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if i die, i just want you all to know that being on here has been brilliant thus far. the communities here are so welcoming & the people are so friendly; i've made so many wonderful friends on here, and wouldn't have it any other way. this site & fandom culture have given me something to do in my free time & to be passionate about. it's let me meet amazing people from all over the world and feel liked. i hope this will be able to continue on for many many years, but if it can't, thank you for giving me all of the lovely moments & memories we've shared up until now :)
#thinking about death again#as one does#it's inevitable and unpredictable#and comes for us all#but while we continue to ask ourselves what the point of life is#the same applies to literally anything else#and why does there have to be a reason behind it?#your life exists. it's here. it's yours#you might as well spend it doing what you enjoy#and being with people you want to be around#because who knows if we'll get another?#i just#sometimes i wonder what my life will look like#so much atm weighs on my exam results#i'm 15 and stressed and the expectations are through the roof#but even if i fail everyone else#i know that i've at least been able to help some people on here#i matter to my family#i matter to my mutuals#and if i can keep helping people#then that's enough of a reason for me
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Self-knowledge as a theme in STP messes me up so bad, bros.
This all starts with how little the Princess can tell you if you ask her about herself. How little you can say about yourself, more often than not. Most of the time Quiet doesn't even know what they look like!
The Narrator makes it a point to make the Princess' cluelessness, her lack of self-knowledge, into deception, but really, both the protagonists don't know themselves. How could they?
The concepts of bounds, of something that isn't you, the distinction of "self" and "other", "you" and "I", the concept of something being not like yourself... this is the first time this deity which is now two has ever experienced it.
The Shifting Mound and the Long Quiet did not exist until the Narrator tore a whole into parts.
Now, this deity in twain has to reorient. It has only begun existing, it's not yet known itself. A toddler has to develop a self-concept, and the concepts of others.
Now imagine, for the first time in your solitary existence, that there is something that you are not. Unknowable, foreign.
What are they like, you think? Are they a friend? Should I get to know them? Are they a foe? I do not know them, I cannot trust them... Or can I?
This brings to mind, of all things, Contrapoints' video on Twilight, where she speaks about the concepts of Union and Division in relation to love. And while she speaks of it in terms of eros, it can apply here just as easily, romantically and platonically.
Love is the union of two beings. We love because something outside of us allows us to be more than ourself. In others, many seek that which they lack. We seek out people so that we may develop through our similarities and contrasts with them, to change an be changed.
We seek out people because there can be no I without a You. To exist in a void is not a fulfilling experience.
We cannot discover ourself if he have nothing that allows us to compare ourself. The mirrors elude us throughout the game, always leading to the princess - she is the only way we may know ourselves, the mirrors tease as they disappear. And at the end of the route, only then, can you see yourself, now that you have a complete knowledge of yourself in a given scenario, with a given persona.
Was the princess someone you decided to trust? Or to betray? Was she a foe? A friend? A nightmare? A victim?
You both try to find out who you are through your relationship.
The princess assumes many faces and attitudes in response to you, you assume voices and attitudes in response to her. You're two batches of clay shaping each other at the same time. It's almost like knowing someone your entire life, seeing them go through different phases as they try to find out their identity in the world, their place. The 5 routes, whatever they be, are your "adolescence".
And growing means you will hurt each other, intentionally or not. There will be fights, disagreements, there will be heartache, and comfort and love.
And everything will pass.
Shifty, before she's complete, before she discovers her godhood, makes this point so clear.
How could she not be kind to you? You are the only thing in this place that is not her. What reason could she have to hate you? To make the only friend she could have into an enemy?
That's why, at the end of every route, all hurts are forgiven. All the heartache is acknowledged, understood, and then she moves on. So that you may continue being together, so that she may see what else you do.
Even godhood can become a phase. The Shifting Mound recognises what you both were, but it need not be you unless you accept it. Because self-knowledge is unending. You are always changing, and you can always change.
You can accept being a god, and that becomes you.
You can reject being a god, and that becomes you.
You are by that point an "adult". The figure trying to dictate who both of you are is gone, and you can decide for yourself.
I think this is partially why I love the Leave with Stranger ending the best of all the endings. You begin it by avoiding knowledge of yourself and of another. The self can only exist as far as it is not like the others.
And you meet the Stranger, this being who knows so little about herself, because she too has been deprived of another. The route is quick. It really cannot amount to much, because if you don't know yourself, it's so hard to build a relationship.
But at the end, they've matured. You gave each other time to become fuller beings. You met this person again and they seem so much happier with themself than they were in youth.
I love how they say "We're just a stranger.", and the voices point out how it needn't be sad that you don't know her, unless you make it out to be. You can get to know them, the real them, and they can do that with you.
The way the Stranger speaks if the position of a God only underlines how much the heart of the Shifting Mound can understand self-knowledge.
They speak of how they feel themself be pulled towards taking the position of godhood, of being everything, yet find it confining. Restricting.
"We want more. We want whatever might be on the other side of this door. Something new, that we'll experience together. With someone who exists outside of us. Someone who can see us in a way we can never see ourself."
Self-knowledge through relationships and reflection on how you impact other people.
#stp#stp spoilers#slay the princess#stp stranger#i have so many emotions about that route...#Stranger is the best one imo#sorry if this isn't wholly coherent i am no essayist
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2 am rant cuz I canât sleep:
Iâve stated repeatedly that Iâm pro-Palestine and pro-peace, so I obviously want a two sided, negotiated ceasefire and permanent peace for all. Iâve repeatedly stated that I do not condone the degree of heavy bombing taking place in Gaza.
But itâs currently 2:15 in the morning and I am haunted. Iâm haunted by the fact that the world saw the brutal attack on Jews and celebrated. Iâm haunted by the number of high l-profile celebrities who felt moved to speak out for Palestine â wearing flags and pins and signing demands for Israel to stop bombing, but who said nothing about the dead and tortured and kidnapped Jews.
Yes, what is happening in Palestine is and continues to be a tragedy.
But apparently what happened and is happening to Jews worldwide and Israelis of all religions simply isnât. At least not enough of one. Not enough of one to move these high-profile folks to speak out for us. Not enough of a tragedy to say the names of the hostages, including one forced to give birth while kidnapped by terrorists. Not enough of a tragedy to condemn the violence happening against Jews. Not enough to speak out on behalf of a 20-year-old singer made to fear for her life because she dared to be from Israel and sing about her own trauma instead of, idk, bursting into flame or shutting up or whatever the mob wanted her to do.
No. What happens to us isnât a tragedy. Itâs a nuisance. Itâs a nuisance to have to care about Jews. It gets in the way of everyone else feeling good about their âradical activismâ and self-aggrandizing bravery. People of all levels and types of fame. All of whom say they only want peace and an end to pain. Yet when they mention pain, itâs always and only the Palestinian flag. When they want a ceasefire, itâs always an only in reference to Palestine. But they wouldnât be caught dead asking for an end to Hamas or Hezbollah bombs or even acknowledging that they exist. All calls for peace involve asking Israel to lay down arms but no call for anyone attack Israel, Israelis, or Jews worldwide to do the same.
From large creators to small creators to people in day to day life, non-Jews around the world have made clear that it would be more convenient for them if we Jews just died. If we stopped ever defending ourselves or speaking up or being sad in public.
The vast majority of people speaking out would or will view this post as a justification of violence. But itâs not. Itâs a condemnation of complicity from people who claim to care about peace. It is a condemnation of those who claim to be against antisemitism yet refuse to listen when Jews point out how they are contributing to and spreading more antisemitism. People and institutions worldwide have failed Jews everywhere.
Cats Blanchett
Mark Ruffalo
Billie Eilish
Viola Davis
Lena Heady
Susan Sarandon
Ava DuVernay
Hozier
Sara Ramirez
Annie Lennox
Cynthia Nixon
Angelina Jolie
Multiple UN groups and resolutions
College students and professors across the world
Friends Iâve had for 8 years who donât even respond to messages that I have moved out of state or even spoken to me in at least five months
So many people who are so eager to read every bit of pro-Palestine news that exists and condemn every action from Israel.
And yetâŚ
Before the bombings. Before the reprisals. Before all the violence from Israel: where were they? All these people who so desperately beg for peace (as defined by the end of Israeli aggression only): where were they when it was just dead Jews? Where were the Instagram posts and educational content and in depth analyses of Israeli trauma and history? Where were the condemnations of Hamas? Where were those who are moved to speak for anyone and everyone but Jews?
Are we really supposed to believe any of you actually want peace? When you chant for the globalization of terror tactics that traumatized a generation of Israeli Jews? When you fail to acknowledge Jewish history in any way except to minimize it?
Before the bombing campaign, where were the red carpet statement pins and gowns featuring Jewish stars?
How are we Jews anywhere in the world literally ever supposed to believe that youâre not actively cheering for our deaths? Maybe not in front of our faces, but certainly behind our backs. We know. We know youâre afraid to be less than tactful in front of us, but that you describe our rapes and murders and social exclusion and kidnappings as âunfortunate but necessary.â
Iâm reminded of when Israel was first created. At a time where every Jew on earth was traumatized directly because the Holocaust firsthand, Britain left the territory of mandatory Palestine and the UN allowed for the creation of a Jewish state. And then proceeded to heckle the traumatized survivors for handling its creation poorly. The Nakba is a tragedy and an outrage and Iâll never deny that.
ButâŚyâall are no different from the people who stood on the sidelines as Israel was first created. Why was it up to an actively traumatized people who had very recently (and after a continuous 2,000 year period of expulsions and pogroms and murders) been slaughtered on an industrial scale to somehow create a perfect and stable government in a land where people despised them?
The world needs to own up to the fact that everything that ever went wrong in Israelâs creation is a direct result of the continuous and still ongoing contempt for Jews by all the other countries that could have stepped in to help and provide Jews with a guarantee of safety at any time in the last 2,000 years in general but also since 1934 specifically. And you didnât. Your great grandparents and grandparents and parents all didnât do jack shit. And you are following in their footsteps. You are all doing just as they did: standing on the sidelines and heckling the Jews you donât like for fighting back too aggressively.
But what exactly have you or anyone else done to help Jews in your communities or in Israel to not feel like caged animals forced to fight for survival? Like wild beasts you let loose for slaughter in a coliseum for your own enjoyment? At what point have you worked to provide Jews with other options? How have you made the Jews in your life feel safe or seen during this time? How have you started to deconstruct the harmful anti-Jewish bias you inherited from the people you love?
Is it ok that Netanyahu and the Likud government is bombing Palestine to the extent it is currently doing? Of course not. And Iâll never say otherwise.
But aside from yelling âhey stop it!â at Israel or âyouâre complicit!â at Jews who fail to join your chanting, what exactly have you done at any point since this started to make the world safer for any of us?
Because from what I can see, the vast majority of you have done nothing. And every Jew Iâve spoken to in the last half a year has seen the exact same nothing.
Too many of you are too concerned with being on the right side of history. Most of you arenât famous actors or musicians or whatever. Most of you are just people. History wonât remember you individually. Who knows what history will say about the movements of which you were a part? My guess is that youâll be called passionate and outraged and sympathetic, but ultimately disorganized and misguided.
But you know who will remember you? Every Jew youâve encountered since 10/7. We will remember each individual we saw who celebrated our death or ghosted us or made us feel unwelcome in our own lives.
We will remember you forever. And not fondly.
#i/p#i/p conflict#antisemitism#leftist antisemitism#choose peace#a ceasefire must involve both sides ceasing to fire#and yeah#I still upset about drawfee tbh#Iâm so patient and calm all the time#but I just want everyone to know that this is a choice I am actively making#because all I want to do is scream#Israel#Palestine#grief
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Spider-Man: Across the Spiderverse comes out later today so I wanted to write a post reflecting on my journey and experience working on this movie. So many people have supported me through this and I am so thankful to each and every one of you!
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Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse comes out tonight. It feels really weird to be typing that out right now. I worked on the movie as a visdev artist for the last 2.5 years, from 2020 to 2023. Long post incoming.
There are a lot of reasons why I'd consider this film to be one of the most ambitious animated films to ever be made. As artists, we were asked to push ourselves far beyond our comfort zones and do things that had never been done before in animation.
Every time we reached a point where most people would say "this must possibly be as creative and weird as it gets," our entire team of artists and animators would smash right through the ceiling. The driving direction for the visuals of the film was to push the limits of every single frame; to challenge audience expectations and make something truly original.
The best thing about this film was that there wasn't a single boring day working on this movie. The hardest thing about this film was also that there wasn't a single boring day working on this movie.
There were times while working on this where the imposter syndrome hit me hard. This was my first big movie, and what a hell of a first movie to get thrust into.
I came in only a few years out of school with absolutely no idea what the hell I was doing. I constantly feared that someone had made a mistake in bringing me onto this film, and I was going to let everyone down. There was a solid chunk of those 2.5 years where I wasn't sure if animation was the right path for me.
If there's anything I could tell my past self it would be this: there are so many people who love you and believe in you. There will be a time when you get to stand on the other side of it, look back on everything and see how far you came.
I'm still working on self-acceptance every day (it will be a lifelong struggle, I'm sure), but I'm glad I didn't give up on myself. I'm proud of myself and my contributions to this film, and I'm certain that this movie will continue to change and shape the animation landscape just as the first one did. That's truly a special feeling to have been a part of. I am so incredibly grateful to every single person who helped me along this journey.
Here come the thanks:
To the ENTIRE visdev & art crew- it's been an honor getting to work alongside each and every one of you. My jaw is literally still on the floor from seeing your incredible talent day after day.
I want to thank Tiffany and Felicia especially for being there for me through tough times- I admire and respect you both so much as artists, and even better than that, my life is greatly enriched for being able to call you my friends.
Thank you Patrick and Dean for taking chances on me, teaching me so much about art and what I'm capable of, and encouraging me along the way. To Aymeric, your art is one of the reasons I initially became interested in animation and you have been one of the kindest & most empathetic mentors I could ever have asked for.
I want to thank my wonderful parents for believing in me always and raising me into the person I am today: everything I do in life is to make you proud. To my brother Andrew who is perpetually awake at 3 AM when I need someone to talk to- thank you for always picking up the phone and making me laugh.
And finally to my partner Luke for making me grilled cheeses on all of the difficult days, for never getting sick of me even when all I would ever talk about was work, and for patiently and steadfastly loving me throughout this entire thing. I don't think I could've done it without you.
Starting tomorrow I will begin posting and sharing some of the art I made for this movie; I'm looking forward to sharing some of my personal favorites with you. I hope each and every one of you enjoys Spiderman: Across the Spiderverse when it hits theaters later today!
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Exploring The Prince
Summary: Seeing Aegon again brought something new out of you.
Pairing: Aegon ii Targaryen X Targaryen reader
A/N: This is a part 2 to A Weeks Time which can be read here I plan to continue this series as season 2 goes on so I will tag those parts as I go. I hope you like them and enjoy. :)
(As always I do not own the gif or the characters involved :))
You had traveled from Dragonstone to Kingslanding countless times before this.
But back then it was different, back then you were going to visit your grandfather and cousins nervous for what would break out in a fight first.
Between your cousins and brothers there was always something.
You were lucky to have Helaena in all of this. If not for her they would have driven you to insanity.
âAre you ready my dearest sister?â Lucerys asked as he crept up behind you.
The three of you decided to ride on a dragon back to Kingslanding while your mother and Daemon rode with your younger siblings.
This only meant you would arrive some time earlier than your mother and Daemon, luckily you have your brothers by your side.
â I am as ready as I can be brother.â You answered with a soft smile.
âMy sister, do you want this? This marriage to Aegon?â He asked.
Turning to him I noticed his look of confusion.
âIt was not an idea of mine, but it is my duty if it is requested by the king.â You answered as you walked closer to him. âDoes it bother you Luke?â You asked, looking at his face for an answer.
Although a blind man could have seen it from miles away.
âThey arenât very fond of us, they never have been. I just donât want him or his brother to take it out on you, I worry for you my sister.â He said taking your hand in his.
âLuke, you are an angel sent from the gods themselves.â You exclaimed as you hugged him tightly.
Moments like this made your eyes tear up, Rhaena was lucky to be his betrothed.
â I promise you, If I need your rescue I will fly back to Dragonstone at once.â You said smiling at him hoping to ease his conscience.
Before he could say anything else Jacaerys interrupted you both by joining in on your hug.
âWill the two of you wrap this up? We must get on with it if we want to deliver our sister to the wolves by the end of day Luke.â He said attitude dripping from every word.
Deadpanning and looking at Jace he ruined your efforts to ease Lukes mind.
âJacaerys! I am not being fed to the wolves and if I were I have my dragon I can come back at anytime.â You responded annoyed with your brothers sour mood.
âBesides, Aegon has yet to cause me any discomfort.â You said as a matter of fact.
âThatâs because out of us four,â he said pointing at us, âYou are the only one who resembles them.â He said, swirling a strand of your white hair in his finger.
âThat is not my fault Jacaerys. I wish it were different.â You said feeling a sense of guilt.
You didnât know why things happened the way that they did but they did and you had no choice in the color of your hair.
Only the gods know why you did.
Sighing, Jacaerys knew he let his mouth go too far.
