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#picture i took (edited slightly) today#i got lost in the woods with no cell service and low tank of gas and 14% battery#its a part of a Pinterest board#Ooppopinterest
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my life has changed since I learned how to play Bachâs Invention No. 13 from memory on the piano
#itâs so good. Iâm ready to flex at a momentâs notice#unfortunately I told my students this and they thought it was so funny and now they want me near a piano#this is part of whatâs causing the anxiety. Iâm flying a little too close to the sun in how I talk to them these days#akskjejejeejjejejejjejejdjejej#some students: hey you dress like the perfect ideal of an English teacher I could make a Pinterest board about you#me: yeah I know#lakekekeejejejej I HAVE to get the ego in check#and I said it with a smile!#but yeah a lot is sort of âŚ. cresting at school rn and breaking through#and itâs good and also brings with it its own fears and also I like Taylor have some gremlin energy and like to fly too close to the sun#wow this was a journey#Saturdays are for processing#but yeah Bach helps#akkskskejejjeje#teaching tag#I guess?
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thinking about my incredibly intricate insane oc sims 3 save today
#i love them so much like actually#i have a 500 pin pinterest board for them#like genuinely became a permanent part of my life it has its own corner of my brain#it has toxic lesbians golden daughter scapegoat ghost son whos gay with his imaginary friend#a deadbeat father who spends all the money on his resort and a mom whos content with how things are even tho she shouldnt be#i cant even convey to u guys how insane the toxic lesbian relationship in this save was guys#im so serious#things were happening IN GAME that you could not even do yourself if you tried#i haven't played it in a while i need to continue this insane storyline#pandas.txt
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đżđżđż straight up bullying from @profesionalpartyguest guys
#chat#so funny bc i actually have like threeeee??? one part of the pv board one seperate for my fic and one thats like a my ocs blah and blah#from ts2 or WHATEVER#idek i dont be using pinterest likw that anymore HELP#its literally so cluttered
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If i have to see one more âthis is so ethel cain coreâ comment i am gouging out my eyes And offering them to the heavens as penitence for the horrors of the human race. We have failed o lord
#she did not invent churches or southern gothic or the midwest!!!!!!!! Beats you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!#this insistence on ascribing every element of a broader whole (i.e. movement) to one individual is going to kill me#can you only understand the beauty in something if an artist you admire champions it. if they sell it as part of their brand#she is an artist not a cumulation of pictures. we are so aesthetic-centric it gets concerning#only seeing life through the lens of a label. something others categorise for us or something we insist can be categorised at all#not to mention how dehumanising it is to have your being reduced to pinterest boards. or the art you worked on for years#because it isnt about what you make or who you are; it is the appeal of whatever image you project. we must all be carefully curated#so we can be successfully sold. i know times change and we invent new phrases but i hate it so much. with all its implications#can we all just be alive together is it enough. Say it is enough#log
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nina do you ever plan on posting the remainder of pep?
this is nonsensical but this is how i feel ig
#i'll edit this later idk i just wanted to get this out#but idk pep like triggers the shit out of me if im real#i loved peppermint but i got very sick writing it#i was not treated kindly all the time it was v stressful#the formatting is hideous#i want to private it but i wont#im also an adult lady i dont want to write about my high school style anymore like i just really dont#like its not totally finished its mostly just dialogue and id have to fill in the gaps and think a lot idk#thinking about peppermint gives me hives#im sorry i know we loved that fanfic#and ill think about just spoiling it in one go at some point MAYBE but i just want to move on#like i seriously just want to be free of peppermint like thank you for getting me here but i have so much more i wanna do#theres so much au style i wanna flesh out ( which tbh my tfbw s+k are the most similar to pep style just Super and Villian )#new stuff i want to explore i just...i can talk about pep every once and a while but i dont really like doing it all the time#its just very overwhelming for me and i really have just moved past it so idk its ok if u dont want to stay for#my rm stuff or my other ncu stuff like if u are only here for peppermint i will not be hurt if u dont wanna stay#but im not really in the headspace to talk about it and dont really want to rip that wound open anymore im trying to heal#im glad that that fanfic brought me all of you#you were the best part of writing peppermint#thank you and i'm sorry#edit: oof u can tell where i started to have a panic attack#but feel free to ask me about tkak or the tfbw style#i can link you the references and the pinterest boards are fire i promise i am cooking a lot i feel a lot abt those
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uuughghgh the words have not been happening recently :'( guess i'll make a mood board for the werewolf au instead
#or...hmm...maybe i'll make mood boards for each of its three parts/chapters#either way. we're spending the rest of this evening on pinterest#whining wombat
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imagine rei in the reicket. and the reans
#i only own the jacket but im so glad i got it when it was in stock#its so clear from the different items as you look close that they got the gay intern to rip random pinterest boards for 'vintage anime'#which is craaaaazy cause its actual intellectual property and is unlicensed but from an actual reputable brand#usually id complain about that a little but this part of my interest basically never has wearables#and also its hilarious that it has REIS EYES PLASTERED ALL OVER IT#makes it a lil bit uncanny#also as a jfashion/vintage/showa/lolita etc person this well and truly matches everything i own#i pride myself on having some really cool jackets#i want to slowly acquire more limited event staff jackets for jp food and snack brands#i have a REALLY REALLY CUTE limited pekochan fujiya anniversary staff nylon bomber jacket in red#and a more tracksuity water resistant cc lemon drink branded jacket#i bought a calpis water varsity jacket but sadly it turned out to be extensively mold damaged so its sat in a bag rn waiting for deep clean#oniisama e#brand is new girl order i own the matching mesh shirt iirc#its kind of a nightmare to find now especially cause it didnt have a very specific name and its no longer stocked#but feel free to seek it out obviously i am no gatekeeper
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#im just gonna keep complaining#so okay. in any media like fanfic or IF like its not the level of writing skill that's the problem#there's always gonna be better or worse ones#its that the priorities are getting skewed especially here on tumblr dot com#and also due to booktok#you ever read a book popular on tiktok and its like the writing is just vibes. just a moodboard#its like that for IF nowadays.......#by all means make pinterest boards and enjoy the tropes like girl who doesnt!! its fun#but that stuff is just icing on the cake or just preliminary to figuring out the world#and tone of the story#IFs be having the most beautiful gorgeous tumblrs and aesthetics but the writing Isnt There#and the writing is tje important part#anyway pls don't take this as hate or me dragging anyone#i just notice it bc with COG and HG#where these kinds of IFs were popularized#like idk it used to be real plain looking. real bare bones.#dashingdon doesnt let u customize shit#so i wasnt as catfished by meh writing LOL
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# HOW TO SEDUCE YOUR NEIGHBOR 101 !!
CHAPTER ii. [9.1k words]
ŕ¨ŕ§âŹâpairing: toji fushiguro x fem! reader
ŕ¨ŕ§âŹâsynopsis: the shopping trip you were forced to go on with Toji doesn't go exactly as planned.
ŕ¨ŕ§âŹâwarnings: taboo cw! + semi-smut + age difference (reader is 19 and toji is 34 ) + slow burn + one-sided pining + attempt at humor + slice of life + reader takes multiple L's + megumi is mentioned + reader gets objectified (not by toji) + toji is a serial hoe
ŕ¨ŕ§âŹâa/n: make sure to check out my main post! ive included a pinterest board for everything described + a playlist âĄ
MAIN POST | part i. > part ii. > part ii.
You didn't know if it was a blessing in disguise, or a curse. Perhaps a cruel joke the world was playing on you like it always did. Yet here you were again, your knee high fluffy socks skidding across the oakwood flooring of your room, scouring through your closet like a deranged cat looking for something to wear on today's decor run.
"Shoes, shoesâŚI'm missing shoes," digging through the furthest corner in the enclosed space of your closet, you spotted an unopened box on one of the shelves. It was a simple pair of heeled, white mary janes with a heart buckle. You got it 2 birthdays ago but never saw an opportunity to wear them, until now.
Your mother told you that Toji was picking you up at 10:30 am despite you telling her that you would go after lunch.
'He's a busy man. He said this is the only time he's free today.'
"Yeah, of course he is. Always busy doing God knows what." Sighing, you decided on your ensemble for this morning. It was rushed and unplanned, but it would have to do.
Looking at the time on your phone, you saw that it was 10:15. You've still got 15 more minutes left till Toji arrives to pick you up. Letting out a breath, you sat on your bed, shoe cladded toes tapping the floor as your knee bounced, restlessly waiting.
Going over to your floor length mirror, you checked over your choice of outfit once more. It wasn't too cold of a day, so you opted for a knitted long sleeved, off-the-shoulder, cream toned sweater dress that hugged your curves. With its hem stopping just right underneath your ass.
You were debating between thigh highs or leg warmers, but decided leg warmers looked better scrunched down on your ankles with the shoes you opted to wear. You didnât do much with your hair last night since you were only at home, but since you were going out in public today, you felt like doing something with it. Something cute specifically, as you opened your vanity drawer deciding which accessory to wear today. Picking some silk ribbon you saw laying about, you braided it into your hair, sealing it with a rubber band and tying an extra ribbon into a bow to conceal it. And finally, you had your bag. Well, more like bear. The teddy bear backpack you had on matched well with the neutral color scheme. So, you went for it. Honestly, you reminded yourself of a doll. A doll with a pretty face, and a whole lot of problems.
Taking a deep breath, you puffed out your chest. Your confident expression stared back at you, but on the other side of that mirror you felt nothing but anxiety simmering the longer you stood there in silence.
"I might as well wait for Toji outside then." It was no use standing around in your room. The bed looked way too inviting as it only made you think of excuses not to go. You wouldn't let your bed get the best of you this time.
Walking down the stairs, you headed towards the entrance, petting your cat's furry head along the way. Upon opening the door, you were met with the sight of freshly layered snow. It was thin, barely half an inch thick, but it already had you feeling a little better with the anticipation of making a snowman with it once the days got colder. You remember there was a time when you used to do that with Toji.
God, you can't even reminisce about the past without Toji having some part in it.
You desperately needed to figure out how you were going to do this.
Last night was a bust. Not much progress was made besides the fact that Toji actually spoke to you for the first time in years. Not that he had much chance to do so sooner even if he wanted to, with you a couple hours away from home and all. But it was the bare minimum. Right now you needed a plan, and you needed to think of one fast.
Standing against the railing of your porch, you sorted through your thoughts. You're going to get picked up by Toji in less than 10 minutes. You'll ride in his car, pretend that everything's okay because it is, you'll buy whatever this party needs, and if it goes well you'll confront him on the ride back home. And that'll be the end of that.
Easy.
But when is anything ever easy when it comes to that man. Nothing. The answer has always been nothing.
This line of thought has you so deep into your own frustration that you don't even realize you've been ranting to your teddy bear backpack. Murmuring to it harshly, and rolling your eyes like you're gossiping with a friend about the latest dumb thing that happened on Twitter today.
And it's only when you see a black pickup truck from your peripheral vision pulling up, that you stare back at the bear in horror. Mind being snapped back to the present, and feeling embarrassed that you were seen like this. A man was causing you this much turmoil, that you've been complaining to a damn backpack about it.
Quickly putting your bag back on, you smoothed out your sweater dress. You really fucking hope he didn't see that.
Facing towards the driveway you paused. Your eyes widened, already in awe at the vehicle as you saw it more clearly up close.
The last car you saw Toji with was an old, red Toyota truck. It did itâs job, but definitely not without a couple repairs here and there every so often (that you may or may not have checked him out while he was doing so.) So seeing this new, shiny, black Chevy parked right outside the driveway was definitely an exciting upgrade. The wheels were lifted, making the body higher than its original design, and the windows were tinted midnight black, making it nearly impossible to see who was inside unless you stuck a cheek to the glass.
Overall it was big, and intimidating.
Just like him.
'Guess those freelancing jobs paid off then.â
*BEEP BEEP*
Jesus. You didn't even notice Toji had already parked. How long were you just staring at it for? If he started to honk at you, it mustâve been more than what society deemed normal.
Running up to the passenger side of the truck, albeit meekly, you stopped right in front of the door just as the tinted windows were being pulled down giving you a better view of the inside. There sat Toji on the other side, upper body turned and facing towards you with one hand still on the wheel.
Tojiâs eyes almost popped out of his sockets at your appearance but it was quickly masked by a look of amusement.
"You busy daydreaming or what?"
Ignoring his remark, you placed your hands on the edge of the cold glass, peering up at him and around the interior.
âSo, new truck huh?â
"Oh this? Yeah, got it not too long ago after receiving my payment forâŚ.from work."
