#let me imagine ittttt

[lemonshrimp666]

In light of the recent VA Twitter live clips that had me ☠️🪦

I’m picturing Shadow and Amy heading to their next show aka Sabrina Carpenter. Amy initiates saying how much she would have loved Maria and how fun it would be if they could all be together now. Shadow felt he could be vulnerable enough with Amy to talk about Maria most to. He had shared stories, photos, and what he remembered. Being Amy’s friend meant he could also feel closest to what Maria would have wanted him to feel and experience. Amy had a similar enthusiasm he found himself tolerating and almost missing more these days.

“She would have totally looooved this, I know it”

“Yeah. Maybe even more excited than you.”

“That says a lot!? Shadow…look, I really admire you doing this and just living your life now, not so worried about ya know…”

“She’d want me to”

“You’ve said a lot about moving on blah blah…but you really do still think about her, huh?”

“…all the time.”

“Hm…you know what I think? You keep her alive more than anyone now lost could ever hope for. I mean that.”

Shadow felt his eyes sting a bit.

“Its always for her.”

“Hey… You’re such a good person, Shadow. Ya know what I think—she’d honestly kinda look a lot like Sabrinaaaa!!??? Like c’mon?! AHHH!!! How cute is that?! She was beautiful, Shadow!”

“Yes…She was…”

“Let’s be as happy and carefree tonight as she would have been, k?”

“Deal.”

[live-laugh-lenney]

Idk if you’ve seen g-xix’s posts about Arthur’s boxing days and it has got me on my kneeeees😭😭 like imagine being at an event he’s fighting at as a guest or even the venues first aider👀 u get to wipe the blood from his face and look after him and he’s staring at you while u work and you don’t even notice because ur so focused on making him better and u look up and just make eye contact uuuuuugh!!!!!

stop ittttt...

"you're so pretty," he mumbles softly, "so pretty."

"okay, arthur, how hard did you get hit?"

he cocks a confused eyebrow in her direction, which sent an intense stinging pain across his face from the open wound that was bleeding from behind the hairs of one of his eyebrows, wincing softly before the pain subsided from the way his skin stretched to accommodate his expression. his face was aching; his eyes were sore and watery and his cheeks still felt like they were being hit, head throbbing from the way he'd been punched and knocked back, and his eyebrow was pulsing as blood dribbled down his cheek.

this was a tame injury compared to what she had dealt with before as a volunteer first-aider.

where she was still in university, she was looking for opportunities to help push herself higher in the world outside of her uni walls and that would give her a resumé that would knock the socks off her any of her future employers when she was let free from education. she took up a volunteering job, having been trained in the job beforehand, that involved being able to help people and being there as a lookout if things went sour.

so a split eyebrow was nothing compared to the broken noses she had seen or the fractured eye-sockets that she'd had to send off for further attention so she was glad arthur wasn't badly injured enough to require hospital attention and a stay in a patient's ward.

"i didn't get hit that hard but if you think this is bad then," he leans a little closer in her direction and brings his voice to a hushed whisper, "you should definitely see the other guy."

she snorts out a laugh of amusement and his lips cock up into a grin, that was almost a cocky looking smirk, and she busies herself and her hands by reaching for cotton-wool balls and some disinfectant to soak the material in so she could clear up the dried blood on his skin.

she did know of arthur around university.

she'd bumped into him and his friends a few times on her nights out, when she had no volunteering and had no work to finish before her deadlines, and she was forever walking passed him in the corridors on her way to her lectures and they never shied away from saying 'hi' to each other... she found him cute, in an endearing way... a way that made her want to get to know him a little more.

"i've seen the other guy. i was watching the whole thing," she admits, head dipped down as she focused on soaking the cotton (as well as her fingers) in the disinfectant solution in her hand, "i never knew you were a boxer."

"i needed something to keep myself fit," he shrugs, eyes completely smitten with staring at her; the way she moved so elegantly around the small medical room of the hall they were in, the way she was so gentle with everything she did, how focused she was on her job, "you got the gruesome side to all of this."

"i like helping people."

and, deep down, arthur's heart softened because... of course she did.

when she looked back in his direction, bowl full of soaking cotton-wool balls held tight in her hand, his eyes darted somewhere else in the room. a poster, which detailed the human body, becoming a lot more interesting than being caught watching her.

"arthur-"

"i wasn't-"

"no, i just need you to look directly at me so i can clean the cut," she says softly and he didn't realise just how close to him she was, almost standing between his dangling legs, and the smell of disinfectant was strong in his nose, "i won't bite."

she uses her free hand to guide his face into a better position, under the light so she could see how clean his wound was, and his stubble was sharp against the pads of her thumb and fingers. as she went to look at the bleeding wound, he couldn't help but look at her... eyes making eye-contact and she felt her legs turning into jelly.

"you are so pretty," he whispers softly, "believe me, please."

"arthur-"

"i should get beaten up more often," he says with a cheeky smile, "the first aider is one i'd love to see again." xx

[springseasonie]

Auralism | PJS (M)

Voice actor Jisung x fem reader

Part 2. Part 3. Part 4.

Summary: Auralism is to be sexually aroused by sound, which includes people's voices.

Warnings: sexual content, mutual masterbation, Jisung is talking you through it hehe

Word count: 1,2k

A/N: was getting back into audio porn and it inspired me :)) I love Jisung voice and if y'all didn't know about audio porn, reddit and quinn are top teir. Get into ittttt. Feedback is loved and appreciated 🩷🩷

This was something you never told anyone you were into. You preferred to keep this particular interest to yourself, not because you were embarrassed but because you wanted to keep him to yourself. "Him" is a man that goes by the name of LilJisung on Reddit. You had no idea what he looked like, no one did. You just knew his voice.

His voice did things to you no one could even imagine. It was deep, soft, calm. Jisung had you under a spell. Every time you heard his voice, even a tiny sigh, your heart would jump. Sometimes you really wanted to know what he looked like, if his voice matched his face or if he looked like anything you imagined. But right now, you were laying in your bed, headphones in as you scrolled through your phone to find one audio you never listened to (and you've heard almost all of them).

Just when you were about to give up, you saw something that you've never seen before peak your interest. The title of the audio was "couldn't sleep". You pressed on it and laid your phone flat, expecting for it to be regular audio, but you couldn't even be more wrong.

"Hey guys."

The butterflies erupted in your stomach, hands immediately clutching your shirt at the sound of his voice. God, he was so sexy without even trying, making you go crazy and all he said was 2 words.

"As you can tell by the title, I couldn't sleep. So I decided to record something. If I sound a little different, it's because I'm laying down and the mic is attached to my chain."

Your body shivers with anticipation, taking in every single word with sinful intent. In all honesty, you were barely listening to him, the sheer tone of his voice turning your core into a river. You were shamelessly obsessed with the man. Your hands were moving on their own, fingers tracing the middle of your chest as you laid on your back, moving right between your legs.

"I'm gonna do something a bit different. We're close, right? Well we should be. I've made you cum without even having touched you many times I bet."

And he was about to do it again. You hadn't even started stimulating yourself yet, but Jesus. The things he says are enough to make you cum untouched. His deep, but careful voice and way of speaking – it turned you on so much. He knew his audience so well, always listening well to their comments and loving everything everyone had to say.

"I want you guys to touch yourself as you listen to me touch myself and talk to you."

You listened to the faint sound of him stroking his lubed cock through your noise canceling headphones, sinful sounds ticking your ear drums. You were salivating, legs getting stuck to your sheets as your body was getting hotter and hotter. His soft sighs were beginning to really excite you, mind reeling from all the sounds.

"I hope you're in a comfortable position right now. I bet you look so pretty. If you have clothes on..fuck.. take all of them off. I want to feel as if you're here with me."

You opened your eyes moving off your bed at the speed of light. The audio continued, his soft moans and sighs permeating your ears as you took your clothes off. Finally getting everything off, you laid in your bed again, legs spread wide.

"I really, really love doing these," he starts. "Fuck..I'm so turned on right now." You hear him gulp, smacking his teeth as he opens his mouth, letting out a shaky moan as he stroked himself faster. Moans and groans fell from his lips, tickling you in all the right places.

"You know how much I like it when you follow directions, so let me guide you pretty girl."

Your brows furrowed, core getting even more wet at his sultry voice.

"Run your hands all over your body baby. Just like that. And keep those legs open for me. I bet you look so fucking pretty with your pussy on display for me."

Your breath was shaky, his voice sending you into overdrive. You haven't even started touching yourself yet, but you were ready to let go at any moment. The raspy whispers, dirty words in a calm innocent tone – you needed him.

"Now take those pretty hands and put them between your legs. Just- oh fuck. Fuck this feels so good."

