’t require her to make any statements approving of what she deems is “sinful” (unless it was a super gay-themed grocery store, but that’s another topic).

Just thought I’d clear that up, since a LOT of people talk about the ruling and even just accidentally misrepresent it. It doesn’t allow to refuse service based on WHO is asking, but based on WHAT they are asking FOR.

I thought I'd covered that with the 'big gay print shop' bit, but ya going with the deal with the cake since it's easier guy was totally willing to sell off the shelf, just didn't want to do a custom cake.

Though I imagine in web design there's not going to be much on the generic side for those.

whole thing is nuts, why would you go somewhere that doesn't want your business because of your gender, race, or sexuality. You're just giving "the enemy" money at that point

[thegrimmmystic]

The Shadow Of Christ

By: Chris Grimm

When it comes to our shadow, with the new mainstream push related to conciousness and self-awareness, I've noticed a remarkably high amount of inaccurate information. But theres one thing I want to set straight in particular. Your Shadow IS your highest self. Yet, simultaneously, it's your lowest.

"But Grimm how could that be? That doesn't make ANY sense"

Think of it this way. When we imagine our highest self, we picture an angelic, white robed, beautiful extension of ourselves. This variation of who we are is all-loving, empathetic, selfless, and incapable of only ever seeing the 'good' in people. But wait... Truly think about that a moment... Does that not sound exactly like the "version of you" you embodied in the first place which resulted in your very destruction? ALWAYS putting others first? NEVER speaking up when you have an issue? Giving people the benefit of the doubt who VERY CLEARLY never deserved it? In fact, I'd be willing to be that's the only reason you INVITED your Shadow into your life to begin with is BECAUSE of the person you were and the self destruction that had caused.

So what would the Shadow be then? While one voice says to continue doing things the way you were to become destroyed by fantasy based optimism, your Shadow is the Objective voice. The voice that says 'Why are you still loaning Bryce money? CLEARLY he's using it on scratch off tickets. And has he ever paid a dollar back? Of course he hasn't, yet you STILL choose to ignorantly believe he will?'. Your Shadow is the voice that tells you when you aren't reaching your full potential. It's the voice that, when you're on emotional overdrive, tells you how it truly is. Unfortunately though, most of us choose to ignore it, seeing it as 'us bullying ourselves', or in extreme cases, see it as 'hearing bad voices in our head that say mean things to us'. In reality it's just the objective half of our highest self.

Trying to embody your highest self without your Shadow is the textbook recipe to your very own self destruction. THIS is what one of the main (though there's A LOT) significant meanings behind the story of Jesus is about. Jesus listened to only one half of himself. He cared for and worried about only everybody else around him and it resulted in those very people destroying him.

Now, everybody knows that Jesus Ressurected after 'dying for all of our sins'. But whatt they won't say is that Jesus had to go to Hell upon death (metaphorically speaking) because the important part of that story, is before his Death, Sin would send you straight to Hell. Those sins didn't disappear. Jesus took them onto himself and took the punishment instead, which as I said, was going to Hell. Sound familiar yet? It should. Wouldn't you say that before waking up and learning to love yourself you had found yourself in your own personal Hell?

After his death he didn't only go to Hell. He woke up in the pits of the absolute bottom layer of Hell, and his only way out was to walk through each and every layer, facing every demon along the way. Would this not sound EXACTLY like walking the path, reliving all of our worst and most Traumatic experiences that resulted in our self sacrifice, or Shadow work, as you may better know it?

BUT upon finishing the long, painful journey, Jesus prevailed. He fought and destroyed every demon which dared challenge him and when he finally resurfaced, he was holding the very key to the gates of Hell. After locking the door, he'd won. He learned that all of the things which destroyed him were healed again, and no longer did he see a broken world and broken people in need of saving. He realized that each and every person was able of saving themselves and ressurection after breaking. That the only way to Heaven, truly, was to first walk through Hell. Only then could someone value all life, including their own, as beautiful and worthy.

THIS is integration of The Shadow. Being loving and caring, while treating others the way the treat you. Allowing yourself to question someone's motives, while remaining in control. Control is vital. Lean to close to the light and you'll sacrifice yourself. Lean to close to The Shadow and you'll sacrifice the world. Remain right in the middle though, and you'll achieve absolute balance.

Your Shadow isn't your enemy.

It simply wants what's best for YOU.

The dangerous part, is it only wants best for JUST YOU.

[la-lauren]

A lot has happened and I RARELY get time to just write on tumblr now. Dani is just always, always with me, and honestly, it's feeling overwhelming for the introvert that I am. I miss my writing/processing time. She likes to talk everything out, and I HATE IT. Like, I need time here to write first, and I just don't get that anymore. She does not understand my need for solitude in a way that she doesn't feel rejected. I try to explain it's not rejection, it's just ... me.

Anyway, I took the job. It's been a miserable week for everyone involved. Dani hates waking up early because she can't go back to sleep once I'm gone. The pets get up with me and then will not give her peace. Our dog, bless her heart, is the most anxious baby, and she has been crying for hours after I go to work. We keep trying different things to make it better for her, but nothing is working. Dani said she never did this with the former roommate or with her. Our dog just doesn't want to be away from me specifically. I'm not sure how to handle that, because I cannot, long term, listen to her cry like that either. When I'm getting ready to go, she starts begging me not to and crying. I felt SO dumb telling the recruiter today that I may need to quit anyway if we can't figure this out with our dog. She sounded so dumbfounded, but baby is a priority and I don't feel bad about that.

Dani would love me to quit though. My having an in-person job is just making her an extremely irritable person. So, so irritable. She can't fall asleep when I do, so she's up until 2-3 and then wakes up to my alarms between 6-7. That would make me irritable too. So she's getting offended a lot more easily, reading into things (incorrectly). BUT WE NEED THE MONEY, and I'm so frustrated because that is the only reason I went out and got a job.

Also, these earthquakes need to STOP. They make me want to cry every single time.

Anddd my labs came back. In November, my a1c was 5.2. That's when I had been averaging 5-7 miles per day in Chicago before moving here. Now my a1c is back to 5.6. Boo. My cholesterol was also fine in November and now it's all wonky. I currently average 2 miles per day, which isn't NOTHING, so I'm mad that my body is like, nah, babe, you need to do a whole ass 10k per day to stay healthy. And it is NOT the food. I was literally eating like 12 mozzie sticks as a meal in Chicago. Here, Dani has me eating much more balanced meals...lots of greens and fruits... so likeeee. (And yet I've gained 10 more pounds here since November...) My urine pH is high now. That's a new one. Waiting to see what doc says about that. Google goes straight to organ failure. Thankfully those markers are normal or I'd assume that was the case.

My white blood count is high again. It was high forever when I was sickest. I assume it's just inflammation.

The doctor did say she's willing to prescribe a GLP-1, so I'm looking forward to starting that. We aren't scheduled to chat about lab work for another 2 weeks though. Hopefully I can chill with the weight gain that long.

[petermorwood]

Re @sarafinadarkhart's Reply about the price: yes, it's high, but it's still €6,00 less bonkers than buying each part separately.

The kit is €27,90 ($29.95 on 12 Sep 2023) while the separate parts total €34,00. Another on-line salumeria totals at €36,00, and in Ireland, those totals range from €24 - 40,00, depending on the source.

These are expensive ingredients, though probably cheaper in an enormous customer base like the USA. However, too much cheaper should provoke questions about what cuts are being made and where, and what effects they're having on quality.

Improving it is seldom if ever one of them.

*****

Volpetti is one of the most famous and go-to cheese / salami etc. shops in Rome, up there with Zabar's in New York and Fortnum & Mason in London, with (AFAIK) prices to match.

