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[smutoperator]

Crossing The River

Cho Miyeon, "Megan" Park Jiwon, Nicha Yontararak (Minnie) x Male Reader

Tags: anal, creampie, daddy talk, dirty talk, (lots of) deepthroat, facial, painal, role-playing, spa sex, threesome (FFM)

Word count: 10811

Morning time

The life of a regular worker in South Korea isn't easy. The long, steinous shifts, the lack of labor protection laws, and proposals to extend workdays to over 20 hours are the rule there. And they are even worse for the very few foreign workers like you, milked to earn every extra cent businesses want to get. It was barely 6 a.m. on a Saturday morning when you got a call from your workplace saying you had to work today. You had very little time to prepare yourself, and even on a Saturday, the morning train commute from Incheon to Seoul was just as crowded as on a typical weekday. You arrived 2 minutes late, which led to your always rude boss scolding you.

"You can't come in late; we have a very important pair of guests today, and I assigned you to their room," your boss yelled at you. You didn't answer anything; your face just looked disgruntled as you prepared yourself for the job. Today, you were going to take care of the spa's luxury accommodations. Normally, there is more than one person there, but the spa was severely understaffed. But you were all alone and already dreading the experience of being overworked on what was supposed to be a rest day.

You entered the main room, which was empty. You started searching for the guests in the bedroom, the massage room, and the manicure room, but couldn't find them. It took a while, but in your last search, you finally found a pair of women lying on a bathtub with just their beautiful faces and soft feet, not underwater.

"You're a little late," Miyeon told you. "I apologize," you immediately answered her back. "No worries; I'm sure you can make up for it," Jiwon said. "Thanks; I'll do my best," you replied back. "Sure, you can; you can start with our feet," Miyeon continued. You quickly obliged, giving both their feet a massage. "That's good, but you should go further," Miyeon continued. "Tell me, how further do you want me to go?" you asked her back.

"How about we start kissing our little feet?" Miyeon said. It wasn't the first time a client had asked such a thing. You always declined such flirty requests as they were against the spa's rules and could get you fired, triying to explain them about it. But they pushed back. "We are your clients; we make the rules," Miyeon punched back. "Now kiss it." Surely you did, but that didn't let them get happier or anything; it just got them emboldened once they found out you could indeed break the rules. It wasn't long enough until Miyeon asked for more.

"Take those clothes off and jump on the tub," she ordered. Where the hell was she going with it? You started asking yourself. But despite her very direct orders, Jiwon and her were such cuties and reacted so well to your little kissing that you decided the best way to be a good worker was to break your own work's rules as you took your shirt and pants off, leaving just your trousers on, and slowly entered that full of foam and glowing green water tube, going towards Miyeon and Jiwon, who waited for you on the other side of it.

They did indeed have a plan, as you were greeted by Jiwon with a pair of kisses right in your mouth. Miyeon got behind both of you and quickly took the turns as the one kissing you. She had a very torrid yet ultra-romantic way of moving her lips. Soon, Jiwon joined in, kissing your back, and you were already sandwiched by this pair of beauties. If Jiwon was the one handling the more romantic stuff, Miyeon was already thinking of naughtier thoughts, as she was already searching for the bulge under your pants. It was still soft, but that wasn't going to last for long with the touch from her soft little hands.

As Jiwon put her hands on your chest and carressed it, her friend finally took your cock off your trousers. "That's a really nice cock," Miyeon said, leading Jiwon to giggle behind you. Jiwon tried to get her hands on it, but Miyeon quickly closed her window, bumping her chest against your bare belly. Both Miyeon and Jiwon took the top of their one-piece bathing suits off, and Miyeon got a good grab of your cock, sliding it slowly between her soft boobs. as she got on her knees. Jiwon once again tried to join as she touched her friend's breasts while they gave your cock a little massage. 

Miyeon slapped your cock on her boobs and gave you a naughty look, prompting you to retribute with a hot and long kiss. Jiwon didn't want to be left out of the fun for long and pushed herself in front of you as both pushed you to the edge of the tub and got on their knees with only their heads not underwater to take turns licking your already thobbing head. Jiwon took it in her mouth first, while Miyeon moved her tongue around your shaft. As Jiwon sucked you deeper, Miyeon shifted her focus to your balls before getting her turn, while Jiwon moved her body up for some more kisses and a little lick of your chest.

"Do you like how my girlfriend sucks your cock, baby?" Jiwon played with you, pretending Miyeon was her girlfriend. "For sure, she's so sexy," you replied, hugging Jiwon as she rested her face on your chest, and both of you watched Miyeon suck you off. Miyeon let out a smirky laugh, almost telling you not to steal her "girlfriend," as Jiwon moved back down and sucked your shaft with more intensity, making you curse for the first time as it reached the depths of her throat. She kept sucking it faster and harder, while Miyeon was now the one licking your chest and getting your kisses. Jiwon was having a lot of fun, enjoying your good reactions as moans as she sucked your prick, leading Miyeon to take a watch as her younger girlfriend kept going.

"You weren't expecting this, weren't you?" Jiwon asked as she kept moving all the way up and down your shaft, giving it hard strokes and fast licks. "You want some more?" Miyeon asked. "Yes, she's so good," you replied. "Then let's go inside," Miyeon said just as Jiwon stopped, and you kissed them both, staring at their beautiful, cute smiles.

Miyeon and Jiwon dried their bodies but still kept their messy hairs wet as they moved towards the bedroom. Now all three of you were naked as Jiwon still led the charge, now simultaneously kissing you while stroking your cock while Miyeon scratched her long nails in your back. You then turned around and gave Miyeon more kisses, but Jiwon kept her hands on your cock while you two enjoyed each other. "So hot watching you make out with my boyfriend," Jiwon said, continuing her ambigous role play where she was both your and Miyeon's girlfriend. You embraced it, kissing Miyeon harder in front of your girlfriend and letting her stroke your cock while Jiwon now moved her hands all over your body, carving your armpits and legs, but especially your cock, while Miyeon was now stroking it. You answered your girlfriend's moves, caressing her back and eventually reaching her soft ass.

"Your boyfriend's dick is so cute," Miyeon said to Jiwon, fully embracing the role-playing, getting on her knees and sucking it under the watchful eye of Jiwon, who, looking a little jealous, sought your attention, turning your face towards her for more kisses. "You like how my girlfriend sucks your cock?" she asked while kissing you. "Yes, she is so beautiful," you responded as both settled on their roles of kisser and sucker. But not for long, as the more Jiwon watched Miyeon dive on your hard pole, the more she wanted to join the fun. And what a nasty way she decided to do it! Getting on all fours, Jiwon ducked her diminutive body under yours, going for your balls at first, before putting her chin a little back up and putting her tongue in your asshole.

"Holy shit," you screamed as Jiwon massaged your rim, craving more as you reached your right hand on her hair and pushed her head against your ass. Miyeon was just a few centimeters away from her, still fellating you, but she couldn't even see her friend's face, now fully buried in your anus. You now pressed both their heads against your body, using your right hand to grab Miyeon's hair and have her take a deepthroat. "Show me your tongue," you ordered to her when she gagged, then thrusting your cock back in her mouth soon after at moderate speeds. "Get in my ass, baby," you told Jiwon, albeit in truth she had never left her tongue out of your butthole, feeling on top of the world as you had two beautiful girls on their knees stimulating you.

Jiwon now moved towards your balls, surprising you as her small head suddenly appeared between your legs while Miyeon started a no-hands blowjob. You gave a couple pumps to Miyeon's mouth, rubbing your balls against Jiwon's as well. "Kiss her." The duo continued to gang on your cock, sharing their regular duties. Miyeon is working on your shaft, and Jiwon is working on your balls. It stayed that way until you took Miyeon's hands and got her up, looking at the enticing bad waiting for you just at the side. Jiwon followed suit, getting up just as her unnie did. At first, you just watch them kiss each other, with Miyeon taking most of the initiative. You quickly joined them, tucking Miyeon's wet hair to see their faces better as you put yourself right in the middle, sharing a triple kiss.

"Let's suck this cock," Jiwon said after a few more kisses as both crawled towards you. Miyeon got there first, once again not needing her hands to engulf your big shaft. "You like how I suck your boyfriend's dick, don't you, Megan?" she asked Jiwon, using her English name. She didn't answer, rather asking a question of her own: "Does that pretty little mouth feel good?" as Miyeon continued to take it. "Yes, so hot, baby, keep going," you approved. Megan kissed you as she then went to take a slice of it, only to be met by a possessive Miyeon, with both racing to see who would take the most of your pole. But they once again quickly learned how to share the task, with Miyeon still sucking the shaft while Megan rubbed her tongue open and down on the edges.

You then moved towards giving each of their throats a few soft pumps, alternating between Miyeon and Megan until the latter started bobbing your head in your cock and fucking it in and out of her mouth. "Spit on it," you told her as you facefucked Miyeon, who also spitted on it as you fucked Megan's mouth, then took turns between them with Megan still doing her head-bobbing while Miyeon preferred to be passively throated, finishing with a massive deepthroat, which Megan tried to match and managed to do with ease. "That's hot," you said about their next move as they shared your tip between their lips. "Ohhhh yes," you groaned as Megan once again did her head-bobbing signature move on your cock before climbing up to kiss you and give you the following suggestion.

"I want to see my girlfriend riding your cock," she said to you with her radiant smile. "Wow, she's gonna be even hotter than when sucking that dick," you replied as you got back in bed and prepared yourself for it. Miyeon got on top of you as you rested on Megan's belly before she gave you another kiss. Miyeon sat her ass on your shaft before getting up and lining it to her entrance as Megan caressed your hair. She put it in her pussy and let out a soft angelic moan, with a slow but deep ride from the start, which you found very hot and approved of a lot. "So good inside me," Miyeon said as she bounced on you while Megan sat on your face for you to eat her out.

Miyeon kissed Megan as she kept working on your cock. Her pace was very steady, using the lessons a certain old Japanese friend had given her, even though her ride was softer in comparison to Sana's frenetic pace. Megan chimmed in, kissing Miyeon and then spanking her ass. Miyeon switched her motion, tilting her body down and taking longer thrusts as she sucked Megan's tits when reaching the top of her ride. "Bounce on his cock," Megan ordered her as Miyeon increased her pace while still keeping her friend's tits in her mouth while you ducked your hands in between your bodies and poked her navel. The ride heated up Miyeon. "That feels so fucking good," she said, as Megan watched her while you increased the pace of licking her slit.

Megan reacted to it and started moving her hips in a circular motion as you buried your tongue deep in her folds. Her moans were pretty loud and had plenty of range. She could really showcase her vocal talents in any situation. Miyeon moved to a straighter, faster bounce as Megan increased her loudness, both now overwhelming your body as their tight holes had you on a chokehold. Miyeon's cheeks started to clap against your hips as she kept applying to you the cock-riding teachings of Sana, trading hot kisses with her friend. Megan enjoyed what she was seeing and spanked Mieyon's butt once again, to which Miyeon responded by going even harder.

Miyeon got overwhelmed when Megan came up and started fingering her asshole, which gave you an opportunity to be the one now thrusting upwards against her pussy. Miyeon quickly regained control, but Megan wanted more, replacing her fingers with her tongue as she worked on Miyeon's rectum just like she did on yours. "Oh, that feels amazing," Miyeon moans as she moves towards a slower ride that lets her enjoy Megan's tongue on her ring and even provokes it. "You like licking my beautiful, clean ass and putting your nasty tongue on it, don't you, Megan?" she asked.

"Take it out and suck it." You rewarded Megan's efforts by letting her eat the juices of Miyeon's pretty pussy. "Such a dirty girl," you told her as she put her mouth deep in your cock and grabbed it with her small hands. Miyeon crawled on top of you as you tasted your own cock from her wet folds, taking your shaft by herself once more and starting a 69 while Megan worked on your balls. You couldn't resist for long and thursted your hips up to fuck her warm mouth. Megan surely thanked those efforts as your cock got much wetter as she got ready to jump on it.

Megan rubbed your shaft a little at her entrance before sliding it with ease inside her thin body. "Ahhhhhh!" Her moan was like music to your ears; it had the perfect mix of cuteness and sexiness. She was so small that your cock filled her to the fullest from the start, leading her to take it slow as she filled the room with soft, nasally sounding moans between kisses on Miyeon. Megan kept searching for the better angle, and when she found it, she wasn't afraid of bouncing fast from the start as Miyeon said dirty words to her ear. Megan rode you like she had something to prove, and it wasn't long until her cheeks were clapping between her hard bounces. She was tiny but not afraid of taking a big one, stretching her out to the maximum from the beginning. Her moans got louder, but she kept going.

Her ride didn't last long, as you responded to her aggressive bounce with hard thrusts that hit her cervix every single time, shaping her little hole with your cock. Megan's moans now had gotten so loud that it was like she was singing an opera in bed as she clinged to Miyeon's tits and held herself into her body. You too started groaned at each pump, muffled by Miyeon's slit on top of your mouth. "OH MY GOD, THIS COCK FEELS SO GOOD!!!!" Megan screamed so hard that she almost ended up biting Miyeon's nipples. Her unnie could only laugh, as she was clearly not prepared for it. "AHHHHHH. " FUCKKKK! She screamed again when you slapped her ass. But Megan enjoyed it and wanted to make it harder on herself.

"Choke me hard," she asked Miyeon as her unnie grabbed her neck and had both her pussy and throat now tightened. Miyeon kissed her and granted Megan her wish as her face turned red. But Megan wasn't totally powerless either, taking back control of her ride just as she got choked. Megan was extremely loud in bed; it felt like she was auctioning as she screamed her lungs out. And you wanted to make sure she continued, taking advantage to pound her harder and having zero regard for whether any spa employee could hear you. Miyeon poked her, enjoying the best of both worlds, as she teased Megan while getting eaten out. "Ahahahaha!" Miyeon laughed as she tried to mirror Megan's ride and grinded on your face.

It turns out that just watching was much better. Miyeon let you do the work, resting on your face and resting on the headboard while you grabbed Megan's waist to push her down your shaft, her hands grabbing your knees. "AHHHHHH!" she screamed again as you spanked her butt and moved your hands up to reach her tits. Miyeon was really enjoying it, as she started fingering herself at the action between you and Megan, only interrupting it when she was ready to make her next move.

"I want to take it in my asshole," she said, no ifs ands and buts. Megan was shocked to hear her say it. "I thought you weren't into anal sex," she said. "We can always try to improve," Miyeon replied. She was much more careful. Her butthole was even tighter and made you groan with just the tip in as she tried to ease herself into it. Miyeon kept her hands on your shaft and slowly moved down. You groaned, and she moaned every single time she descended an extra centimeter. You were very kind and let her set the pace and adjust herself, leading into a slow-paced romantic anal fuck as you too filled the room with your soft out-of-breath noises.

"I want you to sit on his face," Miyeon demanded to Megan as she put her hands on your chest and maintained her slow yet sexy ride. Megan climbed back on top of you to muffle your groans as you started blowing hot air into her folds. Miyeon wasn't lying when she said anal was still a challenge to her in contrast to the way she dominated vaginal sex, as just a little extra dig of you inside her made her gasp. Megan took notice and contrasted her enjoyment with Miyeon's struggle. "Oh, I love this filthy tongue in my tight, little pussy," she said to her friend's face as she kissed Miyeon, who kept gasping from time to time.

"God. Holy crap!" Miyeon kept uttering words and clinging to Megan as her riding skills weren't translating to anal. Her friend just watched. It turns out Megan's indifference was what made Miyeon toughen up and finally start adjusting herself to her tight rectum being ripped apart like never before. It helped that Megan finally aided her as she placed her hands on Miyeon's butt and helped spread her ass. Her ring loosening up meant you could increase the pace and thurst a little harder, which Miyeon managed to take, but not totally free of some growing pains.

You quickly showed some mercy towards Miyeon, pulling out as she quickly put her left hand back in her sore hole before putting it back inside and grabbing her ass firmly, making sure to spread it as much as you could. This ended up being much more enjoyable for her, while Megan gave some pats to her friend's back. "Unnie is learning it well," she said when Miyeon finally took some courage to try a faster bounce, which really got her going. However, Megan didn't let it last long.

"I want you to take a turn in my ass," she said. "Yes, baby," you approved. Miyeon ceded her position on top of you but then went to taste her clean, flower-smelling butthole as Megan was making out. "Yes, I want to fuck your ass," you reiterated to Megan, signaling it was her turn. Miyeon gave your tip a little lick and lined it towards Megan's bum as she fingered her anus a little to ease it out for your cock, but even with her friend's helping hand, it still took some time to find it. Similarly to Miyeon, Megan had a tight, tiny hole that made you groan from the moment you got inside it. Unlike her friend, she had much less of an issue taking it in the ass, riding your prick moderately from the start.

"Yes, fuck my big dick," you bragged to Megan, who obliged. "Oh my God," you said as you hit the depths of her anus for the first time. Just like when you take her in the pussy, Megan mantained her style of loud, opera-esque moans. "That's good," you told her just at the time she sttruggled a little, something you couldn't afford to do to Miyeon with another girl sitting on your face. You and Megan quickly develop good chemistry as you thurst upwards inside her butthole much faster than you did to Miyeon. When her moans make her voice crack, you can easily tell it's time to go easier on her, but when she screams perfectly, you know you can pick up the pace.

