#and tonight i wanted to write just a little bit

[nottswitch]

⋆˙⟡ you give cult leader!theo a blowjob during a sermon

hello, hi. here i am, with probably my favourite and the most challenging to write au. hoping that y’all will match my freak with this one.

warnings: 18+ mdni, cult dynamics (duh), power imbalance, religious terminology, public blowjob, mentions of gagging, praise

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the whole main area of the temple is taut with anticipation as soon as teacher theodore walks onto his podium. he sits down onto his black leather chair, raising his hand to silence everyone, although it’s already pretty quiet – but now even the smallest of whispers die down. his calm gaze slowly drifts over the room, making every single one of your fellow believers shiver, and you’re no exception. you watch with awe as the man scans the room, and eventually, his fascinating blue eyes land on you.

"you, my dear," he drawls, his voice enveloping you like the warmest blanket and simultaneously igniting a fire inside your body that not a single soul can put out except for him. "come here."

excitement nearly bubbles over in your stomach as you stand up from the floor, trying to keep your legs from trembling – you have to show him that his choice tonight is worth it, that you’re worth the grace he’s shown you. as you approach him, you can feel the stares of others burning into your back, but you don’t mind them, you barely even notice – your entire being is filled with theodore, him, him, him.

your reverent eyes never leave his face as you kneel between his spread legs and kiss the back of his hand, your hands obediently resting on your thighs as you wait for your cue. you can’t help clutching the fabric of your white robe just a little as you feel the heat starting to spread in your stomach – but it’s all about him right now, and it always is.

theodore looks down at you, his gaze lingering on your awestruck face, and nods. giving your best to staying collected, you nod in return and lift your hands up to unbuckle the belt of his trousers. theodore watches you for a moment longer, and then his attention shifts to the room filled with the rest of the disciples. his soothing voice begins to waft through the air like silk and honest combined, and you try not to get completely lost in it. you have to focus. you have a task.

as quietly as you can, you pull the zipper down, then his trousers and briefs. his cock is already half-hard, which makes you simultaneously salivate, and your chest fill with pride – usually, the other girls and guys have to work a bit to get him to this state. you don’t know if it’s your luck, but you wouldn’t dream of questioning it; it’s your first time being picked for the pleasure purpose, and you’re determined to make a good impression in hopes of becoming a new favourite.

you lean in, your breath ghosting over theodore’s skin, and notice his cock twitch at the sensation. even the smallest movement makes you preen, but you try not to get lost to your selfishness. your hand comes up to grab him at the base, and you feel him harden more, his cock now standing straight in your hold. he’s so big – you’ve been dying to get a taste ever since you first saw it, but have been patently waiting for your turn until now.

your tongue sticks out to lick a wet stripe up to the tip, where your lips wrap around it. you give an almost tentative swirl, knowing that you can’t rush – the sermon can last up to an hour, and you have to draw it out until the very end. you don’t want to disappoint the teacher. you starts sucking in the tip, and your mind fills with the overwhelming sense of adoration – you still can’t believe that you’re the one given the honor of pleasing theodore tonight.

you fail to register the words he’s saying, which makes your cheeks heat up with shame – just because you’ve been chosen doesn’t excuse you from taking in the preachings. yet you can’t help yourself – his cock fits too good in your mouth, like it was made to slide right in and out. as you take him deeper, the tip hot and pulsating against the roof of your mouth, a wave of tingles washes over your belly. your hand itches to drop down between your legs, but you’re fully aware it’s not allowed. if you’re good and lucky enough, teacher theodore will give you release after the sermon is over. until then, he’s the center of your world.

as the minutes pass, your jaw starts to hurt a little from being stretched to its absolute limit around theodore’s thickness. your head slowly bobs up and down, the slick sounds of your saliva coating his cock quiet enough not to disturb the sermon, yet you’re sure the entire temple can hear them. this knowledge makes you proud of yourself yet again – they know, they should know that you’re the one making theodore feel good at this moment. you know you shouldn’t feel possessive of your teacher, yet you allow yourself the weakness, even if only deep inside your soul.

when theodore’s hand lands on the top of your head, you know it’s a sign. the sermon is close to an end, which means you have to speed up. a bit too excited, you take him in fully, making the tip of his cock suddenly hit the back of your throat. you gag, immediately knowing that you shouldn’t have – your eyes flicker up, meeting theodore’s ocean blue ones, and his eyebrow is raised. you’re unsure if it’s a sign of disapproval or amusement, for his expression is usually hard to read. you can’t apologize – you’re filled with him to the brim, but when his attention shifts back to the crowd behind you, you take it as a sign to continue.

you taste the saltiness of precum soon enough, and you can only hope that the timing is right. theodore’s hand tightens a bit in your hair, signifying the fact that he’s close – and he doesn’t stop you, meaning you’re doing a good job. your pace picks up, saliva dripping out of the corners of your mouth as his length disappears into the tightness of your mouth over and over again. you gag again, yet at this point it doesn’t really matter – theodore’s cock starts throbbing, and the warmth of his seed coats the walls of your throat. his voice never falters above you, but you can feel the way his fingers dig into your scalp, and it’s the most pleasant sting you have ever felt on your body.

as you lick him through the orgasm, throughly cleaning him up, theodore closes the sermon, dismissing everyone with a wave of his hand. you don’t dare to pull away until he tugs at your hair, his other hand softly caressing your chin, lifting up your face. you look up, your eyes filled with endless devotion. theodore takes in the sight of your swollen lips, your jaw which hands slack due to being open for so long, your glassy eyes that are nearly tearing up, and his gaze softens.

"you did well, darling. very well," he murmurs, and your heart grows a few sizes too big for your chest. you did well. his praise is all you could ask for yet could never dream of.

"meet me in my room in ten minutes. you deserve a reward, my dear."

if you weren’t on your knees already, they would surely buckle. you nod, accepting his invitation for what it is; you know the others will notice you heading to his house on the grounds later, and it fills you with a sense of accomplishment. it’s rare to earn yourself an honor of getting a reward from the teacher, and it certainly feels like a win. maybe, just maybe you could become a new favourite, after all.

[luminique]

What if reader has a parent or carer who's that parent who feeds them alot and tells them they'll meet a nice person and wants them to marry and have grandkids and then Lighter comes along and readers parent/carer treats him already like a son in law but when they find out Lighter doesn't eat properly or cares for himself well, parent/carer goes out of their way to make a full 3 meals and comfy space at home for Lighter with the help of reader.

