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smol-bean-of-the-smols · 1 year

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things about this blog i guess?

Welcome to the shit-show.

First things first. I'm in love with Kajii. I'm also a self-shipper. Very important details.

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IMPORTANT: DO NOT REPOST MY ARTWORK. I do not allow this and I never will. (Sending it to someone in a chat is alright AS LONG AS the link is provided.) Any reposts will be reported for copyright infringement. Thank you.

(If you see any of my work posted outside of this tumblr account and my instagram linked below, please tell me so I can report it.)

Also don't you dare put any of my stuff into those ai things.

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Current obsessions!

Main: Bungou Stray Dogs (specifically Kajii Motojirou) NOT SPOILER FREE. I’ve read the manga and I’m going to talk it. I do however tag spoilers (for both recent anime episodes and manga content) as #bsd spoilers. But only really like. within a week or so of release, so it's not that safe here.

Side: Cult of the Lamb (specifically Narilamb and bamsara's The Rehabilitation of Death AU)

+ plenty other non-specific side interests that i dont really reblog stuff for consistently so it'll be a surprise :D

What you’ll find here!

My art! It’s all tagged with #my art. Stuff made in MS Paint are tagged with #bean's ms paint adventures as well.

If you want to surf the Kajii content I’ve made, which includes textposts about him, it’s easier to use #bsd kajii or #motojirou kajii from my 'popular tags'. However, there are some posts about him that I don't feel like tagging outside of my text-post tag.

Reblogs. Sooo many reblogs. There’s sometimes whole stories in the tags. Bean lore.

My random statements, that usually have nothing to do with my fandoms, but also sometimes do. They are under #bean’s random thoughts. Paired with the above can be: - #bean complains again (where i complain. tagged for blocking purposes for negativity.) (replacing #bean rants because i forgot that existed) - #bean’s selfshipping nonsense is for when I draw or talk about my self-insert in a self-shipping context. (Created primarily so those uninterested can filter it. Mostly used on art.) Note: I will still talk about my self-insert outside of this tag, it'll just not be in a self-shipping context. - #bean’s polls because i finally have them. they’ll be shits and giggles as well as for info gathering/helping me decide things Note: If I reblog/post about something, like a specific fandom or otherwise content you strongly dislike or you find triggering, and the posts aren't all tagged by their OP, let me know and I can start tagging those posts for your blocking purposes. I am fine with that.

About me?

Call me Bean or Lemon! If you know my irl name you can use that too!

I'm 19!

I’m bisexual. I have a little shell painted with the bi flag. It’s name is Michelle with a B. Bichelle, if you will. It’s cute.

Gender is an experiment and I’m playing with it like dolls. I’m “a little bit of everything all of the time.” /ref (I will make a post about my experience with gender in the future, as I'm getting close to figuring it out.)

My timezone is Eastern Time! (Currently EDT)

I am okay with NSFW things, but as many of the people who follow me are a-spec, I will be keeping such things to a minimum. (Anything including me being horny on main, be it from asks or artwork or just textposts in general, will have the Mature Content community tag for sexual content. They will also be tagged NSFW. However they will not be a common occurrence. Y'all don't need to see that side of me.)

I’m open to questions! I love questions. (If you're on anon, be mindful of what you say since you are a stranger to me in that context.)

The art program I use is Clip Studio Paint Pro (Version 1), and the tablet I use is a Wacom Intuos Small.

I made a google doc to sort Mayoi SSRs and URs into active skill categories btw. Currently making one of leader skills as well. For fun. Even if it makes me suffer. :D

Socials:

Instagram

ao3

Art Fight

My Discord username is beanthesmol if you wanna reach me there. (I have only he/they on discord, but do not be fooled. I have that for Certain People. i still use it/its.)

Closing notes!

I’m chill. I’m a mess. I’ll be your friend! I don’t talk much, but I try my best.

Also, this intro post is subject to changes without notice. However, if something important has changed, I will mention it.

#hope yall like it here! it's supposed to be cozy #that's the vibe we're going for #also listen. im not making a dni list. thats for yall to figure out based on what i post/reblog #the fact that im queer should deter enough of the wrong people anyways

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chubsonthemoon · 1 year

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On Fanbinding Commissions + Author Copies

I've gotten a few asks about this, so I figured I'd make an official statement here :D

While I do not accept fanbinding commissions, I am always happy to send an author copy! If you are:

An author whose work I have bound in the past or whose work I am currently binding, and

Willing and able to cover the cost of shipping (I'm based in the US)

Are possibly willing to wait a while (I work very slowly ough :'D)

Then please feel free to message me if you'd like a copy of your work! This offer is also open indefinitely to all authors whose work I've bound in the past. As long as you are willing and able to cover shipping costs, I'd be more than happy to make and send you a copy of any binding I've done of your work.

Outside of author copies, I do not accept bookbinding commissions (although I am flattered people have asked!). If you're interested in commissioning a fanbinder, I have a few tips on how to find someone here. And if you're interesting in learning how to fanbind yourself, I highly recommend checking out @renegadepublishing for resources, community, and inspo.

I hope this clears things up, and please feel free to shoot me a message if you have any questions! <3

#commissions #FAQ #about #fanbinding

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myshipsaresunkwrites · 2 years

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From The Ashes

Warning: language, substance abuse, references to suicide

A03. Playlist.

Chapter 8

“Are we there yet?”

“You asked me that five minutes ago,” Natasha replies.

“And you didn’t answer.”

“Because you’re annoying me. We’ll get there when we get there.”

Jake looks over at her. She’s typing away at her phone, barely paying him any attention. He feels like a petulant child, but they’ve been driving for over an hour now, leaving the city far behind.

“Legally you’re obligated to answer me,” he says.

Now she does look over at him. “Is that so?”

“I have a very good case to argue that if you don’t, you’re kidnapping me.”

“Interesting.” She turns back to her phone. “Have you ever checked your emails?”

“My emails?”

“I send you a detailed itinerary every morning.”

“My emails,” Jake repeats.

“Electronic mail. You can access it on your computer.”

“I don’t have a computer.”

Natasha gives him her full attention. “You don’t have a computer?”

“I don’t need one. I have people like you and George to deal with my schedule and finances and anything else important.”

“You don’t order anything online? Watch any TV?”

Jake shakes his head. She should know this already, though. Since he’s not producing any new albums, he’s almost constantly on tour to make up for the revenue disparity. What little free time he has, he uses to work-out, sleep off drunken escapades, and take part in said drunken escapades. And on the rare occasion he wants to watch TV, the hotel rooms always have one.

“What about your music writing? Don’t you use a computer for that?”

He’s not sure if she knows that’s a sore spot or not. “I don’t write music. Haven’t for a while, at least.”

“Why not?”

He shrugs. “Prolonged writer’s block.”

“Well.” She seems a bit at a loss. “What about your phone? You have an email app on there.”

He grins at her and unlocks his phone before tossing it her way. “You see for yourself.”

Natasha picks it up without hesitation. Her eyes widen as she sees the numbers in the notification bubbles. A horrified look crosses her face. Jake’s smile widens.

“How…how do you live like this?”

“You’re asking the wrong question. That’s precisely how I live. I don’t bother keeping up with it all. None of it is important. So why should I manage it?”

“You have thousands of missed calls. Texts. Emails. Voicemails. Everything.” Her voice shakes. He remembers how neat her room was and his amusement grows.

“Jake, we have to fix this. We have to - ”

He plucks his phone out of her grasp and shuts it off. “We don’t have to do anything,” he corrects. “But if you want me to be aware of an itinerary, it’s best if you print it out and stick it to my door. Or better yet, write it on my arm.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know.”

Natasha taps a finger against her lips. “I could tell you lots of things you don’t already know. But you would know them if you bothered to read the itinerary I sent you. Such as where we’re going and how long it will take to get there.”

He scowls at her and she laughs. It’s such a nice, light sound and he finds himself trying not to smile. Fine. She’d won this round.

The trees thicken around them and the driver turns from the interstate onto a patchy road and then onto a dirt road. Jake reaches up and holds onto the handle near the roof as they bounce around.

“Didn’t know you were a fan of off-roading,” he jokes.

“I’ve never been,” she admits.

“Too dirty for you? It would be a shame if you got mud on your boots.”

Natasha shoots him a hard look. “Just because I’m from LA doesn’t mean I’m a prissy city girl.”

“I never said it meant that.”

“You insinuated it.”

“You’ve never done anything to make me think otherwise.”

“Not even that spontaneous run?”

Jake had forgotten about that. But even that was just sweat, not dirt. “If that’s the best you got, it’s not as good as you think.”

“Oh, I’ve got much better,” she promises. “You don’t know the first thing about me, Jake Seresin.”

He opens his mouth to refute the statement, then realizes it’s true. He doesn’t know anything about her that he hasn’t directly observed or asked. And he hasn’t exactly been curious.

He fully expected her to be gone in a few weeks so he hasn’t bothered. But after the way she’s been handling him, taking everything in stride and always bouncing back up after every disaster, he has a feeling she might last longer than the others.

The thought makes him oddly…excited.

He can’t remember the last time something other than the promise of alcohol at the end of a long, hard day made him excited. And even that’s not true excitement; it’s more relief than anything else.

The driver takes them deeper into a wooded area and then a cabin appears at the end of a long driveway. He slows down and pulls up. Jake glances at Natasha, but she just slips her phone into her pocket and reaches for the door handle.

“This is it?” he asks in disbelief.

“This is it,” she confirms.

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m getting out of this car.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“This is a classic horror movie set up. You’re going to murder me in the middle of the night.”

“That depends on how much you piss me off in the next one hundred and sixty eight hours.”

Jake frowns, trying to do the math in his head. “A week? We’re staying a week here?”

“George said you needed to lay low, stay out of the media. So I figured what better way to keep you out of trouble than to take you somewhere you can’t possibly get into any trouble.”

“Sweetheart, I can get into trouble anywhere.”

“Perhaps. But there’s no one to witness it except for me here.” She holds out her hand to him. “Now get out of the car.”

The last thing he wants to do is follow her, but he has the feeling he doesn’t have a choice in the matter. And really, who can he blame but himself? So he grabs her hand and lets her tug him out.

The driver is already taking their suitcases to the porch. Natasha grabs his guitar case and shoves it at him.

“What’s this for?”

“In case you want to practice.”

He doesn’t bother explaining to her that he doesn’t play unless he absolutely has to anymore. It just reminds him how empty his life has become. But her voice doesn’t leave any room for argument so he dutifully sets it with the other luggage.

“And groceries.” She hefts a cooler out of the trunk, followed by a second one. “This should get us through a week.”

“So we’re really stuck here.” Jake’s heart sinks. He thought they’d at least have some opportunity to leave, to go into town where he would be able to get a few drinks when he needs them. Nothing too crazy, just enough to take the edge off.

“Yep. It’s called roughin’ it.” She punches his right shoulder as she passes. “I thought you were a Texas boy. Are you really going to let the LA city girl upstage you?”

“Hell no.” The words don’t have the power behind them that he wishes they did. He turns and watches mournfully as the driver takes off, leaving them alone in the middle of nowhere. Then, with a sigh, he starts carrying stuff inside.

The cabin is relatively small, just a living room arranged around a fireplace, a small kitchen with a table, two bedrooms and a shared bath, and a screened-in porch set off the living room. There’s no TV, no laundry machines, only a handful of outlets for the lamps in the rooms. Jake would be surprised if the shower had hot water.

“You couldn’t have picked a better place,” he says sarcastically as he comes back from dumping their suitcases in the rooms. Natasha is busy unloading the groceries into the fridge.

“It’s perfect,” she agrees, sounding way too cheerful.

“Where did you even find out about it? Some old bog fisherman?”

