#people doing the bare minimum and thinking it’s enough and who are always complaining and never doing anything get on my nerves so much

[jessmarianowife]

I HATE GROUP PROJECTS WHYYYYY DO I HAVE TO DO THIS I AM NOT BUILT FOR THIS

[casinocarpediem]

▪︎■☆ Новое Mолоко 🐮🥛 ☆■▪︎

(Translation: New Milk)

☆ 🔞!!NOT SAFE FOR WORK!!🔞

☆ male! subtop! Francis Mosses / male! dombottom! Reader

☆ overstimulation if ya squint a lil, milking, breeding, dumbification, passing out, belly bulge (If your not into this, look away!! 👻👻)

☆ implied Russian speaking Francis (translated from google translate and research for needed accuracy, however, any form of critique or correction definetely is allowed!)

☆ short (I think???)

☆ author has played Not My Neighbor

°○☆nsfw under the cut☆○°

You and Francis had a thing. And, fuck, for a minimum wage worker who barely gets any kind of rest at all, he's fucking good at what he does. He's a big fan of milking. Not his job, no, he could rant about how shitty it can be despite not wanting to get a new one (A/N: so real) but he's a fan of milking. Just the other kind of milking.

The first tim you two had sex, he was pretty sheepish about it, yeah. He didn't know if you prefered topping or bottoming so he settled for a handjob. You did the same as well. Until you both got used to each other and realized that he was pretty flexible. He'd do whatever you'd want to do, whatever you had in store, as long as if it wasn't too much for either of you. He loves fucking but he surely isn't a sex devient. Somewhere in the middle. Pliant to whatever you to had planned. But recently, he may or may not have discovered a new kink. Somethig that made his legs flex and his stamina increase and the gooey, warm, and fuzzy gears in his head grind back to life to keep on going. The last time you two had sex, there was now no condom, and he was pounding you into the bed that you swore Isaack would definetely send a formally written complain, persuasive enough for the both of you to not have such intense, hot, steamy sex for the next few months, (He's a reporter after all, have to respect the man informing the people, and he definetely has a way with words).

Humming, groaning, a little against your neck. You swore it was like a kitten, as if he was purring in a way. You pulled his hair as per usual and with a louder grunt his dark brown eyes roll up just a slight and flutter, closing shut as he fills you to the brim with his warm baby batter. Shaking, sweating, and biting his lip when he just keeps on cumming until theres nothing more to give. Or is there?

What he didn't expect, was when you suddenly whispered in the midst of him balls deep inside you,

"Thats it... good boy, you fuckin slut... Cum in me, keep milkin' yourself f'me"

Ah shit, he swore something inside of him just snapped loose. With the way he shivered violently, and as your hand loosened on his sweaty brown hair he moves again. Oh how odd, after a few rounds, the last one being penetration, he's always so tired, opting to give you a handjob or finger you if you didnt get a taste of your climax but shit. If this wasn't hot then what was?!

When you had basically degraded him to milk his balls dry you didn't mean literally, but fuck. This was so appealing, that your little milk boy had his quirks.

You look down at yourself seeing the bulge appearing on your abdoment everytime he thrusts in and god does it make you feel dizzy. Your hard dick, leaking as well just begging to cum while Francis gasps and shudders a little more, oh he looks so dumb. Trying to do as he's told. To keep milking himself. Milking himself for you. Just for motherfucking you. It keeps fuzzy sparks inside of his brain that has him smiling and drooling against your chest.

"Awe, what an adorable little cow you are... Milking your-...yourself for me... Giving me every ounce of that sweet sweet milk of yours, hmm? You wanna give me your milk Francis? You wanna fucking cum in me again?"

He feels so lightheaded that he smiles dumbly at the idea and nods as if his head is too heavy, full of warm cream. Muttering several words in russian mixed in with english as he nods slowly, trembling as his cock, still hard and moving perfectly against every spot inside of you.

"Please please please К-Куколка please... fuck fuckk- let me cum... inside... inside... cum inside please please milk me- oh... П-Пожалуйста... З-...Золотце... Пожалуйста..."

The pathetic, brown haired man sobs. Pawing at your sides like an injured little puppy. Begging so prettily, who could deny those eyes of his? all teary and tired. Small blobs of salty water dripping down his eyebags which were now disappearing, thanks to yourself for keeping his sleep schedule normal again after years of nap malnutrition.

After a few more moments of Francis groaning so softly against your ear, you feel yourself about to cum too, and when you order it directly, he really does come undone. Panting like a dog in heat while nails dig against his back skin. All the while he buries himself deep inside of you once again and fills you up with a second load of his fluids that it's practically drooling out of your hole. You hiss as well, shutting your eyes with a shudder as your dick spurts out a thick white rope of cum, coating Francis' stomach and your chest. Fuck.

Francis pants, collapsing on you. You gently push him to the side and just watch him catch his breath. Eyes closed, skin warm and sweaty while he's still inside you. All soft. But its not uncomfortable. At least now, you definetely know how you can abuse this new found information with your lovely boyfriend.

[tartarusknight]

Okay we ignore Steves big crush on Robin during season 3. And I get it, I do. It makes sense that he's easily motivated to see love where there isn't any. Dustin says Steve should live Robin so he does. Eddie says that Nancy loves him and should love her back, so Steve tries.

But I think it would be far more credible to his character if we changed that slightly. Sure people can motivate his actions. But deep down Steve did love Robin. Like saw a future of the two of them and everything. It has something to do with thinking he might die with her, but it's still there.

When she turns him down, it hurts but he sees her and knows that he can't make it about him. So he does what he does best and pretends everything is fine. He jokes with her and sings off key like he would to make Nancy laugh and he thinks he falls for her even more when she laughs with him.

But time moves on and they are so fucking close. Every time Robin's a little awkward around him, he makes sure to make her comfortable with jokes and teasing. And slowly Steve realizes that in any world he'd never be good enough for her anyways. Robin was perfect and Steve marveled at the fact that she cared about him at all.

It reminds him of Nancy and how she was so amazing and powerful and any attention she gave him was special. But after a while Nancy realized she was too good for Steve, that his love wasn't enough. And she didn't stay around to be his friend. But Robin, she stayed to be his friend and Steve cherished it. He never tried to make her fall in love with him, he new it would never work and he did his best to leave his love for her behind but it would flare up at moments.

So then he decided to start dating around more. No more pointless flirting that he realizes was mostly just to make Robin pay attention to him. He does his best to find girls who might be as special as Robin and Nancy. But it's hard.

After a while, when Robin celebrates when she kicks his ass in another bet, his heart doesn't break at her joy. No, he just complains and hides his grin as they iron out what he has to do for her. As she plans a way to make him embarrass himself in front of who knows how many people, he can only wonder when he moved on.

The pain in his heart feels healed and he leans against Robin to argue with her and feels lighter than he had in years. His heart felt free and he knows that will always love her but it's changed and it's never been more right.

As the year gets colder, Steve's time with Dustin is filled up with talk of Eddie. And Steve never really cared about Eddie when they were in school. The guy was strange in a weirdly good way and Steve didn't want his reputation to get fucked by Munson. But the more Dustin talks the man up, the more Steve wishes he had.

And while Steve doesn't know it yet, Dustin's once again pushing him towards another crush. This one won't be easy. It'll be filled with miscommunication and hard truths. It won't be a straight line, not when said crush will try to push him towards Nancy. But it'll start with blood stained kisses that save a life in March of 1986.

This crush won't be a cause of another scar and Robin will be there. Not as an object of Steve's affections but to hold his hand when he cries about liking boys for the first time. She'll be there and listen to his previous heartbreaks and she won't judge him. She won't thank him for doing the bare minimum of not pushing her to date him. She will just tell him that he isn't cursed and that who knows, maybe Eddie Munson is his future Mr perfect. And... She'll be right.

[simplyzeeka]

LIPSTICK STAINS

Pairing: Terry Richmond x Plus sized! black fem oc (Lorelei)

Warning: None.

Summary: Terry finds himself fully immersed in a woman who frequently visits the coffee shop he helps his sister run. Sometimes it's the littlest things that can catch your attention and hold it hostage.

It was a small act of courtesy, the bare minimum really.

 She came in, the scent of mango announced her arrival before the chiming of the doorbell. The fruity notes blended perfectly with the sugary spectrums that filled the café. 

She always ordered her usual. A small slice of lemon cheesecake, a hazelnut cappuccino, and a glass of water. 

Often, she would have a book in her hands while she ate. Sometimes she’d be too immersed with what was on her laptop screen to care about her food, she’d pack it to go after two or three bites. 

Like her order, there was one thing that remained a constant at every visit. A vibrant cherry red lipstick stained her lips all the times she frequented the cafe. And every single time, she left a stain of her full lips on the white coffee cup.

Terry had gotten used to his staff having to wash lipstick stains off cups, it wasn’t really something they complained about, the dishes were getting washed whether the stains were there or not.

But she always asked for a serviette, that only if she didn't have a wet wipe to wipe the stain away. It was a small detail. Almost insignificant, but it brought a smile to Terry’s face when he first noticed this. 

The first few times, he watched her do this in appreciation. She was making the job of her staff a little easier. Not that scrubbing at dishes was a complex task, but the thought was more than enough to have Terry thinking about her more than he should’ve. And after a while, he began disliking her thoughtfulness.

It was a selfish desire, a need more specifically. He suddenly wouldn't mind her leaving the lipstick stains as is. He would take over washing the dishes just to smear the creamy balm between his fingers. 

It took a few more visits, until he had created a system where they wrote the names of customers on to go cups, solely to get her name. And the consonance of syllables blended together in a harmony that rang into his ears as smooth as her voice. Lorelei, that was her name.

And Terry couldn't help but wonder if she would stain his heart like she does his cups.

A/N: Would you guys want to read this? I want to try writing fluff and cater to plus sized readers so that my work is more inclusive. Now I'll add that I'm not plus sized myself, but I wanna learn to properly represent people who are so that they can feel included in my works. While I'm writing this, I will be reading works from authors who write solely/especially for plus sized readers/oc's, and also ask for advice. Proper research goes a really long way.

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[staringdownabarrel]

The other point I think Voyager never really gets enough credit for is that Chakotay would probably be a pretty good XO to work under. This is to an extent that I don't think is true of the other Berman era XOs.

I like Riker as a character more than most people, but in some ways he was given the easiest possible ships to be the XO on. Most of the infamous discipline cases just wouldn't be on the Enterprise-D because Starfleet probably has a lot of institutional guardrails to keep that sort of person off the flagship. This is to the point that I suspect that a lot of his initial reaction to Ro may have been that he felt that it was officially not his job to deal with the infamous discipline cases and it hadn't been for a long while at that point.

With Kira, she was a very hands off XO, but she was always going to be like that anyway. Being a part of a terrorist cell probably does lend itself to that kind of command style to some extent. Besides, she was still new to a more formalised command structure and she probably felt she had more to learn from the people around her about what this style of discipline looked like than the reverse.

Plus, to some extent, most of the Starfleet discipline cases wouldn't be her problem. They'd be Sisko's problem, ultimately. Even though for the most part she's treated as if she has the authority of a lieutenant commander in a red uniform, if someone's going to be a problem, she'd probably still have to bump it up to Sisko because someone who has an issue with her isn't going to care about her situational authority but will respect his.

None of this is true for Chakotay. A lot of his crew on the Val Jean weren't necessarily Starfleet potential. Either they never went to the Academy, or they went for a little while and dropped out.

