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[vivacious-cosmetics]

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[nescence]

Marriage life

JJK men x Fem!Reader

Summary - Basically just you and him in a marriage. Both wholesome and smutty. Involves: Gojo, Getou & Nanami

Warnings: Mirror sex, pervert Getou, praising, masturbating, massage sesh with Nanami ;), overstimulation.

PT2 pending…..

GOJO

You and Gojo are pretty much the rich aunty and uncle. You don’t have kids because your sister has pretty much filled that hole for you and babysitting the two twins is enough.

Movie night is a must with you guys. It’s relaxing and comforting especially on rainy days. So before bed when the kids are over you either watch horror or comedy, all snuggled up in a blanket. Gojo is always the last to fall asleep, it’s like he’s programmed to stay awake and protect you - always being the one to carry each of you to bed carefully.

“Satoru?” You mumble as your body is carefully placed onto the bed. You hear him hum as he covers you up. “The kids…” you trail off, sleep still in your body. He joins you in bed placing a kiss on your cheek then lips. “took care of em, get some beauty sleep” he reassures, arms sneaking around your waist, pulling you closer to him planting another on your forehead before you snuggle into him. The warmth emitting his body immediately putting you to sleep. His embrace has always been comforting, bringing you a sense of saftey you couldn't describe.

Clinginess, Gojo can be clingy whenever you’re off to work. He found it ridiculous why you would want to work in the first place. He had enough money for generations upon generations so you working was always baffling to him. Who in their right mind would work willingly?.

Sweets. You guys could make a factory with the amount of sweets you had in your cupboards. Maybe that’s why he always has an unbelievable amount of energy. Even in bed.

Practically a house husband.

“How’s my beautiful wife doing today?” Spreading his arms wide, Gojo pulls you into a hug. You were tired but you gladly accepted it, letting yourself fall into his hold. His arms remain at your hips staring down at you. “You’re glowing” his eyes sparkle, and you frown.

“Really? I thought I looked like shit” you say but he shakes his head “that’s weird…didn’t use anything new”. Once those words came out your mouth Gojo grins. “I could think of a reason why” his tone was cheeky, eyebrows wriggling as he stares down at you. Realising what he meant, you groan pinching his nipple which makes him jump.

“Ya nasty” rolling your eyes with a smile on your face.

Always, always praising you.

“Look at you…” Gojo practically whispers to himself, watching his fingers circle your wet clit through the mirror. Your body twitching under his electrifying touch, the way the tip of his middle finger delicately presses against your clit has you shaking for mercy. Licking his lips hungrily, his eyes observe. A fucking. Sight. To see.

Your brows curled and bottom lip disappears underneath your teeth. Legs broadened - felt embarrassing to you - like a work of art mirrored at gojo, granting him the sight of every inch and surface of his wife; your pussy glosses under the soft lighting of your bedroom, keeping his glistening cock cosy within whilst drops of cum seep out, running down his length. Your low whimpers sounding like the desperate cry of a pup. Face stained with dried tears. And Gojo loves it, bringing you to such a state to show how much he adores your body, how a stunning woman like you should be treated - he wants to give you nothing but pure pleasure caused by him and him only.

“Ahn~~” you moan, trying your best to keep your legs open as Gojo continues teasing your abused clit. Your sensitivity at a high due to your nonstop cumming. “You’re soo..beautiful [Name]” He lulls into your ear, mouth against your heated skin as he speaks. “Look baby, look” he stops fidgeting with your bud, your eyes avert to his in the mirror. “Don’t ya look fucking gorgeous?” Mouth parted as he speaks, breathing hungrily as he takes your hand into his. Guiding your fingers through your folds, making you spread yourself nice and wide for him to marvel at how well you suck him in, he hisses feeling you squeeze him along with the gorgeous sight. He has your fingers run through your slit, gathering both his and your essence. You exhale at the action any light touch on your clit making you twitch. “Bet you taste as good you look” his eyes lock onto yours, “hmm?”. Your gaze never leaves his blues as he guides your hand up to your lips, the pure intimacy in your eyes as your lips fall open, giving him the opportunity to push your fingers into your mouth. Closing it shut, you relish in the sweet taste of you and your husband, moaning vulgarly as you suck and swirl your tongue around your digits. Causing your husband to further expand within you.

His eyes, lost in yours, clouded by his lust whilst he watches you swirl your hips. Gaining whatever friction from his cock Sitting deep within your walls. All the while you’re lost in the motion, your eyes rolling shut revelling in the sensation. Your sucking becoming weak as you grow a knot within your stomach, mouth loosening and drool running down your chin. Drunk with sweet bliss.

Fucking hell. You’re killing him.

“Fuck…c’mere” his hand faces you towards him, lips immediately magnetise. Giving Gojo a chance to taste both you and him. Hungrily devouring you, not giving you a bit of control as his tongue rolls, leading you whilst moaning. Gojo sucks In a breath feeling your soft walls pulsate and squeeze his girth, his lips hung on yours. Letting out pleasured breaths as he finally moves his hips again, nicely…slowly…gliding his length up into your drenched hole. His name rolls off your tongue barely above a whisper, Gojo lazily kisses you as his mind is now elsewhere, gradually increasing his speed now that both his hands held onto your hips. A yelp slips your tongue feeling his swollen tip hit your cervix. The creamy mess of your cum reaching both ears, evidence of your unceasing sex. Whatever words Gojo grunts out falling into deaf ears, a feeling of rapture throughout out your body. Your vision blurry due to a well up of tears, eyes glued to the ceiling, mouth remaining parted as rhythmic moans are beat out your throat every time Gojo’s hips bounced you upwards.

“Your pussy’s so goood [Name]” Groaning, Gojo spouts out whatever comes into his mind. Big hands squeezing the flesh of your hips whilst he enjoys your cunt socked on him. “Feels so- so good baby- fuck” he grunts eyes catching the motion of his length disappearing into your pussy, a white ring of cum developed around his base. A reminder of your previous rounds, and yet he couldn’t get enough.

Seeing your head hung over his shoulder, tits bouncing, tears streaming….He wants more, he needs to make his wife feel just how fucking amazing she is to him.

GETOU

One thing about Getou is his acts of service, that's his love language. He'd help you with your hair, help with cooking despite being horrible at it. Anything he feels would burden you he'd do it.

Despite his act of service, you love returning the favour - one thing between you two is you self care days. Getou only doing it because of you. You'd help him out with his long silky hair, massaging his scalp, oiling his face. all sorts.

"Is it nice" you whisper softly, smiling as you watch him relax into you. His eyes remain closed as he hums, enjoying the feeling of your fingers scratching his scalp. You chuckle, reaching to get a serum for his face, whilst applying it you lean over to place a peck onto is lips. Getou’s purple eyes fluttering open to be met with the face of his beautiful wife, a fond smile spreads across his face as he watches the softness in your expression as you scrub his scalp. You’re always so gentle and pulpous with him. Just like he his with you.

He reaches his hand to take yours in, you let him although caught off guard. His lips meet your skin, a gentle kiss from him on your hand.

One thing you both love are drives, it didn't matter the destination or if there even is a destination. You both found amusement in having long drives either in comforting silence or with music. And during all that Getou's hands dont leave yours, interlocking your fingers in silence no matter how sweaty it gets he doesn't let go. Unless you stop for a snack.

Whenever your clothes go missing/ get damaged. Getou doesn't hesitate in replacing them. One day a bra or shirt of yours would be gone and the next day it'll be there right where you left it all brand new. Even if when you point out something you like, it'll be in your possession the next day.

Speaking of clothes getting damaged or lost. The reason being?. Your husband. Despite his cool demeanor and being your husband, Getou is a pervert for you. Stealing your clothes, enjoying their scent as he fucks himself using them. Just to make up for when you're not there.

You had gone out to meet your best friend because of an alleged emergency. And now Getou is left alone with his thoughts.

1 hour later, he finds himself watching a show to pass time. Frequently checking his phone to see if you’ve messaged him or called. But nothing. It doesn’t help when the last thing you said to him was hinting at something, something he knew very well what to be.

‘I have some things I wanna try out with you…’

Those words ring in his head and his mind goes into the gutter. Immediately thinking of the videos he came across on your laptop. You’ve both never done that before. Maybe?….

2 hours later, fuck… he groans into his hands. Unable to focus on the show. His dick was aching…throbbing for a release he can’t bear to resist any longer.

10 minutes past, and Getou finds himself digging through your dirty laundry. Eyes laying on that one lace panty he loves on you. He doesn’t waste time pulling the band of his sweats down to set himself free, tip angry and leaking with precum. Veins popping as if he was gonna explode. His mouth goes agape, letting out sharp breaths once he brings the piece of cloth to his nose. His free hand rubs his inflated tip whilst deeply inhaling the musky scent of your cunt.

“Fuck…Baby.” He gasps, eyes rolling as he begins to stroke his cock. Imagining your flooded hole welcoming him in. Desperately pumping him. “Sssshit [name]” he amps up speed, bringing the lace down to wrap around himself. He needs you. He needs so bad and you’re not here.

