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𝐂𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 (s.jy)

[NSFW] Can't Help Myself - jake x f!reader

𓂃۶ৎ [ 제이크] You and your boyfriend are very close and both have a very healthy relationship. He's very attentive despite having a busy schedule as an Idol. You always tell each other everything like open books in front of each other. But you keep one secret from him.

٠࣪⭑ cw/tags: smut, dom!jake who likes to tease and sub, needy, desperate f!reader. established relationship. stright up porn, face riding, fingering, masturbation, unprotected sex, rough sex, dirty talk, soft overstimulation, p in v, multiple orgasms, a little humilation? pussy eating, teasing, squirting, fluff, aftercare, mdni.

٠࣪⭑cw: 5.5k

where your boyfriend finds out you've been reading unholy things about him! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

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If there was something you loved to do was to scroll on Twitter to see what your boyfriend was doing. It wasn't in a controling way, more in a teasing way. You loved saving certain tweets just to tease him or make fun of him later. Today wasn't the exception. Jake was out with the members, bowling or something, he mentioned in the morning.

You opened the Twitter app as you laid in your bed, having your own fan account and all, with lots of followers and mutuals that would never imagine who's sleeping by your side every single night. You scrolled, interacting with some posts from now and then but nothing really getting your attention. Your stomach flips when you see it: a little ad. an app. an app you knew very well. Tumblr. It brought the memories back immediately and made you bite your lips, nervously, indecisive.

The Twitter app almost closed by itself because of how fast your fingers moved across your screen to find it. There it was, the app that held all your fantasies for years. You closed your eyes. Not only because the thought of it was incredibly embarrassing but because you've had it for a while now, behind Jake's back.

You installed again about a month ago, with a solid, healthy purpose. But oh, when you logged back into your old account and all those fantasies recieved you, you couldn't help it. You read through it, Jake was out that day. Your cheeks burned when you saw all the new filthy things your boyfriend's fans were writting, some accurate, some total delusion, and some a little tempting. But the thing is, you kept doing it, coming back to that app whenever you found yourself alone, sometimes out of boredoom, sometimes just to chill but always ending in the same situation: getting yourself off to fantasies of your own boyfriend.

You scrolled.

Carefully, calculating, keeping it together, for now.

A title catched your attention That Damn Nose. Your stomach did the thing, that delicious little feeling, making you squeeze your thighs togethet. God, you were so embarrassed. But you couldn't help it, you clicked on it, hands a little shaky, and you start reading. You knew you shouldn't be doing it. It was stupid, and you knew you didn't need all this fantasy when the man was literally yours. But your fingers almost moved by themselves.

It happened the same way a month ago, like your hands were possessed. And it kept happened, multiple times after that, just like today. Something would remind you the app was there, that your little fantasies were in that cute little box. All with your boyfriend's name on them. You bite your lip, you miss him.

You keep going, you can feel your own body heating up at the thought of your own boyfriend doing what he was doing in that fanfiction. You whined, softly, almost inaudible, like a prayer, followed by a gasp. You laid back, arching your back a little, your eyes glued to your screen. Shivering, shaking, whining softly. The mere thought of Jake touching you right now burned you from inside out. You squeezed your thighs, fighting it, thinking you could just wait til he was back to seduce him and make him fuck you good without telling him the reason you were so desperate.

But you were way more desperate than you thought. Jake knew this about you, you were so damn sensitive and needy for him. God, you wanted him to be here right now, why was he out with the members anyway. You read a little more, oh the writting was so good and so fucking accurate. That little fan was describing Jake so well, rough but soft, hungry, wild. He was just like that, with you, because he was yours. And it makes you blush even more, the fact that you've been doing this behind his back, for no reason, when he's out, when you miss him, when you need him. Knowing you could just call him, knowing his voice would get you off in seconds.

"God." You whine softly and your hand slides down to your tits, nipples perking, small and soft. "God, Jake—"

You try, you really do try to ground yourself. You could wait, you could just sit there and wait for your man to be back. He'd give it to you with no hesitation. But you're a needy little thing. You can't wait, you can't help yourself. Your hand slides down, before you know it, sliding under the waistband of your shorts and you hiss at the wetness. You're soaked and so are your panties.

So easy, so sensitive, so needy and desperate. No, you can't wait for him, you never can. You need it now. You're halfway the fanfiction, in the middle of the scene where Jake is eating the reader out like a fucking animal, just like you know he would in real life. You arch your back at the tought of it and finally pull your panties to the side, caressing your clit. You moan, loud, no one will hear you.

"Oh, God." You moan again caressing the little bud. You were so wet, so sticky, so perfectly ready for him. You wanted to call him and rush him home, a part of you wanted to wait for him but the needy whore in you just wanted to cum. Your fingers slide down your folds, easily, with a little obscene sound that only turns you on more. Your lashes flicked, wanting to read a bit more. The mere mention of his nose made your stomach flip deliciously again and you shove your fingers in, moaning loud.

Warm, so warm and wet, and thight for him.

"Oh Jake! Yes, yes, yes." You whisper, so fucking lost in the feeling.

You push another finger in, deeper, curling both of them, hitting that sweet spot Jake likes to hit when he's the one using his fingers on you. And again, the memory makes you arch your back, gasping, chocking on a moan. You can't read anymore, your hand is moving desperately, dumbly chasing for that high. Your fingers move fast, deep, desperate, moaning, gasping, dropping your phone and fisting the bedsheets. His name escapes your lips again, and again, and again.

So good, so damn good, not him, but still so good.

"Jake, baby— I miss you." You say desperately, like he could hear you. "Oh, please." You beg, like you always do for him. Imagining his reaction, knowing he goes feral when you beg him to make you cum, when you beg him to move, to go faster, to go deeper. It hits you like a fucking tidal wave. The orgasm. Making your legs shake, cursing through it.

"Oh, fuck!" You say, shaking. You remove your hand from your shorts, fingers wet in your cum and your forearm cramping. "Lord..." You whisper to yourself, staring at the cieling, blushing. "Dumb." You murmur in a whisper, spent, squeezing your legs like your pussy haven’t had enough of it.

Your body tenses when you hear the door open. You have no time to react before Jake is walking in. You quickly hide your phone under your pillow but he sees you, he's fast, he doesn't let anything slide, not with you.

"Hey baby," he says, casual, sweet, lovely, but he can sense something is wrong. He raises an eyebrow. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing, just reading." You try to sound calm, but you know he can hear the little roughness in your throat from moaning his name just monutes ago.

"Yeah?" He hums walking towards the bed. "What were you reading, mmh?" He sits at the edge of the bed looking down at you. You stare back, taking in his pretty features, those brown eyes that are slowly darkening, and those round pink lips, and that damn nose. "I'm talking to you, baby"

You snap out, a knot in your throat. He places his hand on your thigh. Oh, fuck. You shiver, not usual, not if you're in your normal state. He smirks. Oh, he knows, he might not know what you were reading but he for sure knows what you were doing. He knows you too well for your own good.

"Missed me, baby?" He asks, cocky, smirking like he owns you. And he does.

You nod, why would you lie. You know lying to him about this is useless when he can see the way you squeeze your thighs together, how your hips rolled up slightly when his hand moved higher, and that damn blush in your cheeks.

"Oh, my love, doing it all by yourself?" He says, fake pitty. His hand moves a little higher, you gasp and he smirks wider, the corner of his lips curling up in that attractive way that drives you insane.

"Did you cum?" He asks bluntly and you nod. He tsked, disapproval. You know he doesn't like it when you touch yourself all alone. "Without me, baby?"

"I'm sorry" You say softly, feeling small. You knew him, he wasn't gonna let this slide. "I couldn't help it"

"Oh yeah?" His thumb draws circles on your thigh. "You must've been so desperate, baby, so wet, mmh? Like always, so wet for me." And you nod, shamelessly. He had this weird control over you. You couldn't lie to him at all. "What got you so wet, baby?" He asked biting his lip. "What could possible turn my girl in such a little mess when I'm not even home?"

He reaches for your phone under the pillow, almost not giving you time to react but you grab his hand. "Jake" You warn. "Hands off." He warns harder, making you weak, but you keep holding his hand back. "Jake I—"

"I said hands off, didn't I? Mmh?" God he was so strong without getting physically involved.

"Baby, don't, please." You beg, but his eyes are hard on you.

"I'm not gonna ask twice." His voice isn't hard though, it's soft, way too soft and still having a heavy pull on you. You hands weaken a little and his finally reaches your phone, briging it up to his face. Your face burned, God, he was reading it, all the filthy things you had in there. He sticked out his tongue, biting it against his lower lip whike the corners of his lips curled up. Fuck, the view only made your body heat up again.

He hummed, the sound going straight to your pussy, pulsating, making you squeeze your thighs. "Oh baby, you know you could call me when you miss me and I can make you feel good." He chuckles. "Why this instead?"

"I—I couldn't help it." You say softly.

"Just like always." He finishes. "You couldn't help it, you had to get off while reading horny fanfictions about me, huh" He teased, God, you wanted to smack him. "How wet?"