It's OK if you can't write this. This is just a suggestion coming from someone whose mother does these things

my mother often uses terms of endearment in my mother tongue for my friends. it catches some of them off guard sometimes. she’s my inspiration for this.

lighter doesn’t talk much about his family, biological, i mean. he’d tell you about the girls of SoC, a bit about billy, and reminisce the memories of his mercenary group. they were his family, not blood related but definitely as close as one could get. you, on the other hand, had stories of growing up with your family. smiles and laughter, a past that had its ups and downs but the care your parents had for you remained constant. it also reflected on your person, constantly looking out and caring for him in small ways.

initially, he’d try to turn down any offers from your parents. you’re both just dating, not married or anything and yet they’d give him some… interesting suggestions. “you seem to like the food tonight, i can always pack more for you dear” your mother eagerly scooped more onto his plate. “how’s the upgrades on the bike, son? smoother than before?” your father quickly asked before lighter could respond to your mother. they accepted him a lot faster than expected, it was a little odd to him. he was still getting used to the names and the naturally loving nature of an actual family, but it was one that his heart had secretly craved.

unfamiliar but warm, a home that housed its people. he used to think that he was similar to an intruder, but your mother seemed to invite him in with open arms every time you both came back to visit. ensuring he’d also leave with containers full of food to last him until the next visit. your mother’s caring gestures and your father’s understanding, it didn’t take long for lighter to begin calling it his home too.

[reyesstrand]

wish you would write a fic of tarlos where marjan and joe’s wedding is set about the time carlos is due to go back to work, he’s recovered from his gunshot wound, he’s had his stitches out, he’s been cleared for active duty by his doctor and he’s prepared as much as he can for jonah’s adoption placement with him and tk (right, like it’s a carlos one shot so it focuses entirely on him because we saw literally nothing of him, bar crumbs in the episode)

Carlos can’t sleep.

It feels a little bit like his body’s talking back at him, suddenly a petulant child. A game of mess around and find out, since he spent months pushing himself to the limit even if it cost him sunlight, or nutrition, or something more than a handful of hours of sleep a night. Because here he is, at almost three in the morning, blinking up at the ceiling, tracing the faint veins of the plaster with his eyes.

He goes back to work in two days. It’s been nearly a month of doctor’s appointments and physical therapy; of allowing himself to find joy, again: in the simple pleasures of cooking lavish breakfasts, in getting coffee and scouring flea markets with his mom, in game nights with the friends he’s missed like limbs, in TK. They dance in the kitchen, they make love in their moonlight-drenched bedroom, they talk, sometimes for hours on end, their legs tangled and heartbeats syncing.

And in four days, they have a meeting that could change their lives. Will change their lives. Carlos is ready for it—he wants all of it, wants to give TK’s little brother a home and a life that’s filled with warmth and promise—but it still makes him anxious. He doesn’t want to mess this up.

Next to him, TK stirs, like he knows Carlos is ruminating. His nose pushes into the back of Carlos’ neck, his arm tightening over his middle. They’d fallen into bed in a heap after the reception, both of them sweaty from dancing and latent with desire after being around so much love, and though the blue hours of night leave them encased in shadows Carlos knows exactly where every little mark is on TK’s skin; where his beard left red patches he soothed over with wet kisses.

“What’s up?” TK asks him, though with his sleep-slurred speech it sounds more like whassup.

“Nothing,” Carlos tries, even though it’s futile. “Go back to sleep.”

TK’s pulled more into consciousness, his voice growing stronger. “Not until you tell me what’s bugging you.”

“Nothing, really,” Carlos insists, finding it hard to explain. TK’s thumb finds the fading, yellowed bruise nestled into the curve of Carlos’ ribcage, and strokes over the skin absentmindedly. “I’m just thinking. About you, about work. About Jonah.”

“It’s a lot,” TK murmurs, his touch as gentle as feathers; as soft wool.

“I kept thinking about it tonight. How our family’s going to grow.”

TK’s quiet, letting him slowly talk himself into the point he wants to get to.

“And I’m—I’m scared about it. I think I always will be. But I can’t imagine wanting anything more than I want this.”

TK hums. “Weddings make you a little sappy, huh.”

“Shut up,” Carlos laughs, knowing they’re both thinking of their own big day, and how they’d both cried more times than they could count. “I talked to Joe a little bit, when you guys first pulled Marjan away.”

Visions of it swim in shimmery lights in his mind, as he recalls Nancy and Paul and Mateo and TK, even Tommy and Judd, pulling Marjan away before her so-called glam team arrived at the firehouse. Carlos had been close on their heels to follow and join in on whatever little toast they were going to insist upon with their friend, the heart of the 126, and he did make it to the bunks before the last glass of sparkling cider had been poured. But first he found Joe admiring the space, the decorations that still needed fine-tuning, and appreciated their brief conversation as he always does.

“He said how it happened so quickly because neither of them could bear to wait any longer,” Carlos continues, turning now in his husband’s grip so they can face each other. “And I know we joked about a quick ceremony right after you proposed but I-I feel the same. We never…we never know what tomorrow will bring. I wouldn’t change a thing, TK, and I wouldn’t change a thing about what we’re doing now.”

TK’s eyes glisten. They could blame it on the post-wedding glow, but they both know this is just what they do to each other. “Me neither, baby.”

They’re close enough that their noses brush; they give into the pull, and press them together before exchanging a kiss that says I love you, and another that says forever.

(i wish you would write a fic where…game!)

[nanaooyoo]

nct jisung smut

request for anon: “Can I get uhh, Jisung shy sub smut x fem cute teasing dom! reader?” This is the first actual real smut I’ve ever written so please give me any feedback on how it was so I can get better going forward. This was super fun to write mainly because I’m super into sub!male dom!fem dynamics. Anyways enjoy ✨

warnings/headsup: swearing • kinda perv!jisung • reader is also a freak • dirty talk • teasing • fingering • unprotected sex • tiny bit of aftercare • roommates to lovers • dacryphilia • light proofread • 7.5k words • nipple play • making out • depraved horniness • self-indulgent prose • red haired Jisung appreciation hours • fem reader • female anatomy

Avalanche: Jisung x Reader pt.I/I

Jisung laid horizontally on the living room couch, his head propped up with one elbow as he watched some edgy series that was currently popular on streaming. He swallowed hard, struggling to focus on whatever was going on plot-wise. Jisung eyed the glass of water you had placed on the coffee table in front of him. He desperately wanted a drink but feared that you’d come back any minute and clock the way his hands trembled trying to grab the ice cold cup. The dryness in his throat and nervousness that was bubbling up in the pit of his stomach made it nearly impossible for him to utter any words, and when he did try, his voice was so hoarse and muffled you couldn’t even hear him from the bathroom if he screamed.

He had convinced himself that you could hop out of the shower at any moment and be sitting right there next to him again. Normally, his roommate coming home from work and letting him know they wanted to “freshen up” before watching TV would be no big deal, but you weren’t just a normal roommate… at least not to Jisung.

