#this has been a deep dive into my kinks that we didn't need

[tciddaemina]

Best FromSoft game, rated by the number of fuckable characters and creatures?

dear fuck, you really aren't making this easy for me, are you? fine, fine, fine. out of the left field then - the answer is dark souls 1. it's not one i've interacted with as much, or engage with as much, but fuck okay, lets look at the bosses. you didn't ask for this, but since you've opened this can of worms let me give you specific details. its ds1 smash or pass edition

asylum demon - pass. just not it, plus literally the first boss, so pretty weak. could at least be a bit more impressive and lethal, very meh.

bell gargoyle - hard smash. look at him, he's armored, he's sexy, he's got a fanged maw and a very long tail. we loved something humanoid but cursed and fucked-up looking.

capra demon - very hard smash. ngl, half the reason this game is top choice. honestly, i really fuck with a skull head aesthetic, and look at him, he's jacked, he has a tail, he looks like a beast in the sack, he has two huge cleavers. everything that stands for the bell gargoyle stands for him

ceaseless discharge - pass. it would just be a bit complicated, and the lava looks like it would not be so fun. insane bonus points for his name tho, and so hey, bringing him up is a good excuse to show this meme

centipede demon - smash. honestly, not sure how it would work, but this guy actually has thicc thighs so like fuck it, why not

chaos witch quelaag - smash. look what do i have to say? she's gorgeous, she's a confident woman doing her own thing. i won't judge someone for what they've got going on in their pants. i already said smash for a centipede, so whats a few less legs? we dig it.

crossbreed priscila - pass. look she's basically just a regular lady. sure she's pretty, and has cute horns but like. pretty girls exist everywhere. nothing special, she's probably the wifu of like six million horny dark souls fans

dark sun gwyndolin - smash. very eerie, very unsettling, amazing tentacle game, messed up head with some sort of terrifying helmet. we love it.

demon firesage - pass. basically the asylum demon again, but now with the inconvenience of the ceaseless discharge. not worth.

four kings - hard smash. look tenshi you know my opinions about suits of armour. it's sexy. he's sexy. knives are sexy. he has sexy horns.

gaping dragon - smash. just- look. look. okay eldritch shit is very interesting, and dragons are very interesting and just- i don't need to explain myself, moving on

great grey wolf sif - pass. literally just a wolf.

gwyn lord of cinder - pass. on the one hand, very sexy armour and sword. on the other hand... sort of mummified old guy. i'm not so much into that 'fuck that old man' life. maybe if it was just his armour as a sentient suit....

iron golem - smash. bit interesting in terms of size, but look hey. gotta sexualise that suit of armour, am i right? it'd be an incredible blow to my rep if i passed on it

moonlight butterfly - hard smash. look at it, its gorgeous. so fucking pretty, what the hell. i feel like it would be very gentle with you. it'd be a very sensual experience.

nito - smash. literally just a pile of bones in a trenchcoat but like. idk that has some charm. could be interesting. why not

ornstein and smough - as a pair or individually? becase i'm still recovering from reading vow by [insert name when i can fact check when ao3 is back up] like two years ago, and that fic made me hate smough's guts. if smough has to be involved then pass, if ornstein alone then fuck hard smash. his armour is so sexy are you kidding?

pinwheel - pass. its just... eh. eh.

seath the scaleless - smash. almost a pass, bc he sounds like a bit of an asshole, but also man he's very pretty. and he's a dragon. always bonus points for being a dragon. very fuckable

stray demon - pass. look how many times do i have to say that i'm not super into the asulym demon? it doesn't matter how much he reskins, its still him.

taurus demon - hard smash. look at those horns. look at those shoulders. we can appreciate a terrifying only vaguely humanoid looking monster okay? okay?

bed of chaos - pass. look i know i've said smash to some pretty wild eldritch shit on this list, but again, the fire. also, basically a tree? the name is sort of compelling through, so very on the fence about this one. call it a maybe.

anyway i hope this is what you wanted tenshi. don't worry, i'm going to get you back just as bad

[readychilledwine]

Pet Play

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

If you like total power play exchanges, welcome to the world of Pets.

Pet Play is a type of power exchange, typically a total power exchange, between a dom and sub. Your dom in these situations typically falls into 1 of 4 categories: owner, master, trainer, or alpha-pet. There are a variety of different roles the subs can take, but the most common are puppy play, kitten play, bunny play, or horse play, and each type of pet play tends to lead to different forms kink mix ins, how play is handled, and what role the dom falls into.

In pet play, a variety of kinks can be mixed in, such as bondage, degradation/humiliation, punishment, praise, and reward. It also isn't uncommon to see food play, breath play, and collar and leashing (a kink we will dive deeper into with Hunt) as well. Pets will have a variety of outfits based on their moods, from full latex hound masks to something as simple as a pair of bunny ears, subs get to decide how deep into play they are before handing over their submission.

One consistent with pet play from everyone I've asked in the community is tails and ears, especially in bunny play, which won the poll post. Bunny play is known to be a gentle form of pet play typically done with a submissive who enjoys praise, cuddles, and more of a gentle interaction but enjoys being "fucked stupid like a dumb little bunny." And let me tell ya, hearing that come out of the doms mouth has me sweating.

I hope any of you who partake in pet play enjoy this fic, and those of you who don't still enjoy Eris and reader banging it out. This is a type of play I've always found interesting but never tried, so I did a lot of digging and talking to my friends and people in the BDSM community who do partake

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As always, NSFW below the cut

Eris Vanserra x Reader

Warnings - degradation and de.... defaeitazation of reader, reader sleeps in a cage, bondage, tailplug, smut

The growl that left Eris was primal and dark as he made eye contact with you. You sat in your little cage on your calves, wiggling with anticipation. "Did you get out and get dressed all pretty for me, baby?" You only smiled waiting for him to open the gate and let you out despite the fact that you could, and clearly had.

