#No shame in having 20+ fixations!!
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Can I talk about Avatar for a second?? Lemme talk about ATLA/ALoK for a second.
Like, so, I have many, many...many....grievances and hangups about A:LoK. I have tried to watch it twice, and while the first season is okay, the second season made me so mad that I dropped it. Twice. I have not watched the third season or got to see Gays In Action in 4k, because I was that disappointed.
I remember a hell of a lot about ATLA...but I can barely remember anything about Korra. That’s mostly due to my disappointment, but the fact remains that I barely remember the show, after watching it twice, and it’s the latest installment. That being said, I remember one thing that stuck out to me most....
Vaatu.
I am so, SO disappointed that they really just!! Made up this AMAZING concept of an Avatar counter-spirit, and they were just like!! “Oh yeah, his concepts are chaos and darkness, he’s EVIL, dudes.”
The one thing in the world that could possibly rival one as strong as the Avatar, would have been Another Avatar. They could’ve done something amazing with that!! They could finally have a balancing act!! A great leadup to this bigger enemy, with a twist at the end - like how ATLA did it with Ozai, with Aang refusing to kill him and instead taking away his bending!! The outcome wasn’t expected, but it still led to the same ending, with a better meaning behind it because it didn’t force Aang outside of his boundaries!! But...LoK didn’t have that. It was “Here’s this sketchy guy, we all Know he’s sketchy, but LOOK, THE TWIST IS THAT HE’S SKETCHY!! BUT ON A MORE EXTREME LEVEL!! Haha!!”
The only thing that LoK managed to twist was the lore of the world, by expanding on the Avatar, how it came to be, and by introducing a spirit of EQUAL POWER to the Avatar. I love Wan’s and Raava’s story, that isn’t my problem with this twist. My problem lies in the fact that Vaatu was merely made to be the Evil Avatar Spirit, in a world where balance and equality mean everything. I think Vaatu being the spirit of Chaos and Darkness would’ve been so cool to explore, if the creators had time to explore him - because Chaos and Darkness aren’t evil, they’re nature. What is morality anyway to a spirit?? Why make an Evil Spirit?? Why not explore WHY Vaatu is the way he is rather than say he just is??
Does that mean that Tui and La are merely good and evil, then?? They’re supposed to represent Yin and Yang, quite literally. Is Tui, the moon, evil simply because they can only thrive in the darkness?? Is La evil, because the sea is unrestrained and takes innocent lives, being a chaotic force?? Shouldn’t Tui and La be CLOSE, or at least GRATEFUL to Vaatu for giving them the darkness they need to remain balanced?? I don’t know too much else about the spirit gods in Avatar, so idk if there’s a Spirit of the Night, but my point still stands - the moon can’t prosper without darkness, and the ocean needs the moon. How can that be constrained to an idea as simple as “evil”??
Was La in the wrong or the in the right for destroying those fire nation ships, for taking control of Aang, for taking Zuko’s crew away from him after their other half died??
I just think that the world of ATLA/ALoK would have been so much better if Vaatu wasn’t just...Evil Bad Guy Spirit. The balancing act would’ve been restored if there are two Avatars (and Raava should be seen as something that can become Too Much - too much light, too much serenity/complacency, too much order means that there’s no room for self-identity, chance, risk, and the ability to look inward. If Raava can go too far, but be held back by their Avatar, then why can’t the same be held for Vaatu??). For a world that says that balance and equality is the true guide to peace, it seems really, really desperate to keep only one Avatar.
Vaatu would have been an excellent twist, if he just wasn’t so one-sided, and if it was anyone else but goddamn Unalaq.
That being said, I think Tui, La, and Vaatu (and maybe Wan Shi Tong, that giant Owl bitch) would’ve been/should be Ride or Die.
#Vaatu#Avatar#avatar: the legend of korra#avatar: the last airbender#Vaatu Headcanons#Lamenting the fact that I dislike ALoK despite trying so hard to love it#FUCK THE MCU AND TONY STARK THIS IS NOW A MULTIFANDOM ACCOUNT#No shame in having 20+ fixations!!#This is mainly me complaining about the writing choices used for Korra but also#This is me pointing the potential in Vaatu#BITCH GIVEN THE CHANCE I WOULD BE A DARK AVATAR#MY EYES WOULD GLOW RED!!! THATS SICK AS FUCK!!#ATLA#ALoK#I read Avatar fics for 3 days straight and YES it was mainly Zukka
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Okay so I read that gladiators could sometimes be hired to be body guards for nobel ladies and all I can think of is Gladiator! Price and a sweet little Nobel! Reader
Like imagine big, burly, hairy price following reader everwhere?? :(( even watching over her in her bedroom and the bath to "make sure she is completely safe". But really he just wants to see readers pretty soft skin in her nightgowns and smell her sweet scent after her baths.
Gladiator!Price who got hired by your father, a noble, who is incredibly protective over his youngest, only daughter. You're a young lady, just turned 20 amd he knows that the world is a dangerous place especially for someone like you so every extra step is justified in his mind.
He has seem the gladiator before in the coliseum, a magnificent warrior despite his age but this is something that only fueled his decision to hire him, a young buck would surely be a perverted degenerate who will try and rob his darling daughter's innocence and might even hurt you, so someone like John is perfect. If he only knew :((
You were kinda scared of John at first when your father introduced him as your new guard. He was a huge man, larger even than your father and much broader, his bulky body standing with his arms crossed over his strong chest, but what really got to you were his eyes. Those intense gray eyes which seemed to be fixated on you made a shiver run down your spine and made appear a shameful tightness in your belly.
You were really timid at first around the gladiator; he was mostly silent, occasional gruffy words left him but they were few and far in between. Pity. His voice was deep and low, a perfect amount of husk and growl in it to make your breath quicken but you pushed those thoughts away as quickly as they came. You should be ashamed! What would father think, what would John himself think about the fact that you have such lusty thoughts about him! All he probably sees is a naive, young noble girl with nothing better to do than go to the market to shop for luxurious fabrics and jewelery with your father's money and sew pretty patterns at home.
Well...that picture of a noble and stoic guardian fell pretty quickly the moment you stepped inside your home's private bath, a beautiful place you always liked to sit and think...but what was Price still doing here? His answer was curt: to protect you at all times. Didn't you know that while bathing you're more vulnerable than ever besides sleeping? He's your guard appointed by your father and it's his sworn duty to protect you.
Sounds reasonable and noble right? Well the feeling of his cock stirring against his armored tunic wasn't all that noble for all the shit John't is spewing. But at the end of the day John is just a man, a man with needs and urges and he can't help the fact that he got assigned to protect the prettiest little nymph he ever saw :((
Good gods what wouldn't he give to touch that beautiful, glowing skin of yours, squeeze your soft tits and suckle on your nipples, grab at your broad hips and- John's trail of thoughts was interrupted by your whining at him that it's embarrassing to undress before him, you're an unmarried lady, it's indecent! But John just scoffs and tells you in that hard, gruff tone to either get naked and hop into the milky, opaque water or go without a bath so he left you with little choice, he's so cruel :((
But on the other hand you couldn't help but decide to tease the older male a little bit, making s bit of a show of you undressing, letting the luxurious fabric of your dress slip deliciously down your body and entering the water step by step, all nice amd shy and demure and you could feel your nipples harden and your cunny get wet when you heard a low growl emanate from the gruff gladiator♡
#kin speaks#asks#interactions#gladiator!au#cod x reader#cod mw x reader#john price x reader#price x reader#captain john price x reader#captain john price
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𝐉𝐮𝐣𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝐌𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨
Baby I Know How To Use a Gun (gun.. gun)
18+, dubcon, vaginal sex, alcohol consumption, cheating, toxic!relationship (they are both toxic af), gaslighting, manipulation, coercion, co-dependency, gun inaccuracies (probably), gunplay ♡ physical abuse?, pussy drunk!megumi, choking, dacryphilia, daddy!kink, bruising ♡, spanking, masochism, minor dildo use, fingering,dumbifcation, pussy spanks, scratching, breeding kink, calls your pussy ‘she’.
words: 8k
Requests:
little pervy brother megumi!
𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐅𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨
You Deserve Roses and You Know This
18+, dubcon, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), nipple play, dacryphilia, pregnancy, abortion ideation, miscarriage, depression, adultery, breeding, creampie ♡, smoking mention.
words: 4.1k
By the Dim Lamplight
18+, fem!reader, noncon/rape mention, noncon filming mention, hybrid!reader, abuse, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome ♡, whipping mention, Fushiguro's have a Southern twang, branding, fingering, age gap (megumi + reader 20s, toji 40s), lactation!kink, tit sucking ♡ (duh), sir!kink, spanking ♡ (incl. pussy spanks), manipulation, pet names (sweetheart, darlin', honey), cheating, reader has pubes!, tummy bulge ♡, creampie.
words: 5k
Trigger Finger Ready and Got Nowhere To Run To
18+, dub/noncon, mentions of violence/murder, toxic!relationship, free use ♡, manipulation, jealousy, fem!Uraume, degradation ♡, praise, no prep, oral fixation ♡, size!kink, daddy!kink, choking (hands + belt), slight breathplay, exhibitionism, spanking, dacryphilia ♡, dumbification, creampie(s), calls your pussy “she/her”, slight cucking, oral (m+f receiving), restraints, fingering ♡, pussy spanks, squirting ♡, multiple orgasms, double penetration!(one hole), brief anal mentioning, breeding ♡, belly bulge ♡, pet names (princess, brat, good girl, sweetheart).
words: 15.2k
In The World My Demons Cultivate
18+, fem!reader, no smut, dead character, mental heatlh struggles, suicide ideation, grief/loss, drug abuse, pet names.
words: 3k
Two Lovers Entwined
18+, fem!reader, british slang (duh!), brief slut-shaming, size kink ♡, slight exhibitionism, dry humping, spanking ♡, cunnilingus, daddy!kink, vaginal sex, squirting, belly bulge ♡, creampie ♡, pet names (baby, princess, darlin', sweetheart etc.)
words 9.5k
Requests:
Toji & his bimbo sugar baby
Toji noncon w/ virgin step daughter
One night stand
Yakuza boss!Toji
Step dad!Toji is lonely and needs you
Toji + petplay
Yakuza!Toji + brat taming
Thirsts:
bloody knuckle fingering
Yakuza!Toji & Yakuza!Shiu spoil you
Step daddy!Toji making you watch porn
𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚
Am I (25F) The Asshole For Fucking My Boyfriends Older Brother (28M)
18+, dubcon, mean dom!sukuna, sub!reader, cheating, hate sex ♡, drug taking, weed smoking, blowbacks/shotgunning, heavy degradation, slight praise, fingering ♡, vaginal sex, sixty-nineing ♡, face sitting, squirting ♡, pussy spanking, noncon filming, coercion, manipulation, daddy!kink, creampie, cervix fucking.
Words: 10.6k
DEATH IS NO MORE !
18+, fem!reader, violence, blood ♡, daddy!kink, size difference ♡, age gap, degradation, fingering, orgasm denial, pussy spanks, dacryphilia, finger sucking, vaginal sex, choking ♡, creampie, squirting ♡, pet names (princess, sweetheart, baby).
Words: 10k
Requests:
plug!sukuna after fingering you
plug!sukuna and yuuji double team
noncon w/ step bro!sukuna
plug!sukuna w/ a shy girl at a party
plug!sukuna offers you a treat
sukuna slips his hand/tongue under your skirt
play fighting w/ plug!sukuna
plug!sukuna wants to hear you
Thirsts:
noncon w/ new student reader
sukuna's happy trail
𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢
Requests:
mutual masturbation w/ uncle nanamin
uncle nanamin & step daddy gojo
uncle nanamin gives you a vibrator
step daddy!nanami is jealous
date night w/ uncle nanamin
Thirsts:
uncle nanamin
jealous uncle!nanamin
step dad!gojo and uncle nanamin catch u camming!
𝐘𝐮𝐮𝐣𝐢 𝐈𝐭𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢
Requests:
yandere step bro!yuuji
𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨
Requests:
step bro!gojo noncon
step dad!gojo ft. step itadori bros
getting off to you fucking his bestie!
jealous daddy!gojo read your texts!
ex!babysitter gojo & ex!babysitter suguru dp you!
Thirsts:
step dad!gojo and uncle nanamin catch u camming!
step dad!gojo and uncle!suguru
𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐨
Requests:
pervy roomamate!choso
𝐈𝐧𝐨 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐦𝐚
Thirsts:
cum eating
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t!db!stepdad! price PLEASE :3
toxic-dadbod-stepdad-price who needs his stepdaughter to fill his wife's spot.
tw/cw: non-con/dub-con, stepcest, blowjobs, intoxication, alcohol consumption, age gap/difference (reader's age is unspecified, but i'd say mid-20s.)
dead dove: do not eat. tell me i missed anything. :3 MDNI 18+
john doesn't like when other men look at his stepdaughter the way he looks at you. you're his stupid plaything, and he can't help himself from acting perverted over you. he doesn't trust other men, they'll take advantage of a drunken girl like you, just like he does.
your stepfather has cruel and unusual punishments, he doesn't feel guilty or ashamed though, not like others would feel acting this disgusting and overprotective of someone. he's deprived of sex, as your mother is away on a work trip. he needs someone to fill her spot, and you're just perfect for it.
he'll get you drunk, pouring vodka down your throat whilst he spits onto your tongue, your eyes glistening and looking up at him so obediently. glassy and glistening cheeks as you wrap your swollen lips around his shaft, slowly easing down onto his lengthy, hard dick and sucking him off sloppily and messily. you whimper quietly, sounds muffled by the thickness and musk of his hard dick, the scent filling your nostrils as you inch closer to his base.
his eyes are fixated onto the television, watching a football match whilst holding a cigar between his two, calloused fingers, the smoke filling the room whilst he takes swigs of straight vodka, grunting at the tightness of your lips around his wet cock. john's balls are hung, dripping with drool as you slobber all over his wet dick, eyes watering from shame. you're more ashamed as his stepdaughter to be going behind your mother's back like this, you just hope she'll understand.
the firmness of your stepfather's grip on your head is almost painful, having you cockwarm his dick with your pretty, warm and wet mouth. your cunt drools all over your panties, whining and squirming at the pulsating feeling against your tongue, as ropes of his hot release seep from his tip and run down your throat.
#orla speaks#tw: stepcest#tw: dubcon#tw: non con#tw: intoxication#tw: age gap#tw: age difference#captain john price#captain price#price x reader#price cod#price call of duty#mw2 price#john price mw2#price mw3#price smut#john price x reader#captain price x reader#price x you#price x y/n
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hi my name is august and for the past week or so i have become so consumed by thoughts of avatar the last airbender that it is actually ruining my life and relationships.
yeah so unfortunately i can only be completely insane about this so i have to stop before it consumes me or at least manage the fixation i have for this early 20s zutara au
+ mai bc its really a shame that they didn't resolve her story outside of her relationship to zuko. so i think she starts fight club. which gradually turns into a gladiatorial ring
edit: im typing up everything that i wrote in the drawing bc it just occured to me that not only is my handwriting a mess, but it's also cursive
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katara: How do you live in this hot ass country.
zuko: What about that literal glacier you live on, hm? Do you see me complaining?
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Zuko: my plan right now is to soft launch democracy for the Fire Nation. like, i don't think we can do that now because we're so weak, but 10-20 years down the line?
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Zuko: Honestly, my plan right now is to rule for a couple generations and fix everything that my father and my grandfather did , and then establish a democracy.
Katara: why not a democracy now?
Zuko: because the people of the Fire Nation don't know the truth about their own history. they've been fed propaganda for a hundred years. they need to be able to make informed decisions before i can do that.
Katara: and after that?
