#this is actually the 2nd night in a row which is even more fucked up

[parkitaco]

of fucking course the only writing motivation i've had in months would make its appearance at 11:30pm the night before the first morning shift i've worked in months

[shyamanuensis]

Disillusionment and Detention - SS NSFW

Fucking Sebastian Sallow. If there was one thing your boyfriend excelled at aside from getting under your skin, it was managing to rope himself into another detention due to his sheer lack of self-discipline. Now don’t get him wrong – Sebastian was usually able to use his charm and (sometimes lack of) wit to talk himself out of having to spend an hour on a Tuesday afternoon in the detention chamber – yet this time, after being caught for a third consecutive night sneaking past Scribner into the Restricted Section for whatever the hell he was hell bent on researching; he’d backed himself tight into web filled corner of excuses he wasn’t able to weasel his way out of.

This of course, meant that you were the one who suffered. Sure – you could look at is as a positive; an hour of alone time which you could relish and relax into before Sebastian came bounding back into your life with more than likely another irresponsible spur of the moment idea or senseless scheme, but with it being your 2nd anniversary; you’d hoped to actually spend a quiet, voluptuous – even possibly romantic night together. Fucking hell.

Kicking your legs up behind you on the bed; breath whistling heavily in utter boredom; you pulled across your charms textbook and figured you’d make the most of getting ahead on study. Flicking through the pages to the one you thought Professor Ronen had prescribed as extra reading material – was it page 148 or page 184? your eyes scanned the printed text, locking in on something you suddenly found oh so very intriguing, although you’d already learned the charm.

The disillusionment charm works to disguise a user or its intended target as its surroundings by making it take on the exact colour and texture of the environment it shifts through, effectively turning it onto a chameleon.

You paused; sucking your bottom lip into your mouth so that your teeth could chew at it as your mind revelled in the abrupt possibilities which it conjured. Perhaps if Sebastian couldn’t be here in your dorm with you --- you could go to him? Ha! It sounded all too easy, and perhaps for once, it actually was. Rolling over onto your bed to sit up at the edge, you hunted around for your wand which you’d hidden in the top drawer of your side table and smirked at the dainty piece of ebony wood, for the first time; in probably a long time you admired how such a simple tool could do oh so very much. Rising to your feet, you slipped your robe off; finding it easier to move without it on and twirled your wand around yourself as if wrapped yourself in an invisible rope as a pretty white light entrapped you into the disillusionment charm. Glancing in your vanity mirror, you saw little more than a glitch of your bed and dorm wall in the mirror’s reflection. Perfect!

The wander through the corridors of the castle while students still moved and bustled within them was more difficult than expected. You’d wasted a considerable amount of time reaching the passage of the fouls – why the corridor within the castle had this name, you had absolutely no idea yet you were as thrilled as ever to see that the door to the detention chamber was wide open; perhaps, you thought; for light, as it definitely didn’t seem to have any.

Creeping in, the chamber was much darker than you’d expected – drab, dull, almost Cimmerian in feel. An array of skull bones and hourglasses littered the room as a decorative reminder of time wasted being better spent elsewhere and there were piled upon piles of parchments gathering dust which read phrases such as, ‘make effort, not excuses’. It was the shackles in the corner which most unnerved you – a heinous and entirely antiquated method of torture, you’d wish not upon your worst enemy. Eyes flicking around the chamber, you were quick to notice Sebastian seated in the back corner; a few rows away from where Professor Sharp sat, intently reading a copy of the daily prophet and crawled along the cold stone floors until you reached his desk. Slipping in beneath it, you tugged at his trousers around Sebastian’s ankle and coughed merely louder than the breaths you were taking.

“Sallow…”

The hiss of his name was drenched in grievance towards him. Not quite getting his attention; you slid a hand gingerly up over his knee and pinched where the bone dipped. Careful not to get hit by his sudden movements, you whispered his name again ever so softly; voice quivering to gain his attention. Sebastian sat back in his chair; eyes gazing down beneath the desk with a curiosity painted throughout them at hearing your voice.

“That you, my love?”

A light chuckle escaped you that you quickly forced to an abrupt end by cupping your mouth shut with a hand and took a deep breath in to control yourself.

“Well well well… what have we here?”, Sebastian continued speaking beneath his breath as to not draw attention, “A sneaky little minx huh? You know you’re playing with fire putting yourself under a desk in a detention session you’ve snuck into – if Sharp catches you here it’ll be a double, back-to-back detention for the both of us.”

Despite his words, Sebastian reached out beneath the desk and felt around for you; brushing your hair back with a swoop of his fingers that you leant into needily. His dark coffee-coloured eyes sparked with an amusement you hadn’t witnessed before and a hint of arousal at your welcomed yet daring intrusion.

“What? I thought I’d just… brighten up your afternoon. Not happy to see me?”, you asked with a smirk to your voice. It matched the one on your face although Sebastian wasn’t able to see it; instead, just a glitch of space between his legs beneath the desk he sat at.

“Always happy to see you love, but I must say; I do admire your audacity. It’s not often people manage to surprise me.”

Sebastian glances around the chamber; Professor Sharp still engrossed in the horoscopes he’s reading with a heavy eyeroll, another Slytherin student alongside a Ravenclaw writing lines as if they’re lives depended on it. Sebastian had had the pleasure of discovering that detention – was merely a waste of his own time. The punishments received in this chamber, minor consequences as to what they’d actually face out in the real world. With a wicked grin pulled at the corners of his lips, he asked the real questions he was seeking answers for.

“What brings you to my neck of the woods, mhmm? On search for some excitement to liven up your dull evening?”

You sighed and pinched painfully at his knee again which made Sebastian flinch. Fucking cocky Slytherin.

“Well we were meant to be celebrating our two year anniversary tonight but noooo.. you had to go get yourself bloody caught by Scribner. How many times have I told you? Give it at least three days before sneaking back into the Restricted Section, but of course you don’t bloody listen – you never do because Sebastian fucking Sallow always knows best!”

Sebastian’s left brow raises at the conclusion of your rant dressed as a soliloquy and can’t help but smirk at your clear frustration.

“Well I’m stuck here for another”, he gazes at the row of hour glasses along a shelf and guestimates off the amount of sand left in them almost professionally, “…20 or so minutes of this torturous ordeal. How about I make it up to you later? Promise. Just you and I.”

You grumble quietly to yourself; shifting to get your knees comfortable against the cold stone floors. It’s not ideal; but you’ve come to the quick realisation that you’ll probably need to stay here until the detention session is well and truly over. Professor Sharp may have been engrossed in his paper, but he wasn’t a fool and you’d surely be caught trying to sneak out.

“Tell you what love – why don’t you stay hidden there and we’ll try to workout something where we can both do our best to make the most of our remaining time together? Surely, we’re both clever enough to find a way to, as you so well put, brighten up my afternoon.”

“Sure, sure – brighten up your afternoon. Oh Sallow, I intend on doing so much more than just that.”

As Sebastian moves his hands again to brush through your hair; you smack them away lightly before chuckling to yourself. Sticking a hand out from underneath the desk and waving right at the Ravenclaw student who seems to be staring in your direction, you smirk noting that the disillusionment charm is still working and quietly get to work; fingers prying apart Sebastian’s worn leather belt from the constraints of its heavy brass buckle and tug his zipper down as he remains seated.

“This alright babe?”

Sebastian inhales sharply feeling your deft fingers working at his waist; his body immediately tensing up with anticipation. A final glance around the room tracked by his eyes ensuring that Sharp or any of the other students remain oblivious to the clandestine activities you’re both partaking in.

“Careful love – you keep up with that and you’ll have me forgetting where we are.”

Despite words of almost warning, Sebastian makes no move to stop you, instead shifting his hips to grant you better access as you shuffle in closer between his legs; skirt and socks nicking softly at the uneven floor. The risk of getting caught like this only serves to heighten Sebastian’s arousal; his cock already beginning to strain against the confines of his briefs. Reaching down to grab your wrist; Sebastian attempts to guide your hand to the bulge now prominent in his trousers with a low, lustful rasp.

“Touch me love; show me just how badly you want to brighten up my afternoon.”

Sebastian’s hips buck slightly, in need of seeking more of your touch; desperate for the feel of your fingers wrapped around his aching length. Two soft taps against the outside of his thighs with your hands instruct him, as usual: to be patient. The reminder intertwined with a soft “uh-uh”, uttered as a breath of whos actually in charge here.

“You just focus on not getting us caught yeah?”

Peeling back the waistband of his briefs, you watch with hell-bent intent as Sebastian’s hardened cock springs free from the fabric constraint, straining up towards his stomach. Taking a second, you admire blissfully just how excited he already is to see you. As Sebastian smirks at your reproving reminder; two syllables which have him completely under control; he finds himself leaning back into his seat, legs dragging as they shuffle to spread, giving you slightly more room and he raises his hands, low at his sides in a gesture of absolute surrender.

“I may be a mere pawn in your skilled handy work my love, but I’d say my body has a way of being quite expressive in showing its appreciation for you.”

With eyes darkened with lust, and cheeks blushed with a taint of cherry red desire; Sebastian’s hands find the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair as he attempts to gently guide you towards his now aching cock. His breathing hitches and knots within his throat as you snicker discreetly and let your hot breath weave across his sensitive head; lips quick to pepper a few light kisses at the tip before your tongue pokes out and gives it a soft, kitten like lick; lapping up the beads of precum that are already oozing out.

“Good thing I skipped lunch today…”

Sebastian inhales sharply as your lips brush against his sensitivity, his body jolting at the almost electric pleasure which courses through his veins. A low, guttural groan escapes his lips as his fingers tighten in your hair, almost painful with their intensity and he finds himself fighting the urge to thrust forward and bury himself in the wet and warm haven of your mouth. Sebastian, bless him however knows he has to maintain some semblance of control; lest he begin to alert everyone else seemingly unsuspecting still in the detention chamber to your sudden illicitness.

“Fuck.. keep that up and I won’t last long enough to make this detention worthwhile.”

Despite his words as before, Sebastian still makes no move to stop you; instead shifting how he sits, his hips slightly more forward to offer you better access to his ache. The thrill of this all – the danger of getting caught, the fact you’d visited, how you’d used the charm he taught you years ago to have yourself deliciously huddled between his knees only serves to heighten his excitement and arousal. He’s like a kid who’s been taken to HoneyDukes for the first time – overwhelmed and thrilled. His cock however, is now red and throbbing with a very, very desperate need for sudden release.

“You like that, Sebby?”

“Oh love, I can not fucking wait to feel that clever tongue of yours wrapped around me. That mouth sucking me off until I’m drowning in pleasure and the only thing I can think about is how fucking perfect you’re going to look swallowing every single fucking last drop I give you….”, he trails off; hands wrapping around the edge of the desk – knuckles whitening although nothing yet has really started. “Fuck.. I need you, I need you, I need you so, so fucking badly. Please..”

His words carrying a desperate plea; that silent begging for you to grant him both the attention and pleasure he so fucking urgently craves, you pause to think. Taking time to calculate your next move.

“It’s cute when you beg Sallow”, you whisper against the inside of his thigh – barely audibly. “I could get used to it.”

Giving a hand of yours permission to shimmy across Sebastian’s lap; feeling the soft material of his trousers that it seems he’s so desperate to try and rid himself of as much as possible, you wrap your hand around the base of his cock; fingers barely able to encircle the girth and lift it up slightly, lips pressing an almost French style kiss to the sensitive underside before you flatten your tongue and swipe it with a long teasing swipe, following the thick vein he has which has begun to pulse.

Becoming greedy; needy – Sebastian skims his wand off the edge of the desk and without muttering a word, shows off his skill of non-verbal spells, making you visible – not that the rest of the chamber would see you anyway with how dark and secluded the two of you were.

“Fuck love – you’re playing with fire behaving like that.”

Your doe eyes flickering up to lock in with Sebastian’s own; you watch absorbed in him as he swallows hard; adams apple bobbing within his throat at the effort as he lets out a rather low and strangled groan. His voice is laced with a gravelly rasp – layered thick with desire and an ounce of warning.

“Stop teasing you wicked witch. Take my cock and show me everything I know your mouth and filthy tongue can really fucking do.”

His grip on your hair tightens; fingers beginning to curl around the silk strands as he guides your head forward with an impatient tug, urging your to take him in deep.

“Tsk, tsk Sebastian… someone’s impatient.”

Wrapping your lips firmly around his tip, your roll your tongue hungrily in small figure eights, a move which you know will leave him breathless and hum as you swallow an inch or so of cock into our mouth; taking every single second of this as slow as you possibly can. The vibrations of your humming, cause Sebastian to tilt his head back; eyes fixed on the ceiling as he scans the room again using his peripherals to ensure your dirty little secret is safe. It’s a shockwave of pleasure which hits Sebastian straight in the gut when you inch your mouth down slowly. Sucking your cheeks in hollow as you savour the taste of his skin.

“That’s it love – take it. Fuck. Your mouth feels incredible. Take my cock in deeper – show me just how badly you want to make this detention fly by for me”, his words again come out low, Sebastian’s body trembling against his seat due to the force of his desires. “I can only fucking imagine how good its going to be to spill myself straight down your fucking throat…”

Trailing off; Sebastian rocks his hips gently as he begins to lose himself in the exquisite pleasure your mouth is willing to provide. Pushing a hand up hard against his stomach; you guide Sebastian back into his seat momentarily; removing your mouth from his cock.

“Behave..”, you remind him with a knowing look, “Or you’ll get us both fucking caught.”

Shifting so that you’re now tightly kneeling between his knees, you use the fact his seat has been ever so slightly pushed back to allow for grace and space as you hover your head over his lap – lowering your mouth to swallow in his entire length and feel his tip hit the back of your throat causing you to unexpectedly choke. It’s the way he hisses with an inhale that causes him to groan. The sensations are intense. The tight, wet heat of your mouth engulfing him completely forcing Sebastian to bite down hard on his lower lip – drawing blood to stifle the cry of pleasure which is threatening to escape from deep within his chest.

His hands fisting into your hair once again; this time rougher, almost impoverished, untactful; he grapples at the silken strands tightly as he fights the urge to thrust forward and fuck your mouth with an absolute reckless abandon. Sebastian’s completely aware at this point that he has to do as little as possible to not draw any unwanted attention, but by god the way your mouth is taking him in deep isn’t making it fucking easy.

“If you keep this up – I won’t be able to last long enough to give that mouth of yours the thorough fucking that it so clearly deserves. So that no matter how much you drink, how many times you brush your teeth; you’ll be tasting me for fucking days.”

Raising a brow; you’re about to say something when you hear footsteps walk into the chamber.

“Sharp – a word.”

Headmaster Black’s voice wails through the chamber; flooding nervousness in through your veins as the two men of faculty step outside to discuss seemingly important matters you could not care less about.

“Sebby?”, you groan a little louder now that the presence of authority isn’t around.

“Yeah love?”

“…fuck me?”

His eyes widening at your sudden approval for more; the smirk playing at the corners of his lips sends a jolt of pure, unadulterated lust surging across your skin in the form of a light sweat and you’re aware that Sebastian knows he doesn’t have to hold back any longer. With a feral growl, primal and almost animalistic, he grips tighter again at your hair and begins to thrust his hips forward, fucking your mouth with desperation and utter greed. It’s simple. He needs this. He needs you. He yanks your head down as he continues to rock forward, burying himself to the hilt in the tight, wet, hot heat of your throat with each power-hungry surge of his hips.

An obscene slurping noise begins to fill the chamber as your mouth struggles to accommodate Sebastian’s relentless thrusts. Saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, down your chin and onto shirt; highlighting with a dampness your heaving chest. He’s too far gone at this point to care about being caught. Too consumed with the refined pleasure of you. Your mouth. The way it’s taking his aching cock. Sebastian leans forward; head dropping down with a contorted mask of ecstasy – snarling our his next few words.

“Take it you filthy little witch; choke on it, gag on it, fucking take it all like the cock hungry fucking whore you are…”

The degrading litany of lust is punctuated only by the lewd slapping of flesh against flesh as he continued to rut into your mouth with a brutal fervour. Glancing up a the door; he notices the shadows of Sharp and Black beginning to stir and Sebastian knows he has to hurry. With a final few thrusts, Sebastian buries himself in; balls clenched and smacking against your chin as he holds your head still, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he begins to unload – spurt after spurt of hot, thick cum straight down your gullet.

Sebastian’s body shakes and near convulses with his release; his fingers digging into your hair and scalp hard enough to leave bruises as he finishes riding out the intensity of the moment. Just to be sure you’re more than satisfied, he grinds his lips against your face, making sure you’ve gotten every single last drop he’s able to give before releasing your hair, your head and finally slumping back in his seat – chest heaving; sweat beading on his brow.

Falling back; your arms catching your sudden stumble – you let out a whimper with a staggered breath; swallowing  the remnants lingering on your tongue before licking your lips once over. A thumb; gently at the corners of your mouth to ensure you’ve cleaned up. The sight of Sebastian’s chest heaving; how he’s struggling to catch his breath – his half dishevelled uniform; that lustful look in his eye. God it makes this whole fucking ordeal all that more satisfying.

“Hope you enjoyed detention Sallow.”

“Enjoyed it? Fuck…”, he doesn’t bother to keep his voice down; smirk teasing at his lips as he places a hand on his chest in an attempt to settle and catch his breath. “That was fucking incredible.”

