#hopefully thats clear though lmao

[pherredraws]

i loeve you dai gyakuten saiban

#ace attorney #the great ace attorney #dai gyakuten saiban #dgs #tgaa #this is my valentines day post <3 i love you little game #the dancing men do spell something out but i won’t tell what #dgs 2 spoilers #tgaa 2 spoilers #just to b clear the hand reaching for stronghart is the professor #hopefully thats clear though lmao #well. the person who was in the professor’s grave anyhow #i tried to match these to the cases but i had to take liberties with some lol #like gina having Toby #and the legendary pair segment technically happens is 2-5 but they’re introduced in 2-4 so

[lesbiancarat]

I've come to the conclusion that Chinese idol elimination shows are just better than the Korean ones in terms of editing. like if u ever want to know what pd101 or gp/bp999 would be like without mnets evil editing just watch a season of idol producer. it's so much more fun bc they actually focus more on the trainees joking around and building relationships rather than drama and making specific trainees look bad lmao

#like both idol producer seasons ive watched are just so much more enjoyable to watch #and i can only put it down to the editing bc i dont think it has anything to do w the trainees themselves #i havent even finished ep 4 of bp and im thinking of dropping it lmao #i am curious about the first round of eliminations though bc i think its bs that g group is at such a disadvantage #so i might tune in for that #might watch chuang 2021(? i think thats the year/season everyones obsessed with) instead lol #ive been meaning to check it out but i keep forgetting #also hopefully this was clear but this isnt a diss to the trainees or anyone enjoying bp #im just tired of mnets editing lol #melia.txt

[reluctant-mandalore]

🍂 Fictober 🍂 Day 1: Cold Weather (Din Djarin x gn!Reader)

During the chilly fall season on a new planet, you go on an afternoon outing with the Mandalorian and his son. Though of course you forgot your coat.

Warnings: Fluff, found family, crushes, pre-relationship, little bit of flirting, not beta read Word Count: 1771 Pairing: Din Djarin x gn!Reader a/n: I slept for most of the first day and then my back was achy when I was trying to edit this. So its late. But it's here. And thats all that matters. Enjoy a fall afternoon outing with our fave clan of two. Day 2's prompt should be out later today (hopefully lmao).

“Grogu, we’ve been over this, you need to wear your coat.”

The child had huffed at the Mandalorian’s words. His large ears lowering, as he frowned and shook his head. You had watched them be trapped in this standoff for quite some time now. Neither father nor son wanted to budge. It was starting to get colder on this planet in recent days. But despite the chill—and despite his fathers lecturing—the little one had been determined to take his coat off any chance he got.

This had been his third time taking off the coat while hoping that neither of you would notice. Din had always been overprotective though, and he had been even more observant. He always had a keen eye for noticing these things, and there was nothing the child—or you—could seem to get past him.

“It’s getting colder out, and I don’t want you getting sick.” Din had tried reasoning with him. “You don’t want to get sick. Right kid?”

Grogu had huffed again. He pouted up to his father before trying to look past him over to you sitting on the bench nearby. Clearly he hoped to rally in your support to his losing battle, and most days those wide pleading eyes of his would convince you to his side in a heartbeat. Unfortunately for the child though, today you found yourself agreeing with the Mandalorian. As you had also caught yourself wishing you had remembered to bring your own coat this chilly afternoon.

Discovering that you wouldn’t be helping him, Grogu had huffed one more time, before finally allowing Din to bundle him back in the coat. The pout he wore as his father buttoned him up making you want to chuckle.

“See? It’s not so bad.” Din had patted the little one’s head after he finished with the last button. Although Grogu only sent a frown back his way, before toddling off back to the leaf pile he was playing in earlier.

The Mandalorian had watched Grogu from where he kneeled for a moment. Though soon he had stood to come back and sit next to you on the bench. He had given you a small nod as he sat, and you had returned it with your own smile. A comfortable silence had fallen between you two then, as you watched the child explore and play in the little clearing. Despite not being pleased with the coat he wore, Grogu still seemed to be enjoying himself at least. He had been throwing leaves here and there. Giggling and laughing to himself as he did so.

“I don’t understand why he doesn’t want to wear it.” After some time Din had been the first to speak, as he shifted a bit awkwardly next to you. “He was so happy picking it out in the market a few days ago, but now he wants nothing to do with it.”

You gave him a shrug. “He’s probably just not used to it—that’s all—give him some time.”

“You think so?”

“Yeah, sometimes kids are just picky with these things.” You said smiling again as you watched the child chase down a frog, struggling to keep up in his puffy jacket. “He’ll get used to it eventually.”

Din had let out a bitter sigh, but you could hear the smile in his words. “Yeah you’re right.”

“I usually am.”

He had snorted at that reply, and quickly the two of you fell back into silence. The only sound once again being that of the child's happy geal and the birds singing their sweet tunes. Another breeze had swept through, rustling the leaves and sending an icy chill to roll down your spine. Once again you had found yourself wishing you hadn’t forgotten your own coat, as you shivered and shuddered with every gust of wind that passed.

“Cold?” Din’s question had nearly made you jump, and you looked over to find him looking at you with a tilt of his helmet.

“A little.” You admitted with another shiver, now feeling a bit embarrassed while under the Mandalorian’s gaze. “I honestly didn’t think it would be this cold when we left earlier.”

He had hummed in understanding and went back to watching the child for a moment. You went back to doing so as well. Thinking that had been the end of the discussion, though soon the heavy weight that rested over your shoulders proved otherwise. The cape—his cape—that he tucked around your shivering form had enveloped you in an instant warmth. The cozy fabric making itself the perfect barrier for you from cold.

No wonder he wore this thing all the time—it was stylish and warm.

“There.” He murmured in a hushed tone, as he smoothed out some of the wrinkles in the fabric, and adjusted it around you a little more snuggly. “That should help you stay warm.”

“Thank you.” Your voice had struggled to speak, as you couldn’t help but feel yourself grow shy.

Din had been so close to you as he fixed the cape. His leg had brushed with yours at every movement, and if it weren’t for the helmet that shielded his face, you would have felt how his breath fanned your cheeks. He hadn’t seemed to realize it though until the two of you shared a glance. Your eyes locked to one another, and mere inches apart. Only then did he seem to catch himself. Clearing his throat as he pulled away and averted his gaze. A mumbled apology quickly leaving him as he did.

“Keep it till we get back.” He didn’t dare look at you as he spoke, crossing his arms over his chest awkwardly. Although you couldn’t help but notice how his leg still seemed to brush with yours every now and then. “I don’t need you getting sick either.”

You only nodded. Smiling to yourself a little, and snuggling further into the cape. Your heart feeling like it would jump out of your chest at any moment.

“You know…” He continued quietly, his voice trailing and words a bit teasing, as he had looked at you from the corner of his eye with the tilt of his helmet. “You’re just like the kid with not wanting to wear a coat.”

You gave a little laugh at his words, unable to deny his claim. “Guess I’m a bad influence then, huh?”

“No. I wouldn’t say that.” He shook his head while giving a small chuckle himself, and glancing away from you to watch the child again. “I’d say the opposite actually. You’re a great influence on the kid.”

“You think so?”

“Of course! He adores you…” Din had almost seemed to pause in thought before allowing himself to finish. “We both adore you. Things wouldn’t be the same without you around.”

There was another flutter in your chest at his words, and suddenly it wasn’t just the cape that gave you warmth. The two of you had looked to one another, unable to stop yourselves from leaning closer, as the air between you had seemed to shift. It had been hard to deny the feelings that both of you were beginning to feel for one another lately. And moments like these had only seemed to make it even harder.

“Patuu!”

The sound from Grogu had broken you both from the trance, and you both looked to find him standing before you two now. The smile he wore bright, as he held out his hands for you to see what he had found. It had been acorns—of course—the child had been fascinated with them since arriving to this planet.

“Oh! Is this for me?” The child had beamed up at you at the question when you realized he held one out to you, and with a smile you took the acorn. “What a lovely little acorn! Thank you Grogu.”

Grogu had let out a happy noise at your acceptance of his gift. His eyes bright with excitement as he watched you look over the acorn. Pleased with seeing your approval, he glanced at the other acorn still in his hand, and then looked to the Mandalorian at your side.

“Do I get one too?” Din seemed to perk up, but any hope he had died quickly as Grogu soon sent a glare his way at the question, before turning to waddle rather grumpily away back to his leaf pile.

“I think he’s still mad about the coat.” You barely managed to stop the laugh that threatened to spill from your lips at the sight.

“Yeah.” The Mandalorian almost sounded like he had been pouting, and based on how his shoulders had sunk you wouldn’t put him past it. “I guess he is”

“Oh don’t worry Din.” You patted his shoulder gently. Trying to reassure him.“He’ll forgive you soon.”

“He can be pretty stubborn.” He mumbled back. Sounding utterly defeated.

You gave a teasing hum. Nudging him with your arm a little. “He’s just like his dad then.”

“I’m not stubborn.” He had tried to argue, but any defense he had fell quickly at the look you sent his way. “I’m only stubborn when I need to be.”

The two of you shared another small laugh at that before falling back into that familiar silence and watching over the child play. The three of you would spend the rest of the afternoon out there. Only leaving when Din would finally decide it had been time to pack up, and head back to the ships. Grogu had almost fought with him over it, but unlike with the coat, he had quickly been won over with the promise of food.

Though it wouldn’t be until the next day where the little one would finally seem to have forgiven his father. This time when you three went to leave for the afternoon outing he did not fight the Mandalorian over the coat. Instead he let his father bundle him up with little complaint. Babbling in bits of gibberish, and pulling out the acorn he had found the other day. Handing it to Din with a bright smile before immediately waddling off in the direction of the clearing.

“See, Din?” You smiled at him, as you both began walking to follow behind the child. “I told you he’d forgive you.”

He had looked over the acorn. The smile he wore hidden behind the helmet. “Yeah, you were right.”

“I usually am.” You had gone to laugh, but an icy breeze had swept through as you spoke, and instead you could only seem to shiver while Din had chuckled.

Of course you had forgotten your coat again.

#din djarin #din djarin x reader #din djarin x gn!reader #the mandalorian #the mandalorian fanfic #star wars fanfic #my fics #reader fic #cy's fictober 2023 #mandalorian fanfic #fanfic #fictober #fictober2023

[sseen11]

Is this bothering??

Am I bothering you???😭 OH well, I might ad well just wake a request than cuz I was *thirsty* 🙈

How about VERY OC luffy and zoro who are possessive and jealous in this party because you were talking to a guy and you can hopefully reward me with nsfw.🙏 thats it.

Yyou don't have to but anyways,

Have a great day!💕

A/n: lmao😭 no it's not bothering me, it totally okay. But thank you for the concern. I HOPE I reached your expectations but you know if I didn't, let's not say anything.👄

[Luffy X reader] [zoro X reader]

Word-count; 1k. 600 each.

drunk on alcohol, you weren’t fully aware of your actions and approaching the man who was staring at you for a while, motioning you to come near, talking to him, unknowingly flirting and touching his shoulder which didn’t go unnoticed by your boyfriend all to well. He wasn’t pleased.

