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Kabal x Reader: Usual Visit
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"Pleasure doing business with ya as always, Flash." The red eyed Aussie grins wickedly at Kabal after handing him today's cut. The fast man smirks beneath the mask, counting through his pay like a child in triumph after doing such simple allowance.
Simple tasks such as terrorizing and killing a few people for Kano due to late fees they never paid back. How unfortunate for them, but to Kabal - and definitely Kano - a job is a job.
"Don't spend it all on hooks and hookers." Kano joked before dismissing Kabal off.
"Right," Kabal scoffed with amusement. "I have better things to spend it on." Without giving Kano the chance to pretend to be interested enough to ask, Kabal dashed off in his usual abnormal speed. Far outside the clan, he runs to a big house on a hill. Thank the gods, no cars were outside, and he's willing to bet there isn't one inside the garage.
Carefully, he walks around the house to the back and knocks on a specific window.
...
You peered at the window, putting down your brush and walking to see who it was. Pushing the blinds away, you smile happily to see your masked friend. Opening the window with a little struggle, you greet him. "Kabal!" You lean over to kiss his cheek affectionately. If only you see the goofy, flustered smirk beneath his mask.
"Hey, Y/n! Doing well today?" He asks charmingly.
"Fine as usual. I don't take my medication until about an hour, so I'm not drowsy yet." You shrug with an aloof hint. But you didn't want to bring down the mood. "What did you do today? Beat any bad guys?!" Your eyes sparkled, hoping he has a cool story on how great of a hero he is.
"Ehh, just a few." Kabal says, tilting his hand side to side. "No one too powerful, but I still got a good amount of money from it." The boasting continues. You were slightly disappointed, not because there wasn't much of a story today, but-
"I thought heroes don't get paid." You murmur with furrowed brows. You folded your arms on the window frame and rested your chin, looking at him, downed.
"Well, yeah- but I need to eat too, you know?"
"I guess." You agree with the easy excuse, much to his relief.
"I've actually forgot something for you! I'll be back in not even three seconds." Kabal promises. You lifted your head up and raised an eyebrow at him. It feels like a dare.
"Really? One-"
A gust of wind flew through your hair as Kabal rushes off, your heart skipping a beat or two before he suddenly appears back with a small bouquet of flowers. He makes sure to rip the price tag off before you notice. "Sorry, a few of the petals came off on the way back." He hands his gift to you.
The flowers were still pretty nevertheless. They brought a warm smile to your face, the joy radiating from you to Kabal. "They're beautiful! Thanks!"
"No problem. Is there something else I can do for you?"
Setting your gift gently aside, you thought for a moment. "Well, father doesn't let me order food online. For awhile, I've been wanting to try that bakery from down-" You weren't given the chance to finish your sentence before he rushes off again.
Briefly he returns with a fancy bag for you. Inside was a fancy plastic box of macarons - and you knew those were pricy - along with fresh strawberries, covered in chocolate. One of your favorite treats that made you disregard sadness. "Ohh, thank you so much, Kabal. I'll go get my-"
"No need, princess." Kabal 'humbly' raises his hand. "It's my treat to treat you."
You softly coo at him before you hear the garage open. Readjusting your gown you stood up, alerted. "My dad's back. You should probably go now." You warn him. He nods and steps back.
"I'll visit you again soon, okay?"
"Okay." You smile once more. "Thank you for stopping by."
Kabal takes off before he gets caught. As for you, you hid the flowers somewhere. Before you hid your treats, you took one out to eat it before hiding it.
What an admirable hero Kabal is.
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Soft, White Cotton (18+) Toji x Reader
Content Warning: Contains N/S/F/W / matured content. Please read at your own risk.
Lolita's note: I am so stressed and my schedule is packed. Perhaps writing a Toji smut would help me soothe my mood?
"You know you look like a hooker waiting for his client standing there." You walked towards the man standing by your car in the office's parking lot. Toji scoffs in reply.
"Are you embarrassed then?" He taunts.
You glance back at two of your co-workers who exchanged confused and shocked looks. They're probably thinking that you ー the most excellent worker in your department, who have received tons of praises and awards ー have stooped so low to see a deadbeat man every night and fuck him.
"If I am, then I would've declined your drink at the bar and called you a loser wishing for a good cunt." You bit back.
"Huh, touché." Toji laughs as he opens the car door for you.
You don't know how exactly you ended up in this situation. You were sure that you only wanted him for a night and that would be all. But when you woke up the next morning and saw him fresh out of the shower with nothing but a towel covering the lower regions of his body, you knew that this wouldn't be just a one-night stand.
I mean, he is hot. Nice body. Big dick. Fucks good. Wears a condom upon request.
And if you force your way out of his inhibitions, you can take a shower peacefully after sex.
And tonight is just one of those days. You want himー no, you need himー after a long day of exhausting work.
The moment both car doors were closed he was all over you. He kissed you everywhere. You felt his scar grazing your soft lips and his tongue prying its way to open it. It felt hot, sloppy and impatient.
You hummed through the kiss as he pulls you on top of him, squeezing your ass tightly with his big hands.
"You're pretty fired up today, doll. Bad day at work?" Toji whispers to your ear as one of his hands snake under your skirt to palm your wetness, agonizingly slow.
You were about to say something when he suckled a hickey on your neck and inserted two fingers inside of you ー and you can't help but moan at the sudden, satisfying pain that were all too familiar to you by now.
Even though practically, you can't get used to it. You can't get used to him. You can't get used to how big he is.
"Please, just- just decide where we can do it." You breathed shakily. But Toji ignored you, wiped your smeared lipstick and unbuttoned your blouse, smirking in refusal.
He was about to rip it off (as he always does) when he noticed something different.
"Oh? White lace?" He asks, brows raised in curiosity.
"For fuck's sake, if you don't like it then we can stop. And it's not just lace. It's cotton with lace frills."
Toji laughs, and you can't tell if he mocks you or appreciates the thought of you putting this white lingerie set for him.
Why did you even do that anyway? It's not like you two share something serious. Maybe it's because you still want to keep him around. After all, the sexual compatibility between both of you is through the roof so it's more than enough for you to be satisfied.
Or at least that's what you thought.
It's not like I'm having thoughts of insecurity and shit like he'll get bored of me-
Toji puts you back on your seat and looks at your state, deep in thought.
"By any chance, did you wear this for me?"
That's all it took for you to kiss him again to save face from embarrassment.
"You're a mess." He chuckles. You scoff at that.
The drive back to your house was tense as fuck. Toji kept caressing your thigh with a smile on his face and you did your best to keep a straight face but to no avail.
Toji carried you with your legs wrapped around his torso and kissed you rough as you make your way to your bedroom. He then laid you down on your bed and proceeded to undress your wrinkled office uniform.
"Wait, I forgot something." You tell him, pushing him away from you as you walk to the bathroom.
You can hear him groan slightly but he obliged.
"I'll be right back."
When you came out wearing white thigh highs and the cotton-lace lingerie he clearly loved, Toji rose from his seat and pushed you roughly on the bed, again. To think that this night has been a series of déjà vu is laughable. But then again, how many times did he handle you roughly like this?
And how many times did you love it?
"I'm going to say this once. You look beautiful." Toji pushes away a strand of hair from your face.
"That's… oddly sweet of you. You're usually not like that." You chuckle.
Toji leans down at you and kisses your forehead, then your nose, then the either sides of your cheeks, and then your lips.
It's… intimate?
You want to say something but you figured it will ruin the mood. The man then cups your breasts and slowly unclasps your bra. A pop echoed lightly in the room when his lips left your neck as he trailed open mouthed kisses down to your tits.
Your thighs couldn't help themselves so you, in a growing pathetic state, start to rub them seeking relief as the wet patch on your panties grew bigger.
You practically grinded yourself up his cock as your wanton moans sweetly laced your room.
"Stay still for me darlin'. I want t' enjoy the feast you prepared for me." You want to laugh at his choice of words but you know he's being serious.
And so you obliged.
Like the bratty, but pliant little thing you are.
Toji carefully removed your panties and dragged his hands up and down your clothed legs, admiring the softness of the socks hugging your skin just the way he likes.
Huh, maybe he does like this after all.
The first lick was soothing. It was slow, but deliberate that it was almost romantic. Toji took his time and basked in your wet warmth ー in which you responded with content moans and closed eyes.
"Fuck… just like that."
His slow licks gradually became faster and you can feel his tongue switch from lapping at your clit and prying at your entrance.
"T-Toji… ah… w-wait…!"
Sex with him drives you insane.
You feel him smile beneath you as he continues his ministrations. You rock your hips up to his face to meet him and the rhythm of his tongue-fucking. Then just when you're reaching your climax he inserts two fingers and thrusts into you so quick you can hear the squelches of your pussy get louder.
"I'm close…!"
"Not yet, doll. C'mere, wanna feel ya inside me."
You whine at the abrupt orgasm denial but you did your best to wait for him patiently as he takes off his clothes.
Toji holds you by your waist and you take his cock in your hands as you grind your slit on it.
"Can I… suck on it?"
"I'm not in the mood for teasing, doll."
And with that he lifts you up and slams you on his cock, eliciting a lewd moan from you. You pawed on his back and suckled on his jaw as he uses your ass to fuck into you ruthlessly.
You really can't get enough of him.
It doesn't matter who he is or what he does. It doesn't matter if he's even a societal outcast or someone dangerous. It doesn't matter that you really don't know much about him outside sex.
Maybe you're abusing this, but what you know for yourself and what matters to you is that he's here, body entangled with you.
"T-Toji… fuck… so good!" You scream with wanton as he continues fucking you, cock diving into your warmth all the way to his hilt.
He holds your face and kisses you ー tongues dancing with each other. Your moans were muffled as he gives your breasts with a harsh squeeze, then he sucks on your nipple as if his life depended on it.
You find it funny sometimes ー how two strangers can share so little time with each other yet have sexual chemistry so intense one would think you've been married for years.