"AHHHH FUCK," Megan cracks as you dig deeper in her hole. You kindly spread her butt as the edges of her rectum start turning red, reassuring her as she tries to go faster. "Yes, baby, keep going," you encourage her. Megan pushes through; even the pain is somewhat pleasurable to her, as she finally gets on the rythym with wiggling jiggles against your cock that send you over the moon. "I love the way you stretch my ass," she tells you just as you pull out of her. Unlike in Miyeon's case, Megan's butthole is quite gaped, just like her pussy. "Good girl, let's keep going for a little," you tell her as you spank her butt and she inserts your cock back in.

"Spread her ass," you ask Miyeon, who laugs and does it. You reach deeper into Megan's anus, but after a while, you want new challenges as you pull out of her. "Taste your ass, baby," you tell Megan, who dives on your cock as Miyeon takes on your balls before Megan takes it all by herself. "I wanna do my asshole again," Miyeon asks as she challenges herself once more. "Turn around and put your ass up," you ask her as you tongue her ring while Megan fingers herself while watching it. You slap Miyeon's butt and try to ease her entrance as much as possible, knowing she's gonna need it as you get ready to top her. Even after the first fuck, her asshole hasn't changed much and is still tight. You enter it from behind very calmly but manage to insert your full length with ease. Getting on all fours turns out to be a much more comfortable position for Miyeon than cowgirl.

"Oh, fuck, that's perfect," Miyeon tells you, who takes her slow but deep, finding the rhythm from the start. She enjoys it much more this time. "Hmm, you like it in the ass now," you tell her. "Yes, I do," she answers while you look into Megan's eyes and kiss her as she enjoys herself. Megan asks the same question as you did and gets the same answer from Miyeon, who now fingers her friend's pink pussy along with Megan. You go faster, putting Miyeon on the edge; she never got an anal orgasm before, but you are getting there. "So much fucking dick in my ass," she tells you, still in awe. Megan spreads her cheeks, but Miyeon really doesn't need it anymore; she's much better adjusted and in a more preferable position than during the first time. "Wow, you're so deep," she says. Could you be the one who finally manages to unlock her anal pleasures?

You push harder, mounting on Miyeon like you would a more experienced girl. She moans and laughs, just enjoying your dominance over her rectum. "Yes, right there," she says as you continue to pound her. "I'm ready to cum," she says as her hole clenches and she squirts into the bedsheets. Megan is definitely impressed. "I want you to fuck me just like that too," she says right to your eyes as you pull out of Miyeon and give some kisses to her neck and a little pat in the ass in approval. "That's my dirty girl who loves asses," you say as Megan quickly jumps to taste your cock. "Suck it too, baby," you tell Miyeon.

You prepare Megan the same way you prepared Miyeon. Her more flexible asshole means it's an easier job, but you keep it consistent, calmly inserting it in her anus as she reacts with a big smile when you go in. "That's my dirty little slut," you say to her. "You look so good fucking her in the ass," Miyeon says as Megan gives her classic flawless screams. "Yes, take it, my little baby," you tell her. "Make me cum," she orders you as you penetrate her at a 90-degree angle from her body, fully topping Megan as she inches closer to orgasm as she rests her head on the bedsheets. You let Miyeon give you extra help as she spits on Megan's already massively gaped butthole and provides you with the extra grip you need to make her scream her way to orgasm. Megan now rests her entire body in the bed as you pound her ass in a prone bone position and go balls deep on her, to which she eventually caves and cums on the sheets.

Miyeon was the one playing the "dirty girl" role this time, as she chimes in and tastes your cock. But she's actually just preparing herself. She took your cock as deep as she could, making sure it was wet from top to bottom, jerking it off compulsively. As she gave her final spit on it, Miyeon sat on it once again, this time in reverse. "Yes, give me that sexy ass," you told her as she inserted it. "Oh my God," she said as she put it full length inside her anus for a third and final time. "Shit, I love your boyfriend's fucking cock," she told Megan as she started to bounce. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she said as she fingered her needy cunt and adjusted it to your length.

"I love taking this cock," she said with a big smile on her face, riding it faster as you also started pounding her from down low and both your bodies clashed. "More, more, more, more," she asked as she increased her intensity. "Hmm, you love jumping on this fucking cock, baby," Megan poked her. And Miyeon surely did. "I'm ready to bounce this fucking cock until I die," she said. The teachings Sana gave her were finally working, but she was about to get things flipped on her head.

"Lay on me," you "ordered" her, actually just pushing her back towards your chest. You grabbed both Miyeon's legs and took control of the fun. "I love the way your balls fucking clap when you fuck my ass," were her last words. What came after were just moans as you hit her hard and deep, Megan helping you as she fingered Miyeon's pussy. "Taje this cock, Megan said as she helped lift Mieyon's legs fully up in the year. From the dominant girl riding on top of the world, Miyeon was now a submissive slut, taking the roughest anal pounding she ever did in a full nelson. Her butthole was on fire as you obliterated it full speed, giving her no rest whatsoever. But Miyeon didn't mind whatsoever, just searching to cum again as Megan kept rubbing her clit and you kept destroying her insides.

"Wanna cum all over my boyfriend's cock?" Megan asked her. "Yeah," Miyeon replied, twisting as she continued to get stretched out. "Don't stop, don't stop," she commanded. "Ohhhh fuck! Right fucking there," Miyeon said, and you pounded her with all your might. Megan took advantage and gave her a deep kiss. You now had Miyeon's body bouncing in sync with your cock. "That's so fucking deep inside my ass," she said as you pulled out, making an air pop come out of her asshole. Megan was quick to scoop your cock up, not sharing it with her unnie whatsoever, just like Miyeon did earlier to her.

Miyeon rested herself in the bed, feeling a lot of soreness and wondering how she would even walk back to the afternoon practice. Meanwhile, Megan was deepthroating you, wishing for her turn to be even better. "Good, baby, come here and give me your tight little ass," you asked Megan as she sat on top of you. Unlike Miyeon, Megan offered no resistance, letting you pound her hard from the start as she fingered her clit. "AHHHHHH!" she screamed once more as her legs closed, letting you take advantage of her. "Lay down on me," you said just like you did to Miyeon, giving Megan a pounding that made her let out glass-shattering screams, spreading her legs at a 120-degree angle.

"Harder," Megan said, and you granted her wish, making what you did to Miyeon look like child's play. Megan's legs tingled in a way she could barely feel them, while her pussy uncontrollably squirted. "FUCK!" she yelled so hard the whole spa could hear. Miyeon sucked her cute tits as waterfalls were gushing out of Megan's pussy. Now free from your leg locking, Megan just stood sideways as you kept pounding her. "Woahhhhhh!" she screamed, finding new ways to moan and getting you close to cum. "Harder, fuck my ass harder," she kept saying as she got back into a straightened position, even with you taking her to the maximum. "Yes, baby," you obliged as Megan's legs closed and her eyes rolled, leaving her vulnerable to your final attack. "OHHHHH FUCKKKKKK," she said.

You spread Megan's legs in the air one final time, annihilating her asshole to the fullest. "Yes, play with my pussy," she demanded of Miyeon. "FUUUUCK, I'M CUMMING!" Megan screamed as she closed her legs yet again, allowing you to use your right arm and bear-hug her thighs as her pussy covered your cock with juices and Miyeon drank them, but Megan quickly followed up with a good top-to-bottom lick of your pole. You were panting as the rough assfucking of Megan had drained all your energies. As they teamed up on your cock, you warned them. "I'm gonna cum".

Megan shoved Miyeon's back to the bed and got on top of her, ready to get your love milk as a reward for the anal obliteration she just endured, eagerly sucking your big dick to the base. You happily answered her wishes, unloading six shots of love custard in her mouth, with Miyeon scooping what dribbled out of Megan's chin. "Show me your tongue," you asked Megan as you inserted your already flaccid cock in her mouth for her to lick it, but she still sucked it to perfection before swapping the sperm you just dropped in her mouth with Miyeon. "Your boyfriend's cum tastes so good," Miyeon told Megan as they kissed and laughed at each other before licking your cock one final time, with Megan also giving her a few licks on her neck and tits. "This is the best fuck I ever had," were Miyeon's final words.

Afternoon time

The practice was a struggle for Miyeon, as expected. She looked severely out of sync when dancing; her moves were very limited. Her voice looked very powerless as well. Soyeon was quick to notice and intervened as she called her name. "Miyeon, what's going on? Is there any problem?" she asked. "No," Miyeon tried to deny, but as they continued to practice, it was clear she was lying. "We need to talk in private," Soyeon said as Miyeon made yet another egregious mistake.

"I saw you go to the spa this morning, Miyeon. I thought spas were supposed to make someone look more relaxed. Be real, Miyeon? Did you go to a motel instead to get anal sex? I'm pretty sure these feet you sent on the group chat this morning were from Jiwon, not from Sana," Soyeon said, alluding to Miyeon's nymphomanic best friend.

"Jiwon and I had sex with a guy in the spa, and yes, he fucked both of us in the ass," Miyeon confessed. Soyeon looked her in the eye, sensing she was now telling the truth. "Girl, what's going on in your head? Don't you remember all these rumors that circle around to this day about why you left YG? The Blackpink member that never was. Think of your career and of what you built here for us," Soyeon said. Miyeon cried a little, but Soyeon wiped it out quickly. "Don't cry; I don't condemn anyone for wanting to have sex as much as they can. You know me; you know that I would sound like a hypocrite if I did. Just pick the right places, know your limits, and be careful. And do it in a way that won't compromise your work," Soyeon finished.

"We can continue the practice now, but for today, we'll do it without Miyeon. She needs a good rest," Soyeon told the other members as Miyeon headed home. Meanwhile, you had been fired from the spa, as the loud screams Megan gave in that bedroom were indeed heard by plenty of members. Lucky for her and Miyeon, her label quickly intervened to avoid a scandal of gargantuan proportions. Now you also had to go home, but it took a much longer time as you had lost your wallet, all that while knowing it was your final time crossing the river as you would have your worker visa terminated.

Evening time

At her home, Miyeon texted Minnie if she wanted to have dinner with her. "Me over Sana? I'm surprised. But sure". Minnie texted positively as they arrived at their preferred restaurant. But Minnie obviously chose a Japanese one, her favorite food. It wasn't today that Miyeon was going to be free of any Sana thoughts. "Private table for two," Miyeon said. The two chatted over the course of your dinner until Minnie finally touched on the issue.

"Soyeon told me about what went on this morning," Minnie said. Miyeon looked petrified. "Miyeon, listen. You can't be Sana without the resources of Sana. She has the backing of a massive label and a whole country behind her. We are popular idols that worked really hard, but we must admit that there are idols who are at a different level. She's one of them. Just because I'm close friends with Lisa, I won't be hanging out with French billionaires like she does; that circle is reserved only for her. I think you're a winner just for being such a big friend to her. Let her be like this and have great experiences together. Don't try to be her. Just like I'm not Lisa," she continued.

"Thanks," Miyeon said, taking Minnie's advice. "I couldn't resist; I just got an instant crush on that guy; the moment he entered that room, I was having naughty thoughts," Miyeon said. "Look, I don't blame you," Minne said. "He's really hot. And I'd never have known Jiwon would be so wicked. Now I know why she goes by Megan," Minnie laughed. "America has Megan thee Stallion; Korea has Megan thee Shorty," she joked. "Nicha, you are so corny," Miyeon said back.

"I see you still have his wallet. We need to find a way to get it back to him. He probably had a hard time going back home without those transport cards. We can't use Cube's post office. I think we should find out where he lives and hand it back. Of course, taking all safety precautions." Minnie said. "Sure." Miyeon agreed. It wasn't long until they found out. "What a funny coincidence! He lives in Incheon, Majeon neighborhood. I think you know this place." Minnie winked as she checked the app, calling for a cab. "We'll definitely have to cross the river asap and go south of Gimpo Airport before heading north. We'll be there in 30 minutes. The route north of the airport is shorter but so crowded that it takes over an hour. A pain in the ass, maybe bigger than the one you're feeling right now," Minnie said. "We gotta go now before it's too late," she continued.

You were at home, booking your flight out of Korea. Even after suffering the consequences, you didn't regret anything, as you despised your boss at the spa. You ate your pre-cooked dinner and watched a little TV before the doorbell of your house started to ring. You wondered who it could be, as the clock told you it was almost 9 p.m. But you opened the door regardless.

Two women greeted you, one with a very familiar face. Minnie introduced herself. "I'm Nicha Yontararak, but you can call me Minnie, yes, like the Disney character," she said. "Sure, Minnie," you responded. "I think you know her already," she said, pointing to Miyeon. "You lost this at your work early this morning," Minnie said, taking your wallet out of her coat.

"Thanks," you said, very grateful they had found it out. "May we come in?" Minnie asked. "Sure, I don't think I can deny it after your kindness," you said. "I just don't have anything; I just finished dinner," you continued. "Not a problem; we already ate. Do you have something we could play and spend some time on before we head back home?" she asked. "Only those cards," you said. "I'm getting out of this apartment tomorrow and heading back to my country; I got fired from my job today," you said. "I'm sorry. Tell us if there is anything we can do to make you feel better," Minnie said. "I'm fine; I hated that job anyway," you said. "Let's play some cards."

"The highest card gets to kiss my little friend," Minnie says. Miyeon blushes. "I'm fine if she accepts it," you say. "I'm good," Miyeon replies. You win the first round and give Miyeon a soft kiss as she giggles and reminds herself of this morning's experience. "Next round, the highest card kisses Minnie," you say. Now Miyeon is the winner as she gets on her knees in front of you to kiss her groupmate. But as you waited for the next round, Miyeon interrupted: "What if we play a different game?" she asked, pushing your body towards the couch.

Miyeon took her coat off, already showing off the black lingerie she had under it. She definitely had something to prove and felt overshadowed by Jiwon at the spa. "The game is me sucking the cock while you watch," she told Minnie. "Okay," she replied. Miyeon quickly took your pants off and dove right to your already-erect bulge. "Look at this size," she said, taking it in her mouth from the start and getting it wet. Quickly, she was taking it deep in her throat. "Little slut, I know how long you've been waiting for this," Minnie said as she pressed Miyeon's head against your shaft. "Good girl," Minnie continued.

Definitely, Miyeon had a different feel to her in the morning. Even with your massive monster in her throat, she didn't gag at all, spitting on it soon after and letting Minnie freely push her head towards the base of it. She sucked you vigorously, so much so that soon Minnie wanted a slice of the pie. "Let me taste that cock too," she ordered. The Thai hottie took it in her mouth next, showing she could deep-throat it just as well as Miyeon. "So yummy, isn't it?" Miyeon asked her. Minnie continued to do so while Miyeon licked the sides of your prick and took your balls before taking them back from Minnie as both reversed the roles.

"I love this cock all the way down my nasty throat," Miyeon said as she kissed Minnie. "Work that cock in your mouth," she ordered Minnie, making her play the role Miyeon had done many times when Sana was teaching her. "You look so pretty with this cock in your mouth," she told Minnie before taking the initiative to take it deep in her mouth like a maniac, letting Minnie taste it as soon as she pulled out. "Gag on that cock," she told Minnie as her groupmate went down on it. Soon both were wrestling for that throbbing didk, moving their hands up and down your shaft.

"You like the way both of us work on that cock?" Miyeon asked you, who were so overwhelmed you could only give her a timid positive answer. They continued to team on it, with Miyeon taking your boner while Minnie heated your balls. Minnie kept testing her beautiful friend's willingness to take it, bone-pressing Miyeon's mouth on your shaft. "What a good fucking slut you are," Minnie says to her. "Now spit in my mouth," she continues. Miyeon follows it and gives Minnie the saliva she needs to go deep, before both keep taking turns going hard and deep. You're just a watcher, as now Minnie turns Miyeon's face red as she attempts to make her take even your balls in her mouth.

"I love fucking my mouth with your cock," Miyeon says as she now does the same to Minnie, who gags halfway in. "It looks like we have a winner," Miyeon brags. The two now lick your shaft up and down, chasing each other's mouths, before Miyeon takes it all to herself. "That's a good girl," giggles Minnie as she tries to go deep again. "Oh yes, take it all." You finally say a word, as this time Minnie successfully deepthroats you. "All the way down that big cock," Miyeon praises her and strokes you harder, challenging herself once more.

"Fuck her face," Minnie orders as you finally get more active and give little thrusts to Miyeon's mouth. But you don't even need to work that hard, as she's once again pushing Miyeon down your shaft. You take her softly, just giving her mouth a few pumps. "Now I want you to fucking choke on that cock," Miyeon tells Minnie as the Thai girl now takes her turn. Unlike Miyeon, just a few pumps are enough to make Minnie pull out. Miyeon continues to run insane, jerking you off hard as she takes your cock back in her warm mouth. Minnie tries to match her energy, but Miyeon seems possessed by the spirit of her friend Sana.

As soon as Minnie adjusts to your length, Miyeon is already slapping it on her cheeks and sliding her naughty tongue on your balls. "Gasp for air," you ask as Miyeon takes a minute-long deepthroat on your shaft before gagging. Minnie tries to match it, but with the thursts on your face and your massive length, she can only go for 10 seconds. "I want to get throated until tears run down my eyes," Minnie says, and Miyeon quickly tries to ensure her wish is granted. "Time to fuck the shit out of you," Miyeon says as she starts taking her clothes off. Her visuals as she says those dirty words to you are amazing, but her slim body manages to draw your attention just as much.