Warning; possessiveLuffy! PossessiveZoro! NSFWsmut! JealousBoys! BrattyReader!(ig) fingering! NameKink! Anal sex! Oral sex! Rough sex! Lack of consent! Backsex! Swearing And provoking! Wallsex! Manhandling! Kissing! Biting! Grinding! Flirting! Teasing!

Luffy: 

He pulls you roughly inside a dark room, abandoned and silent but loud when the door lock shuts in. "Hey! You can't just-" you are cut off with a sharp bite on your neck. Your body winces at the slight pain. He doesn't stop, bitting along your throat till leaving very clear dark spots behind.

"Luffy-" your arms stay on his shoulders to push him away and try to explain him through your drunken mind. He doesn't budge, only releasing a harsh sound from the back of his throat.

Luffy's arms are immediately on your wrists, pushing them over your head so you are out of luck to do much. You thrash in his hold, gritting out his name in a warning.

"What is wrong with you?" You breathlessly struggle out, peering at him intensely. His eyes grow angrier, mouth getting feistier.

His hands handle you so you are suddenly flipped around, face in front of the wall and your back brushing against his chest. You hear a quiet growl near by your ear, panting breaths following Right after.

"No. What is wrong with you?" his grip on your hips tighten, nails digging through the thin fabric wrap around your form tightly. You are not sure what his intentions are but Before you are adjusting yourself to get around him, he is fumbling with the zipper on your back, roughly dragging it down to let a brush of cool air brush over your skin.

You gasp, hand impulsively going around but he just grips it, twisting it behind the low of your back. "You are gonna let me do what I want." He rasps. 

You are left with squinting eyes, softly panting in his tight hold. It's only when your heartbeat is loud enough in your ear that you recall what you were doing minutes ago. You should solve the misunderstanding, should tell him calm down and not worry about the relationship between you and him but with they way he is acting, despite your morals, a wet spot has appeared between your legs. You want to see how far you can keep him on edge. 

"You are jealous." You state, giving him a side glance. He meets your eyes, dark brown eyes lidded in dare and a silent warning. Though he is not saying against it, It makes you chuckle out a laugh, can't help but grind yourself on him a little while so. You stiffle a moan.

"He was not so bad looking you know." You are testing him and he knows it but you still catch on the quiet clench of his teeth, a death grip slowly forming around one side of your hips.

"Don't." He warns you, one arm now completely skating around the front of your waist. It makes the both of you press together more and the clothing is thin enough for you to shiver when his hips press up just above your ass.

"Don't what?" You are very aware of your arms going around his neck and grip the back of his hair, tugging it once and letting your head fall on one of his shoulder. "You don't want me to talk to him? You don't want me to drink with him? You don't want me to touch him? Don't wha-," 

Luffy's fingers press hard on your clit and you cut yourself with a uncontainable moan. You are moving on him just the little to please yourself but it's so much better when his fingers are attacking your core, his other hand pushing your head back up and slamming your cheek on the wall. Your eyes closes shut in pain

You almost scream when he makes a grip in your hair and not caring for the sensitivity of your roots. 

All the concerns are flying out of your head when you feel his dick press against your ass. His own body is turned on at the moment, hardening a bit at every passing second. You groan as he cups yours clothed sex. 

His release of breaths are clearly heard loudly, hot air fanning on your neck. Your Pussy throbs, probably felt on his palm but you know he is not so oblivious to his growing desire.

"No." He gasped out with each grind of your ass against his own clothed dick. "I don't want him talking to you, drink with you or touching you" He grits out, swallowing a harsh grunt. 

You are looking at him through some of your hair sticking to your face, the room suddenly getting hotter and the clothes covering your skin thicker. Heat rises on your neck from inside, running widely in your veins and battling with fear and excitement. This is messed up, you think but you want to encourage him more, get him running to his limit point.

He tugs your hair sharply then needed, a toss of your head only to rip the fabric of your clothing. Cheap material but You gasp, giving him a glare and ready to argue but not capable of talking when two of his fingers ease inside your folds.

This time, you really moan loudly near by his ear, squirming yourself on him more deeply. It only makes you moan more while feeling him force himself into you. You are not ready for it, not much stretchable right now but apparently he doesn't seem to care. 

"You can talk to him while I fuck you though." He says, not hesitating or appearing distracted as he continues to curl his fingers to skim it around the inside of your walls. 

"You would like that wouldn't you?" His voice doesn't help your issue anymore whilst you are still crying around him, rubbing your bare thighs together. 

He only punishes you with a merciless pinch on your flesh. 

"Yea, I would." You grunt out. You flash him a lazy grin as best as you can try to. The strength in your muscles are wavering with his each touch. 

"Always so desperate." He lets out, pressing your chest flat against the cold wall. You quietly whimper at the temperature meeting your flush skin. 

His palm squeezes your breasts tightly. As if the pressure of the wall wasn't enough, your chest starts to ache but the heat in your pussy continuing to grow.

You are left moaning with everything he says. The burning coil in your Stomach flaming at his talk, disrespect to the least, he has your consent, from long ago and still. His jealous rage makes you so much desperate for him inside you know and fuck you senseless. You probably should satisfy what he wants to hear though.

But it's impossible to voice anything with his body and hands touching you everywhere so sexually that it makes your head foggy and mind dizzy with lust. While his right hand strikes furiously on your nipples, his free arm hurriedly unbuttons the button and unzipping his pants. He is not even done sliding the waist band from around his hips before he is thrusting inside you deep down from behind. 

You scream at the unexpected pressure, groaning and struggling against him. His name jerks out of your mouth, trying to snap at him but a moan betrays your intentions each time you are forced to clench around him. 

Whimpering, you are letting out random babbles when he starts to enlarge his cock inside you. Damn his ability. Out of nowhere, Luffy's cock is so thick you are drooling from the edge of your lips. You want to let go and escape from his torture but can't help but clench tightly, trapping him there. 

He groans, finally letting out something with a deep cry following Right after. He pulls himself out, going in right after you loudly breath out a relieved sound. 

His ragged breath is taking over your ear, the only thing you can focus on besides the pleasure in you. He hits your centre again, forcing himself deeper than you can allow.

"Luffy! Please-," his fingers stop you by going around and rubbing your sensitive clit. You whine. "S-stop, slow down please! Ah- too big." You try to reason, resulting in the sounds trapped inside your mouth flowing out loudly. It fills the room around, bouncing off the walls and echoing back. 

"You are gonna take it. all of it."he demands, lazily licking up a tongue on your neck, his teeth drags down your flesh later in a painful act. You are already week, knees shaking and only holding on because of the arm around you whom's hand is also playing with your clit.

"Oh you are so wet." He whimpers with a moan, clutching his eyelids shut. The pads of his fingers are now running on your chest, between the valley of your breasts and kneading with them, toying with your hardened buds.

It hurts. It hurts. You are generally not able to take so much of him on you, not this deep and this harsh. As much as it's making you feel so good than ever, you really don't wanna wake up sore tomorrow. 

"Hey, y/n?" He swiftly whispers, slowing down his pace. Yours brows drawn law with confusion and a little frustration at his expression change but you hum with a groan. He flips you around during the break he grants, your muscles shivering against the wall. His hands grip your hips, running his palm up and down repeatingly. You are so sensitive it leaves your head to fall forward on his shoulder.

"I don't want someone else touching you." He mutters, dropping his head between your neck and your shoulder. His breaths almost over volume his words as they vibrate through your skin.

You try your best to understand him and get through your foggy head but from the few words you catch on, he doesn't seem to be as angry. In fact, his skin is much hotter as it presses by your throat. You are almost sure it's the heat from his anger but take a another route once you take a look at his red ears. He is blushing, you think and finally, his cock pressed just on your clit forms a quiet moan from you. He is Still hard, throbbing so noticeably between your legs. 

"You know, I kind of like it when you are jealous." You confess. Speaking slowly to catch your breath while doing so. His breath hitches. 

You are not ready for the grin that takes over his mouth but feeling it stretch just above your skin, goosebumps Arises along your forearm. 

"The dress looked nice on you too."

You scoff, peering a flick of gaze at the floor to look at the ripped fabric. "Why would you rip-," his mouth engulfs yours in a wet kiss, messily moving in sync to plunge in a tongue. 

You gasp between his lips, his arms going around your back and pulling your Bare chest flush on his shirt. He is moaning with each taste of you he finds after a long exploring the same mouth, doing it breathlessly long. 

Your arms come around his neck while his hands go lower on your ass, forcing you closer. You make a pleased noise. 

Zoro:

After chugging down the last of the sake in his bottle, he snatched you off, throwing you over his shoulder and making his way inside a room, placing you in front of the bed. 

Your form stumbled, slipping from the floor and landing a little too harshly right on the bed. You flinched under his gaze as it roamed around every inch of you, drinking in your half bare thighs due to the short dress and halfly covered breasts. 

You could barely focus, sometimes seeing two zoro in front of you as a hallucination. You blinked repeatedly, the act helping to get rid of the headache and the affect of the alcohol.

"What the hell are you doing?" He spoke up, hovering over you with his arms crossed and one knee pressed between your thighs. 

Your muscle stiffens, flinching back but keeping Strain to meet his gaze. 

"I was talking." You simply reply, from what you can remember, your mouth was open, blabbering about something like always. Not new but what's he so mad about then? 

"Its not something bad." You add, narrowing your eyes and leaning your face closer to meet him head on. If he could act like this, then so can you.

"That's not all you were doing." He grits out, arms tightening and your attention diverts to the visible buldge forming on his biceps with thick veins. A lump stucks in front of your throat. You try to swallow.

"Oh yea, then please enlighten me with what else I was doing?" You are half serious and half mocking him but the aura around him reddens, annoyance flicking In the features of his face. 

Amusement gathers in you, confidence and boldness clashing with the nervous moral part of your head. He leaned his form closer, both your faces a breath apart.

"You asked him if he could fuck you." He deadpans.  

Your entire world freezes, eyes twitching wide and fingers now shifting in a fist. The nervousness floods in more. Shit. Shit. Damn you and all the alcohol.

"Um...." your eyes don't meet his, not much excuse for such ask and unloyalty. This time, you are skidding away as he comes forward, supporting his hands just beside your chest. Unlike you, when he drinks, he has never been in more control of himself.

Did he...at least say yes?..." a dry chuckle follows afterwards, trying to lighten up his anger and the atmosphere. You wanna slap yourself when it doesn't help and only makes his grit his teeth, one hand skating down to get hold of your thigh, gripping the flesh. 

"Good for him, he didn't." He says while keeping his palm bussy with your Leg. It slides dangerously up and down over your naked skin there, warm enough to make you shiver. 

"Unfortunately for you." His voice drops low. "A punishment is waiting."

You gulp, having a feeling to where this was going to end. "I was drunk okay, how-," he cocks his head, looking at you weirdly. 

"That's a bad girl." The hand on your thighs move right between your leg, cupping the insides. Your breath stirs away with your words, leaving the tip empty. Your head hits the bed softly, chest rising up and down in an uneven rythem. You bite your lip. 

"I can make it up to you." You offer, looking at the ceiling instead. Zoro's eyes narrow towards you but he is smirking, peering at you. 

