#I want to draw him from every literal angle possible

[aunty-tiger-potato]

LEE FUCKING KNOWWW OMG

#I’m going crazy #I want to draw him from every literal angle possible #he’s so gorgeous #mary's nonsense

[cozage]

hi there! if ure comfy, maybe ace and somno of youre comfortable w/ that kink 👉👈 either being the one asleep or the one acting upon it if that make sense!

A/N: Absolute FILTH. I love it. you get both :) because im feral for this man Characters: fem reader x Ace Cw: NSFW- Minors pls leave, consented somnophillia (fucking someone while they’re asleep) from both parties, orgasms, creampie, praising Total word count: 1k

Just Keep Going

“You literally fell asleep on me last night!” you whined. Luckily it was only the two of you at the breakfast table. “I was so close and then suddenly you’re asleep on the bed!”

Ace shrugged. “I can’t help it, sometimes that just happens.”

“In the middle of-!”

“I’ll tell you what,” Ace sighed, leaning in close so only you could hear him. “Next time, just keep going until you finish, okay?” he purred, his voice sweet in your ear. “As long as I can do the same when I wake up.”

Your mind raced, thinking about the possibilities that came with this agreement. The thought made a shiver run down your spine. “Deal.”

--

“Fuck,” you moaned out, grinding against him to push his cock deeper inside your cunt as you sat atop him. “Ace, right there-”

Soft snores filled your ears, and you peeked down at Ace to find his eyes shut.

“Oh, you bastard,” you whispered harshly. “Wake up!”

You leaned down, kissing his jawline and his neck, trying to stir him back to consciousness. But when Ace was asleep, he was dead to the world. 

Still, his thick cock was erect inside you, and as you slowly moved up and down, you couldn’t help but think back to what he had said the other day. He would get his turn. Now you wanted yours. 

You picked up the pace, finding just the right angle for his tip to kiss your sensitive spot. You couldn’t help but let out soft moans at the delightful feeling, and your own fingers trailed down to rub circles against your clit, causing you to tighten more around him. 

The combined feelings were too intense, and ecstasy washed over you as you spasmed around his cock, still perked inside you. You rocked against him slowly, trying to draw out your orgasm as long as you could. 

When you finally pulled yourself off of him, you could see he was coated in your slick, and you ached to go another round. But you didn’t want to be greedy, so you settled against his warm body, skin to skin, and fell asleep. 

--

Ace woke with a start, trying to thrust into a body that was no longer on top of him. He must’ve fallen asleep again, and he cursed himself for being so careless.

But he could feel your body next to him, curled into his side. He could see you illuminated by the moonlight, your body not obstructed by any pesky clothing. 

Fuck, he wanted you. 

Trying his best not to wake you, he pulled himself away from you, and then positioned himself over top of you. 

He bent down, gently sucking on your neck and moving lower to your breasts. His lips covered your nipple and his tongue swiped across it, causing it to perk up. 

You let out a soft moan in response, shifting in the bed underneath him so you were now laying on your back. 

God, you looked so pretty laid out like that for him, ripe for the taking. He gently guided your legs apart, and was thrilled to find a pool of wetness already forming there. 

“Even asleep, you’re so eager,” he whispered, placing little kisses across your breasts. 

“Ace?” You mumbled, eyelids fluttering softly. 

“Shhhh, go back to sleep,” he cooed, brushing your hair out of your face. “It’s all right.”

You let out a wordless grumble in response, but your body stilled, and he waited a few moments before he continued. 

He guided your legs just far enough apart for him to move between them, and then slowly pushed himself inside of you. He watched your face carefully for any signs of motion. Every time your face twitched, he paused and waited for you to adjust. But even asleep, you took him so well.  

He tried to go slow, he really did. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you. He moved slowly, resisting the urge to bottom out and fill you to the brim. And he was doing well controlling his urges, for the most part.

And then you let out the cutest little whimper, and he felt your walls contract around him for just an instant. And he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

“Fuck,” he whispered, pushing himself fully into you. He gently bit down against your shoulder, trying to keep himself from moaning any louder. 

His hips moved on their own; he was unable to stop them, and the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room. 

“Ace?” you whined, groggy and confused. 

“I’m sorry baby,” he whispered, kissing your forehead. “I didn’t mean to wake you. I just-fuck-”

Your walls tightened around him again, and he could feel your hips moving under him to try and get him deeper inside you. 

Fingernails raked against his back as you attempted to ground yourself. You loved this feeling, being woken up to Ace’s cock pounding into you relentlessly. Your head spun as he fucked you deeper and harder, letting all care go now that he knew you were awake.

You were close, and you knew he was too. His rhythm was starting to get erratic and unsteady. You clenched around him, your fingernails digging deeper into his back, and finally a wave of relief washed over you. 

Your own orgasm must’ve sparked his, because a moment later you felt him stutter inside of you, filling you with his seed. He let out a long, shaky breath; the two of you relishing in your high together. 

“Shit,” he whispered, covering your face with kissing as you gave him a sleepy giggle. “Sorry to wake you.”

“Don’t be sorry,” you murmured. “I think I found my new favorite way to wake up.”

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[writing-for-marvel]

Day 28: Filming

Mob!Bucky's Kinktober Honeymoon

Mob!Bucky Barnes × Wife!Reader

Summary: With your honeymoon almost over, Bucky wants to capture some precious memories on film.

Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, masturbation, oral (male receiving), slight daddy kink, spanking, slight mention of reader feeling insecure in front of the camera when it’s up close, but she fully consents to being filmed

Word count: 1.5k

A/N: the penultimate part!! I’m gonna miss these two at the end of Kinktober. Dividers by me, please do not use. Banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Bucky has you in his lap, hands splayed on your ass and his tongue in your mouth.

You had tentative plans for today that included leaving your beach front resort to go snorkelling, but when Bucky reminded you this morning that you only had a couple days left of your honeymoon, you decided staying in bed naked with your god-like husband was a much better use of your time.

“You wanna try something new?” Bucky mumbles against your lips, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth as his fingers trail tantalising swirls up and down your spine. His bare thighs are sturdy underneath your own, and his tattooed chest firm below your fingertips, but the softness in his eyes makes you melt into him.