Minnie still has her dress on and tries to take advantage of her final moments slurping your big shaft in her mouth. As Miyeon finishes taking her panties off, Minnie is already jerking you off, knowing her groupmate has her sights on that massive pole. She presses her ass on it as she reaches down to her entrance to put it in. "Stretch me out," she commands to you. "How does it feel?" Minnie asks as she gives Miyeon's butt a couple taps. Miyeon let her dirty words do the talking. "Daddy, you stretch me so well," she says as she starts to bounce. "There you go, you little slut," Minnie laughs as she grabs your balls while Miyeon rides.

"That's so fucking hot," Minnie says as Miyeon increases the pace of her ride. She is very concentrated, telling herself that if Sana can do it, so can she, trying to match her best friend's intensity. It helps that Minnie is now pushing her down. "AHHHH," Miyeon moans as your hard pole hits her cervix. "Turn the heat up, you fucking whore," Minnie talks dirty to her. You are on the edge as Miyeon's walls rip your shaft apart. "Say it louder," Minnie continues to provoke; the harder Miyeon goes, the more her groupmate asks for more. "It's so fucking deep in my fucking cunt," Miyeon says as her cheeks clap on your hips and her moans get louder.

"Jerk that cock in my fucking pussy," Miyeon continues her profanity show; her princess image was truly left at the door of your house. The more she curses, the more Minnie disciplines her with extra spanks, turning Miyeon's butt red. "I'm your fucking whore," she repeats to you as Miyeon now jerks you off, even with Miyeon bouncing as hard as she can. Minnie enjoys it as Miyeon tilts her whole body against your chest as she twerks on your dick. "Ride that dick like the whore you are," Minnie repeats, giving Miyeon a hard spank that makes her scream. The Thai girl wants everything, asking Miyeon to wink with her asshole as she works your pole out. Miyeon spreads her ass and lets her open hole gape and clench multiple times.

You take advantage and reach towards Miyeon's neck to choke her, as she is now in a straight position. "Ahhhh, ahhhh, ahhh," Miyeon moans even as you try to close her throat, and the choking only makes her more aggressive in her ride. "Oh my God, look at that fucking ass," Minnie says. "STOP IT, MINNIE," Miyeon replies back as her groupmate's spanks annoy her. "FUCK HER HARDER," Minnie screams as she takes her hands off Miyeon and now lets your cock do the work to make the stretched beauty scream. "FUCKING CHOKE ME LIKE A WHORE," Miyeon demands as she gets fully stretched out. Minnie loves seeing her beg like this and asks for Miyeon to repeat her words, to which she obliges, as her groupmate also grabs her neck.

But Miyeon enjoys this. Even with her face fully red now, the more she gets choked by both of you, the harder she tries. "AHHH FUCK FUCK!" she screams as you thurst harder and hit her deeper, to which she answers with a bounce of her own that makes you groan like a caveman. You too take your hands off her neck as Minnie spits on your cock, enjoying Miyeon's beautiful ride from a privileged back view. Miyeon is now the dominant one, shoving Minnie's head against your balls while her ass hits her groupmate. "Let me take that fucking asshole," Minnie says as she puts her tongue on Miyeon's rectum while her groupmate's cheeks swarm her tongue.

"Look at that tight asshole," Minnie says as she sticks her middle finger up Miyeon's butthole. "Tease my fucking asshole," Miyeon demands as she keeps going. "So you could do this all night," Minnie tells her. "But you need to leave something for me too," she continues as Miyeon pulls out. Your erection now is otherworldly veiny; your tip throbs full of blood as you push your cock on Minnie's entrance. And she means business as soon as she takes it in, riding you fast as if Miyeon's ride had never ended. "Slide it in that fucking pussy, work that fucking cock," Miyeon tells her. "Good girl, keep going, bounce harder." Miyeon takes the opportunity to now be the one slapping Minnie's ass, but also with your helping hand.

"Fuck him like that," Miyeon keeps saying as Minnie works her hips; she alternates a few slow rides with more crazy-paced ones. "Put your tongue in my asshole," she asks Miyeon, who loves doing it as she moans on Minnie's dirty hole while you thurst upwards against her Thai cunt. "Harder, harder, harder, please," Minnie begs as you stretch her out. "You hear that, Daddy? Fuck her harder," Miyeon says as she spanks Minnie once more. You answer her prayers as you hammer your cock faster against her tight babyhole. "Nasty whore likes to ride daddy's big cock," Miyeon whispers to Minnie. "Yes, HOLY FUCK," Minnie answers just as you hit her sensitive spots.

Miyeon gets a great view as Minnie's ass cheeks start to tremble with your cock fully buried inside her fuckhole. "Take every inch of that dick, up and down," Miyeon demands as Minnie continues to ride you with as her insides throb. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she repeats. "Fuck her like a whore," Miyeon insists. Minnie can now only scream, even as you choke her. Your cock slides out of Minnie, and Miyeon quickly scoops it. "Taste my pussy, please," and out of breath, Minnie demands. "Tell me how it tastes," she begs, but Miyeon doesn't answer, just having all the fun to herself with that big cock in her mouth. Miyeon tells her it's yummy, but she's actually thinking of your cock as she slaps it back in Minnie's vagina while massaging your balls.

"Keep riding that fucking dick," she says as she slaps Minnie harder. "That's so hot," she says as Minnie screams and can only beg to be fucked. You pump her pussy faster. "Hmm, you like that? Tell me." Miyeon continues as you destroy Minnie's tight hole. "Yes, I love it. I love this fucking cock stretching me out," Minnie claims as she is now completely out of breath and angrily moaning. "Uhhh, yeah," Miyeon continues to poke her. Minnie slows her ride as Miyeon tells her she is ready for more.

"Sit on my face; I want to taste that stretched pussy," you say to Minnie, who moves quickly towards it. Miyeon already fingers herself in preparation for another ride, this time in reverse; it's her specialty after all. Now you have two beautiful, sexy women on top of you, moaning their lungs out. Minnie steals the show this time, as your licks on her sensitive cunt make her go over the moon. But Miyeon quickly matches her with another crazy ride and dirty talk. "Oh, daddy, you make my pussy so wet just for you," she says. "That's my fucking cock; I'm his fucking whore," Miyeon continues to talk, being the polar opposite of that shy girl you saw early in the morning. "I want it all inside me," she continues as she fingers herself.

"I love the way you fuck me, daddy," every time Miyeon calls you. You get more feral. "Make me take it; you're gonna make me cum," she keeps going as she now lets you take control. "Cum for us, cum all over this fucking cock," Minnie says as she now focuses her attention on Miyeon's clit and fingers it. Miyeon screams the hardest but keeps focused on moving up and down your cock regardless. Minnie now slaps her thighs, but Miyeon stays unfazed, just wanting to please herself as best as she can. But Minnie keeps trying to distract her as she now moves towards grabbing Miyeon's perky tits, working in tandem with you so you can push your cock up against Miyeon.

"Oh yes, fuck her, fuck her, fuck her," Minnie yells as her stimulation of Miyeon opens the door for you to pump Miyeon's pussy up. But Miyeon quickly answers and retakes control. Minnie now slaps her groupmate's clit as Miyeon gets close to cum. "It's so deep, it's so deep; make me cum," Miyeon demands as Minnie now slaps her face. Miyeon rotates on your cock as she releases her juices and goes straight back to taste them, leaving Minnie no room. In the end, she incentivizes her "Yes, taste your pussy like that," Minnie tells Miyeon. "There you go, you fucking little slut; put that dick deep in your mouth," Minnie says as she taps Miyeon's cock-filled cheeks and watches Miyeon get throatfucked.

Minnie takes it deep in her throat herself as she gags on it, licking your shaft hard, but Miyeon is hungry and wants it all for her, taking it all for her. "Worship every inch of this fucking cock," Minnie demands. "Our guy here has been such a good boy and deserves it," she continues. Miyeon keeps sucking and stroking as Minnie lets Miyeon warm your cock for her. "Fuck my face," Miyeon says again as she gags on it after a bone-pressed deepthroat. Now it's Minnie's turn to take it in reverse, cowgirl. Miyeon talks dirty to her and fingers Minnie's cunt from the start, smirking at her groupmate as you stretch her insides.

"Who's the fucking whore now?" Miyeon provokes Minnie as she rides you at a steady pace. "Oh my God," Minnie groans as your length streatches her out and Miyeon licks her little tits. Minnie stops mid-air as she lets you pound her, getting impressive with your massive length as Miyeon continues to finger her. "Take it, take that fucking pounding," Miyeon demands. Minnie groans hard and makes a huge effort to increase her face, even as each hit you deliver in her cervix is like a stabbing. "I love hearing you scream like a whore," Miyeon continues. "Now he's gonna make you cum," Miyeon says, as you are now the one massaging Minnie's big, throbbing clit while she moves towards groping her groupmate's cute, bouncy boobs.

Minnie's legs start to shake, as now both your left hand and Miyeon's right are placed on her clit. She closes them hard as her thighs clamp on your shaft. Just as she spreads them a little, you strike back with a massive pounding as Minnie screams, "AHHHHHHH FUCKKKKKK." She loses her breath and tells you to keep going as your balls hit her sensitive clit, making her lose it and squirt on your couch, expelling your cock out of her pussy, her legs quaking as you rub your tip on her big clit before giving her cumming cunt an extra pounding that makes her lose it for good.

"I wanna taste my pussy," Minnie begs, but Miyeon doesn't let her and arrives first at the crime scene. For Minnie, she only leaves your balls as the two give you the hottest blowjob yet. "Gag on that cock" is all you can demand. "OHHHHH YESSSS!" Miyeon screams as she starts the third ride just in that night, plus the ones she had earlier the morning. After all, if Sana could ride the same cock 10 straight times, so could she. "I love taking Daddy's big cock in my tight, slutty pussy," she says in between her bounces, now also circling around your cock. Her ride this time is brief as she holds herself not to cum again this quick as Minnie tastes her juices as soon as your cock is free from Miyeon's tiny fuckhole.

"I'm so fucking hungry for cock," Miyeon claims as she throats you once more for a good time, then slaps your prick on Minnie's needy face, watching her cough as she takes it deep. The two trade cock slaps between each other and get your shaft wet. "Worship that fucking cock like it's the last dick on earth," Minnie demands of her. The two now just treat it like a toy for their own entertainment, slapping it all over their faces nonstop. "That's a good fucking slut," Miyeon praises Minnie as her groupmate finally manages to take your cock deep in her throat for a more prolonged time. The pair didn't want to let go of your cock, taking it like their personal lollipop.

"Yesss, I love it. Put it just like that in your fucking filthy mouth," Miyeon told Minnie as she slapped your cock on her and then shoved it in her Thai groupmate's mouth. Minnie quickly answered back and took your cock for more slaps on Miyeon's face. "Dirty boy getting his nasty cock on little princess face," Minnie said as Miyeon now maniacally caressed your balls while throating your shaft. "Luck at that fucking slut." Minnie was in awe at Miyeon's deepthroat prowess, as she could not leave your cock out of her mouth even with you now pounding her face as hard as you could. "You like that, bitch?" Minnie asked. "I LOVE IT!" Miyeon screamed just as she took your dick out of her mouth.

"Dive her head until she can't breathe," you told Minnie, who obliged and dunked Miyeon's red face into your hard boner using all her might. But Miyeon was restless and took a long time to gag. "Give me those fucking balls," Minnie asked as soon as Miyeon released them from her mouth and started working on your tip, spitting all over your pole. "Wow, look at that sack. I bet there is a lot of cum in there." Minnie continued the dirty talk. But you had enough of them, shoving Minnie on all fours while she moaned and lining yourself up to take her Thai pussy from behind.

"Uhhh, good," Minnie moaned as you inserted your cock back in her cunt. "Daddy, I wanna watch your fucking dick go in and out of her fucking pussy," Miyeon asked as she started tonguing Minnie's butthole once more. "Put your fucking tongue in my asshole," she demanded as Miyeon took a lick of both your shaft and Minnie's rectum as the Thai hottie finally called you daddy for the first time. "Taste that pussy out of this big cock," Minnie demanded as you facefucked Miyeon after pulling out of her. "Back and forth," Minnie continued, and you kept going, taking on her pussy and then Miyeon's mouth.

"I love being your cocksleeve; my pussy feels so good," Minnie said as you went back to pounding her nonstop, moving her hips back and forth and fingering herself while you spanked her ass, screaming like a dying goat. You stopped to give Miyeon's sexy mouth some kisses and spit on it, letting Minnie do all the work and engulf your shaft with her tight pussy. Miyeon used the spit you gave her right back into your cock. "Look at this slut being stretched out; keep going," she said. "I love watching the way you fuck her hard," Miyeon continued as she got to taste Minnie's pussy and you fucked her face once more. "I love watching how you fuck her face; now put it back in because I want that cock," Minnie said as she gave you a doggy ride, moving faster than you could thurst into her.

You had to tame Minnie with a rough pounding that made her scream hard, as Miyeon applauded. "Take this bitch, make her yours," she said as you gave Minnie's ass the hardest slap yet, which only made her move faster as you two fucked each other like a pair of savage animals until Minnie's whole body started to tremble and she fell to her knees. "Fuck the shit out of her for me," Miyeon demanded, grinding her teeth as she loved seeing Minnie get obliterated by your hard cock. "Fuck her, daddy," she continued, sending you over the moon. Minnie just closed her eyes and took it. "Spit on it," you told Miyeon as she followed your orders. "Nice. Now give it to her, she said. "You look so fucking pretty taking cock in your cunt," Miyeon continued to talk as Minnie could only yell and moan.

Minnie kept shaking, but you didn't take your cock out of her hole for a single second. She was built to be your cocksleeve. You loved the warmth of her pussy and were having thoughts of filling it with your seeds as you clapped her cheeks hard. But you showed some mercy and let Minnie breathe as Miyeon took your cock in her mouth for the hundredth time. "How does it taste?" you asked. "It tastes like a whore," she replied. "You want to take this cock again?" Minnie asked rhetorically; she knew Miyeon's eyes were glowing for a pounding like that.

"Slide under me," Miyeon asked Minnie, as her groupmate had already taken advantage of it to eat her beautiful pussy. Miyeon laid on Minnie's long body and prepared herself to get penetrated for the last time, moaning before you even had an inch inside her. She couldn't have asked for something better, as your cock pumped her cunt while Minnie used her tongue to sweep it. Miyeon placed her right hand on Minnie's clit as you pounded her at full speed, firmly gripping her ass. "I love your fucking balls in my tongue," Minnie said under her, enjoying as you worked Miyeon's pussy and stretched it to the fullest. But truth be told, she liked her tongue on Miyeon's clit even more, as she moved to it to make her groupmate moan even harder.

"This view is amazing," Minnie tells herself as she watches Miyeon get pounded, sticking her tongue to lick her groupmate's entire pussy. "Wanna taste it?" You offer your cock to Minnie, sticking it in her mouth. "Yes, taste it right out of my fucking cunt; that's so fucking hot," Miyeon approves. "Fucking use me," she keeps asking as you get back in. "Lick my balls," you order to Minnie as you pound Miyeon harder, slapping your sack hard against Minnie's face and Miyeon's clit. Miyeon keeps screaming. "Use my fucking pussy daddy; I'm your fucking whore," she says. "OH MY GOD, OH MY GOD!" she screams as you top her to a point she only has Minnie to hold herself onto. But Minnie doesn't care and just enjoys watching her pretty groupmate get mauled.

You fuck Minnie's face as she provides the lube for your final attack, and you destroy Miyeon at full speed. "Daddy, fuck me, take every inch of it in my pussy," Miyeon screams as your balls slap her cheeks. "That slut is having the time of her life," Minnie says. "Yes, I'm your little fucktoy, daddy," Miyeon claims.

"You know what I want?" Miyeon asks, to which Minnie repeats. "Your hot fucking load is deep in my cunt," Miyeon answers. "Fill me up, Daddy, please," she continues. "You better give it to her," Minnie says as you get closer. Those loud women really turned you on. "Give it to me, daddy," Miyeon says. "Are you ready for it?" you ask her. "You're ready for that load, aren't you? Dirty little fucking slut," Minnie answers for her. You announce you're ready to cum as you empty your balls on Miyeon's tight little pussy as your cum drips out of it straight into Minnie's mouth, who also scoops it from your cock and more from Miyeon's pussy. "Ah, daddy, you were so good to me," Miyeon says.

"I wanna taste it right out of my fucking pussy," Miyeon asks, and Minnie swaps the semen into her mouth. Miyeon also takes a bit of cum from Minnie's neck, leaving her with a hickey as she sucks it, before they take turns trading the sperm between each other's mouths. "Such a yummy load," Miyeon says. "What a slut you are," Minnie tells her.

The girls dress up as the clock hits nearly 10 p.m.; they have to cross the river and head back home. The next day, you head to the airport, leaving the country for good. But with the best possible final memory you could have.

First time I crossed the 10k barrier for a smut. My original idea for this one got scrapped. Wrote this over the course of 2 weeks using the spa trip Miyeon did with Jiwon as an inspiration and turning it into a day-long story. Also the first time I put a few extra characters, including Soyeon as an on-screen character and Sana as a prominent off-screen character.