You started rubbing your clit, brows furrowing almost immediately from how overly sensitive you were. The sound of his breath quickening made your stomach do flips, the slight rasp in his throat as he tried to keep his loud groans down.

"I wish I could see you right now, touch you and make you feel good. You want me to make you feel good?"

You nodded, slipping completely into your element. At this point, you're in a parasocial relationship with this guy. He's the only man that has made you cum and you've never touched him, let alone seen him. The way he spoke sent you into a frenzy, it felt like he was actually there with you.

"Slip those cute fingers in for me, pretty girl. They're probably not as long as mine. You probably thought about it haven't you, hm? Me with my fingers deep in your cunt?"

You slipped your fingers in, fingering yourself at a good pace as soon as you started. Your eyes were shut, moans echoing in the room. You couldn't even hear yourself due to the noise canceling headphones you had on. Your other hand made its way to your chest, rolling your nipple between your fingers. You pinched and pulled the sensitive bud while his voice rushed your eardrums.

"Fuck, I want you to go faster with me okay?"

You fingered yourself faster, moving your hand from your nipples and circling it on your clit in unison with your other hand. You were in heaven at this point, overstimulated to the brim. Your moans and whines become louder with him, unable to control yourself.

"Fuck you're doing so well. You always do well for me," he said, voice a bit whiny. "Shit, I'm probably gonna cum soon," he chuckled softly mixed with his moans. The sound of him stroking himself faster rang through your ears, lighting the flame in your stomach. His breathing hitched, whines going up in pitch with every breath he took.

"I-I want you to cum with me okay," he whimpered breathlessly, deep voice cracking from the pleasure. "Please cum with me. Please, please, please."

"Oh my god," you whined. At this point, you fully stopped fingering yourself and rubbed your aroused bud. Your jaw dropped as you threw your head back. Your other hand gripped your sheets hard, knuckles lightening in color.

"I'm cumming, fuck." You listened to him cum, his moans loud in your ears as you came at the same time. "Yes, keep cumming for me. God, I wish I could see you."

Your body shuddered, muscles tensing so hard it hurt. Yet again, he gave you one of the best orgasms of your life. Breathing shakily, you plopped down on your bed weakly once again listening to his breathing.

"Well that was fun." His laugh was raspy and light, almost as if he wasn't whispering the dirtiest thing in your ear a second ago. "Thank you for spending more time with me. I hope you came as much as I did, pretty girl. Hope to see you next time."

And with that, the audio finished, and thankfully, so did you.

[pansy-picnics]

Hey there are land of stories fans here right? I was thinking about it again am i the only one who just gets unreasonably angry thinking about the ending of book 2 for no reason. LIKE THE BUILDUP IS SOOO FUCKING GOOD AND THEN IT JUST. DROPS. FOR NO REASON. AND EYE HATE IT.

conners abandonment issues and alex’s rejection sensitivity are just bubbling up for the first time in SUCH a tense scene here it’s genuinely SO powerful because the narrative has been hinting towards their separate paths for the ENTIRE BOOK and conners been REJECTING it the ENTIRE time because he’s a PUSSY. and when i was listening to it again i was 100% expecting them to both start SCREAMING at each other and for charlotte to have to drag conner through that portal KICKING AND SCREAMING but instead conners just like “:( ….Okieeeee…..Ily alex 🥺” and then they just LEAVE?!(!?!!? LIKE?!?!?!?? I HATE ITTTTT I HATE IT SO MUCH,!?!!?

LIKE YOU CANNOT CONVINCE ME ANYONE LET ALONE THIS THIRTEEN YEAR OLD BOY WOULD BE THIS CHILL ABOUT THIS. FOR ALL THEY KNOW THIS COULD BE THE LAST TIME THEYRE SEEING EACH OTHER LIKE. EVER? AFTER CONNER ALREADY ALMOST LOST EVERYTHING? AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BELIEVE THEYRE JUST GONNA HUG IT OUT?!,!!?? THESE TWO??? ABSOLUTELY THE FUCK NOT???????????

CAN YOU IMAGINE THE CRAZY ASS CLIFFHANGER CHRIS COULDVE LEFT THIS ON. CAN YOU IMAGINE THE INSANITY THAT WOULDVE ENSUED. IF WE SAW THEM ACTUALLY FIGHT FOR ONCE. IF WE SAW CONNER GET DRAGGED THROUGH THE PORTAL SECONDS BEFORE IT CLOSES KICKING AND SCREAMING WHILE ALEX IS SEETHING WITH RAGE. IF IT JUST ENDED WITH CONNER THINKING HIS SISTER MAY AS WELL BE DEAD AND THAT HED NEVER SEE HER AGAIN. GOD. CAN YOU IMAGINEEEEEEE.

and don’t you DARE fucking tell me “Uhmmm its a kids book 🤓☝️” Because i will actually start bashing you to death with hammers. A guy literally got shot in this series and we saw it live do not even try to tell me THIS is crossing the line. Be fucking for real.

[lightlycareless]

A preview of something I'm writing :) idk where i got this idea from but i just had to write ittttt will be posted very soon.

edit: it's now complete :>

Naoya is usually the one to call you first during missions, the one to check in with you every so often just to see how you are and vice versa. Thus, it’s easily become one of his favorite moments when away: getting to talk to you about the strange, sometimes stupid occurrences that happen in his work, while you listen intently, tell him of your day or while reminding him of how you miss him oh so greatly and couldn’t wait for him to get back home.

He’s never asked, nor expected you to take the initiative, knowing well the dangers of his career could only heighten if you do so, but he won’t deny that there weren’t moments where he hoped you’d be the one to call him when he needs you most. Naoya always gets excited when he hears the first Hello? When you finally pick up the call, after all…

However, when you finally had the initiative to contact him, seemingly unprovoked while in the middle of a mission…

Far from being enthralled, he was worried.

“If you can, get back home as soon as possible”

Because of the previous arrangement, you never, ever contacted him, less it was to be an emergency… which is why he was catapulted to imagine nothing but the worst.

The fear of this thought is what pushes Naoya to quickly wrap up whatever it was that he was working on and quickly make his way back to the estate, offering no explanations nor apologies, simply rushing past everyone as soon as he arrived and going straight to your location, to the garden he knew he’d always find you in, in the company of your loyal staff.

Upon hearing his rushed footsteps and receiving one of your maiden’s confirmation, you gasp, quickly turning around to acknowledge your husband and give him a big, warm smile, jumping on your feet to give him an equally big and warm hug, which your husband instinctively receives eagerly, quickly diving into the embrace of his beloved wife, until remembering why he was so urged in the first place, eventually pulling away.

“What’s wrong, dear?” you ask upon seeing his concerned face.

“What do you mean what’s wrong—you—you sent me a message asking me to get back home quickly!” He frowns, unease evident in his voice. “Are you ok? What happened?!”

“What message…” you frown, before gasping with realization “Oh, that one! I didn’t mean it like that…”

“Then what did you mean?” Naoya persists, his heart barely starting to calm down. “What could I possibly make out of that message without getting worried?”

“… I didn’t mean to upset you… I just missed you” you pout, and regret for having spoken to you quickly settles in his chest.

“I missed you too” Naoya sighs, taking you once more in his arms. He could never get angry at you. “But you got me worried, what was I supposed to think after you never send me anything? If it’s nothing urgent just let me know next time, ok?”

“Well… Actually… it is urgent—There is something I need to tell you.”

Your words push Naoya back to square one, with his heart down to his stomach and the worst things he could think of flashing across his mind. But when he sees the gleeful, giggling look of your staff, giving you one last cheerful pat on the back before leaving the two alone, he now feels confused.

[acebytaemin]

ooooo personally I would love to know which songs you think are skz's best songs 👀 (if you want to share of course 💕)

HI raf first of all MWAH💖 you’re always thee sweetest tysm for asking & sorry it’s taken me a little bit of time but im here and READY. now this could take me as much time as i allow myself to type as i am quite the enjoyer of skz music (idk if you’ve noticed 🙈) so i decided to go for a reasonable number of 10 random faves (with commentary because well. it’s me) in signature ana proust style novel form with no real order bc that would be agony and they have TOO many damn songs. under the cut because well. you’ll see why.

any (balkan KINGS that song is on my blog at least 20 times i wish i was joking. GOES STEWPIDDDD. the rest of the songs aren’t really in order but any and ttath share number one FIRMLY)

ttath (experimental skzies is skzies at their best and i will always stand by that. when lino jokingly called this his fav skzies song i was both delighted and ready to fight (making mockery out of MY girl.. preposterous))

cover me (had NO idea hyunjin (producer) had ALL THAT in him. it’s ostensibly hard to make me love a ballad but this one’s in my top 5 skz songs it goes absolutely STUPID. the bridge/last chorus seungmin -> chan -> lino run is earth shattering)

FNF (imagine me leaving the ‘im crying in the club’ comment that had kibum going ‘you’re in the club?’ bangchan give me another club banger im holding you at gunpoint.)

on that note. GOING DUMBBBBBB i need your successor right now. i want you i love you. you’re my girl forever. gunpoint point stands.