“[Name], [Name], [Name]— fuck ah—”

It’s not enough. He needs more, he’ll never cum this way. His hips buck into his hand in attempt to gain more friction, to replicate your gummy walls bouncing up and down him. Milking him. Emptying his balls till he’s all dried up.

“Yes baby…shit— ah- ah-”

His hand moves at an alarming speed, his release is right there. Within reach. A few more pants and strokes before he’s finally done, ropes of cum covering your laced panty, Getou hunching over as the release hits him hard. He groans, letting out a few breaths before looking at the mess he made.

All that mess and he’s still hard.

5 minutes pass.

“I need you- I need you-” Getou’s humping your pillow like a dog, rolling his hips into the soft cushion head thrown back at the frictions. “Ohhh fuck, fuck.” already chasing his third orgasm, his tip sensitive and red from the action. Pillow soaked with his cum and sweat running down his torso. Your lace panty lays on the floor all stained with his seed, Getou payed it no mind. Telling himself he’d get rid of it later and buy you a new one tomorrow. Now a new pillow too. Your name chants from his lips multiple times, your face appearing to him every time he closes his eyes.

He just. Couldn’t. Get. Enough.

He wants his dick to be squeezed, drenched, overstimulated to his limit. Your moans, his name leaving your soft lips in a scream. Everything about you makes his thrusts harder. Sweet moans leave his lips, as he goes harder. His mind filled with your every being, voice, touch.

“Suguru”

“Agh…fuck…yes baby” Your voice sounded so real, Getou could only throb at the sound.

“What’re you doing?” Sounded too real, his head snaps to your doorway. Seeing you stood eyes wide as you watch your husband hump your pillow shamelessly. Even then he doesn’t stop, eyes locked on yours feeling not only his heart but his cock best at the sight of you. He should stop, he should stop. He repeats in his head, but his body refuses, the pure sight of you bringing him closer to a finish.

“[Name]” he grunts, face red and hair stuck to his skin. “I need you…please- please-” begging you, his voice cracks, the sounds going straight to your already wet core. And of course, you couldn’t deny it.

NANAMI

One thing about Nanami is his consideration. No matter the situation he’s always have you first in mind. After work he’d always stop by the convenience store to buy you your favourite snacks. Now you have a whole cupboard full of it.

Compared to him, you have much more energy than he does. So every time he’d try his best to entertain your interests since it makes you happy.

Just like Gojo - he praises you every chance he gets.

“Awww kento what’s this” you pick up the stunning dress from the bed, admiring the way it shimmers under the light.

Nanami watches you with a small smile, your eyes sparkling just like the dress “It reminded me of you” he mumbles just enough for you to hear before your throwing your arms around him “Thank you so much. I love it.” You place a long kiss on his cheek, his arms wrap around your waist staring into your eyes as he spoke. “Why don’t you try it on? Since you like it so much let’s show it off” your brows perk up in shock. But then again, you should be used to this.

An hour later you’re coming out the bedroom all dressed up. The light in Nanami’s eyes glows once he lays them on you. What a beauty you are…

“I don’t know what I did in my life to deserve you” He speaks without thinking, reaching his hand out for you to take. “Oh stop it” you wave your hand, giggling like a Highschool girl receiving a compliment from her crush for the first time.

“I’m only stating the truth my love”.

Speaking of showing off. Nanami would never waste a chance to take you out, bringing you to restaurants, making sure you have your fill. Overall showing off his beautiful wife to let the world know how much of a lucky man he is to be graced with such a woman.

Working overtime is a habit Nanami can’t seem to get over. And because of that days or even weeks go by without you guys having that intimate time together. And Nanami, of course, always manages to make it up you.

“This is the least I can do. And no, you can’t return the favour” He speaks sternly, lifting you off the floor - hooking a hand underneath your knees and another around your torso.

“But you’ve been working. A lot. May I add and I’ll feel bad Kento” you argue as he places you on top of the massage bed. He plants a kiss onto your head, walking towards a cabinet “take your robe off”.

You watch him, annoyed by his disagreement. But oblige, a massage isn’t something you can easily pass on. And by your husband? You know it’ll be the best massage of your life. You lay face first on the bed, shuffling so you could get comfortable. You felt slightly chilly since Nanami suggested you go completely naked. But you have no complaints since it’s him.

“You ready?” He checks, his voice coming from your right.

“Mhmm”

Once you said that you felt a cool liquid dripping onto your back. The temperature sending shivers throughout your whole body. Your eyes close feeling his hands rub your back, spreading the oil whilst applying pressure.

“Relax for me [Name]” He spoke so calmly, so softly, it could put you to sleep. And on command you did. Relaxing just as your husband instructs, letting out hums of satisfaction whenever he hits the right spots. “Does it feel good?”. Fuck, his voice. That smooth, deep voice that you love so much. You’re trying so hard to ignore it, to not think so inappropriately about this innocent session.

“Yeah…you’re really good at this hun” you add, feeling his hands right above your rear, circles around your lower back. When he hits a specific spot you moan. “Right there Kento” you hiss as he goes back to area again, circling it until you’re satisfied “S’that good?” He inquires, making sure he’s done enough. And you nod, enjoying the tension being released.

Once he’s done with your back, he moves down to your legs, massive hands rubbing intently. Lathering them with oil. Doing to them what he did with your back.

You feel his hand move upward, now kneading your ass which caught you off guard. But you’re not complaining, rather, you giggle “Saving the best for last?” You imply, hearing Nanami sigh as he continues massaging.

“I won’t give you the satisfaction of my answer” You could hear the smile in his tone. But you don’t push on, enjoying the feeling of his hands on your body.

“Give me a sec”

Once he’s done, you hear his footsteps receding. Coming back after a few seconds later but he doesn’t do anything other stand there.

“Kento? What’re you doi— Ah!—” your husband causes you gasp as his fingers run through your folds with a cold oil. “K-Kento” your eyes expand, letting out a pleasured yelp as you hand springs to grip the massage bed. His fingers stuff you up so well, your insides already writhing. Turning you to mush as your husband's fingers slither deeper within you - the oil making it easier but also acting as an enhancement to your pleasure. What the fuck? you've felt good before but right now... you felt elated. And your moans only grew more intense as he went on.

“Judging from your reaction I made the right choice buying this oil.” He comments, fingers dragging in and out from your sopping cunt. Your eyes squeeze shut as you feel heat pool at your core, his fingers fucked you so good it’s almost embarrassing how they could bring you to this state.

“It’s only the two of us here my love. No need to restrain yourself” And with those words, a stimulation to your clit had you yelping. “Kento!”.

“Yes?”

Nanami is answered with a mewl, your body writhes beneath him. Legs springing up as a result of the overwhelming pleasure. Every once of your body felt hot. You felt goosebumps by your lower back where your husband’s hand laid whilst the other digs into your pussy, bringing you closer to climax.

“Too…ah…too much…” you barely manage to get your words out, constantly falling back into that world of pleasure. Mind solely focused on how your husband’s fingers glide against your sensitive walls, how they rub against clit. Oh…you were so close…and it didn’t go unnoticed by Nanami, he felt your cunt clench around his digits. And with that your husband increases his speed, your body tenses. Legs stretching, and hands clenching as you were on the edge of climax.

Before you knew it. Flashes blind your vision as you came. Soaking your husband’s fingers with your juices.

Nanami gives you a chance to catch your breath, soothing you with a hand massaging your back. But he doesn’t let it prolong for too long since he still had to move into the second part of this massage session.

✦ Finally back on my grind.

[jellogram]

I really want Claire's to stay in business. Like maybe shut down the ear infection roulette situation, but the shop itself NEEDS to be a thing that exists in this world. Thirteen year olds need a place to buy glitter nail polish and body spray that smells like a cupcake factory. Where else are they supposed to go for kid-appropriate cosmetics and accessories? The grown-up stores? I don't want middle schoolers at MAC counter. I don't want them saving up their money for sterling silver. They should be paying $10 for some cotton candy lip gloss and a mood ring that turns their finger green.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

Surprise visit with needs

modern!Aemond x servant!reader

warning : +18, smut, mommy issues, breast play, thigh job (humping), implied age gap (Aemond is in his 20s and reader in her 30s), hurt/comfort, family problems, aemond needs reassurance, kissing, fluff, no use of y/n, nicknames : Ma'm/Mommy/Muse

Summary : Just because you're the second son of the rich Targaryen family doesn't mean you're automatically a somebody. Ignored by his father and mother, Aemond takes the path as a musician, but after a small concert but all the more the cries and accusations of his parents he comes back home exhausted, broken but above all looking for comfort a comfort that only one can give him…

info : OMG the pictures i mean all like how beautiful can someone be an angel, my muse he is so pretty and deserves only more photos thanks for the help in choosing the reader and i wish everyone a lot of fun reading ;)

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The night was cool too late to even call it evening but still too early to herald the morning. A time when no one was on the streets anymore and no one wanted to be in King's Landing even though the city was large with many neighbourhoods and their histories it was still a city riddled with poverty, brutality and the power of the youth who held various parties and concerts every night in the pubs and various factory buildings.

A city that had stood for hundreds of years and had always belonged to them, the dragons as they were called because of the family crest that dated back to the Middle Ages when they conquered the city with fire and had ruled ever since.

