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am-i-the-asshole-official · 3 months

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Am I the asshole for calling a (now ex-) mutual a stingy asshole?

So to start, I (NB20) am in a pretty rough situation, I'm facing homelessness soon, transphobia at home and work and my hours have been getting cut resulting in me making even less money that can sustain me. I have a toyhou.se forum post up stating I have emergency commissions open to help me out and to please support me if you can. This is where the situation begins. I have a mutual on toyhou.se who I'll call Apple (MTF22) I talk to sometimes to the point I'd say we are friends, not super close but friends nonetheless. She made a bulletin telling people about my commissions and to please comm me if they could which I'm very grateful for since I did get a few customers from her because of that. The thing is, a few weeks later, she made a bulletin talking about how happy she was so many commissions she bought were finished around the same time and posted all of them with the artists tagged in the post. It was honestly... quite a few, I'm talking like 9 pieces of art of her fursona and even a custom vtuber model she got of her sona. I was going to reply all happy for her, but it made me think... how much did she spend on those commissions?? So I went through all the artists socials to find their commission prices and came to a total of fucking $385!!! More than half of my current goal I'm trying to make through commissions to stay out of homelessness!! So I messaged Apple saying since I saw she bought a few commissions if she was interested in buying a comm from me. She replies saying "Ohh! I'd love to <333 but im just not in a place to buy any more comms right now :< sorry >.<!!" So I casually reply really? because it seems like your in the perfect place to help me out after already spending over $300 in commissions. She tells me she's sorry and really wishes someone would be able to help me out but she just wasn't that interested in my art or a custom to which I tell her she could've easily donated to my ko-fi which I have always had since she clearly has money to spend? To this, she straight up IP blocks me. So still fucking annoyed, I vented in a discord server I share with a few friends from being in a few shared CS together, saying how annoying it is rich assholes like her would drop half a thousand for a picture of their fursona but don't even blink twice at their so called friends. anyway, one of my friends takes a look at Apples th profile and notices she has a new bulletin up and sends me a screenshot, but anways the bulletin reads like "hey!! just saying, but please dont come into my dms acting like you know my financial situation better than i do, just because i buy a lot of commissions doesnt mean im made of money! and please dont think that me commisioning artist 1 means i hate artist 2? thats so weird, thanks!!!!!" and seeing all their subscribers just kissing her ass pissed me off so i made my own bulletin that just stated "i thought it was pretty fucking weird to know how bad ur friend's situation was and to go buy a bunch of comms instead of buying a comm from or even throwing a buck to help me out? like yeah im gonna think i know ur situation better than u, you stingy fuck!!!" Anyway, she mustve been block evading (which I reported her for) since she unblocked me, took a screenshot of my bulletin, then went on about how she lived in an abusive household; her dad had thrown her into a sink and chipped her tooth, bruised half her face and scarred it pretty badly. She bought a bunch of commissions immediately afterwards in a panic to make herself feel better, paying everything with her savings. Which to me.. isn't an excuse. Ive been hit and abused and still found scraps of money to pull together to give to mutuals who need it and Ive been bumping my own post like crazy and she had literal weeks to donate or comm me. Not to mention Ive had exmutuals of hers come to me saying that shes never donated anything to them either despite advertising their posts but always had money for plushies, comms and other crap, meaning Im not alone in thinking shes a stingy asshole. This is getting long, so here, tumblr AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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goron-king-darunia · 7 months

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Eggtober 6th 2023

"Splat" or "Fun with Colors": Raw Egg.

(Clip Studio Paint, Gouache Brush, Pencil brush for details and highlights. 12 colors, I think? 1 Hour.) I actually really liked the rough version I made, so you're gonna get that one at the end as well, for anyone who also likes the rough one better than the smooth one.

But first... I finally discovered a feature of CSP, so now I am unstoppable and I will NEVER AGAIN have to ask myself "How the fuck did I do that?"

Because now I have EVIDENCE. Now curious friends, followers, and my forgetful ass, can watch the full process of how I made a thing. Including what references I used so it's clear how much is iterative and how much I am drawing directly from the visual reference. Today I had to do a lot from imagination because I couldn't find an exaggerated splashy egg, but sometimes I really am just making a study and trying to do a one-to-one recreation of a reference. So now y'all get to know all my filthy little secrets. I was intending to grab footage starting with Eggtober 1, 2023 but OBS needs a version of an NVIDIA driver that will absolutely wreck my computer with BSODs because I own a junker apparently. But it turns out CSP (or at least V2, IDK if it was in V1) has a way to capture a speedpaint natively when you create the file.

Now I am unstoppable, powerful. No more taking a break from art when life gets busy and coming back to pieces I drew 10 years ago and wondering "How the hell did I manage that?" I can just check. It's over for all of you. Once I practice anatomy again and start being able to draw shapes and volumes perfectly from imagination, I will become all-powerful. I will ascend. Hell, maybe someone might even pay me if I learn to draw anything that isn't an egg or a meme. XD Radical self-confidence, baby. I can art now, and I have evidence. My horizons are infinite!

And now, hopefully, any baby artists that are just starting out can get an idea of how I do it from this and future pieces so I can pull you all up with me in a bid of apotheosis. For the EGGsthetic! (Aesthetic.)

I wonder which version of this egg @lady-quen's breadbugs will snap up?

And I wonder which one @quezify will like best? My money's on the sketchy one.

I can't tell which I like better honestly. The smooth one us much more "My aesthetic" because it matches how I render eggs but... The rough pencil-y gouache lines you get with light pressure really remind me of how the classic modern quezify eggs look, and I of course only started doing eggs because of the first Eggtober so, like. On the one hand, smooth and painterly look that goes with all but one of my previous eggs (Eggtober 1, 2023 was a study from memory of quezify's style, after all). But on the other hand... dramatic color changes! Textrure, shine! Colors that aren't in the actual references! EXPRESSIVENESS. Two different moods on the same egg art and I really dig both of them honestly.

#Eggtober 6 2023 #Eggtober 2023 #my art #art by GKD #Raw egg #style experiment #speedpaint

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kunikinnie · 1 year

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hii :) c'est moi, hehe. i couldn't resist that tempting offer you made, so here i am^^

take all the time you need to do this, and most importantly, take care of yourself, first.<33

i was wondering if you could write about Ōgai, Yukichi and Doppo, separately, with a s/o who practices martial arts and who very much enjoys them as a sport? (if you need any more specific hint, aikido is preferable, though do as you wish :))

perhaps s/o is playful and teasy, and started a play-fight, surprising them with a technique or something? without hurting them too much of course, hihi

neutral pronouns (they/them) are good, though i don't mind he/him. up to you ^^

[lol sorry if it sounds dumb, but i often think about it ever since i started practicing martial arts..]

anyways, take care !

— L

a/n: hi L! I don't actually know much about martial arts but I hope this was good enough :)) i tried my best

warnings: some profanity

with an s/o who practices martial arts for sport

featuring: Mori, Fukuzawa, Kunikida x GN!Reader

Mori Ougai

He's quite elated and supportive about it, the three main points being:

(1) As a former doctor, engaging regularly in any physical activity is a healthy habit.

(2) As your lover, of course he's hecking proud. Isn't it cool to have a s/o who's honing their skills in something they love? And can kick ass while doing it?

And most importantly (3) there's low risk of you getting seriously hurt since you're not "out in the field." While he still would be supportive of you if you did go that route, it's still a big relief that he doesn't have to worry about your life being on the line, especially given his current occupation.

The only thing he doesn't like about it is that you keep surprise-tackling him. Sure, he can fight if he wanted to, but given that his style is lethal (and dependent on the existence of a scalpel) there's not much he tries to do, especially if you're physically stronger than him.

"Y/N, I love you. So please let go. Please-"

If you have any tournaments, he'll do his best to attend, although because he's so busy him he seldom actually makes it. So he would compensate by some form of congratulatory celebration, be it a fancy dinner or whatever you like.

Fukuzawa Yukichi

Strangely enough, he's the most chill about it among the three. Don't get me wrong it's not that he's not impressed at all. It's just that he assesses your skills from the perspective of a fellow practitioner.

He's not so strict about it tho since you are just doing it for sport.

He'd gladly demonstrate or share any tips he has. Ask him and he won't hesitate to help you. Sometimes he'll even invite you to train with Kunikida during their sessions.

Sparring with him alone is unfortunately a seldom thing. Work eats up most of his time and energy so he's not able to spend time with you in general as much as he'd like to.

Yet each session with him gives a massive boost to your skills. He's able to counter and even teach you new moves outside of the style that you're mastering - something which even the other people you learn with/from can't do.

As to you trying to pull tricks on him... you can try, but it will never work. He may play along for the first few moments but he'll swiftly counter it just the same. The most you'll get from him is a "I see you've learned something new. Good try."

Words cannot express - not that he uses them much, really - how proud he is whenever he notices your abilities improving. But the occasional smile.

Kunikida Doppo

You can bet he fell hard when he found out you're learning martial arts. Doesn't matter if you were already dating at the time or not when you started.

He'll definitely teach/coach you the most compared to the other two. There's allotted time and plans for progress all written down. Important events like tournaments and the like are in his notebook as well.

Unlike Fukuzawa, sparring would definitely be one of your more frequent "bonding" activities. Kunikida believes it saves time and is just a win-win for both of you anyway.

Now this one is a little too mindful about what part of you he touches whether it's during demonstration or actual sparring. He apologizes extremely quickly and frequently even when it's nothing too bad. He also gets flustered if you two are in any way, shape, or form in an awkward position.

Which is why although the gap in skill is considerably large (but not as large as with Fukuzawa), you can catch him off-guard and tease/surprise-tackle him. This is Kunikida we're talking about - any barrier he has put on will disintegrate quickly. Push him just a little and you will get reaction that you want.

"Focus, Y/N."

"Shouldn't I be the one telling you that?"