DLMLU (SO many people weren’t that impressed and that makes me lose my mind. this is my favorite genre of song. makes me feel something incrementally similar to the emotions become undone by shinee invokes which speaks for itself more than any words i could ever say)

i hate to admit (IF IT HAS ONE MILLION FANS I AM ONE OF THEM IF IT HAS ONE HUNDRED FANS I AM ONE OF THEM IF ITS ONE FAN ITS ME IF THERE’S NO ONE I AM DEAD‼️ im telling you i NEED a mashup of chan’s current solos x this to produce the silk shirt rnb desperate begging hey lover by boyz II men & ll cool j chan track of my dreams. or at LEAST give me rehab by rihanna. SOMETHING anything.)

every 3racha song but let’s talk about ZONE right now (monumental. abysmal. han opens it all politely cutely then changes the flow to more dark then gets rude with it (switching up his flow is his specialty to me he’s so good at it and this song is a perfect showcase of that) and the chorus is good fun and all but when SEO CHANGBIN goes IN. that dude is out of his mind that’s all im saying lest we stay here all night)

phobia (IM STUCK WITH A PHOBIA !!! same genre as dlmlu in my sick and twisted mind bc they’re both absolutely desperate with it. different styles but same raw emotion. Obsessed. headbanging as we speak.)

STOP/road not taken (MMMOOOOREEEEEE of this. i do have a bit of a bone to pick w most of their earlier stuff in view of production but when they got it they GOTTTT ITTTTT)

and this is track 11 actually but who’s counting. can i talk about hanji for a second? let me talk about hanji for a second. VOLCANO i had no idea about that song until like a month ago LMAO and it’s been on my mind all the time. the lyrics bring me to my knees and i absolutely love his flow i think he’s my fav skz rapper actually. he has such a special way of expressing emotion and i know he loves to play w autotune but i just can’t help but wish there were less effects on his voice just to Feel it more but we’ll get there someday. absolutely gorgeous is my point.

[goldennivoree]

HELLO DOCTOR!!!

Well hello readers ,

Welcome to my first ever story on tumblr … A SMUT STORYYYYY !!! WAAAAAAAAAhhhhhhhhTTTTTT

Starting my tmblr journy with an unholy story seems perfect to me … lololollll

Read y/n as your name and put your wild imagination on work and visualise all the words in your mind as if it’s happening for real …

Im sure you’ll find water in your pools as your garden starts to bloom *wink wink ….

Warning: SMUT and most type of SMUT ! Minors ! I will write a fluff content soon so wait until then… Rest of the thirsty readers- keep your hobi water on.

LETS GET ITTTTT……

Y/n’s POV

My life could be quite boring as a teacher if I never had Jungkook as my best friend. It was our set time table for weekends to hang out together. He was a doctor And also a very famous one. He only had Sunday’s free but if someone got unlucky And needed the famous skin doctor on sunday then Jungkook used to rush coz duty comes first…..

‘ lets skip today kook , I’m not feeling that good’ i told him with a irritated voice over phone.

‘ ok’ he said And took me by surprise because he usually never agrees with my negative responses so easily until and unless its dire.

‘ im already at your gate so you have five minutes to come or else I’m breaking down the door’ he said jokingly but the firmness in his voice pushed me to change into a skirt and shirt and run to him in four point fifty minutes exactly before he actually knocks something over. He is burly what can i say…

‘ damn ! You look exhausted… what’s wrong with you?? He asked me looking very fine in skinny black jeans and oversized black tee.

‘ nothing, Just a bit sleepy that’s all’ i lied very convincingly. I can’t tell him what’s my problem, it’s a girl problem, I know he’s a doctor but hes my best friend too. And it’s embarrassing if i tell him about my teeny tiny problem. Plus , my super strong crush on him since past two years wasn’t helping. I silently squirmed in my seat while Jungkook told me him stories about his week using his tulip lips.

‘ y/n , are you really ok ? You really don’t seem fine’ he asked me staring right into my eyes

I realised he has stopped the car and was looking at me quite concerned. We had reached the mall parking lot but he was yet to park the car.

‘ i … uhhh … i … ‘ i kept strutting but his soft doe eyes calmed me down and i felt that i can tell him.

‘ im fine koo , it’s just that I’m quite itchy and it’s burning’ i said in a low voice

‘ ohh , itcy where?’ He asked

‘ down there’ i said in such a low voice that i was sure he didn’t hear it

‘ that’s it ?? It’s a such a simple thing, you should’ve told me earlier’ he said and started the car and parked it at the end of lot where no one was there.

‘Come to the backseat and Show me’ he turned towards me once he closed all the roller blinds of the windows and went to the rear seat.

He got me puzzled but i still went to the rear as i sat in front of him staring at him with a big question mark on my face. ‘ show what ‘ i asked

‘ your kitty of course,,, it’s not much well so i need to see before i can give suitable medication’ he said so casually.

Does he even realise what he’s saying. Its ok if he sees lots of skin in his profession but I’m his best friend and seeing your best friends private part is definitely not a suitable thing to do.

‘You’re joking right?’ I asked him

‘Am I smiling?’ He pointed to his lips with an even serious look ‘ no , right . So show me . You can trust me bun , i wiill take care of you.’ His calm and reassuring voice ignited some confidence in me and i nodded my head.

I folded my legs up my chest and my hands went towards the waistband of my black coloured lace panties. I pulled it down a little bit and looked a Jungkook nervously. He smiled warmly and placed his hands on mine and helped me remove my panties in one swift but calm motion. And there i was sitting bare in front of my best friend. I shut my legs in embarrassment but his eyes told me that i was scared about nothing. He kept his hands on my knees and pulled them apart. The air from the car’s ac made me shiver and sent a tingle in my pussy which jungkook was now staring. He turned on the flashlight from his phone and went down to see my burning area.

‘ its gone all red’ he said with a hint of worry in his voice ‘ lie down a bit.’ He said and helped me by putting his hands on my waist. My heart fluttered due to his gentle and careful touch. I wondered how his female patients didn’t fall in love with him because of his admirable and soft persona. Or maybe they did … who knows….

My chain of thoughts was broken when his cold fingers glided through my folds. I shut my eyes tight when i saw him looking at my heat with so dedication. I felt surge of hormones rising through out my body and then reaching towards my core and i knew i was getting wet. His fingers kept exploring my pussy tracing it trying to see as much as he can. Millions of questions crossed my mind cause he was taking too much time to comprehend the issue.

‘Is everything okay ‘ my voice seemed to wake him up from his day dream because he answered me in a haste.

‘ yes its all well , just a minor rash. No need to worry. I have an antiseptic in my apartment. Let’s go there and u can apply it for instant relief’ he said all of this in one single breath and then It was complete silence throughout the journey to his home.

Once we reached his apartment he told me to go his room while he fetched the medicine from another room which he has converted into his own mini dispensary. I have been to his apartment a million times but today felt different. I wondered why…

Suddenly i started to feel at unease once again as the itch started to increase its frequency. I needed to scratch myself immediately. I closed the door and ran to the bed , removed those black net panties and spread my legs. I sighed in relief once i started to rub my pussy with my fingers. Within a second i started to imagine my fingers as jungkookies fingers and pleasure took over me. I kept continuing my action until i felt another hand on mine ….

Jungkook POV

The moment i saw her I realised that some things wrong with her. But little did i knew that her problem would be so intimate. As a doctor i told her to show me in confidence but the moment i laid my eyes on her burning folds my heart starting pounding and nervousness took over me. Never in the world I imagined that I’d actually see her like this. Yes I have always been fond of her , even saw her as my special one but this was becoming too overwhelming for me. I glanced at her but she was already sitting stiffly with her eyes closed. I couldn’t help but fiddle with her pussy first but then my conscience slapped me and i immidiatley pulled my hands back and told her the diagonosis. I could feel heat emitting from my face and i had to keep my mouth shut and think about something else to ease my hardness.

I gulped large chunk of water once i sent her to my room. I had to cool down so that my brain starts working and i could find that medicine. It took me few minutes to find it though .. I really need to clean up this room. I went back to my room to give this tube to her. Without thinking twice i was about to get into the room as the door wasn’t shut but ajar. Just when i was about to set my foot in the room my eyes landed on the girl sitting on my bed with her legs open , garments down , playing with herself with such force and passion. Her eyes were closed , her lips just parted so that her two perfect front teeth were slightly visible making her look like a fairy who just landed on my bed and claiming it as her throne in the heaven. I should’ve given her , her space or should’ve announced my presence but instead i stood there watchin her , my legs turning into stone. Her pink folds were glistening. Oh yes she’s so pink , now that im seeing her in the light. My dick was twitching so badly in my jeans which were now getting even tighter. Her pussy was inviting me to touch it. She was rubbing it mercilessly unknowingly turning me so so on.

