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[ellecdc]

Hey Elle my love!! Could I please request chef!sirius who discovers that his girl (while a beast behind the bar) is actually tragic in the kitchen? Like whether the food turns out good is up to you, but she’s just constantly burning her fingers, cutting herself, making giant messes, and I feel like he’d be both frightened and a bit smug about his own prowess haha. Feel free to take whatever from this you like, and no pressure of course <3

something you want to share with the class, mae?

chef!Sirius Black x mixologist!reader who is banned from the kitchen [1.1k words]

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 | part 6 | part 7

CW: one suggestive part, Sirius coddling reader, reader needs to be coddled, fluff

Sirius lets himself into your flat, which still makes his stomach flip pleasantly when he thinks about it. 

It was innocuous enough when it started; he would come by and knock at your door and you’d shout “it’s open!” and he would walk in and accost you with kisses before saying “you need to stop leaving your door unlocked, doll” to which you’d reply “but I like having you just walk in like you own the place”. 

And, well, Sirius liked the words coming from your mouth so much that he set the situation aside in favour of ravishing you. But by the time the two of you were sweaty and breathless and laying naked tangled in your sheets, it had been you who brought it up again. 

“Would this make you feel better?” You whispered as you slid a hand up his chest, and he could feel something cold between the warmth of your hand and his chest. He took your wrist gently between his fingers and lifted your hand to expose a key as well as a plastic fob.

“Wha-”

“It’s my keys. Well, not my keys, but...keys…to here, to my flat.” 

“You…you’re giving me keys to your flat?” He asked breathlessly, and you tried to burrow further into the bed and hide your face in his shoulder.

“I- sorry, sorry. I don’t know if it’s too soon, but I just- you know what, I’m sorry, forget I-”

But he pulled you back up and positioned your knees on either side of his hips so you were straddling him, forcing you to look at him. 

“You have no idea how lovely you are, do you?” He whispered with no shortage of awe, and the two of you fell into each other again.

Long story short, he took your keys and probably (absolutely) abused the power that came with having them, but you hadn’t said anything about it yet so he wouldn’t either.

So, Sirius let himself into your flat; his senses assaulted from the beautiful spices of what smelled like butternut squash soup, the sound of your music playing from the speaker in your kitchen, and the beautiful sight of you in an oversized t-shirt - scratch that, one of Sirius’ t-shirts - and not much else as you flit through the kitchen like a fusion between a ballroom and an Irish dancer; quick and graceful on your feet.

Absolutely nothing else about the kitchen looked graceful, however. 

“What are you making, doll?” He called over as he leaned his elbows on the only clean portion of your kitchen island; you’d been so immersed in your current task that you actually startled at his voice.

A smile quickly spread over your face as you shouted at alexa to turn the volume down. “Hi, baby.” You greeted eagerly - breathless from what seemed to simply be excitement at seeing him here - as you made your way around the island to him.

“Hi, doll.” He whispered as he perched himself on one of the stools and accepted you between his legs; your arms moving to tangle in some of the hair at the base of his neck as you breathed him in.

“Hi, baby.” You repeated.

“What are you making?” He asked again, nudging your nose with his.

“Soup!” You said eagerly, pressing another kiss to his lips, one more, and a peck to his nose before dislodging yourself from him and rushing back to the stove top. 

“All this for some soup, huh?” He offered as casually as he could manage whilst he surveyed your kitchen; vegetable ends, splashes of cream, spilled salt and spices, used measuring cups and more than a few dirtied paper towels littering every inch of your counter space.

But what caused him the most concern and confusion was the splatters and chunks of puree up the walls, cupboards, and - most disturbingly - in your hair.

“Gorgeous, did you get in a fight with the squash or something?” He teased as he moved towards you, almost slipping on a splatter that was next to your bare feet. “Y/N.”

“I…may have forgotten to put the lid on the blender when I started it.” You offered reluctantly. 

“May have forgotten? Sweetheart, there’s more soup on your walls than in your bowl; was it still hot?” 

You made a noncommittal sound and refused to look at him which was all the answer he needed. 

“Okay, that’s it.” He decided as he took the utensils out of your hands - locking both of your wrists in one of his hands when you went to grab them back - turned the stove off and ushered you to his now vacated stool. 

“I’m fine, Sirius.” You whined, though you allowed him to lift you up onto the stool.

“It’s in your hair.” He responded as he worked his fingers through the offending lock. “Where else did it land?” He asked as he surveyed your face.

You simply batted your eyes at him with a pout on your pretty lips.

“Y/N.”

“Sirius.”

“Where else did it land?” He repeated, crouched down so he was level with you and giving you a look that he really, really hoped conveyed no nonsense. 

Your lips pursed as you lifted your arm to expose the soft, sensitive underneath of your forearm that was hastily wrapped with paper towel and something sticky. 

“Baby.” He cooed almost embarrassingly as he lifted your arms for a better view. It appeared you had hurriedly smeared some burn cream on it before slapping paper towel over it in favour of finishing your meal. 

“I’m sorry.” You mumbled pathetically, and Sirius wanted to shake you for that, too. 

“What’re you apologising to me for? You’re the one who was maimed.” He all but whimpered, turning away from you only to grab a cloth and run it under cold water.

“It tastes really good though.” You explained solemnly as he returned to between your legs as if you thought that made what had happened here at all better.

“Gorgeous, that soup could very well be served at a Michelin star restaurant and I’d still sodding hate it for doing this to my sweet girl.” 

You cocked your head at him and pursed your lips in an attempt to quell the no doubt beaming smile threatening to take over your face. 

“You have no idea how lovely you are, do you?” You murmured at him, and he couldn’t help but return your smile with a soft one of his own.

Sirius let out a sigh mixed with exasperation and fondness as he pressed kisses up the length of your forearm. “You’re banned from the kitchen.” He spoke into your skin.

“But-”

“Banned, baby girl. Capital B - banned.”

[bonny-kookoo]

Finish Line request!

I find the first meetings fascinating, so I'm sorry if I always ask for them... But if possible, first time nerdyJK and MC met, please!

"I think this one looks angry." You speak up, making Jungkook snap his head up towards you.

He's- a little taken aback. You.. do not look like the type of girl to really go to a motor show on your own accord. And, considering how utterly pretty you are, you're probably here with your boyfriend- who must be a total idiot to leave you alone like that, if one was to ask Jungkook.

"Don't you think?" You look at him now, curious smile on your shimmering lips. "It's frowning." You giggle, and he can't find words for a second, before he moves a little to stand next to you, looking at the front of the currently displayed race car.

It's a Ford Fusion- one of the cars with some of the most wins in Nascar history up until now. And now that he looks at it..

"It uh.. it does." He mumbles, making you laugh. At him? Or with him?

"See! Told you." You beam, swaying back and forth on your high heeled shoes. Your skirt is short, nails a pale pink. There's a hello kitty charm on your bracelet. Your entire outfit seems to be matched by the theme of that little cat, in fact.

"I guess.." He says, scolding himself. This is why he's fucking single. He just can't talk to girls at all, not at his school, not now. He's about to graduate for fucks sake, and he's still a virgin.

"Do you know a lot about cars?" You wonder, and he shrugs.

"A little." He admits. He actually knows a lot. But he doesn't want to seem nerdy.

"Heh, I don't buy that." You grin at him with a suspicious gaze. "I don't know shit about them. I'm scared to drive, actually." You admit.

"H-how so?" He asks. Keep the conversation going Jungkook, you're doing great!

"My dad and I went camping like, five years ago I think?" You say, tilting your head a bit in thought, before you lift your skirt a little- not enough to show off anything scandalous, but enough to show a clear scar, faded, but very visible on your thigh. "He crashed that car 'cause he was drunk. One of the metal pipes went right-" You turn your body and leg- another scar on the other side of your thigh, "-through my leg." You explain.

"Oh.." Jungkook doesn't know what else to say.

"I'm terrified of it now. My friends and I went here by train because I still can't stand driving in a car." You laugh.

"M-maybe.. you could start with slow steps?" He wonders. "Like- just sit in one for a bit. No driving, just.. I don't know, read a book. To.. make yourself feel comfortable little by little." He explains, muscles trembling a little as he forces his voice to stay strong.

"Huh. That.. sounds actually really smart." You pout to yourself. "I think I'll do that." You chirp, and he smiles in return, making you open your mouth to say something, when a friend calls your name, catching up to you, and taking your attention away as you wave at him as you walk away.

And Jungkook brushes it off in disappointment, unaware that just a year later he'd meet you again, at a coffee shop he'd visit with his friends.

"Oh." His eyes widen as he recognizes your pretty face, hair a bit different now, but still fitting you well.

You seem to think for a second, and then you smile that million-dollar-smile at him again, ceramic braces almost invisible to him if he wasn't so focused on details all the time.

"Oh, it's you!" You beam at him happily.

"It's me." He chuckles, friends behind him both confused and a little impressed that he seems to know you. "I uh.."

