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Playing In The Future Home
Fluff and Smut
1.4 K words
(Jihyo and OC making new memories)
"I can't wait to see where we are going to build our future house," Jihyo said as she looked outside the window. The two of you are on your way to visit the plot of land that you showed her before through FaceTime.
"Minji gave me the keys to the gate so we can park the car inside and walk around." Jihyo puts up her hands closer, "Look, my hand is shaking from how excited I am right now."
"Don't be nervous. I know you are going to like it. We are almost there; just a couple more minutes."
You exit the highway and immediately make a left turn. Then drive down the windy road up a small hill and turn right into a private road. Only two hundred feet into a private road filled with trees and bushes, you are met with a large metal gate, "I'm going to open the gate; I'll be right back." Once the gate is open, you drive inside and close the gate around before driving again. The dirty road eventually leads you to a grass-filled field, "we're here."
The two of you get out of the car; Jihyo walks around for a bit as you get your backpack and binder. "What do you think?"
"It's amazing, and it's big. I love the trees and bushes that surround the entrance."
"Yes, Minji said that the previous owner fenced the entire estate so their animals wouldn't get out. Makes it easier for us because it ensures our privacy."
You take out your binder and show Jihyo some sketches that you and Minji worked on for the past two days. "Look, here are some examples of the potential layout," as you point at the 2D view of the whole estate. "This right here is the layout of the entrance layout just came in front, and we are standing here," as you point at the spot you are standing in. "The lot is huge, and it does have a slight hill towards the back and trees throughout the lot. What Minji and I thought was to keep the entrance untouched, just grass and the house in the middle. Because the area has so much space, we have the option of a one-story house that has spread out or a two-story house. We can also have detached buildings like a music room and multiple guest houses away from the main house but still close. We can even have a large pool with a building on its own, but we would need to childproof it. We have a lot of options to make this place perfect. Towards the back of the lot are multiple trees and a small stream that runs across the end of the property."
The both of you walk around, and Jihyo tries to visualize the house with the binder in her hands. "I like it, and I think the members will be happy. When do you think we can buy it and start building?"
"I talked to Minji about it, and she said that the owner has wanted to sell the property for a while since all his family has moved to the city abroad and has no more use for it. Regarding the building, we can talk to a few contractors and get the permits ready after we buy the property. Shouldn't be too long, but it all depends on the layout of the house."
"The faster, the better; I can just see the babies running around and having fun with each other. I want Jisoo to have a memorable childhood and grow up safe without the eyes of the public on her and the rest."
"She will; just imagine her playing with the twins on a swing or going down the slide. It's going to be perfect." You hold her hand and start to walk, "let me show you the best part." The both of you walk up toward the end of the property, where you see a hill surrounded by numerous trees. There is a special tree that is much older than the rest, and as you both get closer, Jihyo is amazed by its size, "Wow, the tree is huge."
"The tree isn't the only thing; turn around." Jihyo turns to see a fantastic view of the landscape. Her future is right before her, and the rest of the world is in the background. "Omg, the view is wonderful. Thank you, oppa," hugging you.
"Everything here is for us, our future. You deserve the whole world, and I will try my best to give you that." Jihyo tears up from happiness, and the both of you share a passionate kiss.
"Thank you."
After settling down, you both sit on the blanket and snacks you brought and enjoy a bottle of wine. Jihyo, a good drinker, enjoys the wine more than you and, little by little, gets tipsy. "Oppa, want to mess around a little bit? We're alone, so we can have a little fun," giving you a sexy wink.
"For you, I'm able to go all the way."
She pushes you down, gets on top of you, and starts to unbutton your shirt. "Don't do anything; I'll take care of everything and just enjoy." With your chest exposed, she kisses every inch of you, "oppa, you have a manly chest; I love it."
You give a soft moan as she kisses your neck, "Jihyo, it hurts."
Jihyo looks down and sees the large bulge in your pants, "Oh wow, hard already?"
"It's just that you're too sexy, I can't help it."
She undoes your pants and fishes out your cock. "Don't worry, little fellow; you'll get your turn soon enough." Once she's done with your neck, she stands up and pulls down her leggings and panties. Jihyo sits on your shaft, causing you to moan, "Ahhh, you're bending my cock."
"Hmmm, I can feel your cock throbbing, but it's not time yet," as she begins to grind on you. The feeling of her lips hugging your cock throws you over the edge, and Jihyo knows it. "How do you like that? You like it when I grind my pussy on your cock?"
"Jihyo, please don't tease; let me put in it."
"Just a bit longer," as she increases the pace. She puts more of her weight on your cock, causing you to moan in pain. "Fuck, I can feel your hot cock throbbing. You're such a bad boy, but good job on holding on. Here is your reward."
Jihyo grabs your cock and lifts herself, aligning it to her entrance. You watch as the head of your cock spreads her lips apart, causing you to gasp, "Fuck, you're so tight." She drops her whole weight, and her cunt swallows you whole, "Ahh… fuck, you're cumming already?"
You grab her waist and hold her tight, "take all of my cum!" She places her hands on your chest and digs her nails as she begins to ride you as you cum inside her. "Let it all out; I'll milk you of all you're worth."