Places far less famous, catering far more to locals, probably have these items for less (though I doubt much less, read on). But I don't have names, those shops probably don't have web stores, so the only way to check is to go there.

Which seriously wipes out any saving, and then some…

Guanciale (pig cheeks) is expensive because (a) there's so little of it per pig and (b) like any food needing cured / matured / aged, it has to be stored during the process. Storage costs money, and while the product's stored, it's not bringing any in. All that expense piles up and, in due course, gets passed down to the consumer.

It's the same with extra-mature Cheddar, aged Parmigiano Reggiano, Modena balsamic vinegar, 18-year-old single malt, etc. etc. Yet those weeks, months or years are a vital ingredient in how the products taste, so there's no short-cut.

I've said this before about something as simple as giving soup, or stew, or even a jar of shop-bought sauce an extra half-hour of cooking. The result is remarkable. Thyme and time aren't the same, and you can't buy one of them in a shop.

If guanciale is hard to find, the usual alternative is pancetta.

If pancetta is hard to find, the alternative is streaky bacon. Authenticity diminishes each time. How much is someone willing to pay for authenticity? That's up to them.

Look at me. One week I'll try hard for authenticity, even running an interesting foreign recipe through Google Translate if I can't read the language.

The next week, I'll be putting some of my home-made Moroccan preserved lemons in fettucine al limone. Is that fusion cuisine, or confusion?

(The fettucine, BTW, was great.) :->

Guanciale may originally be a Poor People's Food that went upmarket and got up-priced. Think of oxtail, think of beef cheeks...

Think of oysters, once so low status that Dr Johnson (the dictionary man) could feed them to his cat Hodge. Johnson actually fetched them from the market himself, rather than embarrass a servant by sending one out for a food which suggested the household was strapped for cash.

Nowadays? Dream on, kitty...

*****

There's also this (and we're back to Authenticity again). Guanciale is a regional product, Italy is still very regional, and people from one region may not care about - or know about - local dishes from another.

Back when Uncle Peter was a lad, I'd never tried Spaghetti alla Carbonara, though I'd read about it in a Sunday Colour Supplement, at that time AKA teasers for Things You Can Get Here But Not There.

I lived There.

It wasn't on the menu even at Mario's Ristorante, a very good, long-gone Italian restaurant in Newcastle (Northern Ireland, not On Tyne).

So I summoned up enough courage - I was about 17 - to ask about it and Mario, amused that someone had read outside the margins, went straight off to the kitchen and made some. Evidently other diners took note, because next time I was in, Carbonara was on the menu.

I had there it several more times, but the first one is what I remember best.

Funny how many things are like that... :->

I also got apologies because, while it included pancetta not bacon, the cheese was Parmesan rather than proper Pecorino. I hadn't known there was any difference; thank you, Sunday Supplement article.

So Mario said he'd been generous with the Parmesan to compensate.

This was at a time when I'd only ever encountered Parmesan in those little cardboard drums with that curious aroma almost, but not quite, like old socks. The ones where a little could go a long way.

And Mario had been generous with it. I wondered what I'd let myself in for.

It turned out that freshly grated Parmigiano Reggiano smelt and tasted much, much better than I'd thought it would. Boy, did it ever.

When I finally got to try Pecorino Romano it was just as good, yet deliciously different. It was also saltier, which is why IMO guanciale or pancetta work better with it than regular bacon.

It's also why, if using regular bacon, Parmigiano is a better choice; again, that's just IMO.

Guanciale, however, never got a mention.

If it had, such an odd word would have stuck in my mind. I wouldn't have forgotten "cured pig cheeks" in a hurry either.

Despite familiarity with Tabasco and Old-Sock Parmesan - which could be a joke potato-crisp flavour - I was much less adventurous back in those days.

It's possible Mario had never heard of it.

*****

His was a seriously good place, and at a good price too. Seriously good places at any price were hard to find in NI back then. Apart from anything else, they occasionally blew up - and I don't mean "became suddenly popular". It was Northern Ireland in 1974, and such things happened.

Nothing like it happened to Mario's, except a change of location. The food and the welcome were just as good in the new place, and it was where I had my engagement party ten years later.

About 18 months after that, it was also where I had a much smaller and less exuberant post-breakup meal with a few friends. The food was still good, the welcome - after noting one important absence - more restrained.

And a bottle of appropriately acid-dry Verdicchio mysteriously appeared on the table, yet just as mysteriously never appeared on the bill.

Grazie, Signor Mario.

*****

Mario retired and closed his restaurant around 2006. Though I think he stayed in Northern Ireland, by now he's probably... Let's just say moved further on. I've eaten more varieties of Italian food than he ever had on offer, and eaten it in Italy, too. But I still get Spaghetti Carbonara once in a while.

It's another of those foods which taste of memories.

Sometimes a bit too salty.

And sometimes just as they should be.

@petermorwood; this is the link we were discussing. 😄

[axailslink]

Letters

An Arthur Havisham x male reader fanfic

So I have been obsessed with Joseph Quinn's characters and fell right back in love with his one after rewatching the show. Love a depressive gay drunk who just needs a hug.

summary: Arthur hasn't retund a letter to someone near and dear to his heart which makes this person also known as you panic and visit him only to find he is feeling very unloved. He's a wee bit dramatic.

Fem aligned do not interact please

Arthur reads the letter in hand and it gives him a sense of happiness it wasn't the first time he had read this one he got this letter over a month ago but had yet to reply. Heard from his childhood friend Y/n who comes from a family of money too. They hadn't really spoken since they were kids but they still remained the best of friends but only in letters. Truth is Arthur is nervous around him when he was a boy he just thought he was fond of Y/n thought he was sweet and soft but now he knows it's something more than that. He wanted to visit him truly but there was too much going on his sister hates him Compeyson wants him dead for ruining such a big chance for him... Actually, that might be just the reason for him to visit his dear friend maybe seeing him would make him happy again. A sudden loud and impatient-sounding knock breaks him out of his thoughts causing him to drag himself to the door and swing it open and stand on the door frame. He stands straight though when he sees you standing tall and annoyed "you've been avoiding me Havisham!"

You slam the door shut and walk into the room pushing with more force than you'd like to. Arthur rolls his eyes and shrugs "I have not and please do tell me you did not take a whole week's ride out just to see me..." Arthur was honestly flattered by that that you'd worried so much about him that you would visit him even in your busy state. "I was worried the last time you stopped contacting me your father had just found out about...our letters." Oh yes, the letters the ones you sent in secret as young men barely over the age of eighteen were sweet at first just friends missing friends. But over the years they became something stronger more flirtatious and loving. You two talked to each other as if you were in a long-term relationship your father didn't like that he knew you were thinking of each other in ways you shouldn't. He saw right through it and he put a stop to it he talked to Arthur's father and he forbade him to write he even made him chip in more when it came to working on the brewery so he didn't have time to plot against his father's wishes. "Oh now someone cares about me? Now someone cares about Arthur!?" You're not really all too surprised by Arthur's words he had this common act when someone hurt him he would easily convince that everyone else wanted to do the same so he hurt them first or tried to. You grab his arms and pull him to your chest "I've always cared about you Arthur you may be able to spout that bullshit to someone else but not me Arthur I won't take it. I've always cared about you" you state caressing his hands as he stares up at you he catches himself staring and plants that defensive look which he started putting on a lot more when Compeyson left. It was hard to trust anyone. "I'd bet you'd say you love me too" you sigh and shake your head "of course I love you just like your sister loves you" he groans and snatches his hands away "just like my sister loves me? Really? I don't think I'd be willing to have sex with my sister Y/n why don't you just say it? Are you afraid of what it'll mean?"