During his meeting with his father, you changed out of the pink lace babydoll you had been wearing and into a tight white corset with white lace panties and stockings. You had put in your bunny ears after curling and putting your hair in low pigtails. Eris knew there was a fluffy little tail waiting for him in those crotchless panties.

This was his favorite bunny outfit you owned. You wore it on nights when you knew Eris needed two things:

1) a submissive sweet little bunny to love and cuddle.

2) a sweet little bunny who loved nothing more than himself cock pounding into her until she couldn't think.

He picked up the collar and leash, bending his knees to be eye level with you, and opened the gate. He secured the collar around you, kissing you gently before standing and walking. You stayed on all fours, following him while looking up to him and waiting for commands. Eris settling into the sofa, coiling the leash around his hand a few times before yanking you between his legs.

His cock was already straining and leaking in his pants. Your submission alone was enough for Eris, but the outfit, the trust in him, that really got the heir.

He felt you kissing and mouthing at his pants, already aching for him. "Gods, you are a desperate little thing, aren't you? My sweet little bunny with not a single thought in her head but my cock, isn't that right?"

He took your chin in his hand, forcing you to nod while he smirked. "The big question is, do I pamper my little bunny tonight, or fuck her?" You didn't let the whine escape, continuing to look at him with wide desperate eyes. He chuckled darkly. "You should have thought about it harder when you agreed to no noises or speaking until I gave permission, huh?"

You didn't nod, blinking twice at him and wiggling again. You were shamelessly and completely soaked, mind falling into that pretty petspace as you waited for play to begin.

He began unlacing his pants, pulling them down enough for his waiting cock to spring free. He yanked the leash again, forcing your face against his length. "Well? Go head, bunny. Master doesn't have all night."

You wasted no time. You ran your tongue up his length before taking it into your mouth. Eris used the leash to guide your speed as you bobbed up and down, sucking and licking as you went. You smiled when he released a loud groan, head falling back to the couch and relaxed. You began using a hand to work what wasn't in your mouth, pumping and twisting in time.

You could taste his precum, causing a soft whine to leave your throat and your thighs to press together for friction. Eris looked down at you through his lashes before putting his leg between your thighs. "That's all you get until I say so, bunny. If you want to get off, there's your treat for being good."

It would have been more humiliating as you rolled your hips along his boot and shin, relishing in that much needed stimulation, but you couldn't find it in you to feel shame. Eris was moaning above you again, sighing in bliss as you picked up pace, needing more of his taste in your mouth.

You had soaked through his pants, moaning softly as you brought both of you closer and closer to the edge. He pulled your mouth down onto him all the way unexpectedly and came, releasing into your mouth for a few moments before pushing you back and working his cock to shoot the rest of his cum onto your tits and face.

He leaned back again, looking between you and his leg slightly annoyed. "Did I say stop, sweet little bunny? Get yourself off on my leg, and I will consider fucking you." You leaned back slightly, using your hands to brace yourself a little more and feeling that leash pulling taunt.

The angle you were at gave Eris a better view of your puffy glistening folds as you continued riding on his boot and lower leg. He switched the angle of his boot, forcing your clit to be in constant contact with him as he watched you move faster and faster. Moans and whimpers were constantly leaving your mouth, making his length hard all over again. "Cum," the command was gentle. "Been such a good girl. Need you to cum."

A desperate cry left your throat, head tilted back as you came. You continued to ride him through the high, soothing yourself as could. Eris stood, lifting you once you were finished before walking up to the bed. "Y/n," you broke character at the name, looking up at him. "I won't last long tonight. I've been pent up thinking about this all day."

You smiled at your mate, kissing him before bending over the mattress and allowing him to secure your ankles to the spreader bar that was built into the frame. "Me too, Eris. Missed you all day."

"I know. I felt it." Flames came tying around your wrists and pulling to ensure you could not move away. Eris ran his cock through your folds once, twice, and then pushed home, a needy noise escaping you as he did.

Eris began slamming into you. Hands holding your ass so he could admire your little tail. The plug had your walls feeling tighter than normal. Doubling the pleasure of each drag for both of you.

He opened the bond completely, the constant flow of pleasure sending shockwave after shockwave through you until you were no more than a drooling mess. "Fucked my sweet bunny dumb already I see." His voice was airy, strained with soft moans mixing in. He was so close, and you were too.

He reangled you, arching your back more to ensure he was brushing your gspot with each movement. At the same time, a hand went to your swollen bundle of nerves, making you scream in surprise and pleasure. "I know you have another one in there," he grumbled more to himself than you. "Cum little bunny. Cum on master's cock."

One more harsh thrust has you seeing star light and flames dancing in your vision as you came. Eris's name was a mantra on your lips, tumbling through them over and over. The squeezing of your walls on his length had him following behind you, sloppy deep movements ensuring not a drop of his cum was wasted.

The fire and spreader bar disappeared, allowing you and Eris to fall forward and completely into the plush mattress. You both laid there, deep breaths panting in and out as you did.

No words passed as he began to care for you, unlacing the corset, removing the ears and plug, getting you comfortable and naked before moving you both to the bathroom.

"Such a good bunny," he praised as you fell asleep in his arms. "And all mine," he whispered to himself. "My beautiful sweet little bunny."

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[omnomnomdomcaps]

What are your top 5 fetishes and associated kinks?

