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padfootastic · 2 years ago
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being greedy but i'm interested in your answers for 6, 16, and 18 for the ask game <3
hello sharmz 💜💜 thank u sm!! (for kickstarting this, i was so worried it’d go ignored lol 💀)
6. Do you have pets?
sadly no :(( always wanted one (i used to be obsessed w dogs earlier but covid,,,did something,,,and now i’m just tolerant of any and all creatures but not especially passionate about one) but my dad has a Thing about ‘caging’ animals in the house and never really liked it. my grandma did have a german shepherd when i was young and i grew up alongside her and have the fondest memories w her tho!!! she was the absolute best <33
16. Do you have any tattoos? If not, would like to?
this is another sad no 😔😔 for all my piercings, tattoos are still a bit of a no-go in ~desi households and i’ve been trying to convince my mom for *so long* my god. i want to get a whole sleeve on at least one hand, including an arm band on my forearm (so hot?? for no reason??) and just. idk. fill my body up with a lot of doodles and shapes hehe
18. Do you like reading? If yes what's your favourite book?
absolutely obsessed w it. i go through phases where i’m either in reading slumps or going thru 30+ books a month easy. for the past couple years, i’ve only been able to stomach super chill romcoms because escapism is the name of the game 😎 don’t really have fav books,,,,but a few of the ones i loved recently are:
- Talia Hobbert’s Brown Sisters series (esp the second one!!)
- Joely Sue Burkhart’s Their Vampire Queen Series (basically just sex and blood and vampires; it’s a polyam series of like. 7? books and i love each and every one of them <3)
Get To Know Me!!
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sabahs-stuff · 7 months ago
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Manifest appearance change. (Weight loss/gain)
(Success story)
❏First and foremost, Yeah, I know you shouldn't let go of your manifestation. Like detaching from your manifestation bla bla..
However, I have noticed that actively affirming appearance change is difficult for me because I love looking at my reflection in the mirror all the time. And I've to constantly remind myself to affirm. Every time I affirm, one of my inner voices started stating the opposite.
I weighed 47kg (I'm 5'3; I know it's the ideal weight, but I wanted to gain a little more). It was difficult for me to eat more. I believe it was about April 14 or 15. I decided to quit trying to eat more. I started to joke that I was gaining weight without eating,"are u kidding me? I'm eating nothing and also skipping dinner these days, so how tf am I gaining weight?" Some of my friends even laughed at me.🙂
Then, out of nowhere, my sister began complaining that I had gained weight, then few days ago I went to the doctor for a checkup, and they also measured my weight, it's 51KG now. Mind you, I skipped a lot of meals and wasn't eating at all. It was during the Mercury retrograde. I was quite depressed and saddened also someone so close to me died. But it took me like 10 days to gain 4kg. If that's not shocking idk what is.
So, this is what I did (•_•)
Reminder : "If you could make yourself believe that you have the exact appearance you desire, it would change"
Every time I ate, I told myself, "I should be dieting." And look at what I'M doing. I should start working out before it's too late. And that is all. Then I didn't even affirm anything during the day, ( I believe that if you make your brain believe that you're prettiest little creature on the planet and your existence is a service to the humanity then that's how it would be. And my toxic trait is that I believe my presence is a blessing to the humanity.😂
every time I looked in the mirror, I said, "Wtf? I'm gaining weight . "Shit, I need to diet." And trust me when I tell you at that exact moment your brain is going send you a thought "Stop lying; you're still skinny bitch"
But don't forget that you get to select what happens in your reality. If your mind wants to offer you lemons, make lemonade.😂
I said, "Yes, that's correct. If I want to lose my weight I need to affirm I'm still skinny" and I kept on saying "I need to lose weight or I'll gain more weight" just tricked my brain into thinking that I'm chubby and attempting to manifest becoming skinny. And I didn't focused on the end goal; I wasn't obsessed with it; I didn't give a damn about it, but whenever I noticed a little change, I freaked out as if something terrible had happened. And believe me when I say I freaked out it was Oscar worthy😂
I Remember, the first thing I noticed was that my arm was looking a bit chubby. I was screaming and even fake crying, 😭 "Damn this is embarrassing, I need to work out, I'm gaining weight." I then searched and downloaded weight loss workouts online.
Trust me I was living the moment 😂. literally living in the end. It was easy at the time because my brain was literally blank. I had no feelings or emotions, so I fed my brain whatever I wanted, and it ate every thought I gave it. I'm happy with my weight now.
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I'm now 51kg this is just a photo I saved from Pinterest but this is my Desired type-
Here are some tips:
Your appearance is constantly changing with your affirmations and beliefs. So don't doubt whether this is going to work or not. 
Your manifestation will take time, depending on you and your beliefs.
And about mental health, I would post about it later, but it's important.
The more you visualize, the faster it will become a reality.Visualise everything; literally, everything you want, VISUALIZE 🙌 stay in your head
The amount of things I changed and manifested in my life is crazy; it's different for each person. But it took me a year to fully understand manifestation. So give yourself time. Spend time with yourself; the better you know yourself, the better you'll get in manifestation. Best advice: talk to yourself (in your head, of course, or others would think you're crazy, lol 😹.)  gossip with yourself; if you want to be tall tell yourself that you're tall and stick to it refuse to let go. ✊🏻
Hope you like it. It's my first ever post but clearly not the last �� feel free to ask any questions. 🩷
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seungkw1 · 7 months ago
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maestro — ljh // chapter 1
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⛧ pairing: lee jihoon x afab!reader (reader uses she/her pronouns) ⛧ theme: fantasy, suggestive (18+ smut in future chapters) ⛧ chapter wc: 2.7k ⛧ warnings: minor knife violence ⛧ a/n: when i tell u that lee jihoon wrecked me sooooo bad this comeback !!!! the maestro mv was fully giving villain!woozi and my brain took that and absolutely ran with it. also, this is my first chapter fic!! much more to come, stay tuned <3
Your knowledge of the enemy is minimal, but what is known for certain is this: the Maestro is a dark and powerful sorcerer that is not to be trifled with - and you’ve just walked right into his trap.
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You fucked up.
Your task was simple enough: sneak into the palace, steal the ring, and get the hell out. You’ve done countless jobs like this over the years - you're a professional for fuck’s sake. Sure, this gig was a bit more high-profile than usual, but nothing you couldn't handle. 
Yet somehow, they caught you. 
You rack your brain for a clue - something, anything, to indicate what went wrong. But you come up blank. Everything had gone according to plan (up until you found yourself surrounded by imperial guards with a knife at your throat, anyway), not a single detail overlooked. Something is off here, your instinct tells you. 
Here you are now, being forcefully escorted through the palace’s underlevels by a squad of imperial goons. The head goon hauls you through the dim hallways, his grip on your arm painfully tight, knife drawn and at the ready in case you were to try something foolish. A dark mask covers his lower face, so he's hard to get a read on, but you can tell he’s nothing more than a large, brainless oaf. You’ve single-handedly outwitted enemies like him in the past - but here, you are far too outnumbered. For the time being, you comply. 
You arrive at a large steel door, adorned only by a small barred window in its middle. With a rough shove the guard pushes you into the cell - you fall to the ground, your palms striking the cold stone floor. The hinges let out a horrid creaking sound before the door slams shut with a loud CLANG. You hear the clunking of a heavy chain, then the click of a padlock. Footsteps fade away as the imperial squad retreats - then, silence. You are all alone, trapped, imprisoned in this musty cell, somewhere in the depths of the Maestro’s palace. 
You sit on the hard ground, alone with your thoughts. The more you think about it, the only explanation is that this was a setup. But the Agency’s entire job is to sift through lies and misinformation; if this was a trap, there must be something larger at play - something elaborate, sinister. 
Unfortunately for you, you have nothing but time to try and piece together this puzzle. You lean your head against the stone wall, trying to figure out how the fuck you're gonna get yourself out of this mess. 
The absence of natural light leaves you with no way of telling time. The silence grows eerie. Your mind wanders, imagination soon running wild. You’ve heard of people who lose their minds within days of solitary confinement. Will that happen to me?, you can’t help but wonder. How long will I be here? Are they going to bring me food, or am I doomed to die of starvation? How did I even end up here? What are they planning to do with me? What if they forget about me? What if…
Your mind grows weary. You decide to lay down - no use in staying awake and overthinking. You rest your head on the gravelly floor - it’s uncomfortable, but your eyelids soon become heavy. You drift in and out of consciousness, strange visions and voices floating through your mind. Before long, you are asleep.
You’re running. You don’t know where to, but you are running through winding, endless corridors. Running from… something. You don’t know what. The sound of your racing heartbeat pounds in your ears, surpassed only by the heaving pants of your labored breathing. The neverending halls begin to expand around you - they grow larger and larger, disorienting your sense of perception. From behind, unsettling noises draw nearer and nearer: screeching echoes, thunderous crashes, wicked laughter. You run, but it’s not fast enough. The horrid sounds infiltrate your mind, reverberating through your skull so loudly you feel as if your head is about to explode. Suddenly, through blurred vision you see the hallway’s end; at it stands a cloaked figure, facing away from you. You can’t see anything else of the entity, but you sense the dark energy that surrounds it. Dread wells in the pit of your stomach, filling you with terror - but, for some reason, you are drawn to the malevolent being. Their presence is magnetic, alluring - frightening, but seductive. You press on - you don’t know why, but you must get to them. Your legs feel as if they’ve turned to lead - each footstep slowing you down further. You’re almost there, almost, almost… finally - the figure is within arm’s reach. In excruciating slow motion, you extend your hand toward them. Your fingertips graze the black cloak, its woven texture coarse against your skin. Your hand glides over the thick fabric - you close your grip around their shoulder, forcefully turning them around to face you. You lift your gaze to look at their face-
BANG.