[laxmiree]

[CN] MLQC Lucien's Through Thousands of Mirrors event translation (Day 1 -Thursday)

⚠️ SPOILER ALERT ⚠️

This post contains a HEAVY SPOILER for the event that has not been released in EN yet! Feel free to notify me if there are any mistakes in the translation~

Through Thousands of Mirrors Event | Day 1 (You're here!) | Day 2 | Day 3 | Day 4 | Day 5 | Day 6 | Day 7 | HS/Uni SSR Story: Monochrome Scenery

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[Tidbits: I don't wanna break the flow so I'll put some information here first 😂. Dr. Lawson is Lucien's post-grad professor. Before, he also appears in UR MQ Distant Similarity. During his post-grad he has three seniors Colt, Elliot, and Caroline.]

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[Math]

Seeing the particularly puzzled expression on the classmate next to him, Lucien starts to consider whether he should offer some assistance within his capabilities.

For instance, he thinks about telling the classmate that the topic currently being discussed on the blackboard is not from the same chapter as the one in the textbook he's currently reading.

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[MATH/BIOCHEMISTRY]

After the vending machine devours Lucien's one dollar and twenty-five cents for the third time, and with only three minutes left to get to his next class, he begins to seriously contemplate whether he should try some mysterious repair method—like giving it a good smack or a swift kick.

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[BIOCHEMISTRY]

Lucien coincidentally runs into Colt by the sports field, just as Colt is about to attend a cricket practice session.

Upon realizing that his senior from the lab is not only managing coursework and a significant project workload but also juggling a 20-hour weekly part-time job and daily school cricket team training, Lucien begins to contemplate whether there is any room for further optimization in his own schedule.

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[PREVIEW/COMPUTER SCIENCE]

During the brief half-hour period, Lucien typically uses the time to prepare for the upcoming class or visit the library to research and gather information.

In any case, that time should not be spent on arguing and explaining to people, like the enthusiastic campus volunteer in front of him.

"No, thank you. I'm not a high school student attending a summer camp. This is my student ID, and I'm indeed a student here, a graduate student. Yes, I'm not lost, and I need to get to my class. Can you please let me go?"

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[COMPUTER SCIENCE]

Lucien presses the enter key, intending to ask the teacher if he can leave early once his coursework is done. However, the error message on the screen deters him from that thought. So, he sits back down and begins to examine it again.

But that's okay, he does understand the commonality between computer science and experimental research: it's often hard to know right away if the thing at hand will work, why it's not working, or even why it's even working.

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[LAB]

Come on, come on, come on. After moving this box, there's another.

And after moving that box, there are three more to go.

The prospects for the future and the shine in one's eyes are often taken away by the God of research in such necessary yet mechanical repetitive work.

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[LAB]

Lucien goes out to get some water and returns to find a school burger on his desk.

Colt, with dark circles under his eyes, waves at Lucien and saying, "No need to thank me, newcomer. Have some food, we might be staying here today."

Lucien quietly eats the burger, hesitant to tell Colt that he has spent more time in the laboratory than in the dorm.

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[LAB]

When Dr. Lawson enters the laboratory, what he sees is a scene where his graduate and doctoral students are sleeping and sprawled all over the place.

On the laboratory whiteboard, several words were written in large letters: "Publish immediately! Guaranteed to be published in Nature!!"

Dr. Lawson retrieves small blankets from the cabinet, covering each of these research madmen.

He proceeds to organize the data and take over the finishing work on the project. Of course, when it comes to authorship in the paper, not a single one of these kids' names can be left out.

[lumpsbumpsandwhumps]

I humbly request Jonie developing Stockholm syndrome and Malik's reaction to it pretty please 🙏

If there was one thing Malik appreciated, it was obedience, and Jonas could be very obedient.

He had to be if he wanted to stay in the good graces of his parents and their peers. Quiet and out of the way so he didn’t draw any of the desperately craved attention to himself. He might as well waste space rather than time, he father had told him, a nicer way of telling him to sit down and shut up if he was so insistent to sit in on board meetings. Great quality bonding time without a single word exchanged between them indeed. At least his mother talked to him during these times. Well, she talked about him more than she directed an actual conversation his way; anything to play up how successful they were as a family unit and what a prodigal delight her darling boy was. Was he ever given these praises in private? No, but it was nice to hear them anyways, regardless if they were just for show.

Unlike his parents, Malik never shied away from showering Jonas in affection. He couldn’t care less if there was an audience or not, not like how he put on a front of being a southern sweetheart in the public eye of his small town. The Belmont heir understood the importance of general perception, a similar practice he had been raised to uphold his entire life. Exaggerate the good and downplay the bad. A person could be their true self in the privacy of their own home and boy, did Malik let his real colors show every time he walked down those basement stairs.

But that was what struck Jonas the most: that Malik didn’t need to pretend to be sweet on him or express his appreciation for the minimal things he did. There was no one to judge how the older man treated his captive, and if there was they hardly ever lasted longer than three days. Not that he cared about their two cents, of course. Malik could be as cruel as he wanted, which he was more often than not, and yet…

“Thank you kindly, Jonie,” Malik said when he handed him the hammer as instructed.

“Your hair looks pretty today,” Malik hummed, twirling one of the longer curls and letting it bounce off his finger.

“Good boy,” Malik praised when Jonas came to his side without hesitation.

“Open your mouth, please, darlin’,” Malik cooed, happy to administer another pain killer in exchange for a kiss.

“Smart li’l thing, ain’t you?” Malik grinned when Jonas correctly pointed out his flawed measurements for a homemade breaking wheel.

“Well, ain’t that a cute smile you have,” Malik said during one of the quiet moments between them on the bloodied floor.

Off handed comments that made Jonas’s stomach twist in a way he couldn’t describe. It wasn’t the same kind of cramping he had grown used to from only being fed between a handful of days. It wasn’t any lingering ache to his abdomen from when he had taken a steel toed boot, or 2x4, or blade to the gut. It felt lighter, a more tickling feeling which made his heart race and his cheeks flush. Fear, but not quite. Not unwelcome. If Jonas were to admit he (in a strange, unnatural way) actually liked receiving compliments that Malik didn’t think twice about doling out, what would that say about him? There was no way he’d find himself actively seeking out simple praises from a sociopathic serial killer of all people, no matter how starved he was for positive reinforcement. If he was so desperate for an “atta boy”, he could get it from one of the house workers whenever he finally returned to the manor.

Except those were paid employees who knew better than to potentially jeopardize their jobs by upsetting an heir with low self esteem. Empty flattery to keep him placated, nothing else. Malik meant his words, though, or he wouldn’t have said them. Jonas didn’t have to ask to be told if he was smart or useful or functional enough to justify his existence. While the physical affection still made him recoil, it would be a lie to say the verbal regards weren’t devoured on the spot and leaving the poor boy begging for more.

“Lover,” Malik said behind him, startling Jonas from his flustered thoughts. “What are you doing?”

The younger man nearly dropped the roll of gauze he had been carefully rewinding. How does one explain the stupid idea of reorganizing a filing cabinet of haphazard supplies in the hopes their captor will give them a pat on the head and a gold star? Simple, they don’t say any of that, because that’s the most pathetic thing to ever cross Jonas’s mind.

“I, I was just…” He weakly gestured to the bottles of peroxide now neatly stacked on top of each other. “It’s been a while since you changed my finger bandage so, um…I didn’t want t-to bother you.”

Malik blinked at him.

He gulped, unable to meet his dark eyes. It’s not like it was a lie! Malik hadn’t been down in the basement in what he could only assume was days. The stump of his pinky finger was black with congealed blood, the raw flesh starting to weep an off color fluid that Jonas was not in the mood to deal with. He knew where the medical supplies were kept and it technically wasn’t an area that he was forbidden from fucking around in, so there was no reason he should be in trouble, right? Then again, Malik never needed a reason to punish him if the mood struck his fancy. But he wasn’t doing anything wrong, he was being good!

“The cabinet was messy…?” Jonas tried again weakly. “I just…I thought it would be easier if everything was, you know, neat.”

The killer tilted his head. “So, you organized it?”

Oh no. Oh no, he’d done something wrong. He had done something without permission, he had touched Malik’s personal items and messed up whatever system he already had to keep track of said things. He’d fucked up, just like he always did, always trying to take charge of situations he knew nothing about. As many times as he had embarrassed his father by speaking up during meetings when he could barely follow along, he wished he would have learned his lesson to mind his own damn business. Being berated for his shortcomings stung enough when it came from his own family, but Malik’s reprimands would take on a much more literal sense. Perhaps he would break all of his fingers in warning to never touch what doesn’t belong to him again. Maybe he’d impale hooks through his wrists and string him up for three days straight until the flesh ripped.

“Hm. Okay.”

…okay?

“Okay?” Jonas hesitated.

Malik shrugged, glancing at the previously messy bins and shelves that now had a better sense of order. “Sure, whatever keeps you occupied, darlin’. One less thing I ever have to worry about.”

So…Jonas did a good thing. He had made Malik’s life a smidgen more convenient, which in turn meant he wouldn’t have to worry about his eyeballs being sucked out with a vacuum hose for the time being. Yes, that’s right, that’s exactly why he was going out of his way to earn the other’s favor. It had nothing to do with twenty-four years of neglect or the inherent need to be recognized, it was all in the name of self preservation. The better he could keep Malik’s mood, the more brownie points he had in the bank, the less likely he’d have to worry about extreme punishments. In theory, anyway. Rarely did the other man have any rhyme or reason as to why he felt the need to jam needles into people’s fingertips.

That familiar tickling feeling fluttered in his stomach again, his heart leaping to his throat when Malik gave him a pat on the hip. Because he didn’t like those deadly hands touching him, naturally, especially so close to an erogenous area. The shiver up his spine was from fear, the buzzing sensation under his skin being from aggravated bruises. Just those reasons, only those reasons.

“Looks good. Now c’mon, I wanna show you something I got for you.”

Jonas scampered behind him like the obedient puppy he was trained to be.

[lietpolski]

hi friends :) today's rant is on feliks and ivan's late pre-soviet relationship and how i think it affects their perception of each other! because i think it's a massively unexplored dynamic!!

(disclaimer: i'm not a historian, these are the facts to the best of my recollection and understanding!! all excerpts are from adam zamoyski's poland, a history)

the decline of the commonwealth had been centuries in the making (because of its political system, but i won't bore you with the details haha). it all came down to the first partition of poland, quickly followed by the second and third. the last one entirely dissolved the commonwealth (and poland) as a sovereign state. but the beginning of the end was a while before that! the polish had been at the mercy of the russians under catherine the great, russian soldiers had been stationed to polish sejm (government) meetings and elections, and poland had practically become a puppet state with no independent actions of its own, even before it ceased to exist

i mentioned this in an ask, but i think of this as one of the hardest times in feliks' life. quoting myself, "unlike other difficult times in his life, he wasn't able to do anything about what was happening to him. he just had to watch as russians gained more and more control in his government until it was forced to dissolve, and i think that would've been harder on a restless person like feliks, because it's not something he could (try to) solve with a revolution. he pretty much spaced out through that entire time period."

and he had ivan always breathing down his shoulder, and his own government desperately trying to make peace with ivan's to no avail. one thing about Feliks: he's never been afraid of russia. not in the times before the partitions, and not in modern day, we've seen this in canon. i don't think he would've been afraid, but i think he would have been irritable. ivan was an itch under his skin that just wouldn't go away

the final partition wasn't so horrible at first. tsar alexander was somewhat sympathetic to the idea of polish reunification, and even reinstation:

Alexander's paramount position in 1814 permitted him to entertain hopes that he would be able to reunite most of the territory of the former Commonwealth in a kingdom under his own scepter […] but the Tsar's wishes were thwarted by Austria, Britain and France, which could not countenance Prussia being given swathes of Germany in compensation for those she would relinquish in Poland, nor indeed the huge westward expansion of Russian-dominated Poland. The re-establishment of a fully independent Poland was mooted by Britain and France but never seriously considered, and for all his good intentions Alexander would never have been able to sell the idea at home, where opinion reacted to his Polish plans with indignation.

despite russia's political control over the happenings in poland, i think ivan would have felt inferior to feliks or even afraid of him. keep in mind that we know ivan can be a very self-conscious character, especially about himself as a nation (less so about himself as a person). i think there are a few reasons that he would feel uncomfortable around feliks

1) the commonwealth had been extremely prosperous culturally and especially academically - much more than russia

There existed the fear that Poland would act as a springboard for the liberalisation of Russia or that Russia would gradually swallow up and digest its small satellite. At first, the former seemed the most likely. Large sections of Russian society had come under foreign influence as a result of the Napoleonic wars and appeared open to change. As a consequence of absorbing so much Polish territory, by 1815 no less than 64 per cent of nobility of the Romanov realm was of Polish descent, and since there were more literate Poles than Russians, more people within it could read and write Polish than Russian. The third largest city, Wilno, was entirely Polish in character and its university was the best in the Empire.

2) before but especially after tsar alexander's death, the polish made it their life's cause to fight russia (or really, anyone)

Countless other exploits earned [the Polish] the respect of enemies, from the Peninsula, […] to the depths of Russia, where General Colbert of the Guard Cavalry ordered all French units to borrow the capes and caps of Polish lancers before going on picket duty, to keep Cossacks at a respectful distance.

Wherever there were Russians, Prussians, Austrians or their allies to be fought, there were Poles in the ranks.

feliks could FINALLY do something about his predicament. and he made sure he was a thorn in ivan's side. he even managed some small wins that i never see people talk about, like a partial reinstation of poland:

In the end, a Kingdom of Poland consisting of 127,000 square kilometres with a population of 3.3 million was carved out of all three partitions. In addition, Kraków and a tiny area around the city was turned into a republic. The Tsar of Russia was the King of Poland, and all three partitioning powers were the protectors of the Republic of Kraków.

he took any chance to help others fight against him, but he also tried revolution after revolution!

On January 25 1831 Poland burnt its bridges by voting the dethronement of Nicholas as King of Poland. The Kingdom of Poland had seceded from Russia.

In February a force of 115,000 Russian troops marched into Poland. The Polish army, consisting of 30,000 men, blocked his advance successfully at Grochów on 25 February. […] The Poles were well set to win the campaign. They called up reserves of 80,000, and with the Lithuanian and other contingents, they could count up to 200,000 in total. The Russian forces in Poland numbered some 250,000, but the Polish soldier was more motivated.

even after this revolution failed, he didn't give up; he was always on the move, planning on ways to get his country back. the centralizacja was a revolutionary movement based at versailles with connections to similar movements in other countries, like italy, and france. after the centralizacja was discovered and destroyed, despite the mass deportations, execution orders, and other punishments instilled by the russians in an attempt to stop the polish, they were back at it. under ivan's nose, the central national committee of poland had an:

…intelligence department had men in every branch of the Russian army and civil service. The fighters trained and operated clandestinely in Warsaw under the noses of the Russian army encamped not only in the Citadel but in the squares and streets. The Russian General Berg, who had been instructed by the Grand Duke Constantine to investigate the conspiracy, reported back after some weeks that he had discovered 'only one thing, namely that I don't belong to it'. As an afterthought, he added: 'And neither does Your Imperial Highness.'

I think feliks, especially with his position, would've been a very active member in any intelligence activity! i'm sure he suffered terrible consequences for it, just like how i'm sure he just got back up and tried again. i think the description of him as a "phoenix" is more than accurate, not just for returning to statehood after the partitions, but because of all the times he fought to get it, was completely defeated, and returned to the cause immediately with a smile on his face. and Ivan couldn't stand it. i won't go into detail about the empire's harsh punishment of ex-commonwealth territories, but ivan, as a person, needs to be in control. needs to be listened to, obeyed, feared. feliks, in all of his quirk and impossibilities, refused to do that

ivan at the time (or really, for a lot of his history) badly wanted to be a part of the european sphere. feliks' very existence was a dent in those plans, because in every revolution, all nations were by his side, further ruining russia's image in europe

World opinion was strongly pro-Polish, and while newspapers ranted against Russian injustice, young men flocked to Poland, from Ireland, England, France, Germany, and, most of all, Italy.

to his dismay and anger, this included some of the other ex-commonwealth countries. i love the wording here, so i'll let the paragraph speak for itself:

[During the revolution] it had been said that the boundaries of the putative future Poland would draw themselves with the blood of insurgents. Predictably, they did not stretch very far into Ukraine, where only groups of Polish szlachta came out. In Belorussia, they included much of the old Commonwealth, with not only the peasants, but also the Jews of towns such as Pińsk joining the cause. In Lithuania and even southern Livonia, they corresponded to the borders of 1772, with mass participation by all classes. It was a slap in the face to the Russian policy carried on in these areas since the first partition.

despite the ex-commonwealth existing under multiple powers, russia was solidified as the polish people's arch-enemy. national and political consciousness within poland all surrounded the idea of the reinstation of the polish state and the fight against the suppressor - most notably, russia.