Zuko: after that im fucking off to the earth kingdom to take over my uncle's tea house and you will literally never hear from me again
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from left to right "katara" "need to redo the face" "this is chief katara to me. this is her at around 19/20 to me" "Anime katara. this anime shit is easy" "fire nation katara. putting her at about 14 y/o" "this is a screencap redraw"
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me: hello greenpeace
katara: after my mother died i had a lot of unchecked rage for the world, so my dad signed me up for tai chi classes to, like, calm me down but i ended up still angry but also really good at tai chi
katara: i feel like im doing well all things considered
me: katara is so special to me. she is a fully realized creation to me. so casual. so passionate about the world. one thing about her is that she is an activist. she has a strong sense of justice. fuck. the train jumped lol
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mai: zuko, im starting a gladitorial ring and i don't know the legality of it so if you could just change the laws as i go that'd be great
zuko: yeah sure that sounds great
zuko, but smaller: wait what.
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mai: REF, ARE YOU BLIND?! WHAT KIND OF CALL IS THAT!
background guy: woah holy shit
captioned: "Mai starts a gladiatorial fight club
#atla#avatar the last airbender#zuko#katara#prince zuko#fire lord zuko#chief katara#mai#atla mai#softboy art time#atla fanart#zutara#yeah so if anyone want to talk to me about this i would Love to#because i think my friends are bored of me going on unprompted monologues about katara#shout out to all the gay men that like zutara#its me and you against the world#bc im pretty sure we've lost the rest of us to zukka
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you shut my mouth (and buckle my knees)
pairing: mike schmidt/gn!reader
content: reader is michael's next door neighbor, mike is so awkward, mike has social anxiety & is bad at words, reader is so oblivious, reader is 19 & mike is 20/21, reader has daddy issues, fluff, this takes place before the events in the movie, no use of y/n.
summary: mike’s been avoiding you recently, and you automatically think he’s mad at you. when babysitting abby, she tells you the truth about his feelings about you.
author's note: the title is a lyric from ‘i want to be with you’ by chloe moriondo! also!! the fnaf movie is AMAZING and it’s one of my favorite movies now. this is cross posted on ao3!! enjoy :)
he’s never this quiet.
he’s always somewhat quiet, yeah, but not deathly silent. and he usually doesn’t avoid you, either.
being a babysitter is something you never expected when you moved into the house right next mike’s. you moved in about a year ago with your mom, due to her divorce with your dad. your dad wasn’t the greatest man, nor the best dad. he never left, but he was never involved in your life. so, your mom was pretty much a single mom. your mom wanted to move far away from your dad, landing up in the middle of absolutely nowhere.
a few days after moving in, your mom introduced you to mike and his little sister abby. the first time you’ve ever seen mike was…awkward, to say the least. you could tell mike wasn’t very comfortable in the conversation at first, with the way he swung back and forth on his heels. you, on the other hand, couldn’t focus with the most hottest man you’ve ever seen in your life standing in front of you. you loved the shade of brown his eyes were, they reminded you of a beautiful forest in the fall, late at night.
mike voiced to you both about how his recent babysitter wasn’t returning his calls and wasn’t showing up, so you stepped up to be abby’s new babysitter. you’re glad you did, since now you’re able to do fun things during the day and not sit in your room reading some lame book. you don’t get paid much, but that was the least of your worries.
now, you’re in the kitchen cleaning dishes. it was about 8 pm, so abby was already fast asleep. you and abby baked cookies and there was already a huge mess. in the middle of mixing the wet and dry ingredients together to make a dough, abby pinched up a bit of flour and threw it at you. you looked up at her with an exaggerated gasp and a hand over your heart. to play with her little charade, you grabbed a tiny bit and threw in her direction. the fight of throwing flour between the two of you suddenly stopped as mike walked through the door. a feeling of guilt ran through your body when you realized what you’ve done, but there was still a huge smile on your face as you waved at him.
ever since then, he’s been sitting on the couch watching some sort of old cartoon. he usually stays in the kitchen with you, sitting at the table and talking about your day with abby. out of seemingly no where, mike stopped this routine. it bummed you out, obviously, but you didn’t want to force him to talk to you.
you sigh, grabbing the green and yellow sponge that was placed next to the sink. your mind began to wander, thinking about earlier that day. you feel terrible, but you just wanted abby to have a bit of fun. you shouldn’t have let it go that far.
you know how it feels to start something fun, and have it end up with your body filling with shame and embarrassment. especially at abby’s age. the last thing you want abby to feel is embarrassment from an adult. you also never wanted mike to be mad at you, but you have a slight feeling he already is.
you sigh again as you realize you haven’t apologized to mike about what he walked into. you bite your lip, turning around to see mike still sitting on the couch, eyes fixated on the TV.
you gently place the remainder of the dishes in the dishwasher, then quietly walk over to mike. you sit on the same couch as him, but on the other end of it. you look down at your lap, your eyes tracing the all the lines in your palm. after a few moments of being silent yourself, you speak up.
“mike?” you say in a hushed voice. his response was almost immediate.
he hums, eyes flicking to you and back at the screen. “yeah?”
his flat, low voice always made you feel warm inside. making your heart and stomach flutter with butterflies. but this time, the warmth that his voice brings goes directly down to your stomach, twisting it with anxiety. his whole presence made you feel giddy, like you were in high school with a newly founded crush. you swallow thickly before you speak again.
“i just wanted to apologize for earlier.” you pause, trying to find the right words to say and not mess this up. you want mike to speak to you, you want mike to spend time with you, you just miss him. “i-i shouldn’t have let it get that far.” you murmur.
mike doesn’t say anything at first, he just looks over at you again and nods. “you’re good.”
your stomach churns at his dry response. you nod at him, wiping your clammy hands on your jean-clad knees. “i should get going,” you say under your breath. again, mike doesn’t respond. he just watches you walk to the door, putting on your shoes in a hurry.
mike runs a hand through his curly hair, trying to figure out what he wants to say. he wants to say something, atleast a goodnight, but nothing comes out. you were too busy tying up your shoes to notice his conflicting face.
you open the front door of mike’s home and look over your shoulder. “have a good night, mike.” you say with a smile. mike’s hand does a slight wave, not returning the smile. you shut the door quietly, feeling absolutely crushed.
one of mike’s hands run down his face, hating himself for not saying something before you left. he also hated the way his heart clenched as you looked so sad when you walked out the door. “god dammit.” he grumbled to himself.
days have passed from that night. mike is still avoiding you, and being extremely quiet around you. you know it’s just you he’s being quiet around, since you hear him arguing with abby when you enter his home in the afternoon. just the thought of mike being mad at you pains you to your core, so much so that you avoid him yourself. you feel absolutely terrible, but stirring the pot could make it worse.
mike obviously notices your recent behavior, but didn’t say anything about it. instead, he’d think about it deeply when he’s in bed late at night. for weeks, he’d sleep terribly, just staying up all night figuring out what to say to you to make things better. he misses talking to you, he misses hearing your beautiful laughter and how your eyes sparkle with life when you talk about your interests.
today wasn’t very eventful, it was rather peaceful. you and abby sat at the dinner table, drawing each other pictures and talking. you noticed a drawing she was finished with and picked it up. it seemed to be you, mike, and abby all holding hands in front of a house. you smile softly, glancing up at abby, who’s doodling away with a yellow crayon. you look back down at the artwork and notice a small detail between the drawing of you and mike.
“abs?” you call out, not looking up from the paper. you hear a quiet clank as abby set down her crayon.
“yes?” she looks up at you, a slight smile apparent on her face. you set down the paper and slide it over to her. she looks down at her art, then back up at you.
“what’s up with the heart between me and mike?” you question, your stomach filling with nerves.
abby shrugs, the smile on her face never faltering as she talks. “he likes you, duh.” she giggles.
you sit up straight as your eyes widen. “what?” you whisper. your mind is running wild with all sorts of thoughts- he likes you?
