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moonriizee · 2 days

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Let Them Know - Song Eunseok (Pt.1 here)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. NSFW AHEAD.

It's been a while since you and Eunseok began your...arrangement, however the doubt still remains can he be yours? And a Friday night changes that.

Warnings - Eunseok calls reader a slut, mentions of him leaving marks on her, sort of unsafe sex (do not be like them please) and let me know if I missed anything.

University au. Not proofread....

Trust me. You were trying your best- you really were. You were trying your best to keep your attention on the laptop screen- you were trying your best to meet the essay's word limit- you really were. Trying to keep your thighs shut tight as the slick kept dripping, your poor undies already soaked. Damn you Eunseok...And damn your goddamm heavy voice travelling to the depths of your arousal.

"Seriously? You're seriously going to be completing that essay? You're going to spend your entire Friday night completing that shitty assignment?" Eunseok whined, sitting on your bed in his wide jeans and a grey tank top- his leather jacket thrown on your red bean bag.

"For god's sake...we have two whole weeks to complete that essay- why do you wanna be such a suck up?" He got up from the bed, walking closer to your desk where you sat.

"You should really come to this party...who knows you might actually make a friend..." he rolls his eyes- that soon travelled to your clenching bare thighs exposed due to the courtesy of your tiny shorts.

"No thank you, I'd rather not have friends that choose to risk their degree for one night of fun." You reply, cringing at your own reply. Pick-me much? But you had to complete this essay- there was so much piled up, and this was the easiest task at the moment.

"You don't want friends like that but you don't mind taking a dick like that?" He chuckles, referring to himself as he bent down- reading the words you managed to type out.

"No way...you're actually sucking up to the Prof....really? Writing his opinion- when you don't even agree with it?" He scoffs in disbelief at your petty words.

"It's just this side has more information." You reply once again- your lie as obvious as your soaking undies. Eunseok's fingers traced figure eights on your thigh as his breath tickled the side of your ear.

"Bet you just want the professor's attention since he's a tad bit more than mid and you're a slut."

That's it. That was the last straw. You turned around- your eyes screaming furious as your eyebrows furrowed and your lips parted to begin retorting-

"Okay okay don't be mad- I crossed a line and I'm sorry," Eunseok apologised, his hand now caressing your thigh.

You relaxed your brows, standing up after closing your laptop shut. "Fine then," a sigh leaves your throat as a smirk replaces the grin on his lips. "Okay then," before you knew it his lip pressed against yours. He bites your lower lip- letting his tongue into your mouth as you begin to taste the strawberries he was munching on a while back.

You pull away as your breath came out in short pants and gasps. "You won't get an asthma attack will you?" He looks at you with worry laced irises, as his own cells themselves were in oxygen debt.

You roll your eyes, remembering when you told him about your extra-mucus producing airways. "Look at you...always getting mad," he too rolls his eyes before dipping down to suck and kiss your neck, leaving his marks all over your skin.

"Do you have to make it so obvious that we're fucking?" You say- pulling his face away from your side. "Do you have to make it so obvious that you don't want people to find out?" You could've swore that for a second his face fell as his lips frowned.

"I thought you didn't want people finding out..." you look down, not sure of what else to say. "Hey...y/n look at me," his fingers pulled your chin towards his gaze. "You think I ditched my friends and their party so I could come over to your apartment so people wouldn't find out?"

He picks up your figure as he sits down on your bed, letting your legs straddle his lap.

"You're the top student, you're the only second year student in our department to live on their own in the apartment they're paying rent for. How are you still so dumb?" His hands snaked up your tshirt, pulling the fabric up over until it reached the top of your chest.

Your gaze couldn't meet his...feeling ashamed of your obliviousness, your palms pressed against his shirt.

"I'm sorry..." you muttered. "What are you even sorry for? Y/n...I have you as my lockscreen, do you still think I don't want you? You still think I don't want people to know?"

"Then...let...let them know." In a gush of boldness you smashed your lips onto his as he played with your boobs- his finger fondling the flesh as they occasionally pinched your nipples making you gasp.

"You should be more confident Y/n, I liked that." He said as he picked up your hips to get rid of your shorts and lower his own jeans.

"You've seriously been this soaked? God...y/n...why are you so afraid of letting yourself have fun?" He spoke as his hands worked to align his cock with your entrance. "I don't know," you answered- wondering why you were actually so afraid of letting yourself have fun.

"Then I'll let you know-" you cut him off his you let out a sharp yelp- never getting used to his size. "I know baby...I know..." he soothes as he distracts you by playing with your perked nipple. You let out a whimper when he pinched to hard. "You sounded like those porn stars making those fake moans-" he couldn't help but chuckle at the high pitched yelp you had made as he caressed your thighs with his other hand.

"I think I can move now..." you say before moving your hips up and down. "Oh...that...that feels good..." he groans, his voice coming out weak. He leans forward to take one of your breasts and put them in his mouth- his lips kissing your bud as his tongue swirled over.

Your apartment was filled with the sounds of his praises and groans and your mindless mumbles. He watched your tits bounce as he guided your hips to move up and down faster- reaching his high.

"Oh god- fuck...I'm gonna have to pull out..." his voice is broken as he shudder- lifting you up as he puts you down...his fingers rubbing against your cunt to make sure you reach your high too as he comes all over your boobs.

"You look so good like this...God if anyone knew just how pathetic that nerdy and uptight y/n can get." He mumbles, reaching for his phone. Before you could calm down from the feeling of ecstasy you heard the sound of a camera shutter.

