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strang3lov3 · 1 year

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Self-Indulgent Tendencies

dbf!joel x fem reader

Summary: while on your night walks, you decide to sneak into your dad’s best friend’s pool. When you’re finally caught you’re faced with two options: Joel can call the cops on you or teach you a lesson himself.

Warnings: pervy!Joel, slightly creepy joel, manipulative joel, kinda dark joel, slight dubcon but it’s not crazy, public nudity, semi public sex, rough sex, blowjobs, masturbation, attempted orgasm denial, reader calls joel daddy (couldn’t help myself), unprotected piv, voyeurism, oral f and m receiving, substantial age gap (reader is 20s and joel is 40s, honestly picture whatever age gap you want. I think the girthier the sexier LOL) I was feeling filthy sorry

Word Count: 4.1k

A/N: this poisoned my mind and I had to write it. Please enjoy <3 I would like to dedicate this story to @toxicanonymity who inspires me to be myself and have fun when writing this absolute filth ❤️

@speckledemerald deserves some credit with creating this story. Thank you for brainstorming with me and proofreading and your words of encouragement love!!! 😘❤️😘❤️😘

Texas in July. You did not miss it one bit, yet here you were, walking in the smoldering heat wave, beads of sweat dripping down your body. It was the kind of heat that weighed heavily in the air and suffocated your lungs with each and every breath.

After graduation in May, you moved back home, settling on a cute little townhouse not far from where your parents lived.

As you walk, you wave hi to the Adlers, then to Joel, who’s mowing his lawn. Oh yeah, he’s in this neighborhood too.

Joel, your dad’s best friend since…long before you were around. Joel, with his dark curls, his patchy beard and thick mustache, his sparkly dark eyes, his syrupy-sweet smile. He looks sinfully handsome mowing his lawn in his denim cutoffs and white tank top, his sun kissed skin shimmering in sweat.

He smiles back with a wave, and you walk right past, continuing your walk. It’s late in the evening, the sun is beginning to disappear. This is the best time to get your exercise, you’ve decided. It’s when the air is coolest, but still, not quite cool enough.

You loop around the neighborhood a couple times more and before you know it, you’re back at Joel’s house. You see the waves of his pool out of the corner of your eye, the moonlight dancing on the dark water.

How refreshing it would be to swim right now, you think to yourself. Joel’s pool is big, so clean, and refreshing. You’ve spent many barbecues in his pool, long summer days filled with chicken fights, swimming contests, seeing how long you could hold your breath under the water.

Fuck it.

You tiptoe to his pool, climb up the steps of his deck and begin stripping articles of clothing. It’ll be just for a minute, you decide. Just a quick dip to cool off, then you’re gone, and your daddy’s best friend is none the wiser. You strip completely bare and dip a toe in the cool waters, then quietly slink into the pool.

The water is soothing against your hot skin, the familiar smell of chlorine filling your senses. You wade for a bit, then dip your head under the water, doing a little flip. Pure fucking bliss.

Joel is in his bedroom, he thought he heard his deck creak. He figured it was the raccoons again, Sarah was always feeding them cookies and chips that she shouldn’t have been. But then he hears a splash.

Joel peels his bedsheets off his body and takes a few steps towards the window, finding a young woman in his pool. Naked, her bare ass exposed to the air as she swims across the pool back to the deck. It’s only when she hoists herself up and steals a towel from the basket on the deck he recognizes her as you.

And dear lord, what a fucking sight you are. Your dripping skin illuminated by the pale moonlight, your nipples pebbled and perky from the cool water. You towel your body, then your hair, and then dress yourself. And as quickly as you got in the pool, you leave, hanging your towel over the ledge of the deck.

Joel bites back a groan and palms his cock. He tries his best to shake the images of you, his best friend’s daughter, from his mind. But he can’t. Instead, he strokes his cock furiously, your supple tits and plump ass tattooed on his eyes. Who the fuck do you think you are, swimming bare assed in his pool? Before he even realizes just how close he is, he spills onto himself, making a mess on his clothing.

The next week, you do it again. You walk past Joel’s house, Joel chokes on the mouthful of beer when you wave to him and Tommy.

Tommy smirks at Joel’s mishap. “She sure grew up, huh?”

Joel swallows thickly. “Yeah,” is all he can choke out. Tommy doesn’t know the half of it. He knows your skimpy workout shorts and sports bras, but he doesn’t know what’s underneath. Not how Joel does.

On your way home, you eye Joel’s pool. Empty and dark, waiting for you. You tiptoe through the grass for a second time, strip bare, and dip into the water. This time, you swim for a longer duration, feeling confident after pulling off last week’s stunt with ease.

What you don’t realize (other than the fact Joel watched you through his window last week and subsequently masturbated to his memories of your naked body) is that Joel is in his garage, waiting for you. He stands in the doorway, hidden by the shadows. He planned it this way when you walked past his house. This way, he thinks, he can get a closer look. Watch how your body moves, hear the noises you make.

When you dip under the water, Joel quickly sneaks to the deck and ruffles through your clothing, finding your panties. He grips them tightly, hides back in the garage, and watches you emerge from the water. This time, he jerks off to you with your worn panties clutched into his hand, held under his nose as he inhales your scent. When he comes, he feels a tinge of guilt, but pushes it deep in the back of his mind. He’s dead fucking wrong for this, but so are you, after all.

When you step out of the pool, you can’t find a towel. Joel smirks mischievously at your confusion when you realize your panties are missing too. Did you forget to wear them? Left with no choice, you put on your clothes over your wet skin, your dripping hair soaking your t-shirt. You slip on your sandals and quickly sprint around his house to make your way home.

Only, you run right into Joel, literally. His torso is firm and he grabs your shoulders with his big hands.

“Woah there, kiddo. Finishing up your walk?” he asks you.

“Y-yeah,” you stutter. “Just on my way home.”

Joel eyes you as he blocks you with his big imposing body on the sidewalk, still holding you tightly by the shoulders. You feel small, vulnerable. “Whatcha all wet for?”

You freeze, any words you can think of getting caught in your throat. Joel raises an eyebrow in suspicion, or entertainment, at the way you try to think up a lie. “Got caught in some sprinklers,” you mumble. Your eyes dart past him, but his pupils stay focused on yours. It makes your cheeks burn.

You’re not much better of a liar now than when you were a teenager, he notes. He loves watching you lie to his face when he knows your dirty little secret. He’s made himself come twice now to your dirty little secret, after all. It’s really quite amusing.

You stay frozen in place, Joel’s intense gaze making you uncomfortable. There’s something so off about his demeanor. There’s something unnerving about him, he seems too cool. Shouldn’t he be as startled as you are?

“Gotta get home. Goodnight, Joel,” you pull away from his grasp. You need to get out of this situation before he puts the pieces together, if he hasn’t already.

“Goodnight, sweetheart,”

A few days later, on your regular evening walk, you pass Joel’s house. This time, Joel’s alone on his porch and sipping a beer.

“Get your ass up here and have a drink with me!” he shouts at you, a playful tone in his voice. “Now that you’re legal.”

You blush at the memory he’s referencing. You were only a teenager, couldn’t have been older than sixteen or seventeen. But how rebellious you were.

You snuck into his garage, a cigarette between your lips, and stole a bottle of vodka from his freezer. As you turned to leave, you saw Joel in the doorway, his expression somewhere between upset and amused. He said nothing as he took the ice cold bottle of alcohol from your hands, his fingers gracing lightly over yours.

He motioned for you to sit in the dusty patio chairs by the fridge as he put the bottle of vodka back in his freezer. Then Joel pulled the cigarette from your lips and took a drag, letting the ash fall on the cold cement of the garage floor. “S’not good to smoke,” he exhaled, smoke rising out of his mouth as he sat in the chair closest to the fridge.

Once you sat down, he passed the cigarette back to you and you took a drag of your own. “I know,” you mumbled, unable to meet his face. You could handle the disappointed expressions of your parents, but Joel? Forget it.

“I won’t snitch to your parents if you quit f’me. Can you do that?”

You nodded shyly.

“Good girl,” he said. You shared the rest of the cigarette before Joel smudged it out on the floor with his boot. He pulled you up out of your seat, shoved his hand into your jacket pocket, and stole your pack of cigarettes. Then he sent you home.

That was the night your budding infatuation with Joel really took off. Of course, you were attracted to him before, but it was something about that night. The way he called you good girl, how he took your hand. How he shared your cigarette, the thought of tasting his lips without actually kissing him.

You never smoked another cigarette again.

“Beer?” he offers you.

You don’t really like beer, but you do like Joel. “Sure,”

He walks into his garage to grab you one, opens it and then hands it to you. “Settlin’ in okay?” he asks you as he pulls you in for a hug, perhaps squeezing you a bit too tight.

“I’m doing okay, yeah,” “Stayin’ out of trouble?” he teases you.

You roll your eyes. “Yes, Joel. I’m staying out of trouble,”

Joel winks at you, pulling another swig of his beer. There’s something about him, he’s got that same smug look from the other night when you ran into him. Like he knows something you don’t. “Sure, kiddo,”

You smile shyly, unsure of how exactly to respond.

“How about this heat, hm? You keepin’ cool?”

“Oh, yeah,”

“S’good,” Joel smirks again. You can’t help but squint at him, unsure of what he’s getting at. He’s not talking about–he doesn’t know. Right?

Sarah interrupts then, calling for Joel to come in and watch American Idol with her. Joel bids you goodbye, you finish up the last of your beer and leave, starting for your walk once again.

When you cross Joel’s house on your way home, you battle yourself in your mind. Today is by far the hottest day of the summer, the heat never once breaking. You’re conflicted: on one hand, you’re dripping sweat and aching for the cool waters of Joel’s pool to soothe you, but on the other, you risk getting caught. It seems that Joel is onto you already, but he would have confronted you. Right?

You decide to go for a swim. Walking into Joel’s backyard like it’s your own, you strip and sink into the pool. You dip your head under the water, doing flips and twirling in the water. The starlight dances over your skin, you look like Aphrodite herself.

Joel just watches you, quietly. This time he’s not in the garage, not in his bedroom. He’s next to the deck, watching how your perky breasts break through the surface of the dark water. He’s sick of being teased by you. It’s his turn to fuck with you.

Joel discreetly grabs your pile of clothes and a nearby water gun. Ever so subtly, he fills the water gun with the pool water, and waits. It’s not long before you swim back to the deck and you realize your clothes are gone. You lean over the edge of the pool, checking to see. Did they fall under the deck? Where the fuck did they go? How are you supposed to get home?

You feel a squirt of water on your asscheek as you’re leaning over the edge. You whip around, not seeing anyone. This is getting fucking eerie, you search for your clothes frantically now.

Phwit phoo! You hear a whistle and whip your head back around, and there’s Joel. Right in front of you, holding a squirt gun. “Tsk. Thought you said you were stayin’ out of trouble,” he chides. He doesn’t look the slightest bit surprised or angry. He just looks like…he knows. Like he’s been watching you this whole time. Has he?

“Joel!” you gasp, quickly covering your breasts.

“You lookin’ for these, sweetheart?” Joel holds up your pile of clothes in his hand for you to see. Your mouth drops open. “Tresspassin’ and public nudity ain’t no joke, you know.” “Joel, I’m so sorry. I don’t know what I was–”

“All y’had to do was ask me if ya wanted to use my pool, honey. You know I woulda’ let you. This heat wave and all,” he stares at you, eyebrows raised, playing with the squirt gun in his hand. He squirts it a few times into the water before tossing it aside. “Certainly wouldn’t want you to get heatstroke.”

“I know, I just–”

“You just what?” Joel interrupts you, “I know what your problem is, honey. You still got that rebellious streak in ya. S’that why you’re wearin’ these slutty panties, hm? Skinny dippin’ in my pool every night?” he holds up the panties, lacy and cheeky. “C’mon now, you know better.”

You reach for the panties, your heart beating through your chest and your cheeks on fire. Joel pulls them out of your reach. “Ah ah ah, mine now. You’re in trouble now, sweetheart. Since you wanna act like a fuckin’ slut and whore yourself out for the whole neighborhood to see,” he tuts disapprovingly at you, “Where’s your self respect?”

You swallow thickly. You don’t know what to say, what to do. You’re caught red handed.

Joel climbs up the steps, each thud of his foot hitting the deck like thunder in your ears. “I’ve got half a mind to call the cops,” he mutters.

“No, Joel, don’t. Please, don’t,” you plead in desperation.

“I dunno, kiddo. This is pretty serious. Think it’s about time you face some real consequences,” his voice is dark and unwavering, you know he means business. “The way I see it, hon, you got two options,” he starts, sitting down at the pool. He dangles his legs next to you, sending ripples your way. He’s wearing nothing but his boxers and a thin gray t-shirt. “Cops can teach you a lesson or I can. What’ll it be?”

It’s no question. “You,” you say. “You, Joel. Please, don’t call the cops.”

Joel chuckles. “Smart girl. First good decision you’ve made in a long time, sweetheart. A long time,”

He takes off his shirt, his tan skin glowing under the sparkling stars and moonlight. Then he takes his cock out of his boxers, already hard and leaking precum. Your mouth drops open, knowing exactly the type of punishment you’re in for. “You know what I think?” he starts, exhaling deeply, “I think you’re bored.”

“What?”

“Y’need somethin’ to keep you busy, out of trouble,” he continues, “Let’s start with that filthy mouth of yours, hm?” Joel begins stroking his member, smearing precum with each pass of his hand.

Desire shakes your bones and you nod, understanding where this is headed.

“Always thought you’d be nicer with a cock down that throat of yours. Shut you right up so you can’t backtalk me. Now get your ass over here, girl,”

You swim over to him, situating yourself between his thighs.

“C’mon, open wide for me. Know you can,” he commands you, and you part your lips around the angry tip of his cock, so rosy and agitated. “Suck.”

You don’t waste a moment. You drag your tongue up and down his shaft, swirling a couple of times over his tip. You savor the salty tangy flavor of his skin, so soft and smooth under your tongue.

