#this was for the third day but here i am uploading it only now

[lifeinourcolor]

Yeehawgust - Break Away from the Herd

[subjectsix]

I don't know I'm not done talking about it. It's insane that I can't just uninstall Edge or Copilot. That websites require my phone number to sign up. That people share their contacts to find their friends on social media.

I wouldn't use an adblocker if ads were just banners on the side funding a website I enjoy using and want to support. Ads pop up invasively and fill my whole screen, I misclick and get warped away to another page just for trying to read an article or get a recipe.

Every app shouldn't be like every other app. Instagram didn't need reels and a shop. TikTok doesn't need a store. Instagram doesn't need to be connected to Facebook. I don't want my apps to do everything, I want a hub for a specific thing, and I'll go to that place accordingly.

I love discord, but so much information gets lost to it. I don't want to join to view things. I want to lurk on forums. I want to be a user who can log in and join a conversation by replying to a thread, even if that conversation was two days ago. I know discord has threads, it's not the same. I don't want to have to verify my account with a phone number. I understand safety and digital concerns, but I'm concerned about information like that with leaks everywhere, even with password managers.

I shouldn't have to pay subscriptions to use services and get locked out of old versions. My old disk copy of photoshop should work. I should want to upgrade eventually because I like photoshop and supporting the business. Adobe is a whole other can of worms here.

Streaming is so splintered across everything. Shows release so fast. Things don't get physical releases. I can't stream a movie I own digitally to friends because the share-screen blocks it, even though I own two digital copies, even though I own a physical copy.

I have an iPod, and I had to install a third party OS to easily put my music on it without having to tangle with iTunes. Spotify bricked hardware I purchased because they were unwillingly to upkeep it. They don't pay their artists. iTunes isn't even iTunes anymore and Apple struggles to upkeep it.

My TV shows me ads on the home screen. My dad lost access to eBook he purchased because they were digital and got revoked by the company distributing them. Hitman 1-3 only runs online most of the time. Flash died and is staying alive because people love it and made efforts to keep it up.

I have to click "not now" and can't click "no". I don't just get emails, they want to text me to purchase things online too. My windows start search bar searches online, not just my computer. Everything is blindly called an app now. Everything wants me to upload to the cloud. These are good tools! But why am I forced to use them! Why am I not allowed to own or control them?

No more!!!!! I love my iPod with so much storage and FLAC files. I love having all my fics on my harddrive. I love having USBs and backups. I love running scripts to gut suck stuff out of my Windows computer I don't want that spies on me. I love having forums. I love sending letters. I love neocities and webpages and webrings. I will not be scanning QR codes. Please hand me a physical menu. If I didn't need a smartphone for work I'd get a "dumb" phone so fast. I want things to have buttons. I want to use a mouse. I want replaceable batteries. I want the right to repair. I grew up online and I won't forget how it was!

[athenagc94]

Dear Daddy Long Legs - Chapter 4

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

I am now uploading this fic on AO3 for those who'd prefer to read it there. You can find it here.

TW: Mentions of Death - Jason always talks about his death

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Chapter 4

Tim thought the letters were a stupid idea.

And maybe he had a point, not that Jason asked for his opinion. It was his memorial foundation. He died for the right to set stupid parameters for his scholarships. Besides, it wasn’t like you were the only one to receive a scholarship. He picked two other students from the pool of applicants.

One wanted to be a doctor and work at the Martha and Thomas Wayne clinic in Park Row where she grew up. Another wanted to study law so they could provide pro-bono representation for people who couldn’t afford it. Three scholarships didn’t seem like nearly enough, but it was a step in the right direction. Maybe he’ll expand it to five next year. There was plenty of money in the foundation.

You were the only one he asked for letters from—not because he didn’t want to hear from the other two—he just figured you’d appreciate the parallel to your favorite novel more than they did. Irony was delicious, and it seemed more fitting for a writer.

Or at least, he thought that would be the case.

The new semester started that week, and Jason might have been excited to hear from you. Giddy was a better word, but he had a reputation to consider. He checked the PO box daily in anticipation of your first letter.

The first week passed.

Nothing.

He texted Tim. You’re sure she accepted the scholarship?

His response: Srsly? Get a life.

Rude, but whatever. Tim already confirmed you accepted—several times now. Jason even saw the finished paperwork with your signature (only because Tim wanted him off his back). Asking again wasn’t going to change his answer.

Jason shrugged off his initial disappointment. You would write to him, er, Bruce Wayne next week.

No one paid him any mind as he approached the PO box the following week. He wore street clothes, another variation of joggers and sweatshirts because it was too much effort to figure out his aesthetic as Stephanie had told him. Seriously, he had no idea what the fuck lunarcore was. Unlocking the box, a frustrated growl rumbled in his chest, earning him some startled looks from the postal workers behind the counter.

Empty.

Again.

Maybe he overestimated your appreciation for poetic irony. Or Tim had lied to him about you accepting the scholarship. He always expected Tim to get back at him for the Tower incident one day. Psychological warfare seemed more his speed.

If all of this—you, the Jason Todd Memorial foundation and scholarship—had been a cruel joke, it might be enough to break him.

He grabbed his phone to text him. Halfway through, a notification appeared at the bottom of the text box.

Tiny Tim Drake has notifications silenced.

Jason gritted his teeth and slammed the ‘notify anyway’ button before sending three more texts in quick succession—just to spite him. By the third text, he was notified that it couldn’t be delivered. Jason swore under his breath. The bastard blocked him.

He slammed the door closed, rattling the middle-aged worker who sorted mail in the corner. His fingers curled and uncurled as he breathed through the irritation welling in his chest. Irritation could quickly turn to anger and anger was… well, destructive.

At one point, anger was all he knew. It burned at the center of his chest, hot and bright. He spent so long feeding the flames, and for what? Acting on his violent urges rarely left him satisfied when the smoke cleared.

But there wasn’t always anger. Frustration, certainly. He had been frustrated with the hand he was dealt. Park Row was unkind but he managed to look past the shit and chose happiness instead. Smiling wasn’t a chore. Robin gave him magic—before it was ripped away from him.

If he chose happiness once, Jason believed he could do it again. He just wasn’t sure how.

Jason stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, other passerby parting around him like water around a boulder. These letters. They were supposed to make him happy. He needed to speak with you.

But how?

And as who?

Jason Todd was supposed to be dead—killed abroad in a terrorist attack. A tragic hero in the story Bruce fabricated to hide the truth. A ghost. Nothing more.

The nameless man you met in passing on the subway didn’t know your name, let alone where to find you.

But you knew Red Hood. He knew about the writing program, just not that it had panned out for you.

You even shared the general location of where you lived…

He shook his head to dislodge the plan slowly forming in his head. Getting involved was a bad idea. You didn’t need him meddling any more than he already had.

Jason was intelligent—certainly. One didn’t spend their life tucked between the pages of a book or working for the Batman and not learn a little common sense. He recognized all the different ways this could blow up in his face, and yet…

One last time, he promised himself as he continued toward his apartment. Once he spoke with you, he could move on with his life.

But first, he needed to change.

***

The air cooled significantly with the setting sun, enough to sting his skin as he navigated the rooftops of Park Row. For someone like Jason, who always ran a few degrees hot, it was a welcome change. His footfalls stayed surprisingly light for a man of his stature, not that anyone was around to appreciate it (nor would they have heard him coming until it was too late).

As he closed in on your complex, he counted the windows to find your apartment. His efforts were moot because, well, there you sat on your fire escape with a notebook balanced on your knees. No yellow hoodie this time.

Jason slowed his stride, assessing how best to make his presence known without startling you.

Your gaze shifted up as he reached the edge of the adjacent roof, pinpointing where he hid amid the shadows. He froze. How did you…? You squinted; another hard expression tinged with what he could only describe as morbid amusement.

“Stalking isn’t a good look for you.”

He hopped down to join her on the escape, the iron groaning under his heavy boots. “I’m just checking in to make sure you haven’t gotten into any more trouble.” Even Jason heard how lame that excuse was, especially given you hadn’t been the one to seek out trouble in the first place.

You, of course, called him on it. “Bullshit.”

“Standard protocol,” he insisted, though he sounded less certain.

“I wasn’t aware the Red Hood followed protocol. Doesn’t really seem like your style.” You tapped your pen thoughtfully on your notebook before adding, “You track down every person that you save, weeks after the incident occurred?”

“I happened to see you,” he tried again, grateful that his modulator hid the desperation in his tone, “So, I decided to see how you were doing with the…” He threw up his hands in defeat. “How are you?”

Not even the Red Hood alias saved him from his painfully awkward attempts at small talk. His fingers flexed at his side. He had a nasty habit of fidgeting under pressure, and your discerning gaze stressed him out. You already clocked him as a liar. What was stopping you from connecting the dots between this and everything else?

When you failed to respond in favor of staring at him, he asked, “Do you look at everyone like this?”

You blinked. “Like what?”

“Like the world is out to get you.”

“You saved me from getting mugged the first time we met.”

False. You were trapped with him on a subway while he rambled about books for ten minutes the first time you two crossed paths, but he caught his tongue between his teeth before he admitted it.

“I think I’m allowed to be wary of people, especially when they wear masks and track me down at my home to check in.”

A flush crept down his neck. “Noted. This is weird, isn’t it.”

“A little weird,” you agreed.

“If it counts for anything, I’m aware that I'm not very good at this,” he admitted.

Your expression softened. “Or maybe I’m being a little harsh. I’m sorry. I’m just—I’m a little overwhelmed right now.”

“Why?”

“For starters, the semester started two weeks ago?”

Jason jumped at the opportunity to talk about your classes. “Does that mean you got a scholarship?”

“That’s the other part. I did. It’s a Wayne Foundation scholarship. Real niche, I guess. It wasn’t even listed on their website when I applied. Now it is, so maybe I just missed it, but…” You sighed. “Now they expect me to write letters to Bruce Wayne every two weeks.”

“And you don’t want to?” he asked, fearing the answer.

“It’s not that,” you insisted, “I don’t mind it, I guess, but writing them seems a little old-fashioned. It would be easier to send an email instead.”

“Maybe he finds emails impersonal,” Jason muttered before he could stop himself. Emails would also require Jason to have a business email, and that was a little too corporate for his blood.

“I get it. He’s old, but I didn’t think he was that old.”

Jason flinched. People, mostly adults, called him an old soul. He used to preen under their attention, believing it was a compliment, but being called old outright—by you—didn’t feel as good.

“But there’s something romantic int the art of writing letters,” he insisted.

You shot him a dubious look—a favorite in your arsenal of guarded mistrust, it seemed. “Romantic?”

“I-I mean, not in the context of romance, but through the lens of an idealized reality. Picturesque, idyllic, pick your favorite synonym. I’ve always been partial to quixotic myself. Not enough words starting with the letter q.” More blood rushed to his face. This was going south and fast if he was talking about his favorite synonyms. He should have left well-enough alone and gotten a life as Tim suggested.

You exhaled sharply. It was almost a laugh, but not quite. “No one said he’d ever write me back. Honestly, I doubt he’ll even read my letters. Who has the time to read about what I’m learning in French?”

Jason perked up. “You’re taking French?”

“I want to read Victor Hugo in its original language.”

He curled and uncurled his fingers—excitement this time. Bruce might not care about your schooling, but he wanted to know everything. Your thoughts and opinions, which classes were your favorite, and whether you joined any extracurriculars. It allowed him to close his eyes and act like he was there too. Some might call it selfish, but he could live with that.

You sighed and uncapped your pen. “Technically, I needed to send a letter last week, but I’m not sure what to write. I want to make a good first impression, just in case he does read them. What if he decides I’m not the right fit for the scholarship and rescinds the offer?”

His heart sank. “Is that what you’re worried about?”

“I want to be witty and charming, but everything sounds wrong as soon as I get it on paper.”

If that was all you were worried about, Jason felt infinitely better. He didn’t want you to pretend for his—er, for Bruce’s sake. “I think you should write what feels good to you. The foundation picked you for a reason, so I think he’d know if you’re pretending to be something you’re not.”

You eyed him curiously. “Is it standard protocol to give unsolicited advice?”

He shrugged. “I’m a man of depth and multitudes.”

You laughed at that, and his heart swelled. It was a nice laugh.

“Are you enjoying yourself?”

Your eyes sparkled. “It’s everything I ever wanted and more.”

“I bet it is.” Jason curbed the whisper of jealousy that curled in his chest and focused on the good he was doing instead. You looked happy, and that was all that mattered. “I’m glad someone took a chance on you.”

Before you could respond, his comm beeped with an incoming message. He swore under his breath. “One second.” He popped onto the roof to put some distance between you and him before answering. “What?”

“Have you sufficiently wallowed in your failure?” Artemis asked coolly.

Her voice, while not unwelcome, left him a little disoriented. They hadn’t really spoken since he dipped a few weeks ago. It usually fell to him to keep the channels open, and he’d been a little distracted, so hearing from her without his reaching out first was a little unexpected.

“Maybe.”

She clicked her tongue. “We have a new bid from a new client. We await our fearless leader before we proceed, but only if he pulls his head out of his ass first.”

Jason ground his teeth. “When?”

“In a month, so wipe your tears and try not to be late. I am happy to step in as leader in your stead. Or we could call Nightwing to replace you. Or the one called Orphan? I hear the Gotham lot are interchangeable.”

It was hard not to take everything she said as a personal attack, but he was used to her blunt tone. It was her way of knocking some sense into him. He usually deserved to be bullied, and this time wasn’t any different. The Outlaws needed him. They weren’t always on a job, but this was the longest stretch of time he’d gone without reaching out since they decided to work together. Another job might be exactly what he needed to get over… whatever this was with you.

“Message received.” He chuckled a little. Loud and fucking clear. “Send me the details. I’ll be there. You still as the safehouse?”

“Yes.” The line went dead.

Artemis also wasn’t that big on goodbyes.

Jason sighed and hopped down to join you once more. You peered at him over the edge of your notebook. “Duty calls?”