The Targaryen family silver haired beauties with more money and influence than you could imagine whether it was the sea routes of trade through the Velaryons or the other influential families like the Baratheons or Arryns it was a family that had many members but above all the family had a black sheep, one member that stood out.

One son is good he is the heir but the second son he is like a shadow never really important always second and never the hope of the future no matter how well he learnt or trained with the sword no matter how many times Aemond met his older brother with the blade no matter how many tournaments and medals he brought back home it never seemed enough never even close.

So he withdrew, though still part of the time, when his father or mother, even his grandfather, or his teacher Criston demanded it, he was there like a ‘dog’, but each time it came back differently less gold more free dragon….at least that's what he thought.

A free dragon who did what he wanted to do, a guitar on his leg playing and his lips on the microphone he entertained the city that had given him more than once what the rich son needed and wanted, on his hands the silver rings and the dragon tattoo on his arm and yet at the end of the day.

When the moon was over the city and the dark alleys were only slightly illuminated, he was still dressed in gold when he went back through the high, thick iron gate and was always let in by the servants or sneaked in.

But then the fire of his parents' disappointment hardly hurt him anymore, it was more the threat that he would take away his guitar and send him away to his great cousin or whatever Rhaenys was related to in order to “get some fresh air” by the sea, as his father always glossed over it.

He sometimes avoided the older man's gaze, sometimes held his own, but all Aemond saw was a rich old man who had overreached himself and couldn't really see what his well-born family was really going through.

But the thing that hurt the most when he looked in his room helpless on the bed and the guitar next to him was hearing his mum's footsteps his mum standing in the open door her disappointment ,,I really thought you were better matured than Aegon I am disappointed Aemond everything is already complicated and you are making it worse" her words clearly audible in the room but he tried not to hear them.

The green and gold always showing the colours of her family, her blood that she always carried close to her and that he himself had worn most of the time but now everything just seemed so monotonous and overwhelming.

He just nodded slightly and looked down at the pain of his scar throbbing, stabbing, disturbing him saying that he was a bad prince a bad son a disappointment before the door closed and he was alone in the room alone with his feelings but most of all with no one to turn to.

I've given everything mother he thought he wanted to tell her but knew it wasn't enough and instead sighed trying to distract himself with his guitar and record collection but after the time of self-pity, hatred and insecurity his stomach grumbled.

He heard the confused growl of Vhagar lying on her dog basket, an old wolfhound that had belonged to his grandfather and just seemed to be going through the motions, a friend when he needed to get out of the castle and someone soft to cheer him up even if it was just rolling the ball back and forth, but when he was hungry Vhagar couldn't help much.

,,Umbās Vhagar I'll be right back’ he commanded the dog in the old language from the former land from which his ancestors supposedly came, but it had been lost for centuries and nothing more than ruins of Valyria remained, but even his ancestors would not help him.

Opening the door to the long hallway, he could hear his brother's snoring even through the door, but above all he could smell the odour of grass and beer, the typical smell of the heir to the throne, ,,How beguiling," he murmured cynically and turned his eyes to see the small ray of light under the room next to his and he calmed down slightly.

His dear sister Helaena was not awake, not a rarity as her interests, which were centred on insects and nature, only allowed few public appearances like his only when necessary.

He had no interest in her insects but he enjoyed her company when he wrote a book of new songs and listened to her thoughts that she spoke to him, some of which he turned into songs and gave her as a birthday present, a thing that always made her happy.

But ignoring his family, knowing that his father was asleep and his mother was probably on another floor for a ‘meeting’ with Criston Cole, he had a clear and safe route down to the first floor where the large open-plan kitchen and living room were located.

The walls honoured the family with old murals of legends and legends of dragons and the taking of King's Landing by his ancestor Aegon and his sisters' wives Visenya and Rhaenys, a legend and story with truth and fantasy that he could learn and interpret in contrast to Aegon whose face he had to see again as he looked at the large family picture but turned his image away from the black and white photograph.

Emotions welled up in him again and he twisted the silver rings on his fingers trying to turn away from the pain of his scar and his mind as he saw the moon shining into the kitchen, his only companion on the way back and oh now there was only one person who would see him.

Still and quiet it was in the house not loud and full of life like the old bar he had played in where people cheered and cheered and listened to him and he felt somehow loved as his body shook with his own voice and the vibration of his guitar.

It was freedom, a life he should have and actually was allowed to have because as a second son he was good for nothing but looking good when his parents needed him to, he was no hope and would never matter.

His emotions boiled inside him as he ripped open the door to the fridge and after grabbing the first best thing he could after what he wanted again he took out the bottle of milk and slammed the door shut again and turned to the pull out cupboard and just took the cereal and poured it into a bowl the little tinkling of the single oat flakes and other dried seeds were almost like music.

But the sounds drowned in the milk as the crunchy sound of chewing kept coming up in the silence and the rich prince sat down on the kitchen counter with the bowl in front of him and brought the spoon to his mouth again and again, savouring the taste of the ice-cold milk with the cereal it felt like the only thing he had eaten after breakfast in the morning before sneaking out again.

It was like this almost every day, sometimes only every other day when he was forced by his mum to join the family or even attend the visit of his half-sister and her family, a thing he hated and his tongue always made a cynical comment to his half-nephew Lucerys.

It may have all been an accident back then, playing around with the sharp letter opener and naive children but the damage was done and now he wore either the black eye patch or the dark blue sapphire prosthetic eye, his injury the only good thing was that his mum was with him again for a long time.

Her voice soft with a hint of worry but mostly love and apology when she held his hand, stroked his head and always gave him a gentle kiss on the head before falling asleep but most of all she was proud of him to get through this being as strong as a dragon for a small moment he had seen that she wished so much that he had become Aemond the firstborn and not his brother Aegon.

But that wish and that time had been over for more than a decade and so now he sat here almost laughing at the irony of it all and yet he seemed to feel the tingling on his skin where she had always touched him, given him comfort whether he was really hurting or lying it didn't matter as long as his mother loved him and wasn't disappointed it didn't seem to matter.

Lost in his thoughts about the time of comfort and love, he noticed too late the footsteps coming towards him from the dark of the house, the woman coming towards him, the high heels making a clacking sound and the dark uniform with white embroidery was an image he saw every day, but even so, when the older woman said ,,Good evening Aemond" he winced violently and dropped the spoon into the bowl, the milk splashing slightly and sticking to the ends of his hair.

His eyes went from the spilt milk to her and he saw that she was still wearing her uniform, she always wore it, there didn't seem to be a day or night when she didn't wear it.

The black dress that went up to her thighs, the dark nylon tights sometimes white or blending in with her skin and clinging to her legs, the black high heels she could run in and often did when his brother threatened to throw up on the carpet and she had to practically carry Aegon into the bathroom.

But the white embroidery on the edge of her dress and on her wrists bright white pure innocent fabric that never had a stain she always seemed to be the purest thing in the house, no the purest thing in his family.

,,Good evening…Miss" he replied and swallowed to moisten his drying throat which didn't quite work so he tried to take a spoonful of the milk which didn't quite work either as half of it was in his dark hair and on the kitchen counter.

As always, she smirked, her lips a slight smile and her voice revealing joy and slight infatuation when the prince addressed a simple servant as Miss, but he had been doing this too since she had been here for as long as he could remember, she was there for them all and especially for him, ,,I could have made you something proper" she said casually and came up to him he saw her casually drop a silver thimble into her dress pocket.

His mother had always insisted on having her clothes hand-tailored by her and it had to be extravagant but it took a bit of time she only had at night or in the morning.

,,No need I just wanted something small" he lied and he saw her briefly sceptical look as she looked at him and still turned away to grab a drying cloth and held it under the tap she wiped the milk off the kitchen counter and he only now realised how close she was to him.

He blocked the stains but she only briefly put a hand on his wrist and signalled him to stay seated but instead of continuing to eat his food he couldn't help but feel the warmth on his leg and side as she moved to clean him, her warm soft body pressing against him again and again.

Aemond almost flinched when she used the drying towel to lightly dry his hair and a few of the stains on his khaki trousers and the light-coloured helmet to make it easier to wash, ,,Don't-you don't have to do it," he tried to stop her but she put his hand aside and took the bowl from his hand.

He almost felt stupid just sitting here, being served everything like his brother and having everything given to him but…now just as she put the cloth aside and gave him an almost motherly look, ,,Don't you? Oh Aemond how many times has it happened now mhh?" she asked him alluding not only to their nightly meetings but also to the nights and mornings when he had to deal with his parents, his feelings were hurt and a broken boy who could never lie in his mother's arms again longed for exactly that.

A prince who wanted to be king in the shadow of his brother and would never be of the same value again, a maimed prince who deep inside longed for something he would never get again.

,,I-I wanted to apologise he threatened me again but mother her disappointment burned like a fire" he admitted slowly lowering his head he looked at the soiled clothes and he felt the lump in his throat as he thought of his mother's look again.

She only seemed to look at him like that for the last few months and weeks since the day he had dyed his light hair black and taken care of his business but since then Alicent hadn't even hugged or touched her second son. It was as if he didn't exist and he longed for more physical contact night after night.

