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carmesi-butterfly · 4 months

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hi!! i have this noncon to dubcon request wherein meandom!ricky is the son of your boss, and reader is his mom’s new housekeeper. reader accidentally drops one of the most expensive wines in the shen household (due to ricky intentionally pushing her), and ricky threatens her that he would tell his mom, to get her fired, but he then tells her that he won’t have her fired under one condition and that is to let him fuck her, and use her like a cumdump.

and also, can i be 🍄 anon? thank you!

meandom ricky + fem! reader. word count 1,5k. warnings noncon to dubcon, degrading, abuse. not proofread. a/n: hi! i'm gonna try doing the asks more seriously like this time more often (if i feel like it ofc), if i feel like doing something simple i will be using the format i'm already using. also i feel like i added too much intro and a poor amount of smut, sorry anon ㅠㅠ i may do a part two of this because i loved your idea! welcome to the family 🍄 <3

your stay at the shen household was an average experience as a housekeeper, maybe too many hours but that's compensated with a high salary, nice food, and good clothing for doing your labor without having to use your own clothes. the only problem was the son of the house, shen ricky, a young man with unbelievable beauty, sharp features that made him look like a god in the eyes of a normal person like you, and a devilish aura accompanied by a small grin that was always set at the minimal hint of your presence near him.

instantly as you got into that house ricky started to molest you, it started with a few glances at your chest and ass when you were in a “suggestive position” while doing your labor, he didn't even try to hide how he was looking at you like a jewel exposed in an exhibition, free to everybody to look at, things escalated quickly to the point of him touching you shamelessly, squeezing your boobs and bottom tightly while whispering all the things he would do to you, making you feel humiliated and helpless, the last straw was today’s incident at the kitchen, as a housekeeper you were doing your usual job, leaving everything clean and tidy for the shen family, mrs. shen asked you personally to clean and organize their wine collection for a special dinner they will have soon.

after accommodating the majority of the beverage there was only one left, a beautiful bottle with an eccentric decoration, adorned by gold leaves and letters of the same color on the tag, it was probably the most expensive drink among all the others and the most important one for the event, your assignment was about to be done but the blonde guy appeared in the room, driving your nerves to their highest point only with his presence.

“my mother asked you to do this?” initiated the conversation, getting close to you slowly.

“u-uhm, yes” your answer reflected discomfort, “it's for the dinner meeting…” your responses were brief, trying to avoid a possible next conversation but not trying to be too dry because he's your boss, your earnings depend on him.

“i see” his short reply relaxed you a little bit, you supposed that he wasn't in the mood for a longer conversation and you were perfect with that, as far as you stayed from him the better.

sadly, your assumption was wrong and the chinese boy was just waiting for a moment of distraction on your side, the moment that came when the last bottle of wine had to be kept on the drinks cabinet, as soon as you turned around with the fragile object in hand ricky went direct to your back and pushed you, this was enough for you to fall, the wine slipped out of your hands and ended up colliding on the floor in front of you. the only response that came out of your body was your hands covering your mouth as a sign of surprise, your throat started to hurt as you tried to suppress the tears, a stupid “mistake” like this is going to cost you your job and probably the future ones, working as a housekeeper depends a lot on the recommendations people give to their acquaintances, you think the shen family is going to recommend you after this? of course not, even if you're not at fault in this situation, who is going to believe the humble servant over the son of the family? no one.

“look at what you've done,” pointed out, bending down on your side while looking at the mess he created, “do you think my mother will get you fired for this?” said with a smile.

you turned up to him with an anxious stare, your heart started to beat faster, and the big amount of tears you were saving came out like a waterfall, “don't tell her, i will make it up, clean everything! you don't have to pay me, please just don't fire me” your desperate cries weren't more than a sweet melody to his ears who were pleased to hear it, and craved for more.

“hm… let's have an agreement then” the opportunity of having something as an agreement with the youngest of the shen in a way to preserve your job was risky, especially knowing the kind of behavior he had with you before, but losing your employment wasn't an option you could take right now. “i will take the blame for this,” started, his index finger pointing to the broken wine, “but you have to let me do to you whatever i want, that's the only condition i ask you, you know what i mean by that, right?” it could be confusing for others, but you knew exactly what he was asking for and were willing to give him everything to maintain your job.

“okay, i accept…” you said the words that sealed your contract with the devil and were aware of that. more tears slide down your face knowing what is coming next for you, an act that ricky enjoyed profusely.

“don't cry, you will enjoy it” demanded, his hand grabbed brusquely your hand and made you face him, “clean this mess and go to my room, don't take much time or things will get worse for you” with those words he left the space, leaving you in a spiral of chaos and conflictive emotions.

your face being forced into the pillow absorbed the tears and silenced all the moans, groans, cries, and everything that could come out of your mouth at this moment. roughly, ricky pulled your hair driving your head up, near his so you could hear him better.

“i told you would enjoy it,” bragged, his dick slamming harder into your pussy, the impact of the amount of strength he was using made the clapping sound in the room louder, acting more desperate as a signal of his orgasm being closer.

your mind didn't agree with that, his touch on your skin felt nauseating like if you were about to vomit every time he brushed his fingers over you, but your body said the opposite, your legs trembling, your clit palpitating and your cunt clenching at every thrust while your mouth was drooling leaving a trace of saliva on your face and pillowcase, your mind dizzy with all the pleasure even if ricky was just beginning this torture.

“i already fucked you dumb but we just started, let's see how much you can last” his thurst followed the same fast but steady pace, “we won't stop until you're dripping my cum, yes?” asked you, as if your opinion were important or worth of consideration for him. his last words were an advance of what was about to happen, acting as a premonition that became true, with a last shove of his dick into your pussy the young man had his first orgasm of the night, cumming inside and holding you tight restricting your movements, his mouth biting your shoulder fighting the moans that wanted to be free. for you, this was more than humiliating, but the cumshot was so strong, it hit your interiors and filled you so deliciously that provoked your climax too, causing a strong reaction in your body that never went through a phenomenon as strong as this, the pillow helped to muffle your loud moans whilst your whole physique trembled like gelatin.

the position was changed quickly by ricky, who now had you in a mating press, his cock not leaving your cunt even when he turned you around without any difficulties like a puppet, he didn't want any of his semen leaking out of you until the end of the act. after taking a few inhalations trying to regularize his breath a bestial motion started, his whole dick coming in and out of your pussy hitting your cervix in a way that made you cry, your mouth could merely release stuttering at every shove, you completely lost the ability to speak of how good he was fucking you, even if your hole was so abused by ricky’s dick that it felt like burning or your nipples and clit being so sensitive because of the overstimulation that they react to the most minimum brush, it hurt and at this point of being fucked so dumb you can't think if you like it or not.

by the end of the action, you can't even recall an estimated number of times you've finished, it's safe to say that you probably passed out too, and didn't notice, it's not like ricky cares so you probably fainted and he continued fucking you… but that's okay because his mission was completed! having you filled up to the brim of his seed, cunt so full of it that at the moment you got up to dress it started dripping out and sliding through your legs, which got the mean boy mad and he had no more option than to masturbate you, using his delicate and slender fingers to maintain everything inside while a few insults and degrading words were said, that hurt your ego but hey, you need to accustom to it if you want to keep your job.

#anon ask #zerobaseone smut #zb1 smut #zerobaseone ricky #zerobaseone x reader #zb1 ricky #zb1 x reader #shen ricky smut #shen ricky x reader #ricky smut #mean dom #zerobaseone imagines #zb1 imagines #zerobaseone scenarios #zb1 scenarios

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f1amboyant · 7 months

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I can't get the idea of Engineer Carlos AU out of my head. Can you tell me more about how hot and popular Carlos is? I imagine something like

there are actually many fan accounts created only for him lol there are those hit tiktok vids of him (like the one with 'hey my sexy lady Ferrari mechanic')

cameraman knows what he is doing and always delivers. Like during the race or red flag, cameraman likes to show Carlos

Carlos is effortlessly hot and he doesn't know how popular he is. He just smiles shyly when fans ask for a photo with him when he walks with Charles in the paddock. Charles is a bit possessive and silently glares at that poor fans lol i love jealous Charled

Also Carlos is gonna be the best strategist. Pls write some races that shows how genius Carlos is

And the angst like there is rumour about Red Bull offering Carlos doubled his current salary and Charles is afraid to ask Carlos about it

Yeah. Pls write something about this AU. I will take any crumbs. Hot engineer Carlos🔥

Hi there anon!

Thank you so much for asking about this AU (from this post). Engineer Carlos is so so dear to me. And we’ve been getting soooo muuuuuch content lately (the pics of him in the pit wall with headphones on just make me go feral 🔥).

You pretty much nailed it with all your ideas, that’s basically what I have in mind for this AU! But here are some of the ideas I have:

So, Carlos becomes Charles’ race engineer in 2021. The public doesn’t know about him, maybe some Spanish media talk about the son of Carlos Sainz Sr getting a more important role in the team, but in general Charles is the talk of the show (of course he is, he is the predestined.) So it’s almost a random thing when fans get the first pictures and videos of Carlos on the paddock with Charles and on the pit wall.

Fans start to notice. “Who is this hot man with Charles? New race engineer? Who is he? We need to know??”

It’s just really small glimpses at first but the fans get more and more curious each time.

Halfway through the season, there are multiple accounts dedicated to Carlos, scrounging the internet to know who he is and find as many pictures of him as possible. They compile every glimpses they get from the media on race weekend. They ask Ferrari admin to show more of the hot engineer “we love Charles but please we need to see more of this hot piece of cake, can we know who he is?”

The cameramen on the paddock slowly start to get the idea and we get more and more of Carlos. Plus, we hear their exchanges on the radio and omg are they… are they flirting on live television??? They work well together but is this banter?? Is this flirting?? Omg?? So yeah, fans go crazy for Carlos. Ferrari even capitalizes on it, using Carlos in the team challenges (there were several challenges in past years where the drivers paired with some guys from the team, so imagine the chaos it would be Charles and Carlos pairing against the other pair of driver and engineer). Fans go absolutely crazy for it. The fan accounts for Carlos are going insane.

Carlos is absolutely oblivious to all of this. Charles on the other hand sees all the fans thirsting over his race engineer and gets so so soooo jealous. Joris has to take away his phone so he can focus on the race weekend and so that Charles doesn’t comment on every picture of Carlos with something like ‘he’s my race engineer, back off!’ He gets more and more touchy with Carlos, always having an arm around his shoulders, clasping his hand and holding it far far longer than is necessary.