"Huh?"

"How wet are you. I know you're probably soaked, you always are for me." And he was so right. "Let me see" He doesn't let you do anything, his hand is already sliding in your shorts, making you gasp instantly. Silence, like he's in shock, but he isn't really, he's just extremely turned on now. "Jesus. You're fucking dripping." You hiss, because he presses his finger on your entrace through the fabric of your panties.

"Lord, baby, do you want me to eat you out that bad?"

You whine at his words, unable to hold back anymore when his hand is shoved in your shorts and that cocky smirk is on his face. "I asked you a question" His finger presses harder and you arch your back but he uses his free hand to hold your hips down.

"Baby I was just— I'm sorry, I missed you, yes, I—"

"Couldn't help it." He finishes your sentence. "Like the little filthy thing you are for me. Always so wet, not able to walk around me without getting every pair of panties that you own soaked."

You moan. You moan because he was right. You were a mess around him, couldn't control it, he had that effect on you. One look, one slight touch, and your pussy was already soaking your underwear. He knew you, he knew how sensitive and desperate you were and how easy it was to turn you on.

"You still want more." He whispers. "It isn't enough, huh" He leans. Fuck his scent, that damn expensive perfume he recently bought. He notices how he affects you and chuckles mockingly. "You're so pretty when you're this sensitive." He licks his lips, biting them. "I bet you want me to move my fingers" He says it with a mocking tone, teasing you but he doesn't move them. "Oh I bet you want me to shove them inside your precious pussy, mmh? I bet you want them deep, soaked in your own juices"

Your stomach flips at his dirty talk, you loved when he talked dirty. You arch your back again trying to move your hips against his fingers but he doesn't let you. "But do you even deserve that? Do you think you deserve that treatment from your boyfriend when you were jerking off to fanfictions of him?" He drags the words, really driving you insane, you little composure runing out. "I guess you could just read those and get off..."

You hold onto his shoulders gasping softling, almost sobbing. "Jake, baby, don't do this" You beg him like it's the end of the world the fact that he's deciding whether touching you or not. "I just missed you, baby, please, please...I won't do it ever again"

Jake stays silence, fuck he loved to see how down bad youwere for him. There's fire in his eyes. "How desperate" He says, chuckling and leaning lower, his nose nuzzling your cheek. "So cute when you beg"

"Jake—"

"Shhh" He nuzzles your jaw, his hand still in your shorts, not moving, torturing you. "Tell me, out of all those fantasies you got in that app, which one you want me to do the most right now"

Jesus, his question got you literally shaking. He noticed and pressed a kiss to your jaw. "Easy, I'm not doing anything yet"

"Baby— Go down, please" You say, tripping at your words, agitated, needy, digging your nails in his shoulders.

"I do that almost all the time, princess" He says smirking, chuckling.

"Please, Jake, I need it" You beg softly, still feeling his hand in your shorts but not moving it.

"God, you have a thing for it, don't you?" He buries his face in your neck, pressing kisses on your neck, not soft, wet. His tongue draging around that portion of your skin, making you whine. "You love having my face in between your legs, mmh? You love it when my nose and tongue do all the job"

"Jake, please." You beg again. "Please." So soft, so sweet, melting him.

"Fuck, asking so nicely, my love." He says and kisses your chest. "So good for me, mmh?"

You arch your back again. If his dirty talk wasn't enough to turn you on, there was his gentle dirty talk. When he said filthy things in your ear in the most lovely tone, gentle and sweet like he was talking about love. That drove you insane every single time.

Jake moves quick after that, pulling out his hand, his fingers tugging on your shorts and panties, taking them both off in one go. He looked down at how you squeezed your legs.

"Oh look at you" He says, laughing softly. "So fucking desperate"

"Jake—" You're about to beg when he forces your legs open with his hands. Pussy exposed, glistening with your recent orgasm, almost dripping into the bedsheets.

"Jesus" He whispers. His mouth waters, his eyes sparkling. His favorite treat on earth, all messy for him. Right in front of him. "Fuck, baby— Oh God"

If there was something that made Jake weak was your pussy. Jake ate you out like a god. He ate your pussy like it was oxygen for him, like he needed to survive, like an animal, starving, wild, desperate. Just like you had a thing for his nose, he had a thing for your pussy. Perfect match, some would say.

He leans, immediately smelling your arousal, it killed him in the best way. His tongue darts out, hanging, making your legs shake in anticipation. He presses a kiss on your clit, his hair teasing and tickling your thighs. He hums, sending vibrations through your body. You whine softly, his tongue sliding up and down your wet folds. His lips wrap around your clit, already swollen and sensitive from your first orgasm and you let out a sharp moan. Your hand reaching out, your fingers wrapping in his hair.

Jake moans against your pussy, satisfied, like he was the one receiving. He loved eating your pussy. There was not a single time he would refuse. Ever. You arch your back whispering his name breathless when you feel his tongue in your entrace. His tongue goes in. Warm, deep, while his sharp nose presses on your clit. It drives you insane, making you pull on his hair. He groans at the pain that only adds to the preassure building up in his pants.

"I could do this forever" He murmurs, you can barely hear it but you know that's what he said. "Fuck, come here"

Jake pulls back, you can see his hardness in his pants, his cock straining, begging to be freed. But his attention is all on your pussy right now. He pulls you up by your wrist and lays down. You immediately get the hint and crawl on him. He looked so good beneath you. Your heart pounding has you carefully lower yourself. He's too impatient. His tongue darts out, waiting, while his hands go to your hips and his fingers dig in your flesh with such a force that both of you are sure it will leave bruises.

He can't wait, like a starved dog. He pulls you down on him, making you fully sit, putting all your weight on his face. You moan, feeling his nose rub on your swollen clit.

"Oh, Jake—" You moan sharply unable to control the movement of your hips. You start rolling them on his face, grinding, feeling his wet tongue fucking your hole and his nose sliding in between your folds.

You loved riding his face. Something so attractive and sinful in the way he looked up at you while he was laying down. He had a fire in his dark eyes like he wanted to devour you whole. Your hips shift, like a jolt of electricity was cursing through your body. Oh you're so close to mess up that pretty face of his and he knows it because he doubles up his efforts.

His hands hold you down, pressing you against his face and helping you rub. Your moans become sharper, talking a little nonsense, you're at the verge of your orgasm and you forget that what your riding is his face. Your hips move at a desperate rate on his face, not gentle, rough on him, chasing it, until you do and it's the best feeling you both have felt. Your body almost collapses but he rolls you over, staying between your legs and laps up all your cum, licking you clean.

"Fuck, baby, you taste like fucking heaven." He murmurs breathy and presses his face on your pussy. Not moving or doing anything, just resting his face against it like your pussy is his comfort place. You caress his hair a little. He loved that. "You did so good" He says softly and your body shivers at the praise.

He looks up and quickly crawls up your body, hands on each side of your face. He smirks, his chin covered in cum and he kisses you. Deep kiss, charged with feral, primal need. His teeth tease your lips, his tongue darts out licking yours, making you taste yourself and then his lips move to your neck.

"What else?" He asks, his voice rough. "What else have you been reading. Tell me"

You struggle to speak, still shaking from your orgasm. You're embarrassed and he notices. He pulls back, grabbing your chin. "Tell me"

Oh that tone again, so gentke but clearly, so demanding. His hand slides down. "You're such a messy thing" He says grabbing your pussy, cuping it, full hand. And you moan, still sensitive. "God, you really were masturbating to all that? Since when, mmh? For how long?"

"Jake—"

"I'm not mad, baby. I just wanna know for how long has my girlfriend been jerking off to me" He says mockingly.

"A month"

His body tenses, he is mad. The problem wasn't really you reading. More like the fact that you never even once told him you wanted him to do something. What made him mad is how you waited 'till he was gone and ended up like that.

"Why?" Before you could talk he continues. "Couldn't help it? You have no self-control when it comes to me? Not even a little comon sense? You're just a whore for me? Just like that?" His fingers slide between your folders, it's a little torturing, you're beyond sensitive. "I love and hate that thought"

His fingers slide in, easy, you were so wet from your orgasm mixed with new arousal. The way he called you a whore only made you wanna get destroyed by him right there.

"God, the thought of you needing me so bad that you just had to touch yourself..." He says it like it's a fantasy of his. "But why the hell are you doing that, mmh? Never though of telling me?" His fingers move harder. He was mad yet turned on by the thought. You don't even try to understand, that's just how he is. Besides, you're just shaking and whining beneath him.

"You're a fucking mess, you could've told me" He says as he buries his face in your neck while his fingers move roughly. "You know I'd come home and fuck you all night if you asked me to" His fingers just move faster when he hears you moaning loudly. "Fuck" He whispers kissing your neck feeling his hand getting wetter.