You were always so comfortable with him. He thought of you as the contemplative and mature type… which was coincidentally his type. You were critically teasing yet subtly caring. You were perceptive and attentive while still maintaining an aura of aloofness. Ever since you had moved in together, you and Jisung had learned to live in harmony and had even become decent friends. However, your roommate felt a little more for you than just the feelings associated with platonic friendship. He wasn’t quite sure what he was feeling but he knew damn well what he wanted to do about it! His mind (and eyes) wandered places they probably shouldn’t have when you walked into the living room of the apartment earlier tonight. They travelled up and down just like they usually did, but this time they lingered just a fraction of a second longer. He may not have realized it, but you did.

On this particular evening, you had your usual relieved expression from clocking out of a long day at work. Jisung watched as you walked over to the fridge and thanked him for replenishing the water filter. You poured him a glass before getting one for yourself and put it on the coffee table for him without even asking. How you knew he was thirsty he had no clue but the wordless gesture (though small) still gave him butterflies.

“You look cute today. Did you do something with your hair?” You said unassumingly. He remembered the way you had complemented him when he had first gotten his hair dyed. The deep reddish mauve color reminded you of cherry cola and the way you called him cute made him feel like this kind of cute was different than all the others, like maybe you were seeing him as he saw you.

“I just retouched it this morning” he croaked out, realizing that he must have done so subconsciously because he knew you liked how he looked this way.

You hummed in response and gave him a silent once over, a smirk started to form on one side of your face as if you could read his mind. Your expression was subtle, cocky, and a little bit possessive but Jisung wondered if that was just his own brain filling in the gaps of what he wanted to see.

He was reminded of just how at ease you felt with him now when you spun around, went to grab your drink from the kitchen, and casually unbuttoned your blouse as you walked. His cheeks felt hot and the tips of his ears tingled in light embarrassment as his eyes trailed behind you, focusing on the light muscle definition of your back beneath your shirt. He thanked whatever higher power was out there for you not looking in his direction in this exact moment.

“I think I’m gonna shower first, then I’ll come join you.” You said.

“Oh- Alright!” Jisung answered, averting his gaze once he saw you fully slipping your top off and heading to the bathroom.

Should he sit up? Should he keep lying down? Should he just go in his room and hide? Jisung wasn’t sure what would be the best move rigrht now. Every time there was a lull in the show or a quiet moment with the audio he’d listen to the sound of the water hitting the shower tiles… and your skin. His throat (and his jeans) felt tight as he couldn’t help but imagine the way the hot steam would collect around you, and how each dewy droplet must have run down your body and accentuated every contour and curve of your figure. He imagined the way every sudsy bubble got to cleanse and caress you in ways he probably never would. He was too chicken to even joke about wanting to be in there with you, mostly because he really did want to be in there with you! When he was alone he had no problem relieving himself to the thought of you in the shower, or on the couch, or in his bed, on the kitchen counter, the desk in his room… just about anywhere in the apartment you would have him. But the problem was that you wouldn’t have him. You were way out of his league in his eyes, and just as vividly as he could imagine you and him in the shower together, he could imagine the much more realistic scenario of him being way to nervous to even get it up.

If he went to his room now, all he would do is end up with his pants around his ankles, boxers down, left hand firmly clasped over his mouth to stop any of the feeble whining moans from escaping as drool pooled at the corners of his lips and tears collected in the corners of his eyes. He’d end up a shaking and shivering mess desperate for your intimate hold, right hand and most of his stomach sticky with tacky, half-dried cum and saliva…

All he could do was lay there in wait; wondering what was taking you so long…

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“This show is absolutely ridiculous” you said, sneering and pointing at the television. “Who in their right mind would let that happen?”

With every small move you made the fresh and airy scent of your floral body wash took over Jisung’s nostrils and made his head spin. The nude lace trim of your nighttime slip dress peaked out from your fluffy white bathrobe and accentuated your cleavage. He felt like he was holding his breath around you and he couldn’t figure out how to stop. You pretended not to notice how nervous your friend was in your company. Out of the corner of his eye Jisung could see the shine of your freshly blow-dried hair resting on your shoulders leading his peripheral gaze down to your exposed collarbone; and then right back down to your chest. Your scent was intoxicating. It was mesmerizing. The hypnotic way your hands raised up to push your hair out of your face made him wonder what it would feel like to have those delicate fingers and beautifully polished nails gripping his own burgundy locks.

The sound of your voice cut through the dreaming, making him remember where he was. Jisung’s imaginative brain was brought back to reality when he sensed you were trying to grab his attention. “Let what happen?” He asked.

“Let someone perv on them through the doorway without even saying anything, I’d at least invite them in…” you joked.

“What?” Your roommate’s head whipped around to glare at the TV trying to piece together whatever the hell it was you were talking about. Sure enough, there was a shot of one character leering at another through a small crack in the doorway as they undressed. “I guess that’s just their dynamic…” He said, only remembering bits and pieces of the mature series so far.

“Well it’s a dumb dynamic, if they wanna get closer they should just say that. You’d just reach over and grab me if you wanted to.” You said.

“No I wouldn’t!” He protested.

“Why not?” You raised an eyebrow. “Am I that repulsive?’

“No- I just mean that I would never touch you without asking. Not that I wouldn’t want to touch you, I just wouldn’t- I wouldn’t-“

“Wouldn’t what? Touch me?”

“I would if you wanted me to-“ He said.

“-but not if you wanted to…” You chimed.

Jisung didn’t say anything to confirm nor deny, but his silence spoke volumes. “You’re so mean” he pouted, biting the inside of his lip once he saw the way your eyes twinkled in delight the more he worried about what he had said.

“I’m not mean… that hurts my feeling Jisungie.” You said kicking his shoulder in jest.

“Fine” Jisung tried to hide his smile. “You’re not mean, you’re just a tease.” His voice was sarcastic and a little afraid of the line he was toeing but you both knew it was partially true.

“What do you know about me being a tease? You listening in on my hookups?”

Jisung’s face went red and his eyes bugged out as you cackled evilly, delighting in every microscopic instance of his un-comfortability.

Your roommate shifted his weight uneasily from his side of the couch, clearing his throat and reaching for his now lukewarm glass of water. Just as he had previously feared, your eyes followed his trembling hand as he clutched the glass and took a long hard sip. He looked over at you with quick darting eyes avoiding looking at your freshly cleaned face. “No, just from what you’ve told me about your dates and stuff it seems like you’re… you know…”

“I’m what?”

Why you decided to pick this day to continuously push his boundaries he had no clue. “You’re just you. It’s not a bad thing, you just have a strong personality.”