"I-I-"

Eventually, he'll let you off the hook with any of your antics as long as it doesn't delay your schedule.

tagging: @stygianoir, @requiem626k , @irethepotato, @kisara-16reblogs, @menshusband, @celestair, @bloobewy, @renaxnnas

#bsd #fukuzawa yukichi #kunikida doppo #mori ougai #fukuzawa x reader #kunikida x reader #mori ougai x reader

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wishmemel · 6 months

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OMGOMG SAFI congrats on 100 ml !! hihii im here to participate in your cute slumber party event ! (i even brought my fave pillow and totoro plushie)

okok soo yk i'm dria 🩵 black / caribbean, around 5'1 (i promise im so close to 5'2 don't @ me haters will hate i drink my milk and eat my veggies) i have huge hair!! like very big hair, too many curls!! it's alot! i love reading, i write plenty of poetry, which is what i use most of my time to do — i lovelove r&b and early 2000s rap music. however, if u open my spotify rn and shuffle my liked songs it would go in order of hip hop, rap, afrobeats, classical music bcus my taste is all over the place. (i also keep a folder of edit audios for my own maladaptive daydreaming purposes lmao)

im rlly a baby blue girlie, fave flowers are tulips (idk my brain js thinks they look yummy), fave season is autumn ofc bcus rainy weather and i have an excuse to stay inside under my blankets 😭 fave animal would beee a black panther or a tabby cat! (my bby bella is a tabby lmao) i love vintage shows (rlly old noir films of all types of genres) i love cinema and visual art it stimulates me sm (im autistic btw i forgot to say mb) i've watched almost every wes anderson film in existence i love soft color palettes in film so bad <3

i enjoy watching old cartoons to relive my childhood nostalgia, jewelry (esp rings i never go anywhere without one or two on), rainy days, late night car drives, baggy shirts, scented candles, afrobeats n anything astronomy related.

im very much a social science n humanities junkie - yearning to be a clinical psychiatrist or complete my dream of teaching literature / psychology. i cry very easily (im js a crybaby istg) - in general im just very very emotional and more often than not i forget common sense and instinct are a thing bcus wtv i feel i just go with it - though i am extremely introverted and freak out when overstimulated in huge crowds and whatnot.

for the event im picking toji bcus that man is the love of my life bye ☹️ the epitome of sunshine and sunshine protector - tiny human and big scary guard dog ! in terms of our compatibility, we're so opposite it's insane! but we balance each other out well. sometimes i have to serve as toji's brain bcus this man is spending money he does not have on all sorts of things for me js cause i looked twice (my sister hced that he'd go below bankrupt buying me sanrio plushies and rings) he works mostly off instinct where i go completely off emotion so we butt heads alot in terms of decision making but he does not know how to tell me no, all i do is sigh once and HES DONE FOR.

i stress this man out like hes my full time babysitter pls

we acc spend alot of time having deep talks about the world and life in general, (i told him ab the backrooms lore and it messed w his head for weeks) which is a side of him he rarely shows to anyone (also he listens to me rant abt daily pop culture developments bcus he lowkey loves the celebrity drama) he's rlly protective, and even moreso bcus of how my anxiety gets. in a crowd this man is standing in front of me and blocking my view of everyone (he also subconsciously pulls me into his side when we're walking in public bcus my autistic ass will see one thing and wander off never to be found again) im always talking like talk talk talking and he pretends he isn't listening but he's literally able to repeat today something i mentioned two weeks ago - he's attentive, shows his love through actions rather than words. if i even make a face that gives away that im uncomfortable being somewhere, or my social battery is dead, hes taking me home no questions asked not a care as to who says what.

im an affection junkie - physical touch is my thing ! and hes so big! so im always pouncing on him for bear hugs and he acts so unimpressed and cocky abt it like "oh you missed me? im not goin anywhere relax" but he acc melts bcus when was the last time someone gave him affection?? he prob thinks im a figment of his imagination lolol

days off / dates would mainly be : window shopping, grocery runs, sitting in the park at sunset, indoor ramen dates n movie marathons and cuddles !!

AHHH sorry if i ranted way too much omg i can't wait to see what you do safi, i'll love anything u write ily so baddd <33

note: hihi dria, thanks for bringing your fave pillow and your totoro plush to the slumber party.

dria x toji — ꒰ tojria

“in this space right here that we have made for each other, you can say anything and i will not abandon you. unwrap the worst things you have done. watch me hold them up to the light and not even flinch.”

height differences, cinnamoroll x badtz maru, protective touches, 3 am conversations about life, romantic picnics at sunset, shopping together, opposites attract, shy x protective, princess treatment, introvert x introvert, buckling your seatbelt for you, tired bf x hyper gf, teasing remarks, day x night, accidental eye contact, blushing, midnight walks, late night phone calls, giddiness, sunshine x sunshine protector, stealing his clothes, late night drives, deleted texts, holding hands under the table, "mean to everyone but her" bf, head pats, she fell first, he fell harder.

being with toji is not always as seamless or easy as you make it look. He's gruff and protective and difficult and incredibly stubborn. like that time you two fought because he was ignoring what you were saying and he flat-out refused to acknowledge your demand when you called him out on it. to be fair, he'd come home after an eight-hour shift and you'd started talking his head off, but it wouldn't kill him to listen. he wasn't paying attention when you were talking about that new hello kitty cafe with the fun milkshakes and the mini donuts that you wanted to try. hell, he ended up falling asleep on your shoulder after brushing off your argument and as much as you wanted to remain angry at him, you'd softened immediately upon seeing his tired face, all eyebags and troubled frown. and he did make it up to you later by taking you to said cafe and proving that he had been listening, though when you brought it up to him, he pretended not to know what you were talking about. but deep down he cares for you and he's trying — you know he's trying and you don't want to make him feel bad for things he can't control. a lot of the concerns you should bring up to him, you don't — you want this relationship to be easy and safe. you want him to feel comfortable with you the same way that you feel comfortable with him. even if sometimes he comes home with a busted lip and bloody knuckles and sends your heart skidding against your ribcage. but what matters is that he comes to you first and he comes home to you. so you know that no matter what, no matter how he's feeling, if he thinks he can talk to you or not, he'll always come home to you. and even if you doubt his commitment sometimes, he knows that you're home to him and he'll do anything to keep it that way.

NOW PLAYING

the way i loved you, enchanted, daylight, afterglow, how you get the girl, treacherous, sparks fly, so it goes...

join safi's perfect slumber party event — requests are open for everyone!

#꒰ safi's perfect slumber party. ꒱

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likegemstone · 9 days

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I have been in a really good groove with creating lately, and just with like "working" in general. In the past, creating has often involved a massive and constant mental wrestling match against myself—second guessing every decision, fighting through constant discouragement, rarely if ever feeling confident in what I'm working on, etc. Just all this emotional/mental exertion on top of the regular emotional/mental exertion that goes into making art.

But lately I have felt really in sync with myself—we're dancing instead of wrestling. I've been brave enough to try out new things that I've never done before (which is REALLY hard for me, like REALLY hard), and been able to notice and accept the areas of my work that I can see need improvement without beating myself up bc they aren't "good enough" yet. It has been really nice, and has shown me that, when I can care for and take responsibility for myself properly (which I now have the skills and tools to do thanks to a lot of inner work and also therapy), I can learn, grow, and improve pretty steadily, and without all the agony of that fucking exhausting wrestling match.

However.

I made a post recently about how I want to draw Daivad getting his ass kicked (and also kicking ass), right? That is in great part due to the fact that I was, at the time, rereading Kengan Asura/Kengan Omega (which is an MMA manga) and I was Very Inspired. And I still am. I've been gathering reference and inspo ever since then. And today I ran out of Haikyuu!! to watch so I was like okay now is the time—I want to draw some sick action scenes with Daivad.

But then. Here comes the anxiety. The overwhelm. The "there's no way you can pull off some sick action scenes—you can barely place characters in a scene and make it look legit, you want to try to do multiple characters interacting in a scene in extreme and dynamic poses?? no shot. and once you try and inevitably fail then you're going to be discouraged and start beating yourself up again and you'll ruin this momentum we've got going on."

So, this post is going to be me using those tools and skills I have now to work through this. Because I know I can. I've done it before.

First skill I'm going to be using: recognizing what exactly is triggering this anxiety, and figuring out a plan to care for the Part of me that's triggered. I want to ensure I'm making my decisions from Core, not from a triggered Part, and I also want to ensure I'm caring for those vulnerable Parts!

I think the thing that is making me feel so anxious and overwhelmed is because dynamic action scenes are so far out of my comfort zone and I haven't come up with a plan for connecting the dots of my current skill to Dynamic Action Scene Skill. It's a whole big leap, and that Part of me sees aaaaalllll of those, like dozens of really tricky dots that I have not mastered yet (perspective, composition, conveying movement, dynamic poses IN perspective, and so on) and is like "!!!!! HOLD UP THAT'S TOO MUCH I CAN'T FIGURE THIS OUT ALL AT ONCE. Trying to master all that stuff will take literal years and probably good money to pay for lessons from people who know wtf they're doing!!"

So, I'll care for that Part by saying: That's true! And it's okay! I'm not going to try to get the perfect action scene down right away, because you're right. Trying to force that would absolutely wreck our confidence and be really frustrating as well. And I appreciate the reminder that biting off more than I can chew can knock me back a few steps. Small bites are best sometimes.

Next skill, now that that Part has calmed down a lot and also feels steadied: coming up with a plan. I want to draw Daivad getting his ass kicked, but don't currently have the skills to pull off a whole Dynamic Action Scene yet. So how am I going to meet that desire/feed my inspiration (Daivad getting his ass kicked) while still protecting my Parts, challenging my skills, and caring for my mental health?

One dot at a time.

I could start with just breaking down some of my favorite panels from KA. Examining how Daromeon frames his scenes, how he works with perspective, how he conveys movement, etc. But specifically I want to see Daivad getting his ass kicked—so maybe I'll start with just one pose that feels doable for my skill level, use KA as reference for the pose and put Daivad in it, and since I have gotten decent at capturing his likeness, I can challenge myself to put an extreme expression on his face and still have him be recognizable. That's totally doable—it'll take time and work and lots of effort, but it's doable! And it will bring me one step closer to Dynamic Action Scene skill level!

Alright, now I'm feeling excited and fired up and also I have an exact pose in mind and I think I already have it saved somewhere, so I am off to draw Daivad, Bloody and In Pain. Wish me luck y'all!

#personal #gem problem solves #artblr #writeblr #artist problems #writer problems #mental health

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mixelation · 2 years

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Hi, I'm new in your blog!

If you don't mind, how do you imagine itadei dynamic? (Especially after know you prefers Itachi as a asshole than a "good guy.