When you hear nothing with/against it, you continue, only way you can find to get away from this situation with the both of you pleased. 

"I’ll be Good girl for the night and you can use me as you want." You are breathless when you finish, stopping the urge to clutch your heart. You do though spread your arms wide and parting your thighs as far to hot in your offer and basically Make it impossible for him to deny. 

You know you succeed when he crawls between them and his face right over your face, head tilted the slightest. 

"You'll be Good?"

Your fingers tangle up in his hair, bringing him down and he don't oppose when you hum in a agreement and seal the deal with a Kiss. The mark on his eyes is visibly dark enough to see along with the color of his hair. 

He pulls back, sitting back on his heels. "Take off your clothes." He rasps, breathing heavily. He doesn't have to tell you twice before you obey and gather the fabric from your thighs and bring it all over your head, body bare to him and the chill air. 

Zoro's already hard when you lay again and invite him with a large spread of your Bare thighs, his whole body free to do whatever he wants. The way he is gazing at you, you can't help but whimper for him to spread warmth in you. 

His entire palm grips one of your knee, keeping them on place so he can lower his head, his hot breath on you enough to make you squirm. You are whispering his name at the slowness in his movements, wanting to skip over his torture. He lets out a breathless chuckle, ignoring how light headed he is already feeling and the jumps of his cock.

He is only staring at first, admiring your already wet core, none of you morally stable he guessed and it made him so much desprate to lick up once over your clit. You suck a tremble gasp, your legs jolting under his hold. It makes him take a look at you, fingers pleading for a grip on the sheets that's a trouble to get.

you hear him groan from his place below you, his face between your thighs as you already start to grind down on his tongue. Heat courses in your stomach, tightening the knot inside you. 

Your thighs clench around him, needs them to press together but his fingers flex into the flesh of your hips every time your thighs tighten around his head. 

You groan again, head pressing deeper against the sheets as you hear him mumble something under his breath before he places himself back inside you, the low tone of his voice vibrating straight to your clit as your hips twitch from the sudden jolt of pleasure, your fingers tightening in the bed sheets as your hole clenches around his tongue. You cry out his name.

“Oh please- faster! Faster!" you shakily moan. 

He is pulling away momentarily to slide his fingers between your folds before stretching you out slowly and wider than you can probably take. It's making your hips jerk upwards with each felt touch inside your walls and the drag of his fingerspads that you grip them there.

He only pauses for a few seconds before lifting your legs up far towards your chest. Your chest struggles but he doesn't seem to care that it's harder to breath around the already heavy air.

Before any warning or whatsoever, his thumb flicks up a fierce Strike across your clit and it's not gently in anyway, making it actually hurt on your puffy folds. He groans with you, keeping your legs and hips in check just in case they are not in your control anymore. 

You are just trying to feel more of him but he rewards you with nothing than a brush. Though of course, why would he when he can easily slide in a forced finger. Your legs shake against your will, mouth can't help but be parted because both your lips are trembling.

"So full-," you groan. "F-feels good. Good. Ah- oh my-," 

He adds in a another fingers, swiping his thumb along your slick juice and messing you everywhere. You are left with a almost heart ache at the limitation of your breaths when he works up your clit. His thumb spreads the lips apart, a another orgasm pulling out of you. All your energy drains, not sure what to do or hold onto.

When you peer up at him through your fucked out bless, his eyes are right over yours, your hips instead meeting his own clothed hips and you are whimpering at the loss of contact before rubbing your wet pussy on the front of his pants. It doesn't even help a little, only making you more frustrated and sexually annoyed but the feeling is not for long when he bites down on your cheek, getting your full attention.

"Do you still want him to fuck you?" You are throbbing at the low grumble  muttered just above your lips, eyes barely open but enough to know he is looking directly to you with heavy intensity. You are very aware of the now tight grip formed on your hips just in case you are wrong.

"No! No! Only you-," you are gasping, more breaths than words coming out and Washing over. Your tongue skates a swipe on your dried lips.

He gives you a bite on the side of your throat. 

His tongue licks. "Good. Good girl." 

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[meruz]

im gonna reply to some asks but not that many bc the last time i tried to type up one of these posts i accidentally closed the tab and lost like several paragraphs so now im scared

lots of heavypaint questions

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its the fan tool on heavypaint!! which is a free drawing app that i love a lot. and the fan tool is my fave its kind of a crutch actually im trying to use other tools gkfdhgsdg but its so fun i can do a whole painting using it exclusively. heres a video of it in action while i mess w the configuration options. u can slide the noise jitter up and down so its more or less streaky hehe ^^

thank you!!! heavypaint ROCKS!!!!! I love it... its like the only art program ill be a shameless shill for lol

also im flattered you think of my art while playing splat...i should draw more splat i feel like i havent done enough.

my phone!! I have a samsung galaxy note 20 that I am still not done paying off LMAO.... but I've been a galaxy note user for years. combined with heavypaint its a shockingly good mobile sketchbook.

I'm sorry it's crashing on your tablet... I don't have a tablet so I don't really have an advice. Unfortunately because HP is a small dev app it can be kind of finicky... especially in between updates. I think if you reached out to vaughn ling/heavypoly he'd probably respond though! he seems to keep up with the community pretty well.

@hellisrealsign nice nice.. I'm glad our tastes match up a little! hopefully that means you don't mind my frequent fandom jumping LOL. I promise to always be true to my homestuck-loving infinity-train-loving self.

LMAOOOOOO I HOPE YOU HAD A GOOD TIME? (covered in blood)

idk is it worth it to read any shounen manga for female side characters?????? (??) HEAVILY DEBATABLE. on one hand the casual observer would say no but on the other hand femslash shippers are the strongest people on god's green earth and will endure great tortures for paltry table scraps.

I think mha is a good manga but it's still a shounen, some of the tropes they squeeze the girls into kind of suck. I can kind of put my annoyance aside because regardless im still a big fan of cool fight scenes and the power of friendship but I think your mileage will vary depending on how much tolerance you have for that kind of story...? There's an awful lot of chapters afterall. I will say this: though toga and ochako aren't the main characters they're not in the background either. the path of their relationship spans multiple arcs across the entire manga and is both plot relevant and relevant to the greater themes/thesis of the story. it's pretty clear that the mangaka and editorial team are dedicated to giving these characters the time and page space to play out. it's not perfect but thats better than a decent amount of big shounen femslash in my opinion? shrugs

Thank you! for both the compliments and the concern. but I want to assure you that... to be perfectly honest I don't think I'll ever stop posting my art regardless of AI. I don't want to make this into a hot take like this is an entirely personal opinion and I don't expect any other artists to share my position but: Everything about my art that I consider valuable is inherently impossible for AI to replicate and everything about my art that is replicable and monetizable is not something I'm interested in owning or protecting. (this is also why at the end of the day i dont really care that much about art theft, tracing etc. and i think 90% of the time style theft is just silly)

I believe art should be freely shared and to restrict that is to make art into a product which is morally despicable and moreover uninteresting... to me. lol. I DO RECOGNIZE HOWEVER I'm very lucky to have both more of an online audience than I even want + a fulltime job that takes the pressure off any of my other art to make money. it's totally valid for other artists to have differing opinions on this especially depending on personal circumstances. AND also I make art that is primarily a product above all else for work everyday so im a hypocrite but. yeah thats my two cents.

I love posting art online LOL. I do it because its fun for me.

HAPPY NEAR YEAR!!!!!!!!!11111111

#ask #woof

[i-sveikata]

In the series, KimChay never get back together. Kim apologises through a song he has written, but Chay does not accept it. In the novel, they got back together but it is a very toxic relationship. In VP special novel, he locks and rapes Chay after they got back together because of jealousy issues. Then Chay befriends Macau and they got closer. Though I do not know if they had anything romantic because I dropped the novel 😭

I really like your approach on character. Especially when I realised Kinn wanted to control Porsche because his dad always had a control on him, in his family everything was under his dad’s radar and choices. Korn locked his sister in a room for years to take control of the situation, it is only natural Kinn has the same approach in his relationship.

Whereas Vegas’s only purpose to please Pete and to be able to do that he is ready to do anything. He has changed a lot, he has been working to a lot to be someone whom Pete likes a lot. He doesn’t mind to be someone else as long as he can please Pete. In any way. The way he feels like he can’t contribute to his relationships with Pete if he can’t have sex with him is a bit concerning, I am glad they will address this issue in the upcoming chapters. I really hope to see more Vegas pov :)

Pete, on the other hand, thinks he is not deserving “love” is very interesting. I believe it was his dad or mom? made him believe he is not capable of that. Maybe losing his mother made him believe whoever he loves, leaves him. It’s a good thing that Vegas has a lot of love to share with him :)

I have also realised that I can’t feel sad for Kinn at all. Whatever happens to him, he deserves it. Because every character in this story is ready to change or adjust themselves for the people they love. But he flat out refuses that, even though he is being told the truth all the time. He ignores the reality, he thinks himself above everyone (that’s because his dad made him believe so I know) but his arrogance is still so juvenile. I hope somebody (hopefully pete) humbles him and teaches him a lesson. Because after him locking Pete while his boyfriend was fighting for his life was a cruelty I did not expect from him, not this extent at least. Pete saved his ass many many times. I wonder what would happen if Vegas knew what Kinn did lmao.

omg that happened in the book??? what thats so dark i didnt know that. aw chay and macau befriending each other!!! that sounds sweet i hope they could be good friends or good lovers then!

oh thank you!!! oh man yeah like if they've been treated a certain way their whole lives its not surprising theyre trying to recreate the same dynamic again but ouch!! painful to see!!

oh yeah we are going to understand that vegas has a lot more insecurities than obviously pete was picking up from his POV. i think there are some elements of himself that vegas is just as good as hiding from pete and everyone else, as pete is with his own hidden depths and feelings.

yes pete definitely got most of that from his dad i think there is a similar vein with both his and vegas' relationships with their fathers which is the 'not being good enough' idea and the ways their fathers tried to make them feel like failures or undeserving. petes understanding of love is as weakness in a way too, because he never really understood why his mother would take him and leave but then they always went back in the end. part of his fear about admitting to his feelings is admitting to the idea of needing someone else. pete knows how to lean on people but he feels the most comfortable being self sufficient and thats why the idea of love frightens him. but youre so right vegas does have a lot of love to share!! and i do think he can show pete the ways in which it could make them stronger

ohh yeah kinn is a very clear example of a person set in their ways, who has let themselves become rigid and stagnant to their detriment. but also yes his father has laid down the importance of power and his understanding of that means not letting anyone else overpower him or his choices or decisions which is why he cant listen to counsel or take in feedback or other dissenting opinions. all of these are threats to his entire identity. he doesn’t know how to let go and not be in control (and if he ever does step back and try its going to be a very long and difficult road for him) but yeah he really hasnt come off too great in this story. omg murder is the answer to that, vegas would want to murder him again if he found out what he did to pete. but who knows if pete is going to tell him ;)

#fic asks #ill fill the graveyards until i have you #rape tw

[coockie8]

Hmm. Hopefully it makes sense later, everything is all good,

feel free to move on whenever you want, as youre obviously always allowed to do,

but im just gonna try one more thing if thats ok,

If you buy a loaf of bread for a dollar in the states, it would be a buck thirty five in canada, without it costing less.