“Uh, yeah, I have to—” He left it there. The less you knew about his work, the better. Some clients were more unsavory than others, and he didn’t know fuck all about this one. “I’m glad you’re enjoying your classes. Good luck with your first semester.”

You shot him a mock salute. “See you around, Hood.”

He hoped not. Seeing you again gave him the closure he needed, but indulging himself could easily turn into a slippery slope, one he wasn’t too keen to take. From here on out, it would be the letters, and that’s it.

[astarionancuntnin]

here's my masterlist with everything i've written! note that:

all fics are explicit and astarion x fem!reader unless specified

series and multichapter fics have their masterlist linked with all chapters and ao3 links

one-shots/requests will have their main theme mentioned in parentheses next to the title, and the full lists of content warnings are available on their linked post/ao3 page

Requests: OPEN!

Current pending requests: 5

- i am more comfortable writing astarion (spawn or ascended) and halsin, but im open to get out of my comfort zone and write other characters! - i write in third or second POV (more experienced with x reader/tav) - comfortable with most types of writing (fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort) - i am willing to go extremely dark and kinky (basically ask and if its above my limit ill tell you, but if ive already written about it, im cool with it) - send an ask and ill get started on it! (i am quite busy recently, but i promise to get around to your request sooner rather than later)

fics are posted in chronological order of creation

this list will keep getting updated as i upload more

full list below the cut!

she was a wildfire that couldn't be tamed; he was the night star admiring her ruthless dance

Undisclosed Desires (Denial of feelings, rivals to lovers) (part 1)

Masterlist

astarion and you, along with your other companions, have been traveling together for a few weeks now. he gets on your nerves at least once a day. but as much as you hate to admit it, your late night activites are plagued by him. little do you know, hes aware of the effect he has on you and intends to use that to his advantage.

Bad Blood (Mature, Angst, follow up fic to Undisclosed Desires, Astarion POV) (part 2)

Masterlist (not posted yet)

it was meant to be a nice, simple plan. get the sorceress to fall in love with him to assure his safety. what he didn't plan was to fall for her as well, and all the complications that came along with it.

A Lesson in Taming Your Dark Consort

(all fics in this series are one-shots that surround the dynamic between Ascended Astarion and his consort Malva (my oc evil tav), heavily BDSM driven)

Taming a Tempest (spanking, semi-public sex)

oh, to be the Vampire Ascendant's dark consort. to have eternity and enhanced powers right at her finger tips - only to be denied. but two could play this game, and Malva would make Astarion regret witholding anything from her.

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Dancing on the Edge of a Knife (knife play, orgasm denial)

ever since his ascension, Malva was convinced that Astarion was the only person who could understand her every twisted desire. well, almost. there are some things she still keeps to herself, he simply wouldn't understand this part of her, the one who dances on the very edge of her knife.

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Contributions to Angels of The Night Collection

Blood Sisters (MalvaxMerelind)

Die For You (Lovers to Enemies to Lovers, Ascended Astarion) Completed work!

contains some Shadowheart x fem!reader

Masterlist

the ascension changed the person Astarion was, or so you believed. you broke up and parted ways after defeating the netherbrain, thinking it was for the best, but when you see him again 6 months later at the reunion, you realize you never truly moved on. and neither did he.

Meet Me In The Woods (predator/prey)

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it's astarion's turn to keep watch for the night. everyone's off to bed and he's still gone hunting and nowhere to be seen. you refuse to be the one to fill in for him again, so you venture into the woods looking for where he was last seen.

Midnight's Embrace (weed, polyamory)

astarion x female!reader x halsin

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you can’t recall the last time you had a real, good night of sleep. your fight with the nether brain is approaching fast and your anxiety is only increasing. halsin proposes to try a special brand of herbs to alleviate your mind. turns out this herb also awoke something else in you.

Nothing But A Dream (somnophilia)

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you've agreed to take things slow with astarion, only partaking in nighttime activities when he specifically desires them, and this morning, he wants you. but he would hate to intrude on your precious beauty sleep.

Run, Little Fox (predator/prey, hate sex, mildly dubious consent)

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this brat of a rogue questioned your leadership one time too many, it is time he learns his place, and youll do it the only way he'll listen to you: with a challenge. if you win, he will be held accountable for his actions, but if he wins, he gets to use you every night. it doesn't matter anyway, you'll win... won't you?

Public Display of Affection (A!A, jealousy, semi-public/loud sex, hints of voyeurism feat. Gale)

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his consort - his beautiful, too kind for her own good - forever young lover. she was his, and his only, and he believed it was long overdue to make that statement clear among the rest of their group. after tonight, the only name spiling from her luscious lips would be his.

Death is Not an Escape (Mature, Dead By Daylight AU, heavy angst)

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it wasn't supposed to end like this, they were supposed to get out and defeat the absolute - together. but as a dark fog swallowed them whole, their fates changed drastically.

The Ways of Worship (Priest/Modern AU, Corruption)

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this faith was all you've ever known. so when you wake up a morning with the dreadful feeling that you've lost it, you do the one thing that makes sense - confess to your local priest. when he offers his guidance with the promise of making you whole again, you accept without a second thought. your first lesson begins tonight.

Remember Me (Angst, Audio adaptation)

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you can't make sense of where you are or even how you ended up in this cell - hells, you're not even sure of who you are at this point; any memories of your past are a blur. it's all the more confusing when a group of adventurers come to rescue you, and a particularly worried pale elf takes it upon himself to help you remember who you are.

Silent Night (Somnophilia, Heavy Non-Con, Breeding)

gale x tav

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gale's one dream with Tav is to have a family - something she's been teasing for too long now. something gale is done denying himself. tonight, whether she wants it or not, he'll make her the mother of his children.

sleeping next to astarion

A!A's children

your short future with astarion

A!A being possessive of his consort

[myysaints]

°˖ ⊹ ꒰ YT22 ꒱ REAL OR NO? ─ YUKI TSUNODA

... (PART TWO)

YUKI TSUNODA x f!japanese!kpop idol!reader

⌗︙・ summary — you’ve known yuki tsunoda all your life, but the world doesn’t know that. so when your relationship is accidentally called into the spotlight, fans understandably freak out – after all, who thought that these two worlds would collide?

genre — social media au, fc: sakura from le sserafim

notes — part two is here!!! the tumblr 30 or wtv image limit is so annoying, it's the whole reason why i had to split the fic over two parts 😭 the link to part one is here if you haven't read it! hope u enjoy xx

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[iaminfourthwing]

The Generals Daughter

a/n: finally the first chapter is here and the next one is almost ready for upload. I apologize in advantage, because I am still a bloody beginner in terms of writing. still, enjoy!

Chapter I

Conscription day will forever be one of the deadliest every year, right before Threshing. Ever since the first time I witnessed this from afar I hate it with all my heart. All year I have the same “privilege”, how my father would call it, to watch the candidates, that passed the entrance exam six month prior, fall to their death. And those who survive the Parapet either graduate or going to get killed – due to other cadets or dragons. One wrong move and all you will be is dead meat.

Today is possibly my last day on earth. I have to cross the Parapet myself to get into the Riders Quadrant but according to the General, I will just do fine – I am a Melgren and I have ten years of training in my bones after all. I am still not so sure about this, but I have no say in this. Not anymore.

Somewhere in between these masses of candidates must be a certain other general daughter and I really fucking hope she survives this. Even though she doesn't look like she could kill a fly, I believe wholeheartedly in her. She is strong and if someone can do this, it's her, even if she doesn't knows it yet. I tried to talk to her mother but she wouldn't budge, nothing would change her mind. Even Mira tried it more than once and if the General isn't listening to her, then she won't listen to anyone.

The orders from my father five days ago were clear – wait till the end, when everyone else is done, then I'll cross the Parapet alone. On the other side at the entrance to the quadrant will wait a third year that'll bring me to formation into the Dragon Rotunda. Commandant Panchek is informed that I'll join the Quadrant and which wing.

And with that I am waiting, and waiting, and waiting.

I have a good spot to observe these kids, trying to survive this death trail and see some of them already fall. I don't understand how some of them want to become a rider after all. So many of them volunteer to join the quadrant while others don't have a choice, like me. Malek lingers at every possible corner and no one is safe from him. Having a dragon might be “thrilling”, how many officers describe it, but till you possibly get to this point you could be dead, or worse.

These dragons are terrifying, like that beast of a dragon my father bonded all those years ago, long before I was born.

The weather isn't in anyone’s favor today – the storm took a turn at some point. Even though the sunrise was beautiful, it left a bitter aftertaste as the dark clouds covered the sky. For some of them it was their last sunrise ever.

It's been more than two hours since the first one entered the Parapet and there aren't many candidates left. I make out a figure striking over the stones like they own this place and – did they just threw another candidate down?!

My heart starts racing, my breathing becomes uneven, and I feel like I'm having a panic attack. Shit, now?!

`Take a deep breath, Arya. You`ll do this alone, no one can throw you down and no one will interrupt you.’

I just really hope I`ll never have to meet this asshole. I may look tough and have more fighting experience than others, but those people are unpredictable. And I certainly don`t have my father’s signet to see if I could win a fight against him, so I really want to avoid this guy.

A knock on the door interrupts my train of thoughts and when I turn, one of the officers from infantry stands at the door. “It's time” is the only thing he says. Shit.

Around fifteen minutes later I find myself lingering at the edge of the Parapet. No one else is around, the officer walked away the moment, I stepped foot into the tower.

Only a few centimeters separate me and the abyss. Just a few centimeters left and then I'll be out in the open while the rain thankfully eases into a slight drizzle.

`Okay Arya – you`ve got this. Take a deep breath – and step forward.’

Well … it takes me about three minutes, with stumbling and cursing the shit out of every person that crosses my mind, to reach the other side and I am nearing the entry to the famous Riders Quadrant. Just like father told me, a third year is already waiting for me, looking annoyed. But it's not like he can disobey a direct order from above. “Finally, they are about to start” he grumbles. Hello to you too, grumpy, but I know better than to aggravate him, since he has a dragon that could incinerate me before I even have the chance to hide.

We make our way through the empty corridors of the college while I try to sort my thoughts. I really survived the Parapet and now I am allowed to call myself a cadet. Still alive and can't fucking believe I am now part of this hellhole. I already imagine the way the General will stand in his office and rant about how it was predictable that I would succeed. “She is a Melgren after all and it would have been a waste of time if she didn't survived.”

Faint voices in the distance interrupt my thoughts, which get louder with every step we take but before we can even walk out into the biggest courtyard one has ever seen, the chattering grows quiet.

“Three hundred and one of you have survived the Parapet to become-“

The third year, I have yet to know his name, and I interrupt Commandant Panchek, who stands on the dais in front of the cadets.

“I apologize, Commandant, but it's three hundred and two.”

There is a heavy silence that spreads over the rotunda. I stand behind the tall rider, most of the curious glances immediately find him, only a few of them spot me behind. Great.

[spwarkles]

bad news chat. or maybe good news chat. i got impatient and have uploaded my s2e9 timebomb au to ao3. i'll probably edit it again in a few days/weeks but i was too impatient to post it so here you go.

Tags: my take on the the beggining of s2e9, Hurt/ComfortAngst, Angst with a Happy Ending, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, Making Out, Jinx Needs a Hug (League of Legends), jinx keeps her bob because every girl deserves a fuckass bob, Jinx doesn't 'die', Dialogue Heavy, Mentioned Isha (Arcane: League of Legends), friends to enemies to some nebulous third thing, ekko is down BAD, Jinx and Ekko are BOTH little shits, and they BOTH have trauma, consistent tone? don't know her, I Tried, I Will Go Down With This Ship

Summary:

“But it wasn’t you,” Ekko said. “It was... you were... different. Like... how you used to be.”

“How I used to be?”

“You were Powder again. And you were so..."

“So much better than I am now?” Jinx guessed bitterly.

“Happy,” Ekko finished. “You were happy.”

or, s2e9 rewritten. walking away isn't the only way to break the cycle. in which ekko forgives jinx for everything she became, jinx forgives herself for everything she did not, and together they carve a way forward.

[putschki1969]

Let's address THAT blog

Many of you might have noticed a few blog posts being shared on social media relating to the most recent Kalafina reunion drama. I've had a lot of people send links to me asking for my opinion on the matter so I thought I'd briefly talk about the whole thing myself. For those who don't know, a few days ago, following the release of the Nikkan Sports article and the subsequent official announcements about the upcoming Kalafina Anniversary Live, a Livedoor blog popped up out of nowhere titled "FictionJunction & Kalafina Behind the Scenes". Currently, there are three main blog posts available discussing a variety of topics, namely

① The truth behind Kajiura Yuki's departure from the agency ② The truth behind Kalafina's split and hiatus ③ The activities of the members and Kajiura after Kalafina's hiatus ④ The circumstances that led to Kalafina's reunion and the truth behind Kajiura's anger ⑤ Rights related to Kalafina

The contents of ① and ② are discussed in the first blog post, the second blog post is focusing on the contents of ③ and ④, and the details of ⑤ are presented in the third blog post.

UPDATE: As of October 8, the blog seems to have been deleted so the above links no longer work. If you ask me, this is even more proof that the author cannot be trusted. Thankfully, there are internet archives so nothing has been lost. Archived Post 1 Archived Post 2 Archived Post 3

I am not planning to dissect every little detail of this very long essay but I would like to provide some important context that will surely put things into perspective for many readers. Without further ado, let's get to it〈(•ˇ‿ˇ•)-→

The person who runs the aforementioned blog is the same person behind the sketchy FJS YouTube Channel that uploaded the supposedly unreleased "sprinter" audio. I talked extensively about the matter in THIS as well as THIS post and together with some fellow fans, we were able to debunk that account's claim of authenticity. In an ASK from a couple of days ago, someone actually told me that they had seen weird statements in that account's YouTube Community referring to an extensive plan to summarise all the behind the scenes info of the Yuki Kajiura/Kalafina debacle. Looks like that plan has come to fruition in the past few days because we now have those three ultra-long blog posts floating around all across Twitter.