You had come to comfort him not to talk about your problems but now he was opening a whole bowl of crisps that you hid in the back of the cabinet. "I'm not afraid of what it'll mean I know what it means Havisham I really do but unlike you, I'm not afraid of what it means I'm not ashamed of who I am are you?" Arthur stands still and turns his head contemplating how deep that question could run through his mind over and over. You take him into your arms squeezing him in a tight hug that you know he needs the recent letters were not filled with joy and love you could read in between the lines he was hurt. As soon as Havisham feels your warm embrace he breaks down legs becoming wobbly and tears streaming down his face all you can do is hold him and rub his back. "I'm here Arthur it's alright" you just sit and hold him for an hour as he lets it all out of the bottled-up pain he's been keeping to himself all the bottled-up pain that only the alcohol knew of. When he pulls back he's staring at you in that way that you know your fathers would disapprove of looking into your eyes wishing you'd move first so he doesn't make a fool of himself hands slowly gliding from your shoulders to your waist. You slowly start to lean in overtaken by those sad eyes of his and those damn dimples but you quickly pull away not far just a bit "we shouldn't" you mumble he nods before speaking this time "so what's it's this time?" You pause and look at him and shake your head understanding what he's getting at "no one it's no one Arthur it will never be anyone else as long as I live and breath and I know you're doing the same" there go those waterworks again working their way into his eyes. "So then why won't you kiss me? I don't understand Y/n you send me these letters and visit me and tell me how much you love me but you can never deliver on it. I want the version of you that used to run around in the field with me not caring if we got caught I want him back at least he could kiss me." You grab him by his waist and pull him closer "oh Arthur I'd do more than kiss you more than the gentle things we used to do as young men but I just can't I have an image to keep" his stare of love turns into one hell of a glare as he pushes you with all his strength into the table "an image!? You can't even do it with me behind closed doors? So I'm just supposed to sit around and wait for you to be ready enough to deal with me is that so?" You shake your head and snatch the letters from the drawer you were just pushed into "you know I have an image to keep but nothing in these letters are fake I meant every word every disgusting word I know my father would disagree with! The things I said I'd do to you I would and you know it. Do not make this seem as if I don't love you!" Arthur looks at you and then shakes his head before grabbing his glass and swallowing whatever remained before throwing it at your feet. "You do not get to say that! you do not love me!" You crumple the letters and let them fall from your hands as you approach Arthur and grab him by both sides of his face keeping him still as you plant a kiss on his soft lips overrun with a salty taste from his tears. You haven't done this in so many years you're sure you won't stop now you start unbuttoning his shirt and pull away just for a moment to see if he's okay with this. He's crying again so you stop your hands laying still on his chest "I'm sorry you're drunk and I'm taking advantage of that.." he rubs his lips with the back of his hands "don't continue doing this if you aren't gonna be in my bed tomorrow Y/n I can't deal knowing you'd leave me" you take that to the heart feeling the guilt crawl into your ribs and flip your stomach that wasn't a promise you could keep but you were sure as hell going to try.

"I have a meeting tomorrow but I'll be sure to be back so let's not worry" you continue unbuttoning his shirt then drop to your knees to unbutton his trousers too you look up at Arthur hoping he's watching your every move because right now you were showing him exactly how much you wanted him but he wasn't you could tell he had a question burning his throat. "How many others have you done this with?" that wasn't quite the question you were expecting you know lying would only hurt him but telling him the truth would probably hurt him more. "Four I just don't see what that has to do with this moment Arthur" you answer so quickly you think he might not catch it. Still, he does and nods slowly before grabbing your hand that lays on his trousers "so you're a liar" you examine his hardened facial expression unsure of what he was speaking of. "What? Arthur, I would never lie to you" he glances at your hand then lets it drop to your lap "in your letters you lied y/n we were supposed to be each other first when it comes to lovemaking has it been so long that you forgot about that?" you hadn't forgotten actually it had been what you had been thinking of for the longest of years since you moved away but you had urges that you couldn't satisfy by yourself sometimes. "Arthur Havisham there is a difference between lovemaking and fucking someone beyond repair the thought of having you one of those nights led me to those actions. Now if you'll let me I want to make love to you tonight. Just you."

Arthur smiles at those words after many years it was like the wish he had wished so many times above a cake was finally coming true but he had to make sure. "you promise you won't leave me?" you stand up and take his head in your hands again "if I leave you're coming with me."

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I @ a few people who liked the last post about Arthur Havisham it is here and now that I would like to say though if you are not he/him aligned this post or any post that I post with this character is not for you because it will most likely be male aligned. (Also one of the people I tagged is they/them if you'd like to be taken off please contact me.)

[jboofan]

There's something about Manager Kim part 21

Goodbye

YN scuttled to her room, pushing the door closed and managing several deep breaths before the phone rang again.

She felt bad at leaving Yoongi like that again, but this was important. This was going to be the happiest day of her life. She had to take a second to drink it all in.

"It's gonna be fine," she chanted, but why didn't she feel it?

"Chairman YN?"

She recognised the voice straight away. Mr Yung, chair to the board.

They made the usual chit chat, how the weather was in Paris, when she was returning until the conversation turned to the office.

"I wanted to give you a call. You're out of the office, so I thought it might help."

"Sure, that's fine. I understand," even though she didn't.

"So I wanted to not beat around the bush, you don't deserve it."

YN wasn't sure what was going on, but she sat down on the edge of the springy mattress and waited to hear the words she had longed to for so long.

Except she didn't hear them.

"Look YN. I'm sorry. They've decided not to appoint a vice president this year after all."

"What the hell?" she failed to keep the shock out of her voice as she sprang back up and paced furiously.

After everything I've fucking done? I even got a fake husband, ignited another war with my mother, worked my fingers to the bone to show them I'm capable..for what? A pat on the back? A golden sticker?

Her heart sank.

What more could I possibly have done?

Mr Yung commiserated with her. "I'm really sorry. Those that raised their concerns weren't sure if someone this young should be heading up a billion dollar company."

"With all offence Mr Yung, I run several business, several multi-billion dollar companies."

"We do want you for the VP job, but they want you to wait until the next financial year so stocks don't take a hit. Make no mistake, they want you as VP YN. Youve worked hard, you've made sacrifices."

"You guys have no idea what I've sacrificed."

What Yoongi and I both have.

"Look, how long will it be before I get the position? The next financial year is –"

"Next year, another 10 months time. Maybe another year."

"Forget it."

The anger had taken over, her backbone resurfaced.

"What do you mean?"

"Forget it. I'm tired of playing by your rules."

"YN don't do anything in anger."

"Do anything in anger? Anger? You have no idea what I'm feeling right now."

**

Yoongi stood facing his room door for several minutes, willing his feet to move.

A swift knock at the door and he propelled himself forward to answer it, YN stood with an unreadable face Jin beside her.

"What did they say?" he tried really hard to sound excited for her. "When do you start?" He reached for the champagne he had ordered as he began peeling back the golden foil.

"There's nothing to celebrate. I didn't get it."

Yoongi didn't understand. Jin stood just as disappointed as YN was.

"They want me to wait. Another year. A whole fucking year. Well that's never gonna happen."

"What are we, I mean you going to do then?"

"If I didn't own half the damn place I'd have gone to work for a competitor and ripped this place to pieces. But since that's not an option, I'm leaving."

Yoongi felt his legs begin to go floppy as he held onto a chair.

"Go?"

"I can't stay here another day. I just can't do it. I need to go home and regroup."

"You can do that in Seoul. You don't need to go to the states."

Jin agreed. "Look, we can work it out."

Yoongi was so upset he didn't even know what to say, "So you're just gonna leave me?"

"You don't need me anymore. You needed a fake fiancé but you got a wife instead. Your parents won't bother you for a while, and mine? Well, they won't bother me now for as long as I live cos I'm pissing off tonight."