You jolt awake in a panic. Disoriented, heart pounding, it takes you a moment to realize you’re still in the cold, dark prison cell. Faint light enters the room through the now-open doorway. Standing in it is a tall, thin man - you can barely make out his face, but his presence is unsettling. He peers down at you, his piercing eyes practically boring a hole into your head. 
“Come with me,” is all he says. 
You blink dully a few times, still not fully lucid. You try to process what all is happening, but your dream (nightmare?) weighs heavily at the forefront of your mind. The odious man quickly becomes irritated.
“GET UP!” he bellows at you.
You rise, stumbling to your feet. Two guards enter from behind him, swiftly seizing hold of your arms and yanking you out of the cell. They halt in front of the man. An unpleasant scowl seems permanently engraved on his face. He smirks at you.
“Well aren’t you pretty.”
You spit on the ground in front of his feet. The man glares at you with vitriol. He draws a short sword from the depths of his cloak, pointing it at your face. He traces the razor-sharp tip lightly across your cheek.
“Act like that again,” he sneers. With a quick flick of the wrist he delivers a small slash into your cheekbone. You barely flinch.
“And I’ll carve some very permanent scars into that pretty little face of yours.”
You stare at him, but say nothing. With a huff he turns, sauntering off into the hallway.
“Come along now. The Maestro wants to see you.”
The first thing you notice upon entering the chamber is the hundreds of candles set alight, illuminating the otherwise unlit space. The second is the hooded figure seated upon the throne at the room’s distant end, reclining arrogantly - watching you intensely. 
You hadn’t seen their face, but you know: it is the figure from your dream.
The guards stand you before the Maestro. You still can’t see their face. The thin man who summoned you steps forward, giving a small bow to his master.
“The thief, Your Majesty.”
The Maestro leans forward. Their face, previously shadowed, becomes illuminated in the candlelight: you see a man, much younger than anticipated - and strikingly beautiful. His eyes, adorned with dark makeup, peer up and down your body, studying you. He rises, nonchalantly descending the few steps before him; the clacking of his boots against the dark marble echoes through the otherwise silent chamber. He strolls toward you, maintaining eye contact, coming to a stop within mere inches of you. Slowly he removes his hood, revealing a head of long pale tresses. Up close, he is even more stunning. 
The man lifts his hand, delicately taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger. He tilts your head, observing the cut on your cheek.
“I told you to bring me the prisoner unharmed,” he scolds his servant. His gaze doesn’t stray from your face.
The subordinate’s face drops. “Apologies, my liege,” he responds hesitantly. “I-”
“Leave.”
He says nothing else. The servant’s eyes darken with fear. “My liege-”
The man before you motions to the guards. “Take him away.”
The guards seize the man, dragging him from the chamber in silence. The door closes with a heavy thud. You are now alone with the enemy. 
Your existing knowledge of the mysterious individual known as the Maestro is minimal - you have a fairly high level of clearance within the Agency, but even there the details are sparse. Rumors abound, but what is known for certain is this: the Maestro is a dark and powerful sorcerer, and is not to be trifled with.
You watch the man before you intently as he turns on his heels, meandering casually across the room, hands behind his back. Undoubtedly, his presence is intimidating; but admittedly he does not seem to be nearly the loathsome monster you’ve been led to believe he is. Regardless, you will not be letting your guard down. 
“My apologies for the poor treatment you have received thus far,” the man starts as he resumes his seat upon the large, ornate chair. A bowl of deep-purple grapes sits on the table beside him; he reclines again, reaching for the supple fruits. He plucks a particularly round grape from its stem, drawing it to his lips - he places it upon his tongue, holding it there momentarily before biting down, its juicy flesh bursting within his mouth. He chews, his eyes fixated upon you. He swallows before continuing.
“I had to ensure you were who I thought you were, and not some irrelevant member of the Agency.”
You grimace, displeased to learn that your suspicions were correct. He did know about the mission, and presumably the Agency’s agenda too. If that’s the case, then how much else does he know…
You’re itching to ask him who exactly he thinks you are, but you hold your tongue. You know better than to engage with the enemy unless absolutely necessary.
“But now that I am certain, I assure you you will receive nothing but the finest accommodations.” 
You say nothing. He eats another grape. You’ve been staring for far too long when you realize his plush lips seem to have you in a trance; you quickly return to glaring at him.
A few moments of silence pass. The intense eye contact he sustains stirs up a sensation within you - not fear, not worry, but rather… intrigue. You know the man is dangerous, yet here you are - simply captivated by him. You silently curse yourself for allowing emotion to infiltrate your mind like this. You’re smarter than this. Get your shit together.
“Refusing to speak, I see. Very well then. But aren’t you curious?” He leans forward, taunting you. “You know I hold the answers you seek, y/n.”
Your stomach drops. He just called you by your real name. Members of the Agency are exclusively referred to by their code names - even amongst colleagues, true identities remain concealed. How does he…
Your face remains stoic, indifferent, but he smirks. He can read you like an open book, and he knows you know it. 
“Go on, question me. You must see there is no threat here - I am unarmed. You may speak freely.”
You know that’s an absolute crock of bullshit. A cunning sorcerer is never truly unarmed - god knows what he could conjure up in the blink of an eye. But, admittedly he does have a point. You very well may die here - might as well get some fucking answers first. 
“How did you know I was coming?” you ask coldly.
A sly grin appears on his face. “Ah, she speaks! Good girl.” You scowl at him; he continues. “It’s simple, really - it was me who allowed the Agency to ‘discover’ the location of the palace. I made sure their little reconnaissance efforts would lead them to send their most skilled operative to retrieve the ring.”
“You wanted the ring to be stolen.”
“No. I wanted the ring to be stolen by you.”
You pause at his unexpected words. What?
Every neuron in your brain is screaming at you to be silent, don’t play into his little games. But you open your mouth anyway.
“And why me?” 
“Oh, I’ve had my eyes on you for quite some time, darling.”
Your stomach jolts. He said it so nonchalantly, as if he was telling you the weather rather than admitting he’s been watching your every move for god knows how long.
You stare at him incredulously. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”
He simply shakes his head. “Patience - you will learn the whole story in due time. Guards!”
A new pair of imperials, much more polished and intelligent-looking than their brutish counterparts you’ve dealt with thus far, enter the room. 
“Please escort my guest to her bedchamber for the night. I must retire.”
The guards steer you toward the hallway. You follow without resistance. 
“Goodnight, y/n,” the man calls as you step through the doorway. You glimpse back: he is seated in the same position, watching you intensely. You catch a curious look in his eye, one you can’t quite read. He disappears as the heavy door shuts behind you.
As promised, your new accommodations are satisfactory - lavish, even. You’ve never seen a room with so many ornate embellishments, nor a bed with so many cushions and fine coverings. The washroom was equally fanciful, offering a large tub and luxurious-looking towels. Enticing, certainly, but at this point you are exhausted, and simply want to sleep anywhere that isn’t a cold stone floor. You lay upon the bed, not even bothering to retreat under the covers. Within seconds, you drift off to sleep.
You find yourself in the same hallway again - this time, not running, but merely standing behind the cloaked figure. You extend your hand, grabbing his shoulder and turning him round. You raise your eyes, meeting his gaze - but where his eyes should be, you only found blackness. You stare into the void of his sockets, hypnotized in fear, their darkness seeming to infiltrate your soul. He draws a dagger from his cloak, shoving you into the wall and placing it against your throat. You feel its pressure, but it does not break skin. He draws his face into yours, tenderly placing his lips upon your cheekbone - right atop your freshly-scarring cut. He kisses you - slowly, fervidly, his lips burning against your skin, but instead of pain you feel only pleasure. His free hand wraps around the small of your back, pulling your torso into his, holding you tightly against his blisteringly-hot form. The dagger remains perilously at your throat, a constant reminder of the power he holds over you. His lips parts from your cheek as he draws his head back, looking at you once again, the abysmal darkness of his stare penetrating through you. Slowly, he leans in, his lips converging on yours. Your mouth reaches for his, wanting for his kiss, yearning for his taste- 
Your eyes open. There are no windows in your room, but you get the sense that it is morning, midday perhaps. Dazed, you try to wake yourself up, but your mind keeps drifting back to your dream - to the man who has somehow infiltrated your subconscious. You raise your hand to your face, running your fingertips over your wound, but…
Quickly, you sit up, tossing your feet to the floor and heading toward the washroom. You approach the mirror, peering your face in close to the glass. Where there should have been a fresh scar: nothing. Not a mark on your skin. 
You frown. You don’t know what this means, but you suspect nothing good will come of it. 
A knock comes from the door. You hear the turn of the lock, followed by the creaking of the door swinging open. A young female servant enters, carrying a bundle of fabrics. A second follows, placing a tea set on the small table.
“You are expected at supper today,” the first woman informs you curtly. She places the fabrics upon your bed. “Wash up and dress in fresh clothes.” The two leave swiftly without another word.
You let out a sigh of annoyance. So this is how it’s going to be then. Fine - I’ll play along with his little games. You glance back at the mirror. A tired face looks back at you, grimacing.
Not like I have much of a choice anyway.
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⛧ chapter 2: coming soon ⛧
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sst0rmm · 3 months ago
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♡₊˚ a piece of you・₊✧
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ft: isagi, rin.
notes: their habits and idiosyncrasies 🫧 𓇼 ೀ
part/series: 1.0 2.0
wc: 1809
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yes i named this after the song u have to listen to it its utter perfection
makes me feel like the world is ENDING but you're in love, so it's okay ;)
taking a tiny baby little break from the in the mornings series to write this one (shameless plug, go check it out bcs rin and isagi r everything)
i have been gone for a while, SO SORRY life happened :(
god listening to the song makes me cry for a love (i never had)
okay isagi my lover's up first
isagi yoichi 💙🧿🫧
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isagi will cook and clean and prep everything for your arrival back home. when he's not at a game, far, far away, with only the isolated moon as his company (he wonders how he ever slept alone in a bed before), he basically becomes a doting house-husband.
when you're about to come home, he'll have prepped everything and made everything as neat and perfect as he will. because in his heart, your happiness comes first.
if the sun didn't shine at your workplace, or wherever you were out, he'll bring the sun back home.