“It was on AirBnB. Got a great rate for it, too.”

Jake leans his arms on the counter. “I am begging you. I am a millionaire. Do not choose my accommodations based solely off price.”

She leans her arms on the opposite side of the counter, facing him. “I am promising you, Jake Seresin. The price was just a bonus. I chose this place because of its amenities.”

“Amenities?” He sounds as pained as he feels. “Like snakes in the bedsheets and serial killers in the woods?”

“Like how it’s almost entirely off the grid.” She smiles, as though that’s a good thing. “No Wifi. No cell service. Limited electricity from that old generator outside. You’ll have plenty of time to think about what you’ve done and maybe you’ll think twice about doing it again.”

He groans and slams his forehead down on the counter. “I thought you forgave me. I apologized.”

“Yes, you did. But that doesn’t mean there’s no punishment.” She reaches over and pats his head. “This will be good for you.”

“That’s what they always say,” he mumbles.

“Maybe you should listen every once in a while.”

He hears the cupboards open and shut as she continues putting things away. He slowly lifts his head and glances around. “So what are we supposed to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re stuck here for a week. What are we supposed to do for a whole week?”

“You could start by helping me unpack.”

He doesn’t feel like helping her do anything right now, but he’s already bored and when he’s bored he starts thinking about drinking so he stands up straight and opens the second cooler, putting away eggs, milk, a few vegetables, and some canned foods. At least she’d gotten some chocolate as well. She’s not a total hard-ass.

Just most of one.

When they finish putting everything away, he skulks off to his room. Part of him knows he’s acting childish, but he can’t help it. She is treating him like a child. When he misbehaved, even though he apologized and recognized what he did as wrong, she dragged him out into the middle of nowhere without warning. She couldn’t even pick a place with things to do.

His eyes fall on the guitar case leaning against the wall. There are things to do. Just things he doesn’t want to do.

And maybe that’s on him, not on her.

He didn’t tell her why he doesn’t write music anymore. And she doesn’t know that he doesn’t play for fun, either. It’s hard to blame her for not knowing what he’s not willing to tell her about.

He thinks of her offer from lunch yesterday. Even after all the stress he’s put her through in just a week, she still opened herself up to listen. To be his friend.

Would that really be so bad?

He can still remember clearly the care she’d taken as she cleaned and bandaged his arm, even though she was furious with him. He doesn’t remember the last time anyone touched him with such gentleness. Usually he’s just pushed from one place to another, positioned to pose for a camera or escorting from place A to place B.

Natasha does her fair share of pushing him. But she also reaches out for him.

He just can’t accept her hand.

Natasha doesn’t feel like cooking the first night, so she slaps together some sandwiches, puts them on a plate with some chopped carrots and apples, and calls Jake out. She realizes it’s a very child-ish dinner, but then decides that if Jake is going to act like a child, it’s what he deserves.

Thankfully he doesn’t complain as they sit at the small kitchen table and eat in silence.

The cabin is quiet - too quiet. Maybe Jake was right when he said it’s the perfect place for a horror movie. If someone came out of the woods and stabbed them, there’d be no way to call for help. No one is coming for a full week to check in on them.

A full week. With Jake Seresin. In a cabin in the woods. Far from society.

Yeah, maybe this wasn’t her most brilliant idea.

Natasha heads to her room and lounges on her bed, staring at her blank phone screen. She yearns to call Bradley, to have someone to talk to. She ends up turning over on her back and flinging an arm over her eyes. This is going to be a long week.

She lays there for a while. Then she suddenly remembers something and sits straight up.

She slides off her bed and crosses the hall to knock on Jake’s door.

“Yeah?”

The door inches open. She peers around to see Jake sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed, and staring at the peeling wallpaper.

She’d make a joke about how boring he is, but she wasn’t doing too much better a minute ago.

“I forgot to tell you the best part of this place,” she says.

He doesn’t even look over. “The spiders?”

“There’s a hot tub.”

His head whips over to look at her. “If you’re joking, I might kill you.”

She grins. “I’m totally serious. It’s on the screened in porch.”

Then she ducks back into her room to throw on the one swimsuit she’d thought to bring with her to Texas. When George offered her the job, she knew she’d have to pack light - everything in one large suitcase. A lot of hotels have pools, so she figured she’d bring at least one suit. It turns out she never has had time so far, but it’s not like there’s anything else for her to do this week.

Jake is already by the hot tub, pulling the cover off. “Half the electricity from the generator has to go to this alone,” he says. “And I am not complaining.”

“I told you I picked this place for the amenities,” she says. He gives her a long-suffering look.

“Thin ice, Trace. Thin ice.”

It’s not the fanciest hot tub, but it does the trick. She closes her eyes and sighs as she slides in. After all the long hours she’d pulled last week - the late nights and early mornings, the middle of the night bail-outs and lunchtime arguments - she needs some recovery time already.

She opens her eyes and looks out at the absolutely gorgeous view of the forest outside. Unbroken by civilization. The sun is just beginning to set, casting a warm light over the trees and setting the sky on fire.

“I’ll give you some credit for the hot tub,” Jake says, and she looks over at him. He’s keeping his bandaged arm out of the water, resting it along the side of the tub, and his bruised side is on full display. It probably won’t be half healed by the time they leave.

“I know what I’m doing,” she replies, averting her eyes. She doesn’t want him getting the wrong idea. Or even thinking that she feels bad about how injured he is. Of course she doesn’t like that he’s in pain, but she can hardly feel sympathetic when he brought it upon himself.

“Still haven’t broken even, though. Maybe if we survive this week without the roof falling on top of us while we sleep.”

“I was assured it was structurally sound.”

“By the guy renting it out? Of course.”

“Can you ever just enjoy something, Jake? Do you always have to find things to complain about?”

That shuts him up. He stares at the window silently.

A few minutes pass and she’s starting to regret how harsh her words came across. At least he was talking to her before.

He drags his right hand across the top of the water, watching the ripples intently. “My parents,” he starts, and her head whips in his direction. “They never enjoyed anything. Always bitched about one thing or another.” He pauses. “I swore I’d never be like them.”

Ah, shit. She’d gone and stepped all over a sensitive topic. Of course. She knows she has a big mouth sometimes, isn’t always the best about thinking things through before they come out. Especially if she thinks it’s a “gotcha”. Her desire to have the last word has caused harm on more than a few occasions.

“Your parents are pretty rich, aren’t they?” she asks, treading carefully. If he doesn’t want to get into it she won’t push it, but he did bring it up first.

“Yeah. My dad built his fortune from nothing, so he’s extremely picky about everything. Doesn’t want to waste a cent of his hard-earned money and expects everyone in the world to have the exact same work-ethic as he does. And my mom comes from old money - think Gilded Age railroad barons - so she thinks she’s royalty.”

That explains a lot. Natasha also starts to get an idea about things he doesn’t explicitly say. “And how do they feel about your music career?”

“Which part? The music? Or everything else?”

She doesn’t need to ask about the everything else. No parent would approve of that. “The music.”

“They don’t understand.” Jake’s hand continues to lightly trace over the surface of the water. “But I never expected them to. I’m not sure they have souls.”

So it is his parents. She suspected it since Bob had told her about them, but now she’s almost positive.

Jake’s hand dips below the water. He looks over at her. “What about you, Trace?”

She blinks. “What about me?”

“Tell me about your family.”

He…wants to know about me? Why would he want to know about her if he isn’t expecting her to stick around more than a few weeks? Then again, he had called George and asked him not to fire her, so maybe he’s finally given up trying to scare her off. Maybe he’s even starting to warm up to her.

I don’t have friends, Trace. I’m sure you understand why.

Or maybe she’s overthinking it and he’s just bored.

“It’s me, my parents, and my four older brothers,” she says.

“Four brothers?” Jake shakes his head. “No wonder you’re the way you are.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He gives her a look she’s starting to think of as his signature look. “You know exactly what it means. You’re tough, you don’t take any crap from anyone. And you’re not easily impressed. You have the weariness of a middle-aged mother.”

She opens her mouth to protest, then closes it. A smile instead comes over her. He’s right. It’s not an insult, either. She’s not like women in their twenties who didn’t grow up dealing with crazy shit all the time and are constantly starstruck by any semi-attractive man, even if he acts like a child half the time. And she has no tolerance for such behavior.

But it also indicates compassion. No matter how exhausted mothers are, they still take time to care for those around them. No matter how angry they get, they still find some measure of softness inside of them.

“Alright, I’ll take it,” she says. “But if I’m a tired mother, you’re a deadbeat dad.”

Jake winces, but he doesn’t argue. “And that’s precisely why I don’t have any kids.”

“Really? None? No secret child with a groupie you won’t find out about until they’re too bitter to want you in their life?”

“Damn, Trace, you’re cold.”

She shrugs. “I just happen to know the business.”

“No, no chance of kids. I don’t do the whole groupie thing. Too busy illegally drag racing motorcycles with gang bangers.”

She snorts. “In terms of permanently changing lives, I guess that’s slightly better.”

“I prefer to limit damage to myself.”

“And the side of a building.”

Jake raises his bandaged arm and motions at his bruised side. “I’m pretty sure the building won this fight.”

She grimaces. “Does it hurt much?”

He gives her that look again. “What do you think?” His voice drips sarcasm.

“Fine, stupid question. We’ll make sure to get you some ice before you go to bed.”

“Are you going to tuck me in, too, and read me a story?”

“Depends on if you’re a good boy.”

Jake smirks, and she feels herself fighting back a smile in return. It’s so easy with him like this. She thinks he’s enjoying himself, too. At least he’s acting like it. Why isn’t this enough for him?

A wave of sadness washes over her then. That’s his problem. That’s why he constantly turns to the bottle. Reality isn’t enough. He has to find ways to escape it at every turn.

She’s been approaching this all wrong. Now that she knows Jake didn’t have a great upbringing, that he doesn’t have anyone to turn to when he’s struggling with something, she knows what she has to do. With Bradley it was different. Bradley had a couple traumatic events that changed the course of his life. Once he was able to address those, he could pull himself out of the abyss of grief and self-loathing he’d fallen into.

But Jake doesn’t have a “tragic backstory”, as they might say. He just had a progressive build up of crappy moments and memories that slowly built-up a massive weight on his shoulders. He doesn’t need to address them - it would be nearly impossible to do that. He just needs to be shown that there is something else. That life doesn’t have to be what it always has been.

Maybe that’s why he apologized after she’d brought him back from the police station. He expected her to leave him, or at most to bring him back and dump him in his room. He didn’t think she’d take the time to make sure he was okay, to help clean him up and tend to his wounds.

Because no one had ever done something like that for him before.

That’s her way in. Showing him that he’s not alone. Showing him kindness and patience when she wants to wring his neck.

Giving him the unconditional love every child should have but he never experienced.

It’s a tall order. She won’t deny it. It might seem easy now, when he’s sober and friendly, but she’s seen how bad it can get. She knows she’s in for a rough ride ahead.

But she wants to help him. As more than just her job. He may not think he has any friends, but she’s going to be here for him whether he wants it or not.

She hoists herself out of the hot tub. Jake watches.

“Bedtime?” he asks.

“If you want a story.”

She’s joking, but inwardly she wonders if he ever got that - if his parents or at least his nanny or whoever was around ever took the time to read his favorite book to him or create some fantastical series just for him. She aches at the thought of a child who was shuffled off, dismissed, viewed as a chore instead of a joy.

Natasha tosses him a towel as she dries herself off, then helps him put the cover back on. She ties her towel around her chest and pulls out the big bag of ice she’d brought from the freezer. Some of it had melted and gotten stuck together during the drive, so she takes a metal spoon and uses the end to smash it back into smaller pieces.