I went inside the room and something inside of me told me that i must help her as she needs me right now. I placed my hand on hers. She instantly opened her eyes and just for few seconds we had an intense eye contact.

‘ may i ?’ I asked her and she nodded within less than moment and I replaced my hand on her heat and started to rub it , gently at first but then vigorously. She was stifling her moans and i was not liking it. I wanted to listen her voice.

‘ speak up baby girl. I am here to hear you’ i said as i took my mouth near her warm pussy.

My lips touched her pussy and she let out a moan which only made me further excited to taste her. I swiped my tounge on her clit and was sure that I never had or never could taste anything better than this. I started to lick her even more passionately and her moans were like music to me igniting my passion even further. My hands went to her waist and slid inside her top towards her breast. I lifted her top above her breast and started to massage her boobs over her silky bra.

‘ koo , stop , I’m about to cum’ she barely managed to speak between her moans but I continued until she released all of her on me. Just as I always felt , she really tasted sweet. I moved on to her stomach kissing her naval and licking it.

Y/ns POV

His lips started to explore my body taking me to seventh heaven. Never in my wildest dreams i imagined this moment would come real. Several knots in my stomach were tying and untying when his tulip lips were kissing everywhere he could reach. He made me sit and removed my top completely. I was sitting just in my bra in front of my bestie of three years. Still it all was feeling so natural, like it was meant to be. I couldn’t wait anymore so I hurried over to him and started to remove his t shirt earning a chuckle from him. Once he stood shirtless i started to feel shy but he took my hand and kept it on His hard torso. I started to trace my fingers on his chest and stomach meanwhile he removed his pants. He then lied on me and we started to kiss each other so fiercely as if we were hungry for each other since an eternity.

Authors POV

The remaining clothes left their bodies in a swift motion and their naked bodies intertwined with each other mixing their scents. He sucked her erect nipples with such enthusiasm that she was nearing her second orgasm. She kept moaning his name and only stopped whenever he kissed her and sealed her voice. Her hands roamed throughout his body as if worshiping him. Soon his tool was in her hands and she realised how badly hard he was. It was her time to return the favour and show him how much she wanted him. She took his dick in her palm and guided it towards her pussy. She gave her pussy some rubs with his dick and Jungkooks melodic moans bloomed in her ears. He quickly took out one condom from the drawer and put it on his length. Jungkook was now on his peak of his wilderness and inserted her in one jerk. Though he stopped for a while until she adjusted.

‘ is it ok now love ‘ he asked her gently. His hair dancing on his forehead once he started to move after she nodded

He kept looking at her while fukcing her to see any sign of discomfort. But she was far away from feeling discomfort, instead she was feeling ecstatic. She put her arms around his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss intertwining their tongues. He increased his pace thrusting her even deeper touching all her insides. She broke the kiss to match her moanings with his grunts. The only sounds echoing in the room belonged to both of them. Her finger nails dug into the skin of his back and motivating him to go deeper and deeper. This episode took quite some minutes until he released inside her. He lied on top of her and they kept kissing one another , tasting each other’s lips

‘ how r u feeling’ he asked her

‘ much better .’ She cooed ‘ you really are a great doctor’ she chuckled jokingly

He went to the side table and took the medicine in his hands and rubbed it on her pussy ‘ it will heal in no time’ he said

There was a silence for few moments until she started to speak again

‘ can we do this again someday?’ She asked not looking directly at him but at the ceiling.

‘ yes of course, i like you too much to say no ‘ he said looking her face admiring her delicate features.

She looked back at him listening to her response’ i like you too koo ‘ she replied softly and they sealed their new journey as a couple with a kiss.

‘One more thing y/n -ah ‘ he said with a mischievous grin ‘ I know it looks more sexy but wear cotton fabric when its itchy’ he teased.

She went all red and nuzzled her face in his neck and he hugged her tightly to never let her go ….

The End

for now

[d3stinyist1red]

I cannot thank youuu , because of you i started reading kengan ashura, and let me tell you i didnt REGRETTT ITTTTT😭!!! I'm literally so in love with raiannnn🤭, and Just imagining yandere raian in your writing style AHHHHHHHHH!!!!😫

Anyway keep up the workkkkk , yoir stories are the besttttt!!!!!(this is my first time ever sending a message to an author i like☠️)

HIIIIIIIIIIII AND YESS I LITERALLY ONLY STARTED KENGEN ASHURA NAD MADE A BOOK OFF IT BC MY BESTFRIEND SUGGESTED IT TO ME SO YEAYAYAY AND YES SBOR RAIN IS SO FINEIENEEIE AHHH AND ALSO IM PROB GONNA MAKE A CHAPTER FOR KENGEN ASHURA SOOO YAAYAYA AND TYYY IM HAPPY THAT U LIKE MY WRTININGIGNGIGN

[lemonsilly]

FUUUUUUCK YEAH DAWG i cannot believe i missed the one with the tie i love the silver ring and the way D looks up at him like,,,,,, FUCK dude i can imagine John Crocker with the lasting influence of being under Her that he's got bouts of cruelty and control and oghuhgughhgh

-KD <3

"ALSO you fucking HAD me at saying he sounds like Mr. Bruce. Alarm Call but it's about Jade leaving. Give You Better but it's about feeding D an illusion.........

-KD"

long post below VVV

YES!!!! YES YES YES YOU GET IT!!! YOU GET ITTTTT I'M LITERALLY GOING INSANE!!! *GRIPS YOUR SHOULDERS*

And dude you are literally sooooooo right about the feeding Dave illusions part, I've always imagined him kind of feeding into Dave's need for validation and affection (Dave also totally did not have a good relationship with his father). Promising him dreams of comfort, uplifting him, giving him everything he needs. Holding his face while squeezing pills into his hand, being the one-way track to his self destruction. Isn't it beautiful? I'm your golden sun and you're my Icarus.

I just REAAAALLLY like the idea of John inheriting traits of his upbringing!! I think it's an interesting take on him! Especially if you contrast it with his beta self, who is pretty much the EMBODIMENT of freedom (heir of breath). Egbert's freedom kind of lets him be a little stupid and unperceptive. Both of which things Crocker is not!! I think part of it is a survival tactic, like he's a cornered animal. I mean, if you were raised in a home with a woman that was so violent to kill a dog, wouldn't you be on your toes as well? This unpredictability of his mother kind of forms his own form of chaos.

He is SOOO put together on the outside. Going on talk shows, charming the host, making the audience laugh. Sea salt cologne, neatly trimmed facial hair, dry-cleaned suits. Glasses with a little gem in the corner. But no one knows of his addictive indulgence of power and control, how he leverages things over Dave's head. How this plays into his deepest fears.

I'd imagine he gets into Dave's projects "out of interest" while subtly altering the story, budget, and production from the sidelines. Dave always fights back on it -- it's his vision -- but John will go to the ends of the earth to finish the argument on his terms.

Constant back and forth with these two!!!

[shiftyourrealitymp4]

manifestation

Since, getting back into shifting I learned more about manifestation! and today 2 of my manifestations came to me on THE SAME DAY!

I've been really wanting a new desk for my room since, my old one couldn't fit all of my things and it was so NOT cute... Also, I've been wanting a new computer for awhile now since my old one was constantly glitching, slow af and didn't turn on anymore.

Last night, I did my little meditation and visualized my new desk and computer!!! other things too, but I'll update on that later *winkwink*

Anyways, today my dad called me this morning and we went to the store to go fix my current computer (i felt bad asking for a new one..) so, I didn't mention anything about wanting a new one. While getting there, we couldn't find ANY parking so, we had to park in a neighborhood.

Where we parked there was a WHITE DESK!!! on the side of the road!!! IT LOOKED JUST LIKE HOW I IMAGINED IT! It was in good condition, some minor scratched and a bit of dust.., but overall SO CUTE!

anyway, we went inside of the store and my dad talked to the worker about fixing my computer. After awhile, they told us to wait and me and my dad walked around. He ended up telling me..

"You know what, let's just get you a new one." BRO I WAS SO HAPPYPPYPYP WOOHOOO!! like thank u lord.

SO I GOT A NEW COMPUTER ! which i'm currently typing on.. after that, we went back to the car and it was still there, and my dad is like "lets take that home for you" like u read my mind. 😈 FREE DESK LETS GOOOO! it's in such good condition i love ittttt bruhhhh

[winterarmyy]

OKAY HERE ME OUT! I have this idea ever since i found out abt it. What if the reason Sebastian always goes for blondes was because his first love had dark hair? He was so in love with her that even the thought of running his hands through any dark-haired woman's hair will remind him of "her". So he goes for blondes because he doesn't want to share the love he had for "her" to other women. Because the love he felt for "her" was otherwordly, almost truly heavenly, that he won't settle for anyone except "her".