This is a great question, and I'm sorry it's taken me so long to answer. I had to really think about how I wanted to divvy things up, and decided to go with some broader fetish categories, including a #1 pick that you'll never guess! Let's dive in:

#5. Desperation / holding - I don't talk about it a ton here, but I do enjoy me a good old fashioned bit of desperation in my smut from time to time. It's a wonderful way to get the heart pounding, the blood flowing, and the intensity rising, all as our heroine (or hero) teeters on the edge of ego-crushing humiliation. And depending how the episode ends, it's also a lovely way to tie into a number of other kinks on this list! #4. Ageplay - There's a joy to playing pretend, and it never really goes away, does it? Scenarios involving ageplay give us an opportunity to explore fantasies by playing them out together, and the results can be wondrous.

Some people may actually be surprised to see this relatively low on the list, as it is quite closely tied to my #1 kink - which again, you will never guess. But the entries ahead (as well as the one below) occupy hold particular interest because they require no pretending and no voluntary regression to have our dom dominating and our sub reduced to whimpering mush. So let's get into those, shall we? #3. Language play - this one holds an obvious soft spot for me because I've been championing it for a long time in the community. Admittedly, it's not something every couple can try without a fair bit of prep work, but if you do get the opportunity it's a wonderful way to instill a feeling of littleness in your little and a unique sense of control for your big.

Like everything else on this list, it's also a lovely compliment to other fun things! The speaker / non-speaker dynamic could be because the latter is too little to talk, sure, but it could also be because they're a pet (who needs to learn commands in the target language, of course), or because they're a kidnappee in a strange land. The sky's the limit, and the uncharted territory of this kink makes it uniquely fun to explore.

#2. Hypnosis - The true hero of so much of my forced regression fiction and the stuff of many a fantasy, hypnosis wouldn't be this high on the list if it weren't at least a little real. And yes, while irl hypnosis doesn't quite instill the same magical transformations that its literary counterpart does, it can genuinely affect behaviors over time, and can do quite a number on an entranced individual in the short term.

Is it a little bit scary when it works? Oh, heck yeah, but that's what makes it just so much fun. Just don't go too deep alone - stay safe, kiddos.

#1. Asphyxiation - Ha! Bet you didn't see that one coming! Okay, okay, fine, it's not actually on my list (no disrespect to the choking aficionados out there - you do you)

My real top pick is...

#1. AB/DL - Ha! Bet you didn't see that one coming!

Okay, okay, fine, maybe you did. But AB/DL is the tapes that fasten this crinkly world of kinks here together. Diapers, incontinence, pacifiers, baby toys, or some sort of regressed state offer a symbol of submission that clicks hard with so many of us. It allows for the assertion of power without pain, for a total release of responsibility and worry and an incredible ego-boost of control for the respective players, and for the ultimate trust fall between two loving partners (or more - again, I don't judge).

Where you go with that, and what else we incorporate, is up to you. Just be sure to share all the juicy details after.

Keep it kinky, y'all

[cinamun]

So, regarding Mercy and Bishop, is their relationship kind of like as long as she “behaves” and causes no problems for him he’s generally “pleasant” or is literally everything he does calculated on her downfall whether she’s behaving “acceptably” at that point in time or not? Or is this newfound level of manipulation strictly from prom night, being caught on the podcast, and her putting her foot down about her son? I’m sure more depth is coming about their relationship as things unfold but I am at the edge of my seat just wondering how we got here and how long he’s even been around and all that. I’d love a deep dive or a flashback into their history whenever the timing is right.

Let's just get straight to it nonny because I admit to tap dancing around one issue in particular:

Mercy is extremely submissive and Bishop has a wild kink in the bedroom (you've seen it lmao) which he has slowly been moving outside of the bedroom (everything but the physical). Very dangerous to do that, especially when you're a psychopath. And especially when you're a psychopathic dom...

And not even that, Bishop needs to be in control and if you can't be controlled you will quite literally die.

No problems if she behaves? Sure. She just better behave all the gotdamn time.

The "newfound level of manipulation" isn't really new. Bishop is a brilliant manipulator and no, he didn't like Mercy puffing her chest out at him. Perhaps he wants to make sure she never tries it again. How would someone with no empathy/remorse/etc make sure of that? Well, they would probably kill her. Or, since he is laying low currently and likes their sex life, probably not.

I won't dive too deep into their history although I've given hints about when they met and, of course, the flashback during the podcast, and flashbacks of her life with her Jack. I think the juxtaposition of her life now vs her life with her Jack is most important.

To close any loopholes, let's say Jayce was a freshly aged up teenager by the time Mercy was lonely enough to create a singles profile and run into someone looking for a place to hideout after escaping prison, his own murder and Watcher knows what else, who also has several personality disorders and a passion for crime and the humiliation and degradation of others.

While it may be difficult to understand pieces of their relationship, I decided not to focus to heavy on it because the main purpose of what we see is how it impacts Jayce and ultimately Hope, our main OCs.

I did NOT mean to write a book nonny. My bad.

[nikkisheep]

Pool Day

Steve Harrington x fem. reader

Summary: You have never had sex before and Steve is your first.

Warnings: Smut (First time writing), dom!Steve, virginity lost, best friends to lovers, fluff, nervous reader, dirty talk, Stevie boy has an innocent kink, oral (Fem), both are of age

To be a virgin was not the end of the world but in Hawkins, it was surprising to people. It's not that I don't want to have sex, it's just, I don't know how and no one wants to be with a virgin. Boy, was I wrong.

"Just come to my house and get in the pool, it will be fun." Steve looked at me with puppy eyes.

"Fine, no judging my suit."

"I would never dream of it," Steve says with a smile.