One of the most influential poets of the era, Zygmunt Krasiński, explained the Russian system in a letter to Pope Pius IX as 'a huge merciless machine, working by night and by day, crushing thousands of hearts and minds every minute… the irreconcilable enemy of all spiritual independence.'

within a hundred years, before any idea of sovietness, ivan had managed to establish himself as feliks' greatest enemy, in what felt like a relentless game of cat and mouse, and feliks had established himself as someone to watch out for. it reminds me of one of the few interactions they have in canon:

i love this panel to BITS because it's, i think, the angriest we ever see feliks. i don't think it's said exactly when this takes place, but fairly soon after lithuania's independence. feliks himself had been under soviet influence until about the same time, but despite the harshness of the decades, you can see his lack of fear to go against russia. because despite all that was done to him, it never existed (or maybe, feliks had the bravery to push through it, then for his people, and now for his best friend). and that's how feliks and his relationship with ivan stands out from his relationship with other nations, and why i think it's so fun to explore!

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[falloutstasis]

Existing

Charlton Hotel

Venessa saw as Kelsey and MacCready headed off and out of the gates. She sighed, turning her heels to meet with a returning Danse, who came back from the repairing swimming pool room. Something he didn't mean to, he had startled Venessa.

"I'm sorry." He awkwardly said. "Uh, one of the workers out at the swimming pool room wanted your help."

"Oh!" She felt warm around her cheeks, showing that she was red on the face. Despite this, she smiled and nodded. "I'll be right there."

With that, Venessa accompanied Danse to the swimming pool area. It was on the same floor they were in, down the hall, then to their right at the end of the hall way.

"I have a question." Danse said. "Why does Kelsey call you Pluto?"

"Oh. I just like Pluto that's all. One day, Kelsey found this out and just started calling me Pluto." She laughed. "I guess I got it from the person who passed away to create me at the Institute."

Danse remained silent afterwards, once again reminded of the Institute's nasty's treatments. One minute you were alive and well, kicking rocks outside of a Brotherhood HQ at Washington, DC and the next minute you realize you not who you thought you were. You were everything you fought against and everything you hated. To say his life was turned upside down was an understatement.

Venessa thought it would be best to continue. "The person's name, who is the reason why I exist today, is named Leia Ames. She's a famous Astronomer who joined at the American Astronomical Society back at Washington D.C. When I went there thirteen years ago, the building was already destroyed. So I did what I could to collect some astrology books or other related space stuff to my collection in my room. To honor her in a way."

"Did you like studying astronomy?" He asked.

"I like it, but I like doing community stuff better."

Danse hummed. "I can tell. I always see you with other people either helping or planning."

She blushed even more and rubbed one side of her arms with her free arm. "My brain doesn't like it when I do nothing during the day. So...that's just how I operate."

There was a silent pause between the two. But after another moment, Venessa asked, "How are you holding up, Danse?"

"It's strange. These people, ghouls, synths they're all working together to make a living. And not just to survive. Just to help one another." There was a singe of pain in his eyes mixed with regret. "At first I was very uncomfortable working alongside them, but working with them for a few years now..." He paused, thinking what to say next.

"It's a nice change of pace, right?" Venessa smiled at him, the blush on her face already gone.

"It is a change, indeed. The Brotherhood had told everyone within it's ranks that Synths needed to be destroyed, ghouls, feral or not, to be shot on sight, and ask farmers to..." Danse paused, so he can think of the right word to say. "...'donate' their crops to us."

Venessa can tell he was mentally tossing and turning as he talked.

"Look, here's my two cents." Venessa said. "If the Brotherhood of Steel really cared about the people, they wouldn't ask for anything. Synths like me and you," She pointed at her and Danse, "...are doing nothing but helping the people. Hell, if it wasn't for Nora, Maxson would have shot you where you stood."

"It was because he was being true to the Brotherhood of Steel."

"Danse, seriously? Three years of working here, among Synths, ghouls, and you still believe in the Brotherhood?" Venessa's tone of voice was now serious. "You served years in the Brotherhood and Maxson will still say you shouldn't exist just because they were born differently. That all of your hard work was just erased. That's just wrong."

She wasn't yelling, but she was being stern. Which was a rarity among the Charlton community.

"Existing is not a crime. No matter where you're from or what the Brotherhood or anyone else says."

For the first time in a while, Danse was stumped. All his life, no his entire life, he was told that Synth's were an abomination, by the Brotherhood no less. So through that thought process, he was an abomination because he was a synth. What he thought, what he's been through...it was all a lie from the very beginning.

Hotel Swimming Pool Room

"Oh, hey boss!"

Completely catch off guard and not noticing that the two were already in the repairing swimming pool room, here came, Santa, a young adult synth.

"We need your help with a chuck of metal that's stuck. We're trying to get it out, but its stuck between the rubble that we're trying to clear out." Santa explained, pointing at the piece of metal that's stuck.

Venessa rushed towards the ladder in front of the rumble with Danse following suit. She climbed up and reached where she was at arms length of the piece of metal. She pulled it, but it seemed to be really jammed in there.

The second time, she did her best to yank it out from that space. Well, she did get it out, but it cause her to slip and fall from the ladder. Danse rushed over to her, before she fell.

She expected to land back first on the ground, but she found herself on Danse's arms. Once again, she was caught blushing.

"T-Thanks, Danse."

"Don't mention it." He said, shaking his head, with a hint of redness from his cheeks as well. "You should, uh, be careful next time."

A single giggle from Santa was all the effort Venessa needed to hop off of Danse's arms and throw the piece of metal on the ground that barely even hit Santa.

"Stop laughing!" She yelled out.

'Hey, Pluto.'

From her belt, the Walkie-talkie sounded off. Right away, she picked it up and answered, clearly fluttered due the events that played out previously before.

"H-Hey, Kels! What's up?"

[bylightofdawn]

Today was a rough day at work and I've sadly realized that like most people in the American workforce I am underpaid, under-supported and underappreciated. We got forced to train to do business but they aren't giving us any additional pay which is bullshit. On top of it, they aren't supporting us like they should so the job is SUPER STRESSFUL. Today I cried in frustration because of the stupid bullshit that happened with this customer I could not fix it and I'm so stupidly empathetic that I cried afterward. Which is on me but it's also on my job because they won't give us the support and tools I need to do my job.

And yet the cost of living pretty much gone up 30% to 50% in my area and is just going to go up and I am definitely feeling it in my wallet. So I went onto Indeed today, and saw a local call center in my town offering literally the same job I am doing, same hours (is probably subcontracting for the same fucking company that my job has contracts with) and they were paying 2 dollars more an hour.

And I keep scrolling and the average call center job for my state for experienced call center reps is pretty much universally at least 2 dollars more an hour. Yes, there are the shitty ones that churn through barely out of high school age, they are only going to be there for six months so we'll pay them shit pay of like 12 dollars an hour sorta places. It's literal pay people to be a body in a seat sorta call center which sucks and I am beyond that life.

So I know my current job is seriously underpaying me. Not even accounting for the other horseshit I've been dealing with by them forcing business accounts on my shoulders with no additional pay. Business agents back when we were in the call center got like a .50 cent or something pay differential. It was peanuts but even that's gone away. Which is why I never wanted to do business accounts.

I could bitch about bullshit red-tape too, anyone who has worked in a call center knows what I'm talking about. But it was still a kick in the balls to know just how underpaid I am. I mean, I've been there for almost five years at this point. I have seen exactly one major raise in that time where I think they moved us from like 14 to 15 dollars an hour. Then COVID hit, they shut down my local center and moved all us agents to WFM and moved to a different state where I KNOW they are paying less than what they were paying us. But I ate shit and accepted it because I love my job, I love the mental stimulation of what I do, and getting to feel like a mini detective. Without going into too much detail I work in the fraud prevention industry. It's an interesting job and I don't feel like I'm just a zombie asking people if they have unplugged their equipment and restarted their computer tech support job.

So now I'm putting out apps and applying and I fucking HATE job hunting. I am at an age that I want to find a job and just stick with it for the next 20 years. But that's a fucking pipedream and I know it because that's now how real life works anymore. I want the stability of having my routine, doing a job I enjoy, and one that I'm good at. I don't want to hop from one place to another. And I think I'm a pretty fucking good employee. Every supervisor I have had says I'm a model employee who does excellent work, I'm good with customers etc. I had like a 100% schedule adherence last year with zero points for like being late clocking in/out etc. Fucks sake I work in a job where I tell people no all the time, and deny them services and my customer rating scores are like 90%. Comments on my calls from customers are always glowing so I'm a fucking rockstar as far as call center employees go. I deserve to be respected and supported by my job and should be underpaid and underappreciated.

But fuck I hate job hunting. I hate changing jobs, having to learn the ropes of a new place, meeting new people and having to adjust to the atmosphere of a new place. I hate having to make bullshit smalltalk and having to find bland, safe topics to chat up the cubicle mates and desperately try and find some common ground. All the while praying to sweet baby jesus that person isn't some batshit right-wing casual racist/misogynist/generally unpleasant to be around a person or someone who is just plain crazy or a casual thief who will go through your shit when you're not there.

Like, call centers attract an interesting variety of people. Sadly work from home jobs are drying up which stinks cause I love WFM mostly. But fuck it, I'm willing to go back into the office if I need to. I just hate job hunting. I hate everything about it.

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

“Honest Man Given Two Years In Jail,” Montreal Star. November 8, 1932. Page 1. ---- LONDON, Ont., Nov. 8. - (C.P.) - Oscar Sorenson, Toronto, who attempted to hold up a tobacco warehouse with a toy pistol, was sentenced to two years in Portsmouth penitentiary on a charge of assault with attempt to rob.

In broken English, Sorenson told the magistrate today he was an honest man. Last Christmas, he said, he had found a cheque for $95 on a Toronto street. He returned the cheque to the owner and got a reward of 50 cents, he declared.

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“‘Toy Pistol Bandit’ Given Prison Term,” Toronto Globe. November 9, 1932. Page 10. ---- Sorenson Sentenced in London to Two Years in Penitentiary ---- (Staff Correspondence of The Globe.) London, Ont., Nov. 8 - A sentence of two years in Portsmouth Penitentiary was given Oscar Sorenson, 48 years old, Richmond Street, Toronto, in Police Court to-day. Sorenson, known as the ‘toy pistol bandit,’pleaded guilty last week to a charge of assault with intent to rob.

When asked if he had anything to say, Sorenson stated he had never been in any trouble before and that he had always been honest. He stated that last Christmas he found a cheque for $95 on a street in Toronto and returned it to the owner. He received fifty cents for his honesty.

Armed with the cap pistol, which he held in his right hand and which he covered by his left, he entered the Coleman establishment and ordered Peter Buchanan, employee, to ‘stick them up’ and hand over the cas Instead of obeying the command, Buchanan struck the ‘gunman’ on the arm and knocked the pistol to the floor. The two men then struggled until Mr. Coleman, who was in the rear room, entered the front office and helped capture Sorenson

[AL: Sorenson indeed had no previous criminal record, was a 48 year old widower and immigrant from Norway whose record indicates he had been unemployed for most of 1932 before the robbery. He was convict #2843 at Kingston Penitentiary, worked in the carpentry shop, and was discharged August 1934.]

[solaetis-moved-blog]

I have a question!! Pick me cent!! Which servants are your favorites and why? o: what made them stand out to you?

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MEDUSA - i’m a slut for medusa what else do you want to know… she’s also the reason why i got into fate! if there’s anything about greek myths that i know best, it’s about her. i’ve been reading about medusa for like??? seven years now so i was very intrigued about the role she plays in fsn. i was very disappointed at the first two routes and then heaven’s feel came around and slapped me in the face. the things i hate about fate’s medusa are her frequent sexualization, the portrayal of her relationship with her sisters and then there’s that dumbass commentary about perseus being a successful shinji like how wrong can you be…

MEDEA - IM NOT SAYING I HAVE A BIAS BUT……………. anyway medea is that sort of character that doesn’t need to have a romantic route in order to gain depth. fsn did not make her waifuable. she siblingzones you in fgo. we stan? we stan. there’s just a lot to mention here and im scared that i’ll go on a long tangent about my love for her but she’s amazing and very underrated and therefore you must all love her better. i hate the fact that jason’s suffering as a character in order to emphasize her more though like you can do that without making her “uwu i was a victim” because medea when she was betrayed spit on his face and laughed at his helplessness im not saying she wasn’t a victim im just saying she wasn’t some weak little girl who couldn’t save herself and whose soul was lost in jason’s betrayal

OZYMANDIAS - love at first sight. no, really. my love for ozy began with watching prince of egypt and then picking fate prototype and from there reading a lot of research materials concerning the life of ramesses ii. he is obnoxious as a whole because he’s really just made to have a dick size contest with gil but they’re both great i just love ozymandias better cause i grew up reading about him and im personally in love with characters who love their significant others deeply

KARNA - i was meant to mention cu but i already mentioned that dog in some other post. karna was another muse that paved way to so many of my friendships with fate rpers here! reading the apocrypha light novels made me heavily interested in mahabharata. he’s so interesting in fate, but i was sort of turned off when i realized that they made fate karna too much of a pillar of goodness when he wasn’t exactly that? he has his moments to be criticized. anyway karna is beautiful and everyone who says he’s whitewashed needs to take a look at surya first.

ATALANTE - do you ever just think about a girl at night before you sleep and cry real hard? this is me with atalante like i legit just cry whenever i think about her from what she went through as a child and how she was in apocrypha wherein she literally went ape shit because of jeanne and it just hurts to watch because it may seem like an impossible dream or even childish when you think about it, but there’s just a purity in it that would be a miracle to understand if you’re not someone who knows what it feels like to be abandoned and unloved? i think about this all the time and how that speaks volume, always. i just hate how they wrote her feelings towards jason it’s so accurate and stupid but i forgive them because atalante did nothing wrong

[paperpocalypse]

white rabbit.

50 Wordless Ways to Say “I Love You”: 2. Tucking the sheets around them when they stir during the night.

Pairing: Five Hargreeves x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,874 words

Warnings: Swearing, panic attack

His idiot siblings are going to give him a goddamn aneurysm.

The hum of the Commission briefcase – which is now in 2019 without a single person attached to it – rings in Five’s ears, mocking. He resists the urge to scream and tear all of his hair out. All that work – wasted!

“Now what?” Luther asks as Five paces up and down the alley.

What do you think, you doorknob? “Now nothing, Luther, all right? Make your peace with God.”

“What? What about Allison and Vanya?”

“Screw them both. They should have been here.” Five’s irritated pacing turns into a run, and he furiously kicks a cardboard box. God, the alley smells like vomit and shit. Everything is shit! “Ugh!”

“What about Diego?” Klaus slurs out his two cents from his place on the ground. Useless puke bag. “He's quite a responsible young man, no?”

“Something must’ve happened to them,” says Luther.

Fuck that. Wherever they are, they’ll be dead soon enough. Does nobody understand that? Dead! Dead! Dead!

“Screw Diego, all right? Screw everybody!” Five seethes. “[Y/n] and I were better off in the apocalypse.”

He turns on his heel, trying to suppress the rising panic in his bones. Something catches his arm.

Your brow is furrowed when he meets your gaze, mouth set in a thin, worried line. “Five,” you murmur, voice soft.

A tiny sting of regret worms its way into his chest at your expression. But then he thinks of the briefcase, and the Handler, and he quickly looks away.

“Five!” Luther admonishes, casting you a concerned glance. “Come on.”

His brother’s tone grates on the last of Five’s nerves. Gritting his teeth, he advances on the large man. Your hand slips away.

“You know what, Luther? It's every sibling for himself now.” Five throws his arms out in a grand gesture, then makes his way over to the door. “How ’bout that?”

Yanking the door open, he storms into the building.

Five tries to think as he stomps up staircase after staircase, but he can’t hold onto a thought for more than a few seconds before it disappears into a muddle of static. Concentrate. He just needs to get to the flat and think of a new plan, yeah, again, and try to save the world for the millionth fucking time – he stumbles over a step and then rights himself, legs numb. His chest feels tight. Come on. Keep moving. Think, think! God!

You’re calling his name. He doesn’t answer.

There is another way. A Hail Mary. But what if they waste that last chance too?

He swears underneath his breath, heart pounding. Blood roars in his ears. He tightens his grip on the railing and tries to even out his breathing.

Shit. Now is not the time. He needs to get out of this stairwell. Everything is so cramped and it’s not helping at all –

“… Five.”

You’re behind him, and then you’re in front of him, and Five meets a blurry set of eyes for the second time. Breathe. Breathe.

“Do you want to go back outside?” you ask softly.

No more stairs. “Flat,” he manages to reply, gesturing messily at the door a few feet away. Just somewhere with some space. In. Out.

You nod.

Several minutes later, he’s sitting on the bed in the room that Elliott had given him, blazer folded over the footboard, face damp with sweat and tucked into the crook of your neck as he completely breaks down.

Your hands treat him gently, rubbing circles into his back and wiping his face. He grips your shirt until his knuckles are white.

“You can get through this,” you say to him. “Just breathe with me, okay?”

Five tries. He really does. A shudder wracks his body. You inhale. He inhales. Exhale. Exhale.

“Good job.”

Something wet runs down his cheek. Fuck.

Both relief and shame fill him when you dry his cheek with your sleeve.

It’s absolute shit, however long it lasts – Five doesn’t know how long. Too long. But you’re there the whole time, holding him like you’ve done before, and it helps even though he’s too embarrassed to admit as much. You help a lot.

As the hammering in his chest finally slows to dull thuds, he takes in another deep, slow breath, and loosens his grip.

“I’ll get you some water?” you ask. He moves his head in some semblance of a nod. “Okay. I’ll be right back.”