"You're so beautiful." He coos and strokes your hair. "So.." you take a deep breath. "Can we let them know?"

"Let them know what?" He quirks a brow.

"Let them know that you're mine?" You say before sitting up to kiss his neck.

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Tags : @annielovescry @melobin

So...here is the part 2-

#riize x reader #riize smut #kpop smut #riize eunseok #eunseok #song eunseok #eunseok smut

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unforgivenn · 12 hours

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Why don't you fucking kill yourself? And with that this whole sick "community" you people've made.

Why don't kill me yourself, coward? 😘 😘

But like seriously, boo first of all you don't have the courage and actually sent me this "anonymously". The whump community is made for people who like whump. If you're just not into it then I suggest you not interact with it. Like seriously this is such a childish thing you've sent me. You're just making yourself look dumb with this😂😂

Second of all, I don't.. I don't think you should say this about a community that fantasizes about people being tortured. Like I seriously don't think that's a good idea..

Third, you don't want @noeul-whumpppss, @someoneoninternettt, @ash-reh, cuz they definitely won't like their baby being told this <3 (I already tagged them so they're gonna see this. Be careful whoever sent this :))

My followers won't like this either, boo.

#whump #whump community #whumpblr #whumblr #anon ask #ask #Why are people so childish?#so bish #if you don't like it #then why tf you interacting with it?#thats just dumb #tf

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mrowsaysthecat · 3 months

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This is all about a fictional character that I'm still emotional over. In the end, it's all fiction and I'm aware of that - but there's also a reflection in how certain characters are treated in comparison with real life outlooks and experiences of actual humans who aren't fictional...

I also believe that there's room for dark shit, messed up shit, evil characters and that these aspects of fiction don't always reflect the author's true self. We're story tellers. I like my dark, fucked up shit the same as many other people - but in the end, I don't like cruelty in real life. I don't like a lot of shit that I'd happily write about, because it causes a story to be told - and something to think about, or things to hold up to society and say 'hey, lookit'.... And sometimes, it just for shits and giggles, if we're being real about things. However, I will forever be pissed off over how certain shit played out where one fictional character is concerned, and here's just a small bit of why. It involves both fiction and reality, and the reality that sometimes, some characters are treated in ways that reflect how some people are seen in real, every day life...

They did Glenn Rhee wrong in TWD main series.

They took meaning from his character outside of being Mr. Maggie for a good portion of the show. They didn't allow much back story either; what do we actually know of Glenn from the show's history? Not the comics or games or anything but the show? Really, what do we know? When they were in the prison and he was very angry, that was probably one of the highlights of him not being a ray of sunshine somehow, or a positive aspect ready to overcome the darkness. Steven Yeun has spoken on how flat he felt the character was served when it came to emotional reactions beyond a certain point. Goodness isn't a bad characteristic at all, neither is optimism, but there is a sense of lacking within Glenn's stories that don't show the layers of personality and worries and struggles behind those aspects of self. The only real time we saw was the showdown with Nicholas in the woods, and even that felt rushed and hushed in a sense. They made a sacrificial lamb of a person, and writers even admitted to not knowing what to do with him. So what if his character died in the comics? Do you realize how much they changed for so many different characters before that point? For instance, Carol's survival and Sophia's demise. Not to mention Daryl's whole existence as a character. Why couldn't they do the same for Glenn, defy the 'logic' of 'it happened in the comics', and why couldn't they give him more back story while they were at it?

And now, all these people wanting to ship Maggie and Negan, like Glenn doesn't matter at all. It rips at his humanity in ways I don't even want to talk about, but I'm sure people aren't thinking of that when they want those two to kiss. Who cares, right? Glenn's just a dead Asian man that y'all never cared about while he was alive anyway... And it runs deeper than that for some of you, but we won't get into that because I don't have the energy right now. After all, people who are racist in that way won't change because they either don't have the ability to see themselves for their true shit (and try to think about why and how to change that outlook) or they just don't give a fuck about it because they're unapologetically and proudly against either a certain set of humans with certain features or whatever it is they're stupid over, or they don't like interracial couples and don't give a shit to realize that we're all fucking humans and we're all connected in some way or another.... :x

But yeah. I'll always be salty about this, and the fact that Glenn's character could have been so much more than they let him be in the end. Then again, I think he and Daryl should have hooked up instead, but that's just me? But you know, so much of the TWD fandom would have shit itself over that pairing....

#glenn rhee #steven yeun #I'm just ranting #and if you've got an opinion about my opinion you can keep it to yourself because I'm not going to argue with people about how I legit FEEL #like seriously if you don't like this don't interact with me about it at all #just keep on keeping on

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bandzboy · 5 months

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there's this post going around on twitter of someone giving their opinion that idol's dance skills are the least important to them and that they are artists first and they don't hear the squeak of their feet on the track so why does it matter, which is something to also unpack in itself, but then someone quoted that tweet being like "idols... are...artists?" and.... i just can't help but stare because if this doesn't show how people don't take idols artistry and talent seriously and only see them as content and not people then i don't know what does.... so you are telling me this WHOLE TIME... you thought they couldn't be classified as real artists even tho they spend years and years training to debut and spend days practising for performances and recording and doing wtv else but you still THINK... they shouldn't be called artists like?? if you genuinely think that it means that you don't actually like the music they produce and the performances they do which also begs the question: if you don't like it... WHY TF ARE YOU HERE THEN??