"A-aah! Shit, w-wait…!" You held onto him tighter and wrapped your legs around him as he folds you suddenly to a mating press, the sudden change of position stinging your already trembling body.
You closed your eyes and envisioned your juices coating your sexes ー a white ring of cum forming on Toji's cock ー
And you can't help but tighten around him.
"Fuck, what are you up to?" Toji's sweat trickles down your chest as he pushes into you harder, deeper and faster. You can't help but admire how much of sex machine the man above you is, that it almost makes you feel envious.
You clench around him tighter.
Toji rocks into you deeper.
"Get up, I need your hair." Toji flips you onto your stomach and lifts your ass up to him.
"Wh-what-"
Before you can even finish asking, he holds your hair and buries your head onto the mattress and ruts into you again. The squelches of your fucking echoes as skin slaps ー it was too erotic.
Your mind grows hazy as he practically treats you like his own personal fucktoy.
His other hand rubs your clit in rhythm with his fucking and you chant his name again and again ー all in the name of pleasure.
"Can't tighten around me now, huh? What, are ya losin' strength?" Toji mocks you and swats your hand away when you try to reach for his arms.
You prayed that whatever position he puts you in next, it would be the last because gods, you can't take this anymore.
As if the heavens heard your prayers, Toji shifted yourselves again in another position, a nelson.
He held your breasts and you grabbed on his burly arms as you fuck each other to oblivion.
Well, at least he does.
"Mmph! Oh my god! Faster, please!" No, you didn't want more. But your body betrays you.
Every single damn time.
"So, you're praisin' me now, huh. I always love your choice of words, doll." Toji groans into your ear as his pace starts to falter.
It's unfair. How this happens all the time. It's unfair that he can only treat you like this. You're too fragile to even land a single crack in him.
"Oh my…! S-slow down! Please…I'm close." You reach for him for a kiss and he gives it to you. He even starts to praise you and whisper sweet nothings to your ear saying how pretty you are and how good you feel ー in which he'd never done before.
And that's when you decided that he's awfully giving today.
You feel yourself squirt and your white, cotton socks were drenched. Toji doesn't stop at that. He continues to fuck you, seeking his own release.
"Gotta be a good girl and stay still for me."
His cum was white, warm and thick. You could practically feel it drip out of you as he pulls out.
Toji kisses your forehead and chuckles. Yet another endearing gesture that's unusual coming from him.
"You told me once that I have nothing special about me but my body. Well, I think I'm starting to believe it." He says out of the blue.
"Where did that come from?" You ask, confused.
Toji lays you down and stays beside you, with a look on his face you once again cannot read.
You both stay like that for a while, admiring each other in silence. Though you wish you could talk about your lives more.
But no, sex is sex. Sex will always be sex. That's all there is to it. You think to yourself.
Toji caresses your face once again, a content smirk displayed on his face. You can't help but do the same to him, admiring his rugged body ー his rugged heart.
"I should clean up." You say, making your way to the bathroom.
You wonder what changed between the two of you today.
And you wonder if this can do you more harm than any good.
ー Lolita
#lolita writes#jjk x reader#jjk smut#toji x reader#toji x you#jujutsu kaisen x reader#toji#toji fushiguro#jujutsu kaisen#toji smut#toji angst#toji fluff
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Fic Writer 20 Questions
Thanks to @merlyn-bane for tagging me! <3
1.) How many works do you have on ao3
Currently 56!
2.) What's your ao3 word count?
183,482
3.) What fandoms do you write for?
At this moment, it's Star Wars all day every day. Specifically into the prequel era and Star Wars Rebels related stuff.
4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?
Twenty-Two - an Enjoltaire fic I wrote when I was 20 so let's not talk about that
it's a gift to be truly known - skybridger fic, I'm thrilled to see it this high :')
held like a dream - codywan, interesting it's done better than the others
Lost in the Supermarket - another enjoltaire from the wee age of 20, don't look at me
beholder - codywan, I do really really love this one
5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Yes, mostly! I don't always because it gets mixed up with my anxiety and I feel overwhelmed and pressured. So I live by a policy of "respond if I am feeling it, if not nbd."
6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I genuinely can't think of anything that has an angsty ending. Angsty middles, sure, but I'm a happy ender. I guess it's like poetry, it rhymes (shatterpoint lineage fic) is a little bittersweet?
7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hard to choose? I've written some pretty sappy fluff. I've decided on frame the halves, call them a whole (codywan) because you get a good, way pre-O66 fix it that means no one I like died PLUS force sensitive clones! :)
8.) Do you get hate on fics?
I don't believe I ever have!
9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?
Haha yes. It's generally queer and pretty tame in terms of kink.
10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Nope, never have.
11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so! My fics are pretty mid-tier at their highest popularity so I don't think anyone really cares to lol
12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes and I'm still so, so flattered and thrilled by it. :''') I believe I had one (or even two???) old Les Mis fic translated before, but I don't see it linked on ao3. And then there's this absolute beauty:
Comme de la poésie, ça rime
13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Not technically, but Haley and I have a draft we lovingly refer to as only fan-akin, doc titled (by Haley, credit where due) "the west wing but if sam married the hooker and became president instead of dropping that storyline and leaving after s3"
14.) What's your all time favorite ship?
Maybe probably Billy/Teddy from Young Avengers. They're my boys!!!
15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?
Baby girl, I have WIPs you don't even know. I wish I could write the jedi temple epic I wanted to, but my thoughts and feelings have changed so much the whole concept has collapsed and what I have is too messy to use elsewhere. And then there's the courferre soulmate fic I dearly meant to finish and just never will since the interest dried up.
16.) What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue. That's the easiest part for me to write.
17.) What are your writing weaknesses?
Uh well first of all, actually getting myself to write is a big fucking challenge of mine. But really, the spacial stuff and descriptions kill me. Please know that if you ever read non-dialogue, non-thought parts that you like, it probably took me like 10 writing passes to get it just right. I live in a state of editing and reediting.
18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?
I just don't! I am willing to add in as much as I know or easy words-- like a bonjour or, if we're talking Star Wars, sprinkles of words like vode. But if someone is talking in sentences, I will straight up do "Sabine said something in Mando'a" or "Stop that, Sabine told him in Mando'a." Easier for me that trying to do bad translations.
19.) First fandom you wrote for?
Young Avengers!
20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?
This is ever changing. While I probably go back and read it's a gift to be truly known the most, I love a single slow desire for it being the best, biggest world building I've done. Plus it's f/f and I need more of that in my writing life
I think everyone ever has been tagged already, but if not! Tags for you: @afoundling @happybean17 @tired-bshocked @goddammitjim
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Do you have any interesting headcanons about the characters' families (the eds and the other kids)? I sometimes see more similar, recurring opinions, so I'm curious to hear any unusual or left field ideas.
I think I pretty much share the fandom headcanons, but honestly I'm not sure :0
I def think all three Eds have some form of abusive parents. Ed's parents are neglectful of Ed, and often listen to Sarah over him. Sarah gets a really nice room while Ed has the basement. When he doesn't do well in school they don't even try to work something out with him, they just send him to his Aunt. That coupled with my headcanon that Ed is Autistic, I just don't view his parents in a good light. They don't seem to want to help Ed through his learning disability, instead they seem to have already accepted failure.
More under the cut, for length
Double Dee's parent are just never there, as we've seen, only communicating with their son through sticky notes. They still have such high expectations of him with little interaction.
Now with Eddy, I get the feeling that his parents are the reason his bro ran away. They might seem fine on the surface, but I think there's a hidden layer of manipulative behavior going on here that could be very damaging. His own father's biggest concern is that he becomes a figure skater. HIS GREATEST CONCERN is over what his own son wants to do with his life like it's not his god damn job to support his kids in whatever they want to do.
Not only that but let's look at eddy's bro, shall we? We don't see any trace of him in the house besides his room. There's even a scene, I think in BPS but I could be wrong, where we pass a line of family portraits in Eddy's house and we see silhouettes of Eddy, his mom and dad... but no bro. His brother's room is also sealed off via wall paper from the rest of the house?? Like they were trying to hide it. His room is sealed off with bricks. Bricks over the window, which yea could be his bro being edgy, but the heating vent? I feel like his parents were the ones responsible for the bricks, to keep his bro from getting out of his own room. Especially after they find the heat vent bricks after pointing out that the vent could lead to an escape. Something not quite right is up with Eddy's parents, and I hope to be able to explore that in my fanfic tbh.
As for the other kids, I have less opinions on.
I saw a headcanon about Kevin's folks that they're split, and Kevin lives with his dad, I liked that one.
I feel like Rolf's family is very matriarchal, with how much he talks about his nana/ great nana etc.
Jimmy's family seems like the chillest of the bunch if they're actively supporting their son playing dress up and buying stuffed animals. In my version of their adult selves where Jimmy is NB, they actively support their kid with all their heart. Probably the best parents in the whole cul-de-sac.
Jonny's folks are probably hippies, life-loving folk who are just along for life's ride. They aren't bad to their son, but some people might see their carefree ways as such.
Let's be honest, the Kanker's mom is probably a hooker which is where the Kankers themselves learned that kind of behavior. Probably how the Kankers were born too lol. (for the record I don't have a negative opinion of sex workers. Do what ya gotta do n all that, queens and kings!)
Anyways this got so much longer than I anticipated, I hope I answered your question lmao 🙈
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Dylan sees Ryan in some 6 inch hooker boots while they’re trying on shoes and being silly. He really wants him to step on him.
Dylan lived for moments like these. Just he and Ryan being happy and safe and goofy together. They were at some random thrift store, going through the aisles over and over to try and find some promising items for Emma's upcoming costume party.
Despite his more introverted and serious nature, Ryan was a huge lover of Halloween and, by extension, dressing up for fun for any occasion. They were thinking maybe going as a vampire duo, but had last year's Halloween pirate costumes as a back up in case they didn't find anything promising.
"Oh, shoes!" Dylan said excitedly as they were greeted with a central aisle of shoe racks, most in surprisingly good condition. He had pretty sizable feet, so only a small selection to look at. Ryan's feet were a little smaller, so he trailed around to the other side opposite of Dylan to scope out more possible pairs.
