#! — [waves] Hwang Hyunjin
— gn!reader // nsfw — siren hyunjin! req. by @whatudowhennooneseesyou <3
He was intoxicating, in every sense of the word, in any way it was possible. The way his hands, cold but firey against your body, slid up and down your thighs, and your hips, and your waist as if you were a meal to be devoured, the way his cold breath fanned over you, how the damp huff of air covered your skin in the smallest of bumps, a sign of his effect on you. The effect he had on anyone if he only wanted to, the effect that would come with a simple strumming of his vocal chords. And yet he decided to gift you with his affection while he could have anyone, chose you to show his interest, his longing. Longing for love, or pleasure, only - you didn't care. You were ready to give him everything he desired, anything he needed.
Hyunjin's touch felt cold to the skin, forbidden, secretive. Every move of his swimming into the next like the softest, most delicate waves, and every bit of contact against your body with his had you drowning into him a little more, had you floating on a body of water. He was addicting, his kisses were, his cold against you was. You felt like you could never get enough of him if you wanted to, grabbing onto him so he wouldn't slip away the moment mutual satisfaction was granted and over and done with. You knew he couldn't stay with you, yet you wished for nothing more.
Your hands entangled in Hyunjin's hair, always damp, a bit wet, giving him a look so seductive you arched your back into him a bit more. The feeling of drowning returned with every thrust against your hips he made, with every fluid motions of his body against your own. And he was so hard to resist, luring you in and occupying your mind without saying a single word. As though it was telepathy, as though he was thinking the sweetest of words and praises, the most alluring promises and sent them right to you, non vocally. Your fingers clawed into his scaled skin, making him hiss out, making him bite down on the plushness of your neck. The moment was heated, limbs all over each other, lips clashing together in unspoken passion and sinful lust. The feeling of release was creeping up on you, the feeling that would call for the end of you and him, for the moment he'd vanish to reappear again whenever he felt needed. So you wanted to procrastinate it, because Hyunjin'd never leave without having you satisfied. Would stay until he gave you what you gave him, intoxicating pleasure that never seemed to run out when both of you met.
"C'mon baby, let go, for me."
And yet, your high was gushing over you faster than you could look, with Hyunjin's words hushed against the shell of your ear, singing a sweet melody you couldn't resist. Your head fell back, your limbs contracting, and Hyunjin's own release coating you from within. A feeling like no else, and yet you despised it. Becasue in the blink of an eye he was gone, your body left cold. And you found yourself wishing for the next time again.
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Growing up in an extremely ultra religious, cult-like family was a mindfuck for multiple reasons but that doesn't stop unfortunately, even when you escape. For example, see: The overwhelming feeling of boiling hatred and shame for who you used to be.
The angry hatred for the past person I used to be, the version of myself that mindlessly parroted my family's beliefs and listened to their every command, constantly simmered under my skin and invaded my every thought. I was embarrassed of what I used to be- even as I made friends of different ethnicities and faiths, as I listened and explored new ideas and worlds that I never knew existed, as I started the first LGBTQ+ club at my school and volunteered with kids who deserved so much more- there was always a little voice in the back of my head.
"They would hate you if they knew what you were. They would hate the horrendous teachings that were seared into your mind, the things that you used to say and believe. You are nothing but a pretender."
And it is true that my beliefs were bigoted in all the worst ways. It is true that I believed truly heart-wrenching things without a second thought and judged others in such harsh and unfair ways. I told myself that there was no coming back from that, not really. There was nothing I could do to ever make up for it.
Then I remembered that the person who said those things wore velcro light up sneakers and collected finger puppets that the librarians handed out as awards for reading picture books. The person that held signs at pro-life rallies and anti-LGBTQ+ protests had a cherished sticker book and hunted minnows in the creek after school and adored their puffle on club penguin and was really into greek mythology and had skinned knees from climbing trees at recess and knew every Disney song by heart and was absolutely terrified of the dark.
That person was a child.
I was a child.
It took a really long time. Years and years of reflection and distance, but I've decided that I can't hate the past version of myself anymore. I feel pity and remorse, I feel anger- I feel so much fury and violent rage- at what my childhood was and I grieve what could- no, should- have been, but I no longer resent who I was.
I'm not ashamed.
I am so, so, so unbelievably proud of that little kid. For being brave enough to leave the comfort and safety of what I was told was right. For not being afraid to be wrong. For seeking out information and knowledge in a culture that praised ignorance. For questioning everything, relentlessly.
I am by no means a perfect person, I never have been and I never will, but I am proud of myself in every iteration that has ever existed because I know that I have never stopped trying to understand and learn and grow, and I never will.
If you have ever been in a similar situation and feel similar things, first of all: My condolences on your lost childhood. Second of all: Please be nice to that past version of yourself and recognize all the hard work they did to make you who you are today. That person was a survivor and an inspiration. They deserve nothing but love.
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NSFW related// contains genderbend AU with wlw charmoree and ♂ Manon (their names stay the same), cunnilingus, squirting, cheating (Rody and Manon have not broken up yet)
I'm writing this just because I needed to write some culinary yuri... and because I love listening to this song it reminds me so much of them :3
"Me and your girlfriend playin' dress up in my house, I gave your girlfriend cunnilingus on my couch"
Her crush couldn't stop yapping about how sweet and caring her boyfriend is.