He reaches down; cupping your chin with a gentleness you had temporarily forgotten he had and admires the blush flushed across your cheeks, the way your shirt is damp and wet, the swollen tenderness of your lips. Sebastian feels his spent cock twitch traitorously – the thought of bending you in half over a desk and flipping your skirt up to take you then and there – consequences be fucking damned; rush through his head; but instead, he thinks reasonably for once; tucking himself away as Professor Sharp re-enters the chambers.

“You’re all dismissed for the afternoon. May I remind you not to make this chamber a regular visitation.”

Chuckling at the professors’ words, you push yourself up onto your feet with the assistance of both the desk as well as Sebastian and smirk; knowing that you’ll now get to at least spend a little more time with him to finish celebrating your anniversary.

“Ms…?”

Your eyes weaved straight towards Professor Sharp who you could tell, was looking directly at you. At the mess you were. At the way you had practically pinned yourself to your boyfriend. You may have described Sebastian once or twice before as impulsive, reckless, careless, even at times a fool but you… you were an idiot for not remembering to recast disillusionment which is what got you into this little rendezvous in the first place.

“Fuck…”

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not edited; idea came while i was in the shower - never written something so fucking fast in my life. enjoy my sweets xo

[docholligay]

Shamash answers: ANime final

Overwatch headcanon or idea: Angsty

Only four people answered so you all win, and even more than that, you all get double the points your placement would usually garner! Thanks for playing!

3rd place, for showing up! Two points!

Dallas it, only this time it wasn't all a dream: Someone gets murdered by someone in-house- who was it?

@amhrancas ENJOY YOUR POINTS you delightful weirdo

3rd place, for being something that I imagine happens ABSOULTELY, 2 points:

I don't know enough of Overwatch, but maybe Mercy knowing Pharah has been seriously hurt and having to delegate treatment to someone else, because there is someone else in a more critical condition requiring brilliant Dr. Ziegler's personal attention. She does her best to focus, but her mind keeps drifting.

@vassekocho I actually think this happens after Lena and Fareeha get rescued from Moira. Fareeha is very badly hurt and in an insane amount of pain, but if Angela, who knows her body better than anyone, does not get it together Lena will DIE on this fucking table. She might anyway! But she definitely will if Angela doesn't start thinking about her instead of her wife.

For hitting the nail on the head, 2nd place with four points!

As Lena's symptoms progress but before it might be noticeable, she starts requesting adjustments to her equipment. She's able to play it off for a while, but Winston is observant, and he can only let himself be in denial for so long. When Lena requests aim stabilizers, he can't put it off anymore. She's too proud of her skills, of how well she can control her speed and her body, to ever even think she might need an assist like that. It turns into a fight, a row even, and is the one and only time Lena shouts at Winston to get away from her.

@katrani I think Lena gets pretty sensitive about how she's falling apart, especially before it gets so bad that she has to be like, "WELP" and spends a lot of time trying to convince herself and others that it's not a big deal and it's not that noticeable and she covers it just fine and the people that love her are constantly torn between wanting to honor Lena's desire for everything to be as absolutely normal as possible for as long as possible, and wanting to be like, "Okay can we all just get real for a moment here and admit you might need help with something?" And the more simple that 'something' becomes the more Lena wants to (and sometimes does) react like a toddler and throw a fit proclaiming she can DO IT.

For legit pulling at my heartstrings, 1st place, with six points!

Winston walks into his apartment, softly closing the door behind him. The party had been nice, and certainly what Lena would have wanted. Good food and good booze, a gathering of friends to celebrate a life rather than wallow many months after her death. He had laughed, though his heart wasn't in it. Joked through the pain. Assured everyone that he was fine. Declined Emily's offer to spend the night. She had grief enough; he would not burden her with his. He meanders into the kitchen, lit only by the glow of the full moon through the window. He retrieves a single, solitary cupcake and places it on the table, lighting the candle that is already set and sitting upright in the swirl of frosting, the light reflecting off the glass frame nearby. He stares, for a moment, at the irreverent grin, at the personality which could never truly be captured in a still frame yet somehow comes through in spades. "Happy Birthday, Lena." His voice is quiet, misting into the air as tendrils of smoke from the candle. "You are so, so missed." (Or: Winston pays a private homage to Lena every year on her birthday after her death.)

@seolh I love this. I am so glad you suggested prereleasing the questions if this is what I get in return!! Of course Lena's friends and family would gather and celebrate with plenty of beer and great shitty food, and absolutely she would want people to laugh and make fun of her and get drunk and have fun. It is exactly how she would want to be remembered.

And of course Winston can't do it! I mean, he can fake it, but every time he hears someone make a joke about her, or laugh about something she used to do, all he can think is, 'But she isn't here. How do you do it, when she's not here?' And it takes a fair amount of time and also Avi, for him not to just feel empty all the time. But he never stops feeling a twinge of pain on her birthday, on Christmas, any time that reminds him of how she should be here. Even when Emily remarries, he wants to be happy for her and will play at being happy for her because lena would somehow raise herself from the dead and beat him if he didn't, but it feels like betrayal to him. How could you not mourn her forever?

(Lena, of course, in the afterlife jsut going, 'Win, win, let me go. PLEASE. It isn't loyalty; it's just sad." )

[aellynera]

The Return of Operation Oscar (the full story)

Okay, so here’s the full story. Because I realize that this was technically my fourth trip to NYC since Operation Oscar, but the one in October didn’t technically count since that was me going to support @lisazamanart at her gallery show. Anyway.

Ironically, it was at that gallery show that I first learned about the play, since that had just been announced. And when I got home, I got me a membership to BAM, and I was going to be a responsible adult and get cheaper tickets, but then I thought about it, and since one of the shows was ON MY BIRTHDAY, I... was not responsible at all and got 2nd row tickets, dead center. Because it was my birthday and YOLO.

The person who was supposed to go with me couldn’t, so I ended up talking my mom into taking the bus into the city (it’s only like a 1.5 hour ride, and even though way more expensive than it used to be, still easy.) So I was not only excited to see Oscar, but also my mom on my actual birthday.

Thennnnnn on the Saturday before my birthday (which is also the day the play opened, and my uncle’s birthday) I had a seizure? I think? Still not entirely sure what happened, but I  ended up in the hospital for a couple days but the whole time I felt fine and I was like we are NOT cancelling the NYC trip because I will literally cry and I’ve been looking forward to it for so long... so, long story short, after a little back and forth, I got out of the hospital on 6 Feb and flew to NYC on 9 Feb. YOLO!

So anyway, Lisa and I had been talking before my flight, basic stuff like how I was going to the city and she was leaving to go back to London, and how it sucked that we would miss each other because we’d really like to say hello and stuff. I got to NYC, grabbed a cab from LaGuardia to Brooklyn, and got to my hotel. I was supposed to text my mom when I got there, since she was already in the room, and I was walking into the lobby doing just that when a tiny British woman tackled me and I was like, “LISA?!” and as it turns out, this is the hotel she always stays at in Brooklyn and my mom and I had just picked it by chance because it was super close to the theater and VOILA, Lisa and I got to see each other anyway! My mom couldn’t figure out what was taking me so long and who I could possibly find to talk to in our hotel lobby so I got to introduce them and it was the most lovely totally unexpected surprise. And I got all the theater and stage door dirt from her, too. 😂😂

So the next day after breakfast, we went exploring a bit and we did find the theater, then went to the amazing pizzeria on the corner and back to the hotel to relax until it was play time. And let me tell you, for the size of the theater and the three-hour (with intermission) run time and our second row seats, I would have been happy. Oscar Isaac was like twenty feet away from me most of the night of my birthday and what else could I have asked for? But then after the show we decided to check out the stage door and we found it quite easily. There were only like maybe? 20? people waiting at the stage door, all very polite and well-mannered and very cognizant of the barricade they’d put up. All the cast came out, we cheered and we clapped. Rachel Brosnahan was 2nd last to come out, and she was very sweet (and also fucking amazing in the play itself; I was surprised and thrilled with her performance, what a treat!) She signed my program and it was all very lovely.

Then. Then. Last to come out was Oscar, and he quite happily made his way around the barricade while I tried to remember how to breathe. But he ended up being SO NICE and so sweet and when my mom mentioned that it was my birthday, the next thing I know I’m getting squished in a hug and I’m getting a resounding “happy birthday!” and my mom is telling him that I came all the way from Tennessee for this and he’s like “hey, my dad lives in Tennessee!” and there were smiles and probably me looking like a total idiot and he had his arm around me for the picture even though you can’t really see it but IT WAS THERE OKAY.

The program:

My favorite picture in the history of ever:

It took a long road to get here. There was the lobby incident, and us not knowing or thinking to get to the stage door at the 92nd St Y (although we did loiter at his car), and then FINALLY I got to meet him (ON MY BIRTHDAY!!!!) and every time I look at this picture I grin like a complete idiot and I’m not sorry about it and if I can figure out how to get to the play again, I will because it was amazing.

AH. MAY. ZING.

[aire-writes]

@raise-a-glass-2-freedom1776

Minors do not interact!

(rules page found here)

-This isn't beta read-

(This is likely going to get a 2nd chapter but I’m not feelin it right now, sorry UuU”)

You sat there waiting for Heisenberg to finish his work day after day. When he would come up he would shower, sit down, eat whatever you put in front of him and most often he would just flop down onto the bed you shared and fall asleep. You would sleep beside him, or at least to, he takes up so much of the bed some nights you would just get up and set up another place to sleep. It happens so often now that you just made an entire other bed for you to sleep in.

Your chest ached more and more as each day passed. Heisenberg wouldn’t even kiss you anymore. He would just come up from work shower, eat, and sleep. Does he even notice that you don’t sleep with him anymore? You do everything for this man and he just ignores you? You know he forbid you from entering the factory but, honestly, fuck that bitch, he owes you.

You threw open the metal doors to find him standing in front of a forge pouring molten metal into a mold. He turns to you with a murderous look on his face which quickly transitions to surprise and then to annoyance.

“I told you to stay up stairs!”

“You know what else you told me, Heisenberg?” You raised your voice, clearly challenging him for dominance. His face switched back to surprise and then to confusion. You only challenge him when he’s done something wrong… and he doesn’t know what it is he’s done this time.

You stand there arms crossed waiting for him to reply. “Well?”

“I uh… I, um..” His voice trailed off into something so soft if you weren’t listening to him you never would have heard it. You cross the room to stand before him with the stern look of ‘figure out what you’ve done or we are going to have a problem’

The level of big dick energy you give off is enough to have Heisenberg back up against the forge and place his hands on it to keep from being shoved into the worst of it.

You take his glasses off and toss them to the floor staring daggers into his eyes. In the quietest and most threatening demand he has ever heard in his life you ask him again, “What else have you told me, Heisenberg?”

You could tell the cogs in his brain are TURNING trying to figure it out. What it is that has you so pissed off that you would come down here and fucking CHALLENGE HIM?

He’s your alpha, the both of you are bonded! You listen to each other, you care for one another, you- “Oh shit.” It starts to hit him.

How many days in a row has he worked?

How many days in a row has he showered, eaten, and gone straight to sleep?

How many days in a row has he woken up without you?

He thought you had woken up before him and set off to do your work but, you sleep in compared to him.

‘Oh no’ he thought and everything completely clicked for him.

“Look” he moved his hands to your waist and tried to lead you back but you shoved his hands away from you while never breaking eye contact.

How many days in a row had turned into weeks?

Oh no, he has no idea how long he’s been doing this to you. Oh shit...

“Five” You said, your voice echoed off the walls.

“What?” His brow lifted and descended into a frown “Wha-”

“Four”

Oh shit, your counting down, what happens whe-

“Three”

His hands shoot to your shoulders “I’m sorry!” “Two”

Oh shit, oh no, you're- no-no-no-no-no-no!!

“On-” “I LOVE YOU” He roared over you before you could finish your countdown. He didn’t know what would happen at the end of it and didn’t want to find out.

“I love you, I do. I just got caught up in my work for a while. I’ll make it up to you. Whatever you want.” He tried to let his hands smooth down your posture into a more submissive stance. You wouldn’t budge for a second. The anger in your eyes never faltered.

“Tell me how long it's been since you last said that to me.”

Oh shit, oh no, he really needed a calendar. He thought about saying three weeks but that sounded far too long… right?

“It's been three whole weeks” He side-stepped away from you and into open space. He lift his arms towards the heaven to signal defeat and turned back to look at you and- oh shit, oh shit, oh SHIT, oh-FUCKING-NO.

Your ENTIRE body was seething with anger, he could smell the betrayal you felt through your scent. ‘Holy shit’ he thought to himself, ‘how long-’

“Three weeks?!" Your voice bounded off the walls "Try three months!” The way your voice wavered towards the end broke whatever cocky airs he was planning to put on to get out of being in trouble. There is no way for him to escape and he knew he didn’t deserve to escape. What was he supposed to say to fix this, where does he begin?

He lowered his arms towards you and forcibly drew you into a hug. You tried to escape from him but he wouldn’t let you. If he let you go he was afraid you would abandon him. Three months, he had lost himself for three months and you took care of him every day without so much as a thank you or even a kiss good night. The grip around you tightened while he placed a hand on the back of your head.

“I’m so sorry.” He whispered into your ear softly. He took in as much of your scent as he could, trying his best to take note of it and trying to figure out how he undo what he’s done. Placing his hands back onto your shoulders he gently guides you away from his body “I'm so sorry, I’ve deprived you of my love and affection for so long.” His cocky attitude was back but it was clear he had an objective and he planned to meet it.

“I can’t imagine how you did it.” He let you go and walked around the room, setting things upright on tables, putting tools in boxes, and papers in stacks. “But you did. You survived three entire months with a man child.” You scoffed at him. “That's an admirable thing to do.” He kept picking up the room as he spoke. “Something like that can’t go unrewarded.” Both arms swept across an old bed causing a mess to spread across the floor.

The way he used both arms to gesture towards you to get in the bed almost made you forget to actually look AT the bed. It was covered in all types of stains and now that you are paying attention to your surroundings you think… you think you can smell it from here!

You cross your arms again and look at him in disbelief, the confidence in his posture cracked for a moment and came back only to falter once more when he looked at what he was asking you to lay on.

“Alright!” He had one hand raised in his defense, like he was trying to keep a predator from devouring him. “You head up the stairs, I’ll shower and meet you up there.”

You aren’t going to let him set his own punishment.

“You’re making dinner tonight and every night for the next few weeks. You aren’t going to come back to work until I say so and we are going to sit down and set a schedule. You can only work so many hours a day and you WILL take a day off each week to spend with me. You are absolutely not allowed to enter into the factory on said day no matter what. Is this understood?” He looked at you in disbelief, you aren’t going to falter on any of these conditions and he can tell.

“Okay” he hung his head down low letting it gently bob up and down “sounds fair to me. Now, will you head up the stairs? I promise to shower and make us dinner.”

“Fine.” He let out a sigh of relief when those metal doors shut behind you.

[vro0m]

vro0m’s rewatch - 96/301

2012 Monaco GP

Disclaimer for this season. It turns out that I only have the footage of the race for a lot of the GPs (no build-up, no post-race content) so there will be way less GIFs unfortunately. I will let you know for each of these reviews if there are GIFs or not. THIS ONE HAS GIFS.

And it's already time for the worst GP of the year. Still no build-up it seems? Argh. No wait actually, I found it on dailymotion (poor quality but hey beggars can't be choosers).

Webber is on pole, which makes Monaco even worse. Alonso is 5th. Jenson is 12th after missing Q3 for the second race in a row... Rosberg is 2nd. Lewis is 3rd and Grosjean is 4th which, again, wtf. Schumacher 6th, Massa 7th, Seb is 9th. A number of drivers got penalties actually : Schumacher for causing an accident in the last race, Maldonado also crashed, others for gearbox changes and such, you get the picture, let's go already. Oh but some of them might protest so that would change things AND there's a risk of rain. We might yet not be bored to death by Monaco 2012.

So actually what happened, as I can explain after watching the build-up, is Schumacher got pole but he had that penalty which is why he started 6th.

So we get a lil segment in which Lewis acts as a TV technician for an interview with Jenson? Sorry for the quality of the gifs but again I found the thing in 480p on Dailymotion so... Even with all my editing skills (not much), there's no saving that.

Oh so Jenson is supposed to be the presenter. David Coulthard asks him if he knows what his opening line is gonna be, and Jenson answers he hasn't got a clue what he's supposed to say. He asks back "are you starting or am I?" and Coulthard says "you are, you're the presenter!” In the meantime, Lewis is with Jake and they're rolling the titles.

5 4 3 2 1... Lewis : "Cue Jenson"

Total silence for three and a half seconds LMAO and then Jenson says "Welcome to the pitlane I'm here with DC and we're back for some more action after a couple of weeks on holiday actually."

Jake tells Lewis "Just so you know David and Jenson can't hear me but they can hear you." Lewis says “oh shoot!” "So we can chat, continues Jake, but I have no control over what they're up to."

It's hilarious, Jenson is here for the vibes. Lewis is trying real hard to do a good job.

Now Jenson is talking about the McLaren body work and Lewis is clearly enjoying this. He says "Alright Jenson we have a surprise guest in the paddock, keep talking" and Jenson says "we... Have... A special guest." DC looks around. "We do?" And Jenson reiterates : "We do have a special guest". Lewis does not elaborate on it at all.