"Hey, look at these!" Ryan called on the opposite side of the aisle. Dylan pulled their squeaky cart over to see, but froze halfway as he did. First, because he had to look up at Ryan for the first time ever. Second, because holy shit, Ryan had on stiletto heeled boots.
They were-this was-
...
Well. Dylan had discovered something new about himself today, apparently. "T-Tall."
"So this is what it's like to be over six feet-"
"Yeah, they're, those are, nice." He cleared his throat, unable to not stare at the boots.
"Look almost brand new, right? Weird. Shame they didn't get a lot of use." Ryan walked around a little just for fun, staring over the aisles just a bit before he slid off the boots and put them back on the rack.
Dylan tried to hide his disappointment. Of course he did. He and Ryan were pretty open and honest, but this was a new, well, maybe, kink for him?
And he wasn't sure if it would gross out Ryan or not. So he shrugged off his disappointment and did his best to forget about it.
In fact, those sexy heels on Ryan's sexy legs had been a distant memory. They went to Emma's party as the hottest duo of vampires ever. It was fun and pretty cool to catch up.
Dylan hated to say goodbye and goodnight, but Ryan had been shoot him looks all night throughout the party. He knew that look. It meant fun things at home for both of them.
The ride back wasn't too long and Ryan had taken Dylan's hand, leading him up to their bedroom and pushing him back onto the bed. "Get undressed, babe. I'm gonna change, okay?"
"Aw, you don't wanna suck my blood here and now?"
"Ha. Ha." Ryan rolled his eyes, shoving Dylan back down playfully as he disappeared to the ensuite bathroom and shut the door behind him.
Dylan obliged quickly, stripping everything off and lounging back onto their bed. He wondered, idly, what Ryan might be putting on. Maybe some lingerie? Fuck, that would be hot. It wasn't often either of them pulled out some lace, but it was always amazing when they did.
Ryan stepped back inside their bedroom moments later. Lingerie? Yes, a hot little black bodice and thong. But something was...off. Until Dylan sat up and got a proper full view of Ryan.
"O-Oh. Holy shit." Those heeled boots. No fucking away. God, they were...this was so damn hot. "Babe, wow, this...you...whoa..."
"Deep breathes." Ryan laughed, heels clicking as he stepped across the room, making a show of placing the heeled boot on the beside table. The latex of it shined prettily in the faint light. "Is this okay?"
"More than okay, this is so fucking hot." Dylan swallowed and laughed nervously. "It doesn't creep or gross you out? I mean, this turning me on?"
"No." Ryan said firmly. "You being turned on turns me on."
"Aw."
"Enough." He said, voice growing deep and sultry, teasing and dominant. "Tell me what you want? This?" Ryan only gave Dylan a moment to respond before he elegantly and gracefully stepped onto their bed, pressing the heel into Dylan's chest.
"Fuck, please, yes, I'm..."
"I can tell. You're dripping all over everywhere." Ryan's foot trailed down, leaving a light indention along Dylan's chest, to his stomach, then between his legs. He gently stroked Dylan's length with the heel, over and over.
"R-Ryan, Ryan, I'm close, oh...oh, so close, I-"
"Good. Then cum." He demanded.
And Dylan did, so quickly but it was all so hot. The feel and site of the boot, Ryan's domineering words and behavior, his hot gaze and sultry words pushing him over the edge.
In the aftershocks, as he twitched and trembled, Ryan snaked his foot up to Dylan's lips and stared pointedly. "Lick them clean."
"Yes, sir!"
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Bless you, @alienfuckeronmain, love these games!
Relationship Status: Third rail status, bb!
Favorite Color: Stealing your answer on hooker's green because I'll take green in all her forms, but for real, how can you pick any color??? I feel them all every day!
Favorite Food: Varies on mood, but it pretty much always involves cheese.
Song Stuck in My Head: Vampire, Ms. Olivia Rrrrrrrrrrrrrrodrigo
Last thing you Googled: How long prohibition lasted (I'm in a food-related affinity group at work, and every Friday, the mod sends out a food-related quiz that I tend to try and cheat via google search)
Time: 11:31 PM
Dream Trip: Lately, I'm feeling the European urge, to see friends and family, and most of that is places I've already been, but in terms of dream trips, still very much want to go to India, Egypt, Mexico City
Last Thing You Read: Carrie Soto Is Back (bb)
Last Book You Enjoyed Reading: It was a bit mixed because it was a deep dive into Julia Morgan's work, which I loved/enjoyed, but the ending is just brutally sad about how she died.
Favorite Thing to Cook/Bake: I'm so into things that are a one (pot) and done, so I've perfected the basics like a good Bolognese, a roast chicken, a whole pile of enchiladas.
Favorite Craft to do in Your Free Time: Anything photography related!
Most Niche Dislike: I'm gonna go based on profession, and as an editor, I know I'm supposed to be some kind of asshole word nazi about typos in the wild, etc., but I truly don't give a shit when I'm off the clock, and it annoys the fuck out of me when anyone professional writers/editors get so goddamned annoyed about it, people make mistakes when they're smashing keys, we ALL do, who gives a shit, let it goooooooooo. Pay me? I'll care. Don't pay me? I won't.
Opinion on Circuses: Human performers? Yes, I'm assuming they consented. Animal circuses? Not so much, plus they smell (unrelated: I love how fucking random this ?? is)
Do You Have Any Sense of Direction: I SURE DO, if I've been there, I will get us in/out, if I haven't, pam will get us thru, and I can read her like a map
I should tag a bunch of people, but I feel like I left a TON of people off last time, so if you see this, PLEASE DO THIS and act as if I tagged you. Hey, you can make it a niche dislike that I didn't at you if you like, I just wanna see!
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30 Reasons Why I'm Childfree: #2
Props to anyone still following this countdown, for it's my last full day with the tubes. I'll be watching a pretty sunset with them one last time.
Anyways,
FUCK THE LIFESCRIPT!
That outdated AF Lifescript that adults must, among other things, marry the love of their lives and pop out 2.5 kids (by the way, the fuck does 2.5 kids mean? How the fuck do you get half of a human being?!) before turning 30 or whatever is somehow still accepted and carried out without question by plenty of people out there. It's more pathetic when you see some following that Lifescript and the characters involve a young, gullible woman who got raped by her manipulative boyfriend, then he marries her to "clean up his image" but is just doing so because she's now carrying his kid and she can't get an abortion because they're in Florida, and after a long, rough labor in which she tore her clitoris and perianal pushing her kid out the baby finally arrives, and months later the couple is struggling because the baby is already costing them a lot and not just financially. Oh, and the husband is cheating on his wife with a barely legal hooker...and he also knocks her up.
(I can go on with this, by the way.)
Hear me out, people: you don't have to follow the Lifescript to be successful in life. I sure as shit didn't. Never married, will never have kids, got my own place, and a pretty good job that pays nicely. It was tough getting to where I am today, and it's still tough maintaining where I am. But I know how my life would be if I followed that Lifescript and I would NOT be happy with it.
Years ago, I had a former BF who had thoughts about living life with me and wanting me to be the "mother of his children". (When he said those words, by the way, I was all "slow down, dude" since I wasn't ready to have kids then.) I was in my early 20s at the time, and, to this day, I'm quite grateful to know what I wanted from a man then, because this BF did not fulfill me at all. Nah, he was a man-child, a total wuss and not in a good way, and oh lordt he was lousy in the sack. I gotta say, I wouldn't have this blog if I had no standards then!
"Because it's what you're supposed to do!" devout followers of the Lifescript would say to us Childfree folk. Um, no. You're supposed to breathe. You're supposed to have some water when you're thirsty. You're supposed to brake when there are pedestrians crossing in front of you. But have kids?! That's a choice, not a have-to. Tell that to those who are unable to have kids.
Besides, just like pissing off pro-baby misogynists, it's more fun going against the Lifescript and living life on your own terms.
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Well for my religious upbringing, there's two sides. Mother, who wasn't even a twice a year Methodist and only took us when my sister was in her religious phase or when I explained St Francis of Assisi to her, and father who is the super Catholic side to the point that he is now a deacon in the Catholic church.
For me, the dinosaurs were something that happened before the book and were like God's trial run. Then he killed them with a meteor.
Next, birth control has been a good thing, unless it's the plan b pill which I was told by my father is actually abortion. I actually cried over that one. Abortion is a big no-no but I forget their stance on rape babies. I think it was give them up and hand them off. Though my father does after abortion counselling or something? Idk there's a magnet on the back of his car offering assistance.
Mother said gays are against the Bible. Father is anti gay. I told them off once and said I was bi. That was enough to make two people, one who doesn't want to speak to her and the other who would call him asswhipe like it was his name to my face, contact each other and then decide that since I hadn't slept with a girl, I wasn't actually bi.
Last I checked mother is still vehemently against and probably moreso since the US made marriage legal ON HER BIRTHDAY!!!
My father actually left a campground once because he suspected the owners to be lesbians. He now stands a little kinder towards them but will remark that they need to stop adding gay characters to Disney movies cause they're being forced on us now. Though they will say nothing to my face about my trans friend and when they asked me to make us family friendship bracelets, I had us all pick our colors and they were almost all the standard rainbow colors. So I ordered it from our ages and it pretty much came out to a rainbow. I've never seen them wear them. XD
I no longer speak to my mother but my father sees my tattoo, which is Fight's Not Over Yet with a semicolon and he says he can probably get it off with sandpaper because tattoos are against the religion. I like to point out that so are shrimp or clothes made of different fabrics. They ignore my retorts.
I plan to raise my children as Christians but not so hardcore. Take them to the same preschool I went to at my old Methodist church because the basic lessons they teach about Jesus and such are good life lessons and get them baptized but I'm not gonna shove it down their throats and I'm gonna teach them right and that Jesus hung out with a hooker and chased people out of a church with a whip.
WOW lol yeah I remember you telling me about that whole tattoo thing.