“Quit your teasin’,” Joel shoves your head down on his cock, hard. You gag and sputter onto him, pulling back to catch your breath. Your struggle only encourages him, he forces your head to stay down.

“You’re gonna take my cock all the way down your throat, baby. Just relax, open wide,”

Your jaw is already sore trying to accommodate his member. He’s thick and long, filling your mouth completely. You begin bobbing your head up and down, up and down. Massaging him with your tongue, tracing over his bulging veins.

“That’s it,” he praises you softly. “Doin’ so well f’me. Always knew you’d suck me real good.

You cup his balls in your hand and continue sucking, making a mess of his cock. Spit dribbling down your chin and into the thick tuft of curls at the base of his dick.

Your jaw is aching, but you don’t dare stop.

“Look at you,” he coos, his strong hand caressing the side of your face before settling at your jaw. “Good lord.”

He bucks into your mouth, pushing you to your limits. He’s letting out little grunts and groans now and then, and then you feel his cock twitch in your mouth.

Joel pulls you off his cock, a trail of spit connecting his member to your lips. Then he grabs you by your biceps into his lap. “Gonna let me fuck some sense into you, hm?”

Your heart jumps at his request, but you’re not ready. “No, Joel, need you to touch me first,” you beg. After the way his thick cock made your jaw sore, you know your pussy needs warming up to accommodate his massive size.

Joel chuckles darkly, one hand firmly gripping your ass and the other holding his cock. He lines himself up to your entrance, notching the tip at your hole, not yet ready to take him. “This is your punishment. Ain’t s’posed to feel good, honey,” he says, his voice cool and collected.

“No, Joel,” you protest, wiggling your hips away from him. Your heart is pounding, your stomach drops.

“Maybe,” Joel grunts, both hands now holding your asscheeks in a vice grip. “If you’re good t’me and keep out of trouble, I’ll love you a little sweeter next time,”

He doesn’t give you a moment to process his words before he unceremoniously pulls you down on his cock. The stretch and burn is unimaginable, your eyes blur with tears and you nearly scream, but Joel covers your mouth to muffle your shock.

“You be quiet,” he warns you with a stern voice. You’re on top, but he’s the one in control, pushing and pulling your hips up and down on his cock. Using you as his own fuck toy. You bite into his hand, doing your best to hold back your screams.

“Joel,” you cry into his palm, tears falling down your cheeks and over his knuckles. The pain is bordering on unbearable.

“Relax,” he commands you, his voice somewhat soothing. “Just relax f’me, hon. Quit squeezin’, open up,”

He’s right. You just need to relax your muscles, let yourself take him. As he fucks into you, you focus on the small amount of pleasure you can feel deep inside. It grows larger with every thrust, and soon enough, the painful stretch is replaced by pleasure.

You sigh in contentment, savoring every delicious thrust. Joel fucks into you with such fervor, hitting that sweet spot inside you with each and every one of his movements. “Oh, Joel,” you moan. Your arms are wrapped around him, your head falling to his neck. You bite into his neck and inhale his musky scent, woody and slightly sweaty. That, coupled with the smell of the chlorine fills your nostrils, a wonderful combination.

“Jesus, girl,” he whispers, his hot breath making your skin prickle. “Lettin’ me fuck you like this for the whole neighborhood to see. You like this, don’t you?”

“Yes, daddy,” you gasp.

Joel stops, pulling you back from him. “Daddy, huh? S’that how we’re doin’ things?”

You blush, unsure of what to say. You didn’t mean to say that.

Joel fills the silence. “You’re worse off than I thought,” he says like it’s a fact. You can’t quite place his tone, or how he feels. “You’re a lost cause, baby.” he exaggerates his sigh, disappointed.

You look to the side, trying to think of something, anything to respond to him with.

“S’alright, though. I like you like this,” he begins fucking you mercilessly again. “All mine.”

“Fuck, Joel,” you scramble on top of him, grasping at his toned body to keep from falling into the water.

“Mhm. Who am I?” he grunts through gritted teeth. He drags a hand up your torso and pinches at your pebbled nipple.

“Daddy,” you whine. He bounces you up and down his cock, fingers painting bruises into your soft skin.

“S’right,” he mumbles.

Joel fucks you like you’ve never been fucked before, deep and hard and intentional. His movements are precise, calculated. You’re clay in his hands, he’s molding you into what he wants. With each movement, you become his entirely.

You’re breathless as he thrusts into you. His feet splash in the water, you feel drops on your back every so often. His calloused and rough hands holding you tightly. His warm torso pressed to yours, one of his hands groping at your soft breasts.

He feels you squirm, he feels your pussy clench around his cock. Your breaths are frantic and uneven. “You’re close, aren’t ya?”

“Yeah,” you whine. He’s reading your body like a fucking book.

“That’s just too bad,” he tuts. Your stomach fills with dread, knowing what his next words likely will be.

“Joel, please,” you cry.

“Mm mm,” he mumbles, his eyes fixed on yours. His eyes are dark, full of lust. Desire. Desire to control you, make you his and his alone.

“Let me come. Please, daddy,” you grind your hips into his, feeling the friction of his hair on your clit.

“I don’t think you deserve that, my love,” his voice is sickeningly sweet, full of fake sympathy for your predicament.

“No, m’so close, please. N-fuck, not gonna last,”

“Don’t you dare, sweetheart,” he warns you, never once changing his pace as he fucks you. “You’ll be in deeper shit than ya are now, I don’t think you need that,”

“Please,” you cry, feeling the beginning of your orgasm bloom deep in the pit of your stomach. “Please, please, please,”

You can’t help it. You can’t stave off your release any longer. With whimpers and moans, you come all over his cock, your slick dripping from your cunt and painting his lap. It sends bolts of electricity through your veins and you shudder uncontrollably, mouth wide open and your eyes screwed shut.

Your pussy quivers, squeezing and massaging Joel’s cock is all he needed. Making a strangled sort of groan, he spills into you, hot ropes of his come shooting inside you and painting your walls. He holds you tight enough to break bone as he fucks you through your shared releases.

With the stars in the sky now behind your eyes, your chest heaving up and down in gasping breaths, Joel lifts you off of his cock. Your skin is damp with sweat and you dip back into the water. And to think you thought you were hot after your late night walks.

Joel watches your slick and his own come drip from your spent cunt onto the deck, then into the pool. “Look at this godforsaken mess you made,” he points to his lap, glistening with your juices. “Naughty fuckin’ girl. You just can’t help yourself.”

Godforsaken mess is right. You look at him with wide eyes, speechless. He stares right back at you with his own intense and piercing gaze, that same look when he caught you stealing his vodka.

How far away that night seems now. It hits you, what you just did with your father’s best friend. Joel, who practically raised you, who taught you to drive a stick and held your graduation party at his house. All of those barbecues, those hot summer nights spent on his deck, the same deck you desecrated just moments ago.

You just can’t help yourself.

“Shoot, you poor thing,” he sighs, tucking himself back into his boxers. He doesn’t bother putting his shirt back on, but he does grab your panties and clutches them in his fist. “You’re fucked now.”

Joel’s legs splash in the water as he stands up and goes back inside his house, then tosses you a clean towel from inside.

You really are fucked now.

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cheollipop · 2 years

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good morning

navi | taglist

pairing: jeong yunho x fem!reader

w.c.: 1.8k

tags: smut, fluff, established relationship, so soft-

at eight in the morning, yunho decided that a little exercise was the best way to start the day.

warnings: barely any plot rip, morning sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), creampie, fingering (f receiving), nicknames (yuyu, baby, angel, love, sweetheart), praise, aftercare, yunho is a little bit of a tease oop, just some soft morning sex that kind of goes crazy once they get into it-

A/N: this man is not even a part of my bias line but he has me by the neck- ehem, this was very self-indulgent. enjoy! ;;

nsfw under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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Noticing the continuous shuffling behind you, you looked over your shoulder at the body lying on your bed, long limbs tangled up with the comforter. The sun peeked through the shutters to cast gold against Yunho's skin. His eyes – half-open, lidded with the remnants of his dream – gazed over your figure as you dried yourself off, watching the water droplets from your shower scattered over the expanse of your skin catch the sunlight.

He breathed out a low whistle when your eyes met, "don't mind me, just enjoying the view."

A coy smile played on his lips, his gaze trailing up and down your exposed body. Your eyes followed the lazy movement of Yunho's hand, palming the forming bulge in his boxers.

"A little too much, it seems," the corners of your lips curled upwards, and you let out a breathy laugh.

Yunho shrugged, his smile playful, reaching his hand out to usher you towards him with two fingers and a whispered come here. You glanced at the clock on the wall, the small hand pointing to eight.

"But it's so early," you whined despite the waves of warmth rushing to your core.

Your legs moved on their own, making their way to the bed where Yunho laid. He sat up, supporting himself on his forearm, the warmth of his palm as it cupped your hip sending a shiver down your spine. Yunho pressed his lips to the skin under your bellybutton, peppering kisses over your tummy before looking up at you with doe eyes.

"Can I have you?" He squeezed at your skin, blinking up at you with a small pout to his lips. "Please?"

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Yunho pumped two fingers into your sopping heat, your cheeks flushing at the wet noises your cunt made every time he stuffed his digits inside. His tongue circled your nipple before taking it into his mouth, giving it a sharp suck.

"Yunho, baby," you panted, his fingers pressing against the spongy spot along your walls. You tugged at the hem of his shirt, "take – a-ahh – take this off."

You reached down to work two fingers around your clit while Yunho tossed his shirt off and into one of the corners of your room.

"My needy baby couldn't wait five seconds for me to finish?" He pushed your hand away, sinking his fingers back into you and pumping them directly against your g-spot. "Needs something stuffed in her cunt at all times, hm?"

"Fuck, right there," your eyes fluttered shut and you rocked your hips to the rhythm of Yunho's fingers.

Seeing pleasure taking over your features, Yunho couldn't help but lean in to slot his lips against yours. It quickly turned sloppy, your tongue pushing against his as it ran over the roof of your mouth, his fingers quickly edging you closer to your high.

Yunho slipped his fingers out of you as soon as your walls began to clamp down on them, giving your clit a few firm taps and watching as your hips jerked. He took in how your expression changed from bliss to confusion, eyebrows drawing in and your eyes shooting open.

"Why'd you stop?" Your hips followed his fingers, chasing his touch. Yunho watched you squirm under him, a smirk playing at his lips and his eyes glazed over. "Yuyu, please," you whined, the tingling feeling of your orgasm fading away.

Your hand reached down to circle your clit again, trying to push yourself over the edge, but Yunho pushed it away and locked your fingers together, pressing them into the pillow by your head. His mouth connected with yours before you could complain, pulling away a few seconds later to nip at your bottom lip.

"I've got you," he whispered against your lips, his free hand reaching for his hard length, sucking in a sharp breath when he squeezed his fingers around his girth before positioning it at your entrance.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as Yunho pushed into you, sinking into your heat inch by inch until your pelvises were flush against each other. The stretch bordered on painful, but the sight of Yunho squeezing his eyebrows together, eyes shut tightly as he tried not to cum while your walls clenched and relaxed around him – you almost came on the spot.

Yunho touched his forehead to yours, placing gentle pecks against your lips while he rocked his hips into yours experimentally.

"Can I go harder?" He breathed out against your skin, sucking a bruise underneath your ear.

You nodded, the hand not holding his grasping at his forearm. "Please, please, Yuyu."

Yunho grabbed at your upper thigh, bringing your leg around his hips and began to piston his cock into you, drawing his length halfway out of your dripping cunt before pounding back in and grinding his hips into yours, then starting the routine all over again until you were a moaning mess under him – no coherent thoughts, only Yunho and his big cock making your toes curl.

Your orgasm sneaked up on you, sending shocking waves of pleasure throughout your body – your eyes rolled back, a series of airy moans leaving your mouth, your back arching under Yunho, pushing your tits into his chest as he fucked you through it with shallow thrusts aimed directly at your sweet spot. He groaned into your ear as your walls fluttered and squeezed around him.

Yunho kissed you through your high, sweet and deep while his free hand gripped your waist, his thumb rubbing back and forth over your soft skin. His hips picked up their pace again once you slumped back onto the bed, pleasure and pain mixing and making your body jerk every time he brushed against your g-spot.

You reached for his shoulder, digging your nails into the soft skin. "Yunho, it's too much!" You writhed under him. "Please-"

"You can take it," He leaned closer to your face, peppering kisses all over your cheeks and jaw as he ground his hips into yours, the motion making you see stars. "Can't you?"

You could tell he was close – eyes teary, chest a similar shade of red to his cheeks, hips grinding insistently into yours and his cock hot and heavy between your walls. The pain of overstimulation was beginning to fade, making way for pleasure to shoot up your spine every time Yunho drove himself deep into your abused cunt.

You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes and streaming down your temples, the steady rhythm he was fucking you at making your legs shake around him.

"Hm? What was that?" The corners of his lips curled into a cruel smirk, his lips parted while he panted lightly – already close to his release. "Use your words, sweetheart."

"I can take it, Yuyu. Please… please fuck me," you pleaded, never moving your eyes off his.

"So good for me, my beautiful angel," Yunho buried his face into the crook of your neck, inhaling the scent of your body wash. You felt his cock twitch inside you.

Wrapping his arms around your frame, his head still tucked into your neck, he pounded his cock into you, pushing you higher up on the bed with the force of his thrusts.

"God, my pretty baby, I can't get enough of you."

He pulled moan after moan out of you, placing open-mouth kisses wherever he could, his fingers sliding under you to tangle into the damp hair at your nape. You ran your nails over his back, gripping at the smooth skin, already a breath away from your second orgasm.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, nails digging into Yunho's back as your orgasm washed over you, leaving angry red lines in their wake. Fuck fuck fuck, you breathed out, followed by repetitions of his name while he continued to pump his cock into you, unrelenting with his pace.

"Shit, ah. I'm close," Yunho breathed against your skin, his thrusts losing their steady rhythm, turning sloppy as he desperately chased his high. "My love," he let out a throaty moan. "You’re taking me so well. Fuck, you feel so good."