You're so stimulated that you can barely think properly. "What a mess" He whispers. "Fuck I swear to God..." His voice sounds rougher, with anger. "I'm gonna fuck you till you forget your own fucking name, you hear me? He asks with a smirk. "I'm gonna fucking ruin you tonight"

That's all you needed for you to explode. You hold onto him, scratching his back through his clothes. Your pussy explodes, squirting all over him, yourself, and the bed. You cry out a moan, teary eyes, unable to stop and he covers your mouth, not to shut you up but to demonstrate how much power he had over you. Then he presses a kiss on your forhead.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good, baby" He whispers pulling back, Hands to his pants. You pant, he's not letting you catch your breath. His pants are off in seconds followed by his shirt. The view of his bare body in front of you made your pussy throb again, hips rolling up unconsciously. "Fuck, you're such a whore" He whispers and you love it.

"Oh, Jake" You moan and he chuckles.

"You love that, don't you? When I call you a whore" He leans down, his naked body pressing against yours. "Isn't that what you are, darling? A little whore who can't help it but get wet at the mere existence of her boyfriend"

You moan at his words and he bites his lips, hand back in your pussy. You shake, you don't think you can handle it again if he doesn't even let you recover first. "Say it" He whispers, thight circles on your sensitive clit. "Say you're just a fucking whore"

You cry out, moaning, mumbling, his fingers press harder. And you nod dumbly. "Yes, yes, baby, I am" You moan. "I'm a whore for you, baby, yes, yes"

Jake nearly cums at your words and leans to kiss your cheek, it's a tender kiss compared to the way he's treating you right now. "Want me to fuck you, darling? You sound so desperate, of course you do. You can't wait"

You moan when he opens your legs settling between them and his hard cock slides up your folds. You moan again, this time scrating his back. Jake hisses in pain and it just adds to the pleasure. He buries his face in your chest, grabbing one of your breats in his big hand and taking the other one in his mouth. You arch off the bed as he starts rocking his hips, getting his length soaked in your slick.

"Fuck, you're so wet" He murmurs nibbling on your nipple and leaving dark marks around it.

"Jake, Oh my God" You moan, feeling desperate to have him inside. "Jake, baby"

"What?" He says roughly but instinctively kisses your neck softly again, like he can't allow himself to be that harsh with you. "Can't wait? Want me to shove it in already?

"Please"

That shaky, teary plea is all it takes for him to take his cock in his hand and shove it inside you in one go, almost leaving you with no air in your lungs. He gasps too, your warmness wrapping around him in such a prefect way. He buries his face in your neck as he starts thrusting, deep and slow at first. His movements making you scream immediately scratching his arms.

"Oh, fuck" You whine, unable to form coherent words at the moment and he smirks against your skin.

"You like that?" He aks and purposely starts thrusting harder, his hips smacking against yours now and all you can hear in the room is the sound of skin crashing against skin and littke cries mixed with gasps.

He doesn't really let you talk, he's going hard, still a little mad. Jake doesn't usually goes so hard on you, but God he can feel his blood boiling whenever he remembers you just choose not to tell him whenever you were needy. He'll show you how good he can make you feel. "After tonight, you better fucking delete that app"

You feel like he's breaking your body from the way he's fucking you. His hips slam against yours, relentless, and you just hold onto him, letting him absolutely deatroy you. Because it doesn't really matter how hard he was going, you liked it, you know you'd let this man destroy you all night if he decides so. You hold onto his arms feeling your orgasm fluttering closer, making you moan louder, his name joining the mix of noises that fill the room and with one last thrust your body shakes beneath his, orgasm hitting like a tidal wave.

"Ahgh fuck" You manage to say before Jake pulls back. He doesn't pull out, he kisses you deeply. Feral, wild, his teeth taking your lower lip in between them, making you whine. Then he pulls back completely, sitting down and grabbing your hips, lifting them off the bed. "Jake!" You scream when he starts thrusting again. The angle only making it easier for his cock to go deeper. "Jake—"

"You can do it" He groans, his hair stuck on his sweaty forehead. "You're gonna take it" His fingers dig in your hips painfully while he thrust into you.

Your body rocks back and forth at the rythm he ser while your tits jiggle. Jake's eyes focus on them, his heart rate increasing at the view and his hands aching to grip them. And he does, his hands gripping your tits hard while he keeps fucking into you like an animal. You scream scratching his arms. "Jake, baby I ca—"

"You can" He whispers, breathless. "You're gonna take it like the fucking whore you are for me"

And there you go, cumming again at his simple words. Squirting on his cock, making a mess of his lower body. His hands lands on your neck, you moan. He never does that, he doesn't like it, but he knows you do. Your eyes roll back into your head as you try to get yourself together. His hips twitch, he isn't done. You moan, knowing he can least long as hell. It excites you and scares you at the same time. He leans down for another wild kiss before pulling out and turning you around effortlessly. Face down, ass up.

He looks down. Your pussy looks like a mess and it makes him wanna bury his face in it but he holds back on that and shoves his cock back in. His hands on your hips while his start moving again. You moan against the bed, so fucking wrecked that you feel like you'll lose your mind at any second.

"Fuck, you're a mess, God, I kove it" he says lost in the feeling of the orgasm that's about to hit him. He holds back, just wanting to wreck you a little more. His hips move relentlessly, and he leans forward, hand in your lower back, pressing you down on the bed. He groans at the noise your pussy makes with every thrust he gives.

"Fuck, Jake I can't—" Your legs shake again, you're over the edge, way too ovestimulated. "Baby, please! Please" You beg, only pushing him closer to his orgasm. He leans forward, his chest pressed against your back.

"Fuck, baby, I love when you beg, you sound so fucking wrecked" He murmurs, his voice weak, he's about to cum. "Cum again, darling, I know you can do it" He says against your ear. "One more for me, princess"

Oh the way he suddenly started talking gentler, he's definetly back to himself. He can't keep up that dominant attitude forever, not when he's a softie for you. You cum, at the way he keeps whispering you to do it in that needy tone. He's waiting for you do it so he can let go. You moan softly against the bed, he grips your hips thighter when you cum, feeling how you shake. Tears roll down into the bedding from the intensity. And finally, he gives in, cumming inside you. You feel his cock twitching inside, thick cum filling you up for way too long.

Jake falls down next to you, eyes still trying to focus because he can't see anything at all. You sob against the bed, no energy to even turn around. You're wrecked, shaky, overstimulated and your body can't really take anything more. Jake's heart drops when he hears you sob, and he immediately pulls you closer. You sob against his chest, not that you didn't enjoy, but you enjoyed way too much. He kisses the top of your head.

"Shhh, you did so good, baby" He whispers reassuringly. "It's okay, I'm here, I've got you" He hugs you thighter and smiles when you start calming down. "That's it, that's my girl"

You whine softly against his chest and try to move closer searching for that comfort that he always provides you. Jake caresses your back, drawing soft circles in it and pulls back a little.

"You okay?" He asks and smiles at your little nod. "That's my girl" He whispers.

"I'm sorry for not...telling you" You whisper softly and he just shakes his head.

"Shh, just get rid of it" He whispers comforting you. "I'm not mad at you, baby, I just love you so much and I hate that you didn't even tell me whenever you needed me"

"I'm sorry, I don't know why I didn't aither"

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Jake is humming a song while caressing your stomach. You're lying on your back, with your phone in your hand right after unstalling the app. He kisses your shoulder softly, looking at your screen while you do other stuff on your phone. He nuzzles your shoulder and you smile knowing he's for sure back to being sweet and lovely and unable to hold back his love for you and his need to be touching you even in a non-sexual way.

"Baby" He says softly but serious. You hum indicating him to continue. "I'm serious, tell me when you feel needy, I'm here for you, I will never deny you anything. Even if I'm out, I'll fucking run back home if you need me to"

You chuckle. "I guess I didn't wanna disturb you when you were out with the boys"

Jake groans. "Baby I'll go to the end of the world and back for you, stop messing with me."

You feel like your heart is going to explode at his words and you just turn around and kiss him softly. His lips quickly following your rythm. A slow loving rythm as his body settles back on top of you and you let him. Because even if you're tired, you'd do anything for him, you'd let him ruin you over and over again. He places gentle kisses on your neck and whispers, leaving a fuzzy sensation within you. "One more?" And you nod against his neck making him giggle. "You got it, love"

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torlibram · 2 days ago

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Let me tell you something. You know, while I have your attention, what with the chains and everything. And before you start planning your escape: yes, I have a tendency to monologue, and yes, I am still very much alive and well, and yes, those are the desiccated bones of the previous set of heroes to try what you did. So hush a minute and listen.

Have you ever thought about why I set myself up like this? About what my eventual goal is? I'm not Evil with a capital E, I'm just painted that way by those with a vested interest in the status quo. Seriously. The big wigs at the Ministry want me gone because I am a challenge to their rigid thinking and blinkered mindset.

It was all my parents fault, really. They had it in their heads that I was going to be the greatest wizard ever, head of the Ministry by the age of twenty-five, all that nonsense. So they had me reading runes before I could read ordinary Westling. I could conjure air spirits at the age of five, if you can believe it. Oh, mock all you like, I could do it.