I was asking bc I really wanted to reinforce how fucking weird my childhood was, because it wasn't normal. My mom has since calmed down on the more insane things, and i wouldn't call her fundamentalist anymore, but she went through what I called her "little house on the prairie" phase when I was growing up. I wasn't allowed to wear pants, skirts had to cover my knees, i couldn't watch tv that she didn't expressly approve of (like for example, i wasn't allowed to watch Ben 10 at the age of 15), and used to randomly flip through books I checked out to make sure they were "appropriate” (and for context, she considered the hunger games inappropriate) I had a flip phone until I turned 18 in 2016 and bought my own second hand iphone. The computers all had software that recorded every other second of screen time and kept a log of everything i typed, including my usernames and passwords for every site i visited. And that's just the home stuff, that doesn't even begin to include going to church twice a week, being forced to be in youth groups, and participating in sunday school and religion conferences. girls at one point i had the youth catechism memorized, could recite the ten commandments exactly as they were listed, and even had a couple of psalms down too. I was SO pretentious about my love of classical music and i used to be able to clock the era of every piece i heard. I COULD READ AND TRANSLATE LATIN.
in the end, this all just made me one of the sneakiest natural liars. I would simply just read "inappropriate" books at the library. I bought a $20 portable dvd player and checked out box sets of tv shows that I would hide in my big school binders.
ya'll if 15 year old me saw 23 year old me, a tatted, blue-haired weed smoking feminist apostate who is openly bisexual with pronouns and a career ahead of me? no husband? no children? i'm like the final boss antagonist of every single christian movie.
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Watch With Me: Hart to Hart 1x08
Episode Title: Cop Out
Original Airdate: November 5, 1979
Why This One?:
Favorite Quote: "Yeah I suggest you keep that pretty red head of yours out of sight too, ok?"
This is an episode about Jennifer doing a story about prostitutes. So of course it opens on a soulful sax and a lady wearing red shoes that don't match her dress at all. This is not an episode about fashion.
She...charges $20. And she takes him to apartment??
Oh no, he has a badge. He's a po-po but he has a secret. He's also a SERIAL KILLER.
"Oh don't tell me you're looking for a freebie." and then he chokes her and rolls her dead ass out the door. Whomp whomp.
The Harts are bickering about where to hang some priceless piece of art. But also, they're goddamn adorable.
Anyway, Sandy is calling. Sandy is Markie Post. Sandy wants to talk to Jennifer because ... well. Dead lady.
Sometimes I wonder what makes them decide which car to take on any given today. It's the station wagon to go see Sandy - why not the Bentley? Why not Jennifer's benz? Max usually drives the station wagon.
Sandy wants the Harts to look into the death of her friend. The cops don't care about dead hookers.
"Now Mr Hart, the last thing I need is some hooker telling me how to run my department." Sandy wasn't wrong.
"Remember, the woman was a hooker not a nun." OK BASTARD.
Oh no, the vice cop Jonathan is talking to is the killuh!
Jennifer meets a group of working girls in a diner to get some info about the chick who was murdered. So of course a pimp shows up to try to...I don't even know. Woo her?
And he's every bit a cliche. amazing, 10 stars, I love it.
"Hey, a new girl in town. She's terrific." He asks Jennifer if she wants to have some action with Jackson. Jenn is all *blush* while the other girls chase him off.
Sandy is getting ready and she decides to put on a red wig. THIS IS IMPORTANT.
Cop guy shows up at Sandy's house and she's got the red wig and he's about to not be OK.
It's the next day and I think Jennifer is wearing the same outfit.
This lady has a really nice apartment however this room. She is suspect. I love the color blue but...
I might be just guessing here, but I'm p sure someone is getting lucky tonight.
Anyway, when an investigation runs into difficulty, send Max in as a pimp to get more info.
This working girl does not want a pimp.
But she's red-headed and she's out on these streets by herself and guess who else is sitting in the parking lot?
AND NOW HE HAS A KNIFE.
her car won't start.
The killer cop is coming to kill her but Max interrupts and gives her a ride home. Whew, she lives to see another night.
Smartly, Max is driving a non-Hart vehicle.
This will keep killer cop from finding him hopefully.
Max was out until 3:30 in the morning and he has a hangover. And he looks it.
Max got some information for them, so now they're off to a billiard place to find a pimp.
"We could make it worth your while." Jennifer is out here flashing cash all over the place.
If you guessed that Jonathan is about to fleece a pimp in pool, you win a prize! He clears the table with one shot.
Jonathan used to hustle pool. Jennifer was the college billiards champ.
Cop Man is still on the trail of the working girl from the night before.
Anyway, the Harts got the address they were looking for and they find an old man in a wheelchair. He sort of looked after the girls and he got beat up last month.
They went the extra mile to make his room look seedy. ew.
There's a picture in his apartment of a pretty woman (with RED HAIR) who was his first hooker and she died a few weeks ago.
So the Harts go see the Lieutenant and want him to follow their lead and put an undercover out on the street in a red wig as bait. But they tell Killer Cop this information which ruins the whole thing before it begins.
So the sting fails, ofc.
Button up your shirt, bro. This is a family show.
Jonathan promised to leave the lieutenant alone if the sting fails but he did not say he would stop looking into it. So he finds evidence of the red wig so...
He goes and annoys the lieutenant.
Now our girl is off telling the red-headed working girl to stay out of sight so she's in seedy-ville talking to the working girls and GUESS who sees her?
you know where this is going, right?
Jonathan goes into Killer Cop's office to talk to him but he's not there so he starts to snoop. Finds him a bottle of cologne that his sniffer recognizes from Sandy's apartment. And in another drawer? The picture that wheelchair pimp had in his apartment. It's his... BOMP BOMP ... mom.
Back at the diner, Killer Cop is fixated on Jennifer's hair which is not very red but apparently it's red enough.
Jonathan realizes Killer Cop is in the same area Jennifer is in.
So close, in fact, dude is stalking her in a parking garage with a gun.
He shoots twice. And misses twice. And jennifer is like "jesus" and hides.
she runs around the parking garage trying to get people to stop and they just try to run her down. jeez LA. be chill.
Jonathan to save the day!
"I think he thought I was one of the girls." Are you ok? "I guess Im going to have to change my walk. "Don't you dare."
THIS EPISODE HAS the NOW love theme!! literally jonathan is playing it on the piano *swoon*
LOOK. JUST LOOK how cute they are. they dance. they make out. Freeway hides his face.brilliant briliant yes all of this.
Next stop on this tour is "With This Gun I Thee Wed" - an episode with Jonathan's old girlfriend.
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Hey! Do you think you’ll ever write more for warehouse or do you have any ideas you never uploaded? There’s so few fics in the tag..
Not sure! Life has been making it hard for me to write lately, not just Warehouse but anything. I had a look through my Warehouse docs and I found two fics I'd half-started and never finished.
One is an amnesia fic where Sungho gets hit protecting Dohyun from Yongsu in chapter 40 something, and loses his memory. Dohyun was gonna end up at Sungho's house out of desperation and amnesiac!Sungho tries to romance him which freaks Dohyun out.
Another is a precanon fic where Dohyun does a bit of sex work sometimes and Sungho sees him. It was gonna lead to a kind of sugar daddy thing where Sungho was planning on revenge but ends up falling for Dohyun.
They're pretty short and I'm not sure I'll ever complete them so I'll upload them here!
Amnesia fic
Sungho's life began on a cold floor, staring up at a cement ceiling. He blinked at it—each slight movement of his eyelids sending a shard of pain slicing through his head.
He wondered where he was.
He tried to sit up, and immediately groaned and squeezed his eyes shut. He felt out his head with a slow groping hand, and fingers touched sticky warmth. He breathed silently for a couple of heartbeats, riding out the wave of nausea.
There was the sound of shuffling and he opened his eyes. He saw movement in the corner of his vision—feet padded softly towards him and then someone was standing over him.
It was a young man—barefoot, with silky black hair and purple bruising around his neck. His skin was so pale it was almost green. He stared at Sungho with a vacant distance in his eyes, like he wasn't all there.
"You're still alive," he said.
Sungho managed the tiniest nod, then drew his hand away from his head. His fingertips gleamed with bright red blood.
"What—" His voice came out cracked and weak.
"Some guys tried to brain me," said the man, his voice sounded more alive the more he talked. "You jumped in front."
"Oh," said Sungho. He had no memory of that or of this man but he felt a deep relief that he'd saved him. He swallowed. "Who are you?"
The man stared at him for so long Sungho started to wonder if he had been speaking a foreign language without realising it.
"…What?"
"I don't remember … I don't know—do you know me?"
The man's eyes widened.
"You're Sungho … You don't remember?"
"No. I don't remember anything."
The man's eyes tracked over Sungho's body, his expression changing to something unidentifiable. An illogical fear that the man would leave him crept over Sungho. He tried to roll over, a strangled groan leaving him.
For a moment the man did nothing. Then he dropped to his knees, reached out a hand, steadied Sungho, and helped him sit up. Sungho panted, eyes shut against dizziness and nausea. When the roaring in his ears faded he heard the man muttering.
"—up … take you to the hospital."
Arms threaded under his and then he was being lifted. He could feel the man shaking under the strain and he tried his best to support his own weight.
Hooker fic
Dohyun has the latest guy pressed up against the wall (the best way to stop them from fucking his throat, except then he has to make eyes at them and pretend he's enjoying it) when he sees a man watching them. It's a little too dark to see him properly, and the guy pulls his hair when he stares too long.
He makes a sound in the back of his throat like he loves getting his hair almost ripped out at the roots, and redoubles his effort to make the man come and give him his money. He takes the guy's cock all the way down his throat, and between that and the hand in his hair he can feel his eyes starting to tear up. The guy's breath hitches.
It doesn't take too long after that – moaning, and all the tongue action he can muster – before the guy is coming into the condom, holding him still by his hair.
Dohyun coughs as quietly as possible afterwards, and wipes off the drool from his chin. He stands up, his knees aching, and leans against the wall, giving the guy what he hopes is a charming smile.