It's Mark fucking Webber.

Jenson tells him it's all new to him to do this job especially with people talking in his ear non stop while he's talking. Lewis tells him to tell Webber that he's proud and pleased to be working with the best driver in the paddock and what is it like for him. Jenson asks "what is it like working with the best driver in the paddock?" DC is clutching his pearls and goes "excuse me, I’ll just step away..."

And Webber goes "... Uuuuuuuh" jfc Lewis is an agent of chaos we can hear DC laughing his ass off off camera. Finally Webber says "I haven't worked with Lewis" and Jenson folds in half laughing, Lewis is also having the time of his life in the studio.

DC laughs and says he can join back then and that it's a good comeback and Webber asks if that came from Lewis. Jenson says "noooo... 👀". Lewis tells Jenson he's clearly stuck so he can say he has to run because he has a meeting with Whitmarsh. Webber says "No but I wanna keep talking, I wanna keep talking" while Jenson says thank you repeatedly.

The cameras follow Jenson through corridors and they end up in the wrong place so Lewis reminds him he's supposed to go to the engineering office. Jenson says "this is the back of the garage we brought you here just to show you it's very quiet at this time of night.” Lewis is like "what" and laughing.

Now here is Jenson with Martin Whitmarsh. He says "Martin Whitmarsh..." —silence— "How are you?" He doesn't have a microphone so we don't hear his answer. Lewis informs Jenson. Then the camera fucks up and he tells him to apologise to the viewers for the break up. He does so. He says "I think we're back on, you have the full face of Martin which is always good." Martin chuckles and it makes his whole body move up and down.

Jenson is asking him a question but at the same time, on Lewis' side, the countdown to the end of that part of the segment has started. 5, 4, ... In the middle of his question, Lewis tells him they have to wrap up. (A little bit of a heads-up would have been good surely? Lol.) Jenson gets confused, Martin laughs. Jenson is grabbing his shoulder for dear life. He says "We've gotta go!"

Fast forward again, they're back out in the paddock. Lewis tells him "Walk faster!" And laughs his ass off as he does so.

See, they exchanged roles compared to the beginning. Now Lewis just wanna cause chaos and Jenson is trying very hard to do a somewhat good job despite him. Anyway, now they'll show us the drivers' rooms. Those are more like dressing rooms honestly. Lewis has a small black couch on which DC sits. He puts Lewis’ shades on. The countdown begins again in the studio. Lewis is face-palming.

Jenson is saying "So yeah that's my room and that's Lewis' room and uh..." DC says "That was the grand prix" and Jenson acquiesce "Exactly that was the grand prix so..." and Lewis says "Stop, stop" and Jenson says "There you have it" and that's it. He smiles awkwardly into the camera and then DC starts laughing. Lewis says good job guys, good job! He takes off his headphones, turns to the camera in the studio and says in a completely different tone of voice : "I do NOT wanna do that EVER AGAIN."

He then asks Jenson "When you retire in a year or so" does he plan on taking that job? He answers that actually doing this made him realise he wants to race for LONGER. Lewis says him too lol. Jake says the nicest thing they did for Jenson was to keep Eddie Jordan out of the program so of course he appears from behind the camera to say "Lewis this is your worst nightmare" and it's all very cringe. Lewis tells Jenson to turn Jordan's mic off which he does. That's it!

Formation lap.

And they're racing.

Oh... Webber has a good start but Rosberg is right behind him and Lewis not far away. There's contact not far down the field and it's Grosjean, sliding sideways along the track. Many drivers have to take the runoff route to avoid him.

It's a Safety Car.

Several people pit. I think Maldonado is stranded too? Grosjean made contact with Alonso and then Schumacher which broke his rear left. Then Kobayashi made contact with Grosjean as he tried to go around him. Jenson was caught in the middle and I still don't really understand what happened to Maldonado but anyway he's out.

Lewis on the radio asks 'what the hell happened in that corner?', he's not happy with his start. Then he tells his team to check his tyre pressure because they just went through a lot of debris through turn 1. He's told everything is fine. And the Safety Car is about to come in. And he doesn’t get a good restart either. The two in the front are a gap away and Alonso is threatening behind.

Funnily enough Alonso is creating a whole train by being super fucking slow.

They're all trying to save their tyres as a strategy but all the drivers are getting impatient and are apparently complaining over the radio that they could go faster.

Now Alonso is finally picking up the pace and literally nothing is happening and there's still 60 laps to go I hate Monaco.

25 laps in, it seems the rain is getting closer and closer and the tyres are starting to go. What to do? Rosberg comes in. Alonso is getting close to Lewis. RedBull and McLaren mechanics are out in the pitlane... Webber is in, Lewis is in, Alonso stays out. Only for one more lap. So Webber is still ahead of Rosberg but now Alonso is ahead of Lewis...

It's starting to rain lightly and so Jenson, who was one of the last drivers not having pitted yet, finally comes in for new tyres. It's a gamble. We're halfway through.

Lewis tells his engineer that at this pace his tyres won't last for very long. Massa is told they need to close up on Lewis. Lewis says someone dropped something on him as he drove by?????

And finally Seb pits from what was the lead. He's fourth but Lewis is attacking. Lewis complains to his engineers they didn't keep him updated on Seb.

It's now to the point where Lewis has to hit a certain pace or they won't score points and/or his tyres will fail. Fucking great. I hate Monaco.

So Alonso is in third, Seb 1s. behind, Lewis 1.4s. behind him and then Massa 0.8s. behind him. 16 laps to go. Slight rain in some places. Schumacher retires from the race while Rosberg gets closer and closer to Webber. The sky is darkening. 12 laps to go. Ricciardo retired also, so that's what? 7 DNFs now? (9 actually it seems.) Still nothing else is happening. Okay now it's getting close. Webber is only 0.7 ahead of Rosberg only 0.2 ahead of Alonso only 0.6 ahead of Seb only 0.4 ahead of Lewis. 8 laps to go. Make something HAPPEN PLEASE. Perez spun so yellow flags in a sector... Oh and Massa is not far away from Lewis either. Yellow again in turn 1... It might still be Perez. Oh actually it's Jenson... Kovalainen touched him in a corner which sent him spinning and Perez then made contact with Kovalainen and found himself in the run off area. Jenson is out. That's 10 DNFs. 6 laps to go. Nothing happening still. The six drivers in the lead now lap Kovalainen who has serious damage to his front wing. Lol him and Perez made contact again. 4 laps to go. So many blue flags. 3 laps to go.

And it's the end of the race!

Apart from almost half the grid DNFing absolutely NOTHING HAPPENED. Webber wins, Rosberg P2, Alonso P3.

I hate Monaco.

[triplexdoublex]

Alpha Omega

Pairings: Colson x Reader

Warnings/Tags: alcohol, drunk, attempted rape (colson saves you before ANYTHING happens), potentially triggering dialogue about it the next morning, strangers to friends to lovers, smut, squirting 💦

A/N: Inspired by a weird dream I had and a real tweet I read, the person Jake in the fic was actually Jake Paul in my dream (ew). If you think the beginning backstory may trigger you and just want to read their friendship turn to lovers/smut, then scroll to the 2ND time skip marked with stars (***)

College mid-terms were finally over, which meant the same thing every year: the Alpha Omega annual fraternity party! It was the biggest party on campus every year, and even though it’s not really your scene, you decided to attend this year. Maybe it was the stress of mid-terms weighing extra heavy on your mind, but you needed an escape. But now, five full drinks and some shots later, you find yourself stumbling around the drink and keg area in the kitchen with a half-empty red solo cup, wondering how the hell you're supposed to find your way back to your dorm to sleep off what was obviously a very poor decision.

“Hey pretty thing,” you hear, suddenly feeling an arm slink around your waist.

“Do I know you?” you ask, disoriented and confused as your eyes try to focus on the face of the person touching you.

“The name’s Jake,” he shouts over the music, guiding you out of the kitchen and into the main party room. “You should come back to my room, you look like you need to lay down,” he says with ill-intent, but you’re too intoxicated to argue, letting him lead you up the stairs.

Even though most of your senses are impaired right now, you can’t mistake the distinct, pungent smell of weed wafting towards you as Jake escorts you down the hall once the two of you reach the top of the stairs.

“Yo, Jake!” a voice shouts from an open door, smoke billowing out as you pass.

“Hey Cols, what’s up?”

“Nothing much, man,” he says, blowing a smoke ring as he passes the blunt to his roommate Pete. “Wanna hit?”

“Maybe later, gotta get this pretty little thing back to room,” Jake answers.

“Aye, she alright? Colson questions, quickly rising to his feet.

“Yeah, pal she don’t look too good,” Pete coughs.

“Nah, man, that’s fucked up. She’s gooone!” Colson says getting a closer look at you. ‘You can’t talk her back to your room like this. That’s just wrong.”

“The fuck I can!” Jake retorts. “Look,” he says turning to you and lifting your slumped head. “You wanna go to my room with me don’t you, sexy?”

“N-nno” You slur, drunkenly shaking your head ‘Yes’

“See, she shook her ‘yes’,” Jake argues.

“Yeah, and her mouth said fuckin’ NO, Dawg!” Colson snaps back.

“Listen, I’m taking her to my room and there ain’t shit you can do about it!”

“The fuck there is!” Colson swings, his closed fist making contact with the side of Jake’s face, knocking him out cold.

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The next thing you know you’re opening your eyes; an unfamiliar room and bed coming into view. You slowly sit up holding your throbbing head

“Hey, you’re awake,” says a soft voice to your right. Quickly, you turn your head in a panic to see a tall blonde sitting on the edge of the bed.

“W-who are you? Where.. Where am I?” you ask on the verge of tears.

“My name's Colson,” he reaches out for your hand. “I —”

“Don’t touch me!” You yell, scooting backwards pulling  the covers up over you when you realize all you’re wearing is a thin, white, mens t-shirt. “Where are my clothes?”

“Aye, yo, it’s not like that. Relax, listen,” he stands with his hands up backing away from you. “I slept on the couch, I just wanted —”

“Where are my clothes!?” you demand.

“You threw up on them,” he answers.

“So lemme get this right … I threw up and you took off my clo —”

“NO! No! God no!” he says waving his arms. “My roommate Pete —”

“So your roommate Pete took off my clothes…?”

“NOOO! Please, just listen. I swear I was just trying to help you and keep you safe.” The desperation in his voice causes you to let down your guard a little. “I was saying, my roommate Pete. His girl. She stayed over last night and I asked her to help get you cleaned up and changed. I saw nothing I swear,” he puts his hands up again.

You sit there in silence, confused, trying to process everything he just said.

“You really don’t remember anything from last night? Do you?” He asks, stepping slowly back towards the bed.”

“No,” you shake your head, disappointed in yourself.

He cautiously begins to sit back down on the edge of the bed then pauses “Can I?” 

You nod ‘yes’ and he takes a seat.

“Yo, you were in really rough shape last night. I’m assuming you had too much to drink?”

“Yeah,” you admit looking ashamed.

“Aye, we’ve all been there. I’m just glad you’re ok,” he smiles. “Me and my homie Pete were just up here smoking when we seen some dude we know trying to take you back to his room. I could tell you were wrecked. Fuck, you where barely conscious. I tried to tell him how wrong that was but he wouldn’t listen so I knocked him the fuck out. I didn’t know where your dorm was or if you came to the party with anyone and I wanted to make sure you had a safe place to sleep it off.”

“ Thank you. I’m sorry I jumped to conclusions,” you apologize.

“Nah I completely understand,” he accepts your apology. ‘That’s why I wanted to be here when you woke up, I figured you might be a little confused.”

“More than a little,” you let out a small laugh.

Colson cracks a smile, then heads to his dresser, pulling out a pair of his athletic shorts. “Here, tell you what,” he says, tossing the shorts on the bed. “ Imma head out there —” he points to the door. Let you get dressed and I’ll drive you back to your dorm. Cool?”

“Cool,” you answer with a thumbs up and a smile as he steps out the room, closing the door behind him.

*******************

“Seriously, thank you so much,” you say when he pulls up to your dorm.”What can I do for you? I feel like I can’t thank you enough.”

“Nothing. Any respectable man would have done the same thing,” he says.”I can only hope that one day if god forbid my daughter even finds herself in that position that someone would do the same for her.”

“Awww, you have a daughter?”

“Yeah,” he smiles like a proud father, lifting his backside from the drivers seat to pull out his wallet. “Her name’s Casie,” he says opening to her picture.  

“She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you,” he says, then tucking his wallet back into his pocket. “She lives with her mom but I still see her all the time.”

“I’m glad. You seem like you’d be a great father.” you smile. “Thanks again,” you add, stepping out of the car.

“Hey, ummm, wait,” he calls out the car window as you walk towards your dorm.

“Yeah?” you turn back to face him.

“Ain’t you in that bitch Mrs. Pearson’s creative writing class with me?”

“Oh yeah,” you thought he looked familiar. “You usually sit up in the back row right?”

“If you mean ‘take a nap in the back row’, then yeah that’s me”, he laughs.

“Well see you bright and early tomorrow then I guess,” you smile.

“Yeah, see ya,” he smiles back before driving off.

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The two of you became quite close after that. Gradually moving your seats closer and closer to be near each other in class and pairing up for projects together. You even got to meet his daughter Casie briefly once before her mom picked her up from their weekend visit. You spent a lot of your free time together.It was amazing how you could do absolutely nothing when you were together yet there was no awkward silence or moments: much like right now where you're both hanging out in your dorm just laying on your bed scrolling aimlessly through your phones.

“Oh my god why are men so stupid?” You blurt out in laughter, showing him a tweet on your phone. “This dude really had the audacity to make a whole ass thread about how to eat pussy but he obviously has no clue what he’s talking about; girls don’t squirt out of their clits!’ No wonder girls never cum and have to fake it. Ya’ll mother fuckers don’t even know where the clit IS, and I’m pretty sure squirting is just something made up by the porn industry cuz that shit never happens in real life.”

“Aye, nah I hope you aint including me in that, cuz lemme tell you, ya boy knows where the clit is!  My girls always cum,” he smirks. 

“Yeah, okay,” you roll your eyes. “How do you know they’re not faking?”

“Cuz squirting ain’t made up, that shits VERY real! Maybe not every time but it has happened so I know they weren’t faking,” he smiles. “You mean to tell me a guy has never made you cum?

“Uhn uh” you shake your head no.

“And you’ve never squirt... even ..uhh..by yourself...or with whatever toys you chicks use?”

“I mean I’ve cum alone, but never squirt. No,” you admit blushing. You and Colson have never discussed anything sexual with each other before.

“That’s bananas, dawg!” he exclaims, slapping the bed.

The room grows quiet, the silence feeling awkward for the first time in your whole friendship.

“Aye, uh you trust me right?” Colson breaks the silence

“Yeah, of course, with my life!” you exclaim.”Why?”

“Trust me enough to uhmm...show you what I can do?”

“Are--are you saying you wanna — “

“I wanna make you cum,” he blurts out, cutting you off. “If- if you’ll let me that is.”

“I...Uhmm..I..”, you stumble while thinking it over.

“Sorry… uhhh let’s just forget this whole conversation, okay?” he says ashamed, thinking he made you uncomfortable.

“Why not,” you blurt out nonchalantly.

“Wait!, why not, like… like you … you wanna —”

You silently shake your head yes biting your lip.

“Oh shit! For real?” He says in surprise, getting up off the bed. “Uhh, c’mere,” he calls you over to the edge of the bed.

You do as you're told crawling over to the edge, sitting with your legs dangling off the bed. “You know, you don’t gotta go easy with me,” you smirk waiting for him to make his next move.

“Good, I wasn’t planning on it,” he says, immediately flipping you over and yanking your panties off from under your dress.

“Ugh you boys are all the same,” you groan looking back at him assuming he’s just gonna start fucking you from behind. “Haven’t any of you even heard of foreplay?”

“Don’t tell me no one’s ever eaten your pussy from the back before?” he questions, kneeling down behind you. 

With both hands he grabs your ass making it jiggle for him before delving his tongue between your folds, his tongue exploring every crevice. You gasp at the sensation and feel his muffled laugh buzz against your core, intensifying your pleasure. Gripping your ass tighter, he alternates between plunging a firm, pointed tongue in and out of your wet slit and assaulting your clit with a series of rapid fire kitten licks. Your legs weaken with each lash of his tongue, your body slowly collapsing against the bed.

“Keep that ass up, girl,” he pauses briefly to say. You try with all your might but it’s no use; Colson has reduced your legs to a pile of jello. Roughly he tosses you onto your back, spreads your thighs open and gets back to work. Keeping his tongue focused on your clit, he slides two fingers deep inside of you, his lengthy digits perfectly pressing against your G spot. “I can feel this pussy tightening around my fingers, I know you're close, right?” He pauses to ask cockily.

All you can manage is to nod, ‘yes’, your bottom lip clenched tightly between your teeth as you look down locking eyes with colson; the fiery passion in them is a stark contrast to their ice blue hue.

Colson quickens the pace of his fingers, the sloshing of your wetness audible as he brings you closer to the edge. Then resting his free hand on your mound he gently pulls back the hood of your clit with his thumb exposing the most sensitive part sending your body into convulsions when he rapidly flicks his tongue against it.