Carefully, you detach yourself from him; the mattress creaks as you stand up and leave. Five swallows, staring down at his hands. The air feels slightly chilly on the side of his face that had been pressed against you, and he uses the comforter to quickly scrub away the dampness. His eyes ache.

You return soon enough with a glass of cold water. He sips slowly at first, then gulps the rest of it down. You put the empty glass onto the nightstand and brush his hair away from his eyes.

“You need to rest.”

The word brings a brief wave of longing. Then stress follows soon after, and Five steels himself. “I need to come up with another plan,” he mutters.

Even though he’s not looking at you, he feels the sudden burn of your gaze as you put your hands on his shoulders. “After you rest.”

“The apocalypse –”

“Is still a few days from now.” Your words take on a honeyed, coaxing tone. “There’s not much else we can do today, so sleep. Please. I’ll take care of things while you’re away.”

You press down, and despite his previous protest, Five doesn’t resist.

“… Thanks,” he vaguely hears himself mumble.

When his head touches the pillow, it feels as if all his muscles give way. His eyelids immediately feel heavy.

The last thing he’s aware of is you taking off his shoes.

—

Five is thoroughly conked out by the time you pull the blankets over him, and after giving his forehead a tender peck, you tiptoe out of the bedroom and shut the door with a quiet sigh.

Now on to business.

The rest of the Hargreeves siblings, as well as Sissy and Harlan Cooper, sit up slightly as you stride into the living room. You make a point of looking at each one of them individually, cross your arms, and then speak.

“I believe explanations are in order.”

Diego is the one who speaks first. “I ran into Lila,” he says, maintaining eye contact with you. “She tried to drag me to the Commission while I was burying Elliott.”

“I see,” is all you say. “Allison?”

“Some men came in and attacked Ray and me at the house,” she explained. “Otherwise, I would have been on time.”

“Did you kill them?”

“I made them leave.”

“All right. Vanya?”

“Carl called the police to stop us on the way here. I had to deal with them.”

Sissy and Harlan are not supposed to be here. Based on the hard look Vanya is giving you, she knows that. You close your eyes and breathe out softly.

“All right. Well, I can’t change the past, and the briefcase is already lost, so I’m not going to shout about how everything should’ve gone,” you eventually tell them, eyebrows drawn. “I just want to talk to you about Five.”

“What's wrong with him?” Diego asks.

Klaus answers for you. “He’s pissed.”

Luther agrees solemnly. You frown.

“He’s stressed. Yes, he’s angry, but he’s mostly stressed and worried sick.” You uncross your arms. “Do you know what he did to get that briefcase?”

The siblings blink at you.

“He assassinated the board of directors,” you say. “I know you don’t know much about the Commission, but what he did was a big deal and very dangerous. And he did it for you. He does everything for you, because you’re his family, and he cares about you.”

“He has a hard time showing us,” Diego mutters.

“And you guys seem to have a hard time showing him,” you return. “It just … it feels like you see the apocalypse as Five’s problem. And maybe mine as well, but not yours. I understand that you’ve had to adapt and make a life here, but none of you except for Sissy and Harlan belong in this time. Whatever we’ll have to do from now on will require all of us to stay together. We can’t risk another doomsday.”

“Doomsday?” Sissy speaks up, alarmed. “What’s this about a doomsday?”

Vanya shifts. “It’s …” She touches Sissy’s hand gently. “It’s kind of a long story. I’ll tell you later, okay? You and Harlan don’t have to worry about it. We’ll fix it.”

“We will,” you confirm, nodding at the pair. “As long as everyone does what they’re supposed to.”

Luther looks at you curiously. “Why are you telling us all of this and not Five?”

Why, indeed. Glancing back in the direction of the bedroom, you think of Five tucked away in bed for the first time since he landed in Dallas. Hopefully, he hasn’t snuck out. You’ll have to check on him soon.

“He’d be too stubborn to admit it. It took me a long time to find out how much he sacrificed to help me in the apocalypse. And the Commission.” You smile frankly. “What’s more, he’s resting now. It’s been a long two weeks.”

“Shit,” Klaus mutters. “I forgot about the time thing. The old man must be one apocalypse away from a heart attack.”

“Yes. He’s not invincible.”

Everyone looks down awkwardly.

“We’re sorry for not making it. We didn't know. And we’ll tell him that.” Allison folds her hands tightly in her lap. “So what do we do now?”

Again, not much. Shrugging, you gesture to the couches and chairs that they’re sitting on. “Rest. Get cleaned up. Five and I will need to explore our options once he’s awake.”

With that, you turn and start making your way back to the guest room.

Vanya’s tentative voice stops you when you’re halfway through the kitchen. “Let us know when he wakes up?”

The other siblings voice their agreement. A genuine smile touches your lips. “I will,” you answer, pleased.

The murmuring in the living room fades as you continue walking. When you reach the bedroom, you gingerly open the door and poke your head inside.

Five is exactly where you had left him, tucked in with the blankets up to his chin and dead to the world. Soft snores reach your ears as you creep closer. Good. Seating yourself at the edge of the mattress, you run your fingers through his hair.

For the rest of the evening and most of the night, you watch over Five, keeping quiet and re-tucking the sheets around him whenever he stirs. He doesn’t open his eyes once. His siblings drift in occasionally, individually or in pairs, each of them looking every bit like they’re entering a lion’s den until you smile and beckon them closer. None of them speak, but they don’t need to. You can only hope that Five won’t be too angry with them in the morning.

A lot of work will need to be done then. But for now, your partner needs to sleep.

[isagisyoichi]

oooh could you do prompt 20 with isagi? i love him so much

EVANGELINE'S 100 EVENT (NO LONGER TAKING REQUESTS)

ISAGI + PROMPT 20, “YOU LOOK PRETTY”

CHARACTERS INCLUDED: isagi yoichi

WARNINGS: swearing and also ik the boys don’t canonically go to the same school as each other but for plot just pretend that they do and also its just more fun to write them as so. also this is really dialogue heavy and italics are a character’s inner thoughts as per usual

A/N: ISAGI MY BELOVED ;__; i feel u anon i love him sm too so this was so fun to write lol. ALSO I KEEP MAKING THESE LIKE FULL ON IMAGINES INSTEAD OF DRABBLES. apparently i am physically incapable of writing anything in moderation who knew *thumbs up emoji*

y/n looks really pretty. did they do their hair differently today?

“you know, just staring at them gets you nowhere, isagi.” isagi’s eyes go wide at reo's comment as he snaps out of his lovelorn daze.

“i-i wasn’t staring!” isagi splutters, knowing very well he was, indeed, staring at you. a chorus of “yes you were,” and other various forms of verbal agreements ring out from the boy’s lunch table.

“you suck at being subtle,” chigiri states bluntly.

and of course, bachira has to offer his two cents on the subject, too. “and flirting with y/n, don’t forget flirting with y/n!”

“oh yeah, that too.”

“no, i don’t!” isagi denies, despite knowing very well he’s never even so much as called you pretty to your face a day in his life. but it’s not like they have to know!

“oh, so you’ve flirted with them before?” nagi questions suspiciously as all eyes at the table turn to isagi while they less than patiently await his answer.

“well no,” isagi admits, earning a “called it,” from naruhaya, “but i could make a move on them if i really wanted to!” he defends. everyone at the table exchanges knowing looks at each other, with them all thinking the same thing: no he can't.

“oh, yeah?” nagi asks with a raised brow.

“yeah.”

“then do it right now.”

“okay- wait what?!” where the fuck did that come from?!

“if you think you could, then why don’t you?” nagi, ever the instigator, challenges. and right when isagi is about to protest against nagi’s challenge, a number of provocations circulate from around him.

“c’mon isagi, you have tooooooo!”

“you won’t, no balls!”

“do it, i’m bored.”

“400 yen he chickens out,” chigiri less than discreetly whispers to reo.

“you’re on,” reo accepts the redhead’s bet, shaking his hand under the table.

isagi glances at his last resort, kunigami for support, but he only replies, “you’ve liked them for a while and you should really put yourself out there, isagi,” offering an apologetic smile.

“well then, it’s settled, let’s go isagi,” nagi says, before he can even give isagi a chance to speak. nagi pulls the unwilling black-haired boy out of his seat before isagi can even fully process what’s going on.

and despite his protests to let him go, nagi drags a visibly unnerved isagi across the cafeteria to your place at the water fountain, whispering “thank me later,” as he pushes isagi towards you a little bit too hard, accidentally making isagi crash into your side. “shit, my bad,” nagi cringes from afar.

you let out a sound of surprise of the sudden impact, moving slightly to your right due to the slight collision. “i’m so sorry, y/n!” isagi immediately apologizes once he balances himself again, a mortified look on his face. “are you okay?” he asks with concern.

thankfully, you don’t look bothered at all, and instead choose to giggle at his (or nagi’s, technically) mishap. “it’s fine isagi, i’m fine, don’t worry,” you reassure with a kind smile, “gravity’s a real bitch sometimes, huh?” isagi lets out a breath of amusement at your joke, grateful you weren’t currently yelling at him for bumping into you.

“yeah,” he breathes out, smiling warmly at you. they’re even prettier face to face, he thinks.

you two continue to stare at each other, smiling awkwardly at each other for way longer than socially acceptable until you clear your throat and say, “well, i gotta go. it was nice seeing you,” with a wave, starting to turn around, internally cringing at how awkward the atmosphere had suddenly become.

seeing how he already came all the way here (even if it was by force), isagi rationalizes that he might as well go through with nagi’s plan. fuck it, it’s now or never.

“wait! i had something to tell you,” isagi blurts out, making you whip your head back.

“oh, really?” isagi nods, leaving you to answer with a “well, shoot,” gesturing your hands out, signaling him that it was alright to ask.

taking an inhale, isagi starts with, “i just wanted to say...” okay, that’s great, now make the rest of the words come out, dumbass. isagi doesn’t say anything after that, his nerves getting the best of him, resuming the previous awkward atmosphere.

trying your best to encourage him to continue you say, “you just...” whilst jokingly moving your hands in a circular motion.

ah fuck it, just spit it out. “you look pretty today!” isagi exclaims.

his sudden compliment surprises you. it makes you feel warm all over, butterflies fluttering around your entire body. apparently getting told you look pretty by the boy you’ve liked for like, ever will do that to you.

with a grin that stretches ear to ear, you return isagi’s compliment with one of your own, saying, “you don’t look too bad yourself, isagi,” playfully nudging the now, red all over, boy next to you.

“thank you,” isagi says with an appreciative smile of his own. he thinks his day couldn’t get any better. well, that is until you speak up once again.

“hey, lunch isn’t over for another twenty minutes. you wanna walk around with me?”

twenty more minutes with you? who was he to say no to that?

BONUS:

“seriously, can anyone make out what they’re saying?”

“synchronized metallic rats are the future of society.”

“for once, i would love to know what the fuck the things that come out your mouth mean.”

“wait, what the hell, did he just ditch us?!”

“oo, i call dibs on his lunch!”

[pokelemony]

Today is a good day

word count - 1083 words

-

Today is a good day.

And for once he wasn’t being sarcastic about it, it really was a great day! None of the ghosts were causing any trouble (well, except for minor ghosts like Ectopuses but those were no sweat), he did all his chores, finished all his homework, and he finally has the time to hang out with Sam and Tucker later!

He hummed a tune as he relaxed, floating in mid-air. Looking up at the sky, it was light blue in colour and free of clouds. The breeze brushed through his hair, giving a pleasant and comfortable feeling. If it weren’t for the wind it’d be sweltering hot today.

Danny stretched and popped his joints, yawning all the while. “Alright, that’s enough slacking off. Gotta get these Ectopuses right back to the ghost zone”

But just before he could fly off, the faint shouts of children could be heard. Are they calling him? "Oh no," he muttered to himself, preparing for any trouble as he dashed off to the source of the sound.

He was mentally prepared for anything. Skulker? Technus? Bring it on! It was becoming a bit too boring around here anyways.

What he didn’t expect was for a group of kids to be there, still yelling his name. Scratch that, he did expect civilians, who else would’ve shouted for his help? He just didn’t expect them to be, well, uninjured.

He checked each and every one of them to make sure they were all okay, then checked the surroundings for any signs of an attack or the remains of one. They all seem fine; some people were even walking their dog around the park and some were jogging. That’s weird, he could’ve sworn they were in danger.

He floated down slowly to the area where those kids were huddled around. Concerned, he wracked his brain for an explanation. Are they overshadowed? No, their eyes aren’t glowing red. Are they injured? No, he already checked them beforehand. Is one of their friends in danger? Oh Ancients, he hopes not. But then again, they don’t look worried too worried so maybe not.

Sighing, he shook his head. He was getting nowhere with this; he’ll just have to ask those kids himself.

Clearing his throat he landed soundlessly on the ground. The kids cheered, running closer to him. Rubbing the back of his neck and throwing a sheepish grin he looked down at the mass of grinning children, “Uh, hi there! What seems to be the problem?”

A few kids squealed and one of them walked up to him and gave him the biggest smile he’s ever seen. “There’s no problem at all Mister Phantom, we just wanted to see you up close!”

Danny blinked owlishly at them, before doubling over in laughter. So that’s what got him all worried? Maybe Jazz was right, he was paranoid. He should’ve known better; he trusts the people of Amity to not deliberately put themselves in more danger than necessary. Maybe.

His chuckles faded away, but his grin was still bright on his face. “Well, I’m here now! Is there anything you all wanted to do in particular?”

His smile widened at the excited gasps they let out before simultaneously erupting into what could be called a shouting competition. Yelling out their suggestions louder than the others as if that’ll convince the rest that their idea is obviously the superior one.

“Can we play hide and seek?”

“No, that’s lame! He should show us all his powers!”

“But I wanna play games with him!”

“I want him to carry me in the air!”

“He can’t carry all of us!”

“Well, he’ll just carry me then!”

He chuckled before mediating the situation, “Alright, settle down you guys. We can decide on something we all like, okay?” It was amusing seeing all the kids quiet down and listen to him so eagerly.

He hummed and got thinking, “Hmm, well what were you guys playing before I got here?”

The kids brightened as one of them enthusiastically shouted “Football!” right as 2 of them immediately ran off presumably to get the balls.

A few of the kids looked a bit annoyed, one crossed his arms and huffed. “How many times do we have to tell you this? It’s called soccer, not football!”

Danny raised an amused eyebrow at that, sounds like a reoccurring argument. He let out a hearty laugh, they’re just like Sam and Tucker.

The kid that yelled out beforehand crossed their arm as well. “Is not! It’s called football for a reason!”

“Well-!”

“Guys, we’re back with the balls!” indeed they were, effectively shutting up the kids. They all ran towards the field, argument far forgotten.

He smiled, walking after them. Grin widening as he got close enough to hear them get into another argument, this time about himself. Man, these kids are full of energy.

“Phantom should join us! We’re the better team!”

“No way! You already have Nicolas and he’s the best player, let us have Phantom!”

“Phantom deserves to be on the winning team!”

“No! We already have a handicap”

Danny awkwardly chuckled, rubbing his neck. He’s not too good at diffusing arguments, his tries with Sam and Tucker never ended well. He thought about a role that would be fair for both teams.

He cut them off in the middle of their argument, hesitantly putting his two cents. “I could be the referee?”

“NO!”

Well, they could all agree on that one.

In the end, it was decided that Danny would take a turn on each team so that everyone got a chance to play with him. They played well into the sunset, and they all were getting noticeably tired.

They decided to call it a day, despite the multiple protests of “I can keep playing!” and “I’m not tired at all!”. Congratulating everyone on their skills and high-fiving each other.

Danny’s team won every match of course.

He promised them that they could all play again sometime, and by the time everyone’s parents picked them up and said their goodbyes it was almost time for his hangout with Sam and Tucker.

He rushed over to Sam’s house where they’re going to have a movie marathon, feeling giddy from today’s events. He couldn’t wait to spend time with them.

And as he snuggled into his space-themed blanket, Sam and Tucker at his side bickering on which movie to watch, he can’t help but smile contently.

Yeah, today’s a good day.

-

Another work on "Danny deserves love" or "Danny being appreciated" >:] while the concept of him being bad with kids is funny i will take danny being good with kids to the grave with me

[mystic-poet]

ROGUE PATHS

I wake up to find myself handcuffed to the hospital bed. The drug they injected me with to tame me seems to be wearing off. Ugh! This again. Better to get it over with, I guess. I drag my free hand into my bun and retrieve a small blade. As usual the dumb police never bothered to check in there thinking a man’s bun would just be a fashion statement. I twist to my side and turn the blade in the keyhole clockwise. My hand comes free. I learnt to pick locks when I was young, one of my many talents. I shake my hand hard to get rid of the stiffness and get up from the bed.

I stride confidently straight towards the door, not in the sneaky kind like a criminal would. As expected, a police officer stands at guard. His lips are on the verge of screaming when I silence him by waving a hundred bucks in front of his eyes. He raises his eyebrows at me and I throw in another four hundred to satisfy his thirst. That ought to shut him up. Money! The most deadly weapon and beautiful thing anyone can ever have.

□□□

Outside the hospital waits Beth. She teaches German in Crawford High. Well, it would be safe to say she taught me the art of viciousness. If angels can house demons, there isn’t any harm in a teacher being an evil mastermind.

“They shot you pretty bad in that leg, huh?” she says as I limp on one good leg. She gives me a look that was overflowing with pity. How I hate that!