"Hnnngh- Yuyu, baby, please. I need you to come," your body spasmed under him with every thrust. "Please, I'm going to lose my mind."

His hips stuttered, thrusting into you twice before shoving his whole length into your overstimulated cunt, painting your pulsing walls with his load. He groaned into your shoulder, grinding his hips into yours as you milked him of every last drop.

"Fuck, baby," Yunho panted heavily, bringing his face to yours. Your eyes were closed, reveling in the warmth of his release filling you up, your thighs shaking around his hips.

"(Y/n)," he pecked your lips. "Let me see those eyes," another kiss. "My darling," and another at the corner of your mouth when your eyes fluttered open. "Love of my life," his lips traced the trail of tears drying across your temples.

You smiled, eyes softening as Yunho continued to pepper soft kisses all over your face. He held you tighter in his arms while he pulled his softening cock out of you, smiling to himself when he saw your reddened cheeks at the feeling of his cum seeping out of your gaping hole.

Yunho sat up, running his fingers through your drying hair before tenderly cupping your jaw. "Are you okay? Did I go too hard?"

You smoothed down the wrinkles between his eyebrows with your thumb, shaking your head, a shy smile on your lips. "Uh-uh, it felt really good."

Your words made Yunho grin, flashing his pearly whites at you with a bright red tint to his cheeks. His hair was all over the place, pointing everywhere but down. The sun illuminated one side of his face, his eyelashes casting shadows over his cheekbones every time blinked. It was as if you were in a trance, too enraptured by Yunho's beauty to do anything but stare. Yunho smiled at that, exhaling a soft laugh. If only you could see yourself, he thought, admiring as the sheen of sweat covering your body glistened under the morning light. Your lips – cracked and swollen from all the kisses he refused to stop giving you. Your eyes, your hair, your body, you. You were so beautiful, Yunho almost thought he was hallucinating, disbelieving the fact that someone so perfect for him could ever exist – let alone have them lying under him, all fucked-out and dazed, blinking up at him like he had just given them the world.

With a final kiss to your forehead, he got out of bed – despite your whining and desperate attempts at pulling him back.

"Baby, I need to clean you up."

"You can do that later. I want to cuddle," you pouted, making grabby hands at Yunho.

The corners of his lips tugged upwards and he walked back to your bedside. You grinned, thinking he had given in, but instead, he leaned down to whisper in your ear.

"The sight of my cum leaking out of your pretty little cunt makes me want to fuck it back into you," he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear. "Would you like me to?"

Yunho ran out of the room giggling, barely dodging the swarm of pillows you threw in his direction, a string of curses echoing in your shared apartment.

He was back a few minutes later, a wet cloth in his hand. He sat by your hips and began to wipe the warm cloth over your skin, cleaning the sweat and cum. You grimaced, moving your hips back when he pushed the cloth into your sensitive hole, telling you to relax as he quickly flushed his release out of you.

He tossed the rag away when you were all cleaned up, sliding into bed and enveloping you in his arms. You buried your face into Yunho's chest, pressing a gentle kiss to the flushed skin. With your limbs tangled up under the comforter – and after a few whispered I love you's – you allowed your drowsiness to take over your body, getting an extra few hours of sleep wrapped up in Yunho's warm embrace.

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haruharuz · 2 years

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Self Therapy; A Note

I've been pondering about this concept for quite a while now. Therapy itself is a wonderful tool to pick your broken pieces up and gently glue them back together- as if they were never broken at all.

However, not everyone has the resources to truly indulge in such tools. So I mulled over the idea of doing therapy almost at home. While it won't be as effective, as far as my personal experience goes, therapists typically give out homework to their patients.

I want to make it clear that because you're doing this kind of thing at home, it is vital to remain cautious. This is not medical advice, just something to consider.

If you do not have the resources to go to therapy, doing a self therapy session every single week could be beneficial, I think. I'm making a little guide on how exactly I personally am choosing to do this.

(●´∀｀●)

Step One: Choose An App

There are many many free apps specifically geared towards mental health. I've used a few, one of which being "WYSA" which I personally enjoyed. Pick one you think would suit you!

I enjoy these apps primarily because they typically have some free form of help. Like breathing exercises, meditation, etc! You can skip this step if you don't feel comfortable.

Step Two: Find Resources Online

You can easily find a lot of free resources online by looking up "therapy worksheet" "anxiety worksheet" "depression worksheet" etc.

Find a couple that you think would suit you to work on for the first week. The more you find, I recommend stockpiling them into a folder! This way, every new session you can either pre-plan said worksheets or grab a couple quickly.

I also highly recommend looking for journal prompts! Especially shadow work journal prompts that help you release certain emotions. You can do this with pen and a notebook or you can use a laptop/tablet for this! If you don't feel secure, password protect documents or hide your journal in a very safe place.

Step Three: Plan your first Session

Identify what you would like to address/work on during the session. Write it down.

Find the worksheets and exercises you want to do, plan them out. It's easier to go ahead and print/write/type them now and put them in a folder with a clear name. (e.g. ST.session1)

Find a day in the week when you know you will have at least one hour of free time. During this one hour of free time, you will be taking the time to do all of your things ! You can do this before bed, in the middle of the day. Just choose a time you think would be best.

I recommend setting a small goal every 1-2 sessions. Remember, goals should be reasonable, attainable, and measurable. Little steps. (For instance, if you struggle with severe social anxiety like I did, you can make a goal "order a coffee one time", but there's many ways to do this)

You can add more to this if you want! Please remember, you can add a face mask and reading a nice book, or other coping skills/self care to this if you think it might help. I recommend choosing things based off on how much time you have and how effective they are at helping you cope. You can also add them all separately to a "self care" day weekly. Up to you.

Example Setup

I'm sharing my personal set-up and plan with you! Some people need visuals <3

This is my folder set up:

as you can see, I have three folders inside a "self therapy" folder!

inside the "journaling" folder, I have three documents that align with the session outline (pictured next) that is in its respective folder. The first one has a journal prompt, the second two are completely blank and only named. They're just sitting there, waiting and ready!

This is my session outline. It includes what issues I'll be addressing and what exercises I'll be doing. Also, the next goal I'd like to work towards. This includes how I plan to do so. I also put a clear DAY and TIME for this session.

This is the worksheet I'll be doing:

And that's all! I'll be following this tomorrow and drinking some chocolate milk and relaxing :3 not too shabby, huh! Don't forget, if you are ever thinking about hurting yourself: call a hotline.

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corviiids · 3 months

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fic writers director cut ask thingy!!! the palace fic pretty please I must know everything.

ofc if you have something else you've been dying to talk about this is also your opportunity! be free

THANK YOU 😭 i've been sitting on this ask for a few days because i wasn't sure which part to pick so i picked the speluncean explorers scene from chapter 7 (comparing it to the experience machine discussion in chapter 4).

under the cut for spoilers and to avoid spam 🫡 it is Long. this got Long. i originally was going to do a few scenes but then i wrote a fucking thesis about specifically just this one scene and also kind of akeshu as a whole.

“Let me tell you about the Speluncean Explorers,” said Akechi.

you can probably tell, but this is one of those scenes i just got super self-indulgent with lol because i LOVE the speluncean explorers. i will not subject you to more legal philosophy since the chapter already does that, but i really enjoyed using the narration of the story as a device to frame their dynamic with each other. as seen here:

Akechi's eyes sparkled. Ren realised with a start that he, too, had begun to lean in; there was now much less space between their faces than there had been at the start of their conversation. “Five men are caught in a landslide,” said Akechi. “These men are amateur spelunkers—cave explorers. After the cave-in, they’re trapped inside. A rescue operation commences, during which ten workmen are killed. Radio contact is established with the spelunkers. It is determined that the rescuers will not reach them before they starve.” There was something captivating about Akechi's voice. Ren was sure that if this were something that had come up in class, he would long have drifted off—but delivered in Akechi's charming lilt, a picture began to form in Ren's mind of the five men, desperate and alone; of the dark cave; of the crackling voice over the radio informing them that they were all about to die.

the scene kind of starts off as ren agreeing to hear the story just to hear akechi talk, more or less, but he starts to get invested around the time it becomes clear a serious injustice was done in the story. which as we all know is ren's weakness lol.

in the earlier chapters when akc starts waxing philosophical at ren, like when akechi explains the experience machine in chapter 4, ren doesn't quite get into the rhythm of the conversation. not because he isnt smart enough, but because he hasn't really settled into how to engage with akechi when he gets like this - he's sort of focused on keeping up with the philosophy as an academic exercise as opposed to treating it as a window into akechi's way of thinking.

Akechi’s eyes cleared. “Ah, I see. No, you’re missing the point of philosophy.” “Which is?” “Philosophy,” Akechi said. “Proving the point is its own point. It’s about thinking through questions we don’t fully understand so that we can come to a better understanding of ourselves and the world around us. Plus, don’t you think it’s interesting?”

in that scene, akechi closes off the discussion sort of dissatisfied, and ren can tell. akechi is talking at ren, and ren is trying to engage at akechi's level in the way he tends to do with his confidants, by trying to mirror their approach and say what he thinks they need to hear. but he can't do that here, because he's not well-read on philosophy and can't really engage in this academic way. and that's actually not really what akechi wants anyway. so it falls flat and ren figures he's picked the wrong dialogue options:

“I really am interested,” Ren insisted, but from Akechi’s indulgent smile and resigned dismissal from the bar thereafter, he sensed he might have chosen the wrong thing to say somewhere along the line.

however, by chapter 7, ren's stopped trying to mirror akechi or meet his needs, and is starting to engage as himself. ren hasn't read any legal philosophy, but it doesn't really matter. akechi doesn't need ren's Legal Take on the speluncean explorers, because he's a jerk and doesn't really care about other people's academic opinions anyway. he's telling ren this story in the hopes that ren will bring something uniquely ren to the table, and ren is finally able to meet him there.

Akechi's delighted smile widened. “I'll make a philosopher of you yet. You've spotted the problem.” “Anyone could spot the problem. They're executed?” “Sentenced to be executed,” said Akechi, “and as to the problem being obvious, I only wish that were so. The story continues... but surely you must be bored by now, so perhaps I ought to—” “Finish the story,” Ren demanded, which was worth it just to hear Akechi’s cackle.

...

Akechi’s smile is a little too knowing. “I’m quite confident I can predict your perspective on the matter, but do recall this is a legal puzzle and not a purely ethical one, will you? ..."

you can tell that this conversation is much more alive than the previous one. ren does not approach the problem from a legal or academic perspective, he brings himself to it the way akechi always wants him to. in canon, akechi is always saying that ren's pov is refreshing and catches him by surprise. some of that is definitely just him lying for ren's trust, but there's also definitely an element of truth in it, because akechi obviously appreciates talking with ren and enjoys hearing his views. in this scene akechi is able to predict the logical thread of ren's arguments: that it's a waste to sacrifice lives for save people who you then sentence to death, and that it's ethically reprehensible to sentence people to death who have struggled to survive. but he fails to predict the last prong of ren's argument, which is something borne of ren's unique rebellious spirit (and something akechi shares in private but doesn't publicise and for that reason doesn't consider a factor):

“The rules never apply the same way to the ones making them,” said Ren. Akechi whistled. “It always comes back to rebellion with you,” he said affectionately.

this is what akechi wants from ren: his wildcard ability to step outside of a paradigm everyone takes for granted and shatter it. akechi is used to curating himself into what's expected, and he's used to talking to people who operate solely within the status quo, either because they're trying to survive it or because they aren't interesting enough to do otherwise. even the phantom thieves' take on rebellion is fairly pedestrian. but ren has a unique perspective on things and akechi is hungry for it. (im sure im not the first to raise this angle on the speluncean explorers btw although i haven't seen it lol. it's one of the most well known texts in jurisprudence so surely it's been said. but it's not an angle taken in the text itself.)

on the flipside, akechi is the only person who is actually looking for ren and not just what ren can do for him. that's what ren's getting out of this. makoto talks about this in chapter 6:

“I think sometimes we even fail to see you as a complete person,” [Makoto] says, sounding a little horrified at herself. “Even when I spend time with you, it feels like I do all the talking. Like you just reflect back what I need to hear, to help myself. And I—I’ll owe you forever for everything you’ve done for me, but I’m just now realising how little I actually know about you, Ren, because I didn’t make the effort. “But Akechi did, didn’t he? Akechi never spent time with you because he needed your help. Every time he talked about you, even if it was to say he hated you... it was like he was endlessly fascinated by you. Like he really, really wanted to know you.” Makoto smiles. “You two had such a unique relationship. No wonder he mattered so much to you.”

to me this is at the heart of what makes ren and akechi's relationship so compelling and it's sort of metatextual given ren's role as the player character. there are precious few occasions where ren really voices any kind of individual desire or drive because he's meant to be a conduit for the player, and that takes on sort of an interesting twist when you consider that the player is minmaxing social relationships. i did a whole meta write up about this in 2018 on twitter which i need to clean up (i wont link it here because it's a mess + my twitter is locked right now but remind me to post it again) about how ren being the player character means that in-universe he's doing exactly what akechi is doing, i.e. saying what people want to hear from him, except on an interpersonal rather than performative level. in that sense they're both wearing heavier masks than everyone around them and beneath the mask is very much about both of them.

this fic was started before royal, but i have pulled from it a lot because it's in alignment with what im doing >:) royal highlights that akechi is the only character in the game that ren isn't doing that around. it's important that he's the only confidant in the game (barring your teammates) that you don't approach because you're trying to make some kind of deal, and even including your teammates, he's the only one who isn't seeking your help for something. akechi's confidant is just him getting to know ren, partly for infiltration reasons, but partly just because he likes spending time with him. and ren caring about akechi is one of the only choices ren really gets to make with no player input. no matter what you do, ren will lie in bed thinking about akechi's sacrifice. ren will always be reluctant to sacrifice akechi on 2/2 even if he ultimately agrees to do it. he will always indicate that he's upset when lavenza 'confirms' that akechi is gone. and if you go to the jazz club on your last day in tokyo, ren will take out the glove and affirm that he believes akechi is alive, even if the player doesn't give a shit.

anyway, one final note on this scene since i've kind of gone off topic.