No one appreciated him in what he did, no one appreciated her, it was she who had taught him to play the guitar, had practised with him, had given him a hug after his first concert instead of the shouting of his parents and the jokes of a brother that Aemond Taryren preferred to socialise with the common people rather than the big crowd.

But she like a ghost was always with him even when the tears rolled down his cheek when his mother hurt him like no one else could, ,,I'm sure she would have understood, I get it you were looking for fun, recognition and love is normal no shame" her voice replied softly.

Not a hint of reproach to be heard in it as her hand laid on his cheek her fingers caressed his skin and he slowly closed his eye and snuggled up to her hand. Warm and soft as everything of hers she always welcomed him into her arms as he leaned his head against the crook of her neck.

She always smelled of sweet biscuits and warm clothes, a smell that represented a mother to him, a sense of security that he so wanted to have again, ,,I was never good enough," she heard the words that had probably plagued him all evening as his fingers wrapped around her, he squeezed her and she held him, stroking his back and he slowly, slowly pressed himself closer to her, trying to push his neediness straight towards her.

,,Shhh don't say that for me you've always been more than enough Aemond,’ she made him hear what he needed, what he wanted before he lifted his head to look at her his eye dark in the night seemed to slowly replace itself with lust and desire before he came closer to her just waiting for her consent which she gave him with a nod before he pressed his lips to hers.

His fingers that were on her tightened not tearing at her fabric yet he seemed afraid she would leave him, let go like his mother that she would never hold him his sigh sent a shiver down her spine as his centre slowly pressed against her thigh as she stood practically between his legs.

The cold leather of his black jacket fell away from his shoulders as she slipped it off, ,,I'm only here for you," she told him again, slightly breathless as she ran her fingers over his lip and kissed his scar, noticing the twitching of his skin with excitement and arousal.

His reaction warmed his cheeks and he closed his eye enjoying this special kind of love on something grotesque like him and she almost thought she heard a whimper from him, ,,You love me" he said but she knew it was more of a question than a statement her fingers trying to reach his shirt were held by him almost shaking with ignorance.

,,Of course I love you like a mother loves her child, a dragon loves fire or humans love money…in the end I will be everything you want me to be Aemond," she reminded him, still reminding him of the reality he was in with her, where they were and what it would mean if they were discovered.

Their eyes met she almost thought she saw tears in his eyes until she saw a slight smile of satisfaction his lips kissed her hands and he nuzzled her lips again seeking another kiss to get close to her and savour her love.

Her fingers opened his shirt slightly and stroked his unblemished skin massaging his taut muscles slightly and a relieved moan came over his lips, ,,That's it, just relax my love," she whispered, her lips lightly kissing his neck and sometimes her fingernails leaving red streaks that seemed to burn like fire for a moment.

She noticed his own efforts at arousal as he slowly rubbed against her thigh while his hands pushed her dress up just a bit, he would never expose her the way Aegon had tried several times.

She was his muse, the substitute for a mother's comfort or simply a past of his own that he wished he could have had longer, ,,May I? " he asked as his fingers travelled up her dress, gently making small circles or scratches as he felt her underwear under the fabric but his fingers were on the top of her dress.

However, she realised herself that with his touches and kisses, her body was also reacting to him, the slight arousing throbbing in her middle, the tingling in her body that made her nipples slowly harden and she could see very well that even in the low light that his eye had fixed on her breasts, her nipples were pressing lightly against the fabric, even the bra couldn't hide it, ,,Of course you can," she gave Aemond permission and pulled back from him, giving him what he wanted as his skilful fingers pulled the fabric of her dress down slightly to rest against her bra.

She smirked as she saw his brief puzzlement in his eye her bra was the same dark sapphire colour as his eye but it seemed to please the prince for a moment creating a smirk, ,,A pretty colour" he murmured.

His fingers ran with a light pressure over the lacy bra feeling her goose bumps the warm soft skin but most of all he enjoyed her sigh and encouragement as he lightly massaged her breasts, these full-on encounters had happened too often for him not to know what she liked.

The prince had been too busy with her and what would have been a shame a hundred years ago seemed to be just another bad joke in his whole weird family, ,,Always so hasty," she murmured as he pulled down the lacy fabric covering her nipples faster than usual and looked at her nipples and he immediately let go of her apologetically, she saw how it unsettled him as it reminded him of the question of whether he had done something wrong.

But just as quickly a moan came from his lips and a closing of his eyes as her hand went to his bump and stroked his hardness, ,,But a good boy no matter if you hurry go ahead Aemond I'm not going anywhere" she assured him and her other hand twisted one of the silver rings on his before she picked it up and kissed it sucking lightly and seeing with satisfaction that his cheeks had darkened another shade.

The tightening of his groin replaced his mind of uncertainty with lust as she slowly let go of him and gave herself to him again she let him do it felt him turn to her breasts again for a moment before she let out a throaty moan as his lips came to her nipple almost cautiously knowing what he was doing was shameful like his brother had done in the past but her hand on his head playing with the dark hair assuring him it was okay he closed his eye.

His body relaxed, his breathing steady and the slight sucking sound could be heard as he sucked on her nipple, his fingers massaging the other and her hand caressing him as he rubbed against her thigh every now and then a stifled moan and grunt could be heard.

She knew he would love to have something, something she could not give him until her body was in a certain state but such a thing the dutiful Aemond would never do, Aegon yes but the shame he would bring would be impossible.

Instead he made do with what he had his change was clear to see the uncertainty and hatred and disappointment was gone a broken prince relaxed in the arms of a mother figure he loved in a way even though they were not related.

It was a different kind of affection yet it was an affection a feeling that went with lust ,,So good my muse" she heard his murmur as he looked up at her as she saw lust and gratitude in the dark eye a look of a rich man fallen deep from his dragon fallen.

Her hand brushed from his head over his scar again and gave him a soft kiss on the forehead as she stroked him a little faster, ,,Anything for a good boy," she replied and pressed him against her again, letting him take the pace of his arousal as he rubbed himself against her again and again, following the high as he almost rocked back and forth as if she were holding him properly in her arms.

But he didn't let go of her, he continued to give himself to her, to this secure hold, to the arousal, and she heard his lustful sounds more and more steamed as he rubbed himself against her faster and she kept whispering to him how good he was.

How good and a good boy he was for her, she knew that Aemond needed this and even if the limit of the one-time had long since been crossed, they both knew that it couldn't last forever.

No matter it didn't matter because in the lust her words were lost in his foggy mind where he was trembling with lust holding on to her ,,I-I gonna-ah please" she heard his ragged words barely intelligible in the noise of the large room and yet she knew he was close to his climax the heavy rushed breathing, the needy look in his eye when he looked up at her through his lashes the lust soaked gaze nothing but neediness could be seen.

Her hand played with the lengths of his hair knowing he would wait for her for the words she made him do the neediness before she murmured ,,Come for mummy" to him the whimper and groan he heard as he buried his head in the crook of her neck with a jerk and held on to her and for a moment seemed to forget everything around him.

A sight of shame, lust and embarrassment would see them both like this but it was egall it was egall that he needed her in a perverse way that was not lustful, it was egall that she was above him and could command him if she wanted to because as soon as he broke away from her he was Aemond Targaryen the second prince and millionaire again and she was nothing more than the nameless servant.

She took her hands from him after a few minutes and felt him almost grumble as he lost her warmth, lost her security and devotion, ,,Don't…don't leave me," she heard his voice softly, barely more than a whisper as he reached for her wrist but she pulled it away and adjusted her bra and dress before taking his face in her hands.

The brightness of his eyes returning as the night slowly threatened to end and the royal house of Targaryen would return to ‘normality’ she gently stroked his scar, ,,I am here Aemond call me and I am here ask for me and I am here I will always be here if you need me my prince" she replied and gave him one last kiss on his bruised skin before pulling away from him.

She took the drying towel and the leather jacket with her she would wash the rest of his clothes during the day she heard the clacking of her shoes as he scurried from the kitchen counter ,,Good night" he said after her again it seemed almost ironic to say it now when they had spent the last few hours together and yet he heard her laugh heard her amused laugh which pleased his own comfort.

,,Good night my Prince Aemond I am proud of you…and your last concert’ she said back to him as she gave him one last smile and the younger wondered if she had been in the crowd that liked him at all his concerts so far.

With the sun slowly rising, maybe it really did seem like she was always by his side when he needed her and she was there to rescue him from the ruthlessness of his family into her own dragon fire.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

@vipervixxen , @thefangirlsblog , @rl-nancyholbrook , @reylatargaryen

[blue-sadie]

A Wanted Criminal

Anakin x Criminal Reader

Prt 1. Prt 2

Summary: he knew you did this for attention so he gives it to you everytime he catches you Warning: plot twist

Yn/3rd person pov

The rush of adrenaline ran through my vains as I ran from the storm troopers jumping over poor citizens roofs parkouring over the streets not listening to their shouts of threats.

I stopped at the edge of the roof i was standing on and turned to them "I'd like to see you try" I leaned backwards giving them the middle finger as I fell.

Their scream of terror made me laugh as I landed on a tented roof "hey" the shop keeper yelled but shut up as I threw him a shack of gold as I slipped off the roof onto the ground.

He mumbled a thanks as I put on my hood to blend into the crowd, I weaved myself through the groups of people keeping an eye out for any troopers.