"Do you wanna go on a date?" You ask him boldly, and his eyes are as wide as they go. "I mean- this is the second time I meet you. Gotta be a sign from upstairs- or downstairs, I don't really care." You joke, leaning forwards a bit.

"I mean- yeah? Yeah! Yeah let's uh.. I don't know?" He stutters a bit helplessly.

"Cool!" You giggle. "That's.." You mumble, writing something down on his receipt. "..my number. Just text me whatever- just no dick pics please, those are kinda cringe." You say, making him frown a bit to himself before he laughs.

"Don't worry, I won't." He promises, before he pays for his drinks, and leaves with his friends-

His first date with you not even a week later, marking the beginning of a love that will last forever.

[minhosbitterriver]

🏵️ BEAUTIFUL MESS. ( xdinary heroes )

❛ After winning a bet against you, Jiseok decides that he would be the dominant one for a change...though that doesn't last long.

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Jiseok’s intoxicating moan permeated the room, a symphony of desire that hung in the air like a heavy, sweet perfume. His body moved with an almost languid grace as he settled fully onto your lap, the weight of him grounding you in the moment. His head tipped back, exposing the elegant curve of his throat, while his lips parted in a silent cry of pleasure, capturing the very essence of his rapture.

For a heartbeat, he remained perfectly still, his body tense as he adjusted to the sensation of your strap. The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of his breath, each exhale a testament to the intensity of the moment. The heat between you was palpable, a magnetic force drawing you closer.

Your hand moved with purpose, fingers curling around his cheeks with a commanding yet tender touch. The pads of your fingers pressed gently but firmly into his skin, guiding his gaze to meet yours. His eyes, dark and glazed with lust, locked onto yours, creating an electric connection that sent shivers down your spine. The dominance in your grip was undeniable, but it was tempered with a deep, unspoken affection, a silent promise of pleasure and trust.

Although he turned his gaze towards you as you desired, the playful glint in his eyes was a tantalizing reminder of the agreement you'd struck earlier. That sparkle of mischief was undeniable, a testament to the unspoken game that had woven itself into your intimate encounter.

His hand, warm and firm, wrapped around your wrist, pulling your touch away from his face. The loss of contact was a sharp contrast to the previous closeness, creating a sense of longing that deepened the intensity of the moment. His other hand moved with a similar purpose, capturing the ones resting on his hips and effortlessly locking them by the sides of your head.

A mean smile curled on Jiseok's lips, a blend of dominance and playful cruelty that sent a thrill through your veins. The power dynamic shifted as he asserted control, leaving you helplessly bound beneath him. The heat of his skin and the strength of his grip were both captivating and consuming.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Jiseok began to lift himself off your lap. His body arched gracefully, and another intoxicating moan escaped his lips, a sound that reverberated through the room and settled deep within you. The deliberate pace of his movements was a torment, a slow burn of pleasure and anticipation that made every second feel like an eternity.

As he descended once more, the connection between you was electric, a fusion of bodies and desires that left you breathless. The sight of him above you, the feel of his hands pinning you down, and the sound of his moans created a sensory overload, a beautifully torturous experience that bound you together in a dance of passion and control.

Watching as he shamelessly used you for his own pleasure was a stark departure from your usual dynamic, a reversal that sent a thrill of unfamiliar excitement through you. Typically, you held the reins, but now, with Jiseok in control, you found yourself on the precipice of a new and tantalizing experience. There was a fleeting moment where you almost wished you’d won the bet, to reclaim that familiar dominance, but the allure of this role reversal was undeniable.

The way his own leaking length slapped against your stomach with each glide up and down your strap was a vivid, tantalizing sensation. Each movement sent ripples of heat coursing through you, a physical manifestation of his pleasure and a reminder of your current submission. His every action, every deliberate thrust, elicited filthy, unrestrained sounds from his lips. Those moans, raw and primal, traveled down to your very core, igniting a fire that burned with intensity.

Jiseok was utterly mesmerizing. His body, a study in fluid grace and raw desire, moved with a rhythm that was both hypnotic and intoxicating. The interplay of power and vulnerability in his eyes, the way they flickered between control and surrender, held you captive. His pleasure was palpable, a living thing that enveloped you both, drawing you deeper into the moment.

The intensity of the situation was heightened by the contrast to your usual roles. The sight of him lost in ecstasy, taking what he needed from you with such shameless abandon, was a heady mix of power and submission that blurred the lines of dominance and desire. Each glide, each slap, each moan was a symphony of sensations that wove together into an exquisite tapestry of pleasure and connection.

In this moment, Jiseok was not just using you; he was unveiling a new facet of your relationship, one that was as captivating as it was unexpected. The raw honesty of his desire, the unguarded vulnerability of his pleasure, created a space where you both could explore the depths of your connection in a way that was beautifully, intoxicatingly real.

Jiseok's pace quickened, driven by an increasing neediness that was palpable in every movement. His lewd moans and groans filled the air, a symphony of raw desire that echoed around the room, amplifying the intensity of the moment. The sound of his pleasure intertwined with the rhythmic slap of his body against yours, creating an intoxicating soundtrack to your shared passion.

As his need grew, Jiseok's hands released your wrists, leaving behind the ghost of his touch. His fingers, now free, moved with an eager purpose, reaching up to grasp your breasts. The sudden shift sent a shiver down your spine, your body responding to the unexpected contact. The weight and warmth of his hands on your skin, the way they molded to the curve of your breasts, was a heady sensation that added another layer to your shared ecstasy.

Your breasts bounced in time with the rhythm he set, each movement a visual testament to the intensity of your connection. His hands, once gentle, became more assertive, groping and squeezing with a fervent hunger. The pressure of his touch, the way his fingers moved against your flesh, was an exquisite blend of pleasure and pain.

An unexpected moan tore from your lips, raw and unfiltered. The sound seemed to ignite something within Jiseok, a spark that fanned the flames of his desire. His eyes, dark with lust, gleamed with satisfaction as he heard your response. His fingers found your nipples, pinching them with expert precision, sending jolts of pleasure through your body. Each pinch, each twist, was a calculated move designed to elicit the sounds he craved from you.

Jiseok's actions were a dance of dominance and desire, a carefully choreographed performance that left you breathless and yearning for more. His hands, his touch, the way he moved—everything was a testament to his understanding of your body and the pleasure it could bring. The room pulsed with the heat of your shared passion, a heady mix of power and vulnerability that left you both on the edge of ecstasy.

“Fuck,” Jiseok panted, his voice a hoarse whisper as his eyes remained glued to your breasts, bouncing rhythmically with his every movement. His gaze was fervent, filled with a raw, unrestrained hunger as he chased his own high. “You’re so gorgeous like this,” he breathed out, the words drenched in genuine admiration and lust.

The moment his declaration reached your ears, you felt one of his hands abandon its grip on your breast, the loss of contact momentarily jarring. His fingers trailed a burning path up your torso, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake, before wrapping firmly around your neck. The pressure was calculated, just enough to squeeze in a way that was both erotic and thrilling. The sensation sent a shiver down your spine, and another moan, raw and unbidden, escaped your lips.

The sound you made seemed to resonate deeply within Jiseok, fueling the fire of his desire. His eyes, dark with intensity, widened as he took in the sight of you beneath him, your reactions heightening his own arousal. The eroticism of the moment was almost too much for him to bear; his breaths came faster, each one a ragged gasp, and his moans grew louder, filling the room with a symphony of lust.

His pace quickened, the urgency of his movements mirroring the escalation of his need. Every thrust, every squeeze of his hand around your neck, was a testament to the powerful connection you shared. The way he moved, the way he sounded, it was all a beautiful, chaotic dance of desire and dominance.

Jiseok's body tensed as he drew closer to his peak, his sounds becoming a harmonious blend of desperation and ecstasy. The sight of you, the feel of you, the sounds you made—it was all an intoxicating mix that drove him to the brink. His grip tightened slightly, just enough to send another wave of pleasure through you, his eyes locked onto yours with a fierce intensity.

In that moment, the world outside ceased to exist. There was only Jiseok, his need, his desire, and the incredible, electrifying connection between you. The way he looked at you, the way he moved with you, it was all a testament to the depth of your shared passion, a beautifully detailed tableau of pleasure and intimacy.

“Yeah?” you grunted, your voice a mix of challenge and desire. Deciding to take control for a moment, you bucked your hips upwards, meeting his pace with a deliberate force that sent a shockwave of pleasure through both of you. The sudden movement elicited a sharp gasp from Jiseok, his eyes widening as he seemed to teeter right on the edge of his climax.

Your actions spurred him on, pushing him closer to that precipice of ecstasy. His breath came in short, ragged bursts, each exhale a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through his body. The intensity of your connection was almost palpable, a physical force that bound you together in this intimate dance.

“You love it when you use me, huh?” you taunted, your voice dripping with a provocative mix of mockery and allure. The words seemed to resonate deeply with Jiseok, his expression shifting to one of pure, unrestrained need. The provocative edge in your voice only served to heighten his arousal, pushing him further towards the brink.