I image the reason they broke up in the first place was something abt resposibilities or desire to put himself first, the break up was intiated by him but agreed by "her" because she loved him enough to let him go. Basically they didn't have a bad breakup. But, they did fell apart after that, because they had seperate lives. Until one day they were reunited. They still have feelings for each other but was insecure abt it. Thinking that "oh, after all this time, there's no way she feels the same..." vice versa.

I want to feel that "slow-burn, soft accidental touches, glances that worth thousands of deep confessions, the instict of acting out of habit,  remembering each others likes, dislikes, insecurities to the very core that even others doesn't know," and all of that fluffy yet deep cut feels.

18+ contents ahead btw.

Smut is an added bonus, imagine both him and her never really satisfied with anyone else after they broke up. They ruined each other so bad. And him remembering every single thing that make her squirm, him being so needy to feel her again, pre mature ejaculation because he finally, finally feels good. So good. Overstimulated by him just eating her the fck out. They be going at each other for hours.

I'm mentioning some of my fav authors here,

@angrythingstarlight @buckyalpine @cherryredmurdock @wkemeup @becca-e-barnes @sinner-as-saint @babyboibuckywrites @buckycuddlebuddy @revengingbarnes @creativebeang

or anyone who's interested, someone pleaseeeeee make this story because i need it. I'm tired of thinking about it, I wanna read ittttt. One shot, mini-series, I don't mind, I need it--

It does NOT have to be Sebastian. It can be Bucky or Frank, or his other characters. It's just the idea was spark by the theory of "Sebastian's type is blonde"

Your girl is desperate, honestly. BUT! I hope you have a nice day ahead!

[tunaababee]

I GOT TICKETS TO SEE TWENTY ONE PILOTS!! I cannot wait!!<3 It'll be my first concert with them after over a decade of loving their music!

OH MY GOD CONGRATS!!!!!!!!!!! IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU!!! the clancy tour is gonna be absolutely fucking world-shattering for me, i can feel it, and i imagine it'll be the same for you too!!!!! you gotta let me know how you find your show!!!! my first one was emotional roadshow in 2017 and it was and still is one of the best nights of my life.

I CAN'T WAIT TO GEEK OUT WITH YOU ABOUT ITTTTT

[shirks-all-responsibilities]

Oh MY, OH MYYYYYYYY...this is one of those fics that imprints on your mind long after you finish reading it. Ever since I read it earlier this week I have been trying to figure out how to express how PERFECT it is. It's written so damn flawlessly, drawing me in instantly and never letting me go, the little moments of explanation or introspection spaced so well and just right, the melancholy saturating everything and sticking with me for so long after...

How you make it so clear in so many ways how much they are a respite, a refuge, a solace for each other. The way the misery and unrelenting bleakness of their world permeates everything, how damaged they are from their pasts, the way that the little you reveal about their nightmares is enough to imply in shorthand the sheer hell these two have each been through in this world, how they just can't quite acknowledge what they are to each other, can't let something be good, can't risk heartbreak or loss again. My heart just breaks for them, and you wrote it so beautifully, so true to life.

And then we get to SOFT DOM JOEL. OK listen, the tenor and tone and EVERYTHING about your Joel here is WHAT I DREAM OF. IT IS WHAT I HAVE BEEN LOOKING FOR with him. It is absofuckinlutely PERFECT and I don't even know how to fully explain it. It's what I am always ravenously looking for in fic, and anytime I see it I am immediately BESOTTED for the writer, forever grateful to have another tonally-spot-on piece featuring power dynamics with such maturity and trust and care at their base. And everything is further deepened, the edges further tattered, by the ANGST surrounding everything, my heart!

Joel's gentle dominance is just PART of him, it's effortless, innate, and paired with his whole needing to lead and protect vibe and the little details you include that suffuse everything with care, tenderness, awe, and trust, it all coalesces into something so hot I was completely MELTING into the vibes of it. The way that he unintentionally positions himself on her, how quickly it shifts and they each fall into place so naturally???? That paragraph about how it feels to relax into that profound trust for this man was some exquisitely subby goodness???? The way you write about the female gaze all over this man, how that feels?? Everything that is wrapped up into that simple "I KNOW"??????? Knowing how much everything means to them but it's all shaded in denial? Every sentence was as perfect as the one before, every little choice you made, I just can't get over it. Mmmmm I want nothing more than to live in this fic, angst and all, GIMME ITTTTT.

One of my favorite things was that fresh twist on praise kink talk...how while Joel is verbally praising her, she's so blissed out that the only remnant of his words and intent floating into her conscious awareness is the deep, tonal, sensory rumble of his VOICE, how her imagination runs with it? Godddd I love that!!

Anyways, you shoulda seen me reading this fic, I was so completely absorbed and freaking the f out that I finally landed on the tone I've been looking for! I could just keep going on and on and on and on but would end up quoting the entire fic back to you verbatim, so I shall leave it there but hope I conveyed a tiny morsel of the delicious meal this fic is and thank youuuuuuu so much for writing and sharing it! 💖💖💖

— renegade

joel miller x f!reader

rated E - 3k words

tags - light angst, established situationship, nightmares, mutual yearning, lots of pretending, soft!dom Joel, restraints, face fucking, fingering, PiV

a/n - inspired by ‘renegade’ by big red machine

“Is this why you’re here?” Joel asks you, shifting his hips, pushing himself deeper into your fist. His voice rough with sleep, the sound making you squirm behind him.

It was easy to pretend it was.

That it was just physical. Fucking the nightmares from your head - that it could be anyone else burying themselves inside you, and the outcome would be the same.

You sleep better here. Anything is better than a night spent alone in the room that isn’t yours, and never will be. Nightmares find you there - seeking out your sorrow, draining you dry.

When it becomes too much, as it often does, you go to him. Going out into the night, slipping like a ghost into the shadows.

Finding the familiar way to inside - finally able to breathe again when the window slides shut with a click. When you’re curled in his bed, the blankets pulled over you like a shield.

It will get you shot, one day. Sneaking in like this. With anyone else you might have been already - but not with Joel.

You think he doesn’t really mind your nightly visits. The way he keeps the crates stacked just so, beneath the fire escape.

How he only locks one side of the window after you leave - the other just out of the reach of your knife, when you wiggle the latch open from the outside.

It smells like him - these faded, patterned sheets. Ones he’d never pick out for himself, in another life.

Before.

Ones that you can’t imagine him not having, because this is the only way you know him.

The familiarity soothes you, even though he’s not here. Exhaustion starting to weigh you down, starting at the tips of your limbs and curling around you like vines.

Eyelids growing heavy, listening to the rain that’s just begun to sprinkle down. Drowning out the stomping rows of boots outside - a white noise that lulls you to sleep.

This time - you don’t dream.

———

He almost missed that you’re here. The sound of your breathing, the little hitches of breath while you sleep, engulfed by the downpour.

Only seeing the lump in the blankets as he sheds his rain-stained coat, the canvas soaked-though at the shoulders.

A mark deepening between his brows as he glances at your form - the jacket and pants thrown over the broken radiator. Moving to the window, flipping the latch on the left side back into place.

You’re slippery. Squeezing through cracks. Worming your way into his room and under the hardened armor of his skin.

For anyone else, this layer you’ve peeled back and crawled beneath would be no more than surface-level. An acquaintance, perhaps.

But with Joel, it’s so much more. It makes his skin itch, as if it was flayed back - exposed and raw.

Uncomfortable. But not unwelcome.

He hadn’t seen you today - the silent check he does. Just needing a glance of your hair, your shape in the crowd. It’s enough, a second in the long minutes and hours that make up his day.

It’s a small relief, a fresh breath of air he didn’t know he needed.

Silently, he strips down. Clothes folded on a chair with chipped paint - someone old DIY gone wrong. Looking like The End had already hit, years before it did.

A hand running through his hair, pushing the damp strands back, padding over to the edge of the bed.

“Come on, honey.” His words hold a softness that doesn’t exist when the sun is shining - a moment he knows you won’t remember.

Gently easing you over, so he can fit himself in behind you. Curling into your warmth, the blankets tucked back around you both.

The frown easing from his face when you murmur - face burrowing into the pillow, fingers brushing against the arm that wraps around your ribs. The hand that flattens against your stomach.

His name, no more than sleepy murmur, as you get comfortable again.

“Joel.”

He wonders if you’re dreaming about him.

He wonders if he’ll dream about you.