Because of that, he'd automatically have to do a lot of skills coaching for things that most people in Starfleet would be expected to know automatically. Given that outside of the initial growing pains, which were so minor that people have been complaining about this part of the show for nearly thirty years, the Maquis crew's integration into Voyager's crew was incredibly smooth, he probably was pretty good at this aspect.

This is something that even traditional Starfleet command officers struggled with. In TNG's Hollow Pursuits, Riker's initial reaction to learning Barclay was becoming a problem officer was, "Can't we just shunt him off somewhere else and let him be their problem?", and LaForge was all for this until Picard put his foot down and said, "No, you're gonna have to do your jobs on this one."

I think this is especially notable given that Chakotay was working with at least three people who had the reputation for being combative (Torres, Paris, and Seven). This was easier to an extent given that these three were easier to work with so long as they felt their work was properly valued, but there were a lot of other people who wouldn't have put up with them as much.

It's also notable because of all the XOs, Chakotay had the most reasons to have a lot of personal resentments towards his crew. Three (Tuvok, Paris, and Seska) had betrayed him personally, so it'd make sense on a personal level if he was a guarded guy who wanted to do the absolute bare minimum he could get away with.

So I think he has a level of professionalism that most people just wouldn't have. Voyager never really drew attention to this as much because usually if the show was explicitly drawing attention to his command style, it was because his was disagreeing with Janeway on something, but his professionalism was there.

When it came to discipline, the buck did stop with him. I forget which episode this was specifically, though I think it was Investigations, it's explicitly stated that Janeway lets Chakotay handle discipline on Voyager. It's not like on other ships where it could be bumped somewhere else, both because Janeway has made it clear that it's his job and because there aren't any other Starfleet ships in the quadrant (other than Equinox, which they don't know about until they do).

It does seem like he's ultimately able to do this effectively. While there are some episodes where there's a discipline case of the week, that just doesn't happen for the most part.

This is one of the reasons why I find it so odd when people say that Voyager wouldn't be as strict about the uniform after a certain point. Just as much as Janeway wouldn't have put up with it, I can't see Chakotay going for it, either. Maybe he would have been fine without a uniform code on the Val Jean, but that was under very specific circumstances. He just wouldn't have seen it as appropriate on an explicitly Starfleet ship.

A lot of this no doubt stems from how Chakotay had experience in both the Maquis and Starfleet. Don't forget that he was a lieutenant commander in Starfleet before he defected. It's been a long time since I read Pathways, but I think he may have even been a first officer at the time.

So while Riker only had the experience of working on Starfleet ships in that formal hierarchy and Kira only had the experience of working in terrorist cells before being on DS9, Chakotay had both. Besides being a good XO in general, I think Chakotay may have been a better XO for Voyager than Cavit, its original XO, would have been. He had the kind of broad experience needed to operate in that role at that time.

I know a lot of the reason Chakotay isn't getting the credit I think he deserves is because he was the most neglected character on Voyager, aside from maybe Harry Kim. Still, I think he really does deserve a lot more credit than he gets because even though it's never explicitly said, it is heavily implied that he's an incredibly good person to work under, even by the standards of the hypercompetent Starfleet the Berman era usually portrayed.

[deesseshesca]

PAC : How to express your sexual self ? (18+)

I GOT A NEW KINKY DECK BABES !

Good morning pretty soul ! I am so excited ... IS OFFICIALLY KINKTOBER ! DAY : 6-8

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PILE 1 

2 cups (reverse), 3 swords (reverse), 3 pentacles, 4 pentacles 

Y’all are dealing with a partner that sabotages you but they are not the only one. You guys are out here playing super hero saving everyone except for focusing on nurturing your garden. You don’t even have enough in your cup but nah u out here pouring in everybody cups. I do understand that you have children so you need to pour into their cup unconditionally. Since you are outhere saving others but yourself you are drained mentally which has a major impact on your mother/father hood. Your kids deserve the best version of yourself so cut with no second thought anything draining you. 

Stop having sex with them ! Every time your partner wants to get in your good graces they create a sexual tension and all the sudden you forgive all they are wrong doing. You are so damm predictable that they don’t even fucking try changing. Ever since I started pulling card for people, I realize how people are ready to stay in broken relationships because it is not toxic enough to leave. Like the fact that u are always unhappy should be the limit. Nah y’all want to get  beaten on, cheated on or financially abused before calling it a quit. Y’all need to feel completely defeated before standing up for yourself. Such a mindset is so dangerous, especially when u have children. Because you should not accept any kind of abuse before leaving and it shows how low your self worth really is. For y’all specifically, you don’t want to leave your partner,ok , then open your mouth. Express that you have had enough and REQUIRE fucking change. Stop letting yourself down chasing for perfection only you can create. Going to therapy is necessary to work together towards y’all happy ending. Is not going to fall from the sky. Babe you are kissing their neck, sucking on their nipples, caressing their body and giving them the best head while they finish a second time inside u. Great but where is your pleasure? They don’t even try to please you and since you don’t complain they think they are doing an amazing job. Break their bubble, you are worth too much to be suffering in silence. Express yourself + stand on business + put your sexual need first = a PROPER expression of your sexual self allowing you to receive what you need and deserve. 

💌 : Only for this pile if you have issue regarding what exactly is it to expect from your partner or how to be love, you can contact me on Ko-fi, I will give you the extra reading by audio for free. If you wanna know how to build up your sexual confident, you can listen to this which will also unlock extra content.

PILE 2 

10 cups (reverse), queen swords (reverse), 6 pentacles, Strength 

Don’t stay content, I always advise my environment to go after fulfillment. Meaning don’t let just anybody in our sexual energy. Y’all don’t need to be this dark feminine energy to improve your sexual life. You can be approachable and untouchable. Y’all are my charming babe and you have a beautiful warmth about you but you let anybody enjoy it. Sexually you settle for the worst bare minimum because you care a lot about your reputation. Which leads you to embody a more desperate energy because you want to feel accepted so bad. Wanting to feel seen by any kind of community we cherish is normal but ready to do anything to feel accepted is not ok. Losing yourself to achieve a goal that doesn't serve you personally but to keep up a public image is actually crazy. Take a grip ! Is your life. You decide who want to fuck, when and how !You know what you desire as your dream life, so you should only judge yourself upon your own standard. Since it is YOUR life. You are too worried about what people are saying behind your back. Y’all may be in uni and part of Greek life.  In the vision, you're wearing clean white airforces, with white socks, on your knees just in a beautiful white lace push up bra giving head. I’m hearing: ‘’ Mhmmm thx babe … it’s amazing’’ after you slow down. You quickly realize you got fuck over because the person you dealt with did not do any move to have to try to please you orally or even with penetration. Leaving you in a random room with no aftercare. You did not even want to deal with them but you were scared of the rumor that may start if you don’t let them ‘’hit’’. Also you want to build stamina, but to build stamina you must practice. First stand on business regarding the happiness of your sex life. Realize that only you have the power to change that. Realize how powerful you really are, you get to decide if you want to get laid, if you want to give head, if you even want to engage sexually. Stop giving your body away. Second, it is ok to have sexual goals and just like regular goals you must build a plan to reach it. Build a standard in what you search for and a partner and allow yourself to have a FWB or a relationship where the person you are dealing with is in energy to teach you how to have sex. Because you may be the type to cum to quickly and you don’t like that. Standard + Owning your sexual self + finding the right partner = Better expression of your sexual self. 

💌 : You really need to step the fuck out these desperation energy before you created a circle of bad habit which can hinder your quality of life since it will bring self sabotage. Also do not confess your feeling to that looser just because he is the only that has enough balls to come up to you does not mean that he deserve you. You know damm well you deserve better. If you wanna know how to build up your sexual confident, you can listen to this which will also unlock extra content.

PILE 3 

7 pentacles (reverse), queen swords (reverse), 7 cups, 10 cups

Y’all feel the sexiest when you are making money. Is not about beauty maintenance, it is just when your finances are unbalanced you feel unhappy. 

You are confused about the sexual energy poured into yourself. Y'all may have been the ‘’ugly duckling ‘’ growing up and now you have those sexual suitors popping left and right. You had a boob job, nose job, a bbl… anyway you had your worst physical insecurity fix. There’s some shadow work that has to be done around self esteem. Getting surgery in my opinion is a fixing matter regarding a deep issue. Don’t get me worn out babe, I am all in for the vanity (You need to see the length i go to protect my beauty) but when you still feel unfulfilling before fixing everything understand where the problem is really coming from. Otherwise you are going to spend a whole lifetime fixing yourself. I see a graph of exponent function and that’s the representation of your body count. Almost all of them disappoint you sexually. I’m hearing : ‘’ I don’t understand all the obsession around sex and have a lot of it…’’ The reality is that you guys are simulated by the mind. Also don’t feel ashamed of yourself. Sometimes while healing we created a wound chasing after a feeling. You hurt yourself and it is ok you can heal it too. There’s 2 types of people in the world: the body or the mind and it opens a spectrum of each. You guys need to feel safe, loved and seen to experience the big ‘’o’’. You need somebody that lives to learn about you and make it their priority to please you. You need gentle sex, whisper of sweet nothing and the loving embrace to express your equal freely. Shadow work + real love + self forgiveness = Ideal sexual expression.

💌 : Also do not fall for the people that are looking for a savior in love. You guys are amazing lover and would make amazing partner a lot a offer is going to come your way and many of them are going to be codependent and toxic people hiding under innocent mask. Heads up. If you wanna know how to build up your sexual confident, you can listen to this which will also unlock extra content.

PILE 4

10 wands (reverse), 4 cup (reverse), Star (reverse) and queen pentacles (reverse) 

Pile 4, you need to make the time to prioritize yourself. I see somebody sleeping late, waking up late, rushing to get ready, wearing the same outfit, having the worst work ethic (your manager may have flagged you about it), and going back home to an extremely messy home. When all  you really want is  to have enough time in the morning to go to the gym, take good care of your body, do your makeup, wear a beautiful and clean outfit, go after the promotion you deserve  and come back home to a clean house. Y’all cars may also be extremely messy. In your case to feel the sexiest is not just about the looks but how much you pour into yourself. Also need to do some shadow work regarding your body. Y’all may have suffered with ED and you have recently ( 6 months +) recovered fully but you refuse to touch yourself sexually because you don’t love your body. Is not pretty enough. First y’all better go ahead and purchase that sex toy. If you wanted a confirmation … here u have it. Pleasure yourself, enjoy  yourself, look at yourself naked in the mirror. Obviously take baby steps in the journey not to trigger anything but it needs to be done. Since you keep hoping that a special someone is going to come into your life and heal all your sexual habits. Nah babe you need to know yourself to achieve the pleasure you crave and attract the right one, first. Second, nobody likes to be in bed with someone overly insecure because it creates a blockage. Not knowing and learning is good. Having healthy insecurity is part of everyday life . But being as insecure as you are but you in an energy where you will be the worst lover to be with. I’m hearing : ‘’ If I had this…. If I had that…. I would not be like this….’’. Your victim mentality is about to cost you the dream life you deserve. Self love + prioritizing ‘’YOU’’+ saving yourself = the best way to express your sexual self which will help you become the sexiest version of yourself and attract your ideal partner.

💌 : You deserve a partner that is not going to be a shame to pull up with you. Stop falling for the one offering the bare minimum babe you do not have to work for love especially the one with ill intent. So make sure you park them to the left and you focus on loving yourself and never lowering your standard. If you wanna know how to build up your sexual confident, you can listen to this which will also unlock extra content.