They tucked bits and pieces of regular education in around the magic stuff wherever I had a spare minute. Nine, sometimes ten hours a day, six days a week from the moment I was old enough to hold a wand.

I never knew any different, of course. I never had time to go out and meet kids my age. I never knew what it was like to be normal. It was memorising spells and learning techniques and practicing gestures and fifteen uses for newt livers in everything from poisons to phantasmal conjurations. It got to me, I won't lie. All I ever wanted back then was to make them proud.

It ended when they wanted to do the grand unveiling. Revealing their protégé to the unsuspecting world. Sending me off to the Invisible College to wow the staff there and start my ascent to greatness.

It all backfired when I met my fellow students. They were just starting out. They couldn't have summoned a wet fart after a big curry. I didn't believe it at first. How could they have gotten a place at IC without the merest cantrip to their name?

Some time in the library showed me what my parents had done to me. To my life. The rage that gripped me when I realised that everything had just been for their benefit: so they could be the gracious, smiling, loving parents who had helped their darling boy achieve the greatness for which he was so clearly destined.

I stuck it out for one semester. Used that time to get everything I could from the library, every advanced technique and spell that the undergrads aren't supposed to know even exists. I picked the brains of my tutors, too. Oh, don't look at me like that, I don't mean literally. I asked some leading questions and learned where to focus my research is all.

Then I left. My parents got all upset about their son disappearing and there were searches by the King's men, but I was well away to the north.

I got my start with a troll. One of the old fashioned lads from up in the mountains. He jumped out from under his bridge and demanded a toll. I offered him a few castings of a sculpting spell I knew, help repair the bridge a bit, and before I knew it, I had an actual friend. First one in my life and it was a troll! Talking to old Belag, I saw the rough deal that he and his people got and I thought "I could really stick it to dear old mum and dad if I start championing the little guys, the underdogs."

So that's what I did. After Belag and his bridge, there was an orc tribe going through a constitutional crisis that I happened across at the right time to get myself installed as the new chief's adviser. From there it was straightforward to nudge the tribe into better trade relations with neighbouring tribes, better treatment for the slaves that did the agriculture (which meant better crop yields and less lashing-to-deaths) and so on.

King Knob-Cheese, excuse me, King Nhobesh, the orcish turn of phrase does tend to rub off on you, was against all this, of course and so sent out adventurers to end the "orcish threat". My magic saw them off before they had their swords out. The next lot managed to get half a sentence of self-righteous declamation in before the acid storm took them, but I saw the way things were going. I advised the chief to pack up and move north of the mountains to make it harder for the King's men to find us. Took a lot of arguing, but I got him to agree in the end. He finally admitted he didn't want to end up with his head on a pike and rallied the tribe to move out.

Setting up this side of the mountains was tricky. The local tribes didn't fancy a bunch of southerners moving in, so I had to crack a few heads by levitating damn great boulders over them before their deputies saw sense.

After that, it was plain sailing. The northern tribes got the hang of things quite quickly and evolved into socialist communes inside a decade. Belag had a word with his cousins, who talked to their friends the stone giants and we had this place blocking the major pass to the north practically before the King knew there was anything going on. I was kind of specific in the design of this fortress. Yes, we want to keep the men of the south out, I said, but we should keep the option to open the way wide to them if they ever grow up. And so grew the tower of Broad Door.

Look, is all this history boring you? Because we can go back to the injecting molten lead into the marrow of your bones if you like? That's more the Ministry's sort of speed, isn't it? No? Ok, tell you what: you seem to have a halfway sensible head on your shoulders, unlike some of your erstwhile comrades. The northern collectives can always use a sensible head with a good sword arm. I'll turn you over to our recruiting department and they can show how much better life is this side of the mountains, what do you say?

Why? Because there is no better revenge, nothing, than knowing that my dearest mummsy and daddikins have to disavow all knowledge of their son, that my every act will shame them in the eyes of their peers, that I have subverted so many alleged heroes to my cause by just common sense and social justice. When I think of the ulcers I must be causing them because they can't bring themselves to admit the Dark Lord of the North is their fault, why it warms my heart on the coldest of nights.

Learning magic is an arduous journey, requiring sacrifice and dedication. Your parents made you give up your childhood to study magic—only after completing your studies do you learn that most other mages actually choose to start in adulthood.

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adaonline · 3 days ago

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spoilers below cut

This is going to be scatterbrained, though I've tried to put my thoughts together cohesively enough. Sorry in advance.

Rewatching chapter 1 and realizing that the two students who discovered the cold lockers are the first and last ones out respectively honestly shook me to my core. The same way my heart sank when I realized Mai predicted her own death in her interview

"I think she'll go running around upstairs, fall through the floor, and die like an idiot."

Chapter 5 was incredible, and proved just how much care and attention was put into this project. Every decision was made for a reason, one small change, one different survivor or one missed opportunity and chapter 5 can't happen. It's a car crash in slow motion. Everyone's actions, everyone's words, every time someone made the choice to reach out to one another or put someone else down culminated into creating the chapter 5 killer.

We still don't know what Yonekura's end goal is. What purpose the killing game serves, but I do have a idea.

I think Hasegawa Ken was the intended outcome.

I think Yonekura is studying the exact science of how to make a monster.

After finishing Tetro Pink I was left with a pit in my stomach, a sinking sense of dread and horror that I've only experienced interacting with one other piece of media, and that was House of Leaves - and if you've ever actually read that book, you'll know that is high fucking praise.

It's the sense of existential dread felt by Ken, the dawning horror for both him and ourselves as he becomes aware of the medium he's in. Sure, he may not have broken the fourth wall in the most literal sense, but he got a peek through the curtain and caught of glimpse of the grand plan.

And do you know what's all the more terrifying?

He saw something we couldn't.

It's the fact that he knew the names of future participants before the next game even began, despite there being no way for him to ever find that information. It's the fact that he knew his every move was being watched and he used his own universe's medium to trick us, the supposed all-seeing eyes behind the screen, and manipulated us exactly how he manipulated the other students. It's the fact that he's a game show contestant realizing he's in a game show, and deciding that if he's forced to be on camera, then at least he'll give the viewers an experience they'll never forget.

Hasegawa Ken is a character that will go down in Fangan history, no doubt, and his very existence as a self-aware character scares me to the core.

#tetro danganronpa pink #tetro pink #fanganronpa #hasegawa ken #Von Babbitt you absolute madwoman

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alwaysless · 2 days ago

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The worst part of this is that from their point of view Duke and Montresor are right to try to kill the leader of the opposing team.

Keep in mind that Monty suggested bricking Lenore right after the last meal dinner when it turned out that there was only one life. They already knew that Lenore was a charismatic leader who easily attracted people and even without her spectre she was capable of doing impossible thanks to her bravery and ingenuity. It makes sense to eliminate such a rival before she manifests because with a spectre Lenore will be absolutely invincible.

I think Montresor's shenanigans were one of the reasons why Annabel prevented Lenore from ringing the bell so much (if not the main one). He saw at once what Lenore was capable of. Annabel couldn't risk confirming his expectations. Lenore was already a know threat.

As for Duke, I can't see any reason to blame him for trying to get revenge. Petty perhaps, but still fair.

Lenore and Annabel just didn't have any good counterarguments other than "THAT'S MY WIFE YOU IDIOTS"

That's why I always thought Annabel's plan to play rivals was dumb. They literally unleashed their teams against each other. Why couldn't Annabel just pretend like she barely knows and doesn't care about Lenore, like she did in the maze 😭 Why did she have to play Heather Chandler the next morning 😭😭😭

#kinda inspired by my earlier post about duke and montresor`s similarities #nevermore #nevermore webtoon #nevermore webcomic #nevermore lenore #nevermore annabel lee #nevermore duke #nevermore montresor #lenabel #white raven

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hedwig221b · 3 days ago

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stiles and derek body swap fics?

sure thing

Fuzzy Logic by Sparseparsley

Derek and Stiles switch bodies because of wizard reasons and Stiles just wants to know what that awesome scent is.

I'm Lost In You by matildajones

He knows he should move but a part of him still feels paralyzed. He has clear feelings of not being able to move his body, of not being able to even blink. “Oh my god,” Stiles says, and he clambers to his feet, feeling dizzy. He easily finds a mirror in the room and then the most gorgeous eyes stare back at him. They’re a sea-green instead of the normal brown that he’s used to. He’s looking at his soulmate. -- Stiles wakes up in his soulmate's body, on his twenty-second birthday, with blurry memories of the past year. Derek doesn't wake up at all.

Your Body's My Body by derekstilinski

Derek and Stiles get body swapped… Interesting things happen.

Under My Skin by Renmackree

In his defense, Stiles wasn't even trying to find his way into the supernatural tonight. He had gone to a normal party at Danny's after their summer Lacrosse practice , met a normal girl who seemed interested in him, left with her to go to her normal apartment in the hopes of having normal sex for the first time. But, then again, when has anything normal happened to Stiles Stilinski?

Might Not Make It Back by GotTheSilver

Bodyswap. Because of the fun.