I go to the bathroom and grab my bathing suit. It was a solid black bathing suit that had a bit of a deep V cut in the front and back. I put my hair up in a ponytail and open the bathroom door. I walk out as if Steve was not sitting on my bed shirtless. I walk to my floor-length mirror and looked at myself. I looked at Steve in my reflection. His jaw had went slack and he kept looking me up and down. I giggled which snapped him out of the trance he was in.

"Come on, you're drooling on my sheets."

"Well, when you look like that, how am I not supposed to?"

"Ew," I laughed.

"I would not say 'ew' about how you look."

"Whatever.''

Steve drove us to his house in comfortable silence. He kept looking at me and I had to tell him five times to pay attention to the road. When we arrived, I got out and pulled the towels from the trunk. I had to bend slightly, Steve getting a full view of my ass. I stood back up and walked off past him. He looked at me and then followed. Dropping the towels, I run to the pool and dive in.

"You know, that was a ten out of ten," Steve said with his hands up.

"Get in here, dork."

Steve jumps in and water splashes into my face. We bust out into laughs and then Steve pulls me under. Resurfacing, Steve's face was so close. He looked at me and his chest brushed against mine. I stare into his golden, brown eyes and he tilts his head to the right. I put my hands on his shoulders and he places his onto my waist. Our faces were now inches apart. Steve leans in, his lips almost touching mine.

I move back to push him under the water and then I swim away to the edge of the pool, laughing. Steve comes back up and looks at me with a smirk. Oh, shit. He leaps at me and starts tickling me. My laughing echoes and I finally get away.

"You play dirty," Steve laughs.

"The water seems to be clear to me, Stevie." I smile cheekily.

"You know what I mean."

"I don't think I do," I hold my breath and go underwater. I come back up when Steve grabs my arm to pull me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and legs around his waist. His crotch was pressed against my hips.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm a kola," I laugh. I snuggle my face into his neck. He smells good, really good.

"I need a water," I tell him and let go to swim to the edge. I climb out, water dripping down my body. Steve stares and then turns away.

When I come back out, Steve raises his body out of the water. Droplets run from his hair down his chest. They fall until they collect under his shorts. My eyes follow every one of them.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

"Maybe I will."

Steve walks up to where I am standing before staring into my eyes. I let out a shaky breath. Heat floods my stomach. I blink up at Steve, water still dripping down his neck and chest.

"What is stopping you?" Steve asked.

"I don't have a camara."

"That's too bad," Steve smirked.

Steve lifted his hand to my neck and pulled me closer. His other hand went to my waist. He looks down at me and inhales deeply. My hands ball into fists at my sides, I don't know where to put them. I have never even been kissed before. I close my eyes and shakily letting out the breath I didn't even know I was holding. Steve runs his nose against mine and his lips brush mine.

"Stevie, what are we doing?"

"Tell me to stop, just say the word and I will walk away. Tell me, you feel nothing for me and this will have never happened."

"Steve,"

"Tell me you don't want this as much as I do. Please tell me because if you don't, I don't think I can stop myself. Just say the word, tell me to stop," Steve's lips ghosts mine. His warm breath is fanning over my cheek.

"Don't ever stop," I say before Steve's lips claim mine.

His kiss is soft at first but when he licks at my lips, asking for them to open, the kiss deepens. Everything is fuzzy and hot. My hands grip onto his hair and pull. I have never felt like this and I feel my bathing suit dampen from what I know is not from the pool water.

"Lets get you a shower," Steve says against my lips.

"Only if you join me."

In seconds, we are in the shower. He lathers soap on my body and when it washes away, Steve kisses the skin there. I sigh when he kisses behind my ear. I reach back and run my hands through his wet hair. He turns me around and kisses me. My eyes have been closed the entire time, I have never seen a man naked before so I didn't know what to expect.

Steve picks me up, causing my eyes to open. I gasp when he places me against the wall of the shower. My legs wrap around his waist and that's when I felt it. Something hard was pressed against my thigh. Steve moves his hips while kissing my chest and I let out a shaky gasp. Most of the shower consisted of us making out. When the water turned cold, Steve puts me down and lets me get out. I grab a towel and begin to dry off but I don't get much time before Steve is back to claiming my lips in a deep kiss. His hot tongue licking into my mouth.

"God, how is this happening?" Steve asked.

"Do you want it to stop?" I ask.

"God, no."

"Good," I say before kissing him again.

Steve leads us out to his bed and lays me down. His hands run up and down my sides, mapping out my body in his mind. My own hands have a mind of themselves because they run down his back and his chest. The heat in between my legs become unbarable, so I lift my hips up. Steve groans and I get worried.

"Did I hurt you?" I ask, worried.

"Wha-, no," Steve laughs.

"Does that hurt?" I pointed between our bodies.

"Kinda but it's ok."

"Can I make it better?" I ask softly.

"Jesus, how are you real? This is about you, baby."

"Okay," I sigh.

Steve goes to kiss my chest before taking a nipple in his warm mouth. I feel like I am on cloud nine when his tongue rolls over it, then Steve lightly bites it. I gasp, hand shooting to his hair. I pull and vibrations wrack through my body when he groans. Steve switches nipples and does the same thing. Steve starts kissing down my body and then he spreads my legs, slowly.

"God, can't wait to taste you." I moan.

"You like that? You like the idea of me tasting you, dirty girl." I moan again.

"Tell me now, if you want this to stop."

"Please, don't stop. Never stop."

That's all he needed to hear before he is diving in like a man who hasn't eaten in ten years. He is licking, nipping, sucking with everything he has. His thumb comes up to the bundle of nerves and rubs. I scream out his name and I can feel a smirk on his face forming. My hands grab the sheets and my knuckles go white. Something is tightening in my stomach and my legs are shaking.