“Colson, FUCK!!! ” you scream out in pleasure as the most intense orgasm of your life rips through you. “Oh my god... oh my god,” you chant in pleasure and shock as you realize you’re actually squirting. Colson doesn’t miss a beat continuing to work you through your high, relishing in the mess you're making all over his face and fingers. When you finally stop twitching he removes his fingers and sits up with a smug look. He pulls off his shirt, wipes his glistening face with it, then tosses it on the floor and hurriedly starts undoing his belt.

“You didn’t think I was just gonna stop at one, did you?” He says cockily pulling himself from his boxers. “Awhh, fuck yeah, sooo wet and tight,” he groans as he pushes in, then bringing his hand between your two bodies, and begins to rub your clit as he thrusts.

“Mhmmmhhmm,” you moan, the bundle of nerves still sensitive from your prior orgasm.

“Told ya I could make you feel good,” he teases, his breath ghosting over that one reactive spot on your neck just behind your ear, causing you to let out a little squeak. “You like that?” He laughs, nipping at the same spot while his hips roll in like the tide, crashing repeatedly against the shore of your pelvis. He nips and kisses along your jawline making his way to your mouth, harshly tugging your bottom lip with a groan. Your tongue reaches out, searching for him as he pulls back.

“Fucking tease,” you whimper.

“That desperate to taste yourself on me?” He chaffs.

To be honest you’re desperate for everything he’s giving you right now; you’re body has never felt such pleasure. So when he offers his mouth back to you, you happily welcome the tart taste of yourself still present on his ravenous tongue. Your mouths move in a hungry rhythm, following suit with your hips. Your breaths and moans echo each others, increasing in speed and volume as climax nears. He can tell you’re so so close and he knows just how to get you there. He  grabs your legs pulling you flush against him and throws your legs over his shoulder, keeping your thighs pinned to his chest with both arms as continues to pound you.

“Mhmmm… Yeah, Yeah, Fuck me! Fuck me!”  you whine needily clawing at the sheets as you enjoy his cock from a whole new angle, slamming into your g-spot at the perfect tempo. It’s just a few more thrusts until he has you completely undone, cumming for the second time today.

“Jesus Christ, Colson” you moan breathily as you ride it out.

‘Ughggg,” he grunts loudly, quickly pulling  out, your legs falling to hips as he finishes on your stomach. 

“Can’t believe you were out here talkin’ ‘bout men don’t know where the clit is and no man ever made you cum,” he says mockingly after he catches his breath. “Nah, girl, you just been fucking with some losers. Gotta get you a real man like me.” 

“Well looks like I got myself one now,” you smirk. “ because we will definitely be doing that again!”

“Awhhh shiiiit,” he says loudly, his hand covering his smile. “ Got you addicted to this dick already, huh?” He teases.

“Shut up,Colson-,” you laugh, chucking a pillow at him “- and go get me something to clean off my stomach.”

[shesawriter39049]

|AFTER HOURS| M|

Pairing: Namjoon X OC 

About-  Your husband and business partner finds you up way past acceptable work hours for the 3rd night in a row! So, daddy has to step in and remind you that’s not something we do in this household. You come before work, in every sense of the phrase!

OR- Namjoon and yourself run a successful Adult Film Entertainment Company called “Onyx” with your 5 best friends from college who you also happen to be in a open relationship with! Your in desperate need of a 2nd videographer/editor! So here you are, up at 1 AM scrolling through resumes because your that boss that hates to overwork her employess so she overworks herself!

Warnings:Daddy kink, Dom Namjoon, switch OC (More of a sassy/bratty sub)Top OC, Oral (F recieving) Light ass play, (Rimming), Dirty talk, Breath play, Spanking(Pain kink),Hair pulling, unprotected sex, light cum play, VERY LIGHT degration (He calls her a “little bitch” once but it’s playful still noting in case it offends ppl)The end hints at a threesum…...with a certain redhead 

Tae is their sassy exec.assistant and makes a cheeky little appearance at the end.

Jonnie baby is tatted...LORDT

There a fun freaky little couple...

WC:6k

NOTE- This is kinda old and  was set to be part 1 of an OT7 AU called “7 DEEP” 

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  “Really?” Goddamn, leave it to Namjoon to make one word sound just as sexy as it was intimidating! 

You heard the footsteps fuck you did, you just opted to ignore them and hope maybe he’d just, I don’t know leave? Maybe he was just doing a wellness check? But, if that’s the case, as your tired, unfocused, half-lidded gaze caught the bottom right of your laptop screen, which was glaring back at you something vicious! You realize that you’ve royally fucked up, and its a cute little 2 am right now! So no, he’s not going any damn were, anytime soon….

“Baby” The word left his lips just as much disappointment as it did allure which is a hell of a combination I know, I know, but in all honesty, it fits the mood. You caught his visual briefly through the mirror mounted against the wall and fuck, your man is fine as all hell! Frame resting casually against the entryway, arms folded firm across the smooth chiseled planes of his caramelized tattooed chest. Oversized cat-eye glasses perched on top of that cute little button nose of his, A pair of loosely fitted sweats sitting low against his v-lines, the thin grey fabric left nothing to the imagination as he’d clearly opted against boxers tonight. Shoulders and arms flexing effortlessly due to his current position which screams nothing but “Your ass is in trouble”. Which I mean, your kinda here for...kinda not….

Only offering a low hum in response as you continued scrolling through mounds resumes and video reels that were currently clogging up the admin email that was typically reserved for Taehyung. And that’s when you hear his feet shuffle closer, and closer until there’s a heavy yet comforting weight pressing against your back. The temperature around you shifting, as he leans down, arms braced on the table on either side of your frame. His long, beautiful, veiny fingers pattering idly against the glass, showcasing an array of rings, one of them being his Cartier wedding band as his lips nuzzling into your neck. Nosing up and down your skin slowly, almost teasingly, just breathing you in until your shifting back against him, a strong chill running down your spine. 

“We talked about this…” Voice low, seductive, yet stern and still clearly a little disappointed...nipping at your neck, not hard enough to leave a mark but just enough to make a point. Forcing yourself not to lean back into his touch no matter how bad you wanted to beg for more than just him grazing his teeth along your skin! You needed him to bite, hard, and he already knows it too, how much you get off on being marked..and that’s exactly why he’s not doing it...The little shit! 

“I know but -” Namjoon reaches up to slam your laptop shut, sliding it and the stack of papers to the opposite end of your dining room table, that you’ve managed to convert to a makeshift office. 

“We talked. About this” Simply parroting the words again, just slower this time as if to say you clearly must not have heard him correctly initially.

You sigh. Deep, slow, defeated, a nod rendering, out as a half-arsed response triggering Namjoon to pull back from you only to slide your chair from beneath the table. Shifting it to face him before dropping to a squat between your thighs. Gaze unwavering as he took in your blatantly exhausted appearance, still, he couldn’t help but melt as he reached out to caress your jaw feeling the way you nestled into it instantly. Your eyes fluttered shut briefly, as he smoothed his hands down your body, slipping beneath your robe to gently massage your thighs.

“So what the fuck, are you doin?” Brow arched as if he was daring you to actually respond, yet there wasn’t a single sharp edge to his voice, it was suddenly soft, calm. As if he was genuinely asking why you were doing this to yourself because he can’t make a lick of sense of it! You’re barely able to hold your eyes ajar right now yet you were out here working....

You couldn’t really handle the intensity of his gaze right now, more so because you knew he was right, you were so fuckin exhausted right now it’s unreal! Let’s also mention that the two of you have to catch a flight to Vegas for a business meeting in a good oh I don’t know 7 hours! So, instead of acknowledging that this was really stupid, you opted to reach for the one resume he didn’t manage to move out of reach. Eyes nervously scanning the paper as a distraction while you tried to think of a rational that even you’d believe at this point! 

'Fuck, we just- I don’t know Joon, we just have so much going on right now! And you know I’ll never complain about us having too much work I mean, I'm grateful every damn day that we’re not where we were!”

You intentionally paused, letting “that” have its own moment because it's something to always be acknowledged! The two of you went from living in a 900sq ft apartment with 5 other people to effortlessly clearing 8 figures as of this last tax year. Humbled and grateful to be busy isn’t even the beginning of how you feel! 

“But I just look at everybody...Yoongi’s responding to emails at fucking 3 AM! Jimin playing around docusign at the ass crack of dawn every damn day sending out contracts! Taehyung up scouting locations at 6 AM on a Sunday which is supposed to be his only day off I just- Everybodys in over their head so I thought I’d just- “ Namjoon reached up and grabbed your chin, snatching the paper out of your hand and forcing you to look him dead in the eyes. 

“So thought you'd overwork my wife instead?” 

You just shrug and nod again, tossing your hands in the air, it’s clear you have an attitude but it’s also clear it’s with yourself! You keep piling more and more on your plate instead of delegating it out to other people to handle! It’s a trust thing, and Namjoon know’s that,  it started out with just the two of you, then for years it was seven , seven deep. It’s hard for you to let new people into something you and your husband built from nothing! However, Taehyung just got a part-time assistant of his own so he can go back to strictly being your right hand, and realistically, he’s salary! Your little Gucci boy probably doesn’t mind drinking his Starbucks and driving his BMW around LA looking for houses to film in! You could have spread the workload out a little you just fuck, I don’t know, you’re always that person to put people first to a fault I guess! Point being, Tae could easily handle this, tomorrow, during normal business hours, you could have and should have been in bed with your husband! 

Namjoon can sense how uneasy you feel right now, almost like your a child being scolded and that’s not at all what he’s aiming for; he's just genuinely concerned. So he opts to ease the atmosphere just a little to remind you, that the two of you are always on the same playing field, he’s only reacting like this because he cares! Flicking the bottom of your chin before leaning in, pressing a firm, yet passionate kiss to your lips as if he’s trying to drive the point home, slipping his tongue past the seam almost instantly. Not even attempting to keep this somewhat chaste, needing you to feel every inch of infinite love and fire he has burning through his veins when it comes to you! Kissing you with enough force to knock the wind out of your chest, moaning contently as you give your husband free rein to explore your mouth. Turning the kiss slightly more delicate as he lets his hands slide even deeper under the robe to continue roaming your body. The slide of his tongue becoming softer, slower….as the pads of his fingers trickled up your spine.

Sucking your bottom lip between his teeth as he pulls back “Were all busy baby, I get it, I hate seeing them like this too, you know I love them just as much as you do! And that’s exactly why we put out those ads, but that does not mean you get to take on everyone else’s shit! Don’t make me put in a complaint to HR about unfair treatment within the workplace!”Murmurs against your lips, as you stare down at his, barely paying attention to a damn thing he said! 

“Joon I am HR…” You mumble low and unamused, eyes rolling to the back of your head in annoyance and he could give less than a damn. Leaning in with a smirk playing on his lips, leaving another lingering kiss against your own. Kissing you with enough fire to have every hair along your body standing on end! Until your practically chasing after him in a pout the minute he pulls away from you. 

“Mmm, and my point still stands….” Namjoon's hands tighten around your hips, scooting you forward so your legs are wrapped around his waist. Your arms instantly lace around his neck, trailing your fingers upward, so they can get lost in his freshly dyed locks.

“Stop, overworking my baby! You know I don’t like  it…” His delivery was just as much playful, as it was stern! 

“Fuck, whatever okay, sorry!” You really weren’t at least not right now, there wasn’t a lick of conviction in that as you reached up to bring his lips back down to yours. Sliding in tongue first, capturing his lips in another opened mouth kiss, the rhythm quickly starts getting messy more so on your end because you’re getting needy! Namjoon tastes intoxicating and you’re blissed out of your mind, even after all these years, this man can still manage to have your toes curling with just a simple kiss! , Arching forward giving him easier access to grab you ass and he takes the hint, the faint sting of blunt nails digging into the swell of your ass has you whimpering out low and filthy against his tongue.

The kiss breaks much to your dismay but before you can even protest Namjoons tongue is lapping down the side of his neck, mapping out all the places he’s learned over the years. Nipping down on your flushed skin ever so often this time he’s biting with a purpose though, giving it to you just the way you like it. 

“Y/n were done with work now right??” He can hear you panting out low and wanton into his ear once he attaches himself to the crook of your neck, sucking maliciously, an almost animalistic growl leaving his lips in the process. There’s a hint of frustration mixed in with arousal dripping off his tongue right now, your too caught up to notice! 

“Namjoon '' You breathe out his name with nothing but lust pouring off your tongue, not an ounce of shame insight in regards to how needy you sound right now. The sound goes straight to Namjoon’s dick which is beaming at you like a spotlight through the thin fabric of his sweats. Tilting your head back, and anchoring one of your hands into your husband’s hair keeping him in place, overwhelmed with pleasure as you go completely pliant under his menstruations. Regardless, this man's self control was somethin’ serious,and he wasn’t giving in just yet...you still had one more cross to bear baby girl! 

“Fuck. Please” Tugging on his scalp like the brat you tend to be, as if to emphasize your point, making Namjoon pull away licking up your jaw in the process. The drag was slow, messy, waving his tongue against your skin the same way he would your pussy and you felt yourself start to involuntarily clench harder and harder by the second. 

“Hmm? What was that baby?” Tugging the shell of your ear between his teeth hard enough to make you whimper into his hair “Now you wanna come to bed?” You can feel him smirking against your skin and you just really don’t like your husband at all right now just so we’re clear.

All you do is whine in response, yanking his hair even harder until you feel a firm hand land on your ass making you yelp out of your seat. 

Nam-fuck!” Hissed through clenched teeth, thighs tensing around his waist. 

“So again…” Tone as coy and casual as can be as he winds his hand back only to land smack dab on the curve of your ass again, right in the same spot, you wouldn’t be surprised if his palm left an indentation behind! 

Namjoon’s hand was literally pulsing against your skin the impact was so damn strong, all the metal dancing along his fingers didn’t help either! You swear the ripple echoed throughout your entire apartment, and the scream that left your throat was without a doubt noise complaint worthy! Fuck your gonna need to send them an edible arrangement or somehing, they already hate the two of you as it is… 

Your panting and whining opened mouth right into his ear, and it’s getting you nowhere but horny and frustrated! Nails, digging little crescents into his shoulders as you try and almost reroute so of the pain that’s buzzing through your veins. But it’s good, it’s soo good, the slickness coating your inner thighs gave that away! Namjoon can smell how much you’re enjoying this, his little pain slut as he often likes to call you! 

 “You wanna stay out here all damn night. Work yourself into the ground. Leave me in bed alone, and now all of a sudden you think you get to boss daddy around? Hmm? Just because your pussys nice and wet and your feelin needy ...now you want to go to bed?” Namjoons tone is blatantly taunting and a little harsh yet the slight growl laced with it all has your head spinning far too fast to even be mad.

‘Oh my god, Namjoon just fuck me already! Shit!” 

“Why the fuck should I do that? Could’ve had me hours ago baby, all I wanted to do tonight was fuck you, that’s all I wanted all damn day.” Slipping his hand between your thighs pinching your clit between his fingers, slowly rubbing the pads of his together on either side, stimulating your clit head-on until your groaning into the side of his neck.”Do you even, know, how hard it was for me not to just bend you over the conference room table today!?” 

“Joon” You try again and he doesn’t budge, he actually let’s go of your clit all together and just teasingly trailing his fingers along your entrance never entering just driving you fucking insane! Looking as fine and unbothered as ever, as his lips ghost up the curve of your jaw. 

“Hmm, let’s try this shit again.Why-” Bringing that same hand up to grip your jaw with enough pressure to indicate he wasn’t fucking around anymore. “Should I give you what you want when you continuously keep disobeying my only request? Hmm???” You can feel your own slickness against your skin, yet all you can focus on is the blatant aganer, and hurt running through your husbands veins. Even beneath all this bravado..he’s clearly really hurt about this, so play times over!

“Fuck, okay!” There was slight elevation to your voice, tetoring on yelling actually. The arch in Namjoons brow said you had about two seconds to fix that , but you already planned on it! Taking a deep slow breath, letting your eyes flutter shut to just...recenter yourself for a moment! 

“Baby, I’m sorry. I’m. Sorry. ” There it was, not that bratty whiney shit you did earlier to get what you wanted, a genuine “I’m sorry” . Soothing your nails through his scalp, it’s almost instantaneous the way his demeanor shifts once those words fall off your tongue in a more..sincere fashion.  

A low hum rang in the back of his throat at the admission, nosing at your cheek “Sorry for what exactly? Because I don’t want it if you doing this just to appease me baby. That won’t do shit for me. ”  Namjoon’s tone is a lot softer now, all of the prior theatrics and pettiness is gone as he awaits your response.

“No, Joonie baby, no!” Pressing a soft but firm kiss to those sinfully plump lips of his that you still can’t get enough of no matter how many years go by…”No”

“ As your partner, I gotta look out for me just as much as I look out for you and I clearly haven’t been! I know better! And I should be taking advantage of the fact that we’re lucky enough to now be in a position where I can hire an array of people if need be. It’s just- you know I’m a control freak, this business isn’t just a business it’s our baby!”

You watch his mouth open in protest and you just simply continue speaking “But regardless, I know it’s not more important than me, or my health I know…” You instantly feel the tension within his body dissipate at that, thumbs kneading at your hips.

“ I’m sorry, I love you and I’m sorry I’m not trying to stress daddy out!'' There's a slight playfulness to your delivery trying to lighten the mood a little though you know how serious this topic is for him! You find yourself wiggling in his hold trying to somehow get even closer than you already were. 