Don't get me wrong, I prefer him like you do)

Hello, welcome!

So, things we know about the Itachi-Deidara dynamic in canon: 1) Deidara is obsessed with Itachi and with forcing Itachi to recognize his "art" (which we can extrapolate to Deidara himself wanting to be recognized by Itachi). 2) Itachi triggered this obsession by spitting rude things at Deidara when he absolutely did not need to be that mean.

So, as part of my interpretation of Itachi, he just says mean things to people for no reason, all the the time. It doesn't necessarily mean he likes you. HOWEVER, since we are analyzing them from a shipping perspective, I am going to say: Itachi enjoys metaphorically yanking Deidara's pigtails.

And now we go into a dynamic I think you COULD extrapolate from canon through a very shipping-heavy lens but which is based more on Vibes than actual canon interactions: Itachi likes watching Deidara's over-the-top reactions. He likes being able to say one (1) thing and immediately having all of Deidara's (screaming) attention on him. He likes that Deidara repeatedly chases him down for murder attempts, because he enjoys Deidara's obsession with him. Itachi is very dedicated to his goals, so I think he'd get annoyed with Deidara if Deidara, for example, interfered with whatever he's trying to do with Sasuke, or if Deidara directly threatened Konoha-- but in general, Itachi finds the cute boy's attentions and single-minded obsession kind of fun? I headcanon Itachi and sort of stupid about this sort of thing, so he doesn't actually know why he gets a kick out of provoking Deidara, but he can't help himself.

(And it helps that Deidara can actually go toe-to-toe with Itachi and then come back for more instead of being someone Itachi can just make cry and move on.)

Deidara also has no idea Itachi likes him. Deidara thinks of himself as a chill, cool guy, but he has a short fuse, and when it comes to Itachi... there's barely any fuse at all. What's wrong with this guy? Why can't Deidara stop caring about his stupid wrong opinions?? Better go ambush him again and try to blow his face off--

So this is the dynamic I think could work with the canon set-up. They're both kind of clueless about their own feelings and it frequently leads to violence and deep sighs from their coworkers. I don't think the different Akatsuki pairs actually saw each that often in canon, so there's not a lot of room for Itachi and Deidara to do any introspection or interact in non-hostile ways. However! That's what fun AUs are for!! I think it would take a lot of words for them to mutually pull their own heads out of their asses, recognize their own maladjusted feelings, and actually get into a relationship, but that journey would be so much fun.

As for the dynamics of an established ItaDei.... probably depends on the circumstances that brought them together? I think Itachi is someone who enjoys the idea of settling down with a permanent home and white picket fence, and Deidara is someone who wants to be ~free~ and is allergic to being tied down, so there's potential conflict there. I can see them as people who have strong feelings about each other and sometimes hook up but aren't ~dating~ due to a difference in life style/goals. But I can also see either side realizing maybe [being a semi-nomadic wandering-nin/having a dedicated home base for art] as actually more in line what they need even if it's not the fantasy life they wanted...?

Also they're both horrible violent assholes so I think the "flirt via assassination attempts" probably dies down, but please don't let either party stop being horrible ninja criminals. :( Like, I like the idea of Itachi opening up more, but the random mean insults never go away-- they just turn sort of mildly endearing like, "ah yes, my asshole boyfriend at it again--" and Itachi still enjoys the screams Deidara makes when he yanks his pigtails. Meanwhile, Deidara's dedication to art isn't ever going away, so Itachi would need to actively show interest and support. On that front: I think it would be kind of fun if Itachi was a mean critic and Deidara occasionally has to begrudgingly admit it makes him a better artist. Also I think Itachi would get real crazy when in love and some people would be freaked out by this, but Deidara would.... he would like it, once he recognized it for what it was. Help them.

#itadei #sorry for the late reply this was buried under a truly impressive amount of spam #re: itachi is still an asshole even if he is a 'good guy'#i think itachi WANTS to be the peaceful pacifist but also he absolutely cannot let go of violence as a solution to his problems #and also he is just a mean person #so i like ships where he gets to be with someone who's okay with him being a violent asshole #like i think a good place for him would be one where he doesn't have to worry about civil wars or murdering people for money #but also sometimes he gets to wrestle his SO or burn down a building. as a little treat.#meanwhile deidara's life goals are ART ART ART so i don't think he NEEDS a people-based outlet for what he does #let him live in the woods and cause untold ecological damage. he doesn't NEED to blow up town hall!!#so i like ships where he gets to be with someone who's okay with the ongoing risk of explosions BUT maybe points Deidara #at artistic outlets that aren't going to get an entire village's ANBU breathing down his neck #deidara doesn't care about murdering people in that he doesn't mind doing it BUT ALSO he doesn't need to #so i think they could mutually get each other to fairly stable/happy places in their lives #the journey would just involve so much fire screaming and illusions

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soaps-mohawk · 2 months

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Another incredible chapter, friend! I know you said you weren't satisfied with it, but i also know we are always our own worst critics. We see the details that seem like flaws, holes in the pattern that never line up exactly how you meant them to. It's part of being an artist. And make no mistake, your writing is art. Happy with it or not, your writing holds a place in my heart now. I know you get a bun h of messages from people telling you how much they enjoy it, too. You have breathed life into this story and taken me from casual "oh that's those guys from an fps, right?" to literally watching silent playthroughs of all 3 cod mw. I saw a gifset and was able to guess who was who based on their posture and your portrayal of their characterization.

I know it's hard not to let yourself get in your own head about wanting to get a work in progress just right, i do it all the time, but i don't think you have anything to worry about. You've got this, and i am so excited to see everything that comes next.

Omg this is so sweet like...I can't even right now 🥹

I'm so bad about criticizing myself. The pain of being a detail oriented person. Everything has to be just perfect and just right. The way I researched for an hour for stores in the UK that would serve the purpose I need because I know next to nothing about what living in the UK is like. I had someone on Ao3 comment giving suggestions on how to write a Scottish accent and explaining how Scottish people might speak, especially to someone who's not Scottish, etc and it was done so politely and respectfully but now I'm sitting here questioning going back and rewriting all of Soap's dialogue to fix some things.

It's just hard to move past that "everything must be perfect" mindset. I know it's fanfiction and most readers won't even notice if I don't have exactly the distance between two places calculated or some random small town in the middle of bumfuck nowhere mentioned. Most readers aren't going to sit there and look up every fact to make sure it's right. Y'all are here to read an omegaverse fic, I could be pulling stuff out of my ass (which I've done) and most of y'all won't even care or know the difference. You're here to enjoy it not pick it apart like it's a college essay.

Okay I got off the track here, but I appreciate you and your kind words. I forget sometimes that this is just for fun and most people don't care if it's accurate or not. We're all just here to have fun and read about our silly little military babygirls.

#thank you #it's really good to be reminded of this every so often #i get in my head too much and then can't find the way out #answered

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pigeonfancier · 2 years

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It's so weird to look with an eye towards the past, and say: hm, my younger self would be a little disappointed in me! That is not a thought I have pretty much ever, but part of growing up is acknowledging the truth. Weetwee Mar was not entirely fond of overt displays of affection, which felt always felt a touch manipulative at best and just a little distasteful on average. But Adult Mar is, unfortunately, a fucking simp, hahaha.

It's a plight! Sometimes I still have the kneejerk head-tilt of: oh, is expressing too much affection inherently an emotionally manipulative action? what am I looking to get from saying this? if this was perceived as a transaction, what expectations am I implying through saying this? And then I remember that, sometimes, I am fucking batshit, and that when in doubt, I am absolutely overthinking it. It's not that deep! Human emotion can be a satisfyingly shallow sea and that is, in fact, how most people view it.

In other news: I have been obsessing over my greenhouse, as always. My poor lemon tree went from half-a-dozen lemons on it to losing all the leafs on one branch entirely from experiencing the temperature fluctuations, so now he's an indoor fuck until spring arrives again. But the fig and lime tree are doing great, and the herbs are all taking the fuck off.

There's something very satisfying about stepping out of 40F and into a 80F room that just fucking punches you in the face with basil! I'm pulling up some of my garden lemon balm to place in hanging pots around the greenhouse, for purposes of thermal heat, but also because I'm just mildly curious on how appallingly fragrant I can make this. I keep getting tempted to start growing flowers for the year in it.. but I am very allergic to flower pollen, so I'm not sure how I would mitigate that. Set up a fan to pull out air+pollen before I trot my candy ass in, I suppose? Put the flowers all in one section, and just set up the circulation to push the air away? Put the flowers in bad flower jail, trapping them behind fucking HEPA filters with their sin?

The last seems appealing just from the visual aspect, and also the potential delight of getting to explain to people why the fucking flowers are in jail. But the first option is the laziest / least-extra, and thus most likely. I could also just not grow flowers, but ehhh ehhhhhh. I don't like them personally, but I do like being able to give them to people, and edible flower petals are one of those things that can turn a dish from simple to looking unnecessarily decadent with minimal energy on my part.

Domino is a little less enthralled by the greenhouse now, which is fair: if it reeks of herbs to me, through my fucking allergy mask, it's probably absolutely unbearable to her. I might make her a little house to the side of the greenhouse, so she can obsess over that.. but I don't want to encourage any coyotes to come into my fucking yard, or perhaps worse, the fucking rabbits. x)

Back to trucking on the TBC comic! I have been quietly obsessing over this webcomic, which is now officially ready to be scripted and penciled, but.. not touching it until this first one is done, haha. I keep wanting to discuss OE with everyone and everything, too, but those discussions aren't very interesting for others, I think, until it gets to the point that I am producing steady art for it, or at least until I have a finalised script. Which is sad, but also kind of funny, because traditionally: I am not really fond of discussing original materials too much? It's borderline embarrassing, haha, until it gets to a certain stage of completion, and then it just CONSUMES MY MIND.

The plight of creation!

#health is [waves hand]#but ayyy when is it not?#d. rambles

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mmollymercury · 2 years

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For the ask game: 💚💚💚

44. How often do you lie? Is all lying inherently bad? Are you generally truthful?

67. What’s the worst thing a person can be?

93. Do you draw meaning from your dreams, or do you disregard them?

OoOooOOO here we go!