A Canadian dollar is worth 3/4ish of the loaf of bread, while an American dollar is worth the whole loaf

372usd is worth 372 loaves of bread

500cad is worth 372 loaves of bread

So each individual Canadian dollar is gets you less in terms of bread than each American dollar, because each dollar is worth less.

The cad number is bigger because it takes more dollars to buy the same thing, (due to each dollar being worth less.)

Ill get off your ass now though lol, (and just to be clear, again, this is meant to all be in a positive tone.)

Okay, no actually this really helps haha I understand what you're saying now. And I was right, my brain did exactly what I said it did; when I order things from the states, I pay more than the price shown because I live in Canada, and it adjusts for the conversion, so I just spat out a random higher number, because I always spend more than I expect to when I order from the states lol

I literally just used that expectation and didn't actually convert anything, just raised the number lmao

#like I said #math's not my strong suit haha

[greydiminishing]

After hours of "Organize your life with google calendar!" and "How to task batch" yt videos, this is the timeblock schedule i've come up with:

This is just for week 1, then i'll tweak anything thats not working and fill in week 2, and iterate that for the next 5 weeks.

I have to remember that this is a guideline, its not my day set in stone, and its not the end of the world if i go off schedule. This is for when im like "ive been scrolling tiktok for 15 minutes, what should i actually be doing rn? Oh yeah, its my study x block". This is a loose schedule and i dont want to stress myself out trying to follow it exactly, eat exactly at the set times, go to bed exactly at the set time, etc.

At the same time though, im feeling upset that I havent really gotten any "real work" done yet and its already 1:45 on tuesday. Today I've showered (*let me make it clear that I added "shower" last minute as a reminder that i really needed a shower this morning, and also to test how long it'll take me for future timeblocking needs. I don't/won't only shower if its scheduled in my calendar lmao), had breakfast, and walked the dog. I had 3 tasks i needed to get done in my task items block, and didnt do any of them. Well, 25% of one task, then got stuck on hold for 20 minutes.

I even took my adderall this morning after breakfast, hoping it would help me want to get stuff done, but it didnt. I just watched twitch vods and stressed out about the tasks i wasn't doing. I was really optimistic about today too! I thought I was gonna be SO productive. I sigh a heavy sigh, check my to do list, close my to do list, and continue watching twitch, feeling like a lazy failure that will never be hardworking and driven enough to not be a lazy failure. And kind of sleepy too, even at 11 in the morning.

Only now, after walking the dog am i starting to feel the effects of the adderall kick in. Starting to feel slightly more motivated and no longer intimidated by the tasks i need to complete. I wonder if it wouldve kicked in faster had I taken it before eating instead of after? Maybe I should take it first time after waking up.

Hopefully I'll get the tasks done, get my exam done, and i'll just have to have a bit less time for learning react tonight.

#journal

[tflaw]

ngl everything thoma related rlly just gets me blushing giggling n twirling my hair like .. HAJSSK i am soooo normal abt him ava i totally do not read thoma fics before i sleep i swear to god !! 🙏 if u say he sings YES HE DOES !! HE IS PERFECT

+ one thing that rlly amplified my curiosity abt dottore is what nahida said abt him ngl !! iirc she said "he never felt a sense of belonging" and "he never made peace w himself" which is probably why the segments he himself made dont get along despite all of them being him in different timelines :(( quite sad if u ask me but he did so many irredeemable stuff so ... 💀💀 im very curious abt him and how dottore became dottore fr !! i need more dottore lore hmrnhmr

+ pls i was scared of keqing too 💔 but i managed !! she is sooo worth getting she's amazing <33 now im kinda playing around w summons !! i used fischl, collei, and xiangling together and it was fun !! it's just the summons doing all the work for u 😭

+ oooh good luck !! the inside of that artifact domain is sooo pretty i dont mind camping in there HSJA i hope u get better rolls fr bc getting def over and over is just straight up disheartening :// literally happened to both of nahida and thoma's em circlets pls seeing it hurts me sm that i went back to the gilded domain LMAO but clearing it up has been waaay easier now that my burgeon team is coming together !! i once cleared it under 40 secs and im like huh ?? they're all underleveled ?? 😭 i still havent resolved thoma's energy issues though so i'll have to work on that aaa he better cooperate w me rn i am on my knees begging

+ nauurr i hope u get satisfactory results though !! may not be perfect but at least it's not bad !! get ur mind to rest and take a break for now ♥️ u deserve it

i don’t blame u thoma is so babygirl !! idk i just have this feeling that he somehow can belt these songs and it’s so attractive to me <33

+ he’s got a closet full of bones and a curiosity thats never been sated !! we know pierro got him to join the harbingers but i wanna know what his life was before??? i think we’re getting it in a few patches !! hopefully though bcos im so excited for his lore :,))

+ help diluc and ayaka have been saving my ass in tcg !! i played a bit last night and i managed to beat xingqui + diluc !! i need to work on my supports’ cards but i’m slowly building them up. it rly all depends on the summons 😭 like luckily i got wgs and crimson witch for diluc almost every time and he does so well w melt ugh 😩

+ it is!! but it takes me a while to finish it since i don’t bring kazuha anymore for cc <//3 and i wanna level up layla’s friendship lvl!! i manage to farm enough for her last night and she’s lvl 70 :,)) i wish there was an f2p option for her weapon w hp stats bcos im never gonna pull for the key of khaj-nisut <//3 i got crit dmg circlet from kuni’s set but… 3x it rolled in def so <//3 i just know that domain will be hell since i haven’t got a decent piece— not even a flower!! when i usually get decent flower every time i farm a domain for the first time !! also good luck on ur burgeon team!! 40 seconds is amazing :,)) thoma’s rly shining ever since sumeru !! i hope you better rng on ur artifacts farming <33

+ thank you!! i just wanna relax and worry about it tbh i know i did decent so i’m quite confident :,))

#xoxo: ai. #✉️: hotmail.

[spooky-day]

since ill be able to play sims 3 on my mac early next year yall can bet your asses im finally gonna do a sims 3 legacy on here

#non sims #sims 3 #im so EXCITED #hopefully the game wont fuck up after like 5 generations though #since thats what happened once i hit 5-6th gen #the save file always broke #i can finally play and edit screenshots on one computer #hopefully itll run on my macbook alright though lmaoshsshjd #im clearing up space so i can have all the cc from my other computer on here #literally if this actually works #then i wont need a new computer lmao

[alygatorwrites]

can I request a lil something? during the end of the manga or after the timeskip if you haven't read it yet, reiner still has feelings for historia and reader has one-sided feelings for him.

pieck gives reiner a small hint, saying he's wasting time while there's someone close to him that cares for him and points to you. he doesn't understand at first and maybe is conflicted about his feelings for you because of historia. reader is cool about it as she doesn't expect him to reciprocate her feelings.

a rollercoaster of emotions later, maybe there is a happy ending tho? i am curious to see what you can come up with 😭😭 i have dreaming of this scenario before bed and i can't help but get jealous of his crush on historia abjdsndks maybe you can help reiner reciprocate reader-chan's feelings or not

thank u so much aly 💖🥺

reciprocation

pairing: reiner braun x reader

a/n: OMG yesss! honestly, i was kinda annoyed at how reiner still had a crush on historia. i know that isayama wanted to show how everything went back to normal, but i was hoping that reiner would have a bigger role in the allied nations instead of being "dumbed down" to having an obsession with her. MAYBE THATS JUST THE JEALOUSY SPEAKING LMAO 😭 i was hoping this would be longer, although school has been killing me so im really sorry!! i hope its okay 💗💕 thank you honey!

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as reiner is handed historia’s letter, you fold your hands on the table and watch him without a word. when he reads the lines and smells the parchment - jean saying something snarky afterward - you say nothing.

you want reiner to be happy: you want to see him at ease like this more, face soft as the leaf of the page flits from his pinched fingers.

and so you let the man speak about historia like she’s a damn goddess, gushing over her handwriting, and keep your goddamn mouth shut. ignore your jealousy. your feelings.

the truth is, you’re in love with reiner.

you can’t even remember how it happened, but you can remember the first time you looked into those hazel eyes, and how you knew that they were going to stick with you for eternity.

you’ve come to accept his crush on the queen, though. reciprocation was never an option in your mind.

when jean begins to chew reiner out for lusting after a married woman, and reiner says something about jean being a horse, pieck’s gaze lands on you. “you’re rather quiet,” she says softly, resting her head on her palm.

you shrug, turning away from her. “i’m just tired.”

pieck catches your chin between her lithe fingers, and turns you to face her with a tiny smile. the young woman is very perceptive, and you’ve known her long enough. 

that’s when you notice the twinkle in her eye. she’s planning something.

pieck releases your jaw then, sitting up in her chair. “you’re wasting your time, reiner,” she says suddenly. “there’s already someone you know who cares for you.”

you pretend to not hear pieck - and definitely pretend you don’t see her faintly point at you through your peripheral. the movement of her fingers is barely there, but you catch it.

damn you, pieck.

the way you’re now pinned underneath armin, jean, connie, and reiner’s stares makes your stomach tie itself into knots with bubbling reluctance. shit, this is awkward. you want to run away.

still, you peer over to study reiner’s reaction. he looks confused at first, the contours of his face unreadable. you swear you see connie facepalm at the man’s cluelessness.

then reiner’s expression slowly changes: his eyes widen in awe, lips parting slightly, and brows knitting together. he seems genuinely surprised - and conflicted.

conflicted? why?

there’s no time to explain yourself though, because the door creaks open and annie steps in. her words fall on your deaf ears, and when everyone stands up to leave, you’re the first one out of the room. work beckons you as always.

two days pass.

you’ve been busy filling out tons of paperwork pertaining to the allied nations, so when you’re finally given a day off, you take it with open arms. 

freedom at last.

you lean against a bench outside of headquarters, enjoying the salty breeze that flutters along your skin. it’s dusk, the sky covered in a gradient of neon colors as the sun dips below the horizon.

you haven’t seen reiner since that day in the conference room. you wonder how he’s doing, what he’s thinking, how he’s holding up -

“hey.”

speak of the devil. you glance over your shoulder toward the voice, low and familiar.

reiner approaches you, clad in his uniform: the suit hugs his large frame perfectly, showing every flex of his muscles, and his blonde hair is neatly parted. the black tie looped around his neck just pulls it all together. it has you weak at the knees every. single. time.

“hey,” you answer, giving reiner a smile as he stops beside you.

and that’s when your heart lurches at the sight of him.

the sunset highlights reiner’s profile in gold, a heavenly shine that settles upon his blonde lashes and the flawless slope of his nose. the flecks in his irises sparkle – a beautiful mixture of soft browns and muted greens. the only thing you can do right now is admire the man. 

his words are what breaks you out of your daydream.

“work has been crazy lately, huh?” reiner says, focused on the candy-floss clouds and their fluffy shapes.

“well - yeah, pretty much. i don’t want to look at a pen or a piece of paper ever again.”

“that bad?”