"you didn't need to do this- isagi-"
"i wanted to, baby." he holds a finger against your lips and gives you that soft, sweet, slow kiss that never hesitates to make your world spin and clouds disappear and a garden of love bloom in your heart.
"now, let's eat."
AGHAHAHGHAHGH house husband isagi is best isagi and i will not believe otherwise
this isn't the only thing he does...
isagi will also get in his little sentimental moods. he'll spend his days scouring images of you, walking around the house, and one time even smelling your shampoo.
it's a fondness that grows in the utter core of his being when he's with you, and without you, he feels a little alone. like a neglected plant in a vast, vast field, he'll grow again when he's with you.
and he's also a little frightened. you wouldn't believe that one of the best strikers in the world'd be frightened, but these inner voices that whisper in his mind, a hypnotizing siren's song, tell him "he's not good enough."
when you're not there, only the voices remain, eating at him from the inside.
after all, he's not the most athletic, the best technique. he just has his mind, and when that starts to fail, what else does he have?
you come home to no warm meal one night. rain plops steadily with a thunk-thunk noise on your roof, and you see isagi staring vacantly at an empty TV screen.
you call out his name, but he doesn't respond. keeps on staring at that TV, blank as can be. you feel a soft shiver down your spine, but you shake it off and creep on the couch next to him.
"isagi, are you-?"
you don't finish your sentence before he wraps you up in a hug. it's crushing, like if he lets go of you you'll leave, and he'll be surrounded by the torrent of his own emotions.
he'll drown in them.
blue eyes look down at you wide and you can see the tinge of anxiety.
"listen to me," because you've seen this mood many a time before, "you are good enough, isagi yoichi. the glue that holds the team together- it's you. you're perfect the way you are."
and the wan smile that he had on before explodes into a defeaning, perfect crescendo. isagi's real smile, reserved for truly joyous moments with his team or simply whenever he's with you, is blinding and beautiful to behold.
"thanks, y/n, i really needed that." now, he presses a soft kiss onto your lips, and you're met with the heady taste of chocolate (you glimpse discarded wrappers in the corner of your eye). his lips are so soft, so pillowy that you can feel your heart stop and your body become fully aware of him.
you melt against him, souls intertwined, then take him by the hand. "now, let's go make dinner."
oh my goodness okay okay isagi fever is real
next blue lock dream man is up!! (they're all dreamy perfect beautiful but still)
rin itoshi ˖𓍢ִ໋🍃✧°.💚
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rin is caring, no doubt about that, but also a victim of his own genius. sometimes, he stays late at the field, practicing kicks and plays with undying fervor.
it's like a light has switched on his mind and it refuses to be switched off- it's hard to understand the inner workings of rin's mind, sometimes.
tonight is one of those days that he's just completely fired up. for whatever reason, he stays two hours after practice. no texts, no calls, and he leaves you staring at the clock anxiously. by now, dinner has gotten cold, and the only thing you can hear is the rhythmic tap of your fingers on the kitchen counter.
like, silence has never been so loud.
rin walks in around ten minutes later, face sweaty and hair a mess. he reaches out to hug you, but you decidedly step away and cross your arms.
you're a little bit more than mad. "where have you been?"
your boyfriend's brows furrow. "at the field, where else would i be?"
you scoff. it's not like you want to start an argument, but he needs to know where to draw the line. "well, i don't know. i called you like, three times but you didn't pick up."
"it's not the first time this happened," rin sighs, scratching the back of his neck, teal eyes downcast at the floor. normally, you would've left it at that, but you realize if you don't put your foot down now, this perpetual cycle of anxious worry will continue.
you gaze straight at his face pointedly. "yeah, it's not. which is why i'd like it to stop before it continues."
rin groans. "come on, y/n. i know i messed up, alright? i promise not to do it again."
"that's what you said the last time, and the time before that too." your voice is calm, measured, carefully controlled. then it breaks. "i'm just worried about you, rin."
he opens up his arms in search of another comforting embrace. you're not sure if it's more for you or for him. his teal eyes cloud over a little bit with sadness.
"i'm sorry, okay? i shouldn't have left you hanging like that."
"yeah, you shouldn't have."
"but-" rin's eyes alight with a determined fire, that very same fire he gets when he's on the field, that very same fire that can melt your heart into a puddle and make you weak in the knees, before he opens his mouth, "i'm done making excuses, y/n."
you don't even realize that you're crying until you look down and see the bottom of your, or rather rin's hoodie, slightly damp. rin's at your side in a flash, cupping your face with warm palms. the warmth of his skin on yours threatens to set your heart aflame.
"y/n, you're the end goal," he promises, while staring deep into your eyes. your vision is full of him- the slightly curved bow of his lips, hair pointing every which way, but most of all, his eyes, which seem to send an unspoken message to yours.
you can feel all your nerves sparking alight with the intensity of his gaze.
his lips press on yours decidedly, insistently, with no disguise of softness. you surrender immediately and throw your arms around him, and they nestle on the curve of his neck while he presses you flush against him.
it's electric, and you think you'll never quite have enough of rin itoshi. his tongue gently slides into your mouth, meeting yours, and you sigh.
"i love you. so much."
your head can barely come out of the kiss-induced daze. "i love you too," you respond, and the two of you melt against each other.
outside, the night is young, and the stars wink brightly down, as if to foreshadow a good omen. you smile against rin's lips and kiss him, this time is soft, sweet, and slow.
YESSS this made me rememberr how much i love writing on tumblr loll
you know what's coming next.. ;)
rin is also very possessive. maybe it's because he's used to getting what he wants, where he wants, when he wants it. especially in football, he basically always gets what he wants with how hard he works.
you were actually the exception to the rule- unlike the population of the rest of japan- you didn't fall for him at first sight. of course, that only made him love you more, and make the wait worth both your whiles.
anyways, if he sees another guy's hands on you, it's game over for the guy. in your case, your friend's slinging his arm around your shoulders while you two are walking down the street after getting coffee.
"and like, she totally cussed him out," your friend stage whispers, and you laugh.
"oh my god, really? but like-"
rin rounds the corner just then, smiling in a way that would be uncharacteristic to anybody else except for you. "hey, babe, i brought you some coffee-" then he sees your friend's arms around your shoulders, and his eyes darken.
your friend, however, doesn't seem to notice. "is that your boyfriend?"
before you can respond, rin interjects. "yeah. i'm her boyfriend." he says it so matter-of-factly, so aggressively, that you wonder how your friend doesn't realize rin's intentions.
because your friend probably doesn't have a death wish, and also because you don't want to see your boyfriend behind bars, you step out from underneath your friend's arm.
"hey, rin," you press your hands against his chest and peck him softly on the cheek. he relaxes, but instead winds an arm around your waist, pressing you close to his side. you almost blush in embarrassment at his clearly possessive behavior.
your friend seems to take the hint. "so, i'm just gonna go now..." you wave goodbye, while rin just looks at his retreating form with a glare.
secretly, you're kind of more amused than anything. also, it's kind of endearing to see how much he cares. you roll your eyes. "what was that all about?" knowing full well what it's about.
rin grumbles. "i didn't like his arm around your shoulders."
you bat his arm playfully. "so what? it's not like i'm dating him or anything..."
rin's eyes spark with that very same fire again. thankfully, you guys have moved past the stage of your relationship where rin would actually argue with you about this sort of thing. "that's right, cause you're dating me."
to prove his point, he presses his lips against yours and pulls you tight to him. he's only wearing a tank top, and you can feel the hard press of his muscles, warm through the thin fabric.
rin kisses like he plays football- all or nothing- and the heady, intoxicating sensation is enough to make you forget where you are, why you're there. a passerby wolf-whistles, but the two of you barely register it.
all you feel is the way your body slots perfectly against his, the sensation of his lips sending a wave of heat coursing through your body all the way down to your toes, and the soft press of his fingers, one on your cheek, the other rubbing soft circles on your hips.
then, he grins mischievously and pulls away, leaving you standing there for a second before clearing your thoughts and catching up to him.
"you did that on purpose," you complain. rin simply smirks as if to say i did, didn't i? and winds his arm around your shoulders this time, as the two of you walk forwards together into the sunlight.