You see her lustful eyes, the eyes of someone who's found her prey. She rides you as you cum, her tits swaying from side to side, "come on baby, do you like how I ride your big cock? Your cock that's filling me up with baby batter. Stay hard for me, okay."
Jihyo, with her head on your chest, can hear your heavy breathing, she knows that she has you in her hands. "You think you can go for another round?"
“Ye…yeah… I… I can."
She sits back up, ties her hair in a ponytail, looks you in the eyes, and begins to ride you once more. You can help you move your gaze, but she says, "Don't, look at me. You're mine."
All you hear now is the noise of flesh grinding against each other, Jihyo's tight walls choking your cock.
She rides you for about five minutes until you cum once, filling her womb with baby batter. "Yeah… just like that. Fill me up with your cum” as she tightens up her cunt. Once she's done milking you for the second, she lifts herself up and lays beside you.
Haven gotten a happy ending you look at her erect nipple and attach yourself you it. "Aww, my poor baby, there, there. Suck on mommy's tits until you're full, okay" as she caresses your head. You fall asleep attached to her breast as Jihyo hugs you tight in her arms.
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Scorpio Curse (König x F!OC)
Part 2/3 of Valkyrie
(Part 1 here)
Summary: König gets an order to make a female SpecGru sniper talk, but König doesn't want to hurt women.
Category: Smut 🔞, angst, fluff
Tags & warnings: Explicit mature content +18 audiences only, strangers to lovers (slight enemies to lovers), dubious consent, threats of rape, virgin!König, size kink, size difference, p in v, multiple orgasms, cunnilingus, squirting, hugs and cuddles, super fluffy ending. König will be named in later chapters.
Part 2: Mostly König who is in desperate need of a hug (don't worry, he will get it soon enough :*)
A/N: KorTac and SpecGru are rivaling military contractors, Conor is König's superior (and a huge villain), and I just wanted to write angsty smut featuring our favourite Austrian boi.
"You should've come to me, König."
He was still here.
No one had told him to leave his stuff and sign the papers and get the fuck out.
He had been called to see the team leader, though.
Immediately.
"It's true that we don't do that shit. Especially with the SpecGru, not after everything that already went through."
He told his side of the story, and apparently, the command agreed that Conor had made a mistake.
"Your superior officer slipped, but that doesn't mean you have the right to do whatever the fuck you deem more appropriate."
The leader's cheeks were red, and his voice traveled from peaceful, tired account to a booming loud yell.
"To tell you the truth, König, you're good at what you do. But pull this kind of shit again, and the KorTac will ensure you lose your rifle for good. They'll make sure you'll get spat in the face in every fucking PMC on this fucking planet, you hear me?"
He was surprised he didn't catch spit flying right now.
"Sir."
"Now go fix that goddamn fence."
"Yes, sir. Right away, sir."
König, former weapons sergeant of the Jagdkommando and current operator of the special forces known as KorTac, felt like a fresh recruit when he turned heel and marched from the office. He thought about asking whether the surveillance tape would be destroyed or if it was already but sensed that this was not the best moment to ask questions. The leader's tired voice followed him as he walked away with cold sweat tingling down his back.
"Jesus. Where did you even get those bolt cutters.."
He worked half a day to get it right. Repairing the fence was easy, but fixing it so that it wasn't a weak spot in the area's defense was not. He had kneeled down in this exact same spot less than 24 hours ago, with a tense, silent cargo thrown on his back in a fireman's carry.
He had yanked the door to the surveillance room open to let the men know they could get a coffee break while he watched the prisoner — only to find that there was no one there. He had been played twice the fool, and she had paid the price. He wasn't man enough to tell her it had been all in vain when he went to get her.
He certainly wasn't going to tell her that he would still do it all again.
She stayed mute the whole journey to the fence, remained quiet even when he placed her gently on the ground and showed her the hole he had made on the chain link fence for her to crawl through.
"There you go, little Walküre."
She stared at his work for a while, sniffed, then looked up at him.
"You think you can fit through that?" He asked, although he had made sure the hole was big enough for even him to go through.
"Yeah…" she uttered her first words since forever before reaching for her road to freedom. Realizing she was still tied, she pivoted back.
"My hands.." she started, but he was already kneeling on the ground with his combat knife pulled out. With utter care, he cut her loose. She caught him after it was done, and he glanced at those tiny fingers that barely reached to close around his wrists.
"Thank you."
He raised his stare, and her eyes bored into his as she ensured her words had sunk in. Then she turned, dived for the hole… but turned back again.
"König."
He had enough time to discover that the naked pain in her eyes was of the exact same kind as the agony spreading in his heart before she leaped to him, threw her arms around him — and suddenly, he was home.
"Don't get yourself killed." Her voice was a muffled sob that hit his skin through the mask as she pressed her face against his neck and squeezed him with a surprising amount of strength. Dumbfounded, he raised his arms but wasn't sure if she would welcome the touch. He didn't want her to think he would seize her just when she had been offered a way out.
"Promise that you won't get killed."
He knew that he would probably get maimed for this. At the very least, he would lose his contract. But he hadn't even thought about it when he made that hole and carried her here.