âMy apologies my sister, I did not mean to upset you.â He said this time with a genuine tone in his voice.
Grabbing both of their hands you made them look at you.
âThis moment in my life is meant to bring peace between our families, promise me you wonât do or say anything to ruin that? Please.â You begged.
You couldnât live in a world where you had to choose between your brothers and your betrothed.
You wouldnât.
Looking at each other your brothers sighed as a form of acceptance.
âYou have our word sister, we will not start anything, we will only defend ourselves should they start it first.â Jacaerys finished.
You couldnât win with these two but youâd take anything at this point.
âThank you,â You said as you hugged them both, âNow shall we get going? We have a long day of travel ahead of us.â You said as you led them to your dragons.
ââ
While you rode through the sky with your brothers Kingslanding prepared for your arrival.
Among them was Aegon.
Last he saw you, your brothers had taken Aemonds eye and your mother married Daemon.
All of these years and just now he wondered what you might look like now.
He wondered if you were still and kind and gentle as he remembered.
If your hair was still as soft as it felt when heâd play with it while he told you stories of all the dragon riders he read about.
He knew one day youâd grow to be a beautiful young woman and any man would be lucky to have you at his side.
Little did he know that when that day came he was to be that man for you.
And he only hoped to be enough.
âLost in thought my brother? I donât believe I have ever seen you this silent.â A voice said behind him.
Turning to reveal Aemond as the voice to startle his thoughts he turns back to his view of the city.
âThatâs because I âve never been my dearest brother.â He said, admitting to his change.
âAnd whatâs brought this out of you?â Aemond pushes, although he already knew the answer.
The truth is Aemond had known for years, no one calmed Aegon the way your presence did. It surprised him that Aegon didnât realize this in the years you two lived under the same roof.
He questioned if Aegon himself even knew it now. How could one be so blind yet have both eyes?
Heâd never understand.
âJust saving my energies for Jacaerys and Luke, you know they can come in quite strong sometimes.â He said absentmindedly.
Aegon didnât want to let Aemond in on his thoughts.
They were of you, and you were pure, he would not let his brothers hatred for yours damage that image.
Chuckling at Aegon Aemond smirks, âAnd there he is.â
âNow that I see you are well and intact, I should have you know that she arrived quite some time ago.â Aemond said, unable to hold back his amusement at the way his brother's head whipped in his direction.
âWhat? How long ? I didnât expect them so soon.â He said standing to walk past his brother.
âThey rode on dragon back, seems its only her and her brothers.â Aemond said with mischief in his tone.
Aegon stopped in his tracks upon hearing it.
âListen to me brother, any ideas you may have, rid yourself of them. If not for her sake then mine. She deserves none of it.â Aegon said, âGive me your word Aemond.â He finished forcing his brother to look him in the eyes.
âFine, you have my word. But do not waste your time looking for her now, the queen has taken it upon herself to receive them. You won't see her until dinner tonight.â Aemond said, walking past his brother.
Damn my mother and her ways.
ââ
Dinner could not have arrived soon enough for the both of you.
The Queen managed to keep you quite âbusyâ for all those hours with her rant of her new found religion.
Aegon on the other hand was forced to pace in his quarters, too annoyed to deal with anyone yet too impatient to sit still and read one of his books.
He wondered if youâd still like to listen to the stories he read like before.
Or if your brothers had poisoned your mind with whatever distasteful thoughts that came out of their mouths.
The thought angered Aegon.
Before he could indulge in such poisonous thoughts a maid knocked on his door.
âDinner is ready to be served my lord.â She said quickly before turning away.
Finally, Aegon thought.
Aegon all but barged in into the dining room expecting to see everyone but finding no one.
��Dammit.â He cursed as he grabbed a cup and served himself a large amount of wine.
Sitting himself in his assigned seat he waited for the rest to follow.
After your afternoon with the queen you had only a few moments to ready yourself for dinner before your brothers came in to walk you down.
As the three of you walked down the halls you began to fiddle with your fingers.
What if he changed? What if he really was all that you heard and worse?
Standing at the doors of the dining room you took a deep breath and prepared yourself.
Whatever he was now, he was to be your husband and only that could you be sure of.
As the doors opened you put on your gentlest smile and prepared yourself for whatever greeting youâd be given.
âThere they are, come my grandchildren.â Viserys said as he waved for you all to join his side.
Quickly you did as he asked joyfully to hear his voice.
âHello grandfather.â You said as you bowed to his grace.
âMy dear y/n how beautiful youâve come to be, come sit next to your betrothed.â He said, turning to Aegon.
You could feel your brothers stare at the back of your head as you turned yourself to face Aegon.
Walking towards him you bowed your head slightly, âMy prince.â
âMy betrothed.â He answered with a quiet smile.
Offering his hand to you, taking his hand you walked with him and sat by his side.
Sitting down you began to feel how different things would be.
Your brothers across from you instead of next to you and you next to Aegon.
âLost in thought?â You heard from next to you.
Turning you came face to face with Aegon.
âMy apologies, This is the first I have a second to do so.â You said, taking in his features.
Blue eyes, soft skin. His hair was shorter.
His shoulders more broad, jawline sharper. It was no surprise to you that Aegon aged well.
âTell me.â He requested softly.
âMay I be honest, my prince?â You asked.
My prince, Aegon thought. In that you were right. From the moment he saw you walk in those doors he was devotedly yours.
â If I am to be your husband, we must learn to trust each other so please, be honest.â He said, watching your eyes soften sensing your relief brought him happiness.
Smiling, you talked to him about your day with the queen and how little interest you truly had in the faith of the seven but listened to her out of respect to your queen.
It wasnât until you began to talk about your ride here that he finally saw your features light up.
The way you spoke of your dragon, the smile you carried, the glimmer in your eyes.
He only hoped youâd glow like this at the mention of his name some day.
Eventually dinner came to an end and your brothers stood to walk you back to your room.
â I can walk her back to her room, Jacaerys.â Aegon insisted on wanting to have more time with you.
âDonât be mad, it is not custom for you to be alone until you wed, come sister.â Jacaerys demanded for your hand.
Wanting to avoid a fight, you took your brother's hand and bid Aegon goodnight.
You enjoyed your time with him and could only wish it lasted longer but for now youâd wait until tomorrow.
Aegon watched as your brothers whisked you away to your chambers only wishing he could follow.
Instead he found the nearest bottle of wine and his glass and took himself to his chambers to await for the next day full of you to come.
After some while of not being able to find sleep you debated finding a maid to bring you tea or just simply taking a stroll in the garden to bring you peace.
Deciding for the ladder you grabbed your robe and made your way to the door.
Opening your door you stopped in your tracks when you came to face with Aegon back facing you.
âAegon.â you said gently.
Turning to face you Aegon tries to make up an excuse as to why he was at your door late in the night.
Not finding any he decides to allow his mind to speak freely.
â I couldnât sleep, I needed someone to talk to. Is that alright?â He said, taking steps towards you.
â I am your betrothed Aegon, it is my duty to tend to you now.â You said as you looked into his eyes a dark blue you had yet to witness from him.
A look you didnât recognize just yet, but you would soon.
âMay I come in my dearest?â Aegon asked looking down at you too close for temptation.
Giving it no second thought you stepped aside allowing him the space to come in.
Smiling at your invitation he walked in and settled for a couch at the foot of your bed.
Only then as you walked towards him did he notice your attire.
A silk gown covered with a silk robe, your hair brushed out and beautiful.
You made it difficult for him to respect your virtue and you didnât even know it.
Sitting beside him you waited for him to speak.
Too distracted in his own thoughts you decided to interrupt.
âSo what was it?â You asked breaking the silence.
âHmm? What was what?â Aegon asked being brought back to reality.
You smiled amused at his ability to get lost in his thoughts just as easy as you did.
Realizing what you meant he quickly worked to find the words.
âRight well,â he paused turning to look at you unsure of how you would feel by his question, âWhat is the craziest thing youâve done?â He asked.
Slightly taken aback by his question you took a second to think.
â I - I am not sure by what you mean, the craziest?â You asked hoping heâd clarify.
Turning his full body to you he clarified, âWhen your mother was younger I heard of the stories where sheâd sneak past the walls of the castle and sneak off. Have you ever done such a thing?â He asked curious to know how much you resembled your mother.
This statement made you timid toward the prince.
Youâd never even thought to do such a thing. Maybe heâd find you too innocent for his liking at the revelation.
Sensing your answer in your silence Aegon reassured you by putting a hand on your lap.
âItâs alright if youâve done nothing of the sort, we'll soon have our chance to do all sorts of things. The castle will be yours to do as you please.â He said rubbing his hand on your thigh not realizing the touch as innocent as it was left you feeling hot.
This was new to you.
The thoughts that ran through your mind as he continued to lay his hand upon you so gently.
âAll sorts of things?â You asked barely above a whisper as you inched yourself closer to Aegon.
Any kind of sense leaving your mind.
âYes, we can start exploring tonight if youâd like. Is there something you would like to see?â He asked, noticing your sudden closeness again reminding himself of his need for restraint.
âAnything?â You asked, a look of innocence in your eyes.
âAnything.â He whispered, kissing your hand.
Observing the act you pondered your next move.
On one hand you knew this was wrong on so many levels on the other hand you were losing sight of that mentality the longer his hand stayed in place.
Letting temptation win you take a hold of his hand as you look into his eyes and move his hand to the place where you need him to explore.
You know heâll be able to help you with this temptation, after all he was to be your husband.
Looking down at the new location of his hand he clenched his jaw fighting for what little restraint he had left.
âMy dearest-â he tried but it only brought you closer to him as he began to lose what little control he had over himself.
Close enough to close the gap with a kiss. But Aegon knew it wouldnât end with that if you allowed him.
âWe are to be wed. Why not explore me?â You asked looking down at his lips wondering how it would feel to be kissed.
His breath hitched in his throat at your words.
âWhy must you make it so hard to respect your virtue?â He asked, feeling your hand on his face.
âThen donât my prince.â You said pulling him to you and closing the gap with a soft gentle kiss.
Pulling away to look into his eyes you saw the darkness behind them now understanding what it was.
For you felt it for him too.
Pulling you back to him this time Aegon grabbed you by the waist and put you on top of him as he kissed you deeply with passion as you tangled your hands into his hair.
Groaning at the sensation Aegon pulled your hips down to meet his, your heat only growing at the sensation of his cock.
Gasping as he moved your hips together, âAegon,â you moaned into his ear needing more.
Quickly Aegon picked you up and moved you both to your bed.
âThis is what you desire?â He asked, looking into your eyes and seeing them filled with lust.
âYou are what I desire.â You said breathless and eager.
Those words were all Aegon needed before taking off what was left of the clothing you two had.
kissing your stomach he gently made his way up to you breast massaging your nipple gently whilst peppering kisses on the other sucking lightly on your nipple.
His touch brought quiet moans out of you as you indulge in the pleasure he gave you.
âAegon please.â You moaned, pulling his face up to meet with yours.
Hoisting your leg onto his waist he lowered himself to kiss your lips.
âYouâll tell me if it's too much?â He asked wanting to hear your reassurance.
âYes.â You whispered as you kissed the surface of his face not being able to get enough of him.
Kissing your lips once more this time he gently pushed himself in groaning at the sensation of your tightness.
Gasping at his size you looked down as you saw him slowly entering you, stretching your walls the deeper he went.
âJust a little more y/n, thatâs it.â He said trying to focus on keeping it slow for you.
Once he was fully inside he gave you a moment to adjust before pulling himself out entirely and thrusting back in gently this time forming a pace you could grow used to.
Slowly the pain of the stretch began to turn into pleasure and your gasps turned into moans needing more
âAegon,â you moaned into his ear, âFaster please.â You said as you wrapped your other leg around him.
âFuck,â he said as he tried to hold on to what control he had from releasing into you too soon but your words only brought him closer.
Quickening his thrusts he grabbed a hold of your hip with one hand and held himself up with the other.
Looking down at your face almost brought him overboard as he saw the look of pleasure in your eyes.
His innocent betrothed lying beneath him as he plunged his cock deep into her soaking wet pussy.
And it was soaking wet for him.
âAegon I - Iâm-â you tried to say but you were cut off by another moan yet he knew what you meant.
â I know my darling, together.â He said as he rested his forehead on hers closing his eyes as he felt her tightening around him.
âAegon!â She moaned, getting louder by the second.
Quickly Aegon kissed her to cover the sound of their climax until she came back down.
Kissing her forehead one last time before pulling out of y/n and falling to her side to catch his breath he thought about what just took place.
As did she.
Until this day she had never even had such impure thoughts.
Sheâd never understood what it was that came over her but the look in Aegon's eyes in that moment told her she wouldnât need to.
Turning to face him she met him face to face with her innocent smile once again.
âFor someone who said they needed someone to talk to, you didnât do much talking,â you said, smiling.
â I will have you all of daylight to listen to me talk tomorrow will I not?â He asked moving the few stray hairs from your face.
âYou will, my prince.â You whispered as slumber began to consume your body.
Pulling you to his side Aegon kissed your head one last time before closing his eyes as well.
âThen until then my dearest.â He said as he joined you in slumber feeling a sense of fullness with you in his arms.
At Least until morning came.
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The Office Romance pt. 1, ft. tripleS Seoyeon, Kep1er Dayeon
tags: creampie, daddy kink
length: 8k+
author's note: It's been a long while since I've written about Seoyeon. So, to rectify that, I'm featuring her in this start of another series (this feels like a bad idea, ngl).
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âMiss Yoon, to my office, please,â you say into the landline on your desk thatâs connected to Seoyeonâs. âOn my way, sir.â
Within seconds, Seoyeon appears in front of your eyes, and you lock the door behind her with a push of a button. âSir?â You shake your head. âItâs not the time for that.â She knows what youâre getting at. âOppa?â âI miss you, sweetheart.â She looks at you confusedly. âSorry?â You take a deep breath before continuing your point. âWe havenât spent time for ourselves recently, have we, sweetieâweâve been so busy with work.â
Seoyeon sits on the empty chair on the other side of the desk. âThatâs true,â she sighs, âso, whatâs your idea?â You suggest getting lunch together, but she seems hesitant to take you up on the offer. âPeople will see, though,â she says quietly. You close your eyes as realization hits: only a handful of people (who you trust the most) know about you and Seoyeon, and itâs safer for the both of you to keep it that way.
Without command, tears start flowing out of your eyes, and Seoyeon jumps off her chair in shock. âHuh, whatâoppa, are you okay?â You nod. âI-Iâm fine; I just realized how complicated our relationship is.â Seoyeon isnât convinced that youâre fine, so she pulls you onto your feet and hugs you tightly. You put your lips on her forehead, feeling apologetic for bringing this life upon your lovely girlfriend. âIâm so sorry, sweetieâI didnât mean to drag you into this life like this.â
Seoyeon has been your number one supporter since day one; sheâs been by your side through all the ups and downs of the company, unwavering in her approach to this difficult job while maintaining the other side of the coin as your girlfriend. Sheâs doing all these things for you, and the only things sheâs asking in return are your loyalty to her and commitment to the jobâon top of appropriate pay, of course.
âItâs a good thing that youâre paying me a ton for this,â Seoyeon tries to lighten the mood. You crack a little laugh. âIâm glad that itâs enough for you.â She looks at you in the eyes. âI mean, with sex on top of it, itâs more than enough.â You smile a little before frowning again when another realization hits. âWe havenât had sex in a week,â you say quietly. Your girlfriend smiles, showing you the incredible patience that you admire her for. âItâs fine, oppa; like you said, weâve been very busy with work.â
An idea enters your mind. âWhat do you say we spend this weekend for ourselves, sweetie?â Seoyeon nods enthusiastically. âSounds great, oppa,â she says, âI must warn you, though: if you donât touch me at least twice, Iâm quitting this job.â âYou got it, sweetie.â
Seoyeon asks you to return to your seat, and because you expect that sheâll want to leave your office and get back to work, you unlock the door for her. âI heard that,â she comments, âare you kicking me out, oppa?â You blink rapidly in confusion. âExcuse me?â She leans very closely towards you. âDonât you want a blowjob first?â Her whispered words give you goosebumps everywhere, and you canât help but nod. âThatâs what I thought.â
Seoyeon pushes your chair backwards a little to make space for her to get on her knees. âFeed me your dick, oppa,â she allures. Without wasting too much time, you unzip your trousers and pull them down along with your boxers, exposing your hard cock to your girlfriend. âOmo, youâre excited to see me, arenât you?â
You let out a moan when Seoyeon first lets you in her mouth. âThatâs really good, babyâfuck, youâre so good.â Much to your satisfaction, your girlfriend starts bobbing her head along your length faster. Your eyes gradually close as your eyelids feel heavy, but thatâs when she slaps your leg to get your attentionâSeoyeon doesnât like it when youâre not looking at her during a blowjob. âSorry, baby; youâre just too good,â you reason.
Sheâs trying to say something, but because your shaft is lodged in her mouth, nothing but intelligible sounds come out. You see that sheâs tapping the back of her head, though, so you guess that she wants you to put your hand there. âAlright, alright, here.â You place your hand on the back of her head, expecting nothing from her in return.