“With you, always.” You reach between your bodies and begin stroking him, preparing for what you're certain is about to take place in the expanse of your bed. Bucky groans in response, the noise the most enticing sound you’ve ever heard. “What did you have in mind?”

Bucky Barnes, the King of New York, rarely ever looks bashful, but there’s a shyness to the way he gazes at you in this moment that makes your stomach flutter with butterflies.

“I was thinking… we have our wedding video, how about we make a honeymoon video too?” There’s something so very electrifying and alluring about the thought of immortalising your love for each other in the form of a sex tape. Capturing your most intimate moments and every angle of how perfect the two of you fit together. Something only your sets of eyes will ever view, but that will commemorate the month in your life where Bucky has made you feel the sexiest and most alluring you ever have.

The moment trembles between you, quivering with tension like a raindrop clinging to a leaf as you bite your lip before nodding in excited endorsement. Bucky surges forward, cupping your face and crashing his pillow soft lips to yours as you relax into his familiar, musky scented embrace that will forever be your definition of home.

With his insanely strong arms, Bucky lifts you from his lap, and places you with your back against masses of pillows. A jolt of exhilaration zaps through you as you’re reminded Bucky can quite literally manhandle you any time he pleases.

He grabs his phone, which had been charging on the nightstand, and holds it up as if he started recording instantly. Just the look of pure wonder and excitement on his features is enough for a desperate ache to grow between your legs.

“Touch yourself, baby. Rub that pussy for daddy.” You spread your legs wide to give Bucky and the camera the best view of your glistening folds, gathering your arousal on your fingers before focussing on your sensitive bundle of nerves. “Show me how gorgeous you look when you touch yourself thinking of your husband.”

Every time he refers to himself by that moniker, it makes you even wetter. Your husband. The man who stood in front of everyone you knew and promised to love you forever. Your souls now entwined for eternity.

And if Bucky had his way, so would your bodies.

The way Bucky seductively licks his lips as he watches you pleasure yourself makes you more turned on than you thought possible. Imagining it is instead his fingers playing with your nub, you draw tight circles over your sensitive bundle of nerves, your breathing quickening with every flick which Bucky seems to enjoy as he watches you intently through his camera with a delighted smile.

His large frame looms over you, inching the camera closer every second, completely enthralled by the little whimpers cascading from your lips and how your two fingers stimulate yourself and not wanting to chance missing capturing any of it on film.

Bucky groans when you slip your fingers inside you, you’ve never been able to reach the spots he can with his massive hands, but with him watching over you, filming you, you do your very best to give him a show that will be worth watching over and over again.

Drowning in your own pleasure you almost miss how Bucky starts stroking himself with his hand not in possession of his phone, already as hard as a rock observing the pornographic scene in front of him, but your mouth begins drooling at the realisation when you look over to him.

James Barnes, one of the most influential men in the whole world, your husband, is getting off to the picture of you masturbating, precum beading at his tip, all because he enjoys the sight of you spread out of a bed just for him. He has that look in his eye as if he wants to lick every inch of your body, devour you, but behind that is indecision, as if he’s enjoying your show far too much to interrupt for his own selfish reasons.

But as he pumps his thick length watching you intently, your chest also fills with a yearning desire to consume him, and you give in a lot quicker than Bucky does. You crawl over the bed, swaying your hips and putting on a show for the camera which is still recording your every move, before dropping to your knees in front of him.

“Is my dirty little slut desperate for daddy’s cock?” Having the camera this close to your face as you swirl your tongue around the head of his dick makes you slightly insecure, but Bucky has forever praised both how beautiful you are to him and your skills taking him in your mouth, so when he gazes down at you with the most smitten look you’ve ever seen and an anticipation where he can barely keep the phone steady, you forget all about the camera recording you and instead focus on pleasing your husband.

You choke on his cock as he hits the back of your throat, tears welling along your lash line as you push yourself down him as far as you can physically take, while maintaining the stimulating, circular pressure on your own clit.

“That’s my good girl, fuck your throat feels amazing” Bucky proclaims, affectionately rubbing your cheek with his thumb as he lets you set the pace, bobbing up and down his thick length, moaning around what you can fit in your mouth. “You look so hot gagging on this fat dick.”

You continue to suck him off with as much vigour as you can muster, until you get light headed, saliva dripping from the corners of your mouth, tears spilling from your eyes. Pulling off him, you look up at the camera with swollen lips, probably looking like the picture of pure debauchery. Given the look of utter devotion Bucky shoots you from behind his phone, you suspect he rather enjoys the sight.

He slaps his dick on your extended tongue a couple times, before you swallow him again, having caught your breath enough to continue.

Your thighs start to feel weak as your fingers focus on the bundle of nerves between your legs, and all of a sudden your orgasm comes out of nowhere, hitting you like a bus. You’re looking up innocently at the camera, taking all of Bucky in your mouth as pleasure sparks and rages like a wildfire in your belly, consuming your entire body. Moaning around his cock, you continue to furiously rub your clit as per Bucky’s growled instructions, dirty praises in the sound of his voice filling your ears even though he sounds far away.

Bucky gazes at you with a combination of awe and a craving need, moving the camera closer to your contorting face to capture every moment of pure pleasure as it floods through your body like a tsunami. He gives you his signature alluring smirk as you come down from your high, that one which always suggests he has much more in store for you yet.

He motions for you to get back up on the bed, all the while keeping you in the centre of the cameras shot.

“Show me that ass baby - yeah that’s it, the camera’s got the best view of this fucking perfect ass.” Bucky punctuates his sentence with a delicious slap to the fat of your butt, the short sting only making you drip with even more wetness to show the camera and your core ache to feel utterly full of him. “Gonna see how you take every inch, like the good little whore I married.”

As he thrusts inside you, starting at a brutal pace which has you gripping onto the bed sheets for dear life, you recognise Bucky is fulfilling his promise of keeping you satisfied and stuffed full of his cum throughout your honeymoon.

And now you’ll have the video evidence to prove it.

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[8makes1newworld]

Mine Forever

a vampire Seonghwa + human reader scenario for the beginning of Halloween season

I hope a certain someone likes this

warnings: wax play. unprotected sex. touch of degradation. blood drinking.

The candles burned low, casting an intimate and somewhat erotic glow around the room. The vampire studied the body of his subject closely, admiring the curves and angles. The wax and candles were a plaything to him, and so were you. His subject. He couldn't wait to see your reaction as the hot wax dripped onto your skin.