“Shameless boy,” you added, your tone a sultry whisper that sent shivers down his spine. The term of endearment, laced with playful reproach, hung in the air between you, adding another layer to the intricate tapestry of your shared pleasure. 

Jiseok's response was visceral, a guttural moan that tore from his throat as he bucked against you with renewed fervor. His eyes, dark with lust, locked onto yours, the connection between you deepening with every passing second. The way he moved, the way he responded to your taunts, was a testament to the powerful dynamic you both shared.

In this moment, the roles of dominance and submission blurred, creating a beautifully intricate dance of power and pleasure. The heat of your bodies, the intensity of your gazes, and the raw honesty of your words all combined to create a moment of unparalleled intimacy. Jiseok’s vulnerability and shameless need, matched by your confident control, wove together to form a scene of exquisite passion that neither of you would soon forget.

Taking advantage of Jiseok's dazed state, his focus solely on his own pleasure, you slid your hand between your bodies, fingers wrapping around his leaking, sensitive length. The heat and pulsing hardness of him filled your palm, and his immediate reaction was a sharp yelp at the unexpected contact. The sound was almost sweet in its vulnerability, a stark contrast to the mischief that had previously clouded his eyes.

In that instant, the playful defiance in his gaze was replaced by a silent, desperate pleading. His eyes, wide and dark with need, locked onto yours with an intensity that made you smirk. The power shift was palpable, his bravado crumbling as his desire took over. He was so, so close to finishing—that much was obvious from the way his length twitched and pulsed in your hand, his body betraying his imminent release.

Despite his earlier bratty behavior, you decided to grant him what he so clearly craved, though not without a touch of your own mischief. With a deliberate slowness, you began to stroke him, matching the rhythm he had set for himself. Your movements were precise, calculated, designed to drive him wild with need. The contrast of your cool control against his desperate urgency created a delicious tension that heightened the intensity of the moment.

Your fingers moved expertly, each stroke sending shivers down his spine, his hips bucking instinctively in response. The feeling of his hot, slick length in your hand, combined with the sight of his face contorted in pleasure, was intoxicating. Every gasp, every shudder, was a testament to the exquisite torture you were inflicting upon him.

As you continued, his breathing grew ragged, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. The silent begging in his eyes deepened, his lips parting in a wordless plea for release. Your smirk widened, savoring the power you held over him in that moment. The combination of his need and your control created a heady, electric atmosphere that thrummed with shared desire.

With each stroke, you brought him closer to the edge, his moans growing louder, more desperate. The friction, the pace, the sheer intimacy of your touch was pushing him to his limits. The sight of him, so undone and vulnerable, was a beautiful contrast to his earlier defiance. It was a dance of dominance and submission, a beautifully orchestrated performance that left you both breathless and yearning for more.

As he teetered on the brink, his eyes begged for mercy, for release. And in that moment, you knew you had him completely, utterly at your mercy. The power was intoxicating, the control exhilarating, and the pleasure, both his and yours, was a symphony of sensation that filled the room with a palpable, electrifying energy.

Jiseok's face nuzzled into your neck, his moans loud and unabashed as he sought the comfort of your closeness. The intensity of his orgasm wracked his body, sending shudders of pleasure through him as ropes of his release stained both his stomach and yours. The heat and wetness of it created an intimate connection, a tangible reminder of the pleasure you'd just shared.

As the last tremors of his climax coursed through him, you took advantage of his dazed state, swiftly shifting your bodies so you were on top of him. The transition was seamless, a fluid motion that left him momentarily disoriented. His eyes fluttered open, confusion and surprise mingling in their depths as he processed the change in position.

His bewilderment deepened when he realized you were still buried to the hilt inside of him. The sensation of fullness, combined with the unexpected shift in dominance, sent another wave of pleasure through his already sensitized body. You couldn't help but chuckle meanly, the sound a dark, tantalizing promise of what was to come.

With deliberate slowness, you began to withdraw, watching the emotions play across his face. The startled moan that tore from his lips was music to your ears, a symphony of need and surprise that only fueled your own desire. His eyes widened, a mixture of shock and anticipation as he felt you pull out almost completely.

Then, without warning, you snapped your hips back into him, the sudden, powerful thrust drawing another moan from deep within his chest. The sensation was overwhelming, the intensity of your movement sending sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. Each snap of your hips was a calculated strike, designed to elicit the most exquisite responses from him.

Jiseok's body responded instinctively, his back arching, his fingers clutching at the sheets as he tried to ground himself against the onslaught of sensations. His moans grew louder, more desperate, filling the room with the raw, unfiltered sounds of his pleasure. The way he writhed beneath you, the way his body reacted to every thrust, was mesmerizing.

You reveled in the control, the power you held over him in that moment. Each movement, each sound, was a testament to the depth of your connection, a beautifully orchestrated dance of dominance and submission. The pleasure was all-encompassing, a heady mix of physical sensation and emotional intensity that left you both breathless.

“Wait, wait!” Jiseok panted, his eyes wide with a mix of desperation and lingering sensitivity. “I’m still so sensitive, please!” Despite his pleas, his nails dug deliciously into the skin of your hips, urging you to stay inside him each time you attempted to pull away. The contradiction between his words and actions was intoxicating, a testament to the depths of his desire.

“Aw, is my shameless boy still sensitive?” you cooed, your tone laced with feigned sympathy as you pouted. The mockery in your voice was deliberate, a playful taunt that only heightened the intensity of the moment. Without hesitation, you picked up your pace, your movements becoming more deliberate and powerful. Jiseok responded by burying his head deeper into the pillows beneath him, his body trembling with unrestrained pleasure.

The sight of his exposed neck, so vulnerable and inviting, was too tempting to resist. You leaned in, attaching your tongue and lips to his skin, leaving a messy trail of kisses and licks that he loved. The wet, heated contact sent shivers down his spine, adding another layer to the sensory overload he was experiencing. His moans grew louder, each sound a symphony of pleasure that resonated through the room.

As you continued to thrust into him, you reached down, grabbing ahold of one of his hands. Guiding it with a firm yet gentle touch, you directed it towards his own sensitive core. The look in your eyes was stern, a silent command that left no room for disobedience. “Touch yourself,” you ordered, your voice low and authoritative. “And don’t you dare stop until I’m done with you.”

The combination of your firm grip, the intensity of your gaze, and the raw power of your words sent a thrill through Jiseok. His eyes widened even further, a mix of surprise and arousal evident in their depths. Obediently, he wrapped his hand around his own length, his touch tentative at first, then growing more confident as he began to stroke himself in time with your thrusts.

The added stimulation pushed him closer to the edge, his moans becoming more desperate, more pleading. Every movement, every sound, was a testament to the exquisite torture you were inflicting upon him. His body was a canvas, and you were the artist, painting a masterpiece of pleasure and submission.

Your lips never left his neck, the wet, messy kisses a constant reminder of your presence and control. Each thrust, each command, each touch, was a deliberate act of dominance, designed to bring him to the brink and keep him there, teetering on the edge of ecstasy. The power you held over him was intoxicating, a heady mix of control and desire that left you both breathless.

As Jiseok’s strokes grew more frantic, his body trembling with the effort to maintain control, you could see the raw need in his eyes. The sight of him, so vulnerable and desperate, was a beautiful contrast to his usual bravado. It was a moment of pure, unfiltered connection, a dance of power and submission that left you both craving more.

Though Jiseok was rendered speechless, his response was visceral. He nodded vigorously, his movements driven by instinct rather than thought. His eyes fluttered shut, rolling back into his head as waves of pleasure overwhelmed him. His mouth, parted in a breathless gasp, emitted a continuous stream of erotic sounds—moans, whimpers, and gasps—that filled the air with a symphony of raw desire.

The pace you had set was relentless, each thrust precise and unyielding. The rhythm of your movements was a powerful force, pushing him closer to the edge with every stroke. His body responded instinctively, bouncing beneath you with each snap of your hips, the force of your actions leaving him helplessly at your mercy.

You could see the culmination of his orgasm approaching, a visible wave of pleasure that crested before he even had the chance to fully experience it. His entire body trembled with the intensity of his release, the tension and ecstasy etched across his features as his senses were inundated with the overwhelming pleasure you had orchestrated.

Despite the overwhelming sight of his climax, you did not relent. The snap of your hips continued with unyielding precision, maintaining the rhythm that kept him on the precipice of his ecstasy. The relentless force of your movements only added to the intensity, ensuring that he was swept up in the powerful, unending wave of sensation.

As Jiseok's body was rocked by the force of your thrusts, the combination of his vocal responses and the visual impact of his pleasure created a scene of exquisite, almost violent intimacy. Each thrust, each push, was a testament to the power you held, a beautifully detailed expression of control and desire that left you both breathless and craving more.

Jiseok’s whines began to rise in pitch, the sound a desperate plea for respite as you continued, relentless, after his second orgasm. His eyes brimmed with unshed tears, a telltale sign of the overstimulation that left him vulnerable and overwhelmed. Despite his evident distress, he didn’t dare disobey; his hands, trembling with the effort, shakily tried to keep pace with the rhythm you set. Each quiver of his fingers was a testament to his surrender, an acknowledgment of your absolute control.