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inkedeye2345 · 2 months ago
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so sorry if I'm pestering and if you don't do this sh. but was wondering if u could do a smut Peter Parker x Y/N Stark, maybe?
sure girl but i realized WE HAVE THE SAME NAME-- `telling myself to stop acting like a toddler` so i hope you enjoy this kai (by the way this is Halloween themed cause its oct 1st) love you amor
peter parker x reader stark
WARNING: SMUT,cursing,short,jealousy,(idk what kink he has),bleeding,virgins,cringe,bad grammar
summery: peter was at school on Halloween just thinking he would just be with his best friend Ned but when Ned found out the new girl was going to a Halloween party that flash is hosting peter went to the party finding out that it would be the best Halloween for him
best Halloween ever
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spider boys pov:
today was oct 31 aka Halloween the thing i don't really celebrate but aunt may tried to get me into it even if i told her i didn't want too but Ned was into it which isn't so much as a surprise but ofc i didn't want to ruin it for him
"hey dude did you hear" we we're in science i turned to my best friend "what?" he came closer to wispier to me
"oh my god peter the new girl!?" he whispered loudly and i shook my head he rolled his eyes "there's a new girl that just came in heard she was pretty" pretty sure all girls are but was she really that important
my trail of thoughts were interrupted by the teacher "ok class we have a new student so i hope you all welcome her....back to the lesson" as seeing the girl walk in i felt like my mind went blank for a moment my eyes fallowed her movment
her y/h/c hair looked so soft and don't event get me started her y/e/c eyes i swear i could only hear my heart beat "hey puny parker you got my homework" (idk what to put😭) i ripped away from the girl and looked at flash and started stammering until the bell rang getting up from my seat (taking his things) and left
i was going to go to my next class until Ned grabbed my arm and dragged me to the girl "Ned what tf fuck are you doing" he didn't answer my question this little--
"oh hi" i looked to see the girl wow shes more prettier up close
"hi i'm Ned and this guy is peter" i don't know if its just me or is it getting hot "im y/n,y/n stark" wait what excuse me STARK HE HAD A DAUGHTER
i was to shocked to say anything like litterley what the fuck
flash came out of nowhere and wrapped his arm around her waist "hey y/n whacha doin" he looked at us mostly me i started to feel some sort of way was i nervous anxious? "whatcha doing with puny parker" she looked at him with a glare and pushed him a bit
"ow i mean uh theres going to be a halloween party at my place want to join"
she noded ofc she did it flash "on one condition i want peter and Ned to join"
flash groaned and nodding his head he left she looked back at us and smiled sweetly and left
"oh my gosh we just got invited to a party!!!" i looked at him "i dont think im going" he shot a look at me like a `wtf you mean you're not going bish"
after him bothering me non stop i accepted to go
time skip
no ones pov
when peter got to the party his eyes met with y/n's y/e/c eyes after a few hours they went into a room and sat down with comfortable
silence "i never knew you went to parties" she giggled "well this is my first my dad never lets me go to any hes very overprotective" peter nods his head "i would be the same if i had a daughter" they kept on talking until it got to a very sexual topic "have you ever had sex before?" peter chocked on my air until he shook my head
"me neither" and that's where they are making out there tongues exploring each others mouths as they got on top of the bed y/n unzips her (spider man) costume
when it came fully off peter couldn't help but admire her body
his hand went up to her breasts hesitating and looked up for aprovel as she looked at him nodding peter started massaging her breast as he tried to un-clip the bra having some trouble and able to succeed
he attacked her right breast sucking licking while his left hand massaged her left breast before backing away to kiss her stomach and grabbing her panties pulling them down and seeing how wet she is he went down and eating her out
her moans surrounded the room but there was music in the background blocking it from the others
peter put a finger in her then slowly putting his other looking at her face he thought he was in heaven right now.he pumped his fingers in a okay pace "i-is this good..?" "mhm it feels so good" as she puts her hand in his hair pushing him more to her he felt proud to pleasure her and started to suck her cilt
she soon came whining and he got up and saw her sit him down on the bed as soon as she got on her knees she unzipped his pants slowly teasing him and she pulled his pants with his boxers off
she licked his tip making him wimpier and tried to take him all in without gaging he tried not to lift his hips to hurt her but he couldn't help it he jerked his hips up taking by surprise "sorry but it feels so g-good" both of his hand went to her hair pulling her away and laying her down on her stomach
he stroked himself a few time s before going inside slowly (forgetting the damn condoms)he makes sure she okay but it felt so tight and warm he pulled out sitting her down on his lap
she feels a bit of pain as he goes back in before he bottom's out "are you okay or do you need some time?" she starts ridding him slowly as she whimpers because of the pain peter puts his thumb on her clit and rubbing circles trying to calm her down
after a few minutes she starts ridding him a lot faster moaning his name whining and peter just having to feel the pleasure was so overwhelming in a good way as he gripped on her hips so tight it might have left marks as he attakes her neck bitting her giving her hickeys
as they felt there climax coming going even faster now
peter held his as hard as he could as y/n came screaming and moaning his name as he pulled out stroking himself but y/n had other plans she moved his hands away as she got on her knees and put his dick between her boobs sqwishing them as he lifts his hips fast running to catch his climax
y/n put her tongue out as peters tip taps her tongue making him whine as soon as he cums she wraps her mouth on his tip as his hot cum shoots out and swallows opening her mouth to show she drank it all
after that they went back home both of them so happy about what just happened knowing that,that was the best Halloween.
ima go to sleep cause im tired byeeeee
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violentviolette · 1 year ago
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im gonna be very real and only say this once because there is zero room to change my mind on this
i am very psych critical and i agree with antipsych pricinicples and points, but bipolar disorder is a physical genetic condition that requires medication. point blank. medication is the Only proven effective treatment for bipolar and u cannot actually get better without it
and when i say get better i dont mean just slightly alleviate some things. i mean that remission means a complete and total lack of symptoms. if u are on the proper medication and taking it as perscribed then ur bipolar symptoms will stop. you will no longer experience mania, hallucinations, breaks from reality, delusions, ect. they will literally stop. and i say that so strongly because i know its factual because it is my very literal lived experience. it is also the lived expereince of everyone in real life that i have met and known throughout my 15+ years of treatment for bipolar disorder, which is dozens and dozens of people. I was diagnosed at 14 and have been in and out of treatment and on and off medication for over half my life at this point, and this is very much the reality but u also don't have to believe my lived expereince alone. bipolar disorder is one of the oldest recorded mental illnesses (we have literally known about it since the early 1800's) and treatment for it has existed almost as long. lithium is a naturally occuring salt and the only known antimanic agent in existence and humans figured out very quickly that this specific salt made some of us not insane anymore. the effectivenes of lithium and other mood stabilizers and the rates at which proper medication will result in full remission for bipolar patients and how relapses almost always only occur when people stop taking their meds is Very well documented. a reputable study done in 2003 reported that over 90% of bipolar patients recieving medication as treatment entered full remission within 2 years. and 72% of those people reported ZERO symptoms going forward
do not listen to people who tell u that u dont need medication for bipolar disoder, that it wont really help, that it only helps a little, that u can manage without it, that it wont actually make ur symptoms fully go away. they are lying to u, often to justify their own misguided decision to not take medication and ruin their own lives. do not listen to them because that kind of thinking will literally kill u. take ur fucking medication.
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002yb · 2 years ago
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I think Jason has a little obsession with Dick's smell, I mean, it's canon Dick smells really good and people can recognize him by smell
My boy Jay is just there, hugging every pillow with his boyfriend scent, trying to memorize his perfume, blushing when the smell makes him remember something that happened last night
Okay but what if it's Jason smelling like Dick that gives away their secret relationship ahhhhhahahaha. No one can really say anything though because they don't want to be the creep that recognizes someone by scent (it's just something they noticed in passing and continued noticing because Dick smells nice and it's distinctive, they swear).
But oh, back up. Lets say Dick is in Blud fulltime. So there's a commute for the booty call. Either Dick will stay over with Jason (and Jason will smell faintly of Dick) or he'll be the one going to Blud (in which case the lingering scent is stronger).
Only in this situation, Bruce can't figure it out. The smell would be familiar, he just can't place why because Dick isn't over very often. When he is - it's as Nightwing and they all make sure to not have any discernible scents to them.
So Bruce is just haunted by this knowing something but not remembering it fully. So he would sit and stew and be broody over it. And Tim, bless him. It's getting in the way of Bruce's productivity so he checks in on what's up. To which Bruce is just like, 'Recently Jason (my darling bb boy) smells different from usual.' And Tim is l: because why the fuck did he ask, okay. And Bruce explains how it's familiar, but it's not Jason and - oh, god. The realization that his darling boy is sleeping with someone that Bruce knows well would be gutting.
Meanwhile Tim, knowing full well that it's Dick giving Jason the d, plays dumb like no tomorrow. No involvement. Just judgment because really, sniffing out J's boytoy? That's over-the-top dramatic even for Bruce.
But Bruce wouldn't be deterred because that's a good idea, Tim ('it was a warning that this is w e i r d, Bruce'), thank you.
And then Bruce promptly goes about trying to discreetly smell all his colleagues and associates - even some of his adversaries which is dangerous, but the hazards are worth it because Bruce needs to know who's screwing his boy.
Of course Jason picks up on Bruce having lost his mind. Or maybe Tim complains to him about it because it's a lot (even if Tim wouldn't be above doing it -- even if he had done it when he first recognized the smell, himself LOL).
'It's Dick.' Jason tells him, point blank.
'Yes, I'm aware of your proclivities.' Bruce would tell him, nonplussed by the inferred crassness. Just. World's greatest detective extraordinaire. Meanwhile Tim would be in the background, embarrassed for his mentor because wow, Bruce.
Needless to say this goes on for a while. Perhaps indefinitely. At least until Dick comes around the manor as himself. At which point Bruce would surprise pikachu meme face in that stoic Bruce way.
Also, I recognize that I went on a tangent of Bruce being an embarrassing dad hahahaha. As far as dickjay content goes, what you wrote is so cute though. 10/10!! Thank you for such a cute submission, anon. Jason curling up around something that smells like Dick in Dick's absence is so sweet. ;U;
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super-rangers · 3 months ago
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i'm rereading uiw becuase fuck it i'm crazy and hyperfixated and late to the party, so i wanted to get a chance to read the story and the uiw posts and asks here in real time, so get ready for a few comments lol
first one (not even in order but i have been thinking about it) is that i LOVE the little interactions regina has with aaron, especially taking his hat to protect from the sun lol i'm a sucker for an exes to friends and she's never liked that man but they have INTIMACY, and i love it 10/10 what other little things do you think she does because they share this intimacy? or do you think she gets weirded out by some things he does with cady bc she remembers they did it together (and her being Not Into Men didn't like it?)
i'll (probably) be asking more as i read if that's okay ^u
I’m so glad you like their interactions!! I’m such a fan of their platonic dynamic bc you’re right, they do have a lot of intimacy and the way they handle it is fun to explore.