So here’s the thing, back when you were in college just starting out, the two of you had a lot on your plate! Between school juggling multiple jobs, internships, and just trying to figure out how to even start a company of this caliber….The level of exhaustion he often saw you at was utterly heartbreaking. The number of times you passed out due to lack of sleep is unmentionable… so seeing you like this...was fucking unacceptable in Namjoon’s eyes! 

You notice those big brown orbs of his get a little glassy so you grip the back of his neck even tighter dropping your forehead to his. Feeling like complete and utter trash right now! 

 “This business is not more important than my wife, my partner, my best friend...it’s not! However, you are more important than, all of it, this fuckin overpriced apartment, all the shiny little toys we’ve been able to buy, and this entire company in general! I love you, but I need you to look me in the eyes and fucking promise me that you’ll stop this! Please…” 

You can hear a slight trimmer laced within that deep honey-coated tenor of his and the sudden vibrato’s foreign, and you’re not a fan! It took everything in you not to cry at the blatant plea rolling off his tongue, well aware this man does not beg! So instead you just leaned in and kissed him, hard, slow, just letting everything you couldn’t really articulate pour from your lips to his and hope he got the message. 

“I promise, I love you…I promise!”

“And you know I fuckin love you…”  You do, fuck you do, even if this marriege was high key an accidnet..it’s without a doubt one of the best things that’s ever happened to you!

“I know”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah”

Ducking down, kissing you reckless and with fevour, messy, wet, teeth clacking together. Slowly transitioning the mood from deep and touching to just...raw and nasty which is kinda what you’d prefer at the moment!

 “I wasn’t lyin when I said I’ve wanted to fuck you all damn day though…”

“Please” you whisper out as he pulls back to lick down your neck, pressing your chest together to give him better access. Sucking his mark in a spot right beneath your jaw, well aware you’ll need an ass-ton of conclear within the next couple of hours, but right now you could care less!  

“Please what baby? Tell daddy, what you want?” Namjoon presses, biting his lip and sliding his hand back between your legs groaning out at how completely drenched you are right now. 

“Fuck me!” You pant out low and whiney

“You want it here baby? You want daddy to bend you over the table?” The familiar hunger that was back in his eyes was so fucking sexy and  it had you rutting against him for any ounce of stimulation! 

“No.Bedroom” Namjoon moans in agreement, securing your thighs around his waist and scoping you out of the chair, heading towards the opulent master suite the two of you shared.

Once inside he throws you down on the bed, hard and almost animalistic, making you bounce a little against the firm California king. Namjoon follows immediately, crawling over to cover your body with his own, his broad form completely engulfing your frame. Ripping your robe apart, and letting your tongues meet once more. Hot slick, and eager as you pant out hot and heavy against one another. Soothing is palm down your stomach, cupping your entire heat in his palm. Moaning out that it feels just fuckin like that. Wet and warm, so damn warm...ducking his head down to lick your nipple into his mouth, sucking slow but hard at the same time, nipping and grazing the bud between his teeth.

“Fuck” You moan back arching off the bed and into your husband’s mouth, as he licks trails across your sternum and over to your other nipple. While also stroking his entire palm against your pussy, Namjoon’s always loved how responsive you are to him even after all these years. Just letting his tongue lave over the buds over and over, alternating between, licking, sucking, and biting so your body never gets used to the stimulation. 

“You fuckin, love this shit don’t, you? Bet I could get you to come just like this...wouldn’t be the first time, would it?” You can feel his lips curling into a smirk around your nipples the harder he sucks, bringing his other hand into the mix, the one that’s nice and slick with your arousal. Using it to twist and turn your nipple between his nimble fingers until he can’t tell if your arching into the pain or away from it. He can feel you grinding against his thigh, more importantly, he can feel your clit sticking to his thigh your so damn wet, soaking straight through his sweatpants. Moaning out loud and unfiltered, eyes shut as you rock your hips against him, your hands getting lost in your hair the harder you rock against the bed.

“Fuck, look at you baby, rubbing your sweet little cunt against my thigh..” A low almost arrogant chuckle rumbling in his throat, vibrating against your skin making you moan even louder. “Fuck, here I was thinking you wanted to come on my dick...” 

“Fuck- I do, I wanna come all over you, want your mouth too though…” Reaching out to play in his hair, almost pushing his face down even harder, though you swear you can feel his lips curl into a wicked little smile at that moment. 

“Yeah? You want daddy's tongue all over your pussy…” He didn’t even bother phrasing it as a question, especially once he meticulously started rolling his tongue along your nipples, in a oh too familiar motion that had you turning into a whiny brat within seconds! 

“Namjoon!” He doesn’t even respond, just pulling off and flipping you right on to your stomach, hard and fast, making you damn near choke on your own spit. Face pressed into your fresh linen sheets.. You start to slightly arch your back on insctint. You feel him shift off the bed, peeping over your shoulder to see his sliding off his sweats, stashing his glasses in his side pocket. Namjoons length is just standing straight up, damn near laying flat against his stomach and you straight up moan, mouth-watering at the sight alone. A pleased hum leaves those plump lips of his as he shuffles back onto the bed. Kissing and licking his way up the back of your thighs until he reaches your ass, straddling your hips. 

Palm rubbing at the swell of your ass before smacking it, lightly at first, and your hip twitches you actually have the nerve to giggle. “That all daddy’s go-fuck” Another. Scream. Literally. Scream as he reels back even harder than he did earlier, just keeping his hand intact too, wanting you to feel the trob, the ache, radiating off his palm to your ass. 

“Hmm what was that baby?” Leaning down to spread your cheeks apart, just blowing a trail, against your pussy, watching the way your hole clenches from that alone. “Always so fuckin wet and ready for me…” 

He groans and you, arch your back, even more, moaning out slightly at the contrast hitting your skin. Bracing both hands on your ass and he can hear your breathing shutter in your chest, already anticipating the first drag of his tongue. Dipping one thumb over you rim, just circling it gently, feeling you jerk at the sensation, no matter how light, fuck your still so damn sensitive. That will never stop amazing him, it’s been almost 8 years. Yet you still react like it’s the first time he’s ever touched you like he’s still helping you explore new places along your own body! Namjoon leans forward, nipping, licking, and sucking, open mouth kisses, against the backs of your thighs, before leaning down to kiss your clit. Tongue and all, sucking it straight into his mouth, moaning out deep and strong around the bud. Inhaling slowly as if he's breathing you in and your knees already start to buckle,  nails clenching around the sheets. 

A broken moan of his name being muffled into the fabric, as he rolls his tongue in deep, languid strokes up and down your folds, licking from front to back. Your wetness is already painted all over his face and he wouldn’t have it any other way, as he continuously, maliciously sucks down on your clit, gently grazing the skin between his teeth just enough to make you squirm. Bringing his tongue to lather over your rim and he feels how hard you start shaking, sliding in two fingers into your heat, knuckles deep at the exact moment he slips his tongue past your rim. The vision that is you, open, needy, and whiney, on all fours...is driving your husband absolutely insane! How quickly you’re falling apart, knees spreading even wider to give him all the access he needs to do with you as he pleases. 

“Yeah..” You sign, blissed out of you goddamn mind ‘Fuck”

Your voice drips in the whiniest tinge of need imaginable like you’ve been aching for this, and the sounds richotect straight off your tongue and into Namjon’s lap! Your chest drops forward, letting Namjoon essentially all support your weight, as his tongue dives in even deeper, while continuously fucking you open with his fingers, he’s already added a third one. Mind completely spinning at how hard your clenching around all three of his fingers, cock throbbing at how good you’ll feel around him soon enough. You feel him pull back to spit right along your rim, watching it drizzle down toward your clit, he picks the trail up with his tongue and leads it where he wants it to go. Namjoon moans out, low, and content as he really starts to eat you out your tongue and fingers working your pussy open until your voice hitches in your throat and shatters. Ripping, a long drawn out whimper to leave your throat.

“That feel good?” He murmurs low and taunting, and you can’t help but roll your eyes, as if he can’t physically tell he feels good.

“I’ve had better”

He bites your cheek playful, a snort leaving his lips “Fuckin same..” slurs out against the swell of your ass and you can’t help but cackle.

“Fuck, I bet you have now, stop talking and get your fucking tongue back in ME!!” Bossy as ever, damn near pushing his head down and he reaches up, biting the side of your hand forcing you to stop. 

“How about my cock instead?” Leaning back to smack his length aginst your ass a couple times, letting you feel how hard and ready he is. 

“Yeah! God yeah, fuck yeah! Gimme! In me now! Fuck me!!” All your prior teasing is gone, just the mention of his cock has you needy and clenching painfully hard around his fingers, while also simultaneously rutting back against them as if you don’t want him to pull out. Pulling his fingers out slowly. Curling them upwards, purposely coating his fingers in your arousal to use to lather his cock which is so hard right now it’s almost painful. 

“Daddy” Wiggling your offensively empty ass in his face, making him chuckle, and smack it lightly. before gripping your thigh and flipping you onto your back with such ease it was almost offensive. 

“Nam-”

“Fuck off” Leaning down and stealing your breath and sarcasm away with a deep kiss “I wanna see my baby..” Lining himself up to your entrance, you exhale softly against his mouth as the blunt head of his cock breaches your entrance. Hiking your leg around Namjoon’s waist to make him slide in even deeper.

“Yeah, fuck” 

“I hope you don’t think…” Shifting forward wiggly his hips a little, giving you half a second to adjust to how fucking big this man is! “We’re about to make love or some shit, because I’m about to break your ass..” There’s just as much of a smile as there is a dangerous edge to your husband’s voice, that has you beaming up at him. Before you even had time to think of a response he was snapping his hips forward hard enough to have the two of you scooting up the bed a little.

Namjoon, propped your leg even higher over his shoulder, as he snapped his hips forward again, even harder this time. You moaned out, and scurried to grab onto your husband’s neck to anchor yourself as he fucked into you hard and fast, you tried to arch and fuck him back but it was hard with how intense he was pounding into you! 

“Oh my godddd” You drawled out, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

“Yup, Wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been called that, in this position.....” You could hear the smile in his voice as he continued fucking you like he was trying to split you open with his cock. Nails clawing into his back hard enough to break skin! 

You could’ve just laid there and took, it because fuck if it wasn’t good, but that’s not the mood you were in at the moment. So you dropped your leg from his shoulder and wrapped them both around his waist. Tipping your hips forward, clenching down hard around his cock as you started grinding your hips against him. Fucking him back the same way he was giving it to you. Hard and smooth.. 

“Y/n” He half growled half whined as you smiled up at him, something wicked, releasing your hold around his cock only to clench down even harder. He groans in what seemed like frustration reached down to smack pinch your clit between his fingers hard enough to make you cry out his name. Arching forward even harder. 

“Yeah, daddy like that, fuck.Me.just like that” you were breathless but the sass was clear as day, a slight chuckle leaving your throat. 

“Fuckin brat!” Reaching down with the same hand that was on your clit, wrapping it around your windpipe, adding just enough pressure to have your eyes rolling to the back off your head. The added stimulation throwing off your rhythm a little but you didn’t care, he had you…

“Yesss,yes, fuck!” His tattooed chest was flushed and covered in sweat as you continued fucking back against his cock, which was warm and continuously pulsing side of you. Filling you up and sliding completely out every single time. Your hole twitched painfully hard as the two of you worked in sync thrusting against each other in a smooth yet malicious rhythm, the sound of skin slapping you moaning, Namjoon grunting... 

Fuck an edible arrangement maybe the two of you should treat your neighbors to a spa weekend or something because they damn sure aren’t sleeping right now! 

“Ya know, if you would’ve came to bed earlier” He panted right into the side of your ear, still rolling his hips into you “I could’ve fucked you, came inside you” Leaning down to lick up the side of your jaw  “Licked all, of my come out of you, and then” Pulling back and snapping his hips up even sharper, as if to accentuate every word “Fucked.You.All.Over.-Fuck-Again” Every thrust had the wind being knocked out of your chest  “ But now..we don’t have tim-” 

Reaching up to twist his nipple between the tip of your nail, kneeing him in the stomach just enough to make his hips stutter and have him shuffling back so you can push him onto his back which he falls to willingly. That is, until you literally bounced down onto his dick, damn near gagging in the process he feels so deep in this angle. Almost tempted to feel up your sternum and see if he’s poking through. 

“You little bitch” Chokes from his throat with a stated smile the tones playful and airy, digging his nails into your ass, letting out an involuntary gasp as he rolls his hips up. Only for you to start rolling your hips back, again, and again, and again, in deep, slow, circles, switching up the pace a little from what it was before. Making sure your clit grazes against his pelvic bone every time.

“Yeah, fuck you” Your breathless, and tired, but you can’t help but smile at how completly fucked out he looks right now, eyes barley ajar, jaw tight, he looks so damn good! 

“Yeah, yeah, fuck daddy baby..fuck me..” It’s clear he’s only egging you on but fuck if it’s not working,he sounds down right sinful as you ride him. His moans are deep, loud, almost needy, at every roll your hips make, and it’s intoxicating! Reaching up and grabbing you down by your neck , licking his way back into our mouth, his grip is strong enough to without a doubt leave a bruise. Both of you moaning out pleased and needy as you start slamming your hips down meeting his upwards thrust. Instantly matching the pace he’d set. Namjoon pulls back, and slips three fingers into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat to make you gag a little. Exchanging the grip he held on your neck for the back of your hair, as he brings his other hand down between your bodies to play with your clit, before licking his way back into your mouth.Feeling the way your thighs start to shake as you cry out against his tongue barely able to kiss him back at this point . 

“Your fuckin close baby, your pussy’s just screamig around me..” He’s breathless, not even trying to hide it anymore, voice horse and dripping with arousal. “Goddamnn I love you…” You clench so damn hard around him at that..I actually don't think anything turns you on more than hearing your husband say that. Especially sounding all fucked out and needy.

“Love you too baby..so fuckin much… “

“Good”  He chuckled low and dark agaisnt your lips “Now come, all over my cock like a good girl”  Fucking into you faster and harder, hand still rubbing blunt circles around your clit, tightening the grip he holds on your hair until your roots burn  “Y/n , baby, my baby, come for me, come for daddy...” 

It only took a few more thrusts before your orgasm ripped through you and you were crying out your husband's name, body spasming on top of him. Yet you still didn't stop rutting against him until he came in. You couldn't, you needed to feel it, body running away from him just as much as it was running towards him! You can feel how hard your clenching and its involnaty this time,so he reaches up with both hands rolling your hips against him one more time before slamming you down onto his cock. Just holding you in place while you continue to pulse around him, body shattering to pieces.

“Namjoonnnn fuck-fuck-fuck-” He grounds you agaisnt his cock as he jerks his hips up hard and fast, eyes squezzing shut, neck arching off the pillow, as his relase washed over him. A long drawn out moan of your name slipped off his tongue as he came, hard, hips stilling making sure to fill you to the brim, until he's sure he released every last drop he had to give..His own body shuttering in ovesentivty at this point. Namjoons fingers slowly soothed up your thighs, both of you panting painfully hard, wincing at the contact as you continue pulsing around him. Eyes locked in a half lidded gaze, a smile that started on your lips and ended on his as the two of you racked over each other's forms, hot sweaty, marked up, and fucked out. 

“Namjoon” You finally say, breaking the silence, a slight moan hanging off your tongue and he smiled back at you, reaching up to grip the back of your neck.

“Y/n” Parroting your name with the same lust filled drawl that you had, making you moan…

Nam-fucking-Joon” Leaning down to place a firm kiss to his lips, humming out instanly at the contact.

“Y/n Kim….” 

“Yup, that’s me!” Smiling out tired and dazed against his lips, while you felt his hand soothe up and down the curve of your back. 

“I love you”

“And, I love you” 

The two of you laid there like that for a moment, until his cock was completely soft and he gently slid out, still keeping you flush against his chest….just sitting in comfortable silence, breathing together..until..

“ Oww!! What the fuck was that for ?!” Your poor ass...at least it’s a pinch and not a smack this time...

“I mean it. I love what we do and I know sometimes realistically it happens there are only so many hours in a day I understand that. We wouldn’t be where we are if we didin’t work our asses off! But you’ve been doing this and running on fumes all damn week! I’ve just been watching from afar and keeping my mouth shut, hoping that you would sort it out yourself but I couldn’t watch you burn yourself into the ground anymore. Y/n. I’m serious! “

You can feel the weight behind his words, the way his heart seems to be beating harder now than it was when the two of you were having sex. 

So you lean down to press a kiss on his lips that almost seems far too delicate and out of place for what just happened only moments prior.

“I know.” 

Namjoon holds your gaze for a second longer before cupping the side of your face and kissing you firm and sweet, smiling against your lips once he feels you sigh into it. Hesitantly he pulls away and heads towards the bathroom and he already hears you whine in protest. Just flagging his hand in your direction, not even bothering to turn around.

 “We literally have a 9 AM flight and an 11:30 business meeting at the Plaza! Meaning, you have to be dressed and fully ready when we hop on the plane. Your fuckin showering..now. I don’t wanna hear it. ” 

Honestly, you were far too tired to protest and the tone of his voice let you know you wouldn’t win anyway!  So I mean, fuck, at least there’s a bench in the shower! 

“Ugh, fuck, fine! Come carry me! I have to preserve my energy to walk in my Louboutins tomorrow!!!” Making grabby hands in his direction knowing damn well he can’t deny you anything. 