Carlos is oblivious to his own fame, but he’s still online. He has a secret account (shoutout to @tiramisufrappe for this particular idea) where he posts cute pictures of Charles, commenting on how cute and adorable he is, and just look at him he is the prettiest can you believe it. So yeah, Carlos is Charles' number one fangirl.

Of course, Carlos is also so so talented, especially with the race strategy. He goes against the team orders on multiple occasions, giving Charles a better strategy until at some point, they just let him do what he wants. I can imagine something like that:

“The team wants you to pit. Thoughts? Question?” “I… I don’t know. I don’t know what to do. I can’t pass these guys and we’re going to lose and…” Charles is starting to raise his voice and get frustrated. “Charles,” Carlos remains calm and so so composed and his voice is sooooo soothing. “Tell me how you feel in the car. Do you have the pace?” “Yes.” “Can you maintain this pace?” “Yes.” “Okay then. The team wants you to box, I say you stay out. What do you want?” “I don’t know. I trust you, Carlos.” “Then stay out, stay out.” panning to Carlos’ face on live television and the rest of the pit wall looking baffled and repressing their anger (they cannot show it now but you can feel that it’s not going to be good for Carlos when this is over). They win the race.

And oh my god, the Red Bull offer is such a good idea!! The added drama. The thing is, no matter the salary, Carlos would never leave Charles. It’s his driver, if he’s going, Charles has to go with him. So he’s not even considering it. But Charles doesn’t know that and he gets all scared and angry and finally he kisses Carlos. “Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.” And that’s how they finally end up together!

Thank you so much for your question anon and I hope long answer is not too much 🫣 I have a lot of other WIPs to focus on first but I hope I can write engineer Carlos at some point because I love him so so much.

The question now: if Carlos is not a driver, then who is Charles’ teammate at Ferrari in 2021 and afterward?

Feel free to ask me more about this AU or other ideas. My ask box is open!

#ant answers anon asks #engineer carlos au

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lloydfrontera · 1 year

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another thing i can't forgive the webcomic on downplaying or outright skipping in order to make room for comedy is the commentary on classism and how absolutely terrible life can be when you're poor. i'm not saying they don't talk at all about it, they do! they have done some scenes that i really, really like so we know they're perfectly capable of it! so that makes it all the more noticeable when they,,, don't.

like i've already talked about how they massively changed the scene with sir blanc, where instead of lloyd showing him just how draining and tiring and hard it actually it is to work in construction and how much respect those workers deserve rather than how sir blanc had been looking down on them, they made it into a "if you flinch you lose" sort of deal

i liked that scene! it's quiet and calm and it gives us insight into how lloyd sees the world and why he acts the way he does to his workers. there's even a bit where lloyd offers him five times the salary of his civil engineers and sir blanc tells him it's not about the money, subtly implying it's insulting on lloyd's part to think he cared about money when his pride is on the line. and then lloyd completely shuts him down by telling him that of course money is important, people break their backs every day to get enough money to support themselves and their families, why wouldn't it be important?

for many people shoveling is the only way they can sustain themselves, it is their last lifeline and hope, the very job sir blanc was making fun of is what kept a house over their head and food on their table. and it's only after lloyd explains all of that to him that he also shows off his mana blast. he doesn't need to order sir blanc to do anything because, well, why would he? he made his point perfectly clear.

it's such a poignant scene!!! and in the webnovel we get,, well,, this:

it's kind of amazing how they,,, apparently missed the point of the scene?? like yeah sir blanc learns to respect lloyd and the construction work they do, but not because he thinks every job is inherently worthy of respect and there's not such thing as unskilled labor but because,,, lloyd is good at fighting monsters and saving people with unconventional methods. that's kind of it.

idk it feels like such a shame we lost that bit of character understanding and development even if we did get an absolutely hysterical scene out of it.

then there's also this scene a little bit after lloyd gets ggoming where he reflects how important reputation is and how much the money you have affects that. he was a poor guy, no house, no family, living in a cramped goshiwon, barely any clothes, with two or three faded sweatshirts for the entire year and a cheap haircut every three or four months.

he didn't have the money to worry about his appearance and it showed, which also affected his self-esteem and the way he carried himself, with hunched shoulders to occupy as small space as possible. and because of that the way people treated him was terrible, looking down on him with disdain and suspicion, constantly watching him any time he went to buy something because they thought he was looking to steal something. even outright accusing him of it.

it's horrible and harsh and a reality for many people and part of the reason he's so worried about building up a good reputation. he knows how terrible life can get when you don't have one and can't afford to get it.

and in the webcomic we get:

i swear i'm not trying to be mean nor overly critical. i promise i do love this webcomic, it makes me laugh so much and i wait every new chapter shaking and screaming. but c'mooonnnn

tged is about a modern day civil engineer raising absolute chaos in a fantasy setting with a giant hamster and his put upon knight following him everywhere he goes. but it also does have important themes weaved into the narrative that you can't just skip over without losing part of what makes it so good!

i'm begging here, just give us an earnest scene every once in a while, there's no need to make a joke at every turn, we're big boys (gn), we can handle a serious scene every couple chapters! we used to have those! chapter 5 had a great scene about suho's struggles in his previous life! chapter 26 was also amazing! it had its funny moments but it allowed itself to have a calm, quiet, sad moment that gave way to an earnest moment with lloyd and the summons! it's clear they can do it, they've done it before!

i just,,, i think there's so much to explore in the webnovel, that isn't being fully used in the webcomic and it's just such a shame :( so if you can i really encourage you to read the novel, it fleshes out and endears you to the characters so much more, i really do recommend it!

#i talk a lot <3 #tged #the greatest estate developer #lloyd frontera #valelardi blanc

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gravalicious · 10 months

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I didn’t leap at all! I was a worker, yes, but to me I was a writer who had a job as a worker. I said to myself, “Ooh la la, what a learning opportunity.” It was very important for me to be a worker. I worked at a radio station in Haiti as well, and I also had a very small salary from Petit samedi soir, a newspaper there. In fact, they didn’t pay us in money, they gave us copies of the paper that we had to sell ourselves in order to be paid. I found a guy to sell them for me and we split the proceeds. I guess I have a strange rapport with money. The worst job I ever had in Haiti was at a bank. I had no idea what a bank even was. Banks are wary of poor people; I was the opposite. So I quickly gained a reputation among poor people and prostitutes as the cashier to see. There was always a lineup of people to meet with me because they’d heard that I didn’t need to see any paperwork. My guiding principle was that poor people don’t cheat. It wasn’t a romantic idea—it’s simply too complicated for them to cheat, they can’t cheat a bank. Only rich people can cheat the bank. And in the whole time I worked at the bank, I never had a single problem, or bounced check, or bad deposit. They would come and deposit or withdraw their tiny sums with their bank book. All the prostitutes from the crossroads would come see me to send money to the Dominican Republic to their families and children. Those people never cheated. But because I wasn’t a good banker, I never managed to balance my own numbers. It always took me so long that I’d end up going home late in the evenings, well after everybody else had checked out. As a result, they had to pay me overtime for those extra hours, so I ended up making almost as much money as the bank’s director. All because they didn’t understand how incompetent I was. Finally, somebody realized that it was my own fault, so they stopped paying me overages. But it was an early example of my relationship with money. If you don’t know how to do things properly, I learned, you will be paid better than those who know how to do it and who will go home on time.

Dany Laferriere

Adam Leith Gollner - Working in the Bathtub: Conversations with the Immortal Dany Laferière (2020)

#political economy #haiti #caribbean #west indies

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akesdraws-blog · 1 year

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~°Grinch-meter °~ || Part. 2 ||

It's Christmas Eve morning. I send you all lots of hugs, I hope you are having a great time.

⛄✨⛄✨⛄✨⛄✨⛄✨⛄✨⛄✨⛄

💜Donatello🌡️

°•With a "Grinch-meter" of 75% •°

Our genius boy is the busiest this time of year.

So what makes his meter fill up is...The jobDonnie always has to be repairing many things, from a small rifle that burned out, to a frozen engine at the police station.

At Christmas time it seems that there is always something going wrong, and who will take care of it? That's right, Donatello is the answer.

Donnie's good heart turns out to be a bit annoying for him, because he usually stays late at the police station so that all the vehicles are in optimal conditions, of course, although the boss Vincent gives him a very good salary, nobody takes him away the tiredness that was earned as well.

And when you get to the hideout there's no rest, just more repairs, like changing the wires that got burned by the excess lights Mikey put up, or fixing the movie player because Raph hit it too hard again, even the truck needs to be checked. garbage because Leo heard a strange noise in the engine the night before.

This poor boy genius is exhausted these days, so it's hard for him to enjoy the holidays when he just wants to rest.

❄️How do we reduce that percentage?❄️

☃️Friends⛄

Help him turn off his brain for a while.

At the Christmas holidays many places close early, so take it to the museum.

Donnie will be as happy as a little child with whatever he can see to fill his mind.

He can spend hours and hours walking through every corner of the museum, you will even see him collecting information from some data.

And if you add a box of pop tarts to the tour in the museum you will be the most loved by the genie.

❣️Couple❣️

Two words: Coffee and blanketsTake Donnie away from work, it will be challenging but you can do it.

Once you've done that, give him a nice cup of coffee (decaf, but don't tell him) and cover him with the blanket while you pet his shell.

You won't take him out of the lab so stay seated at his desk so he can only focus on you.

Tiredness will take over Donnie's body to the point where he will fall asleep in your lap. (I hope you didn't drink too much punch, because you'll be Donnie's new pillow and he won't let go of you for a long time)

💙Leonardo🌡️

°•With a "Grinch-meter" of 90% •°

That's right, believe it or not.

What fills the "Grinch-meter" of leo is...The patrols.

Sounds weird, I know, but it's not exactly the patrols that bother him, it's what he sees on patrols.

Christmas parties often result in what he calls "Christmas trouble."

The assaults grow, the robberies abound, the riots are the ones that reign in the streets of New York.

Leo can't force his brothers to go out on patrol because it would turn into an endless wave of fights and it's the last thing he needs, so he's used to doing it alone.

He takes some calls from Chief Vincent as many officers take the day off around this time, which means catching bank robbers, toy robbers, even supermarket robbers, was not a very pretty thing to see.