YN's smile was sad but she went forward and hugged him tight.

"I can't leave you. I never had you in the first place. I just fell in love with the idea of it all. But you have a life, and so do I. And being a real couple just isn't part of that. All I did was use your money and your name. You're too good for me. And I'm sorry."

She grabbed Jin's hand and gave it a squeeze.

"But—"

"Good bye Yoongi, thank you for everything. I mean it."

Before he could say another word, she'd removed her rings and left them on the glass lined dressing table, his house keys along side it. The clink of the only symbol of their marriage sounded out, and the door closed, the saddest sound he had ever heard.

**

Jin returned to their shared dorm a few days later, annoyed and ready to take it out on anyone.

"Whatever it is, I don't want to know," he waved his hand at Jimin as he came skidding in, followed by an out of breath Taehyung.

"Can someone please, tell us what the hell is going on? YN left and Yoongi is back out to the clubs and you just got back from where?"

Jin shook his head disappointed. "Back to his old shit already?"

"What is going on? And where's YN?" Tae enquired.

Jungkook walked in, peeling a banana and sat down.

"Hyung must have done something stupid."

"Ok, gather everyone. I'm only gonna say this once," as Namjoon and Hobi entered, confused.

"Jin," Hobi tried for the upteenth time to get hold of Yoongi. "Why is it when I called YN, it goes straight to her answerphone?"

Jin tried his best to stay level headed.

"She got some bad news and decided to go to America for a bit, and Yoongi seems to not be taking it very well."

"By not very well, you mean pretending like she never existed?" asked Jimin holding up a picture of Yoongi in a club.

"Great," sighed Jin holding the bridge of his nose, "Now she's definitely not gonna wanna come back."

"Yoongi won't tell me what happened just that he was happy things have gone back to normal," Hobi grabbed Jin before he got to his room. "Hyung what is going on?"

Jin gestured to his room as Hobi closed it quietly after him.

"She didn't get the title. Worked her ass off but they said another year. Yoongi the idiot didn't even tell her not to go. He didn't even say bye to her before she left the fucking house. Waste of skin."

"C'mon, we can't just sit here, we got to do something," Hobi said exasperated, "That idiot can't do anything right."

"Stay in here," Jin ordered as YN sat up in bed, confused.

Yoongi banged harder on the door again, after rocking up to Jin's house the next day, to apologise, and instead was met by a punch to the face courtesy of his only hyung. He had deserved it, he couldn't believe the way in which he had treated YN, and the way in which he had disrespected her so brazenly, and in front of so many people, by getting himself drunk and kissing some random girls. But it hurt.

The idea she was going away hurt so bad like it was burning him from the inside out.

He'd been so embarrassed of his behaviour, he didn't have the courage to face her after turning up at Jin's house and being told to fuck off.

"She's not here," Jin barked at him, the second night he turned up, again drunk. "She's divorcing you," he spat as he shoved the paper to Yoongi's chest before attempting to slam the door on him.

Yoongi wondered what he would have said to her if he had seen her that day. In hindsight, if Jin had been telling the truth, and she was at home, he wouldn't have wanted to see himself either.

"But I love her," he hiccuped.

Jin laughed. "You? You don't love her. If you loved her would you have crawled out of clubs every morning? With a different woman each time? Instead of trying to comfort her over the biggest thing she had worked for and lost? You should have been here convincing her that you genuinely loved her and wanted to give it a real go. But you fucked that up too! And now she's gone!"

YN wiped her eyes and sighed deeply as she got into her waiting car.

Her finger hovered over Yoongi's contact. She couldn't believe he didn't want this baby. Didn't want to give them a try.

"He said he didn't want kids, then that's fine. No need for him to have this one."

Yoongi slept soundly, snoring gently. Ha-Na came out of the bathroom and got back in bed. She'd turned up at his house after following him from the bar, where she'd slipped him a powder making him drowsy.

Yoongi's phone vibrated, thoughtlessly she picked it up to look at the display. Using his finger to unlock the phone, she swiped the screen to read a message from Mrs Min.

Since when was he married?

Ha-Na stared at him a little longer before looking back at the message on the screen. Angrily she replied back. She read it again and quickly hit the Delete button. She held the phone, and ran a quick history check, deleting his call logs before getting in beside him again.

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Part two of Yoongi x YN starts soon! And is based a few years into the future. Please do let me know what you thought of the story so far xx

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[tau1tvec]

What do you recommend that’s a good base pc to build off of over time, one that’s cost effective but good enough to run ts3 and ts4 simultaneously but I can add better graphics cards and ssds later on?

I think it depends, it's hard to really recommend any specific one bc, I've only ever used one, and they don't manufacture them anymore. I also got my PC to play Fallout 4, bc my old PC crapped out, and I was over sims at the time. Considering its open world, and all the mods I would likely cram into it, I didn't wanna waste money on just anything, so I did some research on gaming PC's ( which I'd never bought until then ) and ended up getting an Acer Predator for about 1299$ at the time.

When I bought it, it had a 1060 GTX, 500GB SSD, 1TB HD and 16GB RAM, dealt with 6 years of my bs with not an issue.

Now the reason I say it depends is bc, many games can run on anything honestly, a lotta them these days want to get in as many hands as possible, so making them work well on lower end systems, esp laptops and consoles, is the best way to do that, since a lot of gamers honestly couldn't give chicken noodle soup about how great a game looks, just that it doesn't lag. However if you plan to play on high to ultra settings, with mods and cc, esp high texture cc, you're going to have to keep some things in mind.

Processor

Intel i5's are pretty powerful for the cost, but I'd recommend an i7 if you can fit the bill. Replacing it shouldn't be too difficult, so long as you find one that's compatible with your motherboard, and they tend to cost a little less, and be more readily available than GPU's for instance.

GPU

I've seen some mid-high gaming rigs run on a 1660 GTX which I hear is a pretty good card, they also run a bit cheaper than the 20 or 30 series RTX, and honestly... you don't need a 20 or 30 series RTX to play The Sims 3 or 4, it doesn't even have any built-in options to utilize a lotta the innovative features these cards have.

I played The Sims 4 on ultra on my 1060 GTX, and it ran and looked fine. Though should you decide to upgrade, understand it might be quite costly, and also a bit difficult to find considering we're still technically in a chip shortage.

Memory

16GB is pretty standard these days, anything more is for those into heavy multi-tasking, however some games are beginning to suggest 32GB.

SSD

Main drive needs to be a 500GB SSD minimum... 250 will absolutely get you nowhere with how Windows updates gobble that shit up. You'll also be storing all your saves, mods, and cc on this main drive, so honestly if you can, go for the 1TB, you won't regret it, especially since upgrading mine to a 1TB was an absolute nightmare.

You'll likely need a second drive as well, and although it's common a second drive will be a regular ol' hard drive ( HD ), which is fine, you've gotta install your Spotify app somewhere, do absolutely consider getting another 500GB or larger SSD installed later, games these days basically start at 80GB install size easy, this doesn't include updates and dlc added later, and a drive doesn't run well when it's almost full.

Brands

I've had my Acer Predator desktop for roughly 7 years now, and it's an absolute champ... my husband's Acer Predator Helios on the other hand... crapped out like two years in, he only ever played Skyrim, and only ran it on medium-high settings. So when it comes to brands it's kinda... eh, I would just try to avoid anything that's like HP or Dell... they're kinda iffy and difficult to upgrade unless you're willing to drop 2k+ on an Alienware, I hear a lotta pretty good things about Lenovo tho, and MSI, if a laptop is more your thing.

Finally, a lotta straight out the box gaming rigs are outfitted with AMD processors and cards these days, and they've come a long way over the years. They're pretty powerful now, almost equal and at times even better than their Intel or Nvidia counterparts, but can be more cost effective if price is a big concern.