You kept your gaze fixed on his face, savoring the exquisite display of his unraveling. His expression was a mix of helplessness and desperate need, a beautiful contrast to the confident persona he usually projected. The sight of him so utterly undone beneath you was intoxicating, his whimpers and pleas a perfect accompaniment to the raw pleasure you were inflicting.

It wasn’t long before a third orgasm tore through him with a surprising ferocity, more intense and aggressive than the first two. The force of it was almost overwhelming, a powerful wave that left him trembling and gasping. This time, you allowed yourself to slow your pace, guiding him through the tumultuous waves of his climax with a deliberate, measured rhythm. Each thrust was calculated, designed to prolong his pleasure and deepen the intensity of his release.

As his body continued to writhe beneath you, the rhythmic pulse of his orgasm gradually subsided. His movements became more frantic, a clear sign of his need for relief. You watched with a mix of satisfaction and possessive delight as he squirmed, finally wriggling under you in a final, desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming sensations. With one last, deliberate thrust, you brought the relentless rhythm to a halt, your body coming to rest against his.

The room was filled with the echoes of his pleasure, the air thick with the remnants of his intense release. You took a moment to bask in the aftermath, your control and dominance etched into every breath he took. The scene before you was a testament to the exquisite power of your connection, a beautifully detailed tableau of desire and submission that left both of you breathless and spent.

He lay before you, a beautiful mess of flushed skin and disheveled abandon. His cheeks and ears were painted a deep crimson, a vivid contrast to the pale expanse of his neck and shoulders. His pink lips were parted, still gasping for breath as he struggled to regain his composure. The sight of him, so utterly spent and vulnerable, was a portrait of exquisite pleasure and surrender.

Yet, it was the adoration in his eyes that captivated you the most. Despite the chaos of the moment, his gaze remained steady, a soft, glowing warmth radiating from his eyes as they followed your every move. It was a look of profound devotion, a silent testament to the connection you shared. The sight was both endearing and electrifying, a stark contrast to the wild, urgent sounds that had filled the air moments before.

"You’re so good to me," he murmured, his voice a tender whisper against the lingering echoes of his earlier cries. The contrast between his previous loud moans and the soft, heartfelt admission was striking, adding a layer of intimacy to the moment. His words were a balm to your own exhaustion, a reminder of the depth of the bond you both shared.

A chuckle, full of affection and warmth, escaped your lips as you absorbed the sweetness of his confession. With a gentle, almost reverent touch, you leaned down, your movements slow and deliberate. You pressed your lips against his forehead, a soft, lingering kiss that spoke of comfort and reassurance. Moving to his nose, you placed another kiss, this one lighter and more playful, before finally capturing his lips in a tender, lingering embrace.

The kiss was a silent promise, a wordless declaration of your feelings as you melted into the intimacy of the moment. The softness of his lips against yours, the warmth of his breath mingling with yours, created a cocoon of affection that wrapped around both of you. In that shared space, amidst the aftermath of passion and pleasure, you found a quiet, beautiful connection that transcended words and left you both basking in the gentle glow of your shared intimacy.

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[jeremiah-fisher]

all my summers

—a the summer i turned pretty fic about first love, first heartbreak, and steven conklin ♡

「chapter four: better than the movies」

SUMMER

A sleepy and marginally dehydrated early morning version of myself stares back at me from a three-pane mirror. My shoulders are taut with exhaustive pressure, outwardly showcasing my undying wish for a cool bed and an extra fluffy pillow (and a humidifier for my skin, please). 

The only thing I truly have going for me is my hair, which, albeit unwashed, is having a phenomenal day pulled into plait braids over my chest. 

Over the past year, I began sharing my hair journey with my TikTok and Instagram followers, which resulted in an increase in audience and lengthened my hair beyond the short blonde-dyed bob it was last summer. It goes halfway down my back now, silky and healthy, often making me feel like Rapunzel, minus the unhinged mother. 

In a few short hours, the first official event for this year’s Cousins Beach debutantes will begin. Due to poor planning on my part – also known as, not refusing my mother’s request to pick up a shift at the surf shop yesterday evening – I am without a dress and fascinator for Afternoon Tea. 

On the pamphlet we were sent by the organizers, the instructions state that any range of soft, pastel colours are permitted. Any colours resembling what someone would wear to a Fall Out Boy concert are not. 

I already know what colour I want to wear – a dusty sage. The tricky thing is finding the perfect dress in such a colour. For the past hour, I have been sorely unlucky because everything I see around me is below average for my taste.

Corinne’s Closet is an epochal fashion stop in Cousins Beach. Corinne, who is long gone now, opened the shop in 1947, two years after the second world war ended. Her savings established the first shop – the one I’m currently standing in – in an effort to bring North Carolina back to life through a fusion of classic and modern fashion. And she was uber successful, too, considering the fact that her brand is now celebrated all around the country; and not to mention revered in Paris and Milan.

There was a point in my childhood when, before they took Dad from us, that I often dreamed of owning and operating a fashion line myself. Mom introduced me to her sewing age when I was around seven, and I had been hooked on watching her tailor people’s outfits for extra cash, wondering what it would be like if I could make something from my own imagination someday. After Dad, I laid that dream to rest, though the hobby still reigns in my heart. 

For now, any and all fashion ventures I take part in are carefully vetted for my online pages. I purchase all my clothes from ethical brands, and when brands send me items for promotional purposes, I have them pay me first. No ifs, ands, nor buts about it. I am nothing if not stubborn about my image. Especially when it often feels like the only thing I ever have to fall back on. 

I turn my body a little to the side, examining myself in the antique mirror again. 

The dress I’m wearing is drenched in tulle, piles and piles of it, it seems; and I hate it more than I want to admit. The sales lady had practically dumped it in my lap five minutes ago so I had no choice but to put it on. I can still see glimpses of her hovering around the vicinity, ready to prance at the chance to offer her assistance and make her commission.

“Hey, Viv,” I call out to my friend, catching her eyes in the mirror. Her body is tipped towards the device in her right hand. “How does this dress look from the back?”

Vivian sets her phone down and crosses one bare leg over the other. Her hazel eyes narrow on my back. “Not a fave.”

“Same.” 

“Try on something else,” she continues, picking up her phone again. Her nimble fingers fly across the keypad, assumedly to text her flavour of the week. Tourists in Cousins seem to increase in number each summer and my best friend takes great interest in the fact that in doing so, the probability of gorgeous seniors and sexy college guys vacationing sans girlfriends increases, too. Vivian was the first from the three of us to have her first kiss, her first over the shirt action, and the first to lose her v-card at the start of last summer when her and senior hottie, Jason Poole, hooked up in his stepfather’s Mercedes. He had even made it somewhat romantic by spraying vanilla on the seats and playing Ashanti on repeat. “We need you in something that’s gonna catch everyone’s eye.”

I hum, reaching back for the sturdy zipper as I step into the dressing room. “Why’s that?”

“I heard from Grayson that Steven’s working at the club this summer.” 

Two years ago, Grayson Yves was a senior at Cousins Beach High School. He ran with the jocks, though he wasn’t one himself. Because he was best friends with the quarterback, his status as a jock was awarded without merit and, Grayson being Grayson, reveled in the fact. So much so that it had convinced Vivian to give him a shot. He was her first boyfriend, though it only lasted four months. 

At the sound of my ex’s name, I freeze. I don’t mean to, and I probably shouldn’t, but I do. When it comes to him, so much of my body’s response is involuntary. I go to him, again and again, without rhyme or reason or any bout of reluctance.

“Hey, gimme a kiss.” 

I laughed, pushing his chest as he cuddled me closer. 

The two of us were under a tree, one of the few in the area. It was a big green hawthorn, and it was comfortable to lean against as the humid evening air swirled around us. Everyone else, seemingly on a date as well, was in a car with the air conditioning on blast. The end of July heat was a cruel way to go for anybody.

He didn’t have a car, but it didn’t matter. His best friend, Jeremiah, and his girlfriend, Daisy (although Steven said they hadn’t admitted their feelings to each other yet then), had dropped us off before they went to the boardwalk. He had brought me here to see Like Crazy because I had heard about it around town and I wanted to catch it at the drive-in. It was a long-standing Cousins tradition, and I had never missed it. Though, this summer was the first time I had ever come with a guy. Especially a guy I really, really liked. Maybe even loved. 

“Watch the movie, Stevie,” I said, a spark of amusement lit like a match on my tongue. “You might just learn something.”

He leaned his head down and pressed the bridge of his nose against the side of my face. Slow, flamed breaths cascaded from his mouth and pecked my skin over and over. I had to hold myself back from turning around and kissing him right then. I was drowning in him and he had no idea. 

“What am I gonna learn from a chick flick?” 