“mike talks about you all the time,” she explains, picking up the yellow crayon again. “i hear him talking to himself about how-”
“abby.”
both of your heads snap toward the front door. it’s mike, he seems angry; his face is a slight pink and his hand is tightly clutching onto his bookbag that’s slung over his shoulder. abby quickly gathers up all of her art supplies that were scattered across the table and flees to her room, giggling loudly. you watch her run, smiling at her cute antics.
you hear a chair being pulled out and see that mike is sitting across from you. the picture of the three of you remains. mike only glances at it and seems to wince with a clenched jaw. he doesn’t look happy at all. you bite the inside of your cheek, getting all wrapped up in your head about what mike is thinking.
abby clearly had a misunderstanding of what mike was actually feeling. she had to.
minutes pass, and not a single word is said. to save your embarrassment (and his), the chair under you screeches as you stand up. “i-i’ll leave,” you suddenly mumble. you don’t notice the way mike’s head snaps up, watching you start to make your way to the door.
mike calls out your name before you’re able to reach the door. “stay,” he pauses to clear his throat. “uh, please.”
you turn around to see mike staring at you with his eyebrows slightly raised. without hesitation or any word, you sit back down. “is everything okay?” your voice sounds so soft, it makes mike’s heart melt.
he nods quickly, scratching the back of his neck. you can see that one of mike’s legs are bouncing and you can see sweat build up on his forehead. he loosens his tie, which makes your whole body warm up. you could feel the warmth spread throughout your limbs, stopping at your toes and fingertips.
“you don’t look okay, a-are you sick?” you exclaim with a worried look on your face. mike shakes his head no, huffing out a laugh.
“no, i’m okay, promise.” a grin appears on his face, amused with your sudden worry. “i just- abby wasn’t lying.” he blurts out, his eyes not meeting yours. you seemed to have a confused expression, so he went further. “when she said i like you.”
oh.
“oh.”
mike looks back at you, seeing that you’re completely and utterly flustered. he was right, you don’t see him the way he sees you. he feels himself sweat more, “is there something wrong?”
“no! no, no,” you ramble, laughing awkwardly. “is that why you were avoiding me for weeks on end?” you ask, your voice getting into a higher pitch. mike nods silently, eagerly awaiting for your response.
now that you think about it, everytime that you were in close contact with mike, his whole body would tense up and his face would turn pink. you almost hit yourself for not noticing sooner. instead, you laugh quietly. one of mike’s eyebrows raise, looking at you with a confused expression.
“i thought you were mad at me.” you mumble, fiddling with your fingers.
mike’s expression softens, “why would i be mad at you?”
“the day where abby and i made a mess out of the kitchen with flour,” you replied with a shrug. “that was the day where you started avoiding me.”
mike’s mouth opened, then closed. he did this a few times before finally saying: “that day was when i realized i liked you.”
you stayed silent as he continued. “i really didn’t mean to avoid you, but i just..” he stops and takes a deep breath. “i just, y’know, couldn’t find words when i was around you.”
your heart almost skipped a beat at his words, smiling ever so brightly at him. you felt so many emotions in that moment, where mike felt like he was about to faint from how pretty you look when you smile. he gives you a grin in return.
“i like you, too.” you say, still smiling. you giggle as mike sighs in relief.
his hand reaches over the table to grab yours. his hand is a little sweaty, but you don’t mind a bit.
he clears his throat, “that means i can take you on a date, right?”
you squeeze his hand tightly and nod before you realize something.
“who will babysit abby?”
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Are we out of the woods 3. Camping
Summary : Your father is a dangerous man who has a lot of enemies. One day, you’re taken from your home by force to go to a safe cabin in the woods to be protected from an unknown danger by three of his men: Ironhead, Pope and Catfish. You’re not really a nature enjoyer, but in your boredom, you discover a new love for nature. You also get to know the men working for your dad and interest sparks between you and the mysterious and silent Francisco.
CW: canon-like violence, explicit smut, reader is kind of a princess at first, talks of divorce, drugs & alcohol, talks of addiction, slight age gap (reader in her mid 20s, frankie in his late 30s), jealousy, tension, frankie is a mess.
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The cabin slowly gets suffocating. The lack of news from your dad just tells you that you’ll be here for a while. You can’t believe you have to ask to go outside, but you bite the bullet, and you do.
The air is fresh on your face and you already feel better. Except that there’s Frankie, Santi and Will. Always there. Always following.
“You know, dad wouldn’t have put me somewhere where I risk anything. Do you guys really have to follow me everywhere? Especially the three of you. Feels a bit overkill.” You say as you keep walking, appreciating the cracking sounds of the leaves under your boots-clad feet.
“Can’t we appreciate the nature too?” Santiago asks with a teasing smirk.
You shrug.
“And we wanted to show you a few tips and tricks to survive in the wild.” Will justifies.
“Why not.”
And they spend the next hour doing just that; showing you how to start a fire with little, how to filter water, how to hunt. Granted, you’re very bad at it - especially the latter ; you can’t even catch a squirrel. And the boys are having a field trip laughing at you.
“Bet you wouldn’t even survive a night out in a tent.” Frankie laughs with the boys, his body folded in half.
“Yeah, you think so, Fish?” You respond abruptly, cheeks heating up with shame and anger. “Then, I’m sleeping in a tent tonight.”
“Oh yeah?” He’s serious now, his dark brown irises fixated on you with a challenge. “Then I’m staying in a tent with you to make sure you don’t cheat.” He extends his hand to you, and you take it, feeling his rough palm in yours. You try to grip it as hard as you can.
“Deal.”
So, there you are, after that stupid idea, trying to make yourself useful as Frankie builds the tent. The moon is already high in the sky and your chosen plot of land is lit with oil lamps. The last mosquitoes of the season were attracted to the light, and you were thankful it distracted them from eating you through your thick clothes.
You try to get a fire started and it takes about 100 tries until you see sparks coming out. You do your best to keep the fire going, and your face is lit by flames when Frankie is done putting the tent together.
“See? I’m not so terrible.” You say proudly.
“Yeah, if we forget that it took forever.”
Frankie sits beside you, and you look at him from the side, admiring the glimmer of the flame through his beautiful dark eyes.
“So, you’ve never been camping?”
“Nope. I like my comfort.”
“I could have guessed.” Frankie smirks.
You close your fist and hit his shoulder, but your punch is mostly absorbed by his thick black coat. The man simply laughs, and it’s so luminous that you don’t ever want to see him frown.
“What did you do before working for my dad?” You ask, your eyes stuck to the flames.
“Military. Served for a few years. That’s where I met the boys. I was a pilot.”
“Then?”
“The rest isn’t really fun.” He sighs. “What would you do for work if you didn’t have your dad around?”
“I always wanted to write. I write, yeah… But my dad doesn’t really want me to put my name out there. Guessing it has to do with his business.” You make quotation marks with your fingers to accentuate the last word.
“Your father is a good man. He cares about you.” Frankie gets lost in his thoughts for a few seconds, wondering if he was a good man himself. “What kind of stories do you write?”
Your cheeks heat up. You’d rather not talk about your silly smutty romance novels. “You probably can’t read. So, why would you want to know?”
“You’re right, I’m not the greatest reader.” Frankie chuckles.
“You said you were a dad.” You affirm to change the subject. “How old are you?”
“Closer to 40 than 30.” He responds mysteriously.
So, you were maybe… 10 years younger than him.
“Thought you were 50 because of your musical taste.”
He rolls his eyes. “C’mon, let’s snuff the fire and go to sleep. I’m tired.” He extinguishes the fire and crawls into the tent first. You look away from the shape of his ass accentuated by skinny jeans that belonged to the 2010s. You follow suit and zip the tent behind you. The space is small and two sleeping bags barely fit. At least you won’t be cold… You unzip your coat and set it aside before you lay in the sleeping bag. Frankie does the same. His eyes are fixated on the tent’s roof, like he can see the shape of the moon beyond the canvas.
“Do you have a daughter or a son?”
Frankie sighs, like the question physically pains him. “A little girl. Isabella. I can’t see her though.” The only proof of her existence is a small photo in his wallet.
“Why?”
“Do you always ask so many goddamn questions?” He sighs again, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“I’m sorry.” Your voice is extinguished like the fire. You close your eyes and try to go to sleep. You have to mentally block all the outside noise and remind yourself that you’re safe. Your body is warm in the cocoon of your sleeping bag, and you snore lightly.
Frankie can’t sleep. Of course, you asked about his daughter. He had to remind himself that he didn’t owe you an explanation or a glimpse of his life. But fuck, did he want to let you in. He turns to the side and look at your blissful face, he even laughs quietly at the small snores coming out of your mouth. Part of him wants to hold you; the part of him that still longed for human warmth and some kind of affection. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest and closes his eyes.
