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i don't even care i think it's important that autistic people are able to also communicate nuance and ambiguity. "hey to be clear, i am saying something that i DON'T want you to fully be able to understand because i am withholding information for my own sake and purposes. i want you to understand that so you know your confusion is an intended effect of my statement." hate /hj all you want but me and her are best friends and braid each others hair
/hj is the funniest earnest tonetag in the world even without the handjob joke because it's ostensibly meant to clarify tone for autistic people, but the tone it's clarifying is "unreadable level of ambiguous seriousness that requires social context beyond what text can convey /glhffgt"
#and yeah i do use it to hide what i really mean#to avoid scrutiny#its basically like a “im going to say something that might too cruel#and i dont know you well enough to know if you would engage with me on it#or find it unsavory#so i will test the waters to see your reaction#and either play it off as a joke if you dont seem interested or against what im saying#or delve into it further if you do seem to agree#maybe thats “not okay” or cowardly or something#but i think autistic people are owed ambiguity and implication#i dont like being literal and honest all the time#ESPECIALLY because it usually gets me into trouble#when i honestly say how i feel or what i think i often get rejected or judged or even morally scrutinzed#by other autistic people as well#so hj is safe cover. its a way to protect yourself#and socially gauge others before you misread or misunderstand something and say the wrong thing#idk#maybe its not that deep actually lol#txtblog
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IF U WANT MY BABY—U KNOW IMMA DRIVE U MAD.ᐟ
꒰ა NANAMI KENTO X BIMBO!READER ໒꒱
꒰ა summary ໒꒱ : is it really baby-trapping if you both want a baby?
꒰ა cw ໒꒱ : heavy manipulation, heavy smut, edging, begging, breeding, baby trapping, slightly yandere Nanami, drugging kinda lol, cock drunk, pussy drunk, bunny/bimbo reader. ꒰ა a/n ໒꒱ : been getting alot of asks here and ao3 about p3 of the nursery. with everything going on, i dont have the focus to write it cause the next part is gonna be gaggy and theres alot of loose ends to be tied. but i've been thinking about baby trapping too much lately, actually non-stop and since i can't write toji baby trapping, nanami is the next best thing! ꒰ა wc ໒꒱ : 3073
Baby-trapping Nanami...so you don't care when he can't find the condoms that are usually in the bedside table—especially when your body is currently vibrating with the aftershocks of his skillful tongue from what seems like hours of tortuous foreplay.
Yet, ever the gentlemen, Nanami pauses, asking if you want him to stop and see if he left them downstairs.
Instantly, tears well in your eyes and you're sputtering, groping the air at him with grabby hands.
"J-Just forget 'em— n-need you b-bad K-Ken!”
Maybe a little too eagerly, you manage to sit up, hands reaching for the firm flesh of Nanami’s muscular hips—too broad to fully grasp in your small palms. Your sweat-slick fingers nearly slip off his skin as you weakly tug him closer, guiding him toward you with a soft, breathless urgency.
Fuck. The. Condoms.
To be honest, they weren't in the drawer anyway.
And you know that.
You know that because you're the one who tossed them outside earlier—into your neighbors trash bin two doors down of all places too, for good measure.
A fleeting thought occurs in this moment though, that you might have caused irreconcilable problems if either the husband or wife of the couple found them and accused the other of cheating.
But again, the thought truly is fleeting as holding a single thought is much too difficult when Nanami is tentatively dipping his swollen cockhead in and out of your pussy. Gathering up the syrupy nectar already flowing from your cunny, his thick bulbous tip swipes back up through your folds to forcefully push into your clit.
"H-Hurry n'put it in raw, K-Ken!"
Because that's exactly what you wanted.
TAP!
TAP!
TAP!
Yet the only answer you receive is the wet squelching slaps of Nanami continuously bullying your soaked puffy bud with his length. Each sharp, soggy tap making a random limb of yours twitch in pleasure, you stomach knots up in anticipation as you wither underneath the shadow of his hulking form over you.
Simply put: You're a mess.
Already teetering on the edge, your body thrums with need. You whimper, hips wiggling upward in a silent plea, hoping his slick, precum-slicked cock—already glistening with your juices—might catch on your fluttering entrance and slip inside. But to your dismay, one of his massive hands—easily strong enough to pin you down—holds you firmly in place, denying you even that.
"Aht-Aht... That's a bit reckless... don't you think, my sweet doll?"
The way your face immediately crumbs into a petulant pout causes rich, dark chuckles to spill from Nanami's lips which only deepens your dismay.
Fuck!
Your plan was to get him too turned on, too eager to sink into your open, wet, and willing hole that he wouldn't be the perfect-cautious-selfless boyfriend and just raw you. However, your plan spectacularly backfired—because now he’s just aching to take his time and ruin you thoroughly instead.
The sheets dampened dark with your arousal is proof enough. Instead, you're the one on your back, too wound up from his probing fingers causing your slick to overflow and pool on your thighs countless times already tonight.
You’re so lost in the pleasure-drenched stupor clouding your senses that you completely miss the sly glint buried beneath the stormy lust in Nanami’s eyes.
Nanami is well aware you are so desperate for his hard pulsing cock inside of you that protection is the furthest thing from your mind, even if he hadn't gotten you so spectacularly fucked out on foreplay alone.
Frankly, Nanami had known since last week that his deceitful, slutty little princess was trying to get pregnant. To his surprise, you’d been attempting it all on your own—sneaking extra prenatal vitamins behind his back like a brat.
Keyword: Extra.
Nanami who is also baby-trapping you...because he'd already been slipping you a daily dose of prenatals in your morning smoothie he makes you before you'd run out the door for work.
You hate breakfast so early in the morning, so Nanami makes you an extra caloric nutrient-dense smoothie in order to prepare your body for the baby. Breakfast, of course, is the most important meal of the day and what kind of responsible family figurehead would he be if he let you skip it?
However what frustrates Nanami is he'd truly have no idea how desperate you aref or his kids if he hadn't taken it upon himself to peek inside your weekly pill dispenser to make sure none of the vitamins you were already taking were harmful to pregnancy.
To Nanami's utter shock, you'd actually wanted his children.
You were sly, he'd give you that.
You never outright bought a prenatal vitamin.
But you had enough of the various individual supplements inside of one. Of course, it would simply look like you were just overly health-conscious to anyone who hadn't done extensive research on the nutrients and hormones needed to succeed in getting pregnant—which of course Nanami had done, going to the best pharmacist in the area for a special compound blend.
Nothing but the best for the future mother of his children.
Nevertheless, Nanami still relishes in this moment.
Drawing out agonizing cries from you with just his cock prodding in and out your twitching cunt that's desperate to be plugged and filled. Your fluttering muscles grip him eagerly, just short of being able to suck him in, thrills him just as your needy whimpers do.
"But K-Kennnnnn!"
"Shhh, now quiet, my love... you'll know I'll satisfy you even if its not with my cock."
Nanami's threats are empty of course, but you didn't know that.
You needed a taste of your own medicine.
Did you even know what you put him through?
This was your punishment.
How could you know badly he wanted to openly breed you?
How much he'd been fiending to throw you in to a mating press and repeatedly fuck his seed into you?
Nanami had always gritted his teeth to keep from growling the filth he truly wanted to say when your silky cunny gripped his cock just right, milking him like it was made for it. He wasn’t getting any younger—and the thought of how much seed he’d wasted in condoms over the last year gnawed at him. All that cum, when he could’ve been spilling it straight into your fertile little womb where it belonged.
But most importantly—did you know how much he'd beaten himself up for wanting to do it?
Nanami had debated for sometime now on broaching the subject of kids with you, but he couldn't be selfish when you are so excited for your new and already thriving career.
He was the older one.
The one whom by other's opinions probably should have already had a few kids running around by now.
Yet he'd never even wanted them—until he found you.
Nanami only wanted kids with you and he wanted them now.
He couldn't wait.
Now when his proverbial clock was so ticking loudly in his ears and the only therapy he needed to cease his fears of mortality was to fill your womb with his children. Now all Nanami can envision is how beautiful you would look, belly full, glowing even brighter than you do now—hot and needy under him.
Nanami's thoughts, which used to be filled with boardroom meetings and hedge funds, now race with how exactly to child-proof the 4 extra bedrooms in his home. For sometime now he's been building intricate plans on how to convert them into various children's rooms and a nursery.
He's been longing to do it together with you though, just itching to consult you on the wallpaper color schemes and wood types for the crib.
Sure he's being selfish.
But Nanami could provide—and isn't that what really mattered?
Nanami had already amassed a fortune from a very long and fruitful business. He'd gladly be a stay at home dad so you could resume your career, with zero pressures as to finances, as soon as you were on your feet again.
And you would be too, eventually—once you gave him at least 3 or 4 children to keep him young and on his toes while you were busy being a powerful career woman.
Yet now that Nanami knew his naughty bunny was purposefully trying to get knocked up—poking holes in the condoms for an accidental pregnancy simply wasn't doing enough anymore.
Not when his devious baby girl was already trying so hard to have his.
"Puhleaseeee K-Kento!"
Snapping him from his deranged daze, your smaller hand wraps around his wrist, sliding up his arm to scrape your kitten nails along his biceps. Nanami looks down at the well of tears now overflowing from your flushed cheeks. Your lip quivers as you're still begging, moaning pleas all the while for him to give you his cock. The very cock that is now drenched, dripping with your juices and his pre just from just a bit of mindless rubbing.
You're so close to falling to complete and utter pieces—and truly, that's Nanami's ultimate goal—to break you.
Nanami wants to push you beyond your limits until you're frantically confessing how much you wanted him to impregnate you all this time. Nanami could then keep you on your back, legs spread wide—forcibly chain to the bed, if necessary—until you were with his child.
Tease you until you begged him to dump inside of you over and over, however many times was needed, until his seed finally took.
You must think it's all your idea first after all.
It's the only way Nanami would be able to live with himself for wanting to trap you in the first place.
With not much warning besides a gruff grunt, Nanami swiftly thrusts forward—plunging his cock inside your suffocatingly slick warmth until he is hitting deep into the back of your cunt, fat tip squishing up against your cervix.
The very womb where his child would soon be growing.
You gasp out a breathless cry, the wind knocked from your lungs as your back arches off the bed, eyes rolling into your skull. Your legs coil around him tightly, clinging to him like you’re terrified he might pull away—still lost in that ecstasy-drunk haze that believes he might have second thoughts and pull out.
But little do you know Nanami can feel it—how your slick is thicker, richer, syrupy with ovulation. Your needy cunt practically melts around his cock, already creaming so much that it dribbles down his base to pool at his balls.
Clear signs that your body is ready to be bred.
The extra viscous drippings are stickier against both of your perspiring bodies that are slamming together at increasing frenzy as Nanami picks up speed.
He's usually one to talk you through it, gently build a pace so your body can adjust, but the feel of your ultra sensitive, quivering pussy along with the dense smell of sweet hormones in the air is driving Nanami into a wild frenzy.
You whine at the loss of body heat when Nanami pulls back slightly, but he has a primal need to see you impregnated in real time. The way your sweet pussy splits open so well on his girth, welcoming him and sucking him in deeper has Nanami groaning out nonsensical praises for you and your tight-soon-to-be-a-mommy pussy.
Nanami's big hands travel up your curves to press down on your belly causing you to keen sharply in pleasure. If you could pry your eyes from the back of your head, or register any other feeling than his massive length drilling into you—you may have noticed the way Nanami's hands are practically worshiping the flesh over your womb.
Cupping it, molding it and rubbing the soft chub of your stomach with his thumbs, watching your cute lil’ belly button dip and contract as he feels his own length through the walls of muscles plunging into you even deeper.
The room feels like a sauna now as hot sweat drips from Nanami's face onto yours and he's biting his lip in order to keep from drooling onto you and losing complete control.
The unintentional consequence of it all is that he’s riled himself up beyond reason—his grip on control slipping fast. He meant to fuck you into submission, but the moment he sheathed his cock in your fertile, gooey heat, he lost—completely pussy drunk.
So utterly obsessed with the way your body is already changing, softening, ripening to carry a child, he hasn’t even fucked a confession out of you yet and he just might cum any second now.
Yet Nanami can't stop to edge you now even if he wanted, it would be far more impossible for him—not when your womb is so ripe, so warm and fertile—is just begging to be impregnated.
You can feel Nanami's thick cock pulsing hard against your walls as he grinds deeper against your cervix, his hands finally leaving your stomach to grip your ass, angling your hips up off the bed in the most perfect way to directly shoot his seed into you.
Willing your eyes open, you catch a glimpse of just how pussy drunk Nanami is at the moment. Head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and using your pussy like a personal fleshlight. Squeezing down on him tighter you feel the blunt edges of his nails dig deeper into your ass cheeks.
Did your plan work after all?
He certainly didn't look like a man ready to pull out right now.
Wanting to seal the deal, you bite your lip, timing your finisher for the exact moment your orgasm crests—when your pussy clenches down around him, vice-tight and trembling with need.
Your hands hover instinctively over your womb, drawing his gaze as your squeaky moans grow needier, slurred with pleasure.
“S’ohhh g-good K-Kennn!”
One hand leaves the soaked bedsheets to trace a shaky finger down your sweat-slicked belly, circling right over where you want it most—right over your womb.
“C-Cum in me… right here D-Daddy, kay?”
And yeah. That did it.
Nanami growls as he cums hard—buckets spilling deep inside you, cock twitching violently with each pulse of white-hot fluids painting your walls and filling your belly.