She released him and pulled back. Her eyes were pure attention, a time-halting awareness that seized him without warning. It didn't matter that he was loaded with gear, that he had a helmet and a mask on. She could see him. All of him. And she smiled.
Then she reached for his mask.
He did nothing to stop her as she grabbed the hood and started to lift it. His vision went black with the ascending cloth for the longest second…
And then he could see again — see her wide eyes roam his face. The silence was pierced by a few raindrops, the first of an impending heavy rain. They landed on his helmet and on his arm guards, specked on her cheeks as they fell from the heavy clouds above them.
"Wow," she breathed, with parted lips and eyes that sparkled.
She grabbed his helmet through the cloth and pushed both the hood and the piece of metal away. The bundle landed somewhere next to him with a soft clunk a second before her lips pressed against his.
Rain fell, and with it, the paint from around his eyes — all the black he had surrounded himself with ran down his cheeks and neck, all the way under the collar of his shirt and over his heart that thumped like a maniac. They were in a warm August shower together, and she pulled him by his neck, threatened to swallow him, and he could do nothing but melt and surrender and answer with the same gentle hunger.
Her fingers swept across his chin; they caressed his temples, brushed his scalp, and tugged at his hair, not hindered by the fact that there wasn't much to grab hold of in the classic military undercut. They slid down his neck, grabbed his tactical vest, and pulled him deeper into the kiss. She sucked his lip, kissed the raindrops away, and he was hard as a rock even in the pants that were soaked and cool.
When she relented, all too soon, he would've given everything to freeze time and stay there. Under that hail, kneeled in that mud — with her, forever.
"I can't go through that fence unless you promise me," she panted in his mouth, and every single fiber in his body told him not to promise anything. He wanted to grab her instead, take her back, tuck her somewhere safe, and keep her as his own.
"Ok," he whispered.
A gush of hot air landed on his face as she gave a short laugh.
"Ok what?" She smiled against his mouth, her teeth colliding with his lips.
"I… promise."
"'Atta boy," he felt the words before he heard them, and she kissed him once more, and he could've drowned in that kiss. In those words.
"I'll never forget this," she said, lips wet with all that rain, eyes blinking through the drops that slithered down her face and got caught in her lashes.
I'll never forget you.
"No problem."
"No problem…? God. Could you get any more charming?"
She thought he was charming…
"Just one more thing, hero."
She bit her lip, looked down on the soaked grass, then up at him, and smiled.
“What’s with the hood? I really don’t get it. You look super nice.” She winked an eye at him. And then she turned and crawled through that hole and vanished into the darkness.
He was left alone in the descending rain, and there he had remained ever since.
He was convinced he still had her scent on him. He never washed that shirt he had been wearing the day he lifted her in his lap. He tried to catch her from it, and for a few days, he thought he actually did. But then that scent became only a memory.
Nevertheless, it followed him everywhere. No one knew that he was encompassed by it. That he was shrouded with her as he walked the base or rose on the plane.
Days passed by, and he still felt her lips on his own. Her taste in his mouth. Felt her legs around him, her soft walls surrounding him.
He replayed the frenzied vision over and over again in his head to remind himself that he had truly been inside her. That he had made her produce all those sounds. Made her clench around him and smell like honeydew and summers by the lake. He realized that he had started to truly live only after he had opened the door to that bleak room full of her. And then his life froze like a movie that was pressed on an eternal pause as he saw the soles of her boots push against the muddy ground to get her through that fence and away from him.
Three weeks passed — three weeks without her.
He did his job, went on missions, and executed orders to the letter.
But mostly, he was in his thoughts.
Mostly, he thought of her.
He thought of her when he had a rifle in his hand during ops. He thought of her during briefings, when he did deadlifts, racked a barbell after bench press, or sparred with training knives.
He thought of her in showers, in the mess hall, and most of all, in bed at night when he stroked himself to a release that eased his sleep.
He had never been so virile, not even as a teen. His libido was off the roof as the only thing he could think about was how he could get to jerk himself off in the shower stall or in his bunk after the day was done. Thoughts of her were his reward, the only thing that seemed to sustain him.
She was the most radiant thing in his life: everything else had faded away, turned to gray and black. Monotone, lifeless, empty. The pain faded for a while every time he came into his fist. Then it hit him with an even more crippling force as he realized that she wasn't real; she wasn't here.
Still, he fantasized what it would be like to hold her after, how they would drift off to sleep together. He envisioned her skin, her scent, her hair. The top of her head against his chin, her little hands around his neck, her laugh, all of it.
Sometimes when he had a hard day, he fantasized how her body would press softly against his back, and she would slide an arm around him, and it would disappear beneath his shirt. Her palm would come and rest right where his heart was, and she would just hold him.
On the worst days, he cried. He thought of the bullies and what they would say and how they would laugh if they saw him now, curled up in the soiled sheets with a cock in his hand, falling asleep on a tear-soaked pillow.
After a few months, he started to dissolve.
He got reckless on the field — jumped out of the helo before it had even landed properly, was all sloppy with his cover, wasted bullets, and revealed his position for the sake of getting up close and personal, for having the satisfaction of killing his opponents with a knife or with his bare hands.
People complained. Hutch complained, Fender complained — even Zero complained.