#this just sent me honestly #it pissed me off #unfortunately i take these things very seriously #i mean i talk about this all the time but having people on twt say bs like this #is wild to me and it just perfectly explains certain behaviors in kpop spaces #whether you think somebody is talented doesn't matter #but do they work to be artists?? do they put in the work to do so?? absolutely #SO WHY TF ARE THEY NOT ARTISTS??????????#pissing me off so bad #it's just so obvious because some people can't actually appreciate #some of the artistic things their supposed fav idols do #and not only that the way people interact with groups they don't stan #and talk about them also is very telling #idk if it's because atp in my stan life i just dgaf abt certain things anymore #and i'm just here to enjoy music and etc #but i don't think you should have to be a musician or artist yourself #to respect artists #and i hate to say it but sometimes it seems like the people that do appreciate the music and wtv else #are people in fandoms that also do music and dancing #AND IT'S SAD #i just don't see anything genuine out of anyone else it's crazy to me #i don't like to be that person but i've noticed this many times #as someone who wants to be an artist too it sucks to see such stupidity come to light #everyone has to do better that's all i am gonna say #this is too long but i am honestly pissed #tris.txt

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swiftfootedachilles · 7 months

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what do i have to do to get people to read my stuff actually like im not about to get in everyones faces begging for attention but i dont understand how im expected to make FREE fandom content without much feedback on my work

#ignore my ranting but im actually so fucked disillusioned #like why are there so many people who scream about supporting each other and lifting up small creators #and they never do it themselves unless its their friend #sorry i dont sit at the popular table but i never expected that it would impact my reach this much #my newest fic has more hits but less kudos and less comments than my first #it's so obvious people only interacted on my first fic *because* it was my first fic #and thank you so fucking much to the people who have given me kind words #and literally religiously rbing my stuff because you think im worth listening to #this isn't about me crying because im not popular #people with bigger followings are naturally going to get more attention #but the only reason ive started posting my fics is because all these POPULAR BLOGS were like 'we support each other here!!!'#'were a big family were not a big fandom so any time someone posts it brings a smile to our faces!' blah blah blah #like youre out here lying for clout you literally only leave feed or kudos if its your fucking friend 😭 not even if its good #i guess id rather have less people interacting if it means the feedback i get is genuine and not just blowing smoke up my ass #but it still hurts to write a fic that flops and then write another fic thats over 3x longer than my first fic #WITH A PREMISE THAT POPULAR WRITERS HAVE WRITTEN ABOUT BEFORE AND BLEW UP FOR IT AND PEOPLE IDOLIZE THEIR WRITING #so im expecting to get more feedback and constructive criticism because it's a concept that a lot of people seem to love #only to get EVEN LESS FEEDBACK THAN ON MY FIRST FIC #like sorry to everyone who genuinely likes my writing i actually love you so much #but im very rejection sensitive and don't plan on continuing this. it seriously hurts me. it triggers my abandonment and selfhatred shit ba #like im sick to my stomach that another thing im passionate about is sucking the life out of me & i cant even get my foot in the door #donut rebagel this thanks and goodbye

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casmourde · 2 months

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long rant about bg3 and people's weird behavior towards larian

Larian's continued support of their game and their community has given some people genuine brain rot. We were lucky to even get bug fixes post-release (I'm a cyberpunk 2077 fan), and they were both kind and creative enough to give us a FREE epilogue and add FREE content, but the community at large has taken this kindness and changed it into something entirely different and really unhealthy. Every time Larian updates us on patches and bug fixes, there are hundreds of comments demanding Larian "add" new content, "fix" characters, "fix" relationships, and I'm just baffled by how entitled this is. Do you guys know how video games work? You know you used to just get a video game once and that was it. If you bought a video game you bought a finished product. With more and more patch-based games becoming popular (stuff like Fortnite, Overwatch, Stardew, Genshin, etc), we're starting to see this design model bleed into triple a titles, which is fine (I'm not a big fan personally but I enjoy a lot of these types of games anyway), but it's giving people a really weird, backwards attitude about BG3. At this point I question whether those people actually enjoy the game they played or not. They demand so many changes and edits to characters that I find it hard to believe they even like those characters at all, and would much rather live in their world of headcanon and fanfiction (which, again, is fine) -- but at some point we have to acknowledge that BG3 was made BY Larian. The things you see as flaws in character's stories are canonical, put there by Larian for a specific reason. If you go under every post and demand they "fix" Wyll, I think there's a good chance you need to sit back and wonder if maybe Wyll is just like that. Because he is. That is who he is in the game's text. That is his story. If you don't like it, then by all means discuss what you would change, but it's unfair to belittle Larian for the story that THEY GAVE YOU. This is not to say there isn't a conversation to be had about Black characters in gaming being given really boring, lackluster stories, because that is 100% a noticeable trend (Preston Garvey from Fallout 4 comes to mind). This attitude also unfortunately extends to Gortash fans, and I know I'm kind of shooting myself in the foot here, but I want to discuss it lmao. I liked Gortash "before it was cool" you could say, back when the game dropped and it was gross to think he was attractive, et cetera (this is not something to be bragging about i know), and now that it's been kind of normalized to like him, Gortash fans are getting really invasive and, to put it bluntly, annoying. They whine like children in Larian's comments sections and on their own accounts about how Larian is so "unfair" to Gortash/Durgetash, how they are purposely removing Gortash content from the game to mess with us, etc. Once again, Larian cannot physically be "unfair" about a character THAT THEY LITERALLY MADE THEMSELVES. THEY choose what content to put in THEIR game. The Gortash that is in the game is the Gortash that they decided to put there. Nobody is hiding anything from you, nobody is hurting you, you're not special or different, there is no anti-Gortash agenda. If you can't engage with the canon content that Larian gives us, then I suggest that, for your own health, you move on. Gortash is my favorite character in BG3 because of what Larian did with him, not because of what he could potentially be if Larian bowed down to all of us and gave us everything we wanted. "Gortash romance when" NEVER!!!! And that's the fun bit!!!! We can all go crazy imagining what it would be like and we can make fan communities and fanfictions and art and it's awesome! Speculation and headcanon are awesome! Just stop expecting developers to cater to your every whim! It's unfair and will end up with you being sorely disappointed! Enjoy what they gave us and change it to fit your fantasy! If you like a thing, engage with it, play it, thank the people who gave it to us. Don't pester it to change.