I'm gonna reiterate what I said in my response to the ASK above. This person is without a doubt a knowledgeable fan. I reckon that they are much more obsessed than a majority of fandom (including little old me) so they've surely memorised/internalised every word written or said on social media platforms, every pamphlet and FC bulletin interview, every tabloid news article, and every other notable statement that has ever been uttered by the involved parties. When it comes to information that has been shared publicly, I doubt there are many casual or even long-term fans who can claim to have such a thorough understanding of all the "facts" as this person does, especially considering that most of the relevant events have taken place over the course of several years. Thanks to the huge amounts of accumulated knowledge, this person is able to make a solid case for themselves, at face value, everything they write sounds legit and professional.

But here is the big issue. They are first and foremost an imposter aiming for attention and clout. How do I know this? Let me explain! Not only did they initially claim to be an "Official FJS" account on YouTube, they also pretended (and are still pretending) to have access to previously restricted content, such as live audio from Sony. None of those things are true of course. The "official" label was removed from the account name and handle rather quickly once people paid closer attention and started questioning the legitimacy of the account and everything it claimed to offer. As mentioned above, the seemingly exclusive "sprinter" recording turned out to be totally fake (although this person is still pretending it is legit).

With their brand new Livedoor blog, this person is going even further. They are claiming to be an "industry insider", someone who has "formerly been affiliated" with Yuki Kajiura and Kalafina. I call bullshit! Based on what we know from their YouTube activities, we have absolutely no reason to believe this person is telling the truth in this matter. That short, little intro in every single blog post is proof enough that everything that follows cannot and should not be taken too seriously. By starting out your essay with a phrase like "whether you believe it or not is up to you" you are basically diminishing the credibility of your work. The author is simply covering their back with the inclusion of this clause because they are very much aware that they are lying and masquerading as someone else. In this first paragraph, there is also talk of "nothing but facts" being included in the essay. Hardly! While I do actually believe that the basic framework is made up of "facts" that have been gathered through a lot of research referring mostly to primary sources (i.e. statements made by the involved people themselves via different media outlets), there is also a frighteningly heavy reliance on information that has only ever been published in tabloid articles so in my opinion, it is not fully trustworthy (particularly true for some of the things discussed in part ① of the essay relating to the management drama that caused YK's departure). Also, this person has the unfortunate tendency to embellish specific situations with their own little headcanons, resulting in an overly dramatic portrayal of things. This not only serves to victimise/infantalises certain involved parties (especially in the case of Keiko), it also leads to a subtle vilification of other involved parties (particularly affecting Wakana). Needless to say, this is not something I approve of because it only creates more confusion and drama among fans.

All right, this is pretty much the gist of the context I wanted to provide for you. I'm not telling you to not read those three blog posts, quite the contrary actually, go ahead and read them, put them through Google Translate if you have to, you should be fine with that. You will get a more or less solid overview of everything that has happened in the past few years (and if you've followed my blog diligently, you'll find that a lot of the things stated in the essay will align with what I've shared). The facts and timeline mostly check out so you can rest assured that you are not being fed straight-up lies (with the exception of the author's background of course). But please, do me a favour and take everything you read in there with a huge grain of salt! This person isn't an insider and they are not privy to any "exclusive" information. They are solely relying on information that is readily available online or in various publications. Also, be aware that the author is actively trying to deceive us by pretending to be someone they are most definitely not. This alone should be cause for suspicion.

I'm not sure what is prompting this person to make such claims. They could just as well admit to being an obsessed fan who has dedicated their whole life to knowing every single detail about their idol and who would even go as far as to create/come up with "new" content/information to appeal to fellow fans. By simply acknowledging that fact, this person would instantly appear to be more authentic. I mean, I know what I am talking about because I myself am very open about those things. I am aware that I am much more invested in Kalafina than your run-of-the-mill casual fan, hence, I have amassed a lot more knowledge than most other people in this fandom. But even if you are this level of hyperfixated and obsessed, it still doesn't give you the right to play pretend. Once fans start to claim that they've some sort of affiliation to their idols which gives them access to insider information, you'll know that in 99,9% of cases, they've become delusional. They get off on being seen as "special" and they know that most casual fans will not fact-check anything they say so they can just continue to expand their little fantasy. This way, they will gain the attention and validation they so desperately seek.

[pearlofthewoods]

Gen-Z, inconvenience and how fanfiction teaches gratitude.

So I’ve been seeing a really interesting discussion crop up on TikTok over the past few weeks, and what particularly drew it to my attention is the fact that I’ve been seeing precisely the same phrasing crop up in both fandom and non-fandom discussions. 

That phrase is ‘Gen-Z doesn’t know inconvenience.’

I’ve been thinking about this a lot, and I think these original posters are right. This is an attitude we’re seeing pervade all areas of our community and our lives. I’ll link the TikTok posts I’ve seen below, and quote the relevant sections.

(on the state of friendships in 2024)

-“There seems to be this idea created and pushed forward by people who haven’t been on the internet for as long as I have….that they can never be inconvenienced.”

-“I feel like Gen Z/Millennials, we don’t know inconvenience.”

Two of these TikToks are about people’s current attitude to friendships, whilst the other is about fandom, and the sense of entitlement some readers have towards fic writers (particularly with expectations about uploading schedules and completed fics).

The common denominator here is community. Both of these examples take place within our personal relationships and our few remaining non-capitalist spaces. 

And I think this has to do with the discussion around the lack of third spaces in our modern world. I’ll give you an example. I am 23, and live in the UK. I am old enough to remember when there was a youth centre in my small village. The building was maintained by the council, who also put on some activities there, but there were also many activities there for young people to access that were volunteer led. Either way, these activities were almost all entirely free. 

This was a space for children to learn how to engage with community outside of the transactional nature of other for-profit spaces. (This is not to bash on activities such as dance/sport that require small fees to cover their costs). But there was a time where this third space was free, accessible and a valuable learning tool for young people.

The youth centre closed down about 10 years ago under the Conservative government, when there was found to be asbestos inside. The building was demolished, and the youth centre was never rebuilt. There wasn’t any funding to replace it.

This is the sort of thing that has been going on for years now. Due to lack of funding, community third spaces just close down and never reopen. Thank god we still have our library (just about).

And what I think has happened, is that there are loads of young people now who do not remember, or cannot fathom community spaces and activities that are not transactional. They take part in activities, sure, but all their activities are paid for. They’re used to paying for a service, which (as a paying customer) they are then entitled to critique it and expect a certain return on their investment.

We see this attitude often in the fanfiction community, where we have to remind people that fanfic is not to be treated the same as a book that you paid for.

Even when we educate people about the fanfic community, the allegory we often use is that of the ‘potluck’, one of the last free community events/third spaces that many young people can conceptualise. (Although, to be truthful, I’ve very rarely gone to a potluck either). 

So to be honest, I’m not surprised that many Gen-Z don’t quite understand the dynamics of volunteer-run and community third-spaces. Fanfiction might be the only one they’ve ever experienced.

Instead, they’re used to Amazon, streaming services, social media and access to whatever content they want at the click of a button (as long as they’re willing to pay for it.)

I think this phenomenon was also further exacerbated by the pandemic. During that time, many community spaces closed their doors forever and never reopened. Teens who’ve grown up since the pandemic might never have experienced these places, due to lockdown and the failure for the spaces to reopen post-pandemic.

But what I think is fascinating, is that precisely during this time, the use of A03 and fandom spaces skyrocketed into the mainstream, particularly amongst that age group. There is a burning desire for third spaces amongst young people, and I’m so glad that we in fandom are one of the last places to provide that. 

But this is why I think it’s so so important to be loud and vocal about fanfiction etiquette. I see so many people online talking about how many of the young people newer to fandom entered ‘through the back-door’ so to speak, (in comparison to the thorough introduction to fandom many millennials experienced in online message-boards and fanfic sites, before they were ever permitted to start posting fics of their own). I’m not saying we should gatekeep fanfiction, I’m very pleased that it’s open to more people now. But we do need to be vocal about how this community works. 

AO3 and the fanfic is a place where young people can learn how to navigate volunteer-led community. And learning to sit with inconvenience is a huge part of that. 

Since fanfic writers are not paid for their work, we cannot be expected to adhere to a consistent upload schedule, nor are our readers entitled to completed fics. This inevitably causes discomfort and inconvenience for those who have to wait patiently for that fic to update, or experience the disappointment of it never updating at all. And Gen-Z are not used to that.

These things are distressing, yes, but they are also a natural part of volunteer organisations. Writers have lives, we cannot always prioritise our writing. 

Obviously we cannot force people to read WIPs, if you want to filter for completed works only, that’s your prerogative. But it undoubtedly has a knock on effect on fandom. I see many people saying that writers wanting kudos, comments and engagement on their WIPS is akin to writers asking for payment from the community. But personally, I think they’re not really comparable. Payment is money. Money allows people to live off their art, and to focus the entirety of their time on creating that product for you. Neither kudos, comments nor engagement can do that. Fic writers will always have restricted windows in which to write and other jobs, because we can’t devote all our time to this. If you cannot pay us for our time and our labour, we must support ourselves another way. If you cannot pay for a fic, you are not entitled for it to be completed. 

Instead, I think that comments, kudos and engagement fulfil a role that has always been fulfilled in communities. Giving back. Supporting the community and allowing it to thrive. People who have benefitted from volunteer organisations, activities and charities have always given back by volunteering themselves, fundraising, you name it.

That is what allows the community to continue. You receive, and then you give. So don’t be surprised if, when no-one engages with WIPs anymore, the cycle of give-and-receive begins to falter. If no-one reads and supports people’s WIPs, we will have fewer completed works. That’s just a fact. So if you want the fanfic eco-system to thrive, invest in it, with your love, attention and care. 

I think we should also encourage young people to feel inconvenience, because there’s value in learning patience and experiencing discomfort. There are learning opportunities to be had from falling in love with a WIP, waiting patiently for it to update and then feeling that rush of gratitude when it finally does.

Because gratitude is an emotion so deeply tied to our community. Gratitude that someone gifted you their work for free, and gratitude that you get to experience it.

This doesn’t happen nearly as often in for-profit reading spaces. Instead of gratitude, you feel entitlement to the work you purchased and therefore also an entitlement to criticise it, should you feel your money was wasted. And why wouldn’t you? You paid for it after all.

But personally? The only thing I feel when I open up a fanfic is gratitude, even if I don’t enjoy it. Because that’s okay, I didn’t pay for it, that fanfic’s just not my cup of tea. But I’m still grateful that the writer gifted it to the community.

And in the end, I think that is what it all comes down to.

Patience and gratitude.

To me, they’re two sides of the same coin. The tantalising wait makes a fic update feel even sweeter when it finally arrives. But that’s the beauty of fandom. We have the chance to teach patience and gratitude to the next generation, if they don’t get to learn it elsewhere. Let’s not waste that opportunity. 

[tomboyjessie13-artblog]

TW: Scopophobia and Yandere behavior

I am very sorry for disappearing for the last few days, it's just I've been working on this for the last few days before Halloween, it took two all nighters in a span of three days, but it's done...I did take a long nap before uploading though.

That being said, as you would've guessed by the previous drawings I did, I've been on an Eris Raitt(my Jojo OC) kick since mid-October because I wanted to draw her for Halloween, this creepy drawing was to celebrate it... or just to creep out my followers who don't celebrate it lol

Anyways, the story here is that the servants(including my other Jojo OC Medea) felt a sudden chill in the air, like something bad has entered the mansion and is suffocating them, so they went to the third-floor bedroom to warn DIO of this bad feeling, only to find that the bedroom door was slightly open.

Medea pulled the door open and found a frightening sight:

Eris Raitt has snuck into the mansion and was inside the room caressing a sleeping DIO's face, even worse; when she felt like she was being watched, Eris looked at the servants while making a very disturbing expression akin to that of a ghost in a Japanese horror story*, possibly caused by her Stand power.

Needless to say, three of the servants were absolutely terrified by the display and couldn't move as they're paralyzed by her eyes.... except for Vanilla Ice, he was more angry at DIO's space being invaded than he is scared of Eris herself and was ready to sic his Stand [Cream] after her butt over this discretion.

Thankfully DIO woke up to the noise and angrily yelled at everyone to get out of his room, he started locking the doors from now on.

*I may or may not have based Eris' expression off of Hachishakusama

Medea King and Eris Raitt belong to me

[ecargmura]

You And Idol Precure Episode 2 Review - Craziest Double Life

Wait a second… Uta is a brunette and her alter-ego Cure Idol is blonde and an idol… *gasp* is she Hannah Montana? Jokes aside, this episode is actually a good foundation for establishing what is at stake and how Uta decides to be a bit more serious when it comes to this Idol Precure thing.

I don’t know about you, but I really like the idiot-idiot dynamic that Uta and Purirun have going on. It sort of reminds me of Yui and Kome-Kome from Delicious Party, but I feel like Uta and Purirun sort of bounce off each other a bit better. They pass around their single brain cell like they’re playing hot potato and I’m all for it. Uta did get a bit conceited in the beginning when she learns that Cure Idol became an overnight sensation, but I did like that she did get over it during the Makkuranda battle as she knows that she’s not just an idol, but a savior so she has to be a bit more serious.

Though, Purirun uploading Cure Idol onto the Internet is a scummy move on her part because the video can’t be erased; she is the biggest menace right now. I get why Queen Pikarine said no to nonconsensual filming because it would cause complications later on. What if Uta’s identity gets exposed and it puts her and her family’s life in danger? That’s the sort of thing Purirun probably didn’t think too much about. I swear, Purirun would get sued left and right if this was a more serious show.

While on the topic of Queen Pikarine, this episode is basically just introducing the story’s objective of saving Kirakiland and gathering eight or nine ribbons (I forgot) to restore the land. We’re on a collection mission here! I’ve seen too many of these shows to know that collecting all of them will lead to something bad later on, so I can’t wait to see what that bad thing is.