You’d never called him Daddy before now.
Nanami suspected it sat on the tip of your tongue, but you’d always held back—too shy, too coy. Not anymore. Now, you’re debased, ruined, fucked down to your rawest instincts of procreation.
It’s not the full confession Nanami craved, but it’s close enough—for now.
Your own release detonates in pulsing waves from the pleasure of feeling him cum inside. Electric sparks shatter through you as stars bloom behind your eyelids. Heavily panting, your body is utterly spent beneath Nanami, still gushing around his cock—grasping his length so tight you nearly push him back out.
Yet Nanami’s cock still nestled deep in your swollen, oversensitive pussy that is greedy for more, spasming and milking every drop of his load, your womb refusing to let a drop go to waste. You’re so deliriously happy at the thought of being pregnant from this—so absolutely cock-drunk—that if you could catch your breath, you’d giggle.
Nanami watches you struggle to even move, your chest rising and falling in uneven pants, and fuck, he feels it again—that deep, gut-level need to keep you here, keep you stuffed, keep you full. He already knows one load isn’t enough, not when you’re still squeezing around him, like your pussy doesn’t want to let him go either.
Yet relcutantly Nanami presses a kiss to your damp forehead before pulling out with a wet, obscene squelch, groaning as his cum leaks out of your twitching hole, pooling between your folds like it belongs there. He admires it for a moment, pushing a little back in before going to the adjoining bathroom to get a warm cloth to wipe you down.
When Nanami returns, you whimper at the sensation of the terry cloth brushing over your still-hypersensitive skin. Nanami wipes you down gently, though a knowing smirk tugs at his lips when you squirm and swat his hand away the moment he dares to touch between your legs.
“No, m’too sensitive…”
You pout, squirming away from the damp cloth.
In truth, it’s not just the sensitivity—you just don’t want him wiping away any precious lil swimmers that might still be making their way to your womb.
“Just my legs and tummy are fine, Daddy…”
Nanami suppresses a smirk, already knowing why.
“No problem, my love.”
Humming softly, Nanami kisses your ankle as he finishes and folds the washcloth away.
You smile a sweet sheepish smile at him.
“Oh and um, m’kinda hungry too…”
God, you’re spoiled rotten.
Nanami knows it’s sill much too early, even after a good fuck for you to be hungry. You’re just trying to get rid of him. He knows exactly what you’ll do the moment he’s out of sight—he’s nearly walked in on you doing it before. Just like always, you’ll prop your legs up against the headboard, ever the superstitious little thing.
Nanami huffs a quiet laugh, already picturing it: you, still trembling, your pussy leaking and twitching, wearing that blissed-out, cumdrunk smile better than the finest couture gowns he’s bought you.
But you won’t do it until he leaves—you never do.
So with one last glance over at his shoulder at your beautifully fucked out form on the bed, he runs a hand through his sweat-dampened hair and heads toward the kitchen.
Nanami’s determined to feed you regardless of if you're actually hungry. If you’re planning to raise his child, you’ll need your strength—and any chance to nourish you, he’ll take it.
And you need your supplement too, just to give nature a little extra push.
It’s Saturday, so this time he’ll mix it into the pancake batter. Nanami will bring you breakfast in bed, making sure you eat every last bite—none the wiser—while sipping the fresh juice he always makes just for you. All the while, he’ll be stretching out your sore, well-used limbs beneath the sheets.
Because Nanami isn’t actually going to let you leave the bed anytime soon.
He’s going to fuck at least three more loads into you before noon, after all.
Plenty of time to drag that confession out of you—make you admit you’ve been trying to get pregnant all along.
And if you don’t? Well.
Nanami smiles to himself, flipping the stove burner on.
You’re not leaving that bed until you do.
꒰ა a/n ໒꒱ : wanted to get this out before i left but it didn't work out. im actually on the plane rn. sorry if there are errors I will fix when i get some downtime. landing in amsterdam then 4hr layover until we get to portugal! follow me over on my main/personal @punanami if you want updates on that.
please reblog and leave me nice comments to look at while im on vaycay <3
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Accidentally Hitting Them In The Balls/Them Accidentally Hitting You In The Boobs
Note: Not Proofread or Check Grammer (I would today but its my birthday and I dont wanna.
Dick: "No, I promise I can get it open. Just hold the bottom of it." He was helping you open a pickle jar that almost seemed superglued shut.
"Are you sure you got it, Hun? It's not a big deal, it's a pickle." You said as you held onto the jar as he pulled and squeezed at the lid. At this point, you weren't even sure you wanted a pickle anymore after such a hassle.
"You want a pickle, you get a pickle." He said as he pulled the lid off and somehow simultaneously hit you in the boobs. Your face turned bright red, as did his, you two were just friends, and he hadn't ever grabbed you like that before.
"Ummm...." He started to short-circuit like a phone that had been dropped in the kitchen sink.
"Cop a feel, why don'tcha?" You teased him, and his face got even redder. He liked you, but right now, he's trying not to burst into flames due to embarrassment.
"I wasn't trying to cop- I mean, I am a cop, but I- I- Um...Pickle?" He held up the fork with the freshly skewered pickle, and as you took it, he quickly put the lid back on the pickles and opened the fridge door before pretending to browse the fridge until you left the room. It took him about thirty minutes for the blood that rushed to his face to leave.
Jason: "No, tighten this one, Babygirl." He instructed you as you tried your best to fix up your Chevy Impala you found at an auction a few weeks ago.
You attempted to tighten the bolt on the bottom of the vehicle but quickly realized you grabbed the wrong wrench. 'Oh. No problem, I'll just get the other one.' You thought before you slid out and went to get up, effectively teabagging yourself with Jason's boys. You were trying to be quick so you hit them a little too hard with your head. If you asked Jason to recount it right now he'd remember it like those X-Rays you get when you play Mortal Kombat.
He groaned and held onto the hood of the car, leaning over it, just trying to handle the pain in his groin. He reached down to massage them, and you did your best to apologize, which you were doing profusely.
"I- Um....um...Ice?" You asked even though you knew the answer and you went to get up and slipped and elbowed him in the crotch.
"I'm so sorry! Jason- I-" You didn't know what to do and you didn't want him in any pain.
"Just- Just go get the ice!" He was lying on the floor at this point, gripping his family jewels like the precious cargo they were to him. You quickly ran off to go get ice, but there was none in the fridge, and you were scrambling.
"Ms. L/N, Can I help you find something?" Alfred asked as he noticed your panic and your watery eyes.
"Jason- knee- nutz- ice-" You were so worried and concerned about Jason that you weren't entirely thinking about what you were actually saying, but alas, Alfred put together what you were trying to say. He had gotten good at that after all of the boys and essentially him raising Bruce on his own.
"Ah, you hit Master Todd in the nads? Take the frozen peas in there, they will work better than any ice pack or ice cubes." He said as he directed you to the frozen lentils.
He shook his head with a bit of a smile as you ran back out to the garage. You leaned down next to Jason before gently removing his hands from his boys to place the icepack as softly as you could, holding them for him.
"I'm so sorry, Jay. I- I didn't know you were right there. I thought you were on the other side still." You apologized profusely over and over whilst rubbing his arm with one hand to try to calm the both of you.
"It's okay, I should've told you. It's okay, Princess. Deep breaths. Shhhh...I'm okay, it's okay." Jason knows you didn't mean to, and he definitely was not gonna get mad or angry at you for an accident.
Bruce: You're his assistant, and of course, being his assistant meant you're normally with him regularly when he takes flights, in meetings, etc. The both of you were on a plane, he got off the seats that turned into a bed, and it was all great until there was some serious turbulence. Bruce's hand suddenly reached out for anything he could grab. In this case, that was your ass that caused you to blush and clear your throat.
"Um...I'm sorry, Ms. L/N, I didn't mean anything by it. I- Not that you're ugly, 'cause that most certainly isn't the case; I don't believe I've seen someone so beautiful. I-" He stammers out as his face turns as red as the lobster he ordered.
"I um- sorry, Mr. Wayne. It's entirely my fault for not watching-"
"It isn't, don't take blame for my actions."
You probably sit down before taking a few breaths to try to calm the redness in your face. He's your boss, and you shouldn't be thinking of him this way right now, the only thing you would think about was what was underneath his clothes.
The same thought was on his mind about exactly what you would look like when your clothes were off and how he felt the soft skin of your ass underneath his hands, and how he would love to feel that again. The rest of the flight was silent between you two it was hard to ignore the tension that filled the two seats. After the flight, both of you took a car to the hotel and found out they only booked one room instead of two.
Well, it looks like you're sleeping in the same room as your boss. Even after you had insisted that he sleep on the bed with you because you didn't want him to be uncomfortable he still slept on the couch like a gentleman.
Tim: Tim asked you out on a date, and he chose roller skating even if he hasn't done it in years, and he's definitely out of practice.
"Come on, Slow Poke! I'll race you!" You said as you zoomed past him, skating backward, and the colorful lights lit your face in such beautiful ways. He's distracted as he fights his desire to just continue admiring the look on your face right now. If he could tattoo this moment on the inside of his eyelids he would.
You laughed at the traced look on his face, but before you both knew it, you hit the short partition that blocks the rink from the dining area, and his face was buried deep in your breasts.
He pulled his face from your breasts, and his face was redder than a firetruck, and he began to apologize profusely. You didn't even hear what he was saying with the song on the loudspeaker blasting in your ears. You gently grabbed his face to calm him because his embarrassment was turning into panic and worry.
"Hey, It's okay." You smiled and his heart fluttered before it stopped as soon as your lips pressed against his. His shoulders fell, and he relaxed against you, completely forgetting he had just mashed his face into your boobs on the first date.
Damian: Both you and Damian are drenched in sweat from working out. His black compression shirt stuck to his torso like a second skin, and the both of you ready yourselves again. He looks at you. You aren't even remotely ready, you're exhausted and wanna stop but promised him one more round.
Damian goes to flip you onto your ass, but you move, flipping over, and your face somehow ends up firmly planted into his crotch. You move your head and press your cheek to his thigh as you try to catch a breath. You can't see it, but his face is bright red as he fights the erection that his body is forcing on him, as well as the pain from your head hitting him in the crotch.
You can feel it forming underneath you but choose to ignore it to not embarrass you or him; it's better if both of you pretend to be ignorant of the hardness and pain. He breathes trying to put himself at ease.
Damian brings his hand down into your hair to comfort you and himself, more so for himself. The both of you calm your panting breaths slowly, not to rush each other.
"Teabagging myself on you wasn't on my yearly bingo card. You okay?" You asked as you took a break from training on your best friend's lap.
"I didn't imagine I'd have pants on." He jokes before his eyes widen like saucers when he realizes what he says.
"I- Errrr." He stammers a slight bit before quickly snapping his mouth closed again and continuing the silence between you both; you both lay like that until you fall asleep against his thigh, much to his relief. Damian, being the gentleman he is, puts you in his bed, and you wake up surrounded by his silk sheets and warm blanket. It's one of those blankets that just wraps you up like a fireplace; you look at the time and realize he's most likely on patrol now and decide to head to the bathroom to relieve yourself and refresh. Then you change into one of his shirts and socks before crawling back into those sheets.
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nah sorry but this is pissing me tf off. not that ohmleng were my favorite pair but I did like them and if this is because of those fckass ON haters (or even other haters) then im sorry but???? gmmtv knew about this, this has been going on since before Kidnap even aired so a) why set them up as a pair, cast them in not one but TWO new projects, give them merch and all that if you can't handle a few butthurt mfs and b) why not take some action against this bs???? FFS. and this isn't even the first incident. like maybe take some time to think and do some market research or prognosis or whatever before you go back and forth with your pairs and most importantly take better care of your artists. smh.
#gmmtv#ohmleng#im so pissed#unless this was solely ohms and lengs decision but i highly doubt that#they were probably tired of the bs but like this is all on gmmtv#do better ffs it souldnt be that hard#but yeah im not super deep into the OL fandom so i dont really know whats going on#maybe something happened that idk about#but either way i wish leng especially all the best because he does not deserver any of this shit#so maybe this is for the best afterall#but its so fucked up i have no words actually#and this isnt even about ohmleng as a ship but about the principle of gmmtv not being able to handle this bullshit#you a bigass company ffs#DO BETTER
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Would like to take my place as an old man yelling at cloud:
Ao3 HAS an algorithm: a search algorithm and it works beautifully
Ao3 HAS feedback systems: kudos, comments, and reporting for the cases when things actual violate the tos
Ao3 HAS personal censoring capabilities: the tagging system. Filter out all the shit you dont like.
It actually has tools to do many things, you should learn how to use them.
Some of you are whining cuz you're trying to use chopsticks like spoon.
And what I always tell my elementary schoolers: if you encounter something on the internet that makes you feel scared or uncomfortable, even if you don't know why, Walk away from the device and talk to a trusted adult about what happened.
For kids this is a safety issue. For yall grown people this is a reminder that you can just stop reading when you dont like it, and that it's good sometimes to sift thru that discomfort and learn about yourself and how you experience the world.
Maybe you learn that you need to dig deeper on why a certain topic causes such intense discomfort. Maybe it's obvious why it's becuase it really is some fucked up shit and you learn that other people like that in their horror but you don't.