"Was it good?" he asks in a raspy voice.
The man wipes sweat off his face and then digs in his pocket for his wallet. He looks like he's in his 40s, socially inept and working a boring office job. Probably has a boring wife and kids he's trying to escape since he keeps coming here.
"I-It was good … thanks." He gives Dohyun the cash they agreed on and then holds Dohyun's hand in his own sweaty one, lifts it to his lips, and presses a kiss to it, greasy gaze taking him in. "You'll … I'll see you here tomorrow? I can get us a hotel…"
Dohyun's stomach twists at the implication. Blowjobs and handjobs out on the street are the furthest he's gone. That's where he'd drawn the line when he started this. Just a little something to supplement his crappy income when he's short on rent, not his actual job; he has more pride than that.
"…Maybe."
The guy leaves and Dohyun counts up the money he's made. He's still short by almost 20,000 so either he needs to find someone else tonight, or look through his belongings again to find something worth selling. Maybe the landlord will let him extend the deadline if he shows he has most of the money. He bites his lips, trying to work out all the calculations, and then he remembers the creep who had been watching him and looks up.
Sure enough, there's someone skulking in the entrance to the alleyway. Shadows darken the guy's face but he can feel his eyes on him.
"Enjoy the show?" he calls out. "You can get more if you're willing to actually pay for it."
He waits but there's no reply. He's starting to feel less annoyed and more uneasy. He glances around the alley but there's still only one way out and the guy is standing right next to it. He rolls his shoulders, affects an unconcerned pose, and starts to walk off confidently, though inside he's knotted with tension.
When the guy makes a sudden lunge he's ready, jumping back, but the guy is too quick and grabs Dohyun's arm to stop him running off. Dohyun tries to wrench free but he's gripped tight between the man's hands, forced to face him.
He's young, about Dohyun's age, an unnerving light in his eyes, and a huge scar across his face. His face is tight as his eyes scan over Dohyun's face and body.
"Don't touch me!" Dohyun's heart is beating so fast it feels like it'll almost punch out of his chest. He tries to pull out of the man's grip.
"You … you let men do this to you … for money?"
"Yeah, and you don't get to touch for free. Fuck it, get off!"
He pulls free a second later, the man's grip suddenly loosening. He steps back warily. The man just stares at him, looking lost.
"…Why?" he asks.
If it was anyone else Dohyun would have made a dash for it the second he was free. But for some reason (maybe it's the strangely child-like tone in the guy's voice, maybe it's the way he looks like his world has just ended) he doesn't. He just stands there, trying to conceal his shaking and dry mouth from the rush of adrenaline.
"For the money, why else?"
"Oh…"
The man's hands drop. His forehead creases. Dohyun wonders if he's mentally challenged, if he just walked by the alley and saw something he didn't understand.
"How much?"
Dohyun's jaw drops.
"I don't deal with guys like you."
He turns and the guy cries out,
"I'll pay you 100,000!"
Dohyun's steps falter. The guy misinterprets.
"150 … 200!"
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Everything I Noticed in Hazbin Hotel Pilot Pt. 2
By everything, I mean everything. From the stupid things I read too much into, to the things that have already been pointed out to you.
"Breaking News: A large scale turf war is underway in Pentagram City between Sir Pentious and Cherri Bomb," this is where I noticed I was spelling Cherri wrong. But I won't fix it. "The surrounding areas are covered in debris, so please avoid downtown on your commute today. Traffic is "Hella" backed up. Get it? "Hell", but with an "A" at the end? That's a word younger people seem to enjoy using. I don't really like it though. I wrote it because it seemed like the natural kind of fun to make for this situation, but now I see it in text I feel like it was a mistake. A mistake I can't take back like cheating on my wife. I'm so sorry Martha. I shouldn't have done it, but you did gain a lot of weight after the baby and I really needed some space. You know what? No, that was a good call. I banged the cleaning lady, and that was a pretty nice time. Even though she laughed at me when I told her I couldn't get off unless she licked my foot first. I don't see how that's a weird request. Maybe if I'd just gotten a hooker she would have been more agreeable. The point is my wife was a fucking bitch. One time we went to the zoo and I got really mad because I thought the orangutan was making fun of me. He kept doing that stupid duck lip face? The one where their lips get all puckered? Then it started screaming, and that really pissed me off. My wife told me it was just a monkey and to calm down."
Not Sir Petentious trying to look cool.
The egg with the 'Boss's #1 Fan <3' banner is adorable.
I'm still curious as to why lights and cameras have eyes.
The smoking sign makes me laugh because it's encouraged.
Razzle and Dazzle eating doughnuts.
Not a single word is highlighted.
Jeffery's Cannibal Cooking show? It's Dahm Good? Hello Jeffery Dahmer holy shit. I'm loving the note taped to it that just says 'Who approved this show??'
Not Tom shaking his head as they're talking.
Demon crowd! I assume we're seeing some beta designs, but the only one I'm personally immediately seeing is the tech head whose screen just says WORDS. Maybe a Vox beta design?
Another potential Vox beta design next to a Blitzo beta design.
I didn't notice this earlier but the upside down skulls holding the table up is fun.
When it pans out to people watching the wall of TVs, you do see the blue flamed guy from the overlord meetings.
Is this my first time noticing Missi Zilla's bar? Yes. Is it my first time noticing her? Also yes.
You do see her club, Klub Kaiju, in the back when Alastor does appear.
Razzle and Dazzle are just snack hoarders.
Again, Razzle and Dazzle. I do love them so.
Maybe a Fizzarolli beta design in the corner when it cuts back to Alastor?
Hello ominious poster in the back saying: BEWARE!!! HIM!!! DO NOT FUCK WITH HIM! STAY AWAY! THE RADIO DEMON!!
I love the little ear twitch.
Possibly a Stolas or Ars Goetia beta designs?
Loona beta design
The cut to Vaggie to with her head in her hands is weirdly funny.
Hello Zestial what are you doing here? And- you had pupils....?
Hello Mimzy!
Katy says Nine Circles not the seven rings. This bothers me. A lot. But like- easy explanation possibly? The seven rings, plus heaven and purgatory.
Not the arrow that says Loser pointing to Sir Petentious.
And then the one that says Pussy.
The print on the seats! The snake imagery, the apple, the hands. I love it so much.
Vaggie's proficiency in weapons! I'm sure that won't come up at all.
Love seeing the rips in Charlie's jacket.
The body pillow of angel made me cringe. Also despite him liking Angel, he has a tattoo that has his head silhouette crossed out making this, concerning on top of creepy.
Also, Angel, indeed, does not take his boots off we have not seen his feet.
Ah yes more apple imagery on the windows of the doors.
Circus tent imagery too.
Also apples on the lamps.
The symbol that you see on pillars and walls is the same one from the car.
Hi yes more circus imagery. The elephant balancing on a ball, with a ball on it's trunk.
Not really circus imagery but I think close enough- the lions on the fireplace!
The pictures of Razzle and Dazzle on the wall.
I think that's supposed to be Lilith performing on one of those photos in the back, but I'm not sure.
Baby Charlie hugging a dragon thing is adorable.
The microphone was sentient in the pilot.
HI OKAY YES I LOVE POINTING OUT OTHER CHARACTERS! Velvette immediately, Valentino, blue flame demon, Husker right behind Alastor covered by a silhouette, Rosie, Zestial. I assume that's Stolas beta designs. Missi Zella, Carmilla and hello Vox.
Again, we see Husk though Vaggie is covering him up.
All the posters if Lilith makes me think it's posters from concerts and shows she's in.
The fact that while Alastor prefers women he straight up just doesn't like Vaggie is highly amusing to me but also makes me think that he knew she was an exorcist. He doesn't like those who picks on people weaker than them, and Vaggie, as an exorcist, would have done that.
Skeleton imagery on windows!
I do love the suits on Husker's wings, I'm sad to see them go.
Love the poker chips on the wallpaper (I think that's what it is.)
Susanne's outfit on Vaggie.
The voodoo symbols covering the walls instead of the apple wallpaper.
This took me approximately two-three hours. I fear for myself with the rest of the series.
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October 31st, 2023 (Part 1)
*Graphic Sexual Content*
This morning, I met up with J--. He wanted to meet up yesterday, but I wasn't sure how long he was going to stay and I didn't want to have his appointment run in with F----'s. The thing about F---- is he wants to pay $350. I like that a lot. That's so much better than F----'s 250 and everyone else around here’s 200. I don't know why the people in B----- are so much stingier than the people in A-----.