She’d also come prepared with cling wrap and ziplock bags. She fills a gallon-sized bag and presses it against his ribs, ignoring his sudden hiss of pain.

“It’ll feel better in ten minutes. You’ll thank me then.”

She reaches out for the bandages along his arm, but he pulls back.

“Don’t be a baby. We should change those as well. Clean them out again.”

“Not tonight.”

“Jake - ”

“Not tonight,” he repeats. She sighs and drops her hands.

“Alright.”

She follows him as he heads back to his room, leaning against the doorframe. “You forgive me for dragging you out here yet?”

“Ask me again on day five.”

She rolls her eyes, but takes it as a victory. A whole day without any drinking, meltdowns, fights or other incidents. She may just keep her job after all.

“Goodnight, Jake.”

#from the ashes #hannix #hangman x phoenix #top gun maverick #writing

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babygirlbdubs · 2 months

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hi! do you have a public permissions list for ppl making things based on your writing? or are you okay with that at all? asking for @mcytrecursive reasons :)

omg hi i thought i'd responded to this and just saw it again whoops

first off, thank you so much for asking! i really appreciate it!!

i'm okay with people writing things based on my solo writing! for permissions, so long as there is a clear statement of credit and a statement that it is not considered canon to whatever universe, you're good to go! also please tag me in it or send a link, i love reading stuff like that!! :D

for any collaborative works (ie, if there is a co-author listed for the fic on ao3), i'd need to know which specific work and discuss with the co-author!

for individual works within a co-authored universe (such as resistance au), the rules are the same as the solo writing with the addition that the universe's co-author also be credited, and the ao3 series/collection is credited as well!

if you've got any specific questions about fic content or anything, feel free to shoot another ask or dm!! i'm excited to see anything anyone makes! :DD

#spooky.asks #conscious-naivete

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sayurifellfrost · 10 months

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Reunion

A shove sent Sayuri stumbling past the threshold, an automatic hiss passing her lips as her head turned to let her send an icy glare towards the Viera who had dragged her from her cell. He met her with a small smirk, before he nodded into the room and shut the door.

Sayuri’s hands balled up, well aware of where she was - of who was sat looking at her in this very moment, refusing to turn her head to look at him.

A long silence lingered, before an amused, dark chuckle finally emit - making the Seeker flinch and bend. She had intended to meet him with her head held high, standing proud.. Yet the moment she had heard him, that defiance crumbled.

“Look at you.. All grown up.”

The scraping sound of a chair being pushed back harassed her ears, making her finally turn her head to stare at him - eyes wide and ears promptly flattening. His pale green gaze met her mismatched one, his stare alone sending shivers of unease down her spine. She felt incredibly small the moment she saw him stand, and even more so as he wandered closer to her. Pain wrecked her limbs as she staggered back against the door, a choked whimper prying itself from her as he placed himself just a few steps away from her - yet close enough that he could grab onto her, if he wished.

“I was told that you tried to run away.” His head tilted. “Care to explain it?”

“... No..”

Her response was brief, quiet - lacking any confidence she might’ve tried to display. One that swiftly gained a large set of hands cupping her head between them, making her draw a single deep breath in to hold as her eyes pinched shut and tears immediately forced their way out. Grymahtyn smiled to himself at the reaction, despite that he made no indication that he was going to hurt her.. Past experiences immediately made her assume he would.

"Come now, Kitten.. There’s no need to be afraid. I just want to.. Talk.” His tone was low, soft - bringing immediate unease to the Seeker. “And there is so, so much to talk about.”

Sayuri squirmed in his grasp, chest heaving with every breath she took in distress. A dull ache shot through her limbs, painful enough to make her whine from discomfort.

“Like your new scars, for instance. Or your little Viera.. friend.” Grymahtyn tilted his head. “And most importantly.. Your freedom.”

The gentle touch shifted into an iron grip, as the Sea Wolf’s hands applied sudden pressure to Sayuri’s head, making her hands dart up to grab onto his with a frightened whine of a sob prying itself from her while she feebly tried to wriggle herself free from his grip.

"How about we start with that, hm? How did you come to be free?"

She bit back, keeping her silence while the Sea Wolf merely stared at her, one brow slowly rising at the lack of a response.

“.. It has been quite some time, so I will simply remind you, this time..” He finally uttered, after a prolonged time of silence. “.. When I ask you a question, you answer me.”

“--K-..Kazan–..”

The name left her with a gasp between the crushing grip of his hands, the Roegadyn’s brow arching further before he eased his grip - even letting her free herself from it to slump back against the door and promptly sink down to sit, curling up beneath his gaze.

“What?”

“..T-..the.. D-doman..”

“The Doman who bought you.. Freed you?”

Sayuri’s head sank into a weak nod, her arms moving to curl around her knees and hug them to her own body. Despite refusing to look at him, she could feel his stare intensify with anger.

“When?”

She flinched at the rage in his tone, letting her nails sink into the cloth covering her legs.

“..The.. m-moment.. we got.. a-away..”

Grymahtyn lowered himself down to her height, making her flinch and scramble herself to the side - where she was immediately met with a wall, barely moving an inch away from him as he leaned closer.

“The fucking Doman.. Freed you immediately.”

It was not a question, but a statement - acknowledging her words as his anger of the situation became more and more apparent. He snapped a hand out to grasp onto her anew, cupping her head with one hand and forcefully yanking her closer with a startled whimper.

“And what about this, hm? How did this happen?”

His hand slipped up to capture her torn ear between two fingers, roughly pinching it as his discontent of the previous information kept him seething. Her ear flickered sharply and repeatedly in his grasp, her head twisting while her hands darted up to grip his hand - feebly trying to free her ear from him.

“..L-let me go–..” She whimpered.

“Answer the Twelvesdamned question, X’llaya.” He snapped back.

She twisted herself around as the pinch increased in pressure upon her ear, making her fingers shift to the point her clawed nails sank into his skin. She refused to give an answer, which only added to Grymahtyn’s growing frustration. Tired of waiting for an answer he would not receive by asking, he released her ear and brought his hand downwards, snapping it around Sayuri’s jaw and slamming her head back against the door, making a wave of pain and nausea wreck her skull and a weaker whine to leave her.

“Alright.”

The word left him quietly, as his hand released her jaw and moved to grasp onto the front of her shirt. He tore her off the ground as he stood, making her kick and squirm as her bare back tore along the wood of it.

“What about the rest of them, hm? I have seen them. Every. Single. One.”

Sayuri’s ears flattened, a clear discomfort of his words locking on her features. Her hands gripped at his fingers, holding onto him tightly while her legs kicked in the air. He leaned in closely, making her head turn aside and eyes pinch shut. She hated the mere thought that he had seen her scars.. And the circumstances of how that had come to pass in the first place. Grymahtyn’s anger subsided, his lips curling into a faint smirk of amusement.

“.. Should we talk about your little boyfriend instead, then?” He tilted his head. “Perhaps the things I will have done to him?”

Her breath hitched in her throat at the mentioning of Eir, the threat of something happening to him making her desire to protect him swell. She pried her eyes open and reluctantly glanced in Grymahtyn’s direction, fangs bared in a faint hiss.

“--L-leave him.. alone..” She snarled.

Her reaction only amused him further, as he slowly began to lower her back to her feet - keeping his grip of her.

“He reminded me of you. Quite mouthy, and stubborn.. Even broke down his cell door.”

Sayuri’s eyes widened a touch at the Sea Wolf’s words, a look of fear taking to her features - coaxing a low chuckle out of Grymahtyn.

“Oh, don’t worry, Kitten.. He’s fine. A little bruised, but fine.” He spoke, a hand moving up to cup her cheek disturbingly gently. “.. Behave, and I will keep him that way, hm?”

She bit down and grit her teeth, fighting to keep her head still while Grymahtyn’s thumb slowly moved across the marks upon her cheek - wanting to so badly rip herself away from him, but fearing that he’d take it as a sign of defiance.

.. She only had to hold out, and find Eir..

Then they would break out of this blasted place.

The only thing she had not accounted for, was the fact her aether refused to budge.

Despite her discomfort in Grymahtyn’s immediate vicinity, not a single hint of ice had made itself known.

Grymahtyn slowly released her and took a step back, keeping a malevolent grin locked on his features.

“.. You are no doubt weary. Some rest should do you good..” He murmured. “We will attempt this conversation a little later, yes? You will tell me the information I seek.”

Rest would do little for the nausea she felt, and would continue to feel. Yet if it brought her out of his vicinity.. She’d happily take the offered respite. Grymahtyn turned and wandered over to his desk, before turning himself back to face her once more.

“Your escort is outside. Be a good girl, yes?”

She gave no response, but promptly reached for the door’s handle to shove it open - slipping out the crack she created with her eyes locked upon Grymahtyn, refusing to let him go with her gaze until the very point the door cut him out of her view.

#Sayuri Aoki #[What We Want Most]#IC #FFXIV #Writing

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solojihyo · 2 years

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hello~ do you mind me asking why not all the members of svt were present for the game caterers eps? I'm not a carat but I grew curious after watching them in the show and I have no idea who to ask or how to find out akslhdf

hello!! i don't mind at all, my inbox is always open :D to answer your question, iirc svt/pledis never officially put out a statement about it - i personally think it was because a) other members may have had conflicting schedules so they couldn't make it, or b) svt has mentioned before that they like sending smaller groups to variety shows like these. the members have said that they get the chance to volunteer to participate in these shows, and sending fewer members gives them a better chance to stand out since svt is such a large group.

i do think option b is more likely, but if any other carats see this, feel free to correct me if i'm wrong and there was an official statement put out!! hope this answers your question, anon <33

#isai's inbox #anon

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I just read your story, the one with Xiao and Albedo, its really good! I love it! Is it ok if you do the same thing but with Kaeya, Zhongli, Childe and Diluc version. I can see how excited these guys are since Kaeya first appeared is clapping his hand, the way Childe call Lumine 'Hey Girlie', Zhongli with how handsome he is especially his eyes and with Diluc how mysterious he is when he appeared out of nowhere

Feel free to do it if you're not busy or you can ignore this :3

reader impact || first meeting cont.

series masterlist characters: kaeya, diluc, childe genre: fluff summary: a game has been released entitled genshin impact, consisting of otherworldly abilities relying on the basic elements of nature. the game follows the story of an interdimensional traveling twin in search of their other half. along this journey, they meet different characters that live in this world. including you. notes: i’m glad you liked it! i’m having a lot of fun writing these so expect some more coming out :D i plan on doing more first meeting hcs and then branching off to other scenarios, so if there’s something specific, please request it! also, i’ve already done one for zhongli!

kaeya's playthrough -

he's more of a variety streamer, honestly.

most of his viewers watch him because of his carefree nature (as well as his looks).

obviously, he'd do a bunch of drinking streams whenever he could where he would just talk to his viewers about whatever came to mind.

during those streams, his viewers often try to ask him questions, which are only answered in vague statements.

his gaming streams are pretty rare compared to his chatting streams, but they're there nonetheless.

his viewers jump when they hear he's planning on playing genshin impact.

just neverending messages about a character they are convinced he will love.

he's so tempted to ask but decides not to, wanting to learn who this mystery character is on his own.

honestly, he was expecting you to appear way later in the story.

he's very interested in the looming threat of stormterror.

his character lands on the ground and he leans back to watch the cutscene play.

then he hears footsteps and sees his character look to someone offscreen.

this man practically LUNGES INTO HIS MONITOR WHEN THE CAMERA PANS UP TO YOU.

you walk in clapping at a calculated pace, which is when he leans forward and stares at your character model.

"i can't believe you have the power to stand up against that dragon... that said, are you a new ally... or a new storm?"

"oh, hun, i can be whatever you want me to be."