———

He’s solid, strong back and broad-shouldered. Shifting in the night to face away from you, as he often did. For comfort or another attempt to keep others out - a literal barrier - you’ll never know. Your chest presses against his spine, an arm curling around his waist.

Your eyes crack open. It’s still dark out, the sky just starting to streak with grey. You hadn’t slept long but you had slept soundly - the best you’ve had in days.

The tip of your nose brushes against the cotton of his shirt. Shifting so you can move higher, so it can skim against the base of his neck, instead. Press into the soft hair that curls - smelling like rain and sweat and him.

Your fingers trace the cotton at his hip, skim across the elastic waistline of his boxers. It had been over two weeks since you had last caved - had last come here.

It had been a good run. But the nightmares had come back - flashes of your past that you can’t bear to relive.

He shields you from them. Waking easily at the first sound of your muttering - his hand curling around your shoulder, low voice pulling you back out.

You know he understands. How he talks in his sleep as well, how you do the same for him. An unspoken agreement.

He shifts, against you. Only the slightest change in his breathing - he can wake from a dead sleep in an instant.

A hand, warm and calloused, finding yours as it brushes the strip of bare skin where his shirt has ridden up.

Dragging your hand down, to where he strains against the fabric. The pressure of his fingers curling yours around his length as he groans.

His hand leaves yours to tug down the waistband, removing the barrier between your palm and his hot, bare skin. Pushing them down his thighs, kicking them off to twist in the blankets.

The tip of your thumb brushes over the head, smearing precum over the tip. Air hisses between clenched teeth as he inhales, as you press yourself closer, crushing yourself against him as your arm pumps.

“Is this why you’re here?” Joel asks you, shifting his hips, pushing himself deeper into your fist. His voice rough with sleep, the sound making you squirm behind him.

It was easy to pretend it was.

That he didn’t go to bed hard, like this - the only thing keeping him from waking you up was knowing how much you needed the sleep.

That it was just physical. Fucking the nightmares from your head - that it could be anyone else burying themselves inside you, and the outcome would be the same.

It’s a lie, though. You both know it.

He’s the only one you go to. You’re the only one he’s let in.

You hum your response, trying to peek over the bulk of his shoulder. To watch him fucking your hand, skin sliding against skin.

Lips press against his neck again and he shudders. Moving your hand from him, twisting in your grip until you’re trapped beneath the spread of thick thighs.

The heavy jut of his flushed cock swaying, as he adjusts himself on top of you. Leaving a damp patch smeared across your breast, as he takes himself in his hand again.

He hasn’t meant to end up quite like this.

Had just wanted you warm and soft beneath him. Moving up too high on your waist on accident - still hazy with sleep - ending up with your arms pinned against your sides.

Making to move, until he sees the way you’re focused on his hand, your lips parting. Showing off a pink flash of tongue. Fingers gripping on to his ankles - the only part of him you can reach - nails digging in.

“You want this?” He asks, stroking himself - his fist fitting in the valley between your breasts. His other hand cupping his sack, squeezing.

Leaving you to watch the flex of his forearm, the flushed tip appearing between thumb and forefinger. Nodding, your tongue peeking out to wet your lips.

“Ask me for it.” It’s not a request, his head tilting as your hands tighten around him.

As he angles his cock down, shifting until it’s hovering, just out of reach. Your chin lifts, mouth opening as your eyes fix on his.

Joel’s jaw grits. You can see the heave of his chest, the hand cupping himself dropping to the curve of your breast. Thumb rolling over the tight bud - the sensation dulled by your thin top, but it’s him and your body still sings.

You crack first.

“Wanna taste you.” Your eyes are still on him, can see the way he swallows hard, how he shifts over you.

“Fuck, baby.” He growls. The hand around his cock drops to curl around the back of your neck, twisting in your hair to angle you.

All while he moves forward, pressing himself against the flat of your tongue. Where you’re open and waiting for the weight of his cock, to taste the salt of his skin and the drop that still clings to the tip.

Wet and aching for him already - a dull thudding between your thighs, where they press and rub together.

You groan, as he inches inside. Lips wrapping around and sucking, causing him to hiss out a breath, his hips hitching.

Nudging him a little too deep, as you cough - tears springing to your eyes. He shifts back with soothing words, the hand on your breast moving to cup your jaw - thumb rubbing against your cheek.

“Sorry, sweetheart,” There’s a pinch to his brow, your head shaking minutely to tell him it’s fine. A second, as he thinks, “Tap my leg if it’s too much. You got that?”

He waits for you to listen, giving an experimental tap. Before he tries again - hips rocking, a slow and shallow press into your mouth.

You take him, relaxing into the cup of his hand. Eyes wandering across his stomach, chest - whatever you can see when he draws back. Closing, so you can listen to the groans that reverberate in his chest. Letting him use you, to fuck your mouth - trusting him, putting yourself in his hands.

A hand that flexes and twists in your hair. His thumb of the other sweeping against your cheekbone, the hollow under your eye - brushing away the tear that glistens against your skin.

So tender it makes your chest ache. Fingers curling against his leg, squeezing. He’s pulling himself from you, then - out of the warmth of your mouth, as you swallow.

Trying to protest that it wasn’t the signal, your lips glossy and shining. He’s shifting back, nudging your thighs wide to fit between them. Lowering himself down, his cock wet and thick and digging into your hip.

“I know.” He murmurs. Before his mouth presses to yours, the kiss sloppy. Tongue brushing where his cock had been, as he tugs at the waistband of your underwear.

Dragging them down to join his, fingers dipping between your thighs. Groaning into your mouth when he feels how wet you are from sucking him off, the tips pressing and circling against your clit.

You whine his name, the stubble on his cheek scraping against your skin. Breath hot in your ear as his weight pins you down. Thumb smearing your slick across your clit, so he can fit a finger inside.

You’re tight, molten hot. Gripping him already as you arch into him, as he slips in another. Curling them until they drag against a spot that makes you moan - strung tight beneath him.

He need to calm down, make you come, before he fucks you. A pressure swiftly building in his belly when he watched you, the trust in the way you took him.

The sound of his fingers is loud, the wet suck as he fits in a third. Stretching you out, each of your breaths harsh, your nails biting into his skin.

Already so needy, already near the edge. Each of your breaths coming shorter as his hips press against yours. Letting your fingers drift to feel the hard curve of his cock, hearing his grunt in your ear when you tug on him.

“Don’t worry about me.” He groans, voice rough before his lips press against the column of your neck.

As if you ever weren’t.

As if you didn’t always want him.

His words were unneeded, because you’re losing concentration quickly. Only focused on the tension in your belly - the pressure like a finger squeezing down the trigger, about to fire.

He’s relentless, fingers pounding, the wet flick of his thumb. Feeling your racing pulse beneath his lips, the sharp gasp of each breath, your muscles flexing.

Tightening around him until that tension snaps. Pleasure thrumming through you as you buck into his hand, your mind going blissfully blank and fuzzy - your moan strung out and pitched high.

Missing his words, feeling the brush of his other hand over your legs, smoothing over your hips. You can just make out the timbre, leaving you to imagine the rest.

Christ, just like that.

Good fucking girl.

Fingers slow as he pushes himself up, only removing them to tug at your shirt - pulling his own from his shoulders.

Folding himself between your limp, spread thighs, before hooking his elbows under your knees. Opening you up, where you’re soaked and the fluttering is still ebbing.

The twist of his wrist as he lines himself up - smearing his tip across your slit. The briefest tease, indulgence, before he slides in. Sinking inside of your tight heat in a long, fluid motion.

“Fuck, I missed you.” You breathe, brow pinched as he fills a chasm you didn’t realize you had.

His breath comes out ragged.

It’s not in the script. The words you both know. No, this had come from the soft pulp of your heart, a late night confession.

He doesn’t know how to take it. Mouth crushing against yours as he sinks deeper, swallowing your words to keep them safe.

Trying not to think about how his own answer had sprung to his lips, unbidden. It’s dangerous. To think like that, to have any sort of claim on anything, now.

It’s easier to pretend you just miss his cock.

That you just came here to forget.

That’s something he can do - drawing his hips back, snapping back in. Watching the way your tits bounce, everything softened and hazy with the thin grey light that creeps in.

Shifting, lifting a leg to brace on his shoulder, pushing him deeper as you gasp. The other pressing against his ribs, curling around his waist.

Freeing up his arms so he can taste your release on his fingertips. Licking you from him before he presses the calloused pads against your own mouth.

You take him, tongue curling around spit-slicked fingers. Tasting yourself on them, your sighs muffled when he presses down on your tongue.

Thumb dragging against your lower lip, before he pulls himself from the heat of your pretty mouth. Finding his way to where you take him, tracing slick fingers up your slit. Feeling where you’re stretched wide around him, puffy and slick.