Ao3 does not need an algorithm, you're just lazy
Ao3 does not need a 1-5 star rating system, you just want to bring down authors writing for FREE
Ao3 does not need automatic censorship, it is an archive, therefore anything can be posted
Writing or reading about something illegal does not mean the author nor the reader condones it, if that were true, you could never read a story involving anything negative
Purity culture is ruining fan culture and you all are fucking annoying
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hey!! going off of the chihiro imagine you've just done, what about one where its based off of the diner? dean or sam x reader. shes a hunter, has a weird past with this other hunter who wont leave her alone. she could be out in public somewhere where this guy corners her and starts being weird, sam/dean notices and confronts him n beats tf out of him?? like they dont know eachother so its her first encounter with sam/dean (i hope this makes sense lmao) thank you!!
⊹ ࣪ ˖ don't be afraid,
summary. past has a way of finding you, but this time, dean is around
pairing. dean winchester x reader
wordcount. 629
notes. billie's songs are always sooo good! could write a whole god damn series based off of them
Your past has a way of finding you.
No matter how many times you leave town, change your number, burn bridges—it always finds a way to slither back in.
And tonight, it’s come in the form of him.
The bar is dim, crowded, full of people who mind their own business. The kind of place where a hunter can blend in, shake off a bad job, maybe even have a drink in peace.
But peace is a luxury you don’t get to have.
“Damn, sweetheart. Still playin’ hard to get?”
You don’t need to look up to know who it is. The voice alone is enough to make your stomach twist.
Your fingers tighten around your glass, your jaw locking as you exhale slowly.
“You need to leave,” you say, keeping your voice even.
But he doesn’t. Of course he doesn’t. Instead, he slides into the seat across from you, grinning like he belongs there.
“Oh, come on. Don’t be like that,” he coos, head tilting. “You know we make sense.”
Your grip tightens.
Don’t be afraid of me. I’m what you need.
“I know we don’t,” you snap.
His smirk only widens.
And that’s when you stand. You’re done.
But the second you turn, his hand clamps around your wrist.
You freeze.
The bar noise dulls, your breath catching as old fear creeps in—because you know this feeling, this sinking dread in your gut.
He tugs you closer, voice lowering. “Let’s not make a scene, yeah?”
But he’s made a mistake.
Because someone else has been watching.
“You deaf, pal?”
The voice is deep, steady, laced with something sharp.
Your stomach flips when you turn and see him.
Leaning against the bar like he owns the place, green eyes locked onto yours—not at you, at him, the hand still wrapped around your wrist.
Dean Winchester.
You don’t know him, not really, but you’ve heard the name before. And right now? He’s looking at your unwanted guest like he’s already figured out ten different ways to put him in the ground.
“Let go.”
Your stalker barely spares him a glance. “This ain’t your business, man.”
Dean’s lips twitch, like he almost finds that funny. But the way his shoulders roll, the slow way he straightens up—it’s a warning.
“She said no.”
A muscle in your stalker’s jaw ticks, but for once, he actually listens. His grip loosens. You yank your arm back, stepping away quickly, pulse hammering.
And that’s when—
Crack.
Your breath stutters as your stalker crumples to the floor, blood already leaking from his nose. He groans, clutching his face. Dean shakes out his fist, gaze flicking down like he’s unimpressed.
“You’re lucky I didn’t break your damn jaw,” he mutters.
Your stomach is still catching up, adrenaline buzzing through your veins as your stalker glares up at him. Dean just cocks his head, expression blank but lethal.
“Go.”
And, for the first time, the guy actually listens.
You watch him scramble to his feet, wiping his bloody nose before shoving past the crowd and bolting out the door.
Dean exhales, rolling his shoulders before finally turning to you. His expression softens, just slightly.
“You good?”
You nod, trying to steady your breath. “Yeah. I—yeah.”
Dean watches you, like he’s assessing for damage. Then he huffs, shaking his head. “Guy doesn’t take a damn hint, huh?”
You let out a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “You have no idea.”
Something flickers in his eyes. A shadow, a silent I know the type. Then, after a pause—
“You drink whiskey?”
You blink. “Yeah.”
Dean nods toward the bar, lips curving.
“Then c’mon. Let me buy you one.”
And, for the first time in a long time, you don’t hesitate.
Because for once, your past ran away from you.
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under the checkered flag - epilogue blurb 1!
prompt ; in which your boyfriend, who’s normally all confidence, cockiness and self-assured, turns into a pouty, jealous mess when he remembers how much of a catch his girlfriend really is.
warnings ; unprotected sex, lil bit of oral (m recieving) (also this is not even a blurb. this is a whole ass story. also wrote this hungover so if there’s grammar errors… welp. idk how i got so ahead of myself pls help)
request ; linked here
part of the under the checkered flag universe
You’re not entirely sure why you agreed to this.
The room is packed: it’s loud, buzzing with conversation, glittering lights and expensive diamonds you could never dream of affording, filled with the kind of people who look like they walked off the cover of Vogue. Jungkook, of course, is in his element, shaking hands, flashing his signature grin, seamlessly weaving through the crowd like he was born for this.
Meanwhile, you are hiding behind him like a child.
“Baby,” Jungkook murmurs over his shoulder, amused. His hand rests against your hip, keeping you tucked close as he greets another executive, another industry legend who already knows exactly who he is. “You gonna say hi or just use me as a human shield all night?”
You huff, clutching onto the sleeve of his tailored suit, peeking past his shoulder just enough to offer a shy, “Hi.”
The older man chuckles, shaking his head. “Cute one you got there, Jungkook.”
Jungkook beams, unbothered. “I know, right?” His fingers tighten around your waist, clearly very proud of you, and he wants everyone in this room to know exactly who you are.
And, to be fair, they already do. Your face has been plastered across every media outlet since his last race a few weeks ago, the headlines barely able to contain themselves. “Jeon Jungkook Off The Market: Meet the Woman Who Stole His Heart.” Paparazzi shots of him running to you after his win, kissing you in front of thousands, wrapping you in his arms like you’re his greatest trophy. Really, it was getting a little overwhelming.
You smile up at him as the aforementioned man turns away to entertain another person “Why are you doing this?”
He bites back a smirk. “Doing what?”
“Introducing me to every single person like I’m some mystery. They know who I am, Jungkook.”
“Do they?” He grins, leaning down, voice dropping just enough for only you to hear. “Because I don’t think they know you’re the love of my life yet. Want me to make a bigger announcement?”
Your face bursts into flames. You slap his side, making him laugh as he pulls you closer, not letting you escape even an inch.
“Relax, my love.” He presses a kiss to your temple, warm, grounding, very much second nature now. “Just wanna show you off a little.”
You groan, burying your face in his shoulder. “I hate you.”
“Liar liar pants on fire.” He says it so easily, so confidently, because he’s right. You’re completely, stupidly in love with him actually. However, the worst part of that? So is everyone else in this damn room.
The buzz of the party hums around you as you trail behind Jungkook, hands still lightly clinging to his arm like it’s your lifeline. He doesn’t seem to mind, laughing lightly as he introduces you to every person who approaches, all the while keeping one eye on you, making sure you’re still there, still close. You’re the quiet one, always in the background, but tonight? You’re sticking to him like glue.
The chaos around you only adds to the sensation of feeling out of place, and your mind pulses with the need to break free for a moment.
“I’m gonna get some champagne,” You tug on his arm to get his attention, hoping he won’t follow, aching for just a second alone.
“Alright,” Jungkook says, winking at you. “Dont wander far, I’ll miss you too much.”
You roll your eyes, the slight teasing in his voice making you smile despite yourself.
And finally, with a little space between you two, you head for the bar, where the bartender is already pouring multiple glass of champagne, a brand you hardly recognize besides the times that Jungkook has sprayed it over your head in his locker room after a win. You grab one, thank him with a smile, clutching your drink tightly, letting the warmth of the alcohol loosen some of the tension in your shoulders. You lean against the bar, taking in a deep breath, trying to shake off the intensity of the room.
You shift slightly, your heels pinching the back of your feet. Even though Jungkook is across the room now, deep in conversation with some high-profile men, you can still feel him, like a phantom touch, like gravity pulling you toward him even from a distance.
You’re halfway through your first sip when someone leans in beside you. His voice is warm, easy-going.
“Is it safe to assume you’re with Jungkook?”
The voice comes from your right, definitely belonging to someone who’s good at conversation.
You glance up, blinking at the tall, well-dressed man beside you. He’s… handsome, you suppose. Friendly. Dressed in a navy suit, collar slightly open, drink in hand. Polished, but not in an obnoxious way. He leans against the bar with a casual kind of confidence, the kind of presence that blends in rather than commands the room.
“Yeah, I am,” you admit, still feeling a little shy. “I’m his… well, girlfriend. Sort of.”
He raises an eyebrow, amused. “Sort of? That’s an interesting answer.”
You huff a small laugh. “I mean, yes. I am. He just��� likes making a big deal out of it.”
“Yeah, that sounds like him,” he chuckles, taking a slow sip of his drink. “I take it you’re not used to all this?”
You shake your head immediately. “Not even a little.”
He laughs, genuinely, like he understands. “I get it. These events can be overwhelming.”
You tilt your head slightly, curiosity creeping in. “You say that like you’ve been to a lot of them.”
He grins, and that’s when it clicks. You suddenly recognize him, the familiar face.
“Wait—” Your eyes widen. “You’re a driver too, right? You raced today.”
His smile turns a little playful. “I did. And I did alright, if I say so myself.”
“You placed third, didn’t you?”
He blinks, slightly impressed. “Didn’t expect you to know that.”
You blush slightly, shrugging. “Well… I may have learned a thing or two from Jungkook.”
“Ah, so he’s been turning you into a racing expert, huh?” He teases.
“Not even close,” You laugh, shaking your head. “But congratulations. Third place is still huge.”
“Thanks,” He says, tipping his glass toward you. “Though, I have to admit, Jungkook is damn near impossible to beat. The guy drives like he’s invincible.”
You smile softly, the kind of smile that only comes when someone you love is being praised. “Yeah… he does.”
“You must be proud of him.”
“I am.” The words fall out before you can second-guess them, before you can hide them behind your usual shyness.
That much, you know is true. You are proud of Jungkook, more than he’ll ever know.
The man watches you for a second, a knowing look flashing in his eyes. Then, he smiles, shaking his head slightly. “He’s got a good one.”
You tilt your head. “What do you mean?”
He gestures toward Jungkook, who’s across the room, entertaining the guests, bright and effortless. “I mean, it’s not every day you see him this… settled. The guy used to be a bit of a wildcard.”
Your stomach flutters. You know that. You know exactly who Jungkook was before you.
You swallow, about to respond, when his next words catch you off guard. “Though, I have to admit…” He leans in slightly, voice dropping just a bit, teasing but still measured. “It must be tough, standing next to him all the time, knowing you stand out. ”
You feel your heart skip, your fingers tightening around your glass. You’ve always been completely oblivious when it comes to flirting. It’s not intentional—you just never assume anyone would be interested in you like that. Compliments fly over your head, teasing remarks get brushed off as jokes, and subtle advances? You don’t even register them.
Even with Jungkook, it took months of playful taunts, agreeing to do whatever you wanted, and blatantly flirty texts before you even considered the possibility that he might actually like you. And now, standing here at the bar, faced with a man who is clearly steering the conversation into dangerously suggestive waters, you’re a little slow to catch up. The moment finally clicks a beat too late, the realization washing over you like a delayed shockwave—oh. He’s not just making conversation. He’s flirting. And you? You walked right into that trap.
You let out a soft laugh, playing with the hem of your dress, trying to ignore the way his words sit uncomfortably in your chest.
“I mean, yeah,” You say lightly, swirling the champagne in your glass, forcing yourself to play it cool. “Jungkook has a lot of eyes on him. That’s kind of the deal when you’re one of the best, right?”
You try to steer the conversation back to Jungkook, hoping it’ll naturally fizzle out, but he gives you a look. A slow, appreciative glance. The kind that lingers just long enough to make your stomach twist in anxiety.
“That’s true,” He muses, his voice casual. “But I think most people would be looking at you tonight.”
Goddamnit.
Your fingers grip the glass so roughly it might shatter in your hands as you blink at him, processing. You laugh again, but this time it’s a little awkward, a tad nervous, like you’re trying to buy yourself a moment to think.
And then, as naturally as breathing, you look for him. Jungkook.
Your eyes search the crowd, scanning past the fitting dresses and tailored suits, past the photographers and the industry elites, until they land on him.
Of course, he’s right at the center of it all.
He’s laughing, head thrown back slightly, looking so alive, so magnetic, exuding the kind of confidence that made the world fall in love with him (and you as well, for that matter.) His suit jacket is long gone, probably thrown off on the back of a chair somewhere, replaced with a perfectly tailored white button-up, his sleeves pushed up just enough to tease the tattoos running along his forearm. He looks stupidly good.
He’s glowing, genuinely happy, his eyes crinkling as he talks, hands gesturing animatedly, completely and utterly in his element.
You bite your lip, a new kind of frustration blooming in your chest. How is he over there, completely fine, while you’re over here trying to figure out how to escape this conversation without being rude? Why must the universe put you, of all people, in the ring of fire?
“So,” The driver’s voice pulls you back, making you blink and turn your attention back to him. “How did you and Jungkook even meet? I don’t think I ever heard the full story.”
You shift again, clearing your throat, desperate to reroute the conversation away from yourself. “Oh—uh, through work, sort of. It’s actually kind of funny—”
Focus. Focus on Jungkook. Keep it safe. Keep it neutral.