HE'S ALREADY FLIRTING WITH YOU PLEASE HIS CHAT IS IN HYSTERICS-

he knows his chat is freaking out, so he turns to the camera and sends his signature smirk.

"now i know why you guys wanted me to play this so bad."

"(name), kaeya, you've come at the right time. we must..."

"now now, don't forget to introduce us."

"oh... right. this is (name), our cavalry captain. these two are travelers from afar."

"ooh, they're a person in charge, too?"

HE KNOWS WHAT HE'S DOING TO HIS CHAT BUT THEY HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU DO TO HIM.

he genuinely likes you. like genuinely. he's fallen deep and he doesn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

if your costume has that long v-neck like his does...

hOO BOY HE'S THANKING EVERY DEVELOPER OF THIS GAME.

anyway, he's heard that there are characters you can only obtain throguh wishes, so he's kind of nervous to find out if that's the case with you.

he just really wants you in his party so y'all can be mysterious together.

"let me show you how the knights of favonius conquer our adversaries!"

"oh, yes. please do."

his viewers can and will make compilations of him flirting with you.

ngl, he's looking forward to those.

sometimes, your voice gets all quiet and he melts when he hears that.

he will pay to have voicelines of you flirting with him--

when he enters your trial domain, he will purposely avoid completing it just in case he doesn't get to keep you.

he sees some of his viewers talking about how you're a bad character and that the other characters are so much better.

too bad, they're banned now.

no (name) slander in his chat, thank you very much.

he loves your quips whenever he uses your elemental skill.

he loves you even more if those quips are puns based on your element.

finally, he's nearing the end of your domain. when that happens, he will slowly turn towards the camera and stare.

"if they aren't a permanent member on my team, this'll be the last stream of genshin."

"let's continue our adventure, shall we?"

obtained (name): a thinker in the knights of favonius with a somewhat exotic appearance.

"okay, so we'll continue streaming genshin soon."

he'll put you in the first slot of his party, moving his traveler character to the second.

his streams will always include him flirting with you, even if you don't reply.

diluc's playthrough -

his streams are mainly bartending based, so he likes mixing drinks on stream for his viewers.

he doesn't drink them, though. he gives them out to his friends and family once the stream is over.

it's pretty rare for him to play games but he'll do an occasional gaming stream if his friends and family don't want any drinks.

his chat always makes fun of him because he's a bartender that doesn't like the taste of alcohol.

he's very blunt, so he's not afraid to drop a game immediately if he isn't interested.

in fact, that's almost what he did with genshin.

it's not like the game is bad or anything, diluc just didn't care for it because of all the hype his chat shared.

he keeps playing, though, because someone promised he would really enjoy a character that comes up in the prologue.

granted, it's over an hour or so but it doesn't matter--

when he gets to the domain teaching him how to use cryo, he hates every minute of it.

he hates the character he's given and just wants to leave.

the demo character is one he doesn't really care for, especially because he's the type of person he dislikes coming to the bars he works at.

his chat is laughing at him when they reach the end because the cutscene continues with the character he hates.

he feels a bit better when he learns the abyss mage is in the domain because he gets to see and hear something that isn't the cryo character.

then he meets you.

you run into the domain out of nowhere, quickly defeating the abyss mage and tossing it towards the corner.

"knights of favonius... always so inefficient."

his chat goes insane when your character appears, especially because of how dumbfounded diluc looks.

he's known for not really emoting and it's the same case for this scene. however, his chat knows he is in love with your character.

he takes a few minutes when he's kicked out of the domain but he clears his throat and looks over at the camera.

"i'll be streaming this game again soon when the others don't want any drinks."

YOU SINGLEHANDEDLY SAVED THIS GAME FROM BEING TOSSED AWAY WITHIN A MINUTE OF APPEARING

THE POWER YOU HOLD OVER THIS MAN AND HE DOESN'T EVEN KNOW YOUR NAME--

cut to after he's stolen the lyre and is sent to the tavern.

he's a bit excited because he gets to visit mondstadt's tavern but then--

"master (name), this is this week's accounts."

"they're back."

HE'S SO NONCHALANT BUT WE ALL KNOW HE'S FREAKING OUT

he gets second-hand embarrassment when venti talks to you asking for the... least conspicuous table.

he's kinda sad when your character is suspicious of him, but he understands.

when the knights leave the tavern, he really wants venti to just shut up.

please you're embarrassing the man.

when he hears how you feel about him joining the knights, he is so willing to quit--

man just wants you to be proud of him and trust him :((

he's relieved to hear that you will help him and you don't hate him.

please give him validation--

childe's playthrough -

man is still rich he can do whatever he wants.

his gaming streams would definitely be pvp based games. honestly, just any game where he can fight someone, he'll play.

his chat also has a few little games they like to play together like guessing what the hell this man does to have so much money--

also his siblings crash in on his streams sometimes :D

those are pretty much the only times you'll see him be soft and not so competitive.

teucer likes crashing his streams to show off his plushies :))

anyway, genshin time!

he definitely tried to fight paimon the first time he loaded the game.

please expect lots of genshin stream from this guy because he needs to make his team deal the highest damage he can get.

also his wallet doesn't even have a dent in it despite all of the money he's spent on characters and weapons.

please sir what do you do for all that money

ok so onto your first meeting

he was really excited when the exuvia fell during the rite of descension because he thought he would get to fight whoever killed the great archon of liyue.

he really wanted to fight the millelith but then his chat convinced him to dodge them first.

one of his viewers explains that there's a character they know he'll like and he was very... intriguied to say the least.

he moves forward in his chair once his character is heard by the millelith, prepared to fight the various soldiers surrounding him.

"hang on, sweetheart. i've got this."

this man will squeal when you flip over the stairs in front of his character.

he doesn't know who you are and what you do but he knows for a fact that you are his new favorite character.

you take down all of the guards in two seconds, leaving him (and his in-game character) dumbfounded.

"come with me."

"o-okay..."

he's smitten.

he absolutely loves the way your character fights even if he met you about... a minute ago.

his siblings definitely come into his room to check on him because he's so quiet.

once he realizes you're a part of the harbingers, he's even more obsessed.

he hates the options the game gives him when he needs to respond because 2/3 of them are insulting you.

anyway he really likes listening to your voice.

he will give anything to hear you call him sweetheart again.

his chat informs him that the traveler he chose changed the nickname you give him, which makes him very happy.

when you send him off to talk to the other adepti, he's kind of disappointed he doesn't get to hang out with you.

but when he gets back to you...

"welcome back, sweetheart. how was your trip to jueyun karst?"

HE'S SOFT ALL OVER AGAIN PLEASE KEEP CALLING HIM SWEETHEART!!!

when he learns you're rich just like him... he gets all pouty. his chat, of course, wants to know why.

"... i want to be able to spoil her."

PLEASE HE'S SO IN LOVE WITH YOU <3

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atozfic · 3 years

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lessons in law.

⎘ pairing: fem!reader x choi san.

⎘ genre: dilf!san, lawyer!san, tutor!san, law-student!reader, smut, all parties are of legal age!!

⎘ warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, light name calling, mentions of punishment, san is a simp in denial.

⎘ description: sometimes, there’s nothing wrong with an oral exam.

⎘ word count: 1.6k

⎘ author’s note: this was supposed to be a less-than-500-words timestamp. 🧍‍♂️

⎘ taglist: @yunhobabygurl, @eonghwa, @iusrene, @nari-nim, @couchpotatoaniki, @vanishingboots, @yoheyyosup, @spacepiratehongjoong, @rainteez02 unable to tag: @harry-the-pottypus

masterlist.

navigation.

“for a d-defamation lawsuit to turn out success- fuck!” from the moment your resolve slips, you regret it, almost going as far as to complain verbally, if you didn’t already know better.

talking back will only get you punished, and not in the way of whips and chains and all things spice, but in the way of being left high and dry, pussy wet and unfilled.

cold air brushes up against your sensitive folds as the man beneath your desk pulls away from your sopping core. you glance down in time to catch the way he swipes his tongue over his lips, collecting the juices you’ve covered him in, in as little as the three minutes he’s been down there.

he’s looking at you with one eyebrow raised, expectantly, awaiting you to correct the error of your ways.

“did i tell you to stop reading, princess?” his voice, the way the gruff in it curls over his words and his beautiful lips move as he speaks, sends a fresh rush of arousal down your nerves.

“no, mr. choi.”

“and what did you do?”

“stop-” you start, only to do the very thing you said when you jolt in your seat, moments after he’d blown air onto your pulsating heat, torturing you with the minimum amount of pressure against your clit. it takes a deep, calming breath on your end to centre yourself again. “i stopped reading.”

“tsk.” his response worries you. so vague, you’re yet to figure out if he’s going to even bother continuing with the pleasure he was giving you. as if sensing your unsure nature, the drag of his pointer finger over your soaked entrance becomes his answer to the unasked question. “how am i supposed to know you’re studying the notes i gave you if you do that, hmm? do it again and we’ll have to cut the tutoring lesson short today.”

he could have whispered the words and you still would have heard him loud and clear. your eyes reluctantly snap back to the textbook instead of staring down at the sight of him between your legs, hair perfectly slicked back and begging to be messed up, tie undone and hanging from his neck, shirt sleeves rolled up his arms and straining against the muscles of his forearms.

“the act of defamation occurs when someone makes a false and harmful statement...” you begin reciting the words again, after you’d cleared your throat.

as san’s face lowers back onto your aching cunt, you remind yourself over and over to read, just read. that’s all he wants you to do and, in exchange, he’ll take you to heaven with his tongue. but oh, it is so much easier said than done. your hands soon find a grip on the edge of the desk, a place to root yourself down while his tongue drags over you lazily.

“there’s two different types of defamation-” his tongue teases at your hole and you want to beg him, scream at him to shove it- or any other part of him- into your cunt, walls clenching around nothing but your own wetness, causing it to ooze out onto your tutor’s waiting tongue. “libel is the name given to any defamatory words that are written...”

“my princess has the prettiest pussy.” a hand snakes it’s way up your leg, wrapping a tight grip around your thigh before he props it onto his shoulder. when his tongue finally breeches your walls again, it’s at a whole new angle than earlier, and that alone has you wishing you could throw the textbook off your desk only for you to bend over it while mr. choi takes you from behind.

“slander is spoken defamation, and often more trickier to prove in court...” instead, you keep reading so that he’ll keep eating.

“what would your dad say if he knew this is what you use our tutoring sessions for, huh?” san continues to taunt you between licks of your cunt, switching his focus between your hole and your clit. he’s trying to get you to disobey him. “if he knew his dear friend who he asked to help his pretty little daughter get accepted into his law firm has actually been teaching her how to take a proper cock? oh, and just imagine his face if he knew that i fucked you under his very own roof.”

“d- defamation cases are often costly and are a long procedure...” you can’t help it when, instinctually, your hand flies down to tangle itself in his perfectly done hair. instead of pushing you away like you’d thought he would have, san only closes his eyes and let’s out a moan as you tug his hair, face nestling itself deeper between your legs and causing his nose to bump against your clit.

“you have no idea how much i think about you, baby.” his free hand lands on your heat, cupping it as he pulls back to stare up at you. “got me wishing i could have you every hour of the day. that you were mine alone to touch, and fuck, and kiss.”

“w-what would-” you become brave suddenly, spurred on by the moment of vulnerability from the man between your legs, looking so much more at your mercy than ever before, like he’s begging to worship the only goddess he’ll ever know. “your son, or your ex-wife, say if they knew you were doing this, hmm? that you took on an apprentice only to corrupt her?”