Teasing at your clit - as your hands clench in the sheets, twisted up near your ears.

In a world where the right protection can mean life or death - where a bite can end everything - it’s a wonder how you bare yourself to him. His hand ghosting across soft skin, from breasts to hip. Fingertips indenting flesh, gripping, pulling, tugging.

Watching with greedy eyes how you gaze up at him, an ankle digging into his shoulder - trying to force him deeper. He leans forward, putting more force behind his thrusts, watching the way your lips part with a soft “ah!” with every breath.

Fingers pressing and swiping against the tight bud of your clit, the way he knows you like it.

He needed this too - to bury himself in you. Feel the way you wrap tight and warm around him. His own tongue loosened like this, his own release building again.

“Christ, look at you.” He grits out.

Admiring. It makes you preen, lips stretched wide in a grin, a bright flash of teeth in the dark. Eyes half-lidded and heavy, doing your own slow sweep.

Over a tight waist that your leg hooks around. Bare stomach and broad chest, dusted with dark hair, only the slightest hint of grey. Not like the strands at his temples, the ones that streak throughout the curls. Peppering his facial hair.

Ruining you again. It had been a long time since you wanted something, and you can’t get him out of your head. Always coming back, even though you’re sure it won’t end well.

Because nothing does, any more.

You won’t let your soft heart ruin tonight. Not when his thumb sweeps across your hip. His eyes dark and glittering as he watches your face, as he works you up again.

The sharp rut of his cock and swirl of his fingers so perfect, that the tears start to well up, again.

“Joel,” You say his name again, “F-fuck, I’m gonna come.”

You felt like heaven on his fingers - tight and hot and sopping wet for him. It doesn’t hold a candle to now, how you squirm beneath him, the slap of his skin against yours.

The snug fit of your cunt, as you clench around him.

“Want you to.” He rasps out, resisting the urge to fuck you harder, faster. Keeping the same pace, the same circle of his fingers, “Let me feel you, baby.”

Need you to.

You come with a cry. Back bowing against the mattress, limb wrapping around him. Turning his thrusts into a sloppy grind, your hands coming to grip at his forearms. The waves crashing over you stronger and longer than before, your vision turning dark and hazy.

“Fuck. Fuck-” He growls - as the tight pulse pulls him to the edge.

It’s too much.

It’s all he can think about, as he pulls himself from you. Fisting his cock, jerking himself until he spills across your mound, your slick pussy.

How he wishes he could have stay buried, throbbing inside you, coating your walls with his release. Marking you, only pulling out so he can watch it leak from you later.

The word echos in his ears, layered with the thudding of his heart.

Dangerous.

———

You’re gone, when he wakes up.

The hazy morning sun is just barely casting warm rays of light onto the worn wooden floorboards as he drags himself from bed - a hand passing over his face, pressing into his eyes.

Pushing himself up, making his way over to the window.

But there’s nothing - just puddles collecting in the broken ridges of the roads. The streets washed clean from the rain.

Fingers drift, tracing up the cool frame of the window, until it’s touching the chipped white paint of the latch. Lost in thought for a long moment - before his hand drops back down to the sill.

He leaves the right side unlocked.

thank you so much for reading! 💕

[hwaightme]

hello its me again and im back!

i just got done and im AAAAAAHHHHHH so please forgive me if this seems all over the place its because it is...

also for anyone who might be reading this please read long exposure BEFORE reading this cause imma bout to spoil like there's no tomorrow beacause i loved it so much and i need to get all this excitement out somehow.

SPOILERS UNDER THIS PART

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i didn't know it was possible for you or even for any mere mortal to top the absolute masterpiece that was Use Me… Honestly you know how much i loved use me… me??? a mingi biased??? it seemed impossible. But you didddd!!!!!! like gorllll. everything about long exposure was PERFECT

ok so first of all the setting! you set the mood so expertly right from the get go! i felt mc’s drive and passion for her job and also the admiration she had for hwa like you could feel he was her hero. and then i love how you introduced woo in the middle of this. he appears like a disgracious spot in the middle of the beautiful photograph between mc and hwa. and you feel the real switch in mc’s heart. like you can feel her resentment and i loved ittttt.

i want to ENDLESSLY praise your character development!!!!! you are so soooo soooooooo good at that! you said in the intro that everyone was toxic in this fic and it’s true but exactly like hwa’s picture they seem only black and white at first glance but all three of them are SO MUCH MORE!!! they all are a beautiful palette of grays. as i was reading i felt even if all of the characters were making the unethical/immoral decisions none of them were evil per se. none of them were unidimensional. They all had so much depthhhh!!! it’s insane!!!! Like honestly i couldn’t even bring myself to hate woo because you did such a great job at painting him through his vulnerable side. even though he was clearly the asshole here. But honestly that phone call… where he wanted to protect mc from hwa who he thought became violent that was so sweet and it made my heart ache honestly but at the same time i was sooo happy for mc to finally let go of woo because she deserved better. somehow i felt all of them deserved better. also that's just pure speculation on my part but i cant help to doubt seonghwa’s passion will pass the test of time like so many artists switching from one muse to another. because so many artists are fuel by frustration, imagination, desire and even pain, rejection. and once you touch the dream, once you grasp the unreachable and you leave the realm of possibilities then the passion turns routine and the mystery turns habit… im scared seonghwa will grow tired of mc and she will end up hurt again and im rooting for her so baddddd.

i wanted to also talk about just the way you write…. girl it’s insane it’s just pure art!!!!! like the way every single sentence flow naturally after the previous one and you paint perfectly every picture, every emotion. You articulated this triangle so well. like as a reader i connected so well with all three of them. and the way you used photography analogies and just figures of speech beautifully some passages felt like poetry!!!! like damn you’re insane for this one!!!

And that brings me right to the next thing! girl are you a shapeshifter of sumn? like everytime i read one of your pieces, you can easily pass yourself as an expert in that field. Like i read motivate me i was convinced you majored in psychology and now im like is bai a photographer too???? like you make it so real!!!!! 

and hwa speaking french here and there i was about to LOSE MY MIND!!!!! (french is my native language) like i pictured it soooo welllllll with his low and quiet voice and it got me melted into a puddle! like he was so assertive but so respectful and so just ugh perfect. and him going to Brussels!!! i was like THIS IS MY CITYYYYY!!!!! like i was so happy!!!

and girl the smutSSSS (plural what???) like the first scene with woo i loved it really gave the vibe “it feels so wrong but so right” at the same time! i love how woo knew exactly what mc was picturing and she was so parched for seonghwa’s touch that she didn’t even take the time to deny it and used him to get off to the thought of her boss. so scandalous i LIVE FOR IT!!!! and the scene with the man of the hour ??????? omg!!!! like when he asked mc to start by herself while he took the pics i was like AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH and just losing it! and then the rest i can’t even talk about because im still in my feels and yeah…

AND GORL THE ENDING!!!!!!!! the things it implies!!!!!!! i like to think the woo did it!!! i love unhappy/bad endings!! i love to see the villain win so that really was the cherry on top for me!!!! 

so yeah! this was perfect to me like everything! i loved it so much!!!! all across the board it was just 10s everywhere! 

Thank you so much for writing this!!!!!!!! im so glad i found your page!!! you write the best fics ever and you’re an absolute sweetheart <3

ILYSM <333333

Hello there I am speaking to you from the afterlife because the Seonghwa Paris live just made me feel all types of ways and I was repeatedly destroyed but ANYWAYS MY ANGEL YOU ARE THE KINDEST SWEETEST BEAUTY I CANNOT <3 <3 PLEASE This is the highest praise of all time and I am a sobbing mess on the floor…. and omg…… I am thinking back to just how my heart fluttered when you sent in your thoughts about Use Me… you know I still come back to that post? AND NOW I WILL BE LOSING OVER THIS ONE FOR ALL OF ETERNITY BECAUSE ;~; my word this is just…. this just means infinity to me. Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart.

It was really interesting to try and immerse myself into the photography world, as I feel like this is just such a beautiful, deep realm that very much connects with inner emotions and their expression, so I am so OVERJOYED that you felt the mood of mc and her relationships with both Seonghwa and Wooyoung! Also omg that analogy is just so brilliant - the disgracious spot… I am genuinely floored and so grateful for this!! And yes, I find that professional pursuits and the arts are just such an interesting driver, so really the fact that you found my attempts at integrating that to make sense is just making my heart sing.