Jisung spoke sincerely and you could see that there was a softness in his expression like he was thinking of you in a way you had a hard time thinking about yourself. “Yeah well… most guys don’t like a strong personality, at least not one like mine.” You joked bitterly.

Jisung could tell even through your smile that you were a bit unhappy. “What do you mean?” He asked carefully, moving slightly closer to you on the couch while still keeping a considerable amount of space. He had a hard time understanding how anyone couldn’t or wouldn’t instantly want to be yours. He fell for you by the end of the first day he had met you.

“I just mean that a lot of guys want a girl who will get on her knees if they tell her to, and I’m more… into the opposite.” You looked at him coyly but still with a hint of disappointment in your voice.

His mind was running wild. He wanted to tell you that whoever made you think that was wrong. He wanted to tell you how all you had to do was ask and he’d be on his knees in seconds. He wanted to tell you how it seemed impossible for him to find a girl who could balance out his docility the same way you could. He wanted to tell you all that and more, but all he could get out was “Ah, I see”.

You brushed off the conversation and went back to watching the show like nothing had happened, but Jisung could feel that the mood in the room had changed.

You turned your head back to look at Jisung who was eyeing you pitifully. “Stop looking at me like that” you laughed, as you scanned his face in an attempt to gauge what he was thinking.

What was Jisung thinking? Well he was thinking about how much he wanted you… and not being able to have you when he wanted you, made him want you even more. The idea that he could spend even another millisecond passively observing you without making a move was eating away at him. “Looking at you like what?” He said; pupils blown wide and mouth ever so slightly agape. He moved another inch or so closer to you waiting to see what you would say or do next.

Instead of immediately responding, you watched and waited to see what he would do next. You wondered if this is what it would finally take for Jisung to be bold. “Like how you always look at me Ji…” you said, reminiscing on the many instances you had caught your roommate staring at you with yearning need.

Jisung’s face flushed again but he didn’t back away. His voice was quiet and pitchy but his gaze was piercing, almost stern, and utterly unchanging. “Sorry…” he replied flatly.

The deep and rich tambour of Jisung’s voice always stuck with you when looking at his cute and boyish appearance. The way he bit the inside of lip to stop his instinctual nervous pout made you want to stop your own smile from forming. You relished in the innumerable amount of pride that came to you in making him sweat, but you also cared for him enough to not want to push him too far.

He looked at you with shining brown eyes; twinkling in anticipation as if even he was unsure of what he was about to do. The gentle pink hue that danced across the apples of his cheeks made his curt apology seem unintentional… reflexive maybe. Jisung didn’t want to admit that when looking at you he felt this overarching sense of romantic wanton, pathetic desire, and unadulterated lust, but without realizing it, he sort of just did.

“Are you… sorry?” You asked, chiding him.

He didn’t know what to say.

You cocked your head to the side expectantly. “Are you sorry?”

Jisung’s eyes were transfixed on you as you shot him a playful smile, he couldn’t tell if you were making fun of him again or being genuine, but the lilt in you voice suggested the former rather than the latter. He paused, mulling over the words stuck to the tip of his tongue like a piece of tart hard sour-candy rolling around in his mouth. Jisung puffed his cheeks and let out a quick breath through his nose while looking down into his lap. The living room was quiet except for the indiscernible audio from the television. The air in the room felt suffocating and stale. The primitive, animalistic, part of his brain that yearned for care and affection seemed only to activate when he was around you. It told him that the only respite that could and would be found, would occur only in submitting to you. It told him to submit wholeheartedly so that you may lift the veil of his pathetic cloying shame.

The way Jisung’s head turned to look at you was slow and deliberate, as if to give you a moment to stop him. You put both your feet up onto the couch and faced him, watching as he crawled tepidly towards you like a cat towards its prey. You laid your head on the cushiony headrest and looked up at him with an expression he couldn’t quite read. Your face was calm and relaxed while his was hesitant and uncertain. Your breaths were slow and soothing while his were broken and belabored. You adjusted your form under him, laying comfortably, as he came closer and hovered over you, using one shaky hand to cradle the back of your head. You could feel the trembling of his fingers and the unevenness of his breath as he cast his shadow across your body.

Jisung’s voice sputtered like an old tape that had been played far too many times, and he leaned down with half parted lips to place upon yours. All his words just transformed into more hot nervous breaths that hit your unflinching face and neck. His head turned ever so slightly more the moment your two noses touched, but he was stopped in his tracks when you raised your chin just enough to avoid his embrace and look up at the ceiling.

He thought he knew what you wanted but he dreaded having to humiliate himself further. The only thing he hated more than being denied the thing he felt he needed, was the butterflies in his stomach and the fact that he could feel himself about to get hard as the blood rushed away from his head and down to his crotch. “Pl-“ he tried to speak but his throat was dry and his vocal cords were near useless in your presence.

The feeble gust of oxygen that hit your chin as you pretended to find more interest in the caulk and drywall on the living room ceiling rather than in him, fueled you. You knew that you could sit around and wait forever but you also knew Jisung was desperate. You were only testing to see just how desperate he actually was.

“Please… Y/N” he croaked out, and looked at you with pleading eyes as you assumed your previous position.

Jisung’s wanting turned hungry as a few hairs from his bangs stuck to the light film of sweat that was beginning to form on his brow. He squeezed his eyes shut and lowered his whole body closer to yours. You could feel the rousing chaotic beating of his heart as his chest landed on you, and the soft fabric of his t-shirt trailed across the exposed skin above your breasts. Though his mind was racing and excited, his movements remained slow and deliberate. He ran his thumb through the back of your hair and inadvertently tickled the side of your neck with his pinky. One hand gripped the top of the couch with strained white knuckles as he placed his lips upon yours in uncomplaining wait for any sort of guiding motion.

Feeling his sigh of relief, you finally gave into him. You grazed his bottom lip with your tongue and sucked it in ever so slightly. Your hands seemingly traveled on their own as you reached under his shirt and ran the smooth rounded tips of your fingernails from his chest down to his stomach, purposefully tracing around the sensitive bud of his nipples just enough to make him twitch. With every minor nod of your head, and exhale through your nose Jisung followed suit, letting you slip your tongue past his plush swollen lips and into his salivating mouth. He couldn’t describe the feeling he felt when kissing you, it wasn’t quite pain, but rather something that bordered on the very precipice of pleasure. The way you made his jaw work to keep up with you filled him with anticipation. Your hands soon found their way to Jisung’s hips as the cold pads of your fingers rested gently on his sides.