You wake up to the first rays of the sun poking through the fabric of the tent, eager to go back to your comfortable bed after winning that bet. When you try to move to wake Frankie up, you realize you’re stuck. Strong arms were circling your waist, and you could feel the man’s warm breath on the back of your neck. You move slightly, even though you want to stay there. But Frankie kept pushing you away every time you tried to get closer to him, so surely, he didn’t really want to cuddle.
You escape his strong grasp and turn around to shake him.
“Frankie, come on, I won. Let’s go back inside.”
His eyes flutter open, and he groans at the sudden light of the day. He pulls the sleeping bag over his face.
“Great. Let me sleep.” He grumbles.
“Fine, let’s agree on a prize later.”
You crawl out of the tent, even though you want to stay in the cozy warmth of the tent.
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hi !! could you do 20 - sexy - smoker !! i love him and never see enough of him :,)
Hello Anon,
I have to agree, we never see enough of him! And he is trying so hard with letting his tits hang out and being grumpy.
I hope this story is close to what you meant - unless you meant that you meet your ex together with Smoker,(I realize some prompts are not clear) in which case you can just write another request, I have ideas for that, too!
I know I am taking forever for the Event but I swear I will write every single story 🤩 eventually.
This is part of the milestone Follower event
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I forgot I missed you
You're part of the Marine and serve in a different company than Smoker. Your relationship with him was short, bur surely memorable. Eventually, you ended it because he was so busy hunting the straw hat.
Now you're one big marine conference - and run into him!
Fuck, it's my ex - and he's smoking hot
Sometimes, a break up is the absolute logical thing to do - and you did it. You just couldn't remember why right at this moment. Smoker had you pinned underneath him on the couch of your hotel room, his mouth was greedily kissing your neck, sucking and licking at your skin as he moaned. His gloved hands were holding you, as if he could make you his again by keeping you in his arms. Doubt has taken you over as soon as his gaze fixated on you and demanded an answer.
You met again, the first time after the break up, on a marine conference on a beautiful island. Both you and him had to sit by the debates - and his eyes had devoured you the whole day.
When you went back to your room, he was behind you. You didn't mind, he would never hurt you, not even if he felt betrayed. You had hoped you could talk about everything, get some closure, but all he wanted to know was if you had a new guy. It had only taken a drink and Smoker's initiative to turn you into the panting puddle of goo that couldn't even remember her own name anymore.
There hasn't been anyone else - who could measure up to this man? Even now, looking down on his handsome face as his mouth was caressing your collarbone, you couldn't believe anyone could make you feel like this. His body was pressing down heavily on you and his deep grunts echoed in the small room.
"Why?" He asked again, propping himself up on one hand. Your mind could hardly process the question as he took your hand in his and began kissing it. "Missed you so much" He whispered into your palm. "It hurt so much" the obvious pain in his voice made you flinch and sucked you back into the moment.
"I missed you, too." You answered.
"Than why" his brown eyes looked at you, searching for a clue.
"I missed you all the time..." You told him, "even when we were a couple. You were always out, hunting. Always away. I never saw you. I was so tired of waiting." Your voice broke as you saw the shame in his eyes.
"I brought this over myself, didn't I." He conceded and kissed your forehead. "I just..I have my duties!" He tried to defended himself, knowing well that he hunted pirates with an obsession no one had ordered.
Enough talk, he would make this night count, somehow get you back.
"Just...one last time" He asked.
"One last time" You told him, knowing that both of you would never be satisfied. In that moment, you couldn't care less as he began to remind you again why you had agreed to a long distsnce, secret relstionship with a high-ranking officer. He was so controlled when he was the marine soldier Smoker, but when he was alone with you, he turned soft, hungry for your love and attention.
His longing was obvious in every touch and every word. It hurt you, too, that he'd be gone again, hunting pirates and saving the world, as soon as this conference was over.
The chaos of love, desire and longing turned to sadness the next morning when you watched him get ready for the day. It would be the last time you saw his muscular back as he got dressed, the last time to see him style his hair in the mirror. When he brushed his silver hair to the side he caught your gaze in the reflection and smiled at you.
"Don't look so upset" He told you kindly.
"Aren't you at least a bit sad? The conference ends today. Tonight we'll be on ships to opposite sides of the world." You answered, indeed upset at how relaxed he seemed. Did he overstate his feelings yesterday?
"Have faith" He said mysteriously as he threw on his jacket. He sat down next to you on the bed and removed his glove to touch your cheek with his fingertips and kiss you goodbye.
Faith in what? You wanted to ask him, but when he was this secretive from the beginning, he wouldn't talk.
You could barely hold yourself upright as you sat there, listening to the slow torture that was Kizaru's speech, fighting exhaustion. You barely slept. You could think of little else than how Smoker held you in his arms and told you he'd never let you go again.
Finally, after what felt like an endless day, the conference ended, everyone was flocking to their ships, ready to get home. You didn't even catch a glimpse of Smoker's white coat when all the officers made their way to their ships. Eventually, you also moved towards the docks were transport back to the east blue waited, when admiral Kizaru called you into his temporary Office.
He was a strange man who could supposedly kick with the speed of light - but talked like a snail on sleeping pills.
"Ah, Ms y/n, sit down, I have new orders for you. You are getting transfered" his mouth chewed out the words as if he had to think about every one of them very carefully.
"Sir?" You asked, confused. Why a transfer?
"Dear Ms, I am not sure what you did...." He sucked in air ridiculously slowly "but it was requested that you join..." He paused like a moderator reading the winner from a card, "the grand line's G-5." He ended and folded his hands.
"You're to report at dock 12 in 30 minutes. Dismissed." He turned back to his paperwork, signalling that you are to leave now.
Saluting, you left the room. The stress of having to talk to one of those admirals and on top to one who's speech pattern can only be described as nerve wrecking was driving your blood pressure up, making your ears ring.
You're getting transferred...to G-5?
As ordered, you sought out dock 12, where a ship of ragged looking men was waiting. They were wearing their uniforms far away from any regulation you knew and were infamous for their cruelty and bad behavior. It was strange to see a pink coat among them - Captain Tashigi was trying, and failing, to get them to load the ship according to standard procedure.
"No, not there! Don't throw that!" Her meek voice could not be heard among the general chatter and you only understood her as you got closer.
"Captain?" You made your presence known.
"Ah! Y/n!" She blushed and lost her composure entirely. She didn't work well with the knowledge about your connection to her direct superior and mentor.
"You uhm you came to see Smoker?" She asked, looking everywhere but in your eyes.
"Not exactly..." You tell as you hand her the slip with your new orders.
Her eyes went wide.
"Ah, our newest addition!" Smoker's booming voice could be heard clearly through the cacophony of screaming soldiers.
"Y/n will support our efforts with her skills" He informed an absolutely dysfunctional Tashigi.
"I trust that we will work well together" He announced in the most official tone - that was only betrayed by his wide, happy grin. A sight his men probably didn't see often, a few creates fell as they stared and tried to make sense of it all.
"Get back to work you lazy idiots!" He bellowed, immediately getting them under control.
"Let's get to marine base G-5, your new home" He said and and turned around, leading you up the ramp to the deck.