I could list every fight over a bad gift that I ever heard while passing through the rooftops, the number of drunks who cause accidents whether they are drivers or pedestrians, even the poor delivery guys who get yelled at and complained about being a couple of minutes late, and not Let's forget the fights of couples that for some reason always end on those dates.

Leo always tries to carry the full weight of the city's security, so it will be very difficult for him to just celebrate it and ignore the rest of the problems on the surface.So when he arrives at the lair he usually meditates long hours waiting for the day to end, all the stress ends up making him a real idiot, and nobody wants to be near the leader.

❄️How do we reduce that percentage?❄️

☃️Friends⛄

He steals her radio, leaving only a written apology. (Since you can't yell at a piece of paper)

To avoid scolding from the leader you will have to leave a series of notes for the leader to reach your location.

Why will he look for you? you will ask yourselfWell, for the simple fact that... You took his katanas. (And that does not make him happy at all)

Your notes led him to the train station where they saved April, then to the building where she took a picture of them where she found a chocolate with another note, which then led him to the alleyway where they met Casey, who was conveniently in the place to give him another note, to summarize your notes they took him to various places from the police station to the statue of Lady Liberty.

To end up reaching the roof of a commercial building, the place where you were with the leader's katanas.

And although you expected a scolding from the leader, you actually received a thank you, after all you gave him a fun "Treasure Hunt", and the place where they met was right in front of the famous Christmas tree in Rockefeller Center.

Leo always loved seeing that huge tree on the news and now he had the perfect place to see it so he couldn't be too angry.

Even so, he will force you to spend a few hours in the Ja'shi for taking the Katanas and radio from him.

❣️Couple❣️

Leave him some towels in the room, and a note saying you'll see him in the shower.

Once he is there tell him that he should enter the bathtub, and it will be your turn to pamper him.

As Leo sinks into the bathtub, he lights some scented candles and turns off the light, so the bathroom is illuminated only by candlelight and the relaxing scent they emit. (You can add a couple of bubbles to the tub if you want)

Have some tea within Leo's reach for his enjoyment.Wash his shell, massage his muscles, (maybe not that strong but Leo will love the sensation) let the water get lost between the plates of his chest.

Let me tell you about his day, no matter how long it takes, he'll love to know you're listening, but don't get distracted or you'll surely find a Leo asleep up to his nose in the bathtub. (You will have to ask one of the brothers for help so they can take Leo to his room to rest).

☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️❄️☃️

@post-apocalyptic-daydream . @turtle-babe83. @turtlesmakemehappy. @dilucsflame33 . @thelaundrybitch . @scholastic-dragon .

#tmnt bayverse #tmnt 2014 #tmnt 2016 #bayverse tmnt #bayverse donnie #bayverse leo #bayverse mikey #bayverse turtles #bayverse raph #tmnt fandom #tmnt bayverse x reader #merry chrismas 2022

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arcanamusica · 3 months

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Arcanamusica Comic Chapter 1-2 (前編+後編)

“S-Sugoroku…like, that Sugoroku?

“Correct, it is that Sugoroku!” Suu replies. “I assume that you do not need an explanation of the rules. In that case, we can commence the game in order of who came to the venue first. Mr. Legge, here are the dice, if you will.”

Jujo rolls the dice and a small player character appears on the board and starts moving. Shibuyoshi gasps in awe and Jujo’s piece lands on the space with the question:

What are you into these days?

“..What? What- does that mean?” Igashima questions.

“Ah, so we have to answer this stuff and play Sugoroku at the same time?” Maimy asks.

“Like an icebreaker at a mixer,” Kawawa adds. “A game that also makes you introduce yourself a bit more to other people. Kinda gets you excited to meet them.”

Maimy smirks. “Hm~? You’re the kind of guy to go to mixers?”

“..J-Just to socialize..”

“Legge!” Shibyoshi bursts out. “So, what are you into, anyway?”

He thinks, quiet for a minute.

“Baking. Macarons.”

Baking..? This guy looks like he wouldn’t settle for anything less than the high-end macarons they sell in Ginza… (T/N: a very high end shopping district)

“What a wonderful hobby!”

“M-maybe he was trying to do a bit of straight-man comedy there…”

“I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover..?”

“Mr. Dark Palace is next. Please, roll the dice!”

“Yeah, yeah..”

Maimy rolls a three and lands on the question:

Tell me one of your charms! No need to hold back or be embarrassed.

Without a hesitation, Maimy answers, “My looks.”

Well, he didn’t hold back…Kinda impressive…

“Next! Mr. Shibukichi!”

“Here I go!!” Shibuyoshi rolls a three and lands on the space that reads: Tell the person on your left one of the most embarrassing things that happened in your past! Secretly☆

“Wha-!? Tha-that kind of thing…Ahhh…”

“What’s the big deal if it’s a secret, anyway..”

“Th-then..” Shibuyoshi leans over to Igashima and whispers, “...And then…And my…THEN I SAID, PENGUINS GET COLD TOO!..PLEASE DON’T TELL ANYBODY... So cringe…”

Penguins..? What kind of story…

“Next is-”

Igashima raises his hand. “It’s my turn.” He rolls the dice.

If there’s someone you’re interested in here, point them out.

“S-so this is just a blind date?!” Kawawa jumps. “But we’re all guys and we just met today, there’s no w-”

“It’s you.” Igashima gestures towards Maimy.

DID HE JUST..?!

“I taught him.”

“..What?”

“Mai-....Dark Palace was a former student of mine. What you do after graduation…Well, as a teacher, of course I care about what happens to my students.”

Maimy scowls. “Gh…You just care about your reputation as a teacher.”

“So Ikkun, you’re a teacher?” Shibuyoshi asked.

“I am. Ah, but it’s a good idea not to give out too much personal information, right?”

“Mr. RiZ, you’re next.”

His piece lands on the space, asking:

What do you do for a living? And if you want to share, what’s your yearly salary!?

“I do desk work. Just another corporate cog.” Thank god it was an easy question…

“And how much do you make?” Maimy asks.

“It’s kind of embarrassing to say, because really, it’s not much…I guess I’m what you call the working poor, haha, ha…”

“It’s not the least bit embarrassing.” Jujo cuts in.

“...Huh..?”

“The value of our labor is not measured by compensation alone. Growth by improving yourself and contributing to society… Those are the most important values.”

“Heh….That’s what you think…Ha…Well, for someone that spends their entire life working, there’s not much value in anything besides a paycheck.”

“If you are only working to be compensated, there is nothing enriching your life.”

“H-haha..Enriching my life! Good one..”

“Being able to improve yourself through labor is also important, is it not?”

“Imagine being able to think like that when you’re working…I’m jealous of people like you.”

“..Hm?”

“If you have the time to think about things like that at your job, you’re not doing much work at all.”

“The job has nothing to do with it. The factor that affects everything else is your mindset.”

“Ha…I can’t believe people actually have the privilege to think like this…”

“H-hey, you two…” Shibuyoshi gets in between them. “Let’s get along, okay?! Please? Sounds good?”

“Right, so who’s next…”

Legge: What was the name of your first love?

“Angela.” T/N: Read Jujo’s Daily Life Manga 7 to meet her ;)

Dark Palace: tell us about your first kiss.

“Ah, yeah. That was, hm…Probably…Oops, I forgot.”

Shibukichi: What's your ideal first date like?

“Umm..maybe going to the beach at night…Hehehe..”

Ikkun: Do you like surprises? Or not?

“Hmm..I suppose it depends on if the other person is someone who enjoys being surprised.”

RiZ: Please give everyone here a nickname!

“......” (Thinking noises)

-Part 2-

“Hey…listen, everyone..” Shibuyoshi says, “If we were a little more…pumped up… wouldn't this be more fun?”

“Huh..?” Maimy asks.

“You know, what we’re doing now is kinda like fanservice, or something!! The more entertaining we are, the more the viewers will enjoy watching us!”

Maimy sighs. “Well, yeah. You’re right, but this is so fucking boring…”

“So let’s think, how do we make it entertaining even if the writing is terrible!?”

“So the writing is terrible..” Suu crosses their arms.

“I know, what if we each show our talents as performers?!”

Kawawa looks dejected. “You say performers, but that’s not…”

“Not all of us are entertai-” Igashima starts.

“You don’t have to be an entertainer! As long as you give your all, it will be fine! Go big or go home! That way, we’ll all have a great time!”

“U….Uhhh…..I mean, I guess?” Kawawa blinks. “Even if I complain, I’m stuck here…”

“Well,” Maimy exhales. “If that’s the kind of thing we’re supposed to do, it’s whatever…

Igashima smiles. “I suppose I can participate a little more myself.”

“All of you…thank you so much for understanding!”

Jujo rolls the dice and the board shines.

“Congratulations! This is a special question. Everyone must answer the question that this space provides.”

“S-special..!” Kawawa gulps.

Please tell me the color of the underwear you are wearing today! ☆

You’re joking…

“White.” Jujo answers.

“Hm…” Maimy thinks, “Pretty sure they’re black.”

How do they say it so casually…?

Shibuyoshi, blushing, shares, “My mentor told me to wear my favorite red boxers, since it was a big day for me…”

“White.” Igashima adds.

Maimy looks at Kawawa. “Can you just answer already? It’s not a big deal.”

“Gh…They’re just gray or something, okay?”

“What kind? Bikini? Briefs? Boxers?”

“We don’t have to answer that!”

“By the way,” Igashima winks, “the word ‘underwear’ can refer to any article of clothing that you wear under your normal clothes. So when I said white, I was referring to my undershirt.”

“..HUH!? That’s..cheating!”

“In what way is that considered cheating?” Jujo asks.

“.....”

“?”

“Okay, next~” Maimy rolls the dice.

“And with that, Dark Palace is the first member to reach the goal! Congratulations!”

Finally…It’s over…

“Now, we can move on to the second round!”

“Eh?”

“Second round?!” Shibuyoshi yells.

“This time, we have prepared three games for you to play!”

“Why so many?!”

Igashima turns to face Suu. “So essentially, is the Destiny Game the name of the games that your organization hosts?”

“Correct! Please think of it as the name of the video content that is provided to fans of Arcanamusica.”

Shibuyoshi nods. “Woah!”

“Dark Palace, since you won the first round, I will send Arcana points to you!”

“Huh? What’s that?”