You lifted your chin again to catch your breath and giggle a bit as you looked up at your roommates glassy almost tearful looking eyes. His lips were somehow even pinker than before, marked with the faintest little red indentations from where your teeth had been. They shined with a mixture of yours and his spit as a single trail of saliva connected your two mouths before disappearing. You tightened your grip on his hips digging your nails into his skinny back as gently as you could while still giving him a little shock to the system. “Your waist is almost smaller than mine.” You said, taking in his lean sprawling form “It’s no fair…” you said mockingly, guiding his hips lower and lower so that they were closer to yours. Jisung’s eyebrows knitted together as he looked down at you. He dared not kiss you again without permission, but secretly also craved an idea of what the repercussion might be. The baggy yet somehow constricting denim of his jeans felt rough against the soft satiny finish of your nightgown. You untied the loose bow of your robe, letting him take a moment to look you up and down. The thin pink fabric draped across your body like water, leaving little to the imagination. Jisung took slight pride in the fact that he could see the faint outline of your hardening nipples, he coveted the idea that he too could make you feel desire. Jisung let out an almost mouse like whine when you lowered his hips unto yours, using your hands to show him how to grind against you. You turned your head to the side exposing your neck as you watched the TV. “Just don’t leave a mark…”

Small, quick, and innocent little pecks transformed into generous, slow, and sensual kisses along the path of your trachea. He had lost your attention before but he was determined to keep it now. The tip of Jisung’s tongue swiped at the edge of your collarbone as he exhaled a deep and warm swath of air that kindled a fire in your ribcage and made the space between your thighs long for their sexual appetite to be satiated.

Jisung’s voice was low and raspy, the words he spoke traveled slowly, rumbling their way into your eardrums. “C- can I?” He said, in a way that was so polite it took you a minute to register what he was asking. He brought one trembling hand down from the top of the couch and looked at you with wide brown eyes as his hand softly landed on your upper thigh. His fingers were rough and his palms were clammy. His thumb drew small restrained circles on the inner corner of your leg, dangerously close to the light pulse developing at your core.

You smiled, trying your best to not look smug. “Go ahead”. You said with an encouraging nod.

Jisung led with a small kiss on your jawline before slipping his hand under your dress. He took his time enjoying the soft velvety feeling of your stomach under your lacy outfit before slipping his fingers past the delicate hem of your equally lacy underwear. His pointer finger gently pressed the skin above your clitoris before he began rubbing it carefully. His movements were tentative and soft as his middle finger slipped between your ever-dampening folds. With every slow clockwise rotation of his finger, you writhed against him, feeling your clit harden and his hot breaths in your ear.

Your breath was picking up, as was his, as every movement of your hips was a signal to him to keep going. He continued to kiss and suckle at the skin on your neck, heeding your warning to avoid leaving any marks. His middle quickly followed by his index finger, coated in the slippery juices of your pleasure; slid inside of you easily. You sang a symphony of drawn out breathy moans as he worked his way inside of you, curling his fingers in and out with a precision you didn’t know he was capable of. His face was unusually serious and focused as it seemed all his attention was fixated on pleasing you. The way he took your satisfaction so seriously was endearing, to the point where you couldn’t stop yourself from grabbing his cheeks and kissing him once again. This time, your kisses were sloppier and a tiny bit faster as you both had found comfortable refuge in each other’s bodies. Gone was the nervous tension, the unspoken sexual attraction, the awkwardness… All that was left was the sounds of two wet mouths melding together in horny abject cohesion. Jisung whined and groaned as he kissed you. Your fingers ran through his silky dark red hair and his fingers pumped in and out of you with fervor. Every low guttural moan that threatened to escape your lips was immediately swallowed up by him, as you both spent mere milliseconds seconds coming up for air before kissing each other again.

You could feel the slow, warm, bubbling sensation creeping its way up from your pelvis and into your stomach. Your grip tightened on the back of Jisung’s head the more you could feel your core building up to a release. His slow drawn-out circles on your clit made it feel like a hearty fire was burning within you. Your breathless broken sentences hit his ears between each kiss. “Jisung. Don’t. Stop”.

He wasn’t planning to, but now he knew for sure what was keeping you going. The tight grip you had on his scalp made his dick rock solid as he couldn’t quite decide on if he’d rather taste you, or be inside of you. “Okay” he said shyly. He was totally winded but refused to stop making out with you for fear that you would get turned off and push him away.

His fingers still moved slowly but now he circled your area with more pressure as the feeling within you reached a point at which it could no longer build. It started like a single insignificant pebble on the side of a mountain that sets off the the other stones at the beginning of an avalanche. There was a plateau and your fingers relaxed and let go of his hair, such that Jisung thought he might have done something wrong. He stopped his ministrations and just pressed a single digit on the spot, and soon the cascading wave of pleasure hit you. Like a Rube Goldberg machine your body was set in motion; a series of flexes and relaxations. First your knees, then your hips, next your chest, then your hands and feet, and finally the slightly high pitched feathery moan that ended in a deeper diaphragm-based huff that came from your throat. Jisung pulled back just enough to hover over you without leaving enough space for the heat between your bodies to travel elsewhere. He looked closely at the snail’s pace rising and falling of your bosom. There were light particles of sweat on your neck and the sigh of relief you let out as you grabbed his wrist made him feel nervous and excited. “Close your eyes” you instructed, and he did so swiftly. You gripped his wrist and lifted it up without any sense of restraint from him. You took Jisung’s two soaked fingers and pressed them to his bottom lip. “Open your mouth.”

He once again did as told; opening his mouth, and letting you use his own fingers that were inside you not so long ago to press down on his taste buds. His eyes squeezed shut even tighter as he struggled to stay sane. Your motions mimicked his previous ones as you pushed his hand forward and backwards. Jisung sucked on his knuckles, feeling the rough pads of his two fingers sliding across his tongue savoring this moment of you on his palate. Every slight press towards the back of his mouth made him let out a sound you had never had the pleasure of hearing from him before. It was soft, and submissive, and utterly delightful to the ear. His long fluttery eyelashes weighing down his sharply pointed and heavily lidded eyes, his blotchy white and red knuckles going in and out past his puckering salmon-colored lips, his rosy hollowing cheeks that seemed to instinctually understand what you wanted to see.

“How’s it taste?” You teased, and his face continued to redden. As you pulled his hand from his mouth Jisung’s head followed a bit like a dog with a bone being taken directly from it’s jowls, and you could see the look of embarrassment he bore as you spoke. You couldn’t stop the sarcastic tone in your voice when addressing him “That good huh?”

Jisung smiled with a tinge of shame. Logically he knew there was no reason to feel vindicated when you were simply pointing out the obvious, but illogically his brain told him there was nothing but shame in unabashedly showing just how much he liked you. “Yes.” He said avoiding your gaze like you’d turn him to stone if he addressed you directly.