The waiter arrives with their drinks. Akechi smiles at him like no one’s ever done anything quite so kind, and the waiter leaves with a slightly dizzy grin. “I think you blinded him,” said Ren. “Hush, you,” said Akechi.

...

[Ren:] “No, it’s not. Am I wrong?” The way Akechi looked at him—it made Ren feel like Akechi wouldn’t have minded sitting there with him forever. He was, in this way, no different from the waiter, whom Akechi had never met before in his life—no better at resisting that sweet look in Akechi’s eyes, like Ren was the most special person in the world, that he was lying to everyone else. “You’re right,” said Akechi.

im just pleased with this part lol. it's a technique i like using. ren's asking if he's wrong about his prediction of akechi's perspective, but then he has some internal narration thinking about how akechi feels about him. akechi confirms his prediction, but it sort of looks like akechi's confirming ren's musings as well that ren is special to him. is that the case? up to you.

#thank you soooooo much for asking 🥰#so much thought has gone into every element of this fic and i am very soft and worm when people wanna know about it #asks #rookfic #long post #god i hope that readmore works. i am so sorry if this clogs anyone's feed. this is so long #do i need... like.. a meta tag...#rookthots #crawling all over him like weevils #p5 #AYLI

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pastel-charm-14 · 4 months

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don't just exist, live !!

EXISTING:

going through the same routine every day without variation

not having a clear purpose

feeling unfulfilled or dissatisfied

LIVING:

having a sense of direction and goals

being engaged with life and things that make you happy

feeling content and happy with life

FIND YOUR PASSION -

take some time for self-reflection and spend time thinking about what really makes you excited and what motivates you. experiment! try new hobbies and put yourself into new experiences to see what you really enjoy. once you find your passions, you can start setting goals to pursue those passions.

GROW YOUR RELATIONSHIPS -

focus on quality over quantity (deep, meaningful connections rather than tons of shallow ones). when you're talking to your loved ones, be present! actively listen and interact with them. show them how much you appreciate them being in your life!

GET HEALTHIER -

eat a balanced diet to fuel your body (use the 80% healthy, 20% indulgence rule). include some regular exercise in your daily routine. mental health is also a part of this!! practice mindfulness, do some meditation, whatever makes you less stressed.

BE MINDFUL -

live in the moment, in the present, without worrying about things that have happened in the past or things that might happen in the future. practice gratitude and show some respect to the positive things in your life! yoga and deep breathing exercises are particularly mindful activities to me.

PERSONAL GROWTH -

work on continuous learning - try a new online course, read books, research things that pique your interest. challenge yourself and expand your comfort zone! you should always be reflecting and adapting to the progress you're making so you can make adjustments if you need to.

these are just some general tips, but if you'd like to see more about a particular topic in detail please send me an ask!

#existing #living #existing vs living #live your story #live your best life #live your dreams #live your own life #live your truth #live your life with arms wide open #that girl #it girl #self care #pink #cute #just girly things

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belltari · 11 months

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Happy (early) Halloween!!

I finished editing this today but I couldn't wait until Halloween to post it so here it is, an EXTREMELY self indulgent ghoap sex-in-the-closet Halloween fic.

If you're under 18, you shouldn't be reading it.

warnings & tags: plot with porn (a halloween party, its what the boys deserve), terrible dad jokes, flirty banter, established relationship (I'm imagining that it's still new, like only Price knows and Gaz is putting the pieces together), some dom!ghost tones (nothing too dominant), pleasure dom!Simon (that man just wants Johnny to feel good), public sex (it's a blowjob in a closet), face rutting, cum eating, someone gets called a "good boy" a couple of times

it's about 3 thousand-ish words

This was my first time writing something this explicit, so please keep in mind that I have a lot to learn. The other writers in the cod fandom are excellent teachers and inspire me a great deal.

If you just want to read the porn, start reading after the ' -- '

Anyways, I hope you enjoy and have a great rest of your spooky season!

Approaching the mess hall, Johnny chuckles at the purple and orange 'Happy Halloween!' banner hanging above the doorway, it's very clearly homemade with streaky paint and clumpy glitter making up the words and what looks like an old, tattered tarp as the banner. He wonders if it was a team-building exercise for the recruits, as this whole party was a mixer for them to get to know each other better.

Paper party streamers act as a curtain on the wide doorframe, blocking Johnny's view of the interior of the mess hall, he can feel the bass of the music thumping in his chest and hear cheerful laughter from the other side. Pushing the curtain aside, he steps through to see the short corridor has been decorated. Plastic bats with light-up red eyes hang on strings from the ceiling, jack-o'-lantern string lights flickering along the walls accompanied with signs with sayings like "enter if you dare" and "turn back" written on them. When he gets to the end, he surveys the now-repurposed dining hall, more streamers, banners, and cheap plastic decorations decorate the room. The lights have been turned off and the windows covered, floodlights and spotlights covered with coloured transparent pieces of plastic are the only lights illuminating the room creating a dramatic scene.

Several tables are being used as pumpkin carving stations, one of the recruits is ripping the guts out and complaining about the smell, and another is stabbing their pumpkin with a hunting knife. Gaz is there, dressed as a vampire with a long cape and plastic fangs in his mouth, to supervise. He's laughing with them telling them they need to work on their techniques a bit more when he catches Soap's eye giving him a smile and a quick wave, he returns the gesture and continues scanning the room.

He turns to where the music is coming from, tables cleared from the corner creating a makeshift dancefloor. Recruits dressed as ghouls, goblins, witches, and all sorts of different costumes grind and dance together to the music, drinks in hand, and smiles on their faces. 'No better team bonding than getting absolutely shit-faced together' Soap thinks to himself with a grin across his face. He notices Price standing with a group of other captains and lieutenants, he's got a glass of whiskey in one hand and is using the other to help animate whatever story he's got everyone laughing at. Price is dressed in a tri-corn hat with a tall feather sticking out of the side and a knee-length red coat with gold adornments on the sleeves and lapels. 'Gotta be Captain Morgan' Soap smiles, shaking his head. Price notices him, giving Soap a smile and a quick nod which Soap returns.

Finally, he spots the man he was looking for, his broad back facing away from him. Soap approaches walking up to grab a drink next to Ghost. He has his balaclava rolled up to his nose, a half-eaten cupcake in one hand, and a plate of other confections in the other. "Thought you'd put a little more effort in L.T.." Soap says as twists open the bottle of beer he's picked up and turns to smile at Ghost.

Ghost is wearing his normal skull balaclava and skeletal gloves, but his 'costume' has the addition of a hoodie with the skeletal system of a torso and arms.

"Didn’t put much effort in 'cause my heart just wasn’t in it." Ghost response points to his chest where his heart would be.

Soap snorts. "Bet you've been waiting to say that all night."

"Gotta 'nother one for ya."

"Go on then."

"Why are skeletons so calm?" He pauses. "Because nothing gets under their skin."

"Ugh please no more." Soap says in a playful tone shaking his head.

"What are you supposed to be then?" Ghost asks, pointing to Soap while eating the rest of his cupcake.

"Thought it was obvious? The fluffy tail and ears, the roguishly good looks?" Soap pauses, looking at Ghost with a wolfish grin. "C'mon Ghost, I thought you were good at this?"

Ghost eyes rake over Soap’s form. Starting at his furry-eared headband, then down to his bright red collar around his neck. He pauses there for a second, Soap can see his Adam’s apple bob under his balaclava, before continuing further down to his distressed dress shirt that he’s left open at the top exposing his chest, he’s half tucked in his shirt to his jeans that he often wears on ops, the ones that hug his hips and thighs just right. And between his legs, a dark furry tail hangs ending just above his knees.

"Oh, I see you're one of those yappy little lap dogs."

"Oh aye. I'm very territorial and I never shut up. Watch your ankles L.T., I always go for those." Soap says stepping closer to Ghost. He looks down at the collar he's wearing, lifting his eyes back up, over Johnny's chin, to his smirking lips then setting on his bright blue eyes.

"Hmm" Ghost hums. "And is he a good boy too?" He said as he bites into a ghost-shaped sugar cookie.

"Depends on who's giving the orders, sir." Soap looks up through his lashes at Ghost, taking a swig of his drink.

Ghost looks around to make sure no one is paying any mind to them. When he's sure no one is, he hooks a finger under the collar pulling Soap even closer. He then leans into Soap's ear and whispers "Be a good boy then and go to the utility closet, lock the door, and don't open it until you hear three knocks of a beating heart." He doesn't wait for Johnny to respond before pulling away and walking over to Price, where Gaz has now joined him at the other end of the room.

Soap takes a deep breath, downing the rest of his drink, and grabs another one before joining the rest of 141.

When he approaches, Gaz is in the middle of telling Price about the pumpkin carving recruits and their 'interesting' techniques. But Soap's not listening, he's watching Ghost eat another cookie, licking the crumbs from the corner of his lip, laughing at something Price had said.

Soap's face gets hot, he downs a couple mouthfuls of his beer to try and cool down. "You good, Soap?" Gaz asks smiling at him.

"Aye, but this beer isn't. Has to be the weakest thing I've ever drank."

"It's probably a lot better than at piss tequila you drink." Ghost jokes.

"Think I'll go find ya some then LT. Maybe I can get you to come round to it." Soap winks at Ghost and turns to leave, only to be stopped by another captain holding a camera. "Group shot for the books, boys?" She asks. Soap looks over his shoulder at Price as he answers "Alright, come on then," waving the boys closer.

Price throws his arms over Gaz and Ghost's shoulders, Ghost rolls his balaclava back down over his jaw and Soap takes his place on the end next to him, snaking an arm around his back placing his hand on Ghost's waist.

"Say 'Happy Halloween!" The captain says as she readies to take the picture. Soap throws up the peace sign and the boys say the words the captain wanted when the camera flashes.

She comes over to show them the picture, they all look happy, even Ghost looks like he's smiling under his mask. They deserve a break like this after their last op. They move apart and Soap tells them he is going to find that drink for Ghost and excuses himself.

"Ma'am, could I get a copy of that picture?" Soap taps the captain with the camera on her shoulder on his way out. "Of course, hun! I'll make sure to give Price a few extra copies once I get them printed."

"Cheers!" Soap says raising his bottle in response "Enjoy the rest of your night."

"You too!" She says, giving a short wave to Soap.

'Oh, I will.' Soap thinks as he makes his way out of the mess hall and into the corridor leading to the utility closet Ghost wants him to wait in. He walks as fast as he can without looking suspicious, a tightness growing in his stomach and a heart wanting to break free of his ribs in excited anticipation of what's to come.

Rounding a corner, he meets a group of recruits.

"Leaving the party already Sarg?"

"Don't cha worry I'll be back, I'm only out looking for a little something stronger to drink." Soap responds with a wink as he walks backward down the hall coming to a corner. "You lads better get back there, don't want the captain to catch you out here." He turns the corner, hearing the recruits retreating footsteps as he approaches the utility closet door.

When he's standing in front of the door, he grips the handle, checking both ends of the hallway to make sure he won't be seen entering. Taking a deep breath through his nose, he opens the door and steps inside, reaching to his left to flick on the light and shutting the door behind him locking himself in.

He waits for what feels like ages. He finished the last of his drink a while ago and is now pacing around the small room.

"The things I do for this man." Soap signs. "This is ridiculous, what am I even doing in here?"

He checks his watch, 20 minutes have passed.

He's been waiting in a closet for Ghosts for twenty minutes.

"Oh, I'm so making you pay for this LT." He leans against the wall, readjusting his headband to distract him from the tightness in his pants that has been there for the last 15 minutes.

'Fuck it' he thinks, 'I'm not waiting any longer.' He reaches to palm himself through his jeans, moaning at the feeling of finally being touched. His briefs are wet with precum and creating a slick surface that his cock twitches against earning another sign from him. He reaches into his shirt to grab his nipple when a knock from the door startles him.

Knock-knock

Soap takes two long strides to the door, unlocking it and flinging it open. Ghost pushes his way in, closing and locking the door behind him.

"Jesus Simon, I thought you were going to make me wait here all night," Johnny says moving to stand chest to chest with Simon. He places one hand on Simon's waist and moves his other to take off Simon's mask.

Simon grabs his wrist and moves away. "Thought you were being a good boy? Think you need to learn some patience."

"My patience ran out 15 minutes ago." Johnny groans, freeing his wrist and ripping Simon’s mask off, throwing it somewhere on the floor behind him. His hair is an absolute mess, sticking up in all directions and a smirk is plaster across his face, he's looking down at Johnny hungerly.

Johnny smashes his lips onto Simon's in a desperate sloppy kiss, tongue and saliva pushing into Simon's mouth. A moan escapes Johnny. Simon reaches one of his hands up to the back of Johnny's head, caressing his nape first then gripping the back of his mohawk to deepen the kiss.

Johnny pulls away breathing hard when Simon's other hand touches his cock through his jeans. "Fuuuuck" he moans into Simon's neck, placing several open-mouthed kisses there and bringing his hands to wrap around Simon's broad back grabbing fist fulls of his hoodie.

Johnny ruts against Simon's hand earning a chuckle from Simon, "Desperation looks good on you, Johnny."

"Can think of a couple other things that might look even better."

Simon pulls away from Johnny, placing a hand on his chest pushing him away, "Stay." He says as looks down at him with half-lidded eyes. His gaze wanders down Johnny's face to the collar he wears on his neck, then to his chest that heaves in excitement, shirt half unbuttoned showing off his well-defined pecs that are covered in dark hair. Simon takes his hand and brushes Johnny's shirt where he knows his nipple sits underneath, drawing a shutter out of him. He smiles, looking up to Johnny's eyes that are already staring back at him. Simon looks down to see Johnny has clenched his fists that hang by his sides and sees that he's straining against his jeans, a wet spot has formed where the head of his cock has been twitching, wishing to be free from the confines of his jeans.