S-Steve," I choke out. White, hot pleasure is coursing through my body. My blood feels like it is on fire and white clouds my vision. I continue to shake on Steve's mouth as I come down from my very first orgasm.

"Look at the mess you made, sweet girl. I didn't even use my fingers and you ruined the sheets." Steve taunts.

Steve moves his hand down to my enterance and slowly slides his middle finger in. I whimper and he cooes me. Telling me that I'm doing so good for him, how happy he is that I trust him enough to let him be my first. Soon, he is finally knuckle deep. The stretch is burning but it's good. He lets me adjust and then he slowly pulls back, then pushing back in.

"God, you are so tight. I'm only one finger in and you are sqeezing the shit out of me, baby." Steve groans. His dick throbbing.

"Stevie," I whine.

"I know, I know."

He adds another finger after a while. I cry out at the stretch. Steve leans over and sucks on one of my breasts to help distract me. All I can do is moan below him and take what he is giving me. He starts to gain pace with his fingers, hitting that spot that makes my legs shake. I throw my head back at the pressure in my stomach.

"Steve, it's happening again."

"What is?" He knew exactly what was.

"Heat, pressure, tightening- Oh god," I scream.

"Not god, sweetheart, just Steve."

Steve pinches my nipple and then I fly of the cliff, into pleasure. I swear, I am floating. My body goes limp. Steve slows down and then pulls his fingers out of my wet hole. My ass and the sheets are wet with my arousal. Steve's hand is soaked and he pulls it to his mouth. He moans around his fingers at the taste, sweet with a little bit of tang.

"Can I try?" I ask.

"Try what?"

"I want a taste."

"Oh god."

Steve swipes his fingers through my arousal and holds his fingers up to my lips. I grip his wrist and lick his hand. I did taste good. I put his fingers in my mouth and suck. My tongue swirls around his fingers and Steve, loudly, groans. I moan at the taste of myself and Steve pulls my into a kiss after dropping his hand from my mouth. His tongue pushes into my mouth and I moan.

I feel the bed moving a bit so I pull away to find Steve, rutting against the matteress. I whine at the sight.

"Baby, I know I have to be gentle but if I am not inside you right now, I might just die." I giggle at his dramatic statement.

"Then get inside me. I need you so much, Stevie. Please, just be gentle though."

"Jesus, okay, okay."

Steve lines himself up and looks at me for the go ahead. I nod and he pushes forward, slowly. His tip gets past and he is so big. He moves in more. Finally, after what feels like forever, he is finally all the way. I moan at the new feeling of being full. I whine when he doesn't move.

"Baby, I know but I need to take just a sec. If I move now, I will cum right now." Steve pushes his head into my chest. We stay still for a few minutes. Then, Steve pulls out almost all the way before slowly pushing back in.

"You're so big, Stevie." I moan.

"You really know how to fuel my ego, sweet girl."

"Shut up and fuck me," Steve snaps his hips forward and my back arches.

"Is that what you wanted?"

"Yes!" I scream.

I cling to Steve as he rocks himself into me. Everything feels good. His hips are pushing right against my clit and fuck did it feel good. Steve looked so hot too. His face written in pleasure, sweat collecting at his brow. His hair a mess from all of the tugging I have been doing. His chest hair grazing my breasts.

"Steve," I moan.

"You like that? You like it when I fuck you?"

"Good girl," Steve moans. He grabs my left leg and places it on his elbow and slides deeper. I scream out and Steve kisses me. We struggle to actually kiss.

"Faster, Steve, faster."

He speeds up and soon I am diving off that cliff again. A fourth orgasm hits me right after that one, Steve following suit. He groans when he cums and looks like an angel. I run my nails down his back and chest at the feeling. Red welts rise on his back from all the scratching.

"How was that?" Steve asks.

"Perfect, it was perfect."

"Glad you liked it but does this mean you are my girlfriend?"

"Are you asking?"

"Yes I am."

"Then yes, I am your girlfriend Steve."

"Good."

"Maybe next time, when you ask, don't be buried inside me," I laugh.

"I don't know if that is an option, ma'am."

"Good."

Steve pulls out and lays beside me. I curl into his chest and fall asleep. Meanwhile, Steve is wondering how the hell he got the girl he has been in love with since he ran into you in middle school. It doesn't matter now, he got the girl.

[myckicade]

Mayans M.C. - 04x10 - 'When the Breakdown Hit at Midnight'

So much. So much. I'm on my lunch break, so let's just dive right in, shall we?

Spoilers Under the Cut

Phffffff. Okay. I want to start with something that I loved. TIG. Omigosh, how I have missed Tigger. He was the breath of humour that this whole series has been missing. (That's one of my Major Gripes, is how deep and serious-Nah, y'know what? Let's gripe in a few paragraphs). When he was greeted with a, "Hi, Beautiful", I knew what kind of scene we were walking into. "Don't you dare kink-shame me." I... I loved that line, so much. I picked up on a bit of a tonal shift in his character, which I choose to attribute to different writers, but most of it felt like Classic Tig. I just... I have missed him, so dearly.

That leads me right into something else that I loved, which was Tig's discussion with Alvarez. Oh, hell, was that scene beautiful, and much needed. Mn. They know what they are getting into, and that they are stuck in a younger man's game. But, if they want to survive said game, they still have to play, age be damned. They're on opposing sides, and they can't do a damned thing about it (despite Marcus' best attempts).