“You mean today!” You heard his voice echo off the tiles and hoenstly he seems far to chipper to remind you have of, which only makes you whine even louder! 

Heading back out the bathroom with a smirk on his face, shaking his head in dismay as he scoops you effortlessly into his arms. “Come here you little brat!” 

“Your brat!” You fire back, with nothing but smugness rolling off your tongue as you loop your arms around his neck, kissing his dimple.

“Fuck yeah you are, my brat, my wife, my fuckin baby” Inviting his tongue back into your mouth as he leads the two of you back into the bathroom! 

The two of you moved together lazily whilst in the shower, taking turns washing each other, slow touches and kisses. Murmuring sweet nothings mixed in with business because though you tried to leave work at work...sometimes it’s impossible! 

Not even bothering to look at the clock once you finally melted into your bed, honestly, you didn’t even wanna know. 

~~~

 Far too soon the sound of all 6 of your alarms went off, ya know, the “Okay I should get up but I don’t have to get up” All the way to the “Fuck, I’m late!” Alarm! They all went off until you found yourself practically being scraped off the floor and led into the guest room that the two of you converted into an additional closet and a place for you to get ready in peace! 

Sitting down, Starbucks in hand as you set out to beat your face, do your hair and try not to look like you stayed up until 1 am then got fucked into the mattress until you damn near cried! 

The Starbucks was curiosity of Taehyung who had keys and free reign to your apartment whenever we felt so inclined. The redhead welcomed himself into your space, waltzing over in your direction with an all-knowing smile on his face. Ducking down to leave a slow lingering, open mouthed kiss along the one mark on your shoulder you apparently forgot to cover this morning. You can feel him smirking against your skin,as he pulls back to flop down on the pink furry chair currently covered in rejected outfit choices. Trying to force yourself to ignore the sudden chill that rang through your body because you didin’t have the time or the engery for anything else. 

‘Why aren’t you wearing this? Your ass looks fuckin great in this!” Holding up a black halterneck Jumpsuit, brows furrowed in the center of his face.

“I know, but, it needs to be steamed and I don’t have the time..” A feigned pout playing on your lips as you batted your lashes at him through the mirror. Watching as he slid off the chair, with an exasperated huff, eyes rolling to the back of his head more times than you can count. Heading towards the steamer you had hanging along one of your many clothes racks.  

“Thank you, baby!!” Blowing him a kiss that he swatted away in the process! 

“Yeah, yeah! Soo I see someone was impatient and went through the resumes last night…At fuckin midnight!” Eyes glaring in your direction, you could hear the frown in his voice. “Y/n-“

“Don’t!” Eyes narrowing in his direction through the mirror “Daddy Joon already got in my ass enough about last night for all of you!” 

 “As he fuckin should! That’s what you have me for baby, so you aren’t doing that shit to yourself anymore!” You can tell he’s trying to sound authoritative but instead, he just sounds sad and equally disappointed!”

“I know, Tae, I know, I’m fuckin workin’ on it!.” Your delivery comes out a little sharper than you intended but he’s known you far too long to take it personally or even fully acknowledge it honestly! 

“Speaking of, I actually met this kid, not fully a kid he’s like 21, but anyway he just graduated from USC, for some sort of Film. I actually ran into him at Starbucks today and he’s supposed to be sending me his resume and some video reels in a little while.” 

A low hum ringing in the back of your throat, far too focused on carving out your brows to talk...but he took that as a hint to continue. 

“His name is Jungkook, he seems somewhat promising just from talking to him, so, I’ll feel it out and if it seems worth your time I’ll forward over his information! I’m also going to try and set up a couple of interviews for you and Joonie next week!” 

Offering a faint nod in response, still far too focused on your makeup to give much else, or realize the sudden fire burning in Taehyung's eyes as he watches you get ready. Silk robe hanging loosely off your frame, a pair of white lace panties peeking out...

“What time were the two of you trying to get dropped off at the airport?” The sudden shift in conversation, and the blatant octave change had your eyes meeting him through the mirror. Trying to feel out his mood…

“In the next hour or so…” Then there’s Namjoon, standing in the doorway wearing nothing but his dress pants, an unbuttoned silk shirt, and a smirk that screams nothing but trouble. 

“Come’re” The bass in Namjoon’s voice alone has chills running down your spine, a second away from shifting out of your seat until you realize he’s not talking to you. Flicking his finger in the redhead’s direction, edging him off the wall slowly. Biting his lip as he sways coyly in your husband’s direction. 

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THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE! FOR NOW, IF YOU LIKED IT.. ,SHOW THIS SOME LOVE AND I’LL CONSIDER ADDING TO IT!  I DID MAP OUT THE FIRST 3 CHAPTERS LAST YEAR WHEN I STARTED THIS BUT I DIDN’T PHYSICALLY WRITE THEM! BTW I KNOW I DIDIN’T MENTIONED ALL OF THEM, BUT ALL O BTS MINUS KOOK WORK FOR THE OC AND NAMJOON!

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[prismatica-the-strange]

A Week at Universal with Daniel Jackson (Modern AU)

Day 2

A/N: let's hit the Parks Campers! I won't be featuring Volcano Bay since I don't know it too well due to my water park anxiety!! This might also sound like a long Universal ad or trip advise so there’s also that.

Previous: Night 1

Warnings: Sex mentions(mostly alluding to the first part) (Under 18 Do Not Interact!!), Food Mention, Fluff, Possible Ride/attraction spoilers if you’ve never been to Universal

You wake up to butterfly kisses trailing from your wrist, up your collar bone and then lips lingering over yours

“Good morning, beautiful,” Daniel smiles before finally kissing you

“g’morning,”  you grin when he pulls away, “You ready for the parks?”

“In a bit,” He’ll cuddle back into your chest and you run your fingers through his hair, “had fun last night”

You hum in agreement, knowing there would be bruising from the night before’s activities, “Me too”

You kiss the top of his head and move to get out of bed

He’ll whine and try to pull you back into his arms, “No, no, no, come back”

“We’ve go a whole week for that Dr. Jackson,” You laugh, pulling one of the sheets with you to cover yourself

“But you look so exquisite in this light,” he’d try as you open one of your suitcases

You playfully toss a pair of boxers at him and he rolls his eyes before getting up to put them on

You feel his eyes wandering your skin when you let the sheet fall to the floor

“You’re staring,” You smile as you start pulling on clothes.

“I can’t help it,” He tells you, coming up behind you to rummage through the case of clothes.

Once you manage to get him into some decent clothes you both go down to the breakfast bar in the lobby, grabbing something quick to eat before heading out to the boat to City Walk

You took his hand and lead him off the boat

He’d squeeze your hand and won’t be able to help smiling at your excitement

It didn’t take long for you to get over the bridge and into Islands of Adventure (The best park in my opinion)

Assuming neither of you have been here before, you decide to go clockwise around the park

Making the first stop when you get through the Port of Entry is Seuss Landing, obviously aimed toward a younger audience, the Caro-Seuss-el is definitely worth a ride, but totally skippable

Then you get into Lost Continent, and you both think it would be fun to do Poseidon’s Fury (I fucking love the Character of Taylor!) as it is a nice easy start to the day

As an archeologist, Daniel find the attraction fun, and even though it’s an older show, the pyrotechnics and water features were cool

He takes a few pictures of you at the Mystic Fountain, one of which where you’re getting splashed

The Florida heat seems to melt away as you make your way into the snowy facade of Hogsmeade

If you’re a big Harry Potter fan and can’t wait until you’re in Diagon Alley to get your robes, then, after enjoying the beauty of Hogsmeade, you can stop into Dervish and Banges and pick some up

But if you plan on wearing them in park, I would recommend holding off, you can’t wear them on Hagrid’s Magical Creature Motorbike Adventure and you really shouldn’t pass up the chance to ride that

You also shouldn't get them wet and there are a handful of water rides you might want to ride

 Speaking of Hagrid’s Magical Creature Motorbike Adventure, you two get in line as soon as possible, and even then it’ll be at least an hour wait

But the que is well decorated the whole way onto the ride so you always have something interesting to look at

Daniel’s hands are either un yours or on your hips the whole time

You hear a voice behind you scoff ‘Honeymooners’ an you manage to catch them in time for them to roll their eyes at you

Daniel’s face heats up at the comment, but he chuckles and brings your hand up to his lips

The Coaster itself was an amazing ride, super fast and smooth

You might as well leave your things in the Hagrid’s locker and make your way to Forbidden Journey in the castle

Since you have express pass with your room key, and don’t have to wait for a locker you get on the ride

Now it’s time for shopping and butterbeer!

Daniel is either a Hufflepuff or a Ravenclaw, but since he’s a nerd that looks so nice in blue we’re gonna go with Ravenclaw

I mean look at himmm

He also really wants an Elder wand so when you stop at Olivander’s he get’s one and you get one of your choosing, both interactive of course

You do a few interactive stops and then stop at the Butterbeer cart

Butterbeer foam mustaches!!!

Butterscotch flavored kisses!!!!

And what better to go with Butterbeer than a Pumpkin Pastie from Honeydukes? Or maybe a cauldron cake? 🤔🤔

You also send a couple chocolate frogs back to the room for later

If you're looking for a more savory snack then maybe it's time to head to the next part of the park... Jurassic Park

The Watering Hole has a small selection of snack and lunch foods

Now that you're in the tropical jungles of Isla Nublar, maybe it's time to cool off with the Jurassic Park River Adventure

You and Daniel decide that if you're going on a water ride you might as well go all out, so you aim for front row seats in the raft

Well now that you're both soaking wet (😏😏) You're feeling more of a sit down meal for lunch

So you double back to lost continent for Mythos

Don't forget to make a wish in the indoor fountain, I'm pretty sure it's actually magic so make it a good one!

Normally it would be difficult to get a table as a walk up, but you luck out and get a small booth to yourselves

The cold AC is a nice break from the humidity, and for a little while you forget the constant running for your life from murderous aliens during your day job

You said something particularly funny and you couldn't help but marvel at the way his eyes crinkled with his laugh

You couldn't stop yourself from leaning over the table and kissing him

What's next?

Well, you wander back around to Jurassic park, maybe ride River Adventure again? Or perhaps it's time for the next ride?

That would be Kong!

If you're not a fan of small spaces, this que may not be your favorite. Daniel is definitely excited for this one, but will skip it if it gets to be too much.

Other wise, he'll be the one pulling you along, and he'd be buzzing with excitement,

And oh lord that Kong animatronic is beautiful!

It's been a bit and you guys have finally dried off, so time for some more water rides!

Ripsaw Falls? Get ready to get absolutely soaked. There is no escaping the water.

Well you're wet again so you might as well ride Bludo's

Maybe you should invest in a copule comic strip themed beach towels (I know I would) (but maybe that's because I really love beach towels)

The next land is Superhero Island (one of the best places in the world!)

Time to dry of with a ride on Dr Doom's fear fall!

If you can't do heights I would recommend skipping this one, but if you can hype yourself up enough to get on you should! The view is incredible.

Are you a fan of Spider-man? That ride is my absolute favourite! Hagrid's coming in a close 2nd.

With Express pass it's easy to get on a three times in a row, then you could go across the street and mr. Parker

There's only one ride left (I know I skipped flight of the hypogriff but I think that one is lackluster at best)

If you're up for a coaster with inversions and the such get right in line for the hulk

Stay tuned for date night in Night 2!

Taglist: @mysg1spacemonkey @sgcprometheus @malcolm-reeds-pineapple

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[amysubmits]

A Week

Random little things over the course a week or honestly more like four or five days...

I had my eye on a bra I wanted for quite a while. It went on sale for a true 25% off but was still a little over $50 which is more than I’ve ever spent on a bra before. But one night when finances were mentioned I finally mentioned it to @cynicaldom. “It’s kind of selfish of me to think about asking to buy an expensive bra when I don’t really need it...isn’t it?” “No. How much is it?” I told him what the regular price was and what the sale price was. He told me to buy it. 

He came home from work after an 11 hour shift for the 2nd day in a row. “Just to warn you...I’m going to work Saturday, too.” It made me a little sad, as he knew it would. I appreciated having time to accept it though. 

He got a stain on a shirt he wanted to wear for work and asked me to wash it. I pre-treated it, washed it and moved it to the dryer. Then I forgot about it until I heard him getting dressed for work the next morning. “Crap. I washed that shirt but I left it in the dryer.” “I know, I found it. The stain didn’t come out.” “Shit. I’m so sorry.” He shrugged. “it’s okay.”

After getting around for the day, I washed and dried it three times in a row before I finally managed to get the stain out. It was after 10pm when it was finally done. I showed it to him. “It’s great. Good job!”

“Come here and dance for me without looking at my face.” He said with a smirk. I did the goofy dance that I always do when he tells me to dance for him. I spun in a circle while dancing and kept nearly looking at his face as I circled by, so I had to force myself to look up or in a weird direction. He smiled each time he caught me almost looking. 

I mumbled something about being sweaty while he was getting dressed for work one morning. He came back with a fan that he turned on and pointed at me. 

I texted him to let him know that my prescription as ready at the pharmacy, as was our dogs’ if he wanted to pick them up on his way home. The dog was actually out of its med but it’s a pain med that he hadn’t been needing very often at all so I didn’t mention to CD that he was out. I thought it would be fine if he wanted to stop tomorrow instead or something. He’s been working 11 hour days and has a 45-minute commute each way so I didn’t want to burden him if he was too tired to want to stop tonight. He did stop though and I told him thanks for getting them and said something about how it was nice to have the dog’s script on hand even though he’s been doing fine without the med, he hadn’t needed it daily for a while anyway. “He’s been out?” I explained yes, just briefly, but he has really been completely okay without. “You let me know before you do that. I almost didn’t stop tonight. If I know he’s out I’ll definitely stop.” “Oh. Sorry. Okay. In the future I’ll be sure to let you know.” I committed. 

“Get naked. I’m going to fuck your brains out.” He left me exhausted and my mind silent. 

I had to venture into a store because our pick-up order left out a lot of essential items leaving me with a weird mish-mash of ingredients that I couldn’t fully use. I found flour for the first time in over a month. I was so excited I told three people about finding said flour. I got home and went to trying to make CD biscuits he likes. The first batch didn't work so I scrapped them and started over. He said the second batch was ‘perfect’ and it felt blissful. 

I asked him permission to drink less water than is typically required the day I had ran errands. He said yes. 

On two different nights we stayed up talking about our dreams for the future. His job. The babies we’ll raise together one day. All the things. 

I stood looking out the window pane in our door as he walked across the yard, walking in from work. I pulled my boob out of the top of my shirt and pressed it against the cold window and waited until he saw me to make him smile. It worked. 

I still feel like people don’t really grasp what I’m talking about when referencing 24/7 D/s sometimes. For  me, 24/7 D/s is primarily little ordinary-looking moments that involve leading and following, service, care, love and setting expectations. 

[captainkirkk]

✩ WEEKLY FIC ROUND-UP ✩

A collection of fics I’ve read (/reread) and thoroughly enjoyed in the past week-ish from all kinds of fandoms and genres.

BNHA

✩ rise up and hear the bells by redrobin1989 (Note: possibly the only time I’ll ever rec a quirkless Deku fic. Brilliant.)

‘... and in other news, this year’s Heroes Gala JP will be this upcoming Saturday night, celebrating those who made the Top 100. Explosion maintained his number one title for the third year in a row but the real surprise is Deku, everyone’s favorite, and only, Quirkless hero snagging the coveted Symbol of Peace title. It’s a controversial decision which we will be discussing in the days leading up to the event. After the break, our next guest…’

Izuku had promised All Might that he would carry on his legacy as his successor, even after his mentor’s death. It had been more difficult without a quirk but Deku had decided long ago that nothing so small would stop him from achieving his dreams. Now that he had actually made it though, he thought he’d have a better idea of what to write for his acceptance speech...

helping hands by PitViperOfDoom

Class 1-A's second day ends with a bang.

Area Man Always Has Backup Problem Just In Case by pepperfield (Note: I’ve recced this before but it just updated, so now it’s finished and has a de-aging chapter!)

Even when you're the best, being a hero can be trying at times, especially since there's a whole world of wacky quirks out there to complicate things. Like body-switching. Or spontaneous de-aging.

The course of true rivalry never did run smooth.

[Three times Bakugou and Midoriya got entangled in some manner of bullshit at work, and one time things actually went pretty okay.]

Clothes Make The Man by PotterheadAvengerDemigod

Fuck, of all the shoots his classmates had to see, it had to be that one. It couldn’t have been an older one, where he could have brushed it off as something he’d used to do in the past, or one where he didn’t look like he actually cared.

No, it had to be this fucking print.

Katsuki stands, and tries to leave the room.

/OR/ The one where Baku models for his parents' fashion company and his classmates find out.

Stage Left! (Uh, your other left) by dormantchrysalis

Having Midoriya and Todoroki starring as romantic leads in their 2nd year school play wasn't planned, that just happened.

But since the boys are in this situation anyway, why not meddle, just a little, to get the oblivious idiots to admit their feelings to each other?

Good Omens

✩ it's a new craze by attheborder (+podfic!)

CROWLEY: I try not to make a habit of gratitude, but I must give our appreciation to everyone out there who’s been listening and subscribing to The Ineffable Plan. AZIRAPHALE: Ooh, yes, we’ve become quite popular, haven’t we? CROWLEY: Yeah, just hit number eight on the advice charts … No advertising at all. AZIRAPHALE: Mm. How … miraculous. CROWLEY: … Aziraphale. You did not.

***

Crowley and Aziraphale are very possibly the people least qualified, on the entire planet, to start up an advice podcast.But what else is there to do when the world isn’t ending anytime soon, you’re technically on indefinite sabbatical from your lifelong careers, and you need a plausible excuse to spend more time with your best friend who you’re definitely not, absolutely not, maybe just a little, actually maybe overwhelmingly in love with?

Star Trek

I Will Have This by orphan_account

Just as she finished adding a small box of sweets to her items, she felt a tug on the sleeve of her robe. Turning, she had a smile prepared, and a praise on the tip of her tongue for whatever item her son had chosen. That turned into a sharp gasp when she realized that carefully ensconced in her son’s arms was not any item for sale in the shop, but a very human baby.