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hello…life updates lol
i saw the little mermaid with my mom and my niece (we went on my mom’s birthday 💌) and i loved it??!? i think halle was the perfect choice for ariel!! i was so enchanted by her mannerisms the entire film. she’s got such an otherworldly beauty so paired with her voice she REALLY looks and feels like a disney princess…loved her so much. no comment on awkwafina’s unfortunate addition to the film
we’re restarting one of our long running dnd campaigns and i’m pretty sad about it ❤️🩹 it’s the best choice because the setting was made by our DM a long time ago and she wants a reset because she’s improved her narration/lore/etc since its creation but it’s still sad and hard to let go. i’m really excited to relive some of my favorite moments with some new twists and i have a deeper understanding of my character now so i think i’ll only end up loving her more as i replay her. dnd with my friends is truly one of my favorite hobbies and it’s so important to me! there have been so many changes throughout the years i’ve played but i’m so glad to still be playing despite it because it’s very fun and therapeutic lol
i got a raise at work 🫨 not that it makes much of a difference LMFAO but i was seriously considering leaving my job before my raise so it’s nice to be making a little more money. the cost of living in washington is so insane that i feel really unsure of my future lol but it’s seriously my dream to own my own house. just a little one story house that i can call my own. i know it seems like a small dream lol but it’s literally my number one motivation and i’m always daydreaming about how i’d decorate my own home inside and out!!
i finally bought tears of the kingdom and i’ve been obsessed with it!!! not surprised because i loved breath of the wild lol. i love link so much he’s such a cool protagonist. always wanted to be like him when i was a kid LMAOO either him or sheik! i would say i’m more like a deku scrub…💀 like look at this fella…
like….???!!!! THATS ME…the lil angry face. love these guys. anyways i love the game LMAO i hit about 50 hours and realized i should maybe try tackling my first dungeon 💀 it’s just so much fun to run around and collect ingredients and koroks…plus i have a little pack of zelda amiibo cards so every day i hop on and scan them all so i can open treasure chests as a little treat…love it!!! i can’t wait to see king sidon again btw. that’s the light of my life
ever since my OCD diagnosis i’ve been avoiding my therapist (L) and struggling to really understand why but i think it’s because i feel guilty about being diagnosed LMAO…i have like this weird fixation on unknowingly manipulating/lying to others and my brain keeps trying to convince me i manipulated her into a diagnosis. i don’t feel like i have “real” OCD if that makes sense. and i feel this weird sense of guilt about making light of it or like taking resources from people with real, severe OCD. it’s frustrating because i know that’s definitely a symptom of OCD but i also feel like none of my symptoms are legitimate and they’re just delusions. it’s incessant. which like logically is that probably just a symptom of the OCD? yeah but i also am having trouble admitting that to myself for some reason lol. at least not without guilt or shame attached and i really try to avoid feeling that way if i can. anyways it’s a real pain in the ass and i finally sucked it up and made an appointment for tomorrow so i can try to talk through some of this with her
i’m up and down a lot, it’s been the worst year of my life i think lol but somehow i’m still chugging along 💀 every day i put the rainbow clown wig back on and march thru my day despite it all though so it’s whatever i guess. definitely going thru my saturn return and ngl so far it sucks and i definitely hate it but you know! my 20s have been Not Great so maybe my 30s will be better for it. hope everyone is doing well and staying safe. let me know what you’re up to in my inbox if you want! i always like when people message me their life updates lol. it’s sweet when people think of me as someone they want to update ❣️
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Thicker Than Blood (Aemond x OC) Chapter 3
Word count: 1379 words
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We stand in the throne room as Otto Hightower sits on my grandfather's throne about to hear claims for a title that is Lucerys' birthright. Jacaerys stands on our mother's right side and Luke and I stand on her left. I give my little brother a soft smile and squeeze his shoulder as I wait for what is inevitability going to be an shitshow to start.
People continue to file in and I look around the room impatiently as the anxiety starts to set in. My trepidation is not helped when my gaze fall upon Aemond. His eye is already fixated upon me, an emotion behind it that I cannot discern. He must feel no shame in being caught staring at me because when I turn away bashfully, with the excuse of fussing over my brother, I can feel his eye boring a hole in the back of my head.
Otto begins to speak.
"Though it is the great hope of this court that Lord Corlys Velaryon survive his wounds, we gather here with the grim task of dealing with the succession of Driftmark." Otto says, probably creaming his breeches in excitement of possibly disinheriting a son of Rhaenyra. "As Hand I speak with the King's voice on this and all other matters."
I highly fucking doubt that.
"The crown will now hear petitions. Ser Vaemond of house Velaryon."
Vaemond walks up, giving my mother the nastiest glare he can conjure up.
Cunt.
"My Queen. My Lord Hand. The history of our noble house extends beyond the Seven Kingdoms to the days of Old Valyria. For as long as House Targaryen has ruled the skies, House Velaryon has ruled the seas. When the Doom fell on Old Valyria, our houses became the last of their kind. Our forebearers came to this new land knowing that were they to fail, it would mean the end to their bloodlines and their name."
Gods this man is dull.
Daemon and mother make eye contact. It's as if they're having a wordless conversation. My mother nods to Daemon.
Interesting.
Vaemond goes on saying how he is Corlys' closest kin, his closest blood.
"The true, unimpeachable blood of House Velaryon runs through my veins."
"As it does in my sons, the offspring of Laenor Velaryon." My mother pipes in. "If you cared so much about your house's blood, Ser Vaemond, you would not be so bold as to supplant its rightful heir. No you only speak for yourself and for your own ambition."
"You'll have chance to make your own petition, Princess Rhaenyra. Do Ser Vaemond the courtesy of allowing his to be heard." Says the Queen, the spite in her voice apparent. This was obviously personal.
I wish I could wipe the smug smirk off Ser Vaemond's face. what joy it would bring me.
"What do you know of Velaryon blood, Princess? I could cut my veins and show it to you and you still wouldn't recognise it."
To myself, I can admit that Ser Vaemond speaks only truth. But life does not run on truth, he is either ignorant or stupid to believe that he has any right in challenging our family. The man thinks with his heart, not his head, speaking this way will have him end up dead.
Mother nods, unimpressed.
"This is about the future and survival of my house, not yours." Ser Vaemond turns to the Hand and the Queen.
"My Queen, my Lord Hand. This is a matter of blood, not ambition."
I notice Luke look over to Aemond. I feel our uncle's stare switch from me to my brother.
"I place the continuation of the survival of my house and my line above all. I humbly put myself before you as my brother's successor... the Lord of Driftmark and the Lord of the Tides."
"Thank you Ser Vaemond." Otto says. "Princess Rhaenyra, you may speak now for your son, Lucerys Velaryon."
"If I am to grace this farce with some answer, I will stat by reminding the court that nearly 20 years ago, in this very--" My mother is cut off.
I try to hide my smile as I see my grandsire in the doorway.
"King Viserys of House Targaryen, the First of His Name, King of the Andals, and the Rhoynar, and the First Men, Lord of the Seven Kingdoms, and Protector of the Realm." The Hightower cunt removes himself from my grandsire's seat.
Vaemond and Otto share a sneaky, concerned look.
It's lucky that the King came because they obviously had a plan.
There is a long span of silence as the King makes his way to the Iron Throne, the Queen looks anguished and my mother looks hopeful. Mother and grandsire look to each other and then he looks to the Hand.
"I will sit the throne today."
"Your Grace."
The Kingsguard attempts to help him up the steps but is quickly brushed off. My father follows instead and I have a soft smile at the tender show of affection as Prince Daemon places the crown on the King's head. I feel Aemond's stare on me once more.
"I must... admit... my confusion." The King huffs out. "I do not understand why petitions are being heard over a settled succession. The only one present... who might offer keener insight into Lord Corlys's wishes is the Princess Rhaenys."
"Indeed, your Grace." Rhaenys steps foreword. "It was ever my husband's will that Driftmark pass through Ser Laenor to his trueborn son... Lucerys Velaryon. His mind never changed. Nor did my support of him. As a matter of fact, the Princess Rhaenyra has just informed me of her desire to marry her sons, Jace and Luke to Lord Corlys's granddaughters, Baela and Rhaena. A proposal to which I heartily agree."
My heart drops into my stomach. I hope what I heard was a lie, that it is Rhaena marrying Luke and that is the end of it. I hope nobody notices how tightly I am squeezing my hands together, I feel as though I am about to shatter my bones. My entire life's plan has just crumbled before my eyes as Baela sends a quick smile to Jace. Every thought comes to my head.
What does this mean for me? What if I don't find a man as good as Jace? I'll never be Queen. Did I even want to be Queen?
I will not kid myself by saying I was in love with my twin brother. Loved him? Yes. But in love with him? I was happy for that to come with time. Now I have no idea what will become of me. Jacaerys was safe, this is not safe. I feel as though I am hyperventilating and I still feel his goddamn eyes on me.