You squinted your eyes in suspicion, noticing that he caught his words, but you weren't going to question it. No, you were going to let it go. You knew he wouldnât tell you anything anyway, most likely just brushing it off as suddenly being hit with a stutter. He never spoke about his âoverseasâ jobs that he apparently racked up stacks of cash from, and despite him saying it was only freelancing work, you had a hunch it was something a lot shadier than that. You werenât that dumb. Which is exactly why you werenât going to ask.
Choosing to stay oblivious, you gave a compliment instead. "It's nice, Toji. Really."
You were about to open the door to get in and cut the small talk short (and because youâd rather bask in the in-system heating than out in the cold) but it wouldnât budge. It was still locked. Why isnât he unlocking the door?
Instead of unlocking the door for you like normal people do when picking up a person with their car, Toji isn't exactly someone you'd consider normal. Instead, Toji looked you up and down slowly as an awkward silence took over. You stood there rigid, allowing him to unashamedly undress you with his eyes. At least you think that's what he was doing. Heâs being really bold todayâŚdoes he seriously not plan to open this door?!
Your mind was running a mile per minute. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but you kind of liked the attention he was giving you right now. Especially since he hadnât bothered to give you any last night. Not that you blame him. Looks like the effort you had put in, despite being rushed, was working, leaving him dumbstruck. You felt proud that you managed to have him speechless.
Unfortunately, your sudden boost in ego was quickly shut down.
"What the hell are you wearing?" Oh. Talk about anticlimactic.
"Huh? W-what do you mean?"
"I mean," He stood there, a single eyebrow raised, and vaguely gesturing to your form with his hand, "This."
Looking around to see if anyone else was witnessing this, you quirked your head in question. "What about it?"
"I know ya didn't just decide to go out looking like that when it's freezing out here. Go back upstairs and put some real clothes on." He looked at you sternly with a scowl etching onto the scarred side of his lip, arms crossing in front of his chest.
Was Toji actually scolding you right now? The nerve of this guy!
You hadnât seen it right away, but after staring back at him in disbelief at what you were hearing, you noticed his own personal ensemble.
Thereâs no damn wayâŚ
Looking up and down at him as he had done to you just moments prior, you saw that he was wearing an unzipped puffer jacket with a hoodie underneath which was fine, you had no issues regarding that. The problem was what he was wearing below.
This man, who was condemning you on your sweater dress because it was apparently unfit for âfreezingâ temperatures, was wearing shorts and slides. At least he wore socks with it, if he hadnât you think you may have actually gone back home and let him do the shopping himself.
You couldnât help but let out a short laugh, but quickly shut up after seeing Toji wasnât finding this as amusing as you were.
This was crazy.
Tilting your head to the side, you scrunch your nose in disbelief. âYouâre telling me to put warmer clothes on, when youâve got shorts and slides on?â
Toji was quick to counter. âItâs not the same, donât compare it.â
âYeah it is!â
âLook kid, Iâm not gonna argue with ya. Either change your clothes, or stay home.â
Thatâs exactly what you want to do. But you know deep down you canât, you already told yourself you had to sort things out with him. And the first step to that, is sorting this out.
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After a couple pleading looks and adamant convincing of, 'I'm not cold!' 'I swear I'm fine. It doesn't even feel like winter out here!'
Toji relented. Letting out a sigh, shaking his head as he told you, 'Fine, whatever. But donât come cryinâ at my feet when your stubborn ass gets sick and your mom gets mad at you.'
Now here you were, seated on the heated, brand new black leather seats of his Chevy after he finally gave in and unlocked the door, letting you in. You spent the trip with your head resting against the palm of your hand somberly, as you watched the scenery of snowy trees and other cars pass by.
The awkwardness throughout the entire car ride was at an all-time high. Higher than what it'd started out with earlier. You were both quiet; your brain a little less. Toji's disappointment regarding your attire was a total blow to your ego. You were just trying to look cute.
Not like it was meant for him anyway.
Is what you wanted to try convincing yourself in order to feel better, but really, you knew it was a lie.
As for Toji, that thought you had earlier about him ogling you? It was right on the money.
But he had to quickly save face by instead acting like a concerned adult worrying about the wellbeing of his innocent, young neighbor. If he was being honest, he didnât give two shits about what you chose to wear. As long as it was for his eyes only.
Yes, he knew heâd hurt your feelings for telling you to go change. He understood that he was being overbearing and unreasonable especially after you brought up his own attire, but you had to understand. He physically couldnât accept seeing you wearing an outfit that barely covered your ass like that in public when he should be the only one to see you looking like that. Yes, he was sick for looking at you that way and he knew that which is exactly why he needed you to cover up. Both so that no other creepy assholes (except himself) could see you that way, and because he doesnât think he could control his thoughts about you for the next couple hours you have alone together. Itâs why he had to shift in his seat a couple times. Though, you didnât notice that.
This game you were playing with him? This seducing thing? With little skirts and shit, yeah it was doing something to him.
Maybe you havenât changed as much as he thought. As they say, old habits die hard.
After about 15 more minutes of unspoken thoughts, you finally arrived at the store.
Why did you agree to do this again? Oh yeah, you didn't.
Unbuckling your seatbelt, you took a deep breath to try and regain your composure. Just focus on the task. Opening the door, you hopped down and out onto the recently snow-shoveled pavement with Toji following suit as he turned off the truck, taking the keys from the ignition and shutting the door behind him.
You could feel Tojiâs burning gaze boring into your back as he walked behind you, keeping a slight distance between you and him but still enough that people could tell that you two came together. Entering into the store, you whipped out your phone, unlocking it and clicking on the notes app filled with a list of things you needed to get that your mom instructed you two to buy. You crossed your fingers hoping you could get all this done quickly and smoothly.
Obviously, life loves to humor you because things did not go smoothly.
Everything was going well at first, you scoured the aisles looking for streamers, fairy lights, pretty napkins, silver and white balloons, and whatever else was needed; putting it all into the basket that Toji was holding, still following you like a sort of puppyâor more like a guard dog with the menacing aura he carried around himself with every step he took.
Walking around youâd occasionally find something that caught your eye, tinkering around with the item for a couple seconds before putting it back down and walking over to the next intriguing thingâlike a snow globe you found of a character you recognized filled with pink and white sparkly snow. You bet your ass you added that one to the basket. That hello kitty snow globe was a need, not a want. How something like that even found its way to a store like this was beyond you, but hey, you werenât complaining.
You even found cute little hats while looking around and managed to get Toji to wear a pair of elf ears while you wore a Santa hat, telling him a silly joke about how he was Santaâs jolliest helper. That only earned you a huff, and roll of his eyes as he took off the ears and pulled the hat you wore down over your face, chuckling as he watched you make dramatics about how you were being suffocated despite being able to breathe perfectly fine.
Interacting like this with him gave you butterflies. Youâd let him ruin your perfectly styled hair if it meant things were going back to the way they used to be between you both.
Everything was going fine.
You were actually havingâŚfun. Which you hadnât anticipated. You were so caught up about feeling like you were on thin ice with Toji, and though you still sort of felt that way, you felt ecstatic that things were beginning to feel normal. Like nothing even happened.
âHmm, looks like the last thing on this list are more scented candles. Thought we already had some? Oh well.â You shrugged your shoulders. You think your own obsession with candles might have stemmed from your mom now that you think about it.
Toji leaned his body over your shoulder, looking down over your list himself at the check marked boxes except for one. You immediately stiffened up, not expecting him to get so close to you, and especially not for him to make body contact with you. You wish you didnât have all these layers in the way. You internally shook the thought off before it could escalate. Now was not the time to be having these touched starved thoughts!
Pulling away from you, but still keeping close enough that you could feel the warmth radiating from his body, he put the basket down next to your feet. âYeah, I saw a couple of those on the other aisle we passed by.â
âOh good! One of us can get it. Stay here and Iâll quickly-â Your suggestion didnât even have a chance to reach the other end of Tojis ears before it got shut down.
âNah, you stay here, and stay put while I grab it. And donât go straying off you understand, kid?â Toji looked down at you, waiting for your answer. Heâd rather not leave your side, especially since he didnât trust that you wouldnât get distracted by something and walk off like a lost mouse-but he tried to reason out in his head that it was only one item. Heâd quickly get it and come back, and youâd still be there.
You werenât going anywhere.
So why did he find it so hard to walk away from you? Must be some type of trauma he thinks.
Nodding your head, with a âMhm! Promise. Not going anywhere. Nope, staying put.â Toji searched your face to see if you were lying but decided you werenât, and began jogging off towards another aisle in a different section of the store.
He couldnât help but have a bad feeling about this as he looked over at all the scented candles, picking up the most expensive looking ones.
âSânot my money anyway..â
Maybe he shouldâve just taken you along with him. Itâs not like it wouldâve caused the both of you any more hassle than going alone would. Shit. Something was gnawing at Toji to hurry the hell up and get back to you. As he briskly walked to the aisle where he had left you, he was met with something far worse than overpriced dĂŠcor, and it had him seething.
There you were, face scrunched up, and looking highly uncomfortable as some random guy, around your age it seemed, was trying to flirt with you.
Keyword: Trying.
Toji didnât know who this guy was but he knew damn well what was happening, and he wasn't going to let it slide. Not on his watch. That he wasn't even wearing.Â
You hadn't noticed Toji's arrival yet. Still preoccupied with keeping calm and trying to ignore this random man that thought it would be chivalrous of himself to make comments about your body. Saying things about how he doesn't know why your man let you out like that, and if you were his bitch he wouldn't let you out his sight.
It's a good thing Toji wasn't there to hear any of that.
What Toji did hear as he was silently coming up behind the both of you, that almost made him run up and deck the guy in the nuts was when he leaned his body down exaggeratedly to look at your ass and said, "DAMN. That's more ass thanâŚ. I've seenâŚ.in a while!"
This prick didn't even know where the hell he was going with that line, but Toji sure knew where that guy was gonna end up if he tried it again.
At this point, you were more than ready to kick this guy in the balls, but you didn't want to anger him. Who knows what this guy has got going on in his head? He's harassing you at a decor store for fucks sake!
Before you were thinking about making a run for it to the direction of where Toji had gone, deeming your situation helpless without him; it seemed like someone finally answered your prayers because the moment you looked back, there he was standing right behind the both of you.
'How did I not notice him?? He's wearing slides for god sake! I should've heard the 'plip' 'plaps'!'
"The fuck are you doing?"
The guy was still leaning down when Toji spoke up. He was about to cuss out whoever this other guy was for interrupting his daily "I objectify women for fun" hobby, until he looked up. There Toji stood, 6'2, built like he was made for war, in his shorts and slides, holding candles, and a look so threatening etched onto his face, you think this guy may have almost shit his pants. If the audible gulp meant anything.
"O-oh fuck. Look sir, I was just admiring your hard work, very beautiful daughter you have here. Didn't realizeâŚSorry." The way he ran away was almost pitiful. Almost. But none of you had any pity for trash.
'Well that was quick', Toji thought. He assumed he might've had to light up this candle he was holding and choke him with it but it seems that wouldn't be happening today.
That's one less crime the authorities could pinpoint on him.
Turning his attention towards you, he asked if you were alright.
"Sort ofâŚnot really. Being objectified isn't exactly the greatest feelingâŚ" Toji noticed the way you hugged your hands around yourself, most likely trying to cover up. Suddenly feeling too exposed for comfort despite attempting to brush the interaction off.
Maybe you should've listened to Toji earlier and changed your clothes to something more fitting for winter weather. Screw looking cute.
Though, the regret didn't have a chance to get very far because suddenly you were being brought back to the present.
"Lift your arms up."
Huh? "Wh- why?" The next thing he did nearly had your heart leaping out of your chest. Taking off his puffer jacket, he nudged your arms to lift up so he could help put it through the holes of the sleeves. After checking to make sure it was on properly, he zipped it up a bit more than halfway and patted you down in an effort to make you look a little bit less like the emo version of the Michelin Man.
"You gonna be okay?" You were still a little surprised at the gesture, especially since it was coming from him of all people, but you answered, "..Yeah. Yeah, I'll be okay."
"Good. Lemme finish paying for all this crap and I'll drop you off at your place."
Leading the way towards the cashier, he placed his large palm over your lower back and kept it there until your goods were paid for, and you were out the door.
Situating yourself on the seats of Toji's car, you couldn't help but feel a smile creep up on you, desperately trying to bite it back. You're wearing his coat.
He put his coat on you.
You think you could die of happiness right now. But, you'll save that for later. That whole fiasco that happened at the store still had your mood all sour. You really didn't want to go home yet. And as Toji began to pull out of the parking lot, you spoke up.
"Toji? I don't really feel like going home yet.."