Yours, Mine, Our Body by christinchen

Stiles wishes Derek could see things from his perspective. His magic decides to grant him that wish. Literally.

Trust Fall

Stiles is fairly certain that a case could be made for every bad thing in his life coming back to Peter Hale. This time it's pissing off a powerful witch, who retaliated by swapping Stiles and Derek a la Freaky Friday, because sure. That makes sense. Um, there are GPAs on the line, not to mention the whole thing where his dad wants to shoot Derek on sight. Except who he sees as Derek is actually Stiles, and Stiles did not sign up for filicide. Great. Wait…does this mean he's the Alpha until they figure this out? Holy. Shit. Derek had stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a few minutes trying to control the panic as he saw himself as Stiles. As the loud mouthed human friend of the pack. He was going to kill Peter. He was going to kill the witch, then he was going to kill Peter. Maybe even resurrect him again just to kill him all over. They were going to have to play this cool. They would have to stay calm and focused. Which is of course why the universe threw him into this situation with someone who physically couldn't be calm and focused. Of course.

it is so quite new a thing by sheafrotherdon

In the last, lazy moment before he opens his eyes, Derek realizes something is wrong.

i feel you in every heartbeat by warlock (sapphicblight)

Suddenly his entire body felt tingly and sensitive and he could swear gravity had failed on him just then; he couldn’t feel the chair he was sitting on, or where he’d planted his feet on the floor, or the clothes he was wearing, or the pen he was holding, and then his vision started blurring and morphing into a picture of some place that was not his classroom. “Oh, shi—” “—it,” he finished with a different voice. Or, the AU in which, on their 22nd birthday, a person will switch bodies with their soulmate and is left to figure out whom they're temporarily inhabiting, and how to get back to each other. But because Stiles is Stiles, he forgets that it's his birthday, and the bodyswap takes him by surprise.

if i was you and you were me, we'd still be us by thoughtsandthings

"Derek,” Stiles said slowly. “Why do you look like the evil twin version of me?” “Go look in the mirror.” - After swapping bodies, Stiles and Derek walk a mile in each other’s shoes and learn a lot about each other (and themselves) in the process.

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I was in 7th grade and accidentally saw most of the coverage live in class. Everyone was afraid and confused that day. I was a pretty patriotic kid, I believed we were a great country because our freedoms were protected and celebrated. What happened in the next seven years broke my belief in the system.

I also saw immigrants doing their best to live as our neighbors swept up in xenophobic outbursts.

I saw the PATRIOT Act pushed through despite the outsized attack on our privacies.

I saw performers who refused to fall in line with whatever the government wanted to do have to disappear for a decade.

I saw a quick in and out "we will be greeted as liberators" invasion of Afghanistan turn into a decades long debacle that ultimately ended with a belated yet rushed exit that left a vacuum that allowed everything that changed for the better because of it to be swept away overnight.

And I saw a completely unrelated country invaded for exaggerated reasons just because the folks running the executive branch weren't satisfied with how things ended the previous time we were in Iraq and they knew nobody would stop them if they found a way to make it about our safety.

I don't think the 9/11 attacks were manufactured, but they sure were milked to hell and back by a group of conservatives who literally came in with a playbook that admits they probably couldn't get much of it done without a new Pearl Harbor.

This is the only valid use for death of the author.

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Whew okay this might get long but I'll try to share all the details I remember.

So I last month I finally got my long term housing after being displaced by the Eaton Fire in Altadena and it's Highland park. So my friend was like let's explore the area a bit so we did dinner and then walked to a bar that was close by. We were there for a bit and I noticed this huge crowd walking in and then I made eye contact with Anirudh. I realized he looked familiar but growing up in L.A. means he could be an actor or someone you went to school with. I decided to go to the bar just to see. I thought he and his wife had gone to like a 20's themed party or something. I managed to squeeze up to the bar, the whole party had taken up this one corner and a seat opened up like right near there so I snagged it. I realized it was Anirudh when I sat done because sitting like ten feet from me was Ryan and I fully locked eyes with him. Then I realized the person next to me was Kenny and then Traci walked right behind me and sat next to him. I made my friend abandon our table and sit with me at the bar. We just drank our drinks and chatted with each other because I'm not the type to bug anyone. Lou came by later and hung with some crew people a little ways down the bar because it was so crowded. Oliver literally wandered in from the back like thirty minutes later. He said that he didn't realize it was so close and had walked super far past it. They were there for like an hour and the whole time were making plans to go to Traci's and she left to get her place set up. I can't believe how casual they were being like literally yelling her address to crew people who were not close but they were all a bit drunk! It was also fun seeing just them having a good time and hanging out as friends. It is clear that the crew is well loved and treated great by the main cast.

Some crew guys came in and saw Kenny right at the bar and was like how do you always manage to get up there first. But he ordered drinks for everyone who couldn't get close.

Anirudh is so pretty in person his skin was flawless

Oliver made friends with these two people when he came in and brought them over to introduce them to everyone because the guy said he was a fan. I got the idea they were industry adjacent because the girl said her friend had been a guest star and Oliver literally invited them to the after party!

Also Oliver didn't seem to be drinking but he was so flirty with everyone haha but not in a gross way just in a way natural way (also the girl he met thought he was South African and he said he got that a lot)

Oh and when some crew were leaving one of them said they were picking up alcohol for the after party and Oliver offered to give them his credit card to pay but Traci had already made sure they had money.

Unfortunately Ryan was the furthest from me but they all did have to walk by me so that was exciting. But when they were leaving Ryan stopped by every group and table that had spread out in the bar and made sure to say goodby to everyone. He didn't leave until he had chatted with everyone still there.

Also Ryan took off his page boy cap at the bar and his hair was perfectly mussed and sweaty. And his stray curl kept sticking to his forehead.

Everyone in the crew was so sweet. I chatted with a few while we waited for drinks just in the way you make friends with people at the bar. Okay that's everything I remember. Haha I promise I did not try to be creepy but they were just all so close and after the rough few months I had this was just the highlight of my year so far. Whew this is long!

...and that's what you missed on Glee!

first of all im so sorry you lost your home but im glad you at least are in long-term housing now!!! (said this in my other ask but i know so many people who lost their homes in the palisades and altadena and it's been...so so so rough on them so i hope you are doing ok 💕💕)

and yay what a fun exciting night!! i love LA for many reasons but randomly running into celebrities is always just such a fun little perk especially when it's someone you genuinely like are a fan of. and i totally changed my mind you should have said hi im a fan, at least when they were on their way out! (that said i dont think i ever actually went up to a celebrity when i lived in LA...most of the time im like they probably do NOT want to be bothered while they are like enjoying dinner at this mexican restaurant or whatever). and you don't sound creepy at all! you were just sitting there!!! sounds like they were having fun 🫶🫶

#sibyl answers #swiftiesisters14 #also thank you for bestowing this beautiful story on me 🩷#also if i misunderstood and you DONT want this on my blog i will delete 🫡

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aussie-engene · 2 days ago

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Best Friend!Niki x gn!reader

Best friends to lovers

Fluff

Warnings: teasing, reader calls niki an idiot (in a teasing/loving way), one kiss

You and Niki have been best friends from kindergarten. You were the chaotic duo that everyone loved watching. You always fought (still do), but not in a serious way. Mostly over who would get the last piece of pizza or who would choose the movie. You would always tease each other in every given chance, and the other would immediately fire something back. It was daily life now. Wake up, fight, sleep.

You both had eachothers apartment keys for 'just in case something happens'. Well, based on that, something happened every day because you always used it. You'd come back home and find him on your couch munching on your snacks, or he would find you playing video games in his room.

Today was no exception. You went to his apartment while he was away. You kinda got cold, so you went to his closet and took one of his hoodies and wore it. It was huge on you since he was really tall. You instantly felt warmer, and you could smell his characteristic perfume. Everything smelled like him, and you loved it. Wow wow wow you what? You narrowed your eyes at your own thoughts. You loved something about Riki? Nahhhh that can't be... right? You shrugged it off and went to the living room to watch a movie.

After a while Niki came home. He already knew that you would be there at this point. "Y/n I'm home!" He yelled from the doorway

"Hi~ How was your day?" You sat properly on the couch waiting to see his figure

"You have no idea how tiring it was! Firstly I-" He stopped in his tracks and looked at you with shock

"What? What's wrong? Is there an insect? A mouse? What is it? Don't scare me!" You were now standing on the couch because based on his expression, there was something frightening in the room

"H-huh? Um no no there's...nothing there..."

You threw a pillow straight to his face

"*bam* You scared me idiot!"

"S-sorry, I didn't mean to..."

"You seem weird... what's up?" You raised your brow and looked at him with suspicion

"Ughhh nothing!" He answered way too quickly

"Okay..."

You were getting confused. It wasn’t like him. Yeah, he was weird but not like that, but it was 'best friend' like weird. This was just weird with the original meaning of the word. You didn’t push him anymore, tho.

He went into his room, and you continued to watch the movie. Once it ended, you decided to go to his room and tease him a bit.