I feel like each Precure story either begins late March or early April because they always start school in the beginning. I do like seeing insight to Uta’s school life in that she has friends. I really like the school uniform colors! It’s so unique! Anyways, Uta is friends with a girl named Mikoto who is a huge idol fan and loves Cure Idol, which surprises Uta. Nana, who will later become Cure Wink, is also in her class. I do like that Uta and Nana are familiar with each other, but they don’t look like they are close—that will obviously change later on. I really like how realistic that is because that sort of thing does happen in actual schools where you’re familiar with someone but if you are or aren’t in the same class as them, you may or may not be as close. Kokoro, the girl who will later become Cure Kyun-Kyun, has also appeared as she puts up a poster of Cure Idol to promote the “Cure Idol Research Club”. How did that girl make a poster THAT FAST when only a day has passed since Cure Idol when viral.

Maybe it’s just me, but I find Cutty surprisingly adorable with the way he’s getting addicted to Cure Idol’s song. I think it’s the gap moe radiating. I can’t wait to see what Zakkly and Chokkirine are like.

Apparently, Mikoto’s voice actress is Natsumi Murakami who has been in several idol-related anime like Love Live and Aikatsu Stars. Is this her third idol anime? It’d be crazy if she gets to be a Precure next season or maybe midseason? Queen Pikarine is voiced by Sayaka Ōhara who's a very prolific voice actress as she voiced characters like Erza Scarlet from Fairy Tail, Sailor Neptune from Sailor Moon Crystal and a whole bunch of anime moms.

I don’t know why I made a Hannah Montana reference when I never even seen the show—I didn’t have cable growing up. Also, I hope that Purirun will get karma handed to her one day because her crimes are: mooching off of Uta (episode 1) and nonconsensual filming and uploading (episode 2). Am I going to keep a record of all the crimes Purirun will make? Maybe. What are your thoughts on this episode?

[bangtaninborderland]

Pairing: ot7 x reader || word count: 11.8k || genre: smut 18+

Warning: public acts, use of vibrator, nipple clamps, face slapping, humiliation, oral (m receiving) , gagging, non sexual dominance, spanking as a punishment, overstimulation, Dom NJ Dom HS switch YG, Sub JK, basically everyone doms YN in some form.

A/N: I have a few more surprises coming in this weeks batch of chapters, this took so long, I will be uploading special scenes of the two tasks that aren’t shown here. This is my longest ever chapter for any story. I also want to thank my lovely friend Kiminie for helping me through a writers block, therefore this chapter is dedicated to her. Hoseok is included in this weeks prompts despite being removed because it wasn’t him and YN, I wanted to give him one last chapter.

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DAY THIRTY SIX

The first thing that happened when you walked into the kitchen alongside a very tired Yoongi was a very excited Jungkook rushing towards you, picking you up and spinning you around. The second thing that happened was Namjoon shyly handing you an envelope. The third thing came from a very displeased Seokjin, who was indeed scrubbing the counter as if he was determined to restore it.

The second the older man see you both he threw the cloth into the sink, almost hopping over the furniture to drag you both into the kitchen where he began to scold you. “I AM NOT A PRUDE BUT ALL I CAN SEE IS MIN YOONGIS ASS CHEEKS ON THE COUNTER!”

“Hyung, it wasn’t my ass on the counter, right yn?” Yoongi quips.

You slapped his arm, scoffing. You stumbled over your words, another indication of how embarrassing the situation was. “Yoongi if.. if you don’t shut up you will never… never see my ass again.”

He smirked, chuckling lowly..“You love it when I see your ass sweetheart.”

You scowled as he turned on his heels, heading back towards the stairs.

“I hate him.” You groaned, walking over to the kitchen table where the others had gathered, the envelope still in hand.

“You don’t, open it.” Taehyung giggled, his grin wiping the frown from your face.

“Not so fast,” Sejin called out, ducking his head as he entered through the front door.

A series of “good mornings” elicited, Sejin smiling around before making his way over to the living room. You notice how well-rested he looks, whatever was keeping him awake at night no longer seemed to be a hassle.

Considering it was a Monday, the mood wasn’t dull.

Everyone followed suit behind him, taking their respective seats. Jungkook was to your right and Tae to your left, leaving a space wide enough for Jimin to join you all - the others sitting opposite to you with Jimin still cleaning up in the kitchen.

“Let’s get this over with.” Hosoek claps, flashing you a nervous grin that only fuels your anxiety.

Jin clicks his tongue, eyebrows raising as his eyes settle on you. “Well YN…who failed to fuck well this week?”

“Shut up.” The answer didn’t come from you but rather from a very tired and very clingy Jimin who slots beside you, hands wrapping around your waist as though to claim you as his.

“If you’re done arguing we can begin.” He announces, an iPad in hand. “Now as always, we will start with the fan favourite vote. Any remaining contestants want to take any guesses?”

Yoongi grumbled from his seat, his face a mask of annoyance to cover the semblance of worry you could see within his gaze. “I’m guessing Hoseok.”

“I’m sure it’s me,” Jimin whispered into your ear, his head nestling further into your neck, his breath making you hot. Now was an awful time to get horny.

Sejin clears his through, his gaze wandering to settle on anything but you and the very clear show Jimin is trying to start. “Wow, so much confidence, I’ll announce it in a moment but uh… YN?”

It took Jungkook nudging your side for you to pay attention, no one pointed out the flush of red proving your embarrassment and for that you were grateful. “Y-yes?”

“Could you guess this week's prompts, do you need a reminder of the theme?” He asks to which you decline. “Home sweet home right?”

“Yes, each gentleman had something that he must have incorporated within the house - let’s start with Yoongi.”

You take a moment to think, you were sure that it has something to do with the house, it had to be domestic, it had to be…. “Household items?”

“Can you elaborate?” Sejin asks, a smile forming.

Could you? You both hated and enjoyed the moment where you had to recall every sexual encounter for the past week, you loved the memories but the heat that would soon pool between your thighs at the thought of being bent over and fucked was an inconvenience. It was hard to pinpoint a single thing, there had only been a few instances that stood out, Jimin with the pen, Yoongi with the spoon… that had to be it. Everything else was regular, well apart from the kink, it was regular for you. Then again the rooms were different, Hoseok was last in the living room, Yoongi in the kitchen… maybe the items didn’t matter at all. You sighed leaning into Jimins touch.

Trust your gut.

Sparing the man a glance you answered. “I’m guessing that it had to do with the wooden spoon he used in the kitchen?”

“Okay, correct. Jimin next?”

He looks up at you, and no doubt he sees the smirk you wore, this you were sure of. “The marker in the bedroom.” Jimins breath grew heavy as he whispered a simple praise, low enough that no one else could hear, daring enough to make you want to let him bend you over right now.

Until Sejin speaks. “Correct, Namjoon failed to do his prompt this week so we will finish up with Hoseok?”

Now you had no idea, you look towards him hoping for some kind of hint but his face said nothing and neither did he. “No idea.”

“Hoseok?” Sejin turns to him, you relax a little when he smiles at you.

He would be okay.

“Tie.” He responds quietly.

“Now that’s out of the way, I’ll hand over to Seokjin to read the fan favourites.” You watch as the producer steps aside, Seokjin taking his place.

“It feels weird to be here.” He laughs, pulling a piece of paper from his pocket. “This was not easy, especially watching Yoongi fuck YN on my counter.“ he sends you a pointed look and you cringe, they were never going to let you live this down. “You will both be cleaning.” He declares.

“We all talked about who made the best scene, who catered to YN most, who basically fucked the best.” Taehyung giggles, shameless. “Anyways, In third place was Namjoon.”

Namjoon genuinely smiles, his eyes a little shocked as he focuses on the camera. “Wow..that’s… thank you for voting for me, I hope next week I can do better!”

“In second place is Yoongi.”

Jimin laughs beside you. “Ah Hyung no dinner date this week? Sad to lose.”

“YN?” Yoongi calls out. “Duck.”

You follow his orders shoving Jimin away as Yoongi sends a pillow hurtling towards you both, it successfully whacks off Jimins head and falls to the floor. “Ow.”

Seokjin scoffs before continuing, stifling a laugh. “And in the first place, earning the prize of one very special lady is Jimin.”

Jimin shoots up, his feigned pout gone. “Oh Hyung.. how does it feel?” His gaze is settled on Yoongi who mutters a “fuck you.”

Despite the ongoing laughter you focus on Hobi.

He was not okay. Jin seems to notice this too as he pays his back on his way to his seat.

“Moving on to the eliminations.” Sejin faces you, his lips pressed in a tight line. “Would you like to hear any defences?”

You shake your head, the fun was over. It wasn’t an easy choice, it never was. You looked around the room, first at Yoongi. He was staring at you, the look in his eyes reading an “it’s okay.” You always had fun with him, he was so happy and warm. Almost like home. Sex with him was fun, is fun. You recall the night before, images of you pressed against the counter naked as you both laugh bring a smile to you, your newly found love for the man still maintaining an ever-strong grasp on you. Next was Namjoon, who had settled his gaze on the plain wall, his nervousness clear. You were having fun exploring with him, it felt new, fresh. Despite his minor inexperience he never failed to please you, never failed to take away your stress. His touch alone was like heaven. Not to mention his other outstanding qualities, academics and all. Much like Jimin, who brought you both dominance and pleasure, you knew there was so much more to learn about him, to learn from him, with him. In all honesty, you wanted to keep exploring with him, you wanted to find out just what - who - he could be in bed.

Then there was Hoseok, the man who could control your every limb, the man who could bring you overwhelming pleasure, orgasm after orgasm. It wasn’t that the sex was an issue, it never was. In the last conversation, you and hobi had focused on non-sexual dominance, realistically he wouldn’t need to be in the competition for that and he had said that before you could do a scene there needed to be trust regained.

Sejin leans forward, pulling your attention back to him. “Have you made your decision?”

You give one last look around before nodding. “I want to explain why I’m eliminating this person before I do it, you’ve been such a staple for me since the beginning of the series. Our time together - sexually - has been something I never thought I would be given a chance to explore. I am grateful I had a chance to explore that part of me with someone like you and I hope that we can continue to explore things in other ways together. It’s because of this that I’m eliminating hobi.” It’s hard to look at him, it’s hard to see the defiant tears pooling in his eyes but you do, you aren’t sure what makes you cry whether it be the comfort he tries to provide whilst smiling at you or the way he seems like a puppy that’s been kicked whilst it’s down but either way it fucking hurts. “Yesterday we talked about non-sexual dominance. Sejin would that be possible to do as long as there was no intimacy?”

He looks through his iPad, scrolling for a few minutes before reading whatever it is he needed to. “Well yes, the rules are that you can’t be intimate after elimination. If you chose to do punishments or whatnot another member would have to assist but I don’t see why it would be a problem. Hoseok is there anything you would like to say”

He stands up slowly, his face angled away from the other housemates, you included. “This time here has been a lot for me, it’s given me a great chance to get to know you all and develop friendships that I hope will last for a long time. I, myself, never thought I would feel as accepted as I do here and although I am sad about being eliminated I would very much like to continue teaching YN as much as I can before our time here comes to an end.” Your efforts to not cry become null when he faces you. “I know that my own words damaged your trust in me, that was never my intention. I hope that over these next few weeks, we can build that up again. You’re valuable to me.”

At that moment no one else existed, not Jungkook who had begun rubbing your back, not Jimin who was caressing your thigh. Not Yoongi, Namjoon or Seokjin who all gave you pitiful looks and not Taehyung who was handing you tissues. You were scared he would have reacted badly, gotten angry at you, upset with you. However, despite his own sadness none of that came. His words silenced the storm brewing in your mind.

“I’m sorry to interrupt but we have to wrap this up.” Sejin gestures towards the paper that had fallen to the floor amidst the drama. “Yn, if you will. This is for the Bangasm Bomb.”

You wiped your eyes before picking it up, you could wash your face later. You examined it quickly noting the rough scrawl of your name across the front before opening it up.

“Read it out loud,” Jin instructs, coming to stand behind you, a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You try to hide the way your face flushes at his command, it made your heart hurt a little that you were unable to be intimate with him, with all of them in the way you wanted. Especially with the saddened look Hoseok was wearing.

Shaking the thoughts away you turned back to the paper. “Dearest YN, you have been invited on a shopping trip with a gentleman of your choosing. This must be one of the remaining contenders, the ones who are unfortunate enough to be left at the house will be required to fulfil a set of challenges proposed by viewers. Choose wisely, a car will arrive At approximately 11:30 am to drive you and your chosen escort to a series of stores where you will be asked to fulfil requests of your own. Your chosen gentleman will be handed a camera which he must use to record proof of you completing the requests. If all tasks are completed successfully you will be allowed to request one thing for 24 hours. Get set, go.”

You were surprised by the sudden change of events but it was one you chose to welcome, the idea of getting away from the house for a while was one you wanted to take advantage of. There was only so long a person could be stuck inside, albeit, you had the garden to explore but sometimes a change of scenery was what was needed.

It would have been a lie to say you hadn’t had much thought on who would go with you, the moment you read the card one person pushed to the forefront of your mind, Namjoon.

With everything going on, he could use the time away, the distraction. It would also give Yoongi and Jimin a chance to work together, with the supervision of the other house members of course. Hoseok would be okay, maybe the time alone would be good for him. You’d ask Jin to keep an eye on him.

So what about prompts?” Yoongi asks, leaning forward, eyeing Namjoon and Jimin.

You all shift to face the producer. “They will be given out depending on the outcome of the Bangasm Bomb. I will hand out the tasks once YN chooses her suitor.”

You clear your throat, this was easy. “Namjoon, I choose Namjoon.”

“Thank you.” Namjoon rushes over to hug you, his face bright. “Why me?”

“I’ve had a date with Yoongi and one with Jimin, I’d like to have one with you too if you’d have me.” You explain it wasn’t as simple but you’d much rather explain that to him in private.

“Well, now that is decided, in the kitchen, there is a black envelope with your tasks on it. You will take your envelope and then make a confessional explaining your thoughts on It. Hoseok, you will need to make one too, for your elimination of course. Y/N your and Namjoons tasks will be in a joint envelope, you’ll find it to be gold. As always I will be in the caravan if you need me.” He turns on his heel and leaves before Seokjin can reach him about more grocery-related issues.