"Yeah? Aight. We'll stop somewhere, I know a place."
Nodding your head, you mumbled a 'thanks', grateful that he took the hint and didn't try to argue with you or ask any questions. Toji can be empathetic when he wants to be sometimes.
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Apparently, when Toji said he 'knew a place', you didn't expect it to beâŚthis.
"Cinnabon? Really?"
"What? You don't like their cinnamon buns? We can go someplace else if you don't want em.âÂ
You paused. Well, now that you were thinking about itâŚ"Okay. Yeah. Yeah, I do like those."
âBesides,â Walking over to the counter to order, Toji got into line, âI remember ya telling me one time that you liked this place."Â
He still remembers something like that?Â
You didnât answer. Instead you followed the nod of Tojiâs head telling you to leave the ordering to him and to go find a table to sit at. Looking around, you saw that all the tables were already preoccupied. Damn. Walking back to Toji, you suggested ordering it to go and just finding some place else to sit at like that wooden bench you saw just outside the establishment, which he seemed to favor far more.
Leaving him to his vices, you exited the shop and went to sit outside on the storefront bench, patiently waiting for Toji to get back with your food. Looking around there was still a thin sheet of snow covering some areas of the pavement, most having melted throughout the day or driven over by now. Yet it seemed as though the temperature had no plans of rising as you breathed out a puff of steam, remaining at its crisp, nearly frosty condition. It felt peaceful.
The few minutes of alone time you had to yourself was the most silence your brain has allowed itself to be in within the 24 hours of Tojis reintroduction into your life.Â
The oversized puffer jacket you still had on made those hours feel shorter by reminding you of just how much "excitement" had managed to happenâyou bet you looked silly as hell with it engulfing your frame, but you couldn't find it in you to care about that at this moment. Especially since it was serving its purpose of protecting you against the cold that you found yourself surrounded by as you sat there waiting.
Leaning back against the wood, you felt something hindering you from going all the way. Your teddy bear backpack. You forgot you even had it on as it was hidden underneath the coat Toji had quickly put on you. Yeah, you must've looked really stupid. Fighting back a grimace and ignoring the fact for your own peace of mind, you went to remove the coat. Leaving it piled behind you on the bench as you took off your bag, placing it onto your lap.Â
Reaching into your bag, you took out your trusty emergency makeup kit. Wouldn't hurt to do a quick touch up⌠Looking over in the direction of the sudden sound of a bell being rung, you peered over to your left to see that it was just someone stepping foot out the shop with a cup of what looked to be hot chocolate.Â
'Hopefully Toji get's back soon.'
Focusing back on the task at hand, you clicked open a compact inspecting the state of the way you looked with the mirror. The sight that greeted you brought out a breath of relief. Not a single thing out of place. But just in case, you patted on a little bit of powder for good measure, and reapplied your clear lipgloss so the cold air could struggle to nip at your lips.Â
After assessing what needed to be assessed, you put your pouch back into your bag and immediately piped up at the sound of the door chiming again. You couldn't help but do a small cheer as you saw that it was finally Toji approaching you, carrying a bag containing your icing drenched cinnamon bun, a hot drink of some sort, and a bottle of water.Â
Handing you your food and drink, you thanked him and immediately dug in once it was within your grasp. Taking a bite, a bit of steam emitted from the warm and gooey bun melting on your tongue, flooding your taste buds with a mix of sweet and nutty spice. Damn, you were a lot hungrier than you thought. But you suppose that's due to having skipped breakfast in the morning. Stuffing more into your mouth, your eyes met Toji's to see him already sitting beside you and looking down at you, snickering.
"Hwat?" The question came out muffled from your cheeks being stuffed like a squirrel.
He looked off to the side for a second, still snickering before he answered, "Nothin."Â
Swallowing your food down harshly, you pouted with your brows scrunched together and took notice that you were the only one eating.Â
"How come you didn't get yourself one?"
He deadpanned. "I don't want diabetes."Â
"RightâŚof course notâŚ" Such a Toji answer, you thought.
It felt a little weird to be the only one eating, but he kept refusing everytime you asked if he was absolutely sure he didnât at least want a bite. It was silent between you two except for the occasional slurp of your drink, and you think Toji noticed it too because suddenly he started conversing with you, catching up a little bit on how the both of you have been.
"So kid, how's the university life been treatin' ya?"
"Hm? Oh uhm, it's been alright I guess." You shrugged, fork still in hand.
"Just alright? Sounds pretty lackluster to me."
"It is." You sighed.Â
"You tellin' me you don't, what- party? Or done those weird cultist initiations you kids do at sororities."Â
"YeahâŚno. I'm too busy actually studying most of the time. I've been to like 2-ish? parties, but that's about it. And sororities? You couldn't possibly pay me to join one of those.â Youâve heard one too many stories of premature deaths being caused by sororities. You didnât particularly feel like gambling your chances. Plus, you werenât really into the whole sisterhood-brotherhood thing, too weird.
As the conversation progressed between your frankly unexciting school life, Toji recalled some neighborhood fiasco that happened while you were away.Â
"...Then this kid's boyfriend starts beating up the guy that tried to take her purse."
"No way! This really happened in our neighborhood? Where like.. nothing ever happens?" To think that a crime had actually happened in the most safest, suburban of neighborhoods that you lived in for your whole life and you weren't there to witness it.
"I'm tellin' ya it was set up to make himself look good. A robbery in broad daylight? In this neighborhood? Bullshit."
"Why does all the exciting shit always happen when I'm not around?" You whined, sighing out your disappointment.
Closing the box to your nearly finished cinnamon bun and placing it beside you on the bench, you suddenly remembered something.Â
"By the way! My mom told me you have a son? How come you never mentioned him to me before?"
And just like that, Tojis brows immediately furrowed as if the question was one he hadn't expected to be asked, especially not coming from you. Leaning forward with a grunt, he rested an elbow on his knee, propping a palm under his chin as he proceeded to look at you with the most dramatically bored expression youâve ever seen on someone's face- one that rivaled even yours.
It screamed, âlet's get this shit over with.â
"You never asked. Besides, why you askin' about him now?"Â
You noticed the way his mood instantly changed after mentioning him but...it was probably nothing right?
Regardless, he didn't seem to be exactly⌠excited at the mention of his son, so you treated lightly with your next words. âWell, my mom is telling me that I should start looking for a good boy to date and she mentioned your son.âÂ
He laughed out in disbelief. âGumi? That boy? Ha, good luck with that. He wouldnât know the first thing on how to treat a girl.âÂ
He couldnât treat you the way I could. Is what he wanted to say.Â
Awkwardly you answered, âWell⌠anyway, I don't think he even goes to my UniâŚI think. So it wouldn't really be an option.âÂ
Toji stayed silent.Â
The sudden uncomfortable silence that took over had you overthinking all over again.Â
What's wrong? Does he have a bad relationship with his son? Is that why he looks irritated? Should I ask? No. He might get more irritated. Shit. Okay, subject change.
Slamming your hands onto your thighs a little too hard in an attempt to calm your nerves, the sound seemed to catch Tojis attention. Snapping him out of whatever trance he was in, and back to his usual demeanor.
You rubbed your arms out of awkwardness. âSooo, yeah. Sucks, I wasn't there to witness a fraudulent act of chivalry right in my own neighborhood."
Toji was thankful you moved on from the topic of his son, he didnât want to think of that little squirt right now.Â
But then it got him wonderingâŚ
"You ever had a boyfriend before?"Â
The question surprised you a little. Okay maybe a lot. You didn't think he'd be even remotely interested in your love life.Â
"No⌠I've never had one." While there was no shame in not having had a significant other at your age, still you couldn't help but feel embarrassed admitting it to Toji.
Toji raised a brow in suspicion. "You sure you're staying clear of boys?"Â
This behavior he was exhibiting was starting to confuse the hell out of you. First he scolds you on your attire this morning, and now he's interrogating you on your love life? He was being way overprotective, almost acting as a parent, and it was seriously beginning to make you feel hopeless.Â
You nodded. "Yes, Toji. I'm not interested in college guys. They don't know what they're doing,"
That answer seemed to be good enough for Toji, but to both his and your utter surprise you continued, "But I've done other things."
Straightening his back up against the wooden bench in interest, Toji beckoned you to continue on. Truth be told, he didn't want to hear you talking about boys. Just the thought of you with some dumbass little boy made him irrationally bothered. But there was one thing itching at him to ask.Â
One thing he simply had to know.
"Oh yeah?"
"Just casual stuff. Nothing serious.."
Toji hummed. It was cute how you were beating around the bush about whatever 'things' you've done. He'll humor you this time around.
"We talkin' the 'clothes on' type of stuff?"
"WellâŚnot exactly.."Â
Your lack of elaboration following your answer made Toji egg you on further.
"Don't start gettin' all shy on me now. Let me take a guess, this has somethin' to do with how you mentioned that college boy's don't know what they're doing, yeah?
And like clockwork, the words proceeded to flow past the tip of your tongue without a second thought.
"Remember how I also mentioned earlier that I've gone to only a few parties? Well at one of those parties, I got left alone by my friends in favor of hooking up with some guys they thought were hot."Â
"Sounds like some shitty friends."Â
You grunted. "Tell me about it. Anyways, here I am, sitting alone on this couch that's thankfully only mildly sticky from whatever wasted student had spilled their drink on top of it, and this guy sits right next to me. We talk, things happen, and we find an empty room."
Toji hums, signaling to you that he's still listening.
Immediately, irritation is apparent on your face by the way your eyes narrow as you recall the memory. "He puts his hands in my pants and this dumbass can't for the life of him find where my clit is and is just rubbing around. Then he has the nerve to ask if I came yet!? Bitch I'm not even moaning!"
Toji nods, intently listening to your rant. Biting back his amusement at your outburst.
"And the same fuckin thing happens again except with a different guy I had been seeing for less than a week. Exceptâget this, he asks me what a clit is. Like are you for real!?"
Taking a deep breath, you tried channeling your nerves. "So that's that. College boy's don't know where the clit isâhell, they don't even know of its existence."Â
Slumping your shoulders, you kicked at the tiny stones on the cement with your shoe.Â
"It's why I've never gone further than that."Â
If you were being honest, even if those guys did know their way around a woman's body, you don't think you could find it within yourself to stick around for it. You already knew what your mind was banging against your skull to say. Deep down, somewhere in the backrooms of your brain, you know it's because of Toji. It's always been him; the man you're still holding out for. Hoping he'd be the one to take your virginity.Â
Whatever. It was a pipe dream anyway. And you definitely weren't going to tell him that.
Speaking of telling himâŚ
âWhy did you tell him all that!? Why did you have to run your mouth!!â
You stammered out an apology. The gravity of what you just up and confessed dawned on you, leaving you a cringing mess from within.
"I-I'm sorryâŚI don't even know why im telling you all this-"
Toji is quick to dismiss the apology. Truth be told, he was delighted to hear that you were still a virgin.
âDon't worry bout itâ. It's nothing to be embarrassed of.
âI mean yeahâŚbut stillâŚâ
Turning to face you, Toji placed his hand gingerly upon your thigh, giving it a light squeeze in what you assumed to be an attempt at reassurance or maybe it was comfort? You couldn't really tell, you just knew that the warmth of it felt nice.
âListen, if Iâm tellinâ you that being a virgin is nothinâ to be ashamed of, then its not. Look at it this way, you ainât a teen mom, something not many can say nowadays.â He shrugged.
He kind of had a point. Though his comforting skills were kind of ass.
âYeah..okay. Thanks for listening then.â
âNo problem.âÂ
You thought after your little rant the atmosphere would return to its awkward state as it seems that's how it had been every time you spoke with Tojiâyet oddly enough, it felt like you had somehow managed to get closer to him by opening up about your struggles.Â
Suddenly feeling a spout of hunger befall you once more, you took the last remaining bite of your cinnamon bun, slowly licking off the icing that had gotten smeared onto your lips.Â
Toji eyed the action intently, internally shaking a head at himself.Â
âThis little minx..â Â but before you could make eye contact he abruptly withdrew his hand, fishing a phone out his pocket and checking the time. Huh, you hadn't even noticed his hand had still been on you.
âIt's already almost 4, think it's time to call it a day.â
With a sound of surprise, you rose up from your seat, closing the box once more as you watched Toji stand up from his own spot, already patting on his pockets for the car keys.Â
You hadn't even noticed that much time had gone by.
âThanks again for the cinnamon buns and of course, for listening.âÂ
Toji only hummed in acknowledgement.
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The ride home was spent surrounded by the sounds of muffled radio chatter, ever so slightly noticeable with the engine of the truck at a constant thrum. The sun surprisingly hadn't gone down yet as it typically would have on any other winter day and you made sure to thank your lucky stars for those few more minutes of sunlight.