Ughhh, why was this stupid redheaded puppy talking about some guy that she's clearly not interested in listening to? ಠ_ಠ
Was there ever a way to shut her up?
Suddenly, a very great idea pops into Vincent's head.
YURIKA!!! ☝️💡
And with that, she's decided to make Rody forget all about her precious boyfriend, Manon. How exactly, you may ask? Well...
"Ngh! Hah—AH! VINCE!!" , Rody lets out a loud moan as her boss was hungrily lapping up at her sensitive folds and clit.
The woman was shakily sitting, now almost slouching, on Vincent's couch in her apartment, with thighs spread wide open, making access for the chef to devour the swollen cunt in between her legs. Her fists were clenching for dear life on the couch cushions near her.
She never expected this, in all honesty. She had an assumption that her boss was just being nice and sweet when welcoming her into her house. She never expected to end up in a heated situation with the younger woman.
Her face looked so fucked out right now. She's sweating like crazy, with her eyes rolling back into her head and her tongue lolling out. Maybe she should just let Vince do her thing. No, she wasn't supposed to enjoy this!
But...
"Hah- holy shit... Vince, please. You can't... I— AH! I'm in love with Manon- nghHH!... I'm not supposed to do this with you haaahh..." , she continued with her stammering words, hoping that her boss would at least consider putting a stop to whatever she was currently doing to her.
Unfortunately for Rody, her words were completely futile. Instead, she received a harsh nibble and tug on her twitching clit, making her scream in sudden pleasure.
Oh god, she was seeing stars at this point.
Vince looked up sadistically at the heavily panting woman and led out a chuckle in response. "Oh, mon cœur ♡ You don't have to lie to yourself. Your voice may be rejecting me but your enticing body is telling me otherwise. You don't seem like you ever want me to stop, so..... ♡"
That was all she said before continuing to thrust her skillful tongue back into Rody's soaking wet pussy. Only this time, she's doing it roughly, occasionally sucking on her pretty clitoral nub and creating even more stimulation towards her trembling employee.
The auburn haired woman had no choice but to submit to the ongoing pleasure that her body was receiving.
It was driving her crazy. She can feel the pooling heat in her stomach. Her nails were digging deeper into the couch cushions, almost tearing the fabric. The ravenette gave her clit one last suck and... Oh fuck. She's about to...
"VINCE! I'M GONNA CU—haAAAAAAAA!!!", the waitress' words were cut off as she finally came and squirted her juices into Vince's awaiting mouth. The chef lapped up every single drop of her beloved waitress' fluid she could get.
Rody then plastered a satisfied grin on her face with her eyes still rolled back into her head from the aftermath and her thoughts were very much clouded from the intense orgasm she had.
She couldn't even think straight anymore.
Vince, on the other hand, can't help but smile at the older woman in front of her, carefully getting herself up from her previous position.
"So... How was it? Did I treat you better than that Manon of yours, mon cœur?"
"Huh?? Eh? Wh... Who...??"
"That's what I thought ♡"
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Unova as a region supposedly has very little ties to Arceus’s creation myth and the creation of the world as a whole. While it has its own legendaries, those legendaries do not have any domain over an object or a concept greater than man itself. Or if they do, in the case of Reshiram and Zekrom, it’s lesso that they actually have control over it and protect it, and moreso they’re icons that simply represent the concept.
However, that does not mean Arceus did not have any influence over Unova as a whole.
Like the Sinnoh trio, Arceus grew to love and adore two people in particular. The Hero of Truth’s Warrior Bride, Genevieve Darby, and The Hero of Ideal’s Life Partner of a Troubadour, Pascal Simone. Both were the ones to carry on the story of the two heroes from their own perspectives.
Who, upon dying in battle by believers of ideals and being executed by believers of truths respectfully, reawakened as Victini and Meloetta as a blessing by Arceus.
It’s not just Meloetta and Victini though, as Kyurem is actually theorized to also be a part of the world’s creation, before it’s untimely shattering as a result of the heroes.
However, no records are available to confirm this. As after the two heroes “died” (fuse with parts of Kyurem to become Reshiram and Zekrom), and Kyurem began to eat every human in its path to become “whole” again, all records and books regarding Kyurem’s myth were burned in the very same square Pascal was executed in. This ultimately escalates to the full burning of the Royal Unovan Library including most historical records.
This series of burnings, starting with the execution of Genevieve and Pascal, would be referred to as “The 100 Day Fire” and is often blamed as the main cause of why so much of Unova’s actual history is blurry and all that simply remains is folklore that stems from the two heroes’ confidants word. And why Arceus itself seems very uninvolved when it actually is.
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“The AMPTP, through Carol Lombardini, reached out to the WGA today and requested a meeting this Friday to discuss negotiations,” the WGA negotiating committee said in a statement to members on Tuesday. “We’ll be back in communication with you sometime after the meeting with further information. As we’ve said before, be wary of rumors. Whenever there is important news to share, you will hear it directly from us.”
as of august 3rd, 2023:
the current wga strike began may 2nd, 2023. it's been going strong for 93 days now.
the 2007-2008 wga strike lasted from november 5th, 2007 to february 12, 2008. 99 days.
the longest wga strike was in 1988, from march 7th to august 8th. 154 days.
sag-aftra also began striking on july 14th, 2023. 20 days.
the longest sag-aftra strike was in 2000, from may 1st to october 30th. 182 days.
sag-aftra president fran drescher says the union is "financially prepared to remain on strike for the next six months."
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