I am broken out of my panicked state by Ser Vaemond shouting.
"That!" He points to Luke. "is no true Velaryon, and certainly no nephew of mine."
"Go to your chambers." Mother tries to send us away. "You have said enough." This time she speaks to Vaemond.
"Lucerys is my true-born grandson." the King speaks. "And you are no more than the second of Driftmark."
"You... may run your house as you see fit... but you will not decide the future of mine. My house survived the Doom and a thousand tribulations besides. And gods be damned... I will not see it ended on the account of this--"
"Say it." Father, hisses.
"Her children... are bastards! And she... is... a whore." The crowds gasp at his absolute audacity.
"I..." the King unsheathes his dagger. "will have your tongue for that."
Dark Sister slices through the air as my stepfather relieves Ser Vaemond of half of his head. His body slumps to the floor.
"He can keep his tongue." I can see the hint of a smirk coming onto the prince's face.
"Disarm him!" Otto shouts.
"No need."
In all the commotion and stress, the King falls to his throne.
"Call the maesters!" The Queen shouts.
Everything is happening in such a rush, I hardly have time to think as the King is escorted away. Daemon returns to my side, a spot of blood on his face. I absentmindedly reach for my handkerchief.
"Kepa?" Father. He turns his head to me and I wipe the blood from him.
"Dōna riña." Sweet girl. He smiles softly and tilts my chin up with his finger. It's an affectionate gesture, meant to calm me I suppose; it does little to quell the deep feeling of dread that is once again rising.
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How did you learn to be OK liking diapers
I don't always know when to be brief and when to be overly explanatory. I'm guessing this is a time for verbosity, though. Why? Because of the huge subtext in your question. How to be ok with it; not how to be more turned on, how to get a specific kind of relationship... how to be ok with it. How to be ok, implying that you're not ok with your kinks, you're struggling emotionally likely to not just accept your kinks... but to accept yourself. Because spoiler alert: you are made up of a lot of things, and your kinks and fetishes are part of that.
So how did i hey to a point of self acceptance?
First, my process likely looks different than yours will. Let's acknowledge that. Self acceptance is a lifelong journey, and each of us treads our own paths. But put simply...I didn't accept my need for this stuff until I was in my late 20s or really into my early 30s. Plus, my journey involved family issues, recognizing issues with adhd, depression, anxiety, etc. I needed therapy, I needed friends, I needed a new life all before I could start my healing process... and hopefully you don't!
I had issues with acceptance. That's the key of this though: self acceptance and accepting your kinks. Accepting that you really don't have a lot of control over what turns you on, just how you interact with it. Acceptance and acknowledgement that me having a diaper fetish in no way, shape, or form negatively influences me as a human. I'm still me: I just sometimes get off in diapers.
So step 1: acceptance is key, and so is the very challenging task to recognize your value and qualities are not dependent on how socially acceptable those qualities are. Sure, SOME other people might judge, but not the quality ones.
Step 2: reconstruct my mental idea of what my kinks are. For example,I used to think i was deeply fucked up for wanting to wear diapers full time and unpotty train. Heck, I didn't even admit that to a therapist until I was nearly 30, almost a decade AFTER starting therapy... only to be told it wasn't a big deal. The therapist got to the heart of it very fast: she explained it as, roughly, "You want to become diaper dependent, yes because it is sexually exciting in some ways and a loss of autonomy and control, but also so you can justify your needs through physical, rather than emotional, justification". Mind fucking blown. My whole mental map had this idea at the core that I was a perverted sexual deviant... only to be reminded that we're all just trying to figure out why we feel and want what we feel. I'm just a bit more kinky about it than average. Add in a complete internal dialogue change (like accepting the term cute for my regressive mindset instead of it feeling 'fake', or embarrassing, or trying to be PROUD of my efforts to integrate kinky into my life in a healthy way, seeing progress and taking pride) and more change follows.
I found a whole new partnership: I can't promise I'd have made it this far in acceptance and self discovery without my partner, my love, my princess, and my sweetheart babygirl mommabyte, @giggle-byte . I found someone who fostered the good, helped me not obsess over the bad, and worked with me on gently repositioning my outlook and perspective. I think I've helped her in the same way, because support and encouragement are magical, awesome things.
This one can't be ignored: FIX THE OTHER STUFF. You might think your big issue is kink... and sometimes you're right, and sometimes you're wrong. I was fixated on kink as the source of Shame for me, of all my issues. Therapy and EMDR to cope with some trauma changed my outlook and I realized my core issues weren't that I was overly kinky or ashamed... it was that I was not taught healthy interactions with relationships, with kink, with family and I developed fragile and unhealthy attachments while repeating the negative patterns of behavior modeled for me by my family. And I got diagnosed, not just with depression and anxiety, but with adhd. And I started to treat it. I couldn't seem to get a good anti anxiety medication. I tried and failed about a half dozen antidepressants. And then I got help for adhd, and realized that in fact I had a severe developmental disorder, and am not just secretly lazy and useless like my entire self image taught me! Add in actually being better at focus, at my job, learning about my sexual and romantic needs while ACTUALLY GETTING THEM FILLED??? Fucking mind blowing!!!!!
So... to summarize so far, and the Key takeaways of my journey to accepting and being ok with diapers and my kinks; self acceptance, changing my internal dialogue, therapy, addressing underlying emotional and behavioral challenges, finding a romantic partner who accepted, supported, and nurtured my growth and safety, and then honestly working to develop better coping strategies and more positive self talk.
It's a lot! To be honest most folks don't struggle quite this hard, but hey, I'm special I guess. And my family did throw me out over kink. And I might've had a few complicating factors in there, lol... but the point is, being ok with diapers, and kink, and all of this stuff... it wasn't a single thing. And it wasn't a short term fix.
The only things I can advise for 'short-term' improvements are to help are changing your internal dialogue and seeking useful and peer reviewed research on how to cope with kinks and fetishism. And maybe getting a therapist... because that's kind of more key to my personal journey than I want to admit.
Good luck my friend and I wish you comfort, security, self acceptance, and a life of enjoying your kinks!
Good luck, bud, and as I try to tell everyone: stay happy, stay healthy, and stay kinky!!
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Because I’m a young attractive woman (I use this term very loosely - let’s say at least not what society thinks I should look like as a high supports needs autistic/disabled person), my autistic traits, burnout, depression, meltdowns, childlike/intense interests, self isolating, extreme sensitivity/empathy, problems with social relationships, eating/self image issues, trying to mask better have always been seen as personal & moral failings, lifestyle choices, “tumblr/edgy personality traits”, something to be fixed, shamed out of, that eventually I will grow out of feeling like this. Just some silly woman who will realise how juvenile she’s being eventually!
If I was a man, would it have taken me until my mid-late 20s, after years of violently refusing to go to school as a child (until police were called) or outside or not talk to people or look people in the eyes - because it made me feel disgusting/not in control to be seen while not masked/looking/feeling okay. Feeling like a monster and alien and not knowing why I was so awful or acting this way when nobody else did. Would he have been screened for something sooner instead of just being like “silly girl doesn’t think she’s cute so she’s gonna stay inside, it must be all it’s all for men/social approval, she will get over it” “You’re just depressed/socially anxious get over yourself and force yourself through it, it’s your own fault”
I realised at a very young age, the better you look and the quieter you are the better you’re treated or at least glossed over socially. I saw makeup, style, body language, interests even as a way to mask and got so hyper fixated on it/myself/hyper vigilant that even to this day I can’t go outside when I’m not feeling my best. Like I’m playing a part of “charminglovelynormalgirl.exe” on those good days, and days like today where I can leave my house or clean or function or throw up when I go in the car… I feel like I’m not even real, like that “other me” must just be an act. How can she be so different to this me. Like I feel totally disconnected to myself at times like this… it makes for some really complex trauma and identity issues… that’s just being a silly insecure girl to the rest of society.
Also those people who only see me irl every 6 months when I’m in “prettygirl.exe” mask mode, absolutely think I’m fine, or just a little anxious/shaky because look how great and charming and nice I am, how well I can communicate, the rest of the time is just me choosing to be inside/alone/hating myself because I enjoy it, obviously. I’ve ruined my whole life as an excuse to live this way. Absolutely.