Some said it was just good old König, that he didn't care. Medics said he had a guardian angel with him when he never got hit, got barely even scratched when at the same time, some of the best operators were severely injured.
And some saw right through it.
"He fell in love with that sniper bitch. That's what's wrong with 'im," Conor had said.
He had nearly attacked the man for what he said — what he had called her. His angel.
But he knew that's what Conor wanted: to taunt him into making a mistake that would result in his dismissal from the force. Would probably destroy his chances to continue a career anywhere in the military. And then he would quickly find himself in civilian life, where he had never quite fit into.
"Promise me you won't get killed."
He had promised her to stay alive, and he couldn't disappoint her. So it became a prayer. Every night he made an offering to her, so she would keep him safe. No bullet could touch him. He knew that somehow she could feel his longing, the love he had for her. She would protect her like the war maiden that she was. And even if he caught that bullet, he knew it would only take him to heaven. She had already carried him there.
Six months without her, and people started to fear him.
His teammates looked at him with dread as he geared up for missions with the secret knowledge that he was practically immortal. The team leader said he resembled a machine, and he took it as a compliment. Even Lieutenant kept his mouth shut and looked at him with something akin to respect.
But he got even more time off when he wanted the exact opposite. He was pretty sure that there was a note in his file now. Right after the screaming red words released a prisoner without the requisite order from a superior officer. A comment that said he was behaving wrong, that he was unstable or something. They offered him cognitive therapy, sleeping pills, meditation groups, ice baths, even acupuncture. He turned it all down, knowing that it was no use.
And so they sent him home more and more often.
It was even worse there. He never wanted the leaves, but KorTac was firm in their protocol. Contract soldiers needed time off duty to prevent "substantial impairment concerning the operator's ability to work." Even if he wanted to, he couldn't stay in the barracks and get every mission he could get his hands on.
He sat in his apartment, slept late, went for a swim, went to the gym, and came back to sit and sleep. He thought of her when he walked the streets with a hole in his chest, a hole as deep as the Mariana Trench. He saw her in all the women of the same height and weight as her. At some point, he realized he had never paid so much attention to women as he did now.
"Go get a pint and a girl, König. Just get it out of your head."
Zero meant well, but he could've punched him too for saying that.
He didn't want a girl; he wanted her.
Pint sounded good, though. He had visited the nearest pub only a few times before, but the place had only reminded him that he was not home and that pubs were different from bierstubes. But right now, he didn't want to go back to that cold, dark flat to stare at the ceiling and wait till sleep would come.
He pushed the door open and stomped his feet on the mat even though it didn't rain outside. He walked further into the dimly lit hall and saw that early evening wasn't the busiest time in this place: more than half of the tables were empty.
And then he looked for the counter and saw her.
His Kriegsmädchen was there.
His Walküre was here.
She was here and looked just the way he remembered her — no, even more luminous. Glowing.
Perhaps he had finally lost it. But he kept looking, blinking, and saw her fingertips curl around a glass, saw the hair she had tied into a high ponytail, the smile that spread across her face just before she laughed.
The angelic sound went straight between his legs and stabbed a hole in his gut, and he was bleeding — months and months of pain, right there in the hallway of a quiet pub.
She was alive and safe, laughing, and so lovely that his hands started to tremble just as they had when his bullies approached him back in school. It was odd because she was everything but. He took a step, heart thumping and palms sweating, like he was approaching an enemy he knew he had to finish with his bare hands.
He walked to the counter in the eye of a storm, and she evaded his gaze and tried to act like she didn't even notice that some man was striding toward her.
Did men approach her often?
Of course they did. And she tried to look like an immovable stone, a prey that wouldn't draw attention.
"Walküre?"
And only then did she turn her gaze, eyes filled with both fear and hope.
Her mouth opened, and she drew a sharp breath, shoulders tense. He had to fight tooth and nail to not grab her and press her against that counter or kiss her, devour her while he carried her off out that door...
"... Valkyrie?" Her friend repeated sarcastically, with a birth of a laugh on her lips, staring at him like he was a circus attraction. He didn't spare even a glance her way.
Couldn't, because he was mesmerized by the most soothing gaze in the world.
"Hi," she breathed, voice almost breaking.
His eyes went straight to her lips as she said it, the sound far too similar in his mind to the breaths that had escaped her in that dull, grey room.
She cleared her throat and swallowed.
"Kate, this is… Siegfried. A friend from my old job."
He knew he should move, look to the side, and say hello. Act normal. But he couldn't move, couldn't even blink.
She pursed her lips and looked down at her drink, at her friend, and then back up at him.
"Nice to meet you," her friend spoke, and he finally managed to turn his eyes toward her and nod slowly.
“You must be the battering ram.” She took a sip of her drink with a flash of eyebrows.
He heard a sharp inhale from beside him and only wanted to ignore everything and everyone else in the room except for the one who gasped like that.
“You know, the one they send to charge through doors?”
“Done that too.”
The friend called Kate's eyes widened from the stare he knew made most people uncomfortable.
"What are you doing here?"