On the other hand, you couldn't help but feel sad. You didn't want the day to end yet, especially not when progress had been made between the two of you. Then it hit you, progress had been made. While you didn't actually confront him about what had transpired on that faithless day, it was still worth celebrating.Â
Baby steps are still steps after all.Â
And the more you thought about it, it began to occur to you that todayâŚtoday kinda felt like a date. In a messed up sense. To others this would've been a failure of a day, but to you? You were elated.
âMaybe now's my chance to talk to him about what happened back then.â
Sitting up just a little bit straighter in your seat, you turned your head to face Toji, contemplating on the right words to say to him. Just when you were on the verge of starting your sentence, Tojiâs phone suddenly began to ring, vibrating atop the center console.Â
Without bothering to check who was calling him, Toji answered the phone, putting it on speaker. Nothing to be worried about anyway, probably some scammer giving Toji his routine call.
âYo, whatâs up?â
Without a second to waste, a feminine voice practically cried from the other end.
âTojiiii, baby itâs been so long, when are you coming over?? You know I miss you-âÂ
Before this unknown lady could hope to finish her sentence, she was abruptly hung up onâcourtesy of Tojis hand flying to take the call off speaker, fumbling for a good second only to ultimately end the call for good measure.
Clearing his throat, Toji continued to keep his eyes focused on the road ahead. Can't be having you both end up in a car crash right?Â
âSorry about that, that was⌠just one of my old close friends.â
âUh huh. Yaâll must've been real close.â
Toji ignored the snark.
âAnyways, go ahead, what were you saying?âÂ
âIâŚwasnât saying anything.â
Thankfully the call was received just minutes short of arriving at your home. Pulling into the driveway, the truck on neutral, you waited a few seconds to see if Toji would say anything more. He didnât.
Holding back a shaky sigh, you unbuckle your seatbelt and exited the vehicle, opening the passenger side to pick up the bags of decor that you went to buy in the first place.
âWait, let me help ya out-â Toji last minutely interjected as he turned his body over in his seat to face you.
âNo need. I already got it.â Picking up the last bag (thankfully they werenât very heavy), you slammed the passenger door shut. You contemplated giving Toji a proper farewell bidding but with the way you were feeling right now? You didnât want him to see the ache painted in your eyes. Instead, you continued walking down the shoveled path and up the steps to your house, fishing the keys out from your keychain and unlocking the door, closing it behind you.
Kicking your shoes off and slipping some slippers onto your feet, you laid the bags over the kitchen counter letting whoever discovered them first deal with the contents inside as you made your way up the stairs to your room, plopping onto your bed face first.
You nearly teared up at your own naivety.
Holy shit. âIâm so stupid.â Was all you could think of as the booty call Toji had received replayed in your mind. This wasnât any new information on Toji that you hadnât already known about yet it hurt so bad.Â
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On the other hand, Toji couldnât help but feel the same way. When he saw you safely get back into your home, he shifted gears to reverse, pulling out the driveway and driving back to his own place.Â
Closing his eyes for a moment, he pulled out his phone from the cup holder it fell into amidst his struggle to end the call earlier and proceeded to call them back.
One ring was all it took for them to answer, and one second was all it took for Toji to cut them off before they could say anything more.
âDonât fuckinâ call me again, understand? Good. Now, fuck off.â Hanging up before she could respond or attempt to call back like an idiot, he blocked her.
Letting out a rather loud groan of irritation, he gripped the steering wheel with both hands in indignation, letting his head fall as he could feel a headache coming on.
âFuck.â
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Laying on your bed disappointed, you curled up thinking about the events that transpired earlier. The whole trip felt like an actual dateâup until that call anyway. It was probably the worst way the day could have ended. Your bad luck was unimaginable.
âI need to find myself a four leaf clover or something at this pointâŚâ
Honestly, you didn't want to get out of bed. You wanted to lay down and wilt like a flower that never gets any sunlight. Stuffing your face into your arm, it occured to you that you were still wearing Tojiâs jacket.Â
âMaybe I should stop trying to go after someone whoâll never like me backâŚâ You mumbled to yourself, sitting up and throwing the coat towards the nearest chair it could land on.
Were you really this delusional? You saw the way he was looking at youâyou shook your head, trying not to overthink it.Â
âI guess I had the wrong idea.â
Feeling defeated, you knew if you wanted to continue moping about this, youâd have to do it after a shower; lest you end up skipping your skincare routine leaving you with another thing to sulk about.
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You couldnât sleep.
Restless, you tossed and turned trying to find that sweet spot that would have you suddenly waking up to the birds singing. Come the fuck on..! I just want to sleep, dammit!
Grunting, it seemed no matter where you tried to place yourself within the comfort of your sheets and plethora of pillows engulfing you, you just couldnât seem to knock yourself out.
Only one option left.
Slipping a hand underneath the blanket, you let your fingers wander across your skin. Giving each of your tits a soft squeeze under your shirt as you slowly began to relax, sighing in content at a teasing roll of your bud, slowly hardening at your touch.Â
Growing tired of the teasing and beginning to feel heavy with need, you ran a finger down your panties, keeping it firmly pressed against your slit as you slowly raised your hips up and down in tandem with your middle finger, rubbing yourself over the cotton material. You could feel yourself getting hotter, wetter. A small, sticky patch of your own arousal seeping through the garment as you finally had enough, moving your panties to the side and making contact with your sickened clit. You wasted no time in parting your lips with your pinky and index, and letting both your middle and ring finger draw tight circles over your bundle of nerves. Immediately settling into a steady rhythm that was sure to have you quickly coming undone.Â
As your breathing picked up, so did the small whimpers escaping through your lips. You tried your best to stay as quiet as possible, but fuck was it hard when all you wanted to do was mewl out a certain someones name, imagining it was him playing with your pussy like this.Â
Toji.Â
Even just sounding his name out in your head had you bucking your hips against the friction you were creating. His large, warm hand stuffed down your panties, and cupping your pussy from behind while rubbing at the entire expanse of your puffy cunt messily. Fast. Drenching his palm in your juices. Wondering what it'd feel like to have his long, fat fingers plunge into you as your own currently probes at your clenching hole, dipping in slightly only to take it back out. It didn't feelâwouldn't feel nearly as good unless it were his.Â
You felt so close. Your fingers were starting to ache as you exerted them, moving it against your swollen clit quicker than before. It started to hurt, but the feeling of adrenaline rushing through you to finish made your brain block it out, replacing it with the endorphins of white hot pleasure that you anticipated to burst at any minute now.Â
You clamped your legs around your hand, curling into your side like a ball. You wanted to stop, it was too much. But you were so fucking close. Your shaky whines were no longer being held back, eyes squeezed shut and the side of your face pressed against your pillow muffling it as best you could to prevent it from being heard outside.Â
Just a little moreâŚ
Come on come on come on..! Your hand wouldn't stop unless your body reached its peak, only increasing in its pace. Holding your breath, the sound of your palpating heart was deafening as you continued letting out harsh pants.
You felt the familiar feeling of your lower abdomen tightening, coiling up and finally bursting like a dam. Your toes curled up as you threw your head back further into the pillow, unable to stop the sudden cry of Tojiâs name that accidentally slipped out from your parched mouth at the pressure of your orgasm rushing over you like a tidal wave.
Before you could bask in your post orgasmic bliss, Toji bursts through your door. The fucking man himself. In the flesh..?
In a panic, you pull your stiff hand away from between your legs as if it were scalding hot oil, grasping the blanket up towards your chin to cover what youâd just been essentially caught doing.
âHeard you screaminâ my name out, sweetheart.âÂ
Youâd think any normal reaction to being intruded on by the person you were just fantasizing about would be to first ask some questionsâyet there you laid calm as a cucumber, watching as he inched closer to you.
Toji smirked. âDonât start gettinâ all shy on me now. Let me hear you scream my name again for me.â Â
You donât know how he got to you so quickly but Toji was already slipping his hand under the covers towards your pussy, finding it slick and sticky from your high, smearing it all over as he ran his fingers up and down your sensitive slit.Â
Retracting his hand back from underneath, he relished in the way your arousal stuck to his fingers like a spider's web as he spread them out, glistening against the soft lighting of your suddenly oddly hazy looking room.
Fueled with newfound urgency, Toji threw the covers off of you, yanking your body up to stand on the floor as you both made your way towards your vanity, back hitting the edge of it as you steadied yourself against Toji's chest. It was all moving too quickly. Too fast. Before you could stop to process your surroundings properly, Tojiâs large hand hastily groped your tits as his other fingers that were touching on your pussy earlier prodded at your mouth to open. Without a word, you wrapped your lips around them like a good girl, suckingâtasting yourself before he removed them in order to turn you around.Â
Just then, you realized you both were naked as Toji lifted one of your legs up onto the vanity, dragging his wet fingers over his cock as he moved to align it with your dripping hole. You couldn't form a thought. As if on autopilot. Only the unbridled, desperate need to have Toji in you remained. Â
No. Scratch that. You felt your own thoughts before you could form them, as if it werenât your own. It definitely was though. You donât think anyone could too how fucking badly you wanted this man. Now he was finally about to fuck you? You may as well have been the luckiest woman on planet earth.
And as you begin to feel the sensation of Toji's cock about to enter youâconfirming that notion, the door to your room bursts open again.
Wait.
âWake up.â
What? Â
âWake up!â
Is that my fucking cat talking!?
âWAKE UP!â
Groggily opening your eyes, you're met with early winter sun seeping through your thin curtains, casting a hazy glow into your room. You hear birds singing.
âWhat the hell was thatâŚâ Stretching the sleep out of your limbs, you noticed your hand was still situated inside your panties.Â
You closed your eyes, trying to recall your dream. âSo half of that was real?â Well, up until Toji bursted into your room, you suppose. And when your cat spoke up telling you to wake the fuck up.Â
Ugh.
Sitting up, you rubbed your eyes, leaning over the bedside to pull your diary sitting on your nightstand towards your lap. You had to write this shit down.Â
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After jotting down as much as you could recall from the dream without mixing it up with what you were actually getting up to in real life, you left the diary on the same vanity dream version Toji almost dicked you down on.Â
Throughout the day, you couldnât stop thinking about Toji. Hell, your feelings for him increased tenfold just from that measly dream alone. You don't know if it's solely your dreams doing that made you feel like you suddenly had a genuine chance with him but fuck it.Â
You thought about the events of yesterday and recalled when he grasped your thigh. That couldnât have just been nothing right? The way he eyed your lips too as you licked icing off them. He didn't think you noticed, but you did. Of course you did. It was on purpose after all.Â
And the icing on the cake? When you brought up his son, Megumi. You didn't want to assume anything but you could've sworn you sensed jealousy swimming in those green eyes of his. How ironic.
Shit, maybe you do have a chance with Toji after all. All he needs is a little push.
With all the evidence stacked up in your favor, you knew you had to devise a plan.
A plan on how to seduce your neighbor.