Speaking of Alvarez... How dare they? That even the ones who know what war will cost them, and have wanted to avoid it from the start, are suddenly willing to go all-in? I can understand some of them changing their minds, but... everyone? I'm actually glad that Taza wasn't around for that one. (And, yeah, I may have missed a bit of that scene, because I was outside feeding the cat that some asshole dropped off. I want him to trust me, so he was my top priority... Then, my dogs barked, off and on, through the rest of it). Anywho, I'm honestly relieved that Alvarez is out, if only for his own sake. I don't know that it will keep, and I don't believe it will save him, but, for right now, I can breathe a little easier.

I hope Letty is breathing a bit easier, now, too. I'm so, so glad she said her peace at the funeral. While she's absolutely right that the Club got him killed... He was also a grown-ass man, who made his own decisions. He knew the risks he was taking, and he put himself where he was, but, BUT!! It was someone else's shit-show that cost him his life. Letty needed to say it, though, and she deserved that moment. I'm glad they wrote it in for her. She has a piece of Coco, with that chartreuse Nova... And, I loved her shake of the Magic 8-Ball keychain.

Kudos to Louie for being a decent dude... Y'know, for someone who sells drugs, and produces porn. (I mean zero offense, as any of y'all's business practices are your own, and this is just about one dude).

Back to Letty. I'm also plenty relieved that she went after Hope. Y'all know I haven't been Hope's biggest supporter, but she worked so hard to get herself right. I didn't want to see her spiral back down, thinking that nobody gave a shit about her. I'm hoping they stick around the series (y'know, if). There's still so much potential for the both of them. (Gabby's death, Isaac's return, there's a little something for each of them).

Other than that, was much else really resolved?

No Taza. Whelp. Okay.

Miguel Knows. It's about damned time, too. I guess I was hoping for a bit... more to the reveal, you know? I didn't want to see Felipe get shot, and we still have no evidence that he wasn't, but it might have lent itself to the storytelling. (Again, I'm glad he didn't get hurt, that we know of, because I fucking love him). If all goes well, I'm hoping Felipe gets one son that's worth a damn. They can't all be duds with the father-son relationships. (At least I never wrote that EZ/Miguel fic, huh?).

I don't really even want to get into the deal with Packer's younger brother being... Ugh. I'm sorry. Unless I missed a whole lot of somethings, this bit feels like sloppy writing. (Any Nip/Tuck fans out there? The Carver seasons? Yah-huh. That kind of sloppy). I hope someone takes care of him, in Manny's name.

MANNY. Boy, am I steamed. What the fuck did they put him in there for, just to snatch him away? And, so violently? So horrifically? This is what I am talking about, with sloppy writing. We already hate Isaac. They didn't need to force the point home, quite like that. I was kind of hoping he really was a Fed, y'know? There's still a chance that he could have been, and that his death will be a catalyst for the Sons to get looked into, right along with the Mayans. Still doesn't fix the evil that they've committed. So devastating.

Yeah, I'm still talking about Manny. I'm honestly kind of heartbroken over him.

My heartbreak extends, next, to Creeper. How dare that bitch? The softest target. She basically just called him the weakest link in the chain, and I want to take a chain to her. Now, he's doing what he can, as the most exposed and vulnerable member of the Club, to try and protect them. He probably thinks it's what he has to do, as the cause of the issue, and as the most disposable dude in the bunch. GRRR. I'm so fucking mad for the man!!!!

Mm. Again, I had some emotions, last evening.

So, in the category of little things that irked me...

Did El Banquero have an actual point and purpose, or...?

Is that what Potter wanted of Adelita? Ah, why? I don't get it. I mean, sure, Power Broads, and all that, but.

They're really forcing this Old Lady feel on Sofia, huh?I know, I'm not feeling it.

And, now... The EZ-shaped elephant in the room. What the fuck is he doing?! Once he darkened Bishop's door, it was obvious the fix was in. I was hoping he'd fail with his vote, but... Yeah. I could complain for an hour about how much this anti-hero-turned-villain arc is pissing me off, but I think my opinions on that are in good order. Now, El Presidente can deal with whoever torched his selling point. I want to say it was Angel, but with that form... Hmmm...

I want to close with this little beauty, for anyone who hasn't, or even has seen it. See it again. I'm still in stitches over it.

Until Season Five...?

P.S. Sally made it, and that makes me happy.

[bangtanfancamp]

the Devil wears Gucci-Part 3

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▪︎Kim Taehyung x reader(featuring Kim Namjoon)

▪︎1.7k words

•Enemies to lovers au, fashion industry au, loosely devil wears Prada au, f*ckboy au, fluff, romance, angsty banter

As the dedicated personal assistant of the genius mind behind House of RM, the empire that rules the fashion industry, your world is turned upside down the day Namjoon personally asks you to train his newest hire- the eternally insufferable opposite Kim Taehyung.

(Not my photo. Credit to vantaeholic)

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(Tae’s lunch || Tae’s POV)

I used one of my fries to poke the others around my plate, trying to figure out how I’d screwed this up all ready. I know I tend to joke around a lot, but it always seems to put women at ease. Things go better when they’re laughing. And whose day isn’t better for being flirted with?

I just had to work for the one girl who got pissed off by it. Everyone likes me. So what was the problem? Even the women at the cafeteria here liked having me smile at them or tell them how beautiful they were. Women liked that kind of attention, right?

Everyone goes through their day trying to impress the world around them, but everyone else is so wrapped up in themselves that they never even see them. I see it. I see how long the girl who took my order spent trying to cover up her freckles with her makeup, so I told her how cute they were. I saw how tired the woman who gave me my change was so I told her how much her eyes sparkled in this light. I noticed how nervous that cute girl across the office was so I smiled at her. What was so wrong with that?

Why did ____ have to look so disgusted with me all the time? I was just having fun. Life is hard enough anyway. People want to laugh. People want to be told they look good. And so what if I get a date out of it or someone invites me home. We’re all adults and we’re allowed to have fun. No one needs to be that serious all the time. And God, she worships that maniac, doesn’t she?