“you have no idea. i almost regret marley and paradis reconciling.”

reiner chuckles gently at the joke, but it’s strained. his forehead remains creased, and he’s not really smiling. the emotion there is more … doubtful. it’s like he’s having some sort of inner conflict.

hopefully reiner’s not acting cautious because of the other day. you know he doesn’t return your feelings, and that’s totally okay. you’re happy enough being with him like this. “i’m not mad or anything, y’know.”

reiner stiffens at that. there’s a white flash of teeth when he chews on his lower lip. “i know.”

“good,” you hum, breathing out a sigh of relief. your core twists with envy when you force a grin. bite it back. tease him like always. “so about historia … ”

reiner’s eyes go wide almost comically, and you hear the breath in his lungs leave his firm chest in one exhale. there’s a light blush staining his cheeks now. it’s funny; he’s so goddamn big, yet he’s such a teddy bear.

“y-yeah,” reiner mutters. you observe the way his brows pinch together as he awkwardly shifts in place. it takes a while before the man composes himself again, which is strange.

is he scared or something? what the hell?

“pieck,” reiner hesitates for a moment. the golden strands of his hair ruffle in the wind and he appears ... well, lost. “was she being serious?”

the question is a shocker - jeez, he could have at least let you prepare yourself. a firm ‘no’ almost slips out, but you’ve never been much of a liar. not to reiner, anyway. crossing your arms against your chest, you inhale sharply and nod. avoid staring at him face-to-face. “yep.”

“ … why me?”

reiner says the words with a mixture of spite and anguish, a casual and rumbling voice. you immediately turn your head, frowning. “what?”

“i’ve done so many horrible things.” reiner exhales heavily and stares down at his hands; perhaps he’s imagining all the blood they’ve been stained with. “i betrayed everyone. i killed innocent people - all because i was selfish.”

it’s no surprise that reiner is broken after everything he’s been through, but it pains you to know that he continues to suffer in silence. whatever war is raging inside his ribcage tears him apart piece by piece, and you wish you could carry the burden. 

there’s probably nothing you can say to convince reiner that he was just a kid, a victim of circumstance. there’s nothing that can persuade him to see himself the way you do.

so you decide to tell reiner why you love him. 

you explain the amount of admiration you hold for him. tell him that you love the way he just wants to be someone his comrades can lean on, like a big brother. tell him that you think he’s the most gorgeous person you’ve ever seen and how you think he deserves the world.

the way you spill your guts out snaps every nerve in your body. you don’t say everything you want to – but you tell him enough. a dark flush spreading across your face, you find the courage to look at him.

the world seems to stop on its axis when you find reiner staring right on back. the intensity of his eyes is stunning; they’re lit up with astonishment and affection.

god, the affection. you see it clear as day. maybe one of the greatest regrets in his life is how he forced himself to see you only as a friend.

that’s when he reaches out to you.

reiner retracts his hand twice, unsure, before slowly brushing his fingertips against yours. the touch is so feather-light that you almost can’t feel it. it’s a test - he’s waiting to see if you pull away. you can’t even move if you wanted to, because his fond gaze keeps you rooted to the spot before him. 

when you don’t recoil, reiner finally moves to gently hold your hand; his palm is so much bigger than yours, and your fingers slot together perfectly, like a jigsaw puzzle’s final piece. 

heart thrumming like a hummingbird has been stuffed into your chest, you’re almost at a loss for words and come to a realization.

this utterly amazing man likes you. always has. 

but reiner shoved away the feelings for one simple reason; you deserved ‘better.’ focusing on the old crush he had on historia was a distraction - an attempt to convince himself to stop thinking about you.

because looking at you everyday and not being able to act upon his feelings was too painful.

“is this okay?” reiner asks lowly. there’s a slight pinkness to his cheeks, the color of a selfless love.

by some miracle, you manage to nod dumbly. “yeah, of course. it’s fine.” it’s amazing is what you actually want to say.  

reiner squeezes your hand at the reassurance, a sigh escaping from his throat. “i really—”

you wait for him to finish, but he doesn’t. reiner just searches your profile for signs of discomfort, and then untwines your hands to bravely swipe a thumb along the length of your cheekbone. 

there’s no time to speak because he’s already leaning down.  

the sensation of reiner’s lips pressing against yours lights your skin ablaze; you can feel the curling flames of passion sear your soul, made even more intense by the warmth of the sunlight on your back.

it’s natural, it’s tender, it’s warm.

reiner’s breath rattles into your mouth when you rest both palms against his solid chest and deepen the kiss. the musky smell of his aftershave and cologne envelops you completely, and fuck, it’s so good. your arms wrap around him, fingers passing over the sharp slopes of his shoulder blades.

as much as you wish the kiss could go on endlessly, there are people gathering outside. avoiding any unwanted attention from nosy strangers is very much appreciated.

you pull away to nuzzle your nose into reiner, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, protective arms moving to loop around your waist. it’s such an intimate caress that it sparks your brain into overdrive.

as the rushing sound of the breeze comes back to your ears through the quiet, you tuck the kiss away to be remembered forever. that’s all there is to it. being close to reiner like this - swaying together like wildflowers in the wind - is more important than anything else.

“i like you,” reiner murmurs.

the suddenness of it makes you laugh, and you can feel the upward quirk of reiner’s lips - a whisper of a peaceful smile and a sweet, sweet promise.

#timeskip reiner still sexy asf #I just wanna hug and kiss him ugh #reiner braun x reader #reiner x reader #aot x reader #attack on titan fanfiction #snk x reader #reiner braun #reiner x you #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin

[hollowpurpl]

im losing my mind.

@saintobio since you just noticed my little post about my smol theory, i am taking this opportunity.

@saintobio you are extremely good at making playlists. i remember listening to the sincerely not playlist, and gurl i could picture everything that happened on sn whenever i listen to that playlist so i have TONS of theories about sy based on the playlist

my mind is overflowing right now. on my piles of theories i chose to talk about the song "see you later"

see you later

so the lyrics goes like "you just broke my heart even though you promised you'd never do that from the start, but i guess we could only make it so far"

i think it indicates y/n breaking toji's heart, toji breaking y/n's heart or utahime (well i guess)

then it goes like "cause time wasn't in our favour, this isn't goodbye, this is simply a see you later"

the playlist name is 'recollecting memories with gojo satoru' so i wouldnt be surprised if this meant them breaking up

then it goes "let me know when its time to come back, maybe when your life is on track and you don't have to hesitate, hopefully it isnt too late"

i think this might indicate toji giving y/n space because he thinks that y/n is getting a tad bit confused because after all, it has only been 3 years since gojo happened.

"luckily for you, im patient, im okay with your making me wait, and as long as your near, i'll be here, even if it takes ten years"

this might indicate toji or satoru waiting for y/n, but i highly doubt this is about satoru because of the amnesia (but its possible). but maybe he thinks about this before the amnesia incident

THEN IT GOES "cant fall in love, when i found the one, how am i supposed to move on, when you're never really too far gone"

SATORU CANT MOVE ON. THATS WHAT IT MEANS

"the memories won't go away, i feel pain everytime i hear your name, but i always think of you the same"

satoru being broken. broken satoru.

then the song just repeats its lyrics over and over again. ending with "even if it takes ten years, even if it takes ten years"

it might hint that satoru is willing to wait for y/n, or it might be toji willing to give y/n space and as much time to clear her head, hoping that when he comes back to y/n, it's not too late (THIS MIGHT ALSO BE THE CASE FOR SATORU THO)

this scheme of confusion revolves with most of the songs in the playlist such as 'lover, please stay', 'never the 1' or 'traitor'.

basically the confusion just surrounds around toji, satoru, y/n and utahime.

i just wanted to share my thoughts (or rather confusion) on the matter. saint if you're reading this im praying to you. i trust that this story will go well because u wrote it lmao ilysm

(i wrote this on a laptop so i hope i dont sound monotonous)

#series: sincerely not #sincerely yours #sincerely not #saintobio #gojo satoru angst

[extravaguk]

santa&prada

part of my opposites attract! series. 

ksj / knj / myg / jhs / kth / jjk

pairing: rich!jimin x reader

summary: Yeah, Park Jimin most likely didn't even realize he was being a rude and disrespectful son of a bitch.

wordcount: 5k

genre: smut - angst(? - fluff (? idk u tell me

rated: m 

warnings: a christmas fic in late november, cursing, a huge misunderstanding lmao, i call jimin ‘park jimin’ too many times bc i felt like it, car sex, oral (f recieving), some good ole spanking, (kinda) rough and unprotected sex, a lil of dirty talk, spit kink. thats about it. just an excuse to write jimin fucking you in a car. jimin is not as bad as oc thinks srsly.

The first time you meet Park Jimin is through mutual friends. On a firday night on December, with white, red and green lights decorating the streets of New York, filled with the typical hustle of the masses doing last minute Christmas shopping, the freezing weather impacting your body temperature, cursing yourself for choosing tights, a skirt and heeled boots that are too pretty but too uncomfortable to wear.

You had never considered yourself a particular enthusiast of Christmas festivities. You guess discovering Santa Claus was, actually, your parents before the rest of the kids in your class was one of the many reasons that made you grow up too soon and therefore, not allowing you to fully enjoy the month of December. Or maybe it had nothing to do with Santa, and more to do with your parents deciding to get a divorce a day before Christmas Eve. A traumatic event for seven year old you, but completely forgotten and overcome by twenty-four year old present you.

Growing up each Christmas suffering the consecuences of a shared custody would have probably had a disastrous effect on anybody else, but not you. Although the separation was a tough reality to accept at first, fortunately your parents were always capable of raising you in an environment full of love and affection, just like any other kid. And you prided yourself on having moved on from those circumstances a long time ago (even if your therapist disagreed and blamed many of your behaviors on it. Whatever.)

To put it simply, December was just not the month for you. It was just another month, like the remaining eleven of the year, except Mariah Carey's voice was heard every five minutes everywhere you'd go and people gave each other presents as if it was only during that time of the year when they remembered their loved ones. 

The only thing you could thank Christmas for were the well deserved two weeks of holidays our work allowed until the new year's arrival. Fifteen days of rest, peace and baking those gingerbread cookies that Seokjin died for and that you sincerely denoted as nauseating.

You truly had no idea what exactly you did wrong that night. You don't know if it was something you said, or something you did, but what you did know was that Park Jimin pursued a silent and personal vendetta against you that continued nowadays.

"Here are your disgusting cookies, you filthy animal." it might have been that very first sentence you said when you entered the bar and reunited with your friends that didn't cause a good impression. "Shit, it's cold as fuck. My nipples are harder than my life." or maybe it was your selection of words while you waved every familiar face hello until you stopped to look at the only (pretty. too pretty, as well) one you had never seen before.

"_____, it's Chrismtas! Santa Clause will only bring you a lump of coal if you keep cursing like that!" Lisa laughed while she kissed your cheek and made space for you to sit next to her. "Oh, by the way, this is Jimin. A friend of Namjoon. He's a newbie!"

Park Jimin was stunning, you had no trouble admitting that. You weren't blind, you weren't stupid, and you could go as far as theorize that his dark eyes, his light and always immaculate styled hair, his sharp jawline and those plump lips as red as cherries must have been sculpted by Satan himself.