Prepare for a long post with some venting sprinkled in

Okay, first: do I lie? Not much. I know a lot of people say that but I'm actually pretty proud of the fact that I don't lie often; I used to have a big problem with making stuff up about my life as a way to mask and fit in with neurotypicals. I was never my true self with my friends, out of fear of being shamed or bullied. I mostly stayed on tumblr back then (way more than now, if u can believe it) still had this blog, just a 'beta' version of it lol and I was in soooo many fandoms, I didn't interact with ppl tho, I'd be scrolling through fanfic and art all day, reblogging stuff and posting art that got literally ZERO notes lol, daydreaming about living in my hyperfixations and venting to a brick wall (essentially) about what I now know to be OCD. When I was revamping this blog, deleting all my old posts, I found that vent post I made all those years ago, I took a screenshot of it just to keep. It was so insane to see how far I've come but also sad to remember how I was feeling back then.

I actually cried thinking abt how I'd never be able to be my full self around someone and that I'd never have a genuine friend who I could laugh with and feel comfortable with. Whenever friends wanted to hang out or call me, I'd be nervous all day thinking about it, dreading it, basically. It was bad. But then I met @valentineee and she's honestly the first true friend I've ever had, she's my wife and I love her with all my heart‼️‼️‼️😭😭💗💗💗

So, since I met Valentine, I've finally become comfortable being who I am and I vowed to stop lying. Obviously sometimes it's inevitable, like if you have to do it because of circumstances- but other than that, I think I'm very truthful! And I'm really proud of myself for it💗

That kinda branches off to the sub-question, is all lying inherently bad? I don't think so because some people may have genuine, mental blocks or traumas that can make them feel like they need to to protect themselves. However, there are people out there who lie and take advantage of people just because they can, which is different. Overall, I think lying isn't too bad unless you are generally a trustworthy person💖

What's the worst thing a person can be?

A LIAR- no just kidding lol😭😭

Wow glitter... way to hit me with the heavy questions😭

Imo, the worst thing a person can be is immoral, inconsiderate, hurtful and evil, all on purpose. If someone does these things because they find it fun to see people suffer, that's the worst kind of person to me.

💤💤💫💫💫Dreamss💫💫💫💤💤

I used to draw meaning from my dreams to an unhealthy degree. All of you that have OCD would know that intrusions invade your dreams, I had awful dreams like this and every time I woke up, I'd be convinced I was actually a monster, dreaming of disgusting stuff. But that's not true, I was only dreaming about it because I spent EVERY. WAKING. MOMENT thinking about my intrusive thoughts, literally, I was inconsolable, I was constantly rocking back and forth or pacing or shaking my leg, every so often I'd scream and yell and twitch and my face would be pulled down in this awful grimace. It was painful, I literally can't believe I survived that. I couldn't be left alone because I was so scared and I had to sleep with my mam because the thoughts got worse when I was alone. I'm medicated now, so things are good. Intrusive thoughts will always be there but I've gotten so much better at trusting that I'm a good person🥰

Mkay... went on a whole ass vent there and bared my soul, oops-

Point being, I don’t really assign meaning to my dreams, if people do, I'm completely alright with it. I choose not to because of trauma. Also, I dont think it’s really possible to assign a definitive meaning to something as fleeting as a dream (wow am I a poet-) like, I do find it cool that a lot of ppl will dream of the same thing but I think that's just another thing that connects us, we're all human and have similar anxieties and fears.

I think I've written enough now😳😳 sorry for the angst urrrr

💗💗💗

#ask game #tw ocd #tw depression #ask #thank you💗💗💗

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hello its the anon from the other day who asked u abt possibly explaining cof to me. I've decided to use 🔱. how are you doing? I'm a little out of sorts with words at the moment, but I'm still yearning some kind of connection, I feel like you'd understand. Everyone I chat to I get scared I'm being clingy so I just pull back to the point I lose the habit of messaging them and stop. But I'm still so scared of being clingy I go on anon. shrug. anyway i know cof is a half life 2 mod ? but what is it ackshually about .

i get that >_< i still send people anons sometimes, even if i know they'll be able to tell it's me, maybe based on the way i speak, or maybe because i say stuff that's relevant to our relationship... either way, it feels like it's a bit safer that way. i get scared of being clingy too. people like me best from a distance sometimes and it also feels like ... i can lie to myself better that way, you know? like "no i'm not that attached." when i actually am. i'm still doing that sometimes.

yeah, technically it is a half life mod! or at least was developed that way iirc. the story itself, without giving spoilers, is pretty generally a psych horror (i'm gonna put the rest under the cut since i can get really rambly and meandering when i talk sometimes)

cof is a psychological horror revolving around simon (i was gonna link his wiki page but it does have spoilers...). in the beginning of the game we're already introduced to him as someone who is what i'd describe as "pathologically lonely." the opening monologue demonstrates this pretty well.

he gets hit by a car trying to help some guy at the beginning of the game, and then wakes up in like this abandoned ass place and shit gets weirder n weirder (<- sucks at trying to explain without spoilers)... there's a lot that holds symbolism for his own psyche throughout the game, i think, and honestly even though i'm fucking ass at 99% of games i play (like, really ass, to the point where i am extremely selective on who i game with because my only talent is invoking gamer rage by being disoriented as fuuucck) i really enjoy it! i'm usually the type to watch others play games but it's free so i downloaded on impulse after seeing sick ass art on here.

i got super into the game because of the psychological aspect especially. i really like psych horror. especially when its well executed. i'd love to be able to write something of the genre but i've been in a weird brainfog for a little over a year re: creativity and shit. i think i'm coming out of it now.

there's also the obvious aspect (as one could probably determine by my blogging habits LMAO) that i relate a lot to simon in terms of ... isolation, i guess. i've lived in a small town all my life with little to no interaction with my peers (got in free to a private catholic school as a kid and i swear it fucked me up since the first like 9 years of schooling for me were almost completely isolated from my peers) and feeling like being alone is your default state does some weirdddd shit to your head i believe. i'd love to write a more introspective thing about his character one day, when i can gather my thoughts in a less scattered way...

thank you for asking me btw, i really appreciate when people show interest in the things i like. i have a complex that i like things in a shallower and less interesting way than others do, so i tend to keep my interests close to my chest / get a bit embarrassed talking about them, but people have been so much kinder to me as of late than the people i used to surround myself with and it's helping a lot.

#☆ you've got mail !#sorry for also inserting a fuckton of my lore into that last paragraph

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Fanfics & Reflections

I'll be honest, fanfics bring a strange sort of healing. Usually when I read fanfics it's just to escape something or to find comfort in some specific trope or ship. Sometimes that's all a fic is, some words on a page acting as a mental bandage barely wrapping together thoughts and feelings that are a little too scary to look at directly. Other times, the words have come straight out of the screen to bite me in the ass. I yelp and jump right off the bed (or computer chair, or floor) and feel the sting of a whip split right through the layers of apathy I wrap around myself. An unexpected solution to a chronic problem written in Lucida Sans stares back at me. "I can do that?" I find myself mumbling at the screen of my phone. I breathe in the feeling of hope and repeat it again, stronger this time, "I can do that!"

Once it was a boxing AU from an anime I admired that got me out of a self-pity spiral and back into lifting weights. My physical health became a priority and I've been able to pull off of the pills I popped like candy to keep the chronic pain away. When I first read it I was injured and bitter and needed a reminder of why I was determined to not let myself fall apart. That fanfic, along with many other lessons learned over the years, snapped me back into the reality of having a mortal body. A few years ago I found a ship that gave me the clarity I needed to reevaluate how I viewed romantic and platonic relationships. I found out what love was supposed to be. I felt empowered to raise my standards for the type of people I let into my life and how I enforced my personal boundaries. I learned how to pour love into myself instead of pouring it into dirt that would never let the flowers grow. "Respect yourself," a friend once told me, and now I know how to put that into practice. My most recent inspiration now has me facing my social anxiety head-on with a courage I did not know I possessed. My negative thoughts nag me in the night with whispers of "You'll never fit in." I sleep better now knowing that maybe that's the whole point. My oddities make me who I am and altering those traits changes the path I've been called to follow. "Don't try, they won't like you anyway," the thoughts cough and cloud into my dreams and nightmares. Yet, when I wake up I know it's not true. I'll stumble my way through a conversation with the same grace (or lack thereof) that I've seen my favourite character use and be pleasantly surprised that it always seems to go better than expected.

I find fanfics that reflect my worries and feel inspired by how the characters push through their challenges. I've found that so many of us writers, readers, artists, and fans share so many common threads that bind our collective spirits together in ways that I would have never expected. Art is healing and fanfics certainly count. The things we create hold our deepest fears, our brightest hopes, and the wishes we long to fulfill. When we show our friends what we've made they see us reflected in our art. When we turn to show strangers they see themselves in the reflection. Over time I've learned how to use those unexpected mirrors to change the person I see staring back at me through the glass. After all these years, I think I'm starting to like who I see.

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November 18 - 2022

8:24 AM

I feel like a bad person in general today but I’m still determined to be my best. Ruminating over everything I might have done wrong won’t help me. I can only focus on being better than I was before.

Im trying to avoid getting in my own head. I’m making a lot of assumptions right now but I know how easily that can lead to a drastic misinterpretation of events.

12:20 PM

God I hate disingenuous people. I have someone asking if I’m okay because I didn’t do their request from yesterday yet. It seems kind hearted on the surface but they are always kissing my ass around request time, its too obvious. Now I just feel icky knowing they might be faking concern because they just want their art. Not good on a day where I already feel kinda unwanted.

1:18 PM

I don’t know why I even journal here. At the start it was to get my feelings out so I could read them and do exercises. I guess it still is but sometimes it feels like a chore. I don’t want to just rant here because it doesn’t solve much. Usually I try to be open and honest to myself about how I’m feeling and offer myself a solution/suggestion. And I like doing it publicly because I feel no need to write something only my eyes will see. If I keep everything in, it’ll just bottle up like crazy. I always want someone to hear how I feel or at least have the potential to. I strongly doubt anyone actually reads anything here which is kind of a good thing. Its enough for me to know it’s possible.

3:36 PM

I keep getting in these deep ruts and I keep pulling myself out of them at some point. I just want to be able to catch them sooner.

I remembered that my self worth shouldn’t be based on who I currently am, but who I’m trying to be. What matters is that I’m always putting in effort to do good for myself and others. It’s hard to remember that sometimes because everything demands time and patience. If I keep putting in the work, little by little I’ll become a better person. I have up until this point.