[arctichotch]

I'd been avoiding all the derpp trial videos showing up on youtube like the plague, but yesterday a lawyer channel uploaded a video "making sense of the verdict" and out of curiosity I clicked on it.

All the comments are some variation of "so what about perjury/Amber lied about being abused under oath"

Like this whole shitshow of a trial was litigation abuse to drag Amber through the mud and all these sheeple think that because the jury that was obviously influenced by all the smear campaigning and social media frenzy, and let's not forget that abuse in and of itself is damn near impossible to get a conviction for in the first place, decided that a proven abuse victim somehow defamed a rich white man by claiming she suffered abuse. And somehow that verdict is proof that she lied about being abused?

Absolute. Bull. Shit.

yep. also the lawyer youtubers are a thing also to bring up into this constant cycle of misinformation and people feeling like they know the law. these “lawyers” have seen an opportunity for easy clicks and money by being pro-depp and are willing to say anything to ensure a steady stream of income and clout. so they feed into the spot of lawyer that the pro-deppies need on their ‘he’s innocent’ bingo card.

like they throw around the objection hearsay joke as if they know what it means, as if it’s not normal to object to hearsay and as if camille vasquez didn’t do the exact same (i would argue even more) to amber during her cx. and the perjury thing is so stupid because where is solid evidence that she perjured herself? i’m yet to see an example. because there is solid evidence to back up her being abused and her stories have been consistent, so no perjury there.

i think i’ve seen maybe 1 or 2 law youtubers actually give an honest take on the trial. but the rest. such as a certain emily d baker i think that’s her name, have been believed like they speak the gospel (even though she’s very very anti-amber and also has said some gross things about breanna taylor.) and some other twitter lawyer i think? is a raging misogynist. and i’ve seen a lot of people say they only watched the trial through these lawyers on youtube and i immediately think that then they do not know anything because they have never formed their own opinions because they’ve been straight away into the pro depp stuff because these “lawyers” want to make money. while any other lawyers or real lawyers in articles and stuff are discounted because they’re not saying what they wanna hear.

johnny has been found to have abused amber time and time again in the court system (in 2 different countries). even this time they had to have found some truth to her allegations for her to have been defamed by him. they continue to baffle me with their pure stupidity.

this trial should never have been live streamed. the jury should have been sequestered. from the get go this trial was balanced against amber. as it usually is against victims of abuse because those abusers are almost always men and powerful men are always going to be believed before women/“weaker” men.

[bucksfucks]

           amorosa // steve rogers

         chapter two: seal the deal

    chapter one // chapter two // chapter three

                    chapter four // chapter five

              ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

                             main masterlist

summary || after setting up a date with steve you fight back the urge to bail on account of your nerves. an agreement is reached and despite all odds, steve makes you feel relaxed and calm before you’re welcoming him back to your apartment after the night is almost over.

pairing || sugar daddy!steve x reader

word count || 3,111 words

warnings || financial struggles, sugar daddy dynamics, undefined age gap, unprotected sex, fingering, oral, heavy daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, dirty talk — 18+ ONLY//MINORS DNI

     You didn't know what to expect. You had never done something like this before. 

     As you rummaged through your closet, groaning at the struggle of finding something decent for tonight. You didn't own anything that would match what Steve was wearing, you barely had time to go out as it is.

    Not to mention your financial situation didn't exactly let you splurge on the finer things in life, your phone screen had been cracked for over half a year. You'd been meaning to get it fixed, but you could never justify dropping more than a hundred dollars on something that still technically worked. 

    Your mind flashed back to when Steve dropped the hundred on the bar like it was nothing. Suddenly you felt self-conscious, knowing you weren't nearly good enough to be going out with a man like Steve Rogers, Vice President of Stark Industries. 

    Professional or not, people would be talking and giving you odd glances. 

    You settled on a comfortable, sleek pair of straight cut pants and a simple blouse. Steve had decided on a steakhouse, a steakhouse of all places for a single drink as he put it last night. Another groan as you slipped on the uncomfortable and only pair of heels you owned. 

    A simple black open-toed shoe matched your outfit enough before you grabbed your purse, slinging it over your shoulder. 

    The Uber would be here soon enough and while spending thirty dollars on a car ride to a place you'd have to try not to stick out like a sore thumb, the subway in heels just wasn't an option. 

    The entire ride there your leg couldn't stop bouncing, no matter how much you willed yourself to calm down, nothing seemed to help as you left the modest looking part of the city only to enter into an entirely different world. 

    Luxury brand stores lined the streets, expensive cars parked at their side as your stomach flipped at some of the sights. 

    You didn't fit in here, you were sure your driver was just as confused as you as they kept driving deeper into the city. 

    "Have a good night," he bid you as you thanked him, shutting the car door and letting the late summer breeze billow around you as you looked up at the restaurant in front of you. 

    Bluefin read in a fluorescent blue light as you shook your head, laughing at the ridiculous situation you were in. You pulled at the door, it was heavy and tall before a hostess prompted you. 

    "Do you have a reservation with us, miss?" She asked, eying you up and down as if she knew that you were a fraud, like you didn't belong; and she wasn't wrong. 

    "I uh, have one with Mr. Rogers." You stumbled over your words trying to sound as confident as possible. She nodded her head politely, asking you to follow her before she swiftly turned to lead you through the maze of tables. 

    You took in your surroundings, the dozens of chandeliers hanging from the ceiling to the gold plated booths and shimmering table legs. It was safe to say that this place was way out of your comfort zone. 

    "Mr. Rogers, your guest for the evening," she spoke sweetly, throwing you a small smile as Steve got up to greet you. He placed a kiss on each of your cheeks, the action causing your body to flush as his beard grazed your skin. 

    He smelled exactly like he did last night, though this time it wasn't as subtle. He smelled fresh and clean and you could get lost in those same dashing blue eyes again.

    "I'm glad to see you again." Steve smiles, helping you into the booth before sliding in beside you. It was a very intimate space, his shoulder pressed against your as you placed your purse beside you. 

    Two menus were already placed in front of you, two glasses of water alongside a pitcher in the middle as you fiddled with your thumbs in your lap. Could he tell how nervous you were? 

    "It's nice to see you too," you managed to finally spit out as Steve smiled sweetly, he turned his body slightly so he was facing you, "this place has great seafood, I really recommend the crab cakes." 

    Your eyes lit up at the word food, you had been so nervous that it had barely crossed your mind. A waiter soon approached the table, "can I get you guys anything to drink?" 

    You felt like it should be you serving Steve, instead you just shook your head, "I'm okay with just water." You answered truthfully before Steve smirked. 

    "We'll take a bottle of champagne for the table, preferably rosé from 2012." It sounded like he was speaking an entirely different language. To you, wine was wine, if it got you drunk, it was good. 

    The waiter nodded his head, turning around to leave you both alone. You took a sip of your water when you noticed just how dry your throat was. Steve opened his menu and you followed suit before your eyes ran down the various dishes. 

     Everything sounded good and you heard your stomach grumble at the thought of the crab cakes and maybe even the butternut squash ravioli. Then your eyes ran to the prices, your heart palpated at the thought of them. 

    "Dinner's on me tonight, get whatever you'd like." It's like Steve had heard your internal monologue and decided to put an end to it. You were thankful for that, a wave of relief washing over you as his soft features made you feel safe. 

    "Thank you, really. I don't think I've ever eaten anywhere nearly this fancy," you joked, hoping the humour would absolve you of your awkwardness. Steve chuckled, low and deep as the waiter came with the champagne. 

    It was popped then poured into the flutes and placed in ice before Steve picked his up. 