"Riki~" You slowly entered his room only to find him laying on his bed with his phone

"Mhm" he didn't look up from his phone

"Hey! Look at me!" You put a pout on your face in hopes he would look

"Why should I?" Still nothing

You were getting annoyed, that's why you practically jumped on him and snatched his phone away

"Hey! Give it back!" He tried taking it away, but you pulled further

"Not until you tell me what's wrong." You were searching his eyes to see any hint of what was wrong

"Nothing's wrong, now give it back!"

"Nope!"

"Ughhh fine you wanna know what's up? You drive me crazy that's what's up!"

You were confused. 'I drive him crazy?'

"What do you-"

"You go around walking in my house, with my hoodie literally hiding all of you acting all innocent!"

"Huh? Riki, what are you talking about?"

You didn’t know what was going on. You had never seen Niki like this. You couldn’t read his expression. It wasn’t frustration nor teasing. It was something new.

He looked in your eyes and calmed himself down

"You're not helping..."

"Riki, don't talk with rhymes!" You wanted to know what was bothering.

"Y/n...look...I like you...a lot...more than a friend. I thought that I had it under control, but when I saw you in my hoodie, I couldn't help but think about how you would look like in it every day. How you would like in my arms... I know that you don't feel the same, but I couldn't keep it in me anymore. If you want to end our friendship, I get it, but-"

Before he could continue, you smashed your lips onto his, making him gasp.

You pulled away and were overwhelmed by all of his words. Your best friend and your long-time crush that you never wanted to admit liked you. You couldn’t stop smiling while he was in pure shock

"I like you too, you idiot!"

"You what?!?"

"Are you deaf or what?" You chuckled "I like you...more than a friend..."

He smiled down at you, and he swore that he was the happiest person alive.

You loved seeing each other happy, and that's what made your relationship even more pure and filled with love.

#enha #enha fluff #enha imagines #enha x reader #enhypen #ni ki #enhypen niki #enhypen riki #riki x reader #nishimura riki

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mixelation · 2 days ago

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i dislike a certain genre of post that goes like this: "everyone is complaining fanfic characters do [behavior] too often.... well guess what sweatie, real people do that. check MATE i am very smart" but then the complaint isn't that no one does [behavior], it's that not everyone is out here doing [behavior] and so it does not usually make sense that every single fanfic character does it

the most recent post i saw about this was someone refuting the observation that "fanfic characters are too good at identifying scents" with "well, I'm really good at recognizing scents!" that's nice OP, but that's just you. there's people who are very scent driven and people who can barely smell. there's an incredible diversity of human traits out there. the ability to differentiate and identify scents is a character trait and so character should be taken into account when writing.

so for example, since i am a naruto blog, naruto characters. i actively try to include observations on what things smell like when writing kakashi, because having a good nose/a dog motif is part of his character. i do this even though i personally am bad at differentiating smells. i don't write any of his students as particularly good at identifying scents (some people like to give naruto this ability for fox reasons, but i don't), but i would write them noticing scents that would make sense for their character. sakura might recognize specific floral scents from ino and then have a gay breakdown over it, and she probably associates smells like rubbing alcohol and certain chemicals with work. sasuke might associate smells associated with burning as his own empowerment (ability to do jutsu) or horrible PTSD (....Itachi), but then not even notice specific floral scents beyond just like.... "sweet." he might be like "i don't like hospital smells" because while he can't pick out specific ones, he associates them with being confined to a hospital bed (and maybe also orochimaru's lab?), and you could even do some character work where he becomes okay with them because he starts associating them with sakura. i think it would be a funny gag if naruto could pick out individual ingredients from sniffing ramen but could not apply this skill to literally anything else

another example, directly from the notes of the post i'm discussing, was someone talking about meeting someone who couldn't smell petrichor or something. think about your characters. someone from konoha (which is in a forest) has almost definitely smelled petrichor (unless they just can't smell very well) with some frequency. do they actually know the word petrichor, or are they going to say "smells like the forest after rain"? is this calming to them (smells like home!) or is it so quotidian that they don't even really think about it? now consider characters from outside of konoha. would characters from suna immediately recognize the smell? would they even really notice the smell?

^ these are, of course, not hard rules you have to follow, and you can write characters however you want. however, i think you will enrich your writing greatly if you think about how your characters interact with their world, and that includes differences in ability to pick out scents and how the characters feel about that.

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I never knew the journal was supposed to be an actual in-game item! That's pretty interesting.

Maybe it's just how I interpreted this, but when I was reading the artbook and saw Sophia with the journal, I couldn't help but be reminded of my theory that LoP's story was basically "scripted" by Sophia.

The gist of it is that I think Sophia may have tried out multiple realities (by turning back time again and again) to see if there was some way to stop Simon, until finally settling on the reality we experience in the game. (Also not optimal because Krat still got destroyed, most citizens died, and Carlo and Romeo suffered terrible fates, but Sophia eventually decided to swallow the bitter pill.) As such, Sophia practically "wrote" the story of Lies of P from the start, as this entire timeline wouldn't exist without her doing.

Also, this is pretty interesting in relation to Overture: Something I've been wondering is whether the reality of Overture might've been the original reality of the LoP universe, before Sophia altered it. As such, everything we see in Overture would have practically never existed in the "standard" LoP universe, since this entire original timeline/reality was basically erased.

Actually, maybe this is the reason why the Black Seaside memory about the Legendary Stalker finding dead Carlo is the only one that's colored red, and all the others are blue - since it's the only memory from the original timeline, and all the others are from the timeline that Sophia "engineered"? (This would also mean that all the memories about the Charity House we see - Sophia introducing Carlo to Romeo, Carlo asking the Legendary Stalker for training, etc. - essentially aren't "real" in the reality of the DLC, and we might experience a different story altogether.)

Going by the theory of a friend of mine, it's even possible Sophia herself might not have existed in the timeline of the DLC - some people have theorized that Lea might be Sophia's twin sister or her mother judging by her hairstyle, but my friend had the wild idea that Sophia and Lea might actually be identical - and after the story of Overture, she went through a complete metamorphosis from Lea to Sophia due to Simon's experiments. (This would also mean that in the normal LoP universe, the Legendary Stalker never existed - she is, quite literally, just a legend.)

(Also, on a side note, this might be the reason why Carlo's presumed coat is colored differently than the Blue Blood's Tailcoat, despite the similar cut. It might be the same coat, but from a different timeline.)

About the dates: Since the second to last digit on the plaque at Krat Central Station isn't clearly visible, it could be either 1989 or 1999; one date from Descartes's Note is 189X, however. That would have been when the puppets started to go crazy, and from what we can gather from the game, the exhibition never took place because of the frenzy, so the time window between the planned date of the exhibition and the date in Descartes's Note can't be too long (it might've even been the same year).

It would be nice if they revealed the actual year in the DLC though, if only to make it easier to make sense of the timeline. xD

Sophia and her journal

left, from the artbook and on the right, artist Dan Zollinger's illustration for the LP sleeve of the official Lies vinyl release. (but I think this artist was likely given this material to reference when he was commissioned)

I recall there were a couple of blogs who datamined "sophia's diary" from the game files on a couple of instances. (taken from this post here, from @amorganva ). but what's the item to the left of the pocketwatch? [edit: I see now that it's a pen! the scaling was messing me up. You can see sophia holding it in the artbook render as well. I thought it was a sword or something XD]

What's interesting to me is she's posed with the journal. It seemed so central to her character and her design, but it's completely gone in the final release.

I wonder if they were initially implying that sophia was the author of pinocchio in this universe, or something. What was so important about the journal?

You want to know the year?

I notice when we play the game, (maybe I'm completely wrong or they patched it out ?) , but iirc oftentimes the years would be scrubbed out. Like the Descartes note had 18XX or something, and certain dates and times would be XX/XX. I thought this might be the devs wanting to keep an ambiguous "floating timeline" for game reasons.

But the grand exhibition year digit is clearly visible. We don't know when exactly we wake, but the year the failed exhibition took place is very definitively 1889. (Or 1899? I seem to recall the dates in LOP are listed as 188x however )

In the overture trailer - "You want to know the year?"

I think in the year LoP takes place, it is roughly a year later at 1890 (when P wakes up). And P wants to know if he's been taken back to 1889. There is some conversation in the fanbase around the exact timeline of events in LOP, It's safe to say LOP might be stretching the logic of some events for game purposes (the 30 year timeframe seemed quite accelerated to me personally)

but now I wonder if the EXACT year is going to be revelatory somehow, or revealed in the DLC. like, maybe it's more important than we think?

[There are other strange anachronisms in LOP. Simon's tower, and the devices on the counter with Paracelsus at the end.]