She proves you wrong, however, as she negotiates more of your shaft deeper into her mouth, possibly into her throat. âGood girl, baby,â you utter without thinking twice. Not satisfied yet, Seoyeon fixes her hands on your knees and forces herself to take the entirety of your length, ignoring whatever blaring alarm from her body and brain, and at the same time, taking you closer to cum-land.
âBaby,â you finally manage to say something, âIâm going to cum.â Seoyeon removes you from her mouth momentarily to gather herself. âS-sure,â she says between heavy pants, âoneâoh, God, one second, please.â You lift her chin so that you can look right into her big, adorable eyes. âI love you,â you whisper to her, âthank you for making the time for this.â
You can tell that she wants to be kissed but is hesitant to come in for one considering your cock was just in her mouth, so you take the charge and kiss her passionately. âI like that,â Seoyeon quips, âthatâs a green flag for me, you know.â You run a thumb back and forth on her cheek. âI love you, sweetieâI love you sooo much.â She smiles, a mix of cuteness and sexiness shown on her face. âGive me your cum, then, sir.â
Seoyeon opens her mouth as wide as she can, and thereâs nothing better for you to do than to shove your cock into her mouth. âIâll give you my cum, baby; donât worry about nothing.â She closes her eyes when you start fucking her mouth while making sure her teeth are off your cock. âCâmon, Yoon Seoyeon, you can do thisâyouâve done this dozens of times,â she tells herself. Thinking that youâre close, she fixes her hands on your knees again to prepare for your semen.
Even though she has prepared for it beforehand, Seoyeon still panics when her mouth is suddenly flooded with your cum. She tries to stay in place and receive everything, but despite her best efforts, it starts leaking out of the corners of her mouth, and she can only hope that it doesnât land on her clothers. âShouldâve undressed first,â she thinks.
Salvation comes to her as you place a palm under her chin while pulling out at the same time. âCome here, sweetie.â You pull her head closer to you to help make sure her clothes stay clean. âThank you, babyâthank you for everything,â you say as you clean her face with facial tissues.
âDo you want to spit that out, baby?â Seoyeon shakes her head, and instead swallows your load in one go. You show her a big smile. âYouâre such an amazing girl, you know that?â She thanks you for the kind words (and the load). âDo I look okay, though, oppa? Am I too messy?â You run your fingers through her hair to help her tidy up. âShould be okay now, baby.â âThanks, oppa.â She gives you a peck on the back of your hand. âSee you later, okay?â
Seoyeon makes her way out of your office, and as soon as she closes the door behind her, she sees Dayeon, whoâs sitting on a chair while hugging a big binder. âYou were there a long time, Seoyeon-ahâwhat were you doing?â âI was just doing my job, Dayeon-ah,â she replies, trying to play it cool. âThat mustâve been stressful, because your hair is quite messy,â Dayeon strikes for the second time. Seoyeonâs heart jumps a little, but she manages to deflect once again. âIt was a pretty serious matter.â
She can tell that Dayeon isnât entirely convinced, but whatever is in that binder matters more. âSo, is he free now?â Seoyeon nods. âYou might want to ring the bell first,â she adds, and apparently, it sounds odd to Dayeon, as proven by the raised eyebrows. âIs that so? Why, is he naked?â Itâs getting hard for Seoyeon to stay serene. âNo, but he has a lot of work other than whatever is in that thing.â âSure, he does,â Dayeon presses the bell to your office, âwell, see you later.â
Seoyeon watches on as Dayeon disappears behind the door to your office. âYouâre not stealing him from me, you biââ A ding from her phone interrupts her train of thoughts; itâs an incoming text from you, thanking her for making you cum and relieving some stress. âSee this? Heâs mine, not yours.â She takes a seat on her chair and promptly lets out a deep sigh. âWhy are we doing it like this, oppa? Canât we just tell the world we belong to each other?â
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Dayeon enters your office with a big smile. âYes, Miss Kim?â She reaches behind her head and frees her hair from the tie, showing you a rather sexy side of her. âMiss Kim? Really?â She slowly makes her way closer to your desk, and only now do you notice that the first two buttons on her blouse are undone, letting you peek at the white lacy bra sheâs wearing underneath. âWhen are you going to treat me like you do Seoyeon-ie, boss? I donât want to wait forever, you know.â âI donât know what youâre talking about, Miss Kim,â you deflect, trying to stay solid under pressure. âAlso, itâd be helpful if you'd stop trying to seduce me every time you walk into my office.â
Dayeon places her hands on your desk and bends forwards just enough for you to see her cleavage more freely. âOh, câmon, donât be too hard on me.â She smirks when she catches you looking at her chest. âDonât you want to touch these plump tits, boss?â You shake your head to both clear your mind and tell her no. âI have a girlfriend, Miss Kim,â you open a card, âplease stop.â
You expect her to listen and stop trying to seduce you, but instead, she moves to sit on your desk with her legs slightly parted. âYouâre such a good boyfriend, arenât you, boss? Here you are, working hard at your company while sheâs off doing God-knows-what.â âMy girlfriend is a hard-working woman, Miss Kim,â you say, not accepting the slander. âSo am I, and thatâs why you should consider giving me a chance.â She mustâve missed the single most important detail of this exchange, which is the fact that youâre taken, but you just want to stop at this point. âMiss Kim, letâs address whatever you actually came here for, and we can pretend this never happened.â
Seeing that thereâs no way to progress, Dayeon jumps off your table and tidies up her clothes. âFine,â she sighs, âI guess we can talk about work instead.â She places the thick binder on your desk crassly. âThese are reports on our trainees, let me know which of these girls you want to choose for debut.â âI needââ Dayeon interrupts by placing a flash drive on your desk. âHere are their practice videos,â she adds.
âLet me know about your thoughts about these girls soon, okay?â Dayeon then makes her way out of your office, and as soon as she disappears behind that door, you let out a big sigh. âWhy are we doing it like this, Seoyeon-ah? Canât we just tell the world that we belong to each other?â
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âSeoyeon-ah, why are you still here?â Your question snaps her out of focus, making her jump in shock a little bit. âOh my God, you didnât have to surprise me like that.â She pats her chest to calm down. âCan I help you, sir?â You show her a warm smile while pointing at the clock hanging on the wall. âThis is quite literally not the time for that, is it?â Seoyeonâs face instantly relaxes and her body sinks into her chair, releasing the tension she has been holding for hours now. âYou want to go home, baby?â âI still need to finish this thing, though,â she says.
Your heart sinks: you forget how much you rely on Seoyeon for a plethora of things, taking her help and presence for granted more often than youâd like to admit. âWe can continue tomorrow, love; letâs just go home, please.â Seoyeon stares at you blankly, possibly contemplating if she wants to finish it tomorrow and go home with you tonight. âYeah, letâs go home,â she finally comes to a decision, much to your delight.
Seoyeon looks around to make sure thereâs no custodian or security guard around, and when she sees that the coast is clear, she takes your hand in yours. âI love you, oppa,â she says softly, filling your heart with some much-needed warmth. âI love you more, baby, and I canât do anything without you,â you reply, making sure she knows that sheâs appreciated. Seoyeon giggles. âWould you consider giving me a raise, then?â âYes, absolutely; Iâll see what I can do, okay, baby?â
As soon as you step out of the elevator, you see Dayeon hanging out with a security guard with her back turned against you, which gives you enough time to let go of Seoyeonâs hand and pretend nothing happened. Dayeon turns around when the guard points inside where you are.
âOh, hello, boss,â Dayeon ignores Seoyeon and only greets you, âgoing home?â You put on a smile and simply nod to her question. âSee you tomorrow, Miss Kim.â Initially, she doesnât say anything when you walk past her with Seoyeon, but as youâre inching closer towards your car, Dayeon opens her mouth. âDo you sleep with your secretary, boss? Is she that girlfriend you spoke of?â
Both you and Seoyeon stop in your tracks, and admittedly, youâre very nervous. âWhat the hell are you talking about, Dayeon-ah,â Seoyeon comes to your aid, âI have a boyfriend, just so you know.â âYou donât actually think that Iâm that stupid, do you? Itâs not hard to put 2 and 2 together,â she presses on.
After thinking about it for a moment, you decide to interrupt and just reveal the whole thing. âYes, Miss Kim, I do sleep with my secretary who is also my girlfriend.â You sigh, feeling somewhat relieved. âSo, please stop trying to get to me; I donât want to cheat on my beloved.â âYeah, okay.â Dayeon bows while her eyes release tears, âI apologize, sirâhave a good evening.â You look at Seoyeon, and she looks right back at you with this flat expression that you canât figure out the meaning of. âYou too, Miss Kim. Iâll see you tomorrow.â
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Seoyeon is oddly quiet tonight, visibly tense and deep in thoughtânot even a flavorful dinner managed to get her to relax. âLove, I hope youâre not thinking about work right now.â She shakes her head. âIâm just thinking about Dayeon-ie.â You stay silent and see if she wants to continue. âHow long do you think she has had a crush on you, oppa?â âI donât know, honestly,â you sigh, âI think the more important question is why me, because aside from my position, Iâm just a regular, boring guyâeven you acknowledge that Iâm a boring person.â
Seoyeon moves to sit on your lap. âJust so you know, dating a boring guy is fun, as odd as that sounds,â she says. Truthfully, youâre glad to hear that, but youâre curious about the reason. âJust think about it, oppa: because youâd rather stay at home and be boring, I donât have to worry about you running around the city looking for one-night stands or side chicks.â âI mean, yeah, but I also donât go out muchâisnât it boring for you to stay at home with me a lot?â Your girlfriend shrugs. âI mean, youâre still willing to go out on dates when we have time.â
Now that Seoyeon has brought up that topic, you suggest getting dinner together tomorrow after work, which makes her light up. âHmm, yeah, about that,â she fetches her tablet from the table, âthe dance instructors are inviting you to attend a monthly evaluation tomorrow at 6 p.m.â âOkay, but can I have you after that?â Seoyeon doesnât answer right away and scrolls up and down on her tablet. âYeah, you can,â she says, âwhat do you have in mind?â âDinner, loveâdid I not tell you that already?â Seoyeon laughs. âSowwy, daddy.â âDaddy? What, you horny?â Seoyeon places her hand on her crotch and then yours. âI need a bit of warmup, but you seem eager.â âIâm always eager for you, baby, but do you want it?â You ask to make sure you have consent. âOnly if you promise to make me cum.â
In the few years youâve been dating her, only twice have you not made her cum, both involving you busting early: the first one was because you were strangled by her ass and couldnât hold it back, and the second one was because you were not in peak condition. Seoyeon expressed her disappointment on both occasions but didnât let you touch her to rectify your failure. Ever since then, you make sure to make her cum first before you try to chase your own orgasm, and itâs been working well so far.
You carry Seoyeon like a koala, and she circles different parts of your body with her arms and legs. Once youâre close to bed, you pretend as if you were going to drop her, making Seoyeon scream the loudest youâve heard from her in recent memoryâeh, actually, that scream she let out when you surprised her on her birthday was likely louder.
âThat was so not funny, oppa,â she whines, âwhy would you do your girlfriend like that?â âSowwy, baby.â You gently set her down on the bed. âHow about that, love?â Seoyeon looks away momentarily. âI was about to get mad, but letâs be real, how can I get mad at you, oppa?â
You kiss her fleetingly. âYouâre so sweet, arenât you, baby? Youâre always so kind and hard-working.â Seoyeonâs boba eyes widen even more while her cheeks are painted pink. âW-what are you talking about, oppa? Why so sudden?â You take a knee in front of her. âBaby, Iâm so thankful for you, both personally and professionally; I seriously wouldnât last a day without you.â She places her hands on either side of your face. âThank you, oppa,â she says, âlife has been very pleasant with you by my side.â
The two of you came to the bedroom to have sex, but here you are, crying to your heartâs content in each otherâs arms because youâve been overwhelmed by emotions. âIâm sorry, sweetie,â you wipe tears off your cheeks, âoh, Iâm so sorry; I didnât mean to make you cry like this.â Seoyeon shakes her head. âW-with you, I-I cry because of the right reasons, oppa.â You chuckle slightly. âIs this a good segue to sex, though?â Seoyeon pecks you on the forehead. âUs crying right now means good emotions, and good sex needs good emotions,â she says.
After calming down, Seoyeon takes off her T-shirt, revealing a black bra that you love seeing her wear the most. âI consent, oppa.â You join her in undressing and let your clothes scatter all over the place. âI love you, sweetheart,â you say softly, âIâm glad to be with you all the time.â
Seoyeon falls backwards onto the bed, and you take the chance to take her shorts and panties off. âOppa, before we start,â she calls a timeout by placing a finger on your cheek. âPlease donât get in my ass; Iâm not in the mood for it.â âOf course, babyâthanks for letting me know.â
You grind your tip against her entrance, and Seoyeon promptly starts moaning. âVanilla is great, isnât it, baby?â âY-yes,â she says, âI-I can feel how much you love me.â âThatâs great to hear,â you whisper, âhere I go, baby.â âYes, make love toâoh!â
With little problem, you ease your cock into her pussy, her warm walls hugging your shaft snug. You hear her soft and angelic moans in your ear, and youâre doing your best to keep this tempo thatâs nice and relaxed amidst the temptation to go hard and fast.
âOppa, I love youâI love you so much.â âOh, I love you more, darling; more than words can express.â Seoyeon lets out a mix of giggles and moans. âReally?â You peck her on the lips before answering. âWeâre having sex right now so that I can show you, instead of telling you.â She places her soft hand on your cheek. âKeep showing me, then, oppa.â
You hug her tightly as your shaft moves in and out of her, exchanging moans with each other freely. Seoyeon suddenly lifts her butt off the bed while yelping. âYou alright, cutie?â She nods. âJ-just goosebumps,â she says. Now that sheâs mentioned it, you notice that you also have goosebumps on your forearms. âWeâre equal, baby.â
Youâve lost track of time at this point; the pace makes it feel like itâs been hours, but neither of you is showing signs of impending orgasm just yetâat least that was the case, until Seoyeon announces that sheâs getting close. âY-you need to go faster if you want to make me cum, oppa,â she says. âI donât want toâit sounds exhausting,â you crack a little joke. She lets out a gasp of disbelief, playing along with your joke. âSu-surely youâre not that mean.â
You straighten your posture and fold her in half. âOh, Iâm so ready for this,â Seoyeon approves of the change of position. Once your knees are set, you start pumping into her fast and hard. âYes, daddy, yes!â She pulls out the kinky name out of her bag. âFuck me, daddy!â
Your girlfriend is moaning without any care about anything else, while youâre endlessly fucking her; whatever agreement you had about vanilla and making love has been thrown out the window.
âMore, more! Make me cum, daddy!â Seoyeon is great at pushing the right buttons at the right time to egg you on. You fasten your grip on her ankles and move your hips as fast as you can while praying that you wonât bust too fast.
âFuck, youâre so tight, baby.â âY-you only no-noticed that now?â You chuckle a little. âYeah, kind of,â you say, âare we ready to cum yet?â âS-soon, daddy.â âHard to get, arenât you, cutie?â Amidst the endless moaning, Seoyeon manages to let out a laugh. âY-you love me f-for it, d-donât you, daddy?â âDamn right.â
After what feels like forever, Seoyeon finally announces that sheâs ready to cum any second now. âJust a bit more, daddy, please.â You opt to let her legs relax and come in for a hug, having had enough of being rough. âCome on, my love,â you whisper in her ear, âcum for me, please.â
A part of your mind wonders if the slower pace will postpone her orgasm, but no is the answer youâre getting, as Seoyeon asks you to pull out when her orgasm hits, her legs and thighs shaking as per usual. You lie on your side next to her while your hand gently runs on her head. âYouâre always so pretty, babyâeven prettier when you cum, might I add,â you praise her. She wants to say something back, but her heavy pants prevent her from doing so, hence the nods. âTake your time, baby; we have all night.â
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Youâre getting some looks from a bunch of people when youâre walking through the building with Seoyeon, and you wonder if youâre simply being paranoid. âBaby, is it just me or are they looking at us weirdly?â âI donât know, and I donât want to know.â Seoyeon picks up the pace of her steps while keeping her gaze forwards.
You invite her to your office before releasing her into the wilderness that is secretary work. âIâm sorry, baby; I just wanted to make Dayeon-ie stop flirting with me.â She sighs. âYeah, itâs fine; I didnât want to stay silent while she kept pursuing you either.â
The bell to your door rings, and Dayeon appears soon after. âHello,â she says, âam I interrupting?â You and Seoyeon look at her in confusion. âNo, no,â you break the silence, âplease come in, Dayeon-ah.â As she gets closer, you see that her eyes are redâshe mustâve spent some time crying. âI-Iâd like to submit my resignation letter.â Dayeon places a piece of paper on your desk, sobbing as she does. You quickly scan the letter, and under the reason section, sheâs written that âshe is no longer able to stay professional at work.â
Aside from her shenanigans, Dayeon is great at her work. As a former idol herself, she has a keen eye when it comes to evaluating trainee candidates, hence how she was able to keep her position this long despite her occasional unprofessionalness.