The work is what matters. If I put time into anything, that means I’m on the right path.

5:23 PM

I feel like I’m masking/constantly fighting off this feeling of giga-misery at everything wrong in my life. Like it will never go away unless I keep making progress improving things. But it takes so long to do that and the whole time I have this massive pit in my chest about it. Whenever I get into a depressing rut, its that mask deteriorating but I always manage to bring it back and chug forward. I can only hope this deep despair goes away with self improvement.

6:42 PM

WOOF what a night already. I dont even know what to do right now or the rest of the evening. My mental stamina has just been exhausted in an uncomfortable situation. It looks like no besties will be available tonight but I don’t want to be alone. And I don’t want to hang out with just anyone, sometimes like right now I’d rather be with someone I’m extra comfortable with. I want to CHILL. I need a plan. It’ll probably be a firm drink and VRchat solo world hopping. Or more drama, who knows.

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noteguk · 3 years

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any way you want it | kth | m

— summary; in which your best friend, Taehyung, finds out about your unsatisfying sexual experiences and decides to put an end to that track record himself.

— contents and warnings; smut, childhood best friends, Taehyung x reader, bigdick!tae, breast play, oral (f receiving), dry grinding, dirty talk, tae has a praise kink, unprotected sex (be responsible!!), rough sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, Taehyung takes things personally but he has good intentions, this is what happens when mutual thirst gets suppressed for years of friendship

— words; 6.6k

— author’s note; i have no idea why but this fic was so fucking hard to put down into words??? I felt mentally constipated the entire time but it’s finally here

Taehyung wasn’t the slightest bit surprised when you called him at almost two in the morning, complaining about your newest nightmarish date and practically begging to come over. Like the good friend that he was, he made sure to tell you that you would be more than welcome to join him in his newest documentary marathon about aliens, and wondered if you could bring him some takeout on your way over there. Like the bad friend that you were, you said no.

To be fair, the nearest takeout place was across the city from his apartment (about thirty minutes away and in a bad neighborhood), and you were already having a horrible night as it was. Besides, you refused to take part in Taehyung’s search for a high blood pressure and cholesterol levels, arguing that it wasn’t the right time to stuff his face full of hypercaloric noodles.

But you did pity him enough to comply with his second request: a big pot of vanilla ice cream, which you were sure you’d end up consuming too. You were in a crisis.

As if to prove that the gods above were laughing at you, during the walk of shame to Taehyung’s apartment, it had started to rain (because of course it did), and your umbrella was only able to save you from the shoulders up before it crumbled and flew away from your gasp, rolling on the asphalt like a ball of dirt in a Wild West movie. By the time that you dragged yourself to his front door, you were completely soaked (and not in the way you had planned for that night to end), and about to break down crying.

Taehyung, like the angel that he was, helped you with your heavy coat and talked you into taking a warm shower before you got sick. He took the supermarket bag from you (where the ice cream had probably already melted) and walked you to this bathroom, excusing himself so he could grab you some dry clothes — and you only saw the ones he had picked when you got out of the shower.

With a silly smile dancing on your lips, you fumbled with the black booty shorts that Taehyung had jokingly gifted you that past Christmas — one that read “daddy’s juicy butt” in big, bold, neon pink letters over your ass — and then decided that your dignity was already dead by that point, so another kick wouldn’t hurt. Taehyung had also given you one of his favorite band shirts, which he only revealed during desperate times.

Your heart melted with the thought of your best friend trying to comfort you, and pulled the fabric close to your face so you could take a deep inhale, drowning in his scent. It smelled of that stupid cologne that Taehyung had used ever since he hit puberty, and a bit of fabric softener.

The two of you had an extremely close friendship, to the point that it got kind of strange at times. Ever since childhood, it was joked that you and Taehyung had been long lost soulmates — doing everything together, from going to school to laughing at the same exact jokes during movie marathons, often at the same moment and for the same amount of time. Before puberty hit (and the hormonal rage took over your first teenage years) you couldn’t remember disagreeing with him even once. You two had always been in sync.

But the uncomfortably close part only hit after you two went to college, and your anxiety for being a virgin in a sea of starving sharks got the best of you. After long conversations, you had managed to convince Taehyung to help you learn a thing or two about the art of naked wrestling.

Apparently it was weird to give your best friend a handjob and a blowjob for the sake of education. Go figure.

Regardless, your friendship wasn’t affected by any of that — even if you two had agreed to never mention any of it ever again — and you could always count on Taehyung to catch you when you fell.

Even if it was at two am on a Tuesday, after one of your nightmarish dates.

You threw yourself on the couch next to him, hugging your knees against your chest to form a barrier between you and the divine providence that had taken you to that point. You had half-assedly dried your hair, but pools of wetness had started to build on the back of Taehyung’s shirt.

Instead of accusing you of ruining his favorite piece of clothing, Taehyung reached for the remote and paused his documentary just as the narrator was starting to explain how hieroglyphs were actually part of an alien language. “Just tell me how bad it was,” he said, a mustache of ice cream melting over his top lip.

You took a peek at the bowl of melting vanilla on his center table, and decided that you would probably pass the desert for the night.

You glanced at him sideways, voice coming out monotone. “You sure you want to go down that path?”

Taehyung licked his sweet mustache off and nodded, clearly intrigued. “Yeah, hit me with it. You look like you need all the help that you can find.”

You sighed, turning around on the couch so you were facing him — legs still against your chest. “Okay so… I went to his place...”

“Yes…”

“And... we had dinner, talked for a bit.”

“How was the talk?” He asked.

You shook your head, trying to kill the memories inside. “He didn’t let me say a word. He just went on and on about this new website he’s working on, and how expensive his wine glasses were.” You scoffed, angry at yourself for ignoring the clear red flags of an arrogant douchebag. That was what the desperate need for immediate human connection could do to someone, you thought. “Apparently it’s supposed to be the next Facebook or something. Or twitter. I honestly wasn’t paying much attention.”

He chuckled. “Starting off strong.”

“That wasn’t even the main issue,” you said, lowering your forehead so it was touching your knees. You just wanted the world to end at that moment, so you wouldn’t have to go through those experiences again. “After that, we sat on his couch and started watching a movie. And you know how that goes, we started kissing, he pushed me down and got on top of me…”

“And?” He instigated.

With a sigh, you raised your head, meeting your friend’s gaze. Taehyung thought he had never seen you look so dead inside. And he had seen a lot from you. “And he humped like… my lower abdomen for about three minutes and came in his pants.”

Taehyung cringed visibly, taking one hand to cover his mouth. “Oh, man. That’s bad.”

You nodded, strangely relieved at his reaction. Part of you was worried that you were the evil witch in that scenario, that maybe you had done something wrong. “The worst,” you agreed. “Wanna know what else?”

“What? There’s more?”

“He didn’t even ask me if I was satisfied with whatever the hell that was.” You told him, bitterness dripping from your tongue. In the grand scheme of things, that was something silly to get mad over, but the fact that your date didn’t even have the guts to ask if you had gotten something out of that was ridiculous. “Not that I could possibly be. But it’s like he didn’t care and I was just a pillow for him to hump like a… sexually repressed religious teen, I don’t know.”

Taehyung only nodded, realizing that there wasn’t much that he could say to fix the situation. “Was he a good kisser at least?”

You sneered. “I think he was trying to crush my face with his.” You glanced at your friend, only half of his face bathed by the yellow and orange shades coming from the television. Maybe a documentary about ancient history and alien expeditions wouldn’t be so bad. Worst case scenario, it would knock you out, and you wouldn’t have to think about that mess anytime soon. “Also, too much tongue, just… the amount of saliva…”

“Got it. You can stop there.” Taehyung raised one hand, his eyes closing for a second. His palm lowered and met one of your knees, standing there in a silent attempt at consolation. “I’m sorry about your terrible date experience, dude.”

“If you could even call it that.” You ran one hand through your hair, suddenly overtaken by a wave of anger. “God! I was just… so… ugh! Like… ughhhh!!”

Taehyung, bless his heart, sometimes couldn’t understand the random neanderthal sounds you threw his way. “So... what?”

At last, your makeshift protection came crumbling down, and you collapsed on the couch dramatically, legs dangling off the edge. Taehyung thought that you were being possessed for exactly two seconds before you started talking again. “I did a full body shave for this night, Taehyung. Do you realize what that means?” His lips fell open, but, before he had the chance to answer, you continued. “It means that I really wanted to get railed tonight. Actually, I wanted to find a guy who actually knew what he was doing for once in my life.”

Taehyung chuckled, trying to disperse the tension in the room. “Come on, the dating pool can’t be that bad.”

“Oh, it’s bad,” you said.

He wasn’t giving up that fast. “How bad?”

You raised your head to look him dead in the eyes, a silent threat, before finally uttering, “Try no-man-has-ever-made-me-cum bad,” and crashing your head back against the sofa.

If you weren’t so hyper-focused on your own sexual melodrama, you would have noticed the thick silence that fell between the two of you, Taehyung’s face contorting into fifty different emotions within a few seconds. He thought that he had heard it all — from the secrets hidden in Machu Picchu to the obvious extraterrestrial influence on earthy religion — but no amount of bad documentaries could ever prepare him for that revelation. That didn’t make any sense.

“Wait. Seriously?” He finally found his voice and managed to push his doubt out of his throat. “You’ve never had an orgasm before?”

You chuckled, humorless. “Oh no, I’ve had plenty of those. Just not from another person.”

“How’s that possible?” he asked.

“I ask myself that every single day.” You sighed, forcing yourself to sit back up. Taehyung was staring at you like you had just grown two extra arms, and you wondered what an amazing sex life he must’ve had for that confession to get him so confused. “Guess I’m just really bad at picking partners, who knows.”

There was a soft grunt on your throat as you fixed your position on the couch, suddenly feeling the exhaustion of your entire day piling up at once. Your gaze mindlessly traveled to the TV — a big plasma monstrosity that Taehyung had bought compulsively during a Black Friday sale — looking at a white-bearded man pointing maniacally towards a specific, round-shaped hieroglyph. You didn’t even need to hit play to know that he was making it seem like it was an UFO, but curiosity got the best of you.