You take another sip in between your sentence, the champagne fizzling against your lips, but the tightness in your chest doesn’t ease. You keep your focus on the man, trying to steer every single word back to Jungkook. It’s a delicate balancing act, keeping the conversation polite while dodging every veiled compliment, every lingering glance, every slight shift in tone that threatens to turn friendly into flirtatious.
“Yeah, it’s kind of funny, actually,” you pick up where you left off, still trying to keep it collected. “I had no idea who Jungkook even was when we first met. Everyone was freaking out about him, and I was just..”
You pause, shaking your head with a soft laugh. “Well, completely clueless.”
He chuckles, leaning in slightly, interest still flickering behind his eyes. “And now you’re wearing his jacket, front and center at every race.”
“Guess I learned who he was real quick,” You joke, though your fingers tighten slightly around your glass.
He tilts his head, like he’s about to say something else, perhaps even heavier, when two warm hands slip around your waist. They’re firm, familiar. A voice, deep, steady, and close enough to feel the breath of it against your temple. “Didn’t realize you two were getting so close.”
You blink, your entire body reacting before your mind even processes it. His presence is instant, all-consuming. You barely have time to react before you feel him pull you back against him, his grip on your waist just tight enough to send a message. The warmth of his chest presses against your back, solid and unwavering.
And when you tilt your head slightly, looking up at who you know damn well is your boyfriend — Oh. Oh, he’s not happy.
His jaw is tight, his lips pressed into a firm line. His usual easy-going expression is replaced by something darker, sharper, a quiet intensity simmering behind his eyes.
The man clears his throat, shifting awkwardly. He knows. Everyone in this room knows. Hell, even the higher powers know better than to mess with Jungkook’s girl.
“Jungkook,” he greets, nodding slightly. “Good race today, man.”
Jungkook doesn’t move. Doesn’t nod. Doesn’t blink.
He just keeps his eyes on the man in front of you, expression unreadable, until he finally speaks.
“Yeah?” he muses, voice deceptively smooth. “Guess I’m lucky I had my girl with me.”
His hold on your waist tightens, just slightly, as if reinforcing the point.
Your pulse spikes, warmth creeping up your neck as you become painfully aware of how close he is.
You’re not usually the center of attention. But right now, you may as well be standing in the eye of a storm.
The tension lingers for a moment more. Jungkook’s hands are possessive, fingers pressing slightly into the fabric of your dress. His presence is impossible to ignore, a wall of warmth at your back, his cologne—deep, musky, with some woodsy notes—wrapping around you like a second layer of skin.
The man shifts, clearly picking up on the shift in atmosphere. Still, he offers an easy smile, nodding toward you.
“She’s beautiful,” he comments, like it’s the most obvious fact in the world. “Guess I can’t blame you for keeping her close.”
Jungkook hums smugly.
“Yeah,” he murmurs, tilting his head slightly, like he’s weighing his next words carefully. “Prettiest girl in the whole damn room.”
Your stomach flips violently, a cage of butterflies releasing themselves in your body. You’ll never get used to the way he speaks about you.
The driver gives one last chuckle, his eyes flicking between the two of you before wisely deciding to move along with his night. He excuses himself, raising his glass towards both of you before scurrying away as quick as his legs can take him.
And then it’s just you and Jungkook.
You exhale, not even realizing you had been holding your breath, still feeling the ghost of his touch on your waist.
You’re about to say something, but before you can, he turns to you, leans down, presses a soft, lingering kiss to your cheek. The warmth of it spreads across your skin like wildfire.
He pulls back, just slightly, his lips hovering over your skin, his voice dropping into something quiet, “You really let that guy talk to you for that long?”
Your eyes widen. “What? I wasn’t—”
Jungkook pulls back, finally looking at you, and he’s pouting. Actually pouting. The 27 year old man. Lips jutted slightly, brows furrowed, his usual confidence slipping juuuust enough to reveal the jealousy simmering beneath. It might be the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
You can’t help it. You giggle, heart swelling in your chest.
“Jungkook,” You breathe out, leaning up, pressing a kiss to his cheek.
He grumbles something under his breath. You kiss him again, again… one more time for safe measures. Tiny, peppered kisses, soft and teasing, trailing across his cheek until you feel the tension in his shoulders start to ease. He exhales slowly, tilting his head, still acting like he’s suffered through the potato famine, furthering your agenda on the sassy man apocalypse.
“I just don’t get it,” he mutters, dramatic. “Why does everyone love you?”
You giggle again, nose brushing against his as you murmur, “Maybe because I’m soooo beautiful?”
Jungkook scoffs. “You think I don’t know that?”
And for the rest of the night, Jungkook doesn’t let you go. Not for a millisecond.
His arm is wrapped around your waist like an iron band, keeping you flush against his side as he guides you through the afterparty. He greets people, nods along to conversations, but his attention never fully strays from you.
Every so often, he leans down, his lips brushing against your temple, the shell of your ear, whispering things only for you.
“Having fun, pretty girl?”
“Gonna keep breaking hearts tonight, or am I enough attention for you?”
“Can’t believe you almost let some other guy steal you away. The blasphemy.”
You laugh every time, eyes sparkling, cheeks warm from the champagne and from the way his voice wraps around you like velvet.
By the time you’re finally in his car, it’s even more obvious.
The moment he pulls onto the empty streets, one hand gripping the wheel, the other immediately finds your thigh. You’re all giggles and smiles, alcohol-induced laughs spilling from your lips as you shift beneath his touch.
“You’re being so touchy,” You tease, voice teasing, light, dripping with warmth.
Jungkook barely glances at you, but you see the smirk pulling at his lips. “Don’t see you pulling my hand away.”
You roll your eyes, but your skin betrays you, heat pooling everywhere his fingertips graze. His thumb circles slowly, rubbing absentminded patterns into your thigh, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.
“You’re ridiculous,” You mutter, biting back another laugh as you lean against the headrest, the world outside the car nothing but passing trees and shadows.
“And you’re also tipsy,” Jungkook counters, stealing a glance at you, his eyes dark, amused, playful.
He licks his lips, the silver of his piercing catching the streetlights, and you hate how mesmerizing it is.
“So?” you huff, crossing your arms in mock defense.
“So,” he drawls, fingers squeezing slightly around your thigh, watching with interest as you visibly react. “You’re all giggly and sweet right now, and I think I like it too much. My bad for wanting to get my hands on my girlfriend.”
Girlfriend.
God, the word rolls off him so easily it makes you dizzy.
“You like me all the time,” You poke his hand that’s on your thigh.
“Yeah, but I like you even more when you’re like this,” He plays with his lip ring as his eyes focus on the road.
You peek up at him through fluttering lashes, watching the way his jaw flexes, the way he glances at you just a little too long at a red light. And then, without thinking, you lean toward him, voice dropping into something soft, just shy of teasing. “You’re really that possessive, huh?”
Jungkook’s fingers flex, grip tightening, and for a split second, he looks like he might mount you in that car. “Oh, you have no idea.”
And, he proves it to you. The second his front door swings shut behind you, there’s barely a beat of silence before his lips crash onto yours. It’s immediate, it’s urgent, all-consuming from the tip of your scalp to your toes.
His hands are already on you, fingers digging into your hips, pulling you in like he’s been starving for this. You gasp against his mouth, the taste of champagne still lingering between you, and it makes you giggle yet again like a little high schooler. “Jungkook—”
“Mm,” He hums against your lips, not even bothering to let you finish.
“You’re so cute when you’re needy ,” You chortle in between, barely able to keep up with his pace. Jungkook groans, grinning against your lips before kissing you again, longer, slower.
“What did I tell you about calling me cute?” He mutters, voice low (definitely playing up the octave to seem even more menacing.)
“That it’s true?” You tease, bubbly from the way he won’t stop kissing you.
In a single swift motion, Jungkook grips your thighs and lifts you off the ground, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist, and a squeal exits your mouth.
“Jungkook!” You yelp, arms looping around his neck in surprise. Except it’s really no surprise, because the man has made it clear he’ll throw you around like a rag-doll. He’s already moving, already carrying you toward the bedroom with so much ease your head is spinning.
“Tired of you running from me,” He murmurs, smiling cheek-to-cheek, his bunny teeth poking out as he shuffles quickly down the hall.
You can’t stop laughing, light and heady, fingers threading through his dark hair as he all but sprints the rest of the way. He nearly flings you onto the bed like you’re deadweight.
The laughter is still spilling from your lips when Jungkook slots your mouth with his again, swallowing every giggle, every teasing remark before it can fully form. He kisses you like he needs you to stay quiet, like he’s trying to erase every last trace of your playful remarks before they slip past your lips.
But, you are not letting him off that easy.
“You were so jealous tonight,” You whisper between kisses, smiling against his lips.
Jungkook groans, tilting his head back just slightly before diving back in, his mouth brushing yours in a way that feels punishing.“Maybe. Or maybe I was just passionate.”
You roll your eyes, your fingers curling into the front of his shirt as he leans into you.
“It was kinda hot,” You mock. “You couldn’t stand it, could you?”
Jungkook grumbles something under his breath, his fingers pressing into your waist, pulling you closer, as if kissing you harder will shut you up. But the moment his lips trail down to your jaw, your pulse leaping beneath his touch, you decide to take control.
In a swift motion, you push against his chest, sliding out from underneath him and standing up.
Jungkook stumbles back onto the bed, eyes wide for half a second before something darker, more intrigued, flickers through them.
You smirk down at him, your confidence surprising even yourself.
“Oh?” Jungkook muses, grinning as he props himself up on his elbows. “Taking charge today?”
You hum, sliding onto his lap, your knees pressing into the mattress as you settle yourself atop him.
“I think you need to be reminded,” You murmur, your fingers ghosting over the silver chain around his neck before trailing downward, nails grazing the buttons of his shirt.
“Of what?” He questions, eyes dark, eager, watching your every move.
You lower yourself, pressing your lips to the corner of his mouth, not quite kissing him, just kind of floating.
Slowly, with a purpose, you start kissing down his jaw and the column of his throat. “That I’m all yours,” You whisper against his skin, letting your lips brush over him with every word.
“All mine?” His voice is rough, strained, his fingers practically imprinting upon your skin. He needs to hear it again.
You pull back slightly, rolling your eyes just a little. The man knows very well you’re all his, but the desperation in his voice has you a little more soaked than you’d like to admit.
“Yes, baby,” You breathe out, cupping his face, your thumbs brushing over the faint pink tinge dusting his cheeks. “All yours.”
Now, Jungkook has seen many sides of you. The quiet, reserved girl who hides behind him at events, the sweet and hesitant thing who blushed at every flirty remark he threw your way, the one who overthought every touch, every glance, every lingering silence between you. However, that’s not to say he’s not thoroughly enjoying how unbelievably attractive you looked sitting on top of him.
The girl—the one who is straddling his lap, fingers tangled in the fabric of his shirt, murmuring sinful things in that soft, teasing tone, the heat of breath sending shockwaves straight through him—he does not recognize.
His heartbeat pounds in his ears, blood rushing to his cock. He can hardly breathe or think, all logic stripped away. Jungkook watches, wind knocked out of him, as you shift in his lap, your hips rolling against the growing bulge in his pants. He is ever the patient man; almost as if he wants to see how far you’ll take it.
He continues to stare as your fingers reach behind you, tugging at the zipper of your dress, the soft fabric peeling away from your shoulders, slipping lower, revealing more, more…more. Good lord.
The room is silent except for the soft rustle of fabric, the faint collective gasp in his breath as your dress pools around your waist, leaving your bare skin kissed by the golden lamp light in the room. Jungkook is entranced, his pupils dark. He’s still propped up on his elbows, yet he’s barely keeping himself upright.
Your body is soft curves and slow movements, every roll of your hips against him smoother, more confident than the last, every movement calculated and precise .
His head tips back against the mattress, his long lashes fluttering, his cock throbbing beneath the confines of his pants. Just when he thinks he might combust, you lean down, your lips hovering near his ear, whispering something he doesn’t even hear properly through the haze in his mind. He doesn’t even know what language you’re speaking.
Every teasing shift of your body against his, every brush of bare skin against fabric is driving him to the brink of insanity.
“Tell me what you want, baby.” Your hands trail up his chest, slowly undoing every button, nails barely scratching the heated skin beneath his shirt. Your jaw slightly drops as you let out a soft, needy whimper, a sound so devastating it makes his cock twitch beneath his slacks. “I’ll do whatever you want.”
Jungkook’s resolve crumbles, and his hand flies up, fingers wrapping around your jaw. He tilts your face toward his, making sure you see him. His eyes are feral, his pupils so black and wide they nearly swallow you whole. “Want my cock in your mouth.”
The words send a bolt of heat straight to your core, your body clenching instinctively. There is a small part of you that’s not all that experienced, despite your past boyfriend and you having sexual experiences. It’s just.. different with Jungkook. You think he expects more, although he tells you he doesn’t. But you’ll do your best for him, like you always do.
He moves up, sitting against the headboard, and you wiggle down, your lips parting just slightly, like you’re already imagining how he’ll feel pushing past them, how he’ll taste on your tongue, which you 100% are.
Your fingers work slowly, methodically, undoing the zipper of his slacks with a deliberate precision that has Jungkook shaking beneath you.
The sound of the zipper unfurling is deafening in the quiet room, drowned only by the unsteady rhythm of his breath, the way it stutters every time your fingers brush against him, every time you shift or press a kiss just a little lower. The man is putty in your hands.