Fuck, you were even sure you'd be on your knees in front of Park Jimin in an alternative universe begging for his dick inside your mouth. But in the universe where you and the real Park Jimin reside, he would never come near you unless somebody was aiming a gun into his skull.

You're not precisely sure what it was, but a brief exchange of glances and an evasive and sligh shake of hands with Park Jimin was enough to make you feel ashamed and withdrawn for the rest of the night.

If Jimin wasn't even able to drop a polite "Nice to meet you", he sure as hell wasn't able to pretend you even existed.

Even the small talk you had tried to engaged with him about his shiny pair of shoes went terribly wrong.

"Oh, are those Dolce and Gabbana?"

"Dolce and Gabbana are homphobic, racist and sexist, so no" the grimace on his face should've been enough to make you regret speaking to him in the first place , but the snarky voice of his made you want to run away and hide from him until next Christmas.

In reality, you swore you didn't care. Seriously. Other's opinions were never something that could easily bother you or keep you awake at night. You had always turned a deaf ear to the cruel children that made fun of you due to your parent's divorce, you had always ignored the amount of men that never considered you "ladylike" enough (what the fuck did that even mean, anyway? what exactly made a lady and what didn't?), and you had always disregarded any envous comment surrounding you.

So, fuck Park Jimin! You had said to yourself. He's just a well mannered rich boy. Somebody who didn't resemble you in any aspect. A stupid, pretentious, spoiled boy who's had everything he's ever wanted in the palm of his hand, unlike you. Who the fuck cares what Park Jimin thinks? 

But apparently, you did. 

You would have never placed such importance to whatever it was that roamed inside Jimin's head if his appearances in your group of friends hadn't been so recurrent.

Because each time you were forced to see Jimin's face, you were also forced to experience a strange knot of discomfort and humilliation growing in your stomach in his mere presence. It's not like Jimin did anything specific to make you feel that way. He might not even do it on purpose, or his intentions might not be entirely evil. Maybe he simply didn't realize how he always avoided being by your side like the plague, or how his body immediately tensed and he balled his hands into fists everytime you were less than two feet away from him, or how he would look at you from the corner of his eye everytime you decided you speak, almost as if he was waiting for you to shut up to finally let out the air he was containing inside his lungs in relief.

Yeah, Park Jimin most likely didn't even realize he was being a rude and disrespectful son of a bitch.

And with time, you couldn't help but attribute that disdain and hostility that Park Jimin always directed at you to the many undeniable differences that constituted each of you. Park Jimin, with his impeccable and always well ironed Prada shirts, his spotless trousers, jewelry that probably costed more than three of your annual salaries, and always emanating that Givenchy fragance that screamed "wealth!" every rare occasion you could experiment his presence next to you. Exactly two years after that first meeting with Park Jimin, you hadn't been able to avoid reciprocating that feeling of contempt towards him. Not when you were the only victim of his arrogance. Everybody loved Park Jimin, and Park Jimin loved everyone. 

Except you.

Clinging to your glass of Don Pérignon and finishing the rest of the liquid in one go, you try to snap out of your own thoughts, reminding yourself to return to the conversation you're currently having with Taehyung about a pretty waitress that he's met during one of his art exhibitions (or at least that's what you think you caught him say) and forcing yourself by all means to stop observing the friendly and kind smiles that Park Jimin was shooting to those present from across the room and that you will never be able to achieve. 

"_____? Are you even listening to me, darling?" Taehyung's voice is what makes you finally look away from the dumb blond standing on the opposite side of the room, blinking a few times before clearing your throat. 

"Sorry, Tae." letting out a sigh, you try to brush back and put in place the strand of hair that escaped the intricate hairdo you had tried and so miserably failed to do yourself to try to fit in and hopefully impress such environment of preppy and privilaged people (ahem, Park Jimin)  falling on your forehead as best as you can. "Just been really stressed this week and I'm on another planet. You know how I feel about Christmas. I think I need a new flute of . Or five."

Taehyung sends you a look full of empathy and places one of his hands in your shoulder, squeezing lightly in a comforting way. "I'll get you another one. I'll be right back." You quickly interrupt him though, to prevent him from standing up before you.

"No, really. I'll go. I need some fresh air anyways, if you don't mind." And of course Taehyung doesn't mind, so you get on your feet as graceously as your tipsy state allowed you to (who told you it was a good idea to drink three glasses in less than thirty minutes of the extremely expensive champagne Taehyung had brought to the Christmas party he had organized and why did it convince you it would appease your anxiey?) and make your way towards the table where the rest of the bottles are. A table dangerously close to the conversation Jimin and that friend of Lisa (whose name you don't remember) were having.

Both are with their backs turned and, honestly, you take a silent moment to thank God or whatever is up there because the last thing you need right now is yet another awkward interaction with Jimin, so you try as best as you can to refill your glass of champagne to get out of there as soon as possible, praying to make your exit going unnoticed.

But no. Because the stars and the universe loved to align to make you suffer! They love to play with your karma and they love making you damn that one day you didn't help that lady cross the street. They love making you regret buying those plastic straws. They love making you feel guilty for hacking your neighbour's Wifi when you run out of money to pay for yours. Because the moment you try to take a hold of the bottle in your hands, it slips out of your grasp, and you're watching in slow motion how the sparkling berverage ends up spilling all over the extremely expensive (or so you assume. Balenciaga maybe) suit pants Park Jimin decided to wear that night.

Everything is kind of blurry and you can't even hear anything. You can only watch as Park Jimin turns around, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, until his eyes find you, the bane of his existance and immediately recognizing the culprit of his now drenched piece of clothing. And you can watch as, once again, his gaze turns almost black and narrow lightly as to reprimend you for what you've caused. But of course he doesn't say a word. He has nothing to say. He doesn't even look surprised. No. Because obviously, Park Jimin knew that if there was somebody in this room willing to ruin his night, it would be you, and only you.

"Shit!" you're the first one to break the strained silence, but that only makes Jimin flinch. "Shit, shit, shit. I'm so fucking dumb! J-Jimin, I'm so sorry, let me just go grab a paper tow-"

"Don't." his voice cuts through you. Literally cuts through you. Because it's not often that Park Jimin decides to aim his words at you, but everytime he does it holds the same frigid tone. Like knives trying to painfully stab your being. "Just, don't."

In reality, you don't know a lot of things and you don't know what causes what happens next. You don't know if it's the specific time of the year, you don't know if it's your internal stress, or if it's Park Jimin, his voice, or the fact that he will never like you. But it's instant. They way something compresses your chest, and suddenly your eyes are not glaced by the alcohol but by something wet that threatens to flow. You would never admit to anyone they're tears.

So, shutting your mouth and swallowing the uncomfortable feeling of anguish in your throat, leaving your flute forgotten on the table and grabbing the bottle instead. Without saying a word, your feet start moving up the stairs of the ridiculously enourmous house Taehyung owns towards the first free and empty balcony you can find. Free of people and free of Park Jimin.

Closing the large window behind you, you allow yourself to close your eyes and take a deep breath; the icy temperature outside immediately welcoming you. Although the hairs on your arm stand up and you know you're probably going to catch a cold (because the dress you've chosen for the dinner is not at all appropiate for such winter climate), at least the tension in your body seems to disappear while oxygen keeps that ugly feeling in your heart at bay from continuing to choke you.

With shaky hands, you take a big gulp straight from the champagne bottle. Fuck Park Jimin. No man will ever have the power to make you feel what you're feeling right now.  Fuck Park Jimin. And fuck his beautiful face and his ability to make you tremble and fear looking like an idiot. Fuck his fancy clothes and his perfect manicured hands and his marvelous but frigthening presence. 

Knock knock.

The sound makes you jump back from the window, hand grasping your chest while you turn around, coming face to face with the man in question.  Your first instinct is to ignore him. But that thought is already out of the way when it's him the one who struggles with the window lock before opening and taking a step towards you. You step back as he steps in, raising your head up high and puffing your chest. Because your second instinct is to tell Park Jimin to go fuck himself.

"_____, I would like to-"

"You would like to what?" Jimin looks taken aback at your harshness. Alcohol has always been a weapon of mass destruction in your system, provoking words to flow too easily and without filter out of your mouth, more than they already do when you're sober. Especially when it's mixed with the frustration you've been harboring inside of you for two years. That's why when the words start to come out, they won't stop. "To make me feel like shit one more time? To look at me with that fucking conceited face trying to make me feel like you're better than me? Or would you like to ignore me once again as you always do everytime we're in the same fucking room to make sure I know you hate my mere existance, even if it's just the two of us right now?"

The steam leaving your lips due to the accelerated beat of your heart blurs his face for an instant while he looks at you dumbfounded. The silence and his expression makes you scoff, an acidic smile adorning your face while you take another sip of your drink because even with such a stupid face, he still looks delectable with his white shirt and ruined pants. You turn around, removing a tear that you hadn't even realized had fallen during your speech and that, frankly, you were hoping he hadn't either. You would blame it on the cold, anyway.

This time, a gust of wind running through you from head to toe, making you forget of Park Jimin's presence looming behind you, reminding you it's still December and the fabric of your dress is doing nothing to conceal you from the cold.

But before you can do anything about it and blame yourself for being dumb and not taking your coat with you before deciding to step into balcony, Park Jimin surprises you once again, this time by placing his navy blue blazer over the naked skin of your arms.

Your back straightens when you feel his warm breath caressing the back of your neck, at the same time that a voice you have never heard Park Jimin use with you echoes in your ears.

"I really don't hate you, _____. I..." Jimin wets his lips. His body trembles, but it's not due to lacking his own coat, while his brain hurriedly searches for words eloquent and adequate enough to explain voice his thoughts. "I like you very much, _____."

Scoffing again while you shake your head, you push down with all your inner strenght the incipent fluttering of butterflies in your stomach that Jimin has managed to cause in just a matter of seconds. It's probably the longest sentence you've heard from him in two years, and you don't exactly understand why your body is reacting the way it is. But you're also not willing to give Park Jimin the satisfaction of knowing that. He doesn't deserve it anyway. So with all the courage you can muster, you turn around with your hands clenching.

And even though being at such short distance from Jimin is a bit overwhelming and unexpected for you, the irritation still making your blood bubble is enough to not let a man as handsome as him derail you from your current circumstances.

"Well, fuck you Park Jimin. You certainly have a funny fucking way to sh-" his hands cradling your jaw that pull you closer to him and his lips that silent you roughly, but with surprising care. Only for a moment. A moment in which your body betrays you and make you melt into hir warmth. But his voice, low and sinfully husky, murmurs against your lips. 

"God, that mouth of yours..." he goes back to attacking your own lips, this time more firm than before, snatching a sigh from you. The sound has his tongue asking for permission into your mouth, and with your body betraying you once again, you part your lips to allow him in. It's him who whimpers this time, while one of his hand moving until it reaches the bottle in your hand and letting it drop carelessly onto the floor, ignoring the sound of glass shattering and the future scolding you'll get from Taehyung. Instead, he sneaks that same hand on your waist, pulling your body flush against his, fingers digging onto your skin. "It's been driving me crazy for two years. Two years, _____."