As thoughts run amuck in your head, Dayeon sobs more and more. âS-sign it, please, sir,â she urges you. You pick up a pen from your shirt pocket, but you canât bring yourself to sign the letter. âOppa,â Seoyeon steals your attention, âdonât sign it.â Both you and Dayeon look at her confusedly. âLet her stay, oppa; we need her.â âI-I literally tried to steal your boyfriend, Seoyeon-ahâwhy would you let me stay?â
Seoyeon holds Dayeonâs hands. âI know you did, but at the same time, you didnât know that we were dating; I donât want to punish someone for being clueless,â she reasons, and you think that itâs a reasonable point. âSheâs right, Dayeon-ah,â you support your girlfriendâs idea, âyouâre a valuable personnel in this company.â You put down your pen and the letter. âNow that you know about our relationship, I hope that youâll stop chasing me and be able to put your expertise to good use.â
Seoyeon pulls her into a hug, which makes Dayeon burst into tears. âT-thank you, Seoyeon-ahâthank you, boss. I-I promise I will work hard.â Your girlfriend looks at you with a smile and teary eyes, and your eyes are threatening to release tears because of this sight.
Dayeon quickly pulls away from the hug and wipes tears off her cheeks. âS-someone give me ordersâplease tell me what to do.â Seoyeon whispers something to her ear, and considering how her eyes widen seemingly in shock, it must be something crazy. âWhat did you say to her, sweetie?â Your girlfriend doesnât answer while Dayeon makes her way around your desk and kneels between your legs.
âLet me suck your cock, sir.â
You look at Seoyeon, who has a naughty smirk on her face. âWhat the hell did you just tell her?â She shrugs. âShe wanted your dick, so thatâs what sheâs getting.â You want to say something back, but youâre distracted when Dayeon unzips your trousers. âLook at her, oppa, and tell me sheâs not excited right now.â Dayeon indeed seems excited and ready. âFine,â you decide to play along, âweâre not doing this ever again, just so weâre clear.â
You inhale sharply when you feel Dayeon licking the tip of your cock. âI will make sure you remember this, bossâyou can tell me later if Iâm better than your girlfriend.â âJust get on with it, please,â you say, oddly eager about getting a blowjob from another girlâa home wrecker.
She parts her lips and slowly negotiates your shaft into her mouth, seemingly (and understandably) struggling with your unfamiliar size. In the corner of your vision, you see that Seoyeon is moving to stand behind Dayeon. âDeeper, slutâif you want to please him, you have to show more effort.â She pushes Dayeonâs head forwards, making her gag on your cock. âSweetie, be gentle with her,â you say. âNah, she can take it.â
It is when the gags get worse that Seoyeon lets Dayeon remove you from her throat. âN-not too roughâh-have mercy, please,â she begs. âDo you want to please him, or no?â Dayeon nods weakly. âI-I do, b-but please let me do it at my own pace.â âFine,â Seoyeon steps away from you and Dayeon, âcontinue, then.â
Dayeon turns her attention back to you. âW-water, please.â You grab a bottle that has some leftover water from yesterday. âOpen your lips, cookie.â Once she opens her mouth, you guide the bottle towards her and help her take a sip. She finishes the water in one go, and unfortunately for her, thatâs all you have. âSorry, I havenât refilled my water today.â She shakes her head. âI-itâs fine, I-Iâll manage.â
She starts stroking your cock, indicating that sheâs ready to go again. âS-sorry, oppa, my gag reflex is so bad.â You rub her face gently. âDo you want to stop?â âB-but Seoyeon-ie saidââ âDonât worry about her,â you interrupt, âif you donât consent, then we must stop.â
After thinking about it, Dayeon decides that she wants to stop right here and asks both your and Seoyeonâs consent to try again some other time. Seoyeon suggests inviting Dayeon to your apartment on Saturday night, which you have no problem with. âWeâll see you again on Saturday, Dayeon-ah.â âY-yes, sir,â she says, ât-thank you for the opportunity.â You smile at her. âNow, get yourself tidied up and start working, please.â
While Dayeon gets herself sorted, Seoyeon extends the invitation to attend a monthly evaluation to her, mentioning how Dayeonâs experience might help the company make decisions about these trainees. âYeah, Iâll be thereâthanks for inviting me.â During the exchange, you see that Seoyeon is starting to soften up to Dayeon, which provides you with some much-needed relief.
It is when Dayeon exits your office that Seoyeon approaches you again. âI love you,â she says, âeverything I do for you is out of love, oppa.â âI know, sweetie; Iâm always thankful for you.â You and Seoyeon move towards each other at the same time for a kiss. âIâll see you later, oppa.â âIâll see you later too, sweetheart.â
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The clock shows 4:00, which means that itâs time to go to that meeting that Seoyeon has prepared materials for.
âSo, to remind you, weâll be talking about some debut-related stuff with a bunch of peopleâthe important things for this meeting are in this binder.â âThank you, sweetheart,â you take the big binder from her hands. âYouâre attending too, arenât you?â Seoyeon laughs. âWe both know you canât go through the day without me.â You nod. âI know, sweetie, and thatâs why I asked.â
Seoyeon wraps an arm around yours as you walk towards the meeting room with her. âIâm nervous, baby,â you say. âHonestly, same,â she replies, âbelieve me when I say that I'm glad Iâm not the boss of this company.â âOh, donât worry, youâll be joining me soon, Miss Yoon.â You try making a joke to suppress the nervousness.
You believe that you have valid reasons to be nervous; the future of this company depends on whether the 5-member group thatâs going to debut in January next year succeeds. Not only that, but these 7 trainees who have been spending so much time training at your company are very hopeful about making the debut teamâitâs going to be so damn painful for everyone when you announce the two trainees who wonât be debuting in January.
When you enter the room, Min Suhye and Min Suji, the dance and singing instructors respectively, are waiting for you. âHey, guys,â you greet them, âhow are you two doing?â Sujiâs face lights up. âWeâre doing very well; these trainees have been working really hard and really well recently.â Her words blow tenseness away from your mind. âWell, you guys deserve all the credits; youâve been tireless with them.â Suji looks at her sister momentarily. âYeah, actually, weâd like to take a bit of PTO next week or the week after.â You figure that they deserve some much-needed rest, so you agree to let them take leave, and in turn, let the trainees get some rest as well.
After a short wait, youâre joined by the choreographer and music production team. âHi, hi,â the choreographer greets you, âsorry for being late; I had a discussion with Sihyeon-ie.â âIs she okay?â You ask because you care about these trainees and their instructors. âYeah, yeahâshe just had questions about some choreo details.â Youâre glad to hear that people are as serious about this as you are; it would be difficult to proceed if someone were to lose motivation during this long process.
To not waste more time, you start todayâs meeting. The production team plugs in their laptop to the speaker and projector, taking the first turn to âspeak.â âWhich one do you guys want to check out first?â You see on the big screen that there are demos titled A through D, each around 3 minutes long. âWeâll start from the top, okay?â
Demo A immediately catches your attention; it sounds fun and exciting with the uplifting beat, and the supposed chorus part has that banger factor (your opinion, not official production term). Demo B and C sound cute, but C in particular sounds quite generic. âMaybe we can include B as a B-side,â you think. Finally, you arrive at D, which sounds like another title track material. âA or D as title,â you write on your little note.
âIâd like to hear what everyone thinks about each demo,â you start the discussion. The instructor sisters love C but are worried about it coming off as boring, so they vote for D instead. Your beloved Seoyeon, on the other hand, thinks that A should be the title track, like you do. Youâre glad that sheâs of the same opinion, but you make sure that your face doesnât show any sign of bias in front of these people.
âI think A is great,â says the choreographer, âwe should be able to make a catchy choreo that sticks to peopleâs minds.â Before casting your vote, you ask what the production duo thinks. âWhen we were making these demos, we thought that maybe we could include C in the EP; I personally think that itâll be a fun addition to it, you know.â
After a short discussion, it is decided that A and C will be in the debut EP: A is the title track while C is a B-side track; someone suggests putting C at the end of the play. âYeah, sounds great,â says production, âweâll be working on the lyrics soon.â You thank everyone for making the time for the meeting and sharing their opinions on the demos, earning smiles from each present. âI hope you guys remember that you guys are important to me and this company,â you say. You want to say that youâll be giving them bonuses based on the groupâs success but itâs probably best to keep it as a surprise.
Seoyeon approaches you after everyone has left. âDid I do well, sweetie?â She nods. âYou always do well, but sometimes I wish youâd show more authority.â You scratch your chin as you think about her words. âI mean, I just wanted to listen to everyoneâs opinions first.â She nods again. âThankfully there wasnât much disagreement today, but should it happen in the future, youâll need to be able to take point, oppa.â
Someoneâs knocking at the door, so Seoyeon makes her way towards it to check. âOh, itâs youâcome in.â Dayeon appears at the door with a plastic bag in her hands. âErm, I bought some kimbap for you guysâI-I wanted to get donuts but I donât know if you guys like sweet stuff.â âThank you, Dayeon-ah; we were about to get food ourselves.â With a sheepish smile, Dayeon hands the bag over to Seoyeon, who doesnât seem to be in the best mood, before leaving the meeting room.
âYou alright, sweetie?â Seoyeon sighs. âJust wondering if giving her a second chance was a good idea.â âSweetie,â you hold her soft hands in yours, âyou know I would never cheat on you, right? Iâll make sure Dayeon doesnât get too close to me.â She sighs once more. âJust⌠donât leave me for her, please.â You assure her that such thing wonât happen; you love Seoyeon so much and donât want to see her go.
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âOh, hi, Jihyun-ahâgoing somewhere?â You catch Jihyun, one of the two eldest trainees, leaving the training room. âD-director,â sheâs visibly surprised to see you, âI-I was going to get some water for us.â Based on her sweaty forehead, you can tell that sheâs been practicing hard. âIâll get it for you; please return to the training room.â Jihyun seems reluctant to accept your offer, but she doesnât dare argue. âYes, directorâthank you so much.â
You grab a box of bottled water from the storage and carry it towards the training room where the trainees are. âGood thing youâre fit,â Seoyeon quips. You chuckle. âI know, right.â As soon as you enter the training room, youâre met with bows and hellos from the trainees. âHi, hi, hi,â you put on a kind smile for them, âJihyun-ie said you guys needed some water, so here it is.â
You hand a bottle of water to Jihyun, who then passes it over to the other trainees until everyone has a bottle in their hands. You invite everyone to sit in a circle on the floor, and Sihyeon, the other eldest trainee, tries to get a chair for you. âThatâs not necessary, Sihyeon-ah; Iâm just your co-worker, not your dad,â you make a little joke, making her laugh a little. âCome, guys, letâs just sit on the floor.â
âSo,â you start, âhowâs everyone doing?â You make sure your tone is gentle in front of these exhausted trainees. âWeâre fine for the most part, sir,â Jihyun answers on their behalf. âMost part, Jihyun-ah? Is there something wrong?â Jihyun reveals that Sunbin has been feeling some pain in her right calf because she didnât stretch properly. âAre you okay now, though, Sunbin-ah?â Sunbin says that sheâs feeling better after having applied some ointment on her calf, which brings relief to your heart. Sunbin is the youngest despite being of legal age and is also a big softie, so it stings to hear that she was in a bit of trouble.
âDirector, director,â Sunwoo steals your attention. âI-if itâs okay with you, can we have some pizza and fried chicken, please?â You burst out laughing. âOf course you can, Sunwoo-yahâlook, do your best for tonightâs evaluation, and Iâll buy each of you a box of fried chicken and two large pizzas to share; how about that?â Everyoneâs face lights up as the room is filled with excited cheersâlook, Soobin is beaming right now!
As trainees, dietary restrictions can be quite rough on them, so the fact that youâre agreeing to their request brings joy to their hearts. âOrder for them, pleaseâbuy some for us as well,â you whisper to Seoyeon, who immediately pulls out her phone to order food.
You spend some more time talking with the trainees and are soon joined by the Min sisters and Dayeon, who are here for the evaluation, and everyone starts getting on their feet. âGirls, huddle, please,â you join them in the circle, âyou are so close to debuting, and I know you guys have what it takes.â âThank you, sir,â Jihyun says. âFighting on threeâone, two, three, fighting!â
You and Seoyeon take a seat at the big table with the Min sisters and Dayeon. âWeâre ready when you are,â you say. âGood luck, everyone!â The song starts playing after everyoneâs gotten to their positionsâtheyâre doing a dance cover of tripleSâ Girls Capitalism, followed by a full cover of Kep1erâs Love on Lock right after.
You put on a serious face as the trainees go through the first cover and nail some important details from the original performersâshit, Sunbin seems to be in discomfort. âPull through, Miss Jeon; câmon, you can do this shit,â you say in your head, hoping that itâll reach her. Your attention is stolen by Jihyun, however, as she steps closer towards the table to make a big impression on you and company. âGood job,â you mouth to her, drawing a small, proud smile on her face.
Sunbin immediately falls seated onto the floor after the cover is finished, scrunching her face because of the pain. You step away from the table to check up on her. âAre you okay, Sunbin-ah?â She nods weakly. âJ-just my calf, director.â Jihyun passes you the ointment and you open the cap. âExcuse me, Sunbin-ah; Iâll help you apply some of this, okay?â Only when she nods do you start putting ointment on her leg. You then help her sit on a chair and return to yours. âYou can sing your lines while sitting, Miss Jeon,â you say, âeveryone else, please proceed as plannedâeh, actually, drink some water first."
âYouâre so kind to them, director,â Suhye makes a comment. âI donât want to simply be a boss to them, Suhye-yah,â you reason. Suhye doesnât say anything back, and you take it as a sign that she agrees with your approach.
The girls move to take their positions for the next cover, and Jihyun is the last person to get ready because she was still taking care of Sunbin. She seems to have also said something to her, and you hope that it was words of motivation or comfort.
The second song starts, so you shake your head to get rid of other thoughts in order to focus on the performance. Itâs been smooth so far; Sunwoo and Daeun seem to be more immersed in this cover compared to the previous oneâthey must like this sort of song more. Jihyun, the always passionate one, is doing her best too, along with Hyeonju, Sihyeon, and Soobin.
Unfortunately, however, Sihyeonâs voice cracks a little, but she manages to stay focused and carry on. You and Seoyeon, in a moment of like-mindedness, quickly put up the OK sign to help assure her that sheâs okay. Another thing to note is that Sunbin is giving absolutely everything despite being seated, showing everyone present her perseverance that is second-to-none, and at this point, the best choice of action seems to be debuting all 7 of them.
Once the performance finishes, you start a wave of claps, and in response, the trainees bow in respect and gratitude. âWell done, everyone,â you say, ânow, Iâll have your instructors say their feedback.â âIâd like to start,â Dayeon says, so you let her do so. To your surprise, she leaves her seat and starts undressing, thus revealing her idol-like practice attire that consists of sports bra and compression shorts. âWow, she came prepared,â you think. Apparently, youâre staring too much, proven by how Seoyeon pinches your thigh as punishment.
Dayeon gives Sihyeon some feedback and goes as far as showing examples, and the other trainees start replicating her, taking the guidance seriously. âI understand if youâre not too big on showing your curves, but itâs often necessary,â she adds. âOh, and donât forget to make eye contact even when youâre in the center.â After Sihyeon, Dayeon turns her attention to Soobin, who apparently was caught lacking.
âSoobin-ah, I want you to look at me and then compare my moves with yours, okay?â She does this piece of choreography like the pro she used to beâmuscle memory goes crazy when it comes to dancers and athletes. Dayeon then tells Soobin to do the same and is quick to see the part that was not good in her eyes. âRight there, stop,â she says, âwhereâs the detail on that move, Miss Park?â Soobin repeats the piece once more, but she still doesnât manage to satisfy Dayeon. âOh, câmon,â sheâs getting heated, âstick your butt out some more when youâre doing those steps, Miss Park.â Soobin does the move again as instructed, and admittedly, that last try looks better. âThere, thatâs better,â she says, âremember the details, okay?â
Behind the standing ladies, Sunbin is looking at the floor, seemingly in low spirits. âLetâs talk to Sunbin-ie,â you say to Seoyeon, who follows closely behind you as you walk towards Sunbin. âMiss Jeon, howâs your leg?â âI-it doesnât hurt as much anymore, director.â âThen follow us, please.â
Right as sheâs stepping out of the training room, Sunbin starts crying. âP-please donât fire me, director; I-I know I was wrong for not warming up correctly, butââ Her gust of tears interrupts her own words. Seoyeon promptly hugs Sunbin, making her gasp in surprise. âItâs okay, Sunbin-ah; accidents happen all the time,â she says, âplease donât cry, weâre not punishing you or anything.â âB-butââ Seoyeon doesnât let her make a counterargument, placing a finger on her lips to stop her. âJust worry about your legs first, and then, I want you to remember this instance and warm up properly next time, okay?â Sunbin nods and hugs Seoyeon more tightly. âT-thank you so much, maâam,â she says tearily.