As part of my original idea, I had Aaron being one of the main people telling Regina that she needs to confess her feelings to Janis. The scene where Janis follows Regina to the swing set during the t-ball game was completely repurposed from a Regina and Aaron scene later in the story where Aaron’s the one finding Regina on the swings (angsting about Janis instead of her dad ofc) and telling her point blank that it’s getting ridiculous that she’s keeping her feelings to herself.
In some ways, he’s very similar to Damian in that he doesn’t take as much of Regina’s shit as her other friends do. Like he’s still a bit of a pushover but being in a healthy relationship really gave that kid a bit of perspective (as well as a little bit of a backbone) and the ability to call Regina out – not that we saw it in UIW much lol.
Went on a bit of a tangent sorry about that
ANYWAYS
I’m going to be honest, I think Regina avoids thinking about just how close her and Aaron are 😂 Too much introspection for her. She knows that she’s comfortable with him, and that’s enough for her.
In regard to how their intimacy might manifest, we saw it a little bit when Regina was talking about her dad leaving with everyone. Instead of going to any of her other friends, Regina turns to Aaron when she questions whether it’s bad that she doesn’t miss her dad. He’s kind of that touchpoint for her emotionally bc – very similarly to Gretchen – he saw her at her worst and still liked her. (I mean, that’s fully because he’s a teenage boy and Regina hot, but let’s pretend there’s a little bit more behind it lol) She doesn’t go to him with everything, but he’s definitely one of the people she’ll talk to when she needs to check a particular emotional response.
As a lighter example, I think she continues to steal his clothes. And, when the whole gang gets together for a sleepover or trip or something, I think Regina is comfortable being in that kind of sleepy-cuddly state with 2 people – Janis and Aaron. In the mornings while Janis is still asleep, I think Regina fully gets Aaron to make her a coffee and just leans against him with her head on his shoulder completely zoned out until she’s fully awake. Physical affection is still a challenge for Regina except when it comes to Janis and Aaron. She does not analyze what that says about how much she values Aaron, and none of her friends bring it up bc they think it’s adorable.
One day Regina’s going to realize that Aaron is her best guy friend and she’s going to hate it
She definitely gets weirded out by some things he does with Cady. It’s more about the sappiness and emotion behind the actions than the actions themselves, tho? Like, she’s not going to mind seeing Cady and Aaron cuddle on the couch or have a standing date night or see him give Cady a gift out of nowhere or any number of things.
It’s more going to be about Regina realizing that she wants those things now with Janis and being uncomfortable with the fact that she was so blind to her own sexuality when she had such disdain for someone she claimed to like trying to do nice things for her. She wants all of those mushy things with Janis – she wants to sit close to her as much as possible, having a standing date night sounds like a dream, and every time she sees something that reminds her of Janis, she buys it as a gift. Seeing his actions towards Cady just recontextualizes her own past in regard to the way she feels now
This got very long lol oops I didn’t realize I had that much to say about them
Also don’t apologize for asking questions!! I love receiving them and (obviously from this reply) I love to yap
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exitpursuedbyavulcan · 2 years ago
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Hiiiii how have you been doing 🥰🥰
Actually this is my very first ask on this site so 😭😭 just wanna say i adore your Studious series A LOT from the pining to the pace you set to the misunderstanding EVERYTHING
May I ask do u have any plan to post the next parts 😭😭😭 just wandering if u have any new update or a sneak peek maybe 🫣🫣🫣 dont pressure urself pls no matter what u put out i would appreciate it like so much
Pls stay healthyyyyyyy ilu
I am so honored to be the recipient of your first ask! And I am BEYOND flattered by your compliments! 🥰
The next part should be out this week! My laptop was out for repairs basically since I posted the last part, so my writing process has been slowed. I've literally been writing with pen and paper.
(That's actually been very conducive to writing the Aemond diary pieces tbh)
But now, my laptop is returned and fully functional again! So I just have to type up everything in my journal and add some of the in-between bits and viola!
And because you were so sweet, you may, of course, have a sneak peek:
Studious III Sneak Peak
The 16th day in the third moon of the year.
The betrothal has been settled. Finally.
I doubt I could have endured another miserable day of sitting in Grandsire’s study, listening to him read each of the letters sent by lords from throughout the realm, desperate to pawn their daughters off to a Prince of the Realm. Though I suppose I should be grateful he had already whittled the list down to only the two-score ladies he found the most politically advantageous.
Aegon told me that more than a hundred letters arrived. So, it could have been much worse.
Every letter was nearly the same, listing the family’s wealth and assets along with their daughters ‘accomplishments.’ In truth, calling them such seems far too generous. What does a scrap of embroidery or a reasonably well-played song truly accomplish, other than a few fleeting moments of mediocre beauty? It always fades.
Besides, every highborn lady is trained in the same skills, so they are hardly exceptional.
You frowned, looking up from the journal and at the dozens of examples of your own embroidery scattered throughout the room – including on the blanket you laid under. True, they were not always perfect, but you were proud of each and every one of them.
Then there was your little lyre, sitting by the sun. You hadn’t had the chance to play since coming to the capital, and you realized in that moment that you truly missed it. Once, it had been second nature to pick it up immediately upon waking and pluck nonsensically at the strings as your maids readied you for the day.
Those songs – if they could be called songs at all –were always your favourites. Wholly unique creations of your mind, never transposed, never to be played the same again. For a moment, you almost stood and retrieved the lyre, just to see what your hands would create in this moment.
But that would require setting down Aemond’s diary.
You looked back down at his words and frowned again. It took no small amount of time and effort to develop your skills. In fact, you were quite proud of what you had accomplished. No one was born knowing how to embroider or play music.
Neither was anyone born knowing how to wield a sword or ride a dragon.
Your frown faded at that thought, as you imagined how Aemond would look if you said that to him. The memory of him in the library when you snapped back at him, looking like a befuddled fish, returned to you. It was so enticing that you called for one of your maids to bring your diary, a pen, and ink.
Turning to the first blank page, you noted the date of Aemond’s offending entry and wrote out exactly how you would rebuff him if he had said such a thing to you.
Perhaps, when you were done reading, you would tell him. That is, if you wanted to talk to him at all.
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acourtofthought · 1 year ago
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why do u think the carved rose thingy that papa archeron made for elain was half in shadow?
"her gaze shifted to the carved wooden rose she'd placed upon the mantel, half-hidden in the shadows beside of figurine of a supple bodied female, her upraised arms clasping a full moon between them. some sort of primal goddess, perhaps even the mother herself. nesta hadn't let herself dwell on why she'd felt the need to set the rose there. why she hadn't just thrown it in a drawer."
and why do you think nesta put the rose next to a figurine of a goddes, maybe even the mother herself?
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I've got a few ideas on that scene.
1) "half-hidden in the shadows" / "perhaps the mother herself" could be hinting at the bonus chapter considering Az is standing in shadows and thinks to himself, "where only the mother might witness them." But I don't think that makes it a point in favor of E/riel because there is nothing about Elain that should be half hidden in shadows. She should not be veiled or some dirty secret, if someone loves her, she deserves to have that love acknowledged and out in the open. If that is the interpretation and the carving that represents Elain is partially hidden by shadows, then she herself is being hidden by someone else and is not fully in focus.
But I don't really think it's that because I don't think the figure of the goddess was the mother.
I've noticed that SJM will say something specific and that will trick the reader into thinking that's exactly what she means but she ends up twisting what actually happens.
Like the whole "a mating bond can be rejected" when Feyre is talking to Rhys about Lucien and Elain, how "maybe that is what she needs" referring to Elain and Az.
Just like the Suriel said, "stay with the High Lord" and everyone assumed it was talking about Tamlin (even Feyre). The information was relevant but for someone different than who she was talking about at that specific moment. So I don't think the probability of Elucien breaking her bond and ending up with Az is high because that wouldn't be SJM leaving a crumb and would instead be her spoiling what actually happens.
SJM might follow patterns which makes her writing easy for some to follow at times (at least for readers who pick up on the patterns) but she doesn't tell us point blank what is going to happen.
So my other theory is a bit more tied up into other hints we've been given about Elain.
2) I do think the half-hidden in shadows could be alluding to the fact that Elain does not belong in the Night Court. That rose, carved for Elain by her father as a symbol of Spring and life (since it was winter and she missed the flowers) isn't meant to be kept in the dark and both Elain's crush on Az and her presence in the NC are holding her back from coming into herself fully. Until she steps out of the shadows, she's going to be held back from becoming who she's meant to be and doing what she's meant to do. Especially when you consider that Nesta did place the figure next to one of a goddess but "didn't let herself dwell on why, why she hadn't just thrown it in the drawer."
I refuse to believe that SJM isn't telling us to pay attention to this. That rose carving got a lot of attention in Nesta's journey and now Nesta is refusing to allow herself to think on why she felt the need to place Elain's rose next to a goddess figure? (SF shows Nesta's struggles on letting go of being Elain's protector and I think the goddess is symbolic of the next step to Elain's journey, where she won't need Nesta looking out for her anymore).
I do not think Elain is going to be a goddess (more likely a High Lady) but I do think it's possible that Elain was gifted the powers that call to mind the powers of a goddess in exactly the same way Nesta can be likened to "a Goddess of Death" (without actually being a deity) but Elain's would be that of life.
Not the bringing people back to life from the dead kind of life, but more of a healing nature. Healing a land that's lifeless and in disrepair (despite the flowers that still grow), healing the despair of it's people, maybe even healing the wounded. Even Lucien can heal injuries to some degree so Elain having the ability to heal Cassian after what happened with the king is still a possibility.
I think the specific goddess figure that SJM is describing is also noteworthy.
SJM tagged Elain under Blodeuwedd (Welsh Goddess of Spring) on her Pinterest and the hero in that story was Lleu (which would be Lucien in ACOTAR). Lucien's uncle was Gwydion who created Blodeuwedd out of flowers and turned her into the most beautiful maiden so Lleu could take a wife. Gwydion's sister and Lleu's mother is Arianrhod, a Celtic Welsh Star Goddess of Reincarnation and she is often depicted holding a moon.