“Mother, I will have this.”

DC

Obedience by Sohotthateveryonedied

Something is seriously wrong with Tim—Jason just knows it. Ever since the Mad Hatter incident, Tim has been acting completely different, and the worst part is that no one believes Jason when he tells them so.

But when the truth is eventually revealed, the whole family comes to realize that the situation is far worse than anyone could have ever predicted.

Merlin

Catching Bees with Honey by CaffeinatedFlumadiddle

“So let me get this straight,” Arthur said, folding his fingers together as the man in front him awkwardly shifted. “You are under the impression if you win the favor of my servant that you will then win my favor?” He asked and the nobleman shifted again.

“Well, sire.” He said “That is the common consensus among… The chatter.”

“The chatter.” Arthur repeated and his mind flashed to all the kindness Merlin had received from other nobles. Dear God.

Or

Merlin has all of Camelot (and neighboring kingdoms) wrapped around his finger and Arthur is beginning to resign himself to the fact his servant somehow has more power than he does.

ATLA

heart of a dragon by discordiansamba

Fate turns a little differently, and Zuko ends up being raised far away from the royal palace- and with dragons. But no matter how things change, one thing remains the same- that it's his destiny to teach the Avatar firebending, and to fight against the Fire Lord. That's the easy part. The hard part? Literally everything else.

(or, local feral firebender does his best)

[unconsciouscelestial]

More than Fellows

For @adorible Sorry this took longer than I anticipated, I hope you like it

      You had been dreading this week for quite some time. Your horribly racist cousin David was getting married, and your grandparents desperately wanted you to come. He was racist in every which way, monsters, humans, just a right xenophobic asshole. But your grandparents hadn’t seen you in a while, and didn’t have time to visit outside of the wedding. You had agreed originally to go with the idea that your partner at the time would come along, but just two weeks prior you both had called the relationship quits. You sat at your desk, listening to some Type O- while searching dating profiles. You didn’t really want a real date, just someone who would come along as a friend but pretend to be a real date. Then a profile popped up that made you cackle with glee! A scary skeleton monster with sharp teeth. Oh this would really rub David the wrong way, but he wouldn’t really be able to do boo with the family there. Hopefully this skeleton dude would go along with it? You figured honesty was best policy here, all cards on the table. You reached out and messaged them.

[You: Hey. I have a proposal if you’re up for it. You seem like a cool guy, and I need a as-friends date for a (racist) cousins wedding. Really piss him off ya know? You’d have to pretend to actually be my date though, I know it’s kinda cliche but no pressure. ]

The reply was instant.

[Sans: what do i get outta this?]

Oh. Huh. You hadn’t really thought of that.

[You: I dunno... I mean obviously free food and drink? But what would you want that would make it worth your while?]

You hit send before you realized the implications that could be taken from that. Shit. You hoped that he wouldn’t notice or use that to his advantage. You worried at your bottom lip thinking of something else to offer, when the notification of a response went off.

[Sans: free food & drink is good. I wanna bring my bro too though. He can be 2nd date if ya want]

WHAT?! I mean, that be hilarious as heck, but the gossip to be had for months about you after that...screw it. It’s totally worth it.

[You: you know what? That sounds freakin hilarious and awesome to be honest. Sure. Bring your brother along. Do you guys wanna meet up sometime before the wedding to talk things over or something? It’s in five days]

[Sans: hahaha srsly? You’re killin me. Alright. There’s a band I like comin' to town, quiet little bar though. Wanna go to that?]

[You: sure, heres my number. Txt me the details. xxx-xxxx]

     The two of you texted back and forth for a while, he added his brother to a separate group chat too. His brother Papyrus came across a bit blunt and intense but it was refreshing, and kind of cool. You thought it was a bit odd that Sans called Papyrus Boss, but they shrugged it off and you put it to rest.

     You guys all met up at the bar in the middle of the week, it was good food and drink. There had been some time to discuss plans while eating, and you quite enjoyed the kickass music. Both Sans and Papyrus seemed to have a good time, which made you feel better about the whole thing. You would even say that you could do this again, they were pretty awesome guys to hang out with.

     The morning of the wedding you got ready in excitement. You were wearing a high waisted crimson pantsuit with big black buttons. You had left the jacket open to show the gorgeous black chiffon blouse you wore. It had a high neck with ruffle detail, and a soft crimson rose and faded black leaves pattern. On your feet you had thrown on ankle high flat leather boots, and you had done your makeup and hair just the way you liked. You were pacing around in your foyer, all your doubts starting to creep up on you. What if David decided to say something anyway? These guys were cool, you really didn't want to put them through that. Your thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell, and you grabbed your wallet, phone and keys and answered the door.      Both Sans and Papyrus were waiting for you at the door, and your jaw just about fell off. Papyrus was wearing a black satin suit and dress shirt, the jacket lined with crimson. He had a crimson tie and gloves as well, and his black leather belt was adorned by a gold skull buckle. Sans was wearing black slacks and dress shirt, a crimson vest, and black suspenders. His suspender clasps were little gold bottles of mustard. 

“Ya got a little somethin there...” Sans chuckled, while pointing to your chin. 

You felt your face flush, and you swatted his hand jokingly away from you. “Shuttup I do not.” “YES, WHILE THE STATE OF YOUR SHOCK AT SANS ABILITY TO 'CLEAN UP' IS QUITE AMUSING, I BELIEVE WE MUST BE OFF,” Papyrus pointed out, gesturing toward a black 2021 Chevrolet Camaro. He opened the passenger door for you to slide in the back. You opted to sit behind Sans as you figured Papyrus would need the leg room.

     You arrived at the venue, and after finding parking (Papyrus didn't trust the valet) you walked in with a skeleton on each arm. You found your grandparents and approached them, quietly introducing Sans and Papyrus. Your grandpa just huffed but shook both their hands anyway. Papyrus kissed your grandma's hand however and she almost burst into a fit of giggles, and she winked at you. You all shared a row, another couple sitting on either end. The wedding was okay; the furious look David shot you while he was waiting for his bride, filled you with a sense of justice. After the wedding at the reception you were relieved to find that you were sitting at your grandparents table. There was a moment where the ushers almost didn't let Sans and Papyrus come in, but when you made it explicitly clear that they were your dates you were all let through. Both skeletons went to pull out your chair, but you had pulled out two for them on either side of you. You all grinned sheepishly and sat down. In hindsight you were glad that you were all at an “extra” table so the fact you brought two dates was okay. Just goes to show you how David really felt about you and your accepting grandparents. Supper and speeches went by relatively quick compared to what you've witnessed in the past, and soon it was time to dance. The bride and groom had their dance, and went on to socialize with their guests. Papyrus stood, and offered his hand out to you to dance. You placed your hand in his and he led you out on to the dance floor. Papyrus was an amazing dancer and you told him as much.

“You Aren't So Bad Yourself Y/n” he said softly on the top of your head.

The song ended before you knew it, and you two were interrupted by Sans. The next song was slower, and Sans pulled you in close.

“you look stunnin' tonight y/n, just wanted ya to know,” he hummed in your ear. You were glad your face was in his shoulder, it hid your warm face well. The dance was rudely disrupted by the announcer calling out for the bouquet toss. You got the heck out of dodge and tried to avoid the clamoring group starting to gather. You stood back enough that you hoped you wouldn't get trampled. However, just as the bride tossed the bouquet, Sans playfully pushed you into the group and the flowers fell right onto your head and bounced into your arms. Sans was damn near rolling on the floor, and even Papyrus was covering his mouth attempting to cover up his chuckling. You grinned, and took the opportunity for humour. Clutching the flowers tightly you ran across the dance floor throwing individuals flowers back at the group chasing after you. The bride was laughing so hard she was crying, but David was seeing red. He grabbed the microphone from the announcer and spit furiously into it, “ENOUGH!! Y/N, GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WEDDING AND TAKE YOUR FILTHY HORRIBLE MONSTER SCUM WITH YOU!” 

Your grandparents, quite a few people from both sides and even the bride stared at David in shock. Sans’ eyelights had gone out, and Papyrus looked like he was itching for David to say more. You threw the rest of the bouquet on the floor as hard as you could, dusted yourself off, and stuck both middle fingers up at David. 

“Get wrecked you xenophobic prick” you called out, and pulled your dates out the door with you.

     Sans teleported the three of you to a nearby empty park. After the initial shock of teleportation, the three of you spent the rest of your night chatting away while stargazing and eating a box of petite fours that Sans had nabbed. You got a message from your grandparents at one point, apparently the bride threw the ring at David's face after y'all had left and you grinned. You watched the skeletons bickering for a moment and you felt happy, cozy and warm. Maybe this was going to be more than you bargained for, but you didn't mind one little bit.

[danwhobrowses]

10 Things that would’ve Improved the Game of Thrones Final Season (For Me)

So it came to my attention that recently it was the First Anniversary of the Final Episode of HBO’s ‘Game of Thrones’. I was taken back to my memory of the BinGOT thing we had at work where we all made predictions of who lived, died and ‘won’ from the last ep (I was in 2nd or 3rd place). And since my mother has started binging it during quarantine I thought in the spirit of that environment I’d discuss a little what I would’ve changed in the final season.

Spoilers for Game of Thrones Season 8 Below, if you haven’t watched it then you’re better off not reading this frankly, if you haven’t been spoiled already at least.

So for starters, the final episode is not the worst tv I’ve ever seen, it just was a sloppy final season in general that really didn’t satisfy the 2 years of hype waiting for it, it’s like with the How I Met Your Mother finale, but that annoyance being more than one episode. But without further ado here are 10 things I would’ve changed about the final season Note: Most will involve the finale. The first 2 episodes were great.

10 - Ten Episodes The Long Night was 1 episode, the LONG NIGHT. A Culmination of the army of living and dead confined into one episode. One of the main problems with the final season was that the pacing was a bit rushed, it made character progression seem unnatural and dropped long-built plot points like water through a sieve. With 10 episodes, which was not a big ask given that this was the usual number and the gravitas of it being the final season would easily allow it to be green lit. D&D immediately backed themselves into a corner by giving a limit they weren’t used to and too much content to put in.

9 - Bite of the Spider Varys’ death was an upsetting start of the penultimate episode, while I would’ve loved him to have survived start to end and potentially ended on top (because he’s never shown to be as cunning or dangerous as he is in the books) there was some sense in him dying. However, Varys was shown sending a letter before his arrest and that never came back up, the finale could’ve used this by revealing to the public Jon’s true heritage, which would’ve immediately undermined Dany’s claim and set up a better conflict. Also we never knew what the voice in the flames said to him...

8 - A More Fitting Long Night While everyone probably popped hard for Arya killing the Night King, myself included, the nature of it was rather abrupt. I don’t think anyone can buy that she sneaked past that entire army. I do feel like the Night King was just a MacGuffin for the Long Night, given that he did so little in the actual fight. This is where a multi-part Long Night would’ve been key as well, going from the Night King being immune to Dragonfire to dying a bit later was not a good pace, and we lacked any conflict with Jon like we teased twice, Arya probably wasn’t the most poetic person to kill him either but GoT seldom did poetic deaths (Joffrey, Cersei, Euron). While the Long Night had exemplary deaths like Theon, Lyanna, Jorah and Beric, the Night King fell among the ranks of Melisandre and Edd in terms of meh deaths. The Long Night should’ve been a bigger bloodbath than it was, half the Dothraki somehow survived remember, we didn’t get to see Ghost fight at all either, no giant spiders, a lot of the tension was lost with the way some fight scenes were filmed; it was too easy to read between the lines and not enough characters had any true ‘oh god this person could die’ scenes.

7 - Resolution for the Characters we didn’t See and Plots unresolved With so much funding and finality in the show, there felt like there could’ve been more stuff that could’ve been resolved; what was the Quaith’s prophecy about? What really happened with the Doom of Valyria? Why does Dragonglass and Valyrian steel kill White Walkers? What is Daario doing after Dany died? Were the Faceless Men really that okay with letting Arya wander around knowing their skillset? Nobody hired them to help in the war either. What happened to the remnants of that warlock dude who stole the baby dragons, they sent one scorpion and that’s it, what happens with the Little Birds now that they’re leaderless? Who was Azor Ahai? What were the spirals about? There are a lot of questions the show kinda just, ignored. 

6 - The Mad Queen So, Dany going from ‘I’ll stop if they surrender’ to ‘Burn them fucking all’ was abrupt for many, the majority of fans were not ready or willing to accept turning on their Kaleesi in just one episode. While I could see the conclusion coming from being jumped, losing another ‘child’ and her closest friend as well as her new boyfriend being her nephew and a legitimate threat to her legitimacy despite already pledging fealty, Dany’s descent could’ve used more time, and less naivety.  While the death of the dragon was a huge shock, the idiocy fell on Dany in thinking that Cersei would play fair and wouldn’t try to occupy Dragonstone while she abandoned it. There also fell inconsistency when the same fleet and rows of Scorpion crossbows suddenly got Stormtrooper aim during ‘The Bells’. Euron is a renowned sailor, he ruined a Dornish fleet in a previous season, he may be an annoying bastard but you have to treat his naval tactics with a bit more respect - and make Dany less stupid with Cersei doing Cersei things. A lot of people definitely needed more time in buying the idea that Dany had lost her cool and that she blamed all of Westeros to justify burning everyone unashamedly.

5 - Proper Redemption We all know who we’re talking about. Jaime, Jaime, Jaime. In the end he just proved Olenna’s point didn’t he? And his turn away from redemption was only to serve as an example point for Tyrion to use to convince Jon to kill Dany. Jaime didn’t have to live, but he didn’t have to die rushing to Cersei’s rescue, or even due to Euron stabbing him. If anything Jaime should’ve died with some Honour, to be the inverse of Ned as he was presented in Season 1.

4 - My Lady does not have to mean M’Lady This is probably the most selfish ones of my 10 but as a shipper at my very heart and soul I wanted one, at least one, ship to survive this entire turmoil and Gendry and Arya were that couple. We almost had it as well, but then for some mad reason D&D decided that Gendry, despite literally saying that “none of it will be worthwhile if you’re not with me”, stayed in Storm’s End. Arya’s character endgame was right in her venturing off not being bound by the fact that she’s a noble, but Gendry spent a lot of time not caring that he was of Kingsblood to basically being his Father’s son. He’ll rule Storm’s End, marry some woman to have kids, but he’ll still have fallen into the same pit as King Robert did. It would’ve been much more satisfying and hopeful if Gendry abandoned the titles and land he never wanted or needed to accompany someone he loves and who loves him back on an adventure into the unknown. She’s not a ‘lady’ if she’s only marrying a blacksmith and love is the death of duty.

3 - Sansa is NOT Smart (and gets what she actually deserves) Right. So I really, really didn’t like Sansa. Like, I get it, she got held hostage by the Lannisters, watched her father get beheaded, got accused of murder, learned that her brother and mother died, watched the guy who fancied her mother and kissed her kill her aunt and then got effectively sold to an abuser in an arranged marriage. But Sansa is not the smartest player in the game, it was annoying that they tried to portray her as one, she had one idea that anyone could’ve told you ‘don’t be stupid against Ramsay Bolton’. She spent all of Season 8 mainly giving side eye like a petty bitch, completely trying to undermine Dany despite the two being very very similar (remember Dany was raped, sold off in an arranged marriage and watched family members get killed too) to the point where she was conspiring for Jon to usurp her. And in reality she took her ball and left, she was so pissy that the leaders didn’t pick her to be Queen of Westeros that she literally pointed out her own brother’s infertility, claimed that the North wouldn’t bow to a monarch, then declared herself Queen.  Hide the ‘Yas Queen’ goggles for a sec, this wasn’t empowering she was throwing her own brother under the bus because she wanted to be queen, and she learned far too much from Littlefinger and Cersei’s playbook to actually be a just one. The North is allowed to be an independent nation, but Sansa’s ‘victory’ was more earned by virtue of a lot of shit happened to her than her actually demonstrating qualities to be queen.

2 - Bran Stark can’t come to the Phone right now... While we’re on the subject of Stark children not being fit rulers, Bran. What a cockamamie decision that was. I was 100% behind the destruction of the Iron Throne, but the chorus of laughter with a democratic rule was a bit of a slap in the face. Of all the choices though, Bran had to be near the bottom, it felt completely unearned that he spent literal seasons disconnecting from the world even to the point where he told Meera and Sam that Bran Stark is no longer here anymore only for Bran Stark to magically resurface when a crown is in waiting. I think it defeats the whole Three Eyed Raven thing too, the guy isn’t really one for the people, which is the problem every other ruler before him failed at. If you can’t pick a just person to lead, then why not a council instead? Just using Bran was a poor and messy decision.

1 - THE MOTHERFUCKING VALONQUAR One of the few expectations across all of Game of Thrones was the wondering over whether Cersei was gonna get what’s coming to her, the Maggy the Frog prophecy was going along quite well up until the Valonquar bit, where the younger sibling that was going to choke the life out of her was: bricks. BRICKS! Of all the long-winded prophecy foreshadowings to drop this one was the worst, Cersei (and Jaime) died in underwhelming, thoughtless fashion, the lack of fanfare on killing off one of the best and most ‘love to hate’ villains in the show only cemented the fact that the finale was not able to live up to the hype. True, most of these are small changes, but it’s worth remembering that there was some good coming out of the final season and it was the lack of those little things and attention to detail that led to the season ending on an underwhelming note.