[kiruamon]

A Link between Hearts AU - Introduction

Ooookay, so hear me out. (Just if you want of course. Also there are sketches after my rambling!) Fazbear Entertainment gets complains from parents that the Daycare has no human employees. So they open up a job position. Looking for an assistant for the Daycare Attendant so that parents can have a human to speak to if there are issues. And Y/N is applying to the job. Honestly, Sun hates the fact, that Fazbear Entertainment is giving in to the baseless complains. He and Moon are professionals after all! He knows how to handle the Daycare and it's not his fault, that people are stupid and have prejudices against animatronics or that they make demands that go against the rules so that he has to decline them. So when Y/N arrives Sun already is a bit in a sore mood. Y/N being there, is like a sign to him that he and Moon aren't trusted or supported enough. But what else is new? So Sun will keep interactions with Y/N at bare minimum. Just giving you some short instructions here and there. You wanted this job? Then show that you can do it without him having to explain to you everything five times! To his dismiss, you do a pretty decent job. Not great, but also not awful enough to complain about you to management. And you do get better with the kids. He might find your cheerful mood a bit annoying and tiresome at times. What kind of human is always that happy? It seems suss to him and he doesn't trust your polite and kind act one bit!

Moon is way more chill with you though. He is curious and wants to get to know you better. He will play harmless little pranks on you, spend time with you when there is room for a break during nap time when every kid is fast asleep. He sincerely thinks you are pretty cute. Sun will bicker a lot with Moon in their shared mind for not being more cautious about you. Or how Moon can even think of you as cute. Sun really doesn't get it. But Sun is also not fully wrong about you. You do have your secrets. And sometimes when you don't be careful enough, you do forget to keep up the act. Lifting a shelf up that should be too heavy for you, just to get to a kids stuck plush toy. Or the one time when you helped a kid out with their math work and Sun started to throw more and more complicated equations at you to the point where you had to stop yourself from giving him the answers that a normal human being shouldn't be able to solve in their head alone. Thing is... you are not a human. Or... not anymore. You look like one. But beneath your artificial skin isn't any flesh or muscles nor any bones to be found. Just a lot of tech imitating a human's body functions enough to keep up the illusion to be one. You have been a human once though. Your consciousness with all your memories had been transfered into this new body. Because it was either that or to accept death. And you had not wanted to die. Desperate enough to grasp at any straw. You just wanted a way out. To be able to move again, to not constantly be in pain and despair. To be able to go home and live instead of being bound to a hospital bed and knowing the clock was ticking down on you. The experiments definitely were illegal. There had been a risk it would fail. That your mind might end up as a mess if something would have gone wrong. If it worked at all. But you still accepted when some guy showed up at your side asking you if you wanted to be their test subject. And in your state back then you felt like there wasn't anything you had to lose anymore. Thankfully, the process went without fault. As far as you can tell you are still you. Even though, sometimes you have a small voice in your head that is full of doubt. Doubting who you are. If you are truely you or just a copy. If your true self died when your old body did. You try to push those thoughts away. To enjoy your second chance. Even if you have to keep it a secret from anyone else, except the people who did this to you. You still have to see them every few weeks for check-ups, maintenance and their long time analysis. It's part of the conditions you had accepted back then and it's kind of a small price you figure to get a bit pocked at for having otherwise a somewhat normal life. Because of your past you don't come with a ton of qualifications, so you had felt lucky when finding the job at Fazbear Entertainment. Even though it feels a bit off to work between all those bots and animatronics. Seeing them is like a constant reminder of what hides underneath your own artifical skin. Also having a robot body comes with a lot of quirky stuff. How new memories are so more vivid and can be replayed accurately. How easy it is to make mathematical calculations. During your first weeks it gave you a good headache. It can be overwhelming to have the mind of a human being stuck inside a machine. Sometimes you feel outright weird and disconnected with your body. Like it's alien to you when you think too much about everything or if you do some digging around in your own settings. But you are grateful that it's so good at imitating human body language. That the sensors on your skin can feel touch, heat and cold. That you start to shiver when it's cold, even if the cold doesn't truely effect you anymore. Once you were curious and turned the settings for some of your sensors of. You turned them on just minutes after for how wrong it felt and never touched that setting again since.

Moon likes to mess with you in a friendly way.

Also I like to think that there might be a little freak accident at some point after working at the Plex. Not sure what exactly happens but it somehow caused parts of your skin around your face to come off. Which made you hide immediately behind the giant Freddy plush. All alfraid and not sure what to do. How are you supposed to get out of the Plex without other staff seing you or without a camera to record you? The thought is frightening. And you already fear that Sun might alarm someone. But he doesn't.

Sun and Moon keep your secret. They even help you, by stealing a hoodie from the close by souvenier shop so you can hide your face under your cap and the hood enough for the cameras to not spot anything off about you when you're leaving. Has it been pretty mind-blowing for them when they first saw you like that? Oh boy, yes. Honestly, while Sun was all stunned and quietly on the outside, inside he was freaking out! His protocols being somewhere between: A human got hurt. Moon! The human got hurt! And also: There's no blood. They... are not human? I knew something was wrong with them! After seeing you like this they first assume you might be an animatronic or robot like them. A pretty weird one though with how human all your reactions had been so far. Their protocols are pretty confused how to categorize you. When you come back the next day to work, with a newly repaired skin and find the time after the Daycare's closing hour to explain who or what you really are, Sun and Moon have a lot to process once again. They would never have guessed a human mind could end up in a robotic body. Sun becomes slowly nicer to you since that day. While he usually dislikes human adults, you are such a weird case that he can't help himself as feeling a bit soft for an awkward little thing like you. It will take a good while though for him to admit this to you, Moon or even himself. But when the time comes, he won't hold back anymore to smother you in affection. Moon already thought you were real cute, honestly not much has changed on his side after he and Sun found out about your secret. For him you are you, it does not matter if you have a fleshy human body or one with wires and made out of metal. He will be very mindful though of your moods. Knowing when it's safe to poke fun and good around or for when you need some solace and a shoulder to lean on. Both are equally willing to listen to you, when you share some of your insecurities over your body with them. They will try to comfort you when you are having a bad time. It also helps a lot that you can speak with them all openly now. And you do have a lot of questions for them and how their minds and body works as well. Sun and Moon are after all self-aware artificial beings. So you are curious if they experience certain things similiar to you or not. It's simply nice having someone who can relate in some aspects with you. After you fully befriend Sun and Moon you will sometimes actively record some of the things you do outside. Like the view of the night sky or a cute cat you found on your way home and that you patted. You will send them those recordings. For them it's like looking through your eyes in these moments. To experience little glimpses of the outside world. Of what freedom could feel like. During nighttime when there is nothing else to do, they will sit or lay down in the daycare and just let those recordings play in little loops. Some of their favorites are the ones where you had tried to make a little moderation for them, talking and stumbling all awkwardly over your own words while doing so.

Sun: "Just because I kiss you, doesn't mean I like you. Don't get the wrong idea little star. You just happen to have a very smoochable face." *kissing you softly on the cheek*

Also funny what if scenario where Y/N would not have to hide their secret: Kid 1: "Mr. Sun, Mr. Sun! Is the new robot your special someone?" Kid 2: "Are you two married? Have you kissed?" Kid 1: "Can robots kiss?" Y/N: "Wha-? N-no, we're n-not a-and we uuuhm... ." Sun: "Oh, Star, there's no need to be all shy. I think it's an absolutely wonderful idea that the kids have. Let's get married!" Y/N: "Y-you are j-j-joking? Right?" Y/N: "... p-please tell me, this is just a game you do for the kids... " Sun: "Sooo, who wants to help me make some paper flowers for the wedding?" Kids: *raising their hands up eagerly* Sun: *grins and whispers into your none-existent-ear* "Better go and find your wedding dress darling, we are about to get married."

The alternate take to this au would have been that you are a robot from the start, but one being created to fully act and function like a human. That your creator as a test let you take the job at Fazbear Entertainment to see if you even could fool the bots and animatronics of that place into thinking that you are a human. I was really struggling a bit to decide which of the two options I liked more. But decided to go with the first one. Even though I think this one would also have some very nice reactions and interactions between the characters that could be explored.

[tbyfandoms]

Flowers | Austin Butler x Reader

Pairing: austin butler x f!reader

Word Count: 3k

Summary: after making a quick run to the store, austin comes home with a surprise for his favorite girl in the world (requested)

Warnings: none

Masterlist/Request Form | Ask/Tell/Request

A/N: I swear it takes the bare minimum for me to go off in delulu land and create a whole scenario of some cute domestic ish about one of my faves lmao! thank you to the anon who requested I write this, you truly fed into my fantasies and I appreciate the excitement. I know it’s been a while since I’ve uploaded a fic so I figured I’d finally try to sit down and write something quick and get it out for the last day of austin’s birth month! I hope you guys enjoy sentimental aus and the dash of horndoginess I threw in there. after finding out about a certain *ehem* tidbit, I saw an opportunity to include the fact austin is an ass man-ANYWAYS! as always lmk what you think! <3

also important side-note! for right now I think I am going to hold off on accepting any new requests for a while. I have quite a few backed up in my ask box that I really wanna get out for the people who sent them in and are patiently waiting! I can’t stop ya’ll from sending things in, but please know that at the moment the requests I have on my currently writing page are my current priorities and it might be a while until I get to yours!

“God, there’s literally nothing on,” you grumble after skipping past yet another movie preview on Netflix.

It’s both yours and Austin’s first off day together in such a long time and all you want to do is cuddle and watch a good film, but it’s like nothing is catching your attention, and at this point you kinda just want to rewatch a comfort film and call it a day. You doubt Austin will put up much of a fight.

The blonde did leave you in charge of finding something to watch while he went off to gather snacks, so he can’t complain too much if you two end up watching a movie you’ve both seen a hundred times, right?

While an idea starts to form in your mind and you quickly scroll to the search bar, soft footsteps from the kitchen make their way to you.

“Baby, I’m headin’ out the store really quick, I just need to pick up a few things before we get started. D’you need anything?”

Your boyfriend’s voice immediately takes your attention away from the black and red screen you’ve been staring at for the past ten minutes. Needless to say the interruption and new view is much appreciated. You swear to yourself that Austin could walk out of a place wearing just a trash bag and he’d still be the most beautiful man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

He looks so soft and cuddly in his cotton shirt and track pants that it makes you sad at the idea you’ll have to wait even longer now to wrap yourself in his arms.

“Did we eat all the snacks again already? I swear neither one of us is home enough to go through food that quickly and yet somehow we always do,” you say as you shake your head lightly.

Austin’s soft chuckle drifts through the air. “It blows my mind too, sweetheart.” The actor moves closer to the front door and begins to put his shoes on—grey and black Adidas with the white stripes, his latest favorites. “I mean we have stuff but I wanna get you some of those candies you like to have when we go to the movies, I figured we could really make it our own little film experience, y’know?”

You scrunch your nose in fondness at the sentiment and get up off the couch to meet your boyfriend at the door. He grabs one of his many baseball caps and settles it atop his blonde waves. You notice how thick Austin’s hair is getting, the hat sliding snuggly over his head.

“Awh, Aus, I’d love that, that sounds amazing,” you grin, stepping forward and wrapping your arms around his neck. “Now, tell me, how would you feel about me picking a certain favorite Gosling film for our movie?”