You knew you loved the pain that was dished out, and that was why you stayed all these years with him. Seonghwa knew it too, and that was why he wouldn't let you leave. You were stuck here with him, and he knew it, and that was part of the fun. He could do whatever he wanted with you, and there was nothing you could do about it.

You gasped sharply as he poured the hot wax onto your skin, mind reeling with pleasure despite how painful it was.

"Taking it so well, pet~" A sadistic smirk twitched at the vampires lips. His face drew near yours as he watched your face contort with the mixed feelings.

His brow quirked as you whined. "Good. Taking it so well without uttering a single word just like how I trained you~" He smiled devilishly.

Your breath caught in your throat as he tilted the candle over your chest. The sticky warmth running along your nipples was enough to cause your eyes to roll back from the sickening pleasure while terrified of what he would do to you next. Finding it exhilarating just the same.

Seonghwa purred with pleasure as he watched the substance pool on your skin, his grin mocking as he watched you where you lie before him helpless and accessible to every whim that he had for you. Being indulged in all of his dirty ideas as you accepted innocently without question.

"You like being a vampire's toy~? Aren't we both so lucky~? You're all mine to play with." The low sound of his purrs made your hair stand on end even more than you thought was possible.

The vampire admired your curves. Finding you even more beautiful then the goddess venus herself as well as Eros.

His glowing red eyes surveyed your body where you lied down.

Indeed you were everything he wanted and more. Always stirring a feeling inside of him that he had thought was long forgotten to never return again.

With you he could remember he was a man as well as vampire, craving the sweet essence that pumped through your veins as well as the feel of your creamy soft skin that enticed him to touch you.

"Does my little one yearn for a reward?" The vampire smirked as he watched you nod eagerly.

"I wonder what I should give~ Such a gorgeous jewel would need something nice, maybe something that would leave a deep impression on you~" Seonghwa's voice rang in your ears as his fingers touched the wax that had now hardened on your nipples. Giving a tug that showed to whom your body belonged to.

You whine from the lack of sensation. How he loved to hear your sounds. So soft, so innocent and literally gifts stolen from a captured angel.

"Mh will this do, little slave~?" He slots himself between your legs suavely. His crotch pressed flush against your entrance.

You nod frantically as his face draws close to yours. The menacing look of hunger mesmerizing you.

"There, there. Such a cooperative little dumb pet~" His voice was like velvet, caressing your ears with unseen hands.

"You're all mine. No one will ever have you, little darling." His voice was a firm but gentle hiss. He discarded his pants hastily and climbed onto you with the grace of a cat.

Your heart pounds. Everything you ever dreamed of with this being was in this moment when it happened.

You moan in ecstasy when you feel his tip press into your hole. Your body arching as you tried to use your arms to crawl away from the stretch that threatened to fragment the remainder of what sanity you had left.

"How can I resist such a delicious delicacy?" Seonghwa smirks at you while your eyes screw shut. He groans in enjoyment as your wet cunt envelopes him in a heavenly embrace.

Your sweet moan electrifying him and making him feel every inch of his body come to life.

"So beautiful, made just for me the warmth of your sweet embrace of love is such a succulently sweet craving to feed~" His voice tender with hints of lust.

He thrusts into you deeply, getting closer to you to inhale your sweet scent. His eyes holding contact with the big beautiful eyes that he so frequently lost himself in.

You were more than just a plaything to him. But the darkness in his heart prevented him from ever saying so.

Your moans spur him on to thrust harder and your hands tangle in his hair passionately while his fangs mark across your neck. Branding you as his.

"My little slave~" He coos sensually and effortlessly coaxed your walls to flutter with arousal. The heat within yourself growing unbearable as the union of your bodies slapping together grew louder.

"Let it out, my little doll~" He growls against your neck, "No one else will have you."

You wildly writhe beneath him as your climax grows nearer, gripping onto the vampire for dear life as all reasoning threatened to shatter.

He smirks when he feels your throat constrict with a gulp. The temptation growing stronger as his mouth closes in on your delicious, pulsing artery.

You release with a screeching cry that could easily rival a banshee. Though the sound was far more soothing and spine tingling. The sensation of his fangs burying into your neck was more than your body could handle.

Pure ecstasy racked your senses and the only thing that you could think of was him. Sucking the blood that you willingly gave him.

He groans lowly as he empties himself inside of you. The heat lulling you to sleep. As well as the loss of blood.

"Mmnh~" You moan softly and close your eyes. Drifting to sleep as the vampire withdrew his bloody fangs from your body.

The vampire gazed down at you, admiring your sleeping face in the candlelight. Your serene expression reminded him of what he had once lost.

With care, he picked you up and carried you to his chamber. The Victorian-style canopy that accented his bed was what he felt was a fitting place to lay you down beneath.

He silently wished that he was a different being now, haunted by endless memories and regrets. But every moment of seeing your peaceful face and your body lying peacefully in his arms, he couldn't help but dream of what might have been.

"As Van Helsing once said 'there's no use in crying over spilled milk'" Seonghwa whispered to himself as he admired you while you slept peacefully in his arms.

He couldn't fathom how things could have been had he been human, but for now he was content to relish every moment with you.

Whether it was love or something else entirely, you were essential to him. He needed you, and he knew you needed him just as much, maybe even more.

No one could ever desire you like he did, and that made your submission to him all the more special.

He was going to savor every instance he had with you, and try to hold on as long as he possibly could. Then maybe, one day you would be a thirsting creature just like him.

The moonlight filtering in through his gauze curtains made a gorgeous, pearlescent glow.

Your peaceful breathing was hypnotic as he watched your beautiful face.

A dark smile played upon his lips as he admired you.

One day, he would be able to have you in his life forever, and this thought filled him with a sadistic joy that he could hardly bear to imagine.