You all skimp back onto the sofa, no one rushing to find the next task. “Hobi I’m really sorry.”

“Don’t be. I was expecting it and that’s okay.” He commiserates but it feels empty, you feel empty. His face seems void, the eyes that could have you whimpering seeming so soft.

“It doesn’t feel it.” You mumble, unsure if anyone heard you.

Seokjin continues to rub your shoulder, providing you with some much-needed comfort. “Now baby, come on, Hobi knows you don’t mean to hurt him. It’s a pride thing, not a Y/N thing.”

“This is fucking shit.” Jungkook settles further into the sofa, pulling his knees up to his chest.

No one denied it, and no one argued. They felt the same.

Hoseok wordlessly stands, heading toward the door. “Hoseok, where are you-“

“Confessional.” He retorts, the door closing behind him.

His presence - or lack thereof- is felt instantly, the room seemed far too large for the seven of you.

“We should move on to completing the tasks, that way we can get the day done and then deal with these unresolved feelings tonight.” Yoongi prompts, extending a hand to you to which Jungkook takes full offence.

“Hyung you never hold my hand.” The maknae whines, forcing his hand in between your own and the doctors.

He groans at the argumentative state of the younger. “This is exactly why.” Considering his “annoyance” he concedes quickly, letting Jungkook encase his free hand.

“Yoongi Hyung is going soft on us, you really do have a magical pussy.” Jimin clicks his tongue, poking your side as he saunters ahead of you. Ass swaying in tow.

You shoot Jungkook a warning look as he giggles. Although it proves futile as further snickers come from Taehyung who has latched onto jins bicep, them seemingly closer now than ever before.

“Laugh all you want but it’s MY magical pussy which means I decide if your dick goes anywhere near it, which it won’t be if you make another comment like that.” You quip, your own angry facade hard to maintain at the fond smile Namjoon wears.

The angst that previously reigned over the villa dissipated, the calming atmosphere making a quiet comeback as you all settle into the kitchen, the envelopes just as Sejin described. Namjoon headed for your shared one, waiting for you to signal the okay before opening it. Despite your worry for Hoseok, you focused on the current situation, as Namjoon ripped open the gold envelope. A credit card drops to the floor as he unravels the paper.

“What’s that for?” Seokjin picks it up, placing it on the table with a tap.

“Apparently for the spontaneous shopping trip, I and YN are going on.” Namjoon deadpans.

“What?” Shopping?

“To YN and her Suitor, you are tasked with the following.

1. Enter a clothing store and model 3 sets of lingerie, chose one to buy.

2. Buy 2 sex toys of your choosing, both of which must be useable for your final task.

3. You may return to the house for 20 minutes to prepare, you must be wearing or using the items purchased, you will then take a walk with your suitor around the garden of the house, and you will be asked a series of questions all of which your suitor will ask. You must not orgasm until this is over.

Clarification:

1. Your suitor will be recording all day, the driver will take you to stores that the production team has spoken to and allowed for filming to take place.

2. The garden is secure, no one will be privy to the ongoing acts.

3. You can end the task at any moment by saying “Free me.”

“I wasn’t expecting that.” Taehyungs mouth slacks in surprise as does yours.

Considering the kind of show you were making things so far had been tame, of course, the scenes could get a little extreme but aside from the prompts and the few fair rules you had been given the production company gave you all control over the things you could and couldn’t do. It was fair to say you were all shocked at the sudden turn.

“How do you feel about it?” Yoongi asked, his thumb caressing the back of your hand, you made note of his left hand resting a little too high on the cam boy's thigh but you didn’t say anything, the way he was wringing his own hands together acting as a clear indication he was feeling something at the skinship.

You shrug, it was unexpected but every sexual act had been broadcasted to the world, there wasn’t much you could feel shamed or embarrassed about. You were just about ready to explain that when the door closed behind you, Hoseok joining the conversation as he slid into the closest chair. Resuming the conversation with a simple “Feel about what?”

Your mouth goes dry at the sight of him, your stomach feeling uneasy at the unspoken situation. “Oh…just, Namjoon show him.”

You watch his facial expressions change from sullen to surprise. “That’s different.” He slides the paper back across the table, leaning back in his chair. His posture still radiates a dominance that you know you’ll miss.

“You should go and get ready, the car will be here for you both soon.” Jimin nods to you. “Besides we all have our own tasks.”

You don’t know what exactly possesses you to make this the moment you try something new, maybe it was the desperation within you to make things feel right, or maybe it was the worry that things wouldn’t ever feel right but either way, something convinced you now was the right time, and who were you to argue with your gut. Turning your body in your chair to face Hoseok you let your face drop, something which was common in scenes with the other before reaching out your hand that you had carefully extracted from Yoongis grasp. “Sir..”

“Yes?” His voice was dark, like an instant switch.

“Would you help me get ready?” Your voice was meek but he still heard it.

“So polite. It would be my pleasure, to go and wait in your room. You know how I like you.”

You smiled at the praise as you stood from your seat, not giving anyone a second look as you headed straight for your room. You graciously fell to your knees, allowing yourself to use these few minutes to process the fresh elimination.

It was getting harder, there are only 3 weeks left until the show ends, and you weren’t as nervous about that as you were for the next two eliminations. Every choice has been hard, every choice has left you in a position to feel negative thoughts the way you never had before. You were sure Hoseok was going to reject you, going to tell you that you eliminated him so he owed you nothing. Realistically, you knew he wouldn’t be like that, he was sweet, kind and gentle. He had a heart of gold. He didn’t have a mean bone in his body -spare the dominant side of him within a scene- so expecting him to react that way was borderline insane.

Still, you worried. It was impossible not to.

Until the door opened at least and then all you could focus on was your breathing, trying to calm yourself as your shaky breaths filled the silence.

Even as his hand came to caress your head, you still couldn’t relax. “What’s got you so nervous?”

“You, Sir.” There’s nothing better than honesty.

He extended a hand, pulling you up for your feet. “Come and sit on the bed with me.”

You didn’t respond verbally, you simply followed through with his simple instruction, sitting close to him but not close enough to touch. “Look at me.”

To which you did, a breathtaking smile plastered across his face. “I’m not upset with you, I was expecting it. I was upset yes but as Seokjin said it was a pride thing.”

“You - you were expecting it?” You stuttered, shocked, he definitely hadn’t seemed as such.

He nodded. “Can I hug you?”

“Please.” You whispered.

His arms were tight around you, secure, grounding. Warm. Safe. You sniffled wetly, tears definitely staining his shirt. He didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he waited until you pulled away before speaking.

“I want to tell you something.”

“Okay.”

“I’m aromatic, you know this. But there are levels to friendship, at least to me there are. I never formed close bonds with people before the show and for a while, I was convinced even here I wouldn’t get to have them, it’s hard for people to accept what they can’t understand. However, here there was nothing but acceptance and I’m very grateful for that. I have found friendships with you all that I assure you I want for life, I hold you all dear to my heart. You are all like my VIP people. Special friends.”

“You’re my VIP too.” You sniffled with a smile. the tears drying on your cheeks.

“Now let’s get you ready.” He hummed, standing up. An eyebrow raised as he asked, “Do you have any requests?”

You shook your head, knowing it was more of a trick question. “No sir.”

His voice was dark, dominating when he whispered the praise. “Good girl.”

It only took 40 minutes for you to be ready, Hobi gave you 10 minutes to shower and then another 7 to dress yourself. Giving you 23 minutes for everything else. He had chosen a white dress that you had forgotten existed, hidden away in the back of your closet.

It was a beautiful piece really, with lace trimming the neckline and sleeves, the silky material covered with a thin layer of mesh. You felt like you were worth a million dollars, everyone made it known that they agreed with you once you rejoined the group.

Namjoon drew a sharp breath, placing his coffee cup down on the table. “You look beautiful.”

For someone who was just so sure about your confidence an hour earlier - you had none now still you managed a quick “Thank you.”

The members of the house had always been somewhat romantic with one another, fleeting touches, hushed confessions of love, quaint compliments that bring out a deep unwanted but appreciated blush. You had witnessed it multiple times and enjoyed witnessing it. Yet whenever you became the sole focus point of said attention you found yourself embarrassed, not insecure but shy, nervous to accept it. After all, they were beautiful men themselves.

You liked to say you knew them well by this point, you knew them as people, friends, lovers. You know them as people you love and because of that you should know they like to tease, yet it never ceases to wind you up whenever they did. As somewhat usual, Yoongi was the one to instigate it. “You look gorgeous, delectable even. How about you let me bend you over the counter again? I’m sure Hoseok won’t mind choosing you another dress.”

“If anyone is going to wreck her wearing white it will be me.” Jimin cut in, his plush lips curling up in a grin. “All pretty in white like a wife”

“Oh please, if she was going to marry anyone it wouldn’t be you.” Hoseok defended.

Seokjin scoffed, interrupting the unspoken tension between the pair. “I think I’d be the best candidate.”

“Actually, I think I could be a great husband.” Taehyung countered. Giving Jimin a pointed look. “Right minie? You wouldn’t disagree with me.”

“Wha-“ he began, realising that Tae had been goading him. “Shut up.”

“That’s rude.” The masseuse spat.

Jimin took a step closer to him. “Do you want me to show you what rude is?”

Jungkook chimed in, his face amused. “You are both so gay.”

“You literally had dick up your ass a few hours ago.” Yoongi laughed.

You all watched as Jungkook reached out his foot to kick Yoongi in his shin, the doctor rushing to rub the sore spot.

We," Jungkook picked up a stray pen that had been left on the table, gesturing between himself and Yoongi, "are not on talking terms."

Yoongi slid back on his chair, clearly offended. “You were the one who kicked me.”

“And you kicked my heart.” Jungkook retorted, pouting.

“What does that even mean?” Seokjin leaned over, his eyes meeting with the cam boy.

“If you keep acting like that I’ll just go and ask Sejin to marry me.” You added, eliciting a much louder reaction, all projecting their disagreement.

The scene was quite exciting to watch, in fact, you would have watched them bicker all day if it weren’t for the car pulling up just a few feet from the house. “That’s our ride.”

You turned to the voice behind you, with all the shenanigans ongoing you hadn’t had a chance to take him in, to steal a selfish glance. Now that you did, it was safe to say you were pleased with what was before you.

He was wearing jeans, smart jeans. If you could call them that, along with a plaid button-up. His entire outfit screamed educated, academic, smart, prestige. His hair was brushed back, and styled in a way you weren’t the most familiar with.

Still, he looked perfect. Too perfect.

Perfect enough that you would gladly suck his cock right here if once again it weren’t for the car awaiting you both.

That damn car.

“Let’s get going.” Namjoon prompted, a hand on your back as he led you over to where your shoes lie.

You slipped them on wordlessly, the black Converse sneakers contrasting the white of the dress.

You bid your goodbyes before heading out, hand in hand with Namjoon. You thanked him as he opened the car door for you, the small video camera case in his other hand.

“Let’s do this.” He seemed confident, you were thankful for that.

***

“So.” Jimin settled into his seat, pulling out his black envelope from the pile on the table. “Who’s first?”

“I’ll go,” Yoongi grumbled, opening his in stark contrast to how Namjoon had carelessly ripped his open earlier. His eyes skimmed over the receipt-size paper within it. “Oh wow, I have to make one of you cum using my mouth.” He gestured the paper between Hobi and Jimin.

“No way, we’ve never had something like that before. I’ll read mine, maybe it’s just a one-off?” Hoseok was dumbfounded, the rest of them just as confused.

It was not a one-off. “Edge one of the remaining gentlemen twice.”

“Let me see.” Jungkook jumped up from his spot, snatching the paper from Hoseok who firmly grabbed his wrist in response.

“Is that how we act?”

Jungkook looked towards Yoongi and Jin before shaking his head, eyebrows furrowing. “..no”

“What was that?” Hoseok stood, his aura alone cussing the younger to seem small. “Speak up princess.”

“I said no.” He reaffirmed, the nickname clearly affecting him in more ways than one.

Hoseoks hand grasped his chin, forcing the cam boy to look him in the eye. “Next time ask, or I’ll turn your ass red.”

“Yes sir.” He responded meekly, all hyperactivity gone.

“Good boy, now try that again.” Hobi insisted, loosening his grip on the younger.

“Please can I see?” It was really like a switch the way hobi was able to change between his regular carefree self and his dominating persona.

“Of course, you can.” He silently handed the envelope over, returning to his seat as if nothing had transpired. “I choose Jimin.”

The latter choked at the mention of his name. “What?”

“You heard me, I want to edge you. Unless you can’t handle it.” Jimin knew he was being bated, and bite he did.

“Fine, you couldn't make me feel good enough to cum let alone edge me but if you want to fail then by all means go ahead.”

Hoseok cocked an eyebrow at that, enjoying the challenge. “You say that now, we can always repeat the past.”

“Whatever.” Jimin conceded, turning his attention to his own envelope. “Make one of the remaining gentlemen have two orgasms.”

“Can I see?” Taehyung peered over, making an effort not to report Jungkook mistake with the Dom.

This made Jimin smile, proud even. “Sure pup.” Taehyung relished in the softness.

“Who is doing what?” Seokjin piped up, elbows resting against the table.

“It feels unfamiliar, there have never been tasks like this between us. I wonder what encouraged the change. I wouldn’t mind doing it with either of you, seeing as Hoseok will be edging Jimin I suggest that I give Hoseok the blowjob and Jimin makes me cum twice. That’s the simplest I guess.” Yoongi finished, eyeing the table.

“Makes sense.” Jungkook agreed, resting his head against Seokjin's broad shoulder.

“Let’s get this over with.” Jimin stands, looking towards Hobi expectantly who simply nods, following behind him as he trudged up the stairs.

“They are weird.” Jungkook offered, watching them disappear to the upper level of the house.

There were murmurs of agreement accompanied by Taehyungs giggle. “Definitely.”

None of them waited for the others to return, it would be a while. They all spaced out, awaiting the tasks to be completed.