"You gonna me show how good you are?" He asks Johnny.

"Simon, please I-"

Simon walks Johnny backward until his back meets the shelf full of cleaning supplies behind them, shaking when they collide with it. Simon goes to plant a kiss on Johnny's mouth when Johnny tries to meet him halfway, "Ah-ah, I said stay" he scolds as he grabs Johnny's jaw with a firm grip. He places a gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth, then on the scar on his chin, and then one more on the pulse on his neck, he can feel it racing under his lips.

He suddenly pulls away and crouches down to settle on his knees in front of Johnny. Simon reaches for Johnny's belt unbuckling it, he unbuttons his jeans pulling them and his boxer briefs halfway down his thighs in one fluid motion, letting Johnny's cock spring free in front of his face.

A string of precum hangs from the half-covered head of his cock, creating a string that connects to the inside of his briefs. It twitches and another pearl forms under Simon's gaze. The pearl drops to the floor when Simon's gloved hand connects with his shaft, slowly moving his foreskin back to reveal his glistening, swollen head.

"Ahh, fuck" Johnny sighs, throwing his head back to smack against the self with a bang, knocking over a couple of the bottles.

"Careful, Johnny. Need to stay quiet, don't want anyone finding us do ya?" Simon teases as he starts lazily stroking his cock. He gets a hiss from Johnny, as he slides his gloved hand down his shaft to the base, creating a rough sensation for Johnny.

Simon's hand slides back up to his leaking head, thumb going to Johnny's frenulum drawing agonizingly slow circles on it. Simon looks up at Johnny to see his face contorted in pleasure with the overstimulation he's causing and that his headband has been knocked out of place. He brings his other hand to grip Johnny's balls, pulling them down gently. Johnny's chest heaves in when he releases a heavy breath, his hand shooting out to grip the edge of the shelf he's leaning on, his other hand hovering over Simon's head, hesitating to grip his hair. He looks down to Simon for permission, to which Simon responds by releasing his hand from Johnny's cock and catching it on his tongue.

"Yer gonna kill me." He breathes, getting a open-mouthed grin out of Simon. He wraps his lips around him before sucking on his head, flicking his tongue on the underside.

"Simon." Johnny warns.

Simon sinks his whole cock into his mouth, nose pushing into Johnny's pubic bone, a burning feeling in the back of his throat. He sticks his tongue out to caress his balls while he starts messaging them with his hand. Drool drops into his palm helping ease the rough feeling of his glove for Johnny. He slides Johnny's cock out of his mouth to take a deep breath.

"Think yer enjoying this more than me." Johnny chuckles at Simon looking down at the saliva dripping from his wet lips. Simon only looks up at him in response before pulling his cock back into his mouth, sucking and bobbing up and down his cock with a relentless pace this time. He never breaks eye contact with Johnny as he starts playing with his balls and moving his forefinger to brush against his taint. This makes Johnny buck forward deep into Simon's mouth and grip his own pec, wanting to place pressure on his nipple. Simon pulls Johnny's hand away, ripping his shirt open making a couple of the buttons fly free. He finds Johnny's nipple and pinches. Hard.

"I'm- I’m gunna-!" Johnny pants out. Bucking forward once again, pushing his cock farther down Simon’s throat, making his eyes water.

Simon can feel him twitching and pulsing inside his throat. He pulls his head away quickly just as Johnny starts to come, he tastes it briefly on his tongue before releasing his cock with a pop and feels Johnny's cum land on his face. One release squirts up his cheek stopping on his cheekbone and another across the bridge of his nose just missing his eye. More oozes out as Johnny grips the sides of Simon’s head to rut through his orgasm, rubbing and grinding his cock against Simon's face, his balls slapping against his jaw with a wet sticky sound. Simon closes one of his eyes as Johnny’s cock gets dangerously close to it, even more cum is leaking out of the tip as Johnny overstimulates himself. When he stops, he's breathing hard and hunching over, shaking from his orgasm, his cock jumps against the bridge of Simon’s nose. The cum pooled there drips down his face and over his chin, dripping onto his neck and disappearing under his shirt.

"Good boy." Simon says as he pats Johnny's thigh.

"Lemme be even better than,” he says, as he unsteadily crouches down in front of Simon, “and help clean you up." He sticks his tongue out, licking the cum off Simon’s neck, trailing up to his chin, then up and over his cheek. After he's collected it all in his mouth he kisses Simon, holding eye contact when he pushes it into his mouth with his tongue, smiling when he accepts it. Johnny pulls away, looking very impressed with himself, a string of saliva connects them and Simon swallows what he’s given him. Wiping his mouth with the back of this hand, Simon stands them both up, pulling Johnny's pants up, tucking him back in his briefs, and making his best attempt to fix his shirt.

Johnny places an arm around Simon's neck pulling him into a sweet tender kiss. "Let's get you sorted then." He smiles into Simon's lips, he reaches underneath his hoodie to brush along Simon’s abdomen, running his fingers through his happy trail, flattening his hand to slide into the top of his cargo pants.

Simon pulls away slightly, reaching up to fix Johnny’s fluffy-eared headband. "You know I don't need that."

"I know" he pauses "but I want too," Johnny whispers into his cheek. "I'll come to your room later. This time you'll have to wait for me." He smirks looking up at him.

"I'll be waiting." Simon kisses Johnny one last time, then steps out of his reach, picking up his discarded mask from the floor and slipping it over his head back into place. He grabs Soap's long-forgotten empty bottle and says, "Wait five minutes before leaving, yeah?"

"I know, Ghost. This isn't my first time." He smiles.

"And remember that piss tequila you were supposed to be findin'."

"You won't be callin' it that by the end of the night."

"Mmm, I doubt that." Ghost opens the door quietly to listen for anyone outside, when he hears nothing, he looks back at Soap over his shoulder and nods a 'see you' then steps out closing the door behind him.

Soap takes in a deep breath. 'Think I gotta start wearing a collar more often.' He thinks. 'Maybe I should start wearing the throat mic again?'

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allykatsart · 6 months

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It's other anon and yes yes yes, please more about Peccantum and his life! I know authors often don't think their OCs are interesting for audience, but I'm pretty sure there's plenty of people here, who'd like to know more abt him;

Also I'm bad at coming with specific questions, since I'm interested in literally any info lol, may be more about his day-to-day life in the Hotel, if that's not too broad? Like, what he does while working, like, his duties etc, do he sometimes leave Hotel to go to the city for smth, where he spends most of his free time when alone (except for working on paranoid theories abt Alastor) and when with others (except science fun with Pentious), how his room looks, may be what group activities (like those trust exercises was in ep 3) likes/dislikes? (i think this is already too much lol, srry in advance, ofc any amount of ifo would be cool ^^" )

(also, want to add that I really like his design - he's cute, but also obviously a serious and kinda tragic character even if only judge by appearance)

Who is Peccantum?

💜❤️❤️💜❤️❤️❤️💜❤️💜❤️❤️❤️ thank youuuuuuuuu!!!!! I love my boi dearly and I'm happy to answer questions about him!

Tbh I am a little hesitant to post stuff on him. It feels incredibly self indulgent and I always worry I'll not be respectful to the canon characters. I've been really surprised at the reaction to him though! Usually you only get like 10 likes max when posting OC stuff. Thanks for all the love tho! 💜

There's a lot here so I'ma take it point by point below!

Peccantum's Duties

Peccantum is the bellhop, but it's more of a title than anything. Mostly he helps out with whatever is asked of him. He helps out Nifty with cleaning when she can't reach spots. He makes sure Fat Nuggets gets fed when Angel is in the studio for hours on end. He cleans up the bar for Husk when the former overlord is uh.... Not functioning and unable to.

Peccantum has also taken it upon himself to do most of the grocery shopping. The hotel crew takes turns cooking, but Peccantum really enjoys when it is his turn. Cooking is one of the few skills outside of magic that he's proud of!

Other than that, he's basically another set of hands to help wherever needed!

Peccantum's Room

For his hard work, and because his shitty, piss stained apartment is on the other side of the Pentagram, Peccantum has a room in the hotel! Technically this makes him a guest, but he always claims that he just works for Alastor, and Alastor wants him on call.

His room in the hotel is nice. Better than the crap studio apartment that he was barely able to afford. Yes, there's bugs, but after a few months Peccantum has his room looking nice. He even starts collecting bits of furniture that others have discarded, and personalizes it with enchantments. Slowly, the space starts to feel like it's 'his'.

The ceiling looks like outer space, a foggy mist of an incantation dotted with white stars and galaxies. Constalations shift and weave themselves in and out of existence. Golden suns burn bright until they turn red and swallow planets whole. When he has trouble sleeping, Peccantum will spend hours getting lost in that night sky...

One wall is covered in a red, plush curtain. Specifically, it's his 'Stalker wall' and Peccantum tries to hide it, just in case a certain Radio Demon comes into his room. When he's very stressed, Peccantum will fling the curtains wide open and start obsessively reorganizing his 'evidence'.

The City

Peccantum goes to the city for three things. To get groceries, to run an errand, or go visit his old neighborhood. Not any old friends, the closest thing he had to a friend was the cafe owner he stole a recipe from, but the area does remind him of when he first allowed himself to be free. It's where he had the first taste of independence. It's nice to revisit when things are getting a bit too much.

Grocery shopping is always an interesting experience. Sure, on a month to month basis, Peccantum can be sure to go to the market at least once, but Alastor will sneak some uh... Suggestions onto the list that Peccantum has to go out of his way for. There have definitely been a visit or two to Rosie's to pick up an order for the Radio Demon.

The Activities

Peccantum doesn't like to participate in the hotel's trust exercises. He's technically only working there for Alastor, so there's no need for him to participate, right? Not wanting to hurt Charlie's feelings, he ducks out before they begin most of the time. (If Charlie catches him and asks him to stay, though, he has no choice in the matter. Polite requests from her are a weakness of his.)

That's not to say he doesn't bond with the other residents though, he just does it in his own way. With Pentious he's quick to befriend with curiosity and genuine interest. With Husk, he slowly forms a co-worker type of relationship. Angel gets a bit more suspicion, but after episode 4 Peccantum would be willing to be a bit more open with the spider. Nifty gets herself into a lot of trouble, and Peccantum and the others keep having to get her out of it.

It's slow going, but the hotel crew slowly learns to trust Peccantum.

Free Time

Peccantum really isn't used to having free time. He worked his ass off to survive for those seven years, doing what he had to do. But now that his safety is secure and he's got time on his hands... He's kind of lost. Alastor hasn't told him what to do in that time so... He's unsure.

Peccantum finds things though. He practices magic, he makes things with Pentious, he reads. After a month or two, he ends up taking an interest in an old radio he finds, and listens to the Radio Demon's broadcasts. For evidence, of course! (Partially because he actually enjoys the music lol)

And sometimes... He uses that free time to further his own goals.

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blakeswritingimagines · 1 year

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Dating Aegon Targaryen would include

Aegon is an easy date at first, it seems. But before long, his hedonistic and promiscuous nature reveals itself in full. He’s the type to call you to let you know he’s drinking at some bar, or to come home a few hours late after some night on the town. He might even show up with an unwanted houseguest if the evening went really crazy. But Aegon’s charms are undeniable, and he will often make up for any shortcomings with generous gifts.

Aegon takes pleasure in spending time with people, particularly beautiful, clever women. He enjoys the company of his mistresses and is quite fond of the way that they hang on his every word. In general, Aegon is somewhat apathetic and self indulgent. At times Aegon can turn into a self-absorbed hedonist who is only interested in pursuing pleasure at the expense of others. Dating Aegon would be a fun and potentially rewarding experience, but it can also be a frustrating exercise in dealing with ego and narcissism.

Aegon is the type of man who likes to have fun and enjoy life. He has his vices and has been known to drink and frequent brothels. He’s not a particularly romantic guy, but he’s not a bad guy either. He can be funny at times, and he’s certainly good at charming the ladies, but it’s not like he’s the "Prince Charming" type. Aegon prefers the more casual approach to life. On the whole, dating him could be very interesting and enjoyable, but don’t expect grand gestures or flowers.

Dating Aegon would be a wild ride, as he is drawn to dangerous, sensual, even forbidden experiences. His love life would never be boring. He enjoys taking risks and living on the edge, and would certainly keep you on your toes as his passions flare and fade. You would be swept away by his charm and wit, and if you managed to gain his loyalty and trust, he would be fiercely protective. You would have to be prepared for the occasional scandal, however, as Aegon-Targaryen is not afraid to push boundaries and break rules to pursue his desires.

Despite his proclivities, Aegon is capable of great love. When he finds the right person, he can be passionate, loyal, and dedicated. However, you would have to contend with the fact that Aegon is not prone to commitment, and you may have to share his affections with others as he searches for new thrills. Aegon is also drawn to forbidden love, and you may find yourself in a situation that puts your reputation and even life at risk.

Aegon would likely be a demanding and unpredictable lover, who appreciates physical intimacy and a sense of adventure in a partner. However, he would also require a sense of understanding and compassion from his partner, as his royal status and family legacy can make him feel torn between duty and desire. He is loyal, but he also harbours a certain amount of shame about his own impulses. As his lover, you would have to be prepared to be both supportive and challenging as you help him navigate the complex world of his own emotions and the expectations of others.

His rebellious nature might make him a risk-taker, but underneath his devil-may-care attitude lies a sensitive soul. He is surprisingly thoughtful and reflective, but he has difficulty expressing his feelings. Aegon values freedom and choice, but he also struggles with insecurity, fearing that he is not worthy of love or respect. If he lets you into his world, he may be afraid to expose his vulnerabilities, but he'll always try to please you in his own unique way.

In relationships, Aegon can be very passionate, generous, and affectionate; however, his unpredictable side can also make him prone to jealousy, possessiveness, and mood swings. He can be impulsive, short-tempered, and unpredictable, and he tends to act without thinking about the consequences. If you're attracted to Aegon, you'll have to love him for his flaws as much as his virtues. He will likely challenge you and push you out of your comfort zone, but his loyalty and intensity will always keep you hooked.