“Can you pass me the remote?” You asked, pointing at the small device that laid beyond Taehyung’s body. “I kinda wanna see what—”

“I’ve made tons of girls have orgasms,” Taehyung interrupted, looking at you like he had just clicked out of a transe.

You laughed at his monotone voice. “I’m happy for you, Tae.” You leaned over his legs so you could finally reach the remote. “That wasn’t a jab at your masculinity, I’m sure you’re a very caring partner, and I’m sure there’s tons of guys out there that—”

“I can make you cum too, if you want.”

You had just grabbed the small piece of plastic when his sentence hit you like a smack in the face, making you drop the remote back on the couch, eyes widening. “You… what?”

He suddenly broke eye contact, taking one hand to massage the back of his neck. “Did that sound as creepy as I think it did?”

“A bit, yeah.” You forced out a light chuckle, trying to break the ice. There was no sign of mockery in his voice, and you didn’t know how to react. You could not say that the offer wasn’t tempting (you’d be lying if you claimed that you didn’t think Taehyung was attractive), but his proposal was so oddly-placed that it sounded like a joke. “What are you talking about?”

Taehyung sighed, turning his head to look at the television. “I just think it’s really unfair that no one has ever made you cum before.”

You smiled. “That’s very nice of you, but…”

“And I want to help you with that.” He looked back at you. Oh, he was being a hundred percent serious. There was no longer a single ounce of doubt in your mind. “We’re friends, it’s not gonna be weird. We’ve done similar stuff before.”

“We were a lot younger, though.” You didn’t know why your mouth suddenly felt so dry, your fight or flight response kicking at full strength. You could tell that Taehyung was also trying to convince himself about the strangeness of the situation. “It’s gonna be kind of weird, yeah.”

“Not if we don’t make it weird,” he threw back. Was it bad that you were actually considering it? Maybe it was the piled-up exhaustion combined with the years of sexual frustration, maybe you were finally out of your mind. But you were really considering it. “I don’t wanna pressure you, alright? Just making a friendly offer. If you don’t want it, that’s fine.”

You kind of wanted it, though. There was too much accumulated libido inside you from years and years of unsatisfying partners, and you trusted Taehyung with your entire heart. It sounded like a safe enough bet: if all went to shit and it got too awkward, you two could just stop, no hard feelings. Besides, you knew that Taehyung cared about you, which was more than you could say about all your dates in the past couple years.

And the more you stared at him, probably looking like a deer in the headlights, the more you grew soft under his presence. At once, you were hit with desires that you had never considered before: you wanted to kiss those soft lips, wanted to know how his large hands would feel around you. You really, really wanted to know how it was to have a good sexual experience with someone, and you couldn’t think of a better candidate than your best friend. Even if you still thought it could be seen as a little bit weird.

But you also kind of didn’t care.

You licked your lips, finally finding your voice after a long moment of silence. “How… how would you do it?”

Taehyung turned his head and looked at you, noticing the expectation in your eyes. “How would you want me to do it?” He asked.

You tried to think, but your mind was completely blank. What did you want him to do? What did you like? Suddenly you weren’t sure about anything anymore. “I don’t know,” you admitted, glancing down.

Taehyung smiled at your nervousness, one of his hands moving to your chin and tilting your head up. “How ‘bout I start by kissing you?” He questioned, gaze flickering to your parted lips. “Is that alright?”

There were no words in your throat, so you simply nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned in.

Taehyung’s mouth tasted of vanilla and you thought, even for a moment, that you were in paradise. The second that his tender lips met yours, your anxiety melted away, giving space to a newfound flame of desire. Taehyung kissed you softly, sensually, taking his time caressing your mouth and drowning in your heat. His hand moved to the back of your head, pressing you closer to him and leaning your head to the side so he could deepen the kiss.

He sighed heavily into your mouth when your tongues met, his other hand moving to hold your waist. The position on the couch was kind of awkward for kissing, with the two of you sitting side by side, so it wasn’t an unwelcome surprise when Taehyung tugged you onto his lap, making you straddle him.

The kiss was starting to get hungrier, messier, a small whimper dying in your mouth when his palms traveled down to cup your ass, pressing you down against his semi-hard cock. Taehyung sighed and groaned at the feeling of you on top of him, loving the way that your fingers played with his hair, your body so perfectly tight against his. If there was any hesitation before, it had completely vanished by that point.

It caught you off guard when he suddenly broke off the kiss to ask you, “Do you like any pet names?”

You blinked, taken aback. “Hm? What?”

He placed a strand of your hair behind your ear. “You know, you want me to call you by something?”

You realized that Taehyung was really taking that personal service to a different level, and you couldn’t say that you were let down by it. If any of your past partners had the dignity to ask what you liked, you wouldn’t be in that position in the first place. “I… like being called ‘baby’,” you told him.

Taehyung smiled. “That’s cute. Baby it is.”

Before you had a chance to respond, Taehyung’s lips were back on yours, a dreamy sigh leaving his mouth as your tongues met once again. Only a few seconds passed before he shifted his weight to lay you down, never breaking the kiss as he positioned himself between your legs, hovering over you. Taehyung started trailing a path of kisses down your neck, his large hands slithering beneath your oversized shirt and caressing the skin of your stomach.

“Can I take this off?” He asked, tugging at your shirt.

You agreed and, within a heartbeat, that piece of clothing was already on the floor, and Taehyung was diving in to kiss the valley of your naked breasts. You moaned timidly when one of your nipples was wrapped by his lips, his tongue coming out to play with it. Taehyung’s other hand was occupied fondling your other breast, tugging and pressing down on it, and the sensations were taking over your mind.

“You have great tits,” Taehyung mumbled against your skin, switching to mouth your other nipple.

“I’m glad you like them,” you teased, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck. You were letting out these cute little whimpers that were making him lose his mind. “Feels really good.”

“Yeah?” He asked, moving back to kiss his way up your neck. His tongue was hot and heavy as it danced on your skin, and you knew that those sucks he was giving you were surely gonna leave a few marks on your flesh. But you didn’t really care. “Gonna make you feel even better, baby.”

Your eyes fluttered shut at the pet name — it sounded heavenly when Taehyung used it with his deep, honeyed voice; his warm breath hitting your neck as he continued with his ministrations.

He kissed his way to your cheek, placing a small pec on your lips before saying, “Can you do something for me?”

You nodded. “What is it?”

Instead of responding right away, Taehyung’s gaze fell to your lips, and he was once again attacking them. That time, you weren’t able to hold back the whimper that you let out, your panties already glued against your core with how much he was turning you on.

One of his hands had trailed down your exposed abdomen, teasingly playing with the hem of your shorts. You held your breath when he tugged them down, bringing your underwear with it and throwing them somewhere in the living room. Taehyung grunted loudly when his fingers slipped past your folds, digging into your heat. His brain almost short-circuited because of how wet you were.

He broke the kiss and looked you deep in the eyes. “I want you to sit on my face, baby,” he said, and his request shot straight to your core. “Let me take care of you, okay?”

“Are you sure?” You asked. You had never done that before.

But Taehyung wasn’t sharing your reluctance. “Yeah,” he said, voice hoarse and eyes darkened. “Wanna taste you so bad. Sit on my face, please.”

And you didn’t need any more convincing than that. Taehyung helped you get up from the couch so he could reposition himself on it, laying flat on his back and watching as you settled yourself above him, thighs on either side of his head. The couch was the exact size for that, a little smaller and you’d have one leg dangling off the edge.

Taehyung took his hands to your thighs, running them up to your hips. His eyes were focused on your pussy, and you never felt so exposed when he started pressing you down lightly, guiding you closer to his mouth.

You held the back of the couch for support and did as he requested, lowering yourself until Taehyung had you flat on his tongue. Your breath trembled and caught in your throat when he licked a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit, humming around the taste before doing it again. Taehyung was an expert at erasing your worries because, with a few more licks, he had you fully losing yourself in his sinful ministrations.

It wasn’t long until you were whining out his name, your folds lazily dragging against his tongue as you started to grind on his face. “God, Taehyung!” You called out, hand coming down to tug at his hair. Taehyung grunted in satisfaction, the vibrations of his deep voice sending shockwaves through your pussy. “That’s… that’s really nice. You’re really good at this.”

He moaned in response, closing his eyes at your words. Taehyung was eating you out like his mouth was made for it, like he was starving for your taste and you were all that he could think about. He licked you from your entrance to your clit, playing with your sensitive spots and enjoying the tremors of pleasure that ran through your thighs, his hands locked tight around your hips. You sobbed and cried over him, making special effort to keep your legs steady as you rocked yourself on his tongue.

It was only when he decided to suck on your clit that you realized how absurdly close you were. You clenched your teeth and whined out, yanking his hair harder. “Do that again, please,” you asked and Taehyung, like the good friend that he was, was quick to comply. Taehyung wrapped his mouth around your clit in a way that had you trembling over him, licking and sucking on your sensitive nub like his life depended on it. “Fuck, that’s so good, Tae. Feels so good…”

He moaned again, more desperate this time, and some part of your mind understood the pattern that he was presenting you: Taehyung really, really liked your compliments. And you had no problem giving away any more of them.

“You’re licking me so well, Tae, you’re gonna make me cum like this,” you told him, meaning every word you said. Taehyung was a Greek god beneath you, staring up at you with those dark, focused eyes as if he dared you to cum on his tongue. “God! You’re so good for me.”

And then your praises ran thin, because your mind was gravitating somewhere else — seeking for the high that was dangerously close. It was only when Taehyung started toying with your entrance, brushing two of his fingers on it, that you came undone, crying out his name like it was a personal prayer.

There was a smirk on your mouth as you came down, a flooding relief that overtook you. You never thought that you could come so hard in your life, especially when it depended on another person, and you were so, so happy to be wrong that you could cry.

With shaky legs, you removed yourself from Taehyung’s face, straddling his lap and watching as his lips glistened with your arousal. His pink tongue came out to lick them, a hum on his throat as he took in your fucked-out expression.

“You did so well, baby,” he said, placing one of his hands on your waist. “Come here.”

Obedient, you leaned in and sighed as his mouth met yours. This time, Taehyung didn’t wait to eagerly insert his tongue inside your mouth, making you taste yourself on him.

He pulled away leisurely, his voice hoarse. “Can you taste how sweet you are?” He asked. “I loved making you cum on my tongue, baby. You looked so pretty.”