You grin cheekily at Austin, seeing the flicker of realization in his eyes as he understands exactly which film you’re referencing. Between the two of you, there really is no other Ryan Gosling film it could be besides—you guessed it—The Notebook.

“You’re really gonna make me cry on my day off?” The blonde teases and you roll your eyes jokingly in response. After you and Austin started dating, it didn’t take long for the two of you to go in depth about your favorite films—I mean, it was only fitting—and it was only then did you discover his love for The Notebook. Although written off as a typical, cheesy romance film, it’s so much more than that and Austin was one of the only people to see it as such. The both of you talked for ages about it and no matter how dumb it sounds, that conversation—among many other things—convinced you wholeheartedly that Austin was the man of your dreams. It’s been years since your relationship with Austin started and that film is still one of you forever favorites. You and Austin make sure to rewatch it together at least once a year, tears and choked back sobs included.

“C’mon, baby, you know you want to! It’s about time for our rewatch anyways! I’ll be there the whole time to console you during all the sad parts, and then you’ll be there to console me right after that! I’ll even bring the tissues,” you laugh.

Austin shakes his head and because of your closeness to him you can feel his chest rumble as he laughs along with you. It’s an odd thing to find comfort it and yet you do.

“Fine but only because I love that film—and you—so much. I mean crying in my girl’s arms over a Gosling movie sounds like a day well spent to me anyways.”

The blonde inches closer and rubs his nose against yours, grinning broadly at your giggles that ensue. He swears if he could bottle up that sound and keep it forever, he would.

“Alright, I’m goin’,” Austin says as he steps back and begins to open the door. “You didn’t answer earlier, did you need anything from the store?”

Shaking your head, you respond, “Nope. All I need is for you to come home to me as soon as possible so I can wrap myself in your arms and cry over Noah and Allie with you.”

You’re met with that thousand watt smile again and you can’t help but to return it. “I promise I’ll hurry back, I wouldn’t miss that for the world.”

Before Austin steps fully out the door, he stops and turns back towards you, reaching out his hand to cup your cheek and connect his lips with yours.

The kiss is soft and sweet and the second Austin pulls away you want more than anything for him to kiss you again.

“I love you,” he says before sneaking in another quick kiss, this time on your cheek, and then proceeding out the front door.

The lock clicks into place and as you stand there in the hall, the only audible sound being Austin’s car pulling out of the driveway, you sigh and reach your fingers up towards your lips. It doesn’t matter how long you and Austin have been dating, the whimsical and electric state he leaves you in after each time he kisses you will never, ever get old.

*****

It’s probably only been about fifteen to twenty minutes since Austin left when you hear keys jangling in the door knob.

You figured it wouldn’t take him long considering the store you always go to is right down the street, but the time apart was still long enough for you, so you leap off the couch and hurry to meet your boyfriend as he walks through the front door.

Instantly you notice the small plastic bag Austin’s holding in his hand that he used to open the door. You can already see the wrappings of all your favorite treats peaking through the top and that alone gets you excited. So excited, in fact, that you don’t even notice the way Austin’s holding his other hand behind his back.

The blonde holds out the plastic bag towards you and you squeal in excitement as you begin to dig around in it. “Ah, no way! They actually had them this time!? When I went last they were sold out.” As you grab at one of your favorite snacks, you watch as Austin angles himself awkwardly to try and close the door. It’s like he doesn’t want to turn his back towards you and it’s at this time that you notice he’s holding something out of your line of sight.

“Austin what are you doing?” You giggle, quirking your eyebrow at the way he stands there with a mischievous, yet fond smile on his face. You hear a distinct crinkling sound and you know it’s not from your own bag. “What d’you got there?”

“After I grabbed all our snacks and was headin’ up to the register, I passed a display and saw these.” Your boyfriend brings the hidden object from behind his back and you gasp at the sight of it. “They reminded me of you so I got ‘em for you. Pretty flowers for a pretty girl.”

Austin hands you the bouquet and your eyes instantly well with tears. They’re the most stunning blush colored roses you’ve ever seen and they smell absolutely incredible. There’s a small card sticking out of the side of them and as you read the words written in Austin’s handwriting, your heart swells with adoration.

For my favorite girl

Love, Austin

“Aus,” you whisper, not trusting your voice to withstand anything else. “They’re beautiful. Thank you so much. You didn’t have to do that.”

The actor can tell how emotional you are right now, can tell how much this means to you. He’d do anything to let you know how much you mean to him, to let you know how much he loves you. He’d buy you flowers every single day if it meant he’d get to see that look on your face. That look where your eyes get real big and sparkly and your smile is so wide it makes your eyelids crinkle at the corners. That look that makes Austin want to give you the world.

Careful not to smash the bouquet held delicately in your hands (the bag of snacks now laying on the floor), Austin reaches out and hugs you with one arm, planting a soft kiss on the side of your head. “I know I didn’t have to, sweetheart, but I wanted to. I love you so much and you deserve to be appreciated.”

With the right words to say completely escaping you, you do the next best thing and instantly close the gap between you and the man standing in front of you. One of Austin’s hands finds its place on your lower back, pushing you closer to him, and your own hand without the bouquet in it finds its way to the nape of his neck—fingers twisting in those thick waves you took notice of earlier.

“I love you so much more, Austin Butler,” you breathe out as you break apart from your boyfriend’s soft lips.

“Mmm, whatever you say, baby,” he mumbles against your mouth as he goes in for yet another kiss. You nearly drop your flowers as you get caught up in Austin again, so you break apart before you can do any real damage to them.

“As much as I’m enjoying this right now, I need it to stop for like five seconds before I completely lose myself in you and ruin this gorgeous bouquet,” you giggle, before reluctantly taking a step back from your boyfriend in order to go find a vase in the kitchen to set the flowers in.

“Would that really be such a bad thing?” Austin calls after you. It doesn’t take long for him to meet up with you in the kitchen, his tall figure leaning casually against the doorframe. “I think having rose petals all over the floor would actually be quite romantic. It’d really…set the mood.”

In between spreading out the roses in the vase you found, you glance up at Austin and can see the way his eyes have clouded over just slightly. His intent and emphasis on the last few words of his sentence become abundantly clear, and you try to fight the heat you feel rising up your neck.

Making your way around the kitchen island, you stop in front of your boyfriend and lean lightly into his chest, your hands basking in the warmth radiating through Austin’s white shirt. “You do realize it is your birthday month, right, Aus? Why am I the one getting all the special treatment?”

There’s a soft smirk playing on your lips and you revel in the way Austin tilts his head to the side, his own smirk quirking up at the corner of his mouth. “Who’s to say I’m not getting my own type of special treatment? Looking after my girl and seeing her happy sounds like a pretty nice birthday gift to me.”

Burying your face in Austin’s chest, you barely contain the squeal threatening to spill out of you over the actor’s words. This man somehow always knows the right thing to say to make you melt. “You’re such a heartthrob you know that?”

“I am a man of many talents,” Austin beams. The two of you laugh and you push lightly on his chest to get him to move back towards the living room.

“C’mon, think of the snacks waiting for us! I won’t let your incredibly smooth sweet talking make us miss out on our plan for an at home film experience!” No matter how tempting, you think.

“Trust me, sweetheart, I am thinking about my snack. Mine just isn’t in that little bag you got there.” As you bend down to pick up the plastic bag you haphazardly threw to the side at the reveal of your surprise flowers, Austin comes up behind you and lightly smacks your ass, causing you to let out a sharp gasp.

Jolting upright, you fake annoyance and watch as your boyfriend turns towards you and holds up his hands in innocence. You reach into the bag and throw one of the packets of candy at him. The blonde winks at you as he catches it with ease and then plops down on the couch.

“You’re right though, I did say I wouldn’t miss this for the world, and I am also a man of my word. So c’mon, Ryan’s waiting for us,” Austin grins as he pats the spot next to him on the couch.

Unable to keep up your feigned irritation, you let the smile that’s twitching at the corner of your lips break through as you hurry over to Austin. No matter what happens, you’d never turn down an open invitation from the man you love with all your heart.

Cuddling up to Austin’s side you sigh in the satisfaction of finally getting to relax with him. Sure you two are able to see each other relatively often considering the fact you live together, but it’s rare when you get to just sit together and do absolutely nothing besides enjoy each other’s company. No cameras, no expectations, just you and him.

If anyone were to ask you, you’d say that’s what you’d call pure heaven.

As Austin presses play on the movie and the opening credits begin to roll, you watch as he rips open the bag of candy you threw at him. You take in how he eats one and then sets it aside, beginning to set up the rest of the treats he purchased for you. The reality of it all settles in as it does every so often and you feel a tiny squeeze in your chest as you take it in.

Having someone love you so deeply, having someone who knows practically every part of you from your favorite types of candy to what flowers you would like, having someone who sees your happiness as enough satisfaction for them and truly mean it, is just incredibly unbelievable.

You wonder practically every day how in the world you were lucky enough to find someone like that. To find someone who you love wholeheartedly and who loves you just the same, if not more. The material things—the flowers, the candy—are nice, but nothing beats the feeling you get when you’re with Austin, and you thank your lucky stars that the universe brought him to you. You truly don’t know where you’d be, who you’d be, without him.

“Austin,” you start, looking into his clear blue eyes as he turns towards you, a soft smile already adorning his lips as he catches sight of you. “Thank you for…”

You can’t even begin to think of where to start. You’re sat here looking at this man that’s staring at you with such a fond, loving expression and it’s like words won’t even dare try to form in your mind in a way that would express everything you feel for him. There aren’t enough of them, there aren’t any right ones.

“For what, sweetheart?” Austin whispers as he reaches out and tucks a piece of your hair behind your ear, the warmth from his fingertips leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“For the…flowers,” you say before letting out an airy laugh. “For the candy, for staying in with me and letting me coerce you into watching this movie for the thousandth time, for just being you, and a million other things I don’t think I’ll ever have the right words to express.”

“You don’t have to thank me for any of that, my love, but you’re welcome anyways. I do it all because I want to, there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you just like I know there isn’t anything you wouldn’t do for me. I hope you know how much I appreciate you. I love you.” Austin leans down and plants a kiss on your forehead before pulling you even closer to his side, wanting nothing but to have you wrapped in his arms.

As your boyfriend turns his attention back to the movie and begins to rub his hand soothingly up and down your back, you feel a sense of content wash over you. When you’re with Austin, it feels like no matter what happens, as long as you have each other, everything will be okay. Nothing is certain, but you’d bet everything you’ve got that this love is.

“I love you too, Aus.”

[poly-thot-one-piece-edition]

Phraseology

Fem!Reader/Demon!Sabo/Mythical Beast!Marco >.>

Summary - Urban fantasy vibes. Reader is a smut writer who does an impromptu book signing at The Archive, an old as balls library that the city has grown up around. The decision changes her life, and shenanigans ensue.

CW: Canon levels of violence, lots of sex, Sabo likes to watch, Marco likes to make reader sing. Voyeurism, oral given, oral received, fingering, the gloves stay on, sex, mdni

@mfreedomstuff

Chapter 5: Slow Down

Dinner at Baratie’s had been an experience. The food was beyond anything you had tried before, and there was nothing that left you wanting. It was, itself, nearly a three-hour affair. The courses were well-paced, and Marco and Sabo were both known by the staff again. Conversation was light, some of it about the Archive, some of it about your books, most of it was about the three of you and the past five years.