"Can you see her" I slipped into an allyway and pressed myself up against a wall as I caught sight of a group coming towards me "negative let's check that way" I sighed in relief as they walked away.

I walked further into the dark allyway and climbed over a broken fence and peered around me to make sure no one was looking before entering the old factory I called my home.

I shut the creeking down and sighed in relief as I layed down my bag I closed my eyes and massaged my shoulders and moved in auto pilot to my kitchen.

I bit my lip feeling his presence in my living room area "I missed you in the chase today" I murmured grabbing a water from my small fridge.

He laughed and threw something at me, I tried dodging it but one side of the handcuffs attached to my while the other attached to an exposed pipe.

I huffed pulling at it before turning to him "I never knew you were this kinky" I murmured making him chuckle and shake his head as he walks closer.

"And what if I am" he murmured as he bit his lip his piercing eyes staring into mine, I smiled at him and tilted my head up to look at him as he was only a foot away from me.

"Then maybe I would've gotten into something more comfortable" I whispered teasingly making him groan we had been seeing eachother behind the jedi councils back it was like a game, I escaped from the troopers and other jedis sent after me but I could never escape him he knows me to well.

"Well we can always do that right now" he growled before moving his lips to mine as his hands settled themselves on my hips, "fuck I missed you" he muttered against my lips as he moved me to the wall.

"I did to" I whined he quickly moved his lips to my neck as he started to take off both of our clothing intill we were naked.

"Hmm I see my marks are fading" he murmured as he pulled back to gaze at my body, his eyes lingering on my hips where you could faintly see the outline of his hands from the last time we were together.

He was quick to move one of his hands to ran his fingers up and down my slit he smirked and showed me his glossed fingers from my wetness "someone's craving me" he murmured.

He again pressed his body back up against me this time i gasped feeling his bare cock against my body "its not like you haven't seen it before" he teased making me roll my eyes.

"Shut up" I murmured making him laugh "that could be arranged" he said before swiftly pushing himself inside I gasped at the sudden fullness my free hand moving to hold his shoulder to keep myself balanced.

"Fuck" he muttered and slowly started to pump himself in and out, his hands gripped my hips tightly as he began using it to move me with his thrusts.

"Ani" I moaned as he started increasing in speed, his only response was quite grunts and large releases off breath as he focused on fucking me.

He muttered quietly to myself as he moved one of his hands up to my cuffed hand and released me and before I could speak he picked me up forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist as he continued to fuck me as he moved us to my old couch.

"Yn" he groaned as he layed me down on the couch and use the angle to push himself inside me further, a squeal left my lips as he began hitting that one spot.

"A-ani fuck" I moaned as I felt myself start to clench around him making him groan out "i-im gonna" I cried out inside pleasure before I could finish my sentence.

He cursed loudly as he did his final thrusts before releasing inside me his seed coating my insides "fuck" he panted and layed gently on top of me keeping his cock inside "I love you yn" was the last thing I heard before I drifted to sleep.

The next morning I woke up someone tagging at me and when I woke up I saw troopers cuffing me and when I saw anakin obi was standing beside him and the words he said shattered my heart.

"Good work anakin you may become a jedi knight after all"

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[melanieratford]

I’M ENGAGED!

On May 5th, 2015, my best friend gathered a bunch of people to go see Avengers: Age of Ultron at the theater in the town next to my hometown. At the time, I was in no mood to be in a relationship... As I had only been single for maybe 6 months. When we got to the theater, she pointed across the foyer and said “There’s my college friends.”... I zeroed in on the guy that had the Sheldon Cooper shirt and yelled “OH MY GOD! SHELDON!”. I did NOT realize the guy I had just yelled at was super cute until AFTER I had yelled at him.

When we got into the actual theater, most of the college friends sat in the front, but the cute guy sat next to me. The more he talked, the more I liked him. I wanted to hold his hand, but I had just met him. It was kind of awkward because, on the other side of me was my best friend and her boyfriend who were cuddling...

After the movie, half of us went to IHOP and the others went to Rosa’s Tortilla Factory. The cute guy went to Rosa’s... He should have come to IHOP.... Because the other girl that was with my half of the group and I wouldn’t shut up about how cute the boy who sat next to me was. My best friend ended up scolding him the next morning saying stuff like “You’re in so much fucking trouble! My friends wouldn’t shut up about how cute they think you are!”. He asked her if he could have my number and she angrily said “YES! You can have her number!”. On April 4th, 2016, after almost a year of talking and getting to know each other, we started dating. A year later we went to see the live action remake of Beauty and the Beast. I got us rings that say “His Beauty” and “Her Beast”.

On May 5th, 2023, 8 years after we first met, we went to the theater in my town (the theater we met at closed down) to see Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3. After the movie, he took me in front of the big poster in the theater’s foyer and proposed! Obviously I said “YES!”! His mom took pictures and gave us a $50 gift card to On The Border. When we left the theater, we went to the restaurant and ate Tex-Mex on the patio while we enjoyed live music. It was absolutely perfect!

Funnily enough, my fiancé accidentally let it slip what day he was gonna propose on before Ant-Man and the Wasp: Quantumania even came out, so I had time to prepare and make myself perfect. I got us shirts that were just like what we wore the day we met. I bought makeup and nail stuff to make sure my nails and makeup looked amazing and we both asked for the day off. I don’t wear makeup! Yet, for this day, I wore Sailor Moon eyeshadow and lip gloss, as well as eyeliner and mascara!

@candysweetposts edited Castiel’s proposal illustration to look like my fiancé and me. I sent her pictures of what we were gonna wear so that it would be as accurate to how the proposal would actually look as possible. I even sent her a pic of my engagement ring (because I helped my fiancé pick it out).

Drachea Rannak did a wedding image of our My Hero Academia characters, Slipstream and Kaiju, at their wedding. The background is the ballroom from the animated Beauty and the Beast and the arch is the Infinity Stones. Margot’s dress is the style I want, but I’m thinking about getting a black dress, so my fiancé is able to see her outfit and not have to worry about bad luck. We’re gonna use this image as our “Welcome Sign” for the wedding. Drachea also sent me the foreground of just the two of them so that I can get a custom acrylic stand made for the cake topper!

[btshoseong]

👣. !!: HOSEONG’S PROFILE & FACTS ‧₊˚

↺ 💌 ࣪ ˖ ∿ 1998 , @tw ; mild mention of suicide & family death.

⊂ THE ✶ BASICS ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕birth name - park hoseong ( 박호성 ) !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕nicknames - nation’s son , bangtan’s wow factor , ceo height factory , flowering knight , mr shoulder gate bridge , fake maknae , international heartbreaker , worldwide pop boy , number one billboard singer !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕birth date - december 31st , 1994 !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕age - 29 ( korean age ) / 28 ( international age ) !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕zodiac sign - capricorn !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕birthplace - daegu , south korea !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕hometown - buk-gu district , daegu , south korea !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕residence - yongsan-gu , seoul , south korea !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕nationality - south korean !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕ethnicity - south korean !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : languages - korean ( 100% – mother tongue ) , japanese ( 70% – general knowledge ) , english ( 70% – general knowledge ) !

⊂ PHYSICAL ✶ TRAITS ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕height - 6’2 ft | 187.9 cm !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕eye colour - light brown !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕natural hair colour - black !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕modifications - multiple ear piercings , multiple tattoos , tongue piercing , nipple piercings , lip piercing !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕blood type - ab + !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : face claim - kim mingyu ( seventeen ) !

⊂ CAREER ✶ INFO ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕stage name - se3oul !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕positions - main vocalist , main dancer , sub rapper , centre !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕representative emoji - 🦁 !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕debut date - june 13th , 2O13 !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : group - bangtan sonyeondan ; bts !

⊂ PERSONAL ✶ INFO ⊃

╭・ฅ🕸﹕mbti - enfj-t !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕family - mother , father , younger sister ( deceased ) !

﹕・ฅ🕸️﹕positive traits - receptive , reliable , passionate , altruistic , charismatic !

╰・ฅ🕸️ : negative traits - unrealistic , overly idealistic , condescending , intense , overly empathetic !

⊂ HIS ✶ TRIVIA ⊃

HE WAS BORN in buk-gu , DAEGU , south korea which is the same district as suga.

HIS FAMILY CONSISTS OF: mother, father and his younger sister who died by suicide in 2O15 when he was only 21.

EDUCATION: kyungsang high school ; global cyber university.

HIS FATHER WAS a local legend who used to make music on the streets and sometimes HOSEONG would accompany him and sing his original songs. this is how he was first scouted by JYP and many other labels following thereafter.

HE WAS originally a JYP trainee until he heard GLOSS (suga’s old underground stage name) had been recruited into BIGHIT which is why he left to join bighit too. he was a fan of SUGA since pre-debut.

HIS FAVOURITE DRINK is CHOCOLATE milk but JEONGGUK doesn’t like it as much and he was offended so he once swapped out all of the banana milk for chocolate milk when they were living in the dorms. (15.06.18 VLIVE)

SE3OUL SAID the body part he is most CONFIDENT about on himself is his big HANDS.