Taehyung breathed out, planting kisses on your neck, one hand trailing down to squeeze your ass. You whined at his tight grip and pressed yourself down on him, feeling his hard cock poking out against the fabric of his sweats.

Taehyung groaned at the stimulation, pressing down on your asscheek again. You rolled your hips on top of him, wincing in sensitivity as his member brushed your clit. “Loved your pussy so much, baby,” he continued, sounding like he was lost in a daydream, “I can’t wait to be inside you. Bet you’d be so tight for my cock, hm?”

“Yeah,” you managed to speak. Even if you had just reached your orgasm, you were still aching to feel something inside you. You wanted Taehyung more than you could understand. “I want you to fuck me, Tae, please.”

He breathed out, his hands tightening around your flesh as you rolled your pussy against his cock once again. Taehyung looked like he was one heartbeat away from completely losing his self control, and hearing you beg for him to fuck you wasn’t doing him any favors. “Gonna need to lie down for me, baby,” he asked.

With a few more shifts on the couch, Taehyung had you beneath him once again, your legs open for him as he removed his shirt and pants. It wasn’t long before his cock sprung free from its confinement, standing erect. You licked your lips at the lustful sight, pussy clenching in anticipation as you took him in — Taehyung was big. Bigger than anyone you’ve ever had, that’s for sure; long and thick and already leaking for you.

You would’ve cried out in need if he didn’t interrupt you. “What are you looking at?” Taehyung asked, the ghost of a smile creeping up on his lips.

Your stare oscillated toward his own. “That’s why you have such a good track record, your cock is huge.” You bit your lip, thinking about how good he would feel inside you. You didn’t know how it was possible, but you were pretty sure the last time you’ve seen his cock — back in the dark ages of your freshman year of college — it wasn’t as big as that. Or maybe you just didn’t have anything to compare it to.

“Hey, I just used my tongue on you, don’t ignore my efforts,” Taehyung teased, wrapping one of his hands around his member so he could pump himself a few times. The playful atmosphere swiftly shifted back, and, when he spoke up again, his voice was deeper. “You think you can take it?”

“Yeah, I can,” you said. You couldn’t be sure, but you were sure going to try.

Taehyung hummed, moving a bit closer so he could brush his tip against your pussy, coating it with your wetness. You closed your eyes in expectation, knowing that you’d love the stretch he would give you.

“You want it?” He asked, a touch of desperation covering his words. Taehyung was nearing his breaking point, and the fluttering of your pussy on his cock was making him go insane. “Want my cock inside your tight little cunt, baby?”

You nodded, frantic. The brushing of his thick tip on your hole was becoming too much, your walls clenching around nothing, seeking for something to fill you up. “Yes, fuck, I want it so bad.”

“Are you tight for me, baby?” He was trying to prolong that moment for as much as he could, keep the pretty face you made when you pleaded for him to fuck you burned in the back of his head. Making you cum once was a victory he would take forever, but making you cum around his cock might as well be his life’s biggest achievement. “Ready for me to fuck you?”

You cried out when he started pressing himself inside you, guiding his crown inside your pussy, then stopping. “Yes, Tae, just put it all in, please,” you whined, hands fumbling for support on his broad shoulders. Taehyung already had you clenching around nothing, you didn’t know what else he wanted from you. “Please, please, fuck me.”

Taehyung chuckled, looking down at where you two met. He was only human, and his self control was short lived. “Since you asked so nicely…”

Your back arched off the sofa as you felt the delicious drag of his large cock inside you, opening you up gradually, taking its time before filling you up to the brim. You gasped and sobbed at the overwhelming feeling, nails digging on the skin of his back as Taehyung groaned besides your ear.

“Fuck, that’s so good.” He let out a shaky breath, and you swore you never heard his voice get so husky before. “I just slipped right in. You’re so fucking wet.”

Your mind was an apocalypse of confused thoughts and forgotten exclamations, eyes fluttering shut as you dove into the sensation of Taehyung inside you — his hips angling backwards, tilting up just enough so he could move himself away from you core, only to come slamming back inside. The stretch of his cock was amazing, it was making you drunk, and all that you could think about was how much pleasure it was giving you.

“So-So big—“ you muttered, half aware that the words actually left your lips.

“How do you like it, uh?” Taehyung asked, his voice dripping sin and hunger. You could tell that he, too, was getting carried away by the feeling, his hips rutting themselves against you at a lazy pace. “Gonna give it to you any way you want it, baby.”

You bit your lip, a small moan leaving your mouth when Taehyung leaned closer to you, distributing hot kisses on your neck. You swore you’d be happy if you died then. “I like it rough,” you answered.

He groaned, apparently satisfied with your response. “Whatever you want.”

Taehyung got to his knees on the couch, deciding to put one foot on the ground for support, his hands raising your hips to help him reach even deeper inside you. Faster than your brain could compute, the shallow, lazy pace he had sat was being replaced with a harsh, fast pumping that made you cry out his name, eyes closing in sheer bliss.

“Tae! Yes, yes, just like that,” you sobbed, running one hand through your hair. You felt like your body was floating, every cell of your body overheating with the amazing pleasure that Taehyung was giving you. You never had someone fucking you so hard, his cock pistoning inside you, your body bobbing up and down on the couch.

Taehyung’s eyes were glued to the bouncing of your breasts as he continued to fuck you, a deep groan leaving his chest. “That’s it, take it,” he moaned out, quickening his pace even more. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, mouth opening in a silent scream. “Gonna make you cum so hard around my cock, baby. Gonna fuck you until you cry. Want that?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moaned. “Feels so good, Tae.”

“You like my cock, baby? Like it filling you up?” He asked and you could only nod pathetically, your entire body too fucked out to even respond. “F-fuck, your pussy is so good. Tell me that you love my cock.”

“I love your cock,” you whined, feeling like a complete hot mess under his thrusts. “I — fuck! — I love your cock so much, Tae, it’s so big.”

Your words motivated him to fuck you even harder, his member hitting even deeper inside you. Taehyung was getting lost in the stretch of your pussy around him, the glorious sounds you were making, the lust that coated your face every time you called out his name.

“Shit, I don’t know how anyone could look at you like this and not want to see that pretty face cum.” He was breathing out hard, grunting every time your cunt tightened around him. Taehyung wanted to see you like that forever, taking his cock like a good girl, creaming all over him and begging to do it again. You were wrapping around him so perfectly, taking all of him so well, that he didn’t think he’d manage to move on from that anytime soon. “So fucking hot.”

Taehyung chased after your high like a starving man looking for food, experimentally changing the angle and force of his thrusts to see what would get the best reaction out of you. At last, after a pathetically loud cry from your part after he raised your legs up, it seemed as if he had found it. “I bet you’d be so tight cumming around my cock, baby,” he was thinking out loud at that point, trying to make sense of the pretty sounds and expressions you were giving him so eagerly. He wanted nothing more than to see you cum — it was personal at that point. “I wanna feel you cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it so bad.”

“I’m c-close.” Your nails dug into his shoulders, eyes closing tightly. There was a light heat in your cheeks and sweat on your forehead that was making Taehyung wonder if you were the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. “You’re so good, T-Tae, you’re fucking me so well…”

Taehyung thought that he could cum right then and there, pushed over the edge with those sweet words alone. He loved being good to you, loved making you feel things that no one else managed to before. He was intoxicated by that sense of superiority, drowning in your praise. He wished that he could fuck you forever.

“Cream my cock, baby, come on,” he pushed you on, his words hanging somewhere between an order and a breathless plea. You were getting so tight around him that it was making him crazy, your wetness coating his cock and dripping down between your legs like his own personal brand of aphrodisiac. “You can do it, come on. I wanna see you cum so bad.”

You smiled at him, a cute, fucked-out smirk that made Taehyung go to heaven and back. “So good for me, Tae, you’re so big,” you said, your voice so needy and high-pitched. Your orgasm was looming over you, pressing down on your lower body and making you see stars. It was only a matter of time before Taehyung got you crying out his name, back arching off the couch and mouth falling open in delirium. “Tae! Fuck! Don’t stop, please, I’m gonna—“

But your warning came a second too late, because you were already spasming around his length, body shaking as Taehyung thrusted hard inside you. Just as expected, you were absolutely fucking gorgeous when you came — all quivering lips and rolling eyes —, and Taehyung was beyond satisfied to know that he was the only one who saw that pretty face of yours.

“That’s it, baby, fuck.” Taehyung was starting to feel his own high approaching, called by the delicious tightening and releasing of your pussy around him. His thrusts were messy and harsh; his sweaty hair falling over his eyes like a cascade. “Can I cum inside you, baby? Can I fuck you full of my cum?”

You noticed the desperation in his tone and, with the throbbing of his member inside you, you knew that he wasn’t far. “Yes, please,” you said. “You were so good for me, Tae, you can cum wherever you want.”

And it was that final taste of praise that pushed Taehyung over his limit; waves upon waves of cum filling you up as he rode out his high. “God— fuck!” He cried out, drunk on the feeling of your walls milking the last drops of cum out of his cock. A few lazy pumps later, and he was collapsing on top of you with a mumbled, “F-Fuck.”

There was an instant of silence after his orgasm, the quietude only filled by Taehyung’s heavy breathing. You took one hand to his head, caressing the strands as a smile blossomed on your lips. “Well, I believe you now,” you said playfully. “I’m sure you made a bunch of girls orgasm.”

Taehyung chuckled, breathless. “Thank you, I try,” he said, looking up at you. The darkness in his gaze was gone, and it was just your best friend staring back at you. “You alright?”

“I’m great,” you admitted. You never felt so good in your life. “You?”

“Fantastic, thanks for asking.” He leaned back so he could sit up, running one hand through his disheveled hair before saying, “I’m gonna grab you a towel, hang on.”

Taehyung left you for a couple minutes before coming back to clean you up, tenderly wiping away the mess you two had created. After he was done, he discarded the towel on the floor and crawled back to rest on your chest once again.

There was a comforting quietude that floated in the atmosphere, only filled by the muffled buzzing of his freezer and the vague sound of raindrops drumming on the window. You didn’t really know how to deal with that entire situation, didn’t know how things would stay between the two of you. But, at that point, you made the decision to keep those worries for the following morning and, instead, just enjoy his warmth radiating all around you.