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Seoyeon falls onto bed as soon as you enter the bedroom with her after showering. âGod, that was such a long dayâit's helpful that dinner was very good.â âThank you for sticking around until the end, love,â you donât forget to express your gratitude. âThat was me both as your secretary and your girlfriend, by the way.â âI know, love, and Iâm thankful for you, like I always am.â
Your girlfriend gathers her might and moves to sit. âIf youâre that thankful for me, surely you can do me a favor.â âSure, baby,â you take a knee in front of the bed. âWhat can I do for you, baby?â âWhy donât you make me cum, hm?â You chuckle. âYeah, Iâd love toâI thought you were tired, though?â Seoyeon shakes her head. âWe can pile on some more exhaustion so that we get better sleep.â âSure, baby.â
You stand back up and stretch a little. âWouldnât want to pull a muscle like Sunbin-ie.â Your little joke makes her laugh. âSheâs so cute, isnât she?â âYeah, thatâs something I wouldnât sayâI donât want to come across as creepy, you know.â Seoyeon pinches your forearm. âYou should be more worried about me, if you catch what Iâm saying.â âOh, I know.â Youâre getting impatient to start. âAre we ready to start, or no?â
Seoyeon pulls her T-shirt over her head and uses it to cover her body. âAre you okay, love?â âI donât like this bra,â she says, âI donât think I look good in it.â A few questions pop up in your head: which bra is this, why does she not like it, and what did she mean âI donât look good in it,â because Seoyeon looks good in everything and nothing. âCan I look?â She shakes her head. âTurn around, oppa; let me take this off myself.â
You do as she asks and let her do her thing. âHere,â she hands the bra over. You see that itâs a nothing-out-of-ordinary sports bra. âWhatâs wrong with this, baby?â âIt makes my breasts look flat, and I donât like itânot when Iâm trying to have you between my legs.â You scratch your head as you try to come up with something to say. âBaby, look,â you start, still wondering if itâs a good thing to say. âYou are attractive, âkay? You donât need to worry about looking flat or whatever, because respectfully, you are very hot.â
Your girlfriend beams and taps your face gently. âCongratulations, you passed the test,â she says. âTest? What do you mean?â âAh, donât worry about it, oppa; just know that it was the correct answer.â Youâre speechless, unsure of what to make of this situation. âCâmon, oppa, touch me.â
Youâre still stumped even after getting rid of your clothes. âBabyââ Your words are cut off when Seoyeon starts stroking you. âCâmoooon,â she picks up the pace, âget hard and fuck me already.â It is when she thinks youâre properly hard that she lets go. âThere you goânow please fuck me.â
You pretend like youâre about to kiss her, only to turn her around and have her bend over. You place a palm on her pussy to check if sheâs really ready. âYou can feel how wet I am, canât you, daddy?â A mix of gasp and moan escapes her lips when you stick two fingers in her pussy. âI-Iâm ready for you, daddy,â she states the obvious.
With your cock in hand, you slowly and gently ease it into her, earning a long moan from her until the entirety of your length is inside. âS-say something, daddy; t-tell me Iâm good.â The way youâre bending forwards allows you to hold her tits and say words right into her ears without compromising your pace. âYouâre always good, baby; I will never get tired of you,â you say, âyouâre such a good person on the outside and a sexy lady on the insideâspeaking of inside, youâre also so damn tight all the time.â âT-thank you, daddy,â she lets out a moan before continuing, ât-the way you tended to Sunbin-ie was a-attractive, you know.â
You laugh internally; you say what you said because Seoyeon wanted to be praised, but she mentions Sunbin in her reply. âThis moment is ours, love; letâs not bring work to bed, hm?â Seoyeon nods slightly. âI-Iâm sorry, daddy.â
As a gesture of accepting her apology, you start moving your hips faster to reach that sweet spot of a tempo. Seoyeon then straightens her back so that only her knees are on the bed, and you do the same in cooperation. âFuck me like this, daddy.â âYou love taking me deep, donât you, baby?â âOh, oh, yes, I do; I fucking love it when youâre hitting me deep.â
Seoyeon is active today, moving her hips downwards to meet your thrusts in the middle. You reach around and begin stimulating her nub, making her moan louder and faster. âDaddy, daddy,â she chants, ây-youâre going to make me cum.â âYeah? Is that so?â Your speech is rather breathy at the moment. She turns her head to the side. âKiss me, daddy.â
Seoyeon, after taking a few dozens of thrusts from you, suddenly slams her hips while screaming from the top of her lungsâpoor girl didnât have the chance to announce her orgasm because of how sudden and hard it hit her. At the same time, her walls are squeezing your shaft really hard.
You notice that sheâs getting weak and threatening to tumble forwards, so you fasten your hold of her body to make sure she doesnât go face first into the bed. âGreat job, loveâthat mustâve felt good, right?â âA-amazing,â she answers weakly. âYouâre also amazing, baby.â You send a barrage of kisses to the back of her head (because you donât have access to her face) to make sure she knows that sheâs appreciated.
âD-daddy,â Seoyeon captures your attention again. âC-cum in me, please.â âGladly, babyâhere I go, okay?â
You start off slowly, savoring your girlfriendâs tightness and warmth to the max since you were busy being fast on her earlier. âI love you, baby; I love you so, so much.â âI love you more, daddyâoh, yes, daddy.â You ask if she can help you get closer to orgasm by grinding her hips against yours, and she does just as you ask. âOh, youâre amazing, baby; youâre always so fucking amazing.â
With a grunt, you release semen into her core, filling her to the brim and earning a very sexy moan from Seoyeon, who immediately falls onto the bed as soon as you let go of her torso. You slowly retreat from her pussy while placing a hand underneath to catch the excess cum. âOh, youâre holding it inâgood work, baby.â âI-I donât waste your cum ever, do I?â You peck her in the forehead after flipping her over. âThatâs true,â you say.
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I really think that the therian community needs more essays on former trends and general forms of conduct, because I've said it before and will continue to say it, but the way the community was structured in the mid to late 2010s when I was first awakened was fun and exciting and helped me really find the good in my identity, but also was extremely toxic, judgy, and detrimental to my overall journey.
In my first few years in the community, I was embraced into a corner of the internet that was all about animals and the ethical treatment of them and appreciating and worshipping nature as we all considered ourselves more a part of it than "others". I was also dragged by my tail into a corner of the internet that forced me to give up every single personal, little detail about my personal identity and how I felt about it and the step-by-step of how I got there just to be allowed to speak.
That community both sang the praises of wolf therians, put them on a pedestal, to the point that it felt like they were above all other 'types, while also simultaneously tearing down anyone who questioned wolves, especially certain coat colors, to the point that you had to defend a master's thesis in front of a panel of graymuzzles for anyone to allow you the label "wolf therian". From day one, you were conditioned to believe there was no fun and intimate community, no pack meets, no content for you, unless you were a gray wolf, but you had to be educated on par with the top experts in the world on both identity and the species to not be considered "another kid that likes wolves". If you were anything else, you were an outcast in a world of outcasts. You were just "trying to be unique". You never got edits, outfits, etc. without asking creator accounts for them yourself. The community's terminology was structured around wolves. Howls, packs, etc. You either had to accept that you were going to be outnumbered in any close-knit small group you joined, if you were even allowed and it wasn't "wolves only", or, you could make a group designed around 'types similar to yours, which would never be found by others like you, and would quickly only become a failed idea.
That community is what led to my complicated and painful feelings towards wolves. For the rest of my life, no matter what happens, I will always have doubt in my identity because of it all. I will either be a wolf who believes I'm one because of the community's influence, or I won't and will believe I'm not because I want to escape the stereotypes that come with being a wolf.
That community also was riddled with rigid, unspoken rules about what was and wasn't an acceptable therian identity. I never heard of systems during that time, never saw anyone identify solely psychologically, and no one identified only because they felt like that creature. Back then, you were a standard therian with a single 'type, maybe a second if you'd been researching and journaling every single day without fail for more than a year with statistics to back it up. You had a reason for your identity, but it couldn't just be that you imprinted on your pets as a child (that's not enough), or that it developed from trauma or autism (therianthropy isn't a mental illness), or that you simply feel that way (you're just a wolfaboo). You had to be a misplaced soul, someone with past lives, on rare occasions, you could be a permanent walk-in spirit (but definitely not in a plural way). Don't even get me started on the idea of polymorphs, conceptkin, etc.
I personally feel like a standard therian, but to this day, I still question the origin of my identity. So much of my identity as a red wolf hinged on it being endangered and from my area, because then I could be a misplaced soul due to there not being enough bodies for red wolves to be born into. When I first awakened, I thought my identity came from a past life, even though I personally don't believe I can ever find out what those were, if I even have any. Later on, when I realized being raised with dogs and always seeing and being compared to canines likely had something to do with it, and I considered it to have come from imprinting, I still felt as if I was required to find some spiritual side to it as well. I still struggle with this, to the point that I barely know what I believe in afterlife-wise anymore, and I certainly don't understand what led to my identity, if something even led to it at all.
Those kinds of things needs to be discussed more, because to an extent, I feel like it's still present, both in the same and different ways. The newly-awakened alterhumans of today, yesterday, and tomorrow, all deserve to have a truly accepting space to figure themselves out without pressure to conform to an unspoken standard of how one should identify. Tumblr is better about it than most sites, but ones like TikTok might set things back, if they haven't already, despite the attempts of well-meaning individuals who are trying to break through the algorithm and educate others. I just think more discussions need to be had and more perspectives and experiences need to be shared for the sake of awareness and making sure damaging practices don't continue forever.
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DRDT CH2 EP16 First Impressions
Weâve reached the end of the chapter! A bittersweet feeling, finally getting closure on this chapter while also ushering in a new hiatus. Still, congrats to dev for making it this far! Hope they enjoy their break, while we enjoy whatever theyâve cooked up for the ending!
Without further ado, let us enjoy peak.
Spoilers for the entirety of CH2 (hell yeah). CW: Execution, suicidal thoughts.
Itâs Aceover.
ONE vote for Teruko! Do we think Ace voted for himself? Did the mystery voter from Trial 1 repeat their vote on Teruko? Or did they not, and the voteâs just Ace? {Hindsight: Itâs CH1 Mystery Voter probs}
MonoTV: âYou got it right!â ITâS ALL OVER.
Okay wait itâs actually kinda weird to see the new David sprites outside of the Trial. Like itâs trippy idk why. Thatâs crazy.
Eden: âWhy her of all people?â Poor Eden, at least give her an answer! Even if itâs just âit was the easiest optionâ man.
Whit: âI really thought that no one would repeat what happened to Xander and Min.â Is this the very first piece of anti-Whit Time Loop theory evidence? Or is he just lying? I donât believe the theory, so Iâm passing that one to the defenders.
Ace: âI killed her. And if you canât forgive me for that, then thereâs nothing I can say.â
Hey remember when Nico said they didnât see the point of saying sorry if they wouldnât be forgiven anyways? Yeah.
The foils are foiling :O
Both Teruko and Eden blaming themselves in their own way (Eden mentioned it in Ep10 âjust like Min!â and now Terukoâs bringing âmisfortuneâ into the conversation), man we are in for some sad times with these two. And everyone else ig.
Hu: âHow could you say itâs just misfortune?â And Hu is very against this idea, interesting.
âSo we canât blame ourselves for failing to prevent something like that.â Ah, thereâs the ticket. Sheâs trying not to feel guilty about it, which is kinda fair, Areiâs death is 99% Aceâs fault.
Eden: âThe Ace I met for the first time wasnât a murderer.â Oof, Eden hitting us with the full highlight line. Sheâs so great for this honestly. Everything she says afterwards is also great for her character, I love her (and I donât need to read her lines with suspicion!!! Iâm free!!!)
Veronika. And sheâs still smiling. Go worst girl! /affectionate
âThe only thing anyone can do in this killing game is to shatter.â We are⌠getting worryingly close to secret quote wording here.
Rose: âAre you saying Ace was pushed into killing because of things like almost being killed?â (Paraphrased) Oh God sheâs gonna feel guilty too because she let Nico get the turpentine! Even if that doesnât work if Ace had already chosen to kill Eden, still! How much self-blame can we have this trial?
Teruko: âNo.â Yeah thank you.
Ace: âDid you all get the Veronika virus or what?â God Iâm gonna miss him so much actually.
[To Levi] âShut up for the rest of your life and kill yourself!â Holy SHIT heâs going out with a bang. {Hindsight: I didnât realize how accurate this would be}
David: âYou still have it in you to throw stones in your glass house.â Did this motherfucker correctly use the idiom Ace fucked up earlier? Heâs such a piece of shit /affectionate.
Ace: âI donât care if it made me a hypocrite!â AGH-! New sprite and the voice acting continues the hot streak of being absolutely fucking stellar! Holy hell!
[To Levi] âI just needed a reason to stay mad at you!â Ouchie!
[The whole Levi v Ace thing] This is just fucking incredible. Levi still doesnât understand, Ace just wanted to stay mad so he could live with his betrayal, just peak character writing all around. And peak VAing, of course.
Teruko: âI need you to do a favor for me. It might just save your life.â YOOO I CALLED THIS!!! Blackened Blaze of Glory letâs fucking goooo!!!! Thanks to shinycrows for asking me that!!!
âKill MonoTV for me.â Alright so. Not the best plan ever, but then again, itâs not like any plan against the killing game will work on CH2. Also the way she said that was great.
MonoTV: âYeah, more murder!â Whyâs it so funny for?
Teruko: âArei died because youâre a coward, Ace!â YO whyâs she going so hard right now?! This entire scene is incredible, I donât even have any words for this much peak. The emotion in her voice, holy fuck- Oh yeah because Areiâs crying reminded her of something! In the playground! So Teruko does have a small connection with Arei so sheâd feel real bad (for more reason than just death of someone she knew)! I didnât put that together till now.
[Ace punches MonoTV] PEAAAK! Oh shit it actually broke! That was so fucking awesome! Letâs fucking go Ace!!!!! Also MonoTV is definitely just coming back, right?
That broken MonoTV sprite though!
Eden: âFinally, itâs overââ The lack of music is making this really impactful, even though we know it wonât work. Holy shit.
MonoTV: âA fatal error has been detectedâ We breaking out different fonts?
MonoTV: âNow loading the default XF-Ture personality drivers.â
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
AND THE CROWD GOES FUCKING WILD!!!!
Now we have the question. Was MonoTV created by XF for the game? Or did XF just create the AI, and someone repurposed it for thre killing game?
Also what are these defaults going to be?
âŚWait whose voice is this? Someone we know? Please tell me Iâm bad at recognizing voices! {I think itâs still MonoTVâs VA, just doing a different act, but Iâm not sure}
[MonoTV speech] Didnât expect MonoTV of all damn characters to have a badass moment, but I guess this is the world we live in now.
âBut there is no reason to punish Ace a second time.â UHHH Chat are we cooked?
The death of every participant? This is about rule 14, right? âAll murderers must be held accountableâ? The âeveryone is responsible for Maiâs death and must be punishedâ theory seems to be gaining ground.
Itâs also saying this is why it was created, so XF likely did have a direct hand in the killing game. Min MM not looking so implausible all of the sudden.
âI will pass the punishmentâŚâ chat weâre actually immensely cooked what.
âI will now proceed with the execution of Teruko Tawaki.â UHHH LUCK BETTER COME IN CLUTCH!!!
[Machine Gun] BRO?!?!?!
Charles: âThat thing will surely kill you!â Even Charles is sounding extremely distressed here, damn! But I guess Teruko is relying on her luck maybe?
Whit: âCharles! Stop talking and cover your eyes!â I mean yeah good advice but you know- More pressing things atm
Teruko: âNo :)â Whyâs she so silly coded?
Teruko: âKilled? I doubt it. As if something so kind could happen to me.â AAAAAAH!!!! The suicidal tendencies return with a vengeance!!!
[Her speech] Holy fuck holy fuck this is crazy sheâs actually doing the unhinged Lucky Student thing of relying on luck sheâs going in Iâm so terrified for whatâs about to happen.
âIâll show you all what it means to be the Ultimate Lucky Student.â Shit boutta go crazy.
[LEVI DOES THE THING] OF FUCKING COURSE!
Bro I was not ready for this. I wasnât ready in the slightest. This motherfucker better survive against all odds or itâs all over.
Bro that sprite- Heâs so cooked.
MonoTV: âHis injuries are not fatalâ Wait are we saved? Arturo look I know youâre not a doctor but for the love of God tell me you can do something about this holy shit. I wasnât ready for this.
VERONIKA. Holy shit sheâs actually insane.
Arturo: âHe could liveâŚâ Please??? For me???
Wait now that Iâm thinking about it. He hasnât said his secret quote. We might be saved.
[Whit sprite] ⌠Huh??? Bro what the fuck is happening this episode.
Ace: âExecute me right now!â Ough this shit insane!!! I canât- I genuinely canât react. Iâm just overcome with emotion at this point.
âIâll have a third death in my hands!â ⌠Wait the math. Unless heâs counting himself⌠does he blame himself for Taylorâs death???
[The entire Arturo - Ace debacle] IâŚholy shit???? The genuine distress in Arturoâs voice when he says he canât save Levi??? Ace clinging to the hope that he can??? Bro what the fuck??? This is insane???? I canât- I canât compute- This is actually insane. This is so much. Levi better not fucking die after this I swear to god-
Ace: âI donât want to dieâŚâ Holy shit dev did it. Iâm feeling just as bad for Ace as I felt for Min. Bra-fucking-vo. Holy fuck. No words.