His angel spoke, and he turned. She was looking even more beautiful with flushed cheeks. It was strange to see her like this: sitting gracefully on that bar stool, wearing jeans and a bit of mascara. She wasn't covered in dirt and sleepless nights and fear, and he realized that he never wanted to see her like that again. He wanted her safe and sound, and happy; even if she had come on this earth to fight, just like he, even if she was deadly with a rifle. Even if she was a more able-bodied sniper than he ever could be.
"To get a lager."
"No, I mean," she laughed, sending warmth between his legs, "Why are you here, here?"
After a blink or two, he realized she meant the town.
"I'm on leave. I live here."
"Oh." She bit her lip. "Kate, um. Would you… Would you mind if we catch up a bit?"
He saw from the corner of his eye that the woman looked him up and down, and then a smile started to creep up her face.
"You know what June, I think I'm gonna head home. You two catch up for as long as you need and I'll see ya later, ok?"
Her name was June.
Like midsummer fests and seagulls and Radler.
Honey and raindrops…
"I'll go grab a table," he declared, thinking how odd that sounded, thinking whether his English was somehow off. As if he was going to physically grab a table and raise it in the air...
Kate chuckled behind his back as he turned and headed for a darker, more private corner.
"Jesus Christ, June… I knew you did some special commando shit, but that guy is -"
"Will you keep your voice down?"
"I mean… If you catch up all night, I doubt you'll be able to walk tomorrow."
"Kate…! "
The rest of the exchange of words faded as he reached the table and adjusted the chairs to be able to sit down.
Then he noticed that he was still wearing his jacket and got up to take it off. He saw her coming with her drink in hand, and she flashed a smile at him as he threw the leather bomber across the chair next to him.
"Nice jacket."
He looked down at the dark brown leather, worn and looking mostly what people called vintage or something.
"You gonna go get that beer, sweetie?"
Sweetie.
Sweetie.
"Ja," he nodded, turned, and marched back to the counter.
He ordered a beer, then asked what the lady over there was having.
"I think she, ah… ordered a mojito." The bartender extended his neck to the side to glance at their table. "Yeah, that's a mojito."
"One of those as well."
The man gave him a look that distinctly said You really think you're gonna get some of that? He didn't know what it was in his aura that told people he was a loser. Or a menace. And he didn't know which of those looks made the pain worse. But all of it faded instantly as she greeted him with a shy smile when he returned to the table with the drinks.
"Oh, you shouldn't have… I haven't even finished this one." She raised those lovely eyes at him, smiling, smiling… "Thank you, König."
Her fingertips brushed his as he gave it to her, the glass sweating with tiny cold drops of condensed water. She had pale pink, almost nude nail polish that made her nails look shiny and pure, her hands even more delicate. She watched as he scoured through the chairs to take a seat, pick a coaster and place his own glass on the table.
"A big one."
She then turned those playful faerie eyes on him, and he was suddenly grateful that he had picked the loose, black cargo pants to wear today… and that he was sitting.
"This is considered a small beer where I come from."
"I'm sure it is," she chuckled. The tight, white t-shirt she wore reminded him of the first time he had seen her, even though it was not one of those heavy cotton, military shirts. He grabbed the beer to do something, anything, and raised it to his lips, almost pouring the liquid all over him when he took a sip. She watched him gulp and smiled even wider. He was half hard at that point and had to spread his legs to accommodate and conceal what was happening in his pants and under the table.
"What about you, Walküre? What are you doing here?"
"I'm helping a friend -uh, Kate. She had an awful breakup."
He nodded and kept picking up his beer, drinking a small sip and trying to hit the center of the coaster as he set the glass back down.
"You're not with SpecGru anymore?"
"I signed off one week after… After. You know."
"I'm sorry to hear that," he said, even though he wasn't sorry at all. At least, not for the fact that she was out of harm's way.
"Nah, don't be. It was for the best. I'm able to sleep at night and everything."
She had trouble sleeping? Maybe that's why she looked even more radiant than before. She had slept well.
"I was worried about you."
"Really?" she tilted her head to the side, and her eyes started to shine even brighter.
"... that you might not find your way home."
"I'm a big girl. Trained with the Green Berets and everything.. But it warms my heart to hear that. I worried about you, too."
"You did?"
"Yeah. Sure, I mean… I was afraid you'd get into some trouble because of me."
Someone laughed at the next table, but the unexpected sound reached him through a comfortable haze; like he was sitting underwater. The battlefield wasn't nearly as distressing an environment as this peaceful pub - or any other place he rarely visited. But this time, with her, it was not too bad. His senses were blown wide, but he wasn't afraid.
"Also ja… They did yell at me."
"That's horrible. I could never yell at you."
He felt himself nearly choke on the beer, tried to breathe through his nose, and forced the liquid down with an audible gulp.
"You kept your promise," she said in a low voice, her smile fading slightly. Her eyes locked with his, and he basked in the warmth.
"Natürlich."
I prayed for you every single night, Kriegsmädchen.
She gave him a small, sad smile and looked down, swirling her ice-filled glass.
"You know I…" she started, took a breath, then another. "I've missed you, König."
He squeezed the tall glass before realizing that it might actually break at some point.
"I've missed you too, Walküre."
He looked at his beer, still halfway full, and then at the completely untouched drink he had brought her.
"You want to go to my place?"