He mumbles between kisses and swipes his tongue against yours, while he stars walking the both of you until your back meets the nearest concrete wall. 

"Two years of having to hear the incessant filthy words that leave your mouth..." his own stop their movements and you catch yourself before begging him to reattaching his lips to yours, enjoying instead the path of wet kisses and bruises his lips traile from your chin to the pulse of your neck "...and trying my best to hide the painful boners I get whenever you're nearby." 

With your eyes shut, your hands are back in motion, ignoring the voice in your head reminding you he's still an asshole and finding their way between Jimin's soft golden strands of hair. He hums in appreciation, sending goosebumps all over your body. "So, s-so why not do anything about it sooner?" you say, suddenly finding it difficult to breathe properly.

You feel Jimin's body tensing before you and he ceases the movement of his lips against your neck. Breaking away, your heart stops, afraid you might have ruined the moment. But Jimin's in search of your eyes, eyebrows very lighlty raised, the intensity of his gaze pinning you in place. You don't know for how long you stare at each other until Jimin comes out of the trance, eyes descending over your flushed cheeks, the very same color as your lips and the soft flesh of your neck until they reach your cleavage, the glimmering fabric encasing your breasts, taunting him the same way they had been doing all night long.

"You scare me so much..." and then, one of his hands repeats the same journey his eyes just did, until he touches your shoulder, right under his own blazer. "Everytime I look at you, all I can think of why the hell a girl as real as you like you would even glance my way." he slides the strap of your dress slowly tentatively, just enough for you to stop his advances if you chose so. You don't. "You're smart in ways I could never compare, so funny it makes me jealous, and so pretty it leaves me speechless. You're...You're everything I'm not."

His voice resonates in the atmosphere, and you would love to blame it on the cold again for how your body has reacted, but your body heat has increased so much since he started kissing you that it would be stupid not to admit that it's just the effect that Park Jimin has on you tonight. You're sure he would've had the same effect if it had happened before.

Your now uncovered breast doesn't even has to suffer the consequences of the icy wind, because one of Jimin's arms quickly comes around you to hold your body against his, lifting you ever so slighty until your erect nipple is at the same level as his mouth and his lips are enveloping it in their warmth. You gasp his name, and that encourages his teeth to tug softly before his tongue stars moving in circes. 

"My God, you're so perfect." Your head spins while you hold onto his shoulders as tight as you can, the undeniable heat roaming all over your form, hips involuntarily rutting his incipent erection poking your abdomen. "Been thinking about this since that night we first met." Looking for relief, Jimin mirrors your movements without ceasing the administrations on your chest, as one of his hands lifts one of your thighs to wrap around his waist, closing the short gap remaining between the both of you. 

"Ohmygod! F-fuck, Jimin," trying to form coherent phrases is almost impossible, not with Jimin finding a slow and tortuous rythm with his hips, his clothed cock rubbing against your core. Something shifts in the air, because Jimin stops abusing your nipple with a loud pop, and shuts you up by pressing his mouth onto yours in an urgent, dirty and desperate kiss. You could almost hear him swearing, while his hand keeps your jaw in place.

"S-stop talking like that, ______." his voice, inaudible, and his face now hiding in the crook of your neck, the thrusting of his hips speeding up, more and more frantic this time. The hand not holding your thigh against his hipbone reveals your other breast, hand covering it and giving it a light squeeze before tugging at your unattended nipple between his forefinger and his thumb while his tongue and teeth mark the skin on your neck. 

"Hell, I've been dying to stuff your mouth with my cock to prevent you from such foul language," the soft whimpers leacving your mouth coax him into taking the hem of your dress and bunching the fabric until his fingers easily find the place in your body calling to him the most through the lace.  It's immediate, how his fingers dampen at the first touch, surprising the both of you, and how your body jolts and an embarrassing sob escapes your throat. "How-how are you this wet? Holy hell, I could just slide right in..."

And as he says that, one of his fingers pull aside the fabric of your underwear and glide into you, so easy. You insides burning while he fingers you, another finger being added with his thumb rubbing circles on your nub. And fuck, you're not sure if you're just too horny and Park Jimin is a magician with his hands, or maybe it's the way he keeps mouthing at your chest and whispering how soaked you are, but you don't think you've ever been so close to cumming in such a short period of time.

"W-whats stopping you?" you manage with a voice that doesn't even resembles yours, but before your hands can even make work of the zipper of his trousers, he pulls his finger out from your center, causing you to whine in protest.

Jimin licks his lips, eyebrows framing the dark expression that his eyes ooze. Although the desire in his eyes is more than evident, it is also evident the faint hesitation in them. Because Park Jimin doesn't do things this way. Park Jimin was raised in a world of correct manners and conservationism. A world that has taught him when and how to act. And as badly as he is dying to fuck you against the wall of Taehyung's ridiculously inmense house, he also wants to do the right thing. 

"Let me take you on a date." 

Park Jimin has been spoiled his whole life. Being born in a well-off family has always provided him of everything he had ever wanted and more. From the innecessary number of toys Santa Claus left under his Christmas tree every year since he was a baby, to his fisrt extravagant sports car at the age of eighteen. Park Jimin has never been a greedy or needy man. How could he, when he's had everything he's ever wished in the palm of his hands. He has never missed anything in his entire life. Hasn't missed a roof over his head, warm food on his plate or brand new designers clothes each week. 

It has taken him two years to control himself. He still remembers that night he first met you, just like he remembers every single time you both had coincided in the same place at the same time. He remembered your scent, had memorized your figure over your pieces of clothing and had tried as best as he could to keep a distance from you because he knew you would never give him the time of day. How could you? You probably despised everything he was because he was definitely nothing like you, and that thought intimidated the fuck out of him. He was a mess everytime you wear nearby. Never relied on his voice because he knew he would stutter if you ever spoke to him, could never trust his eyes because if he ever looked at you he was afraid he wouldn't be able to look away. 

And everytime you spoke, shit, that voice of yours always cursing here and there left him wondering how would you sound in a different setting and if you would still be that badmouthed. More specifically, between his sheets. So he did everything he could to minimize your interactions as much as possible. He just never thought he would come across as such a jerk. It was never his intention to hurt you, and seeing you cry that night (although you denied you did, over and over again) seriously made him realize he wanted to make things right. 

He was trying really, really hard to keep it in his pants, to be the same well composed and controled Park Jimin he had mastered himself to be. 

But that damn dress.

After seeing that little black dress hugging your figure when you started taking off your coat at the restaurant, the brief flash of thigh tights that you accidentaly (or not so accidentally) had blessed him with by crossing a leg over the other, that exposed collarbone calling his name and those heeled sandals with straps wrapping around your ankles, reminding him of the snake tempting Eve, Park Jimin was sure he needed to dig into that apple more than anything he has ever needed before.

That's why he surprises you right after you both finish the second course meal by telling the waitress you won't be having desert, at which you look at him somewhat indignant. But the look he shoots you is enough to make you understand if somebody was going to have desert tonight, it would be him. In his Mercedes. 

"I'm gonna-" you gasp, fingers tugging at the soft strands of his now ruined blond hair, his head between your thighs and your legs thrown over his shoulders. His hands have a grip of the meaty flesh of your ass, holding you firmly againt his mouth as it works wonders on your clit. You're sure it hasn't even been ten minutes since Jimin had opened your legs in the backseat of his car, not even bothering to take your underwear off, simply moving the fabric aside before diving in, and you already feel yourself on the edge of an orgasm.

"I know." voice vibrating right into your core, he slows down his administrations, tongue carefully and delicately lapping at your folds while he enjoys the feeling of your fingers loosening their grip and fondly brushing his hair back. You meet his eyes as he pushes a finger inside your core and your whole body twists in agony. 

"N-no!" 

Jimin stops immediately, lifting his head and focusing his concerned eyes on you. He's about to ask you if he's done anything wrong, but you're fast to roughly pull him up by his hair until his face is leveled with yours. You answer him by kissing him and he returns the kiss with the same eagerness, and now it's your hands that are looking for his cock, palming him through his pants.

"Your dick. Inside. Right Now." you punctuate each phrase with a kiss and he only stops kissing you to pout.

"But I wanted you to cum on my tongue." but still, he's putty in your hands when you undo the botton and the zipper. "Wouldn't you rather me fucking you in my bed, where we're more comfortable?" you notice the slight quivering of his voice when you slide his trousers and boxers down, just enough to pull him out. 

"You can eat me and fuck me as many times as you want tonight, tomorrow and whenever you'd like, but right now..." none of you contain the moan in unision that leaves each of your mouths when just the head of his lenght comes in contact with your entrance. "I really can't wait anymore." brushing your lips over his, you lower your voice. "Wanna get on my hands and knees for you."

Park Jimin has tried to do things the right and appropiate way throughout all his life. He's been a professional from a very young age on how to be in charge of his emotions, his desires and his impulses. Always well mannered and well composed. 

But it's in this moment that Jimin comes to the realization that the only thing that has ever made him lose his mind and self control, is you. Seeing you like this, ass up, grinding your drenched and still thong clad cunt all over his precum dripping lenght, he can't control the way his hand bunches the fabrick of that damn dress over your waist, then flies to your right cheek, a sharp sound of skin filling the air, tearing a gasp from your throat.

"God, I'm-I'm sorry. Couldn't help mys-"

"Do it again."

And he does, the palm of his hand now leaving a reddenning print on your flesh, making you jolt back involuntarily, aligning yourself to the head of his cock and like he had hoped, he slides right in. Not all the way, because Jimin is sure he would cream inside you too soon and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he did. He wets his lips, clenching his jaw and dropping his palm one more time, hand more steady and purposeful. 

"You like it rough?" voice hoarse and a hand beside your head holding himself, your back to his chest, twitching beneath him as he soothes the sting with his free one. 

"I like you rough." turning your head slowly to peer at him from the corner of your eye, your hips moving on their own accord trying to take him deeper. Your head is suddenly pulled back harshly, Jimin's fingers tangling in your hair as his own hips close the remaining gap between your bodys in an abrupt thurst. You squeal, Jimin's cock finally filling you up to the hilt just like you wanted him to be, the pleasure making your arms wobble and finding it harder to mantain your balance. 

Jimin's breath fawns over your ear, his tongue darting out to suck on your skin sending chills down your spine. "You're such a dream." he groans, torturously sliding out of your core that's gripping around his shaft for dear life. A whine of protest escapes your lips and he tightens the hold on your hair in response, diving right back in. You fall forward, your arms' strenght betraying you as his thrusts find a new rhythm. With your eyes closed shut, you try to muffle the sound of your voice with the back of your hand as Jimin's lips place soft kisses to your exposed shoulder.

"Don't be quiet." he stands straight, the pull on your hair arching your back in such a enticing way it was Jimin look away for a second, cock buried inside of you and his hips faltering. "Been dying to have you like this for so long."

Another clap of his hand against your right cheek, and a particular stroke of his dick that has you mewling as your climax approached again. "S-so good, Jimin. Oh my god."