Shibuyoshi hands him his phone. “Look, see? if you post a song, and get bets, it’s another way to earn points!”

“Yeah, ok, and?”

“Eh?

“I’m curious too,” Kawawa says. “What do the points do?”

“Ummm..That’s…” Shibuyoshi looks to Suu for help.

“Hm? If you get enough points, you fill the Arcana Gauge, and successfully obtain the title of ‘World’. This allows you..

To grant any wish of your choosing.”

“..What did you say? Kawawa asks, stunned. “W..What are the limitations on that?”

“There are none.”

“No, that’s just.. Not possible..”

“Our management will do our best to accommodate!

Maimy snickers. “Sure, then I wish for one trillion yen.”

“One trillion yen? Is that one trillion, or 100 million? How about 100 trillion yen?”

“...Huh.?”

“Oooh okay, then I want to be this country’s MC!!” Shibuyoshi cheers.

“That can be arranged.”

“In that case,” Igashima fidgets. “I’d like to own my own house in Tokyo.”

“Your wish is my command!”

“....”

“Okay, whatever.” Maimy says. “Can we continue playing the game now?”

“When you receive the title of ‘World’, I will confirm your wish again. In the meantime, please be prepared for the question and decide what you would like!”

Kawawa looks at his gauge, holding 109 Arcana points. “Well…that’s if we can even save them up that far…”

“....” Jujo remains silent, but looks forward with determination.

Voiced comic below:

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#arcanamusica #arcanamusicacomic #Youtube

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Happy Weekend! :)

Babylon 5 s01e14: The Quality of Mercy

First Previous

ToC

I’ve learnt so much about the Centauri and Narn, can it be Minbari time?! edit: no. Not really.

Londo is frothing at the mouth at the opportunity to suborn the comically naive and sheltered Delenn’s Aide. Should be either quite funny, quite second-hand embarrassing, or both.

Judge: “may god have mercy on your soul,” Prisoner: *smiles*

I’m intrigued!

Medlabs aren’t free?? Not everyone can afford medical treatment??!! Oh no, Babylon 5 is absolutely and officially Space Dystopian Confirmed. :( :(

Unauthorized clinic = free clinic 😣😣😣

Ivanova-Franklin team-up yes! :-)

Talia episode, yes!! But goddamn boooo for more Talia Traumatization.

There’s so much going on in this episode.

Mysterious Alien Device Healer. (Laura) I understand disapproving of untested treatments, but it’s rich to scold someone who only takes donations, when your own medical practice charges. And doesn’t even seem to have a sliding scale!

Brain wiping people is ethically dubious enough, but reprogramming them into a new person and forcing that new person to serve the community for the rest of their life? That’s not ethically dubious so much as slavery by a different name. Reminds me of a short story I read recently.

Yeah, the strip club is definitely the “heart and soul of Babylon 5,” Londo. And getting the poorly paid Lennier to pay for it all. Extremely Londo Mollari.

“There’s no alcohol in here, is there? […] Because my people do not react well at all to alcohol. Even a small quantity causes psychotic impulses and - and violent, homicidal rages.”

Yeah better whisk that highly alcoholic beverage away, Londo. This isn't the only reason why you shouldn't drug people against their consent, but it sure is a great object lesson into ONE reason why it's a bad idea. For those persons that go "bodily autonomy and consent? Never met them."

“I have a quota to make, or the boss will take it out of my salary.”

really laying on the dystopian qualities of this universe - that is very illegal in my country but I keep waiting for attempts to roll back those worker protections.

Laura is a former doctor who had her license revoked. Very reassuring. And a dedicated daughter (Janice) who would rather not know if it really works or not than see her mom depressed about not seeing patients again 🫠

Hah, to the casino for Lennier and Londo! Bizarrely, this outing might actually be good for Lennier, or at least for his wallet up until Lennier gets banned from poker for card counting.

If they keep tormenting Talia she’s gonna end up my next poor little meow meow. She is so obviously dreading this and resents being asked slash required to do it.

It will only take a minute to wipe away a person and create a new one. How chilling. How frightful to live with that power and training. What is the purpose of requiring a mind scan before the wipe? This dude is absolutely freaking me out. Talia couldn’t even do the wipe/reprogramming after being in his mind.

MULTI-DAY VIEWING BREAK (oops)

nooooooo Lennier don’t let on that you’re counting cards automatically or you gonna get shanked!

Theory: Laura is using up her own life to heal these people. Via the Alien Device. I love her sweater. I want her sweater.

Theory confirmed! Life Force Transfer Device. And how creepy/cool that she repurposed a capital punishment machine. oooof. Wonder if the machine will stick around for Dues Ex Machina later in the show.

“If there is a discovery to be made, I will make it on my own terms!”

yeah, really she’ll probably make more progress with it as her only project for the rest of her short life than Franklin will. edit: not so short! I didn't see that twist coming.

Poor Talia, once again. Are they going to have to call for another telepath or send him to Earth to be wiped and reprogrammed? I bet Bester (my!! guy!!!) would out-creep him any day.

ESCAPE ATTEMPT. He really has a will to live. Understandably so! What a horrific punishment. Absolutely many many human rights violations.

LONDO. has. TENTACLES?! I’m moving on. That’s just something else.

😬 serial killer is definitely heading to Laura’s. And probably killing her. Of course Dr Franklin went there alone! Everyone except Laurel Takashima only has a 30% chance of using the shared brain cell at any given time. Laurel has something better: common sense at all times. (I miss you Laurel my beloved and hope daily that you pop back up as a guest star.)

Pain share! yesss. Every other episode is legit a horror short story. I hope she also took every bit of his life force and used it to heal her Lake’s Syndrome. edit: fuck yea

good grief, the device does need to be studied, but by the people who charge for healing?! Really. It’s such a dystopia.

Talia and Laura should talk. I think Talia could convince her that the right and necessary things are the same in this instance. That is not a death to regret.

Lennier is genuinely too naive and generous to survive on Babylon 5. Someone’s gonna shank him.

Tentacle Secrets. I do not want to know. And yet I am being told. I think I’d be slightly more OK with tentacle Centauri if it weren’t so gendered, and *gestures broadly* LONDO. He makes everything kinda gross and sleazy by proximity.

“I am going to take a vow of silence concerning this entire conversation.”

MEEE TOOOOO LENNIER.

Hermaphrodite Passion Goddess is pretty cool, tbh.

This woman redeemed herself for losing a patient and medical license by discovering and repurposing an execution method for healing. I can’t imagine what she’ll discover as her redemption for directly killing a person will be. Perhaps a less ethically obscene panacea!

And Samuel’s got a date. Janice is cute af! I ship it.

Here be lunatics and blessed dreamers. Seekers.

#samuel franklin #janice rosen #laura rosen #talia winters #babylon 5 #woodsfae b5

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A Right & Wrong Way to Buy Juice

I was probably awake for more of the nighttime hours than I was asleep last night. The culprits: dogs, a guy in a truck with a megaphone selling pineapples, oranges, and bananas around midnight, and a lot of stoke. I’ve enjoyed the peace in my time here in Puerto Cayo, the familiarity of knowing people’s names around town, and a brief stint of routine, but my mood is sanguine today with the promise of noise, bustle and change.

My neighbor here has a bus that he runs to the nearest city, Jipijapa, a couple times a day, so around 8am I waited on the road outside the farm until the bus stopped for me and my backpack.

Once in Jipijapa I went immediately to purchase my ticket to Manta, hoping to spare time to meet the legend I’d heard so much about: “the man with the good coffee in the terminal.” Time did not allow, but I did grab a yuca thing from a guy outside the bus. I love these but really couldn’t tell you what they’re called. Vendors seem to understand when I reference them as “pan de yuca,” but its this little ball about the size of a golf ball made of yuca with a varying texture anywhere from sticky cheese to hollow unleavened bread. If you see them, get at least two, then call me and tell me what they’re called.

This bus ride from Jipijapa to Manta was different than the typical experiences I’ve had here. As we’re pulling out of the terminal, a fellow jumps on with a small karaoke machine and says a little something in Spanish from which I gleaned: he wanted us to have a nice day, love one another, and give him some money. To my surprise, he then chose a song off his ipod and started singing into his microphone, loudly, bravely, and rather beautifully. Three or four stops passed before he walked around collecting his salary, then hopped off before having to pay fare.

A few other vendors on-and-off boarded selling various products and services, my favorite of which was a man with a hot pan of something delicious which I thoroughly regret buying only one of. Not sure what it was but there’s a chance I will retrace my steps of that part of my voyage one day to find out what they are and buy a billion.

After making it to Manta, buzzing the bells of a couple hostels, finding one, and dumping my things there, I went for a walk to explore. I quickly found a pharmacy at which to recharge my SIM card, but seeing that it’s not working, the seemingly nice lady might have just taken my whopping $5, we’ll never know. Another hour of walking through bustling city blocks landed me in what I think is Ecuadorian China Town. From the outside you wouldn’t know what’s inside, but I found myself ducking through two small shops selling luggage and “ropa Americana” to find a large square with winding walkways through Asian-imported products and a whole swarm of people and taxis buzzing this way and that. I popped in and out of crowded markets to find myself exactly where I’d hoped: near the people eating and selling food.

I ordered something off the menu recognizing only the word “pollo,” which turned out to be some kind of bony soup, with some other stuff I couldn’t identify, but rather enjoyed. During my time sitting at a table, eating soup and people watching, two gentlemen at the far end near the road began shouting and beginning a slapstick-type skit. Very quickly, forks were down, walking feet stood still, and everyone in the area was laughing and joining in with the merriment. The improv group began singling people out from the crowd, and, not being exposed in my poor Spanish-speaking skills, I paid for my $1.25 lunch and ducked out to find a juice.

If you’re ordering juice, for your sake, please always order Piña y Fresa - you can’t go wrong.