#If you don't like what they gave us maybe you just don't like the thing. Sorry!#i hit word limit #anyway dont take any of this too seriously it is just pixels in a video game #just had to scream into the void. this post isnt about anyone in particular either #just. have fun with game and be nice to the kind diligent and talented people who gave it to us #its one of the best stories ive ever interacted with and its sad to see people demand it change so much. i wish they had never changed #anything at all tbh. but thats just me

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stabbylambchop · 11 months

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Hey uh

anyone here on Art Fight this year or-

Cuz I'm on there, same name and everything. I'm on Team Vampires.

You can like, add me or whatever...I mean, if you want...

I haven't interacted with anyone on here or even really drawn in a couple months, sweet pulsating spider-christ ...

#I KNOW I KNOW I CAN JUST. DO THE THING. BUT I ALSO CAN'T. YKNOW????#I DON'T KNOW WHERE MY MIND HAS BEEN I DON'T #I'M STILL STRUGGLING WITH HEALTH Y'ALL #and sometimes instead of bouncing back and forth from feeling stable enough to do things and absolute dog shit i just-#-'welp i guess I'll just not do anything! that'll solve all of my problems! I'll get better if i don't do things and just rest and space out #-'WOW I CAN JUST BE ISOLATED AND PATHETIC IN MY ROOM ALL DAY COOL'#like...I EVEN GOT MY PAIN MEDS BACK! AND I QUALIFIED FOR A HIGHER DOSE WHICH IS A MIRACLE BC THIS IS FLORIDA!!#but like. idk.#and it's not like i don't care at all!!! I've missed you guys like fuck!!!! i just feel like I'm so far behind and everyone is on another-#-plane of existence at this point! and the longer it goes the more guilty i feel coming back bc i feel ashamed and lazy...#but i know you guys don't give a shit about at all. and I'm sorry for assuming and being so hard on myself #but also my fandoms are all over the place rn so uh. I'm so sorry LOL #but seriously anyone on art fight?? i really need to get back drawing but it's daunting...#especially since my guess 2 or 3 years were kickass by the last 2 literally no one but my wife interacted with me #one friendly fire from my partner. in two fights. after putting HOURS OF EFFORT THRU CHRONIC PAIN AND ILLNESS into all of those pieces...#i know I didn't draw a fuckton but i just got so discouraged and sad after awhile. and some never even got any attackee comments.#it all felt so damn pointless #but I'm nothing if not a survivor #as Zapp Brannigan once said; 'the spirit is willing but the flesh is spongy and bruised'#I'm a hot fuckin mess but even if i barely get any interaction at all again i can at least say i didn't give up-#and put in effort and love like always. no half-assing with art fight unless it's just me and my wife or a friend doin stupid friendly fires #BUT ANYWAY I STILL WANNA FUCK SLASHERS. IF ANYTHING THERE'S STILL THAT. IT'S STILL ME.

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miqojak · 5 months

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#people will cheer about how others should set boundaries and uphold them for their own well-being #until those boundaries prevent them from getting what they want from you #I have to constantly beg people not to use this OC blog as an aesthetic resource blog for their own OC blogs #It's a roleplay blog - which means it is effectively a scrapbook for *my* OC - and a place for people who want to interact with me/my OC #it is NOT a place for complete strangers who have no interest in the OC to come and shop for their OC's aesthetic #but people get SO MAD when you tell them you have this one and only boundary that is 'please don't use me like an object'#is it so much to ask that people who follow an RP blog actually interact with that OC?#why else would you follow an OC's blog if you aren't interested in interacting with them as a character?#anyways it's always a bummer to come across an OC blog I like that has blocked me because I insisted they not use my blog as a resource #just go follow the same resource blogs your favs do if you really don't want to interact with their OC - but you really like their aestheti #if you want to share aes. posts from someone...maybe try sharing their original creations as well so it doesn't feel like you're using them #and it feels like you're actually supporting them AND you like their aesthetic - that's all I've ever asked of people and they get SO mad #when asked to consider that there is a human being behind the screen who doesn't want to be treated like a resource...#- but as a creative/writer who is seeking contacts to do improvisational creative writing with others #the amount of strangers coming to my blog lately not to interact or share my work - but just take the 1-2 aesthetic posts I share is vexing #to all who do share: I love you and I see you and I appreciate you #and I've seriously considered just doing a random gift/giveaway from a pool of people that only consists of you guys #just to give back to the maybe 5 ppl who actually interact with me & others and support them by sharing their original work

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stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale · 1 year

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can you come back to the fandom please? miss your posts :(

Sorry, anon, I can't be as active in the fandom due to very important work.