The glorious silence, at last, was broken when Taehyung started mumbling against your breasts. “Hey, ___?” He called.

“Yeah?”

“How many dates have you been on?”

You hummed, thinking for a moment. “Ever?”

Taehyung made a clicking sound with his tongue. “I don’t know, like, this past year.”

“Uh… like… five or six? I think?” You answered, looking down to meet his gaze. You knew that wicked expression very well. “Why?”

He smiled. “Because we have a lot of shitty dates to make up for.”

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My Fire was Fate With You

Vices Assemble: Part VI/?

Pairing: warlord!Carol Danvers x fem!reader

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Carol really needs you while she deals with another thief problem.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal fingering, f receiving oral sex, public sex, exhibitionism, mentions of penetrative sex with a toy), slightly above canon level violence, these two are very into their wealth but it’s a little endearing, some gore, marijuana use, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: It has been so long since I’ve done this series but I’m back!! I will admit that Carol and her little art smuggler GF are the hardest for me to write for in this universe, primarily because I love them and don’t want to add a bunch of conflict into their lives, while that is not the case with our other relationships. But now I’ve got a whole arc planned so we’ll see if I can update this more often 🤞🏻

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Carol rubbed her fingers against her temple as she listened to Yon prattle on, already sick of listening to him. It was painfully obvious this asshole thought he could coast by on his good looks and charm, never mind that he was shit at his job.

Maria was giving her a sympathetic and annoyed look from where she was leaning against the wall, rolling her eyes when he implied that he was the only one who could handle the dock shipments now that she was expanding into more markets. God what an ass.

All she wanted was to see you. Sometimes she hated having to do this shit, as much as she loved the money and being able to spoil you like you fucking deserved. But dealing with all the chauvinist assholes who thought they could do a better job, or called her sweetheart like she was a stupid child even when she was the one with the fucking connections and ambition to actually get this shit done, well, it just made her want to shoot something.

The dumbass was trying to tell her that she needed to relax about all her security concerns when there was a small commotion from the door, a smile spreading over Carol’s face when you slammed it open and gave a disbelieving smirk over your shoulder as you finished rolling a beautiful looking joint.

“What the fuck is up with that new moron?” You didn’t even look at Yon as you walked to Carol’s desk, giving Maria a wink and a grin before sitting in front of Carol and handing her the joint while you pulled out your lighter. “Said this was a business meeting and that you didn’t have time to deal with me and my sweet little pussy.”

“I’m sorry, what the fuck did your man say to my fiancée?” Carol frowned over your shoulder at Yon as she traced her fingers over your thigh, trying not to smile at the sudden look of discomfort that came over his face.

“First off, you do not get to call me your fiancée until you actually get me a fucking ring, and do the Pinterest proposal.” You took the joint back from her after she took a pull, resting your foot on the arm of her chair and purring when she pressed her lips to the inside of your knee. “Second, don’t have to worry about that asshole mouthing off again for a while. Think he’s gonna be nursing his balls for a bit.”

“Alright, who is this… person?” You snorted at Yon obviously struggling to not call you a bitch, spreading your legs wider and tucking the joint between your teeth with a sigh when Carol brushed her fingers over the soft lace of your panties. “And why does she think she’s allowed to discipline my men?”

“Yes I suppose I should introduce you.” Carol bit softly at the inside of your thigh as she dipped her fingers under your panties, drawing them slowly over your slit until they were coated in your slit then swirling them over your clit as you hummed softly. “Yon, this is Y/N, Y/N, Yon.”

“Ah, the thief, right?” You grinned when he spluttered with rage at the accusation, biting your lip when Carol finally slid a finger inside you after being a fucking tease for so long. “Shit, did I get ahead of you, baby?”

“You did, but that’s fine.” Carol leaned back in her chair as she kept curling her middle finger inside you, flicking your clit with her thumb and crossing her own legs as she moved her gaze back to Yon with annoyance. “Was getting sick of his talking anyway. You wanna tell me why none of your numbers line up, Yon?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” He shifted in his seat as he glared at the two of you, trying not to get distracted by the way you started rolling your hips into Carol’s hand when she slid in a second finger.

“I’m talking about why you’re showing each of the shipments that you’ve supervised coming in as being short, but you’re still trying to get money from me for the full haul. Right there, baby?” She gave you a wicked grin when you dropped your head back and whined, lewd wet squelches filling the office as she started stroking your sweet spot furiously. “And somehow, suddenly able to buy yourself a fucking Ferrari. So please, explain.”

The moron tried to stammer out some half assed explanation as Carol bent forward to lick your pussy, swirling her tongue around your clit until she felt you throb against her face then pressing a filthy kiss to your swollen bud. You moaned when she sucked it into her mouth, letting your legs fall open even further when she slid in a third ringed finger and started fucking you with her hand at the same time.

“So you see, it’s really nothing.” That smarmy asshole was grinning like he thought he was going to get away with it, at least until Maria came over and slapped the photos on the desk in front of him.

“So that’s not you meeting with some New York asshole last week?” She only disconnected from you for a second then dove right back in, curling her fingers inside you and sucking hard until your whole body vibrated as you let out a sharp gasp. “That’s a good girl, mmm, you needed it, huh baby?”

“Always do.” You winked at her when she gave your pussy one more kiss, blowing out the last drag of the joint before tamping it out as she turned her full attention back to the dumbass who was looking like he was thinking of doing something stupid.

“I’m waiting, Yon.” Carol rested her ringed fingers on your thigh as she cocked her head at him, tapping her fingers with irritation while you nudged her knee with the toe of your pump.

“Fucking upjumped cunt, I don’t have to put up with this shit.” He reached under his jacket and pulled out his .38.

Carol just frowned when he pointed the weapon at her, shaking her head when Maria moved like she was going to intervene. You just rolled your eyes and grabbed the letter opener, stabbing it right through the hand that was holding the gun until he let out a shocked scream.

“Quit playing with him Carol.” You shook your head at her when she laughed softly, grabbing the revolver and tossing it away as you scowled half heartedly. “I’ve got plans for us, baby, you’ve been doing this for so long.”

“Alright, can’t say no to you, pretty girl.” She gave you a quick kiss when you curled over her, turning a tired frown back to Yon as he shivered with rage and glared between her and the blade stuck through his hand. “Well, I did think about potentially letting you off easy if you were willing to talk, but then you had to call me a cunt and pull a fucking gun and well…”

She pulled out her Desert Eagle and leveled it at his head, giving him a second to try to blurt out a plea before she pulled the trigger. You swore when the body slumped forward onto the desk, jumping off and staring daggers at your girlfriend as you took in the blood that was splattered all over your dress.

“Goddamn it Carol, this is Tom Ford!” You batted her away when she tried to soothe you, ignoring her shit eating grin and huffing indignantly while Monica made the call for a clean up crew. “What have I told you about head shots when I’m that close? I have nice shit, I don’t want to have to keep replacing it just because you have a hard on for exploding skulls.”

“Baby, I’m sorry.” She finally managed to trap your wrists and pulled you close as she stood up, pressing her lips to your cheek as you pouted. “What if I buy you that Versace you’ve been eyeing to make up for it? I just want you to be pretty, sweet girl.”

“The Versace and the Monique Lhullier.” You let her give you a peck on the lips as she nodded grudgingly, twirling your fingers through hers before pulling back and grinning. “Fine, I forgive you. I’m gonna go change while you take care of this. Meet me back at the house in ninety minutes. Any later and I’m gonna be pissed.”

She just waved at you as you sauntered out of her office, trying not to look too moony eyed after you before she turned back to Maria, who was giving her a very indulgent smirk.

“What?” She smiled back at Maria as the two of them moved to find a tarp. “Did you book the Plaza for us this weekend?”

“Yeah. You sure you want to do it in Manhattan?”

“It’s her hometown.” Carol shrugged when they started rolling up the body. “Wanna make sure it’s special.”

She managed to make it home in the allotted time, slightly exhausted from having to deal with the cleaners but ready to relax. Hopefully you were just wanting to stay in tonight, she didn’t think she had the energy to go anywhere.

“Baby?” The house was a little dark when she walked in, frowning a little and checking her watch to make sure she hadn’t gotten her timing wrong. “Where are you?”

“On the terrace.”

You didn’t sound upset, which was good. All she wanted was to order in and snuggle with you for the rest of the night. She was so over dealing with these assholes who thought they could walk all over her, maybe she would take Thor and the Brooklyn boys up on their offer for more muscle, though that could possibly end up compounding the problem.

When she walked onto the terrace she froze. It was covered in candles and orchids, the sunset streaking the sky in beautiful pinks and oranges as you lounged on the chaise and grinned wickedly at her.

“Hi baby.” You set a small velvet Bvlgari box on the table in front of you and she let out a deep sigh. “I told you, Pinterest proposal.”

“Christ.” She ran a hand over her face and grinned at you. “How long have you been planning this?”

“Like a week.” You shrugged as she walked closer to you, popping the box open and grinning even wider when she cursed at the sight of the Serpenti ring. “Just had to work out a good time to nick this.”

“Oh my god, of course you stole it.” She laughed and grabbed the ring from you, peppering kisses all over your face before sliding it onto her left ring finger. “Guess we can’t Gram this, then.”

“Nope, but look how good it looks on you.” You frowned when she got up and started walking back into the house. “Danvers? What the fuck are you doing?”

“One second!” When she came back she was holding a velvet box of her own, plopping next to you on the lounge and laughing when you snatched it out of her hand with a squeal. “You ruined my surprise, I booked the Plaza and everything.”

“Damn, well we can still go to New York, it’s been so long.” You opened the box and squeaked again, popping the yellow diamond on your finger and cooing. “Eight fucking carats, good job baby.”

“So, can I call you my fiancée now?” She nuzzled into your throat and purred, smiling when you tangled your fingers through her hair and wrapped yourself around her.

“You sure can.” You hummed when she nipped at your jaw, rolling your body under her as she started drawing your skirt over your hips. “Wait, Carol, I got the special double sided cock out to celebrate. We should go to the bedroom.”

“In a minute.” She brought her face back up and rested her forehead against yours. “First, I’m gonna drown in my fiancée’s sweet little pussy.”

“Yeah, ok.” You beamed when she started kissing her way down your chest. “Fiancée.”

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