You sat up on the couch and Jisung did the same. “You’re a good boy” you chuckled, patting his head like a little golden retriever. You scratched his chin and gave him a little peck on the nose you had thought about sitting on so many times before. You jutted out your bottom lip tauntingly and pouted just to see his reaction.

He was still quite nervous but your playful teasing did actually help. “I’m not a dog.” He said swatting your hand away as you tried to reach behind his ear.

“Well then stop acting like a scared puppy.”

“I’m not scared…” he replied.

You leaned forward to push a strand of hair away from his face “If you’re not scared, then what are you?”

He kept his head down but looked up at you with an expression just north of concern. “I don’t want to disappoint you.” He mumbled, clasping his hands together and placing them over the bulge in his jeans.

“You at least have to let me see what I’m working with…” You adjusted your posture and gently pushed Jisung’s shoulders until he was lying comfortably on his side of the couch. You watched as he swallowed harshly but layed back without much hesitation. You shimmied out of your bathrobe and let it drop onto the living room carpet. Jisung admired your beautifully confident face and your well proportioned body as you began to straddle his lap. You smiled warmly at him and placed a hand on the center of his chest using the other to make fluid pendulum like motions to steady his breathing. “It’s okay to be nervous” you said as genuinely as possible “there’s just no need to be scared.” He sucked in one cheek but looked at you happily with much less internal anguish. “I wouldn’t be sitting on your lap if I didn’t like you right.” You laughed.

“Right…”He said.

You lowered yourself onto Jisung’s lap, cupping his cheeks and leaning down to kiss him once again. He raised his head more confidently this time, stringing one arm around your waist and using the other to steady himself a bit. He tried his best to suppress the giddy feeling within him as you began to pepper kisses all across his face. With every peck you giggled right into his skin and he had to bite his lip to stop it from curling into a sheepish smile. Your hands trailed with a ghost like gentility over his biceps and forearms causing him to chuckle in a mix of general amusement and uncomfortable pleasure.

Jisung’s voice was phlegmy and gruff from holding back so many words and practically chocking on stifled moans. “That tickles.”

“Oh does it?” You teased. Running your fingers over different parts of his body for only seconds at a time, while watching him squirm made it that much easier to satisfy yourself while grinding against him.

You closed your eyes for a moment, feeling the slight friction between textured cloth and smooth skin. It sent a current through each of your bodies that made it feel like a bubble of warmth had lodged itself into the base of your pelvis. The invisible tether that had pulled you towards him and bound you together in ecstasy made every heavy breath and drawn out nasal exhale synchronize itself in time. Like the steady rhythmic ticking of a metronome being replaced by the fluid human passion of a conductor waving their wand, your light riding motions transformed into an orchestra of sloppy kisses and rough manhandling. Slipping your hands under the hem of his shirt, you lifted it up with ease. Jisung straitened out his back for a moment, and helped you pull the white cotton garment off of his body. He had never looked more attractive to you. His hair was a mess in the front, his bangs sticking up in various directions. You followed the outline of each vein and muscle in his pale and tensed arm. His figure was lean and muscular in a way that you wouldn’t have known it was, had he not undressed himself in front of you. You couldn’t help but run your fingers down the deep-set curves of his shoulder blades and the angular divots of his collarbone. His chest was soft yet firm and you swore you could see his heart beating through his ribcage. You trailed a single finger down to his stomach, admiring the slight definition in the abs he made sure to never show off. His thighs were similarly lean and muscular and he seemed to have no trouble holding you up for an extended period of time. He unintentionally bucked his hips and bit his lip as you let your finger travel down to his belly button and stop just at the elastic hem of his checkered boxers. He threw his head back and inhaled sharply, doing his beast to contain himself. His eyes were squeezed shut as you placed a few kisses upon his pectoral muscles and caressed his arms. You knew it would only embarrass him further to come right out and shower him with all the compliments about his body you felt he deserved, so you opted to show how much you liked it through action instead…

The crescendo of sounds that spilled past Jisung’s lips was music to your ears. You licked your thumbs quickly like two postage stamps and wasted no time in teasing his nipples. The chorus of darling whines and pleading whimpers that erupted from him every time you so much as swiped your finger across them made your insides throb in anticipation. Your pussy ached, but Jisung was struggling harder (no pun intended), writhing under you like he was in sexual agony. Rocking your hips back and forth over his erection had him gripping the sides of the couch with such force that you thought he might tear them from the sheer amount of physical chastisement. He balled up a fist and placed a hand over his face for any kind of grounding contact that would stop him from arriving early. You could see and feel the ever-widening patch of wetness over the closure of his jeans from a mixture of your soaked panties and the precum leaking from his tip.

You grabbed his wrist and moved his hand under your dress. His fingers trembled once they made contact with the underwire of your bra, inching slowly to touch the supple flesh underneath. It wasn’t a hard fight but he did fight a little, restraining his arm a bit in slight hesitation, a bid to stall the inevitable.

Jisung felt almost as if you were too beautiful, too good to touch. Almost… His hand cupped and kneaded your breast as you pressed it flush against you, allowing him to divulge himself in a small instance of selfish pleasure. Just as he was starting to enjoy himself a little too much you got up off of the couch to stand up and slip off your underwear. “Take your pants off.” You spoke flatly; stepping out of the lace material and leaving the physical evidence of your arousal on the floor.

Jisung cleared his throat and adjusted his posture. “Okay-“ He began slowly unbuttoning his jeans and pulling at the metal tab of his zipper. “-but why am I the only one taking all my clothes off…” He gulped fearfully.

You cocked your head to the side and laughed as he looked at you wide-eyed and innocent, a slight air of confusion around him. “Because…” you said, swatting his hands away in a hurry and pulling his pants down yourself, (not even bothering to get them off past his ankles). “I’m horny and I don’t feel like it…”

The cold air hit Jisung’s legs all at once as the change in temperature made all the hairs on his body stand on edge. Unlike his snails-paced movements, you took little care in getting what you wanted. You had spoken so matter of factly and moved so quickly that he hadn’t even had time to fully register what you had said before you were already licking your pointer finger and swirling it over the wet slit of his penis. His dick was just about as pink and veiny and tensed up as his face and his chest began to rapidly rise and fall, heaving with restraint. He let out a dry desperate moan the was less sound than it was just air. He looked up at the ceiling with a dizzying sort of blankness in his eyes as he had to focus on the bright yellow lightbulb attached to the ceiling fan. His brain short-circuited like it had forgotten how to control his eyelids. He couldn’t decide whether to keep his eyes open or closed so they just blinked intermittently, tears starting to form in them. His retinas burned with the watery gooey film collecting in his tear ducts; the only protection against the ingrained halo of light he couldn’t help but stare into. “Please…” he chocked, a single tear streaming down his cheek “please…”

“Please what?” You said cluelessly. Smirking and rubbing small circles against the head of his throbbing cock.