***

The drive wasn’t too long, you had to ask it was nice to be out of the house. You had nearly forgotten what the outside world was like.

“You okay there?” Namjoon whispered, cautious of the driver.

You felt yourself tense up, he had been so quiet you’d nearly forgotten his presence altogether. “Yeah, I’m fine, just thinking.”

“I’m here if you want to share.” He rubbed your thigh with his hand, it was an innocent gesture.

It didn’t mean it couldn’t make you want more.

“It’s weird to be outside, I sometimes forget that the world is so different to what we have all been living for the past few weeks. Eliminations are really hard.” You admitted.

He hummed in response. “I can understand that. I think it’s hard for me to comfort you within that but as a gentleman I can assure you that we don’t take it personally. We know you don’t have a choice, we love you either way.”

“Do you think you will all still love me even once the show ends?”

“I like to think nothing will change. We can’t predict things like that. We all have our own lives before the show, all lived in different places, and all had different friend groups and interests.” He surmises. It was honest even though blunt.

“I know that.” You sigh, turning back to the window. “I don’t want things to change.”

“Change is inevitable, what we do when things change isn’t. If you’re seriously worried about this maybe it’s worth having another conversation with the group as a whole.” It made sense, knowing the show was coming to an end you’d all have to figure out what you really wanted after the show.

“Not yet, closer to the end. I want to enjoy the blissful ignorance a little longer.” You added, the conversation between you coming to a halt as the car pulled up to a secluded store.

“Great, sketchy.” You laughed, accepting his helping hand as you climbed out of the car. “You better put the camera on.”

After a few moments of fumbling around with the device you had it working, and were silently entering the lingerie store. No one was around, and even still, you felt like you were up to no good.

“Calm down, Daddy is here. Let’s go pick you out something pretty to wear for me.”His voice was raspy, your body reacted almost instantaneously, and you wanted his hands all over you.

He laughed, mostly to himself, as he released your hand. Allowing you to walk in front of him as he filmed you from behind.

“I wanna see you in red.” He comments, a careless tone to his voice.

“Yes, Daddy.” You whispered low enough that the few staff occupating the shop floor wouldn’t hear, you weren’t entirely sure the camera would pick up the sound but you weren’t bothered.

You shuffled around the store, browsing the shelves. If the staff hadn’t been made privy to the reason you were there then it would have seemed as if you and your boyfriend were on a fun date. You liked that idea. Maybe once the show was over you would be able to do that without cameras.

You hoped.

After gathering a few different items you both shuffled off to the dressing rooms, they were more secure than the usual curtain-wrapped ones, it was spacious and bright with mirrors covering the wall. Enough room for both you and Namjoon to fit in. Despite how sketchy it looked on the outside you found yourself pleasantly surprised by the inside.

“I’ll sit here.” He gestures to the small wooden chair in the corner., camera in hand.“You get dressed.”

You hung up the few items you had and took off your dress, dropping the article to the ground. Next was the underwear. You didn’t mind getting naked in front of people and it had become somewhat normal to do that with a camera around, still, you could put on a show for the academic.

You turned to face the door, looking away from Namjoon as you swayed your hips to the soft music the store was playing. By no means were you a great dancer but you knew how to use your body. You hooked a finger in the waistband of your panties, bending over as you slipped them down your legs, finally kicking them to the side as you spread your ass.

You heard him intake a sharp breath, the chair shuffling back a little. You slowly straighten up, hands still running over your thighs and ass before reaching up to undo the clasp of your bra, it took you more than one attempt - definitely a little clumsier than you’d have hoped but from the clenched jaw of the man in from you knew you were turning him on, his hard cock another indication of his enjoyment.

You let your hands massage your boobs before reaching out for the first lingerie set, it was a dark red, with a black lace embellishment around the ass, it was tight around your skin, highlighting your curves in all the right places.

“Spin,” Namjoon commanded, and you obeyed. Twirling around slowly. “So pretty.” He chuckled, standing up to approach you.

His hand run down your back, grasping as your ass before sliding a hand between your legs. Even if this wasn’t a set you were going to choose, you definitely had to buy it now.

“You’re wet already?” He pressed his back against you making your breath stutter.

You nod, reaching your hands behind you to hold him, steadying yourself as he pushes your thighs further apart with his hand. “Bend over.”

He held your waist as you did, you could feel his throbbing member rubbing against you even with the material of his pants and your newly chosen - and ruined - lingerie.

He landed a smack to your ass, causing you to hiss before instinctively pushing back against him, missing the slight pleasure the friction was bringing you.

He stepped away, leaving you bent at the waist. You knew he had sat back down as the chair once again scraped along the floor. You didn’t move, he didn’t tell you to. Not for a few minutes before grumbling “Try the next one.”

There was no need for a verbal response, you didn’t want to waste time talking. You wanted to get this done and have him use you in any way he wanted, the dominating energy he exerted was overwhelming, and overpowering and you basked in it like a flower does the sun.

The blue set came with stockings, the fabric thicker than the last, covering more of your ass whilst being looser around the chest. Not enough to expose your tits but enough that if you were to walk too fast you’d definitely flash a nipple. You hoped you hadn’t looked too awkward shifting between the clothing, wanting to please Joon more than anything.

It took you a little longer to get situated, the stockings getting caught on your toe a few times before you managed to get them on properly. Still, he was pleased, sending praises your way as he motions for you to come closer.

He places the camera on the small wooden stool beside him, setting it up as best he can to have you in view as you fall into his lap, your legs on either side of his. “You like this one?”

“I do.” He runs a hand clumsily up and down your back before letting them fall to your ass. “I love it.”

“We will get these two then.” You mumble, leaning in to kiss him. His hands are firm on your ass, massaging it as a single finger strays further toward your pussy.

The kiss is hot and heavy, clumsy but passionate, you grind down on his lap cussing him to groan into his mouth. You relished in that, the vibrations of his pleasure rocketing through you. “Can’t fuck you here baby.”

“I know.” You pull back further, ceasing the back-and-forth rhythm your hips had fallen into. “Let’s take these and get the second task done.”

Wordlessly he switches the camera off, he was good with that, making sure the public didn’t see something like a location or an employee's face as you walked through the store. He helped you slip your dress back on, putting the chosen - and used - lingerie into the small bags within the room. “I’ll go pay, you finish up here.”

With a chaste kiss to your forehead, he is ducking out of the room, face redder than he probably realised. If the staff didn’t hear you they would definitely know by the look on his face, which made you giggle.

By the time he returned, you were ready, he laced your fingers in his own and started directing you towards the door, you didn’t look at the staff on your departure, they didn’t look at you but they knew the man joined to your hip was yours and that gave you more reassurance than you thought necessary.

*****

“Took you long enough, if you wanted to fuck each other you should have done so a long time ago.” Yoongi was crass, crude even.

Both Hoseok and Jimin were freshly showered, but still, the smell of sex clung to them.

“You’re next baby boy,” Jimin whispered against Yoongi as he walked past him to slump into the sofa. “Let me eat something first.”

“I’ll make some lunch.” Seokjin offered.

With a nod from Jungkook, he was off, ready to satisfy the maknae in any way he wanted. Whether it be food or otherwise.

Jungkook shuffled over, resting his head against Jimins shoulder. Watching both Tae and Hoseok talk in the garden. “How was it?”

“He is awful at sex.” Jimin huffed, a hand coming up to card through Jungkooks hair. “It was fine.”

“You’re an awful liar.” The cam boy laughed, pushing his face further into Jimins neck.

Everyone was somewhat used to the touchiness of the youngest, much like himself Jimin understood that touch calmed Jungkook. It wasn’t rare that he would seek out some form of physical comfort but still, something seemed off. “What’s wrong with you today baby? Snatching earlier, snuggling now. You feeling okay?”

“I'm fine.”

He definitely was not. “What’s wrong?”

“Yoongi Hyung and Seokjin Hyung.”

Jimin looked over to the mentioned men, they seemed normal. Yoongi was sitting at the table, Seokjin begging to fry eggs. “What about them?”

“When you were upstairs, it was like they wouldn’t talk to each other, even Tae said it was weird, I don’t know something just seemed wrong.”

“Have you asked them?” Jimin leans his head against the younger who has shifted to have a clearer view of the kitchen, the open plan proving useful. “They seem okay now.”

“I know but it doesn’t feel it, I don’t want to bring it up to them in case there is something wrong and I make it worse.” The younger deflates, letting out a deep breath. “Maybe they are fine and I’m the problem.”

“Hey.” Jimin turned to cup his face with a look of concern in his eyes. “Why would you say that?”

“I don’t know, I’m going to go and work out for a while, call me when the food is ready.” He slipped out of Jimins hold, ignoring the worried glance he received.

Definitely worried.

Jimin stood walking over to where both Yoongi and Seokjin occupied the space, grabbing their attention as he taps on the table. “What’s wrong with kook?”

“What do you mean?” Seokjin turns, resting the spatula against the counter. “What’s wrong?”

“He thinks that he’s a problem, that you two aren’t okay,” Jimin explains, leaning against the wall.

“We had a discussion last night about the future, the way he put it was “Jin hyung is a therapist, Yoongi Hyung is a doctor and I'm a cam boy.”

“When did he start thinking that's all he is? He loved camming.” Jimin was dumbfounded, truly.

Yoongi shrugged, taking a sip from his coffee cup. “He said he was reading some things on social media.”

“About?”

“About himself, negative ones. Yoongi and I spoke about it this morning in the shower whilst we thought he was asleep but he thinks we are arguing because we were whispering, he said we were faking happiness.” Jimin wasn’t inept, nor was he the most emotional but hearing that their Jungkook thought that way stung a little, surprised him even.

“He has to know how much we love him.” Jimin sounds as if he is pleading, maybe he was. “He has to know…right?”

“I think we need to all talk once Namjoon and YN get home, for now, we should get these tasks finished. He will be okay, he’s resilient.”

They all knew that to be true, it didn’t stop them from worrying though.

***

“Why is it they chose sketchy-looking stores, I swear if I catch an STD because they couldn’t afford something better I’ll sue.” You groaned, Namjoon laughing in response as you wrap your arm around his bicep.

“It doesn’t look that bad, maybe a little cheap. Most sex shops are.” He was way too confident in that clarification.

“And how would you know.”

Well…”

“Well?”

“Oh look here’s the door let’s go inside”

You stopped dead in your tracks, pulling on his arm. “Kim Namjoon.”

“I went into one before with a friend for his birthday after we turned 18, I wasn’t in there long but it was a crummy run-down place.”

“Maybe we only fit the class for a crummy run-down sex shops.” You laughed, his hand slipping to rest around your waist. “Let’s get this over with, I want to get home already.”

“Desperate?” He was too amused at the situation.

You narrow your eyes. “Shut up.”

He held his hand up in defence. “Okay okay let’s go.”

“Turn the camera on.” You instruct, leaving him to walk ahead.

You hear the distinctive bleep of the camera starting, time to put on a show. The store had less staff than the last, only occupied by a middle-aged man. It’s not as if anyone would be coming to rob a sex shop anyway. He was too far away to hear anything, so putting on your best innocent look you turn to Namjoon, an irresistible pout plastered across your face. “Oh, daddy will you help me choose some toys so you can play with me?”

“Yn!” He whisper shouts, eyes darting to the worker.

Despite his warning, you pushed. If he wanted to keep teasing you’d rile him up enough to give you what you wanted. “Please Daddy, I’ll be good.”

“You're so pretty when you beg.” his voice was warm. “Let's go choose these toys and get you home.”

You led him further into the store, careful not to trip on the three stairs at the entryway. “It has to be something useable outside. Maybe a small vibrator and nipple clamps?”

“Do you think you’d be able to walk around the garden with a vibrator inside of you?” He cocked an eyebrow, his face a mask of amusement.

“Is that a challenge? Because I definitely could.” You couldn’t, you knew you couldn’t, and you were setting yourself up for failure.

“Fine, let’s go get one.” He points over to the wall of sealed toys, you don’t hesitate before approaching, and neither does Namjoon. “What about this one, perfect size for you right?”

You turn to see what he’s looking at, almost choking with laughter when you do, the long neon green vibrator outshining anything else. “Are you serious?”

“What’s wrong with it?” He asks, pulling it off the shelf to look at the back of the packet. “It seems okay”

“Joon it’s bright green and way too big. We need smaller ones.” You sigh taking a step back to scan the wall. “Like that!” You point out a light purple bullet vibratory, attached to a remote control. Perfect.

He helped you get it down as it was a few shelves too high for you, his bigger frame coming in handy so as not to disturb the shopkeeper. “Now one more baby.”

“Are you still recording? I wonder if they will even have any good content from this.” You weren’t bothered if they did, you couldn’t really care about the show at this point.

“I am, what else do you want?” He asks,

You looked around once again, dismissing the butt plugs, collars and blindfolds. Binding and sensory deprivation was okay but definitely not in the open. “I’m not sure, I don’t want anything too obvious.”

“How about you let me choose?” He offers, clearly with an item in mind. You try to follow his gaze but you couldn’t. Once again, he had the perk of being taller.

To be honest, you wanted to go home, the separation from everyone seeming weird. “Nothing neon.” you resign. Taking a step closer to the door to let him browse.

You wince when you finally realise what he chooses, the item being somewhat familiar - nipple clamps. Even if you had a valid reason to protest you couldn’t as he was already heading to pay.

You were sure you wouldn’t survive with the vibrator, but this? No way were you going to be able to walk the length of the garden and not orgasm.

You were just setting yourself up for failure. Usually, you’d be okay with that, but not now, not with this prize at stake.

****

“You’re evil.” Yoongi huffed out of breath, cum trickling down his pale thighs. “Evil man.”

“You loved it.” Jimin sighed, a hand rubbing the orders back, his fingertips grazing against the top of Yoongis ass.

“I did.” Yoongi leans in, stealing another kiss from Jimin. “It felt good.”

“Is that a thank you I hear?”

Yoongi laughs, pulling himself out from the sheets, slipping on a shirt. “You wish.”