I couldn’t help it – I laughed again. I twisted around a bit to look at him. He was wearing a shit-eating grin that could rival the light of the moon above us. He was the cutest guy I had ever seen, and he was looking at me like I was the one who stitched the very same moon into the sky. “First off, not a chick flick. And second, there’s always something to be learned from art, you know.” 

“No,” he teased, setting both his hands on my face as easily as a person would pick up their cell phone; like it was easy, and normal. His mischievous gaze made my stomach swarm with a tornado of butterflies. If I was at home, I would sit and name each one. “I don’t know.”

“That’s why I’m telling you to pay attention,” I chuckled. 

I gave him a kiss. A short one, just to satiate him. He never tired of kissing. It was like a hobby he couldn’t bear being parted from. I had only kissed two boys before I met Steven, and I hadn’t cared for it much with either of them. 

There was Miles. 

He was my next-door neighbour. His window looked into mine and on more than one occasion growing up, I had caught him staring at me when I had the blinds lifted. He wasn’t ugly, so I didn’t think he was a creep for doing it, but I hadn’t wanted anything with him either. His mom was a nurse practitioner at the local hospital and she was always bandaging me and Aiden up. We all knew each other, but I think he wanted to know me differently. 

I kissed him on a dare. Vivian was convinced I wouldn’t do it because he was not my type. He was too quiet and reserved and he was always listening to music or playing online games. I wanted a guy who was the life of a party. 

But then it was Christmas and Vivian had said, “I double dog dare you” and the next thing I knew, I was asking Miles if he liked eggnog and planting my lips on his before he could answer. Neither of us felt that kiss very much. He was solid as a rock, and I hated that his lips were chapped. 

The other guy was Aiden’s friend, Nash. Nash was the complete opposite of Miles. He was loud, hilarious, and a complete thrill seeker. When I kissed him, it was him who initiated it. 

We were in his backyard and Aiden didn’t want me there. He never wanted me around his friends because they always hit on me and it pissed him off. He would rather I stay at home and bake cookies with Mom than roll a blunt with the guys. 

Nash had been trying to get close to me the whole night. At first, I refused his advances because I didn’t want to anger my brother more than necessary, but then Nash got a swisher in my hand, which apparently was the talk of the night since he had stolen a pack from his Dad’s office. 

It burned my throat so I stood up to grab a glass of water from the house, hoping Vivian or Astoria would go with me. Vivian was already in some guy’s lap and Astoria was hanging off the end of every word my brother was saying – and not even to her. 

I had just tipped my glass back when Nash wrapped an arm around my waist and pushed me up against the kitchen counter. He kissed me without warning and I kissed him back without thinking. 

It was a decent kiss. I could tell he knew what he was doing because he didn’t use too much tongue nor press into me too hard. He was almost gentle, in a way, like he was afraid to mess things up. I didn’t know if he had genuine feelings for me but I thought he could have, especially when he texted me the next day asking to hang out. I said ‘yes’ then canceled to film a new TikTok challenge. After that, he didn’t ask me out again and I didn't bother initiating another conversation. 

With Steven, everything was different. He wasn’t weird like Miles, and he wasn’t confusing like Nash. He was just… him. And he kissed me like he loved me. I think that was the best part, feeling his love. 

We had only been going out for a few weeks, but I knew. I knew whatever there was between us was something special. Special like the books Astoria loved and the fights Dad had with Mom about her secret candy stash even though she was diabetic. It was special because it felt like something I could keep forever.

Steven tightened his arms around me once more. I turned my head towards the movie again, trying to regain focus on the characters’ dilemmas when his voice collided with my hair, leaving it muffled. But even then, I understood each and every syllable he spoke directly into the binds of my soul.

“I think I love you.”

I stopped thinking. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do much of anything except move. I moved and crawled into his lap without a word, settling myself in his perfect embrace with watery eyes and a heart being swallowed up by the same love. 

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, hungry and desperate and so, so needy. I felt like I was on fire, like I wanted all my clothes off and my skin on his for eternity. I thought that if I didn’t, I would die. 

Steven kissed me back with a ferocity that matched the tone of my limbs settling into his, becoming his. He was meeting me kiss for kiss, moan for moan. We were in public and we did not care. If I wasn’t dead, I thought maybe I might have been in purgatory, doomed to stretch my hand out for a bliss which was just out of reach. 

“What, mm,” Steven moaned, his lips turning up at the corners as I started pressing desperate kisses to the skin of his collarbone after pulling his shirt to the side. As much as I liked his laid-back, summer style, I wanted it gone at that moment. “What… about the… mo–movie?”

I kissed him harder, breathing his breath, molding my skin to his, locking our bones together. “I don’t care. Just kiss me.” I lifted my head for a fraction of a second to meet his eyes. I smiled. “And I love you, too.”

I don’t realize I’m crying until the first tears slips from my eye and floods my cheek in a wave of anguish which claws desperately at my heart. I tear the dress off my body and allow it to drop to the ground, the periwinkle tulle a sea of coastal melancholy at my feet. 

The mini chandelier over my head shakes as another person seems to enter through to the dressing room beside me. I stay rooted where I am, my Chuck Taylors suddenly the most interesting object on Earth. I hardly notice that Vivian has gone mute. Not until the sound of her voice is coupled with someone else’s. 

“Oh, Vivian, is that you?” 

I lift my head to listen, my ears on high alert. 

“Hi, Susannah,” Vivian says, merrily. Her mother is a lawyer who works for the Cousins Beach Country Club. We had all met Susannah Fisher through her. In January, Vivian said Susannah called her mother’s personal line multiple times to go over her will. I didn’t know why, but it piqued my curiosity just the same.

“I heard from Joan that you accepted an invitation to be a debutante,” Susannah says, and even without seeing her, I can picture her smile with ease. There have been very few times in which I saw Susannah do the opposite. Her entire aura was positivity and light, wherever she went. “It will be so wonderful to see all of you at the ball.” 

“Mom’s really looking forward to it,” Vivian replies, and I can picture the smile in her voice, too. Susannah was the one who talked Joan into allowing Vivian to stay in Cousins instead of going to the British preparatory school her mother thought would “straighten her out” after my best friend stayed out late one too many nights and came home drunk. “I am, too.”

“I know it’s going to be a lovely summer. Here, let me introduce you to someone.” 

There is some shuffling and then, the door next to me opens again and I hear footsteps gliding across white, vinyl flooring. I pull my t-shirt and shorts off their hooks and put them on, bracing myself to face the company outside. 

“This is Belly,” Susannah says, and I stop short with my hand on the doorknob. “Belly, this is Vivian Dunsany. Her mother is my Executor.” 

The girls seem to shake hands and exchange their own “hellos” right before Susannah asks the dreaded question. 

“Vivian, is someone here with you?” 

“Oh, yeah, it’s just Summer. She’s trying on a dress, but she’s been in there a while.” 

This feels like a terrifying moment trapped in time. I do not want to move out of it, I don’t want to perceive it, and I certainly don’t want to understand what it means. I’m petrified and my feet are buckled to the floor. It feels unfair. I was not prepared for this. I didn’t wake up today thinking that I would have to face truths and pasts I laid to rest months ago. I didn’t wake up thinking I would have to be someone I hate being. 

Vivian looks at me like I’m nuts when I walk out of the dressing room, the tulle dress still in a heap on the ground behind me, my eyes fixated on the closest exit. I hardly stop to glance twice at Susannah. 

“Hi, I’m sorry I can’t stay and chat,” I say, plastering on a fake smile which I don’t worry about appearing the opposite. I catch a glimpse of two others close by and ignore them with everything in me. But even from the corner of my eye, I notice it. The similarities. The colour of their hair that matches his. His tilt of his mother’s unimpressed brow as I ignore her. “We have to go.”

I don’t wait for Vivian. I rush past all of them and out the door with my head swirling. I feel a headache coming on, a roar of something dangerously close to an agonizing night with Tylenol as my therapist. 

I go to my car and strap myself into the driver’s seat. Vivian steps in a moment later, her eyes full of questions. When she goes to ask one, I press a finger on the smart screen and play the first rap album which pops up. Lil Baby hastens through the speakers and I throw the car into drive.

[tideswept]

I was tagged by @yourfavoritefridge and am taking a page from @sendpseuds ('s) book and answering this while deeply compromised. Sober, I am not.

You have been warned!

1.) How many works do you have on ao3?

62!

2.) What's your ao3 word count?

800,347! (Ooh, big round number!)

3.) What fandoms do you write for?

Currently: Kingsman & Star Wars. (I really never thought I'd be in either of them but I'm glad I am.)

4.) What are your top five fics by kudos?

gold and pink and glittering: 498, Hartwin, E. I'm still surprised to this day how much people liked it. First smut in several years.

the lean and hungry type: 453, Obikin, E. First time getting to do alpha/beta, and written from around 11pm to 4 am and then another hour proofreading. I was mildly delirious, ngl.

offer a little salt for that wound: 463, Hartwin, E. OOH man I had this one in my head and wouldn't leave me tf alone. My plot bunnies aren't USUALLY visual, but this one was!

cold water on your tongue: 429, Obikin, E. Still surprised this one took off tbh! I had a lot of moments where the fic felt awkward to me and not worth salvaging. But I think it makes people happy, and god, I can't really ask for more than that!

somebody to lie in the dark with: 302, Obikin, E. That's the second time today I've typed something instead of someone in that title. HMM. (Sith-Wan, my darling!)