#asks #thank you pi for providing me with the screenshots to make my dumb joke #but in all seriousness sorry anon that i'm not super active #i mean i'm still around and i answer asks sometimes #talk about the comic or anything else when i feel like it #but in case y'all couldn't tell my brain is occupied elsewhere sksks #i'm more 'active' on my dragon age side blog #and by 'active' i mean i reblog a lot of things because interacting with other people over there scares me #like i make fun of the twdg fandom for having so many kennys but da has way more and it makes browsing certain tags insufferable :/#but anyway i don't get nearly as much interaction on this blog as i used to #like y'all are always welcome to send in asks but i get a lot of repeats since we've pretty much exhausted all twdg discussions #or they're asks about [with you] which i made a Q&A about #so yeah... sorry anon

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0boko · 1 year

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god. i cannot Stop thinking about P03. i’m on mental lockdown until this fucking robot is done poking at my brain and judging me for thinking only in shitposts and memes

#god. i need to play inscryption so bad.#the idea of the two of us immediately agreeing to work together when i don't sacrifice him in the stoat card.#i'm immediately ride or die in this scenario because it's literally my only shot at freedom [until i meet the other scrybe cards]#while he was initially going to use me just to get what he wanted in act 3 BUT.. he gets attached :]#because i suck at card games and take his advice very seriously and try not to sacrifice him.. it's a stark contrast between..#..kaycee and me. God. kaycee. kaycee is SO interesting. but that's for another infodump.#ANYWAY. p03's not at all used to someone interacting with it with sincerity and curiosity and it throws him for a loop #YES he's an ass and there are a LOT of instances where we butt heads and and get into fights.#leshy was gonna put me in a goat card for a Reason lmao #BUT YEAH. in the end he decides not to go with the great transendence because he realizes the OLD_DATA can harm humans. and while he doesn'#really Care about humans.. this person in front of him is Very Much human and. despite her being strange and intense.. she's been Nice.#so he's internally like 'F%!. GOD. DAMN IT.'#like 'Ugh FINE. i won't do it. you better be grateful. -_-'#he's such a fun character. he's so full of sassiness and pettiness but you get fun glimpses into what he's like when he's not in a Situatio #GOLLY is very. very interesting....#also. this robot is trans. he/it ftw #[katie's infodumping]

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nebulaleaf · 1 year

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heehee hoo hoo procrastinating things so i rant here

#this is all on my mind because recently i interacted with one of those like... twitter akechi stans who are in an echo chamber of #akechi/akeshu. and its just impossible to talk about anything because a)the characters can't be divorced from each other. akira only exists #to prop up akechi and be his cute bf and in a way vice versa for akechi but at least he's allowed to be a bitchy asshole/have more emotions #and its considered 'cute'.#b) in those circles there's a very specific interpretation of akechi that really grates me which makes it even harder for me to take things #seriously or speak when whatever we're talking about is completely at odds.#and its not like I'm inserting myself into akeshu convos and going 'wow youre wrong' we were literally just talking about akira and akechi.#no romance. just them as characters and about the persona awards and its just bah bah bah bah bah shipping #and akeshu is a good pairing but man some of y'all make me go 'damn its not That good'#UGH and that's another reason why i find it hard to hold a conversation about anything regarding royal. because it all fucking boils down #to akeshu and 'maruki being the no.1 akeshu shipper hehe!!!' thats WEIRD you know thats really weird right #and so tiring. i know 3rd sem focuses on akira n kechi's relationship but like. you can talk about it in a way that isnt sosssososohggtgrgh #running out of steam for this rant i forget my original topic i just wanted to yell #idk man i just want nuance. please. i think this ends up being true for any fandom that gets too steeped in shipping #but Fuck nuance is one of the core themes of persona 5 and yet people don't have any

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lyxchen · 29 days

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Okay so today I kept thinking about why I was just feeling a bit strange about how meeting and talking to David Tennant went and I think I figured it out and it's because my brain is just really weird :| Cause when I got the autograph it somehow didn't feel like he was speaking to me (which he was) because idk my brain didn't register it as that and also I had to look away a few times because I was nervous and I just don't know how to change that. Also sometimes when I get really nervous I also just forget that things happened or more like I don't have a mental image of the situation and most of my memory really relys on those mental images... soo yeah, the day was great, speaking to David Tennant was amazing, my brain is just being a little weirdo whenever I meet celebritys or people who I think are really cool. But something I Did remember was when I gave him the fanart I made he said in a very happily surprised tone "You drew that yourself?" Like I can still hear that exactly how he said it ^^

#i wish i would have asked somebody to sneakily film that interaction or something because i don't remember anything else he said :((#and i'm sure he said something but i just don't remember #hhhhh idk idk #maybe it's the neurodivergent part of my brain but all the staying calm and masking stuff i usually do like Looking At People just goes out #the window when i get too nervous or don't have a lot of time for something #like seriously now that i'm thinking about it i just wish i would have looked at him more while talking to him so i could see him talk back #to me #is that weird?#genuinely tho kinda sucks that they don't let you film everything because my memory can be so bad sometimes #anywayssss #rant over now #great con and i am incredibly happy that i got to meet him and so many lovely people <333 #lea's random thoughts

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chuluoyi · 3 months

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yours, indefinitely

- geto suguru x reader

each memorable and meaningful moment shared by the two of you during your journey to parenthood ♡

genre/warnings: 18+ suggestive content—minors do not interact! (yes i can't resist it) pregnancy, a lot of comfort and love, insecurities, hurt/comfort, a dash of crack, soft!geto, massive and absolute fluff !!

note: based on this and this. this... is an idea i got after writing drabbles about soft dad gojo :') you all know this is my first time writing geto and the first time in a while i'm writing a longer fic so i'm having a lot of doubts but i hope you'll enjoy it!! wc. 3k !