“you were corrupted long before i got my hands on you, y/n.” he smirks up at you, only to chuckle when he thrusts a finger into your cunt, no warning, and you gasp, tugging on his hair again. “the only thing i’ve done is show you how good sex can be when you’re doing it with someone experienced instead of some sweaty frat-boy who finishes in two minutes and doesn’t even know where your clit is.”

“you’d be surprised, some of them are better than you give them credit.” you’re lying, without an ounce of shame about it. and it’s more than worth it to see the way his eyes darken, his eyebrows frown, his hand picks up the speed that his finger thrusts into you.

no warning comes when he inserts a second finger.

“really? can they make you beg for their cock like a bitch in heat?” he doesn’t bother to stall any longer, head diving back down between your legs to shut you up.

his mouth latches onto your clit, rolling it between his lips and prodding at it with his tongue while he continues to fuck you with his hand. a third finger enters you and you throw your head back, body curling off the leather of your desk chair while you tighten your grip on san’s hair.

“mr. choi, please.” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for.

“yeah, just like that. a little slut begging to be fucked full, that’s all you are, right? and no one knows how to give you what you want but me.” every whine, moan of your voice, every time your walls tighten around his digits, it strokes his ego and keeps him giving you more, more, more.

when the coil in your body is so close to finally snapping, he rips his hand from you. it’s a moment of devastation only, until you feel his hand, soaked in you, clasping around your other thigh and dragging it over his shoulder too. then his tongue is back in you, drinking in every bit of essence your quivering hole offers him.

when you cum, it’s with your body more sat on him than the actual chair, hands on your ass and holding you against his face as his tongue continues to work you through the electrifying feeling, nose bumping over your clit every so often. while your jaw is slacked open in a silent scream, san makes no attempt to hold back the moans and grunts ripping through his chest.

“shh, shh, i’ve got you.” he coos when he rises from under your desk, lowering your still quivering body back down onto your chair. you have half the mind to wonder if he’s a completely different man to the one who’d been buried between your thighs minutes ago, as he brings up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. instead of a smirk or a scowl, he wears a smile, even when you feel his fingers dip back between your swollen folds.

“mr. choi, i need a break first-”

“shh, it’s okay.” and you believe him, as he retracts his hand and brings it up to your mouth, commanding you to open it. your eyes flutter shut as your mouth wraps around his fingers, tasting yourself all over them. “so pretty, aren’t you?”

you can only nod, so relieved he gave you what you wanted even though you’d stopped reading. you’re unsure how long he lets you sit there with his fingers in your mouth but him removing them brings you back into the room instantly. coating your cheek in your own spit-mixed cum as he cups it, he leans down to place a kiss on your neck.

“i need to go make a quick call but, when i come back, i expect you to be naked on your bed, ass up and face down.” this time it really is nothing but a whisper, yet you hear him loud and clear.

“why?” it seems like a silly questions to ask, when you already know exactly why he wants you in that position.

“you didn’t think i was really going to let you get away with talking back to me, did you?”

#ateez smut #choi san smut #ksmutclub #cs.writings #ateez.writings #smut.writings #atozfic.writings

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voltagesmutter · 4 years

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Obey Me x Heat

Obey Me - Diavolo Head-canon.

Prompt: ‘I’m in heat’

Warning: NSFW, Female MC, Priest Kink.

Diavolo:

‘Beast in heat’ is named after Diavolo. The whole of devildom prepares for his heat due it’s length, almost a month long.

The first signs of his heat about to start is he’s incredibly sensitive to smell, his nose buried in the locks of your hair, your skin or even your clothes if you're not around. He will wait outside the shower for you, hands all over your body just to savour your scent as he licks the trickling water droplets from your skin. The second is he always has bedroom eyes, even across a crowded room he can find you with one glance, shooting you that look. Lust in a glossy wax beneath half-lidded eyes meets yours, sending tingles down your spine and directly to yours core, knowing exactly what he plans on doing to you the minute you're alone. The third, and most obvious, is his sex-drive. He is hard constantly, waiting for any given moment to pounce you.

“Diavolo, here?” You whisper, not putting up much protest as his fingers push past the band of your panties to stroke your wet folds. “Hush little one, no-one will interrupt us if you keep quiet,” He whispers back between kisses to your mouth, his teeth taking your lower lip and giving it a sharp tug as he pushes a finger inside you. You moan in response, gripping onto the collar of his RAD uniform, spreading your legs slightly so he can add another finger. The ruler of demons woke up alone in bed on the first day of heat, storming out to RAD to find you and whisk you away, no one daring to question the mighty ruler as he pulled you into a empty meeting room and locking the door. Three fingers stretching you, your hand wrapped around his thickness already leaking with pre-cum. Pushing you down on the table, fingers pulled from you as he pulled your panties down your legs until they hung off one ankle. His hands gripping your ankles and pull you to the edge, spreading your legs wide and a thrust of his hips has him buried deep inside you. You cry out his name at the sudden thickness inside you, back arching off the table with finger nails scratching lines into it. He felt bigger than normal, pulsing with heat and need inside you as he ruthlessly thrusted into you. He thrusted in, pulled out, thrusted in harder and felt your walls already tremble around him. The foreplay and the sheer size of him bringing you to climax in seconds as you pulsed over him, legs trembling in his hold as he continued to thrust into you. “Shh little one,” He lets out a lowly chuckle to see you so vocal beneath him in such a public area. Freeing one of your ankles he removed your panties, leaning over you and putting them in my mouth in attempt to silence your moans. The grip on your ankles tighten as his pace only picks up, head thrown back in pure bliss as he brings you to climax once more before finding his own. Only instead of slowing after, he continues to thrust, still standing solid and erect inside you. “D-Diavolo!” You whimper, panties soaked from saliva as you try to open your heavy-lidded eyes, unsure if you could take anymore. “One more, I promise just one more,” He whispers, readjusting his grip and removing one hand to circle your clit. Tears falls from the corner of your eyes at the motion, legs shaking violently as the knot inside you tightens again, your third orgasm hitting you as he pounds into you. He thrusts one last time, groaning as he pushes as far as he can inside your squeezing walls to release himself. After a few breathless minutes, Diavolo still standing solid but finally letting you go back to class. He helps sort out your skirt, smirking to see the slick essence of mixed release spilling atop of your thighs thats leaked from out of you. “Now go be a good girl and finish your classes,” Helping to fix your messy hair and flushed face, “I can keep myself busy for a few hours but I’ll come back to find you at lunch, by then I’ll be quiet starving and you are my main meal,”. You walked out of the room, a heavy sigh of relief to see that it was still the first period and no-one would have heard you, or that that you missed much of class. Just as you made it to the room a hand tugs you back, Diavolo pulling you into an embrace, your panties he’d kept shoved in his hand. “I changed my mind, have the day, no the week (it was the month) off, I’m starving now so come back with me and let me have my breakfast in bed,”.

Can be very sadistic when in heat, he loves nothing more to watch you beg to be fucked. Heat is also when he lets his fantasies come to the surface, wanting to indulge in all of them.

“Again” His words sharp and crisp, ringing through the empty chapel.

“I- Forgive me father… I have sinned,” You repeat, unable to see Diavolo as your bent over the service table.

“And what have you done as such sin?” The feeing of fabric presses against the back of your thighs, the edge of your skirt being pushed up to expose your laced underwear.

“I had- devious thoughts about you, dirty thoughts, lustful thoughts, sinful thoughts,” You reply, breath hitching to feel his hand curve around the globe of your ass.

“And what do you deem as fitting punishment for these sinful actions, hmm? I think a good spanking would do just fine,” Although asked as a question, it’s a statement.

“Please father,” You whisper, cheek pressed against the flat of the table.

“Say it properly or you shall receive no help to cleanse your sinful ways,” Words as smooth as the devils bow.

“Spank me father, make me see the error of my ways,” Face glowing to hear the dark chuckle behind you, the palm on you now lifted. The sound of skin on flesh contact followed by a gasp fills the chapel, sharp stinging tingles against your skin. He repeats the action a few more times, each time growing in pleasure rather than pain and before soon your mewling at each one.

“This is supposed to be punishment little one,” He hums in disapproval, his other hand slipping under your underwear to trace along your slip, a low growl to feel you so wet.

“I-“ You start but cut off into a moan, two slender fingers thrusting inside you and twisting, sending your mind blank. He continues to curl his fingers grazing over the sponge patch inside you as he spanks you once more, the sensation matching your thighs tremble as you pant heavily.

“D-Diavolo please,” You whisper, needing more, the aching of needing to be filled with something bigger taking over you.

“Tch, do you forget who you speak to?” He teases, slowing his fingering movement, a teasing slap to the side of your ass that made your skin wobble.

“Father- please… please,” You whine, hands grasping the community sewn cloth beneath you.

“Please what? I do not understand what you need,” He twists his wrist and you cry out in pleasure, unable to hold in the noises as your eyes screw shut.

“Fuck me, fuck me farther please. Please please, fuck me I need you so bad,” You beg, feeling heat within your stomach rise and tighten. Fingers removed causing a heavy whine from your throat, panties pulled down until they drop at your ankles, your knees wedged further apart by his thigh as you feel his erection pressing against your ass. A small trail of wetness presses against your cheek from his leaking cock, slightly ragged breath as he strokes himself to the glistening on your core in front of him, ready and dripping to be filled. He gives it a few more sharp slaps, humming in appreciation to see a slight mark of a red-hand print forming on your skin.

“Fuck me, please, however you want,” You whimper, trying to raise your ass as an offering to press his head against your core, “Please, please just fuck me-“. You don’t finish the last of the sentence, Diavolo grabbing your hips and mercilessly thrusting into you, fucking you to a greater level of pleasure upon the alter of the empty church. He repents your sins whilst adding a thousand more to the list as he brings you to multiple climaxes in ways that would make his own father blush. “Oh god-” You wither, body curling over as the pressure inside you builds more, tears falling freely like a streaming river. A raspy chuckle followed by the sound of intense sound of slapping skin, you’d came so much already each time he thrusted out and back in wetness collected atop of the altar before dripping onto the floor in a shiny puddle, “God can’t save you now little one, there is only me,”. The devil indeed fucking you to mind-numbing overstimulation.

Something primal is released within him to see your core dripping with his essence.

“Keep them spread for me,” He coo’s, pushing your trembling thighs apart. “Diavolo… no more please,” You whimper, clit twitching at the air hitting you. Your body ached slightly, muscles set alight from the sheer intensity of Diavolos' heat this evening as he had taken you to the brink of insanity with the sheer amount of orgasms you had had. Over-sensitive wasn’t even close to how you felt. “It’s okay,” He reassures you, taking two fingers to spread your folds, eyes a blaze to see the beady white leaking from out of you, “Just stay like that,”. Still in demon form, his champagne orbs glow, fixated on the sight before him. He nestles between your spread thighs, taking his spare hand to jerk himself off to the sight. His hips bucking, growls spewing from his mouth as his eye’s never leave your velvety fold. The sight is self is purely erotic as you watch with beneath your thick lashes, it can’t help but make you wet, gloss of liquid dripping from you spurring him on more to see you aroused at his actions. You call his name, taking one finger to slowly circle your clit, over sensitivity and hips spasming at the first touch. You whimper highly and it takes only a few circles to bring yourself to climax, his earlier releases flooding from you as you pulse over nothing. He ravels at the sight, groaning louder and louder with his twist of his wrist, before finding his release, pushing the head of his cock against your dripping folds and coaxing them once more.

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donald4spiderman · 3 years

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The City

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Summary: Reader is thinking about moving to California. Spencer’s determined to get her to stay.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x BAU!Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

Category: Fluff (angst if you squint)

**Inspired by Ben’s poetic confession in Parks and Recreations, S3E14**

Here’s a draft i forgot to post

**not edited yet**

Spencer’s POV

As a profiler, I’ve mastered the observation and analysis of behavior— we all have.