You slip his pants down his thighs, fabric pooling around his ankles, and you throw them somewhere in the room; it doesn’t even matter. What matters is beneath them, he is hard, aching, straining against the waistband of his boxers, the fabric doing nothing to hide just how much he needs you, letting you take control while he teeters on the edge of losing it completely.
Your lips press softly to the fabric, your breath warm, your hands gliding up his thighs, fingertips tracing the defined muscles there, feeling the way they tense under your touch, how they twitch with anticipation.
Jungkook watches you, his dark lashes heavy, his chest rising and falling too quickly. He gathers your hair for you gently, fingers running through the strands, pushing them away from your face, tucking them behind your ears, cradling the back of your head, making sure he can see you completely.
For the first time in a long time, you want to be seen.
You want him to watch as you shift, as you lean back, as you slowly kick off your dress, letting it slip down the length of your body, letting it pool onto the floor in a forgotten heap, leaving you bare and exposed.
The black lingerie set you had worn underneath is still intact, a stunning contrast against your skin, the delicate lace barely covering anything at all, making you feel utterly unbreakable under his gaze.
You finally pull his boxers down. His cock springs free, the thickness of it always making you gulp. It’s flushed an angry shade of red, the tip glistening with precum, leaking and throbbing.
You swallow, your mouth already watering, your thighs pressing together as you wrap your fingers around him, feeling the weight of him in your palm. “F-fuck, baby,” Jungkook gasps, his head tipping back against the headboard, his hands gripping your hair tightly.
You stroke him slowly, taking your time, watching every little reaction, fascinated by how his body responds to you, by how his hips barely lift off the bed, chasing your warmth, chasing more. There’s normally a slight hesitation from you, but between the mix of the champagne and how fucking good he looks, you lean in. The first kitten lick to his tip is tentative, barely a flick of your tongue, just a taste.
Jungkook groans, his body jerking, “Jesus fucking Christ,” he curses, his voice shaking, his grip trembling against your scalp.
You hum softly, the sound vibrating against him, your lips parting slightly, your tongue flattening against the tip this time, lapping up the bead of precum that had gathered there, savoring the salty, musky taste of him on your tongue.
“That’s it, baby, fuck, so good,” Jungkook moans, his thighs tensing, his abs clenching, eyes screwing shut, then flickering open again, desperate to watch you, desperate to see you taking him, loving him, making him fall apart in the most beautiful way possible.
His praise makes you braver, makes you bolder, makes you want to see him even more undone, even more at your mercy. You press a soft, open-mouthed kiss to his tip, feeling him pulse beneath your lips, hearing the way he gasps sharply.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” He whispers, his voice awe-struck that you’re letting him have this piece of you.
His cock is heavy, filling your mouth so perfectly, stretching your lips as you slowly bob your head, taking in as much as you can. You feel the weight of him glide over your tongue, your throat relaxing, your jaw straining in the best way possible.
“Shit, baby,” Jungkook groans. You’ve always loved how vocal he gets for you.
You steal a glance up at him, and that’s when your eyes meet. His gaze is so dark, pupils blown out, his lips parted, damp. The moment he catches your heavy-lidded, pleading stare, something in him breaks like a live-wire.
“F-fuck,” He chokes out, his abs flexing as his breath breaks. “You’re so beautiful like this.”
You get the urge to keep going, faster now, the wet, lewd sounds of your mouth working him filling the room. Your tongue flattens along the underside of his cock, the heat of your mouth searing, your hand wrapping around the length that won’t fit, pumping in time with your movements.
“So, so good, so fucking good,” He pants, voice cracking like a prepubescent boy, his self-control hanging by a thread.
You feel it when he starts to twitch on your tongue, when his hips stutter, when his grip tightens, when he pulls your hair just slightly, as if he’s trying to stop himself from spiraling completely.
“Shit, fuck, wait—” He pulls you off him suddenly, his cock leaving your mouth with a wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting you. Your lips are swollen and glossy, your breath ragged as you look up at him, dazed and a tad cock-drunk.
“But…” You sigh, your voice small, your fingers still gripping his length, feeling the way he pulses in your palm. “I wanted to keep going.”
Jungkook groans, pulling you up onto his lap where he needs you most. His lips find your cheeks first, then your nose, your forehead, your jawline, kissing you everywhere, like he’s seconds away from breaking.
“I know, baby, I know,” He pants, barely coherent. Before you know it, he’s positioning you, guiding you to straddle him, to let him sink inside you where he belongs. “But I need you to sit on my cock, baby, please.”
His forehead presses against yours, his lips brushing against your mouth, his breath mingling with yours. “Need to feel you, need to be inside you.”
You whimper against him, the words sending a shudder through your body. Your core throbs and aches for him, whole body on fire like you’ll die if you don’t have him.
You align yourself, rolling your hips just slightly and letting his tip press against your folds. You glide it through your slick, coating him in you. It’s disgusting how aroused you are by him, but there’s comfort in knowing he feels the same way about you.
The sensation sends a jolt of pleasure through you, and your head tilts back, your mouth falling open, a soft, breathless moan slipping past your lips as the friction sparks along every nerve in your body.
Jungkook is completely gone, eyes glued to where your bodies meet, his jaw clenched so tight. He’s doing everything in his power to not completely lose control before he even gets inside you.
You sink down, slow, so slow, inch by inch, your walls stretching and molding to accommodate him.
The moment his thick length pushes inside, Jungkook groans, low and broken, while he holds you steady. The slide feels endless, like it always does, stretching you out like you’ve never taken him before, and he’s still struggling to ground himself, trying not to explode right then and there.
“Oh, f-fuck,” He hisses, his thighs tensing beneath you, his muscles coiling so tightly. He’s barely keeping himself from thrusting up into you, from taking what he wants, from losing himself in you completely.
You are getting split in half. Or, it feels like it. Your walls squeeze around him, your body shuddering.
“That’s it, baby,” he pants, his voice low, as his fingers trail up your spine. “Taking me so f-fucking well, feel so good, so tight.”
You only really sit comfortably when your clit presses against his pubic bone, when he is fully, completely inside you, when his cock is buried to the hilt, stretching you so perfectly, so devastatingly deep that it feels like he’s become a part of you.
“Oh my fucking god,” He chokes out, his grip on you bruising, completely lost in the feeling of you milking him already, pulling him in deeper, deeper, deeper. “I almost, fuck, I almost came just from that—”
The thought of it, the idea that you could make him cum just from sinking onto him, has your brain on autopilot.
You start to move, hips rolling in smooth undulations, dragging yourself up his length, feeling every ridge, every inch, before sinking down again. It’s a steady rhythm, one that has you both gasping for air.
But you don’t let him look away from you.
Nails pressing into his shoulder blades, you keep him anchored to you, your body flush against his. You tilt his face back up, your lips ghosting over his. The eye contact sends a shudder through him, his pupils blown wide, begging without words.
“You’re mine,” You murmur, your voice soft but firm, dripping with possession. Your hands trail up to cup his face, holding him there, making sure he hears you.
“Yeah?” he pants, his voice slightly slurred and drenched in adoration “Show me, baby. Let me feel it.”
Your walls squeeze him with every movement, every drag of your hips. And it’s all too much: his cock reaching even deeper, grazing that spot that paints stars in your vision.
“You’re so fucking good to me,” He groans, his voice choked, eyes desperate.
Your hands slide into his hair, tugging slightly, and he whimpers, his lips grazing over you, kissing wherever he can reach, mouthing at your skin. “All yours, baby, fuck. No one else, just you.”
Your heart swells, his jealousy from earlier feeling so distant, so insignificant, when he’s begging for you like this.
“Mine,” you whisper again, your lips ghosting over his ear, your hips picking up the pace, making him writhe beneath you.“Always fucking mine.”
Jungkook shudders, “Yours, baby.” And the words are just being repeated over and over like babbles, barely coherent to either of you as the feeling of being full by him overtakes all.
His hands lift you slightly, just enough for you to feel the drag of his cock leaving you, before he pulls you back down, filling you again in one smooth, deep motion. You cry out, your walls fluttering around him, the pace shifting from teasing to something more consuming, more needy.
“That’s it, baby,” he mumbles, his hips meeting yours now, pushing deeper, guiding you exactly how he wants you. “Just like that, ride me just like that.”
“Kook,” You whimper, nearly shaking, nearly crying from how good it feels, your hands sliding down to press against his chest.
You’re practically soaking him, your slick glistening at the base of his cock, collecting there, and he might need to be put in a mental institution after catching sight of it.
“Look at what you’re doing to me,” His eyes lock onto yours, hand slightly moving your face to avert your gaze elsewhere. You glance down, and fuck, he’s right. He’s glistening, his cock shiny with your arousal. Every time he pushes back inside, there’s more slick coating his length, dripping onto his thighs, pooling at the base of him like a sinful masterpiece.
“You feel that, baby?” he whines,“This is all yours.”
Everything becomes messier, sloppier, you’re not even sure where you are anymore. Jungkook is barely holding on, his thrusts erratic, his hands tight on your waist, slamming your hips down over and over again.
Your walls are fluttering, pulsing around him, the pleasure so intensethat you can barely even think or form any thought that isn’t jumbled.
“Jungkook, fuck,” You sob, your body jolting forward every time he drives into you, every time he hits that perfect spot inside you, over and over and over again.
“I got you, baby, fuck, I got you.” And then you really can’t take it anymore when he says things like that. Your hand flies between your legs, fingers pressing to your clit, rubbing furiously. You’re trying to tip yourself over the edge, trying to chase the orgasm that is so close, building like a wave, curling at the base of your spine, ready to crash over you at any second.
Jungkook watches, lips slightly parted. He can’t tear him away from the way you touch yourself, how you look so absolutely fucked out on top of him.
“You gonna cum for me, hmph? Hm, baby?” His words send a shockwave through you, his pace stuttering for just a second before he pounds up into you without a single ounce of restraint left.
“Fuck!” You cry out, your release inevitably waiting for you. Jungkook grins, knowing how close you are, already used to how you look when you finish.
The pleasure crashes over you like a tidal wave, drowning you in pure, white-hot ecstasy. Your entire body locks up, breaking apart as your orgasm rips through you with violent force.
“Oh, Jungkook,” Your walls are squeezing around him so tight it nearly forces him out, your head tipping back, mouth falling open, but no sound coming out. Your fingers slip from your clit as your body gives out, but Jungkook doesn’t stop. His hands are locked onto your waist, his hips still driving up into you, prolonging your orgasm, forcing you to ride it out until you’re whimpering.
“Holy fuck, squeezing me so tight,” He’s shaking with restraint, his muscles taut.
Watching you fall apart like this, feeling your walls clench around him like a vice, holding him, owning him, milking him—it’s a lot.
Jungkook grits his teeth, his grip on your waist turning bruising, his chest rising and falling in frantic, erratic pants as his orgasm hits him like a fucking wrecking ball.
“Fuck, mineminemine,” He gasps, and for the first time since you two started dating, he doesn’t ask for permission to finish inside of you. Doesn’t wait for your sweet little nod, your usual whispered “yes” into his ear.
No, not tonight. Tonight, he needs to claim you, needs to remind you, remind himself that no one else is going to have you.
Tonight, he slams you down onto his cock one final time, burying himself as deep as he can go, he spills inside you, filling you up.
“Take all of it, baby,” He gasps, his hips jerking up, riding out his high. Your bodies tremble together, both of you completely wrecked. Yet still, he stays inside you. Still buried to the hilt, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you flush against his sweaty body. His lips press lazy, open-mouthed kisses to your temple, your collarbone.
The room bathes in the warm afterglow of post-sex air. Your limbs are tangled with his as you lay with your head sprawled across his chest, his heartbeat still hammering beneath your ear. For a long moment, neither of you speak. Just deep, ragged breaths. The faint hum of the city outside. The lingering warmth of his hands tracing slow, absentminded patterns across your bare back.
“So… still wanna deny how jealous you were tonight?” You laugh, the words muffled slightly against his skin.
Jungkook groans, his arms tightening around you instinctively. “Don’t start.”
You grin, tilting your head slightly to catch the faint pink creeping up his ears.
“No, but really,” you hum, your fingers lazily tracing the chain around his neck, feeling invincible. “You almost lost your mind over a five-minute conversation. Kind of insane, actually.”
Jungkook lets out a low, gravelly laugh, the sound vibrating through your ears. “You don’t understand how fucking attractive you are. Seriously.”
“Jungkook—”
“No, really,” he kisses your forehead, watching you so intently you feel like he’s seeing right through you. “You walk into a room and I lose my goddamn mind. Every single time. You could have anyone, and yet… you chose me.”
He exhales slowly, lips brushing against your forehead in a way that feels so domestic. You don’t know what to say to that, so you sit with the words for a minute, let them reverberate through your chest. And it almost feels like your chest can’t contain it, like the pressure is building too fast, too much, like your ribs might crack beneath the weight of it. Behind them, your heart swells, expanding at least three sizes larger than its usual.
You pull him back down, lips curving into a soft smile as you kiss him again. “Always gonna choose you, Kook.”
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#jeon jungkook#jeon jeongguk#jungkook#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#jungkook x you#bts#bts army#bts jungkook#bts x reader#bts x you#jungkook fanfic
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I think it would be so cool for the petvincible to have a regenerative!reader almost like immortal but better obviously maybe they can cut off an arm for sinister Mark and every thing! (I love Sin Mark and just want him to be loved and happy!)