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okay, well today was an interesting and fairly chaotic day. didn't really want to go to work, but really had to, so I made it work. got there in plenty of time, running clinic. got a first case lined up all good, but then we had a conflict on the second, which is never pleasant but it's fine, you just make it work, but when I went to tell them this guy (who wasn't even the one filing, was just with the lady who was) started screaming at us that we were protecting criminals and I was basically just like "yeah get out of my office" in a more polite manner than that haha and this poor girl who was with the first client was sitting there watching looking shocked and after they left she was like "do you deal with that every day???" and I was like "well, not every day" and I just started laughing at that point because it was all so absurd. but clinic otherwise went fine, we had a short zoom staff meeting towards the end of the day where they were going to announce where some extra funding we've been allocated was going to be distributed, the main interest of course being staff salaries which are going to see an increase, so that's good news, and we also have some other cool stuff going on that should be good. headed home at 5 and made dinner which seemed to take forever but oh well, we ate and hung out. roommate had put the collar on Mew (kitten) to see if he would get used to it, last time we tried he was too small and the tag kept hitting the water bowl and scaring him so he wasn't drinking water, but he was bigger now so we thought we'd try again. He doesn't like it of course and is wiggling around trying to get out of it. well, at some point he makes a very distressed noise that sounded like something was physically wrong and runs under the couch, so we had to pull him out, and saw he managed to get the collar stuck around his lower jaw and he now couldn't move it and it was interfering with his breathing (and I'm sure he was just panicking in general). He ran back under the couch so we had to pull him out again, we could get the collar unlatched because of how it was stressed against him we just couldn't get the thing to let go, and weren't able to slide it off without hurting him. I had reached for the scissors and was about to cut it off when roommate was able to loosen it and get it off that way. So needless to say, that was a scary experience, but he seems to be fine, not injured in any way. It was only like an hour or so later that I looked at my hand and saw I had a massive scratch on the side of my hand from my wrist to the base of my thumb, but I honestly didn't even notice in the chaos of it all, and I don't care of course, the only thing that matters is that he's okay. so yeah, that was our excitement for the night, we just chilled for the rest of it and I eventually showered and got ready for bed, and now I'm here and ready for sleep. Quite the day. Office again in the morning, hopefully I'll find a way to keep myself occupied throughout the day. Goodnight friends. Sleep well.

#daily journal #September 2022

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How did you get started with investing? I've seen you talk about it before and I know that's something I need to do, but I feel so lost in terms of which companies to invest in and how much money I should put in. I have retirement accounts but nothing outside of that. And really, I feel like I can't talk to anyone IRL about this because I'm too embarrassed - I'm literally a CPA and do corporate taxes for a living but still find investing to be so intimidating 😞.

I mean, when people say "you should be investing" often, until you reach a certain wealth level, they are actually referring to your 401K. This is more general advice for the readers, but don't feel bad if you're not investing outside of retirement, especially if you're early in your career or if you're in a job where you don't have much disposable income. Don't feel bad in general, honestly, even if you haven't got a retirement fund at all; life is hard and money is necessary but stupid.

I only really started to invest invest in the last two years and even then I'm pretty conservative about it. On the plus, as a CPA, you will probably have a leg up in terms of knowing a lot of financial terms and kind of...understanding how money works in at least some sense.

I actually got started studying investing with my retirement fund. I was young and broke and mad that a chunk of my paycheck was going into my 401K when I could use that money NOW (see Sam Vimes Boots Theory for more on why ready cash now can often beat more cash later). I didn't know much about finance but I knew that a) I was basically being forced to play the financial markets with that money and b) the fate of our country's economy is tied to the stock market which is a mood ring hooked up to a roulette wheel. Being the Oldest Living Millennial I also understood I might not actually ever get to retire, so I decided to treat my retirement fund like Monopoly money: real but meaningless. And so I thought, well, let's Learn About Investing with it.

When you invest with a 401K or IRA usually you're not buying straight stocks; you're buying some conglomeration of investments bundled together as a fund (this is not a technical term, fund has a specific meaning in the technical sense, but it's easier to just use fund as a shorthand so I'm gonna). These can include stocks, bonds, mutual funds, and other more esoteric vehicles. So I started looking into the funds available to me -- there's the "retire in this year" fund that most people just dump all their money into, but there were also ways to invest in small businesses abroad, in health care or in funds that are "socially responsible", ways to buy into funds that did nothing but attempt to keep up with inflation, and on and on.

I didn't know any of that, of course -- I just saw something like "International Explorer Fund" and decided it sounded interesting and I'd learn what it was and what it did, and when I was satisfied that the reward was worth the risk, I'd dump some cash from my 2045-Retirement investment into it. While "past performance is no indication of future success" past performance isn't a bad way to at least pick something to research, and usually there's an earnings graph on the fund's prospectus page. I'd start reading prospectuses and looking up every word I didn't know or felt had a specific context I was missing (mostly on Investopedia, a GREAT resource). I'd take the term, add it to a vocabulary list, and rewrite "what is this and what does it do" in my own words. Eventually I internalized a lot of the terminology but I still check my notes once in a while.

There are financial literacy courses you can take, of course, and I don't think you should be AT ALL ashamed about trying to find a good one (lots of scams out there) or asking colleagues about them. "Hey, I'm not comfortable with my level of literacy about investment vehicles; do you know of any good educational material or class that would fill in the gaps?" is a good way to go about it. Very few people know jack shit about investing and my level of knowledge is just BARELY above jack shit, to be honest, so no shame, my friend. It is also totally fine to find a financial planner or investment advisor outside of your work and have a sit-down with them to get advice, which is what my parents do. Many banks offer that kind of service, so check with wherever you do your banking, and almost any retirement fund administrator (like Vanguard or American Funds) will be happy to send someone to meet with you and advise you. I was never prouder of my financial self-education than the one time I met with a guy from Vanguard who said, "Basically, keep doing what you're doing, this is a model portfolio."

Once I was investing in my retirement funds more confidently, I got the RobinHood app and started studying stocks, which is really just like, "find a stock and do a book report on it". Look at past earnings, who the CEO of the company is, what their board makeup is like, what they're doing in the news. And of course the most important advice: Never, ever invest money in the stock market that you aren't prepared to lose.

Aside from my stock adventures on RobinHood, which is about five hundred dollars that I turned into a thousand dollars over a couple of years, I have money in a few savings accounts. I don't have CDs or money market accounts or any of that, because I still don't have quite enough cash to make it worth it. I just parked some in a credit union that pays 6% interest on the first $1K you put in, and the rest in Betterment, which had a 2% interest rate when I started but now is down to .3% which is a bummer. But I haven't found another vehicle like Betterment which allows you equally easy access to your money while having as intuitive and modular an online interface.

So overall, aside from retirement (which is at $116K, which seems impressive until you remember you're supposed to retire with 25x your yearly salary in your 401K) I have a grand in the stock market, a grand in a 6%-interest savings account with a credit union, a grand in an emergency-only savings account attached to my checking, and roughly five grand with Betterment. It's a fairly conservative setup but I'd like never to be poor ever again, so I'm hedging carefully :D

Some great resources that I've used include:

Investopedia

Planet Money podcast by NPR and its sister podcast, The Indicator

The Financial page of the newspaper (I used to read NYT, now I read Tribune)

Rankandfiled.com, a free stock filings resource site that basically scrapes the SEC for financial data -- this is for if you really want to do a deep dive once you've got more experience

Good luck! It's a slog at first, but eventually it gets kinda fun :)

#investing #financial planning

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nanami x gn! reader, suggestive, fluff, mentions of having children, implied age gap, bugs, reader has arachnophobia, i know nothing about a cottage/countryside lifestyle oops

having a cottagecore life with nanami…after he retires from jujutsu when he’s a bit older, he now just wants a peaceful and quiet life with you, so you both move to the countryside a little while away from the city and live in a small cottage…it’s a tiny city and the people are kind and welcoming…

money wouldn’t be a problem since nanami has been saving his money for a decade now. he has enough money for the rest of your lives…

nanami does all the physical work, like cutting the wood for the fireplace n stuff…he wears a red, plaid flannel while doing so…his large biceps churn and ripple when he lifts his axe. it is a sight! you on the other hand stick to the domestic tasks, like baking, cooking, sewing and cleaning, which nanami helps you with of course. why would he? it wouldn’t be right to make you do all of it by yourself, it would be too much and he wants you to relax!

he also lets his facial hair grow out…since he doesn’t work at jujutsu or any shitty salary company anymore he doesn’t need to be clean shaven look presentable…he doesn’t have a full blown beard, just enough facial hair to be visible. he lets you touch it because you say it “satisfying to feel”. you want to feel it on places other than you hands too…

you two also have horses! you wanted them so bad and begged nanami to get some and he just…cannot say no to you. so here you are, with two beautiful american quarter horses…you named yours sunflower and nanami named his haibara…you both go on rides through the trail in the tiny forest near your guys’ house and have picnics in front of the reservoir…you feed the ducks there fruit..one time a bunch of baby ducks decided to follow nanami and claimed him as mother duck. to still tease him about it!

though living in the countryside is beautiful and a blessing, one thing you have always been scared of is bugs..you can’t stand them and the thought of them alone makes you itch. you recall one time you and nanami were sitting on the sofa in silence, you reading a book and then you feel something move on your arm. low and behold, an eight legged creature sat on your upper arm, staring right at you. you had never screamed so loudly in your entire life. nanami damn near almost had a heart attack. you ran out the room while nanami disposed of the poor spider. he had to comfort you from the event and you demanded you sit on his lap because you were too scared to be by yourself💀

in the dead of night, you and nanami lay in bed, talking about what the future holds for you both. you always had soft conversations like this, being vulnerable and emotional. nanami insists that communication, vulnerability, honesty and understanding is what builds a relationship and he would be correct. he has lived longer than you and has more experience in all aspects of life, relationships included.

in these moments, you both also speak of your past, your feelings, your fears and wants… you reveal that you want children someday..and nanami thinks about it…his heart warms at the thought of having a little girl or boy, a child he can raise alongside you and watch them grow into a kind and strong adult… and give them a greater childhood than either of you probably had and protect and love them dearly…

you fall asleep as nanami listens to your snores and thinks of the future he will share with you in soft excitement.

a/n: someone give me the cottagecore life with nanami that i deserve…i need lumberjack nanami rn…

#nanami x y/n #nanami x gender neutral reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami fluff #nanami kento x y/n #nanami kento x gender neutral reader #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento x you

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Hi Jin ! I just started following you and I must say I love your writing 🥰 Can I ask for one of Andrew Garfield’s character ?

Just so you know, my name’s Florine (it means little flower) I’m a French girl, 24 years old (I’ll be 25 in March), brown haired with a few hints of ginger, green eyes, 5.3ft tall and pretty curvy.

I have been working as an English teacher for 3 years now, and I’m passionate about learning new languages, History, music, cinema and arts in general. I used to write stories when I was younger but I find it harder now that I’m an adult.