“I prefer you when you’re begging for an orgasm.” Jimin tutted, standing to slip his pants back on. “So just you and Hoseok now.”

“What’s the deal with you two?” Yoongi asks, way too bluntly.

It catches jimin off guard. “He forgot something that I’d have liked him to remember.”

“Seems serious.” Yoongi gruff a, tugging a knot out of his hair. “Did you resolve it?”

“It’s not perfect by any means but better.” He didn’t hate Hoseok, far from it. He wouldn’t admit it but as stubborn as he was he had developed a new found liking if the older, beyond the toleration he had been doing. “Should I get him so you can finish up?”

There was still a blow job to give after all. “Sure. Might as well finish now.”

“I’ll send him up,” Jimin confirms, kissing the older one on his cheek as he disappears out of the door.

Yoongi was relieved to have a few minutes to let the blush die down. He wasn’t entirely sure when he started to become so affected by every touch or the intimate moment but he was, he could understand Jungkook and YN more, and the desire to be with everyone in some form was growing.

“I heard you were waiting for me.” The doctor all but jumped out of his skin as Hobis's hand touched his shoulder.

“Fuck Hoseok!” Yoongi pants bringing a hand to his heart. “I was but I think I’ll reconsider that blow job now because my heart is going pound out of my chest any moment now.” Yoongi sassed.

Hobi had never been one to get outwardly dominant with him before, Yoongi had only caught glimpses here and there, never being the sole subject of it. It would be a lie to say he wasn’t interested, Hoseok was an attentive man, his dominating aura even more attractive. “How do you feel about face slapping?”

The question threw Yoongi off, he certainly wasn’t expecting that. “I don’t have any outward feeling about it, I think it could be enjoyable. I'd say it’s more so a green of mine, why?”

Hoseok raised his hand from Yoongis' shoulder to tap his face with it, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to stun him. “Don’t sass me again. I promise it won’t bode well.”

“I- okay.” Yoongi was hard, definitely hard.

“Boxers off, On your knees.”

Words weren’t necessary, not when he was already removing the garment and falling to his knees, albeit with a lack of grace.

“Take your shirt off.” The Dom was quick to free his cock pulling the half-hard member out. Waiting until Yoongi had removed his shirt before approaching. “You know what to do don’t you or should I spell it out for you?”

“Y-yes.” Yoongi stuttered, it was adorable. “I know.”

He brought his hands up to Hoseoks cock, wrapping a hand around it as he tugged on it, his finger grazing over the tip drawing a hiss from the younger. “Use your mouth.”

This was where Yoongi shined, really. He wrapped his lips around the tip sucking gently before sliding down, essentially deep-throating. he held himself there for a few seconds before the urge to breathe overwhelmed him. “Look at you, trying so hard just to please my cock. I didn’t tell you to stop though. The next time you pull away I won’t be so nice.” Hoseok cooed, a fake grin plastered on his face as he guides Yoongis's mouth back onto himself.

I want to see you on the edge, Hoseok instructs. Yoongi reaches down and grabs his dick, giving it a few light pumps. The Dom is pleased, a hand rough in the others hair” Yeah, like that." Hoseok reach���s down and thimbles the doctors nipple between his fingers. "Make yourself feel good."

Yoongi needed no help in doing that, despite the fact he secretly wished it was the Dom making him feel good he was all too eager to get off as he gagged around Hoseoks cock as he began fucking his throat.

The noises were obscene, yoongis moans stuck in his throat as he continues fucking into his hand, the sound of spit and his useless gags around the ruthless Dom using his throat as nothing more than a hole to fuck.

“I’m going to cum down your throat and you’re going to swallow it, if I see so much as a drop escape we will be doing it again.”

Yoongi sucked eagerly in response, hollowing his cheeks as he let the other plough into him, stilling only when he began to cum. As instructed Yoongi swallowed the tangy liquid, the warmth of it both enjoyable and hard to stomach. The doms hand came up, tapping his cheek. He opened his mouth in response, proud he had done what was asked of him.

Hosoek hummed, pleased. “Get yourself off on my leg.”

“W-what?” Yoongi strained, his voice weak.

“Get yourself off on my leg, I want to watch you cum undone beneath me. Understand?” He asked, eyeing the older for any discomfort. “What’s your colour?”

“Green.”

“Then?” Hosoek stared, expectantly. “Rut your Pathetic cock against my leg.”

His limbs being exhausted didn’t help but still, he wrapped himself around the doms leg, angling his hard cock against his calf. Using his own leg to trap his cock he began thrusting, wincing as the fabric of Hoseoks pants caused friction. “You have no idea how pretty you look like this.”

That was encouragement enough for Yoongi, he rutted harder against the younger. With a few more sloppy thrusts yoongis cock spurted all over himself, Hoseok and the floor. He slowly stilled himself, thankful for the strength of the other to hold them both.

“So good. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

Yoongi nodded, a shower sounded good right about now.

***

With a text from Sejin indicating you were allowed to choose somewhere to eat out providing it wasn’t too long you’d stopped off at a convenience store where you both chose to eat ramen, the food fitting for the outing, even the driver settling down in the car with some gimbap.

With the cameras, off and no one around you were able to talk freely. “It’s so weird to be outside, this whole day has felt weird.”

“It has, I don’t think any of us were expecting the bomb task to be like this, it’s never been so public before. I didn’t even think they would want a show like this conducted in public.” He brings his ramen-laden chopsticks to his mouth, inhaling the food.

You swallow your own mouthful, resting an arm atop the table. “I just think it’s-“ weird? “Different.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yeah.” You nod, bringing another loud of noodles to your mouth. “Go ahead.

“How are you feeling about the show?”

“Honestly? I think I’m starting to hate it, the rules and eliminations are just making things harder. It was fine until there were real feelings involved, what about you?” You turn the question.

He shrugs, staring out the dirty window before turning back to you. “I like the fact we get to be together all the time.”

That was another thing you loved about Namjoon, he was almost always optimistic, with a hopeful mindset allowing him to focus on the positives rather than the negatives. “Me too. I think hobi took the elimination okay.”

“It really doesn’t bother us, maybe in the beginning but now it’s just pointless being upset about. Especially as there are only a few more weeks before it’s all over.” He was right, only a few more weeks.

“Times gone way too fast.” You pout, despite the stress of the show none of you seemed eager to enter back into the real world.

“Talking of, if you finished we should head back.” The driver explained, poking his head around the store's door.

“Oh right, yeah sorry, coming now.” Namjoon stands, taking both your empty pots, and depositing them into the trash.

The driver was older and somewhat oblivious. The light sound of the music playing from the radio is a welcome filler to the quiet environment of the car. Namjoons hand rest against your own on your thigh.

Despite the fact you were going home you were far from being done with the fun you had in mind. You slipped your hand from under his moving it to rest on his own thigh, every few seconds edging it closer to his clothed bulge. He shifted in his seat, shooting you a look that should have discouraged you.

It did not.

You felt your little finger graze his cock, it wasn’t enough of a touch to cause him to react but the way he brought his hand to his mouth whilst he pretended to look out of the window make you preen knowing that you could get him like that.

So that’s how the journey continued, you edging closer and closer, touching him with a finger or two only to pull away after a few intense seconds. Only pulling away when the house came into view.

You’d seen the look he wore only a handful of times, only when he was walking the line between soft boyfriend Namjoon and daddy Namjoon.

You bid your thanks and farewell to the driver before obliviously turning towards the garden, aimlessly looking around. Until Namjoon grasped your arm, redirecting you to the house.

“Inside.” His voice is stern, you don’t question it, if anything you find yourself walking faster.

You slip off your shoes as he does, placing the few shopping bags on the ground, the house was quiet, with no one on the lower floor. Before you could explore you found yourself being pulled in the direction of the couch, Namjoon sitting down before pulling you over his lap causing you to squeal.

“You teased me all day, ignored my warnings and disobeyed me completely. I’m going to spank you 15 times and you’re going to count them. Understood?”

“Yes, Daddy.” You smirked, you knew it would work.

His hand came down unsuspectingly, you kicked your legs in response.

“Count.”

“One.”

Another slap. “Properly.”

“One Daddy.”

“Good girl.”

His hand came down again, and again and again, and each time you jerked, the force of his palm much firmer than you were expecting. You could feel yourself growing wet. You were sure yo ass was red as the last hit came. “Fi-fifteen Daddy.”

“Good girl, you did so good baby.” He chimed, pulling you up to sit in his lap.

He held you for a while, rocking your bodies back and forth on the couch. “The house is too quiet.”

“I think their instructions probably said something about not interfering with our task.” His voice was reassuring.

“Makes sense.” You whisper back, letting him lull you into a soft state.

You knew it had hardly been long when he slid you from his lap, helping you regain your balance. “You have to go and get changed, do you need help?”

“No I’ll be okay, I’ll be back in a little.” You grab the bags on the way to the stairs, skipping two at a time despite the way your legs felt limp.

With the blue lingerie on you slip the bullet vibrator inside, along with the nipple clamps. Thankfully he had chosen the adjustable ones so they didn’t hurt too much, the dark material covered it well. Although you were much more unsure about the vibrating device, especially so considering Namjoon would have the control.

You’d only been given 20 minutes to get yourself arranged, namjoons spanking using most of that time. With one final check, you exited down the stairs, the occupants that had been missing earlier were all seated on the couch at your entrance.

“Wow.”

“Beautiful.”

“So sexy, so perfect.”

“You’re gorgeous.”

“Fuck, you have no idea what you do to me.”

“You look amazing.”

You blushed at their responses, heading towards Namjoons side sliding him the control. “Let’s get this done with. Do you have the camera?”

“Yes, we can go out if you’re ready.” He rubbed a hand against your back. “You don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

“I’m okay.” You nod, giving the others a look before heading outside. It wasn’t cold, far from it. It was no different from wearing lingerie but for some reason, it seemed much more intimate. Especially with the other six watching.

You didn’t even have a second to adjust yourself when the device began buzzing inside of you, if it wasn’t for Namjoon standing beside you to steady you then you were sure you would have face-planted the floor. “Careful baby, daddy’s got you.”

You knew that, they always had you.

You began walking, the villa was big, maybe it wasn’t until now that you realised just how big. The weight of the nipple clamps brings you a pleasurable pain, your orgasm coming and going in waves, Namjoon knowing just when to give you a break.

“The questions?” You ask, focusing on the floor beneath you as he walks a few steps behind, a camera on you.

“They are pure filth.” He laughs, pulling out the list from his pocket. “Question one, describe your dirtiest fantasy.”

“Free use, being tied up and left all day, not knowing when someone will fuck me next.” You put it blunt enough that he stuttered.

“W-wow. Okay. Wow, that’s… okay. Next question, what’s something you secretly enjoy.”

There wasn’t much left to be a secret at this point, “I guess I’d say overstimulation? Not being able to escape the pleasure whilst someone else can do as they puh- fuck- please.” You bit your lip, stifling a moan, stilling yourself for a moment to clench your thighs together. Namjoon nudged you forward a little, he wanted you to continue walking, so you did.

“Third question, what’s your least favourite punishment.”

That was an easy answer. “Denial, at the same time I love it. Knowing I could give it to myself but won’t.” You stood straight as the device stopped completely, turning back for an answer.

“Thought you liked denial.” He smirked.

You shook your head, already regretting the things this quiz was making you reveal. “Not like this no, just, more please?”

He pointed ahead of you, you continued walking and the vibratory continued. The chain of the nipple clamps ratting every time you trembled over in pleasure.

“Fourth question. What’s your favourite punishment?”

You recalled his earlier “correction” of your disobedient behaviour. “Spanking.”

He laughed at that, flicking the vibratory up a notch. “Cute. We are halfway, fifth question - dominant or submissive?”

“I find myself leaning more to submissive, ah, but I have my moments, I li-like domination bu-bu-but I’m not as sure in it, I think that’s why I may lean more towards submission, there’s more familiarity.” You moaned this time loud enough that has anyone else had been around they would have heard it. Your hand come to cover your mouth.

Namjoon didn’t take too favourably to that, reaching out to stop your arm. “Don’t, you sound beautiful.”

“Okay.” You nodded. You let yourself lean into his arm, resting your head back against his chest light vibrations causing your legs to shake. You were so dangerously on the edge. “Hurry.” You breathed, your pace picking up.

“Sixth question- favourite person to dominate.”

You suck in a breath, Namjoon once again toying with the level of the vibrations. “I think I’d have to go with Tae and Jungkook as equals, Taehyung is lovely to have in pet play, and Jungkook begs so beautifully. Both give me whiplash.”

You could tell he wanted to get through this as much as you, you were a few minutes away from reaching the door again. “Seventh question, favourite person to be dominated by.”

“Couldn’t - can’t - decide.” You moaned again, your legs nearly giving out underneath you. “All dominate me in their own way, love them all.”

He laughed at the next one. “Eight question, do you masturbate in the house alone?”

You struggled to catch your breath, the idea of giving up and rubbing your cunt until you came was all too appealing, but still, you answered. “N-no, only once or twice. The bathroom- no cameras.” You weren’t ashamed, in the beginning, you were still coming into yourself, you found yourself sneaking off once or twice to have a few private moments, you were much more sure of how to ask for what you wanted, the need of self-pleasure no more when you have 7… well 3… ready to please you.

“I wonder what everyone else will think about that. Ninth question- would you ever want a life with some form of domination every day.”

Oh, that. “No, well it depends, not all day every day, something every day maybe.” Even you noticed your answer had changed from the resounding no you gave just a few weeks ago.

“Last one baby you did so well.” He helps you stand straight, lowering the toy to allow you a moment to focus. “What words or phrases turn you on most.”

“Degrading one’s, even if they are soft.” You were thankful for the ease of the question.

You see Sejin Hovering around as you reached the door, you suddenly felt way too exposed. Namjoon seemed to realise and slipped of his thin jacket, letting you wrap yourself in the large material.

“I just need the camera.” He explains, Namjoon hands it over waving goodbye to the producer.

You squealed unsuspectingly as he wrapped an arm around you, reaching down to carry you bridle style.