You giggled to yourself.Â
âMama chose a thought daughter.â
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i love that i cannot be normal about things (anhedonia au is actually plaguing my brain)
#haunted ecosystem#if i only ever post artificial stars PLEASE pester me about sharing my notes for the rest of the au.#i continue to add to my pinterest board for this one fic. which is part of the au. and it is tearing my heart out#i think i am at heart a zam writer. something about him just clicks in my brain (i think its understanding and projection)
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absolutely love showing people a part of my soul and they treat it like a silly little thing
#sammy says shit#i know thats just part of the human experience#but i was never made for this#anyway to elaborate im currently working on a vampire the masquerade campaign#and in vampire human relations are extremely important so#i decided to flesh out one of the players kids with a pinterest board#nothing too crazy just a few pins#and idk i just didnt like his reaction to it lmao#i should have expected it#and im somewhat sure every other player would have appreciated it more#but man its the little things that really get me :)
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HOW I MANIFESTED MY DESIRED APPEARANCE (success story)â.ŕłŕż*:シđ
so manifesting my desired appearance in full took roughly 2 weeks, also this post is pretty long bcuz im not gatekeeping anything, im giving u guys the full story, the full scoop on how i did it so here we go...
some things that i remember doing was, before going to bed i'd either read what my desired appearance looks like (i wrote a list bcuz me as a person, i LOVE writing things down) and i'd read that list before bed like it was fact.
or if i didn't have the list with me, when i was the state akin to sleep i'd talk to myself (ik it sounds weird but its natural for me so it worked) and i'd be like "ik for a fact that i am (fill in the blank)" or "ik for a fact that i have (fill in the blank)"
and i'd just say it to myself, or sometimes when i'd shower, for every part of my body that i'd wash (i separated it into sections) and for each section i'd talk about an aspect of my appearance as though it was from someone else's POV. for example, part of my desired appearance was a difference in hair texture so i'd say "omg honey's hair is SO long and glossy". like i'd talk thru someone else's pov ABOUT my appearance in either a tone of admiration, envy, or indifference.
even if i didn't see movement a couple times or got discouraged, i went back to what feels RIGHT and thats affirming for me.
some key statements i used :
i know for a fact
i have my exact desired appearance bcuz im god and i said so
another thing that rly helped me was visualization, i was living PURELY in my imagination, completely in my head. i was REAL delulu. i have a vision board on pinterest that was SO helpful for me.
when i saw things in the 3d that didn't please me i completely disregarded it, and when i tell u COMPLETELY, i completely dismissed anything that i didn't like, or that didn't sit right with me.
another little exercise that i liked to do was actually bcuz of a bad habit. so i have a RLY bad habit of checking the 3d but i used it to my advantage. my habit was that every morning the first thing i'd do is go and look in the mirror. when i manifested my desired appearance what i'd do, is i would go to the bathroom mirror and tell my subconscious what i see. so my logic behind this was that since the subconscious didn't have any eyes i could tell my subconscious that i had the head of a unicorn and it'd believe me đ. so i would talk to my subconscious and tell it what i saw. "i see an angel skull" "i see rly rly long lashes" "i see waist-length hair" etc etc.
i went to the end and i BASKED in it. moral of this manifestation story :
persist regardless of what u experience with ur 5 senses
time is an illusion so forget about it
dont settle for less than what u seek
go straight to the end and bathe in it bcuz u can't try and be something that u already areÂ
failure doesn't exist
apply
#law of assumption#becoming that girl#it girl#self care#self concept#that girl#self love#it girl energy#manifesting#loa tumblr#neville goddard#affirm and persist#affirmations#manifesting tips#master manifestor#manifestation#manifesting appearance change
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STEAM | myg ft. jjk
pairing: boyfriend!yoongi x oc (feat. jungkook)
genre: smut
word count: 9.2k
summary: one video call awakens your neediness for two cocks.
playlist: steam / pinterest board: steam
warnings: female masturbation, mentions of shower sex, praise kink, toying with the idea of polyamory, a hint of voyeurism, oc rly goes through it and faces mental battles, fear, intoxication, punishment, dom/sub dynamics, fingering, choking, cum eating, manhandling, degradation, provocation, mutual masturbation, rough & raw sex, brief oral sex (f. receiving), pet names
note: IT'S FINALLY HEREEEEEE SKFDSFLSFJ, okay soâlet me introduce to you a new yoongi series featuring JUNGKOOK oh my god. i am SO EXCITED about this and i wanna apologize for my insane ideas in advance... i'm so sorry, guys. nevertheless, i hope you like this as much as i do, i literally went mad writing this and i smoked so many cigarettes i lost count. please, let me kNOW UR FAVORITE PARTS CUZ I HAVE SO MANY AND I WANNA TALK ABOUT THEM. oh fuck, guys. ENJOY READING SDKFJSD. â Ë・âŕ¨ŕ§Ë
side note: btw, the playlist i made is literally perfect and depicts the fic wonderfully. you can listen while you read! <3
The scent of mangoes finds its way up your nostrils, heating your senses through its balmy touch as you rub the body butter over the damp skin of your arms. Fingers graze along your dĂŠcolletage, tucking in the fragrance for your boyfriend to breathe in when he comes home. Heâs out for the nightâsaid something about his friend finishing his military service, so the whole group was going out to celebrate it. Yoongi was so frantic in his excitement, hastily putting on the first outfit that sparked his eye. Didnât even touch his hair, only sprayed a mist of his sandalwood and tangerine-tinged perfume. Grabbed his phone, keys, wallet. Barely kissed you goodbye before he fled out of the door.
He didnât even ask you if you wanted to come along.
You didnât mind, thoughâyouâre only in the early stages of your relationship. It hasnât even been half a year since youâve started dating. And you figure he deserves a night out with his closest friends because youâve been attached to the hip since the beginning. Funnily enough, you no longer live at your own place. Somehow, youâve settled in Yoongiâs apartment, never setting foot outside, save for your walks, grocery shopping, the few dates with your friends and work. There wasnât any conversation about it; you just mostly spend your free time with your boyfriend.
And all you do is fuck, eat and watch movies.
The last time Yoongi took you out was during the first two months youâd been getting to know him. The realization of how long itâs been sends a trail of chills down your arms and you rub it away.
But because youâve been spending all your time together, youâre glad to have a moment to yourselfâglad to be able to take a long hot shower, to do your hair and skincare. Perhaps, youâll even have time to do your nails and that energizes you, propels you to spread the body butter further down the rest of your body. It is your rose garden, these night times reserved for your hot showers. The place you go toâyour hideaway from the pressure and nerves of life that the steam loosens and soothes, especially when you let your sultry playlist echo through the mightiness of Yoongiâs bathroom, your favorite singerâs voice reaching your veins like the growing stems of those roses; pretty, pink and so feminine. Yes, Yoongiâs therapy sessions and thick length might have been a great help, the best in fact, but thereâs something about letting yourself be burned off of all thatâs been weighing you down and watching it trickle down the drain that is just so satisfying.
It was all that you were once used to. That is, until you met Yoongi.
Showers with him are something else.
Something you never thought you could ever have the blessing to encounter. Showers with Yoongi are intense, so out of pocket that you find yourself thinking about them fondly whenever youâre alone with your thoughts. There, beneath the downpour of the warm water, he lets you see the other side of his ever unyielding stern façade. While holding you, he would make you laugh, then make you moan and break that sound with each hard plunge of his cock. Hair slicked back, smirk adorning that delicious wet mouth, causing him to look like a Mafioso bent on absolutely ruining you. He would tell you the most insane story he heard from his friend, then talk you through the build-up of your orgasm while continuing to the point of that storyâseamlessly waving through, never losing tempo. âThen, he went up to his hyung to ask him about what he didâyes, just like that, honey, take it. I know youâre almost there, just listen.â You would come all over his cock, sprinkling him with your essence, right there at the end of his story and like a hungry man, heâd get on his knees and eat you up, muttering how good you are and how well you did along with each swipe of his tongue. Your lungs would heave due to the overstimulation, your legs would tremble, unable to stand and heâd gather you into his arms, fold you like paper into the crooks of his body and let his thick duvet drape over you. Heâd fall asleep first, breathing in the scent of your shampoo, snoring softly behind you while spooning you, never letting go of his deathly grip around you. And while you would breathe in the haze of lilac sprayed on his pillows, youâd become aware of the drowsy rhythm of his heartbeat, the lift and fall of his chest against your back, the snug heat of his body and it would lull you to sleep.
That has become your new version of hot long showers.
And if it isnât this, then itâs Yoongi letting you quickly wash yourself before heâd steal you away, dragging you into this bed, only to carry you back there an hour later.
You speculate he has a serious, adorable case of attachment issues.
That is why you enjoy your exceptional alone shower all the moreâyou havenât had it in so long. Only this time, itâs quite different.
You feel him everywhere.
You feel him in the drift of your hand down your tummy because you recollect the way he likes to pepper kisses there on his way to eat you out. You feel him when you round your palms across your backside because you know he particularly likes to leave traces of saliva when he presses open-mouthed kisses there. His love for you circulates in your bloodstream, mingling with the little love you have for yourself, making it bigger, turning it into a turbulent rush of liquid. You sense it tapping beneath your skin, asking for more of your body just like Yoongi does, always begging, begging for moreâfor more skin to kiss and lick, for more sensitive parts of you to find and nibble on.
Your hands sense the ghost of him even when your fingers slip past your mound and realize that the film of your memories dampened your cunt. You hear the words of praise heâd utter into your ear at the discovery and you sigh at your tender touch.Â
Thatâs a good girl. Messy for me.Â
The rotund case of your body butter remains opened, forgotten. You suddenly have better things to doâlike give your body the self-care, the self-love it deserves.
Itâs a part of the solo girl's night.
A mewl comes out of your mouth at the first round of circles on your clit. Furrowing your brows at the pleasure, you prop your free hand on the edge of the bathroom counter, riding the pads of your fingers. And then, just like Yoongi taught you, you take your digits away, edging yourself, taking them elsewhere. You cry out at the contact of your wet fingertips on your stiff nipple and you pinch the nub, a spasm of delight coursing through your sensitiveness.
You imagine Yoongi standing behind you. Not touching you, merely guiding you, telling you when to stop, when to pick up the paceâwhen to fill your hole. Watching you in the mirror, hands in his pockets, having a perfect view of your slick-caked folds, of your clit swollen and asking for his tongue. Determined to make you lose your mind by teasing you, letting you only slap your pussy once youâre close. Your essence drips out of you at that thought, making a mess on the floor and you plug it in with your finger, fucking yourself steadily, inflamed by how slippery your heat is, how easy it is to slip the digit inside. Hot flashes close over your body, pearls of perspiration kissing the crook of your neck. You fuck yourself faster andâ
A sudden ring of your phone jolts you. And the picture of your boyfriend, half dressed, with the early morning sunlight leaking over the scars and tattoo on his shoulder, crammed inside your screen, greets you.
You pant hard, your finger still inside of you. Delirious.
He must be on his way home. You donât even know what time it is.Â
Leaning forward, you hide your breasts behind your forearm and you swipe your finger to accept his video call.
Blurry Yoongi. The night sky, starlit and alive, behind him. A shoal of silhouettes, some lanky and some buff, all short-haired and all as woozy-lidded as you. The picture smooths into a crystal clear view and there you see your boyfriend, the nocturnal breeze brushing his ebony hair back. Not just him, however, but another male craning his neck to regard you fully.Â
His eyes flicking from your neck to the smallest of your exposed dĂŠcolletage, a smirk blossoming on his face like your imaginary roses.Â
Yoongi slaps his phone face down. You withdraw your finger from your heat, a cacophony of giggles, whiny cries and the exclamations of his name emitting out of your mouth.Â
He is not, in fact, on his way home.Â
It is a warning, his low and strict call of your name back and, heeding it, you take your phone into your hands, so heâs only able to see your deeply flushed face. Device back in his hand, heâs not looking at you at all. As a matter of fact, heâs shooting daggers fueled with deadly nightshade at his friend, grumbling something that you canât quite make out amidst the chaos and bustle of the outing. The shoal of the rest of his friends and strangers disappear out of the perspective, as if threatened by the cold energy.Â
You wish you knew what heâs saying to him. Even your pussy aches to hear it. The principle of him scolding his friend for looking at you at your most private moment scorches you and youâre red, flattered and majestically horny.Â
Yoongi turns his head to see if youâre well-behaved and you beam at him, the pulse on your clit intensifying, forcing you to say, âcome home, Yoongi.âÂ
He chuckles, aware of the reason behind your words, pretends he isnât. âWhat were you doing, baby?âÂ
The growth of your grin doesnât falter. You show him the sheen of your wet finger in the ivory bathroom light, the glint, the stickiness as you push your index finger to your middle and pull away, your arousal on full, filthy display.Â
He curses under his breath. Doesnât give a fuck that his friend sits beside him and adjusts in his seat. Bites his lip briefly. âStick it in your mouth for me.âÂ
Doesnât say the words that so very often follow after in that sentence. Taste yourself.Â
Why he doesnât step aside to take this video call eludes you, but something about you being watched by two pairs of eyes excites you. Enough for you to do as he says. Perhaps itâs due to the fact you donât know the male sitting beside him and Yoongi is letting him keep his sight glued to the screen.Â
Two sharp inhales of breath. Not one of yours. Yoongi readies his hook to feignedly lash out at his friend and you press your thighs together to alleviate yourself of the unbearable feeling between your legs. Confidence, a bad, bad version of confidence suffuses you whole, turning you into a person gone mad by lust. You swirl your tongue around your digit, the tanginess of your taste causing your eyes to narrow, the principle of driving not just one, but two men mad just the same intoxicates you, as if you were there among them, drinking.Â
A pair of round eyes peek at the corner of the screen. Soft, naive, so terribly innocent. A dash of sobriety washes over you, owed to those brownish effervescent orbs, a sprinkle shame pooling low in your core. A reality check. You sense some kind of stability of that reality beneath those eyelashes of his, the stability that whispersâis this the right thing to do?Â
Itâs not rough, itâs not stern, itâs not Yoongi codedâitâs anything but. Gentleness is what you detect, free of any prejudice.Â
You sigh. Millions of thoughts about how you could toy with them pass through your mind, but you decide against them, the stability a pillar that blends into your spine, helping it unbend. You canât do this; you canât do this to Yoongi and you need to keep your dignity intact in some way, despite the fact that every fiber of your body compels you to do the opposite. You distract yourself by screwing the lid of your body butter back on.Â
âGood girl,â Yoongi coos, causing you to whisk your eyes to the screen in perhaps disbelief, shame or your still pending arousalâyouâre not sure. How can you be a good girl when you let another man see something so lewd? How can your boyfriend validate something like that? âOne more beer and Iâll be home. Wait for me on the bed. As you are.âÂ
Naked.Â
Heat rushes to your cheeks, to the surface of every part of your skin, dragging away small ounces of shame. You curse, mentally, running a hand down your face. Yoongi downs his drink without taking his gaze off of you, watching your reaction, adds once he swallows, âand donât touch yourself.âÂ
And with that, he hangs up.Â
The harsh comprehension of what the fuck just happened envelops you in a confining embrace, the precipitately increasing weight of shame now a burden on your shoulders that you just canât shake off, even when you slink your arms through sleeves of your silky robe and welcome in the summer breeze coming to caress your face on the balconyâeven when you burst your lighter to a flame and light up your cigarette, inhaling the smoke that you hoped would rid you of its such uncomfortable hold around you.Â
You licked your cum clean under the gape of a guy you donât know in front of your boyfriend.Â
His friend heard the order. Donât touch yourself. Yoongi didnât whisper it. Didnât camouflage his words in any way. Uttered them straight and bare, allowing his friend to hear them, despite the fact he almost fought him then and there for sneaking one glance at your moderately naked form.Â
Question marks hover in your mind and the pulse on your clit cries, seemingly knowing the answer.Â
Did Yoongi like it as much as you did, the aspect of having an audience?Â
The wetness in your heat dribbles out, staining your thighs. You squeeze them together, the drag of your cigarette hard and long, expecting to feel your nerves burn off. You gain no such thingâno relief, no lifting of the burden, just constricting tangles in your tummy, zippy spasms of butterflies going mad, mad, mad.Â
Perhaps Yoongi didnât like it at first until he perceived the auspicious debauched look on your face. Saw the way you didnât hesitate to oblige him when he told you to stick your finger in your mouth. And perhaps the fact that you didnât express any signal of discomfort was the key to unfastening the leash on his possessiveness over you.Â
What have you done? What have you so selfishly and disgustingly done?Â
You hang your head in your hands, the white smoke intertwining with the burden on your shoulders and pressing down harder on you.Â
Thatâs why he let his friend hear the command. Donât touch yourself. He saw the way you indulged in it, and that awakened his liking for it.