I actually kind of liked J-- at first. instead of coming over and just going straight up to the bedroom, he actually wanted to take me out for breakfast. It was the first thing I remembered to offer the guy a drink of water, because that's what you do in Texas. I don't know if you do that here, but I offered him water. after like two sips of the glass, he talked about how much he want a coffee. so, for pretty much the first time this entire vacation, I actually went out.
we climbed into his car, a fancy Mercedes-Benz, and drove the like 2 minutes to the nearest duncan. he was telling me all about how there's hardly any Starbucks up in this area, how most people prefer Dunkin' Donuts since it was established here, how the weather in the leaves change, how the girls here aren't good enough to have sex with him. the bouncing back and forth between topics is always a little bit jarring, but I'm getting better about it. at least he was nice to the trans person in the window. I don't know if I could expect that from the A----- men.
we got coffee and a little bit of breakfast, they went back to the house. we were talking and laughing and I was doing my best act I could normally sociable person instead of the Social hermit I like to be. we talked about work, talked about Texas, talked about skating and hockey. mostly just sitting out in his car. for a minute, I thought he was going to be one of those guys that just wanted to talk and didn't actually want to fuck. but of course not.
soon enough, we were back in the house. he was sitting there rubbing my thigh rubbing my back. I was expected as much, but it would be nice that if for once I could actually go do something sugar babyish. mostly, I just feel like a hooker. sure, I got breakfast out of it this time. Beyond that, it's pretty clear that most of these people just want to get a quick fuck in. We made out on the couch for a little bit. He did a lot of kissing my neck, reaching up under my shirt to play with my boobs, saying weird gross things that men say as if they're sexy. then, out of nowhere, he stuck his fucking tongue in my ear. like what the hell? absolutely disgusting! why would anybody like that? I like it wasn't a brief little tongue flick, he full on tried to deep throat my ear with his tongue. absolutely horrible and I still get chills thinking about it.
it wasn't very long before we finally went upstairs. the mandatory blowjob for way too long happened before he finally put on a condom and stuck it in me. I don't know what happened. I don't know if it's cuz I miss him. I don't know if it's because I'm having kind of a shitty vacation. I don't know. all I know is that I started out really liking J--, kind of thinking this could be somebody I could see more than once, then it suddenly hating him and wanting him to leave. I wanted him to leave so bad, but he was another one of those guys that just wants to lay there and cuddle, then fuck again for hours. he brought six condoms. he also brought Lube, which is nice, but it was at the point where i just really wanted him to leave. I don't know if it was cuz I had just woken up and really wasn't feeling it or what.
he said he really really wanted to do anal with me, but I was just so much pain from yesterday that I kept having to tell him no. what bothers me about guys who are that demanding and want to have that much sex is a lot of times are not actually that good at it. they always have an air of selfishness, a ‘you owe me this because I'm paying you’ attitude. the worst part about J-- was how he fingered. he was so bad at it. he would take his fingernail and scratch. He was legitimately scratching at my clit. and after how rough F---- was with me yesterday, it hurt so bad. I feel like somebody who's that old should have enough experience to know that that's not good. it's pretty hard to imagine anybody enjoying that.
It got to the point where we were cuddling again and I was making these big shows of yawning, telling him that I was too tired from all that great sex. I mean, I was tired. Since he wanted to meet so fucking early in the morning and F----- had ruined the sheets from yesterday, I had to get up at like 6:00 a.m. to get the house ready. to make it look presentable. to make it look like I'm a professional. well, not a professional. guys actually hate it when you act like you're a professional. one of the things I see the most often is “ I don't do transactional”. basically, they want to live in this fantasy that you want it just as badly as they do. if that was the case, you wouldn't have come with a wad of cash in your pocket.
I was yawning and telling him I need to go to sleep. he kept trying to say that he can still stay, talking about how we could go get in the shower to wake me up a little bit. the shower here doesn't heat up much Beyond lukewarm and my Texas Blood just can't handle that. but mostly, I wanted him to leave. every time he spoke I felt this annoyance building up in my chest. every time you touch me I wanted to push him away. I was just sick of him. I wanted to go back to sleep, wanted to cuddle up underneath the blankets alone. Eventually, he did leave and I was finally able to go back to sleep. I had another appointment that night, somebody I actually kind of enjoyed talking to over text and was way more looking forward to.
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I came into fandom by way of American Idol Season 8, specifically being an Adam Lambert fan (oh yes. I admit this cringe.) back in 2009. The first fan fics I ever read (like, ever, in my life) were RPF Kradam (Adam Lambert/Kris Allen). Mostly really smutty, some pwp some longfic with smut sections. I am not really in the fandom anymore but still go back and read them from time to time because they are good stories. (Astolat wrote a bunch of Kradam, and they're pretty damn good!) I have no issue with RPF when it's very fictional. I know why many people find RPF creepy, gross etc. And sure, they're not totally wrong, there is a lot of RPF fic that can cross some lines. But as long as you're not just writing out your tinhat conspiracy thinly veiled as fic, or like reader insert Y/N etc. (1D fandom I'm looking at you very very specifically) there's nothing wrong with it.
They're especially fun when the people are plunked down into AU settings where like Adam is a shape shifting dragon and Kris is a knight, or Adam is a hooker and cabaret singer and Kris owns the bar where Adam performs, and suddenly Kris realizes he's maybe not so straight...
Just remember to have fun with it, and don't make it weird.
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I love how Youtube has opened up a new space for journalism.
Anyways, I read through the comments of the video after watching the whole thing, and it made me remember how awful the discourse around sex work and porn is. Those two topics are one of the few that make me feel like I'm socially moderate.
Anytime time we talk about sex work and the effects of porn, it's almost always "Sex work is empowering for women and gives them the autonomy to objectify themselves" or "Sex work is demeaning to women, puts them in danger, and is immoral." It's just like, why those two extremes? I wish these topics could be treated with the moral grayness they deserve. Neither side really understands the other.
The side that's saying sex work is empowering is just kind of ignoring how it's really just a job. Take away all the social stigma and criminalization, women are just kind of doing what they've been able to do for a while now. Working. Can it be empowering? Depending on the person, sure, but it's about as empowering to women as a whole as say, working as a cashier at Walmart. Cool that we can provide for ourselves :) Actually getting into it though, a lot of people making this point do deliberately ignore how dehumanizing it actually is to work for say, the porn industry. A lot of people get boiled down to their categories. Shem*le, ebony, Asian, BBW, things of that nature. This does unfortunately contribute to how these groups get treated in real life. It may not be the main or only source of problems such as trans women and queer people generally having higher rates of experience with sexual violence, but it certainly doesn't help.
With the anti-sex work side, they hyper-focus on human trafficking, when most sex workers get into the industry out of choice. It's not because of glamourization either. Quite frankly, aside from Pretty Woman, which is a debatable example, I don't know what media these people are watching where sex workers and their jobs are seen as ideal. Any time I see a sex worker in a movie or tv show, they're either dumb, drug addicts, dirty, or dead. If you ask the vast majority of women across all ages if sex work, whether it be OnlyFans modeling, escorting, stripping, etc. would be their first choice of work, I guarantee that most of them we'll say no. Because most of us understand. Most of us know, if not the physical danger, the social harm it could cause us to sell our bodies. Places won't hire us, people will refuse to date us, people will assault us, and we will be disowned by family. I'm not gonna lie, thinking of sex work as being an easy job where you spend 15 minutes with a dude at some motel or you take pictures of yourself and get paid thousands, is a dude thing. It's an outlook you can only have if you don't have to deal with social stigma or the threat of pregnancy.
When it comes to the actual video that I linked, the woman herself shows a good dichotomy of these two sides. On one hand, she understands and is empathetic to abused sex workers. She isn't just dog-whistling about survivors of trafficking, she genuinely wants to help them and she sees their value as humans. That's a great thing, especially with her being a Christian, a group of people who put down and scorn sex workers. At the same time though, she does seem to blame things like porn for being the main reason people would call prostitutes and feel entitled to sex. Even though she recognizes the loneliness of those who'd even think about it.
Upon doing further research. The organization has lobbied Congress to decriminalize sex work, but it also has urged people part of its safehouse to not read magazines with progressive-leaning outlooks on sex. The organization she runs, "Hookers for Jesus" is also unsurprisingly anti-LGBTQ, which discriminates against a lot of people who might benefit from an organization like this as homeless queer people are 3-7 times more likely to take up sex work in order to survive.
IDK how to end this. So yeah.
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Pet // yandere Valentino x Reader
nb4 i get accused of romanticizing abuse or something weird. Anyways here's a scumbag doing scummy things because he's like 10 feet tall with four arms and im a shameless monsterfucker 😔 also loosely based off of this cringe art i did a while back because, if you can't find the content you wanna see in the world, make it yourself
warnings for i dunno typical yandere stuff, depression, suicidal ideation, drug/alcohol addiction, drugging, kidnapping
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No one knew why you worked for Valentino. You weren't a sex worker, or anything remotely close, so there wasn't an inherent reason for you to associate with the powerful Overlord, the one who was notoriously abusive, controlling, possessive. You didn't do business with him, or fund his clubs, or deal him drugs, or sleep with him. No, there wasn't any specific reason for it.
You just happened to get unlucky.
When you died, sent hurtling through the skies of Hell to plummet to your new afterlife, you had simply landed squarely in front of the Overlord just as he had been stepping out of his limosine. He had laughed so cruelly at the way your tearful eyes had looked up at his massive form, terrified, confused at the monstrous moth in front of you.
Even now, he likes to joke that 'you were a special delivery just for him'.
You're not sure how comfortable you are with him saying things like that, but from what you can tell, your boss treated you fairly better than most of his other employees. He wasn't exactly an angel, but, there were more times than once where you found out he had done you a kindness, in his own way at least. Giving you the section of the club that had the least rowdy regulars, always tipping you nicely when you gave him good service and brought him his drinks with a sweet pretty smile, letting you rent a spare room at his studio (which was less of a room and more of a small supply closet a small gaggle of hookers had helped you move a mattress into).
As a resident of Hell, you work as a table server at his strip club. It's a job you genuinely hate, most of the customers being crude and nasty towards you, but at least they knew better than to touch you in any sort of way. Valentino had made an example of the last demon that tried to grab you for a grope session by blowing his head off in front of the rest of the customers, proceeding to pull you into his lap for the rest of the night under the guise that "no one would mess with you if you were with him".
At the time, you had been grateful, but now, his actions just make you suspicious. What set you apart from the rest of the people under his employ? Are you crazy, or does the notoriously cruel pimp want something from you? You had seen customers grope other waitresses without Valentino batting an eye. You had seen strippers go up to him in tears that someone had slapped them on the ass and he couldn't have cared less. If anything, his response was usually along the lines of "if they're paying for it, then do it" and not a shred of sympathy more.
There had been a night that lead you to believe something was amiss. It had been the end of your shift, and you had been invited to come sit with Val and his entourage. The mafioso had stepped away to make some sort of phonecall when a girl had asked you why you were even there, why even work for him and be there at all, and you had joked around to hide how the question made you uncomfortable.
"I'm just a stray he brought in off the street; I'm like a pet he throws scraps to sometimes."