Alternate Mark Graysons x regenerative male reader
Headcanons
Readers inspired by deadpool, cuz i love that guy. I also had a request about regenerative reader who was like deadpool, so i mashed the two together.
The petvincibles with a reader who regenerates, whos also a mercenary means they are harder to control than normal.
Normal reader can be like “killing is bad guys, stop doing that please” but if you are also a trigger-happy killer, then it's kinda hard to throw stones at a glass house, right?
Becomes more the reader being like “hey, we only kill bad people, or the ones we are paid enough to kill. We dont just kill any randos, okay?”
Reader matches their crazy on most days, but there are things they do that even reader wouldn't do. Like damn bitch, you live like this? To some of them, but he loves his babymamas, so who is he to judge.
I think the petvincibles are also the first people to not judge reader on his appearance if he has the scars like deadpool. They have all seen way worse, and reader is handsome in their eyes.
Reader being like deadpool also means hes even more of a pain in the ass of the GDA. Like, they had to deal with him as a merc before and could barely contain him, but now hes got all the vincibles? Hell on earth.
Reader wouldn't work for the GDA, obviously. “i dont trust the government bub, get someone else to do it” when he was asked to join the guardians once upon a time
Instead, he gets paid a shit ton of money to help out every now and then, without actually being a member or signing any contract with the GDA. Reader also only accepts the money in physical bills, because he wants to swim in it like scrooge McDuck.
His regenerative powers is probably how he “tamed” sinister at first. Cuz like, does reader possess Deadpools whole, fourth wall breaking knowledge and power too?
Then he knows their whole deal and is like “alright dude, have a snack and calm down” after slicing his own arm off and shoving it at sinister.
I like to think reader tastes pretty damn good, cuz his cells are always regenerating and deteriorating at the same time. Means hes always fresh and yummy to eat.
Also means that the vincibles take a longer time getting used to being around normal humans again, cuz the reader is so unserious and just heals when they accidentally break something, or rip something off.
But i do imagine that the Marks start realizing how messed up mentally the reader is, just like them. Like, after a while all the readers self-deletion jokes aren't so funny because they know he means it.
The Marks would start to try and be more careful and being there for him, maybe help him do something outside of killing, which is pretty damn bold coming from them.
But it also means they have experience with feeling that there is nothing else you can do but just keep killing.
In this house we all heal together and become better people. Readers still a merc though, even if his babymamas start joining him on hits to make it easier, quicker and more efficient. Reader obviously demands double pay cuz theres two of them now.
#gator rambles#male reader#deadpool male reader#invincible#mark grayson#alternate mark grayson#sinister mark grayson#invincible x male reader#invincible x reader#mark grayson x male reader#mark grayson x reader#sinister mark grayson x male reader#sinister mark grayson x reader
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To follow up on 3.
It's not low paid high school grads anymore.
It's AI.
For a very brief window they had actually trained coders reviewing this shit (BTW 90% of denials are code issues, NOT actual medical necessity issues). Then they decided to let AI do it and cut those of us right out of medical coding school from the process.
It seems to be biting them in the ass so this trend may reverse in the future but I don't know how long that'll take.
Just requested your doctor asks for a peer to peer. This is where two actual medical professionals sit down and talk and find a resolution. Some places will still try to be your doc but if they advocate for you like above, you'll get through.
But also for the love of all thinGS HOLY AND RIGHT IN THE WORLD
TELL THEM TO USE THE RIGHT FUCKING DIAGNOSIS CODE.
"unspecified" codes are for unspecified things. If you are fucking treating a fucking spiral fracture of the right middle finger of the left hand DONT USE THE FUCKING "unspecified fracture of unspecified upper limb" CODES JANNET.
Why does that code even fucking exist?! You know what bone you are setting, right?! You're not setting a random ass bone, Jannet. Bones are specific, Jannet. They have fucking NAMES, Jannet. READ THE FUCKING DOCTORS NOTES, JANNET.

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I'll Be Damned
an: ummm @kimoralov3 gave me a request and we both decided i needed to write it immediately. sorry if its a little whorish LOL. the actual request is from a tumblr post TAGGED HERE AND I WILL TAG THE CREATOR @wttcsms i wanna make sure credit is given where its due. also i got SO CARRIED AWAY the longest thing ive ever written LOL and i started this so long ago i think the original post got deleted, whoops.
warnings: talks about conservative/strict/religious upbringing, purity rings, mentions of weed, loss of virginity, protected sex, mentions of not being on contraceptives, religious talk, mdni 18+, oral fem!recieving
word count: 4373
you were no saint, that much was certain. god knows if your parents knew you were alone in a boys room with said boy theyd have your head on a stick.
especially if they knew that boy was jj maybank.
your parents werent bad people by any means, they knew not to judge someone based on things out of their control. but in their defense jj had made some questionable choices.
but that was part of his appeal. his charm was his impulsivity, his wit, his knack for excitement.
how he'd decided youd be good friends you have no idea but you couldnt be happier that he had.
or else you wouldnt be sitting in his bed at the chateau with him as he smoked a joint and watched whatever sit com you were currently binging together.
"can I ask you something?" he blurted out of nowhere, his eyes still trained on the small television screen.
your head whipped in his direction at his cautious tone, "shoot," you said curiously. why did he sound so worried?
had you done something wrong?
"whats that ring? on your pinky finger..." he motions with a nod of his head down to your hand that was sitting in your lap, "i know you said its a family thing. does it have a meaning or something?"
oh boy. i hate this talk.
"its uh... its a purity ring... my dad gave it to me at my confirmation last year," he almost choked on his own spit.
"a- a purity ring? i know you said you were religious but damn- i thought those were some kind of fallacy..."
"im so proud of you! you just used 'fallacy' correctly in a sentence!" you said with an exaggerated sense of excitement hoping to change the subject.
you hated being judged for your ring. you saw the looks from boys when they saw it, if they knew what it was. girls teasing you for being a prude.
when in reality it wasnt much of a choice. rationally, you know having sex wouldnt send you into the fiery pits of hell. rationally, you knew that in your faith, heaven was created for sinners who had earned forgiveness and preached love and prosperity and worshipped God. but irrationally... what if your parents were right? your faith was important to you, a key part of how you were raised. you didnt want to become a disappoint by giving into temptation.
but late at night when a certain blond snuck into your thoughts... you wanted to give in. badly.
"i wasnt judging you, i was just a lil shocked alright? i didnt know you were that serious about all that," hed held up his hands in defense trying to calm your nerves on the sensitive subject.
"honestly?" you turn to face him with a shameful look on your face, a pink hue covering your cheeks perfectly, "sometimes i dont think i am. or- that my values and beliefs dont really line up like that."
"what do you mean?"
"just that. i dont think purity matters THAT much ya know? and forgiveness is there for a reason. that having sex doesnt mean im not a good person. right?"
jj chuckled lowly, "mama if that were true id be considered down right satanic."
you couldnt hide your laughter after his comment either. hes just so infectious. clearly with the way thoughts of him had been invading your mind lately.
"its not just that- then the insecurity comes along with it, even if i changed my mind everyone already knows about it. no guy would ever wanna sleep with me. unless its some kind of weird kink thing and i dont think my religion should be fetishized-"
"are you kidding me?"
"um... no? im not really comfortable with that-"
"no- mama-" jj shook his head in his hands, "there are plenty of guys that would wanna sleep with you. not just for some creepy kink."
"name one," you said seriously. because seriously, who the fuck would wanna sleep with you? not a single person has ever shown real interest in you ever-
"me."
shut the fuck up. he said that so confidently?! hello?!
your eyes widen with shock, "p-pardon?!"
"i didnt stutter right? i said pretty clearly that i want to have sex with you-" you clamped a hand over jj's mouth instinctively. praying that john b hadnt heard his friends loud proclamation across the hall.
"i heard you the first time!" you whispered, your tone stern.
jjs eyes gestured to the hand on his mouth as if to say 'move please so i can speak'. part of you didnt want to move your hand, partially because of what he might say, and the other because touching him kinda felt nice. in anyway you could.
haphazardly, you decide to remove your hand from his face, your face still showing your disbelief.
"why are you so confused? you asked a question and i answered it-"
"because i- well i didnt expect that from you. and i dont need a pitty fuck if thats what youre trying to say because thats even more pathetic."
"okay none of that- no maam," jj interrupts me shaking his head, "im not gonna listen to you talk about yourself like youre completely undesirable. because thats so fucking unbelievable."
his face, on rare occasion, is utterly serious. oh my dear god he really did wanna sleep with me...
lord if this is a test i want to assure you this not a battle you wanna give me. im not your strongest soldier because i will fold faster than a lawn chair.
"youre serious??"
"do i look like im jokin? do i have a mic in my hands? is there an audiance i dont see? cause im not a fucking comedian. im being for real."
what are you supposed to do now? like actually? do you kiss him? no one prepared you for what to do in this situation.
"okay listen- you look pretty freaked out. im not saying we have to or anything im just saying... ive thought about it ya know? youre gorgeous and were close so i just thought maybe youve thought about it too."
well here goes nothing, "i have. thought about it i mean. a lot."
"oh really?" that made jjs brows quirk up and a smirk plaster across his face. he always has to be so smug, "is that so?"
"dont do that!"
"do what?" he questioned.
your cheeks flush in embarrassment, "make me feel like this is so easy. because it isnt."
"but it could be," jj pauses the tv before looking directly in your eyes, meaning business, "you just said that this is what you want right? im right here offering it to you so whats stopping you?"
you took a deep, shaky breath at his words. you really didnt wanna sound like a crazy person but being scared of sex was normal right? especially with your best friend of all people.
there were so many reasons not to do this.
"honestly? im scared. scared of what that would mean for us, scared of actually doing this. scared of... a lot of things. im a chicken. a big fat crazy chicken."
he couldnt help but laugh at your words. thinking 'what the fuck is she on?'
and part of him knew hed have to talk you off the ledge if you were gonna do this, but hes willing to work for it. work for you.
"mama listen to me. we can be whatever the hell you want us to be, youre my girl whether we're just friends or my head is between your legs. and as for the other part- id never ever hurt you m'kay? if you wanna do this i promise id go as slow as you want. you set the pace, ill be gentle. but im not trynna make you do this."
oh my god jj maybank just gave you 'the speech'.
and youre sitting here with all of your clothes still on.
"and lets say i do... wanna do this... you really want this? like this isnt out of pity or curiosity or anything?"
"maybe im not making myself clear. y/n. i wanna have any and every part of you that you'll let me."
holy shit okay... yeah okay. this is really happening.
you try to scramble for the words caught in your throat, "okay.. h-how do i do this? what if i do it bad?"
"youre not gonna 'do it bad'," he chuckles through his words, one of his hands sliding onto your thigh, "look ill guide you through it okay? we'll go slow... i promise."
"that sounds...nice."
"i sure hope so," he chuckled softly, "otherwise we wouldnt be doing it... and if you wanna stop just tell me okay?
all you could was nod and watch as he moved so he was hovering over you and you were laid flat against his bed.
"i need to hear you say it mama..." his face was so close to yours you could barely muddle up a whisper in response giving him a small 'yes' before finally feeling his lips press into yours.
it wasnt anything like you thought it would be. it was... gentle, sweet, tender in the most romantic way.
but you could tell he was holding back...
your hands found the nape of his neck and quickly pulled him closer, needing more of him. wanting him to show you what its really like, not some pussy foot version.
his lips travelled further down to your jaw... to your neck... to your collar bone...
"can i take this off?" there was a small tug at the hem of your shirt, his eyes pleading with you, begging even.
you sat up almost immediately, helping him pull it over your head, and just like that his eyes were glued to your chest.
the pink on your cheeks intensified to a red at the sight, at first you were thinking of the worst case scenario. that hed changed his mind, the they didnt look right, that you werent as appealing as hed assured you.
his hands instinctively reached out but he stopped himself, unsure if he was moving too fast, doing too much.
"gorgeous..." his eyes were wide with excitement, raw and unfiltered. the inside of his mouth salivating at the sight of your braless body. "can i touch you? please god- ill pray if it means i can."
the laugh that escaped you was just as unashamed as his pleas, "yea. yea jay you can touch me," you wanted laugh more. aware that hes being considerate of your feelings but it was almost stupid how badly you wanted this.
he quickly pulled his shirt over his head before diving back in to kiss you, his hands gently kneading at your breasts. you were a bit disappointed you didnt get to ogle at him like he had you, but youd seen him without a shirt enough times at the beach to satisfy curiosity.
"jj-"
his head whipped up so fast from trailing gently little kisses across the swell of your breasts, a worried expression crossing his face. "you okay baby? need me to stop?"
"no- no i just... you can keep going. i need more. i need you..." your breathing was heavy as were your eyes.
"you sure? im just trynna go slow and make sure youre okay. wanna take care of ya."
"im okay jj... i promise. this is what i want," you meant what you said too. there isnt anyone else youd want to do this with.
he gave me a look, once more chance to back out, before letting a deep rooted sigh out. sounded more like relief than anything.
his fingers hooked into the belt loops of your shorts giving them a firm pull, "these need to go. now."
and he didnt have to tell you twice, within seconds they were unbuttoned and being pulled past your knees and being thrown across the room with abandon.
the giggle that escaped your throat was involuntary as jj pulled you buy your ankles further down the bed so the back of your knees were hanging off the edge of the bed.
"jj! what are you doing??"