Picking the minds of serial killers is second nature— so why is it so hard for me to figure out why (Y/N) is behaving so strangely?

In the recent months, her witty and charming energy has dwindled into a lethargic imitation. Whether she’d admit it or not— (Y/N) can be extremely enthusiastic about certain things— especially our job.

So, when I watch her drag her feet, inch by inch, into the BAU each morning, It’s hard to contain my concern.

I know Morgan has noticed, and I’m sure everyone else has too. They’re probably just too scared to say anything. (Y/N) doesn’t enjoy people prying into her private life, so we all stay a comfortable distance away.

I watch her a lot... more than I’d like to admit. It’s hard to be unaware of her nervous behaviors— the nail biting, hair twisting, skin picking— I practically have enough data to make a correlation graph. I can tell when she’s upset, and it’s happening more than usual.

(Y/N) has always been kind to me. Even when I was at the peak of my stammering, slicked-back hair phase, she treated me with more respect than I deserved. I can only imagine how awkward I must’ve been (or, still am), and I thank her for not belittling me.

I guess I’m validating the Benjamin Franklin Effect when I say this— but I feel like I owe it to her to ask what’s wrong. Over the years I’ve built up (arguably) the closest friendship with her, so it only makes sense for me to bite the bullet for the team.

It’s partially due to the fact that I’ve developed a slight (if not major) crush over time, but who wouldn’t? A gorgeous, intelligent, quick-witted women is kryptonite for any person. Our conversations are always stimulating, she gives the best advice, and she’s always there to comfort a team member.

So, it pains me to see her struggle through a paperwork day. I wish she would reach out to anyone for help, but it’s not in her nature.

“H-Hi.” I smile as I approach her desk. Her tired eyes look up at me, and she smiles back.

“Hey, Reid. What’s up?

I rub the back of my neck nervously. Out of the corner of my eye I can see Morgan and Emily watching me struggle to form a sentence. They giggle as they watch.

“I-I was... um. D-do you want to get coffee with m-me? Not now! I mean— after work!” Morgan stumbles out of the bullpen, barely containing his laugh. I must sound pathetic.

(Y/N) nods hesitantly, “S-sure. I don’t know why you want to get coffee with me, but I’m free.”

“Really?” My surprise shocks her. “T-that’s gr-great! I can drive you!”

She chuckled, “I think I’d rather drive us. I’m pretty sure you can’t drive a mile without hitting a curb.”

I nod fervently. “Sounds good.”

As I make my way back to my desk, I send a glare in Emily’s direction as she continues to smirk at me.

(Y/N) grabs an empty table in the café, and we sit down, huddling close to our warm drinks. She orders a cinnamon latte, I order a black coffee with an unhealthy amount of sugar.

I place the drinks down. “Did you know that cinnamon is shown to reduce systolic blood pressure. It’s commonly used in South Asia and works by dilating blood vessel.”

She nods, “Surprisingly, I did know that. You’re gonna have to teach me something else, Doc.” I laugh in response, enjoying the relaxation that radiates off of her.

“I feel like we don’t get to, um, t-talk as much as I would like to.” My words get caught in my throat and she gives me a lopsided smile.

“Well, we don’t exactly have the most leisurely job.” She states, sipping her drink.

I bite my lip, she looks down. I convince myself that my mind is playing tricks on me, because there’s no way (Y/N) would glance down to watch me pull my bottom lip between my teeth.

“I know... but you used to talk more.”

“I’ve been busy lately. Tired too.” She mumbles.

I mean forward slightly, my voice is a hushed whisper. “A-are you... okay?” I’m anticipating an defensive response, but all she does is sigh.

“I’m alright. I just... I’m getting tired of being here— in D.C.”

My eyes widen and my brows knit together. “W-What! Why?”

(Y/N) shrugs, “I don’t know. I just expected to feel... really, really attached to D.C when I first moved here. I love my job, and I love you guys— but nothing’s keeping me here.”

My face drops. My disappointment is adamant because she scrambles to reassure me.

“It’s not that I don’t absolutely love working with you guys. You’re my best friend, Spencer. But... I came to D.C to... I don’t know... settle down.” It comes out as more of a question rather a statement. “It’s sounds weird, right? Me, settling down?” She laughs. “I-I don’t mean a husband and a family necessarily. I moved here because I wanted to belong somewhere.”

“You don’t feel like you belong?”

“I feel... I feel like everything I have right now is temporary. It’s not the feeling I expected to have. I just want to have something permanent in my life for once.”

I remain silent, lacking the proper response.

“Please don’t tell anyone!” She pleaded.

I smile solemnly, “I won’t. I promise.”

In that moment, I make another promise. Not just to (Y/N), but to myself. I’m going to show her how many things she has here for her in D.C.

I’m going to prove how much I believe she belongs.

I started by bringing her coffee each morning— a cinnamon latte from the same café we went to.

The first time she seemed pleasantly surprised. I sped through the doors of the bullpen, my coat and slacks absolutely soaked due to the rainy D.C weather. She giggled at the sight of my hair plastered to my forehead. I was certain that I looked like a wet dog.

“Morning!” I greeted, placing down both cups of coffee on her desk so I could fix my hair. “I-uh-I got you coffee. A cinnamon latte, of course.”

(Y/N) smiles brightly, “You’re the best. Thanks, Reid. I definitely needed this.”

Hotch and Rossi are watching me curiously, pretending not to look up from their files. At this moment, I could care less.

“It’s n-nothing.” Suddenly I’m blushing furiously under the weight of her stare.

“Thanks, again.” She clears her throat, “Y-you’re a really good friend.”

She smiles. And I smile.

In the next three weeks, (Y/N) and I grow closer at a rate faster then ever. I try to do something small for her everyday. Finishing up a file for her; Bringing her coffee or water; Sitting next to her on the jet. It appears to be working— she looks much more relaxed and happy. Her sarcastic humor is back and she engages more with the team.

We’ve decided to hang out after today. I find myself enjoying every minute with her, even if all we do is talk, eat, and walk around aimlessly. I’m sure she’s tired of me, but my infatuation with her only grows.

Tonight, we’re sitting at the park, watching people on their late night jogs, dog walkers, babysitters. We finished eating Indian food at a local restaurant. Turns out we’re both regulars at the same place, it’s a shame we haven’t run into each other.

She’s sitting criss-cross on the bench, her elbow rested on top of her knee. “You know,” She starts, “D.C is pretty great. I don’t think I’ve felt this... content in a while.”

I smile, even if it’s too dark for her to see. “Th-thanks. D.C is a great place, despite averaging 39 inches of rain annually.”

She means her head back against the bench. “I still don’t know. I feel like I’m just waiting for something. I don’t even know what that something is... a sign maybe?”

“A sign?” I laugh.

“Y-yeah... a sign. I’d usually make a pros and cons list and research the differences between the two places but... this decision feels too personal to look at it as just statistics.”

In this very moment, I decide to toss all my concerns, questions, what if’s, into the wind. This is my final move; my last resort; my Hail Mary.

My hands are trembling, and it takes me seconds to force the words out of my throat.

“W-well, besides the higher cost of living and considerably gloomy weather, D.C can be a p-pretty great place to reside. It has a busy political culture and is one of the most diverse states in the country.” I pause for a little longer than necessary.

“But, besides statistics and facts, if w-we look past objectivity, to me: D.C is where my friends are, and my friends are my family. Um... I like The City because it’s home to so many great people. A-and I know it’s hard to see the good in things considering how much violence we see on a daily basis, but certain people make me believe that things aren’t all that bad.”

(Y/N)‘a listening attentively, making me even more nervous than I thought possible. “D.C— The City— is beautiful. It’s charming. It’s a warm, cinnamon latte on a rainy day, o-or a late night walk in the park. To me, it’s home.” I catch her smirking a little bit, and I can only hope that she understands what I’m trying to say.

“Plus, The City is really good at her job. The City’s an excellent profiler. But, the city’s an even better friend, and an even better person. It doesn’t hurt that The City has great hair, and gorgeous eyes, and a perfect smile. And, she does this cute thing where she twists the ends of her hair, even if I keep telling her to stop. The City’s beautiful and definitely out of my league. She probably wants nothing to with me now, but I don’t care. I really like The City. And, even if she doesn’t like me back, she should stay, because there are so many people that like and love The City. ‘Cause who wouldn’t.”

(Y/N) is full on grinning right now, and it’s hard to stay patient when so much is on the line.

“Wow.” She giggles. “You really like The City.”

I chuckled awkwardly, “Y-yeah. I really do.”

“I mean, if you think The City’s so great, maybe I should stay. Plus, I’m sure The City likes you too.”

I feign confusion, “Really? I don’t know... The City can be kind of closed off sometimes.”

“Trust me— The City definitely likes you back. And I don’t think The City appreciates you saying that about her”

“Oh really?” I gasp. “Let’s ask her.”

I turn my head around, then proceed to look back at (Y/N) in the most dramatic fashion.

“Hey.” I laugh.

“Oh, Hi Dr. Reid!” She feigns surprise to match my frivolousness.

“I don’t know if you’ve heard, b-but I really like you. And, a little birdy told me that you like me back.”

She laughs heartily, “Well, that little birdy is a pretty reliable source.”

Soon, her head is resting on my shoulder. My body’s stiff and the air is caught in my lungs, but I feel more content than I have in years. Somehow the weather is warmer, and the sun is brighter, and things just seem... better.

“This is a great city.” She mumbles, peering up at me in the most adorable fashion.

“Yeah,” I smile, “It really is.”

“Pawnee’s a really special town, I love living there. And, I look forward to the moments in my day where I get to hang out with the town, and talk to the town about stuff. The town has really nice blonde hair too. And, it’s read a shocking number of political biographies for a town, which I like.” - Ben Wyatt

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bunnie-the-lighthouse · 3 years

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𝒲𝑒 𝐿𝒾𝑒𝒹~

Pairing: ATEEZ Park Seong-Hwa, ATEEZ Choi San & Reader

Warnings: It’s Suggestive, My Friend. Be Careful. (It’s Kind of Long Too)

Inspiration: Not Gonna Lie, I Don’t Know.

Basic Idea: You Are In A Polyamorous Relationship With San And Seong-Hwa, Your Guardian Angels. But... They Hide A Deep Secret.

Type: Fluff & Suggestive

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On your way back home you were humming a song, enjoying the tune as it was finally Friday. You were hoping to just get home and cuddle with your favorite boys -- your guardian angels, Seong-Hwa and San.

You opened the door and saw Seong-Hwa organizing the dinner table while San was nowhere to be seen. Smiling at the sight, you once again feel comfortable and recharged after entering your house. “I’m home~” you chirped as Seong-Hwa looked up at you. “Oh! Hi baby,” he smiled as you smiled back.

“Where’s San?” you asked as Seong-Hwa brought out the last plate of steak. “He’s playing online with Yun-Ho,” the raven haired angel smiled at you, “Come on, go change to more comfortable clothes and tell Sannie that we have to eat dinner,” he ushered as you nodded and went off to the shared bedroom.

Opening the bedroom door, you saw San being focused on the game. You quickly gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, catching him off guard. “Oh, _____-ie!” he squealed while giving you a smile. “Hwa finished cooking dinner, let’s go eat, okay?” you asked as he nodded.

You then changed to more comfortable clothes, San saying goodbye to Yun-Ho as he then hugged you from behind. “How was work today?” he asked as you chuckled, “Slightly annoying, but now I feel better,” you responded. Turning around, you hugged him back, laying your head on his chest.

Eating dinner was the same as always, you guys shared how your day was and everything was rather chill. Something that did catch your attention was Seong-Hwa’s eyes.