"You're mine forever, y/n~"

#ateez smut #seonghwa x reader #ateez imagines #alternate universe

[dontmixpaintinyourcoffee]

The queen herself!

design notes under the cut

alright, let's get started with the outfit-

The thing is that Ravens outfit is really cool, but it is a PAIN to draw, at least for me. There are some small details that come from them having to fit doll molds that drive me crazy, like the fact that Ravens shoes don't have heels but she walks like they do

I also had gotten really, really bored of drawing skirts, so pants it is

Ravens look is majority black with purple and silver accents, but I tweaked it a bit so that purple is the primary color, just for fun

The feathers were cool, but I wanted to save them for fancier looks, so instead I went with dragon wing style clamps on her jacket. It always bugged me that she was the first character with a dragon and that she didn't have any draconic features on her

Alright, so this is my explanation for the way she dresses in this interpretation- she doesn't want to be seen as evil, but her wardrobe is literally cursed to make any and all clothes she tries on as much like her mother's as possible. So she has to try and mold it to her own style, like "ok what's the most normal thing in here" but she's going through Goth Skeletor's closet and this is what she's managed to put together. I'd say she did pretty good! Cravat is a little much though

Yes she only wears one glove, that's on purpose. It was gonna be that the gloved hand is her primary spellcasting hand, but I immediately ruined that, so now I guess that's just something Raven thinks looks cool

Ok now the more character lore stuff

That weird little skull nightmare next to her is Prince! I don't have and have never read the books, but I have spent a lot of time going over wiki pages to try and find details I can incorporate into these designs. Apparently when Raven was a little kid her dad got her a puppy which she called Prince. At some point her mom decided it was unfitting for an evil princess and transformed him into whatever the hell a bone rat is. Needless to say, traumatizing. I can't stand a single even vaguely negative thing happening to a dog, so I'm deciding that Prince is alive, kind of immortal since he's undead-ish, and maintains the same memory and personality. He lives with Raven's dad when she's at school and he's a very good boy, he's just really, really weird.

Yeah I don't know where I'm gonna fit Nevermore in, I think she's just gonna have to join the canon with the rest of them in Dragon Games, cause I like Prince way more conceptually tbh

Evil Raven cause why not. I actually have some ideas on how the queen lineage would work, especially because Raven seems to completely control every aspect of her powers after signing in Way Too Wonderland. I really like the idea that as the next queen grows they gain more magic, but because they siphon it from the previous generation. Raven had a natural affinity for basic spells her whole life, but after a certain age she started to take her mom's powers, which are the new ones she can't control. Plus, I like that angle on the whole jealousy thing. The Queen isn't just bitter that Snow White is more fair than her, it's the double whammy of knowing that no matter what she does, her power will be drained away and made pointless by both Snow and her own family. Usurping based angst

#yes i have thought about this cartoon for children designed to sell dolls from almost a decade ago for far too long why do you ask #ever after high #eah redesign #ever after high art #eah fanart #eah #eah art #raven queen eah #eah raven #coffeepaintart

[maxenceandrebisset]

Can you please write how SEVENTEEN would act if their boyfriend was their back up dancer for a concert or performance?

The anon later added that they specifically wanted the Performance team

JUN

Oh, Junhui would absolutely ravish your presence in the most shamelessly teasing manner possible.

He already constantly brings up the fact that his boyfriend is a talented dancer just like him on every single occasion that occurs - can imagine him showing the other members your dance videos with a beaming proud smile on his face -, thus something like you landing a gig with Seventeen? He wouldn't be able to shut up about that for weeks prior, looking forward to it more than the actual comeback or award show, you would be practicing for.

This man wouldn't be able to keep his hands to himself if you were anywhere nearby to the point where he would need to be scolded by others and probably even by you and told to be professional and focus on rehearsing, cause he would really be insufferable.

Suffocating back hugs, which would come out of nowhere, resting his arm almost possessively around your waist whenever you gathered into a circle to discuss something together or were just standing around and listening to the instructions of the choreographer, slipping his hands underneath your clothes with the most innocent and yet smug expression on his face or never-ending slapping of your butt... He would have the time of his life. Not even talking about how clingy he would be during breaks when everyone just sits around the practice room and rests because he would literally ignore everyone else and act as if you were the only person in the room with him, pulling you on his lap and keeping you on there even if others were looking, cornering you against the mirror just to whisper compliments about your dancing or looks into your ears, you get the rough image...

Of course, he wouldn't mess around to such an extent during the actual performance (though it would be tempting him for sure), however, he would still send you all sorts of looks whenever you happened to face each other, even if for just a brief moment, from air kisses, winks to smug smirks and suggestive raise of eyebrows, that would sometimes throw you off slightly, making you curse at him quietly and probably even blush from the embarrassment of how easily he was able to toy with you.

HOSHI

Some would perhaps say, that Hoshi wouldn't be that much different from Junhui in this sort of situation, but I believe that your presence would only double his professionalism.

He wouldn't draw a thick line between his love and career life by straightforwardly ignoring you, he would in fact focus on you more than on any other backup dancer, but definitely not like Junhui.

His professionalism would reflect in him being significantly stricter with you than with anyone else in the room - reproaching you for even the slightest mistake like a different angle of your arms, missing one single beat, or not mirroring the exact energy of the song, he would really give you a hard time in a way that would maybe come off as too harsh in the eyes of some, but neither of you would view it like that and feel hurt by it afterward.

If Hoshi ended up with a professional dancer, he would certainly make the dancing aspect of the relationship some sort of competition, which both of you would wholeheartedly enjoy. You would literally end up challenging each other into proving who is able to give out a better performance or just learn the choreography quicker. Still, the competition wouldn't have any unhealthy toxicity in it - sure, you would scold each other pretty mercilessly if one of you messed something up, probably even get into a bit of an argument cause you would both strongly believe that the truth is on your side or that you are the one who knows better when it comes to dancing, but all of it would be done with the intention to help the other improve and wouldn't reflect into your love life in a drastic manner.

If you were really hopelessly struggling for whatever reason, Hoshi would take you to the side during the break when everyone else would go sit down to catch a breath and distract their mind with something else than the choreography, and he would willingly sacrifice those twenty minutes of rest to give you a private lesson step by step just to make sure you overcame the struggle.

Naturally, he would use physical touch on you significantly more than on anyone else while teaching you something or just correcting a slightly off posture or angle - that would be, in my opinion, his only way of telling his surroundings that you are his boyfriend during such moments.

During actual performances, that's when he would straightforwardly ignore you, especially if it was some sort of award show performance when it would be genuinely important to be professional and leave the best impression possible, or not exactly an upbeat joyful sort of song when being all smiley and touchy with others on stage would be fitting.