Yoongi lied when he said heâd have one more beer.Â
By the time you hear the thunder of his voice, all the roses in your garden have wilted, leaving faded, withered petals in its wakeâleaving a path of your internal battle all around the apartment for Yoongi to follow. Youâve paced, your bare feet stepping on them. Tried to untangle yourself from the incarceration of your mind by chain-smoking, but to no avail. The only change that took place in your body was the decline of your shame, for you couldnât help but imagine what could have happened, had you let free rein to your desireâhad those round eyes never looked at you with such purity. You figured there wasnât anything bad about letting your imagination be colored like that, and so you sat on your boyfriendâs couch, cigarette switched to a coconut-flavored vape, and dreamed.
You dreamed about those two men being of service to you, right here on the same couch, where they would lay you down and make you squirt over and over again, betting between each other who could make you come the fastest, counting down your orgasms until the number was a mere blur to you.Â
The throb on your clit heightened to heavenly levels and when you emerged from your dream, you found yourself being able to breatheâyour momentary disappearance tricking your shame into leaving. It was difficult for you not to touch yourself and you opted to adhere to Yoongiâs wish, not risking to feel worse than you already had.Â
The war ended, undeterred by the fact you never expected it to.Â
Loud swear words roar in Korean. You rise to your feet to open the front door for Yoongi and you discover that heâs not alone at all.Â
The same pair of round eyes, the cause of all the ruckus you just departed from, meet yours, hauling you back there with a force. Your mouth falls agape and before you can react any further, Yoongi stumbles into you. You almost topple over, realizing you didnât care to steal a glance at the state of him, but the male grabs a hold of Yoongiâs jacket and pulls him back. You wish you had tumbled over and the floor had opened up and swallowed you whole. It would have been less embarrassing than to be stuck in this situation. You want to run, you want to screamâÂ
âHeâs drunk out of his own mind,â the male says, his voice deep like the warm wind before a tumultuous storm, fitting just right with the thunder of Yoongiâs intonation, his gaze wandering over the entirety of your shock-stricken face, taking it in; giving you the same attention that fucked you up hours ago. Yoongi begins to mumble something you canât momentarily focus on, his hands grasping your waist, lips latching onto your neck. No, you cannot for the life of you focus because the man steals you all over again and you hate how easy it is for him to do that, when youâre far from being available. âDonât ask what made him drink this much.â
Did Yoongi get drunk because he let his friend in on your most intimate moment?Â
Humiliated, turned on and angry altogether, a concoction that simply worsens everything, you draw back from your boyfriend. You want to beat at his chest with your fists just to have some sort of relief from blaming himâbecause if you blame yourself, only doom consumes you. Why did he call you? Or, essentially, why didnât he step away to take that damned video call?Â
âThanks for walking him home,â you say eventually, your voice smooth, despite the violence of your feelings, despite wanting to say something else entirely. Your first words to him and, wholeheartedlyâdespite it all, you hope they arenât last, even if that possibly makes you a despicable person.Â
Yoongiâs friend nods. Chews his bottom lip and lowers his gaze to the ground for a split second. You wonder if he feels the need to remove himself from this uncomfortable situation as much as you do because you canât read anything in that paleness of his countenance. Not a hint of any emotion whatsoever, just blandness of expression, slightly dimmed by the few thick strands of black hair that have fallen from his disheveled, pushed back mullet. As if they did fight after all, perhaps on the way home, or wrestled if Yoongi was being difficult.Â
You donât realize you and the male are just staring at each other until Yoongi places his hand on your cheek, brushing back a wisp of your tresses. Only then do your eyes flick to Yoongiâs and you finally notice him, the gloss in his hooded irises searching and searching for you, the rosy blush on his cheeks, dry parted mouth and the dart of his tongue as he wets it, softening the flecks that have been created there.Â
This is it. If you are focused on him, all things are made rightâall things that have been stained get purified and dreams get turned into dust. This is the man youâve fallen for, who puts you before himself and has done so every day since the moment he made you his. You canât let anyone else get in the way of the home that your relationship has become, you canât let your feelings fleeâ
âFor the record,â Yoongiâs friend starts, hand massaging circles on the nape of his neck, the leather of his jacket tight around his arm. Your heart jumps and beats against your chest ferociously. âI didnât see anything, if that helps you sleep better tonight.âÂ
Itâs such a fat lie and youâre about to shake your head, but then he looks at you with such sincere regret that, ultimately, you choose to believe him. Just to keep your peace of mind unscarred.Â
Yoongi tightens his hold around your waist, which grounds you, and a small part of you begins to bloom in healing, disseminating little by little across your whole body.Â
A healer with big, round eyes. A good man.Â
With a swing, Yoongi closes the door but you donât hear the click. No, the light spills in from the hallway. Your hands reach for the doorknob but Yoongi blocks them and wraps them around his waist while swaying on his feet. He traces the shell of your ear with his lips, his alcohol-reeking breath wafting over you, and softly, you whine his name. Shuffling beyond the door, feet never entirely movingâthe male is still standing outside and he hears as Yoongi hums at your call, as the sound grows into a groan at the feeling of being alone with you at last, at the feeling of all that makes you feminine under his hands. He hears your gasp as Yoongi pushes your chest flush to his body, kisses you harshly and cups your bare pussy. Hears the smack of your mouths, the pop once he withdraws, the squelch of your wetness. Hears as Yoongi murmurs, âyou been horny, baby? Wet for me, hm?â
Itâs those words that make him shut the door for you.
You made Yoongi drink a lot of water.Â
And while he downed the glasses, you ordered him Thai food from his phone, which he now devours. You had wanted to change out of your flimsy robe into your plush pajamas, but Yoongi stopped you with a tight grip on your shoulder and with the nastiest puppy eyes he could manage, considering his plastered state, he begged you not to. Informed you that he wanted to fuck you in your little robe and you told him that if he wanted that, he needed to get sober.Â
Heâs your boyfriend and you trust him, but you donât feel comfortable having sex with him while heâs wasted and youâre not. Itâs a dangerous territory you donât ever want to cross.Â
So, now he eats as quietly as a mouse, feeding you every other bite with his chopsticks, meanwhile youâre jittering your leg with your arms crossed across your chest, mind full of the male who walked him home. Of the way he pulled you under and resurfaced with you soon after. Of the calm peace you feel all over the perimeter of your mind that peculiarly stresses you out. Of what would happen if you voiced your little dream to Yoongi, especially.Â
Was it out of the question or would he consider it?Â
Your leg jitters harder.Â
You want to tell him, badly. Seeing his friend in real life changed fucking everything. If you hadnât, you wouldâve forgotten about it in the days to come. Yoongi wouldâve fucked it out of you in most probability. But those eyes⌠those eyes got under your skin.Â
âStop fidgeting,â Yoongi scolds with his mouth full of food, no hint of slurring. The hot meal and hydration worked a miracle. âYouâre making me nervous.âÂ
He picks up two cut pieces of chicken with his chopsticks and stuffs your mouth, adding a few pieces of vegetables as youâre chewing. Watches you swallow it, noticing how your eyes are focused on nothing in particular on the other side of the room. Tucking his utensils under his palm, he places his hand on your thigh, halting your restless motion.Â
You still wonât look at him. Too lost in the overthinking maze, debating whether you should speak or remain quiet about your desire. A strong part of you fears his reaction and the other half is horrified at the possibility of being turned downâ
Yoongi takes his hand away. Props it on his cheek.Â
âI can see your pussy from here,â he says, licking his lips. âYouâve shaved?âÂ
You breathe a soft laugh, turning your head to face him, covering yourself with the small fabric. Dark, but tender eyes, void of any glossiness, awake and stirredâamused. Cheeks awash with color. Lips puffy, a dark tinge of red coating them. A sturdy fist on his cheek, the milky jawline underneath. That messy hair, the slicked-back look ruined by the constant rake of his fingers through them, now falling to the side from the middle. That slender body, clad in the night from head to toeâlegs outstretched under the table. So fine, so delicious. A beautiful strong manâall yours. Why do you want another one?Â
You slide your leg across his thighs and Yoongi slouches in his seat, discarding his chopsticks.Â
âI shaved everything,â you respond, cocking your brow at himâa sly invitation for him to feel its smoothness.Â
And he does. Runs his hand up and down your skin. Goes as far as lifting your other leg onto his lap, cradling them both, thumb caressing your calf. The movement causes your robe to expose you again and, cursing the fabric, you go to cover yourself, but Yoongi stops you.Â
âDonât bother,â he mutters. âI wanna look at it.âÂ
You raise your brows altogether, looking up at him. âYou wanna look at her?âÂ
Yoongi smirks. That dangerous tug of one corner of his mouth to the side. Your death, your undoing, the root of your submission to him. âI want to have her at my disposal.â
You gulp and Yoongi catches it, chuckling. Drifts his hand down your calf, to your heel, to the middle of your foot up to your toes. He plays with your pinky. You note the fact he changed the pronoun after you did.Â
Your arousal returns at full speed.