“Enough with the puppy eyes already!” I snap. My right leg was hurting real bad and I would have stayed in the hospital until they mended it and made my grand escape later but I won’t want to deprive the world of its foul folks. Besides, I have business to finish.

“I must say, I didn’t expect you to be in the hospital,” Beth says unlocking her car and we sit in.

“They shot my leg in the encounter at the bank and I was losing blood by the second. Couldn’t get much out of me while I was thrashing in pain,” I explain.

“Did you find anything at the bank?” Beth asks raising an eyebrow at me as she drives the car out of the parking lot.

“I was close to. The property papers were in my hands before the cops caught up with me. Couldn’t read a word.”

“So, what are going to do? Got anything up your sleeves?”

“Well, I do. I am going to father’s house this Wednesday,” I say coolly.

“You do know that’s two days away, don’t you?”

“I have thought it through. You’ll see,” I say grinning.

Beth shakes her head. “Just remember I need my share of the money, Carl.”

“We talked about this a million times, Beth. You’ll get your forty percent,” I say casually leaning into the passenger’s seat.

□□□

My dad abandoned me when I was a teen. He is the owner of a multinational electronic company my late grandpa founded. Beth was the assistant manager. She was a frequent visitor in thehouse and shared a fine bond with dad until one day, she was fired when my dad accused her of a theft she never committed or so she told me.

When I was old enough, I tracked her down and discovered that she craved revenge with dad for all the wrongs done to her. She wanted to blow the lid off and reveal all the dark secrets behind dad’s firm. In a way, our common want of vengeance united us.

My dad is stinking rich whereas I was left in some community home and survived off donations. This is why I despise pity; I have lived with it all my life. I have my rightful place in the company and the fortune my grandpa left behind. But I need theofficial documents and my one chance of getting them from the bank slipped away. That’s where the part of infiltrating his house comes in. Ah! It’s been such long while since I did something of this kind. Infiltrating seems such a gorgeous word now.

□□□

“So, how are we doing it?” asks Beth pouring two glasses of red wine for the both of us. She drove us to her house for it’s probably the safest place to be.

“He is hosting some success party on Wednesday and there’s bound to be security. My idea is to go through as delivery persons. The rest will follow. You will tip toe to the computer room while I put up some distraction. I will catch up with you soon enough. Till then, find the papers,” I instruct taking a swig from my glass.

“It won’t be that simple, you know,” she says with a smirk.

“I was thinking you need that forty percent,” I say with mock seriousness.

“Fine!” she says exasperated. How I love when I am obeyed.

□□□

We are wheeling the cart that supposedly holds the cake but instead I just stuffed it with a wad of cotton. I ring the bell of the grand house with Beth beside me. The housekeeper, a woman in maybe in her thirties, opens the door. She gestures to where the cake should be kept. I look around at the magnificence of the place and its each and every adornment and decoration, from the mahogany coffee table to the velvet curtains and even the intricate designs on the glass vases, conveyed royalty. I feel a rush of hatred inside me. My father enjoyed all the money at his disposal and lived in comfort with rugs beneath his feet whereas I tossed and turned with unease in my bed every night wondering if my parents would ever make their way back to me. At least my mother passed away before she witnessed the return of her abandoned son.

“You know what to do,” I whisper in Beth’s ear. She nodded. I take my blade out and make a shallow cut in the back of my hand oozing out blood. That blade is indeed a good partner. I pocket it as swiftly as I took it out.

“Oh, I am bleeding. I am bleeding,” I say dramatically and hold my hand out purposefully for everyone to see the scarlet covering it.

“Oh dear, God. I will fetch you some ice from the kitchens,” the housekeeper says and disappears into a corridor. That’s the thing about kind people; they are easy prey.

I signal to Beth and she sets off in a half-walk and half-run up the stairs. She knows the way to the computer room from all those years of coming to dinners and teas in the house. As she turns into the corner, I rush behind her too wiping the blood on my pants.

I catch up with her soon enough as she looks straight ahead navigating through the rich corridor filled with a few guests. I walk behind her maintaining a safe distance; we can’t afford to attract any attention.

We walk into a long deserted hallway. I am sure the computer room is here and so does Beth, I suppose, as she carefully notices each door. She comes to an abrupt stop in front of the door at the far end of the hallway and opens it without a glance at me. In the middle of the room sits a computer that would be the cause of my dad’s doom. Beth turns it on and gets to work as I stand at the door occasionally peaking in. I was afraid it might have a password but it didn’t. Arrogance! Father must be sure no one could evade his computer. Well, I guess history is being made today.

“Do it quick!” I hiss at her.

“Does it look like I am not trying?” she says making an irritated face at me.

We are silent for five minutes or so when Beth says, “Carl, I found them!”

A smirk creeps across my face. “Transfer it to me. All of it,” I say in an excited whisper.

Beth turns back to the computer and presses send. The next few moments go by as quickly as the blink of an eye. I lock Beth in the computer room and somewhere a safety alarm triggers deafening my ears. I hear her muffled screams calling out to meechoing in the hallway but without looking back I descend the two flights of stairs.

I bump into the security on a landing and adopting my best worried voice I say, “A woman in the computer room. Upstairs.” The words barely escape my mouth and they run upstairs to find the trespasser while I walk out of the mansion with satisfaction.

Indeed, Beth taught me too much than she should have. Call me selfish but that’s what the world made me. I couldn’t have let Beth have forty per cent. After all, what would she do with it in jail? As for my father this episode would definitely motivate him to set a computer password. I whistle walking on the road thinking of the colour my bungalow would be.

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Thank you so much for giving this a read dears!

Comments, criticism and suggestions are always welcome <3!!!

[mrssimply]

I would give you my kidney if you wrote panam x male v with the smut pt1 "we should leave before we start a scandal" I love panam and v so muchhh 😭 that would mean the world

Anon, please you don't need to give me your kidney! Just happy to fill this prompt!! A few things before you read it though : I very rarely write het sex (to my own surprise!), so I hope it's still good. Because I went full on ^^' we are in the NSFW territory here, although I think it's quite sweet! Just two people who love each other having consesual sex under the stars... I think they deserve it ;)

I really hope it's what you hoped for! I must confess to being a bit nervous... A also checked the fics count for Panam/V on AO3 and boy, only 107 works! So few!!! So i'm happy to add my two cents!

And finally, well, my own goal to limit myself at 2000 words for each prompt got shot to hell with this one, but not that much so, I'm still happy with it.

Have a good reading session!

Le Chant du Désert

The Desert's Song

It was hard to make Panam relax and take a step back. She took being leader of the clan at heart, and in the first few weeks, she had regularly been woken-up by V, drooling over papers on her table.

But tonight, he seemed adamant that she would unwind, so he had taken matters into his hands. Two days ago, he had been on a scavenger hunt with Alice, one of the younger members and they had come home proud and victorious with… A complete sound system, and two huge speakers.

It was completely impractical to transport, was the first thing she had said, but V’s smile had turned mischievous.

“Then we better make the best of it while we’re here.”

He had then started working on it, for it needed heavy reparations. But with Mitch and Alice, he got it running and screaming in two days. And the rest of the family had gotten excited over it too, to Panam’s dismay, because they were suddenly planning a party. Today had been a flurry of preparations, hijacking power from a nearby turbine generator, then preparing food, buying drinks at the nearest town, and setting up the dance floor (which meant moving a few rocks, really.)

And every time Panam had tried to butt in, either V, Mitch, Cassidy or Carol had sent her back to rest. After the third time, and felling a bit put upon she had indeed gone to lie down under the shade of her tent and before she knew it, was out cold.

V woke her up with kisses trailing up her neck, ticking her sensitive skin. He had been growing a beard lately, giving him a roguish look that she liked. Outside, she could tell in was sunset. She was pretty sure he had come to fetch her, but now seemed to have another idea, for his hands trailed up her thighs and along her bodice to her breasts that he squeezed gently, playing with her nipples through the clothes. She groaned, opening her eyes to look at him.

“Hey, beautiful,” V rasped, and fuck he was cheesy, but his tone still raised goosebumps on her skin. In a smooth movement, he came over her on the cot kissed her slowly. V’s hand slid under her waist and behind her neck, embracing her as he nipped her lips, softly asking for entrance. Panam let him in with a sigh, thinking it was nice. She felt rested and relaxed, a perfect combination that had her opening her legs and tilting her pelvis to him. But then…

“Panam? Panam come on! It’s time!” It was Carole, shouting for her from nearby.

“V went to fetch her, Carole, give her five minutes!” Cassidy replied back, his voice further away.

But it was too late, the moment was broken and she sighed. V chuckled, kissed her once more before getting up and offering her a hand that she took. V pulled her to him with force, so that she fell into his arms and he laughed at her outraged face, mouth finding her’s again. He was in a very good mood, and Panam felt herself respond in kind.

Hours later, the atmosphere, the music and the drinks accomplished what V and the Aldecaldos’ leaders had been trying to do: she was, at last, lose and relaxed, feeling floaty and happy. At the moment, she was dancing surrounded by her family, half-laughing at her own moves. Panam closed her eyes and hummed, drawing her head back to watch the star-lite sky the next moment. Then, she felt a presence behind her: V, pressing to her, his mouth over her long neck, just a hint of teeth when he kissed her skin.

“Having fun?” he whispered, right in her ear as he drew her closer, his hands covering her stomach and drifting lower, thumb catching on her front pockets.

“Hum, yeah,” she replied, turning her head to him until their mouths brushed. His eyes, when they drifted up to hers, were heated, alight with a low simmering lust. He pulled her back against him so that her ass was snugly fit against his pelvis, and she could feel the beginning of his hard-on. Panam shivered, and widened her stance before pushing back slightly and starting to gyrate her hips. He let her set the pace, trying his best to follow her with a trembling sigh. V was always so open with his desires, straight-forward where she still struggled to express them sometimes. He was simple, in the way everything was clear with him, no hesitations, no regrets, no detours. Straight to the point.

They stayed like this until the song changed to a heavier beat, even more sensual than the last and it felt like an electric current inside her veins, one that transferred to him too. Their tempo changed to adapt to the music, but their moves became more erotic, losing the innocent exploratory touches to become devouring. His hands traveled to her center, two fingers just brushing the inside of her thighs before going up. She arched back, barring her neck to his mouth and he didn’t lose anytime sucking softly at her skin, lips trailing up behind her ear and tonguing the sensitive spot behind. She purred, and he sighed in response, arms tightening around her and hips stuttering forward, like he couldn’t control himself. Panam put her hands over his as they drifted up, touching just below her breasts, and then back down again. She took control here, holding his hand over the zipper of her jeans and pushing into his long fingers that just reached her clit through the material. V hissed and buckled into her. His teeth pinched her skin and it send a delicious shiver down her spine as she, slowly, forced his hands up again but this time she didn’t stop him until V’s large palms covered her boobs. Index, middle and ring finger rolled over her nipple and she gasped.

“Woah, keep it PG, boss!” Someone shouted in jest and the leader of the Aldecaldo opened her eyes – when had she closed them? – before trying to detach herself from her output. But he held her fast, chuckling against her skin.

“We should probably leave, before we start a scandal.” He murmured cheekily and she snorted.

Making a scandal at a nomad clan was pretty arduous: intimacy was more a concept than a reality. Love-making was always a fast affair, with only just the breathiest moans and grunts. You learned very early to move in a way that didn’t make the cot rattle. But, Panam was discovering, being chief also meant people didn’t see her as a woman anymore, but as something of a motherly figure, and no one wanted to see their mom get it on heavy with her boyfriend.

V’s hand took her and he pulled out of the dance area, and to where her Thorton was parked. He was walking fast, like a man on a mission.

“V?” she asked, suddenly feeling something was happening.

He smiled at her over his shoulder, full of mischief and joy. Full of love, but didn’t say anything. He let her get into the vehicle before jumping on the passenger seat and putting coordinates in the GPS.

“Drive us here.” He ordered. She had half a mind to refuse until he spilled the deal, but she also sensed he had put work into this. She suddenly realized the whole day had been his idea: he had offered her a day off, and she hadn’t even recognized it! Gazing down, unwilling to show how touched she was by the attention, she started driving.

It wasn’t far, just five minutes, but it was still far enough from camp that they were alone. He got off the car and reached back for a portable lamp, one of the cute one that glowed softly. She followed him a pace behind as they walked maybe a hundred meters. There was a tent waiting for them, and softs blankets spread out in front of it so that they could stargaze.

He beaconed her with a smile and a tug on her hand, still silent. He was nervous, she realized. And indeed, V’s smile turned sheepish when they reached the edge of the blankets. Panam raised an eyebrow at him and let a cheeky smile bloom over her lips.

“So, where were we?”

Eyes going soft for a second, V pulled her to him, flushing their bodies together once more. He kissed her, sweet and gentle. It lasted for maybe a second, until Panam decided soft was good, but hungry was betted and surged up against him, grinding against his thigh. He growled low, hands tightening over her waist and firmly pushed her down on the blankets. He waited no time in undressing her, and she helped him between breathy kisses and appreciative moans every time his fingers brushed a newly exposed patch of skin.

When they were both naked, he stood on all four above her, eyes roaming over her form with admiration. Panam opened her legs more and tilted her pelvis in an invitation, eyebrow raised at him in challenge. V’s eyes clouded and he dropped on his stomach, slithering down until he could take her clit into his mouth. And the leader of the Aldecaldos sighed happily. He was good at this, at everything sexual really, because he was patient and attentive. By now he knew how to take her apart. He didn’t spend long tonguing her, only just enough to make her damp, and then hiked up again, kissing her as he slowly, and by little pushes, penetrated her. Panam loved to feel the stretch of his cock as it entered her, loved the way he couldn’t help but grunt at how tight she was around him. And she loved when he settled deep inside her, not moving but cock pulsing as she adjusted. V was breathing deliberately slow. She chuckled before clenching around him and he cursed, thrusting a bit in retaliation. His teeth found her neck with a low growl. But still he waited until she started moving, following her lead and gyrating his hips, rubbing his pelvis against her clit on each pass.

Panam bit her lips to restrain a moan and he stopped.

“Pan,” he murmured against her mouth, “I took you all the way into the desert, far from camp so that I could hear you, so please let me hear you.”

His words sent shivers along her spine. But years of having to keep quiet couldn’t evaporate like this so she stayed silent. With a huff, he started moving again, thrusts more powerful, bearing down on her most sensitive place with pinpoint accuracy to make her moan, and moan again.

“Fuck,” she let out, the words transforming into a long keen halfway through and V smiled in satisfaction before his gaze turned hungrier. Huffing, he rolled off of her lying on his back so that she could ride him like she wanted. Her cunt was dripping over him as she mounted him and they both groaned in unison when she sat back down.

“Come on,” he urged, hands pinching her nipples, surging up to suck at them as she arched to rub against him while she rode his cock. He stayed unmoving under her, letting her seek pleasure with him, concentrating on stroking her skin and playing with her boobs. And soon, her quiet huffs turned heavier, louder and desperate. Her hips started rocking in a disharmonious way and she felt struck between her need for release and wanting to prolong it, to delay it for maximum bliss. But then, V slightly bit on her nipple and the orgasm zapped through her core. Panam… shouted. She cried out her pleasure in a long, surprised whimper that echoed in the desert night. Panam panted and cursed low as tremors still shook her body.

Under her, V chuckled, hands still roaming over her back and when she looked down at him, he smiled like a cat: satisfied and lascivious.

“Proud of yourself, are you?” she whispered.

“Very.”

And then he turned them again so that he was once more above and slowly made his way downward. Heart still beating fast, she nearly asked him to stop. As his hands trailed the inside of her thighs, and he kissed her stomach and then the apex of her mound, she just let go. The first touch of his tongue on her over-sensitive clit had her buckling and sobbing out loud.

But only the stars, and V, heard her.

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[tazwren]

My two cents on the devolution of fandom spaces...

As a former mod of a fandom space and a woman of colour, I do not feel safe.

Seeing what has been done to so many in this fandom, by a particular group of white American women, in the name of moral policing is both abhorrent and demoralising. As it also is to repeatedly see the same narrative being shoved at everyone as the gospel truth.

A narrative that very conveniently either becomes about fic or has nothing to do with fic, depending on how people want to swing things. A narrative that will accuse a person of Jewish heritage of anti-Semitism, a person of colour of racism, a practising Muslim of being an Islamaphobe. A narrative that will define for you and me and all of us comprising this myriad of multitudes in the world what generational or personal trauma includes and what induces the same.

Those of you who know me, know what I’ve been dealing with the past few days & why I haven’t spoken up before now. Before I logged out a couple days ago, I saw what looked like more of the usual nonsense by the same group of people I’ve kept my distance from once their true colours were revealed. What I didn’t expect is that they would think themselves so above the norms of human decency and accountability that they would go after not one but two women of colour this time around in their rabidity. And many others who spoke up, as it turns out.

It hurts to see what these women, that I know of, have had to endure and to see the passivity of the community, save for a few voices, in sitting back and letting the circus rampage through town. It hurt when I was at the receiving end of it and it hurts now.

Why? Because it shows me a microcosm of the world that I don’t really relate to, that makes no sense to me with the values I was brought up with, and which reduces basic human decency to a commodity to be trampled upon and for you to be seen as weak for having. Because people who willingly laud you for your art / writing / wit, meet you with effusive claims of love and affection and friendship, who have no qualms in taking your help when it suits them, will throw you under the bus and let the wolves ravage you when it doesn't.