[Thanatophobia]
(Fear of death right? Fits)
⌠Okay, so. I know someone brought up this term in relation to Ace. Genius, first.
Second, that might just be one of the greatest executions Iâve even seen, if not the best. I usually donât care much about how good executions are, but this⌠this is incredibly good. The music was banging. The execution method was unique. It wasnât related to his talent, but his character, which makes it better imo.
(Also are the âunexplained illnessesâ related to Xanderâs family?)
And even through all this⌠dev showed the corpse. When they didnât show Minâs. Why would you allow me to cope even further? You drop XF and show a corpse- holy shit. I just canât even process anything.
And he didnât say his quote. He never said it I donât think. Levi better survive.
VERONIKA. Holy shit sheâs actually getting more and more unhinged by the second the hell-? Yeah remember when she looked unnerved by Minâs execution?!?! She ainât looking unnerved no more!
Hu: âThe elevator is open!â Weâre just- gonna ignore- Alright, I guess itâs fair. Surely Levi survives right?
Rose please tell me you looked away. I know you saw Levi so itâs not looking great either way, but still.
Teruko: âGo on without me.â Is she going to talk to David maybe? About the secret?
âEveryone was gone.â Alright no, sheâs just going to mourn or something?
[Teruko reflects on her similarities to Ace and Arei] I really like this moment, itâs nice of her to say what the audience was probably already thinking.
MonoTV: âI must convince everyone that Iâm the villain.â And what does this mean MonoTV? Genuinely too burnt out to think about it any harder rn.
MonoTV: âThat is the fate that I have, to make others suffer.â HOW ARE WE TYING MONO FUCKING TV TO THE THEME OF FATE?!?!?!WHAT DO YOU MEAN WE HAVE TO TALK ABOUT FUCKING âTERUKO-MONOTV PARALLELSâ WHAT THE FUCK?! DEV YOU SON OF A BITCH YOU DID IT AGAIN!!! /positive
[Teruko breaks down] Holy hellâŚ
âI had known the answerâŚâ AUGH- The character writing⌠itâs so good⌠fucking hell this is incredibleâŚ
Where do we even go from here? Terukoâs speed running the themes of trust and fate like theyâre not the main themes of the series?!?! Iâm going crazy.
⌠Are we seriously leaving it on a cliffhanger whether Levi is alive or not? Like, I know the âsurviving studentsâ thing counted him, so Iâm guessing heâs alive, but⌠hot damn. This is an evil cliffhanger.
(Also I find it funny that Davidâs silhouette sprite did in fact change to what the dev said was his new default lol)
âSeems thereâs something heâs not proud ofâ The nailbiting right.
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Bro how the fuck am I expected to even begin to summarize this shit?!?!
Okay, in⌠ascending order of crazy.
Did David just⌠not speak almost the entire episode? Did he even have any lines when Teruko was being executed? The fuck is going on with him? He didnât even reveal Terukoâs secret???
Veronika was unhinged. Loved that for her. Hope she gets worse, it seems like CH3 will be a fun chapter for her (I hope that doesnât mean she dies).
Whit officially gets his very own unhinged/breakdown sprite! Weâve completed the set! I mean, itâs not as crazy as others, but it matches Roseâs soâŚ
Everyone endures further trauma, fun.
I even feel bad for Arturo! Poor guy did not ask for this shit! Thereâs fun foils here with Levi trying to protect the group as much as he can and Arturo being forced into the roleâŚ
Also. Of all ships. I did not expect Aceturo to get a dub here somehow.
I somehow called more or less predicted what Teruko was gonna do. Fun how that happened. And her little character reflection at the end was awesome, I loved it very much. Jesus fuck.
Thatâs gotta be the best execution Iâve ever seen, hands down. I donât care that there wasnât a single horse there. This is much better.
Also, no secret quote from Ace. So those are 100% not a good metric for defining who is at risk of death. Wonder if that means weâll get a flashback with him?
XF-Ture Tech?!?!?! MonoTV character building kinda?!?!?!?! Iâm going crazy?!?!?!
Levi??? This motherfucker better be alive. Thereâs no reason he should be dead, so Iâm gonna assume heâs alive. But wow⌠I guess weightedblankettt was sorta right on the âfinal orbitâ interpretation of Leviâs connection to Shoemaker-Levy 9, just⌠not in a way we expected. (If that meant nothing to you donât worry about it).
And Ace⌠Hot damn. Just⌠an entire character arc at the eleventh minute, huh? Howâs that for the people who were saying Ace wouldnât be remembered, huh? Levi probably owes him his life, in a way. He broke MonoTV. He faced his thanatophobia to try to help Levi survive. Just⌠so fucking good. I said it in the reaction. I genuinely felt just as much grief for him as I did Min. And coming from me, thatâs⌠a lot. Just incredible writing and voice acting and everything in betweenâŚ
This cements it, btw. This is my favorite trial from anything DR related ever. Itâs genuinely insane. I am going to make a more detailed, more coherent post analyzing the entirety of Part 2 of this chapter, because it deserves it. It deserves more thought than Iâm able to give right now on account of feeling too many emotions. Stay tuned for that, I guess.
Props to the dev, the VAs, and anyone who might have laid a hand on this at some point. Itâs genuinely incredible, this is an unforgettable experience. Holy shit.
I donât- I donât have the emotional energy to keep writing. Just⌠I think I need to calm down for a few hours. Genuinely loved every second of this. Thanks for reading, and see you when I gather my thoughts enough to trust myself to be coherent.
#drdt#danganronpa despair time#drdt spoilers#ace markey#teruko tawaki#monotv#liveblogging#levi fontana#what the fuck happened
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A Lot of You Have Subtle/Covert Control Issues, And Hereâs Why:
One thing that Iâve noticed about a lot of people is that they have control issues that are given a pass and overlooked. Especially in relationships and friendships.
When we think of âcontrol issuesâ in the context of connections, we think of someone telling another what they can and canât do, or what they can and canât wear, or who they can and canât speak to. Those things definitely fit into that category, but those are OVERT forms of control issues. Read through some of the following points and see if you can relate to any of the more subtle ones:
Refusing to accept people for who they are (positive or negative) and therefore opting to try to change them for better or for worse - instead of choosing to change YOUR behaviour and whether or not YOU continue to deal with them.
Thinking that you have the power or influence to change someone into a âbetter personâ and refusing to give up despite them not being receptive to that, nor even asking for your help in the first place.
Trying to force people to love and care for you. Instead of just choosing to love, care, and focus on yourself. Thinking that if you do âthisâ and âthatâ for them, or if you stick around them long enough, then theyâll eventually treat you like you want to be treated.
Refusing to change what YOU accept in terms of disrespect (when you definitely could if you wanted to), and instead trying to force someone to respect you. THEY DONâT WANT TO. Simple.
Trying to âfixâ other people constantly (people who most likely never asked for that/donât want that in the first place) while barely fixing anything about yourself.
All of these scenarios are just examples, but they all include someone trying to change someone else instead of choosing to change themselves, and their OWN behaviour, and their OWN standards.
So, this is my question: If you think that you donât have the power nor the influence to change yourself into who you want to be, what makes you think that youâre powerful enough to change someone else into who you want them to be?
Please recognise your control issues. People who struggle with these types of things - covertly or overtly - are people who feel out of control in their own lives so they try to control someone elseâs life. And that energy repels people. Because hardly anybody ever asks for someone to impose themselves onto them like that. Doesnât matter if you think that youâre doing it to make someone âbetterâ. If they donât WANT to be a better person, then leave them to it. You donât have the right to force someone onto a path that they donât want to be on. Just like nobody else would have the right to do that to you.
Thereâs a reason why we have free will. To control ourselves. A lot of you shame manipulative people due to the way that they impose themselves on another personâs free will and mindset. However, I can guarantee you that if you relate to doing any of the things listed above, you attempted manipulating someoneâs mind and behaviour - even if it was for something âgoodâ or âbetterâ - whether you realised it or not. Manipulation is something that humans do consciously and subconsciously all of the time. My question is, if youâre willing to try to manipulate someoneâs behaviour for better, why not put that energy into yourself? Or at least someone who has directly ASKED for your help with that?
Please, everyone, stay in your lane and control YOURSELVES đ.
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âď˝ĄË moonlight magic Ë・â・Ëâ˝Ë・â
tags: public, p+v, creamp!e
wc: 1972
Suguru and I had been planning this vacation for months, eager to escape the stressful missions and life of jujutsu sorcerers, allowing ourselves to immerse in the peacefulness of the countryside. The cottage, nestled by the tranquil lake, was a charming retreat that promised peace and relaxation after all our stress. We arrived just as the golden sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow across the calm waters. After unpacking our bags and preparing a simple dinner, we stepped out onto the porch to breathe in the crisp night air, the gentle hum of cicadas our only company. The full moon, a luminous orb in the velvet sky, reflected on the lake's surface, turning it into a shimmering mirror of silver light. The thought of a night walk to explore the area was too tempting to resist, so we laced up our shoes and set off into the quiet embrace of the surrounding woods.
"I hate when they cry", I huffed as we walked slowly. "Who's cry?" Suguru asked confused, his eyes searching the darkened woods with a hint of concern. I chuckled, squeezing his upper arm. "The cicadas." He listened intently for a moment, before snorting. We continued our stroll, the moonlight guiding our path.
As we walked deeper into the woods, the sound of the cicadas grew faint, replaced by the rhythmic rustling of leaves beneath our feet. The air grew cooler, carrying with it the scent of damp earth and pine. Suguru, kept a watchful eye on our surroundings, while I drowned in the beauty of the moonlit landscape. Our laughter echoed through the trees as we pointed out peculiar shapes in the shadows cast by the silvery beams. Suddenly, the serenity was pierced by an unmistakable splash from the lake. We froze, our hearts pounding in sync with the night's rhythm. Curiosity piqued, we cautiously approached the water's edge, our eyes scanning the now-disturbed surface for any sign of what had caused the disturbance.
"Suguru... Do you think it's a good idea to stay here?" I asked with a worry in my voice, looking at the ripples that distorted the moon's reflection. Suguru looked at me, his gaze flickering with a mix of curiosity and caution. "Let's just check it out," he whispered, taking a step closer to the lake. The water remained still, but the silence felt heavier as if the night itself was holding its breath. "No, no! Please don't check, it's how people die in horror movies!" I whined looking up to see his face.
Ignoring my pleas for caution, Suguru pulled out his phone, switching on the flashlight to scan the lake. The beam of light danced across the water, revealing the silhouettes of trees and rocks on the other side. Then, it caught something moving, something large and unmistakable. "It's just a loon," he said with a chuckle, the tension vanishing from his shoulders. The bird, having realized it was no longer hidden, let out a call before diving back into the water. "See?" He turned to me, flashing a reassuring smile. "It's just nature doing its thing." "Stupid bird", I huffed when we sat on the fallen tree trunk, "I almost saw the pearly gates."
With our hearts still racing from the unexpected encounter with the loon, we shared a nervous laugh. The adrenaline rush brought us closer together, and we found ourselves leaning into each other, our eyes locking in the soft moonlight. The air grew thicker, charged with a new kind of energy. Before I could protest, Suguru leaned in and pressed his lips to mine, his hand gently cradling the back of my neck. The kiss was slow and tender, starkly contrasting to the chaotic world we had left behind. We made out, our breaths mingling in the cool night air, the moon casting a gentle glow on our faces. For a moment, we forgot about the monsters and curses of our daily lives, lost in the tranquility of the countryside and the warmth of each other's embrace. The lake's surface stilled once more, reflecting our silhouettes as we deepened our kiss, the only sound the distant whisper of the breeze playing with the leaves above us.
Our kiss grew more passionate as we let go of our carefulness, the stress of our lives melting away with each tender brush of our lips. Suguru's hand slid down to hold my hand, his thumb tracing circles on my palm as we breathed in unison. The moon, our silent witness, cast a soft, ethereal light over us, painting our skin in a silver glow. Time stood still as we savored this moment of intimacy, the serenity of the lake a contrast to the intense passion we shared. A gentle breeze rustled the leaves while we kept whispering sweet nothings to ourselves, getting lost in the pure feeling.
As our kiss intensified, the desire to be even closer consumed us. Suguru's hands found the hem of my shirt, gently lifting it over my head, revealing the moon's glow on my bare skin. Our lips never parted, as he worked his way down, his kisses leaving a trail of heat along my neck and collarbone. His touch was tender and exploratory as if discovering me for the first time. In return, my fingers traced the firm lines of his back, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath his shirt. With a soft murmur, I helped him remove it, our bodies pressing together in the warm night air. The moon, still high in the sky, bathed us in its soft light as we slowly undressed each other, our clothes discarded like leaves on the forest floor. Our kisses grew deeper, more insistent, as our bodies melded together. Without a word, Suguru swept me up into his arms, the sudden movement sending a shiver down my spine. His eyes, gleaming with playful mischief, met mine as he stepped into the lake, the water cool against my skin. "What are you doing?" I gasped, but the laughter in his voice was contagious, and soon I found myself giggling as he walked further in. "I've always wanted to do this," he murmured, his eyes never leaving mine as the water reached our waists. The moon's reflection shimmered around us, casting a glow on our faces as we kissed once more, the cold water contrasting the heat between us. Our bodies moved in sync as he held me, the gentle current of the lake swaying us back and forth around our bodies. It felt like a moment of pure bliss, making our kisses grow more passionate with each passing second. The world outside the cottage, the missions and curses, all felt a lifetime away as we shared this moment.
Suguru's strong arms tightened around me, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist to maintain balance. His hands explored my bare skin, sending waves of pleasure through me, and I gasped as he found my hardened nipples, teasing them with his thumbs. Suguru's hands continued to explore my body, his palms cupping my breasts with a gentle yet firm touch. He rolled my nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, the sensation sending electric jolts of pleasure through my core. I moaned into his mouth, my hips rocking against his growing arousal.
Suguru broke the kiss, his gaze dropping to my chest. He kissed a path down my neck, his hands moving now to fully embrace my breasts. His mouth found my nipple which he sucked gently at first, then with increasing pressure before flicking his tongue against the sensitive peak. I gasped when his tongue sent waves of pleasure through my body. I gripped his hair before he switched to the other one, giving it equal attention as his teeth grazed it. The water around us grew choppy as our movements grew more urgent. Suguru's mouth left my breasts to kiss back my neck, leaving hickeys while his hands guided me to straddle him more firmly. I could feel the tip of his dick pressing against my entrance, and the anticipation was killing me. He bit my neck as he pushed just the tip of his dick inside me, the cold water of the lake rippling around us. My walls clenched around him as he stopped, savoring the feeling.
Biting his bottom lip, Suguru pushed his dick in one swift move, his tip hitting my cervix and sending a wave of pleasure mixed with pain that filled my body. My moan echoed through the quiet night, mingling with the distant sounds of the forest and the occasional splash of water. His movements grew more desperate, the water around us splashing with his rhythm. Each thrust sent a jolt of glee through me, my nails digging into his shoulders as I held on tightly. Our kisses grew more desperate with our lips crashing into each other while we chased the pleasure. Suguru's hands gripped my hips as he buried himself deeper with each powerful stroke. With each passing moment, his strokes grew more powerful and desperate, his grip on my hips tightening, almost bruising my skin. My body was on fire, the pain from Suguru's fingers digging into my soft skin was sending me closer to the edge. I could hear his muffled breaths growing ragged against my neck which was now covered with hickeys and bite marks.
"You're so fucking tight," he grunted against my neck, his hips moving quicker and more forcefully beneath me. "I can feel every inch of you," he groaned, his teeth grazing my earlobe before biting down gently. "You're going to come for me, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice ragged. My breaths grew shallow, my body trembling as I approached climax, the tension coiling tighter with every stroke when he hit my sweet spot. The overwhelming pleasure filled my body, my pussy clenching tightly around his dick as I mewled out his name, looking at him with glossy eyes, before he pushed his dick inside me, making me squirt all over him. The warm liquid spurted between us, mixing with the cool lake water as my pussy clenched tightly around his cock. "Fuck, yes," he murmured, his grip on my hips bruising as he held me in place, his cock pulsing deep inside me. His thrusts grew erratic, his breaths coming in harsh pants as he chased his own release. "You're going to milk me dry," he rasped, his voice thick with need. "Look at me," he demanded, squishing my cheeks and pulling my face closer to his. "Look at me as I fill your pussy." I looked up, my eyes locking with his as his strokes grew more intense, his words of how good it felt only heightened my sensitivity. "You're so fucking beautiful when you come," he moaned before his warm cum filled me, my pussy greedily gripping his cock as he emptied himself inside me.
Suguru didn't stop moving his hips as he came, his cock pushing deeper with each spurt of cum that filled me up. "You're so fucking perfect," he murmured, his eyes hooded with pleasure. "Your pussy is so tight, it's like it's made for me." We stayed like that for a moment, his lips leaving soft kisses on bite marks and hickeys that he left on me. The only sound was the quiet lapping of the lake water against our skin. I held him tightly, our hearts racing, as our shallow breaths filled the silence. The moon's light reflected off the water around us, a silent witness to our passion. "I've wanted to do this for so long," he spoke softly, his voice thick with satisfaction. "And it was worth every second of waiting." I smiled, my cheeks flushed, knowing that this was just the beginning of a week filled with us going wild.