I AM SO HAPPY THAT YOU LIKED THE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT OMG!!!!!!!!! This is something that I am constantly trying to improve upon, because I truly believe that every single individual is so multifaceted - quite literally a universe in a body, so to make someone have only one trait is… it is unjust, so with each work I try my best to learn how to deliver emotion and feelings as best as I can. I bow to you… your words are an infinite motivation and inspiration, and really make me want to continue on this beautiful journey that is writing and reading and appreciating the world itself. Thank you. And not me ceasing to breathe for a second when you said the 'beautiful palette of grays' - I am legit tearing up…. One of my favourite quotes of all time is from Sir William Shakespeare's Hamlet, which is "there is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so", and so I want to try my best to make even the one who is initially an antagonist, or portrayed to be one, to have their reasons, their rationality, their own heart (how you describe the personality and decision-making that Woo has here is just…. I am…. I am speechless because this is making me overwhelmed in the best way, I am so grateful). Also, the point you make about Seonghwa, it is just sending me into such a wondrous spiral of ideating what this world in Long Exposure could become and be - as you say, there really is the risk of him moving on - he is a chaser, he wants to capture what cannot be captured, and while it is a permanent frustration it is what drives him, and here he is, with the world in his hands…. and what would that mean for the future? Can this artist, this visionary, this innovator live with reality when he wishes to invent his own?

I am currently SPEECHLESS… really I am stunned…. coming from such a gifted writer (seriously, I reread your work - Partition at least three times) this is just beyond what I could ever hope for. I know I am saying thank you in every sentence but really…. again, to quote Shakespeare, this time taking from Twelfth Night: "I can no other answer make but thanks, And thanks; and ever thanks". The triangle was definitely an experiment for me, since before Long Exposure I have mainly (if not completely) focused on singular pairings with low 'romantic conflict' if you will, so this is just so unbelievably encouraging, and I am going insane from your kind words ;~;

AHAHAHAH I am lowkey obsessed with researching different careers and professions, because seriously… there is so much cool stuff out there, everything has such amazing intricacy and the little things that make a job are just so beautiful… I want to try my best to do this justice, so I am so happy that you enjoy my little deep dives <3 And ahem…. not me… being um… inspired by you O_O because this was around the time when you were talking about the Brussels concert and were posting about your experiences…. Anyways imma just hide right now ahah ily <3 (also not Seonghwa saying a few words in French during the live!?!!? SWOON)

EHEH INDEED THE PLURAL; Genuinely the first scene had me… thinking thoughts as I was typing it ahah - exactly as you say, "it feels so wrong but so right" ahah; so much for Wooyoung trying to sculpt MC in to what he wanted to see, only for her to envision someone completely different. Slowly but surely, Woo disappeared from her viewfinder (due to his own… interesting decisions)… AAAH I am so so honoured that you enjoyed the second scene~ really it was interesting to figure out how to blend photography and intimacy, considering that really… in many ways this is what Seonghwa is trying to express but is the first time it is done so explicitly… AND GUUURL I AM IN MY FEELS RN!!!!

I am a sucker for ambiguous, open endings ahah, it may be cruel so very sorry ahah but I am so so glad that you liked it!!! EXACTLY WHO KNOWS WHAT IF WOOYOUNG PULLED A "OH YOU ARE NOT MINE? THEN YOU CANNOT BE ANYBODY ELSE'S EITHER";

Again, you are stunning, you are perfection, you give me all the serotonin and dopamine and I feel so truly blessed. Thank you so much, I love you 3000 and I AM SO UNBELIEVABLY GRATFUL THAT I HAVE MET YOU AND HAVE THE PLEASURE OF SPEAKING WITH YOU THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU TALENTED, KIND ANGEL ILYSM!!!! MUCH LOVE AND BIGGEST HUGS <3333333333

[lookismaddict]

Lookism Chapter 433 Memes/Thoughts I Have:

(SPOILERS !!! I don’t own any of the Lookism panels and the translations. Only the memes that I made.)

I’m sorry for posting this SUPER LATE!! With school and all of that now occupying my schedule, these might be uploaded every week around this time. 😓 I apologize in advance. 🙏🏽 BUT AYO. LETS GET IT, LETS GET IT, LETS GET ITTTTT!!! So last chapter, when Daniel’s mom heard that Daniel was looking for Jinyeong Park, she reacted like this:

And everybody was like, “Whaaaaaaat? Why she do dat?” 🤔 Well, everybody grab your popcorn because we gon LEARN TODAY-

WOOF, WOOF, WOOF!!! BARK, BARK, BARK!!! AWWWOOOOOOOOGAH!!!!!! *ahem* Sorry everybody, just lost control for a second there. Brain malfunctioning, and whatnot. I guess PTJ wanted to add James Lee into the Bathrobe Club or something.

AWWOOOOOOOOOO!!!! Got me howling and shit. 🗣🗣🗣

Pleeeeease tell us Mama Park. WE NEED TO KNOW!!! 😩👏🏽👏🏽👏🏽

Awww this broke my heart. 💔 Whatever happened with Jinyeong must’ve been painful for her to bear the past like that.

Oh wow. So now we get a dad reveal of Daniel's father? Nah, sorry. They don't look related to me. There also could have been some sort of issue here. Like, Jinyeong used to be Daniel's dad's best friend. And Daniel's dad might have had some sort of issue with fertility or something, so he decided to ask Jinyeong to donate sperm because he sees him as his brother...? Idk man. That's just my theory...

Ah, so THAT'S what happened to Daniel's dad. Ok, ok, that makes sense that his mom would raise him on his own all this time. But, I really want to know how his mom got to such a state that she has to collect cardboard boxes just to provide for her son...

IDK DANIEL, THERE COULD BE A POSSIBILITY THAT JINYEONG COULD BE YOUR BIOLOGICAL DA- ... My theory is so far-fetched. 💀💀💀💀 THIS AIN'T IT.

AYOOOOOOO. CALLED IT. (not the sperm donor part) BUT THEY MUST'VE BEEN BESTIES!!! 😳

AHHHHHHHHH JAKE IS BACK!!!! But ik he isn't ok emotionally. This guy going through a lot. 😔

NOOOOOOOO. BABY BOY, DON'T BEAT YOURSELF UP OVER IT. IT ISN'T YOUR FAULT!!! It was unfortunate that they got caught, but you really didn't intentionally lead them to that situation. It just so happens that they got captured. 😭

YESSSSS GO SAVE THEM JAKE!!!! GOOOOOOO!!!

YES YOU CAN!!!! JAKE, I BELIEVE IN YOU. 😤👍🏽

Oooooo who will it be? 👀

Ohhhh dang. It's another person from the 0 Gen. 😳 I wonder what his role was in Gapryong's Dragon Fist gang. But I stg. If this man backstabs Jake after telling him that he's indebted to his dad...

*WARNING: O F F E N S I V E M E M E*

Sorry, but this is what I imagined in my head. 😬

Athlete's Foot is back. 😭 Also, I can't wait to see his family's reaction to his new self. 😎

HE'S SO CUTE HERE!!! AHHHHHHHHH DANNY BOY SUPREMACY!!! ❤️❤️❤️

Ohhhh boy, and they're back at it again... 💀💀💀

OMGGGGGGG HERE IT IS!!!! (forget all of them snickering about Daniel, I just wanna see their reactions 😈)

HAHAHAHAHAHA YESSSSSS. BOW DOWN, AND BEHOLD, PEASANTS!!! 😤😤😤 /j

It really do be like that.

I love how proud Mama Park is of Daniel because he has matured so much. Just like I mentioned in the previous chapter, his character growth really is something else. So proud of him! 💖

Whew, it's Grandma's turn...

I'm sorry guys, I had to squeeze all of these panels all in somehow. 😅 But DAMN. HOW DID THIS TURN FROM 0 TO 100 REAL QUICK??? It went from happy family bonding to THE CONJURING AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. WTHHHH. 💀💀💀💀💀💀 (Tbh this gave me flashbacks to the Cult Arc ngl)

And Grandma got some beef with Jinyeong Park. SHE SAID, "CATCH MY HANDS, YOU BASTARD!!!" BUT HEY, SHE MAY BE OLD BUT SHE CAN STILL THROW 'EM. 😤👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽👊🏽 TBH I FOUND THIS SCENE HILARIOUS FOR SOME REASON BECAUSE OF HOW UNEXPECTED SHE REACTED ALL OF A SUDDEN. She always seemed like the calmest old lady ever, but I guess this scene switched it up a bit. A COMPLETE 180° LMAO. EXCITED FOR GRANDMA PARK TO TUSSLE AHAHAHAHAHA (That was a joke. 💀 If she does end up doing it, then I'm afraid that she might hurt her back.) But I hope they DO explain what Jinyeong's deal is.

Overall, I'm VERY sorry that this is really late, and for the lack of memes again. 😭😭😭 I hope y'all will still look forward to these, and I'll try to upload the next review for the upcoming chapter sooner. ❤️

[caveiratimida]

He used to cry some nights As though he lived a dream

Pete Mitchell in Van Gogh's At Eternity's Gate