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When you found out that you were five weeks pregnant, you were genuinely conflicted for two reasons— one, it was unexpected as you weren't even married yet, and two, you were anxious about your boyfriend's reaction to the news.

But contrary to your worries and fears, doubts and tears... Geto Suguru marries you. He led you to the city hall almost immediately— and just like that, in the eyes of the law, you were officially husband and wife.

Because he has always known that he wants to share his life with you, and with this newfound responsibility, it only reinforces his conviction that he wants that kind of forever with you.

MONTH TWO

Your pregnancy wasn't a breeze—no pregnancy is, to be exact—and you had resigned yourself to mornings of throwing up, but you definitely didn't expect that you would get so sick to the point of almost passing out in the bathroom.

You never wanted Suguru to see you like this, but when a strong arm got a hold of you and pulled back your hair, your heart soared regardless.

"Hey, you okay?" Suguru asked, clear worry lined in his eyes. It was five in the morning—he must've been awoken by the ruckus you caused in the bathroom.

When you heaved a breath and nodded, his frown deepened. "Why didn't you call me?"

"N-no, Sugu—" the words barely left your lips before the overwhelming urge to retch hit you again and you doubled over the toilet bowl.

Suguru maintained a steady hold on your body, and not once did he waver even when you puked your guts out. His grip only loosened when you were done, supporting you up and assisting you in rinsing your mouth at the sink.

"Do you feel better?" he asked gently, dabbing your mouth with a tissue. "Do you want me to get you some water?"

"Suguru, you don't have to—" you untangled yourself from him feebly, still feeling faint. "It stinks here—"

"I have to," he reinforced, gaze boring straight at you. "Do you really think a smelly bathroom will stop me?"

“I d-don't want to trouble you...”

Suguru sighed and the next thing you knew, you found yourself being lifted in a princess carry, his hands securely under your knees. Surprised, you let out a yelp. "Suguru! P-put me down!"

"I'm telling you, you should trouble me," he pursed his lips together, face inching closer to yours, his dark eyes captivating, almost drawing you in. "We're in this together, remember?"

And in that very second, the sound of your heartbeat echoed in your ears, and with it a renewed sense of love you had for this man, once just a figure you admired from afar and now, wholly your husband.

"Yeah..." you responded with a soft smile, completely unaware that Suguru cherished seeing that expression on your face more than anything else.

MONTH THREE

When you reached the third month, you thank all heavenly deities out there that your nausea was getting much better.

But in its place was your outrageous craving requests that more often than not sent Suguru into a daze.

"Wha? Say that again?" he looked at you with twitching eyes, mostly in disbelief. "You can't seriously ask me to... get what?"

"Ice cream with lemon toothpaste flavor," you looked at him with sad puppy eyes, almost resembling that glassy-eyed emoji. "It seemed tasty, Suguru... I want it."

His immediate response was clear this time. "No. Love, that... I doubt that combination even exists."

"Hmph... but baby wants it."

"But—!"

"Or I'll just get the toothpaste and—"

"No! Absolutely no!" okay, this was crazy, but Suguru would figure it out, somehow. "You can't eat toothpaste! I'll get it for you, okay!"

"Teehee~" your small giggle actually made his head spin even further, but if it meant you and your baby's wellbeing, Geto Suguru would cross the roads and did something to get you that non-existent ice cream.

In the end, he settled for mint and orange (because the parlor ran out of lemon) to recreate the nonsense of lemon toothpaste flavor. But when you tasted it, your eyes welled up with tears though.

“This... doesn't taste like toothpaste or lemon,” you sniffled, feeling betrayed. “Suguru, you liar.”

. . . oh, and here goes round two of wild goose chase of recreating edible ice cream for you and the baby. Sigh.

MONTH FOUR

With each passing day, your belly swelled, becoming increasingly prominent and rounder. And you wouldn’t believe it but the pregnancy glow was there—through your husband’s eyes, you looked most radiant, carrying his baby.

And it multiplied more when he saw you interact with his two girls.

"Miss Y/N, is it a boy or a girl?" Nanako inquired, touching your bump, her voice filled with excitement.

"Ah, we haven't found out yet..." you patted her in the head, quite touched that now she cared for you this much too. "What do you think it's going to be, Nanako-chan?"

"Ooh, it has to be a boy! If it's a boy, surely he'll be as handsome as Master Geto!"

Mimiko, ever the calmer of the two, hummed. "Hmm, personally I think it's going to be a girl."

"Ehh? If it's a girl... I guess, yeah— at least she's going to be cute!"

Maybe it was your hormones at play, but your spirits dampened somewhat when you noticed how Nanako leaned more towards the prospect of baby brother. The thought lingered in your mind even later that night on your marital bed, as Suguru spooned you from behind.

“Come to think about it, I think we can find out the gender right about now…” you mused, stroking your belly absentmindedly. “Suguru, do you think it’s a boy or a girl?”

Suguru chuckled, placing his warm, bigger hand over yours on your growing tummy. “Hmm, you first. What do you think?”

"Honestly... a girl. At least, if it were up to me, I want a girl though."

"Ah, cute." Suguru felt his smile broaden at the very idea. "Mimiko and Nanako will get an adorable sister to play dress up with."

You nibbled your lower lip. "But you'd want a boy, wouldn't you?"

"Hm? No," he responded almost immediately. "Quite the opposite, actually. I'm with you on this one. A girl would be nice."

"Even when you already have the twins?"

"Another baby girl— what's so bad with that?" Suguru sighed against your neck, his palm still tenderly caressing your belly. "One who will look like you—the woman whom I love the most... what are you worried about?"