Arianrhod is a primal figure of feminine power, a Celestial Mother Goddess who through her role as Goddess of Reincarnation, rules fertility and childbirth.
She was a virgin goddess in the ancient meaning of the word virgin – a woman who is complete unto herself; a woman who needs no protection from a man.
If this is the goddess SJM had in mind for the figure, it's kind of perfect for the setup.
Elain's rose is placed next to a being that represents:
"Who needs no protection from a man" after we have Az saying Elain shouldn't go near the darkness of the Trove.
"Figure of feminine power". - Elain's does have a nurturing personality, cooking for the IC, expressing her love openly for her Feyre. Spring needs to be cared for.
And someone needs to start partaking in Fire Night again because the magic of Spring isn't what it should be. Nesta says despite the life growing there, it felt hollow and stagnant. Calanmai is literally the person in power using their sexuality to bring life to the land.
At the end of SF, after following that rose journey throughout the book -
First Nesta noticing it's "surprising weight", then her clutching onto it and taking it with her from the house -> Elain having more depth than anyone realizes and Nesta still trying to hold on as her protector, followed by Nesta not wanting to think of why she she didn't just throw it in the drawer and instead placed it next to a figure of a goddess -
We have Nesta finally letting go of the carving that represents Elain, moving it out of the shadows by the end of her book "let's help one sister before helping the other" (which I think means Elain is preparing to finally leave the NC, that Nesta will no longer interfere with what Elan wants). Placing it with her father's gravestone as a "permanent marker of the beauty and good" he'd tried to bring into the world.
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oopsimafannow · 2 years ago
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playing with chatgpt
so i've been trying to understand how chatgpt works and since i write fic...that's what i'm doing it with and let me tell you this is fun As Fuck.
Setting aside important things like data privacy/safety, because I'm not fully on board with a private company owning the material I'm giving it lol
(but THAT ASIDE)
it's an incredibly illuminating experience -- when i ask chat (the name I've given my particular iteration lol) for something that isn't quite right, figuring out how to articulate what it got wrong? figuring out how to ask it for what i want instead? rewriting a passage to show it what i mean? these are all really valuable skills for a writer to have.
and dang it's also fun to be surprised by what it gives me. so I started with this prompt:
Here are two characters: Black is a young man studying to become a lawyer. He believes the world is unjust and that direct action, even illegal, unethical action, is the only way to change the world Todd is the same age as Black, and he is the CEO of a wealthy company. He believes the world is unjust and that gaining wealth is the only route to the power needed to change the world. Black and Todd used to be friends, but their differences created a rift between them. Todd and Black have harmed each other physically and emotionally, but still yearn for each other. Write dialogue of the two of them arguing about where to go to dinner.
and then several dozen interactions later, after getting some good stuff, some not good, some very wrong, some off-the-mark-in-a-weird-indescribable-way -- after telling it what I liked/didn't like/wanted, after re-writing its scenes, after giving it examples of my own writing that I wanted it to emulate -- I ended up with this passage:
Todd still wraps his arms around Black's waist, even as Black pushes him away. And Black still has a bottle of whiskey waiting for Todd. And Todd still sends expensive gifts to Black, even though Black tells him he doesn't want them. And Black stays at work late into the night, even when Todd sneers that he'll never make partner with that attitude. They move through their days and nights, orbiting around each other, their attraction crackling with a dark energy that neither can resist.
At the end of the day, Black likes to meet Todd in the alley behind their office building, likes to press him up against the brick wall and kiss him hard. Todd likes the way Black's hands feel rough against his skin, the way his mind goes blank when Black is with him. Todd likes to run his hands through Black's hair, to tug at it until Black groans. Black likes to taste the bitterness of whiskey on Todd's tongue. They both know it's wrong, that their love is toxic and dangerous, but they can't help themselves. They are drawn together by a force they can't resist, and they know that no matter what they do, they will always come back to each other.
Which is honestly still not fully right -- it's too close to the sample passage from my dean/pharm fic that I gave it (and chat really struggles to capture their toxic desire -- every time it writes something new, I have to teach it that ToddBlack are worse) but I can rewrite it:
Todd wraps his arms around Black's waist, even as Black pushes him away. And Black replaces Todd's expensive whiskey with watered down trash after he drinks it all. And Todd buys designer suits for Black to wear, even as Black only wears them to get into fistfights, tearing the fabric and staining them with someone else's blood. (Black hangs them back up in Todd's closet: a gift.) They move through their days and nights, orbiting around each other, desire crackling painfully between them. They meet in alleys, pressing each other up against brick walls, dirtying their feet with mud and cigarette ash. Todd wants Black's hands rough against his skin, wants Black to empty Todd's mind of knowledge, of language, of anything but the sensations he directs across Todd's nerves. Todd lets his fingers creep up Black's neck, into his hair, tightens his grip until Black swears. Black likes to taste the bitterness of shitty whiskey on Todd's tongue.
Then, I asked chat to compare the two and honestly, chat is very kind to me:
There are several notable differences between Scene 1 and Scene 2. In Scene 2, there is a more intense and destructive energy between Todd and Black, with their attraction crackling painfully rather than with dark energy. Additionally, the gifts that Todd and Black exchange are very different - in Scene 2, Todd buys expensive designer suits for Black, only to see them destroyed by Black's penchant for fighting. And rather than sending expensive gifts, Black hangs the ruined suits in Todd's closet as a sort of twisted gift. The alley where Todd and Black meet is also portrayed differently in Scene 2, with the ground dirty and covered in mud and cigarette ash. The way Todd and Black touch each other is also different, with Todd wanting Black's hands to roughen his skin and Black enjoying the taste of cheap whiskey on Todd's tongue. Overall, Scene 2 has a more chaotic and destructive feel to it, with the relationship between Todd and Black seeming more volatile and unhealthy.
If you're willing to give up your data to openai, and you come at it with curiosity and a desire to co-write something with chatgpt...honestly, this is a really fun, engaging writing activity. I feel like I learned a lot about my own writing, about how I understand those two characters, and about how to play the instrument of chatgpt to get the music I want.
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biohazard2017 · 2 years ago
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i don’t know anything about resevil but there are multiple right?? which one was your favourite and why
oh yeah there r like dozens of games. my fav is re7 ^ thats what the url means bc its tagline is biohazard and it came out in 2017 yada yada idk i just reallly love it. firstly the atmosphere is really good, i have had the game for like.. 3 years atp and yet im not even halfwaythrough bc it fries all my braincells its so scary im so tense when im playing i literally break out into goosebumps its crazy.
ethan winters is one of my fav protags in any game ever. guy who drove from la to louisiana to look for his wife that disappeared 3 whole years ago and his only reaction to the most gory shit is just to let out a "FUCK" the progression of the genuine fear at the beginning to his final oneliner just being playtimes over?????? (final boss is a kid) first person games r designed w a blank slate protag in mind so the player can embody them as much as possible but ethan is great bc u feel his progression as much as ur own. u feel the excitement and the adrenaline after the first jack fight. u feel as exasperated as he does after the second one. u feel as powerful as he does in the final gauntlet before the final boss. its so great i love ethan so much<3
re7 would not b the game it is w/o the bakers though. theyre SO good. the majority of them serve as the boss of each segment of the game, except for zoe and joe. jack is the regular stalker enemy type (follows and tracks you through the house) but his va is having SO much fun. there is so much emotion right behind jacks insanity. theres a bit at the beginning where u can trigger jack to cut off ur leg and instead of continuing to kill u, he'll stop and pull out some first aid med and let u reattach your leg (everyone infected has really high regenerative properties but u dont learn ethans infected til re8) hes like cmon son:) u can do it:) its crazy to me like theyre still human underneath the 3 years of torture and manipulation like T_T margarite is like a bug boss and lucas does saw traps. zoe is the only one of the immediate family who wasnt fully turned into evies control (the final boss kid shes the one who infected everyone) and she helps ethan through the game and its so interesting to me bc all evie wants is a family so jack is her dad and mia (ethans wife) is her mom and zoe and lucas r her siblings and when ethan gets to the house she wants ethan to be her father instead which is why jack hates you so its like this father and daughter tearing away evies family which is fun bc in re8 ethan does everything he does for his daughter so<3 foreshadowing<3 joe is not particularly impt bc hes just a dlc character so hes the mc for this 4hr game set after the game hes jacks brother. ugh while walking into the final boss fight u see this diorama a kid zoe made of her family and you know everyone is dead except jack who also serves as the final boss and when joe kills him he says this is a farewell from the family, brother. and its gory and fun but afterwards when zoe wakes up (bc of things that happened to her jack was trying to get her) joe tells her that despite everything jack was still her father and its like Augh. this game. tjis game
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channiesposts · 2 years ago
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hwang hyunjin nsfw alphabet
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hyunjin was my first bias when i got into skz and i have such a soft spot for him 🫶🏼 and our bdays are so close together, so i’ll always be a lil delusional for him 🫶🏼 anyways, i was debating doing another nsfw alphabet and then i saw a comment that said smth abt doing this w hyunjin (my app hasn’t been working properly, im sorry i cant tag u :/) but i’ve been stressed so i started writing again lmaoo.
also!!! i mentioned it in my last one but for x (x ray - how big the person is), i’ll be changing it to smth else. i’m just not comfortable doing that. okok i’ve talked enough.
a - aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
hyunjin is the most romantic person ever. we can see that with some lyrics he’s written, his paintings, the way he talks. i truly feel like his aftercare reflects all of that as well. like bang chan, he’s there cleaning you up, making sure you’re hydrated, helping you get comfortable, talking to you in a soft voice and making sure you’re ok.