Despite his hedonistic lifestyle, Aegon has a deep capacity for love. He cares deeply for his family and friends, and while he may struggle with expressing his feelings, when he finds someone he cares about, he will do everything in his power to protect and cherish you. He is driven by passion, but deep down he is a dreamer, wanting nothing more than to connect with the people he cares about in a meaningful, lasting way.

Dating the future king has its perks—private rooms in the Red Keep, feasts, courtesans, and servants—but it also has its downsides. Many consider the Prince a drinker, a gambler, and a skirt chaser. He’s also a bit aloof and prefers to spend his days hunting or whoring instead of spending time with you. In short, Aegon is not an ideal boyfriend, unless wild and reckless is your thing.

Aegon enjoys physical intimacy, and can be quite the charmer when he's trying to win someone over. He loves a good kiss, and is particularly partial to neck kisses and nuzzling ears. He also enjoys holding hands, sitting close together, and stroking each other's skin. But his favorite form of affection is a more intense one: a good, hot and heavy passionate embrace.

Dating Aegon will also require patience, understanding, and an open mind. He would not be a predictable partner and would likely go through periods of intense interest in you followed by indifference. He might disappear for days or even weeks at a time, only to come back with a renewed passion. When together, though, he can be deeply affectionate and attentive, showering you in gifts and attention. He might even go so far as to take you on exciting adventures, or introduce you to the strange, sometimes salacious world in which he exists.

Aegon can be a possessive partner, expecting your entire focus and dedication to be on him. He may become jealous easily and lash out if he senses any hint of doubt or insincerity. He needs reassurance and can become anxious when faced with uncertainty, which can lead to controlling and demanding behavior. He would be jealous if he felt that your attention and love was directed elsewhere. It is important that he feels appreciated and special to you.

You might have heard tales about the womanizing ways of Aegon, but those who know him better say that he actually craves a true and loyal bond with a loving companion. Underneath his playboy persona lies a sensitive and thoughtful individual with a deep capacity for love. As he gets older and more experience, he becomes more aware of the toll his reckless behavior takes on him, and the consequences that come with it. He may choose to embrace his wild side, or he may look for someone who is able to tame the dragon within.

He's a fan of orgasm denial. It's the ultimate challenge of willpower and self-control for him. He loves the thrill of pushing himself to the edge to just force himself back and hold on longer.

He also loves it when his partner takes control, pinning him down and making him beg for more. He enjoys being at your mercy, having you do whatever you want with him.

He likes it when you play hard to get and make him work for your love. He enjoys the excitement of the chase and it helps build up that sexual tension and makes the moment when you finally let go and give in to it all that more satisfying.

Body worship, He loves appreciating and worshipping your body, using his hands and lips to worship every inch.

Food play is a unique experience where delicious food and sexy play combine to create a sizzling moment. This can include using food on each other such as ice cream, strawberries, whipped cream, etc.

He also loves playing with you in the shower, using the soapy water to make it more fun and teasing. He's also into being a bit of a voyeur, he enjoys watching you undress and get ready for the day. The anticipation of knowing that he will see you naked later always gets him excited.

He enjoys experimenting with different positions and toys during sex. Using restraints and blindfolds can add an extra element of excitement, as well as using vibrators and other sex toys to increase the intensity and pleasure.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x reader #aegon targaryen imagine #house of the dragon #hotd x reader #hotd #dating would include

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ezekiel-krishna · 1 year

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What Each Moon Signs Do when they are Alone at home 💫

Aries Moon - When an Aries Moon is alone at home, they are likely to engage in high-energy activities that allow them to release their pent-up energy. This might involve exercising, dancing, or engaging in some form of physical activity that helps them burn off their excess energy.

Taurus Moon - When a Taurus Moon is alone at home, they might indulge in their love of comfort and enjoy some downtime in a cozy and comfortable environment. They might watch a movie, cook some delicious food, or just relax in their favorite spot in the house.

Gemini Moon - When a Gemini Moon is alone at home, they are likely to engage in a variety of activities that stimulate their curious minds. This might involve reading books, watching documentaries or learning something new online.

Cancer Moon - When a Cancer Moon is alone at home, they will likely focus on creating a cozy and comfortable atmosphere. This might involve cooking comfort foods, lighting candles, taking a warm bath, and cuddling up with a blanket.

Leo Moon - When a Leo Moon is alone at home, they will likely seek out ways to express their creativity. This might involve painting, drawing, dancing, or singing along to their favorite songs.

Virgo Moon - When a Virgo Moon is alone at home, they will likely focus on organizing and cleaning. They might spend time decluttering, deep-cleaning, or reorganizing their living space to create a more functional and efficient environment.

Libra Moon - When a Libra Moon is alone at home, they will likely engage in self-care activities that help them feel balanced and centered. This might involve practicing yoga, meditation, or aromatherapy.

Scorpio Moon - When a Scorpio Moon is alone at home, they might engage in activities that allow them to explore their intense emotions. This might involve journaling, listening to music, or watching intense movies that evoke deep feelings.

Sagittarius Moon - When a Sagittarius Moon is alone at home, they might engage in activities that allow them to explore their sense of adventure and curiosity. This might involve planning a future travel itinerary, learning a new language, or exploring new cultures.

Capricorn Moon - When a Capricorn Moon is alone at home, they will likely focus on their work and productivity. They might use this time to catch up on overdue work, plan their future goals, and work on their personal projects.

Aquarius Moon - When an Aquarius Moon is alone at home, they might engage in activities that allow them to explore their unique perspectives and ideas. This might involve writing, brainstorming, or creating art that expresses their individuality.

Pisces Moon - When a Pisces Moon is alone at home, they might engage in activities that allow them to explore their spiritual side. This might involve meditating, practicing yoga, or reading spiritual books that help them connect with their inner selves.

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warrioreowynofrohan · 10 months

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Wildfell Weekly - Chapter 6 (Progression)

This is where we start seeing some character development from Gilbert, and the author starts developing her themes further.

Gilbert at the start of the chapter is displaying some conventional and dismissive opinions as he assumes there’s no real reason that Mrs. Graham could like the company of Mary Millward (described in thr furst chapter as a plain woman, her family’s ‘housekeeper and drudge’ who is ‘loved and courted by all dogs, cats, children, and poor people, and slighted and neglected by everyone else’).

Over several months Gilbert gradually becomes friends with Mrs. Graham and her son, and gets to like her conversation; and upon returning hometo find Eliza Millward there, he finds her more superficial than before and enjoys her time with her less. His tastes are improving; he’s finding that he likes intellectual engagement (which he had few opportunities for before, in his small circle) better than flirtation and flattery.

He spends increasing amounts of time with her, and they have something resembling an actual personal conversation when he asks if she finds Wildfell Hall lonely.

Upon returning home, we see Gilbert voicing principles that seem at least in part related to spending his time in thoughtful conversations with Mrs. Graham, and also showing good principles and attitude on his own part. This raises some of the author’s main themes in the book, as Gilbert’s sister Rose objects to men always being favoured within the household, and Gilbert agrees with her.

The basis for Gilbert’s arguments against men being indulged by theur female relatives is severalfold:

If men care about their mothers and wives, they will want them to be comfortable and not always waiting on the men (“if you would really study my pleasure, Mother, you must consider your own comfort and convenience a little more than you do”)

It makes them take it for granted and not even realize that they are being given their own way in everything without even asking, because they never hear contrary views or desires (“I might sink into the grossest condition of self-indulgence and carelessness about the wants of others, from the mere habit of being constantly cared for, and having all my want anticipated or immediately supplied, while left in total ignorance of what is done for me.”)

Men and women are meant to be true partners and care for one another, and it’s morally healthy to do that rather than men being indulged and spoilt (“I was not sent into the world merely to exercise the good capacities and good feelings of others - was I? - but to exercise my own towards them”). This contains several (uncited, but clear) references to the Bible (“I would rather give than receive”; “we must bear one another’s burdens”), emphasizing that this, not male domination, is in line with scriptural ideas of a good marriage.

It’s rhetorically effective by the author to have the patriarchal argument stated by a woman, Gilbert’s mother (“it’s your business to please yourself, and [your wife’s] business to please you”), because most men even of that time would not have said such a thing out loud - they would simply have tended to act in ways that took for granted that it was true, and never interrogated it.

Gilbert’s got a good head on his shoulders - his first debate with Mrs. Graham, about teetotalling and child-raising principles, was a vigorous and sharply-argued one - and here we we see him start to break away from more conventional opinions and argue his point strongly in favour of views different from the ones that predominate in his little community.

#the tenant of wildfell hall #wildfell weekly #gilbert markham #helen graham

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can I be extra extra nosey 👀👀👀👀 ?

otherwise feel free to pick and choose hehe but these ones interested me to know the answers to ✨️

🌵 ⇢ share the link to a playlist you love

🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?

🛼 ⇢ describe your latest wip with five emojis

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now

🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?

🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

🏜️ ⇢ what's your favourite type of comment to receive on your work?

🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately

🪲 ⇢ add 50 words to your current wip and share the paragraph here

🎨 ⇢ link your favourite piece of fanart and explain why you like it

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Hi Keisha! Please uh.... please just ignore how long it's been since you asked me this lol. I'm so sorry.

And of course! you can always ask as many emojis as you want :p

A playlist that i love? right now I've been listening to Lucky's Leo playlist :3.

a five, but that's because i hate editing my own work but I love editing for other people lol

💜🐢🎧😱🥺

i've got an amazing group of friends! I'm starting to not hate exercise again! and my garden is chugging along nicely!

weirdest topic is probably how different type of wounds actually affect the human body and how adrenaline actually works and it's limits :3

personal wisdom.... hm.... if you're stuck on a project step away from it a bit and try something else! Come back with fresh eyes.

dream theme for a plot or fanfic would would probably include pining and hopeless fools in love :3. as to would write it best, i really can't pick, because i like to see how different artists approach a story.

my favorite type of comment to receive on a fic is any comment! keyboard smashes, "h", or long thought processes, any type of comment is a good comment

I really want to just remind everyone that fandom is exactly what you make of it. Your writing is YOUR writing, your art is YOUR art. Don't worry so much about what other people Want to see you do, do something that makes YOU happy. Write the self indulgent story, whether it be more comfort or more hurt. Draw the self insert art. Dabble with Y/N, reader, or create your own OCs. Don't let someone else set boundaries for how You enjoy creating for a fandom. Someone is always going to have an "opinion" on it, but at the end of the day it's not Their decision. and you know. the block button is right there lol. Just have fun, please remember fandom is suppose to be Fun.

The baby fine hairs at the base of her neck lifted when she stalled at a red light crossing, and without thinking Winnie rubbed the thin skin, frowning and regretting once more her decision to forgo the jacket. The light changed to the little green walking man, and she stepped - :3

@hitwiththetmnt drew a comic for one of my fics a little while ago, and I love it SO much. I go back and reread it probably more than I do Cistern lol. Link to the comic here.

hm honestly not much? there are a few stereotypes that i don't really like but usually i tough it out because everyone has a different view of the world..... oh. I can mention a pet peeve though. If you have something that's a pretty common trigger in a story, and you purposefully leave it out, I don't like that. I've seen it discussed a few times and I just don't think the people understand that they're likely to drive people away from their stories if they keep doing this as a "shock value".

#ask away!#ask game

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zodiactalks · 6 months

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How Each Zodiac Sign Deals with SADNESS

Sadness is one of those emotions we'd rather not feel.

No matter how honest we are about our feelings, or how self-aware we are, sadness has a way of surprising us and enveloping us when we least expect it.

While a perfectly normal part of the human experience, sadness has a way of bringing out our worst qualities, and we all react to it differently.

There are a few commonalities in how we tackle this unpleasant emotion, though, which is why today we'll be talking about the signs and sadness.

Let's get started!

Aries

It all depends on whether Aries has an appropriate conduit for their emotions or not.

When they lack an outlet, Aries's sadness transforms into anger, which they use against everyone around them at the slightest provocation.

When they have an outlet –be it in the form of exercise or a craft– then they'll pour all their negative emotions into it, transforming them into something productive.

Regardless of what they do, though, one thing remains constant: Arians refuse to acknowledge their sadness and will avoid it at all costs.

To cope with sadness in a healthy way, Arians need to conquer their fear of vulnerability and explore their negative emotions.

Taurus

Tauruses tend to be couch potatoes who enjoy outside activities only on their terms, so when they're experiencing sadness, it's not surprising that they double down on this.

A sad Taurus is a Taurus that will indulge in creature comforts while isolating themselves from others; They'll binge eat while binge-watching Netflix, and will reject social activities that they might've loved to participate in at any other point.

While they're not opposed to acknowledging their sadness, they can easily be consumed by the things they do to feel better, so they should be careful about that.

The best way of doing this is attempting to stick to a routine, no matter how unpleasant the idea may be, as this will provide the kind of stability a sad Taurus needs.

Gemini

Because they're always eager to please others and are often the ones making other people laugh, they're not particularly good at feeling sad.

In fact, they take it very hard.

A sad Gemini will become even more of an overthinker, focusing on the thoughts that made them sad, and feeling worse and worse in return.

Luckily, this approach to sadness comes with its solution: It's okay to overthink things, as long as you let those emotions out.

Writing, filming a vlog, even just chatting with a friend. As long as Gemini shares their feelings, they'll be able to get over their funk.

Cancer

Cancer's sadness is obvious and difficult to ignore, particularly when you're not a Cancer yourself.

Sad cancers become clingier and needier than usual, requiring constant reassurance and emotional support.

When they feel sad, it's not uncommon for Cancers to feel like they're not good enough, which makes them cling to their friends, which can be annoying to them, which in turn makes Cancer feel guilty and even sadder.

While the urge to be close to those they love is understandable, the best way for Cancer to deal with sadness is to distract themselves from the feelings of inadequacy by doing something that keeps their minds off things.