    "To new beginnings," he spoke. You picked up yours, "to new beginnings," you repeated his words, gently clinking the two glasses together before taking a sip. 

    You had never been a fan of champagne, but this one wasn't too dry nor was it too sweet. It was light and fruity and soon enough you knew it would be enough to quell the nerves. 

    When the food arrived at the table, the conversation seemed to flow much more naturally. Steve didn't say much, asking a question and letting you answer as he got to know you. You found yourself sneaking subtle glances in his direction, admiring his side profile or just how close he was to you. 

    As the bottle of champagne was nearly empty, you felt much lighter as giggles fell past your lips. You had leaned into Steve a little more as the night progressed, his large hand falling to your thigh. 

    "So," the faint echo of your giggle was still heard as Steve's expression turned to a much more serious one. "I think we should discuss our… business opportunity." And just like that, you had sobered up. 

    You nodded your head as Steve cleared his throat. 

    "I'd like for you to join me for things like these. Dinner, company events, fundraisers, yearly ski trips to the alps, you know, the boring stuff." You nearly guffawed at his words. The boring stuff? A trip to the alps? Boring? You could barely believe it. 

    Still, you nodded your head, a silent sign for him to continue. 

    "In return, I'll take care of all your bills and expenses. You'll have plenty of petty cash, we'll call it," he smirked. "All I ask is for your company." He concludes and you swallow, taking it all in. 

    "When you say company, do you mean… " You trailed off, not sure how to delicately ask him if he wanted to fuck you or not. 

    Steve leaned in, his face inches from yours as he squeezed your thigh, "that's exactly what I mean, Princess." 

    The pet-name caused your stomach to somersault as your breath got hitched in your throat. You're not sure if it was the alcohol coursing through your veins or if this was just the effect he had on people. 

    Probably a mix of both. 

    Whatever it was, it caused you to wring your hands in his collar as you crashed your lips onto his. He didn't hesitate, not even for a second as his hands went to cup your face. The kiss left you breathless, spinning, and feeling like you were floating. 

    "Is that a yes?" He asks cheekily and you can't find the words, all you can do is nod your head before Steve is forced to drop your face as the waiter brings him the check. 

    You readjust yourself in your seat, one leg on top of the other as you close your eyes to steady your breathing. 

    Steve grabbed his leather wallet, pulling out a flashy black credit card and handing it to the poor man doing his job without any regard. You bit your lip at the interaction, someone with his money and power, it made the throbbing between your legs only worse. 

    "Let me drive you home." Steve whispered meeting your eyes as you nodded, "oh it's okay, I can just take the train back." You said politely and while you didn't want to, you sure as hell couldn't afford another Uber trip. 

    It's not like you didn't want to take him up on his offer either, truthfully, you weren't sure how you were going to react all alone with Steve. 

    You don't fuck on the first date, but for Steve, hell you'd let him take you in the bathroom of this restaurant. God knows it's probably better maintained than your building. 

    "Please? I don't want you alone on the train at this hour, you'd have me worrying all night and I don't think you'd wanna upset me like that." There was a sultry undertone in his words as his lips twitched into a smirk. 

    You nodded your head, "yes, okay, thank you Steve." 

    When you stepped into the now cool late night summer air a shiver ran down your spine as the valet went to grab Steve's car. You stayed silent, kicking a pebble with your toe as you tried your best not to shiver. 

    You felt Steve drape his suit jacket over your shoulders, "chilly night, huh?" He joked, as you hugged it around yourself. This man was full of secrets, secrets you wanted to learn to lock away in your own mind. 

    "Here you are Mr. Rogers, have a great night." The valet said, acknowledging you both as he opened the passenger side door for you. You slipped into the warm car, an Audi, you recognized the four rings on the steering wheel as Steve got in. 

    The car was quiet, city nose becoming nonexistent as he put it in drive. 

    "Where am I going?" He asked, pulling out of the restaurant parking lot and into the bustling New York City streets. 

    "Queens," you said, admiring the lights outside of your window as Steve chuckled, "no way, I grew up in Brooklyn." Steve commented as you turned your head. 

    That surprised you. A guy like him? From Brooklyn? You guess you should've known by his subtle accent, but it made you smile as Steve continued his way to your apartment. 

    "Well, uh, thank you for dinner, Steve. Really, it was the best food of my life." You chuckled as he returned your smile. "It was my pleasure, you're good company." He joked, squeezing your thigh as a new wave of arousal running through you. 

    You both sat in somewhat awkward silence as you grabbed your keys from your bag, clutching them in your hand. 

    "Do you maybe wanna come up for a cup of coffee? Or tea? I don't really have much to offer." You chuckled, as he smiled, “that sounds lovely." 

    Steve followed you to the front of your building, the old, paint chipped door creaking open before you pressed the elevator button that only illuminated on good days. 

    Today was not that day. 

    You tapped your foot as you watched the numbers descent until the L appeared on the small screen, the bell dinging. You got into it silently, the only sound was your heels against the stained flooring and the electrical whirring of the elevator. 

    Steve kept a respectable distance, his shoulder brushing yours as the elevator car moved up to the eleventh floor. 

    You stuck your key into your lock, jamming it upwards as you fiddled to find the sweet spot before you managed to push the door open, "home sweet home." 

    The apartment was small, a little over five-hundred square feet, but it was more than enough for you. You decorated it with plants and art you'd find at your local markets. It felt cozy and like home, but you knew it was nothing compared to what Steve was used to. 

    You didn't bother turning on any of the main lights, a small light in the kitchen was all you needed as you were finally able to kick off your heels. You dropped to your true height, having to crane your neck upwards to meet Steve's eyes. 

    It was in this moment that you realized just how massive he was. Broad shoulders and long legs held him upright as his now darkened eyes looked you up and down. You had forgotten all about the coffee as you felt his gaze all over you. 

    "You look stunning," he whispered, stepping closer to you. "Words just don’t do justice." He added, snaking an arm around your waist. 

    "Let me show you just how beautiful you are to me." He breathed, mouth close to your ear as you gasped, nodding your head. 

    "Oh, Steve, please." You whimpered, your hands going to rest on his shoulders as he pulled you flush against his body. You could feel him hardening through his dress pants, pressed tightly against your hip. 

    "Call me Daddy tonight, Princess." Steve purred as your stomach flipped before his lips were back on yours. He tasted like the remnants of the champagne as his tongue explored your mouth. 

    "Daddy," you gasped, his lips working his way down your neck as he pushed you further into your apartment. You yelped when he tossed you onto the bed, the moonlight streaming through your curtains and onto the sheets. 

    "That's my good girl, you're bein' so good for Daddy." His praise sends goosebumps over your skin as his fingers begin working on your blouse. You can sense the urgency in his actions, both of your hands having one goal in mind; remove any and all clothing. 

    You barely have any time to stop and admire Steve's build. He's toned, lean and fit and you already love the faint chest hair as he works on your bra. It's discarded soon after, your panties being yanked off before Steve's standing naked in front of you. 

    "Fuck," it's a breath that falls from Steve's lips as he's right back on top of you. His nose traces down your chest, his mouth paying equal attention to both of your nipples before his mouth is floating above where you need him most. 

    Neatly decorated hair covers your mound as Steve places your legs over his large shoulders, spreading you open in front of him as he lets out a low groan. 

    "Princess, you're so wet. Is this all for me? Is this why you've been so squirmy during dinner?" He smirks, his question rhetorical as he uses his fingers to spread your lips open. 

    Your hips are bucking, fists around your sheets as you whine. Steve's tongue is wide and warm against you when it finally connects with you. A lewd moan slips past your lips when he swirls it tightly around your clit. 