His mind went black and he had forgotten how to speak. He didn’t even really know what he wanted anymore, he just knew he wanted you…

“Please what?” You repeated raising an eyebrow incredulously.

“Anything…” he whispered hoarsely (more out of necessity than intentionality).

“Hmm…” you pursed your lips and toyed with him for a few more seconds until you were content with the amount of salty tears streaming down his face.

He sniffled and scrunched his sleek alabaster nose as the whole of him shivered in response to your touch. He could feel the mucus building in his nostrils and throat as his body went into crises mode and his brain could no longer make the distinction between unwanted danger and welcomed dominance. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… fuck… fu-“ was all he could really say.

The warm, wet, slick entrance of your cunt made every nerve that had the random misfortune yet veritable luck to be situated below the belt, spark up like frayed wires ready to electrocute anyone who dared touch them. A slew of incomprehensible gibberish and curse words dribbled out of his mouth spilling into the room like warm sun-soaked sand on a beach. The tip of his dick coated in your juices, slipped inside of you like it had always been made to fit there. Surrounded entirely by your warmth it twitched within you as you lowered yourself onto his lap again. Moving back and forth, and up and down with precision, your eyebrows knitted together as you felt his length enter you like a piston. Like a steel rod is hammered and welded into place he filled you; hot, and hard, and piercing. “Sit up.” You said curtly and out of breath.

Jisung being the obedient boy he was, sat up with perfect posture, rolling his shoulders back and eliminating his usual casual slouch. He wrapped his arms around your waist and looked at you like you were the only two people in existence. His eyelids were glassy from crying, and little streaks of dried tears adorned the sides of his face. His lips were lightly bruised with color and his face was sweaty. Overall he looked quite disheveled but his eyes… His eyes were shining and round. They twinkled like a galaxy full of stars, a look of adoration swirling within them. Dark brown and reflective, two round doe eyes stared back at you with a look that you could only describe as just so goddamn cute. His sweet pleading gaze was absolutely adorable. It was so innocent and pure seeming compared to the image of your swollen excited clit rubbing against his sizable veiny shaft.

Jisung pulled you close, letting the silky chiffon fabric of your slip dress collide with his chest. He thrusted into you slowly but surely, letting you take the lead and ride him. You wrapped your legs around him and plunged your lower half forward arching your back and running a hand through your hair. Jisung could barely handle the feeling of your bare ass rubbing against him as a mixture of various arousal fluids dripped down his cock and onto his aching balls. The space between his inner thighs felt hot and sticky and his toes practically curled as you used him like a tool to fuck yourself. “You feel so fucking good!” He whined shaking his head and squeezing his eyes shut as if to try and convince himself that it wasn’t true, that he wasn’t so fucking turned on right now. In a voice that was so forlorn it almost made you feel bad for him… (almost) he cried “I can’t! Y/N I can’t!”

You rested your hands on his shoulders and kissed away a few tears before licking your lips. “Just a little bit longer, a few more seconds okay…” you spoke softly “you’re doing so good Ji. I know you can get me there too.”

He tried to nod in response but instead Jisung just buried his head into your shoulder, placing sniveling tearful kisses into the crook of your neck. You were so close. You could feel the fire bubbling up inside, stoking the flames with every movement as you two held eachother. Jisung gripped your ass, his large hands dwarfing every part of your body they clasped. You could feel your hole getting tighter and tighter and Jisung could feel your pussy tensing up and squeezing his cock. Again you felt it, you sensed it, the little pebble at the top of the mountain that threatens to break it all… It rolled and rolled before colliding with the boulder. You cradled Jisung’s head against your shoulder and whispered in his ear. “I want you to cum inside me.” You said, and now came the avalanche.

The rush that was building inside of you had finally reached its breaking point. Your body temperature started to rise enough to make a thermometer explode. You could feel Jisung’s gravelly moans and harsh grunts accompanying the white hot liquid he shot into you that threatened to spill out like sweet jarred honey. Trembling and weak he tried his best to keep himself inside of you, thrusting upwards as his mind went blank and he twitched and shivered just enough to make you drown in absolute satisfaction. You dug your nails into his shoulders and trapped him against the hold of your thighs as you moaned, feeling your body release a worlds worth of tension.

Though you were exasperated and panting you took the time to kiss Jisung’s shoulder and stroke the back of his head affectionately. “You did good.” Carefully, you lifted yourself off of him and stood up to stretch a bit.

Jisung laid back, one arm splayed over the side of the couch like a cadaver, naked body and empty mind unable to properly function. He couldn’t really bring himself to move so he just turned his head to the side lazily and then back up to look at you. “TV’s still on…” he mumbled.

How he managed to make you laugh so often you had no idea but his totally fucked out expression was priceless. “I’ll be right back.” You said laughing and exiting the room.

You returned a few minutes later with a warm damp wash cloth and a fresh change of his clothes. You knelt down beside the couch where Jisung lay his head and planted a small kiss on his lips before using the cloth to wipe away his tears. You cleaned up his thighs of any sticky cum leftover on his body and placed a small stack of a neatly folded sweatsuit and a pair of boxers on his stomach. “Get changed”.

“Okay.”

It took him a minute to get his bearings but Jisung eventually stood up and got changed. You snickered to yourself watching him clumsily step into his sweatpants you had grabbed for him, trying to sus out of this was his regular amount of clumsiness or a post nut induced sort of clumsiness.

“I’m making myself a cup of tea you want one?” You asked standing on your tiptoes to grab your roommate’s favorite mug off of one of the kitchen shelves (you were going to make him the tea anyways).

“Uhh sure.” He said. “Hey how do you know where I keep my underwear?” He asked. Scooping up all the discarded clothes on the floor and taking them to the hamper before joining you in the kitchen.

Jisung took a step back when he saw the devilish grin on your face and heard the sweet innocent giggle laced with mischief in your voice…

[qwordavoider]

Parting Waves

Here is a snippet of chapter 3 which is now posted on ao3. Thank you all so much for enjoying this as much as I am enjoying writing it!

He pulled into the parking lot and noticed that Evan’s jeep was already there. As Tommy walked in, he scanned the crowded bar looking for him. His eyes eventually landed on a very tired-looking Evan saving room for everyone at a booth in the back corner. The bags under his eyes were worse than they were the last time Tommy had seen him. Evan was staring off into the distance with a haunted look on his face that Tommy had seen in more than a few soldiers during his time in the army. The second Evan saw him it was like a switch flipped and he was his usual excited self. Tommy’s heart clenched at the thought of that being a habit for Evan and made his way over to the table. 