You can tell by the length of this, that I am really into the idea of Hoshi's partner being a professional dancer.

MINGHAO

Another member, who I believe would be extremely professional about it, though in a slightly different way.

Minghao gives me the vibe of someone, who would just like Hoshi more or less ignore you and focus on the learning of the choreography, differently said, acting as if none of the backup dancers was his boyfriend and it was practice like any other, but who would also inevitably end up observing you with admiring eyes and a soft smile on his lips in a subtle way cause he would absolutely love seeing you dance, twice as much when you were confidently killing it in front of others.

He would approach you during the break - probably take you with him to sit down on the couch in the corner and snuggle together for a while. It wouldn't be the same case as Junhui with one of you sitting on each other's laps, you would be way more modest with showing affection in public meaning leaning against each other, one leg thrown over the other's, playing with each other's hands (for some reason I can see Minghao gently playing with your rings if you wore some as some sort of calming method of his) and just casually talking in a quiet tone of voice - he would definitely throw a genuine compliment about how well you managed to grasp the choreography and he would also be more than willing to help you out if you shared your struggles with a particular move, being extremely patient with explaining it to you and correcting you.

Later on during the performance, he would treat you like any other backup dancer, read as ignore you, mainly not to distract himself from performing, though he would undoubtedly go and check on you the second the music would stop if it was a particularly exhausting and intense performance and you visibly struggled to catch a breath and drag yourself down from the stage.

DINO

He would definitely struggle to focus, but not like Junhui. For some reason, perhaps because I am imagining Dino with an older partner, who would in this particular case be more experienced dance-wise than he, I really believe that he would become a bit shy if you were among their backup dancers - whether because he would feel some sort of unspoken pressure not to mess up in front of you and indirectly embarrass even you or because looking into the mirror and seeing your face there would make him be unable to concentrate on the dancing and not you, I am not sure, probably both of those combined and several other aspects.

He would undoubtedly be teased by his Hyungs for it because they would right away know the origin of his unusually agitated composure and wouldn't hesitate to harmlessly joke about it, making him do a miserable job in denying it and you to come to him and give him a supportive hug while sharing a laugh with others.

Lord have mercy if the choreography includes something like you two interacting, cause that would be the real impossible challenge for him - even if it was just a brief interaction or eye contact, he would very like struggle with erasing a flustered smile from his lips for the rest of the performance. Overall, he would have to put all his willpower into viewing you like just another backup dancer on the stage and performing as he normally does.

Nevertheless, I can see him saying "fuck it" and going to you as to his boyfriend in the middle of a stressful practice or rehearsal just to get a hug, a bit of reassurance, and maybe a shoulder to cry and complain on.

At the end of the day, he would, despite all the struggle he would experience due to it, recall that occasion as a happy core memory of your relationship.

#seventeen #svt #performance unit #seventeen reactions #kpop male reader #male reader #hoshi #dino #minghao #junhui #kpop imagines

[tyongf-nct]

hey i’m a long time follower but i do not want to show who i am! your stories made me want to learn english so thank you for that :-)

i wanted to ask if you could write a wayv (any one) x reader where the reader is a soloist and the wayv person (sorry i forget the word 😂) mcs with them and they fall for each other

sorry for my poor english i am still learning !

hi!! thank you so much for the long time support 😭 and WOW that is a huge thing for my writing to do so THANK YOU for telling me that!! that is so kind of you to say and i am really glad my content has been enjoyable for you. pls never be afraid to slide into my inbox whenever!! and your english is literally amazing, you’re doing great!! 🫶 i am sorry this has taken me so long to answer, school has been killing me these last few months 🥲 but i hope you enjoy! 💕 i decided on kun bc this story idea felt so sweet just like him 🥰

dynamic: fem!reader x qian kun

warnings/tags: fluff, love confessions, mc!reader, mc!kun, fluffy blurb feat. romantic kun

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“Cut!” The producer’s voice echoed out across the sound stage, and you sighed in relief as the work day came to an end. You smiled to the staff member who took your MC microphone from you as you stepped off the small platform, a hand swooping in to guide you gently down the step.

Your breath hitched as you looked over to see Kun’s nimble fingers clasping yours, his handsome face smiling. You felt the heat brush up onto your cheeks as you nodded your thanks. Your hands stayed connected for just a beat too long before he released you, walking off the stage in the direction of his green room. You bit your lip, gathering the courage to follow him before walking a little too fast to not be embarrassing to anyone watching. Which, you hoped, no one was.

His door was already closed by the time you reached his room, and your fist that was ready to knock on his door froze in midair. You didn’t want to bother him, but you were dying to get asking him out over with. Over the past several months that the two of you had been working together you had grown closer, sharing meals nearly every day on and off set and filming for hours together. Now that your time as an MC was almost up, you weren’t sure if you and Kun would stay connected. Even if he didn’t feel the same way, at the very least you wanted to remain friends.

Huffing, you gathered the courage to draw your fist back again to knock when his door suddenly swung open, revealing a shirtless Kun. Unable to stop yourself, you looked down at his defined abdomen and greedily took in all his deliciously sharp angles and muscles. It wasn’t until you heard your name uttered by his smooth voice that you whipped your eyes back up to meet his. You tried to calm your racing heart as you laughed nervously, Kun’s face gentle and amused.

“Can I help you?” He chuckled.

“Yes!” You squawked. Clearing your throat, you tried again, “Mm. I mean, yes.” There, much calmer.

“I just, er, I just wanted to talk to you. Quickly, I know you’re probably tired,” you smiled brightly. He returned your smile, ushering you inside.

“Of course. Although I’m never too tired for you,” he hummed. That familiar heat made its way back up your neck as you giggled quietly.

He slid a plain t-shirt over his head, much to your relief, as you sat gingerly on the small couch in his room. Kun came to sit next you to and gave you his full attention as he faced you.

“What did you want to talk to me about?”

You picked at the skin near your thumbs as you took a deep breath, trying to find the right words.

“I—well, I’m just going to be honest. I have had so much fun MC-ing with you this year, Kun, and I hope that we can remain friends after our contracts are up. I…I just wanted to tell you that I think you’re amazing. And I’ve…I’ve grown to…” you trailed off, suddenly nervous at his possible rejection. Kun was calm as ever though, watching you with his gentle and open expression you had grown to love so dearly. He nodded encouragingly, letting you gather your thoughts.