Before I get into that, let me talk a little bit about what has transpired over the past few days to a week, and what has been systemically taking place over perhaps the past year in this fandom.

One thing is that everyone who makes a statement about anything suddenly has people in their mentions demanding they show what gives them the right to hold that particular opinion. A critical thing people forget about fandom is that it is a place where people hide their identity for a variety of reasons, all valid, and this approach to fiction and conversations where everyone has to reveal every part of their past and identity as a means of establishing their "credentials" in order to present their views comes in direct contradiction with how fandoms operate. It violates people's rights to privacy.

The other is that there has been an increase in the voices that purportedly stand up to “speak for” the marginalised, the abused, those discriminated against and those who belong to minorities who “need to be protected / kept safe”. An admirable sentiment, to be sure. If it weren’t for the fact that none of these groups of people needed saving, speaking for or the protection of this particular group of voices.

Voices who only want to define and use these people as "model victims" to hurt other white women and establish their supremacy over both them and other POC. Voices that will present their "truth" as they see fit and sans context or present you with screenshots of snippets of conversations held in supposedly secure spaces that they have no qualms in violating in the interest of the "greater good" and claim offense / silencing if the misdemeanour is pointed out or action is taken against them, Voices that will conveniently categorize you as a "token POC" or "white adjacent" when you do not support or align with their narrative. Voices that belong to a predominantly white American group of women, whose real agenda, as is evidenced by their modus operandi, has nothing to do with real altruism or a drive for justice or indeed to right wrongs.

No, their agenda is purely power.

To hold sway over groups of followers, to shepherd them as though they are sheep who cannot think for themselves, and to set themselves up as white saviours who call out those who step out of line, or are deemed to be problematic and toxic and unsafe. To be the owners of the only "safe spaces" in fandom and to drive other groups and spaces to be boycotted or worse.

Now, I've long wondered, who indeed are these women to decide that for anyone? In a world comprising multiple cultures, religions, groups, subgroups, genders and which contains multitudes, who are these women and what gives them the right to foist their puritanical standards on everyone, very conveniently disguised as concern for the moral well being of everyone and the consumption, of all things, of fiction?

Certainly, there are many things in this world that people regard with justifiably equal dislike / horror / sadness. At the same time, there is much that is not shared, that is particular to a culture and to a person’s background. There is a multitude of perspectives that make the whole. And the white women of the United States of America have not cornered the market on what those are, or indeed even own any curatorship or censorship of the same. They cannot, because each person’s culture and background and joy and trauma is their own, as are their ways of dealing with it all.

That being said, let’s talk about their pack behaviour and the devolution I’ve witnessed on social media as basic human decency is bartered for clout.

I’m all for standing up for someone who doesn’t have a voice or a platform, or maybe afraid of repercussions to voice dissent. I’m all for being there for our fellow human beings as they face struggles of often unconscionable and unfathomable proportions. I’m all for holding people accountable for their negative behaviours as they impact the larger community.

What I am unequivocally NOT for is treating such situations as an opportunity to preach, to virtue-signal, to shame and to put on blast the alleged wrong-doers. I say alleged because that’s what most accusations are on these platforms—allegations to do with things that disturb our sense of balance or make us wrinkle our noses or that we deem bad, and therefore make the accused deserving of the full force of the community’s misbehaviour and censure.

I ask you if you were found guilty of a crime in real life—you know, the one away from your phones and keyboards—would you not have an opportunity to retain a lawyer, to plead your case in a court of law, to acquit yourself? Or, if found guilty, would you not have the opportunity for correction and rehabilitation? Yes, you say? (If you say no, then that explains the spate of state-perpetuated injustices across the USA, but that is a different matter).

Why then are people treated so abhorrently in this court of public opinion? What gives you, me, any one of us the right to judge people so vilely and with a metaphorical gun to their heads? What gives anyone the right to say you better agree with everything I say, retract everything you said and grovel for it or we will eviscerate you in public, shame you, force you to change or delete the content that offends us and still ostracise you and in some cases even threaten you with bodily harm or death, or doxx you?

Why is there no grace in how people are approached or dealt with? Whatever happened to allowing people to learn from their mistakes, where applicable, or hearing them out and giving them a chance to explain their side of something we may not fully understand?

Why is there no accountability for such behaviour on the part of the accusers?

What makes the rest of you sit back and allow this to happen? What makes you think this is in any shape or form okay to watch? Today, it is a virtual stranger at the receiving end, one you can distance yourself from quite conveniently saying Oh, she just mods a group I am in, or I only read their fics a couple times or I only followed them for their art or jokes or whatever flavour of excuse you choose. Tomorrow, it will be one of your own - or it may very well be you. And you'd better hope there's someone left to speak up for you.

The irony is you will have allowed it to happen by letting the wolf in the fold. By letting these white women manipulate you, and the community you claim to be a part of, so unapologetically, so maliciously and so unashamedly that before you can do anything about it the cancer has taken hold.

If this was happening in the world outside of social media, they would have to follow due process, to present real evidence based on facts (not based on emotions, rumours or perceptions) and would have to allow the person they are accusing to present a counter-argument, to defend themselves or be defended. Failure to do so is a miscarriage of justice and, depending on whether this is a professional or legal proceeding, they would either seriously risk their jobs or have the case thrown out of court. If not face action themselves for attempting to derail the process of justice.

Why then are they permitted to range so freely through the landscape of fandom, snarling and biting at who they please, or who displeases them?

I have no shame in saying I was at the receiving end of their behaviour for defending a friend they put on blast and I will tell you right here and now, I am a woman of colour who feels unsafe and attacked by these so-called self-appointed white saviours of your social media experience, these so-called upholders of the common morality—whatever that means—who will fight for you the evils of problematic and toxic writers who dare to have an opinion not aligned with theirs and who do not bow to their clout. Not that they care, so long as they can ignore this fact since it doesn’t fit their narrative. So long as they can ignore what has just been done to so many people in the name of cleansing the fandom.

If any one of these women were truly interested in alleviating the troubles and pains of the discriminated, the marginalized, the trauma-affected, I invite them to please come roll their sleeves up and help in the multitudes of troubles that wrack this world, not just in the backyards of their minds. My country is amidst a struggle for the basics of human life in this horrific pandemic and, prior to that, for basic constitutional rights for religious minorities. Do not patronize me and lecture me on trauma and racism and discrimination. Do not marginalise me in your attempt to pontificate and set your pearl-clutching puritanical selves above the rest, or assuage your white guilt.

A largely American audience or fanbase in this fandom is purely a function of access and interest—other cultures have vast followings for things you couldn't begin to fathom—and it doesn't mean you are entitled in any shape or form to be spokespeople for the rest of the world. We have no interest in being colonized again by white oppressors.

If you disagree with what I have said, I congratulate you on being a part of their coterie and wish you much joy in being the sheep in their fold. Kindly unfollow or block me on the way off of this post.

[littlerockerao3]

Ooh 73 for the drabble thing if you want :)

Of course! Here it is!

73. “Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Trigger warning: nudity, but I guess that was obvious.

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Robb hates Summer. He hates that he constantly has to take a shower only to still be sweating three seconds later. He hates how ice cream melts in a heartbeat and it all drips along the cone and straight in his hand. He hates how he has to sleep with the window open just to let some breeze in the room but then, in the morning, the sunshine so bright and hot either wakes him up too early or ends up burning some part of his body: it happened once that he fell asleep and this ray of sunshine burnt half of his arm.

Now, as if all of this wasn’t enough, it’s fucking July and no month is hotter than July. If it was up to Robb, he’d stay home with his face in front of the fan for hours and hours. But it just so happens that he has a boyfriend who claims to see him every once in a while, but since his boyfriend is a total dickhead who loves Summer more than anything else in the world (Robb is one hundred per cent sure that is solely because he can show off his biceps) and there’s no fucking fan at his place.

That had led Robb to the only solution to survive such hot weather: lowering the blinds, undressing and lying on the bed. It does work, for a little: the pillow is cool, but he’ll have to turn it on the other side in a few, cause he feels his hair is sweating so hard it’s basically wet. But for now, it’s a nice feeling: Theon’s place is comfortable in the first place. More quiet. Cooler, cause Theon’s the only one living in here, Robb’s home is so full of people stuck with each other he’s sure that’s the reason why it’s so warm. He wishes he could live at Theon’s place forever, which is something that could actually happen at some point, cause Theon is trying to send him signals about it for days. Robb’s not even sure if Theon himself is sure of it, he just wishes he could say it as it is: “move in with me”. It’s not like Robb would refuse.

“Babe, you in there?” He hears Theon’s voice coming from the other side of the door. He’s early, he said he had to go to the store and grab a few things and that it would have taken him only five minutes, which equals two twenty-five minutes when it’s about Theon.

The door opens, “Ro-is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Robb rolls his eyes, as he turns lightly to stare at his boyfriend’s amused face, “Now don’t act like you don’t like it”.

A smirk appears on Theon’s face, thick dark eyebrows raising. He makes his way to the bed, flip flops swatting against the floor, and lays down next to Robb, “Oh I do like it indeed”.

He swats a hand down on Robb’s ass, much like he was expecting, which is the only reason Robb doesn’t wince.

“Ouch” he still says, out of instinct. In response, Theon pats his bum one more time, gentler, then rests his hand on Robb’s lower back. “Oh we both now you can handle much more than that”.

It’s true, Robb can’t deny that, but he’s too tired to replay: warm weather makes his head hurt and Theon’s hand is so warm it makes him sweat even more. He realises he’d been keeping his eyes closed only when he opens them up the moment he feels Theon’s lips pressing a kiss to his neck.

“What is wrong, sexy?”

Robb sighs in return, “My brain, my whole body is boiling. It’s too hot” he whines.

“N’aaaw, my poor little abominable snowman doesn’t like Summer, does he?” Theon brushes his nose against Robb’s cheek, then proceeds to kiss his jaw.

“I freaking ha-what did you just call me?” Robb would like to ask Theon where he got the idea for that nickname, but it’s in that moment that Theon climbs on top of him, his skin touching Robb’s. Which translates into: more sweating.

“No don’t do that, it’s too hot for you to touch me” he cries, pushing Theon away. Though Theon is only wearing shorts and a white t-shirt Robb wonders how he doesn’t need to take a shower cause, for fuck’s sake, Robb just took a shower, he’s completely naked yet he does need another shower.

“Seriously, and then you make fun of me when it’s winter and I’m too cold” Theon huffs, feigning annoyance.

Robb bends his head a little to press a small weak kiss to his shoulder, “How do you handle summer without melting or frying?” He asks it as if he’s looking for the elixir of life.

Theon twists his finger along one of Robb’s auburn curls, “I swim a lot”, he says, “In fact, we should go swim, right now and cool off”.

“In your pool?” Robb doesn’t know why he’s asking, of course he meant his pool: that was like, number one reason why Theon bought this house in the first place, cause it had enough space for a pool.

“Yep” Theon says.

“But I’ll get sunburned” Robb whines, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and caressing his long fingers with his own.

“Not if you put on sunscreen”.

“But I don’t have it here with me, and you’re a dickhead who doesn’t get sunburned because your skin tone is fucking amazing and you actually can sunbathe” Robb’s aware he sounds like a kid, but he doesn’t mind: he’s allowed to, sometimes. And it’s true, Theon does have an amazing skin tone and he’s a dickhead for that.

“I actually do have some sunscreen here” that statement causes Robb to frown in both confusion and surprise: Theon despises sunscreen, and he’s gonna regret that in a few years, but every time they go to the beach (not many times but still) and Robb tells him to put on some at least on his face, the answer he usually gets is a simple “fuck off”. That is why it’s so weird for Robb to know Theon has let some sunscreen in his home.

“You do?” he asks.

Theon rolls his eyes, a small blush making its way through his bony cheeks, “Yeah, just for you babe”.

The smile grows on Robb’s face without him trying to control it, “How thoughtful of you”.

Theon takes that as the opportunity to hide his blush behind a charming smirk, “I know right? I think I deserve a kiss”.

“More than one” Robb leans over so that his lips can touch Theon’s. He feels hands caressing his hips and lower back, til they make their way down to his ass. This time, when Theon pinches it, Robb does wince. “Ow! Stop it!” He exclaims, swatting Theon’s hands away.

Theon’s smile is just a few inches away from Robb’s mouth.

“Never” he says, then pulls him in for another kiss.

It’s Theon who pulls away first, this time: he gets up from the bed and slips inside his flip flops to grab the bottle of sunscreen from his drawer. It’s still wrapped in plastic.

“You know, I think you should stay naked” he says to Robb.

“Don’t you start” the redhead says in return: he knows that will only lead to Theon’s grabby hands not trying at all to control themselves.

“It’s not like anyone is going to see us anyway” Theons says, as he gets undressed too, only to slip inside a pair of red swim trunks, “Come on.”

Robb doesn’t know why he agrees on swimming naked while Theon is not going to be naked. Probably because he already knows those red trunks aren’t going to stay on for too long anyway. Oh well. He’s lucky enough the bush all around the house is high and no one is going to see his naked body, unless they’ll look out the top floors’ windows.

Theon’s grabby hand don’t waste time and show Robb how grabby they are right away, by applying much more sunscreen than necessary on his glutes and lower belly. Robb actually has to ask Theon to focus a little more on his shoulders and back, cause he’s been outside under the sun for five minutes and they’re burning already.

“There you go, now there’s no way you’re going to get sunburned, this is the sunscreen that’s usually used on little kids” Theon rubs the sunscreen over Robb’s cheeks and nose at last.

Robb eyes him up and down: his golden anklet is basically shining thanks to the contrast with his bronze skin, his brown eyes looks so warm. He’s just too gorgeous.

“I hate you, you have such a beautiful skin tone” he huffs.

Theon extends a hands to gently stroke Robb’s collarbone, “Mhm-hmm, I don’t have these lovely freckles though. Come on, let’s go”.

He jumps in the pool with a loud splash, drops of water lading all over Robb’s naked body. He better get going as well.

“Oh god this feels good” he almost moans, as he gets into the cold water of the pool.

“Told ya” Theon’s all over him in a second, hands on his waist, pressing him against the edge.

“Shut up”

“Make me”

Robb gladly starts that little make out session that ends with him pushing Theon away before it can turn into more than just a make out session. And that’s how Robb keeps swimming around while Theon sits on the pink flamingo float, saying that he should probably go inside and make them some drinks to drink by the pool, but still refusing to make a move.

“God, I wish I had a pool at my place, I’d swim in there every day” Robb says at some point, cause man Theon was right, swimming really does help you when it’s too hot.

Theon shrugs in response, “It wouldn’t be as relaxing, with all your siblings playing around” he claims, as a matter of fact. As he should, since he’s right.

“Goddamn you’re right” Robb runs a hand through his face: he loves his little siblings, but he’s getting older and he needs his own privacy, right now more than ever. He needs his own place.

It takes Theon a few bites of the inside of his cheek before he manages to talk again, “You can come here anytime you want, you know. Even every day is fine.”

There, these are the kinds of “signals” Robb was talking about: Theon telling him he can come over everyday, Theon telling him he knows were to go if he doesn’t feel like staying at home with all that chaos for one night. He never says it explicitly though.

Today might be the day. If Robb pushes him enough.

“Oh yeah?” he says, feigning curiosity, “What about when you’re at work?”

Theon shrugs, “You do have a spare key”.

“That’s supposed to be for emergency only”.

Theon huffs, “You were literally lying half dead, ass in the air, in my bed because of the weather, that does look like an emergency”.

He’s not looking at him in the eyes, which always happens when he’s the one about to make an important decision or, in this case, offer, that involves both of them as a couple.

“And then... you know, it was good to come back home and find you there.” He’s blushing, “Even if I left for just five minutes, it’s... I like the thought of coming home and find you here. So, you can come here whenever you want”.

Robb finds himself smiling, as he approaches the big flamingo floats and crosses his arms on it.

“Is there anything you want to tell me?”

Theon’s blush deepens, and he tries to hide it by rolling his eyes, “Well, yes there is something but...”

He doesn’t go on. Robb taps his knee, comfortingly.

“I’m listening”

Theon takes a deep, long huff. Runs both his hand through his hair and face. “God, I can’t believe I’m about to do this”.

He’s chuckling nervously, that’s another thing he does when he’s about to take a huge step in his, or their, life.

“Take your time”, Robb squeezes his knee.

“If you already figured that out then you could just give me an answer already”, that makes him laugh, but Robb definitely does not give in so easily.

“I want to hear you say it”, he claims, smiling at him as he’s taking the umpteenth deep breath.

“Okay, damn.” Theon finally looks at him in the eye. And then he says it, “Robb, do you want to move in with me?”

“Yes!”

Robb practically jumps on him as he’s screaming his answer, the pink flamingo flips upside down and their both underwater, Robb’s arms and legs wrapped around Theon. They’re both laughing when they make their way to the surface, Theon actually looks so happy he could cry.

They stop laughing only cause they both decide they should use their mouths to do something else, cause their previous make out session was probably a little too short.

And suddenly, even the pool it’s too hot for Robb, and for Theon too, most likely. But Robb doesn’t care, soon the sun will go down and the air will be a little cooler. And no one’s going to see them as they get it on in the soon-to-be-theirs-and-not-only-just-Theon’s pool.

Maybe Summer is not so bad.