HE SAYS the weather can affect his mood immensely in either a negative or positive way, he’s more HAPPY when it’s sunny and bright outside and tends to be a little more GLOOMY when it’s cloudy or wet.

HIS FAVOURITE COLOUR is red.

WHEN ASKED to rank the most ATTRACTIVE member, he said he was in awe and basically fell in love when he had first met V. he thinks v is the most attractive member in BANGTAN.

HE IS often described as a ‘LYRICAL GENIUS’ for helping to write a lot of the group’s songs and his own SOLO projects.

HIS FAVOURITE NUMBER is 8.

SE3OUL LOVES listening to instrumental MUSIC and wants to try composing a piece inspired by the stuff he listens to if he finds the TIME someday.

his “FAKE LOVE” fancam has surpassed over 150M VIEWS which is the most viewed fancam in KPOP history.

HE HAS read some fan FICTION that army have made about him. (18.04.17 VLIVE)

HE’S A GREAT multitasker and once read an entire PAGE of a book whilst simultaneously carrying THREE plates and a glass cup to the KITCHEN sink.

HE SAYS HE was really POPULAR in school. the kids would always come to HIM if they were in trouble and needed HELP.

HE SLEEPS IN everyone’s bunk but his OWN. he’s very CLINGY and always needs something/someone to HUG or he can’t fall ASLEEP.

IN THE DORM, SE3OUL is in charge of TAKING out the TRASH.

HOBBIES: collecting vintage BOTTLE caps, pestering his hyungs, playing GAMES with army and CRICKET.

HE is a big KENTO YAMAZAKI fanboy and wants to MEET him someday. he said he will ask kento to SIGN his forehead if he EVER meets him.

HE IS labelled one of the STRONGEST members in BANGTAN with around 22 years of JUDO training under his belt. he started when he was 6 and still continues to TRAIN to this day.

SE3OUL’S MOTTO: “your EGO can cost someone their LIFE. it’s better to be a GOOD HUMAN.”

HE DOESN’T LIKE vegetables much but he says he FORCES himself to EAT them because he wants to be BIG and STRONG and wants to make JIMIN feel small.

AS OF DECEMBER 2020, SE3OUL was gifted a DALMATIAN puppy by the members that he ADOPTED and named park JINAM.

PEOPLE are usually INTIMIDATED when they first meet HIM, but end up realising he’s in actual fact a GOOFBALL.

SE3OUL WAS ranked 3rd in the “TOP 100 handsome FACES of 2018”.

SE3OUL’S IDEAL DATE: “go to a FAIR and play some games, then go to the BEACH while walking along the SAND holding HANDS. when we get home i wanna WATCH a bunch of old movies TOGETHER until we fall ASLEEP cuddling.”

💬 — OTHER MEMBERS ABOUT SE3OUL.

RM: “a very SCARY guy if people aren’t CAREFUL. he’s usually the sweet type so it’s RARE, but he doesn’t hold back what’s on his MIND, especially around those that are RUDE. he’s protective over his OWN.”

JIN: “he’s a little RELUCTANT to rest so it’s WORRYING. at certain times i’ll see him SNEAK out to practice more during REST periods. he can be a cute puppy to others but is stubborn and HARSH on himself, UNJUSTLY so.”

V: “matches my ENERGY without hesitation. he’s always ready to try NEW things and isn’t AFRAID of what people think about him, tends to be LOUD but he’s a VERY ENTERTAINING hyung. i LOVE him.”

JEONGGUK: “definitely has this COMMANDING aura about him when he’s in that SORTA serious mood. he doesn’t even TRY and he’s ABLE to get everyone’s ATTENTION. ah, he’s SO COOL.”

JIMIN: “a very BRAVE guy for SURE! teases me more than ANYONE else but it’s hard to be mad. he’s a GOOFY character, but he has a GOOD heart and a GREAT ear [for listening]. i love to SPOIL him, he’s mine and MINE only.”

SUGA: “has that distinct THIRST for success that will lead him to ACHIEVE great things. he puts a lot of EFFORT and determination into his WORK and what he likes. also empathises WELL with others.”

J-HOPE: “makes a lot of RANDOM sound effects that are both CUTE and cool. he could PROBABLY be a beat BOXER. also has a MANLY body and sharp features so it’s surprising when he can pull off AEGYO so well. it makes me JEALOUS.”

IN THE DORM he shares a room with V. (180327: BTS’ JHOPE & JIMIN – MORE MAGAZINE MAY ISSUE)

SE3OUL’S IDEAL TYPE is someone who is SENSITIVE and can hold their OWN [in difficult situations]. maybe someone OLDER but he isn’t too PICKY as long as they can keep up with his SPONTANEOUS personality. he likes THOSE with a natural aegyo CHARM.

[anna-neko]

every once inna while its nice to remember that cringe is dead, i have zero taste and my Youtube algorithm is 'bout to get wrecked

of course the corporately-created fake lesbians are an earworm buried deep

u can taste the early 2000s sheer lip-gloss in this beat! (and maaaaan did I used to make fun of Ms Sourpuss for completely missing the badly-written "vibrator" innuendo. It couldn't fool a 5-year-old)

which leads to a trio literally created by an "American Idol"~esq show called "Star Factory" so they don't even get a unique name just... Factory....

why did this always make me think of Chobits.... can't possibly be the whole "start me up" wind-up imagery

ok sure... thanx algorithm, so glad you absolute dove deep

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IT’S NEVER OVER

Joel Miller x F!OC

Summary: Jessie tries to return to normal life after Joel fixed her car the night before, and subsequently, took over a portion of her mind since the moment she drove home. In an attempt to bury herself in her work to distract herself, she found out she needed Joel much sooner than she anticipated.

Words: idk yet

Warnings: not edited, oblivious mutual pining, fluff, friends to lovers

CHAPTER THREE -- RED LIGHT, GREEN LIGHT

MAY 2, 2002

Butterflies. Huh. Jessie hadn't felt like that in a long time. He was just being nice, right? An established contractor, a very handsome one at that, could be interested in her? To Jessie, he was entirely out of her legue, especially when compared to the men she'd wasted her time on before. That's not what Jessie wanted to do this time around. She couldn't bare to be toyed with anymore, so she needed to be cautious. Either he was the one or love simply didn’t exist. She came to realize over the years that this was true, just for different reasons.

She had a hard time falling asleep that night. She found herself smiling as her mind wandered every time she closed her eyes. She didn’t dream of him once she finally drifted off, in fact she didn’t dream at all. When she opened her eyes, it was suddenly morning but she didnt feel like she slept at all. After a few moments, something felt off. It was much too bright in her room for her usual wake up time for her sunday brunch shift.

“Shit!” She was on her feet in a split second, rushing around to get ready. She fixed the long braid she put her hair in before bed, threw on her uniform, and took the extra few seconds to put a glittery pink gloss on her lips. she raced down the creaky stairs, passing her brother who sat on the couch watching the news.

“Morning! Mom made—“

“I can’t, Leo, I’m late!” She called back as she made it to the back door in the kitchen. She quickly grabbed her dingy tennis shoes and sat down at the table to put them on. The smell of garlic, tomatoes, fresh bread and eggs made her stomach rumble.

“At least take some toast, honey,” her mother, still in her bathrobe and pajamas, emerged from her room off of the kitchen. She took a peice of the perfectly buttered bread she staged next to the pan on the stove and handed it to her daughter.

“Thanks, Ma.” Jessie took the bread after tieing off her second shoe and took a grateful bite. She gave her mother a hug, towering over her petite frame while being average height herself.

“You work too hard, my love.” Her mother squeezed her for as long as she let her. Once her brother entered the room as well, she kissed her on the cheek.

“I love you, Ma,” She avoided the comment, still chewing her bread. She turned to hug her brother as well, who pecked her forehead.

“You’ll be home before dinner?” The girl nodded, taking another bite. They separated and she slung her purse over her shoulder, grabbing her keys off the table. They said their final goodbyes as she walked out the door, a little less flustered and more put together than before.

Her drive to work started out normal. Her car was a little squeaky on a good day and was a bit of an eyesore, but it got her to work and back. That’s all she needed, and frankly, all she and her family could afford. It was her brothers car before he got a new one after getting the factory job. Everything was going to plan, she would be later than she normally was, but if she hussled, she’d be there with a few minutes to spare. But as she could see the stoplight, her halfway point to the diner, she felt a slight jolt in the car. Then, before she could process what was happening, she could hear her car sputtering out in the middle of the road. She tried to accelerate, but it was no use. She thought quickly enough to pull over to the side, in utter disbelief as she put the car in park.

“You have to be kidding…” She sat there for a moment, stunned at her unluckiness as cars honked and drove around her. She rummaged through her purse after a moment, looking for her phone. Sitting on top of it was a sharp index card with “Miller Construction” plastered on the front. She could just call her brother but she’d have to tow her car, and that was money she couldn’t afford to spend. She fought back in forth with herself for a few moments. Time was ticking and the sun was beating down on her in the hot car. Before she knew it, she was dialing the number on the card, her heart pounding as she listened to it ring.

“Miller Construction.” He answered casually.