How Sabo had nearly started flirting with you when he first saw you, but figured Marco would scold him and ask if he could assist you instead. Marco admitted the rule about no fooling around in the Archive was for his own sanity, but it was also one he and Sabo adhered to. It was the only way to manage a full shift of work.

With the tension between the three of you, however, you weren’t sure how long that rule was going to last. You were pretty sure that there were going to be a lot of “let’s go home for lunch” style lunch breaks in your future.

Not that you were complaining.

While the Baratie was an experience, nothing had prepared you for the sight of Marco and Sabo’s home.

Just past the city limits sign was the turn off to the road that eventually led to their home. The driveway to the gates was long enough to be mistaken for a road on its own, and what was beyond the gates could be called little else except a castle.

Three stories of stone work. You couldn’t comprehend whatever square footage someone would dare to tell you. It was massive. It had to take several people several hours a day to keep it clean. You half expected to learn that the furniture came to life when the sun went down and did the cleaning for them.

It was, at the bare minimum, every bit as big as the Archive itself.

Marco and Sabo gave you a few moments to gawk before getting out of the car and then helping you out.

“I expected… a lot,” you admit, one hand gesturing to the grand building in front of you. “I was… that is…”

“It is a bit overly grand,” Sabo admits, looking up at the castle while he and Marco stand beside you. “It’s been in my family for some generations, and was thus inherited by me. A series of events that are poor topics for the evening, led to it being simply me in there, and then Marco and I after he and I met.”

“You’re doing better than me, pretty bird.” Marco hums, putting an arm around your waist. “My legs buckled at the sight and I sat down in the middle of the driveway.”

“I promise, sweet dove, in a few moment’s time, you won’t be worried about all this.” Sabo offers, drawing your gaze away from the impressive building toward him. “Unless you wish to delay our dessert course even longer?”

It’s difficult to notice anything else when Sabo looks at you like that. It’s a little hard to think about anything else. You’d always loved his eyes, how bright and clear they were, oftentimes even when you thought the color of his irises would be lost to shadow, but right now it was something else.

You could lean in and kiss him without another thought, though he seems to hold you at bay even as he leads you into the house. Marco is beside you, and while the details of the foyer come into your mind, you don’t focus on them. There’s beauty and care in the home itself, something that makes it both timeless and tasteful, but you can’t hold onto any specifics.

You aren’t particularly concerned about them as you walk up the marble stairs easily, following after Sabo as though you’ve walked through these halls a hundred times already. It was so comfortable, and comforting, and you were barely aware even as you entered the room that was apparently your destination for the evening.

Large windows had their curtains drawn and moonlight lit the room softly. Nothing but clear skies and the bright moon.

Nothing but you, and them.

Sabo tugs the sash that accenting your dress, and pulls it off slowly. The only sound in the room is the material of the sash against the dress, the tension slipping away as he pulls it free and begins to fold it neatly. Marco’s warmth is at your back, his hands unclasping the catch at the back of your dress, slowly pulling down the small zipper with care.

The sound of it, the feeling of cool air against your back as the material parts a little, the heat rolling off Marco that keeps it from being cold against your skin. Your lips part as your breath warms, the heat flushing beneath your skin while Sabo carefully removes the jewelry dappling your skin.

“If you need us to stop,” Sabo offers quietly and you shake your head.

“If you stop now, I might cry,” you admit softly, gasping sweetly when Marco’s gloved hands slip inside your dress and brush against your back as he brings them up to your shoulders.

“Don’t worry, yoi,” Marco murmurs, his words nearly dripping onto your neck. “If you cry tonight it’ll be because it feels that good.”

The nervous sound that escapes you has Sabo flashing a grin at you, Marco’s hands slipping the sleeves of your gown off, letting it slide down your body and pool around your feet. Sabo kneels down before you, helping you step safely away from the gown. He takes a moment to fold it neatly while Marco starts to undo the corset.

“Hold onto me, love,” Marco hums, leaning over your shoulder enough you can reach up and put a hand on his shoulder when Sabo lifts one of your feet to take your heels off. “Just like that.”

Once Sabo has your heels off, and everything set aside, Marco turns you around. Sabo takes over unlacing the corset, pulling it off you as Marco begins to undo his tie. You let Sabo move you while you watch Marco strip, tossing his tie aside and making an easy show of undoing the button of his jacket and then his dress shirt.

Sabo holds your hand in his, reaching around and releasing the clasps of your garter with one hand. The loss of the tension pulls your gaze down momentarily, but it’s pulled back up when Marco’s shirt hits the floor.

You can hardly believe what you’re seeing.

You knew Marco had tattoos, the ink peeked past the fold of his shirts and danced at the edges of his collar almost everyday, but you hadn’t expected him to be practically covered. Teals and golden lines danced over his skin, the main theme being a phoenix. It’s life, death and rebirth as far as you could gather. The work was beautiful, but so was the body beneath it.

Gods save you, you’d seen him carry around stacks of books like they weighed nothing, but you’d thought it was simply a function of repetition and not - well.

Marco left his pants on for now, walking toward you as Sabo held both of your hands in his, his voice soft against your ear, his warmth comforting against your back.

“All that’s left on you right now is yours, sweet dove.” He hums, and you look down to see your lacy bra and panties are all that’s left. The thigh highs are already starting to slip on their own, but those weren’t meant to be returned to the tailor shop anyway. “You should be very clear how fond you are of your clothes before we get started.”

“Huh? I… I,” Sabo’s hands grab your wrists as you stammer, pulling them down and back. You don’t resist the hold, especially not when Marco tilts your chin up and leans down.

“We’ll keep these,” Marco answers for you, his eyes slipping up from your body, past your lips and to your own hooded gaze. “A memento of this night, yoi.”

“Y-yeah,” you agree, voice barely a sound in the first place as your eyes fall down to his lips.

You don’t even have to ask, the shift of your tongue over your lips is enough to invite him. Warmth floods your lips as Marco presses you into Sabo with the weight of his need. You shift a little in Sabo’s grasp, but not in a way that indicates you want to be let go. He presses into you from behind and you moan into the kiss, melting between the two of them.

“Please,” you shiver the word as the kiss breaks and the two of them move.

Sabo undoes your bra and Marco pulls it away, tossing it aside. Gloved hands are teasing your nipples, Marco devouring your lips when you gasped in pleasure from Sabo’s teasing. Marco slips his hands in yours, his hot skin against yours, and he holds your arms out while Sabo teases your breasts. Marco’s thigh between yours forces your legs apart, leaning your back into Sabo’s chest and sending a thrill through you from the pressure against your pussy.

Your fingers flex against Marco’s and the rush of pleasure has you moaning into the kiss. The treatment was equal parts command and worship. They moved you as they pleased, but every motion was one you were willing to endure.

You wriggled against Sabo as the pleasure built. It was mostly your own fault, every twitch and shiver from the sweet pleasure his gloves were teasing into your nipples made you rub against Marco’s thigh. You could barely beg, Marco’s lips barely giving yours a moment’s respite.

“Please,” you gasp finally, hips rutting into his thigh no matter how much you tried to stop yourself.

“The seams of the gloves are a little rough,” Sabo admits, shifting his teasing so he’s rubbing the pads of his fingertips against the tips of your nipples, instead of using the seams to send thrills into your chest. You’re so worked up, however, that it just makes you whine more, hands twisting and flexing in Marco’s grip. You swear you can feel the supple grain of the leather like they’re bristles of a brush you’re so sensitive.

“You’re allowed to cum,” Marco promises against your lips.

“Y-yeah,” you nod breathlessly but you aren’t sure if you mean you are going to right then, or if you’re just acknowledging that you can.

“Seems a shame to let such a treat soak into your pants, love.” Sabo says, and it takes you a moment to realize he’s speaking to Marco.

“True, she is our dessert this evening.” He agrees, and before you ask them what they need you to do, Marco is on his knees.

“Oh gods,” you husk, hand in his hair as he releases his hold on your right hand to heft your leg up onto his shoulder. “Oh gods,” you repeat, your mind unable to think of anything else.

“We’re not,” Sabo hums. “But if you say his name…”

Marco’s thumb hooks your lacy panties and pulls them to the side. “Dessert so sweet she’s dripping.” He hums, and you can feel the heat of words against your labia.

“M-Marco, please,” you murmur the words and he looks up at you, bright teal blue eyes with flecks of gold, and you swear it’s almost like they’re going to catch on fire. “Fuck.”

“In a moment, sweet bird,” he promises you just as his tongue flicks out and licks the slick from your pussy. “Dessert first.”

Nuzzling into your cunt he licks and sucks your clit, holding onto your left hand still and letting your right hand get tangled into his hair. If you’re gripping his hair too harshly he makes no indication, focused on the task before him.

“N-no,” you gasp involuntarily.

“No?” Sabo hum inquisitively, still teasing your nipples relentlessly.

“Guh-gonna cum!” You cry, shivering between them.

“That is the intent,” he coos at you.

“Mercy, please, it feels too good, I can’t,” you’re nearly in tears at the pleasure that seems to do nothing but build and build inside you.

“You can,” he assures you.

“I’mma cum, Sabo, I’m gonna scream!” You shake your head, but you can’t throw off the building euphoria.

“Several times tonight if all goes well,” he replies, pinching your nipples as Marco’s mouth sends you over the edge. The sharp tweak and the heavy rush of pleasure has your body taut between them, gasping breaths from you that you can’t contain anymore.

Marco licks and kisses you through the orgasm, letting go of your hand to steady you when your legs start to shake. They keep you in place for a minute until you catch your breath and your legs steady again.

“It was assumptive on our part,” Sabo says, bringing you over to the bed so you can sit after Marco helps take your panties off. “That you wanted to cum, but your words were a bit at odds. Perhaps we could employ a safe word or two?”

Smiling, you nod. “You assumed correctly, but that would be a good idea.”

“Alright, then for now, touching me is red.” Sabo says, putting a finger under your chin and tilting your gaze up. “Lest I put your hand there myself, okay?”

You nod lightly, closing your eyes as Sabo runs his thumb over your lips.

“Based on your books, one would assume you don’t mind things getting a little rough, but we can wait for that.” He muses, pressing the pad of his thumb against your tongue when you open your mouth and eyes, looking up at him as he holds your tongue in place. “Perhaps something more… filling, for that sweet mouth of yours.”

You flush as the bed shifts from added weight. Looking over as best as you can while Sabo still has a hold of your chin, you realize Marco’s seated next to you. As far as you can tell the only thing he has on are the gold dangling earrings he likes to wear, and his tattoos.

“Oh the curiosity in your eyes.” Sabo purrs, urging you to stand up and keep your eyes on him for a moment longer. “So obedient.” He leans in, as if to kiss you. Instead he turns you around, so you’re facing Marco.

Sabo’s gloved hands rest on your shoulders as you watch Marco openly take you in with his gaze. You almost want to cover yourself up, but considering his mouth was between your thighs a few minutes ago, it seems a silly thing to do.

Instead, you let your own eyes wander. Slipping off the end of the earrings that caught the soft bits of moonlight, down to the tattoos that hugged the curve of the muscles of his body. The feathers that shivered against the curve of his arms, the scenes that mimicked some part of his life across his chest, that were woven through a stylized cross, and traveled further down.

To his…

The heat rose in your face as the elegant tattoos were shoved out of your mind. Marco wasn’t just tall he was proportionate.

Very properly.

Proportioned.

“Perhaps you would like to return the earlier favor?” Sabo purrs into your ear, hands slipping down your arms as you both step closer. Marco opens his legs for you, and Sabo’s hands on your hips has you bending over at the waist to get to what you want.