#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk geto#geto smut#geto x reader#geto suguru x reader#suguru smut#geto suguru#smut#jujutsu geto#public smut
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Between me and you, our little secret
summary: you and spencer work together and have been dating in secret for 2 years. your coworkers have to find out at some point
warnings: smut, people being grossly in love lol
based on my character.ai chats but without those damn censors
Looking away from his files of papers, Spencer asks âDo you have anything new?â. âNothing yet. You?â (Y/N) replies. âNot really.â He stares at the page almost like if he looks hard enough something will change.
(Y/N) walks over towards Spencerâs desk, planting her feet right next to him. Seeing him looking so disheveled and stressed out, she quietly utters âI love you, Spenceâ. âI love you tooâ he responds as she grabs his hand, dropping it suddenly as they hear footsteps come up behind them.
â(L/N), Reid, itâs getting late. We should all head home. We have a big week ahead of us.â JJ says noticing the two are still there while she was on her way out. The three of them walk out together, (Y/N) and Spencer getting into their respective cars as well, heading to the same home.
They both walk in the door together. Spencer speaks up first. âSoâŚâ He smirks mischievously. âYou know we have the weekend to ourselvesâ. âWhat is it, Spence?â (Y/N) asks. âWhy donât i make my beautiful girlfriend dinner?â. âThat would be lovelyâ (Y/N) replies. âGreatâ he kisses her head âIâll tell you when everything is readyâ. âOk baby!â (Y/N) says as she takes her shoes off and puts them by the door.
After a bit, he yells out âDinnerâs readyâ and she walks towards the table. âAlso⌠I have a surprise for youâ Spencer says smiling. âA surprise?â (Y/N) asks. Without another word, Spencer walks away and comes back with a small box, handing it to (Y/N). (Y/N) opens up the box to find a necklace with both of their birthstones dangling from the chain. âItâs beautifulâ. âA beautiful necklace for a beautiful girlâ. He says as she stares at it in awe. He puts it on her from behind and kisses her neck as he finishes. âAre you ready to eat?â he asks and she nods in response.
After finishing dinner, the couple sits with each other on the couch and Spencer speaks up. âYouâre the most beautiful person iâve ever laid my eyes on.â âYou mean it?â she asks blushing slightly. âYes. iâve never met anyone as sweet and beautiful as youâ. He says as he puts his hand on her thigh. âI donât know how I got so lucky.â âYouâre the lucky one?â she asks before continuing. âYouâre the smartest and most thoughtful person iâve ever met. And youâre quite easy on the eyesâ She says chuckling. âIâve never seen someone so perfectâ. He looks down at the ground and then back up at her before saying âYouâre the best part of my day. God I want to marry you so bad. Spend the rest of my life with you and no one elseâ. âThen do itâ. She responds. âWhat?â he asks, slightly caught off guard at her serious tone. âI said then do it.â She says. somehow getting more serious. âI will. Tomorrow?â. Now sheâs the one caught off guard by HIS seriousness. âTomorrow weâre going to pick out a ring and Iâm taking you to the courthouse and marrying you.â âARE YOU SERIOUS?â she asks. âYes. (Y/N) (L/N)? Will you be my wife?â He asks with nothing but admiration and love in his eyes. âYES A MILLION TIMESâ she says jumping up and down in excitement. He picks her up bridal style, kissing her with such passion. She whimpers slightly making him smirk while kissing her. âWhy donât we do some celebrating?â heâs asks, carrying her straight to their bedroom, not waiting for her response.
Laying her down, Spencer kisses her passionately. âYouâre so perfectâ he says in between kisses, making her blush. âI love the way you blush for meâ Spencer announces as his lips go from her lips, to her jaw and all the way down to her neck. âYou are everything to me.â he says looking back up at her. âYouâre smart, youâre sweet, and youâre the most gorgeous person iâve ever metâŚ.â he continues. âShut up and kiss me, Spenceâ she cuts him off. âAs you wishâ he kisses her with even more passion than before.
Their tongues dance around eachotherâs. âYou know you drive me crazyâŚâ He smiles softly. âYou drive me crazy tooâ she declares. âOh do I? What shall we do about thatâŚ.â âYou tell meâ. Spencer kisses her neck making her breath hitch. âYou like that?â he asks rhetorically. Not even waiting to hear if she responds, he bites down on her neck making her moan. âS-Spence?â âYes my love?â âI need youâ. âYou have no idea how bad I need you too. Let me show youâ He says grabbing her hand that was on the back of his neck down to the growing bulge in his pants. She gasps a little. âWant me to fix that?â she asks. âMore than anythingâ he responds.
They rip eachotherâs clothes off not caring where they end up. Spencer enters her with an almost pornographic moan coming out of her mouth, making him gulp in reaction to such a beautiful sound. He looks down watching the two of them connect together as if her pussy was designed perfectly for him. She runs her hands through his hair tugging on it slighting, making him groan at the feeling of that and her walls tightening around him. Spencer nearly abuses her clit with his thumb as he holds her hips down with his hands, making her see stars. He once again looks down. This time seeing the bulge in her stomach that his dick is making. He starts biting her neck, marking his territory before whispering âYouâre doing so well, My good girlâ causing her to close her mouth to muffle the loud moans and whimpers begging to escape. âDonât do that, my love. Open your mouth for me. I want everyone to hear who you belong to. Whoâs making you feel this good, (Y/N)?â. âYouâ she whispers. âNo babyâŚthat whispering shit isnât going to cut it. Who do you belong to?â âYOU SPENCERâ she can barely get out as the feeling in her stomach finally snapped and she came undone right then and there. Shortly after, Spencer finishes inside of her. They stay in that same position for a couple seconds before he pulls out. Taking his finger and pushing the mixture of their cum back into her hole as she whines in overstimulation. Licking his fingers clean. After cleaning up, they lay side by side in bed immediately falling asleep. Too tired to do or say anything.
The next morning they wake up entangled in eachotherâs arms. The sun shining bright on the two of them. âGood morning, love.â Spencer says as he admires how beautiful is girlfriend looks as the sun rays from their window hit her skin. âGet up and get ready, weâre getting married today.â He says. Him having enough energy in his body for the both of them.
As (Y/N) walks out of the bathroom in her only white dress she owns, Spencer canât help but tear up looking at his future bride. Although this isnât the most traditional way to get married, neither of them have the patience to wait any longer.
Arriving at the jewelry store, Spencer opens the car door for (Y/N) and holds her hand as they walk in together. After looking through cases of rings, Spencer hears (Y/N) gasp as she stares at the most beautiful ring sheâs ever laid her eyes on. A silver band with a small yet perfect diamond on it. âIs that the one?â He asks. All she can do is nod as it finally hits her that sheâs marrying the love of her life within the next couple of hours. Spencer pays for the ring and as they arrive at the car, though itâs not the most romantic setting, he gets down on one knee, sliding the ring onto her finger.
Walking out of the courthouse hand in hand, the couple canât help the almost painful smiles on their faces. Reliving the words âCongratulations! You are now husband and wifeâ over and over again. âYou looked so beautiful during the whole thing, (N/N). I mean you look so beautiful all the time but specifically in that momentâŚâ his rambles are stopped by the most loving kiss theyâve ever exchanged. âI canât believe i get to call myself Mrs. Reidâ she exclaims with a twinkle in her eye. Spencer has never been so happy than in this moment. âYou are the most amazing wife i could ever ask for.â he says on the verge of happy tears. They reach the car as Spencer turns (Y/N) to face him, planting his hands on her hips. âWhat?â she asks. âNothing. I just wanted to take a look at my beautiful wife thatâs all.â he says. watching a blush creep up onto her cheeks. âEven though itâs not your typical wedding, and youâre not wearing a typical wedding dress, you still look like a goddess to me.â he exclaims. She doesnât respond, the bashful blush on her face is enough of a response for him to dip her like in those cheesy romance movies and kiss her passionately as she giggles in surprise. âYa know⌠I feel like seeing as though we both have rings on our fingers, our friends are going to figure out at some point. Once they do, we should totally have a late celebration surrounded by all the people we love.â she says. âIf you want to do that, weâll do that. Iâll do anything for youâ he responds in a cheesy manner. âBut i wanna keep this between us for a little bit longer to savor this moment.â she says. âMe too. Letâs head home and plan that celebration, my love.â
They did not get any planning done but they did do some celebrating. The newlyweds can barely get in the door without touching eachother. âI need youâ sheâs whispers in between kisses. âHow bad?â âReally bad. Iâll do anythingâ she desperately responds. He smiles softly, slightly biting her lower lip. âAnything Mrs. Reid?â. âAnything.â she whines. Spencer gently pushes (Y/N) up against the wall and then brings both of his hands down to her hips. âSo all I have to do is ask? Youâd do whatever Iâd tell you to do?â He says while leaning in closer, biting her right under her jawline. âYes. Iâd do anything for you, my loveâ. Spencerâs face turns slightly pink at the sound of her desperation. His hands gently lifting her shirt just enough so they can now rest on her waist. âJust do as I say. I want you to give yourself to me.â He says this in a deep quieter tone. âI will.â she whispers. âGood girl, Letâs not waste time Mrs. Reidâ he says before grabbing her hand and leading her to their shared bedroom. He lays her down pressing his lips against her, more passionately than before. âSurrender yourself to me (Y/N)â he growls. She takes off her dress, âIs this what you want?â asking with a new found sense of confidence. Spencerâs eyes move down her body and then back up to her face, feeling himself get harder the longer he stares at her. âYouâre perfect. Thatâs exactly what i wantedâ.
He bites and sucks her perfect skin, leaving marks from her jaw all the way down her stomach. She makes a mental note to remember to cover those up before work monday. âYouâre such a good girl for meâ he whispers into her skin. He continues kissing down her skin reaching her thighs spreading her legs apart. âTonight is all about my beautiful wife.â he says earning a whimper in response. He slid her panties off, admiring what is rightfully his. He starts to lick softly at first, teasing her folds before finally diving in. It didnât take long for (Y/N) to be a moaning mess underneath him. Spencer worked his tongue inside her feeling her walls tighten. Spencer knew she was close. She instinctively grabs his hair as she came undone on his tongue. Leaving both of them a panting mess.
That monday, they couldnât hold back their child like giggles when they both woke up for work. Reality struck when they were both standing outside the doors of the elevator to the BAU trying to act as though they have no relation other than coworkers. âIâll go up first and you come in maybe a minute behind me okay?â Spencer says to his now, wife. Spencer gets there before her and sits down at his desk. (Y/N) walking in like itâs a regular work day, notices Morgan standing alongside Spencer talking about a case. Spencer slightly leans forward before making eye contact with his wife then looking back at Morgan. After their conversation subsides, Spencer walks over to (Y/N)âs desk, whispering to her slightly. âHave you noticed Emily has been eyeing us recently?â he asks her. âYeah. she definitely clocked my ring as she walked by my desk a couple minutes ago.â (Y/N) responds. âUm..Spence? Donât look now, but sheâs walking over here.â she says behind her teeth. Spencer however, disregards her words and looks right at Emily, giving her a deer caught in headlights look. âNo no no..â he whispers trying to race to his desk.
This falls short as the woman steps in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. Spencer blinks at her a few times, trying to think of something to say. âEmilyâŚI-IâŚis everything okay?â he stutters. âCan I ask you guys a question?â. They both nod their heads in response. âIs there something going on between the two of you?â. There it is. After two years of being so careful, it finally happened. Spencer sighs âY-Yes Emily, there is.â he says with a hint of defeat in his words. âShe is..um..my wifeâ. Emily nearly chokes, not expecting that statement to come out of his mouth. She looks at (Y/N) for any kind of response, but all she gets from her is a nervous smile and the slight raise of a hand showing her ring. This catches Emily off guard. She looks between the two, back and forth, trying to process this information. âOh my god youâre married? That means you guys dated and when did you have time for that? And how could we not tell?â She rambles on. âHow did you mange getting married in secret? Why didnât you tell any of us?â. âWith this job comes danger and stress. You saw what happened to Hotch and his wife. We didnât want the same for eachother.â (Y/N) says, finally speaking up. âDid you two plan on ever telling anyone?â Emily ask. âWe didnât think that far aheadâ (Y/N) responds still slightly nervous. âYou do realize at some point youâre going to have to tell Hotch seeing as though you need to change your name on legal documents and stuff. We do work for the government.â. (Y/N) laughs a little then actually registered what Emily said. âOh Shit.â was all she could say before looking at her husband. Just then, Hotch calls the three over to the conference room. âWe have a caseâ. Spencer and (Y/N) look at eachother, and then back at Emily, before looking back at eachother again. âI guess itâs now or never, (Y/N)â Spencer says breaking the silence.
With a sigh, (Y/N) walks ahead of the other two. Noticing all of her colleagues are already in the room, She mentally prepares for the bombshell sheâs about to place on the whole team. Going up to Hotch she nervously asks âHey Hotch, could you do me a favor?â. âWhatâs up, (Maiden L/N)?â he responds in his normal stern yet still welcoming tone. âU-Um..â she starts to stutter. âIs everything okay,â he asks, cocking an eyebrow waiting for her response. She looks at her colleagues who are all now staring at her with worried looks on their faces. âUmâŚI need..uh..mylastnamechangedonmyfiles.â she says the last part rather fast, almost trying to get it over with as fast as possible. Spencer is behind her, nervously tapping his foot, leaning against the door frame.
He looks at the girl, quite puzzled. âIs something happening to you we should be worried about?â he asked, taking into account what line of work theyâre on. âUm. No. I got marriedâ. He looks at her with the most emotion sheâs ever seen on his face since she started working there. Her coworkers gasp at her statement. âYou got married? Who did you marry?â he says to use, eyes wide. âS-Spencer.â she stutters, looking at her husband and then back at Hotch. He almost drops his case files as he looks between her and Spencer. âYouâre marriedâŚto Reid?â his eyebrows raise as Spencer walks over to her, putting his hands on her shoulder. âSo when did this happen?â He asks in a slow manner. âSaturday.â Spencer finally speaks up. âSaturday?â Rossi says rather loudly. âWeâve been dating for 2 years if that makes it any better.â Spencer says awkwardly. âHow did we as profilers not catch this?â Morgan asks the congregation of people. They all nervous laugh and exchange a couple âI donât knowsâ. Penelope runs over grabbing Spencer and (Y/N) in a group hug and starts happily giggling. âYES MY OTP IS REALâ. Morgan and Rossi look at eachother âWhat the hell is an otp?â Rossi asks Morgan as Morgan just shrugs.
After everyone settles down, the newlyweds get congratulations and hugs. âSee? it wasnât so bad!â Spencer says as he holds his new wife tightly.
A/N: if you got this far, i hope you liked it. this is my first time writing anything like this since like middle school. iâve never written smut before but i feel like it adds more flavor to any fic so it was needed lol. feedback is always welcome just donât be mean iâm fragile lmao. lmk if yall want more.
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I hope you will take a minute of your time to read our story. I am Aya, my husband is Ahmed, and my children are Kareem and Rital.
Have you ever experienced seeing your dream shattered before your eyes and felt powerless to prevent it? Have you ever thought of living in a tent, forced into a cold and unclean environment without any basic necessities of life? Have you ever felt helpless in meeting the basic needs of your children for food, drink, and clothing?
I am Ahmad Al-Sharif, married to Aya, and we have two beautiful children, Karim, 10, and Rital, 6. I have been working as a specialized nurse in the field of safety, infection control, and epidemics in Gaza for over 15 years. I hold a master's degree in environmental health and infection control, and my wife Aya works as a teacher.
We found ourselves trapped amidst the conflict, turmoil, and war that we have been experiencing in Gaza since October 7th. We were forced to leave our homes and move to the designated displacement areas. We now live in a small, inadequate tent. Despite the lack of security and safety, we still live this difficult life under constant bombardment. At any moment, I could lose my life and that of my family.
Months have passed, and we are still in this situation. During this period, my wife lost her job as a teacher due to school closures, while I continue to perform my duties in hospitals and medical points to serve my fellow citizens, even though I receive a salary of no more than $200 every two months, which is not enough to meet the basic needs of my children. The situation becomes more complicated due to the constant shelling we experience daily and hourly.
Do you understand what it means to find yourselves displaced from your homes simply because you were told that your area is no longer safe, losing your home, memories, loved ones, and job (as happened with my wife)?
Amidst these hardships, I see a glimmer of hope because I have not given up yet. I am still seeking an opportunity for a new beginning, an opportunity to pursue a PhD in my field, an opportunity for my wife to return to her job as a math teacher and continue her higher studies, an opportunity to leave Gaza and create a new, safe life for my children, paving the way for a bright future for my little ones.