One thing you loved about Suguru was his eloquence. His words had the power to persuade you, even when they seemed at odds with your own beliefs. And more often than not, his words were always aimed to make you feel safe.

And right now, you couldn't have loved him more.

. . .

In your next checkup, as if the gods were all granting your wish all this time— you're having a girl.

MONTH FIVE

“Why won’t she kick?” Suguru pressed his ears on your tummy on the bed, brows knitting together.

You grinned. “She was quite lively a little while ago. She's probably resting now.”

Suguru pursed his lips into a pout, snuggling closer to your round belly. “Hmm, little one, can you hear me? Just one kick for papa, please?”

Moments like this were ones you cherished the most. Your husband's love for your unborn child always filled your heart with warmth.

“She’s not responding.” Suguru sat up with a gentle sigh, a hint of disappointment shadowing his expression. Yet, he quickly mustered a warm smile for you. “Tired after bothering mama, huh?”

Suddenly, you let out a hearty chuckle. “You know, Suguru… I think our baby resembles you.”

He blinked in puzzlement. “Eh? How so?”

“She’s so peaceful, hardly causes me any discomfort lately—she’s idyllic, just like you.” You could feel your face getting warm but you just had to say this to your husband.

Suguru was visibly taken aback, but then the hints of pink tinted his face as he smiled. “Well… I’m glad that it’s been a smooth experience for you so far.”

Your heart swelled at his tender, genuine smile. Then, as if on cue, you felt the familiar stirrings and flutter inside—

“Suguru!”

You caught his hand and placed it on your tummy, just in time for your daughter to kick.

Suguru’s eyes sparkled with awe. "Did she just—?"

It was a profound moment for him, feeling the tangible sign of the new life you both had created. And as your laughter filled the room, light and joyful, Suguru knew with unwavering certainty—

He would do everything in his power to protect you and this baby. Who had become his whole world now.

MONTH SIX

It began as one ordinary day— before came the most horrific incident Suguru never thought would happen to you.

He got a call that you had passed out in the train station. Suguru had never truly known fear until then, feeling every hair on his body stand on end. The details he was provided were frustratingly vague, and he desperately tried not to think the worst.

He was teetering on the edge of a panic attack as he made his way towards the hospital you were brought to. The mere possibility of anything harmful happening to either you or the baby was unbearable. He didn't allow himself to consider any negative outcomes, driven by the need to be by your side.

By the time he arrived, you had regained consciousness, though you were still drifting in and out, clinging onto your swimming consciousness.

"Are you okay? Love, talk to me." Suguru got a hold of your hand as soon as he arrived, voice trembling. "What happened?"

"Suguru..." you managed to reply in feeble voice, still feeling the dull pounding in your temples. You could feel him squeeze your hand tighter. "I-I'm sorry... to m-make you worry..."

"Why are you saying sorry?" Suguru gritted his teeth in frustration. Always putting others first, he loved and sometimes hated that trait of yours. He stroked your hair. "Tell me how you feel. Do you feel better? Or should I call the doctor?"

Seeing how deeply concerned he was for both you and your baby brought a tear to your eyes. "I'm f-fine... just a little dizzy is all."

Once the doctor examined you and determined that you needed to stay in the hospital for a day due to low blood pressure, Suguru was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief.

"You really, really scared me," he said in a raspy voice. "So many things could've gone wrong. What if you fell into the tracks instead? You would— I —" his voice actually hitched. "I could've lost both of you today."

At his words, a new flood of tears threatened to spill from your eyes, and you couldn't help but sniffle. Suguru immediately comforted you.

“You’re okay, you’re okay… Don’t cry, please.” He cradled your face gently, thinking he had spooked you. “Just rest. I’m here,” and his other hand rubbed your belly for reassurance. “You and the baby are safe.”

Through this, you realized once again just how secure you were, with him.

MONTH SEVEN

You had been taking the prenatal classes lately—Suguru insisted on it because there was nothing he wouldn't spare for you— and the reality once again sank into you that you were going to have a little human to love and care soon.

"You need to hold her like this..." the friendly instructor guided, positioning her hand on the back of the doll's head. "Be gentle when washing the head, and make sure not to scratch her—"

Now you were once again learning how to bathe the baby. It felt complicated at first, but after the fifth session, you were getting the hang of it.

Not the case with Suguru though. He seemed to be genuinely struggling.

"No, sir! You're going to drown her like that!" the instructor gasped in horror, pulling the baby doll out of your husband's grasp. "I'm sorry, but the way you're holding her is too risky! You have to lower her slowly—"

It brought a wide smile on your face. It was a rare sight to see him not being good at what he was doing, so seeing him totally confused like this was refreshing.

"This is... not quite as easy as it looks," he let out a long sigh, still trying to wash the doll's head as gently as he was instructed. "And I can't really tell when I'm being too rough or not."

"Just imagine it's a real baby, how soft you think you can be?" you advised, almost giggling. "Babies are delicate, sort of like... oh! You can think of them as sensitive as Gojo!"

Suguru gave you a look. "If it were a baby with Satoru's face... I might just flip and toss him away."

And yet despite having a hard time for it, Suguru was persistent in this practice. Because no way was he going to miss out bathing his baby.

MONTH EIGHT

"Suguru... we—" you said in one intake of breath, but unable to continue as he crashed his lips into yours.

With skilled hands, Suguru deftly maneuvered the inside of your maternity sleepwear, unclasping your bra and your breasts—now heavy and full of milk—spilling out.