“I- um—“ Jessie quickly realized how ridiculous this all was. Why would she bother a stranger with this? “It’s Jessie, from the diner…”

He didn’t respond for a beat, so she continued. “Listen, I’m broke down on the side of the road and I’m gonna be late—“

“Where are you?” She was almost caught off guard by his willingness to help her. He hardly knew her. She took a second to look around for street sings.

“I’m on St. Claire and 13th, right next to the Shell—“

“I know where that is, stay put. I’ll be right there.” And with that, he hung up. Somehow, Jessie was left even more confused and flustered than before. She instantly called her boss afterward despite how she was feeling. No matter what, she could not lose this job. Thankfully, her southern-bell waitress was more than understanding.

She waited for what felt like forever, tapping her foot nervously on the floorboard. She recognized their truck as soon as it pulled onto the road, seeing the brothers smiling faces in the front. Tommy pulled it right up next to her, and she couldn’t help but smile as Joel leaned out the window.

“Hi, darlin’. Got a flat?” She shook her head, hoping he didn’t notice her blushing.

“No, she just died on me while I was driving.” Joel climbed out of the truck, the sun forcing him to squint as he looked down at her. Tommy pulled the truck around to align the bed with the front of the car as Joel opened the driver-side door. She gazed up expenctantly for a moment, making his own stomach flutter.

“Scoot over.” He nodded to the passenger seat. She glanced ahead as Tommy hooked something under her car and understood.

“Right, sorry.” She climbed over the center console and almost fell into the passenger seat. Joel attempted to sit down, but quickly realized he couldn’t fit without drawing the seat back first. She stifled a chuckle as he struggled to adjust the seat. He finally settled in with the seat all the way back and tilted just a bit. She could smell his musky cologne instantly.

“Much better.” He sighed before putting the car in neutral. Tommy stuck his hand out the window, giving him brother a thumbs up, which he mirrored.

“Thank you. Really. I would’ve had to pay to get it towed.” Her eyes scanned him as she spoke, taking in the sight of him. God, even the way he sat was so nonchalant yet tempting.

“It’s no problem. I hate to say it but even I get bored on Sundays. My only day off.” He chuckled a bit, leaning on the center console with his muscular arm.

“Let me repay you. Next time you come in, it’s on me.” Their body language was saying everything they didn’t want to say. Turned towards eachother, shoulders relaxed, and it was a good thing Tommy was leading because Joel couldn’t keep his eyes off of her. He knew how much she hated that uniform but it was so damned cute on her.

“Fine. You’re still getting tipped though.”

Jessie spoke too soon, though. Once the brothers got her car to Joel’s garage, she quickly realized a free dinner wasn’t nearly enough. Joel couldn’t find a problem under the hood, so he tried looking underneath her car as Tommy held a flashlight. It was at this point that Sarah emerged from the front door, three waters in hand.

“Hi!” She said cheerfully. “Thought you might be thirsty.” She handed the first one to Jessie.

“Thank you! Your dad’s just looking at my car for me.” She’d heard loads about Sarah. What a good kid she was, how much she took after her father, and some of the things she liked.

“Yeah.” She chuckled knowingly. “He was talking about you last night.” As if it were a reflex, Joel sprang to his feet to meet his daughter.

“Thank you, Sarah. You can go back inside, it’s hot.” He took the last two water bottles and shooed her away. She gave Jessie a pointed look before turning to leave. She glanced at Tommy, who was smiling and holding back laughter.

“Looks like your fuel filter needs changed.” Joel changed the subject, hands stained with oil and sweat beading on his forehead. Fuck. She could hardly focus on what he was saying but it sounded expensive.

“I’ll have to go to the auto shop later. I’ll take you to work on the way so you’re not more late than you already are.” He set one bottle aside for Tommy and opened the other one, drinking selfishly and letting it dribble down his chin.

“Um, sure!” She could hardly speak, let alone know what to say. “But that sounds like a lot of work, no? And money?”

“Don’t worry about it, darlin’. I’ll get it taken care of.” He placed a strong yet comforting hand on her arm, that familiar smoulder on his face.

“Then let me babysit. It takes a village. Maybe I could give her some guidance.” It was the perfect solution. He’d fix her car in exchange for a few weeks of free babysitting and she’d get to keep seeing him. She saw the same realization hit him as a smile tugged on his lips.

“Sure. Whatever helps you sleep at night.” He let his hand fall, passing by her to get in his truck that was now parked behind her car. He gestured to the passenger seat again. She quickly followed, having to hoist herself up into the cabin. Once she closed the door, they were locked in again, their own little bubble.

“Thank you, again. For everything.” She repeated sincerily. He was silent for a moment, reading the expression on her face as he pulled away from his house. Her smile was almost inviting.

“Don’t mention it, sweetheart.” His sultry voice sent a shiver down her spine. She turned and blushed, her eyes glued to her purse that sat in her lap. “I might just take you up on that babysitting offer.” He added, smirking over at her.

“I’ll show up and force you out if I have to, Miller. I mean it. I’m making up for every cent you put into my car.” Her voice was stern now, which just made her seem more adorable to him.

“Yes, ma’am.” He complied.

“Good.” He chuckled at her intensity. She rolled her eyes, and she was smiling as she did so.

After a few moments of comfortable silence passed before Joel pulled into the patchy parking lot of the diner.

“Don’t work too hard.” He teased as she unbuckled. She bit her lip, and he could see something in her eyes and the way she looked at him. She inched closer to him, hesitating before kissing his cheek. She smiled as she quickly turned to open the door, avoiding eye contact.

“When should I pick you up?” She hopped out of the truck, holding onto the door for support. She planted her feet on the ground, facing him as she propped the door open. She hadn’t thought of how she would get home tonight, so she answered, “Is ten okay?”

The man nodded almost too eagerly, “Yeah, that’s fine. See you at ten.”

“See you at ten.” And with that, she used most of her upper body strength to push the hefty passenger door closed and turned to walk away. She let her face express her true excitement out of his sight as she hear the truck drive away.

Maybe she asked to babysit Sarah out of the kindness of her heart and to repay her debts. Or maybe, and more likely, she used it as an excuse to see Joel more often. Either way, it was a win for the both of them.

[the-enzyme]

I decided to fully-repaint my GT 1:6 scale action figure Sephiroth. I had planned on just cleaning up the lower lids a bit more. I thought that the default paint was strong enough that 90+ percentage isopropyl alcohol wouldn’t remove it, but I was wrong. I had an extremely hard time removing the paint on the lips, so I thought I would be able to only partially remove my heavy pastel shading with alcohol without damaging the factory paint, but that turned out to be a miscalculation on my part. It was just the gloss they used on the lips. They did give this head a few top layers that were easy to remove and damage with alcohol alone, the sad part is that it got into my gloss damaging my repainted irises. 

That was the whole reason why I didn’t want to fully repaint this head, because I was okay with the eyes, just the lower eye-lids looking heavily make-up-looking, was what bothered me to no tomorrow.  Just as I dreaded, I wasn’t able to get the irises as bright and cyan/blue as I got them last time. I also wasn’t able to get them as detailed, but I also f-ed up the right one with the doming/glossing bit. Which I also dread to do, because I know how it’s supposed to be done, I just can’t seem to get it done right. DX

Regardless, I am happy with him for now! He doesn’t look like he’s wearing a thousand pounds of eye makeup, so that’s all that really matters to me. The fact that I have no fear now, of damaging the irises anymore (because they turned out like crap!), is kind of freeing in a way. I can always try again as many times as I feel like it, because I know I painted the whole thing myself. I don’t have to fear I’ll ruin something. I was okay with the factory paint minus the lips and eyes, which are the most important to me, as far as character accuracy goes. So now, I just have to keep trying and try to improve along the way! This is only the second head sculpt I paint in the 1:6 action figure customizing style, with acrylics alone, so I think I can hope to improve some. (:

My aim was never to mimic the prototype, because there’s no way in h3ll I’ll ever have that level of precision at that scale, my hands are just not steady enough to paint such clean sharp lines. As can be seen from my crap-lashes. However, I didn’t like the factory done mass-produced final product, it wasn’t close nor “pretty looking” to me. So, that’s why I wanted to attempt repainting mine some, to look more accurate to Sephiroth and less like a mass-produced figure, that failed to reach the perfection that was the prototype’s painting style. I included the last comparison photo just to show what he was supposed to look like, what he looked like out of package, and my partial and full repainting attempts so far. As well as a progress photo. I sealed this only twice, which is why I love not using pastels. BX

[deada55]

"Mandy's Intro" from Being There

for kloktober day 9: inspired by Dethalbum IV ("Mutilation on a Saturday Night"

This is a WIP for a future chapter of this fic, where we figure out how Nathan made his way out of his parents' house to start his life as a struggling gig musician with whale ESP.

tws: puke mention, nausea

Harry's house stayed a hotbed for parties since his mom's sister had this horrible accident that melted her hands off (something about the cleaning chemicals at the bar where she worked and the deep fryer.) His mom and dad went to Leesburg every other weekend to take care of her and her six or seven kids, leaving Harry’s house empty and free for raging in twice a month. Today, he'd gotten someone to bring their subwoofers, and someone else brought a keg, so everyone in their high school who went out and half of the neighboring counties’ stock of underage drunk dudes came out to play beer pong and shout over each other.