You inhaled and exhaled, looking him in the eyes. “I’ve grown to like you. As in, more than a friend. I understand if you don’t feel the same way, but I just wanted to tell you, before it was too late,” your voice was quiet, just above a whisper. The room was silent for a few beats, and a small horror that you had ruined a wonderful friendship began to creep up inside you.

Kun banished those thoughts in the next moment, though, as he slid closer to you and grabbed your clammy hands. He held yours in his one of his own as the other held your face with devastating softness.

“Y/n…I…I’m so glad you told me that. That took a lot of bravery. Certainly more than I have,” he chuckled to himself. “I feel the same way. I have for a long time, but—honestly, I was just too nervous to confess.”

Your mouth dropped open in shock as you stared at him, watching his full lips curl into a grin as he let you take in his confession. Kun still held your hand and your face as you processed what he had said.

“Really? You, you feel the same way?” Your heart raced even faster as Kun nodded, taking his hand from your face to clasp both your hands into his.

“That’s…well, that’s great! Awesome! Ha!” You laughed brightly, relief crashing through you as your mind raced with the fantasy of finally dating the man you had fallen for.

“It is great,” he laughed with you, bringing you in for an unexpected hug. You paused only for a moment before returning it, breathing in that comforting scent you had become so accustomed to being around. The two of you pulled apart and watched one another with happy faces.

“So, do you want to go on a date?” You asked merrily.

“Wow, I have got to learn how to be this confident,” Kun shook his head, and you shoved him playfully. He snorted, then looked into your eyes with his big brown ones.

“Of course I do,” he said softly. You struggled to contain your squeal, throwing your arms around his neck once again and relishing in feeling his chest shake with laughter before his arms came around you once more. You stayed like that for a while, racing heartbeats calming and beating as one.

#asks #anons #tyongf-nct #nct #wayv #kun #qian kun #kun fluff #kun x reader #qian kun x reader #qian kun fluff #nct fluff #wayv fluff #nct x reader #wayv x reader

[mewtwoandme]

at first i didn't know what to think abt the detective pikachu movie style but your blog got me to like it a lot , is there any advice you can give to people who wanna have a realistic artstyle when it comes to pokemon ?

A LOT of references XD I have so many screenshots of Mewtwo and Charizard from the film, taken at all different possible angles from literally almost every scene they were in. I don't use them that much now cause drawing them has become easier but if you're someone who's just starting out and you want to attempt a style like mine, references help. Watch Detective Pikachu several times, that helped me a lot. Make sure you really study the pokemon in the movie, more specifically the pokemon you want to draw (if they're in the film i mean, if not then there are tons of realistic pokemon art on the internet, if pokemon you want to draw weren't featured in Detective Pikachu I recommend looking at realistic pokemon art or typing "realistic (pokemon of choice) art" cause 9 chances out of 10 you'll find what you're looking for)

And for the love of Arceus DO NOT be afraid to trace if you have to. Regardless of what some artists say about tracing and that it doesn't help you improve, it's a lie. When I started drawing mewtwo digitally I traced over images of him for awhile and would alter his arms and legs by looking at other references to get the pose I wanted. Now drawing Mewtwo has become like second nature to me and I no longer need to trace, unless something proves too difficult, we artists do it from time to time, even if some wont admit it lol. So it does help you improve. Trace over an image as many times as you need to practice until you get the feel of it and become comfortable drawing it on your own.

#answered ask #anonymous ask

[dyed-red]

#sometime i really need to write my 'john and Mary are both resurrected by amara' fic #just so i can write their discomfort at sam and dean being more domestic and settled than they ever were

outsider pov john AND mary my goddamn fucking adored i just wanna torment them a little bit there's so much you can do with them tho obviously my fav thing is them being really worried about sam and dean and then finding out they're literal fucking soulmates like oh they were never gonna be normal huh

literally it's so --

like i go back and forth on it, but tbh the way it exists in my head as an ongoing draft has sam and dean as Not (Yet) Together in a weird state of like - semi-unrequited, semi-requited attraction mess.

i picture it similar to their dynamic in Architecture of Choice (shameless self-plug sorry not sorry) in which they've always helped each other with a kissing curse or sex curse or with incubus venom or what-have-you, but are actually in a gencest state, for all intents and purposes.

but dean's (canonical) obsession with sam shines through in this dynamic even more extreme, slanted with attraction that's hard not to notice. does he want sam or want to consume him and keep him safe inside his ribcage? hard to say! but john and mary can see it's Not Normal.

meanwhile sam is like :) it's fine :)

and john hasn't put together yet that sam is unhinged in a complementary way to dean and that he actually feeds on this obsessive dynamic between them. john is too busy being guilty about what he told dean to do before dying and too busy seeing his vulnerable little kid sammy and stubborn teenage son turned very obviously ptsd-affected nervous stranger in sam's skin to really click that like, this grown ass man isn't a victim, he's actively choosing to play brotherwives with dean in this manner.

mary, on the other hand, is Weirded Out and she doesn't know how to set aside her guilt to simply talk to the son she sold to the devil so she observes sam and is like Oh, He's Making It Worse. if anything she understands dean's side more readily like, you were raised to be a protector and you sacrifice it all just to be at his side. i (unknowingly) sold my own son to get my husband back, I Get It.

mostly i want to write this fic because i have this one scene that i keep replaying in my head from different angles of john confronting dean about it in the library room with the tables and lamps, about his attraction to his brother and how he keeps him here and whatnot (you're supposed to be a good little soldier dean, you're not supposed to have wants and needs of your own, you're supposed to protect sam in the way i see fit, not the ways you see fit) -

and dean is standing his ground because if there's one thing that has confused john since being resurrected it's that dean gives him the cold shoulder and argues with him whereas sam is patient and happy to talk, and wincing but accepting of dean's moods (this, above all else, makes john's jaw clench as he tries to reconcile the son he left behind with the flinches he witnesses now).

and their argument draws sam, who is pissed that his father is laying this at dean's feet, and he swoops in and shuts john up by kissing dean right there and avowing that he doesn't care if dean wants him 'like that' and what makes him think it's just dean, anyway, and what makes him think sam doesn't choose dean above all else in every possible way he can have him?