b - body part (their face body part of theirs & their partners)
iiii think, his fave body part of his is less a body sort and just is his height. he’s not one to particularly relish in how much bigger than you he is but he does love how much taller he is than you. he loves how your head rests on his chest when you hug him. he enjoys the fact that you have to tip toe to reach his lips. if we had to pick a body part, he loves his lips. on you, i feel as if he also loves your lips. loves kissing them, will look at them when you’re talking bc he loves the way you talk. obsessed. with. them. also loves your thighs.
c - cum (anything to do with cum)
will cum anywhere. on you, in you, maybe on his own hand, you get what i mean. but, he loves cumming right on your pussy. he will cum inside on most nights, will cum on your tits sometimes. but smth about fucking you, and pulling out to cum right on your pussy will only drive him wilder than he is. smth about it just fuels him to fuck you even harder.
d - dirty secrets
loves spitting in your mouth. there are some other skz members that i see being a part of the “filthy mouth spitters” and hyunjin is one of them. you two don’t usually have the whole “dom / sub” thing, but there are moments where he’ll be fucking you and make you open your mouth so he can see his spit go into it. honestly, i think he just loves fucking around with spit.
e - experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
he’s not that experienced, but he has experience. when you two first started playing around, he knew the basics and a lil more. as time went on, you both learned and now he fucks you so well, you forget your own name.
f - favorite position
missionary. loves seeing your face, loves kissing you, loves seeing just how well he fucks you.
g - goofy (are they more serious in the moment or are they more humorous)
50/50. some nights it’s very romantic and passionate. some nights it’s just casual sex, with him cracking jokes sometimes.
h - hair (how well groomed are they?)
keeps himself clean. not fully but it’s clean.
i - intimacy (how are they during the moment? romantic aspect)
as mentioned before, he is so romantic. he will be telling you just how much he loves you, how you were made for him.
j - jack off
once in a while. on days he can’t see you and he needs you, all he does is think of you in that skirt he loves and suddenly his mind goes blank and his hand starts traveling on their own.
k - kink (one or more of their kinks)
blindfolding his partner / being blindfolded himself. smth about not being able to see what you’re about to do next and only relying on his other senses turns him on. he loves seeing you blindfolded as well. loves that you can turn your body over to him, and let him love you while you just lay back and enjoy.
l - location (favorite places to do the deed)
he loves shower sex. smth about it feels so intimate. especially in the morning. he will fuck you anywhere and everywhere, but something about touching you in the shower….
m - motivation (what turns them on and gets them going?)
really romantic moments. you can tell him you love him and he wants to drag you to bed. but he loves when you wear skirts as well. as mentioned earlier, he loves your thighs. anything that shows them off will definitely get him going.
n - NO (something they wouldn’t do, ever)
same w chan, will not do anything with piss. (someone said it was called golden showers, so he wouldn’t be into that). he’s also not into anything dangerous, so knife play, blood play, all of that. even in his toughest moments, he’ll be keeping it as safe as he can.
o - oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill)
loves giving. loves receiving. it’s a 50/50.
p - pace (are they fast or rough? slow and sensual?)
most nights, slow and sensual. he will be taking his time with you. he’s fast and rough sometimes but for the most part, he wants you both to fully enjoy the moment.
q - quickie (their opinion on quickies, how often)
not a fan of quickies. loves taking his time with you. he’ll only do quickies if he’s insanely desperate. even then, he’s promising you that when he comes home that night, he’ll make sure to love you properly.
r - risks (will they experiment? do they take risks?)
i feel like this is also a 50/50. sometimes he’s down to take risks but sometimes he just wants to be with you the way he’s been doing before. but, when he does take risks, he wants you to take them (meaning, he’s the “test subject”). and then he’ll decide if he wants to do with you or not.
s - stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
bro is a dancer. he has STAMINA. will go for hours, if you let him. he’ll only tap out when he feels like you need a break. like he says, he could fuck you forever.
t - toy (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
he has like one toy for himself. he loves using your toys on you though. wants to see how long you last with the toys vs the real thing.
u - unfair (how much they like to tease)
he has days where he will tease you and you’ll want nothing more than for the floor to open up and swallow you whole bc of how much you need him. he‘ll ghost his lips over every inch of you, only telling you the things he has planned for you. will not let you cum until he feels like you’ve reached your limit.
v - volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make)
he’s loud. you’re loud. you’re both loud. he’s not afraid to vocalize how good you make him feel. will be moaning, will let out a whimper here and there. a whole lot of groaning. but what can he do? you feel so good, he wants you to know that.
w - wild card
hyunjin has hidden away the part of him that dirty talks and degrades but sometimes, he’ll come out. he’ll be saying the most out of pocket things to you, and you don’t wanna admit how much more you need him when he does that. he’ll have 3 fingers, knuckles deep in you and will be saying the filthiest things right by your ear. will tell you you’re a slut for him, nothing hit a cocksleeve, his own personal cum dump. but he says it out of love <3
x - xtra piece of imagination
he loves seeing you touch yourself. multiple lights, he’ll ask you to lay in front of him while he sits in a chair a bit further away. he’ll ask you to touch yourself the way you like. he says that, but will be guiding you through it. he’ll be taunting you, saying how your fingers aren’t long enough to make you feel as good his fingers do.
y - yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
relatively high. he’s still relatively young, so it’s gonna be a little higher. and he has you around, and when he’s in love, any little thing will go straight down.
z - zzz (how quickly they fall asleep after)
fast sleeper. sometimes you’ll be staring at the ceiling and you’ll turn around to see him passed out. he wakes up a bit earlier though, and will always (attempt) to make you breakfast in bed <3
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gabessquishytum · 2 years ago
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yet another anon - hold on! you gonna talk about voyeurism and not talk about Dream just sitting on a throne-like chair, in full view of Hob's bed, while he directs a number of clones of him of your choice to sex Hob up with his mind? He can watch himself fuck Hob in so many ways, so many at once, and maybe he can feel what the clones feel and maybe not.
He sits there, riveted, orchestrating Hob's pleasure, fully clothed but so hard and panting and flushed and sweating, maybe just at the sight maybe because he feels everything.
His control is insane so he keeps this up for a long time but. sometimes. it does get too much. it's so hot to watch Hob like this. And so maybe then the clones stop, stutter, shudder like a mirage just for a moment when his control slips, just a second, when he can't help but hump the air, throw his head back in a silent moan, close his eyes all overwhelmed.
I just wanna see Dream come untouched just from watching Hob, okay? Just, unexpectedly, it hits him like lightning and he comes shaking, in his pants, eyes rolling back into his skull, and he's not human so he just comes and comes until his pants and trousers are soaked through at the crotch. And, in the meantime, of course his focus broke suddenly so the clones have disappeared, and Hob watches Dream come for ages, and when he's done Hob crawls between Dream's legs and gently peels his wet clothes off of him and licks him clean slow and loving.
Just, you know, Dream thinking up a way to overwhelm Hob with pleasure but he himself ends up being the one overwhelmed and needing some aftercare, Hob telling him how beautiful he is while he licks him clean, how good he is, while Dream's mind is blank and he can't stop breathing hard or move a muscle and he's just really blissed out.
I'm a writer and could write this but I've so many WIPs already and my life is a mess so I probably won't? I just wrote this on autopilot so idk enjoy/sorry?
Omg anon please don't apologise for this absolutely beautiful piece of filth, I am utterly enamoured. I don't have anything to add, because this is too good and I'm going to be thinking about it for literally weeks.
Asmsjsnwjwnsbd seriously the copious amount of cum and the licking REALLY set me alight thank u <333
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starryhyuck · 4 years ago
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thin walls. (m)
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pairing: softdom!jaemin x sub!reader
words: 1.8k+
summary: you try your best to keep quiet since you know jaemin’s room is right next to yours. turns out you’re not as quiet as you think.
genre: fluff, smut
warnings: dom!jaemin, bestfriend!jaemin, roommate!jaemin, oral sex, daddy kink, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie
“Isn’t it weird?”
“Is what weird?”
You’re having your weekly video call with Donghyuck and Renjun, the latter actually paying attention to your conversation while the former furiously clicks away on his keyboard.
“We’ve been quarantining for almost a year now. You haven’t gotten any dick in months and your roommate is like the hottest guy we know,” Renjun clarifies, raising an eyebrow. You both ignore the sound of Donghyuck grumbling loudly as he loses another game.
You roll your eyes. “And you’re so concerned about my sex life because?”
“Because clearly, neither me or Donghyuck have one. I’m living vicariously through you.”
That gets Donghyuck’s attention. “For your information, I am supporting many lovely women through OnlyFans. It’s only Renjun that has difficulties with sexual partners.”
Renjun scoffs. “I could have anyone on their knees for me, and we all know it.”
There’s a knock on your door and you take an earbud out when Jaemin pops his head in. He looks like a mess — his hair springing up in different places and eyes puffy. You frown at his disheveled state.
“Hey, are you still busy?”
Your fingers move at the speed of lightning, barely registering Renjun’s protest when you quickly leave the meeting. You toss your laptop and earbuds aside to give your best friend your full attention.
He chuckles and scratches the back of his neck. “If you’re busy, I can come back later.”
“Nope, not busy anymore. Are you okay, Jaem?”
He fully enters the room and shuts the door behind him. He smiles softly at you as he takes a seat on your bed.
“Not feeling too great. Just wanted to see you.”
You ignore the swell in your chest at his confession, worriedly stroking his cheek when you realize how red his eyes are. His hand comes up to play with your fingers, eyes moving in and out of focus.
“What’s wrong?” You finally ask.
He shrugs. “Didn’t do so well on my test today. Feeling a little hopeless.”
Your frown grows deeper. You move closer to him, wanting to soothe his pain.
“Don’t say that. It’s just one test, you’ll do better on the next one. I’ll help you! We can make flash cards and create some trivia games to help you remember.”