Arts and crafts serve the double purpose of distracting Cancer and leaving them with a little token they can gift to people supporting them through their sadness.

Leo

While Leo's don't make a conscious effort to mask their sadness, it tends to morph into stress.

A sad Leo is a theatrical Leo, someone who'll blow small things out of proportion and will react to even the slightest inconvenience as if it was the worst thing in the world.

They're unafraid of facing and acknowledging their sadness, but unless they have someone to confide in, they'll struggle to get through the negative feelings without feeling overwhelmed.

For Leo, the best course of action is to surrender their pride and allow themselves to be vulnerable with others for however long it takes to feel better.

Virgo

Virgos deal with sadness by multiplying every aspect of their personality in a way that rarely makes them look good in the eyes of others.

They'll become self-absorbed and blunt, will overthink even more than usual, and will simply stop considering other people's feelings while dealing with their own.

While these compulsive behaviors will scare away people, even those who want to stick around to lend a hand. Virgo is lucky in the sense that to improve, they need to tackle their sadness head-on and reflect on that rather than distracting themselves with other thoughts.

Apologizing to others after lashing out and hurting them is also the way to go, as it's harder to deal with guilt on top of sadness.

Libra

Always wishing to maintain a semblance of balance, sad Libras will attempt to put on a happy face for others, even if they're dying on the inside.

When alone, they'll be moody and lethargic, and once the effort to appear happy and unbothered becomes too much, they might shun social interactions altogether.

The healthiest thing Libra can do, thus, is to stop pretending to be okay for the comfort of others and lean into friends and loved ones for comfort and reassurance.

Scorpio

Though they might wish for support and understanding, a sad Scorpio will lash out and attack those who attempt to comfort them.

Scorpios always try to portray themselves as strong and capable, so when they feel weak and vulnerable, they prefer to hide and lick their wounds in peace.

Forcing themselves to socialize with others is counterproductive, so Scorpio should focus on spending time with only those they want to see.

Sagittarius

Sagittarians look for sources of escapism, be they positive or negative.

When sad, they run the risk of abusing substances to stop thinking about that sadness, and they become even more withdrawn and intolerant than usual.

They have everything they need to get over their sadness on their own, but to do so they need to actively work on it rather than escape.

Capricorn

Sad Capricorns fall into what can only be described as a robotic mindset.

They'll go through the motions of their day-to-day life, but will be disinterested and detached from the whole experience.

While the loss of inspiration will be challenging, continuing to do passion projects is a sure way of getting Capricorn out of their funk.

Aquarius

Aquarians, take sadness very harshly because they hate the feeling.

They'll attempt to appear happy in the hopes of feeling happy, but the truth is that, when they're sad, they can only feel numb and disinterested.

This numbness is often an attempt to protect themselves from negative feelings, so daring to tackle them head-on is the best way of improving.

Pisces

Pisces are sensitive signs by nature and they become even more sensitive when they're sad.

A sad Pisces will obsess over whatever is making them sad, which will unleash a spiral of sadness they won't be able to get out without conscious effort.

In order to improve, Pisces will have to work on getting out of the spiral or, better yet, not falling into it, to begin with.

#Zodiac #Zodiac Signs #Zodiacs #zodiac facts #zodiacsign #astrology #astrology signs #Aries #Aquarius #Cancer #Capricorn #leo #libra #Gemini #virgo #Pisces #Sagittarius #taurus #scorpio

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garbage-w-panda · 5 months

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Finnaly got around to writing this thing lol. Feel free to switch out oc's name for your name if you want it to be a self insert. This whole thing is definitely self-indulgent, but feel free to leave suggestions.

She'll be driving for Porsche, their car is mainly yellow and black like a bee with minimal white accents. The suits are yellow with black from the palm of the gloves down the sides. Think Miles Morales spider suit from across the spider-verse but the second color going all the way down to the boots. With a white collar and shoulders.

The main character is a faceless, 20 year old female driver named Snow. She got her driver number with a random number generator.

Sebastian Vettel is a team principal for the new team and adamantly wanted Snow to be one of his drivers. In all honesty he’s still a grid dad/mom/parent.

She wears a motorbike helmet when she has to do anything that relates to f1, partying with the rest of the grid? Helmet. In public with someone from the grid? Helmet or a mask + sunglasses + hat combo.

She trains in the helmet as well to get used to wearing it all the time.

Might upgrade to an LED one that shows facial expressions later on.

She collects mostly motorcycles rather than cars. Her favorite is a custom black Kawasaki Ninja 400 with changeable LED underglow.

She's shy with new people and on camera (in the beginning) but becomes a menace. She is considerate but a feral gremlin nonetheless.

Definitely a yapper of given the chance.

She's shorter than Yuki by 6 cm and he reminds her every time they meet.

She has 0 self-preservation skills, not a single brain cell in that helmet.

When she wants to nap she hides in the weirdest places. She has been found asleep in a tree more than once.

Likes to munch, and is often seen munching on carrots, cucumbers or dried fruits before races. She's not a picky eater, and would try exotic fruits for fun.

Has a sibling relationship with most of the grid, a dad relationship with Sebastion, and an uncle with Lewis, Valtteri, Sergio, and Fernando.

Dark Gen Z humor and energy to the max.

Trauma? Yes.

Self-deprecation? Master class.

Secret emotional support stuffed animal? Yes.

Where are her parents? She doesn't have any. She just materialized into existence. At least, that's what she says.

Her warm-ups are balance exercises with juggling.

Before races, she gives everyone in her team helmet kisses/headbutts as an endearing ‘thanks in advance’ or a ‘let’s do well, good luck’.

Afterward, she will full on headbutt drivers if they have their helmets on or a helmet kiss if they don't, as a ‘congratulations you did it’ or ‘a you did well’.

The Grid

Porsche:

36 Liam Lawson

91 Snow

Redbull racing:

1 Max Verstappen

3 Daniel Ricciardo

Toro rosso:

11 Surgio Pérez

32 Yuki Tsunoda

Ferrari:

55 Carlos Sienz Jr.

16 Charles Leclerc

McLaren:

4 Lando Norris

81 Oscar Piastri

Mercedes:

44 Lewis Hamilton

63 George Russell

Aston Martin:

14 Fernando Alonso

18 Lance Stroll

Sauber:

24 Zhou Guanyu

77 Valtteri Bottas

Alpine:

10 Pierre Gassly

47 Mick Schumacher

Williams:

2 Logan Sargeant

23 Alex Albon

Please do be respectful with criticism, I'm not the best writer. And enjoy :D

#f1 fem!driver #fem!driver #f1 imagine #genz driver!#platonic f1 #f1 female driver #f1 driver oc

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animebw · 1 year

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Seasonal Reflection: Spring 2023 Anime

Now that’s more fucking like it. I was feeling pretty down on anime after a disappointing winter season, but spring has come in like a freight train to remind us why this medium is so damn important (just in time for summer to let us down again because my god this new crop of shows is looking thiiiiiiiiiiin). Making the choice not to stick with shows I wasn’t enjoying just for the sake of completion was clearly the right call, because not only did that leave me with fewer bad shows sucking my my free time and motivation, it meant I was able to much more happily appreciate the bevy of excellent offerings that Spring 2023 had to offer. From an absolute top-tier run of rom-coms to a slew of entrancing fantasy series, I was never at a loss for things to enjoy. I’ve already shared by thoughts on Vinland Saga’s flawed but excellent second season (8/10) and the abysmal, overrated trash heap that was Oshi no Ko (3/10), as well as quick thoughts on all the series I ended up dropping. But if you want to know my thoughts on the other shows I watched to completion? Then read on, and see which spring offerings are worth checking out!

Uma Musume To the Top: 4/10

One of these days, I’ll be able to better articulate why this franchise leaves me so cold. What is it about Uma Musume that made fans go gaga for historical racehorses anthropomorphized as cute anime idol horsegirls that I’m not getting? Cause from where I’m sitting, the whole thing is just a bloated, overwrought exercise in hacky melodrama and shrink-wrapped moeblob pandering with the occasional actually pretty decent sports anime arc thrown in there. The whole thing just feels so cynical and calculating, from its lazily slapped-together premise that feels like three random popular anime genres shoved in a blender with no rhyme or reason to the obnoxious soap-opera histrionics that define its attempts at tugging your heartstrings. And while this 4-episode OVA certainly has the best, most exhilaration animation of the bunch- seriously- it is stunning how good the racing looks- it also makes the unforgivable mistake of having zero Gold Ship content. They got rid of the funniest character in the show and I will never forgive them for it.

Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible: 4.5/10

I think 2023 is the year that something officially snapped in me. I have just entirely lost patience with middling rom-coms that exist for no other reason than to sell the fantasy of a perfect manic pixie dream girl who’ll love your totally bland forgettable self. I mean, not like I had much patience for them to begin with in the first place, but watching Kubo Won’t Let Me Be Invisible felt like staring the futility of mindless wish fulfillment itself in the face. Does it have some good jokes? Yeah. Is the animation pleasing enough? Sure. But between the embarrassingly forced whimsy in the soundtrack and the treacly sweet presentation that tarts up this bargain-bin Takagi-san like some sweeping, romantic ideal, the inherent emptiness at the heart of the fantasy it’s selling just becomes impossible to ignore. Boys, I beg you: get higher standards for yourself and the shows you watch. You will not cure your loneliness by losing yourself in the illusion of a perfectly sweet, doting girlfriend who’ll never ask you to outgrow the things you hate about yourself. You deserve better than settling for endless self-indulgence at the hands of an industry that doesn’t believe you’re capable of more than that. Or just, you know, at least only watch anime of this kind that actually are good, compelling stories in their own right with more to say than “Gee, wouldn’t it be great if Kana Hanazawa was the only person in the whole world who I mattered to?” There’s even one of those later in this list! You don’t have to settle for mediocrity! Seriously!

My Home Hero: 4.5/10

I feel bad for this show, because it’s one of those cases where it’s obvious you’re getting a vastly inferior version of the story. The concept of a cat-and-mouse thriller where the protagonists are just a normal family of everyday middle-class busybodies trying to outwit a yakuza conspiracy after killing one of their goons is a pretty unique one, and the writing goes a long way to sell out on the fact that these are just an ordinary middle-aged couple thrust into a hectic situation and doing their best with the limited skills at their disposal. Even if the writing can be overly convenient at times with how much they’re able to plan ahead, there’s some good stuff here. Unfortunately, it was adapted to anime by Tezuko Productions, one of the most bafflingly incompetent studios to still get reliable work. So the animation falls apart any time it has to depict anything more complex than characters talking and walking, the art direction is uniformly ugly and stilted, and the horrendously conceived score tries so hard to sound epic and edgy that it turns every potentially gut-wrenching moment into a laughingstock of poorly executed melodrama. If you’ve got any interest in this story at all, just go straight for the manga and forget this turd exists.

Yuri is My Job: 5.5/10

Something to know about me: I hate cringe. And if there’s one type of cringe I can’t stand above all others, it’s watching performers mess up on stage and ruin the show for the audience. As a former theater kid, nothing makes we want to curl up in a ball and die more than a stage play going off the rails and the actors being left lost and adrift while the audience stares and murmurs in worry. I say all this to tell you that I watched Yuri is My Job- a show that is primarily focused on watching actors almost fail in live performance over and over again in the messiest. most emotionally charged ways possible- and I almost managed to make myself like it. What can I say, I’m a sucker for subversive yuri deconstructions that explore the liminal space between ambiguous Class S-style stock yuri tropes and real feelings of lesbian love. Especially when they’re willing to let their characters be this messy and difficult. But man, there were times I had to watch this show with my hands over my eyes from sheer concentrated cringe. Do not let the yuri fool you into thinking this is just another soft and sweet gay girl romance, this shit gets rough. But as long as you have a stronger stomach than me for this kind of thing- and if you don’t ask too many questions about what these girls’ lives are like when they’re not play-acting for customers in a yuri schoolgirl cafe because we never fucking leave this location- you might find something really worthwhile here.

Otaku Elf: 5.5/10

Every season, there’s one anime that sneaks under the radar at first but slowly accrues more and more good will over time, establishing itself as an underappreciated gem for anyone smart enough to go looking for it. And this season, that show was Otaku Elf, an inconsistent but enjoyable blend of chill slice-of-life antics- centered on a young shrine maiden looking after the titular shut-in elf who serves as her temple’s local deity- and bite-sized history lessons about the life and culture of people in Japan’s Edo period. It’s got some surprisingly warm and nuanced character writing for its two leads, and their relationship as they push and pull from different perspectives on life leads to a handful of emotional moments I’d genuinely consider magical. Sadly, the further the show strays outside that central relationship, the less interesting it gets, with most of the side characters- the maiden’s perfectly angelic younger sister, other elves enshrined as deities as their caretakers- coming off as half-baked in comparison. It’s a bit of a crap shoot whether any given episode will pluck at your heartstrings or bore you to tears depending on what it chooses to focus on. But when it’s good, it’s really good, and it’s worth a look for anyone who enjoys historical trivia mixed in with their comfort viewing.

The Ancient Magus’ Bride Season 2: 6/10

In retrospect, I’m really glad I went back and re-evaluated my opinion on Magus Bride season 1 before this new entry came out. Not just because it helped me realize how much I’d underappreciated one of the most captivating fantasy anime of the modern era, but because it drives home that this second season’s sluggish pace is, in fact, an issue. Magus Bride has always been a very slow and ruminative series, trickling through moments like streams through a mud-clogged riverbed en route to its big character moments. But even by those generous standards, this has been sloooooooooooow going. Lots of table setting, lots of new characters with new conflicts, lots of buildup for multiple different plotlines that don’t always feel meaningfully connected and will require a damn good payoff to make this slow start worth it. Luckily we’ve got a second cours coming in the fall, so there’s still plenty of time to turn Chise’s experience at magic college into another worthwhile entry in this powerful series. Until then, I’ll hang tight to the things this series still does well- its primordial depiction of magic, a wonderful soundtrack, the complexities of Chise and Elias’ relationship, Chise’s continued journey toward understanding and cultivating her self-worth- in hopes the end result will be just as magical as what came before.