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this is a bit different but i haven’t written poetry in a very very long time but after going to a gay club for the first time (i live in the middle of no where lmao) i’ve had a lot of feelings about who i am versus those around me and the life style i live in a conservative area
i am a cowboy
i wear my cowboy hat and my cowboy boots
i’ve got the jeans, i’ve got the look
i’ve worked the farms, i’ve ridden the horses
hand me a great northern and a fishing hook
i’ll sink them both before you know it
i am a cowboy
the sky is my map and my forecast
i’ll nurse a horse through colic and make it strong again
then i’ll change a flat and without a nap the day will end without a friend
it’s a lonesome life for a cowboy,
especially one like me
i’m all alone watching the herd, there’s
not an ally as far as i can see
i am a cowboy, i’ve made friends with the sky
it’s been the only one to ever see me cry
my boots are covered in the same dust
i’d be pushed into if they knew
it don’t matter if my ute is full of rust, or my jeans are wrangler too
my hat could be akubra or stetson, if it’s all the same to you
it’s not as lonely as it seems
i have friends are in the town
having fun and dancing
as i watch the sun go down
they’re no cowpokes, but they do their best to under stand
this life i have crafted, with these beaten and calloused hands
when the work is slow, and the cows are quiet
i take off my cowboy boots and cowboy hat
i turn the key in my old ute
the city don’t care for these jeans like i do
i am a cowboy in the city but
none of them would know
no one knows these hands, what these calloused hands have done
they’ve brought life into the world, and ended it all the same
someone take these hands, please show me the way
the only stars in the city, are the ones in my eyes
it’s no place for a cowboy under neon lights
glen cambell told a lie, i’m no rhinestone cowboy
but damn, i really try
there’s more friends here, ones just like me
its just one night, how hard could it be?
i wear my ringers tee and shoot my shot with whisky
they feel my callused hands, worn from the day
it’s hot and sweaty, i’m used to that, it’s okay
i am a cowboy, i’ve seen flesh and blood
this is new, something strange
i do not fear it, it’s cowboying all the same
by day break these calloused hands turn the key
of this rusty holden ute
the cows need checking, a fence mending
my good mare will drop her foal any day
i pass the live stock agent on the highway
the hay contractor too
the butchers wife drives the van
all these people that i knew
but i can scarcely wave my hand
they don’t know who i am or where i’ve been
i’m a cowboy, we’ve all got secrecy
the live stock agent gets a commission from the abattoir
the hay contractor gets free hay
the butchers wife had an affair with a lawyer near geelong bay
i am a cowboy, i work all alone
no one knows my knows my secrets
just the land that i’ve sown
i am a cowboy, i work the land too
i am a cowboy, pleas let me love like you
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I went to check out another house today and oh boy was it a doozy.
It was originally built in 1881 and I could see from the photos that it was not habitable. But it sits on a half acre in an area I'm interested in. Also I can see the charm in the bones, so to speak. Like a half circle window with built in seating, which to me shouts book nook.
I brought my dad because he's knowledgeable about construction and built our family home from scratch.
Got there and it was immediately obvious that this place is way worse than advertised. The second story all season room looks ready to fall off, there's foam patching along sections of the underside of the roof, porch looks like it'd drop you faster than you could curse, etc. It would be a massive undertaking to make it livable.
But the yard is fairly level and partially fenced in from the neighbors. It's set a decent distance from the road and has ample space from neighbors on all sides. This is big for me because I intend to board dogs (through my current job) and I don't want to piss off neighbors with barking dogs.
And while this isn't a basis to buy such a house on, something about it calls to me in a way I haven't experienced before. More on this under the cut because it's spiritual woo woo talk.
When I do a drive by, I literally drive by. I cruise through the neighborhood and take my time. But I don't go up to the house. However between this place clearly not being occupied and my dad having older white dude audacity, we got out and walked around the yard. We went all the way around the house, he pointed out a test patch where someone investigated the siding and it's layers, stomped on the dilapidated porch, and found a well with a hand crank.
At one point I was standing close to the road while he was on the porch reading orange town issued notices posted on the front door. A guy working for the house across the street stopped to stare at us. My dad gave a friendly wave, the contractor returned it, and despite my fears of the cops being called on us, nothing happened.
I thought initially this might be a place that I buy, spend a few months of heavy sweat equity on and hire a contractor or two for major things. But ultimately could make livable while continuing to fix up within three months or so. In addition to major interior work, it needs rewiring/electrical work, a plumbing overhaul, a new roof and gutters, new siding, a new porch, new windows, and most likely just tearing off the all season porch at minimum. So yeah just a fuck ton of work.
My dad and I agreed that this place was pretty far over our ability to renovate. But something makes me want to dig into it deeper anyway. While I highly doubt this place will turn into anything for me. I'm going to look into possible financing options. And I've set my dad to contacting the listing agent and the county office to see what's up.
My next step is digging into a renovation specific loan, the FHA 203k loan. Even though this place probably won't pan out I think it'll serve as a good test run of what I'd need. Cause let's be honest between the current economy and housing market, whatever I end up with will need work.
I don't typically talk about this, but I am pagan and consider myself a spiritual person. And while I don't see the mystical in the mundane everywhere, when I do I, I do.