They would normally shift color from black to a light blue that resembled the sky. This would normally occur when he felt a strong emotion from you, and when you were recounting your story of how your boss yelled at you, you did feel quite frustrated.

However, this time… His eyes didn’t resemble the sky. They blinked a dark turquoise that you’ve never seen before. It caught you off guard, but you didn’t expect the turquoise to be enchanting -- it was mysterious, deep, and full of… Desire?... You weren’t sure yourself.

You decided to let it slide, and soon after dinner you guys huddled up on the couch to watch a movie. “Hyung, should we watch Fifty Shades of Grey?” San asked as the question caught you off guard, “What? Aren’t you guys not supposed to watch those types of things?” you asked, knowing that the movie was quite graphic from reviews -- you yourself never watched it, you just read reviews.

“I’m sure nothing bad will happen,” Seong-Hwa replied as you still felt concerned. Midway through the movie, you of course felt slightly heated -- however you were sort of worried over the toxicity of that relationship, and mainly, the fact that San and Seong-Hwa shouldn’t be watching this because they are angels… Guardian Angels, to make things worst.

As you leaned your head on San’s shoulder, you felt his hand lay on your thigh, which intrigued you. He was a bit playful, but not to this level. You felt a bit more heated, a wave of desire washing over you. And as you calmed down the strong emotion, you glanced and saw how his once emerald green eyes shone a dark forest green.

Something was definitely wrong. And you couldn’t help but feel excited.

“I see that our little baby has noticed something,” Seong-Hwa suddenly spoke, making you whip your head to look at him. “Huh?” you question as you feel fear creep into your system. Seong-Hwa’s eyes shone the same dark turquoise, and rather than returning to his black marbles…

They stayed in the unusual blue.

“Hwa?” you squeaked out as he smirks, you then felt San kiss your neck from behind, his soft hair tickling you slightly. “Sannie?” you asked but quickly got shut up by Seong-Hwa’s harsh kiss. You whimper at the force, closing your eyes.

Seong-Hwa kissed you hungrily as you couldn’t help but also feel aroused by San’s soft kitten licks on your neck. "It took you some time, _____-ie," San purred out against your neck as you were still confused over what the two angels meant.

You then opened your eyes and saw how Seong-Hwa didn't have two white feathery wings behind him. His halo was also missing… Instead, he had wings resembling those of a black dragon. That is also when you felt

Two sharp teeth graze over your sensitive neck.

"Oh babygirl.. We weren't your Guardian Angels.. In the crooked world that we live in, the only things that exist are those who are evil and those who are neutral. Creatures like us.. Incubus, if you may, were supposed to come here..”

“And ruin you,” San whispered in your ear.

“Though, we disobeyed the rules, and fell for a mortal.. We fell for you, _____,” Seong-Hwa confessed as San trailed kisses from your shoulder to your neck, sucking on your sweet spot softly as Seong-Hwa cupped your cheeks.

San pulled away from your neck, looking down at the mark that he left. Seong-Hwa then rubbed your cheek with his thumbs, "We were supposed to ruin you while you slept, darling.. But you won our dark cold hearts with your peaceful and beautiful face. I felt your sorrow from your tear stained cheeks,"

"And I felt your desperation when you hugged your plushie as if it were the only object that kept you sane."

"We felt connected to you.. And we couldn't ruin you," Seong-Hwa ends as you couldn’t help but look away, freeing yourself from the older’s grasp. You stood up and left to the bedroom, overwhelmed from their sudden reveal.

On the bed you sighed, hiding yourself under the blankets. You heard and felt someone shuffling to lay down next to you, someone else then laid on your other side. “Baby girl?” Seong-Hwa asked as you peaked your head out of the blankets, you were pouting, catching the two incubi off guard as they expected you to be mad.

“I hate you two.. For lying to me.. But I also love you two.. For being next to me and keeping me happy,” you confessed, as if opening the gates, allowing the two to enter your heart. You were about to wrap your arms around Seong-Hwa’s neck, but he stopped you by pinning both of your hands above your head.

“Then.. Should San and I.. Show you a whole new world?” he asked, smirking softly while purring out in ecstasy and love. You couldn’t help but feel enchanted by his dark turquoise pearls -- nodding at his statement.

San then chuckled and used his index finger to guide your view towards him, making you peer into his forest green marbles.While he crashed his lips onto yours, Seong-Hwa took the time to start kissing your neck, creating another mark near your sweet spot, to complement San’s mark.

You moaned in the kiss, feeling more heated as San’s hands trailed down and creeped underneath your shirt, massaging your tummy softly -- the friction making you ticklish. As you squirmed slightly, San and Seong-Hwa pulled away. San looking down and imagining your pleasured face as Seong-Hwa blew on the mark, causing you to exhale shakily.

San then laughed, a bit sinisterly, turning you on even more as he unbuttons his dress shirt with one hand, the other moving his hair back. Seong-Hwa also started unbuttoning his shirt, making you feel flustered -- watching two extremely hot incubi undress.

“Oh, by the way, baby girl.. Before we ruin you, remember that we are incubi, so we are more freaky~”

“We’ll give you an experience that you won’t be able to live if you date a human. Us incubi are especially proud of our skills,”

“We’ll make you squirm from the pleasure,”

“We’ll make you scream our name,”

“We’ll make you wish for more”

… “Are you ready?” …

~ ~ ~ ~ ~

Hello hello! Bunnie here~

Sorry I’ve been MIA, had to focus lots on school since it’s the last quarter and I was trying to exempt all of my classes to leave school earlier :D

Thankfully, I am officially done with my sophomore year! Yaay! *Claps*

However, one sad thing is that my summer is gonna be hectic =_= so I may not be able to push out as much stuff as I’d like -- I have a summer assignment for AP Language and I’m attending an online Summer Program.

However, I will try to type some stuff beforehand so that I still have content.

Anyway, I present to you -- “Guardian Angels” Sannie and Ddeonghwa! :D

Did you like this concept? I did tone down the suggestive since I felt like I crossed the line a few times in the other ones. (Side Note: I did the GIFs myself, which is why the quality is kinda bad T_T)

Please tell me if you liked this! And please! Do send me a message if you have any requests! My inbox is open!

Have fun with your imagination, y’all!

Thanks for the patience and support! I’ll catch y’all next time!

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practicalmagicintuitions · 3 years

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HC reading

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Cards pulled on 19th September

I barely thought about the question The Moon and the 2 of Pentacles felt out. I was thinking a little because I haven’t thought about that question deeply yet, but I decided to keep that 2 cards as a summary of the reading and go back to it if I don’t understand something and the very end of the reading.

My question was how his next few weeks will look like.

Queen of Cups rx, Death rx,( clarified by the King of Cups and the Devil rx - both fell out so I kept both) 5 of Swords, 3 of Swords rx, 10 of Swords rx, Knight of cups rx

What I see is a lot of balancing, wanting something but resisting the change at the same time. Inner and outer battles.

Death rx could be many things one of it is resisting to change, something couldn’t come to its end. For example, a relationship is over but they cannot move on, stuck in. And I think they cannot really move on because they have some codependency between them (QofCrx). If this card represents a person, they are someone who cannot control their emotions, mood swings, hypersensitive to criticism etc. This also could mean heartbreak. I think the truth is the blend of this. There is this emotional insecurity and neediness that is not let something reach its end. Denying your own feeling to make someone else happy. New energies, new impulses don’t reach him and he is operating on those old ones that should be let go. He is somewhat lying to himself that he can juggle between new and old, that he can grow but can remain the same. On a physical level that could mean depression, sleep deprivation.

However, these two-card is facing each other like in a battle when the oppositions are ready to attack. So I think before he can move on or he can battle for some change he has to face the forces that don’t let him choose or move on (QofCrx. It could be another person or one part of himself) The next card is the 5 of Swords. 5 of S is a change, a battle, a battle coming to an end card and top of that his card suggests very strongly a bulling person or situation. Ungraceful win or mental suffering. With this card is very important that who you identified yourself with on the picture. The bigger figure, who won, who has a smug smile, who probably a bully and won unfairly, or the 2 little figures, who are defeated, humiliated, bullied.

5ofS is losing the moral compass and integrity and I feel this could be a realization of his that he reached that point. He lost those things, his moral values and wants to break free (Devil rx) but he is stuck. Maybe he has to balance between his own mood swing or someone else’s.

With those conflicting emotions, thoughts, I feel he is in an early phase of transition. This King (King of Cups) is emotionally responsible and with the Devil rx maybe he wants to break free from some emotional attachments. The King of C is the pleaser, the father figure, the dominant one so maybe somehow his father is playing some role in it.

Death rx is a very interesting card because if we think the upright is about rebirth the reverse should be about being stuck, not remain the same but Mary K Greer is saying this card could mean “emerging from the death” coming out from a stagnant period. (keep this meaning in your mind it will be important at the end!) And I think the Devil rx is supporting this meaning but those cards as a whole suggest for me such an inner conflict, battling with yourself, what to do, what to decide. As the song says “ Should I stay or should I go”?

5 of Sw, 3 of Sw rx, 10 of Sw rx, Knight of C rx

In this whole spread, there are cups and swords. Heart vs mind, emotions vs logic and a clear head

Both 3 and 10 of Sw rx means healing, escaping from something fatal (NOT necessarily in a death-life situation!! more like on an emotional, metaphysical level as Death card doesn’t mean physical death ), the swords are falling out. But that doesn’t mean the experiences or the process is not painful. Oh boy… it is, it is painful. but instead of the light end of the tunnel is a train it’s like…. we can still have hope it’s not a train.

What a little worries me is the Knight of Cups rx because this is again, juggling, mood swings between seeing the positive aspect of this or feeling sulky and moody. With this RX knight the problem is that he is overly romantic, daydreaming or the opposite, he feels everyone is leaving him and reject him. He is in emotional turmoil. And I feel even he won his inner battles and start to heal he will check back to the past. Not necessarily reconnect with an old flame but starting to live in the past and asking “what if…?” and starting to replay the past decisions, emotions and those are not healthy. I think all of those will leave him emotionally insecure and confused.

The relationship now (at the time of the reading)

2 cards felt out face down and when I flipped the first it was the Lovers. And I was WOW that is something new, how exciting, second was the World rx. I pulled 2 clarifications on the Lovers: the Empress rx and the Strength. First, let’s see these 4 cards.

When I was thinking about the Lovers card’s sudden appearance after 6 months in the first time I felt (because of the other cards) that some seducing going on like they were doing it when I pulled the cards or some other games were going on like she was trying to convince him about something and she was seducing him to get what she wants.

The World rx is unfinished business, no closure, something is not finished yet, unfulfillment.

I think she (because Emprx is always her in my readings) feels that this relationship is not dead yet or she is not ready to give up. Look at the Strength card. There is a woman, taming a lion, a beast with her, kindness, will, determination etc. This card is also the first card in the second set of sevens we can separate the Major arcana (1-7, 8-14, 15-21), so it could mean a new chapter too. I feel this is what she wants very badly. However, in this situation, the question is who has the real strength? Maybe she is on her way to use convincing tactics but in real life, she wants something HC has or something that she cannot get if he doesn’t want to give. And I think this is the relationship itself or some aspect of it.

The World rx is still not a bad card could mean success but that success is not what you wanted or how you imagines it. There is a serious anticlimax here. And it’s a very short-lived success, if at all. So no matter what female tactics she uses for keeping alive the relationship if HC doesn’t want to give the relationship another round, she can do anything, she won’t succeed.

On a very direct level, it could mean that the whole world is watching them and she feels the pressure of it “the world’s burden on her shoulders” Maybe there is a lost connection and she wants to make up this with sex or being physical.

With the Emp rx and the Strength, I see a serious manipulation going on.