5.) Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do when I can! Have a pretty decent streak going, I think? I think I owe a really lovely commenter from like 5 days ago and nnnghh the guilt is heavy.

6.) What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Potentially empty spaces, empty phrases (Obikin) depending on how you decide the ending goes! But objectively: let me stay (TimJon).

7.) What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

oh fuck, who are you, the cops? (me, looking at my fics in despair)

I think the honor goes to cold water on your tongue. Everything else tends to end in a bittersweet or incomplete ("to be continued") kind of way.

8.) Do you get hate on fics?

Not outside of TMA. It's been absolutely lovely being in Kingsman / Obikin fandoms. I genuinely showed up here low-key scared for my life, and I've been shown nothing but kindness and support.

9.) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

Yes, and welcome to the first of the "UH IDK? [awkward shrug/hand wave]" questions because... I have no idea how to answer that. Like, what are the quantifiers here? Level of depth (NO PUN INTENDED) in how explicit it is, or what bits are rubbing against what bits, or like, if I specialize in any particular kind of smut (if there aren't pins for "I WRITE BDSM SMUT", I demand we print them) or— tldr: IDK. Vibe. The vibe kind. oh my god not vibrator vibe brain why are you doing this

10.) Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

Nope. I've thought about fusions, though! Like, I feel a fic where Obi-Wan is a Kingsman and picks Anakin as his candidate--maybe it was Qui-Gon's dying request still, and when Obi-Wan became a knight and a seat next opened up, he reluctantly said, FINE.

(Now I'm wondering what knight Obi-Wan would be. Gawain? The original version of him, not the vulgarized mythos of later romances. Which leaves Anakin to be Agravaian, which is pretty perfect tbh. I mean he could also be Mordred since they're all brothers)

11.) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup! Multiple times. It never stops feeling Not Okay.

12.) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of?

13.) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

Nope.

14.) What's your all time favorite ship?

oh fuck you are the cops.

Uh. tbh this is a really hard question until I asked myself: a 100k fic written by an amazing author: what pairing would you be more excited about? And my heart... my heart said Hartwin.

15.) What's a WIP you'd like to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Ahh, sadly the post-Vday canon divergence Hartwin fic. I'm told it stands on its own as is, though. So maybe that counts for something?

16.) What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea. You saw what happened during the smut question, I fell apart like a jenga tower! And that was a simple question!

Honestly though, I don't know. That I manage to carry enough vibes to be entertaining? That's pretty good.

17.) What are your writing weaknesses?

I will not clutch the camera and shove my face into it and whisper everything in a voice ragged with despair I will not clutch th—

18.) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Google Translate, my dearest friend. (Unless it's Spanish, I can handle that on my own.)

Granted, if I have a friend who speaks the language, you can bet I'm knocking down their door like a SWAT squad.

19.) First fandom you wrote for?

UH SO FUNNY STORY. I watched IT (the TV series) when I was like, 7. Was very confused for many reasons (partly because I missed the first hour) but also i was a Weird Child, and also Not American.

But! I didn't know it was based off a book written by a dude, so one day I just... started writing the story down in a notebook when I was 8. Because I figured I liked the movie (I assumed it was a movie at the time) so much, why NOT turn it into something to read?

20.) Favorite fic you've ever written?

Beholding's Own. Lightning-in-a-bottle kind of situation, 10+ year break from writing, and also re-entering fandom after said 10+ year long break. It's really hard to live up to that kind of fondness.

From new fics? the devil is a gentleman. I can't help it, this Obi-Wan and Anakin are hilarious. They are so dumb and yet so smart.

I'm supposed to tag people now for this, so imagine me throwing Your Candy of Choice at @irrationalsense, @veloursdor, @kingdomvel and @howlbrooklyn like a fastball. (And anyone else who'd like to do it!)

[7grandmel]

Blog Update - 04/02/2024

TL;DR - Google Form for rip requests and other anonymous comments is open. Link to it can be found on the blog's Pinned Post, which has been overhauled. Tagging system on daily posts has been vastly expanded with individual tags per ripper and more. "Media Player" has been scrapped - rips using tentative names are being edited per their official releases.

Hey everyone! Been a hot minute since I did one of these. I've wanted to make a post talking about the tinkering I've done with the blog for a while, but figured it'd be best to wait until all of it had been done. Well, now's that day - conveniently right as Season 8 of SiIvaGunner is rolling out, fresh out of the oven with Puyo Puyo day.

Let's start with the most recent, but most important change - I've opened a Google Form for requesting rips to be covered on the blog. Tumblr's default Ask box is mighty convenient for me, but over the months I've noticed several users troubled by having to start Tumblr accounts just to submit to the blog, even anonymously! You can of course still use the Ask box if you're a Tumblr user already, but now even non-Tumblr users should be able to request to the blog - or just leave anonymous comments! - completely hassle-free.

Next, to help promote this new request system and to accommodate for all the other changes made to the blog recently, The Pinned post of the blog has been given a pretty significant overhaul, alongside adding the current Eighth season to its per-season filtering buttons. I've done my best to also reword the main body of the post to more properly convey the blog's goals, and to help readers new and old navigate it easier. For instance, I've added descriptors of some of the tags that I use for the blog's contents, as well as links to said tags and their Archive views. Take a look around yourself if you wish!

I've been doing a lot more than than just explain the tags, however - you'll notice that the tags #high quality art and #epic flintstones have been added! To help make this blog the ultimate hub for SiIvaGunner activity on Tumblr, I'll be reposting fanart/official art and just various funny posts under these tags to feature on the blog! If you're only here for the daily posts, you're of course still able to use the prior mentioned navigation buttons on the pinned posts to only see posts tagged as #todays siivagunner. But what if you want to get more specific than even that?

Well, alongside retroactively tagging all fanart and shitpost reblogs with the two aforementioned tags, I've added a few more categorizing tags to all 490+ of the Daily SiIvaGunner posts - most notably, the names of every person credited per rip. This both makes it easier for myself to check how many times a ripper has been featured on the blog prior, and should help you find out more about your favorite rippers on your own! There's also some other miscellaneous tags added, such as tags denoting if a rip has visuals, if a post is covering multiple rips at once, if a rip is a Fusion Collab, and so on - I'll have a post properly denoting all of these tags up sometime in the future.

Finally, back in July of last year I described my thought process for how to handle rips that, due to lacking album releases, lack proper official names per the time of writing - alongside spitballing an idea for a post-navigation "media player". First off, I can say now after six months that I'm not moving forward with the media player concept, as fun of an idea as it was - I don't believe it offered much benefit over what can be done through just using the pinned post's links to begin with. Second off, though, a lot of the rips I've covered with tentative names, primarily rips from Season 7, have gotten official album releases, and thus been retroactively edited to feature their new official names. You can see an example of how this looks with Persona 64, which was previously titled I'll Face Gay Bowser. All mentions of a rip with its tentative name as featured across other posts will also be edited to feature their official release name.

Whew! What a big update! I've been having the time of my life with this blog in the months since the last Update, and the lack of updates here have certainly not been due to a lack of confidence in the blog - I've simply had too many ideas on what to do for them to be properly distilled to just one post! Hopefully this conveys everything I've been doing in the background of it all. If you have any feedback or other changes you'd like to see happen on the blog, please let me know!

[pocket-gems]

I'm genuinely unsure what to do with this blog. Like I do wanna post SU art and I reworked on my style, something I knew I was rusty but dang not that muchh. Here's a WIP of Blizzard to show that yeah I do stuff-

I'm just unsure I guess, unable to focus on the current SU world and so unable to continue. So, requests are open! Never thought I'd say it again but ages have passed so things are calm.

Request rules:

-My own SU ocs

-Random gems that don't exist (labradorite, dumortierite...)

-Fusions. Gay gay

-Idk man just nothing canon or others ocs, im tired of problems

-Gem donations (yes this happened before)

Just any kind of question, I appreciate it haha. It's just nice to see if anyone still shows interest. Spam allowed as long as it's no hate (assuming there's any edkhgdwihg).

I also really REALLY want to judge character designs now that I have kkknowledge so if anyone wants me to critizice your SU oc you can submit the gem. Or not, do what you want.

[theblueskyphoenix]

Next massive post we have for Court of the Kings is the Dragon King, Yusei! 

Yusei has become quite the scientist for Neo Domino City. Mainly in working on advancements for the city and trying to make life better for everyone. (And prevent any huge disasters like that ones he had to deal with.) He still duels on occasion in tournaments (mainly by Jack's request)  but for the most part prefers to duel with friends and most of the time is at his home lab with his family. He also runs a repair shop that's right under Aki's medical practice. (Handy to have a doctor and mechanic present when someone takes a spill during a turbo duel.) Yusei is always looking to the future and hopes to continue to make things better going forward.