"You're gonna cum for me?" his fingertips leave bruises on your skin and the windows of his Mercedes are foggy, just like your mind. You can't concentrate on anything that's not Jimin's cock sliding in and out and how much you wished this had happened way sooner. "Gonna cum for me like a good slut?"

Park Jimin always takes his time. Always does things nice and slow to assure the best outcome possible. 

But he can't contain the acceleration of his hips against yours as your walls clench impossibly tight around his cock, your orgasm finally taking over . Can't contain himself from falling forward again, hand twisting your head in his direction and his mouth searching for yours in a fiery and messy kiss. And he most definitely can't barely contain himself from cumming when your you ask him to spit in your mouth. 

"You're gonna kill me." he breathes, removing himself off you and quickly maneuvering you on your back, his dick finding its way back inside you. Picking up right where he left off, skin slapping against skin in an obscene melody, he collects a considerate amount of saliva in his mouth before dropping it into your welcoming tongue, watching you swallow with a smile he hopes he'll be the only one to see in the future. 

And that's what has the last bit of his self restraint slipping from his fingers. He somehow manages to rip the top of your dress down, fabric tearing until your tits are free and his mouth is attacking your nipples, white strings of his release panting your walls, some of it them oozing out that he fucks back right into you. 

It's between ragged breaths, kisses and tender carresses that Jimin promises you more dates in the future and new dresses that he can't promise not to savage apart again.

#jimin #park jimin #jimin smut #park jimin smut #bts smut #bts #pjm #pjm smut #bad bunny is retiring like who the fuck does he think he is to decide when he gets to retire??? #nah bb WE decide when you retire

[tsubasaclones]

long ass clear card theory ramblings because my brain decided to go into ccs mode instead of letting me sleep :)

so when i was rereading the ccs manga there was some part about how clow looked into the future and saw that sakura was going to be the master of the cards so he made the staff specifically for her and i was just like. so if sakura was 100% always going to get them why was syaoran sent on a mission to get them? thats kind of fucked up to send him on a mission hes literally destined to fail. but then i was like “well, his mom probably had no idea sakura was 100% guaranteed to get the cards”

BUT

in clear card, theres some line about how syaoran didnt want the future his mom foretold about sakura being in danger to pass or whatever (im too lazy to find my screenshot rn but thats basically what it says) which implies, you know, she can see the fucking future right. so she would have been able to see that he wasnt going to get the cards at the time that she sent him over originally right. so if thats the case why the fuck did she send him on a mission she knew it was literally impossible for him to accomplish. i have 2 reasons i could think of:

1. she knew he wasn’t going to get the cards then but that he was going to get them later and so in her mind that was still a success so she sent him anyway. which would be manipulative as fuck. i doubt this one is the case though it seems like. TOO mean

2. she knew that sakura would get the cards, and that she would be in danger in the future, and that if she sent syaoran over there he would want to protect her, and so she was like using him as a proxy for herself to protect sakura (?) which is also manipulative as fuck. i hope this one isnt the case either but if either of these two were to be the case i feel like this one would be more likely ???

anyway if there IS an explanation and its not just a huge oversight its probably (hopefully) something nicer than the two scenarios i came up with. i feel like theyre kind of pessimistic anyway lmao. i think his mom probably does have good intentions in the end but i just uh question her method of making her son live alone in a foreign country as a literal child for a mission he was predestined to not accomplish???

anyway, all else aside, he was given a mission by his mother who is also the head of his magic clan, and he failed at it. i feel like this would affect him negatively and yet its never brought up again. except in clear card he DOES have the old cards now, but the reason they give for him taking them is so he can protect sakura, which, well fucking duh i can see that ive read the clear card manga its pretty damn obvious. but i cant help but wonder if theres a subconscious secondary reason too like, say, proving that he CAN get the cards he IS good enough. and in one of his fights with kaito kaito has some line like “rewriting contracts takes a lot of power are you sure you did it just for her” and like yeah he was definitely trying to piss him off with inflammatory statements but THATS NOT THE KIND OF LINE YOU JUST DROP AND NEVER MENTION AGAIN. and later on kaito turns back time on the fight so syaoran wouldnt even remember that line at least for now but i am telling you that shit is going to come back theres no way it wont.

that being said i still think overall he mostly did it to protect sakura (and the cards could clearly see that too, i mean they went with him willingly, let us not forget) but its possible he had a second underlying reason that he isn’t even aware of himself

and sakuras not completely innocent in this either. i mean she is 100% the reason they cant have physical contact currently. this isnt even a theory at this point i am 100% certain and if i am not right i will be very very surprised. let me explain:

so when the new cards first start appearing theyre like “i dont sense anyone elses magic how could this be happening?!?!?” and of course later on they reveal that its because it’s SAKURA’S magic behind the cards because she’s been making them subconsciously. and then when they start not being able to touch her IMMEDIATE reaction is that it’s because of her, albeit she thought it was because she made a new card, but theres no new card. and then theyre like “its not a card and i dont sense kaitos magic how could this be happening?!?!?” EXACTLY like how it was when the new cards started appearing. so it would make sense that the answer to this, too, is “it’s sakura doing it subconsciously”

at the end of the day i think they just need to sit down and talk about their feelings because they are literal children of course they are going to make mistakes. you know what they say about how everything will definitely be alright

#copy pasted this into docs and its almost 900 words. literal essay length i am so sorry #em.txt #i am not rereading this to check over it it is me pouring out the contents of my brain so i can SLEEP so sorry if there are weird typos #i bet there will be at least one idk #anyway. 1 year in hyperfixation still going strong babey

[blindbeta]

Hi there! I've been reading your blog and I've got some thoughts about a book series I plan to write involving a blind seer. This isn't an "is this okay?" type ask, hopefully more open-ended "I'm curious" sort of vibe?

Firstly, I want to be clear that there will definitely be more than 1 blind person, not all of them will be seers, and not all seers are going to be blind. Magic is about accessibility and adaptation, not "correction." Magic is also a force that helps hold the universe together. Magic is also tied into perception/belief, but that's a bit of a tangent and ppl aren't just going to believe themself into seeing lmao

The character I'm iffy on and would be interested in input about has always been a seer, but has sorta-not-always been blind. The idea is that she's a chronomancer who can trace future timelines, but to gain access to the full scope of time manipulation she makes a trade with the force that is magic, altering the timeline, and as part of the trade she retroactively becomes blind from birth

She uses a cane, the bookshop she runs is accessible and has braille all over the place. She actually a mom to some MCs. She can use the time magic to aid her, but not in the way that it replaces sight (more along the lines of tracking an objects history/future, fighting is complicated but it's not seeing the future as visions so much as tracing routes people are going to take, a lot of spatial awareness and less "she just sees things mentally")

Ik the blind seer trope can be iffy, so I am a little nervous about it, and I don't know if it being a conscious choice makes it better or worse? She's never going to bemoan a loss that becomes something she never had, I'm playing with the idea of some light perception remaining. Very "I do not regret this choice, I would not change it, blindness is another way of living" but I fear it might come off as "cosmic punishment" even though it's *not* meant to be that

I just had the idea while writing this that she could trade something else "of equal intrinsic value", but sight specifically was her choice? Another sense, an emotion, something in exchange for access to the full scope of her powers?

(Side note she also gets to be a mentor for another newly-blind character so thats fun bonding and ensuring he has a positive influence while he adapts to the change)

(Also thanks in advance and I hope this makes sense!)

This sounds pretty good to me. Thank you for reading my post on blind seers. I think what you have for that sounds good.

One way you could handle the not-blind / retroactively blind from birth thing would be to make her blind with some residual vision before the time stuff happens. She would still be blind from the start, giving some meaning and experience behind her choice to exchange away her vision. This way, there would be no cosmic punishment and blind readers would have representation all the way through, especially because most people lose rather than gain vision if they experience any changes at all. That would be my instinct. I hope that helps.

I also love her being a mentor. That’s nice and blind characters should have other blind characters to look up to. The bookshop also sounds cute. You probably already know this, but make sure she has large print copies of books in addition to the Braille.

#writing characters going blind #writing blind characters #ask #anon ask #blind characters

[c-chickens]

((spoilers for chapter 95 of JJK))

Woohoo its me, chicken, back at it again and talking about fushiguro and itadori again becauseeeee i think their relationship is hella interesting B)

(long ass post ahead pls bear with me,,)

Anywhos, what id like to focus on this time is this specific panel from chapter 95 when itadori and fushi are fighting awasaka (at least i think thats his name?), that one old dude who kinda looks like one of the mario brothers. Its this part right here that id like to talk about:

From the way this is paneled, we can assume that this is either fushi talking abt itadori OR them talking abt each other. Now this really stood out to me, bc its established, in a very lowkey kind of way, that these two have a close kind of bond with each other. They're extremely perceptive of each others emotions, whether it be during the kyoto arc when fushi immediately notices that somethings up with itadori or in the origin of obedience arc where itadori is the first to pick up on fushi being upset after hearing the news on tsumiki. They have this sort of unspoken trust between them despite barely knowing each other for that long, and others like nobara have also picked up on and acknowledged this.

She says this even though fushi has known itadori for like one or two days more than she has, which really speaks volumes to how deep their bond is, even if its not blatantly acknowledged by the two parties.

So, with that being said, why oh why would they say that its hard to work with each other? They have a bond, they trust each other, so what is so difficult about this? I think it has something to do with the strong emotions they've attached to one another that keeps them from being able to focus properly.

For example, in the kyoto arc after maki and fushi get switched out and todo and itadori step up to the plate to fight hanami, this happens:

Itadori is abt to try and trigger black flash but gets caught up thinking abt fushiguro and junpei, which makes him get wayyy more emotion than usual and in turn, he misses and fucks up his attack. Todo, in brotherly fashion, tells him to put that shit on hold and focus and puts itadori back in balance. So, i think its those very same strong emotions they have for each other that, while cementing the trust they have also obstructs each other's vision while they're fighting, especially when they're fighting together.

I think its good to point out as a sidenote/counter that the reason itadori got like that was bc fushi got hurt, and he's been shown to get more emotional when those he cares about are hurt around him during fights, so that might not be the case. However, id argue that he's never messed up like this when others got hurt, the closest we got to that was itadori getting tossed around by mahito after he bodied nobara. Though id say with that situation that nobara getting hurt was more of the catalyst that led to his second break down :((. Besides that, he seemed to be even more focused when they got injured, so id say that this situation is an exception to that.

Of course, this is HUGE HUGE reach on my part because we haven't gotten a clear answers as to why it was hard for them to fight alongside each other. Plus with so much of thier relationship being told through actions and general vagueness when talking to each other im just using what i have to make the best guess i can, lol. Im sure i made some mistakes in my analysis-thingy so apologies in advance if i misinterpreted or missed something along the way. Hopefully after the shibuya arc wraps up and we (hopefully pls dont kill us akutami,,) get a cool down/political arc that will be explored more, but the most i can do right now is just speculate and hope we get some sort of pay off from it.

Thats all from me on that! If you made it to the end, thanks for reading this long ass post lmao hope you enjoyed it or at least got something out of it.

#jjk spoilers #jujutsu kaisen #fushiita #itafushi #jjk #long post #jjk manga spoilers #jfc they cant express their emotions for shit