When Nathan had gotten there, most of the team was standing around the kitchen island trying to gather up people for shots, but Chris saw him first and pulled him over for a "shot" that was a double or a triple of white rum in a solo cup with some girl’s lip gloss on the rim. And he wasn't a pussy. He took it with them, played a couple games, made a couple shots, and returned to the "bar" to empty out a bag of ruffles. Hopefully, it sat better than dinner had, but he'd had this migraine for a day, and it wasn't going anywhere.

The noise in the room made it feel better in a weird way: he had something else to think about, even though the little party strobe light in the corner with the princess stickers on it was painfully blue in his peripheral vision.

He overheard a conversation between Brendan and Brandon, who'd played on the team with him all four years: Christ got into Alabama on a scholarsip. Just when he'd turned to go stand against a different wall, he got roped into a conversation about greek life that was more about looking at the person who was talking than trying to understand anything of what he said. Jack was probably just full of shit anyway. He liked to impress people like that from time to time, even though it was his cousin who was going to college in South Carolina, and it was him who fucked his ankle up practicing some of the sorriest, limpest field goals ever attempted. He might be right, but he might not be, and that's how it went half the time with Jack.

He turned to Nathan and hooted. "Me, I'm applying in the spring. Hey, what are you gonna do when you graduate, huh? Get a job?"

"Yeah." Not really. Waiting tables relied on your memory. Driving a forklift at the factory wasn’t safe when he still had migraines bad enough to make you see stars out of nowhere. He didn't really want to work for his own dad after all, but if it really got down to the wire, he could. Maybe. Until he ran him over with a forklift or something. Then he’d be shit out of luck and a dad.

He'd been in a couple bands since Junior year, and he could try and do gig work, but that wasn't a way he could support himself alone, was it? Even fast food sounded like a bad idea. Jobs worked like credit scores, right? The more that kick you out, the less likely you are to get one, right?

High school felt like one big fix. By the time he stopped worrying about puberty making him a funhouse-mirror version of a man, with gangly arms and bad skin– By the time he was adult enough to accept it, he was dreading "growing up." Every May, every "last" football game, every birthday was just taking him closer and closer to not knowing how to answer everyone’s questions about what he’d grow up to be.

And now that he'd ended up ruining their chances at states by getting a concussion just when they had the game in the bag, he felt too sorry for all his teammates to hope that they'd forgotten what he did. Even if they acted nice enough tp his face, what did they think then? Huh!

Every morning, he woke up in his room while everyone else was in class and laid there to keep the pain in the very middle of his face as plain pain, not whatever the doctors called "an aura", or the reflex to puke hard enough to burst blood vessels in your eyes, not like getting drunk or eating shit at Epcot all day and letting that shit go on Abraham Lincoln or whoever. What kind of fucking life was that? Going to school was his only job, and he sucked at it.

It would end someday, someday soon. Right?

He drifted off to another wall, the one by the staircase, and a girl with two french braids stood too close to him on his left. On her tiptoes, she tried to bring herself closer to his ear.

"You're Nathan, right?"

"Yeah."

"I hear you give pretty good head."

"Yeah?"

He kept his face still. Rolling his eyes at her wouldn't do much of anything, and on second look, he was pretty sure she was a softballer from Enceeiyesse High School, and with biceps like that she should be pitching. Not all the pitchers were lesbians–

"What about it?"

"Uh... Me too." She stood back and made a little pose with her shoulder pressed to the wallpaper, bending over the chair rail. Her bright white makeup set off her eyes, glowing in the dark like a dog's. A cute dog. She had pretty, round, light brown eyes that she flickered from his belt up, doing a couple complete scans while she flicked her braid over her shoulder and pretended to look for her friends.

He leaned down closer to her ear to see how serious she was.

"Wanna fuck?"

"You got a condom?"

Usually he’d lie, but Romy already got that volleyball girl pregnant… and by now she’d be due in April. Something like that. The fear was renewed among all the football players.

"Yeah." And he did always keep ‘em, throwing out the old ones from his wallet the minute the package looked rubbed.

Her arms wrapped around his waist, closing the couple inches between them, and that's how he ended up on Harry's parents’ bed with this girl, so nauseous he could taste it, he could fucking taste it no matter how hot she was or how she mewled when he touched her and how soft the inside of her mouth was on his thumb. While she brushed her lips over his, every single memory around how to be a person scrambled to assemble into a coherent whole…

[misishigh]

u can tell a lot about a woman by the contents of her purse. mine currently contains:

-singles & a rubber band

-vape pod & juice, charger

-dab pen

-combination lock

-hand sanitizer

-air pods

-spooling to brush my lashes

-rolling papers & lighter

-cheesecake factory gift card

-dramamine

-eye drops

-organic cotton tampon & panty liners

-chapstick & glossier lip gloss <3

[ao3feed-everlark]

Part One: The Spider

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WCsqpLY

by sapphicfratboy

So here’s the thing: Sasha didn’t necessarily endorse cannibalism. And when she whispered, through blue cracked lips, to the District 6 boy, “I don’t know about you, but District 9 is looking pretty good,” she didn’t mean it literally. But her words had always held a sort of power to them, from her days in the factory convincing the foremen to let her off easy, to the training sessions and sidling up to the District 1 girl who clearly was in over her head and still thought this was all a game. This is how she got there in the first place: huddled in with the Careers and a boy from District 6, for her intricate snares (useful for the careers) and her perceived lack of combat (even more useful). She would be an easy picking in the final, they all agreed. ~ After an avalanche crowned her winner of the 68th Games, Sasha Tambour lives a hollow life as a victor in the Capitol, coming back to mentor year after year amongst the ridiculous citizens, and returning to District 8 to people who don't understand what happened to her in the arena. But after the 74th Games, something sparks in her district and Sasha is swept into a rebel plot, a revolution, and a Quarter Quell where her only friends are also her opponents.

Words: 1232, Chapters: 1/9, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of If I Am Flesh And Bone

Fandoms: Hunger Games Trilogy - Suzanne Collins, Hunger Games Series - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Characters: Original Female Character(s), Johanna Mason, Finnick Odair, Katniss Everdeen, Peeta Mellark, Beetee Latier, Wiress (Hunger Games), Gloss (Hunger Games), Cashmere (Hunger Games), Enobaria (Hunger Games), Cecelia (Hunger Games), Cecelia's Husband (Hunger Games), Plutarch Heavensbee, Haymitch Abernathy

Relationships: Katniss Everdeen/Peeta Mellark, Annie Cresta/Finnick Odair

Additional Tags: Hunger Games-Typical Death/Violence, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Riots, Police Brutality, Cannibalism, Eating Disorders, Vomiting, Body Horror, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/WCsqpLY

[shellyvizanko]

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[gallowsheart]

♢ Persephone Bell (21+) ⭒ sorority girl ⭒ Riley Voelkel ♢

♢ name: Persephone Lily Bell ♢ age: 21+ ♢ faceclaim: Riley Voelkel ♢ occupation: Waitress at Cara Mia's Pizza ♢ education: Pre-med ♢ family: Martin Bell (father, deceased), Lydia Bell (mother, unknown)

♢ history: Growing up in a small town in Virginia was a little like living under a microscope. It was a scandal when her mother ran off with another man, but Persephone doesn't remember that part. All she knows is that her mother saddled her with two ridiculous titles: the princess of springtime, and The Girl Without A Mother. It wasn't the worst thing to be. At least she wasn't The Girl Whose Father Drank Too Much or The Girl Whose Parents Were In Jail For Cooking Meth. Her father was a good man. He worked long shifts in the factory on the edge of town, and Persephone knew he did the best he could. She tried to do right by him as well, staying out of trouble, earning good grades, working at the pizza parlor on Main, and managing a fair bit of cooking, cleaning, and sewing around the house. It wasn't the life she read about in her books, but it wasn't bad.

When her father became ill during her senior year of high school, Persephone deferred her college acceptance for a year to take care of him. In less time than that, he was in the ground, and she was suddenly The Girl Without a Mother or a Father. She sold the trailer and everything she couldn't carry with her and told herself she'd never go back. California was an entirely new world. She was both charmed and intimidated by its beauty and its business, and surprised by how she missed the emptiness of Virginia, particularly at night. She had a few months before the school semester started to find a job and get her bearings, and almost immediately, she began clipping the vowels from her accent. In this place, at least, she didn't want her past to define her, and she's managed to erase almost all of it, save for the burn scar from a pizza oven on her left wrist.

Persephone had never considered herself the sorority type, but if she was surprised by California's fast pace, she was also surprised by her loneliness there. It was a relief, in some ways, to belong to a house full of people. These girls could remake the little Virginia trailer park quicker than anything, and she let them. She picked up quickly how to tame her hair and walk in heels, how to apply eyeliner and select the perfect shade of lip gloss so that she doesn't stand out. She wears the guise of a California college girl well, but there is a stillness inside her that hints that it is only a disguise.

♢ verses: ⭒ college!verse: Persephone's main verse, where she's a pre-med college student living in California. ⭒ immortal gods: Unknown to her, Persephone is the incarnation of the Greek goddess.

♢ wishlist: ⭒ Toxic romances, stalking/horror/final girl plots ⭒ Hades and other mythology connections