He carried you inside kicking off his shoes as he rushed to lay you down on the couch, turning the vibrator up to the highest function, his hand coming down to massage your clit. Ignoring the other eyes on you as he brought you closer to the edge. You writhed against him, moaning endlessly as your orgasm tore through you. The haziness took over as you felt yourself cum.

“Fuck, you squirted baby.” You heard someone say, you couldn’t make out who, the overstimulation becoming far too much. “Can’t take it.” Your words were slurred, and weak.

“Thought this was your guilty pleasure sweetheart, just take it like a good girl for Daddy.” Namjoons hand was caressing you as he held your arms down.

It was only a few seconds you were sure but eventually, the vibrations become enough to make you cry, you were sure you were crying when it finally switched off. “So good, you did so fucking good, I love you I’m so proud of you.”

You relaxed at the praise, shifting to hide in his large frame, happy that you had been good. “Shower.”

“You wanna shower baby girl?” Yoongi asked this time, you felt him stroking your hair from behind, partly the reason you couldn’t turn around, they were all watching.

“Yes. Please.”

“So polite.” You were sure that was Seokjin.

You whine as Yoongi pulled away, missing his comfort instantly but he shushed you. “I’ll go run you a bath, Namjoon can bring you up in around 10 minutes okay?”

“Mhm.” It’s not like you had a choice.

True to his word Yoongi ran you a bubble bath which Namjoon helped you into, cleaning you off before excusing himself to let you relax a little, explaining he would ask Seokjin to make you something to eat.

The water grew cold and you decided it was time to get out, drying yourself off you threw on some shorts and one of, Jungkooks?, T-shirts.

You heard the door click shut as you reached the bottom of the stairs, still towel-drying your hair as you went. “Was someone here?”

“No, why?” Yoongi wraps a hand around your waist, kisses planted against your nape.

You shrugged leaning back into his touch. “I just thought I heard the door”

“No doll.” He responds, his hands pressing into your hips a little firmer than necessary.

You had your hopes up, wanting one thing and one thing alone for your reward. “So, how did it go today?”

“All completed.” He murmurs, distracted by the necklace of kisses he was forming around your neck.

“Time to ask for our prize.

“And that is?”

“You’ll see.”

[the---hermit]

03|10|2023

Today I woke up with a sore throat for no apparent reason. The weather here has been way hotter than it should be in October, and the last day I was subjected to public transport's ac was Friday so it's weird that I am having a reaction now. I have been drinking sage and chamomile tea with lots of honey made by my uncle's bees all day, but even though that I can feel I am not at my best. I just really hope this will pass and won't turn into a cold or something worse. My lovely mom went to the herbalist and got me some balsamic drops to help a little bit during the day, and they are really good, I need to remember to pack a few in my backpack. I really didn't need this right now, because for the whole day I struggled even more to focus and I felt even more tired than the past few days. I really hope I'll get better as soon as possible.

cozy hobbit autumn activities and productivity:

read first thing in the morning

gathered fresh sage from my garden

worked on recorded lectures of my power practices and men theories class (I worked on one whole lecture and on the first 20/30 minutes of the second one)

wrote the first draft of a book review I will be posting soon

downloaded the critical articles on Richard II that the professor uploaded for us (I will have to only chose and read/study one but I have not yet looked into them nor decided)

continued reading Richard II (I am almost done with the third act)

made a tiny sleep tracker on my bullet journal since I want to get back into tracking it

listened to the newest episode of re:dracula (and oh boi is was a journey™)

worked a bit on my crochet project

daily Irish practice on duolingo

📖: The Book Of Lost Things by John Connolly, Richard II by William Shakespeare

[kiraridertime03]

My Adventures With... Supermen?

Alright, so, I just got done watching the third episode of My Adventures with Superman's second season, Fullmetal Scientist. Great episode, fun episode, as per usual. However, certain inclusions have me scratching my head, leading me to only one big question...

Which would be a spoiler, so beware below, but...

Are they gonna kill Superman?

Now, I am not confident in this conclusion at all, it is purely because of two primary character inclusions in the past few episodes that seem to be pointing in this direction. It could mean nothing, but I am crazy.

To see what I mean, we need to jump back to the 90's. One of DC's major events within that period was titled Reign of the Supermen. It was a story that was spread across the 4 main Superman comics of the time, Superman, Action Comics, Superman: The Man of Steel, and Adventures of Superman (ha). This brief storyline, in short, followed 4 Superman Related characters as they vie for the role of his successor. This is because, right before this, Superman famously died.

Yeah, this event is the sequel to the Death of Superman, and builds up to his revival at its end. It wasn't very long, less than a year, but it is there. However, what is important for now is who our four Supermen are.

The first, who we'll skim over because he is least important right now, is The Eradicator, some freak alien who steals Clark's body and takes his identity. The details currently don't matter, though keep a lookout for their stupid glasses!

The second is Conner Kent's Superboy. This is the clone one made up of Clark and Lex's DNA. You may recognize him from the series Young Justice, however, at this point, he was in his Leather Jacket Era, not his black T-Shirt era.

However the final two are more interesting to see. The first we'll talk about is Cyborg Superman. He was once astronaut Hank Henshaw, but he got all fucked up in space, blaming Superman for it for plot reasons. When he eventually died because of space, he was able to upload his mind into a almost clone body of Superman with Robot bits. He then claims to just be Superman revived. Eradicator does this too, but it's funnier for him.

Finally, there is who is one of the more popular characters we see in this event, probably only rivaled by Conner, that being John Henry Irons, aka Steel. He is the only one without Super in the name, having designed to design a suit that helps him be like Superman, though he also gives himself a rad as hell hammer because John Henry. He was later played by Shaq.

So, now we jump back to present day, with MAWS's second season. The first episode draws the gang to S.T.A.R. Labs in Coast City (A place important to the Reign of the Supermen arc for reasons we don't have time to get into and probably won't get into because it probably won't happen exactly like the comic if it does happen in the show) and we meet Hank Henshaw. Neat, me and many others think. It makes sense, he is a space science guy, so might as well draw on a character from the lore. Plus, it gives the creators the opportunity to do a Cyborg Superman later down the line, as this show does love its robots. However, I didn't think much more of it. That was until Episode 3, an episode primarily dedicated to introducing John Irons and making him Steel, if briefly. Now, on its own, this is still innocuous, he is a fairly popular Superman character, and they do a great job with him, I love his larger bodied design.

However, things become suspicious when these two are introduced in such rapid succession. The writers want these Supermen in play for... something. It, of course, hasn't introduced all of them. There has really been no trace of Eradicator, and it seems weird to have Lex cloning Superman this early in the show. So, while we have half of the Supermen here, we aren't quite there yet. Although... We do have another Super nearing us very soon.

Much of this season's arc seems to be prepping for the introduction of Supergirl, Kara Zor-El. You know her, she got her own TV show, she's probably more popular than most of the characters we've seen in this post. However, we don't know too much about her role in the season past that. From what we've seen from annoyingly spoilery Toonami bumbers, she's probably being controlled by the remnants of the Kryptonian empire, whether it be ruled by Zod or Braniac, and whether it being of her own volition or not, and her current arc seems nebulous. However, Superman has built up quite the positive reputation even just in the single season we've seen him in. Imagine the kind of pressure, whether she has taken an antagonistic role in the past of the series or not, that it may place on her if Superman "dies" (or get sent across the galaxy or captured by the government and made to be presumed dead by the public or something). Especially if she has to take down an evil Cyborg claiming to be her cousin.

Do I think this will happen this season. It's probably too early to say, but I find it to be... doubtful. I have my doubts to them ever "killing" Superman, fakeout or not. If they did, it would probably be a season finale cliffhanger before having a 2 episode premier the next season with a Reign/Return of Superman arc the next season. However, they definitely want to do something Reign related at some point. Whether that means "killing off" Supes is yet to be seen. Though, given how close the two arcs are to each other and how much the government (Amanda Waller) wants to kill Superman, I wouldn't be surprised.

Long story short... Uh... Good episode, fun episode. I like this show a lot and I hope it keeps being good.

[hpowellsmith]

Hello there! I've been wanting to replay the older Baldur's Gate games, and was searching around for mlm NPC romance mods. I saw yours mentioned and found your site with some googling, but it seems the place they were hosted at is gone now (Spellhold Studios). I was wondering if you still have the mods available somewhere? Either way, I hope you have a great day!

OK, this has made go down a modding-community rabbit hole! I hadn't done anything with our Baldur's Gate 2 mods, or looked at them really, since 2015 and I really appreciate it because they're something that brought my wife and I a ton of joy, and they were the first interactive narratives I made.

Links, descriptions, and comments below because it is Long:

I got in touch with folks on the Gibberlings3 forum which is, wonderfully, still going strong, and have given permission for Faren and Nathaniel to be uploaded to the Spellhold Studios GitHub (which has a bunch of other mods too - do check out Adrian, Isra, and Ninde in particular!) to the team maintaining it. That may be a little while as some of the team are ill right now, but once I hear that it's done, I'll post about it here; I've also been pointed to some links where the mods were mirrored. Note that I haven't tested these myself on a current BG2 install, but it is easy to uninstall WeiDU mods if there's a problem.

Faren is a bisexual True Neutral fighter/thief (I can't remember if he's dual-classed or multi-classed) who's easygoing, down-to-earth, and up for partying, with a bit of a checkered past - his adventuring party died in one of the dungeons you can visit in BG2, and since then he's been picking up dodgy jobs, feeling a bit adrift, and trying to get his life back on track. That's where the PC comes in! You can befriend him or romance him (starting with either a casual or more committed tone, then committing further if you want to), and he has a personal quest in which a shady figure from his past wants him to do one last job. He was our third mod, and we'd developed our skills with writing and scope a lot by then. When I play BG2, I play with Faren! You can currently download Faren here. It's the version updated in 2015 with more banters with modded NPCs and the Enhanced Edition characters; there may be compatibility issues installing it with other newer mods but do give it a try.

I found The Luxley Family, which was our second mod, on the GitHub here. From a cursory (rusty) glance it looks like it should be compatible with Enhanced Edition, but the storyline is only for Shadows of Amn and doesn't continue into Throne of Bhaal. Sebastian and Andrei (Chaotic Neutral bard with a custom kit and Lawful Neutral monk respectively) are members of a mysterious, reclusive family who are under a curse. Sebastian's a worldly playwright who's showing his polite but moody teenage cousin Andrei the sights when they bump into the PC. They aren't romanceable, but you can have a fling with Sebastian, who's bisexual, if you let/help him mess up his life sufficiently.

Nathaniel is a Lawful Good gay fighter with a lot of feelings. He was our first mod and I am really proud of the impact he had on a lot of people and even other games back in the day, but if you play, go in expecting a LOT of feelings good and bad, relationship drama, and angst! (There's something very sad about the fact that as teens we could not imagine a D&D setting without homophobia back then; the idea of a knightly order thinking well of gay people just didn't cross our minds. it's extraordinary how much better a lot of things are now, including the queerness in D&D streams, books, and of course Baldur's Gate 3. Interestingly, we didn't include homophobia in the Luxley Family or Faren and I don't remember how conscious that was; maybe we'd become more hopeful by then.) You can download an outdated version of Nathaniel here but I don't think it will be compatible with Enhanced Edition.

Thank you so much for messaging! I didn't realise they weren't able to be downloaded anymore and I am really keen for digital art to be preserved (as well as players getting to smooch hot guys, of course).

(Digression - my wife and I have a couple of almost-finished mods on our computer: a lesbian cleric of Talos which she wrote, and a bi Valygar romance that I wrote. And, if it's among two computers' ago worth of external hard drive storage, the ending for the Luxley Family story. Who knows, maybe one day...)

[shoko-komi]

The Komi Report - Communication 455

This week in Komi Can't Communicate:

A little crime...

...and a little date.

Read It: Mangareader Mangakakalot Viz Media (Now open to the UK, Ireland, New Zealand, and Australia!) Mangadex

Lily Sukida was here only a moment ago, how could she miss the yuri date?

We're already on the last day of the culture festival... U_U it's not over yet so there may be more to come, but it seems to be a very short and quiet one for Year 3. Even the traditional Tadano force-fem had to be slipped in quickly without much fanfare... still, if the Sukida emoi surprise attack is the climax of the fun, then that's a damn good high to hit.

This chapter is cute! Some Najimi mischief is always welcome. And the TadaKomi date is sweet. It's more of the same from them, but I don't mind that. I like more of the same, if it's something I like. I've already talked a bunch of times about how much Komi has grown, so I'll skim over that even though I love to see it. I'll also skim over the date since all I have to say is "cute!!!". I'm also ignoring the appearance of a certain individual. I am the ignorer.

In my mind palace, Tadano goes girlmode permanently. I think it would improve the manga (the bias opinion of a himejoshi). I daydream of a fanfic about Tadano coming out as a trans girl - he helped Komi break out of her shell and become the person she wanted to be, so it would be narratively beautiful for her to turn around and help Tadano do the same. That would be the major arc of the third year if I was writing this

Komi is with me on this. She'd love it

Dastardly creature...

Isagi hype!!! And I forget the name of Isagi's student council subordinate but I'm glad to see her too. Actually, Isagi's term as President ended, right? I guess she moved on to organising paramilitaries. Good for her.

Tadano always cops it when Najimi causes trouble asjkldbnaljsdnalsdjasdnalskd

Anytime Komi talks with a different font than her usual soft cursive I go crazy for it.

Komi should kill. I want her to kill. The girls are out for blood (I'm girls)

Michita hype!!!!!! You and me both, Michita.

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Some good news!! You may have noticed up above in the links section, but Viz Media has made their manga available to a handful of countries outside North America. No longer will I have to connect my VPN to servers in Miami to read new Komi as quickly as possible. Weh heh heh (satisfied laugh)

They also uploaded a few chapters to Mangadex. I don't know what's going on there or if it will continue.

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A nice chapter (～￣▽￣)～

It looks like next week is a rest week for Oda, so I'll see you in a fortnight! Until then, stay safe 💞