âDid that make you wet?â Low, low is his voiceâyou feel it prodding at your core, thrumming vehemently.Â
You blossom like your roses, thoughts put to the side.Â
âIâve been wet this entire time,â you say, zeroing in your gaze on the flick of dimness that whirls past his eyes. âFor hours.âÂ
He makes a sound of pitiful nature. âPoor baby.â Furrows his brows and juts his bottom lip out, making you weak. Lets his hand roam on your thigh. âSo you listened? You didnât touch yourself?âÂ
You merely nod your head quickly. You were too distressed to give your body the pleasure it sought. Too busy flaring your lungs with the burn of smoke. And you respected his wish enough to keep your hands to yourself.Â
Yoongi coos. âGood girl.âÂ
A flashbackâyour lips wrapping around your slick-coated finger, Yoongi praising you and⌠another pair of eyes watching. Chills spread across your arms, your stomach flipping. Thankfully, your shame is kept at bay. It relieves you.Â
âCan I feel how wet you are?âÂ
A sweet, devious smile. âIf you can manage to get to her.âÂ
You press your thighs tightly together. Yoongi looks at you as if youâve greatly offended him and alas, he turns your chair so you face him head-on. Forces your thighs apart without any strain at allâand there you feel it, the embarrassment of fucking with him, once your pussy is at complete disposal to him just like he wanted.Â
âIf your pussy wasnât so pretty, Iâd make you regret your words,â he purrs, eyes fixed on your drenched flesh, hands pushing your thighs back until your knees are at level with your shoulders, folds parting with the movement, revealing more of you. Yoongi wets his mouth with his tongue.Â
He thumbs your gleaming lips back and forth, collecting your essence, mesmerized by them. Looks at you intently.Â
âIt wouldnât hurt to say sorry, though,â he says, narrowing his eyes at you. âWould it?âÂ
You grin at him. âSorry, Yoongi.âÂ
He rubs your swollen clit in slow circles, still with his bedewed thumb, still with his eyes on you. You choke out a moan at the delight permeating through your being. âThatâs not the proper way to apologize, now is it?â
You lean your pelvis into his touch, a natural body reaction unfolding. He disapproves. You scrunch your face. âWhat should I say?âÂ
Yoongi tuts. âIâm barely touching you and you already forgot your manners?âÂ
The only answer you emit is an uncouth whine.Â
He shakes his head, putting pressure into his circles for a mere beat of time before he slaps your pussy curtly. A vivid spasm of pleasure fills you and you moan. âNeedy girl. Donât I take care of this pussy enough? Whatâs this behavior?âÂ
Another whine. A roll of your body, asking for more of his touch. âSpank her again.âÂ
A cock of his brow. Harsh, stern, evil. His hand remains propped on his thigh, shoulders hunched. âI didnât hear you say please. You wanna be bad? You want me to make you cry?âÂ
You know just how much heâs capable of doing that. You shake your head ânoâ. You want gentleness, the kind you saw in his friendâs eyesâ
You flutter your own shut to get rid of that thought. Take a deep breath.Â
âSpank my pussy again, please.âÂ
Yoongi massages the apex of your thigh, dangerously close to your cunt, squeezing the flesh every once in a while.Â
âApologize first.âÂ
âYou didnât tell me how.âÂ
He clicks his tongue and pinches your folds and your clit between his fingers. You cry out, and then Yoongi gets up to his feet, leaning over you, propping his hand on the back of your chair. He begins to swiftly spank your pussy over and over again. You just jump at every contact, moaning, eyes flicked to his, never breaking apart. Taking it, taking it so well that Yoongi kisses you nastily, licking into your mouth. Then, he grunts. Fingers flat against your clit, he moves them from side to side. Roses, a myriad of them, flood your form with their freshness and dewiness, with their beauty and delectation and you shudder, you scream, you arch your back off of the backrestâ
âSay, âIâm sorry, Yoongi. Iâm such a bad girl that I deserve every spank and Iâll take it until it hurts.âÂ
Flabbergasted and horny beyond measure, your mouth falls agape. Your brain turns into mush, the pleasure paralyzing you, your sounds now loud and obscene, the roses in you flitting, growing and murmuring. Yoongi adds more pressure to your clit and your eyes sink back into your head, his darkness wafting over to you, seeping into your skinânow completely yours.Â
You repeat after himâword for word. With a simper on your face that causes him to scowl at you, as if you dared to toy with your punishment he bestowed upon you. But then, a tongue prods the inside of his cheek and he laughs, taking a hold of his dominant role and making sure you know. He spanks your clit twice in a row, hands lifting to fondle your nipples.Â
âGood,â he praises. âYou like that, donât you? Spanks on your pussy?â
You donât like that softness. Like the personified thunder he is, it is the calm before the storm. It unnerves you, the expectation of what might come next and your disliking of it. Nonetheless, you brim with the craving to have his fingers inside of you. Your hole clenches at that and Yoongi notices, hissing under his breath. The language of the darkness rises on your tongue and you figure that if you let loose, youâll get your wish fulfilled.
âYeah, it feels so goodââ He pinches your nipples between his knuckles and you mewl, your lashes shaking at the impact, another set of wetness coating your folds. âPlease, fuck me with your fiââ
You donât even get to finish your sentence. Yoongi plunges his middle finger into your heat, cursing at your tightness, at how slippery you are and at the delight of being filled at last, you knit your brows. With his other finger, he traces the outline of your puckered mouth, his breathing hard and ragged.Â
âIâll do anything for that pout of yours, fuck, no matter if you deserve it or not,â he utters, slipping the digit inside. Instinctively, you suck on it and only then does Yoongi begin to pump you slowly. âYou just need a little roughness to be good, donât you?âÂ
Dumbly, you nod, swirling your tongue around him, but a faint, silenced part of you begs for the gentleness that you know hides somewhere deep inside his chest, never once unfurled during such intimate times.Â
You pay it no matter, too fucked out to think.Â
When he adds a second finger into your heat, he does the same thing with his other hand. Two fingers in your cunt, two fingers in your mouth. And he fucks you with both until you gag and a light flashes in his eyesâthen, he withdraws all together, leaning against the table, his bedewed fingers coming to rest at his hardened length in his pants.Â
Roses, opening. Roses, sighing.Â
You breathe heavily, needing to finish, needing to have him in your mouthâ
âYou liked being the center of attention today?â he husks, surveying your whole body, bent in half.Â
There it isâthe storm. Just what you expected. Cold sweat dribbles down your spine. And it is fear, what you feel, even when you refuse to admit it. Stiff, tempered fear that pervades each and every vein on your body, regarding being possibly degraded, being made feel dirtyâregarding, even, tasting the dark wine of his wrath.Â
Such a stark, sudden change.Â
You donât want this. You donât want any of it.
Abruptly, an internal question comes and pokes you in the middle of your forehead.
Will you succumb to it or will you, with the wildly fresh darkness within you, fight against it?
You take a deep breath, and in with the air also follows, with the little rationality you have amidst the sensuality of your lecherous appetite, the decision to take a hold of it all. To take charge. Just like he did.
You shall prioritize yourself. Your feelings, your desiresâyour roses.
Your choice envelops your fear in bubble wrap. It doesnât dissipate. And as much as it pains you, you take a mental note of that.Â
âI did,â you spit out, angered by the fact youâre afraid of your boyfriend, and so you stand your ground. âIt made me so fucking needy and I want more.âÂ
The relief that hits you almost causes you to weep and you lower your legs to the ground. Not wanting him to see the film of tears clouding your eyes, you avoid his gaze. Yoongi crosses his arms across his chest and clicks his tongue at you, disapproving.Â
âKeep your legs where they belong.âÂ
âNo.â
A lift of his brow. He crouches down to your level and cradles your face in his hand, forcing you to look at him. And there he sees, under the waterfall of your hair, your emotions at his disposal. Yoongi studies you, frowns at you and you want to sob, you want to go home. Shame slithers towards your spine like a ghost, and although it keeps a distance, you feel its presence prickling your back. You cover your cleavage.Â
âWhy are you crying?â Yoongi asks, a silky murmur, eyes flicking between yours. His fingers donât caress your skin; they merely hold you firmly, making dents in the skin.Â
You donât trust that voice, dismayed by what might lie under.Â
âWhy did you do that to me?â you ask in return, and itâs a blue fire shooting out, engulfing the room in stifling heat. You catch a glimpse of its sparks in the dimness of his eyes, of how heâs momentarily stricken by it before it folds beneath the shadows.
âYou want to get fucked by someone else?âÂ
A question for a question.Â
You swallow down the lump in your throat, caused by your frustration.Â
Your devotion to him didnât let you go as far as to imagine being fucked by his friend while Yoongi watched, but the brief flash of it in your mind is enough incentive for the heat to spill into you, mingling with the darkness, turning you candescent, traveling through you until it finds your coreâand there, it stays. There, it finds home.Â
The pulse on your clit returns, filling you with abrupt energy.Â
Thereâs something about him coming up with it that makes you unhinged, but youâre so utterly sick of the instability of your feelings. You need it to stop.
âAnd what if I do?â you retort. âWhat will you do?âÂ
Truthfulness, at last.
Yoongi takes in a sharp inhale of breath, and that is the only reaction you receive from him. Nothing else on his face flickers; no wrath, no sliver of jealousy, not one thing. You stare at an empty canvas, ready for you to paint on. And you simply decide that you want to start.Â
You push his hand away from your face. Stand up to your feet. But the hardened look he gives you inclines you to sit back down.Â
You fight against it.Â
Untangling the knot on your robe, you let him see your bare femininity. The perkiness of your breasts, the long dip of your stomach that he likes to pepper kisses on. Yes, youâre aiming for his weakness.Â
And you decide to repeat history.Â
You reach your hand down, lower and lower while he stares you down, and you collect your glimmering essence. Sinking your finger into your mouth, you make a show of rolling your eyes back and moaning faintly, softly. Your other hand, in the meantime, unbuttons his pants.Â
The breath Yoongi inhaled hitches in his throat.Â
âIs this not evidence enough?â you purr, dragging down his zipper. âHow else am I supposed to show you?âÂ
You pull his manhood out as you suck on your finger, all while maintaining eye contact. You donât touch him beyond that. In fact, you withdraw your hand altogether.Â
And then, you collect your essence again.Â
This time, you smear it across his bottom lip. Yoongi lets you. Your heart thuds, threatening to jump out of your chest.Â
âYour actions during the video call told me everything,â you whisper, catching the sliver of wooziness scattering along his narrowed eyes. âAnd I think you liked it more than meâthe thought of sharing me. You canât hide it. Not when I saw it.âÂ
Yoongi growls. Then, he surprises you.Â
He parts his lips for you.Â
And the contact of the pad of your finger with his wet tongue coaxes a string of your dewiness to drip down the side of your thigh. You moan for him. Relieved, fucked up, woozy just the same. Finally, finally, finally.Â
Youâre in charge. And it feels divine.Â
His length twitches against the fabric of his T-shirt. Long, hard, drooling. Such a delight for youâand so you continue.Â
âI also think it made you hard. Not just because you called me when I was touching myself, but because your friend was right there beside you,â you purr, your voice a seductive sound of silkâleading him to wrap his lips around your digit. You moan for him, showing him how much you like that. âIsnât that right, baby?â Your walls clench at the pet name, solely due to the fact that these soft terms of endearment have always been addressed to you, never the other way around. It thrills you. âIâd always be devoted to you, even if he fucked me. Iâd look at you the entire time. If thatâs what you want. I had a different idea, but yours is justââ you pause, and again you make a show of sighing and rolling your eyes back, âbetter.âÂ
A straight hit to his core. A glee for you.Â
But you donât realize how much you fucked up until Yoongi grips your waist and the hold hurts enough that you wince.Â
And thenâthen he manhandles you.Â
Lifting you and laying you down on the table, Yoongi spreads your legs. Watches you drip, watches as the satiny fabric follows the movement of your limbs and reveals you in all your entirety. He pulls you closer to him with a sharp tug until you collide with the tops of his thighs. Bends over you. Hovers his lips above yours. You expect him to kiss youâhe even angles his head and rubs the side of his nose against yoursâbut he never does.Â
He only leaves you waiting. Leaves you submitted to your empty expectations, taking charge, taking his control back from you. You shiver in anticipation, reaching for him, however he pins your hands down on either side of you. An angel in a rose garden.Â
Yoongi chuckles, darkly, his teeth glinting in the yellow light. You fight against his hold, hips rolling against the underside of his length, beckoning him to do something, anything. You merely manage to prolong the thunder of his laughter.Â
âOne cock isnât enough for her, so baby wants two,â he spits. That smirk, the crinkles around his eyesâheâs enjoying this. The hint of degradation doesnât reflect whatâs swarming inside of him, doesnât reflect the face of pleasure coursing down his body. You smile and he scoffs. âI have enough friends for you to choose from in case you want more. I think youâd be stellar at taking three cocks. Four, even, huh? Would you have enough then? One in your tight little virgin ass, two in your cunt, one down your throat?âÂ
You gulp, frozen, eyes widening.Â
Yoongi bites his shiny lips, nudging the tip of his nose against yours. Kisses you once. Begins to rock his hips, his length sliding across your wet fleshiness. The moan that escapes your throat trembles with each delicious motion.Â