My sun is in Pisces, rising in Sagittarius and my moon in Leo. I can be quite shy and silent if not comfortable otherwise I love talking about my passions, sharing things with people and laughing all the time and I’m quite easy going if you don’t mess up with my feelings

I hope I wasn’t too long on the description, thank again for your writings ! ✨🤍

well hello there my french companion !! im french too sweetie, maybe i should write in french ?? ce serait peut-être plus comfort pour toi ?? idk ça fait un peut bizarre quand même 🤣

anyways !! to you dear, i give :

the national sweetheart, desmond doss !!

he'd been waiting for you, flowers in hand and a huge goofy smile on his adorable face. he'd been waiting for you, maybe ten minutes, maybe his whole life, no one would know. all we knew was that he was waiting for you like he always did.

you were an exchange student from france and your name had to do with flowers, so to attract your attention, the little ritual he grew was bringing you a different bouquet or flower each time he saw you. he could buy them of pick them up in a forest on his way to school, it didn't matter, he'd offer them to you with the biggest smile.

desmond was in love. that wasn't enough to cover it, he was head over heels actually. he had fallen so hard he was practically sure he had lost his head on the way.

it was something about you, the student who didn't dream of grand salaries and a perfect life, just peace and lovely situations. you were a simple woman with a big heart and beauty that would have legions at your feet. he was the first ready to die for you.

he was like your romeo and you were his juliette, but without the early death. no, you two would live forever together, growing old and seeing your children grow. he wanted children, with you specifically. his little flower. you pushed him to the brink of insanity with the amount of love he had for you. he was practically sure it couldn't be healthy but he would take the unhealthy speed his heart would take whenever you were around over a quiet and still one any day.

the poor man had been daydreaming so hard, he felt his soul leave his body when something tugged on his pants. looking down, he noticed a small child, looking up at him with a frown.

"are you one of the scary men who takes kids ?" asked the little boy, backing up slightly to protect himself.

desmond wanted to both melt at the cuteness and explode laughing at the implications made by this random child. he wasn't going to lie, the little boy was smart, a random man standing in front of a school with a very creepy looking smile did not always mean idiot in love. it mostly meant scary kid snatcher. desmond smiled and knelt in front of the boy before shaking his head.

"no, little guy. i'm waiting for a girl. she's my girlfriend, i'm in love with her."

the little boy frowned and tilted his head to the side.

"you love a girl ? and you're bringing her flowers ?"

"yeah, she likes them quite a lot. she's a really big fan of flowers actually."

sitting down on the bench behind them, the little boy pated the wooden board to invite the you man in love to join which amused him.

"what is she like ? my momma says that to be in love, the person has to ve amazing."

"she is. she's going to work with kids your age one day. she's studying to be a teacher in english."

"why ? we already speak english, no need to learn more. i don't like learning, i like to play in the garden. i like the bugs." declared the little boy, swinging his feet.

"oh, she isn't from here. she teaches english to little kids who don't know the language yet. and i like playing in the garden too but i gotta learn to become a doctor." responded the man, immersed in the conversation.

"yup and you should start by going to class first instead of skipping to bring me flowers."

snapping his head towards the voice, the older man jumped from his seat. he sped towards you, wrapping his arms around you and spinning you in his arms. his mouth attached itself to your forehead kissing you tenderly and feeling his heart jump at the sound of your giggles against his neck.

letting you down, he looked into your eyes, grabbing your jaw in both hands and kissing you tenderly. the feeling of your warm soft lips against him sent his entire being into shock, feeling himself move and exist through you. he'd missed you so much he never expected his lips to share the longing he felt.

pulling away, he frowned when you smiled at him with a knowing smile. he wanted kisses, you kisses, he needed them even.

"we have an audience darling." you smiled, pointing at the little boy holding a bouquet in his very small arms. "you introduce me to your friend des ?"

"oh absolutely !" sliding his arm around you waist, he lead you towards the little guy who stood on his tip toes to give you flowers.

"these are for you. he forgot them on the bench." declared the little man.

"thank you sweetheart. you two seem to be close ?"

"yeah, he's my friend. and he said he loves you. you're his girlfriend." repeated the little boy proudly.

desmond covered his red face when you looked at him. he hid it in the crook of your neck and tightened his grip around you, he felt so embarrassed to have such a badly kept secret revealed like that. you knew how much he loved you, but having a stranger reveal it this accurately just felt so different. just enough to turn him as red as a cherry.

pulling away from him, you knelt in front of the boy, taking a big box out of your bag. you opened it and the little child smiled when he was the freshly baked cookies.

"since you were so honest with me and my incredible boyfriend, i'm giving you two cookies. but don't tell, it's our secret." the little child nodded vigorously like a little bobblehead which made you giggle again. the size of his head was probably throwing him off balance. "d'you mind taking them to the teacher over there ? baked em for you and your classmates. I've got enough for everyone to enjoy more."

the child took the box and ran off at the speed of a tiny race car to give it to the teacher. while you watched him, desmond watched you, the love of his life.

"you, young man need to stop skipping classes to bring me flowers." you ordered, poking his chest and walking away.

"but i like bringing you flowers, petal ! that's how i say that i love you !" he countered, dramatically swinging his arms in the air.

"yeah, that way and the fifteen thousand other ways you find in a week, desmond." you laughed, remembering how he'd learned how to say i love you in latin for you.

he was going to talk back, trying to justify skipping class for you when you stopped him by putting a cookie in his mouth. his eyes never left you when you grabbed his jaw to have him chew. once he was done, you pecked his cheek and the tip of his jose then his lips. he was too stunned to speak or move, feeling how much in live he was for you surge through his entire being to drown him.

your soft hands and fingers were holding his jaw delicately and your eyes looking at him with this soft look that made him drop to his knees. you were killing him and he was ready to be buried if it meant dying by your hand.

"Instead of fighting me on this, help me bring the cookies inside and I'll give your own treat. okay desmond ?" you purred against his lips, sounding like you were pulled out straight from his dreams.

you did not need to tell him twice.

#•°jin's 1k sleepover°•#•° jin replies <3°•#desmond doss #andrew garfield one shot #andrew garfield #andrew garfield imagine #desmond doss imagine #andrew garfield x reader

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namfinessed · 3 years

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let you go - j.jk.

genre: fluff, crack, tiniest bit of angst (2.4k) (request for @ofrosesandteacups) i hope you enjoy reading this one as much as you liked your previous one, thank you for your request :]

summary: he doesn’t want you to leave but jungkook isn’t cruel enough to stop you either.

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america.

now that jungkook’s seen it, it’s all his mind can think of and frankly who can blame the poor guy?

“to y/n,

we have been reported of your consistent pattern of growth and development in our seoul branch. we would love to have someone with your skills, expertise, and experience to join us in the states, particularly our main branch in los angeles, you will be guaranteed a contract of at least six months, it can be negotiated for further extension and your salary can be negotiated to a number that we can together deem fair as well. if you are interested in this offer, contact us on xxxxxxxx and our company’s e-mail is open to anything from you. we hope you consider us, thank you.”

he doesn’t know how many times he’s re-read the same sentences but all he knows is that the gravity of the situation isn’t fully sinking in for him. he bites his lip nervously as he shuts the laptop down, grimacing at the wall behind it. he feels his eyes starting to water from the pure frustration that filled his body.

you could be leaving.

he checks the date and it’s been almost a month since you’ve received this so you’ve probably already made a decision.

any minute, you might leave and not tell him for his own sake. you know how sensitive he is and you’re too nice to break his heart, so you would break the news to him very gently and then leave while pressing a kiss to his forehead. (jungkook knows everything about you at this point and he’s 99% sure this is how you’re going to do it. and he’s right).

and fuck him but that offer sounds great, good pay, steady contract, main headquarters, and as a cherry on top, it’s where your family lives as well. your family that he knows you miss a lot, every time they video call, you have the brightest smile on your face as you excitedly tell them everything, but as soon as the call ends, jungkook’s never pointed it out but he’s seen the way your eyes gather tears sometimes, he fucking knows how much they mean to you. and this offer is perfect, you get to be with them again.

you really have no reason to reject this.

but.

BUT.

hear him out.

as selfish as he sounds, what about him?

are you going to leave him behind, forget him, move on with someone else all while being successful and growing even more in your career?

why does that bother him so much?

he should be happy for you; this offer works out for you in every way possible and this is one more step for you to go to a remarkably prominent position in your career.

he is happy for you.

he’s overjoyed that you’re finally being recognized for your hard work and that people are coming with offers to you that they wouldn’t just give to anyone and he also knows that a higher pay can make you feel more at ease financially and you can finally buy that car you’ve had your eye on (jungkook offered to buy it for you both and you told him you would break up with him if he did so he’s steering clear from the car).

“what did the wall do to you, my beloved?” you stifle a chuckle when you come out of the bathroom to see jungkook wide-eyed and staring at the wall like he was burning holes into it. at the sound of your voice, he quickly snapped out of it and offered a small smile.

you didn’t know that he knows about the offer, and he doesn’t want you to know that he knows about it. but he wanted you to know that he will love and respect any decision you make because this is your life and it’s fine if you have to break up, he’s going to cry himself to sleep for a week, give a two-day break and then get back to crying because if he cries for too much, his eyes get puffy and stay red for too long and for heavens sake he can’t have anyone at work ask him during lunch why he’s crying with a literal sandwich stuffed in his mouth, and-

he needs to get a fucking grip, he’s spiraling.

“you know that i love you, right? and that you can do whatever you want because it’s your life and i’m no one to stand in your way” he blurts out as he pretends to read a book, hand rubbing his chin as if he was in deep thought.

congratulations to jungkook for never learning the art of being subtle.

“um thanks? but i already know all that baby” you laugh a little at his sudden confession for his unfaltering support to you. he lightly nodded, his mind clouding with thoughts of you leaving him for someone else who wouldn’t be such a burden to you and you deserve so much be-

and you interrupt him.

can’t a man think without being interrupted in this house?

“jungkook, babe?” you call out to him from where you stand, fluffing the towel on your hair with an amused grin on your face.

“yes babe?” he turned to you with sparkly eyes and a wide grin at your nickname.