Speaking of his family, Yusei is happily married to Aki and they have three kids. Himari, Koharu and Yuki Fudo. 

Aki, as mentioned above, have her own small practice that’s above Yusei’s mechanic shop. She still does work for bigger hospitals but opened a private practice when they had their first child. She wanted to be a good mother for her kids and to be there for them. She is busy as a doctor but she will always make time for her kids if she is able to.

As for the kiddos here is a quick summary for each of them.

Himari is a sweet young lady with a big heart and a sharp mind. From a young age she took a huge interest in mechanical works of anything. From small little gadgets to the D-Wheelers her family uses. She just loves learning how things work and is shadowing her father whenever she can when he's working in his shop. She's currently attending Duel Academy in Neo Domino. Her deck is a machine based deck. (Her Uncle Lua is proud.) She is also best buds with Ruby Atlas. (Jack and Carly’s daughter. Art for that family to come at a later date.)

Koharu is a quiet little girl. Doesn't really speak unless she has to and mainly keeps to herself. She loves reading books and is rarely seen without one under her arm. She has no interest in becoming a duelist and is more than happy to be a cheer leader for her siblings. She's attending Black Rose Academy.

Yuki is a very very shy little boy. Always clinging to his father or mother when he can. It takes a bit to get him to come out of his shell. He really loves Duel Monsters and wants to be brave like his dad he's just... Not there yet. He's more comfortable around Duel Spirits than people. He's being home schooled at the moment till they can get his social anxiety under control.

And that’s it for this post. Not as hefty as Fusion King’s buuut to be fair still working on watching 5D’s so some things are still a work in progress research wise for certain characters.

Anyways, hope you enjoy and I’ll catch you on the next post.

[moon-kitkat134]

Hi hello! Welcome to my page! Here’s a lil about me for those interested.

All my other socials:

For starters, I’m currently 23. I like to watch anime and binge nostalgic shows from my childhood (ncis and leverage being two big ones). I also enjoy reading and writing. I got my start into drawing by wanting to draw my warrior cat ocs back in middle school, and man I’ve come a long ways. I’ve had this account since highschool so feel free to look at my old stuff, I know I do! I’m a huge fan of LoZ, Gravity Falls, and FNaF if that tells you anything about my interests 😂😂

I get art block easily so if I disappear I either forgot to update my queue or I’m stuck- so feel free to drop a request!

I mostly draw feminine characters because it makes my brain buzz, though you’ll catch me drawing other stuff too from time to time.

I do sfw and some nsfw, and I do take commissions, though I’d prefer to stick to concept design when I can-

Speaking of concept design, I have a whole thing I’m working on right now where I take inspiration from Steven Universe characters and try to make a fusion from them. Don’t ask me why it’s giving me the happy chemicals when I haven’t sat and watched the show in a while, but I’ll take the inspiration lmaoooo! 😂

I like doing shop art too, I just have little motivation to past my own characters or friends characters, but I will draw them more if they get requested!

Dms? They’re conditionally open. If I’m getting a lot of spam at any point I may ignore them (scammy or rude kinds of spam) but other than that feel free to reach out with questions or if you ever need to vent to a stranger

Tipping? I have cashapp ($Repheric) and I haven’t set anything else up yet since I’m still a bit newer to this whole thing.

Safe space? Absolutely! I don’t do hate here to real people or issues, the worst you’ll see is me not enjoying my art or a character I drew, but I plan to keep this page free from being problematic, same with my main! Speaking of, it’s just a bunch of reposts from my timeline

That’s all I can think of for now, but feel free to ask if y’all have

[eyebeastposts]

July 2023 Update

Happy Blind Patriotism Month! Here's what's going on with my stuff.

Discord

Time for the monthly Discord invite. Open to all who don't mind hearing the ravings of degenerates like myself or are ones themselves: https://discord.gg/gPuXndbK

Upcoming Stories

I currently have two stories in the works based off of last month's polls. First up we have a feeder fairy turning her host into as much as a slob as herself. After that, will be the unholy fusion of a pig, a dragon, and Tharja from Fire Emblem. In addition to those, there's also the usual output of commissioned stories as they're finished. $3 and up Patrons will have early access to these stories as they come out.

Patreon: https://patreon.com/user?u=3751356&utm_medium=clipboard_copy&utm_source=copyLink&utm_campaign=creatorshare_creator&utm_content=join_link

Prompt Requests

The Color Wheel Bounty Prompt Request session is no longer accepting submissions. That being said, I'm going to keep pecking away at it until I manage to fill up. I'll go through some of the requests that have already been sent in, but I may make calls for specific bounties if I need some more ideas.

If you wish to make a writing prompt request that may or may not have to do with a specific color, there are two ways.

$5 and up Patrons can make weekly prompt requests: https://www.patreon.com/posts/july-2023-prompt-85325696

You can also donate to my Ko-fi in exchange for a prompt request: https://ko-fi.com/post/Ko-Fi-Prompt-Request-Guidelines-S6S2HGJCV

Story Suggestions

Submissions have opened up for $10 and up Patrons to submit story ideas for this month's poll. The deadline is going to be July 15th at 11:59PM CST, so make sure you get them in early in-case any adjustments need to be made.

July 2023 Story Poll Suggestions (Open to $10+ Patrons): https://www.patreon.com/posts/july-2023-story-85325848

Life Stuff/Miscellaneous Things

As of time of writing, I am unfortunately still unemployed. That being said, I've been able to get a grip on several interviews for more stable income while keeping myself in the green thanks to your support. As I keep applying to day jobs and writing various stories, I want to thank you all for helping me get through this rough time.

[mushroom-for-art]

First image transcript: Welcome to my blog! I'm Mush! I'm an adult artist currently hyperfixated on Pokémon (specifically mewtwo) I have Autism & Anxiety & I'm doing my best! He/She/They

Second image transcript: Currently I'm (Slowly) working on:

Art and story for my PKMN blog

Crackship babies (Requests still open)

I.Pokemon (Requests still open)

Inbox invasion asks

Espetwo comic

Free to use bases

Adopts

Au art & stories

& Other side projects & designs

Third image transcript: If you like my stuff please [Heart/like] + [Reblog symbol]! Tags + comments make this all the more worth it! My inbox/Asks are open (with anon on!) But please be nice, rude/out of context remarks are seen and they hurt. Please don't steal or use my designs/ideas or concepts! Cause that really sucks!!

[rebelpeas]

hello. do you like blorbo? do you like aus? do you like putting your guy in brand new worlds and situations?

well great news. the alternate universe exchange will give you EXACTLY THAT. the gist of how it works is: you pick from a pre-established list of fandoms and characters, and a pre-established list of au options, and you hand both of these things to your gifter and say “pretty please?”

do you dream of third life scarian as space pirates? what if the origins smp characters worked at a renaissance faire? maybe you don’t even care which characters star in the show, but you HAVE to see a qsmp hell’s kitchen fusion. all of these ideas and SO MUCH MORE are possibilities in the tagset, right now. (with more to be added - as of writing this, there are multiple dsmp nominations waiting to be approved.)

please sign up i wanna write mcyt

MORE INFO UNDER THE CUT!

SCHEDULE:

Nominations Open: Friday 16 June

Nominations Close: Saturday 24 June

Signups Open: Wednesday 28 June

Signups Close: Sunday 9 July

Assignments Deadline: Saturday 26 August

Works Reveals: Saturday 2 September

Author Reveals: Saturday 9 September

“dee my blorbo isn’t on the list :(“ you can nominate them!! go to the tagset, make sure you’re signed in to ao3, and click the nominate tags button. from there, you’ll be able to request up to 6 fandoms, up to 10 relationship tags per fandom, and up to 20 freeform au tags.

“okay, dee, but i don’t really have time to write/draw that much this summer…” fair and valid and you do what you need to do. however, the minimum is only 1,000 words or whatever you consider to be a single completed piece of art, with a deadline of august 26th. sooo doable, right? 👀

“dee this looks so fun but i have no idea how to sign up for an ao3 exchange i’m scared” I WILL HOLD YOUR HAND. you can dm me you can send me asks you can cry on this post and i will tell you all you need to know. promise

these are the current available mcyt tags (again, dsmp tags have not yet been approved, but i know there’s at least 15 of them waiting to go through):

and if you’re not really into mcyt these days anymore but you still wanna join in the fun - don’t worry. there’s a lot of other fandom options. trust me.

exchange. you know you want. get your blorbo now

[ikementally-deficient]

Alpha Reader(s) Wanted!

I’m looking for an Alpha Reader(s) to help me out with two stories in my Ikemen Sengoku: Iron Chef Sengoku universe. Please feel free to reblog if you think your followers might be interested.