Marco’s hand in your gets you to tilt your head to the side, and you lick up his hard shaft, watching his thighs flex until you take the tip of his cock into your mouth. The soft sigh and gentle flex of his fingers in your hair is enough to urge you on. Using your tongue you teas his tip for a moment before you begin to take him into your mouth. A little more each time, distracted only by the knowledge that Sabo was certainly staring.

Once you get about halfway down on Marco’s cock you feel Sabo’s gloved hand against the curve of your ass. Moaning, you squirm a little, but the two keep you in place easily.

“I’m just going to make sure Marco can get his fill when you’re done.” Sabo hums, pushing a gloved finger into your vagina. The leather makes the single finger thick and you groan against Marco again.

The glove itself is a new sensation, making his hand cooler than it would be, and you can feel his finger shift beneath the leather a little when he pulls out before pushing back in. He continues until you can hear the messy wet sound of your own arousal over the wet sound of the blow job you were giving.

Licking your tongue up the length of Marco’s shaft, you let the tip pop out of your mouth with a messy sound, one followed quickly by a loud moan from you as Sabo pushes two fingers inside you. Marco tugs on your hair, pulling your head back as your body arches from the initial pleasure.

The look on his face is one of absolute authority, and you feel like you’d walk outside right now if he told you to. Instead he holds your gaze for a moment, watching your face as Sabo fingers you.

“His fingers feel good, yeah?” Marco hums and you nod. He leans down and nuzzles his cheek against yours softly before speaking low into your ear. “Tell him, yoi.”

Marco leans back enough that you can see the easy hooded gaze he always has. He’s close, so close, and you can’t look anywhere else.

“S-Sabo, you feel - your fingers feel good,” you stammer, the heat rushing into your face as a smirk slips over Marco’s face. He’s drinking in your embarrassment and there’s no escape. “They - aahhh!” Your hand goes to Marco’s side as Sabo pushes three fingers inside you. You knew from looking at him he was going to be solid, but having your hand on him like this was something else.

“I think you’re ready, yoi.” Marco says and you whine softly.

“I can,” casting your eyes down you reach out with your free hand and wrap your fingers around him. “Did you get bigger?” You question, your original statement lost to this new information. Marco loosens his grip on your hair when you look down. At the same time Sabo shoves his fingers deep and you flex your hand against Marco’s cock.

“I’m ready.” Marco growls, leaning down and picking you up easily. You yip at the sudden shift, Sabo’s fingers no longer inside you, your feet no longer on the ground, your body pressed against Marco’s chest.

He lays you out on the bed so that the head of the bed is on your right, and the foot of it is on your left, and you have to tilt your bead back to see Sabo, who has already pulled up a chair and is getting comfortable. Marco comes onto the bed by your feet, hands on your legs, making you sigh as he rubs your ankles.

He kisses your thighs and massages your calves, working up your legs slowly, spreading them carefully. The slow build up is going to be the end of you, but you can’t dare ask him to hurry up. As much as you want him to fill you up, you also want the night to last forever. Instead you tilt your head back and look over at Sabo, reaching out to him without thinking.

“Red, sweet dove,” he says softly as you lay your arms back down on the bedding. “Worry not, I’m enjoying every moment of this.”

A kiss pressed into the inside of your thigh pulls your attention back to Marco. His hands on your hips, his lips leaving hot kisses up your stomach. The tip of his earring drags softly against your torso and you can’t pull your eyes away from him. A soft lick against your skin, brief and playful, eyes that aren’t looking at you, but are aware you’re looking.

He pauses over your breasts, lips a breath away as your nipple stiffens from anticipation before he finally leans down and kisses it. His fingers slip between yours, pushing your hands into the bedding as his lips and tongue tease your nipple, one side until you squirm and moan and then the other. Marco kisses the center of your chest when he finally shows you mercy, trailing kisses up your neck slowly as his legs spread yours even further, causing you to rest your thighs against his.

The heated kiss against your lips doesn’t last as long as you like, but Marco leans back and watches you soundlessly as he starts to push inside you. You’re so wet there’s no resistance as he parts your lips and starts to fill you up. All you can do is practically pant, tears at the corners of your eyes. You don’t even know why you’re crying, but it feels good, the stretch relieves an ache you didn’t even know you were feeling.

“Please,” you gasp, and Marco kisses you softly. “Please,” you sigh again.

“Please what, pretty bird.” He prompts with a tender tone, steadily sinking in deeper.

“Don’t stop,” you nearly beg him.

“I won’t.” He assures you, letting go of your hands and shifting enough to hook your knees with his arms, pushing your legs back further before finally pressing down until his hips are flush against you.

Marco sighs as you grab his arms. “No, no, no, oh-gods-don’t-move,” you whine the words in quick succession and Marco pulls back before pushing back in again, grinding into you. “No-no-no-gonna-cum-gonna-!!”

He doesn’t show you any mercy, teasing and thrusting until it pushes you over the edge again. You can’t believe you came so fast, but Sabo’s fingering had put you so close and the teasing and anticipation from Marco after had been enough. Once he’d hilted inside you it was a mix of physical and emotional ecstasy and you couldn’t hold on anymore.

The pleasure blotted your skin like the ink on Marco’s body, a gentle moan slipping from your lips as your body trembled softly beneath him. Marco gave you a moment to catch your breath before he started to move again. Each motion sent shivers through your body, the pleasure was sweet and persistent and you were willing to be drowned by it.

He snaps his hips into you quickly, pushing you back just enough that your head tilts back off the bed, letting you look back at Sabo easier. You hold onto Marco’s arms so you don’t get pushed back any further, looking up at Sabo.

“Beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching out and pressing his gloved palm against your cheek. You nuzzle into it, breath falling out in heavy, heated huffs as Marco starts to pick up the pace.

“You seem to need assistance,” Sabo says, his tone mischievous. “And I need someone to clean my glove.”

You open your mouth, and he pushes two fingers inside. The mix of leather and arousal is delicious, and muddles your thoughts even more than they already were. You would happily become a sweet little doll if it meant being between these two for the rest of your days.

Marco’s lips mark your shoulders and chest carefully, Sabo’s fingers push into your mouth, playing with your tongue and threatening to gag you until he eases up. You’re caught between the two of them and the growing euphoria is bigger this time than it had been so far.

When you whine Sabo pulls his fingers out of your mouth, bringing his dry glove to your lips and grabbing your tongue. The grip is light enough you could pull away, but tight enough that he is holding onto it.

“I’m going to see your face when you cum this time,” Sabo commands, a shimmer flickering through his eyes.

“’Esh,” you agree, and he releases the grip on your tongue. You keep looking at him, the position making you dizzy as the bliss within you rises, blood rushing to your head.

Marco shift, leaning back onto his legs. He’s braced one of your legs against his, pinned the other beneath his leg, and started teasing your clit with his thumb. Your eyes go wide as your body goes taut from the rush of stimulation and Sabo puts a gloved hand on either side of your face.

“Don’t fight it, sweet dove,” he hums as your whole body begins to shiver. You’re white-knuckling the bedding unable to move between the two of them. Marco has your legs pinned, you can’t grab hold of Sabo, and you can’t look away from him.

There’s nowhere for you to go.

“I’m gonna,” you husk, your voice is coarse and scattered by the heavy panting breaths rushing the words past your lips.

“So’s he,” Sabo hums, eyes shifting over to Marco before looking back at you. “Mmm, in or out?”

“In, in!” You cry. “In, please, please, I’m gonna cum!”

“I bet you look divine covered, but as you wish,” Sabo hums and all you can do is nod as pleasure over takes you again.

Tears slip from your eyes, soaking into Sabo’s gloves as pleasure jolts through you. Marco’s thumb at your clit pushes the dizzying bliss to a new height, and your eyes nearly roll back for a second as your body tries to curl.

You can’t break the grip you’re in between the two of them and when the first wave passes you’re able to suck in a breath and cry out as the euphoria rushes through you. You can feel the slick of Marco filling you up as you start to come down from your high and the sensation is enough to send an extra thrill through you.

You can’t help the pouting whine that slips your lips as Marco pulls out of you. He chuckles a bit as the two of them move you into a more stable position on the bed. Marco kisses your tummy, and you kiss the pad of Sabo’s thumb when he presses it against your lips.

“You did good, pretty bird.” Marco hums, laying down behind you and pulling your back to his chest so the two of you can face Sabo comfortably.

“If it was half as good as it looked, I imagine you’re suitably satisfied.” Sabo adds and you nod.

“You prefer to watch?” You question, sinking into Marco with a contented sigh and looking into Sabo’s eyes.

“For now.” Sabo answers, a genuinely relaxed smile on his face you aren’t sure what to do with.

Except wonder idly if you could handle taking both of them. Sabo left most of the work to Marco and you were tired down to your bones. If it had been both of them, you think it would take you a week to recover.

[gleppy]

boundaries

hi!

so, as you grow, so do i has gotten really popular. way more popular than i ever expected it to. and with that, i've obviously gotten a lot of comments.

comments are a great way to make authors smile! i truly appreciate every time someone takes the time out of their day to leave a comment on my work. however, personal boundaries of mine have been routinely breached in my comment section, and it's gotten to a point where i feel like i have to say something about it. i'm not blaming anyone, as i try not to assume bad faith in people and it's not like you guys would know what does and doesn't bother me just from reading my fic, but i do want to put this out there so that i can avoid it happening again. so! here's a list of what to please avoid doing when leaving a comment on as you grow.

i've talked about this one before, but i'm going to reiterate it because this is probably what bothers me the most: do not give me "suggestions" for stuff to include in future chapters. this isn't one of those request book fics. the version of my story that i'm excited to tell is the one i envisioned, not the version others want to see. "pitches" just make me feel like i'm not being trusted as the author to make my own creative decisions and get me all worried that i'm going to disappoint people if they don't see exactly the things they want so please just don't. this is my fic, it's not a community effort. if there's something specific you want to see, you are always free to write your own fic rather than trying to take control of mine. i've been writing fic for years, i'd like to think i know what i'm doing instead of needing randos to tell me how to write my own story.

alongside this, i do not want constructive criticism. unwarranted suggestions make me worry that i will disappoint readers. unwarranted critiques make me worry that i already have. pointing out a typo or a continuity error is one thing, but straight-up telling me "here's what you could have done better" is rude. i did not ask.

related to the above: it is ESPECIALLY disheartening if you do this without ever bothering to sandwich your critiques/advice between praise or compliments. i don't want concrit or pitches in general, but telling me about the things you liked alongside it will at least soften the blow somewhat. if the only times you ever interact with my fic are to give me unwarranted advice (including if you just point out errors!) and you can't be bothered to say a single good thing or even do the bare minimum in leaving a kudos, i will block you.

do not heckle me about updates. if you can believe it, i have a life and responsibilities outside of writing fanfic. there are days where i lack the free time or the motivation to write. i already feel guilty whenever i miss a day of writing, comments complaining that the next chapter hasn't come out yet do not help. to be fair i know this fandom is pretty used to writers that are quantity > quality (hem hem) but that is just not the kind of writer i am. i'd much rather take my time to write an actual well-thought-out and compelling chapter than frantically shit out something soulless and lacklustre and rife with errors to appease the crowd of people who were breathing down my neck begging for an update. i'd like to think my output is pretty damn impressive (230k words in less than a year, and that's not even counting all the spin-offs and additional fics i've written? like, come on) but the constant "where's the next chapter" "when do you update" "i'm begging you to post again" just makes me feel like all the hard work i'm doing STILL isn't good enough. so, let's just not. you all had no problems waiting several months for new md episodes to drop, you can wait 3 weeks (the literal longest i've gone without updating and it was a one-off occurrence, by the way) for a fanfic chapter.

this one isn't as much of a dealbreaker as everything else i've said but please do NOT use tone indicators when commenting (or when speaking to me in general). i know that a lot of neurodivergent people find tone indicators helpful but personally they just make me feel patronized and infantilized. it's especially weird when you leave me a positive comment and then end it with "/gen" or something because like, why did you feel the need to specify that you actually meant it that time? idk, comments with tone indicators give me way more anxiety than a comment without one ever could so please just try to avoid them when conversing with me.

if you're thinking of commenting anything along the lines of "this is why i hate/don't want kids" on a fic written by someone who clearly wants to have kids some day and is writing the fic as an outlet: don't. just do not.

do not act parasocial with me. liking what i create does not entitle you to my time or attention and having a handful of positive interactions with me does not equate to being my friend. i have gotten a lot of straight-up rude or offensive comments and am told to calm down when i attempt to defend myself because the original commenter was apparently just joking. if someone is a stranger and they comment something cynical, i have no frame of reference to determine if they're being serious or not. when are you are jokingly rude to me, you are assuming a level of familiarity with me that is not there. playful rudeness to someone you do not know on a personal level is no different than being genuinely rude. before commenting anything snarky or sardonic on an author or artist's work, even if you have good intentions, please ask yourself, "how would this read to someone who doesn't know me or my brand of comedy?"