She got so mad when I mentioned it though. I thought girls liked talking about their crushes, but... maybe ____ is more private than I thought. Maybe I took it too far. It’s just so infuriating how she talks about him. She’s just so wrapped up in praising god Kim Namjoon- she made it so obvious that she had a thing for that egomaniac. I thought she’d finally laugh with me or at the very least blush and elbow me in the ribs, but she looked….i don’t know. She looked hurt. I think I crossed a line I didn’t mean to.

God, it’s barely been a day and I’d wrecked the only good part of this job. I noticed her the second I walked into that office. She got to me in 2 seconds flat. That hair, those legs, the way that skirt hit her curves- it made want to wrap my hands around those hips and bend her right over that jerk’s desk. God. I was already gone the second I laid eyes in her...

But then when she looked at me and I saw her face….she was beautiful. She’s quick and clever and obviously good at what she does. Everyone here seems to get along with her. I like ____. Honestly, she seems pretty cool. She’s just stuck on that douchebag. But hey, some girls are are really into that whole power and authority kink. Who am I to judge?

I just didn’t think there’d be any harm being vocal about things since everyone seems to think I won’t last here very long anyway. Might as well shoot my shot while I can, right ?

I slid my hips down in my seat and raked my hands through my hair. This place would never be my first choice, but it didn’t seem that bad, I guess.

There were things I’d much rather be doing with my time, but I’d do it for my mom. Anything for her. My stupid uncle in her ear caused this whole mess. At the end of the day, all of this was his fault for meddling in my life anyway.

Chin propped in my hands, I looked out the hundredth set of floor to ceiling windows I’d seen today wondering how long I’d even have this view when movement in the corner of the room caught my eye. It was ____. I felt myself starting to smile just because she was here. Maybe we could get on the right foot now and she’d loosen up a li-wait. She looked like- like she’d been crying. The skin beneath her eyes was puffy, and the light she’d had around her earlier seemed.... dimmer. Her teeth were clenched, her chin set extra high as she walked my way, white knuckling the tablet in her hands. She looked pissed. But calmly so, which was honestly scarier.

Crap, I really stepped in it this time, didn’t I?

I quickly scrambled to stand up from the table, but she pulled out a chair instead and sat down beside me. Folding her fingers together on the tabletop, she cleared her throat and looked up at me, challenge and grit lacing her gaze.

“Have a seat please, Mr. Kim.”

For the first time in a long time, I had no idea what to say, so I followed her instructions.

“I’m glad to see you retained enough information from our tour to have been able to find this place. That’s a good sign at least. If you already have the layout down, I’ll brief you on what a basic day here looks like. Tomorrow Namjoon will be returning from a charity gala in Miami. On a typical morning, he is to be greeted with his hot coffee of choice, typically an extra hot hazelnut latte with an extra shot of espresso. Not two shots. Not three. Just one. Trust me, he’ll know. He despises soy milk and has an almond allergy so no fancy milks unless you’d like to be wearing it as an accessory for the rest of your day. Now that is a normal day, however, when he returns from a red eye flight, he expects to be promptly greeted with the first step of the juice cleanse from the Buddha bliss juice bar down on 7th so he is not visibly puffy during any press work for the day….”

She rattled on like this in detail for the next 15 minutes and it finally started to sink in who the real power at house of RM was-_____. Sure Namjoon pulled the big levers, but she made sure he never fell apart and that seemed like a super power all by itself. She knew every like, dislike, allergy, pet schedule, dry cleaner, exercise schedule, person to kiss up to, person to avoid...And she knew every contingency to tweak things for so he didn’t go off the rails and downsize half a department for their assumed incompetency just because he was sleep deprived and jet lagged off a red eye after being dumped by his latest high profile fling.

Not gonna lie- it was extremely impressive. And kind of hot. I don’t know if I’d ever seen a girl that strategic and smart. She really knew what she was doing. How she managed to be three steps ahead of the world's youngest self made man was a fearsome thing to see. The way she analyzed all these situations made me wonder if she was analyzing me too, but I didn't think on that for too long. She didn’t romanticize him this time. I noticed that. Just laid out all the facts as they were and how to troubleshoot for all of them. It was like watching a master explain chess strategies, and I respected it.

But at the same time, it made me wonder. Just how much of a man-sized brat was Namjoon? it was kind of disgusting how much the man needed to be coddled honestly. How easily everyone accommodated his massive ego. It definitely didn’t help me hate him any less.

“So!” She resolved, tapping a stack of papers against the tabletop to level them out.

“I realize that was probably an onslaught, but you have to dive straight into the deep end to stay ahead here. Any questions?”

“Yeah, just one: what time do you get here every day?” I leaned forward on my elbows, searching her face. She seemed caught off guard by my question, quickly trying to rearrange her expression after feeling like she’d been in control for our entire conversation.

“Just before 7am. I try to beat Namjoon here so I can prepare things for the day. It doesn’t always work though. It’s almost like he sleeps here sometimes.”

“And what time do you go home?”

“On paper? 6pm. In reality? I’d say typically 10 on a good night. Somewhere between 11 and midnight on his particularly temperamental days.”

Holy crap. Was she serious? “Last question.”

“Okayyy…” she pulled back from the table, body language screaming discomfort about where I might be going.

“So, if you’re here- how many days a week?”

“Five.” She answered succinctly, tone clipped. “Unless we’re approaching a deadline for a project- then weekends become mandatory too.” Jesus.

“And any holidays?” I add. Her gentle face is steely and guarded. I wouldn’t trust me right now either, dollface.