#lies of p #sophia monad #lies of p lea #lies of p overture #lies of p dlc #lies of p artbook #the art of lies of p #lies of p lore #lore theories #fan theories #other's theories #I do love myself some messing-with-reality shenanigans ;-)

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rekino2114 · 19 hours ago

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I’m missing the Nayuta daughter au posts… So celebrating Nayuta’s birthday request! Could be headcannons or a oneshot, it’s up to you! (it’s not my birthday btw, mines in November, but still, I had an idea!) how far would Makima and her husband go for their daughter? How many presents? Who would be invited? Anyone from public safety? (Would her aunts be invited <.< ? And if so what would Fami and Yoru bring?) Where do you think Nayuta would want to go for her birthday? Also, (this is a bit suggestive, so only add this if you want to) what if Nayuta asked for a sibling for her birthday, and then Y/n looks over and sees Makima giving him the look. And their both like “well… gotta give our daughter what she wants-“ sorry if school is bothering you, as a college student, I know its really tiring ;-;

…imagine if Yoru brings Nayuta a loaded shotgun or smth-

You and makima celebrating nayuta's birthday

A/n:the second request was sent literally today and it fit with the second part of yours so I added it here

From the moment nayuta understood what a birthday was she was very excited to celebrate them, she gets everything she wants for an entire day? She couldn't have been happier, just as you and makima couldn't have been happier to celebrate with her

She will get the day off no matter what and no one can tell otherwise. There are paperworks to do? Aki can handle them a devil is attacking a city? She'll just send someone else to take care of it without caring too much. Nothing can stop her from spending this day with her family

Makima will literally buy anything nayuta wants, she's rich anyway so money is definitely not a problem and she probably already knows most of the stuff her daughter wants even without asking her because she has a great memory when it comes to things like that but just to be sure she will ask her and buy everything she says.

She'll even give you a little gift. She knows it's not your birthday and you don't need it, but she just can't help but spoil you on any occasion she gets and she was shopping anyways and saw this and thought of you so just take it. She won't take no for an answer

"So nayuta do you like your gifts?"

"Yeah! They're amazing! It's exactly what I wanted"

"I'm glad to hear that, what about you darling?"

"W-well I love it too but you really didn't have to"

"But I wanted to, didn't you say you liked that?"

"Yeah I do but-"

"Then there's no problem, I love spoiling my two favorite people on any occasion and this was the perfect one, so please just accept it"

"........thanks you're the best makima"

"It's no problem darling"

Even if makima wanted this to be a party on the smaller and cozier side with only you three nayuta insisted on denji being invited which turned into power and aki coming too because the fiend didn't stop yelling until she was invited too and someone had to babysit the two of them

Makima told them to leave early though and no one dared defy her

Nayuta's aunts came too (and asa too technically who was very very embarrassed and uncomfortable the whole time even if she wasn't in control of the body for most of the party)

Yoru genuinely forgot she was invited until asa mentioned it to her on the day itself so she had no time to buy a gift so she just bought an actual shotgun that thankfully wasn't a former human at least

You and makima immediately told her to throw it away and almost banned her from the party because of that

".........why did you think bringing our daughter a loaded shotgun was a good idea?"

".......I mean I always wanted a shotgun as a gift when I was little"

".....you can literally make one whenever you want"

".......so?"

Fami had absolutely no idea what to bring and almost had a mental breakdown while deciding cause she thought her niece would hate her if she brought something bad

She ended up bringing the top 5 results that came up when she searched "things human children like" (and that her boyfriend helped her choose) which resulted in tons of toys that nayuta liked

Death brought a lot of food....like a lot way more than the people at the party could eat so she just brought the leftovers home for herself and her own bf (she also definitely had to stop herself from eating more than one slice of the cake)

Death was also the most comfortable around nayuta, even if she didn't talk much your daughter liked her and said that she was her favorite auntie....which might have resulted in fami crying a bit

The whole day was just amazing for all three of you but makima's favorite part was definitely at the end of the day when you three cuddled and watched nayuta's favorite movie together. Just hearing her laugh and smile at it made her heart melt even more than usual... she really loved this so much

"Hey, Mommy, daddy today was awesome!"

"Really? We're glad you think so"

"Yeah, thank you! It was super cool and....c-can we do it tomorrow too?"

"Sorry yuta, but birthdays are only once a year remember?"

"O-oh yeah sorry"

"It's fine"

"......but thank you again! You're the best mommy and daddy in the planet!'

"......thank you......you have no idea what that means to me"

After that you put her to bed and told her that she still had one birthday wish if she wanted

"I want a sister!"

"........w-what?"

"Yeah yesterday i saw two girls who looked the same and they were playing together and having so much fun and I want that too!"

"Well we have to give our daughter what she wants isn't that right darling?"

"....I suppose you're right, but it will take more than one day for the wish to come true.......a-and sleep a lot tonight ok?"

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followthestarliight · 2 hours ago

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you randomly bite the LADS Men

featuring - Xavier x F!Reader, Rafayel x F!Reader, Sylus x F!Reader, Caleb x F!Reader, Zayne x F!Reader

a/n - Zayne was difficult for me, so i apologise if his doesn't sound right

XAVIER

Xavier was really the cutest person you'd ever met, so your impulsive thought to bite him out of cuteness aggression resurfaced every few hours. The way he smiled at you sometimes made it flare up dangerously, and you barely managed to keep yourself in check.

Until today.

He wasn't doing anything special, just laying down on the couch with his head on your thighs and his eyes glued to the TV. You were carding your fingers through his hair, admiring his soft locks that were shimmering like moonlight under the sun's rays.

It was his expression that was getting you.

He looked so confused, but so fascinated at the same time. You had no idea what he was watching - too focused on him to care - so you didn't exactly know what was causing that facial expression, but it was so adorable.

You leaned down and bit his cheek.

He went still, and for a moment there was no response. Then he blinked once, twice, and turned to look at you. For a moment you were going to ask what he was doing, but then he leaned in as well.

Your eyes went wide, and you pulled back, "Xavier, no!"

"It's only fair," he answered, pouting just slightly, "You bit me first."

"I-I-But you're cute!" You protested.

"If that's the criteria we're going on, then..."

He proceeded to bite both your cheeks...and your nose. Your face flushed, cheeks burning, but Xavier turned back to his program like nothing had happened.

RAFAYEL

Rafayel was clingy. He'd said it himself. When he wasn't painting, he'd be stuck to you, arms wrapped around you or hand holding yours or touching you in literally any way. Even if you had to be somewhere, there was an eighty percent chance he'd go with you - unless it was for work, obviously.

Today was one such day - you needed to go, but he was sleeping.

His arms were wrapped tightly around you, ensuring minimal chances of escape, and his face was buried in the crook of your neck. He was fast asleep, and he looked peaceful.

So peaceful, in fact, you found it adorable. It was rare to see him like this; majority of the time you saw him, he was working on a new piece. So as you admired him, you couldn't help but notice how cute he looked - lips slightly pouty, cheeks a little puffy, like a sleeping chipmunk.

Before you could stop yourself, you leaned in and bit his cheek.

This man jerked awake so fast, like he'd been shocked back to life. His head clumsily hit yours, and you ended up falling off the couch where you'd convinced him to take a nap.

"Did you just...bite me?" He looked scandalised.

"Maybe?" You laughed. "You looked so bite-able."

"I'm not a fish you can just eat whenever!" He protested, cheeks going red. When you just laughed, he lunged forward and bit your cheek back.

"Rafayel!" You gasped, rubbing your sore cheek.

"You started it!"

SYLUS

With Sylus, it was very difficult and extremely rare to catch him off guard. At this point, he knew you better than you knew yourself, and he could often predict what you were going to do before you decided to do it.

That's not to say it was impossible, though.

He was most vulnerable when the two of you get ready for bed. You don't pull any of your silly pranks at that time, so his guard was usually down and he doesn't pay much attention to what you're planning.

Which was great for you, because today you had an idea.

You both lay in bed together, his arms snaking around your waist to pull your body flush against his, your back to his chest. He buried his face in your neck, inhaling your scent, so sleepy that he didn't notice your head dipping.

You bit his bicep.

His entire body went rigid for a brief moment, but relaxed so fast that you thought you'd imagined it. Then, his chest rumbled against your back as his deep chuckle filled your ears.

"You're extra feisty tonight, kitten."

"You put your bicep there, so it's your fault really," you said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Is that so?" He turned you around in his arms, his eyes glinting deviously. "Well, allow me to return the favour then."

"What?" Your eyes widened, "Wait, no-!"

But he had already lifted your arm up to his lips, and you braced yourself for the inevitable sting. However, when his lips met your skin, he just nipped your wrist - sensually.

"There, now we're even."

CALEB

Caleb went along with every single thing that you did. He entertained every silly idea, every intrusive thought, every playful action. There was nothing you could suggest that he would say no to, because as long as neither of you get hurt he was all for doing something fun.

So when the two of you finally had one day off together at home, he was content to do whatever you wanted. Though, halfway through the movie you'd picked to watch, he was on his phone.

Your eyes narrowed.

He didn't notice the irritation on your features, too engrossed in typing whatever message he was sending. The two of you had specifically agreed no work today, yet there he was.

"Caleb."

He didn't hear you, his brows furrowed.

That's when you had enough, leaning forward to bite his cheek.