You had no sooner finished that sentence when a large clawed hand came to rest on your shoulder from behind, and your blood chills as you see Valentino hovering over you with a smirk. "You think you're my cute lil pet, huh?" The tone in his voice made you laugh nervously, something bordering on amused and perverted, and his smirk grows as he takes your chin in his hand to lift your face to meet his gaze. The action obviously embarrasses you, but unbeknownst to you, your ability to become easily flustered is just another thing he likes about you, and his thumb smoothes over your cheek. "Yeah, you're my good worker, aren't you? You always know how to be good for me~" A scowl briefly crosses his features. "Sure a helluva lot better than my actual pet."
The pimp had told you about his demon pooch once, the poor thing bestowed with the name Queef, but it seemed more like a novelty to the Overlord than anything, an accessory to occasionally put in stupid outfits to post to Voxtagram or post pictures for some sort of reaction or attention. You're not sure how you feel being compared to the not-so-well-treated demonic little creature, let alone the fact that your joking comments of being a pet seem to actually be sparking some sort of line of thought in your boss, his eyes seeming to watch you so intently, his smirking smile as good as any red flag.
You smile, you laugh, and you look the other way. What more can you do? You have no other income and no other place to go. If occasionally joking around with your boss and ignoring his worse qualities helped keep you alive, then that's just what you'll have to do.
Although... it's not like you actually want to really be alive anyways.
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It wasn't like you and Valentino were completely at odds; the two of you got along fairly well, actually, all things with him being a heartless sex trafficker considered. He would invite you to sit and drink with him more and more often, and somehow you went from an extra in his usual entourage to an essential part of the group, almost always ending your shifts by throwing a few back in the company of the Overlord. You would show him things on your phone that you thought were funny or made you think of him, and it was small, but it was a gesture Valentino had come to appreciate.
You were something Valentino had come to appreciate.
It was just so precious when you got all tipsy and slurred your words, rambling on to him about any such topic, and even if he didn't care about what you were talking about, you just got so cute when you started on something you were interested in, and he put up with it, for you. A dangerous luxury, truly. He'd get you to laugh at his poor-taste jokes, or milk a few compliments out of you for his outfit or his antenna or whatever he needed praising for that day.
In truth, Val isn't entirely sure why he likes your company so much, either. The two of you had never slept together, you made no effort to be seductive or appealing for him, you're not providing him any significant income, and yet... still--
"Hey, Mister V, look at this!"
You show him a clip of some comedy sketch on your phone, and you get him to laugh genuinely. He gets a good look at one of your big drunken smiles, and feels whole in a way that sex or money or drugs could never satisfy.
And then, with all of this newly-found interest in you, there comes a night when you gain his full, true attention.
It was a special occasion, the Overlord celebrating his high profit margins by taking some of his favorites out to a dance club, which, strangely, was a group that also included you. Sharing the limo with some of his highest-earning sex workers had been awkward considering you just waited tables, but once you arrived at the club, you had to admit that you had been dying for a chance to have more fun.
So you drank. And drank. And after a while, you'd drank too much, confined to a couch in the VIP section with Valentino to sober up when you had become too nauseous to stay at the bar or on the dance floor. You're slumped back in your seat, tapping away at your phone with bleary eyes. Your brain barely registers the pimp's comment about you being a lightweight, mind and train of thought shaky at best, and you try to blink away your disorientation. "I don't feel so good," You laugh softly, and Valentino rolls his eyes. "When did you eat last?" His question catches you slightly off-guard, and you shrug. "Uhh.... this morning?"
"Your lightweight ass drank on an empty stomach?" He sounds annoyed. "Throw up in my limo and you'll be the one cleaning it up."
"Sorry, boss man," You laugh jokingly. "I guess I was just... excited to be here tonight."
That got a chuckle out of him. "Oh yeah?" Valentino leans closer to you. "You havin' fun?"
"Yeah!" A big smile beams on your face. "I never really got to... have much fun back when I was alive, so..." You look away, voice softening. "This is... kinda like a second chance, I guess. Maybe I won't fuck everything up this time."
There's something in your tone that, for some reason, makes the Overlord... uncomfortable, but before he can press you on the subject, you're standing up, wobbling slightly. "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."
"You don't have to tell me." The pimp responds flippantly, and yet, his eyes watch you every second as you teeter away, monitoring every step until you've reached the bathrooms on the other side of the room. Dumbass. Don't you know all that stumbling is painting a target on your back? The moth rolls his eyes before going back to his phone, finding himself occasionally glancing back to the bathrooms, keeping an eye out for you.
By the time you're done drunkenly crying in the bathroom, you re-enter the dance floor to see Valentino preoccupied with some of his dancers, and you sigh. Of course. You forgot. You're just the boring dumpy one in comparison to all these attractive models and strippers and porn stars. He was just talking to you to humor you. You weren't popular or interesting or his friend or anything. You were just something to pass his time. You weren't special. You're nothing to him.
In the corner of his eye, Valentino watches you turn around and head in another direction, going to sit at the bar, pulling out your wallet, and ordering another drink. He scowls.
Half an hour later, you're still on the other end of the room, and to your knowledge you've been all but forgotten about, which you told yourself was fine. The self-imposed isolation stung, but thankfully, some random guy had wandered up to you, taking a seat beside you to begin chatting you up. You nod and 'uh huh' as he talks about himself, only half-listening, and after a little while he even buys you another drink which was nice considering your deepening depression.
But then your phone dings. It's Angel, someone you've come to think of similar to an older brother.
Boss says we're leavin soon. Where ya at?
Really? Already? It isn't even that late. You hit a few keys in reply:
st the bat with some rando
**at the abt
**THE BAR omg sory drinking
With a small intoxicated laugh, you slip your phone into your pocket before looking back to your current companion. "Sorry, but I gotta go?" You giggle awkwardly, bringing yourself to stand. "My ride's leaving, so--"
"You're just gonna leave?" He interrupts you, standing as well, and suddenly you're uncomfortably aware of his superior bulk, towering height, and deepening look of displeasure. "Why? We're getting along so well. Stay here with me."
He puts his hand on your shoulder and pushes you back onto your stool, forcing you to sit down. Your chest tightens. "I-I have to-to go," You stutter out. "My friends--"
"Can leave without you." The stranger callously replies. "I've already bought you a drink. Just stay with me."
Words die in your throat. Fear starts to coil in your stomach. The stranger steps closer, alcohol heavy on his breath as he tries to bring his face closer to yours, but you turn away. You're grabbed by the shoulders as he tries to kiss you, and desperately, your eyes fly over to Valentino, mouth opening to call for help.
He's busy with a hooker in his lap. Your mouth shuts immediately, tears slipping down your cheeks. He would never hear you across the room like this anyways. He wouldn't even care that this is happening. You turn your head away from the sight of the Overlord, closing your eyes, tears slipping down your cheeks as you feel hopeless resignation overcome you.
In this moment, as the aggressive man's lips are about to overtake your own, you tell yourself that you're worthless, and maybe it's for the best if you die again. At least you would be gone forever this time.
There's a loud pop, a thud, and screams. Your eyes open to the sight of your would-be assaulter on the floor, a bleeding hole straight through the side of his head.
"What the fuck was that?!"
Your head whips to see Valentino storming up to you angrily, his iconic pink handgun in his hand, still smoking. He looks furious. "You were just gonna let him touch you like that?! You weren't even gonna call for help or anything?! How fucking dumb are you?!"
Your bottom lip wobbles, and more tears stream down your cheeks as Valentino grabs your wrist, hauling you to stand, all but dragging you back to his booth, but you stumble to the floor. You're really dizzy for some reason, the room starting to sort of sway. "You leave your drink alone with him?" The Overlord asks, letting out a loud groan when you nod. "Fucking idiot. You really are like some kinda fuckin' pet; I have to work to keep your stupid ass alive."
"Ssssorry," You slur, briefly wondering how this could be kicking in so fast when you had only been with that guy for a little while. Maybe it was just something extra potent?
Some of Valentino's workers, including Angel Dust, make their way over to you, helping peel you up off of the ground. "C'mon, let's getcha back to the studio." The spider says, letting you lean on him as you stumble along with the others to the limosine outside. You all but collapse into your seat, eyes closing as it's progressively becoming harder to think. There's a hand on your shoulder, and it barely has to pull before you're slumping over into someone's lap, the color of red and the scent of cologne filling your senses as fingers pet through your hair, another rubbing your back as you groan in discomfort. You're far too woozy to refuse or even question it as you groggily mumble, "Are we going home...?"
"Don't worry about it." A deep voice from above you says confidently. "Just relax and let that shit work outta your system."
"Okay..." You agree tiredly, letting your eyes close as the next series of events begin to blur. At first everyone else is in the limo, all of the dancers that had came with you and Valentino, but at some point, you drift off, awaking to find them all gone, sleepy eyes looking out the window to see that you're still riding in the car. Your eyes close again, and they open to the sensation of you being carried. Another brief blackout, and suddenly you're in bed, or A bed, one much softer and larger than your own. You're on your back, warm covers over you, but your arm is cocked at an odd angle, and when you try to roll over into a more comfortable position, you feel a pull, hearing clinking metal.
Before you lose consciousness completely, you remember hearing a very distinctive click, and then you're out.
You're snoring loudly, completely asleep as Valentino stands over you, saving the photo he just took with the tap of a button and a smirk on his face. You always look so cute when you're sleeping. His red eyes glow in the dark as he watches the gentle rise and fall of your chest, every little twitch of your fingers. His cell phone raises, and more pictures are taken. Briefly, he wonders if he should strip you down, take some nudes while you're knocked out, just to have some blackmail on hand in case you ever get the smart idea to try and leave him.
But then, the fuzzy pink handcuff around your wrist and secured firmly to the headboard of his own personal bed would surely prevent that anyways.
After all, every pet needs a leash.
#yandere x reader#hh#sinprompts#valentino x reader#this is kind of sloppy but i just wanted to get the ball rolling. once i use an idea or two the other wips become more coherent#man reader is gonna wake up having to pee SO BAD and theyrr handcuffed fjfjfjfjf RIP DUDE
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Cute Near dark headcanon idea: Severen with a s/o that has the vampire equivalent of insomnia. Pretty much his s/o doesn’t sleep very often and poor Sev does everything he can to try and help them sleep like the rest of the family but it usually fails. (s/o still cuddles up to Sev for most of the time, they do get up and do their own thing sometimes outta boredom.)