He chuckles, eyes still staring down at your connected hands.
“You always know what to say. How is that?”
You giggle. “I earned the title of your best friend for a reason.”
“I suppose you did.” His eyes move upwards to lock on you. “Can I stay here? Just for tonight.”
You freeze. You haven’t slept next to Jaemin in months, the two of you only doing so when you were really drunk or really sad. You don’t even remember what it’s like to fall asleep in your best friend’s arms.
“Sure.”
And you two fall into a quiet rhythm, Jaemin’s arms circling around you as he brings your back to his chest. Your eyes flutter shut, focusing on his steady breaths as you try to fall asleep.
You’re startled when you suddenly feel a pair of lips ghost over your neck, pressing a small kiss to your collarbone.
“J-Jaem?”
He hums in response, not showing any signs of stopping while he continues to pepper kisses on your shoulder.
“Jaem, w-what are you d-doing?”
“I heard you last night.”
You pause. You try to register what he’s saying, which you find is incredibly hard to do when his tongue darts out, licking a stripe up your neck. You backtrack to last night, when you were feeling so drowsy but struggled to get to sleep. You don’t remember much, except for the fact that you reached to your nightstand to grab your vibrator-
Oh. Oh fuck.
“Y-You heard that?”
He hums again, moving to suck your neck with vigor. When he finally parts from his masterpiece, he chuckles.
“How could I not? The walls aren’t exactly thin, you know. I hear everything — all your silly commentary when you rewatch your favorite dramas, your weekly conversations with Renjun and Donghyuck, the pretty little noises you make when you turn your vibrator on, and the unmistakable sound of porn you watch when you’re really aroused.”
You feel more than embarrassed, stuttering as you try to offer an explanation. Jaemin chuckles against your ear, biting softly down on the lobe. A whimper tumbles out of your mouth before you realize it.
“I couldn’t sleep last night after listening to you. You made me fail my test, baby.”
“I’m s-sorry.”
“If you’re really sorry, you’ll let me eat you out.”
You swear your heart stops. “W-What?”
“I’m hungry. You wouldn’t want me to go to bed on an empty stomach, would you?”
“U-Um, no.”
Before you know it, you’re on your back with Jaemin between your legs. His fingers thumb over the fabric of your pajama shorts and he looks up at you, his eyes glimmering with a question.
You nod. “It’s okay, Jaem.”
With your permission, he slides your shorts down your legs and throws them haphazardly across the room. His gaze darkens at the sight of your lacy panties, which you honestly wore unintentionally today. You’re glad you picked them this morning though, because Jaemin looked like he was about to go insane at the sight.
“You’re so fucking perfect.”
And then his tongue licks a stripe up your clothed core and you yelp. He’s almost predatory, shoving your underwear aside and diving into your sopping pussy. You moan when his tongue furiously licks your folds, curling in on yourself while he holds you down.
“Jaemin!”
He parts from you briefly and raises an eyebrow. “I think you have another name to call me.”
You’re confused yet again. “W-What?”
He snickers. “Forgot already? I listened to all those dirty videos you were watching, baby. I know all your cute little kinks. Now, I know you have a different name to address me as.”
“J-Jaemin, I-“
He clicks his tongue. “That’s not right.”
You gather all the courage you have inside of you, ignoring the clear embarrassment on your face by the fact that Jaemin has discovered all of your secret fantasies.
“Daddy, please eat me out.”
He smiles mischievously. “Good girl.”
You have no time to dwell on your self-consciousness before he’s sinking a finger inside of you, tongue lapping at your clit. You feel like a dog in heat, warmth spreading throughout your body as you struggle to comprehend the fact that your best friend is currently eating you out like his life depends on it.
“D-Daddy, daddy!” You scream when he slips another finger inside, curling them upwards while he sucks on your clit furiously. “I’m gonna- I’m gonna-“
You cry out when your orgasm sweeps over you in waves, thrashing and whimpering under Jaemin’s hold. He uses his other hand to hold your hips down when the oversensitivity crashes into you, desperately trying to push away from him.
“D-Daddy, no, I-I’m sensitive-“
Jaemin growls and holds you tighter, fingers still drilling into your pussy and mouth wrapped around your sensitive bud. You don’t have time to warn him when your second orgasm comes just as quickly as the first, convulsing around him. You try to gain a sense of strength to push him away before he can launch you into a third, and Jaemin gets the message as he parts from you.
His chin glimmers with evidence of your arousal, fingers slipping into his mouth while he tastes the remnants of your two orgasms.
He pounces on you, lips crashing into yours and you moan. You can taste yourself on his tongue, and the fact shoots another spike of arousal to your core.
“What else did they do in that video, baby?” He whispers breathily. “Tell me.”
Your brain is a little fuzzy as you try to remember.
“H-He fucked the girl until she was crying and she took it. Anything to please her d-daddy.”
He smirks. “Is that what I should do to you? Fuck you until you’re crying? Will you do anything to please me?”
You know you trusted Jaemin with your life, so you nod.
“Anything for you, daddy.”
He grins. He quickly pulls down his sweatpants and his cock springs up, already half hard. You gulp at his size, and you’re suddenly reminded of why Renjun calls Jaemin the hottest guy you know. Jaemin’s girth wasn’t exactly a secret in your friend group, many rumors spreading around after Donghyuck discovered how well endowed your roommate actually was.
His fingers grip his base, slowly pumping himself while keeping his eyes locked on you.
“Like what you see, baby? Do you think your pussy is ready to take daddy’s fat cock?”
“Y-Yes, d-daddy. I c-can take your c-cock.”
He chuckles at your response, brushing strands of hair away from your face to fully look at you. His look is almost endearing, and you would swoon any other day if he wasn’t about to fuck you.
He lines himself up to your entrance, pausing for a second.
“Do I need to get a condom?”
You shake your head. “I’m on birth control. We’re fine.”
He doesn’t hesitate any longer, pushing into you slowly. You whine at the stretch. You haven’t been taken like this in months, and your vibrator is no match for his huge cock. He coaxes you through the pain, whispering softly in your ear and kissing your neck again to help ease you up.
Once he bottoms out, he waits patiently for your go ahead before moving. You can tell it’s killing him on the inside, brows pushed together as he tries his best not to pound you deep into the mattress.
“P-Please, daddy.”
Jaemin builds a steady pace inside of you, groaning and grunting into your ear as he sinks deeper and deeper. Your mind draws a blank when you struggle to form any coherent words, babbling while he impales you with his cock.
“You’re such a good girl for me. Always so good. Been waiting for this forever, baby. Dreamed so long of having you underneath me like this.”
“Daddy,” you gasp at his unexpected confession, hissing lowly when his fingers circle around your clit. Tears spring up in your eyes from the pleasure.
“Especially all those mornings when you were wearing practically nothing in front of me, you don’t even know how many times I wanted to take you on the kitchen counter.”
You cry when his cock hits you harder and faster.
“But you’re so good for me now, aren’t you, baby? So pretty and perfect for her daddy.”
“Y-Yes, daddy,” you whimper. “I’m all yours. All good for daddy.”
Jaemin groans loudly. “Cum for me, baby. Cum for daddy.”
Your orgasm is blinding, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out your high. He follows shortly after you, grunting when he shoots his cum deep inside your waiting womb.
You both lay in silence before you suddenly burst out in laughter. Jaemin eyes you.
“What?”
“We just fucked. I just fucked my best friend and called him daddy. This is so surreal.”
He chuckles, leaning down to press a kiss against your lips.
“Better get used to it. Who knows how long we’ll be stuck in quarantine together.”
You smile. “Doesn’t sound so bad to me.”
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meltingpotimagines · 3 years ago
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Dating Haru
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this boy
is one of the most oblivious characters in all of anime
oh my gosh
but honestly dating him would be great
like is he gonna pick up little hints?
absolutely not
you gotta say everything point blank
but he's an absolute sweetheart
i fully believe he loves cuddles with the right person
like l o v e s cuddles
not a pda person but like alone?
all the touch
cuddles on a couch, cuddles on a bed
would for s u r e pull you into him by the waist if you tried to get out of bed
like you wanna grab a snack or gotta pee and this mf just snakes his arms around your waist to pull you back down and won't let go
would take a few good minutes of you telling him you gotta get up and a promise reminder that you'll be back in just a sec
also a very sleepy cuddler
likes to bury his face in your neck and doze
cuddle naps are essential
likes cooking for you
it's something he's really good at, so he takes at least half of the cooking responsibility, if not all
he cooks, you do dishes
a convenient arrangement
absolutely awful about making plans
you 100% would have to plan all the dates and anniversaries
not because he doesn't care
he's just... truly so bad at planning things
he's a very in the moment kinda person yk?
and a very one-track mind kinda person
and a space cadet
lowkey no thoughts head empty
i swear i love this man aksnsjs
also has no idea what to get you when it comes to presents
like he kinda knows but also like
does he really?
but no worries bc that's what friends are for
and makoto is far more observant than he is
so at the end of the day you'll get a nice gift
makoto just helped him a little lol
if you grabbed his hand in public, he'd adjust so your fingers are interlocked
it's just more comfortable that way
he really loves swimming with you
i mean, his favorite thing with his favorite person?
what could be better
will not offer you one of his hoodies bc it wouldn't even cross his mind, but also won't object to you taking one
as long as you don't lose it, he doesn't care
not really much of a kisser but like, they're still really nice?
like he gives the s w e e t e s t kisses on the cheek
and on the lips they're so... gentle?
like he's just completely in sync with you and they kinda just
feel completely effortless
kinda like the movement of water
i fully believe cats love this man
both because he's so chill but also because he always smells faintly of mackerel
not in a bad way just like
he eats it so much there's permanently just enough of a lingering scent for cats' sensitive noses to pick up
so i hope you like kitties bc you're gonna see a lot of stray cats
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