#I fucking hate it hate it hate it#neurodivergent#autistic woman#all just moral failings#when I can go outside and put makeup on people will literally refuse to accommodate for me because I’m fine cause I look okay#oh and I definately think the abusive men who approached me while in my teens knew exactly who they were targeting before even I did
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What Marko NSFW headcannons do you have?? 🤺🤺🤺
OH MAN (scrambles over to this ask like a spider) I AM SO GLAD YOU ASKED. First of all I always write the Lost Boys as the age their actors were in the film: so for Marko he's about 20-22 because Alex Winter was 22. Content warning for nasty-ass vampire kinks.
TLB Marko NSFW Headcanons
He's gross, folks. He's GROSS. He's nasty.
For starters, typical vampire stuff: obsessive, possessive, and rough, and that encompasses sex too
Like all the other boys he's VERY big on marking you up in noticable areas and having you reek of him. Anything that makes your appearance scream 'owned'
Lil bit sadistic, physically and psychologically. Will grin like a madman when he holds you neck and fucks you until you go red
SPIT. He's a spit guy. Open that mouth up, baby, because you're gettin' a treat.
Likes sloppy, messy kisses for the same reason
Absolutely the type of guy to finger you and stick that finger in his mouth, or your mouth.
CAN and WILL eat his own cum out of you and then kiss you, especially if it makes you squirm away or protest that it's gross, because then he's extra into it
For how possessive he is, oddly enough he is not an exhibitionist. Well, in front of the boys, maybe, but other than that? He's very similar to Dwayne in the sense that you're his, nobody else's, and that extends to people seeing you
He doesn't try to be sexy, in the slightest. Don't get me wrong, it's pretty natural for him, he's a very attractive man, but he doesn't think too hard about dirty-talk or hitting the right visual angles. To him, sex is all about him.
He IS vocal, though. Lots of pleased hissing and hyena laughs. He'll laugh at you if you're desperate or needy, like you're entertaining him (and you probably are: again, sadist)
Takes "fuck me like an animal" to a whole new level. He'll get handful of your hair and go at you, doggy-style, for hours, on the dirty-ass gross ground.
Will fuck in the woods. Will fuck on the beach. May howl at some point.
When he wants something, actual sex or just oral, he'll let you know. Again, subtlety is not his strong suit. He'll grab you by the shoulder and put his mouth to your ear and tell you that he wants to bang in the lifeguard's tower on the beach
Has a hard time distinguishing/separating sexual conquests from hunting conquests. Yeah. The boys have had to clean up a lot of unexpected messes because of him
A roll in the hay with a random from the boardwalk can very easily turn into a bloodbath. He just gets too excited.
He's just generally grabby and pushy and short-fused
Totally gets off on being fully-clothed when you're naked, just like David. BIG turn on for him (but it's less about dom/sub like w/ David and more because he thinks his outfits are COOL as HELL)
Oral fixation. Oral fixation for DAYS. Expect a lot of biting and nipping along with the hickies. He'll draw blood on occasion: he's like a wild animal in captivity, you need to shame him for the bad habit or he WILL keep doing it
LOVES 'defending his territory'. Oh, what's that, someone was hitting on you? Cool, cool. They're super dead now, and you and Marko are banging in a bathroom stall while blood is drying across his face.
TL:DR if this dude wants to bone you, you BETTER hope he likes you enough to not rip your head off accidentally. If he does, then you might be equally as screwed, because he won't leave you alone ever again.
#thank you for the ask about my fave bisexual vampires ASKS ARE OPEN FOR THE LOST BOYS#the lost boys#the lost boys 1987#tlb x reader#tlb marko#the lost boys fanfiction#minors dont look#hope u guys dont mind that i write the boys as more monster-y and vamp-y than Boy Band-y#marko's theme song in my mind is Helena by Misfits in case anyone is wondering <3
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Gulcemal ep 1
I really really enjoyed it, even though (or because) Gulcemal is a monster and a headcase and I hope the heroine buries him.
Here he is with his pet pit of snakes. No really.
Anyway, Gulcemal has serious issues because his mom never loved him or took care of him and then ditched him and his sister for a new man (who was a mobster who beat up their bio dad) and their dad hanged himself in shame. So Gulcemal did what any 12 year old would do on the day of his dad’s funeral - found and stabbed mom’s new man to death with a kitchen knife. His mom then put a curse on him that since he’s a monster, he will never have a woman truly love him.
Now it’s 20+ years later and Gulcemal, psycho, mobstery and very hot, is back to wreak revenge on mommy, as any self-respecting adult man would. His grand plan is to take away everything from mommy - business, friends, her kid (half brother of Gulcemal) blah blah and make her so desperate that she ill knock on his door because she has nowhere else to go. His sister is all “and then you’d shut the door in her face, right?” to which Gulcemal explains that nope, he will take her in and treat her like a queen so she’d say she’s lucky to have him as her son. THAT IS HIS REVENGE OMG AHAHAHAH DUDE YOU ARE NUTTIER THAN A SQUIRREL’S DINNER.
To be fair, he’s still less insane than his awful mother who, on finding he’s back, cooks and sends him halvah with “welcome to hell” note hidden in it. Mommy plans to destroy sonny and with none of that “take him in after” nonsense.
Anyway, moving on. This is our heroine, Deva. Devas has the worst luck. Her quasi mom is Gulcemal’s psycho mom, her bio parents are dead and/or unknown (except for - surprise - about which later), her scumbag fiance impregnated Gulcemal’s sister when drunk and is shortly to be made to marry the woman ditching Deva at the wedding. Oh, and she’s about to meet a psycho who will fixate on her. This is their first meeting. He gets pissed she’s at his lake, she points a bow and arrow at him (I don’t blame her, he looks like he’s about to go on the best-dressed serial killer spree), he gets out a gun (that was hilarious tbh) and he’s willing to be amused until she accidentally shoots him and tho she’s horrified, he advances until she almost falls into the lake.
She’s all “don’t shove me into the water, I am scared of water” (bet her mom drowned there) and he seems to be OKish with that until she slaps him because he’s looming and he just drops her as she screams for help. But he leaves her his jacket, he’s not an animal :P
Oh, and it turns out she’s a weaving master he’s decided to lure away from mommy. Instead of offering her a nice salary or w/e, he instead threatens and looms. Oh, and she stabs him with scissors. Between that and the arrow, I am beginning to think that terrifying and psychotic as Gulcemal is, his secret fetish is hot women hurting him. Just go pay a dominatrix, dude.
A few things. She’s about to smack him again and he reminds her that he told her if she does it again, he’ll break her arm (!!!) to which she taunts him to do it (!!!), he tells her she will accept his job and will beg for it on her knees and oh, worst of all, Mommy Evilest sees this on security cameras and realizes that for Gulcemal this is all equivalent of major crush. Her genius idea? I am gonna wreck Deva’s wedding, make sure her adoptive father is in debt so Gulcemal can blackmail her by that because...drumroll...I am gonna make sure Gulcemal falls madly and truly in love and will be willing to give anything for her and then I will go ahahahahahhahahaha psych! you will now suffeeeerrrrrrrrrrrr and he wil be in heeeeelllllll. Because, as becomes clear, Deva is actually the daughter of evil mom’s mob boyfriend, the one Gulcemal killed with a bread knife as a tween. (I happen to think Deva’s mom was drowned either by her bio dad or evil mom or both, as that would be one way of enemies forever set up between the couple) Personally, I’d like to point out to mommy evilest she tried a very similar plan in Hercai (make a mentally unstable vengeance obsessed headcase suffer through enemy daugher’s love) and it didn’t really work out.
So now her dad is in the dungeon and he says he will allow her to pay off the debt by staying if she kneels.
I am not sure that he’s gonna live long enough for evil mommy to go “gotcha” because the heroine, who correctly refers to him as a “sick psycho,” is totally gonna shank him first.
The first ep was addictive, the chemistry is insane. I hate ML as a person but oh boy is he fun to watch. The whole thing is like Fei Wo Si Cun is moonlighting for Turkish tv.
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