âYou watch too much porn, honey,â he coos, giving you tiny kisses on the mouth. âIâd kill anyone who would come near this pussy. And Iâd kill Jungkook, too, if he so much as glanced at her.âÂ
So thatâs his name. You mewl, knitting your brows. Thatâs his pretty name. The entirety of your form shivers at the discovery, at the pleasure given to your throbbing clit.Â
Yoongi pulls back, setting your hands free.Â
You prop your elbows on the table, pouting. Yoongi grasps his length, spreads his arousal and begins to jerk himself off.Â
âYouâre not fucking Jungkook. Youâre mine.â He groans, squeezing his tip; your hole clenches. âRub your clit.âÂ
Like him, you spread your arousal on your seashell, the arousal long caused by his presence and now the mention of his nameâthe reason behind your frustration and his, the reason why youâre spread on the dining table, why your boyfriend is hard. You rub your clit from side to side, amused.Â
âNo,â Yoongi disapproves, knowing you do the motion when you want to prolong the build-up. âCircles. Make yourself come.âÂ
You change direction, obeying him. A sly grin blossoms on your lips, dark eyes looking up into his, permeating them, permeating into his soul. You pick up the pace, moaning into your expression of elation.Â
âJungkook is such a pretty name,â you provoke and you heighten your sounds in volume and intensity just to piss him off, just to have your way.Â
A grunt escapes him, matching your pace. He wraps his fingers around your throat and squeezes. You hum.Â
âA pretty name to moan in my opinion.â A layer of sweat coats your body. Yoongi grasps your jawline firmly and your satisfied laughter inches you closer to your orgasm. You feel the hot flashes, roses surrounding youâits tender petals grazing your feverish skin. You give in, watching Yoongi do the same, his mouth in a tight line, hissing and sizzling, an open fire, an open fire you want to be radiated by, burned whole by. âJust imagine him here, watching us. Oh my god, imagine him knowing heâs the reason why you and I are doing this.âÂ
Yoongi has had enough.Â
He pushes you down harshly. Fills your hole to the hilt without letting you adjust, observing himself disappearing inside of you and begins to pound you into the table. The sound of skin slapping, the hard and quick strokes, the ravaged grunts he lets out, the fast changeâit all takes your breath away, so much that you canât, in fact, breathe. He grabs your face and makes you look at him. The dead of the night captured in his features, you absorb it, whining like the brat you are onto his mouth, mingling into your noises your approval, your yesâ.Â
Swallowing it, he kisses you, keeping his eyes open. âHe could never fuck you like this.âÂ
You laugh. He swallows that, too, moaning. âWhat if he could?âÂ
He taps you on the cheek, a warning, giving you an exceptionally hard stroke that causes you to scream. He pauses. Does it again. Over and overâand your screams echo across the room, your own soul slipping out of your body. Petals flutter against you and youâre done for, hanging off the edge. Youâre close, so terribly close. Your eyesight blurs and Yoongi pulls out entirely and rams into you. Again and again, abusing your cervix.Â
You moan his name, goneâentirely gone.Â
âYes, moan my name like that. Just mine,â he mutters. âWhoâs fucking you this good? Whoâs gonna make you come?âÂ
He rams into you more rapidly than before. Your senses leave you until all that you know is Yoongi. His name, his scent, the wholeness of the night encompassing him.Â
âYou, Yoongi, you. Fuck, Iââ
Yoongi laughs maniacally. âYes, thatâs right. Thatâs my good girl.âÂ
He rolls his hips, slowing down the coming of your orgasm, owning you. Lets your senses come back to you momentarily. You swallow, your throat dry and you blink, dazed still. Yoongi kisses you, giving you all that he took from you.Â
âWhoâs only capable of fucking you like this, honey, hm?â he asks, his voice tender and sing-song. âMy pretty honey, so fucked out. So out of it.âÂ
You whine and you donât control what comes out of you, your body answering for you. âYou, Yoongi. Youâre fucking me soâso good. I canâtâfuck. Youâre the only one.âÂ
He smiles down at you fondly, kissing your nose, then your lips, parting your mouth and swirling his tongue around yours briefly. Then he withdraws, begins to fuck you again, slowly, reaching to the side for something.Â
Once you see his phone in his hand, your heart stops. And when he puts the device to his ear, your throat dries up even more. You suddenly become aware of the silence all around, especially in your chest. You canât breathe, you canât blinkâ
Yoongi jackhammers into you, purposefully luring your loud noises out of you. âMy girlfriend wants to fuck you.âÂ
You gasp, squeezing your eyes shut, the suddenness, the quickness of pleasure you havenât yet felt piercing you. Fuck hot flashes and petals, you feel a heavy urge of your orgasm closing down on you.Â
âSheâs so desperate for you, even when Iâm fucking the life out of her.âÂ
You flutter your eyes open to see Yoongi surveying you. You scrunch your faceâso close, so fucking closeâand then he puts the phone to your ear. Breathing, hard, ragged breathing fills all of your senses and you come.Â
Itâs an explosion. Roses bursting, their dew soaking you and Yoongi whole and you exit. You exit out of this situation, this world, this universe while your soul remains here with them. Vibrancy, colors so beautiful and sensations so vivid, ardent and fierce. You donât know what it is youâre feeling or where you are. That is, until Yoongiâs voice yanks you back to planet Earth, back into this world, this situationâback to them.Â
âIn fact, she just came for you. Squirted.âÂ
You sob. Overstimulated, rhapsodic, but effulgent. Yes, you emit light and glow. You can see it in Yoongiâs softened eyes.Â
âThink about it. No pressure. Just know she wonât shut up about you. I recall her saying your name would be pretty to moan while she played with her pussy. I think itâs only right you fuck it out of her.âÂ
With that, he hangs up.Â
You brim with so many emotions that it numbs you. Happy tears flow out of your tear ductsâand happily, endearingly, Yoongi chortles. You donât even feel humiliation or shame. On the contrary, youâre ready to come again.Â
Yoongi kisses you and the sounds he slips into your mouth divulge how happy he is about this, how pleased he is with himself.Â
You pout, burning your eyesight into his. He begins to rut into you.Â
âWhat, youâre not even gonna thank me?â he says, grinning, as if he wasnât fucking you at all, as if you two were still sitting at the dinner table, conversing.Â
You stammer, head empty, silencing yourself and trying again. âWhatâwhat made you change your mind?âÂ
Yoongi places open-mouthed, wet kisses along the bone of your jaw, and there he seals his answer. âI made up my mind the moment you admitted you wanted to be fucked by him, but you wouldnât shut up about him. I wanted to hear you babble for me. About me. I just had to mess you up to get to that point.âÂ
You mewl, running your hands through his sweat-slicked hair. Like a cat, he perks up to your touch, lifting his head, angling it. He kisses you, deeply. Kisses your relief.Â
âWhere are your manners, hm?â he whispers onto your mouth, giving you hard strokes that erase your vocabulary. You want to make him come and so you push against his thrusts, but to no avail. The intensity wonât allow you.Â
âThank you, Yoongi,â you murmur, cradling his face, pecking him, giving him the softest eyes you could muster so you can show him how much it means to you.Â
He approves of your effort on bettering your manners and to reward you, he lifts you up and fucks you in the air. Your breasts bounce against the material of his T-shirt, stimulating you and he alters between jackhammering into you and sliding you up and down on his length. Your pussy squelches around his girth, tightening and Yoongiâ
Yoongi loses his mind.Â
And itâs him who begins to babble when you snap your hips down on him in circles.Â
âJust like that, honey, oh fuck. So good, so good for me.âÂ
He takes it until his sounds grow in volume and you focus so much on his pleasure that you forget about yours.Â
But you donât let him take charge.Â
âLet me fuck you, please, Yoongi. I wanna make you come.âÂ
Just like you, heâs out of it and because of that, because you asked so nicely, he lets you.Â
His chest heaves, staccatos of his choked out breaths sail through the room and you can see it on his face that heâs close. Brows furrowed, bottom lip bleeding due to the way he bites hard on it, the way his mouth pops open and his eyes flutter closed.Â
You hold onto his neck with your dear life.Â
âLook at me,â you demand and swirl your hips in slow circles around his tip. âI want you to look at me when you come.âÂ
Youâre so stunned that he allows you to be in charge, even more when he truly does open his eyes and pierces his gaze into yours.Â
âI need to pull out,â he breathes, but you shake your head, snapping your hips down on him harshly.
âNo, I want your cum in me. And I want it to be inside of me when Jungkook fucks me.âÂ
Yoongi grunts and this is it for him. His cock twitches in you, over and over again and then you feel itâthe hot, thick ropes of his cum stuffing you full. Youâre so mesmerized by the feeling, by the blissfulness evident on his face, by the smoothness between his brows at last that you canât even milk him dry. Youâre frozen, stupefied by his beauty, by his personal rapture and you want to feel it in unity with him. You kiss him.Â
Itâs him who fucks him cum into you, burying it deep, moaning into your lip lock.Â
Itâs him who lays you down to your original position and briefly, feebly licks the sheen on your spread lips before devouring your clit.Â
Itâs him who gives you the fastest orgasm of your life.Â
And itâs him who tells youâin the showerâthe story of how he almost beat up Jungkook black and blue once he heard him say how pretty you are.
And itâs you who checks up on him.Â
âYou sure youâre okay with this?âÂ
Youâre stroking his hair in the bed, the duvet heavy and warm around your body and his, the night overflowing into morningâYoongi, too.Â
Heâs falling asleep, but still conscious, still here with you, purring.Â
âI wouldnât be waking him up in the middle of the night if I wasnât,â he whispers, opening his eyes to look at you, to see you enveloped in the extra blanket of the dawnâs rosy lightâglowing, throwing the sun off of its throne. âPoor guy just got out of the military and youâve already rocked his world.âÂ
You smile, fondly, thumb caressing his temple. Yoongi hums in appreciation.Â
âIâm happy for him heâs getting pussyâone thatâs mine. Before he enlisted, he spent all his time painting and getting drunk alone,â he pauses in a thought, blinking at the light. âYou still want this?âÂ
You nod, settling into his chest. Yoongi pulls you closer, tucking the duvet into the lines of your form, bringing in comfort and sleepiness.Â
âIâll make sure you have the time of your life. Iâll be here the whole time, taking care of you,â he promises against your hair and you squeeze him.Â
âHe hasnât said yes, though. He could turn me down.âÂ
âIâve seen the way he looked at you. You have nothing to fear. Heâll come to you like a puppy.âÂ
Yoongi sinks the promise onto the plane of your forehead and holds you as you drift to sleep. Happy, relieved, steamed off of all the negative things you went through. It evaporates into the dawnâfar, far away from you.Â
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đThings that could help you feel closer to your f/ođŞ˝
i know not all of these things will work for some people but here are some things i do, or plan on doing, that i think could be helpful :3
~ Draw them or, even better, draw yourself or your s/i with them
~ Think about what they smell like (whether canon or what you believe) and purchase perfumes or candles that smell like them
~ Make or buy their favourite food or food you think they would enjoy (if you also enjoy it)
~ Create a playlist that reminds you of them, or with music that you think they would enjoy
~ What is their comfort clothing item? Perhaps you could find or buy that for yourself to keep a part of them with you, and experience borrowing/wearing their clothes
~ Make a pinterest board for them, with pictures of them or things that remind you of them
~ Watch movies, shows, documentaries or videos that you think they would enjoy (if you also enjoy it)
~ Does a plushie or keychain exist of your f/o that you could buy, if not, maybe you could make one? It would be fun to have a mini version of your f/o that you could carry around with you!
~ You could make or buy bracelets/necklaces with your f/o's name or colours or gems that remind you of them
~ Write about them! Whether its fanfiction or simply just writing how you feel about them, it could be a stress-relieving activity
i had a good time thinking of these and definitely plan to eventually do the things i haven't yet done on this list, i hope some of these ideas are helpful and fun for you too! <3
im kinda afraid to post this and i know this isnt what i normally post buuut its my blog so get over it :p/lh
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Can i asks how u draw buildings? Or like, how u learned!! I need to be able to draw sum fur the game im making but ive been avoiding it because idk how
i actually dont know myself which is why im practicing!
the truth is ive been drawing minecraft houses because its fun for me and pushes me to draw somethign thats otherwise really hard for me.
part of the trouble of drawing any inanimate object for me has always been figuring out the 'body' or the 'shape' of that thing. ie 'how do i simplify this in a way that conveys what its supposed to be, while not being too detailed or not detailed enough'.
minecraft houses work really nicely for that in my practice because theyre already simplified in a sort of cartoony way, but theyre still definitively 3d objects with space, depth and figure. how much detail i add or take away is up to me and the individual drawing.
after i draw minecraft houses for awhile, i plan to 'graduate' to drawing buildings i think look cool in a similar style. i have a pinterest board where i save buildings that iwant to try drawing someday. i also sometimes walk around my city irl and draw some of the more historical townhomes and buildings there, so i get life study practice too!
anyway, long answer but in short: im still learning! im not done learning yet, i dont think i ever will be, but this specifically ive just started taking a crack at. its scary but we can learn... *extends paw* together
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