S/o stays awake for like 5 days in a row until they’re so exhausted that they just pass out and sleep a whole day or two.
Then again, this is kinda a plus for the Hooker clan in the sense that Severens S/o has saved the family’s asses a couple times because they were awake and alerted the rest of the family of danger. S/o is pretty much the Hookers daytime watch/guard dog while the rest of them sleep. Severen still worries about s/o’s insomnia to no end though.
I actually have never really considered a vampire with Insomnia but why not? I'm sure they could! Especially in Near Dark where they're nocturnal but CAN be awake at daytime unlike other Vampire movies where they're in a coffin and can't be awake at all as long as it's daylight.
Severen with a S/O with Insomnia
He tried making light of it at first (Especially with sex lasting past daybreak if you two were lucky enough to get a room alone. He'd joke that you actually wore HIM out once it was 9 am and he was yawning while you could go for round 5.) but soon it had him concerned when he passed out and woke up to you still wide awake and saying you hadn't slept a wink.
The first time you do it, he doesn't pay much mind to it but after 5 days he's nagging you to go to sleep damn it! He has a lot of energy too but it's the type of energy that easily crashes out once its spent. So, your mind and body not letting you rest has him at a loss. He's a light sleeper and its nothing for him to sleep sitting up near the door (Being the protective guard dog of the family for the most part) but he still can't comprehend how you're not sleeping at all!
He tried getting some energy off of you. Running around creating havoc or having fun (He's a champ at hide and seek tag. He actually gets too into it like calm down this isn't a blood sport to the death. Chill.) or anything else to get you to be completely exhausted. Once in awhile it worked but usually it just made you sleep for like an hour or two before getting right back up.
He tried to physically force you to sleep many times. This big, burly vampire would wrap an arm around you while cuddling as a way to keep you in his lap while the sun was up. Grumbling and pulling you close to him if you woke him up by trying to leave. His husky voice, deep with sleep was in your ear. "Nope.... Ya ain't goin nowhere.... Get comfy cause yer staying here in my arms all day till you finally get some shut eye."
You didn't complain. Kissing him on the cheek and snuggling into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you tighter. You enjoyed being with him even if your mind thought of anything and everything while he snored. You couldn't help moving around in his grasp because 8-12 hrs of being wide awake but staying in one place isn't easy.
Eventually, that made him not sleep either as you just restlessly tossed and turned all day long. So he would end up crashing and sleeping so heavy the following day that he wouldn't even notice you slip out from under him.
If he got woken up midday and you were gone; it jolted him awake. The first time had him in a frantic panic. Groggily jumping up and waking the whole camper up just to see you give a sheepish smile while sitting up at the table. After awhile he just got up and forced himself to quietly check on you. He had to just to make sure you weren't in danger of the sun in anyway.
Sometimes he would sit up with you no matter how much you scolded him to go back to bed. He was yawning, jerking his head from dozing off and barely able to keep his eyes open but he still wanted to make sure that if you were restless from something on your mind; you could tell him. You'd both play cards until you finally vented. If you're not sleeping because you just physically can't sleep; he'll get the point by afternoon and reluctantly agree to go back to sleep himself.
When everyone wakes up by evening and you're still up with tired eyes and yawning to yourself; it has him furrowing his brows and frowning at you. He knows that isn't good for you especially for your wits and strength if there's a problem.
He tries to go out of his way to feed you if anything else. If you weren't going to replenish your energy through rest you were going to get it from blood. Expect him to get a victim for you or even a glass/bottle of blood if he isn't too far away. Hell, he might even be desperate enough to offer you some of his and he'll just get double the victims that night. Do NOT argue with him on this; you're getting your nourishment and energy somehow no matter if you ate that night or not. (This man is a totally different person with his loved ones. You cannot change my mind with him constantly protecting them or getting angry on their behalf or the playful interactions he has with them throughout the movie. He may be a sadistic bloodthirsty beast to anyone else but he is a dotting, protective, even smothering person with his S/O and family. I will die on that hill ⚰)
He is always ready for incoming danger. They steal, murder, commit arson, kill the law enforcement that gets involved. He is always ready with his revolver on his hip or strapped in his boot. So imagine his surprise when you're the one waking him and everyone up to cops knocking on the door. You already had a weapon pointed at the door and ready to go while he stumbled up trying to load their spare shot gun. Even in times where violence wasn't necessary; you were at the door or window waiting on any false alarm in case it was a threat. This actually puts you in very high regard to Jesse and the others because not only does it show you're reliant but it makes them sleep a bit easier knowing you're there to sound the alarm...Sev still hates it. It's his job to protect you and everyone else in his eyes like it had been since day one. You should be sound asleep while he worries about those things not you being their personal watchdog.
He starts getting creative with helping you sleep especially if it's been days and you look miserable but just can't sleep.
Severen got up after he realized you weren't in his arms. They had a clock nearby to tell when daylight was up without risking a burn from looking out the window. He swallowed and blinked the sleep from his eyes as he picked it up...2:45 pm.
He sighed heavily to himself, easing up from his little nook he picked to nest in to go find you. Carefully, shuffling around any spare junk they had to not wake up the rest of the group. He made his way to the front of the camper where you sat in the passenger seat thinking to yourself.
"YN?" He mumbled, voice heavy as he stiffled a yawn. You glanced up at him with a frown. "Sorry, Sev. Did I wake you?"
He shook his head as he made his way up to plop down in the drivers seat. "How many days ya planning on stayin up? It's been 3 so far." He barely whispered as he rubbed his eyes with the heel of his hand.
You frowned. "I don't know, I can't help it. You know that."
"Yeah, yeah. I know...Jus gettin awful lonesome waking up with you outta my arms, darlin."
You gave a sad smile. "I'm sorry but it's this or tossing and turning and waking you up...I guess that doesn't matter, huh?" You turned to him, putting a hand on his knee. "Sev, go back to sleep. I hate you worrying about me but there isn't anything you can do anyways. I'll be fine."
He shook his head, patting your hand a moment with a tired smirk. "Nope, not happenin." He rummaged in his pocket out of instinct before scoffing. "Shit, I can't even go outside to smoke."
"Why not in here?"
"Mae complains about the smell getting on everything, like it fucking matters in this taj mahal we got here. Most importantly it would wake em up."
"Oh...Forgot." You sheepishly gave as he slumped in the drivers seat to stare at you. You could tell he was a bit grumpy and short with how tired he was.
His hair messier than usual with exhausted baby blue eyes looking concerned your way. He huffed. "...What can I do?"
"Severen, nothing-"
"Bullshit. There's gotta be somethin'!..Babydoll, it ain't good for you to be up like this. At night, yer so tired I don't even get to interact with ya like I should. I feel like I don't have you during the day or at night."
Your heart twisted a bit at that. "Sevy, I hate to hear that but I suffered with this as a human too...I was hoping it would go away...Guess not." You sighed, shoulders sagging.
He stared a moment before his eyes lit up a bit. He leaned forward. "Ya know what my Mama used to do for me?"
"What?"
He chuckled a bit as he eased you towards him. "Jus trust me on this. Ain't nothin else worked so far so might as well."
You quirked a brow but nodded.
He helped turned you around and let both of you lay on the floor. He leaned his back against the back of the seat with you in his arms; shoulder blades to his chest and head on one of his shoulders.
"She used ta...Tuck me in. She got the blanket real tight and snug under me cause I was an ornery ass lil brat that would wiggle my way outta the bed if she didn't...Kind of like you." He mumbled as he held you tightly and you giggled at that. "She'd sit at the end of the bed...Taking her thumb and going over my forehead...That shit usually had me sedated by then." He did it to you. His calloused thumb gently running over your eyebrows and forehead up to your hairline. Despite yourself, you found your eyes closing.
He smiled at that. "Then she'd sing me a lullaby if I really refused to tucker out."
"What? Like...Twinkle twinkle little star?" You mumbled with your eyes closed and you felt his chest vibrate.
"Somethin like that...She hummed em mostly. Old Dutch folk songs she didn't know the lyrics to I reckon." He started humming a tune you didn't recognize. The rumbling of his chest against you, swaddled up in him and his layers of clothes while he stroked his thumb over you. You found yourself relaxed if anything else. Closing your eyes and snuggling against him.
After awhile you opened your eyes realizing he wasn't humming no more. You looked up to see him give you a smirk. "Hey." You mumbled.
"Howdy."
"Thanks but I don't think I'm getting any sleep...I really appreciate you trying though."
You noticed the mischievous twinkle in his eye with a smug little smirk on his face. "Oh? You don't think so?"
You yawned and shook your head, sitting up to see everyone in the back of the camper getting ready for the night. You blinked in surprise as Severen pointed at a clock on the wall. Your jaw dropped. It was past 6 o clock. You had to have slept.
Severen snickered to himself as he helped you stand up with him. He gave a huge stretch with a groan. "Welp, it's not a full days rest but 4 hrs is better than nothin'...Looks like I gotta rock my baby to sleep more often." He bent down and mumbled in your ear. You couldn't the bashful smile on your face as he kissed the side of your neck eagerly. You lightly pushed him away with a smile. "That ain't gonna work everytime."
"Wanna bet?"
You rolled your eyes playfully. "Well, it did help...Thank you."
He lost the cocky smirk as it faded into a tender little smile just for you. He eased down and kissed you on the forehead, running his hand over your upper back. "Anything for you, honey."
As soon as that tenderness came it went as he roughly ruffled your hair. "Now, come on! Get our asses in gear! Now that yer rested there ain't no damn excuse why you can't have fun and enjoy the night with me...Let's go fuck shit up."
You shoved his hand away with a chuckle. "Fine, lets go but we eat first."
#i wrote this with my eyes burning i need this right now with severen argh#severen imagine#severen headcanon#severen hc#severen near dark#severen#near dark imagine#near dark imagines#near dark#near dark 1987
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