We did however get a good ton of memes out of it, and at work a long-winded discussion on who should get the ‘winner’ 5-points (compared to the 1 correct points) since we had technically agreed that the 5 points goes to “whoever correctly guesses who sits on the Iron Throne” XD I still can’t believe I was right in Drogon melting the throne though that was one in a million

[oakh4rt]

hee hoo time to vent

I’m fine I’ve just been exhausted and kind of triggered

dgmw I’m really happy I’m living on my own and I’m having a great time but the way things are rn just remind me too much of home when shit was stressful and I just felt confined to my room all the time because the rest of the house was out of my control

we have 9 people in the house. I’m used to 4 and still barely getting used to the fact that our norm is 6 but my housemate’s family has to stay until the 1st and I super understand that because it’s sort of an emergency but it feels like no forethought was put into how we’re going to even do it logically. downstairs is almost off limits because there’s a 2 year old and I don’t feel comfortable being down there, and he’s screaming a lot during the day so it’s hard to leave my door open because it’s just too much. I forgot that my partner’s friend is coming to stay for a few nights starting tomorrow, and that was planned like a month ago and I feel like we should have at least told him ahead of time so he could decide if he wanted to come or not. our housemate was the one that planned it and not my partner because they’re mutual friends but he didn’t tell him until 2 days ago that we had 3 extra people staying in an already crowded house. there’s nowhere for him to sleep so our other 2 housemates that I’m really close to are leaving for the 2nd weekend in a row so he can sleep in their room and have at least some semblance of privacy.

I’m putting a lot of pressure on myself to try and keep the communal areas clean, but there’s only so much I can do unless everyone does their part. it’s not that I feel like I owe anyone work, because I know that I always keep my stuff clean and out of the way, but it genuinely stresses me out when so much is disorganized because that’s how I spent almost all of my life, and if my living space is cluttered and messy, my life feels the same way. I always felt like I had to keep everything clean at home but it was so much to manage and no one else seemed to be doing there part, and it just makes me feel the same exact way which is really triggering because as much as I love my mom she was kind of a hoarder.

I don’t feel like we’re all compatible housemates long term, but if the 4 of us who do mesh really well move out together, it’s going to be seen as an ultimate betrayal and like we were using him because I don’t think he understands that people can be friends but not compatible housemates. he really wants us all to buy a property together eventually but I literally just moved out for the first time and I’m still getting my footing in the adult world, but I already feel so married to this idea that if we moved out it’d be almost as stressful as a breakup. I already felt guilty about moving out of my dad’s house and I don’t need more guilt about trying to make a life for myself that actually works for me. I feel like every time I do anything for me I just end up feeling like the bad guy. even if I did move tho I’d be basically taking away my ability to go home during my lunch breaks at work which is a REALLY big help for my energy levels.

and Idk like all the other stuff was stressing me out before but I guess it was at least manageable but now we have 3 other people in the house (one of them being a screaming toddler whose toys and things are all over the already-messy downstairs area), during a pandemic, in which I’m not sure if the 2 adults are taking any amount of precaution when they leave the house, and having another person coming in tomorrow. like, all that on top of the fact that I’ve never moved out of my parents house before let alone out of state (and only been here for a month), I just started my first ever full time job, and just all the other shit going on has just been a fucking lot.

[seokjxnnie]

hi i see that you've been to a couple bts concerts! can you describe what it was like seeing them irl? and what the process was like the day of? thank you so much ^0^

hi love! thx so much for ur patience, sorry i wasn’t on all day yesterday to answer u! i’m going to walk u thru everything i can remember about each concert, so i’m putting it under a break bc it gets long!

bts love yourself in LA 2018: A  M E S S! this was my first bts concert and also my first big concert outside of my own city (vancouver) so idk if staples centre was just incredibly disorganized or if this was the normal concert experience LOL and sorry if i come off as judgy but ngl it was was a very unpleasant up to the point of the actual show bc a lot of the fans (plus their parents??!!!) were so hostile LMAO

my friend and i had GA floor tickets. a lot of ppl who had GA camped outside the venue for days straight leading up to the concert, and even tho the venue said they didn’t allow camping and wouldn’t hold the campers’ place in line, they went back on their word and did anyway (which in retrospect i don’t blame them bc i think the campers would’ve started an all out war if the venue actually followed thru on that rule). so early morning on the day of (7-8am) the venue staff numbered the campers’ hands with sharpies so that it would count as their position in line, but when everyone lined up to get their wristbands for GA, not everyone in that lineup had camped so a lot (not all) of the campers got rly aggressive and wanted to check everyone’s hands. if they found someone without a number they’d bully that person to leave the lineup and go to the end. a lot of those aggressors were like young teenagers and their parents either came to keep them company as they lined up or they were attending the concerts themselves, and some of those parents would assist their child in harassing other ppl and then played victim when the news crew came around which was w i l d to me. but i think that behaviour was eventually curbed bc a lot of other ppl in line like spoke back and stood up against their hostility. oh also! while in this lineup, several black range rovers in a row drove past us and into the venue, so we were pretty sure the boys were in those cars.

anyway, that lineup was to get into a section of venue to get official wristbands that would hold ur position in line for GA later at the concert. this took a few hours. but at the same time (a little later in the morning ~10-11am) the lineup for merch opened up elsewhere a the venue and if i remember correctly, things sold out rly quick. i luckily had other friends attending the concert, but they had seated tickets so didn’t have to line up for GA wristbands like me, so they were able to line up and get merch for us. once GA ppl got their wristbands, we were free to go and were to return to the venue 1-2 hrs before the concert start, unless u won soundcheck then you’d be let in sometime in the afternoon to see the boys. u were also able to stick around and line up for the photobooth but we were exhausted from everything so we left.

it was a pleasant experience after that. we went home and took a nap and hydrated and got ready for the concert LOL in the evening when GA ppl came back to line up for the show, our wristbands were numbered as our position in line so we ordered ourselves with the help of the staff and waited in line outside the venue for a couple hrs. we weren’t allowed to bring in anything more than a small bag. everyone around us was nice, a lot of ppl were handing out free merch that they made! then we were let in one at a time with a security check at the door, and after that we’d rush into the arena to secure a good view. i was around #~250 and still i stood like 2nd row from the extended stage. it was an amazing view when the boys were on the extended stage, bc they were a couple arms length away and we were in the splash zone when yoongi tossed his water bottle around during tear. i also remember jimin being super interactive and flirty with the fans around the extended stage too. but i will say it’s impossible to see anything when they’re on the mainstage (esp when ur short like me), so i was watching them from the screens a lot. i think joon took someone’s phone and recorded himself on with it too! again, everyone around us were super nice and caring, telling ppl not to push each other and comforting each other as we sobbed throughout. a tall girl standing in front of me asked me if i could see and would try to tilt her shoulders in a way that open up my view which was v sweet but i told her dw just enjoy urself!

ofc the boys were amazing - as amazing as u would expect and them some! they sounded so amazing live that i literally had to ask myself several times during the concert if they were lipsyncing. they were incredibly fun, great onstage energy, and very interactive! sososo much prettier in real life too.

bts speak yourself in chicago 2019: this was undeniably a greater experience all around. this was the stadium tour, so floor seats were seated and numbered, which eliminated the whole terrible camping/lining up experience and everyone just had to come a little early to seat themselves before the show. also, merch sales were offered for 3 days: the day prior to day1 of the concert, day1 before the concert, and day2 before the concert. from my knowledge they didn’t sell out either so all around it felt way more organized, which might’ve just been bc the capacity was going to be 3x greater (soldier field was ~60k and staples centre was ~20k) and they were prepared for that. there was also a photobooth but i think it was only open to certain ppl that won a ticket or smth idr :///

my friend and i didn’t get floor seats this time bc not only did they almost all sold out immediately, but we kind of wanted a view of everything unlike in LA. in LA even tho bts was right there when they were on the extended stage, we couldn’t see anything when they were on the mainstage. so this time we sat in the seated section near like the cat walk and ~10 rows up, and bc the stadium was so huuuge bts was still pretty small but at least i could see all their performances no matter which stage they were on. so, we got merch the day before which was an easy breezy and much quicker process, and got into the stadium ~1 hr before the concert. u were also only allowed to bring in a small transparent bag, but i just brought my phone, a credit card, and an ID in my pockets. also! before the concert, we saw who we thought was txt standing at the very top balcony of the stadium, which we later confirmed in a bangtan bomb/episode!

bc it was an open stadium and chicago had cooler weather around that time which was even chillier at night IT WAS SO COLD. it had been raining all day but thankfully it stopped before the concert started and the stage was cleared so the boys wouldn’t slip (and thank god bc i was so worried about that). joon even said smth along the lines of “hey guys it’s meant to be, it was raining all day until we got together 🥰” and i hmmmmmmmmmmmm :’(((((((( but during their performances i didn’t even notice the cold (even tho my hands and feet no longer felt attached to my body) bc they were so amazing and i was crying too hard!!!

i have to say even tho they had already set a pretty high bar for the energy i expected from them, they even exceeded it this time round. i think they were super excited and proud to do their first stadium tour :’) they had learned a lot of english to share with us during their introductions, between their songs, and in their goodbyes. their production was crazy as you might’ve seen in fancams: an all out set for dionysus, huge bouncy castles for anpanman, and jungkook was on a fucking zipline for euphoria LOL

it was an amazing unparalleled experience and i hope u get to experience it too some day anon! i hoped that helped and sorry it was so long and i probs told u way more than what u were looking for LMAO but lmk if u have any other questions i can answer!! ty!!!!

[prorevenge]

My former employer was stiffing me on money. While trying to get what he owed me, I kinda sorta ruined his marriage and probably his whole life.

OK, I don't know that this actually counts as "revenge", because I was honestly just trying to get money I was owed. I wasn't trying to drop a nuclear bomb on the guy's life in the process. That's what ended up happening, though. And I was told that my redditor brothers and sisters here might like this story, so here it is.

Some years back I ended up doing work for this guy I'll call Dick. It was just a side job for extra money, not my career or anything. Dick had a small business, it's boring, I won't get into any of that. Before me he had one other employee so I made two. Just two employees, that's how small a business it was.

The thing was, Dick ran his business like shit. I didn't know the specifics of his financial situation but based on where he lived, the car he drove, etc., he was doing pretty well. Maybe it was inheritance or whatever, I didn't know. But his situation clearly wasn't due to this business, which again, he ran like shit.

In fact, he ran the business like such utter shit that after about six months after I started doing work for him, the business wasn't making money anymore. So instead of regular payments like usual, the other employee and I had to start asking where our money was before it showed up. Then the payments started getting more and more behind. Eventually I was owed around $500.

Then one day the other employee tells me "I'm done. He owes me like 5 grand and I'm not going to keep working for nothing." I was like whoa shit, because I had no idea he was owed that much. The trouble with pay clearly went back farther than I knew.

So Dick ended up coming to me and said "Look, I owe the other guy money and I need to pay him. Do you mind if I get him all paid up, which means I gotta hold off on your pay for a month or two. But once he's paid off I swear I'll make it all up to you." Because I'm a fucking idiot, and because I felt bad about the first employee who was a good dude, I said fine go ahead.

So I didn't get paid at all for a while, which upped my total owed to about $1500. Then eventually I heard from the other employee and he told me Dick finally paid him everything he was owed. Great, I thought, now it's my turn.

LOL.

A few weeks after I heard the other employee was paid up (which I only ever heard from him, never from Dick) Dick told me he was closing the business. Which didn't shock me at all, surely it had been losing money for quite a while. I go "OK, so where's my money?" and I told him exactly how much he owed me. I got back "uh... well... the thing is... I can't pay you now, but...".

This went on for a YEAR. I looked into what my steps were legally but I'd have had to file something in small claims court and it's only $1500, and having to get a lawyer would probably eat up most of it. So I just kept bugging Dick about the money. I was like "Hey, pay me $25 month, I don't care." But he wouldn't even do that. He told me about how he's gotta go through all this stuff to dissolve the business and everything, and he'll pay me he as soon as he can, and overall he just avoided taking any responsibility.

At one point he said something about how people were currently suing him (big shock) and he'd get me in contact with his lawyers if I wanted so my debt could be added in or something. I said "Fine, give me their names/numbers." He never did.

Eventually I realized that nothing was ever going to come of this and I was just gonna be out the money I was owed. But while I'd been doing the work for him, I had e-mailed back and forth with his wife maybe a dozen times. To this day I've never met his wife, never even spoken with her. Just communicated through e-mail and text.

But she seemed really nice and she'd told me something like "Dick won't tell you this, but he doesn't really know what he's doing with this business and I know you've been a big help." So I just got the idea that, you know what, this next e-mail I send Dick about trying to get my money, I'm gonna include his wife on it too. So she knows how much he sucks.

I heard back from her almost right away and she was like "I'm so sorry about this, please keep me posted on what happens." Then suddenly, magically, Dick started talking about working out a payment schedule. He started sending me $100 every month and the debt got down to $1000. I figured his wife must have got on his ass about it and I laughed to myself about how whipped ol' Dick was.

But then the money stopped coming again. The excuses started coming again. One day he told me that he was just going through a hard time financially right now, which I knew was bullshit. He still had the nice car, the nice house, etc. But it's not like I had a printout of his bank records I could call him out on.

On that exact same day he told me that though, I was watching the local pro team's baseball game later that night and who did I see but Dick. In great seats no less, 2nd row right down in front, just off to the right. Every time they zoomed in on a right handed batter, you could clearly see him. And this was in September in the midst of a playoff race so those tickets were not cheap. It's no Perry Mason moment, but the thought of replying to his "I'm having financial trouble" e-mail with a picture of him in those seats and me being like "Yeah, I can see that pffft" gave me a raging justice boner.

So I was looking for a good image of him to use, but every time I paused the video his face got somewhat out of focus. It was clearly him if you watched the video but I needed a still image that was also clearly him. Then in the 7th inning a foul ball got caught about two rows behind him and they zoomed in on that area of the crowd. And there was Dick clear as day, sitting with his wife. I'm thinking aha, I got you now muthafucka.

The next morning I replied to his prior message by sending that screen capture to him. I figured even if I didn't get my money, at least I had that one sweet moment of satisfaction of busting him there.

Then almost at the last second I decided to send it to his wife too, just so she knew what was going on and how the money had stopped again. And remembering how quickly Dick's tune had changed that first time I'd included her, I even thought that maybe her being in the picture would make her light an even hotter fire under his ass this time.

So I sent it but I didn't hear anything back from either of them. Two, three days went by and nothing. Then I heard from the other employee I'd worked with. He goes "You hear about Dick?" I said no, what? "His wife kicked him out and filed for divorce." I'm like ho-ley fuck, no way. "Yeah, apparently she caught him cheating on her."

I thought "Huh, I wonder how... hmm. HMM. You know what would be crazy? What if that wasn't his wife in that picture... and I sent her that picture... and... LOL, no. No way. He was probably talking about the divorce when he mentioned having financial trouble. That would make sense. The divorce was already in the works before the picture. Yeah. There's literally no chance whatsoever that I inadvertently told his wife he was cheating on her. LOL, I mean, come on. Right?"

Nope, that was literally what had happened. The woman at the game with him? Not his wife. Apparently his wife knew the woman though, and knew that Dick had lied about where he was that night and who he was with. And a shit storm of epic proportions quickly followed.

I ended up e-mailing her not long after and being like "Um, hello there, I've been hearing some things and I can't help thinking that picture I sent might have been part of this?" And she said she'd been meaning to contact me, she thanked me, said she'd wanted out of the marriage anyway, and said she might need me as a witness. I didn't know what for, are divorces like trials?

But anyway, she paid me the $1000 he owed me, plus another $500 on top. I don't know if she thought he still owed me $1500 or if she purposely gave me extra. And I didn't have to be a witness for anything, which was good.

Also, Dick's nice car and nice house and all? His wife was the one with the money. Meaning that he no longer has it. They got divorced and he moved away and I have no idea what became of him.

Honestly, considering everything that happened, I feel kinda bad for him. But then I remember there's no reason he couldn't have just paid me. Seriously, why not just pay? He had the money. I just chalk it up to Dick having a lot of negative karma coming his way and I played a part in it catching up with him.

TL;DR: I sent my deadbeat ex-boss (and his wife) a picture of himself in great seats at a sports game to disprove his claim that he had financial problems and that's why he couldn't pay me. He was with a woman who was not his wife. His wife went APE, son.

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