(as an aside, if you're blocked and you don't know why, there's a 99% chance that your account is full of incest/underage/noncon/etc fic. look, i get that the whole point of ao3 is that it's the anti-censorship website, and i support y'all's freedom to create or consume whatever content you want if it's fiction, i just want that content to be kept away from me for my own sake.)

i know that the majority of things on this list are done with good intentions and to express your enthusiasm about the fic. as frustrating as this stuff can be, i am absolutely not accusing anyone of trying to upset me on purpose. but please put yourself in my shoes and try to imagine how you'd feel if you worked really hard on something that meant a lot to you and shared it with the world only for someone to tell you it would be so much better if you included (insert thing you had absolutely no plans to include) or that they don't agree with the way you portray certain characters or that they can't stand the thought of what you've written ever happening to them irl (i can completely empathize with the decision to remain childfree but come on, that's not a personality trait, y'all) or that the 40+ chapters you've already worked so hard to put out there isn't enough to satisfy them, they need MORE.

i write for fun and i write for free. i understand that by putting my fic on a public forum, i am opening myself up to these sorts of interactions. but at the end of the day, there is still a whole human being on the other side of the fic you're reading. i am not a vending machine that will spit out a new chapter if you punch in the right combination of numbers. i do not live and breathe fanfic and spend my days sitting at my computer brainstorming my next chapter. and ultimately, i don't owe anyone anything. i don't owe anyone an update within a specific time frame. i don't owe anyone the exact scene/chapter/entire fucking fic (yes i have legitimately gotten requests before for entire multi-chapter fics) that they want to see. hell, i don't even owe anyone an explanation as to why i've blocked them. you are entitled to nothing, point blank.

fic is a gift. i write fic to express my love for a ship, a series, a character. i post it in the hopes that other people will enjoy reading about something they also love. sure, free speech is a thing and you technically are allowed to do any of the aforementioned things. but just because you can, doesn't mean you should.

[not-goldy]

No matter what Jk does some ppl will. never. be satisfied. They will always twist what he says, what he does, especially when it comes to Jimin. It will never be enough. Like, he could literally kiss him on cam they’d still say he wasn’t into it, didn’t French kiss him but just gave him a quick peck or whatever so it means he was just doing the bare minimum blah blah blah. They could even fuck for the whole world to see they’d manage to scrutinize his thrusts and the number of sweat drops falling down his back to say he was just doing it out of curtosy lmao. If Jk and Jikook don't satisfy you why keeping up with him? Seriously, why do ppl are so keen to waste their time like this if they don’t enjoy the content they’re engaging with? 2024 is right around the corner y’all, time to check your priorities… life is short, donˋt waste it. As for me, I'm so relieved these two will have each other for the next 18 months! I can't wait for the Jikook Show, it’s going to be epic, I don’t think we’re ready lmao

Forget them, they just trolling 🤣 🤣🤣🤣🤣

This what they sent in 😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹

The jealousy and envy disguised as criticism.

They are just like Tuktukkers. They deliberately act blind and dumb and belittle JK's efforts and contributions so it's easier for them to hate on him.

"Jk couldn't attend Face promos" said with a dumb smug face in the same sentence as "just because he sings all JMs songs on his live- to promote his music to his unique fans, boost his reach, generate sales from the free ad and marketing- doesn't mean he supports him."

Naaa he should have sent a coffee truck that makes JM no money, sent food and flowers- that makes JM no money in sales for his Album whatsoever- That would have been so much better if he wanted to support JMs Album than him actually promoting his songs on live

Same people who complain Army doesn't buy Jms songs or stream his music. Same persons.

Jungkook is a sold out King and people will die to have him promote their content on his highly engaging lives- but nooooo that's not an asset to them when it comes to supporting Jm. Nope.

Even though he's shown time and again that's his way of supporting those he loves. His brother starts a business and he jumps right on live wearing his merch. Did he not get in trouble for that?

Jimin does a documentary and who shows up out of the blue to support him? Mic'd and all

Jimin is practicing for his MV and who shows up to watch and support him then too?

They call Jimin daddy but won't get off JKs Dick.

Hobi is adorable and we all want a sunshine like him- but he's so supportive Jimin chose Jungkook to do MS with 🥺

Talk of being there for Jimin🤭

And it's crazy they keep craving what others have when those others also want what Jungkook is and does for Jimin. You think Tuktukkers would be superimposing Taes face on Jikook moments if they were happy with Tuktukks dynamics?

Flowers and food- when we all know who is constantly eating with Jimin, pressuring Jimin to go out and eat with him, the one who BTS themselves call Jimin's chef,

the one doing cooking shows with him is not Hobi

It's almost as if they don't watch any content from BTS other than snippets from Twitter.

Watch Sope, Bon Voyage, Run, Episodes, lives- in full not the edits sir.

We here have a whole Ramen joke running in the Fandom because that's all JK keeps saying he eats with JM. The food buddies. Whenever Jungkook posts food you'd find JM in the comments somewhere reminiscing.

Those flowers and food gave him strength- bitch bye.

When it comes to gift giving, bts have ever complained the one person Jungkook gifts is Jimin prompting them to tease him that Jimin was his favorite out of the group.

Nevermind the snow block he went out to the mountains and brought back for him. We know in this Fandom Jungkook tones things down with Jimin when it comes onto gifts cos he'd kiss and tell and act a fool. It's common Fandom knowledge so I know he is not trying to imply Jungkook does nothing for JM.

That's toxic solo street slang rooted in fiction.

Watch content for yourself and spare us the rubbish.

[womenaremypriority]

I decided to vote for Kamala Harris. I was unsure if I was going to give an update on my thoughts (I actually voted a couple days ago) but decided to, especially with the insane things Trump keeps saying.

However, I still understand why someone would abstain from voting and don’t think it’s automatically a sign someone doesn’t care about Trump. I am going to give the argument/thought process behind not voting, and if you think “but what about ___?” Then keep in mind I decided to vote and probably already know: I’m just explaining the thought process. With regards to not voting because of Palestine. In my experience, it’s more of a “the Democrats need to learn supporting Israel will make them lose” than a sincere belief Trump would be better. A lot of people have portrayed that as “wanting to elect Trump to punish the democrats” but it’s not about punishing them for some interpersonal grudge or small slight, it’s about supporting Israel during a genocide (and if you aren’t someone who thinks Israel is doing wrong, I can’t convince you, I suppose). Thousands of peoples lives isn’t just one political issue out of many. If Trump loses, he’s not going to blame it on him supporting Israel(not that he’ll believe it at all) but if Harris loses, she might. Showing democrats that supporting Israel will cost them the election is the best way to actually change anything within the bounds of electoralism. I know someone said that it’s probably not a big enough issue, but it is- the majority of Americans, especially democrats, support a ceasefire. I can link my source below. This is far from meaning every one of those people will not vote because of it, and far from meaning the majority of those people support the US withdrawing any and all aid to Israel, but it’s still a big issue. Democrats aren’t stupid, they’re aware a lot of people are not happy about this. There are protests whether they go, multiple celebrities have spoken about it, and it was a major deal during the DNC. They know it’s important to many voters, and the ultimate way to show that is to withhold your vote. The point of protesting is to threaten further action. And some people have said “we just have to defeat Trump this election, he’s too dangerous”: but do you really think that the millions of people who’ve went batshit insane in the past 8 years will just go away? I’m not saying this in a “complain that I have to pay attention to politics and due to the bare minimum of voting for president every 4 years” way, because I’m well aware that there’s always going to be a threat with regards to politics, unless you live in a utopia. The point is that saying we just have to accept what we can with the democrats, because Trump is a fascist- that will be held over us for the next few elections. Meaning that the democrats can just do whatever, as long as they appear more progressive. That is not enough. They need to know that’s not enough.

I also live in a solidly republican state, so me voting for her won’t matter. It won’t mean anything if I vote for her, but it could potentially mean something if I voted third party, even if it doesn’t change the outcome, it would show that more people support a third way.

But, yes, I decided to vote for her anyway. I figured that even if the dems lose, they are not going to blame it on not being progressive enough. They’re just going to go further right. And Trump is basically promising mass violence towards Mexican immigrants (and 99% likely some Americans with Mexican parents). Democrats haven’t come out as hard against the idea of mass deportations as I wish, but Trump’s rhetoric is incredibly violent. Also, yes, obviously nationwide abortion rights, and the idea of Harris, a black women, defeating Trump, who is definitely a rapist. There’s also still at least one rapist on the Supreme Court, put there by Trump. There’s also a million other things I don’t have to outline.

That said, I understand why someone would think differently. Blaming someone for being unable to still vote for the democrats, instead of blaming them, is unfair. It is their fault for putting us in a hostage situation, for saying we have to accept genocide and imperialism in order to get basic rights and a lack of even more imperialism.

and yes I do support… more drastic action, generally, which is not meaningfully different from myself and women on here supporting more drastic action with regards to male violence. If you can understand “women should start killing all rapists” you can understand that, too. But that’s not the main point, anyway.

There are probably some people who thought me not voting was the right decision, and if that’s you, sorry, I suppose. Or if you’re someone who thinks it’s weird to see the other side but still decide to vote for her, then I don’t know what to say to that because it’s just 1) changing my mind but 2) still understanding multiple perspectives.

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miss terra what’s ur opinion on taylor swift? i feel like her latest album was a huge disappointment compared to her others, but i also feel like people are only hating so much because they’re eager to see a successful woman fail. i think any artist worth their salt will eventually go through a “flop” phase. but at the same time, i do know she got to this place of privilege in an unethical way, & that the work of nonwhite artists is ignored in favor of hers. would you agree when people say she has a monopoly on the music industry?