dean, more awed than smug, because They Don't Do That. and before john can even react, it's mary who drops a cup or plate or something that shatters because that room has uh, a lot of entrances, and she's been standing there for a while unnoticed, and where dean was struggling but standing his ground (scolded little boy) under his father's disapproval, it's now sam who locks eyes on his horrified mother and now worries that she'll look at him and see nothing but a freak.

and dean grabs him and says they're going for a drive to let dad (and her) cool off, and they have to actually Discuss what just happened :)

#you ever want to write a fic just for one scene? #i've written 100k just for one scene #it's a problem #wincest #gencest #but like half-requited semi-one-sided wincest? #nice and complicated #phyn vs. writing #maybe one day i'll get back to this one #john and mary and the monsters they raised #tumblr ficlets

[mdverse]

rating the glee kids based on how easy it was to animate them

finn: 9/10

-1 bc i kept underestimating how long his part was and had to go back and add more frames at least once

all of the frames were pretty similar and tbh that was simultaneously a blessing and a curse

britt: 10/10

im a britt apologist, she can do no wrong to me, so she's the only one whose bopping around did not cost her any points

honestly the best person to get me started experimenting with smear frames here! i love her

-1 bc these aren't my best britt drawings (sorry babe)

+1 bc she somehow managed to look cute in her transitions from finn and to puck. i didn't think that was possible. who else is doing it like her <3

puck: 2/10

did not need to be moving that much. sir pls stop why were u whipping ur head around like that

also the mostly bald head keeps tripping me up but that's just a general puck thing

mike: 7/10

pretty quick, pretty easy! no complaints there he is vv cute and it's nice to draw him more

rachel: 1/10

i was feeling pretty neutral about her for a while but i'm back to hating her just bc of this

i can draw her from one angle only so everything else was a nightmare and i learned to draw her out of sheer spite

she was singing the "it's tough for you to get by" part so a. i had to sync her mouth to the words and b. it felt like a personal attack 😔 yes it was tough rachel thank u for rubbing it in

every time i thought i was done with her i had to go back and add more frames and i was seething about it

mercedes: 5/10

still not used to drawing her so genuinely who knows if the resemblance is there or not

very short segment for her tho so i suppose it could've been much worse? but i don't love what i did

sam: 8/10

so little screentime (literally 4 frames rip samuel)! quick and easy, i have to appreciate that

the hair transition from mercedes to sam was so fun actually

kurt: 9/10

literally the same :D expression the entire time! adorable <3

rory: 5/10

i have never drawn this man in my life and i may never do it again (not an insult)

santana: 9.5/10

the "go girl give us nothing" lack of movement in her shoulders is everything to me

thank u for making my life easier and looking flawless the entire time ily queen

-0.5 but only bc i got really sad the entire time i was drawing her and tbh that's not her fault in the slightest

also shoutout to her for getting The Best frame in this entire animation??

quinn: 4/10

listen usually i like drawing quinn but this was a struggle

miss ma'am did not need to be tipping her head up and down like that :(

honestly i did my best but ive definitely drawn much better quinns than these

artie: 3/10

by this point i was ready to commit murder this lil fucker would not stop moving and i wanted to cry

why. what was the point of all that. he was doing the most like his part wasn't already The Longest by a lot

every time i thought i might be getting close to the end i realised i was wrong. genuinely so emotionally devastating u don't understand

he earned himself points back tho bc i drew so many good arties and im proud of that. growth babey <3

#md rambles #animation thoughts #ratings #i have thoughts and feelings about the actual transitions (aka the cursed hybrids) but i think that's for another hypothetical post #i did the sketch version is complete silence so. lots of time to ruminate on this post #for what it's worth the inking process was much less painful but this isn't about her rn

[aphroditesacolyte]

Meryl and Diosia P23

Ch 23. // Perfect Prey // Read on AO3

Masterpost

Summary: Does love kill?

Content warnings: Indefinite/possible character death, character being eaten whole and alive, general themes of possessiveness, heavy desire, dark infatuation, morbid/violent desires, cannibalism but not technically cannibalism because they're sort of different species, please read at your own discretion, thank you!

*Note: another short one but also a chapter/concept I've been going feral over for a long time. As to whether I've properly articulated the balance between the desire to destroy your own object of affection, the balancing act between love and dark, all-consuming (quite literally :p) infatuation, and uh, cannibalism I'm not entirely sure. This'll probably be a chapter I come back to and edit often in order to better capture the concept, but I hope even if it isn't perfect yet, y'all still enjoy! <3

~Approx word count: 1,437 words

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“I’ll let you try.”

His fingers traced over Meryl’s hands—hands so trusting in the way they curled into his own, somehow a sweet, nostalgic memory to him even if he weren’t so sure he had ever experienced this before. It was familiar—loving. He caressed each finger tenderly, fascinated by their curves and form, the slight angles at which they would bend, and the softness of his palms and skin. He lifted up Meryl’s hands, a kind reverence in his movement and gaze, and pressed his lips to one while still gently cradling the other. With a slight adrenaline trickling into him, his tongue traced the bare remnants of flavour from his kiss.

He took his gaze to Meryl, the buzz and hesitance building up in his core. “You’re certain?”

“Yes. I want to know, Diosia.”

Excitement crackled and tingled throughout his whole body, through his insides and into his heart, and an almost violent fluttering resided in his stomach. This was what he had been waiting for, what he had plotted—salivated over—for almost ten months now. Months of calculation and coercing, nudging his little mer ever so closer to him, drawing him oh-so-slowly into his jaws, and now he could just about sense the taste on his tongue.

The mer trusted him to do this.

He had done it, hadn’t he?

His plan had worked.

He had won.

The silk of blue eyes brushed over him and met with his own, and every worried crease in Meryl’s expression told him that he ought to take this chance, or else the little mer might take it away from him.

He closed his eyes, slowly twisting his hands around Meryl’s, until he wrapped around Meryl’s wrists and could pull them forward—into his mouth. Fingers flinched and struck along the nerves of his lips, brushing against them in an ever-so-slight motion of defiance. However, Meryl settled with him, and soon his palms quite willingly, albeit stiffly, rested upon his tongue. He prodded gently, as if to tell Meryl to relax, and swallowed on, a murmur of delight purring through him as the taste began to truly seep in.