The rest of this spread is The High Priestess, 2 of Swords rx, Ace of wands rx. If you want to imagine the “spread” it’s 5 cards, HP in the middle, on the left the Lovers ( without signifiers) and the World rx, on the right the 2ofSrx, AceofWrx .

Why is this important? I am studying the HP atm because for me this is the most fascinating card, I always have a hard time interpreting. Many people saying this is a secretive woman, someone with secrets etc...I think this is such a simplifying way to handle this card. HP is not secretive in a gossipy, mean girl way or someone who is cheating etc. She doesn’t share her knowledge because we are not ready, not because she is enjoying that she knows something we don’t. She is a gatekeeper. On the card, she is sitting before a veil (veil between the worlds), she has some sacred text in her lap. In the RWS deck, this is the Tora, in my personal deck, this is the Book of Shadows. She is aware of those deep truths, ancient knowledge. This is not some simple secret or gossip.The High Priestess wisdom in the light in the Hermit’s lamp that separates him from the complete darkness and shows him the path he has to choose. On the veil, there are pomegranates that link her to Persephone whose faith was living between two worlds. She keeps those worlds apart. (this was my short essay on The High Priestess for you,welcome :D )

So what is the significance of all of this? That I think in the spread THP separates the thing NV wants to achieve and the truth or the thing she wants to avoid. On the left there is the manipulation, the seducing, trying to tame the beast, trying to make it sexual again on the right distance in a relationship, cold heart, love cannot come through because of the crossed swords, no sexual desire (Ace of Wrx). A of Wrx is infertility, impotency or not wanting the other sexually anymore. This card upright is a phallic symbol that’s why it is connected to sexuality, fertility, pregnancy, in reverse not just the lack of this but a thumb down too. It’s like giving a thumb down to the relationship and this is not just an “ I don’t like something”.In ancient times that means a death sentence to gladiators. It’s like the death sentence of this relationship. And I feel very symbolic that the first card was the Lovers and the last is this in this spread. A polar opposite in meaning that is separated by THP. The HP is not passive, he is the epitome of eternal stillness, the boundaries between two extremes. I feel this relationship like the whole reading is about duality ( 2ofPent, 2ofSw, THP, Judgment) as the first row of this reading, swords vs cups, mind vs emotions. These two things are battling in him.

The outcome of this relationship

Judgment, 3 of cups rx.

Numerologically the Judgment (XX 20=2+0=2)

On the Judgment card, an angel blows her trumpet and people rise up from their coffins. Do you remember what I said about the Death rx? That one meaning of this is “emerging from the death”. Clarity, decision made, realization, powerful understanding. Also means huge transformation. In a relationship could be a Karmic connection. With the 3ofC rx is the realisation that the relationship is no fun anymore. More work than joy. I don’t mean “it’s a pr “, I mean their time together is less fun more work in the relationship. Or no matter how much they try the fun is just lost.( for example they can have sex, the real desire is gone) Also, this is the drinking card so maybe the realisation they over partied and drank way too much in this relationship and they don’t like each other that much if they are sober. Also could mean infidelity or a third weel in not necessarily a cheating sense, for example, one of them has a friend/parent etc and that person is so involved and present in the relationship that the other feels it’s a third party in this. This card also means no reconnection, mistrust.

I think the theme of this relationship and his next few weeks is balancing and trying to conquer himself. Battling between mind and heart, logic reason and emotions.

This reading has a 2nd part, I pulled some cards on 30th.

For now, I will only reveal from that reading one thing. I asked about timing and breakup. I got the 5 of Swords. So this card means October 3 times. How is this possible?

1.Methond - days, weeks, months, years

Swords are weeks, so this card means 5 weeks from 19th September

2.Method Seasons

Swords means Autumn. October is Autumn.

3.Method Astrological corresponds

Swords : Air signs. Gemini, Libra, Aquarius.

Libra is September 23 – October 22.

However, I felt I need a 2nd card, a clarification. It was the Hanged Man. This means, delays, no time period available. I interpret this as the break up will happen in October but we won’t know about it for a while. And yes, I am prepared that she or someone maybe reading this and they will organize something in October, but this doesn’t change the fact that I am getting October SINCE April. That’s why I said in a previous ask that, this is a joke from Universe if they won’t break up in October.

I hope you enjoyed this reading.

Be blessed. :)

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Hey Goldy, i'm positive Yoongi isn't straight and has been fairly open about it from the early years. So do u think that Yoongi could've influenced Jikook (especially Jimin cuz he is very close to him) in any sort of way on their journey?

Jimin is VERY close to Yoongi

Thank you so much for this statement😭

I feel seen and heard🤧

Not a lot of Jokers out here appreciate Yoonmin's bond😭😭😭😭

The disrespect! How dare they!

In reality, Yoonmin is one of the best ships that reflects the hyung dongsaeng dynamic perfectly in BTS in my opinion- Jinkook and Yoonkook, NamTae are heavy contenders I'd say but Yoonmin is right up there with them. Love Jihope too- if they could cut down on the flirting chilee.

No JHOPE I don't want you to call Jimin sexy or look at him like you want to gobble him with a glass of Sprite- it's weird😭😭😭

But also don't stop

From Suga 'bullying' Jimin, teasing him, praising him, mentoring him, the bickering- he is the biggest PJM right next to JK and Namjoon. I said what I said.

So thank you for this. I literally cried.

Feel so good to hear someone say that.

I'm having an existential crisis at the moment and Yoonmin is what is getting me through it at the moment.

People need to stop invalidating the members' bond. Seriously. Not cool. They all have beautiful dynamics real or not.

But he's gay? 🤔

You believe Suga is gay??

Damn.

He's queer and has been pretty open about it from the beginning???

A lot of people assume that about him actually. I think it's interesting.

Did he influence Jikook, Jimin in anyway...

If by influence you mean support then yes. I think he was and has been very supportive of Jimin and JK individually and has helped them embrace and make sense of certain aspects of themselves.

I think he's more understanding than most of the challenges and difficulties of being young and uncertain of who you are growing up under public scrutiny and in a highly hostile environment.

I think he is wise beyond his age and I have a ton of love and respect for him as both a person and an artist.

I love 'People' so much...

I think the most Iconic thing he's said so far to me is this totally woke, fanservice questioning and ridiculing statement:

'I didn't want to wear the maid outfit. I was surprised when they said it's for the fans. We don't have any interest in seeing girls wear men's clothes so why does the fans want us to wear women's clothes?'

It's weird. Fanservice is weird.

My least favorite moment of his is when he admonished JK not to say things like he'd want a tattoo when he grows up because the fans wouldn't like that.

I found that very contradictory for someone who's life motto is nevermind- or is it I don't give a shit?😏

Find it equally triggering whenever he teases JK about crying too much or being a cry baby as if it's wrong for men to cry. There's nothing wrong with shedding tears. Men cry too.

Then the bit about him not wanting tattoos or just a dot on his toe or feet or something because he has things he might want to do post BTS that having a tattoo would just be an inconvenience... quite conservative I'd say.

He don't give a fuck but then he gives a fuck?

Mans gotta be a realist or I'd chalk up these inconsistencies in his values to the clash between his Persona and his real self.

To be fair, he's not the only one. That conflict plays out in almost every member's outlook.

I see Yoongi as that one person who'd say to a person, go for it but end that advice with a caveat such as, 'but understand people will hate you for it' or some truth along those lies.

He places consequences right next to desire and as long as the person is not oblivious to and can bare the consequences of their actions, decisions and choices then I think he'd ask them to go for it and stand in their truth.

That much I know is his value and I can see how that might have impacted both JM and JK. But rather than encourage them to take risks, I think he pushes them to seize opportunities and put themselves outside- there's a difference there. Their not one and the same.

More than anyone in BTS, I think he understands the gravity of being queer, closeted or being in a relationship with a bandmate in the industry they work in.

I think he is much mature enough to understand the consequences of over attachment and risks of detachment and that too plays out in the way Jikook carry themselves around in the group.

Other than that, I think he minds his business most times.

Do I think he is open minded about conversations on sexuality? Absolutely.

But that's as far as I can go on the topic.

I do not believe he is queer and I'm not convinced in anyway he is pansexual or bisexual either- don't quote his song lyrics to me I already know. Lol.

Boy or girl my tongue will send you to hongkong....

And then his interviews about what he finds attractive in women??

'... it's not limited to boys or girls?'

Lolololololololol

I think that bit was heavily misconstrued.

'I'M NOT GAY'

This was his response when he was asked to talk about moments his heart skipped because of JHOPE. Similar to moments when the members had said their they almost fell for a band mate perhaps.

Other translations of that statement he made in the interview was, 'since we are both men, how can my heart throb for a man' and then he laughs it off.

Knowing Suga, I think he probably meant that in the most ridiculing, most mocking way possible- these interviewers be asking some stupid questions sometimes.

But imagine Suga saying that with two gay members sitting right next to him in that interview and how these members would feel hearing him say that about homosexuality.

One thing about BTS, if they be making loud openly 'woke' statements, take a shovel to their past- it's usually because they've messed up somewhere and are simply acting conscious of the things they say that can come across as problematic. In my opinion.

They do learn and grow from their mistakes. That's one thing I love about BTS.

They've all had their problematic moments as I keep saying.

To me, this interview moment would be one of such said problematic moments if not one very homophobic moment of Suga's- if the translations were right I mean. chileee. Lemme shut up. Lol.

And before anyone says but JK said the same thing too...

JK had a 'fear' of coming across as Gay in his early years. Part of the reason he wanted JM on the west of his east when the cameras came around- in my opinion.

He'd stutter when similar 'gay' questions were thrown his way- prompting Jimin to ask him straight away not to answer said question when an interviewer asked him.

You pair that with some of the members describing him as 'wanting to be manly' or appear like a manly man and it's not hard to figure out what was going on with him.

He'd pause and look at JM funny when JM would describe their relationship as in between friends and romance...

Jimin had to tell him to relax and that it was normal for men to say 'love' to men without it being weird or gay.

He knew gayism was a thing. He simply didn't want to be viewed as one- either because of his own repressed homosexual desires, in which case that would be internalized homophobia or he really really didn't like being thought of as gay- homophobia.

Suga's is different.

He either genuinely didn't know gay was a thing or that some men's heart actually beat for other men- seems to me he thought the idea of a man's heart skipping for another man absurd or impossible- or dude thought he was being a smart pants with that remark. Lol.

Baring his age in mind at the time of the interview, that in anyway reflects his ideals or assumptions about sexuality. That heterosexuality is D norm. That straight is all he can be or should be thought of as- He clearly hasn't read the blogs. He's in for a rude awakening.

If JK had this ideology about sexuality I think he would have been able to hide his sexuality better and not freak out each time people made jokes about it💀

Suga's said explicitly he is attracted to gal's who wear headphones, doesn't like gals who play hard to get- said he'd kick em if they didn't quit playing hard to get (misogynistic and abusive lyrics there but it's hiphop- let's not talk about that) finds it ridiculous that men should wear female clothes, thinks 'men' shouldn't cry.... all the making of a fine gay man😃

Should we chalk it up to internalized homophobia then??

I wouldn't.

A very dedicated Sope shipper will tell you, he said what he said to cover the fact he is gay so there's that. Lol.

I'm just not convinced Suga is part of the community but I think he is open minded now, leans less into his conservative values and more towards progressive values and thoughts.

I don't think he in any way shape or form 'influenced' Jikook to be gay or to do the gay if that's what you were asking.

But I do respect your opinion on Suga. I think we are all free to assume whatever we want in this case.

I might be wrong about him. You might be wrong about him or we could all be right. We will never know.

Thanks for the ask.

Wasn't comfortable answering it though. Lol.

I don't like when I have to watch what I say.

Sigh.

Signed,

GOLDY

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