"m gonna eat, fucking starving. now spread your legs f’me. wanna see that pretty pink pussy," jj knelt to the ground, threw my legs over his shoulders with urgency, looking down and admiring the view before him. “you’re so fucking perfect…”
you didn’t think someone just talking to you could elicit a moan from you, however jj was always there to challenge you. like right now.
he was peppering small kisses down the inside of your thighs, along the curves of your hips, avoiding where you need him most trying to make you feel appreciated.
he’s doing a good job too.
his thumb gently glides over your sensitive clit with a featherlight touch making me shake with need, the other hand holding your hips against the mattress as you feel his lips finally capture your core and his tongue starts lapping at the bundle of nerves.
your hand flies to his hair gripping it tightly between your fingers eliciting a groan that vibrates through you as his tongue continues to skillfully pull every sound from you and send shocks through your body
theres a feeling of something toying with your entrance delicately, looking down to see him staring up at you with a needy, hungry look in his eyes. you gasp at the feeling, your eyes widening with a nervousness and desperation.
"'s just my finger baby, relax. it wont hurt i promise," he tried to reassure you gently as you nodded.
"feels good... keep going. please."
"yes maam," he smirks up at you before diving back into your slick folds, simultaneously ever-so gently pushing his finger into you beneath his chin.
was it normal to feel so full from just a finger?
holy shit what is it gonna feel like when hes actually inside you??
you tried your best not to think about it to avoid psyching yourself out and just trying to enjoy the feeling. your walls flutter around him and he can feel how close you are already with his finger pumping in and out of you painfully slow as he curls it inside of you.
his face his practically dripping with you when he looks back up at you, "hows it feel mama? talk to me."
your face is scrunched in pleasure as you shake your head quickly, your hands back to gripping the cotton sheets beneath you, "cant," you answer bluntly, out of breath as his finger works your mercilessly. it was the honest truth, the feeling making it hard to think straight, or at all really.
"oh cmon now i believe in you. tell me how good it feels... think you can handle another? youre so close gorgeous, let me help you get there..."
you practically squeal as he presses the second digit into you, the stretch a delicious sting that borders on uncomfortable. but the slickness greatly helps with the discomfort easing it almost instantly as jj keeps his pace consistent, your hips bucking off of the bed as you come apart on his fingers, your juices dripping onto his palm.
"holy shit mama that was so fucking hot... youre so tight," he presses small gentle kisses down your thighs as he talks you through your first orgasm. his forehead resting on your hip as he gathers himself.
it feels like the lack of oxygen has made you dizzy and oddly relaxed from feeling so breathless.
jj maybank just made you come.
jj maybank just gave you your first orgasm.
oh lord am i gonna have to ask for your forgiveness until the day i die. i might die right here right now.
"pretty mama i need you to say something... kinda scaring me," you lift your head off of the pillows to look down where he lays on you, his fingers lightly tracing patterns across your stomach.
"sorry," you run a hand over your face taking a deep breath, "just kind of... i dont know. calming down."
god even his laugh made you quiver.
"we can take a break if you need it- do you want me to grab you a water or someth-" you quickly shut him up by leaning down to kiss him
"i wanna keep going.. jj that was... eye rolling, moan eliciting, mind boggling-ly good. im okay i promise."
"youre killing me here baby-" he looked up at you as his hands roamed your body slowly and aimlessly. feeling comfortable in such a vulnerable state with her. "are you sure?"
you lean to the side diving into the drawer next to his bed where you figured hed have a condom lying around, you guessed correctly.
"stop asking me that, i know youre trying to be sweet but i already told you i want this. im not changing my mind. im not on birth control for obvious reason but-"
a groan from his lips interrupts you, the sound more like a struggled, suppressed moan. his head falling into the crook of your neck. looks like someone has a breeding kink. shouldve guessed it by that nickname.
"ill do whatever you want mama but youre literally naked holding my condom in your hand. im losing self control quickly."
you giggled softly, "youre okay with just the condom?"
"im okay with or without it. god, ill be perfect as long as im inside you."
it was your turn to moan this time as he takes the foil from you, ripping it open between his stupidly cute canine teeth, grinning from ear to ear as he rolls it on almost effortlessly.
watching him you realize it was the first time you could really drink in the sight of him... and how big he was.
"jj- i dont think-" you go to protest before he kisses you softly. so fucking soft for you in every way except for one.
"we'll make it fit," thats the only thing he says before he positions his body to loom over you, your hips meeting each other. his eyes light up and he reaches behind you grabbing an extra pillow. "lift your hips for me baby... good girl."
he adjusts the pillow under your hips comfortably, his hands gripping your hips to lower you then running down your legs to wrap them around his hips.
"i read somewhere that makes it better- for you. i dont know im not a chick. does it feel okay? are you okay?"
you could melt from his words, jj wasnt always great with telling people how he felt but he does one better. he shows them, shows you. always thinking of you and your wellbeing.
"its perfect jay, thank you," you smile up softly at him, "youre perfect."
the blond blushed at your words, placing one hand next to your head so he leans over you to whisper in your ear, probably to also hide how flustered that made him.
"ill go slow i promise... its gonna hurt a little but ill stop when you need me to. and if you wanna stop all together thats okay. youre in control baby. 'm at your mercy."
your hand reaches for stability, finding it tugging at the roots of his blond mop as his hand reaches between the both of you to align him at your entrance. the folds still slick from just moments ago.
hes pressing soft wet kisses to your neck, moving his hips forward just the smallest bit so his tip barely pierces your hole. you suck in sharply as you feel him, feel the pressure, the sting.
your gasp must have scared him, he lifts himself from you to look down at you with concern.
"you okay mama?"
all you can do is nod in response trying to keep your breathing steady. frankly, you didnt think youd be this tight. obviously hes not the size of your ultra big tampons but still. you were a bit naive.
"just let me know if you need me to stop... but you gotta relax or it wont fit. trust me, ill go easy on you but you gotta breathe babe. let yourself relax... im right here."
you nodded again, maybe it was lame but you were so focused on how he felt against you, you could barely speak.
taking another deep breathe you urge his hips forward with your ankles wrapped around them, and the sting intensifies as his tip finally goes inside of you, and you were already clenching around him.
hard enough that his arms wobbled for a slight second.
"shit mama, youre so fucking tight," he sighs in ecstasy, "jesus- stop clenching around me or ill blow like a two pump chump."
that got a chuckle out of you, even though he was completely serious. the sting goes away slowly, and you press kisses down his neck to calm yourself. you wanted your lips on every inch of his body.
"keep going," you begged, your voice abnormally high and breathy.
"there you go baby, made it through the hardest part. see? its not so bad... im right here baby."
he moves his hips forward again, and you felt another inch push into you. god how did you already feel so full?
and then another inch. and another.
how fucking big is he?
"jesus jj- so full... 's too much-" you whine, your hands clinging onto his shoulders, your polished nails pressing into his skin.
"need me to stop?"
you thought for a moment before shaking your head, "no.. need more. feels so good."
and with that he pushed himself all the way to hilt, fully pressed inside your sopping wet cunt. you moan loudly, forgetting john b is just down the hall in the living room.
jj presses his lips to yours, capturing them so your tongues meet in the middle, making every thought poof from your head. youve dreamed of this moment so many times and you know youre lucky that the first time feels just as good as the fantasy, if not better.
"move, jay i need you to move... please for the love god move your hips."
he moaned into your ear before pulling back and push back into you, again and again, setting a steady pace that was safe for the both of you. safe for you because he didnt want to hurt you, and safe for him because he didnt want to come in the next two minutes.
with your head thrown back on the bed, jj begins pressing kisses across your jaw, down your neck, focusing on the sweet spots he found before. making his way down to your collar bone, your chest rising and falling drastically as he continues to pump in and out of your swollen pussy.
and finally he makes it to your breasts, beautiful and full and ready for some attention, hips lips latch around one nipple while his free hand rolls the other between his fingers teasingly.
"so fucking perfect, so fucking mine," he grumbled against your chest before switching places. he pulls off of you with a pop, a sudden idea popping into his head.
his hips fastening their pace as he looks down at the ring on your finger, before taking your hand in his, and pulling that purity ring off.
your eyes widen as you watch him carefully, watching to see what he will do as he inspects it. or at least trying to as his hips slam into yours.
he takes his necklace off, and hooking the ring onto the string before tying it back onto his neck and leaning forward back the way he was. hovering over you, and now your purity ring, thats no longer needed, dangles in front of you like a taunt.
"dont need that," he whispers in your ear quickening his pace as he feels you clenching around him, so fucking wet for him you can hear the pornographic sounds of wet skin slapping against each other. only adding fuel to your fire, "wear it so everyone knows who you fucking belong to. youre mine, y/n. say it."
oh god.
"yours," you can barely speak without moaning, "yours jay."
he slips a hand between you, his thumb working your clit perfectly as he pounds into you pushing you to the edge of another orgasm.
"yea. youre mine? coming around my cock baby, youre squeezin me to death, you gonna cover me in your cum? yea?"
you squeal at the feeling, his words, everything, this is so perfectly overwhelming. you moan, almost scream, coming again just like he said.
and hes not far behind you, driving into you before you feel him twitch inside of you, spilling into the condom shuddering around you, trying not to collapse on you.
"holy-"
"shit," you chuckle finishing his though as another ripple passes through his muscles, he pulls out and you instantly feel empty, squeezing to find something that isnt there anymore.
he lays next to you with a very satisfied smile on his face.
more like a smirk really.
"ill be damned," you smile deliriously, turning to look at him, "jj that was... i couldnt have had a better first experience. seriously..."
"glad you enjoyed it mama," he wraps an arm around you pulling him into a chest as he starts to breathe normally, his heartbeat still racing though. "you okay?"
"im perfect jay... i loved it."
"well id be happy to be of service whenever youd like-" he teases.
you slap at his chest playfully, moving to wrap a leg around his before realizing how sore you were. and soaked. he sits up almost immediately seeing your hesitation.
"let me get something to clean you up..." he grabs his boxers pulling them back on to grab a warm wet cloth from the bathroom, crouching to clean you carefully and gently.
girls at school werent lying, aftercare was arguably the best part.
he treated you with such care and so much love that it didnt matter whatever anxiety you carried from what just transpired, you were happy you did it. even if it was with your best friend.
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im very set on there being 8 survivors now, anything else cheapens the story a little for me. i think it was always going to be 8, no matter what else changed. even before the writers were set on who the 8 would be they knew the 8 roles the characters would have to fill. this was always implied in the pilot, but now im convinced.
even just going off what we've actually heard via dialogue, any more than 8 feels unlikely. at lotties compound one of them said they were "all here" implying it was just the 6 of them left alive. the other 2 would then be travis and someone else who is either dead or assumed to be dead. i know people have speculated on that line in season 1 about some survivors living off-grid but personally i still think jessica just meant travis.
the number 8 has come up a couple of times in meaningful ways and its especially relevant to understanding why it matters that they're the Yellowjackets, a soccer team. it isnt just backstory, its like the key on a map, symbolic shorthand to help you understand the wider story. their on-field dynamics and roles so often mirror the ongoing dynamics and roles of the characters.
minus duplicates (like allie/akilah being nat's duplicate) there are 8 positions in a starting line up and we know via their shirt numbers all but 1 position is assigned to a specific yellowjacket. i know this is super hard to visualise if you arent a massive soccer nerd like me so i repurposed a graphic i made a while back.
in soccer specific jersey numbers are traditionally worn by particular positions, e.g 1 for a goalie, 9 for a striker, etc. every single varsity player in this show wears a traditional number. theres no way that happens by accident, it was a choice. the image above shows you what it tells us about their field position. as you can see the unassigned role is the attacking playmaker position, the person who makes the most pressurised, pivotal decisions. the real life or death stuff. misty fills this role, she has both ended and saved more lives than the rest and i'd say destroying the blackbox was pretty damn pivotal. in the pilot when the girls run out for the pep rally she is the only one thats focused on apart from the varsity girls and theres a player missing from the line up. that seems deliberate.
you can also see the only (teen) dead of the 8 are laura lee and jackie. this is where our reserves come in. sometimes also called substitutes or game-changers (subtitution is a major theme in this show just by itself but thats another post). when a player goes down you look to the bench to see who can fill their role. laura lee and jackie have both already been subsituted: travis takes laura lees place at lotties right hand, becoming her partner in the right side of defense, naturally protective but can progress with the attack to support his winger (nat), and then melissa takes jackies place as shaunas focal point, encouraging progression and driving the attack. however, even then travis and melissa dont fit quite right. simply put, people (and cats, no matter how similar they look to the original) cant be so easily replaced. travis, melissa, and misty are often othered. never accepted as part of the core team. (i have a suspicion van was meant to die and have javi take her place positionally. for a while he seemed like he might have a similar ability to deflect death against the odds and a closeness to the wilderness travis and lottie would want to defend. imo whenever the writers decided javi was dying or van was living, the others story inevitability changed too.)
the number 8 relates to the wilderness too. the 8 the knife made at the seance when javi asked if they were all going to die? the way the symbol of the wilderness has 8 elements?
im not saying this diagram shows for sure which element represents who, but i thought i'd give you guys an idea of what im seeing.
to be clear, im absolutely not saying the survivors are all that the symbol represents. if an in-universe explanation is given it will obviously be something else (i.e. that its a map of some sort) but i think the creators of the show chose this design for a reason that perhaps relates more to the survivors than anything else. it being a map would be more of a visual backgronym, with the characters as the actual inspiration for it.