“you’re holding the book upside down” you muse and then get back to drying your hair. he freezes and looks back at the book.

he is indeed holding it upside down, he’s been holding it this way this entire time.

wow.

how did he not notice that?

because he was too busy thinking of scenarios in which one of your work mates in america would swoop you right up with a dashing smile and that american accent you find hot (you don’t, but jungkook is too far down his own rabbit hole to correct that), and you would bat your eyelashes at them, they would wink at you and you would blush while looking away and then shyly accept their offer to dinner. you would forget all about jeon jungkook from seoul, korea and get engaged to that person, and jungkook, who is still very much in love with you, would attend your wedding and then cry at the reception while he drinks that champagne you like, he will walk up the stage with a forced grin and congratulate you and then fucking watch you drive away in your honeymoon car with that person.

and jungkook’s feeling just toasty about the whole thing. sometimes he wonders if he would do well as a drama writer. (he would do excellently.)

this would be a good time for one of his friends to call him so he can get away from this.

“now that i know you’re not actually reading, what is going on? you’ve been on edge for the past hour, you know you can tell me anything, right?” you sit down on the bed with a soft smile aimed his way and he sighs, putting the book down.

fuck, you’re too good to him.

when you speak to him in that gentle tone, jungkook doesn’t have it in him to reject your request. and even if you aren’t asking for anything, jungkook wants to give you the whole world. because in his eyes, you deserve the whole world, fuck the world, jungkook thinks the universe should be grateful that someone like you exists in it, he finds beauty in your very existence.

that’s how deep he is in it for you.

but he’s also afraid that he will never be able to give you the world he’s sure you deserve, he knows he gets busy and that he cancels dates and even if you don’t show it, he knows you get disappointed sometimes, he knows that you want to spend every day with him and trust him when he says he would rather stay in with you all day instead of stepping out but he has no choice in this. he knew what he was getting into when he chose the idol life and he can’t, doesn’t want to, back out now.

“i know that you get hurt when i can’t come on dates” he says, finally looking up to see you adjust your position to face him even more, eyes alarmed at his serious tone.

“jungkook, i know what i signed up for when we started dating, and yeah, it hurts sometimes but it’s okay, i know that you don’t do it on purp- “

“please let me finish” he whines out, and you immediately purse your lips, letting him talk.

“for me, you deserve a lot more than me. we don’t go out on dates enough, on a week night, we see each other for thirty minutes before going to sleep and in the morning, we’re both rushing to get out of the house and babe, i love you, a lot, and i never want to hold you back from what you deserve, even if it means leaving me behind” you open and close your mouth like a goldfish because you don’t quite understand where he’s going with this.

is he trying to break up with you?

“so it’s okay if you choose to go to america, the offer is great, i looked up the building and it’s so close to your parents home, so you can even meet them for lunch, and i’m sure there’s a lot of attractive men and women in america for you to meet and i completely support that, your happiness is all that matters to me” he concludes with his voice cracking and eyes all lined up with tears. he can’t imagine waking up and not seeing you but that’s okay, he can bring back his plush toys from namjoon to cuddle. better yet, he’ll just bring namjoon home so he can have someone to cuddle when he’s sleeping. namjoon wouldn’t mind.

what else are friends for?

“you’re such an idiot.” you fall back into the bed with a huge grin on your face, your heart feeling all giddy from his words. but jungkook isn’t enjoying this half as much as you are.

he’s what now?

did he hear you right? did you just call him an idiot?

“did i say something wrong? i just wanted to let you know that i support you all the wa-“

“jungkook, i’m not going to america, i rejected their offer a long time ago.”

you what now?

well, that’s a relief, you could’ve told him ten minutes so he wouldn’t go through two panic attacks but jungkook’s finally feeling like he can breathe again.

you’re not leaving, thank god.

now that he thinks of it, he was so fucking dramatic for nothing. nothing !!

“then why was the stupid mail open on your laptop? i gave myself a heart attack with that shit” he complains loudly as you happily laugh at his misery, cooing and kissing his cheek when he falls into the bed next to you.

“i used that mail to get myself a raise here, i showed it to the branch manager here and let him know how much they were willing to offer, and it didn’t take long for him to agree to a higher price just to keep me around” you have a proud grin on your face and jungkook is in awe at how smart you are.

“my little genius” he sings while peppering kisses on your face, which you giggle into and push him away after a minute.

“i’m more than happy that you’re staying but why aren’t you going back though? you miss your family and this could be a good opportunity to see them” he gets all quite and worried after he says that.

he doesn’t want you to reconsider, he wants you to stay but he knows that this could be good for you. he doesn’t want you to waste your choices.

“i miss them, but i’m fine with video calls and visits, and they are too, we are making it work somehow and besides, if they see me every day, they’re going to complain about everything i do to which i say no thank you, i’ll keep my ass here” jungkook laughed as you scowled at the thought of your parents eventually getting sick of you.

“and besides” you looked at him with those same gentle eyes that he’s so fond of.

“i have a family here too, and i can’t bear missing them” and jungkook cried, like actually cried, he scooped you into his arms and rocked you both back and forth while crying because oh my god, you think of him and the members as family and he’s sure that he’s going to marry you no-

too far.

but even when he’s crying into your arms and you’re patting his back, completely amused at how sensitive he can be, he’s still more than relieved that he doesn’t have to worry about some white dude hitting on you. the mental image itself made jungkook want to punch a wall.

and yeah, jungkook is definitely putting a ring on it. (how can he not, you called him family !!)

his heart can only take so much.

now, he’s going to use his perfect drama writing skills to plan out the most dramatic, fantastic proposal that anyone’s ever seen which will make you cry.

he’s dead set on making you cry because he’s sick of being the only one who cries in your relationship. (you didn’t even cry while watching titanic and jungkook was half-convinced you were heartless, and would have continued to believe that if it weren’t for you loving him the way you do, he loves you but he’s going to see you cry when he proposes, just wait and watch.)

so don’t interrupt his thoughts again please, a man needs to think in his house.

“should i buy that car as a celebration of you staying?”

“i will go see which flight tickets are available to america.”

“okay, no car.”

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sugawara-sweetheart · 3 years

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concept: yaku babytrapping you (m)

❥yaku morisuke x fem!reader

❥warnings: yandere, controlling behaviour, financial abuse, mentions of murder/murderous thoughts, consensual sex, sexual assault (removal of condom), babytrapping, pregnancy, miscarriage mentions

❣︎anon: aight! can i officially request yan yaku poking holes in his condoms as a means to knock you up and stop you from ever leaving him? and maybe the aftermath of it(only if you want to though ^^) - yan anon

he didn’t understand why you wanted a job. sure, you’d spent years studying for a degree, paying tuition fees and working hard but you didn’t need one, not when you had yaku as your boyfriend. he’s so committed to you, so loving and captivated by your existence he didn’t think you’d ever want to work a day in your life when he’s here for you. he wants to care for you- he wants to be the one to buy you beautiful clothes and gifts, to keep you happy and stable in your wonderful shared home, to keep you safe from the pigs outside.

men are dangerous. he knows how they’d look at a beautiful person like you and want you all for themselves. they’d become enthralled by you, obsessed and stop at nothing to have you. they could hurt you, steal you away and force their love onto you, ripping you away from your one place of happiness, your one true love that’s yaku. but he can’t have that.

there’s been a few close calls- the guy who’d asked for your number once when yaku left alone in public for just a moment. if he hadn’t returned to the table just in time maybe you would’ve given it- you’d have been stolen away by another man not even worthy of you, gone from yaku forever. his world would be dark without you- and he couldn’t control the surge of anger that rushed through him seeing you look so flustered from another man.

“what the hell’s going on here?”

“morisuke-” you looked startled, your eyes widening as you look at the man. that’s when yaku’s eyes fall on the hand he’s placed on your forearm, and all he saw was red when he lunged for the man, grabbing whatever he could off the table. you’d cried when the police and paramedics came, the stranger’s hand impaled with a steak knife and blood oozing all over the white tablecloth. you’d told yaku he was lucky he didn’t press charges, but yaku simply didn’t care. he’d kill for you, do anything for you, just as long as it meant you were with him forever.

there’d been plenty of other times. bar fights and broken glass bottles, screaming matches till your throat was red raw and you were sobbing, just begging yaku to be normal. but this is normal, he’s utterly in love with you and what sort of man would he be if he didn’t protect you, if he didn’t show his love for you and keep you safe, keep you happy with him? he doesn’t have a life without you, and you don’t have a life without him.

that’s why it’s a slap in the face when you finally get a job after so long. first yaku feels betrayed- how did you leave the house without him to go for your interview? when did you even apply- he hadn’t seen it on your search history or any calls or emails? how were you hiding these things from him- what else were you hiding?

“i’ll be gaining independence.” you smile the first day of work. yaku watches darkly, eyes piercing into you as he watches you adjust your shirt. it’s too tight, too revealing of your wonderful body- another asset that’ll just lure in men. is this what you want?

“you know i can take care of you.” you meet his eyes in the mirror but you don’t respond except for a small, wry smile before you’re reaching for your bag and leaving, the door snapping shut behind. why do you want independence? what money do you need when yaku can provide for you? why do you need other friends when you have him? why do you need a life when your entire world should be him?

seeing you at work is hard. the first few times you’d been sweet, beaming as you introduced him to your coworkers, putting the bouquet of flowers he’d bring you on your desk. it gave him a thrill to see the framed photograph of the two of you on holiday you have in your cubicle too, giggling that everyone can see who you belong to. but then it starts to become sour.

you don’t greet yaku with a smile anymore when he’s coming up to your office floor, instead looking scandalised as you stare at him carrying the bouquet of flowers and teddies across the workspace.

“morisuke,” you hiss, lowering your head as your colleagues peer at you. you even turn your head away when he leans in to kiss you, his lips narrowly missing yours and pressing against your cheek instead. “you can’t keep coming, i have work to do.” why do you seem so embarrassed? where’s the photo frame on your desk? you think he doesn’t know but he’s smarter than he lets on.

yaku sees the fallen petals withering by the dustbin. there’s no vase ready for the new flowers and you start to come home from work later, sometimes rosy-cheeked and eyes sparkling with the scent of alcohol lingering on your breath. once you’d even pulled up in an unfamiliar car, a bright laugh apparent on your face as you glanced back at the stranger, waving. he knows what you’re planning- he knows you’re saving your salary, that soon you may not even need him and the worries keeps yaku awake at night, his eyes piercing into your sleeping form beside him on the bed. you look so happy as you sleep, eyelids twitching and chest rising with calm breaths. but it’d be easy to keep you with him forever, to make sure he’s all you know for eternity before it’s too late. he could get his pillow and hold it over your face, pressing it down and you wouldn’t even struggle- you’d slowly breathe your last, forever being his.

but then you’d be gone forever, and yaku would be lost. his world would cease to exist and the idea of that fills him with more dread, his stomach churning with nausea. there has to be a better way, a way where you’d be forever his, forever bound to him with no way to escape. simply locking you up wouldn’t help- you have a life now and there’d be questions. what if you grew to resent him? and marriage was breakable, easily nullified the moment you decided you simply didn’t love him anymore.

this was a better way.

you’re too fucked out to notice the thin little holes disrupting the foil packet. you clearly don’t care, not when you’re whining and bucking your hips up desperately, drooling with your lustful eyes hazy. you’re sopping wet, slick dribbling down between your thighs and leaking a puddle on the bedsheets below you from being edged to the point of tears.