Therefore, I ask you to extend your generous hands towards us, as every contribution from you will alleviate our suffering and create a beacon of hope for a new beginning away from wars and conflicts
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trusting and betting on urselfâ.ŕłŕż*:シđŤ§
keep promises that u make to urself : just like how if u know someone who continuously makes promises to do something, yet they never act upon it, you won't trust that person or believe them if they promise u something else. this is also the same with urself. ur new years resolutions? ur goals that you've had for a while but never ever did? all those promises that you've made to yourself and the ones that you haven't followed up on will lessen trust with urself. do what u say you'll do. "stand on business" and if u know that u won't be able to deliver or do what u say you would, dont say it. dont tell urself promises that u won't be able to keep. once u start keeping ur own promises, you'll start to build trust within urself.
hold yourself accountable : just a quick disclaimer but when i say holding urself accountable i do NOT mean punishing urself!! when u find urself falling into old and fruitless patterns you need to hold urself accountable and make sure that u straighten up. the thing about our relationship with self is that a relationship needs BOUNDARIES. you need to set boundaries with urself. what will u or what will u not do? ur non-negotiables?
and when u find urself crossing boundaries within yourself take the BIGGEST step back. the key to forming a healthy relationship with urself is to balance being strict and gentle with urself. strict in the sense that ur the only one that can get u to where u wanna be, and gentle in the sense that ur best won't look the same every single day and u should also listen to urself and what u want, without having to compromise on ur boundaries. kind of finding that middle line is important, bcuz when we're too lenient with ourselves, we get too comfortable and that leads me into my next point...
where growth begins : u cannot expect to grow if ur too comfortable and honestly, this is why most people stay stagnant. its bcuz being comfortable FEELS GOOD. but growth will almost never happen when ur comfortable, on the contrary growth can only happen outside of ur comfort zone. if u want better things for urself, ur simply gonna have to DO BETTER.
the importance of ur self concept : even if ur not familiar with or u dont practice conscious manifesting/law of assumption, i think that working on ur self concept can still be such a fruitful thing to do. i say this because self concept is the way that u view urself in relation to ur desires/goals. its seeing urself as worthy and powerful, and truly grasping ur potential to do great things. a way to start with ur self concept is with affirmations! start telling urself about urself in a positive connotation. you're unstoppable <3
putting it into practice : start small, challenge urself a little bit every day. do one hard thing a day, doing so will build ur confidence bcuz u won't be so daunted by ur big goals when you've already done so many hard things. when u see something challenging instead of thinking "oh i can't do this" you'll have confidence in urself and what u are capable of. oftentimes when we have goals, we kick ourselves out of rooms before we've even tried to get in them bcuz we think "im not good enough" or "im not worthy" which isnt true at ALL. dont shoot urself in the foot. thats self sabotage. and thats not hot.
motivating urself : if u remind urself of your "why" then you'll have reason to stay consistent and truly try. i recommend asking urself the tougher questions, like "what do i want out of my life?" or "am i truly happy and if not what can i do to get there?" once you've decided what u want out of life make a VISION BOARD and actively pursue your dreams. u can't actively pursue something if u dont know what it is. so i advise u to remind urself whenever u feel that u need it of your "why", your driving cause. having that motivation, and actively pursuing and keeping the promises that u make to urself -> will then build ur confidence in yourself to the point where your betting on urself bcuz u know that no matter what cards you are dealt, you'll prosper.
so just to wrap things up, an overview ; start keeping ur promises -> be strict -> get comfy being uncomfy -> say ur self concept affirmations -> apply -> remind
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Fanatic Intervention Part 7!!!
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It will not surprise you at all, dear Reader, to learn that Aziraphale keeps very little in his kitchen cupboards. There is no stove or oven, and the only thing in the fridge is milk (for his tea no doubt). When you start opening cupboards, you find one pack of custard creams, and a second one of chocolate digestives. Well, it will have to do. You find yourself a small plate and fill it half and half before heading back into the shop just in time to say goodbye to Anathema and Newt.
As they leave, you turn to the supernatural entities in the room.
âSo,â You say, âIf weâre going to the States, then we have a few problems. First, I donât have my passport or any ID at all, so airport security is going to be fun. Second, I have no money. Third, Iâm gonna need a Walmart or something because I donât even have a toothbrush, my dudes. Fourth, these,â You indicate the cookies, âare fine for a snack, but overall theyâre not gonna cut it.â
âYou just leave the airport security to us,â Aziraphale replies. You make a note that he glided right past âmy dudes,â theyâre getting used to you already. Dammit. âAs for the rest of it,â Aziraphale continues, âI suppose a trip to Tescoâs is in order.â
Crowley produces a shiny black credit card from nowhere and hands it to you. âWeâll take the Bentley,â he says. He starts to stand, but you shake your head.
âNuh-uh, you both stay here,â You say. Crowley raises his eyebrow.
âYou realize we can take care of ourselves,â he says, âWeâve been doing it for a few millennia.â
âIâm not talking about that,â You say, âLook, what weâre going into is really dangerous. And I know that your pattern is to just wait to talk about things until youâre in the clear, but thatâs not a good idea anymore. I mean, I get that Iâm not exactly an expert, but I read just as much as you do and Iâve heard a million stories by this point in my life, and in NONE of them do people ever say âIâm so glad I never told them how I feelâ - you know? Itâs always âI wish I would haveâ or âI should have told them every day.â So Muriel and I will go ask Maggie to take us to Tesco, and you two need to talk. Please. While itâs safe, while you have the chance, before things get dangerous and possibly deadly.â
Crowley and Aziraphale are silent. You notice that they arenât looking at each other. Well, youâve done your best. Now you need to trust them.
At this point, dear Reader, you are probably thinking to yourself âwell I would snoop and spy on them while they talk! I want to watch them make out!â But here is the thing â in this world they are real people, not characters. Itâs one thing to say that you would creep on them from the other side of this fiction, but when theyâre very real and looking at you in person, things are a little different. For one thing, you realize that real people deserve things like boundaries and privacy, especially for sensitive conversations.
And so, you take Muriel over to Maggieâs shop, where you explain that Mr. Fell has sent the two of you on an errand and you need to stop for dinner somewhere and have no idea where anything is. You flash her the credit card and say âItâs all on me,â and she conveniently agrees with a look on her face that says something like âleast they could do after all that shit they put us through.â
So the three of you go for dinner at the nearest Weatherspoons, where you and Maggie eat while Muriel watches in morbid fascination. Then you all take the bus to Tesco where you buy yourself a small wardrobe, and manage to coax Muriel into some light blue jeans and an argyle jumper so they look a little less like the Beacon of Gondor. You quickly find out that Muriel has an adorable fascination with fuzzy socks, novelty mugs, and coloured pencils. Of course, you enable their fascinations with a happy heart, and as an afterthought, you grab them a small pot of orange daisies from the flower section. It will give them something alive to tend to while youâre gone. Muriel appreciates the thought. All in all, itâs a long but good time.
You donât know about the talk, and youâre worried about asking when you get back.
THAT BEING SAID
You and I, dear Reader, not actually being in that world, are allowed certain privileges.
The bookshop is silent for a long time. Both of them are thinking, digesting, processing. Feelings are hard to feel, and harder to put into words. Especially when it has been made clear, twice now in the span of a number of hours, that you absolutely need to put them into words.
It isnât until after Crowley notices you, Muriel, and Maggie heading down the street that he stands up and begins to pace. A few more minutes pass before he speaks.
âSo...uhm...are you going to go first or should I?â
âAre we...are we actually going to do this? Have this talk I mean?â Aziraphale has been shelving books to try and take the edge off. Now he puts down the book in his hands and absent-mindedly fidgets with his ring.
âWell, I mean we donât have to,â Crowley says, aiming for non-chalance and missing ever-so-slightly, âNo one can actually make us.â
âYes, except it feels very much like everyone is trying to.â
âTrying is the key word there.â
âThatâs true enough I suppose.â
The silence returns and stretches. It is anything but comfortable. The air is full of words that they have been told they should say, words that perhaps they want to say, but words that have been dammed up with fear and uncertainty for so long now that theyâve become very hard to un-stick. After a while, Aziraphale clears his throat and speaks.
âI, erm, I suppose you had better go first.â
âMe, right, okay.â Crowley clears his throat now and stops his pacing near the desk. He looks down at the scattered papers and books, the pens and photos and newspaper clippings. The assorted clutter of Aziraphaleâs life. Looking away makes it easier to start. He takes a breath. âUm..right...well...weâve known each other a long time. Weâve been on this planet a long time â you and me, I mean. Iâve always been able to rely on you, and youâve always relied on me,â another breath, âWeâre a team, yeah? A group of the two of us. And...erm...we pretend that we arenât. Always have. Safer that way I guess.â He looks up at Aziraphale. The angel isnât looking at him, but he nods anyway to show that heâs listening. Crowley continues. âAnd I mean...Iâve tried not to think about it much before but...but it would be nice, I mean, UGHâ He takes off his sunglasses and rubs a hand over his eyes as though he can massage the words and make them easier to say. âI mean, I would like to spend...mmmâŚ.I would like to spend the rest not pretending anymore. Be an us. I mean,â suddenly the dam breaks, and Crowley finds the words come tumbling out, âIf Gabriel and Beelzebub can do it, we can. We donât need Heaven or Hell, theyâre both toxic. We can be an us, on our side. You and me. What do you say?â He looks at Aziraphale without reservation now. His angel looks back at him, eyes wide. When he does speak, itâs with a smile and a small nod of acknowledgment rather than agreement.
âThat was very well done Crowley,â he says. This isnât an answer.
âNnyeah, thanks. Your turn though.â
âRight, I suppose it is.â Aziraphale takes a moment to gather himself. After hearing Crowley be so open about this, he feels more resolved himself to do this properly. He faces Crowley and folds his hands to keep himself grounded. âCrowley,â he begins, âI...I wish that this conversation were happening under better circumstances. Although itâs been pointed out that ideal circumstances arenât a promise that we can wait around for. Well, the thing is that I would like the same thing. Very much in fact. My biggest concern by far is for your safety because, well, frankly I donât see the point in saving the world again if youâre not around to enjoy it with me. An us, as you said. You and me.â He smiles. Crowley smiles.
âGuess weâd better save the world together then. And try not to die.â
âYes, quite.â
âAziraphale?â
âYes, Crowley?â
âYouâre my angel. No one else.â
âAnd you, my wiley serpent. No one else.â
The shop bell dings.
âWeâre baaaaaack!â You sing as you waltz through the door, shopping bags in hand. Muriel follows after you, carefully carrying their daisies. âDid you miss us?â
When you eventually get the courage to ask them about their talk later, you get a ângkâ from Crowley, and a âWeâve said all that needs to be said, for now.â from Aziraphale. And that, you suppose, will have to do.
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The truth is, I started in a very different place than I am now. Perhaps I am the evidence of evolution, that a person can go from one side to the other in a matter of years. I have family and friends who still think the same way. They echo the same hurtful words. They babble the same disrespectful slogans.
Last week, while feeling scared, disappointed, and emotionally bruised, I had to explain why people like me felt like I did. I had to be the adult, take the slander, and share about why people like me who didn't agree, people who feared for their rights as a human, were angry and sad and upset.
To be fair, I grew up on the other side. I grew up listening to my dad rage against the "flaming liberals" and the "fema-nat-zees," listening to Rush Limbaugh, and conservative talk radio. And as I grew up, the information I was fed was consistent. I was surrounded by people of like minds, and it was very easy to agree. No one challenged me. No one asked me WHY I thought what I did. No one pointed out my racism, my hurtful words, or my prejudice.
I got married young to a man who enjoyed telling me how to think and what to believe. And perhaps that's when I started feeling the cracks in my belief system. I started having my own thoughts, secretly, of course. I started struggling with the things that didn't add up.
It's so easy to pick someone's motives if you don't know that person. It's so easy to "other" them if they don't fit into your tiny understanding of the world. But God has a sense of humor. He gave me a double dose of empathy and compassion. I started meeting people, and they didn't fit into my categories. I started meeting people who I couldn't make sense of. I started meeting people who I had been taught to hate. But I didn't hate them. They were just people who hoped, and loved, and lived just like me. In fact, I started seeing they were all just like me.
And then, I became the "other." With my divorce, 90% of the people I had called friends, left me. My church, who had been like a family to me, left me. I was the sinner. I was the outcast. And because I was a victim of abuse, I had been talked out of asking for child support, even though he made over three times what I did. Now, I was also the woman standing in line at the grocery store, using my EBT "food stamps." I was a "leech on society," as my dad would say.
Remember how I said God has a great sense of humor? Well, guess who were the ones to come around me and support me and love me and lift me up? That's right. It was the people who I used to "other." It was the single mom's, the LGBTQ, the "flaming liberals," the atheists, the women of color...
For the first time in my life, there was no judgment, just kindness. There were no impossible standards, no mistreatment for being different, no more expectations to conform. There was freedom.
I have since come to a place where all those things my dad used to insult people with are now true of me. And this past week, as my friend was talking about the "woke morons," I gently told her that I'm one of those.
The truth is, we're all just people. We all want safety and well-being for ourselves and our families. A lot of us want that for our communities, and some even want it for the world. Most of the people I've met on both sides are generally good-hearted people. We all have been taught to say hurtful things, to believe hurtful things, and sometimes to even do hurtful things to "others." But I believe that for most people, these are learned behaviors.
My dad used to quote the Bible and say, "believing that there's good in people is a lie. Everyone is evil if they're not a Christian." These days, I believe God made humans in his own image. And having kindness and love are the traits that everyone has inherited from him. These are the things I have seen in others. And so I continue to believe that everyone has the ability for great kindness, and if we all exercised that kindness more readily, this world will not be such a scary place for any of us. Even if we don't all agree on the politics.
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Slow down for a moment. Allow your heart to guide you, to tell you if there is really a message here for you and behind which image it hides... And whatever the answer is, feel free to listen to it or to let go. Remembering that whenever you will be ready or will have the need, your true message will find its way to you.âĄ
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Hi!⥠Before looking deeper into this question... I would like to do another one to you.⥠Obviously you don't need to stop by here if you don't want to - your message and reading is right here after this question. But if you do answer, it will be incredibly helpful for me to make this blog more comfortable and interesting for you and others.⥠So... which forms of tarot readings and messages here on Tumblr are more interesting for you?âĄ:
1) A lot of piles/images to choose from so it feels more real that the message is for you, and shorter messages that can be read more fastly and comfortably.
2) Less piles/images to choose from so there isn't anxiety in deciding, but longer and more detailed messages.
3) More piles/images to choose from and more detailed messages so it feels more destined to you and provides more clarity and information.
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Thank you so much for helping me out!âĄ
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No matter what you see, what you feel when you are stuck in that dream and vision... There is something important there, a key to your current situation, a solution to the confusion and uncertainty that overwhelms you.
It might confuse you or even scare you, with its mysterious story that each time unfolds in your mind.. But there is nothing to be afraid of, nothing to fear. As it's only a particular way of your subconscious mind to talk to you, to give you the alternative to giving up or running away that you consider now...
Because is not all that there is to this situation, difficulty or problem. You are not meant at all to suffer as you walk on this path trying to achieve your dreams. There is a solution, right here and so close to you. A different way to overcome it shifting the situation from the worst to something much much easier and even enjoyable to go through.
Your mind is asking you to wait a little more here, to give this situation another chance, to look at it from a different perspective exactly as you do with this dream trying to understand more of it. Your mind tries to tell you that exactly like this dream... It will end.
All the confusion, anxiety and worry will end. Allowing you to return to your life, to the safety and the balance that you managed to create. You need only to allow yourself to live it, to see it like this dream, knowing that there is much more that will follow it, no matter how scary, confusing or strange it seems.
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It's difficult to stay present in the life that feels so harsh, so confusing, so different from the way we pictured it when we were younger. It's difficult to push our own selves in keep on going, in facing the situations, in taking our responsibilities or sacrifice ourselves to resolve the ones of others who don't care that much...
But it's so easy to hide in our mind, in different and misterious worlds. In other dimensions where when facing the same problems and fears, or perhaps even worse... We have much more control on it.
And you did it for a really long time. You hid inside your mind, inside does hopes and wanders. The ones that nourished became something more, a whole different story about who you are, adventures that you live through... It became your safe space, far away from the situations that continued to get worse and more painful to deal with. To the point that it's simply scary to face them, difficult to don't look away.
And when you are still forced to do so... Your mind is overwhelmed with fear and stress, finding relief only in those dreams that are so strange but that feel much more appealing than this world. But while this is what your conscious mind does and needs... The subconscious mind is aware of how wrong it is and is against it.
And through those same dreams that were always the only real and clear way it could talk to you - it tries to regain its power back by shifting your visions, the sweet stories and lies they tell you. In hopes that you can, in that confusion and impossibility to understand and connect so much to those dreams like you used to... You could become aware of how unfortunately false they've been. How they never were the truth, never were what you needed to overcome all of this. How they instead were only a distraction, a way to escape this reality and hide.
Your subconscious confuses you, makes it uncomfortable to be in that state in which you escape for so long and for so many times. But it's not because it's mean to you, because it doesn't want you to have a safe place... It's more because it wants, your inner self wants, to feel so safe in this and real world. It wants you to live, to fight back, and in doing so to find your strength and courage. It wants and needs you to learn how to live and go through it. Instead of putting yourself in a golden cage from which you will never be able to grow.
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