for me the symbol has to represent them because the entire point is that they and wilderness are indistinguishable. us not knowing whats the wilderness and whats them is by design. that promotional poster of the characters forming the symbol? sitting inside of it? supernatural force or not, its in them. like lottie said, "is there a difference [between it and us]?" thats the shows thesis statement.
it makes sense Tai's jersey number is the 8 when she most embodies what the wilderness represents. shes the central midfielder, equal parts attack and defense. two warring halves, neither one exactly good nor bad, just primal vs civil. as shes placed at the very center of the game she has to play equally in both her own half and the other. her finding a way to balance both sides is key and this follows because historically and mathematically 8 has often been the number that is used to represent balance, splitting evenly from 8 to 4 to 2 to 1. life vs death, creation vs destruction, spiritual vs physical. neither can exist without the other. "does a hunt that has no violence feed anyone?" = living requires killing. but too much of either and theres disruption, a hole in the ecosystem as a species exhausts its food source. I wonder if thats what the yellowjackets did. killed too freely and disrupted the balance. once again, tai would embody this. her arc this season would reflect the wider narrative in its entirety - the primal takes over and natures left unbalanced. its why i dont think any of the survivors end this show alive. not because of cosmic justice, this story isnt so much about morality, its about duality and balance. when the wolves are killing too many deer the only thing you can do to reset the scales is cull the wolves.
so yes, it always had to be 8. if the 8th survivor is melissa, then it was very likely decided long ago that one of the extras would eventually come to the fore to play this part. ultimately they were just waiting to see who they thought was the best fit (or maybe what big name older actress they might be able to snag and match to a teenager lmao). either way it always had to be someone who could step into the space jackie left in order to complete the team. no more practices or scrimmages, they know their roles now. the ones we met in the pilot; the butcher, the overseer, the shaman, etc. for so long they had no striker, no sharp point to their attack, but thats not true anymore. melissa subs in for jackie, but soccer is fluid. players can switch position due to substitution. now its shauna who leads the attack, becomes the striker, the captain, placing melissa in the space shes left behind. no more killing for necessity, this is killing for sport and every position is filled. the story until now was just match prep, this is where the game begins.
#im so totally normal about this show#yj meta#yellowjackets#yj theories#yj thoughts#shauna shipman#jackie taylor#taissa turner#van palmer#lottie matthews#misty quigley#travis martinez#laura lee#melissa yellowjackets#yj soccer posting#long post
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the fact that your comics recently are so sketchy and uncolored and unlined and still recieving such good reception is kind of an inspiration/wake up call for me. i keep wanting to make my own fancomics for a different fandom but i also keep being like "they HAVE to at least be lined, they HAVE to look 100% finished and professional"
but like, looking at your comics- especially your most recent click clack comic- i realized
they dont!!!
if i focus on the story and make it good- and that IS my focus and i KNOW itll be good if i just Do it- the choice of sketchy, of kinda unfinished, it could work, it could add to the story and motion of it
i've been following you and reading your comics and looking up to you for ages, back even in your DHMIS days- i dunno WHY it took me so long to realize that your approach could be allowed for me as well.
I'm so glad! I call them 'doodle comics' for this reason- not because I don't put my whole heart into it, but it's actually to emphasize that they ARE allowed, or even need to be, sketchy and raw and not polished. I can add colour and shading to whatever level I feel like, but I don't feel obliged to, and as you'll see in this particular comic I actually don't have a continuous style for a whole comic- different pages have different methods applied to them depending on what suits the mood of it, and ultimately the point is to make the story and keep every drop of emotion that I put into it- lineart be damned, i got work to do! 'doodle' isn't there to mean it's 'just a doodle', it means that the art is anything from a doodle upwards- and a doodle can be a very meaningful thing!
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Hello sai! hope you're well.
I wish its possible to talk through dm because its kind of vulnerable but itll do!🤗
So, this past two years i have underwent a shift in my mindset. Granted, the void is still one of my main goals but it doesn't dominate my mind like it used to. the @luckykiwiii101 series that was posted before they left the community is why i am more focused on actually using loa instead of leaving my chances up to entering the void via lucid dream.
however... i cant help but feel like im never doing enough, and what comforted me with the void was that i was using methods, TONS of methods so i find it very hard to let go and accept.
Like, i want to enter it everytime i fall asleep but to have that trust that it is a fact is hard.
Its as though all the Edward art lectures and the countless posts im reading are telling me exactly what to do but it still doesn't feel enough yknow?
i get scared when I just live my 3d and forget my desires because what if it just doesn't change? how do i know im doing it right if im not actively doing something!
Everytime i feel fulfilled in my imagination, my 3d knocks me back down to doubt because it is right there. in front of me at all times. im not exaggerating when i say that i am living the same day everyday. wake up before sunrise, go to uni, do a lab go home and bed rot or study. repeat.
even imagining has started to feel like a chore because im not feeling anything, im numb to my desires but not in a fulfilling way.
and i think its because im over actually having desires, i want to have. i dont want to yearn, i want to HAVE it thats why i dont feel when imagining.
what should i do? what would you do in my position?
i, and a lot of people here, know what it’s like to have the 3d smacking you right in the face, repeatedly.
I will say it’s okay to doubt, don’t push yourself further into a spiral with the belief that you must 100% have faith, all you need is to remind yourself that it’s already done. You’re not living this life anymore, you’re a master of the void state (if that’s something you still want) it’s already happened
manifestation should not feel like a chore, you are so much more powerful than you know and and you can have anything by just speaking something or even thinking something into existence. No other methods needed if you keep the reminder in the back of your mind that your desires are already here.
Let’s say your teacher has your name on a piece of paper to do a presentation, no matter what you do whether you try and hide away to the back corner of the class, giggle while hiding behind your friends, go extra quiet so the teacher doesn’t notice you, your name is still on that piece of paper, it’s already done. That’s it, that’s all.
If you need help with reminders, i would recommend rampages on youtube, there are a lot of very useful ones for almost every situation. You can visualise your day and revise the life you live, this especially in the state akin to sleep is so powerful.
Remember you don’t have to do anything. You don’t have to lift a finger or put any effort in, even mentally. The life you want is yours.
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do me a fucking favor, and dont call me "mate."
you cant just "it was a different time" your way out it being a fucking problem. do you not think that how common these jokes were played a hand in how prevalent transmisogyny was? if pleakley counts as representation, then there was a lot of rep at that time, because man in a dress jokes were fucking everywhere, and that was the problem!
nothing is being buried. the original movie still exists. you can still watch it and enjoy it.
stop defending pleakley like hes a real person and not a piece of fiction primarily used for a cruel joke.
you talk about seeing yourself in pleakley, but if you actually read the post youre responding too, youd know i fucking talked about how harmful it is as a child to see yourself in characters like that when they are repeatedly treated as something to be mocked or disgusted by, to see all of your family and friends laugh at the idea of a "man" who wants to be a woman and fails, and not even understand why you see yourself in that.
Personally I think removing the man in a dress joke with pleakley from the live action lilo and stitch is a net positive. Like it’s going to be bad but the removal of a transmisogynistic joke is a good thing actually
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had the worst idea ever
💫star-of-the-show reblogged badassplum . . .
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hey guys can we talk about the way the starromantics are appropriating the moonromantic flag? ive seen way too many ppl be just. chill with it??? saying mistfog like """"oh well the moon and stars are basically the same things"""" like babes have yall never looked up at the sky. those two things are Very Much Not The Same!!!!!
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the flags literally aren't? anything the same??? are you still using the moonro flag by stagefright-stardust. that guy was outed as a dischanger you know
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Wow! a clueless entitled vaugardian who without any proof decides that any astros are dischangers! stars could we just stop with the bigotry. anyways you're blinding wrong Look At This Fog:


like literally the starro flag is just two less stripes than the moonro flag. could yall not stick a moon or star onto one of them to show the difference
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Good Change, astros are annoying. We get it! You're all hopelessly infatuated with the night sky! You know alllll the little lights up there because you studied soooooo hard to get an A+ on the test!!! Leave the rest of us alone!
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my brother in stardust This Is Basic Knowledge
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like if this were me trying to get you to name the stars in the sky then yea id see how thats absurd but like???? how do ppl live like this?????
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op i feel your pain :[ EDIT I KNOW ITS ASTRONOMY STOP CORRECTING ME
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Whats the difference between an astromantic and an islander /genuine
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islanders are people from that Unnamed Island (you know the one, don't think about it). because its an island. this is most people. now scholars speculate that the Unnamed Island was really weird about stars. astromantics are people who feel like their romantic life is tied up with the island/stars. honestly im just a tranny dyke so i cant tell you what thats like
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so firstly YEAH! yeah i wish astro trauma was more talked about in the astro community! like calling stagefright a dischanger or just hating on astros. anyway obviously stagefright's not a dischanger but apparently like most astros she was taking refuge in vaugarde. However due to recent circumstances relating to a certain monarch,
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as a starro i think youre stupid. they literally have a difference of two stripes!!! i bet youre not even a real astro. to my starro followers: you all are so valid and dont allow petty infighters like op to divide us astros!
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well actually while youre right about the infighting thing yall do need a better flag than the standard one stagefright made. i drew this in like less than a minute (forgive the messiness i edited this at 2AM my time)


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that looks blinding awful. are you astrophobic or something thats such a joke. blocking you
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these are crabbing sketches??? not the real thing??? i know this is piss-on-the-poor website but come on
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Haha. what a fool you are to think me poor of reading comprehension skills. I am far above a blinded fool like you. Do you know what its like, being astromantic? every day people send me asks on anon yelling at me about my ugly white NATURAL hair, and you're just as bad as them. this is a disgrace to the astromantic community. you say in your bio that you are supportive of all astros but are you really? when you can create such mistfog as pictured above??? if you do not delete those pictures off your blog i will sneak into your house and suck off all your teeth one by one so you cannot speak your awful opinions aloud. i will tell the universe to kill your family and curse you with immortality so you can watch and suffer as horribly as i did laying my eyes upon these """""flags""""". wither and waste in the agony of your own unfulfilling and insignificant life, worthless vaugardian. be blinded forever idiot >:/
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i feel like this post is kind of getting off track could we talk about the flags again. plates' flags looked kinda cool and weren't cheap copies of each other
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you SUPPORT this fool? you SUPPORT plates, who ruins the delicate harmony of astromantic spaces through xyr tasteless insults and mockeries??? how dare you calm yourself an astro op. TRUE astros must walk through fire in order to find any happiness in their perpetual incompletion. for example, i have been persecuted by ka buan officials for my sexuality, nearly slain by vaugardian defenders, and then forced to flee to mwudu in order to survive the king. fools such as you are the reasons we haven't found the island yet. a kiddie like you needs to go back to potty training if you think plates has any credibility whatsoever. go burn up in the atmosphere and let not a soul tell where you lie
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Anyone in this thread eat crab
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Official Astromantic Post!
🔮the-universe-leads
i made this two blinding months ago and forgot about it are you seriously like. a vaugardian
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EW AN ASTRO!!! go back to the ocean you mooneyed crabs. don't you crabbing weirdos know not to infest holy everchanging sites like tumblr with your weird stupid sky obsession. lol
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Saviorshipper. blocked
🍤plates-of-heaven
savior shipper, bolcked
💎jewel8gem6
Ew, saviorshipper. blocked
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wow i cant believe ive found the original! ive only seen this in screenshots! and its only four months old!!!
🔮the-universe-leads
someone wish me out of existence already
#wow only six months old lol? this post is a mess. thx for putting this on my dash mira #poor op #islander talk #moot talk #longpost #shitpost #< i hope
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@.star-of-the-show tutorial for you stardust! i want you sososo bad
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#originally this was just gonna be the pride flag discourse but as you can see this is Not just the pride flag discourse#anyway pride flag discourse in isat would be insane. colorpicking grays to make sure you're not accidentally using a diff flag#for humors#forgotten homeward star#dash sim#in stars and time#isat#dash simulator#russet rambles#update: fixed a few minor things. added follows and a few tags for sif#isat spoilers
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I dont think Iwaoi was "love at first sight" per se, but I do think Iwaizumi met Oikawa, and within a few days realized he would, eventually, fall in love with him.
I think when they reached middle school, Iwaizumi sat down beside Oikawa in their class on the first day and looked at him, and really looked, and thought: yeah. He's gonna get me one day.
And when Oikawa has his first middle school girlfriend, Iwaizumi isn't jealous at all. No crush, no secret love, he couldnt care less. But he thinks: shit. If I fall in love with him now, it's going to hurt.
But he doesnt. And they continue to grow up together. And people tease him, ask him if he thinks any girls are cute or if he's ever going to get a girlfriend and he plays it off as gross and says no because actually, im going to fall in love with Oikawa, sounds a little weird.
And the longer it takes the more confused Iwaizumi gets. Like he knows, one day, he's going to feel it. He knows it'll happen as sure as he knows which direction the sun rises, but he's also happy just being his best friend.
And then one day, finally, one day, at the beginning of their third year, Oikawa laughs and leans in a little too close as he's teasing him, and Iwaizumi's heart does a heavy thump in his chest and he just goes.
Ah. There it is. I was waiting for you.
And so there, in that exact moment, when his heart had finally caught up with what his soul had known on the spot, he asks if Oikawa has any plans that evening, and asks him out.
And Oikawa has the audacity to be surprised.
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