You didn’t mean to drag him into this. You just made one comment about how you thought that he no longer seemed to desire you as much now and Suguru responded by pulling you into a searing kiss, as if to show you that he, in fact, very much still does.

He groped your left breast and your body spasmed as you let out a hitched moan, writhing under him.

“What part of you—” he drawled, eyes blazing with certain electricity, voice deep and low—and you couldn’t help getting even wetter down there. “—that you said I’m not interested in anymore, mama?”

You mewled, feeling so small under him. You could only whine as he stripped you out of your silken undergarments and let you lay there bare, ready for the taking.

In Suguru’s eyes, you were the most divine. The mother of his child couldn't be less than heavenly. Seeing you so swollen and so full, with everything that was his—made him harder than ever possible.

You would learn it the fast way as his lips latched on your neck, nimble fingers worked through your breasts, and then your pussy—

“Ride me,” he commanded, right after turning you into a wet mush three times and tasting your cum—which was still as sweet as ever. He helped you get up and sat on his hardened member, that slid so easily inside you as you let out a whimper.

Gone was your gentle husband—he always turned into another beast entirely in bed.

“Look at you, sitting so pretty for me like this,” Suguru remarked with a meaningful grin as he placed his hands on both sides of your enormous belly.

“Mmnghh!” you scrunched your eyes shut. The sounds you made were completely beyond your will by now. Everything was just overwhelming you. The way his thick cock sheathed itself inside you and made you feel full, and the way your baby twisted and turned inside you at the same time was mind-blowing— and you haven't even started moving yet.

You could already see it already, how much of a mess you were going to be in once this ended.

Suguru noticed the baby’s rambunctious movement too and lightly tapped the skin of your belly, maintaining his sly smile.

“Oh, baby… forgive your papa and mama and buckle up, yeah? It’s going to be a rough ride for a bit.”

And soon, on one fateful morning, you were awoken by signs of labor, followed by your water breaking and full-blown contractions.

Suguru was beside you the entire time, worriedly hovering over you for support. He held you tight, providing comfort as you curled inwards each time intense contraction gripped your womb like a vice, hardening it into a rock-hard mass. Now is the real deal, he thought. Suddenly he was having doubts himself— he was going to become a parent. Both of you are.

Seeing you subjected to that much pain was almost unbearable, and even more so when your pained cries and screams echoed through the room as you brought your baby into the world, but then, then, suddenly—

His baby girl is here. She fit perfectly in his arms, round and snug in her blanket, with the softest black tufts of hair that she inherited from him. She cooed and mewled in her sleep—

—and Geto Suguru thought, nothing—absolutely nothing else mattered the very moment he laid eyes on his beautiful daughter.

"She is so tiny, so precious," Suguru whispered, his finger gently tracing the soft cheeks of the sleeping baby. Leaning on his shoulder, you could only sigh in awe, marveling at the sight of your husband and your new baby.

"Thank you," he turned to you then, eyes brimming with unshed tears and emotions. For giving me a another person to care for and love.

And you were at your happiest, finding yourself falling in love with your husband all over again, knowing well that he would cherish you with everything he had.

Days and months following the birth of your daughter was hectic and eventful.

Nanako and Mimiko had been a really great help around the house, and they adored your baby daughter more than anything, always taking turns to entertain her and make her all giggly, which brought you to another level of happiness.

And most of all, Suguru had taken his new role as a dad very seriously. You remembered him visibly struggling at baby care classes, but now he was a master of diaper changing and baby bathing— and you wouldn't be surprised if he was even better than you by now.

"Suguru, how are you so great at this all of a sudden?" you genuinely wondered with a literal question mark as you watched him washing your daughter in a bubble bath, her laughter filling the room.

"Hard work and perseverance, love," he replied, his tone light but proud. And you snorted when he gave you a wink.

Your daughter had never been shy to cry her heart out at 3 in the morning too, and each time she did, whenever you were about to leave the bed, Suguru would gently hold you back with a raspy voice, murmuring, "I'll get her. Go back to sleep."

He was the best husband a woman could ask for. Throughout the five months of your postpartum, he always made sure that you stayed hydrated, had a lot of rest and consumed nutritious food to replenish your strength. He always took over the baby-rearing duties whenever possible. You were treated no less than a princess, and honestly you were ever so grateful.

And so this time, despite his willingness, you got up from the bed and went to the baby's room. And the sight there caught your heart—

"There, there..." Suguru's voice was thick with sleep, yet he rocked your daughter back and forth with gentle patience. "Do you want to change your blanket? Is it not comfy for you?"

Your heart softened, melted—perhaps even fluttered away with the wind, turning into mush. When you first discovered a year ago that you were going to have a baby, you could never have anticipated that this was the life you would find yourself in.

Suguru opted to switch the blanket for a new one, but as you watched him fold and unfold it several times, confusion evident on his face, you decided it was time to step in.

"Here, you do it like this," your sudden appearance startled him, as you gently took the fabric away from him and wrapped your fussy daughter in it. "Looks like I finally found something you're still not great at," you teased, a playful smile dancing on your lips.

He was about to usher you back to the bedroom until you said that. "Heh."

You loved this life, and he too wouldn't trade it for the world. In the quiet tranquility of dawn, after both of you had successfully put your baby back to sleep, you spoke, "Thank you... and I love you, Suguru."

But he thought— you shouldn't have to thank him for anything, because after all, Geto Suguru lives for two princesses in his life; you and his baby daughter.

And after this, all that was left was giving you the wedding celebration of your dreams, one that both of you had been setting aside for a while now.

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