“morisuke,” you whine, squirming below him with your eyes fixated on his painfully hard cock. “want you now- please!”

“don’t worry, i’ll fuck you good, baby.” you’re too fucked out to notice the smile that stretches across yaku’s face is too cold, too unnerving as he slides the condom onto his cock. “don’t worry, i’m going to make you feel so fucking good.”

there’s a thrill running through him as he slides his sheathed cock into your hole, your warm walls tightening around him with little resistance and your loud moans filling the room as he thrusts into you. you’re so oblivious, your eyes hazy and lust-filled with sinful means falling freely as he fucks his cock against your spongy walls, drool spilling from your open mouth as he pounds into you.

“m-morisuke! fuck- feels so good!” your hips buck up to meet his, your hands gripping your tits as your walls tighten around him.

“you like that? you like me fucking you like this?” his hand trails up your chest, gripping your throat and the lewd moan that you release is so beautiful. he fucks you harder, cock throbbing between your sensitive walls and you’re whining when the coil in your stomach tightens.

“g-gonna cum!” your back arches off the bed, chest pressing against yaku’s and wetness gushes from you, tight walls convulsing around him as he moans. he fucks you through your high, your orgasm triggering his and heavy moans fall from his lips, heart thumping as cum floods the condom.

you’re panting, eyes fluttering shut with drowsiness that you don’t notice the icy smile creeping on yaku’s face as his fingers loosen around your throat, but he doesn’t let go. maybe if you’d have opened your eyes you’d have seen how utterly wrong this was.

he isn’t sure how long it’d take but he doesn’t stop. it isn’t hard to prick a needle through the foil packets, permeating it with tiny little holes that you’d never notice. there’s some days when you’re so fucked out, mind so clouded and so desperate to cum that you don’t even realise when he slips the entire condom off, sheathing himself in you and fucking you till he’s spilling his seed in you. and poor, oblivious you who drifts off into sleep the moment you’re falling from the high of your orgasm, you never really realise.

“you okay?” a deep frown is etched on your face when you look up at yaku from where you’re sat at the edge of the bed, leg bouncing nervously. he can see your bottom lip trembling, the tears swimming in your eyes as you nervously twist your hands together. is this it? hope is rising in his chest, his heart thumping as he forces himself to keep a straight face when he sits beside you, reaching out to take your hand into his. “hey, what’s up? you can speak to me.”

“m-morisuke.” a tear rolls down your cheek and your voice cracks slightly. “i’m pregnant.”

it’s hard for him to feign shock. his mouth falls open as he stares at you, watching you cry softly, but instead nothing but pure joy is filling him. his heart thumps with happiness and he feels so warm with the knowledge that you’re his forever.

“oh y/n,” he sighs, pulling you into his arms. “it’s okay, we’ll do this together.”

“but i don’t want-” his grip tightens on you, nails piercing into the flesh of your back as he holds you.

“we’ll do this together.”

it’s not a question. it’s not a suggestion. it’s a decision.

it’s hard to feel resentful about the growing child in your slowly swelling stomach. it’s not the child’s fault. it’s not your fault. it’s not Yaku’s fault- you’d always used protection almost religiously, but you can’t help but feel suffocated.

this child binds you to him forever. no matter how much you want to pull away from him, the man who sends a cold chill running down your spine, the man you wished you’d never met. but now there’s no escape, especially when you’re carrying his child. the unborn child he already loves.

it’s like there’s no escape. yaku dotes on you and the child festering in you too much you feel like you can’t breathe- he’s pressuring you to quit your job, claiming the stress of a workplace is no environment for a pregnant person. you can’t do anything at home- all the cleaning, cooking, household chores is controlled by yaku and he refuses to let you out of his sight, claiming what if something happens to you. it’s frustrating and stressful, and although the guilt eats at you from the inside out, you don’t stop yourself from wishing that you can wake up in a pool of blood.

#yandere!yaku #darkconfectionery #tw.yandere #tw.abuse #tw.sexual assault #tw.babytrapping #tw.pregnancy #yandere yaku x reader #yandere yaku imagines #yandere #tw.infantilisation #tw.miscarriage #yandere haikyuu #yandere haikyuu imagines #yandere haikyuu x reader #neems’ queueueuuee :3

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defractum · 4 years

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A thing I've been sitting on for a while so thought I might as well pour it out as a headcanon for post-CQL. (If anyone wants to write this as an actual fic, please do)

So the entire Mo family is dead right? And that kind of gets forgotten, because ~plot happens~ but what if after canon, when WWX has finished travelling the world and come back to Lan Wangji, a very disgruntled messenger arrives at Cloud Recesses looking for Mo Xuanyu

And WWX is like I mean. I guess that's me.

And he gets handed a whole bunch of paperwork, some contracts, a seal, and he's like ?? what is all this?

And the messenger is from the local administrative office and he's been travelling ALL OVER trying to track down Mo Xuanyu because he's the only surviving member of the Mo family, which means that the entire estate and the land and the village is now his

And WWX's like Haha, well I'm not… technically Mo Xuanyu, except the administrative office doesn't care what fucking name he's going by now. So what if he's decided to tell everyone to call him by some dead evil guy's name (they're like '...weird flex, but okay'), he was born Mo Xuanyu and in the eyes of the law, the estate is his

(They just really want to get rid of it: lots of disputes are coming up, the staff have questions about getting paid, someone has to pay for the funerals of all the family members lying around embalmed in the funeral home, and it sure ain't gonna be the administrative office, nope.)

And WWX is like Okay, well, it's kind of not really my responsibility, but also I do feel bad for all the people just trying to do their jobs and survive, and also those dead bodies probably really need taking care of, it's been a year, oops, so he heads down there to take a look at things

LWJ is busy being His Excellency and can't go with him and is super put out because he just got WWX back! They have just about managed to admit some Feelings! WWX was going to stay in Gusu with him! Was the 16 years of misery not enough?? Must he suffer? again?? Woe is him. Giant sulking baby Lan Wangji, essentially

WWX heads to Mo Estate with the intention of sorting everything out ASAP because he is also desperate to get back to LWJ and get dicked, you know? Except legal administration is a bitch. There's taxes, and salaries, and tithes, aka things he knows nothing about because he was never gonna be a Sect Leader

Plus, the villagers hear that they have a new lord and come to pay their respects and also bring all of their problems. He gets through most of it with common sense and an air of sounding like he knows what he's talking about.

He does not know what he's talking about.

(He does, actually, know more than he thinks, because heading up a small village of Wen gave him more practical experience in helping people than being Jiang Head Disciple ever did)

(He also finds out Mo Xuanyu's birth name for the first time because it's on some forgotten, crumpled paperwork and is slightly stunned with the realisation that literally no one alive even knows it, because wow, did you not want to be punched by Mo Xuanyu feelings in this post? Too bad.)

LWJ eventually comes looking for him after a month or so, having finally managed to rearrange all his meetings and clear out a week or two, and finds him holding audiences. LWJ waits, very patiently he thinks, for him to sort out property disputes over pigs and donkeys, and then drags him into one of the bedrooms for some private time

(Sex. It's sex. It's loud, passionate kinky sex, followed by equally loud but slightly less kinky sex, followed by slightly quieter cuddly sex.)

LWJ can see what a great job WWX is doing running the estate, and also has come to the realisation that WWX is now stonking rich! A titled and landed Lord! No longer has he the need to rely on LWJ and his Gusu coffers! He can pamper himself now! LWJ is possessed by a completely irrational fear that WWX no longer has any need for him and, like the uncommunicative gremlin he is, just tells WWX that he is doing a very good job of running the estate

WWX is like Aw, LWJ said I'm doing a good job!! Also, hey, Lan Wangji, you're a competent, competent man, would you like to stick around for the interviews? I'm trying to find someone who is a good match for me and you can give your opinion

LWJ, silently: ME. IT'S ME. I AM A GOOD MATCH FOR YOU. D:

LWJ, outwardly: Mn.

So he follows WWX to these interviews and WWX has all these criteria like Listens carefully to people and Good with numbers and strategy and Level-headed and Fair and Communicative and LWJ is sitting grumpily next to him internally pouting like 'I match all of these criteria, hmph'

(After some self-examination, he maybe concedes on the 'communicative' point.)

Anyway, WWX listens to all his opinions on all of them, and he seems pretty keen on his one woman who, well, under normal circumstances LWJ would also quite like her, she seemed a very practical and intelligent person, but given current circumstances, he's just going to go back to Gusu and maybe cry for a few days

WWX cheerily waves him goodbye, LWJ wishes him all the best and goes home and drowns himself in Chief Cultivator work

When WWX turns up at Cloud Recesses two weeks later, he is super confused. WWX starts telling him off, saying that the juniors told him how hard he's been working and not sleeping and honestly, it's only been two weeks of WWX not looking over his shoulder, but it's okay because he's here now and doesn't intend on leaving ever again, and also he brings treats because he's not poor and he can afford to spoil his Lan-er-gege now!

LWJ: ??

After the nth round of misunderstandings, LWJ finally, finally realises that the interviews were for someone to manage the estate for Wei Wuxian so that he doesn't have to stay there. Understanding dawns. LWJ's crops are thriving, his skin is clear.

There is some shouting, there are tears, there's a fair bit of wailing. There's a cracked teacup and the dramatic thwump of WWX throwing himself across the room onto LWJ's lap. There's some more loud, enthusiastic kinky sex. The end.

(Buy me a ko-fi)

#the untamed #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #cql #wangxian #my fic #kind of not really

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