    The attention to detail is mind blowing, his fingers slowly slipping inside of you as he works you open. There's nowhere in the world you'd rather be than right here with Steve's face buried between your thighs. 

    "You taste so sweet, Princess." He hums, moaning around you as your fingers tangle in his once neatly styled hair. You tug on the locks, a low groan in response that spreads warmth through your body. 

    "Daddy, pl-please, wanna cum." You're lost in the sensation of his fingers scissoring you open, his tongue flicking tight figure-eights over your clit. 

    "Cum for Daddy, Princess, cum all over my face." He growls, curling his fingers deep inside of you, breaking the coil as your back arches off the bed. 

    You feel like you've just ran a marathon, lungs aching for oxygen, and he hadn't even gotten his cock yet. 

    "Hands and knees, Princess. Show Daddy your ass," he growls, flipping you over as you prop yourself up on shaky knees. You're mewling, wanton and burning to feel how his cock will fill you up. 

    The bed shifts under Steve’s weight as his fingers dig lightly into the flesh of your waist, positioning your hips as his cock nudges your entrance. 

    “You think you’re ready for my cock, Princess?” He taunts as you wiggle your hips against him as he chuckles deeply from within his chest before slowly sinking into you. 

    You both moan at the sensation, your warm walls gripping around him as he stretches you out. 

    “Takin’ Daddy’s cock so well Princess—fuck, feels so good.” Steve grunts, his hips snapping against yours with a force that has you falling face first into the pillows. 

    His one hand goes to rest between your shoulder blades, keeping you planted firmly against the bed as he fucks you deep into your worn out mattress. 

    Your moans are muffled, you're thankful for the position considering your walls are paper thin and you'd rather not have your eighty-five year old neighbour Darleen hear about the mind-blowing sex you were currently engaged in. 

    "You gonna cum for Daddy again? Make a mess over his cock, hmm?" He whispers in your ear, voice hoarse and gravelly as your toes curl and you're cumming again for him. 

    Steve pulls out, fisting his cock in his hands before you're feeling his hot cum painting your back as you're reeling at the aftershocks of your orgasm. 

    You're pulled out of your post-orgasmic bliss when you feel Steve cleaning you up with what? You don't care, you'd do laundry tomorrow, throw it away, all you wanted was to feel Steve's arms around you. 

    He falls back into bed with you, his gentle eyes meeting yours as he chuckles, "if that doesn't seal the deal, I don't know what will."

tagging // @jennmurawski13 | @nakedrogers

any and all feedback is always appreciated! <3

[hychlorions]

How did you start drawing, and do you have any tips or tricks you could share please? Here I have Klavier Gavin with me: achtung ja baby ja ja this is klavier gavin you should help this anon out ja

oh mein gott monsieur klavier gavin i am SUCH a big fan!!!!!!!

jokes aside, i'd be happy to help! (regardless of you having klavier or not lmao) i'm gonna put this under the cut just in case it gets too long

i started drawing... mostly because i hung out with anime kids, so subsequently they were art kids as well, but i really only started taking it seriously when i got a good pen tablet lmao. i wasn't very good though, i mostly followed tutorials from books and online, and if you saw my art back then it would just be a lot of whales, dragons and ponies in the same poses every time

idk if i have any specific tips or tricks ? since idk what you're going for with your own art so i won't be able to give very concrete advice or how-to's n stuff like that ? but if i had to say anything, try looking into doing gesture drawings! they help improve how you understand poses, how to exaggerate them, just overall something quick u can do daily to improve lmao. i mostly just look up poses on pinterest then try to get the flow of them. i just got started on em so inevitably i'm still kinda bad at it but here are a few just to give a quick example

an important thing to note is that u get more fluid poses when you find a line of action first. i used to be really confused when trying to go about finding them, but then my prof defined it as "the longest line of a pose," and even said it's not always the spine (as most people would think). sometimes it's the line from an arm to a leg, or a leg to a leg, even. it helps to draw a circle for the head as well. u could even draw all the lines of the limbs if you want then simplify from there

another tip is to keep reference boards of art u like! dissect how they color, how they portray depth and different angles of the face, etc. just know when to draw the line between picking out things you like about art styles you see and straight up trying to draw exactly like that one artist. i keep a reference board of how artists i like draw klavier, for example, because i want him to have the same jawline maybe, or i like how they color, but i never try to draw him just like they would. tldr the way i draw is just me frankensteining artists i like and combining them with my own art style, and it's not something i'm ashamed of, bc people can still tell it's me, and it's not like i'm copying their ideas or tracing their art lol

related to the last one: download pureref lmao it's literally free and a lifesaver. it makes it so much easier to put collages together and everything is so customizable AND u can even make notes on it. it sits on top of all your applications, and you can move it around, make it as big or as small as you want, and even change the opacity of it??? if you've seen this post, i fr just threw the images together last-minute and took screenshots to add to the ask. if you work on ipad and you're willing to spend a little extra money (because procreate's reference thingy can only hold one image at a time n i don't feel like making a new photo every time i want to add something to my reference board) then vizref is like four dollars and it's almost the same

that's probably all i can offer you ? if you want an arsenal of tips n tricks for art, i always go to @/artist-refs if i'm looking for something specific. the tagging system there is just. amazingly organized, and they even have writing resources too. they haven't been active in a while but it's still a huge archive of resources regardless lol

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Bro, I hope I got this right and that you like it, I'm kinda worried that it's not that great😅 I've never really shown much interest in the 50s, but the research I did looked pretty cool, so I hope this is decent!

Requested by: my good friend @jawline-of-steel 😊💛

What Do You Know About Vampires?

The Lost Boys x reader (set in the 1950s)

Warnings: none

Masterlist

"Why must you always meet with him so late, (Y/n)? Why can't you just have a normal date in the day, like the rest of us?" Kiera complains as we walk down to the Boardwalk, our skirts blowing gently in the cool seabreeze that flows through the town, our neatly styled hair loosening a little from the heat of the warm summer night.

At her question, I roll my eyes, shaking my head at her unwillingness, as well as at her ignorance of the fact that it's not just a "him", but more like a "them".

"Because they have to work during the day, Kiera. Not everyone is as privileged as your Jay is." I remind her, referring to her wealthy husband, Jay, a man everyone knows for his money, rather than his personality.

"Oh, yes, you've told me this before." She rolls her eyes in turn, "What is his job, anyway? You've never said anything about that."

I think for a minute, my brow burrowing as we arrive at our destination, the attraction only just starting to fill up as the sun drops below the horizon, casting the town into twilight, the sky turning a beautiful deep blue. They mentioned it once, when I first met them; I remember being surprised to find out that they all work in the same place, but being unsurprised when they told me what the job actually entailed.

"I think they work as mechanics, somewhere on the outskirts of town." I frown slightly, "I don't remember the name of the workshop, though. All I know is that they bought their motorcycles from the place next door (Note that these are not the same as they are in the movie, but are more decade-appropriate)."

"You keep saying "they". Don't you mean "he"?" Kiera queries, eyeing me suspiciously when I chuckle nervously.

"Well, I mean what I say. It's not a "he", it's a "they"." I clarify, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear as I try not to blush too much, knowing my irrational embarrassment is entirely visible on my face.

She stops abruptly, a hand on my arm as she looks at me in horror.

"You mean...you are in a relationship...With two men?!" She exclaims, blue eyes wide.

I struggle for words for a moment, not entirely sure how to put what I need to say, knowing that she'll find it even more outlandish than what she now thinks.

"Not two people..." I start, thinking through my words.

"Not two? So you're in a relationship with one? And you call him "they"?"

"No, no. What I mean to say, is that I'm in a relationship with four men."

There is silence between us as she stares me down, her mouth falling agape momentarily before she regains her composure, straightening her back as she falls back into step with me, brushing off her skirt as she goes.