When I hesitantly stepped onto the property I got a sense of the house. It's got a presence. Something quiet, mostly dormant, and not a little resigned to being torn down. But it's deep, having grown out from the house itself and into the ground around it. It felt like it cracked one eye half way open to regard me. It was very tired. But it also conveyed a feeling that if I restored it, it would be my house.
It would not only protect and shelter me like a good house should. But it would make sure I was happy there. It would pull on its deep connection to the land to make sure this was a place I thrived in. If I invested in it, it would invest in me with the shared goal of quiet, simple joy.
No bombastic promises of glory or great success. But a secure space to sing off tune while I bake bread. Sunny windows to dry herbs in. And love ingrained in the archways of architectures no longer in fashion.
It's not something I'm willing to use as a reason to immediately go all in on. But I'd be lying to myself if I didn't admit that it's part of the reason I'm investigating what it would take to make this place a home.
#house hunting#not dog related#it's not the most ideal lot in relation to the town it's in#and it would be so much work to make it habitable#much less restore it to being complete#but something about it makes me unwilling to just write it off and move on#as I dig into things I'll probably make a post about#fha 203k loans#and what they entail
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what would the difference be between personal protection dogs and other kinds of protection dogs? is that at all related to livestock guardians? I have very little knowledge in this area but I'm curious if you are willing to answer!
Personal protection dogs are dogs that are trained to sort of act as a bodyguard to a human. They are to act on command to bite whoever their owner sends them to bite, and also to react quickly if an attack from another human comes before their owner is able to process it (such as someone sweeping up on you from behind).
Other forms of “protection” are things such as:
livestock guardians, which stay with a herd of livestock and defend them mostly against predators (though the occasional dog may also scuffle with thieves);
estate guardians and junkyard dogs, which are confined to a specific property or section of property as deterrent for thieves;
police (apprehension) and military (combat) dogs, which are used in the capture/take-down of suspects and to protect their handlers from enemy combatants;
security dogs, which are usually civilians or private contractors operating as property security and as mercenaries who use dogs similarly to the above police and military;
often called “watchdogs” or “alarm dogs”, which bark but do not bite when an intruder enters or when the owner/property is approached by a stranger;
sport dogs, which are trained in a highly ritualized combat scenario as a contact sport for fun and sometimes for money. Often, but not always, these dogs struggle to cross over into real protection like the police, military, or security dogs or like personal protection dogs.
There is some overlap between these terms and they are not mutually exclusive. Swissies, for instance, were used as livestock and estate guardians to serve mostly a watchdog purpose- barking, even chasing, but not biting. Dobermans were created to be personal protection dogs but due to the timing of their creation were quickly adopted by the German government for use in their wars and policing. German Shepherds were created to be all of the above and more, and now are largely sport dogs as the Belgian Malinois is really much more popular in police and military work nowadays, though there are still some lines being utilized in those arenas.
I am... mostly ambivalent towards most of these uses, though not all. Even personal protection as a breed goal I can understand due to the era they were created. However, again, as said most people who want a PPD would be better served buying an inanimate weapon and learning how to defend themselves with it, because they’re probably going to have to do that anyway when their PPD gets shot in the head before it manages to take three steps towards an assailant. Each of these have their flaws and I won’t act like any of them are perfect. But I do think there is leagues of difference between “keeps people from jumping my fence to steal my property” and “almost exclusively used to terrorize marginalized populations” and “not the smartest of choices in today’s world and a huge liability besides”.
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Decided to start a new project on the farm following a conversation with one of the directors about the apple trees we have on-hand (ie. they were bought, potted up and forgotten about).
Fairly simple project in theory - transplant the spare apple trees into the main orchard where there's currently a large amount of empty plots that either contained trees previously that didn't quite make it for various reasons or were dug in the wrong place due to a contractor error (the error is that he was a little stupid but shit happens). We have so many good trees just hanging around it'd be a shame to leave them to get root-bound in a tiny corner so I'm taking charge, especially because there's so much potential for the orchard to bring in money from various activities and, being a charity, this farm could use all the income it can get.
Based off of another short conversation with the farm founder who is an expert in apples and the guy who keeps buying the apple trees, potting them up and then forgetting about them (to be fair he's like 75) there's quite a lot to do but it is all fairly straight forward. The only things that may trip me up are:
a) finding time to meet with the farm manager to discuss a grazing and cutting regime for the orchard - difficult because he's only in during the week and I'm only in during weekends except for large events and these regimes will somewhat determine what I can do and when.
b) sorting out the budget for the project - there is apparently a £1200 p/y budget already set aside which isn't a lot and we need to repair a lot of the current fencing as well as buy materials for new fencing/irrigation/etc.
c) soil prep - the orchard has a heavy clay soil which I think is the reason so many of the original trees didn't make it, and a lot of the plots have overgrown so it'll mean a lot of work from day 1.
My plan for the coming weekend is to take a long walk around the orchard to note any repairs/potential problem areas and fix the taps, weather permitting. We have an event on sunday so I'm hoping the farm manager will be in to have a discussion about it then.