“Of course not. But there often is more work to be done than that accommodates so I usually come in anyway.”

“Uh huh. Right. So! Let me get this straight- you know what? for your sake, let’s even round down some. Let’s say, you’re here six days a week, working anywhere from 11-15 hour days. At minimum, you’re working well over at least 15-20 hours of overtime PER week with no vacations— which is not only unethical, it’s illegal. All for the glorious empire of Kim Namjoon. So. Riddle me this-when do you ever get to live your own life?”

Silence.

She dipped and furrowed her eyebrows at me. I could see her lashes fluttering as she scrambled overtime to come up with a defensive answer for me. I settled back in my seat, arms draped behind my head, knowing in some weird way, that I had won.

“You’re beautiful. You’re young. This can’t possibly be the way you want to spend all your time. Tell me-When was the last time you slept in til the sun woke you up? The last time you had a Netflix marathon in a grubby old T-shirt with dorito stains on your fingers and a giant glass of wine? Or! even went out on actual date for that matter? Why are you here wasting your 20’s away in this place running Namjoons company for him and getting none of the credit?”

She gaped, beautiful mouth struggling open and shut like a fish freshly yanked out of the water. I couldn’t tell if she was furious with me or just lost. It didn’t look like she’d ever asked herself that before.

“Look, I’ll make you a deal. I’ll do my job here. I’ll do what you ask. But do me a favor and think about that. It’d be such a shame to see so much beautiful potential go to waste.” I pushed off from the table to stand. I felt my chest swell- I had the upper hand again. “Now, I believe you mentioned something earlier about finding me a desk space upstairs. Shall we get started on that? I’ll need a pleasing environment if I’m expected to slug through all of Namjoon’s nonsense on a daily basis. The closer to you, the better.” I started to walk away, not waiting for her but knowing in my gut she’d follow. She wasn’t the only one allowed to have a mic drop moment.

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Part 4

Series masterlist

Thank you guys so much for reading til the end and visiting my little corner of the internet. I am SO excited about where this series is going. I started writing one of the last chapters first and have been going backwards to figure out what happened to get us there and- you guys- I can’t wait for you to see!! Should I try to come up with a regular upload schedule?? Let me know. ✨

[isaacathom]

so im going on holiday, right, for an annoyingly long time (until the very end of september). and ive told all the campaigns that im in about this, because i was only MAYBE going to be available for one week of those games (while im in korea) and then completely unavailable for the other 5 (while im in canada, bc of the timezones, im australian).

and, one by one, each campaign has gone on a hiatus roughly encapsulating that length of time

im in two minds. on the one hand, it means i can continue my streak of having never missed a campaign game (i missed ONE session of my pathfinder campaign bc I was at my brothers wedding, and while I was in a restaurant afterwards I found out that rather than actually play the game they'd just looked at a player's dog, so its a .5).

on the other hand, it means that im indirectly responsible for all three campaigns having no games for the next two months :(

now, its indirect, bc there are obviously other factors. for one campaign, the gm had mentioned earlier that he might have to make it biweekly or take a break to work on his thesis - fair enough! for another, its to allow the gm to work on uni stuff, run some side sessions with smaller groups, and prep for a big mission that'll happen after I get back. for the last, its so the gm can fiddle with 'kinks' that have come up as we keep playing (since we're running an adventure path with some home rules and stuff).

but im also like. :( i specifically didn't want to be disruptive, especially considering i had no authority on how long this holiday was. It was one of the things that motivated me to quit the 4th campaign I was in when I did (in addition to other factors), because based on historical evidence I figured my "temporary absence" would cause a lot of sessions to not be run, whereas if I quit then me not being there would be normal, right, and they can run when just the other 4 show up, right? I couldve quit whenever, but I figured now was a good time so I didn't fuck over 5-6 weeks of the game. (2 of the 3 campaigns earlier are biweekly, LESS of a factor)

and like. I guess im... honoured?? that my presence is valued enough that me not being there would be a significant enough factor to prompt the gms to go 'actually yea lets just take a break instead'. but then also worried that I'm reading too much into it? and being egotistic by assuming thats whats happening? especially in one of the campaigns where theres 8 players, including me and not including the gm, right? like in the one on hiatus for thesis i can slightly inflate my ego more because im basically the party bookkeeper and notetaker, responsible for tracking the inventory of our pack mule and stuff. but mmmmm am i being an egotist. am i thinking about it too much.

i just dont wanna be a buzzkill?? I dont wanna be the reason others miss out on having fun in their fun ttrpgs? and i feel bad that i put them on hiatus?? like again yes there are OTHER reasons, but my absence *is* a factor, and i just ;-;

especially again in the 8 person campaign bc writing my character out for three games is really easy. we established that the ship she's a captain of has been pressed into service patrolling the bay in advance of an invasion by mindflayers or whatever. so shes just. on that ship. actually being its captain. instead of leaving it to her lieutenant, which has been her tactic for the majority of the time she has been captain of that vessel. even with the adventure path one i said, before the hiatus was called, that presumably my character was just ~along with the party~ until they got to the ferry we need, and then would be in their cabin on the ferry reading and completely oblivious to the outside world. sure that ones a little shakier but they did literally uncover a journal of theirs and they have amnesia so deciding to do a deep dive on that bad boy while stuck on a boat seems completely reasonable. bwuuh. (difficult to justify for the thesis campaign bc my character is a) Around, and b) has no way to simply dip for 6 entire sessions that would make sense or wouldn't just fully take him out of the campaign).

whatever. im just antsy because im really stressed about my holiday and full to the achy tit with period hormones that make me grumpy and also even MORE stressed about the holiday. so on, so forth, grumble grumble