"Four?!" Is all she can say, the word hissed out at me as we make our way to the base of the Ferris wheel, walking in and out of the homebound workers in overalls, and their smartly dressed comrades as they filter through the popular summer attraction. A tall man greets us as we move past, the top buttons of his work shirt undone to reveal a patch of tanned skin beneath, the bulging muscles on his arms implying that he works in the construction industry, his dusty overclothes appearing bleached and completely soiled. Beside me, Kiera smiles and laughs flirtatiously as he speaks, her sweet demeanour putting a broad smile on the roughly spoken man's face.

"Yes, I'm in a relationship with four men, who I love dearly, and who love me just as dearly. You know, just the other day one of them told me that they had something very important to ask me." I pause for dramatic effect, "I think they may ask me to marry them!"

"What?! But how?! And what do your parents think?"

At this, I pull a face and look away slightly, a little annoyed that she isn't happy for me.

"In the same manner that everyone gets married, Kiera, it is no unusual affair. And as for my parents," I roll my eyes, knowing exactly what they'll say when they find out, "I value their opinions, but they are sometimes old fashioned in their attitudes. They will hopefully come around quickly once they have met them."

Kiera doesn't reply immediately, an uneasy frown on her face as we reach our destination, the two of us stopping by the great struts of the Ferris wheel in silence.

"I'm happy for you, (Y/n), I really am, but I'm not sure I can quite understand how you manage to maintain a relationship with four men. I find that one is quite enough." She laughs dryly, referring to the hardships she often faces with Jay.

"It works well, thank you." I decide to leave the conversation there, unwilling to keep going, "Is Jay meeting us here, too?"

"Yeah, he should be here in a few minutes." She looks around at the crowd, "He's coming straight from one of his car competitions."

"Oh? Where is it this time?"

"I don't know, he told me earlier, but the names all sound the same to me, so I easily forgot it."

We laugh at this, knowing it to be true.

"You two ladies having fun there?" A familiar, smooth voice interrupts us, the tone teasing as it always is.

Together, Kiera and I turn around to face the newcomers, a smile quickly spreading over my face as I see the four bikers standing there, the lapels of their jackets and shirts turned up against the breeze, their usually neat hair dishevelled from the ride over.

"Oh, plenty, thank you. And you boys?" I reply playfully, letting my eyes roam over their masculine figures, very much enjoying the sight of them.

"All the more that we are here now." David smirks, stepping forwards to kiss my cheek in greeting, letting his lips linger a second or so longer than necessary as I breathe in the brief wave of motor oil and sweat, as well as leather and cologne.

"I'm glad." I smile, letting the other boys do the same as I turn around to face Kiera again, "Kiera, I'd like you to meet David, Dwayne, Marko and Paul."

In turn, each of the boys smirks and gives a wave of their own, Kiera politely greeting them as she struggles to process what she's seeing.

Thankfully, Jay chooses this moment to arrive, the short man running up to us with a call of our names, smiling widely as he takes Kiera around the waist and kisses her, a deep blush appearing on her cheeks as she reciprocates it. Upon seeing this, Paul steps forwards and places an arm around my waist, pulling me against his body as Marko steps up and does the same on the other side, David and Dwayne moving to stand beside their comrades, smiling genially.

Jay eventually pulls away from Kiera, only to double-take when he sees the five of us as we are, a variety of emotions flitting over his features before he settles on a neutral one.

"Hey, (Y/n), how are you?" The young man eventually manages.

"I'm good, Jay. How about you?"

"Good, good, thank you." He responds, staring at the bikers behind me, taking in the grease-stained leather jackets and rolled up trouser legs, enviously eyeing their boots as he compares them with his own smart shoes, evidently wishing he'd dressed differently.

"Jay, this is David, Dwayne, Marko and...Paul, was it?" Kiera steps in, looping her arm through her husband's, watching as he tenses slightly, almost as if shying away from her touch.

The four bikers smile and shake hands with Jay, each of them standing a good head taller than the refined man, a triumphant smirk creeping onto Marko's face when he realises this.

"Well, what's the plan?" I ask them, open to any ideas of how to spend the night.

"I want to go on the Ferris wheel, because it looks very romantic. I think you could benefit from that, Jay." Kiera interjects, smiling playfully up at her husband, though he only grunts and rolls his eyes.

"The Ferris wheel it is. Let's go!" Dwayne chips in, pushing Mark and Paul out of the way as he takes my arm and gently leads me over to the queue to get on, where he carefully wraps his arm around my smaller body, pulling me against him. The others are quick to join us, Paul pouting as he watches Dwayne hold me, David only laughing as he pulls a cigarette out of his pocket, sticking it behind his ear as he searches for his lighter, moving it from his blonde hair before he lights it.

"You got a spare?" Jay asks quickly, leaning forwards a bit as he waits for David's response.

"Sure." The blonde confirms, shrugging as he finds another cigarette and lights it for him, handing it over when it starts to smoke.

"Thanks."

"No problem."

The queue moves slowly, but the boys manage to keep us entertained as we wait, making the time feel much shorter as we laugh our way through the snaking line of people. When we finally manage to get on, we find that we have to split up into five separate pairs, plus one of us who will remain alone, so Paul, Marko and David choose to stay at the bottom, watching ad Dwayne and I settle into a seat together, the brunette throwing his arm around my shoulders as we go. Before we leave the ground, I just about catch the other three discussing something, though I only hear a couple of sentences.

"Are you going to tell her tonight?" Marko asks David, voice sounding curious.

"I think so." Is the reply, before Dwayne and I are too high to hear any more.

*

Two hours pass, the seven of us having a relatively good time together, despite the awkwardness between Jay and the boys, before Kiera and the former decide to call it a night, leaving the rest of us to keep ourselves entertained. By now, the Boardwalk is a little less busy than it usually is, meaning we can walk pretty much unhindered around the different stalls lining the road misreading towards their parked bikes. Already, they have offered to give me a ride home, though I have declined, knowing my parents' distrust of boys and men around me, willing to walk home in any case. Of course, they can't let this happen, and have insisted that they at least give me a ride to the end of the road I live on, but not before they tell me something important.

Curious, I let them lead me onto the beach, David keeping an arm wrapped around my waist as he guides me onto the sand, the pressure feeling reassuring but unfamiliar, as if he's trying to keep me calm. We go a few steps away from the edge of the Boardwalk, making sure that we are out of earshot but still within the light, coming to a stop just on the edge of it.

"What is it that you want to tell me?" I ask, frowning slightly as the others crowd around me, as if trying to stop me from going somewhere.

"Well, (Y/n), we think that you've earned our trust, so we think that we can tell you our deepest, darkest secret. But before I tell you what it is, I need you to swear yourself to secrecy. No one can know about what I'm going to tell you. No one." David starts, giving me a serious look instead of his usual teasing one, blue eyes cold in the harsh light.

"I swear?" I say, looking at him in confusion. What could he possibly need to tell me, that's so secret?

"No, you need to mean it. Swear you won't tell a soul." He almost growls, shaking his head.

"Ok, I swear I won't tell anyone what you're about to tell me." I repeat, trying not to roll my eyes.

"Ok that will do." He pauses briefly, exchanging a look with the others, "What do you know about vampires, (Y/n)?"

Shocked and confused, I frown as I regard the blonde in front of me, wondering if he's maybe inhaled a few too many fumes at work today.

"Vampires?"

"Yes, vampires. What do you know about them?"

It takes me a few seconds to reply, needing to collect my thoughts.

"I know that they don't exist." I say with conviction, eyeing him carefully. Surprisingly, the four of them chuckle quietly, obviously expecting the answer from me.

"And that, my dear (Y/n), is where you are wrong."