#project apples#super excited for this project actually#I've really enjoyed working with the animals over the past 2 years on the farm but I want to branch out a bit#a lot of volunteers focus solely on the animal management so I'm switching my focus a little bit to land management#I've also been working on the wildflower beds and the memorial orchard (though it's mostly weeding) which has been fun#hoping I can find a few other volunteers to help me out but I'm also content with doing it solo#thought it would be nice to keep a little record of project apples on tumblr bc it'll help me get back into posting lol
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I'm so enamored with the unspoken social contract of stuff on porches/stoops in high foot traffic areas.
My "backyard"-- a square of dead grass facing a wall covered in exposed wires bordered by a clearly broken "fence"-- has empty cans of alcohol that definitely weren't put there by me or my guests, BUT ALSO, the extremely moldly old mattress I stuffed back there because I had nowhere else to put it disappeared without me having to do jack shit. I'm talking visibly covered in green mold, like bread, while the completely sanitary cushions on the nearby bench have never left. This is more help than my landlords rental agency, and their various contractors have ever been.
People who are moving regularly leave extremely portable furniture out for days at a time, and it is never touched, and the second it hits the curb it is gone in literal minutes. Literal. My neighbor texted me a pic of stuff she had just set out, i got up as soon as I got the text, walked the grand total of 10 steps outside my apartment, and half of the full-sized furniture was gone without a trace. Wasn't even the same furniture that had been on the porch previously (all of that was still on the porch, untouched). The bench I bought the sanitary cushions for has sat on the stoop for at least 20 years, per the delivery guy who informed me with delight that he used to live at my address.
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I’m back! Yes, I am. And today – after installing that Diesel stuff pack that I found for cheap over on Amazon – I opened my game. I actually did a lot, even though I didn’t take pictures of everything. Because well, I’m lazy. No lie! But before I get to that, I’d like to thank all those who have - and continue - to serve in our military. Without your sacrifice, we could not enjoy the liberties we take for granted. So thank you all, very much.
Now, back to SV.
Down on the beachfront, I bulldozed that corner house at 1 Sun Song and plonked down a pale gray version of the house I used for the Koffi family. I plan on using variations of this house along this entire section of road, because 1) I’m lazy and it’s a quick fix. And 2) I’m lazy and in my town history, all of these houses along this stretch of road were built by the same contractor, years ago. And he was cheap, so he used the same basic floorplan for all of them. Then charged a bunch of simoleons for “personalization” of the different properties – ie: different exterior paint. Btw, if you’re wondering about the weird parking, it’s because the parking space takes up too damn much room. Motorcycles don’t need as much space as cars. No lie, EA!
Anyway, while I did that house, I also took the family into CAS – which you all know I HATE!!! – and gave them make-overs. Hank – thanks to the awesome Master Controller – is now the brother of Justine Keaton, and BFF with her husband. Pauline will also be getting a sibling – that Asian Sim from the Working Friends household. But unlike Hank, Pauline doesn’t know that Tori Kimura is her sister, since they were adopted into different families as toddlers. And right now, they don’t really like one another, since Pauline thinks Tori is a snob – mostly because Tori went to Uni, while Pauline didn’t.
Anyway, once I got done with them, I hopped over to the empty spa lot and placed Tedhi’s remake of Hogan’s Diner. And for those of you who are interested, EVERYONE seems to go to this lot! It is always packed! The only thing I did to it, was trade out the tissue boxes for actual napkin holders – the ones that came with that 50’s diner set. Tedhi has been limiting herself to just base-game crap, but not me! I’ve got tons of CC and I’m not afraid to use it. Mostly because I don’t have to deal with whiney players who download her lots and complain about CC. Oh! The other thing I did, was trade out the bike stand out front for the ones made by Mspoodle – thank you! I’ve been using them on a lot of my community lots, since the city council is currently promoting the new “green” agenda, and since the bike rentals all belong to the city, they can charge exorbitant prices for rentals. As the city fathers like to remind voters, it’s “Progress as Promised.” Even though it’s really not.
Then I hopped down to that lot where Koffi originally lived and bulldozed his old house, then rezoned the lot to a fusion lounge. Then I put that store bistro lot there. I did make a few changes to it. Outside, I added a small fence around that outdoor eating area, because in real life, there would be one, because of potential lawsuits. I believe it’s a Sims 1 fence that Grande Llama put up for download. (I really like his stuff!) I also changed all the tables to be the same. And used Ani’s menus – since I use her Mod. Then I gave the place a sign – from Around the Sims 3. Don’t know what it says, but it looks good at night.
Inside, I made the kitchen a tad smaller, so that I could add that hallway next to the stairs. It goes back to a bathroom. In the main area, I didn’t add a lot of junk, since I hate getting those routing issues when Sims can’t figure out how to walk around stuff. I just changed out the tables for the ones I used outside.
Anyway, upstairs, I expanded the area a tad. Got rid of the bathrooms and added a bit over what was a flat roof area - that’s where all those windows come in. Then I used one of those Late Night bars and some furniture from Around the Sims 3. That open area by the DJ thingie is actually a small “invisible” dance floor from Mod the Sims. And viola! Another lot done! Go me!
Because this post is already so long, I’ll show you some more in the next one.
#sims 3 Sunset Valley renovation thanks to Tedhi#Grande Llama#and Sandy from Around the Sims 3 and Ani and Mod the Sims
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