Caleb yelped, his phone slipping from his hands, "Pipsqueak! What was that?"

"We said no phones!" You crossed your arms.

"Alright, alright," he chuckled, putting it away. Then he lunged forward, grabbed you, and bit your cheek back.

"Caleb!" You protested. "You can't bite me!"

"No? Why not?" He bit your cheek again, grinning like a madman.

"Because I didn't break our rules!"

"But you're so cute, I wanna bite you!" He supported this by nibbling on your cheeks, your nose, and your shoulders.

And he did not stop.

"Caleb! I'm going to have bite marks all over my body now!" You whined, trying to push him away - but his grip only got tighter.

He had the nerve to smile innocently, "That's the point."

ZAYNE

Zayne tolerated your whims, but he doesn't exactly acknowledge or respond to them. If he's busy in his office, you'll be lucky if you get a soft, exasperated sigh. If he's not busy, he just raises an eyebrow and looks at you sceptically. He knew you liked to do silly things to him sometimes, and because it's you he lets you.

He just didn't expect the brand of mischief you had in store for him today.

You were laying on the couch in his office, resting after an examination following a difficult mission. He had strongly suggested you stay with him, so he could supervise your movements.

But you were getting bored, and being left alone with your thoughts never ended well.

As soon as an idea popped into your head, after watching Zayne focus intently on his computer screen, you stood up and approached the doctor. He didn't acknowledge your approach, his eyes glued to whatever he was typing.

That is, until you leaned down and bit his cheek.

The typing stopped, and he turned to look at you, his eyes narrowing, "...Are you alright?"

"...Yes?" You answered, confused.

"The medication wasn't too strong," he murmured, speaking more to himself than you.

"What?"

"You bit me," he answered, "Should I even ask why?"

"No," you grinned, then crossed your arms, "Did you think the medication was making me delirious?"

"No." His answer was the same as ever, but you weren't convinced.

The slight smile on his lips confirmed your suspicion.

"Zayne, I'm not crazy!"

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fleurrypoet · 9 hours ago

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Okay let me start this by saying I was a big bobby is alive truther since 8x15 ended

Though I went into 8x16 believing he'd be dead because that's what I had to do. Was I happy with believing that no. There was a big part of me still hoping that he'd turn up alive.

Anyways this episode was just so so bad like worst episode of TV I've ever seen. (And I've seen bad TV)

I honestly don't even know where to start with this.

He was on the show for 8 years. 8 whole years and this is how you say goodbye to your main character and to Peter Krause.

The disrespect I've seen towards both bobby and Peter has been diabolical.

We got a 2 week time jump for what. Oh so you could skip over the shock everyone felt and skip over their feelings.

You scream realism but yet somehow 2 weeks after the person that meant the most to each one of those characters dies their somehow just okay with it.

This subplot of the mother thinking her son was kidnapped was cruel to do to the fans.

You took a story and had it metaphorically represent the fans the mother was the fans believing the child/bobby was alive.

Everything to do with that mothers storyline represented what the fans had been saying since the funeral bts leaked. The writers literally wrote the episode to laugh in our faces and be like fuck you.

Tim Minear said he stuck in the hotshots bit earlier on in the season (comfort captain scene I'm talking about) to foreshadow bobby dying (which I don't understand because Brad ended up making captain banner survive) but say this foreshadowed Bobby's death is another fuck you to the fans. He's like I see you guys find comfort in bobby as much as the characters of the show so guess what I'm gonna kill him.

I also agree that I think a lot of the characters were acting so weird in the episode.

●Chimney's survivors guilt was so choppy I couldn't follow it.

●Buck who literally said bobby was the father he never had barely showed any emotion (yes I watched the 8x15 I know bobby told him they were going to need him so people will argue that buck was suppressing his feelings) but like literally we barely got a tear at the funeral. THE FUNERAL OF THE MAN WHO CHANGED HIS LIFE FOR THE BETTER.

● Eddie only coming back the morning of the funeral like WHAT THE HELL this would not of happened eddie would of been on the first flight back to la once he heard the news. You know why because BOBBY CHANGED HIS LIFE TOO.

●Hen also barely showed any emotion like considering bobby was the first person to really accept her and chimney as part of the 118 and we barely got anything from her it was like she just accepted it.

● Ravi well cmon you spent half of 8x14 showing ravi contemplate his place at the 118 because he nearly got bobby killed to him telling bobby he would get the antiviral and that he was no longer going to quit and it basically looked like he accepted Bobby's death too.

●Before anyone says we have two more episodes to explore their grief yeh we do but cmon in an episode about their captain they could've showed more emotion. BOBBY CHANGED EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEIR LIVES FOR THE BETTER THEY WOULD NOT HAVE GOTTEN OVER HIS DEATH AND ACTED THE WAY THEY DID AFTER 2 WEEKS.

Gerrard showed more goddam emotion than some of them and he barely knew them.

If you really wanted athena to work a case that was one bobby had been called to years ago you could have done it without taking up the whole episode. Not to mention like it's supposed to be some story to help Athena to get out of the denial stage yet she was never in it. She was looking at places in the mosoleum she couldn't do much else seeing as the military still wouldn't release his body.

Like I saw the post episode stills and we missed out on scenes from athena's parents and bobbys mom and brother. Like I would have preferred to see them than some case you used to laugh at fans with. In the end all we saw was the side of Charlie's head.

The funeral itself got the last 5 mins dedicated to it. How is that an episode about remembering bobby only got 5 minutes to remember him. I would have preferred to have seen his full funeral and then them all together remembering Bobby. This would of also been a good way to use flashbacks and in whole made the episode better. Like the 118 sharing their memories of him.

In whole the episode was not a good send off for a beloved captain.

Peter krause also has been so disrespected in this whole process. Like firstly with both 8x14 and 8x15 a character who peter loved playing in overall got an average of maybe 15 minutes at most for his death and funeral. ONLY 15 MINUTES. Not to mention he didn't want to leave and this has been confirmed by Tim Minear himself that it wasn't Peters idea it was Tim's. How do you turn around to your lead actor and executive producer and tell him oh I'm killing your character off and all he's going to get is at most a 5 min (I think it was less) for his death scene and then his funeral and remembrance episode in totals if we include the times peter himself appeared in the episode maybe like what 7 minutes. 7 minutes to say goodbye I really don't understand it. (Also I know that doesn't add up to 15 mins but I'm giving and average incase I missed something)

The 9-1-1 page itself never even acknowledged Peter. Let me spell this out for you WITHOUT PETER THEIR WOULD NEVER HAVE BEEN BOBBY NASH. He doesn't even get a sentence thanking him for his commitment to the role.

Peter said last year he could do a 100 more episodes of 9-1-1 its like Tim Minear heard that and was like I'm gonna make sure that doesn't happen. Why? Idk

In regards to the rest of the cast I'm just so puzzled by all of them.

Angela has two different stories on how she found out one was by phone call and one was by reading the script.

Kenny has been the only consistent person making it know that he was against this decision.

Aisha and her multiple changing captions was just way to confusing.

Ryan has basically just taken the piss out of it again no real appreciation towards peter.

Oliver has quiet frankly pissed me off in the last couple of days. Firstly his goodbye post gets archived exactly three days before the episode. After talking so much in the past about his relationship with Peter it seems so odd to archive it, but also no one will convince me he didn't know what he was doing or that he was archiving it because it didn't match his aesthetic. BECAUSE THATS NOT WHY HE ARCHIVED IT. He knew he would set the fans crazy it would make them think oh he's not dead. And I think firstly it's horrible to do the fans (he knows what these characters mean to them) but also in ways it's disrespectful to Peter because he didn't even keep it up for a whole FREAKIN MONTH.

The script leaks by both oliver and Jennifer is also horrible towards the fans because firstly who has time to create a fake script but also how were they convinced to leak it. Like what do you mean you leaked a script about bobby being alive when you know he's dead. How do you do that to the fans. Why? It's horrible.

The funeral leaks themselves and Tim minear saying he didn't think that would happen what's he going on about he filmed it downtown on a busy street in front of the public like what??? 911 isn't a show no one knows about like. It was going to get leaked for God sake. The funeral should've been kept a secret.

This is long and messy af so sorry but my thoughts are messy I haven't processed anything I know for sure that killing bobby off will ruin the show. People don't watch for realism we watch for the found family and the escape from reality it provides.

This has taken me days to compile all together I've still been reading a lot on here so my minds still going back and forth between if he is or if he's not. But I'm just trying not to hold out all my hope on it because I have a feeling ill be so devastated if he's still dead by the end of the season. Though I'll probably always hold out hope that they'll fix their mistake and make him be alive.

I will say though and it kills me to say it (because up until this storyline I have loved this show with all my heart) if Bobby is truly dead come the end of season 8 I won't be tuning in for season 9. I honestly can not see a way this show can work without him.

Also I just saw the 8x17 still why do they all look like literally no one is dead and this whole team + Athena have just moved on.

Anyways I'm not sure how much more I'll post on hear I might just stick to reading but yeh...

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