Taylor is by no means a good musician/singer at all. it's the extent of her performance, on and off stage, that no one is better at. she's worked harder to build a fanbase which idol worships her and feeds into their obsession with a particular kind of quasi-religious parasocial relationship super consistently. She's never turned against them. Most artists aren't willing to feed into Celebrity Worship Syndrome. Taylor is insane enough to love it. She never gets tired and delves into her privacy, she genuinely loves stans and will keep giving them varieties of stuff forever, which is the actual thing that makes her famous. No singer can poach the swifties, because they aren't obsessed with music, they love Taylor.

Music itself does not matter to a layman, it hasn't in a century. Anti Taylors lie about caring about technical skill and composition and virtuosic singing ability, but they don't listen to Vivaldi or Paganini 🤷🏾‍♀️ It's all parasociality marketing! she could retire to sell lyric tshirts or go into perfume and all her fans will follow. And then people will complain that she destroyed the graphic tee industry.

She's a hilariously out of touch awkward woman with every possible privilege available to women. But that doesn't shield her from misogyny. people blame her for ruining the garbage tiktokified music industry or swiftinomics for causing inflation or her high emissions for causing global warming. Or criticize her as if she's a major capitalist monopoly. Newsflash there are thousands of billionaire capitalist male CEOs doing 50x worse, on purpose, at a mass production scale for profits. if you're going to criticize her byproducts as the epitome of capitalism, then get rid of your iphone and amazon prime, go vegan, and boycott Disney first.

She isn't even doing the bare minimum of what she could to mitigate damages, but neither does the average person throwing stones, while ignoring the men who are much worse. Newsflash, monopolies and the declining "purity" of music isn't what they actually love hating on, though their criticism always manages to curiously land on women... Hmm! 🤔

All that to say I do not care about the modern music industry, or any American music, because I only listen to historically informed baroque music conservatories or 00s visual kei anyway! lol

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Every single day that Hasan piker continues to spew his nonsense I laugh a little bit harder. And the reason is strictly because he talks out of both sides of his mouth and it's funny that his audience can't see it and continue to send money to him so that he gets more and more rich while complaining about capitalism.

But that's genuinely the point. He is using communism and socialism as concept ideas to profit from. He is the poster child of what the 01% would look like under either of those systems. Which is to say a rich elite who would be better than all of the rabble and who would demand all of the rabble donate all of their labor to him.

And there's one section in this, actually multiple, were you hear him talk out of both sides of his mouth. In which he will say that the government is constantly failing but we need to give the government absolute power to make things better. If the government with its current powers already can't fix the problem giving them more will not make the problem better it will exacerbate the problem. One such section that they talk about in this video is housing. If you disincentivize contractors from building homes and housing complexes then they will refuse to do so in the future unless forced to do so. Because there is zero incentive to do so.

And what Hassan knows but fails to talk on is the fact that if the government ran housing there would still be homeless people and all of the existing housing for all of the plebeian rabble would be bland ugly minimalistic shitholes. Because no one needs luxuries under the Communist Utopia that these idiots dream of. Because the ones dreaming about it think that they're going to be in charge and therefore think that they're going to be able to live lives of luxury while they can pretend to have solved issues by giving people less than the bare minimum in some instances.

And it's always wild to me that this rich, country hating, anti-Semitic, shit head, is somehow popular enough to have gotten to where he has with wealth selling an idea that literally he would not have been able to get rich off of. He has more than one car he's got a 3 million house and I'm pretty sure he probably has LLCs. And he probably exploited slave labor from other countries to sell the t-shirts and products that he sold to get rich. So not only has he participated in the system that he claims he hates he has helped propagate it.

And that's by design. It's always by design. Because these people are trying to sell you universal fairness as an idea so that they can profit off of you. Because at the end of the day they are the living embodiment of exploitative capitalism. Because realistically they do believe in capitalism. But only to their benefit. Not to the benefit of anyone else. And it is always important to note, that too many youth in our country are brainwashed by the idea of a universally equitable system when the real world cannot be and never will be fair. Communism and socialism are ideas that are fundamentally opposed to the morals of our country. They are contrary to the very foundation of our country. People like Hassan do not actually care about the problems. They will talk out of both sides of their mouth continue to profit and give money to charities whom they know do nothing. Because if you were to look into most of the charities that exist in the world today, you would see a bunch of people who are literally participating in cronyism. Because they get invited to all of the big social gatherings. The social elites love the idea of giving to the poor. And it also makes things a thousand times better when you consider the tax breaks that they get for it.

So they can look like they're actually helping the cause when in reality they're just lining their own pockets little by little at a time and living vicariously through the parties and functions and publicity that those charities receive. Because if the charities that did exist had goals of putting themselves out of business like should be so many issues that we have in the world might actually have gotten better thus far. Sadly however they get addicted to the lifestyle that they're allowed to live when they run these organizations. They get to live like the ultra rich even if they themselves are not. So they might not be the 1%, but because the 1% love having the ability to lessen their taxes they party with these people and they get to virtue signal as if they're doing the world a greater good.

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Ajkdlsld nobody asked for this extremely long misogyny rant but

😭😭 why is society so shit w rampant misogyny everywhere (most painfully, from other women) skkslsls. Reading the replies on that makeup post i reblogged and being chronically online in general is pissing me off lmao

Disclaimer: lol obviously this is all intersectional, like there are lots of ways in which I am extremely privileged (white/European/from a stereotypically desirable "educated, trustworthy, well-behaved, high tech" country/cisgender/able-bodied/neurotypical/privileged economic class etc etc). Doesn't mean the points outlined below don't apply to many women in relation to men who are in their otherwise same demographic

Things that I like about being a woman:

- my body (well don't always like it but don't want to change anything djkdkdj)

- being a lesbian

- being friends with other women (is easier) & not perceived as threatening by them in random interactions

- feeling "special" in some situations where i'm trailblazing or achieving something in a guy-dominated space, especially when other people point that out

- most interests i have/could think of having have no stigma attached to them that would make it difficult for me to pursue them. also corsets and ballgowns etc femme goth fashion pieces being societally 100% acceptable for me to wear in some situations and not even fringe

Things I don't like about being a woman:

- sexual harassment

- being talked over

- wage and employment discrimination

- basic misogyny shit like being expected to have children and take responsibility for all the people around you

- violent heteronormativity (obviously still hurts non straight men but hurts women more because the world feels so entitled to our bodies)

- having to worry about straight guy friends and acquaintances (esp classmates)' intentions (sadly its not stigmatised enough for people to be pushy w women so i get scared pre-emptively :/)

- SOCIETAL EXPECTATIONS FOR APPEARANCE AND COERCIVELY ENFORCED GENDER CONFORMING FEMININITY GRAAHHHHH going to kill every fashion beauty health etc company :) i don't care if doing it makes you personally happier or more confident you know where else conformity makes you powerful? politically oppressive dictatorships<3

- women friends (classmates) whose idea of girl talk is to alternately complain about and fawn over men through a sexual/romantic lens and evaluate them as potential partners, and who take my refusal to participate in this as personal rejection/rudeness and pull away from me as a friend because of it

- existence being political 24/7. no i cant ignore that its just always there

- dating (thats shit for everyone but there are specific annoying lesbian dating experiences such as: MEN EVERYWHERE not just unicorn seeker couples but he/him guys on women's apps, astrology truthers, people with bad haircuts HDJJDJD sorry i'm so mean i just hate the "berlin fringe" soooo much, etc.) and the chance that people you meet won't even take dating you seriously because society prioritises f/m so hard. its messed up because it presupposes unequal division of labour but i wish i could be like an esteemed jrr tolkien type 1950s professor and just be super in love with my wife with whom i'm settled down somewhere picturesque. But I don't think you can get a relationship like that as a queer woman because 1) obviously equality lol idk who even wants that and is not a tradwife 😭💀 2) most women who would like that probably don't think a female partner can give them that :/. Girlies literally be yearning for the masculine societal role because of the associated privileges

- Men being inherently perceived as "good guys" "chill" etc. in mixed academic/professional environments and always taken seriously intellectually, women seen in a more patronizing way/easily perceived as hysterical/a bitch/deficient in some other way

- men being praised to high heavens for doing the bare minimum vs women being always expected to be outstanding people by default

- pick me girl/not like other girls/etc discourse. This keeps happening and nobody ever learns that its dumb 😭

- men being seen as better deeper artists and male historical figures/intellectuals holding universal appeal whereas women rarely got to do anything interesting OR if they did they always get diminished and ignored (largely because media doesn't pick up these stories to highlight). none of you would care about crown prince rudolf if she had been a girl irl and i wouldn't either because often w female historical figures we're expected to care first and foremost about their romantic relationships with men💀💀💀💀💀💀💀 if girls have thoughts about foreign policy 1) they usually couldnt voice them before like 1900s 2) their entire existence and life story from cleopatra to margaret thatcher (yeah evil person but still) is tinged by misogyny from all sides (opponents, allies) which makes for pretty unappealing Content to engage with

- periods LMAO

- strangers feeling entitled to bump into me and get in my personal space (public transport etc)

- the way some feminist activism treats women as a monolith. like all that discourse about how society is not built for women's tiny fragile bodies. Like yeah important point ofc but I fucking hate being erased from existence as a tall woman. you bet if this was being done to short men there would be outcry

- in general people feeling entitled to me and receiving help and advice from me without giving anything in return. sorry i feel like this is just turning into a vaguepost abt classmates

- online queer discourse where there seems to be not a lot of space for this line of thinking that I have?? This is NOT intended as transphobic or even directed at trans people (rather the general community), but sometimes i feel like only trans people are ""entitled"" to hate their pre-transition assigned social role and everyone else has to like it because #girl power and otherwise it's just internalized misogyny or at the very least you misogynistically hating other women for being happy with their position/choices

- i'm tired of typing this is such an embarrassing post tbh

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Lando's reactions in any of his interviews is really what bothers me. When he has one race where he doesn't have a great result? He acts like it's the end of the world, like he just got fired or something. We're still at the start of the season. He has the fastest car. No one is going to do what Max did in 2023 ever again. It's normal that he will sometimes have a bad weekend. Where is his self confidence?

Charles was in interviews talking about how he's targeting overtaking both George and Oscar at the start! Even when he doesn't have a good quali, Charles always has the self confidence to say he's going to go for a good result in the race.

And Lando, who will surely make his way up the field tomorrow, literally looks like he's about to cry in his interviews.

If he really feels this way and he's not just acting out, Lando seriously needs to see a sports psychologist to help him. At this point it's clear to see he can't handle any pressure. He will likely lose the WDC this year simply because his rivals will have the mental strength and determination to beat him, while he crumbles under pressure.

As much as I am not Lando's biggest fan I will say that we see a lot of other drivers have similarly bad moods when they know they are not where they should be. So I don't think he's special for that. Do I care for his particular brand of complaining? No I don't, but whatever.

Charles is in a very different place this weekend, best spot he's been in all year so I don't think this is the most charitable comparison. Now it's also different from when Charles has a bad weekend but they are different people.

I wouldn't be so sure about that. Lando is far from an overtaking expert and the mclaren still doesn't love dirty air. at the bare minimum the Mercs will hold him up. I think most likely Max gets the jump on him in the first few laps(idk about Max keeping the place but I think he will get ahead at one point)

I don't really care to dive too much into his mentality/mental health or anything. There is only so much you can tell from interviews and everyone expresses themselves differently. I care more about the words he says(which have been pretty consistent so far this season I will add) But those seem to be broad conclusions to draw from some interviews. I don't necessarily think you're wrong but saying someone will lose WDC based on a few interview clips seems a bit of a reach.

That and I just do not know enough about Lando and how he is to comment much further.