Birdie Wing Season 2: 6/10

Is there a point where a series who’s primary appeal is how brazenly over-the-top it goes starts to run out of steam? Believe it or not, being stupid and bonkers is an art unto itself, and it takes real talent to sustain. For every Akiba Maid War that constantly ups the ante until it blows its stack with an absolute barn-burner finale, there are countless Highschool of the Deads that slowly dribble away their incredible manic energy over time, leaving nothing behind but the same tired anime cliches as always. And as much as I enjoyed seeing the rollicking madness of Birdie Wing come to close, I can’t deny that I felt my interest starting to slip as this second and final season went on. It just doesn’t do enough to surpass the bar it set with the insane high-stakes golf mafia death matches in the first season. Which I acknowledge is a high bar to clear, but for all the hilariously overdramatic soap opera twists and sudden power-ups that dominate the matches in this season, it never quite manages to measure up to that wonderful madcap energy that made its first season such a lightning-bolt success. Or, I dunno, maybe they shouldn’t have split up the main goddamn couple for basically the entire season. Especially when the same studio was already doing another, much better handled lesbian separation arc over in G-Witch. Seriously, Sunrise, anything you want to get off your chest? I feel like you might have some issues.

Ranking of Kings: Treasure Chest of Courage: 7.5/10

It feels like we’re heading into a very bizarre trend in side story “season 2″s lately. First Ranking of Kings, Horimiya next season, and the Quintessential Quintuplets somewhere down the line, so many shows are spending entire seasons on side content going through stuff from the source material they either skipped over or rushed through. And I can’t help but worry that sets a bad precedent for anime adaptations; we seriously do not need to legitimize shows hacking their source material to pieces for the sake of modern broadcast standards any more than they already are. On the other hand, though... man, it’s hard to complain when the end result does such a great job living up to its source. The Treasure Chest of Courage is every bit as whimsical, emotional, and gorgeously animated as the first season of Ranking of Kings, all the same heart and imagination in bite-sized pieces exploring the finer details in ways that make you appreciate the base story even more. It even fixes a few of my big issues with the main show’s back half and sets things up for an apparent proper season 2 sometime in the future! We’ll see if Horimiya and Quints can keep up those high standards, but for now, this is an exceptional interquel that’s bound to make you fall in love with one of anime’s best modern fantasy yarns all over again.

The Dangers in My Heart: 7.5/10

If you started watching The Dangers in My Heart only to drop it after the very first scene, I can’t blame you. The prospect of putting up with a school-shooter level misanthropic loner of a protagonist gleefully fantasizing about brutalizing his crush was almost enough to make me nope out right away. But thank god I kept watching, because once you get past that horrifically unrepresentative opening scene, it quickly becomes clear that The Dangers in My Heart is actually a genuinely wonderful little rom-com that fully understands just how much edgelord middle school nonsense is just insecure kids trying to figure out their place in the world. So few rom-coms like this really get the precise blend of hormones, awkwardness, insecurity, and cringe that defines so many middle school foibles, let alone one that understands the interiority of its female characters well enough to make them feel more fleshed out than trophy wives. But this show nails that early adolescent hellscape without ever coming off exploitative of it (well, almost; there are some obnoxious fanservice moments that really didn’t need to exist, thankfully few and far between). And really, who else but the director of the similarly true-to-life Teasing Master Takagi-san could pull that off so well? Just make it through that opening scene and you’ll very quickly find yourself falling for these idiots just like I did.

My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999: 8/10

God, it’s so fucking good to have shoujo rom-coms again. We went through such a drought period where the genre basically faded into nonexistence save for the Fruits Basket remake, but it feels like they’re finally coming back into fashion. And what better way to remind the world how marvelous the world of shoujo romance can be than another collaboration between the studio and director that graced us with the masterpiece My Love Story back in 2015... with another show called My Love Story? You couldn’t ask for a more surefire winning formula, and sure enough My Love Story with Yamada-kun at Lv999 is a delight from start to finish. It’s nominally about failgirl extraordinaire Akane meeting the socially awkward and emotionally distant hot boy Yamada through the RPG they play together, but the game stuff is actually a pretty small part of it. At heart, this show is about the messiness of young adulthood, and the ways people fumble through the highs and lows of coming of age as they develop into fully concrete people. And it captures that chaos with all the sharp, creative direction, thoughtful character writing, and feel-good romantic fireworks you should expect from this creative team. It’s a gut-busting, feel-good, achingly sincere gem of a show, and I recommend it to everyone in need of a little more whimsy in your life.

Skip and Loafer: 8.5/10

It’s absolutely insane to me that the Skip and Loafer manga is published in the same seinen magazine as Vinland Saga, because this is one of the most authentically shoujo teen coming-of-age delights we’ve had in a long time. Small-town girl Mitsumi moves to the big city to excel at a prestigious high school and make her dreams of rebuilding her hometown come true, only to have her perfect plans derailed by the chaos of growing up, from friends to crushes to high school curveballs. It’s so rare for a story to capture adolescence this authentically, the moments both big and small that define our paths toward maturity as we begin to figure out who we want to be. Watching Skip and Loafer made me reflect on my own high school experiences, good and bad alike, and be grateful for all the steps I took that brought me to where I am today. And any show that can get me so introspective about myself is a show worth celebrating. Plus it’s got the legendary Tomoyo Kurosawa in the leading role, and it’s got a prominent adult trans side character (Nao-chan is perfect and needs more screentime in season 2 or I riot), and the OP makes my cheeks hurt from smiling too hard... yeah, PA works has once again knocked it out of the park. Somebody stop them, they’re growing too powerful!

Heavenly Delusion: 8.5/10

To summarize Heavenly Delusion in a single sentence is, I’m afraid, impossible. I could say it’s a post-apocalyptic mystery thriller that feels like the love child of Shinsekai Yori and The Promised Neverland, but that doesn’t quite do it justice. I could say it’s a dizzying double-track story that does a better job than pretty much any other series as letting you pick up clues on your own, but that’s doesn’t tell you enough either. I could say it’s host to one of the most staggering, masterpiece anime productions ever put to television with no shortage of the greatest singular episodes and individual cuts I’ve ever seen, but even that falls short. I could even say it’s a deeply flawed, intensely problematic series that’s trying to unpack so many different ideas about gender and sexuality with no guardrails to keep it from hurtling off track, but even that leaves out so much. Ultimately, though, the only way I can describe Heavenly Delusion is that it is Heavenly Fucking Delusion, and it’s one of the single most mesmerizing anime I’ve ever had the pleasure to watch. It’s a tour-de-force capital-E Event the likes of which we so rarely get nowadays, and if you think you can stomach the dark places it goes in its exploration of humanity’s corrosion and reconstruction, then you absolutely owe it to yourself to give it a watch. Just be aware there’s a content warning for an incredibly upsetting scene of sexual assault near the end, and I mean that seriously. I like to think I’m pretty desensitized and even I felt kind of sick and unclean by the time that scene was over. Watch at your own discretion.

Insomniacs After School: 8.5/10

So fun fact: this is the rare series where I’ve actually read the manga before the anime was even announced! One of my Discord friends introduced me to Insomniacs After School, and despite my normal aversion to manga, I fell helplessly, recklessly head over heels in love with it. And if this adaptation made you feel any inch of that magic, then you owe it to yourself to check out the manga right away. Not just because there’s more story to cover beyond the anime’s admittedly pretty perfect stopping point, but because Lidenfilms’ workmanlike production is only able to capture, like 70% of what makes this series so special. And this stirring tale of two insomniacs learning to navigate the trauma of their sleepless nights together deserves to be experienced at its full, unblemished power. It’s an absolutely wonderful slow-burn romance that captures the nuances of teenage friend groups and coming of age like so few series I’ve consumed, and its portrayal of Nakami and Magari’s growing companionship under the night sky is sure to melt your heart into a sugary-sweet puddle. It’ll make you learn for your lost youth more palpably than any other show you’re likely to watch this year. And even in a season already jammed to the gills with exemplary rom-coms that really, truly get what it means to be a teenager or young adult, this slightly subpar take on the material still stands head and shoulders above them all.

Mobile Suit Gundam: the Witch from Mercury Season 2: 9/10

Be honest: did any other show even have a shot? For all the wonderfully realistic rom-coms and ambitious seinen mindfucks this season gave us, there was only ever one true contender to the throne. And I’m thrilled to say that after a fantastic first season putting all the pieces in perfect order, Gundam: Witch From Mercury stuck the landing with a riveting second season that smashed the game board and sent everything spiraling out of control in the best way possible. It’s like Ichiro Ookuchi took all the right lessons from his work on Code Geass- a seamless blend of high school melodrama and gut-wrenching mecha warfare, dizzying plotting that leaves you gasping for breath at the end of every episode, a sheer unrivaled confidence in the chaos of love and war- and refined them to a razor’s edge, delivering a never-ending roller coaster of jaw-dropping battles, explosive emotional payoffs, stunning twists that all make sense in retrospect, tears, laughter, hard choices, flawed characters overcoming their weaknesses, and a true coronation of Suletta and Miroine as one of the all-time great anime yuri couples. At times you can’t help but wish for more time to explore the many worldbuilding details and side characters that fall by the wayside as the chaos takes hold; two cours just isn’t enough to do justice to all the complex, interconnecting ideas this series is juggling. But the fact it works as well as it does, and bring it all home for such a satisfying finale, is proof of just how damn miraculous this series has been from start to finish. I couldn’t ask for a more perfect introduction to this storied franchise, and I couldn’t be more excited to see what this creative team will come up with next. And if you somehow haven’t gotten around to watching it yet? Fix that as soon as possible. You won’t regret it for a second.

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My body issues are acting up again, so naturally I project them on to a fictional character - because I can't, for the love of god, find a therapist. This is mainly a sad Hob/caring Dream self indulgence.

I'm thinking about Hob falling into a rabbit hole on the internet and not being his happy confident self. Maybe it's because things move on so fast this century. Maybe it's because you're connected with everything all the time.

The thing is Hob used to think very little about his body. First because he just had to keep it running, later he focused on achieving different things from money to education.

Bodies and their shapes however, seem to be the main focus of people these days. So it's for the first time that he actually looks at himself and worries. He is quite on the hairy side of men and since he quit the soldering he got quite soft around the middle. After his experience with starvation, he enjoyed food more than ever and perhaps, indulged more than it was appropriate.

Since Dream visited more often and things were evolving from friendship to relationship, Hob feels more and more insecure. Dream used to persue great leaders and goddesses. Hob is neither and it bothers him. He fears that he won't be able to keep Dreams attention for long. So maybe being nice to look at would help him. Just to keep him a little longer.

The plan of action is quite simple. Lose the fat and gain more muscle mass. The internet offers a lot of solutions. From healthy to harmful - he can't die, so what does it matter? He cuts back on food, fits regular exercise in his already busy schedule and soon sees results. His body changes but his insecurities don't. He still finds things to dislike or right on hate about himself. It affects his whole life, his mood and his dreams.

Right after Dream told him about his true nature, Hob asked him to not interfere with his dreams. He liked them - dreams and nightmares alike. Just like he loved life with its ups and downs.

Now he suffers through nightmares of not fitting into his clothes, people calling him nasty things, Dream leaving him for someone better looking.

Dream of course notices the changes but doesn't know how to bring them up. While he honours his promise, he can't help to steal a glance at Hobs visits in the Dreaming. He just needs to understand what's happening. When he does it breaks is heart. It really does. He still doesn't know how to confront his friend, who became way more than a friend, during his past visits.

Falling in love with Hob had been so easy and felt so natural, it had never occurred to Dream, that it needed clarification.

His next visit is, like all visits, unannounced but carefully planed. He enters into Hobs living room and finds him standing in front of a huge mirror. Just staring at his reflection without really seeing anything. Dreams stands behind Hob and startles him. When Hob tries to turn around Dream just shakes his head and holds on to Hobs hips. They are way sharper than they should be. Pointy bones easily felt trough the fabric of his trousers. Slowly Dream moves closer and presses himself into Hobs back, finding his gaze in the mirror.

They've rarely been this close and Dream cherishes the warmth that's oozing from Hob.

"Dream..wh- what are you doing?" Hob stutters. Heat filling up his cheeks and the tips of his ears. He feels caught and ashamed and so happy to have Dream touch him.

"I worry." Dream answers, his voice a deep hum. "You seem to be unaware of how much you mean to me. Meant to me through all the centuries. It seems that I have neglected to show you." He sounds remorseful.

"Dream.." Hob starts but Dreams look shuts him up.

"Please, Hob, let me finish. I want you to know. I need you to know, that you are acknowledged and seen. That you are loved and cherished. I need you to know that my feelings for you run deep and will not fade. I need you to know that you are in my thoughts permanently and that I wouldn't change that, even if I could. It hurts me to see you hurt so deeply, Hob Gadling, as your wounds feel like my own." During his speech a wet sheen covers his eyes and tears cling on long lashes. Hob tries to take a deep breath but it gets caught in his throat and turns into a wet sob. Big tears run down his face and his emotions are all over the place and drowning him.

Carefully Dream steps around himself and blocks his view into the mirror. Hob feels Dreams arms hold him close in a loving embrace and between one blink and the next, they are in his bedroom, no mirrors in sight. He is guided onto his bed and held through all his sobs, tears and sniffles. Fingers carding through is hair and rubbing circles on his back. "I'm sorry" he whispers again and again. "You have nothing to apologize for, my love".

The endearment rips another sob from Hob. He feels utterly pathetic. But Dream is patient and holds him. When the sobs stop, he tells him stories and when he falls asleep, he is welcomed in the Dreaming with warm hands and gentle kisses.

Nothing changes over night. Hob is still painfully insecure and worries whenever Dreams been kept away for a longer period of time. Dream is patient and kind and doesn't tire of showing his love for Hob in all the ways he knows.

#dreamling #dream of the endless #hob gadling #the sandman #i want somebody to get the cuddles I need #self indulgence at its finest #sad hob

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