“Hey, Tommy,” Evan smiled at him.

“Hi, Evan,” Tommy said softly as he noticed the other man gulp a little bit at the use of his name. 

“I haven’t ordered any drinks since no one was here yet but feel free to order something. The first round will be on me tonight,” the words rapidly tumbling out of Evan’s mouth.

“I think I’ll just wait for everyone else to get here.” Tommy paused, before convincing himself to continue. “How are you doing?”

“Good, my certification classes are still going really well and I finally have figured out a time to talk to Bobby alone. Athena invited me to their place for dinner tomorrow night, so hopefully I’ll get some answers soon.” Buck said. 

That wasn’t what Tommy had meant when he asked the question, but before he could pry further, Howie and Hen walked in.

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[dragons-and-yellow-roses]

I love being a writer. When I was younger I thought I would become a bestselling author. Instead, I'm writing fanfiction for the Unknown Armies campaign I'm a part of. It's like 1000 words of just the thought process of a ghost. I wish I could go back in time to my younger self and show them my 1000 words about. Again. The thoughts of a made up ghost.

[uhbasicallyjustmilex]

me: sits down to write feeling full of inspiration

chronic pain: no 🙃

[thelovers-thedreamers-and-me]

the downside to being a sitcom neighbour sort of person is that when rough things happen and emotionally fuck u up a lil bit, it also sounds completely made up

[alfhildr-the-word-weaver]

I must say, it's pretty poetic that I've gotten to season 6 of Vampire Diaries right before another solar eclipse happens in America. I certainly didn't plan it, but it does feel like my timing is very appropriate with this one. I do have questions about the accuracy of the eclipse portrayal in the show, though. I mean, a solar eclipse did in fact happen on May 10, 1994, and it was visible across much of the country, so that much is accurate. But I don't think Mystic Falls would've had quite as good of a view as they show it having. For reference, here's a map of the May 1994 eclipse path (credit: timeanddate.com):

And, if you'll remember, Mystic Falls is like two hours from my old hometown just a stone's throw north of Lynchburg, Virginia, as seen on the locator spell map (this one's all over tumblr, forgive me for not remembering what blog I grabbed it from):

So if you zoom in on the timeanddate map and pick somewhere closeish to there:

It looks like Mystic Falls would be getting a little over 77% coverage or so. It's also worth noting that the '94 eclipse was an annular eclipse, not a total eclipse like tomorrow's eclipse. That still means that the moon went directly in front of the sun, but it does mean that it was small enough/far enough from earth that you didn't quite get full coverage of the sun (thanks to weather.gov for the nifty graphic):

So, I'm not positive whether it would've looked quite as dark as was shown in the show:

Although, I must admit, in this video I found on youtube of the '94 eclipse, (part of me is shocked to find footage from then but I know I shouldn't be like yes they had cameras in the 90s) it actually looks more similar than I expected it to look, but I imagine it was most likely filmed within the path of totality:

But also, when Kai takes Bonnie to Portland, don't they see the eclipse again there? I couldn't find that clip on youtube just now, but Portland barely had any eclipse--only 42-43% coverage, so it would've been way milder of a visual effect, barely any dimming in the sky noticeable without eclipse glasses.

The funny thing is, the area where I live is going to be sitting right around 80% coverage tomorrow. I was lucky enough to get to travel to Missouri for the 2017 eclipse to get into the path of totality, but I'm afraid that it hasn't worked out for me to do so this year, which is immensely disappointing to me as an astronomy enjoyer, but I do still plan to go to an eclipse party and I'm going to start saving to try and get to Spain for the next total eclipse in 2026, which is going to be right around my 30th birthday (screaming). Anyways, it isn't great, but here's my best picture from the '17 eclipse:

I didn't even have a smartphone yet then, because despite it being 2017, I was somewhat of a luddite, so I had the purple flip phone I so stubbornly clung to and a point-and-click Nikon, but I still think this picture is pretty cool for what it is. Here's the zoom in so you can really see that ring of fire (and my shaking hands doubling the image):

Obviously you can find thousands of better eclipse pictures online, but that one's still special to me because it's mine. Anyways, I'll report back with smart phone pictures from whatever I see of the 80% total eclipse tomorrow to compare and contrast with Mystic Falls's 70% annular eclipse of the 90s, because from what I've heard it's going to be much less impressive than full totality was, but I've yet to watch a partial solar eclipse, so I'll just have to find out. Also, if you happen to have any vampiric loved ones trapped in a magical prison dimension who you need help freeing during the eclipse tomorrow, let me know and I'll see what I can do! ;) Hahaha. Anyways, happy eclipse everyone, and may we all possess sufficient self restraint to avoid eye damage (says the woman who has looked at the sun unprotected so many times and is probably going to go blind because of it some day. I know what I've done lol. Don't be me.)

[infectedzoology]

tag dump

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[orcelito]

So today went pretty great tbh. Piercing downsizing went fine (it's healing great apparently), and then I went to the art fair! I mostly just walked around and bought things that caught my eye. Supporting local artists!

The fav things I got where this bracelet:

Which I saw and INSTANTLY knew I needed to get. Bc turtle item and Also my fav color (I was hilariously wearing almost the exact same shade tank top. I am a cartoon character.) Handmade and so nice...

And these coasters!!!! Which I've been needing new ones, so I saw these and was like "oh BOY new coasters!" Funny thing about this stand is that when I was looking at the coasters of artist mentioned how a few designs had matching light switch covers... pointed at the pink ones, then looked at me and was like "...though you don't really look like much of a pink person" like lmfao I was CLOCKED. and sure enough I bought the black and white set. I do not regret this at all.

[exopelagic]

okay I’m going insane I need to fix my sleep schedule now

[thegempage]

eeeuuuuggghhh i'm gonna bitch in the tags a bit bcus this isn't like. serious enough to put more effort into it than that but i also don't want it to sit in my brain.

[a-very-fond-farewell]

listen. when I say these two are toxic for each other I don’t mean it in an abusive way. if they want to fight, brawl and then fuck about it or pine away that’s their business. I’m just transcribing what I see. I’m genderfluiding what they show me. I’m out of here.

[phoenixiancrystallist]

Month 2, day 1

Did a little work on Flick tonight. I needed a break from animating and it was nice to do some relaxing shading on a ridiculously ornate sword n_n

[adara-writer]

Goals for tonight are to finish writing chapter 8, start editing it, and work on the rest of the outline. I actually know where this story is going to end, so I'm really hoping I might be to get a rough chapter count to add onto the fic when I update it tomorrow.