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku, modern AU fusion with Iron Chef - fandom-blind readers are welcome, see General notes

What do I need? I am looking for feedback on plot points, story structure, and general cheerleading to get me going again. Especially appreciated would be anyone open to voice chats on discord or other platforms to talk through things in real time - I benefit greatly from Rubber duck debugging and it’s even better if the rubber duck talks back.

I’ve never worked with alphas or betas before, so this might involve a bit of a learning curve for me. I work in google drive and will share a commenters-access document with you.

I appreciate frank feedback. As long as you’re not deliberately mean, and you’re willing to explain your negative feedback to me, I’m pretty thick-skinned. Even if your feedback upsets me, I promise to take notes and sit with it until the upset passes so I can take it objectively.

That said, the Shingen/OFC story I need help with is coming from a pretty personal place, emotionally, and I might be more married to some aspects of it than I realise.

I absolutely plan to credit my alpha/beta readers publicly unless requested otherwise. 

Timelines: I don’t really have a set timeline for finishing either fic aside from being frustrated with my current lack of progress. I’m not committed to a posting schedule, but would prefer being able to talk with my reader(s) at least once every week or two for a couple of hours.

Contact me: You can DM me on tumblr as @ikementally-deficient, or on discord as GottabeKD#7725. I live in the Eastern timezone and work ‘normal’ business hours. While I’m online pretty much constantly, involved conversations or voicechats are best for evenings and weekends. 

General notes: Because this is an alternate universe to the original canon, no in-depth knowledge of the Ikemen Sengoku universe is required. If you are coming in fandom-blind, I can easily provide you a context summary and a chart of the canon characters’ relationships as I’ve translated them to this universe. 

The canon characters are intended to be consistent with their in-game portrayals (with appropriate updates to a modern setting). The only exception is Kenshin, who is a cis woman in this universe (cis man in canon), with the same yandere personality (she is only a supporting character in these two stories, so that aspect will probably not come up much).

I don’t believe either of these stories contain any triggering elements - the Shingen/OFC story does contain a blind date with a throw-away character who gets physically aggressive, but the POV character is rescued before any harm is done. The Masamune/MC story contains a lot of dirty jokes and innuendo, plus allusions to the characters’ implied sex lives, but no on-screen sex or graphic violence is planned. There are no non/dub-con elements in the main relationships.

For examples of my previous writing, you can check out my stories on AO3 or my writing tag on tumblr, which includes small ficlets and head-canons that never made it over to the archive. If you’re interested in alpha reading the Shingen/OFC story, I specifically recommend reviewing Oncoming Storm (explicit first-time virgin smut), or Advanced Entomology (explicit smutty smut with some dark psychology). 

ICS Season 1

I put the first chapter up on AO3 about three years ago, wrote two more chapters, and then got sucked into real life things and didn’t touch it again until a month ago. I’m still very excited about the story and have been re-plotting and outlining, but I’m having trouble with the actual writing part.

Rating: General/Teen audiences

Genre: Heterosexual Romance, cooking competitions

Summary: Date Masamune owns a restaurant in Tokyo and is invited by his former mentor and investor, Oda Nobunaga, to join a revival of Iron Chef as Iron Chef Japan. Masamune reluctantly agrees after seeing the audition tape of Mizusaki Mai, a baker and line cook who works to integrate and publicise Ainu culture in her cooking. He is attracted to Mai, but hesitates to act because of his own emotional history and their positions as rivals on the show. Complicating the issue is the other competitor, Mouri Motonari, who has his own attraction to Mai.

Length: My finished chapters are clocking in around 25 pages right now (8-9K words). This was originally planned as a 9 chapter story, but may end up giving or taking a chapter. Currently chapter 1 and 2 are written, chapter 3 is progress. The chapter posted on AO3 will probably be altered when the work is completed.

What do I need? Bonus points for anyone with big thoughts and lived experience in minority cultures, as Mai is half-Ainu in this continuity. I am fully open to being told my representation is inappropriate or insensitive and updating it to do better. Also you should probably enjoy cooking shows, since at least a third of this story involves me blathering on about food.

Iron Chef Sengoku Season 1 Untitled side story - Shingen/Original Female Character

This is a side story taking place in the same universe as the above, but not related to that plot. I've kind of gotten stuck up my own ass with overthinking and desperately need some tough love/encouragement

Rating: Explicit - heterosexual sexual activity in the climax (heh) of the story. Smutty, but vanilla. 

Genre: Heterosexual Romance

Summary: Akiyama Maki, a divorced mother of one, is getting back into the dating scene at the urging of her best friend Sumire. It’s not going great. Dating with a small daughter is hard, and Maki’s insecurities from the breakup of her marriage (and the general crappiness of dating) is making it harder. But her best friend’s friend Takeda Shingen is just so supportive, and nice . . . 

Length: Currently about 5K words, I suspect the finished work will be somewhere between 10-15K. 

What do I need? Bonus points for anyone with female experiences of divorce, pregnancy, and body/sexual insecurity; this OFC and story grew out of some of my own ambivalence about and after giving birth. The themes of this story are very personal to me.

[govindhtech]

FHIR + HL7 Magic: Elevate Your Healthcare Apps and Data

Mastering FHIR + HL7 Integration

To manage their everyday processes, latest healthcare providers depend on a vast network of partners and a diverse range of apps and data. Their success depends on their ability to integrate these apps and data, which enables them to provide effective and efficient patient care.

Due to the sensitive and complicated nature of the data involved, the healthcare sector has fallen behind even with the advancements in data transformation and integration technologies that have enabled quicker and simpler data transmission between applications. The fact that some healthcare data are still transferred in physical format actually prevents providers from taking use of automation and integration.

Describe HL7

A set of international standards called Health Level Seven (HL7) was created to address this issue. A group of technology and healthcare professionals called Health Level Seven International developed the standards, which were first launched in 1989 with the intention of improving hospital workflow assistance. For the purpose of enhancing interoperability in healthcare, HL7 has offered a common set of patient traits and clinical events.

The FHIR Standard: What Is It?

HL7 has been updated to the Fast Healthcare Interoperability Resource (FHIR).

The FHIR protocol establishes guidelines for the interchange of healthcare data, encompassing the transfer of medical records across various computer systems, irrespective of their storage type. Electronic health records (EHRs) and electronic medical records (EMRs) can be exchanged via an application programming interface (API), which is described in the FHIR standard along with data components, communications, and document formats. Since FHIR offers open APIs, continuous real-time data sharing is made possible.

What advantages does FHIR offer?

Even if a patient uses many plans (many payers utilizing numerous EHRs) and sees multiple physicians in various healthcare organizations, FHIR makes it easier for them to manage their treatment. FHIR standards provide a comprehensive picture of patient information to enhance overall care coordination and clinical decision support by establishing a single, unified personal patient health record that combines data from various formats. More efficient, individualized, integrated, and economical healthcare options are advantageous to everybody.

What distinctions exist between HL7 and FHIR?

FHIR employs popular web standards including RESTful APIs, XML, JSON, and HTTP and pulls on earlier standards like HL7 Version 2 (V2) and HL7 Version 3 (V3). FHIR is more efficient when REST APIs are used since they let data consumers request information on demand instead of having to subscribe to a feed that shares all data, regardless of whether it is needed right away (as was the situation with previous HL7 versions).

Mobile apps, cloud-based communications, EHR-based data sharing, real-time server connectivity, and other applications may all be utilized using the HL7 FHIR REST API. Software developers may create uniform browser-based healthcare apps with FHIR, enabling consumers to access clinical data from any healthcare system on any device or operating system.

FHIR offers out-of-the-box compatibility and is simpler to understand and use than previous iterations. Different architectural strategies that can be utilized to obtain data from a contemporary or old system are also permitted under the FHIR standard.

Is HL7 and FHIR compatible?

Organizations should switch to FHIR to take advantage of the new approach for health information data interchange, even if it is compatible with HL7 V2 and CDA standards. Nonetheless, a lot of providers continue to use older iterations of the HL7 standard, so some IT teams aren’t sure if they need update or rework their current apps to support HL7 V2.

Fusion with IBM and FHIR

Without requiring the rewriting of current programs, IBM App Connect can convert HL7 to FHIR in both directions. It can transfer medical records between systems, including an EHR functioning as an FHIR server.

A specific version of IBM App Connect designed for the healthcare sector is called IBM App Connect for Healthcare. It provides pre-built patterns for intelligent routing and transformation of FHIR. The ability of the patterns to transform FHIR into any other format gives healthcare companies the chance to take use of the advantages of FHIR and investigate cutting-edge integration techniques, such as event-driven architectures. With IBM API Connect, health IT providers can establish, administer, protect, and socialize FHIR APIs, expanding the reach of these resources for a variety of use cases.

Read more on Govindhtech.com

[pokemon-ash-aus]

I've got two questions. One, if the fusion requests are still open, the Weather Trio (Rayquaza, Groudon, and Kyogre) combined with Mewtwo.

Two, may I color in these fusions in my downtime, please? Lineart credit will go to you.

Fusions are closed currently, but, go ahead and color any of these if you’d like! If you want a transparent vers, just DM me ^^