His hands doted over Meryl’s wrists for a moment more before he left them to be swallowed all the same, and placed his hands at Meryl’s waist. His mind became a frantic blur, and before he knew it, he was swallowing up Meryl’s arms and he had reached up gently, planting a grasp in sugared, brown curls, guiding Meryl’s head down so that it might soon join the rest of him.

The weight was already so pleasurable, feeling tired and empty space fill with the dulcet warmth of Meryl’s presence. Each swallow drew Meryl in closer, until at his chest Meryl finally lost his tension and allowed for Diosia to bear all of his weight. If not for his full throat at this he would’ve purred again, delighted even by the insignificant fact that now his jaw carried slightly more weight than it had before.

It was odd, very strange of him indeed; however, he wrapped his arms around his twitching—although compliant—repast and hugged what remained of the mer. He craved several sensations at once, that of a full stomach, and that of full arms. If he could devise a way to wrap around Meryl in every which way he would. It was at that point, as Meryl’s waist passed his lips, that he realized something:

If I kill him… he is gone.

It was a simple thought, a quiet little phrase muttered between every ravenous instinct that screamed and roared in ecstasy, but it struck him so harshly that he almost gagged on it. He had become so carried away with seizing his opportunity, that he hadn’t considered if he should’ve at all. The very thought frenzied his mind, its swift movement so easily obscuring affection and violence into one. After all, was love not for one’s object of affection to fill one’s very veins, to be spilled and to bleed out, filling another’s cup with such a fine red liquid fermented by love?

To consume, to destroy, to love.

A growing, boiling frustration splashed about such a beautiful picture—a silver platter serving a beating heart—its temporary state, the way love would so quickly decay if so ravenously devoured, and yet Diosia could not help this. He needed Meryl. In twists of carnal desire and a long-nurtured lust for violence, however, Diosia knew no other way.

This was what he was meant to do; the purpose he was divined for was to consume, to kill. The rapid assimilation of another being into his own had been but a casual code for so long that he hardly knew what it was like to not eat.

Eating was so familiar, and yet, he felt macerated beyond any reasonable amount, as if his lover could fill all he had lost in so many ways.

To kill Meryl, however, would perhaps prove as sabotage to his purpose. Bondi would inform the colony, a hunt would begin for him, and he’d be forced to run away from all the creatures he was meant to kill.

And, beneath a need to fulfill his purpose, there was something else there—the kind of heat Meryl brought to him and the overwhelming appeal he held—it would be hellish to dim it. He couldn’t bear to be without company, and he was certain he’d never find another siren if he tried. So, not only was Meryl his prize, but he had incidentally become his synthetic siren, a substituting partner. Or at least, Diosia told himself that was all it was.

The meaning of the word love, whether or not it graced his throat or his chest, his eyes, or his ears, was foreign to him—at least for now.

He brushed the thoughts aside for a moment, reasoning with himself that if he were this committed already that he ought to (at the very least) finish what he started. His thoughts gushed out again in complete admiration of his catch as so smoothly and pleasantly, Meryl’s scales slid into his mouth and down his throat. The salt and subtle scrapes that the scales gave only added to his buzz, something akin to being high.

The moment he could he gasped out in pleasure, a raw growl in his voice that foamed up into a bubbling mix of savagery and ardor tugging through his chest, dragging across his heart before leaving his throat. Fullness and a sense of gratification washed over him next as he huffed and growled like a feral wolf, still adjusting to a stifled ability to breathe. In the same bane of rapture, he flopped over onto his back. His hands grazed over the bulge in his core, utterly enamored by the figure underneath and the sensation it brought him. He was captured by his own sadism.

Helpless to his own instincts now, reveling in a place most insignificant to him—a place he hardly paid mind to now—he sat there and purred aloud, whispering sweet-nothings to likely-deaf ears. Once he sat up, his euphoria hadn’t faded, however, reason had come to join it, and so he decidedly stood up and stole away. Discarding his previous location, he sought out a place he knew very well would be perfect for the occasion.

The estuary quickly grew out of sight, and with it any chances of Bondi interrupting him, and he became temporarily comforted by the thought. He would have a time with his perfect little mer that not a soul could take away from him now.

Meryl was his and no one could change that.

After his celebration had calmed, he stopped by his collection of things, plucking up every soft item he had. He hauled everything—stolen blankets and pillows, and other little things that were very much so his favourite, up higher in the cliff he lived, creating a nest within a private, inaccessible crevice. It was well and peaceful—so much so that Diosia might’ve never chosen to leave if he could’ve. Here he curled around his lover, contented and cooing in his nest.

Despite his comfort, it was bound to end one way or another, that he knew. He had to make a choice—let the little mer live or keep him forever. However, soothed by his pile, curled up with his eyes closed and a radiant warmth cradling him, he decided now wasn’t the time.

He would decide tomorrow night—yes, that sounded much better.  

The time to decide would come… later.

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#original characters #original writing #fantasy writing #acolyte's stories: meryl and diosia #oc story #romance writing #oc: diosia #oc: meryl #original story #oc writing #fucked up shit #love meets violence or something along those lines #uhhhh #god what do you even classify this as

[2n2n]

(Sorry if i am sending too many asks!!!) The new chapter I could literally think about nothing but your analyses on the yugi twins... the rooftop! Staring at the moon! The way he looks at Tsukasa in PP Arc!!! It felt like reading your blog. Anyways, I am looking forward to seeing your thoughts on the chapter. :D

its no problem ♥! I'm feeling so relieved I no longer have to pretend like there's any possibility other than Tsukasa being Amane's yorishiro, do you know how exhausting it is to make a fake effort to sound like anything else is plausible, or to have conversations where the other person doesn't think its true??? wording every post with some plausible deniability is tedious. I'm so relieved this period of life is over and we can now ALL just get to the REAL THING: thinking about the twins bond and what this casts on all of Amane's actions!! OBJECTIVELY UNDERSTAND TSUKASA IS PRECIOUS TO AMANE AND THAT IS THAT!!!! HE ALWAYS BE GAZING MOODILY THINKING ABOUT TSUKASA!!!! THE TRUUUUTH!!!

I LOVE WHEN AIDA DRAWS PANELS WE'VE SEEN BEFORE FROM NEW ANGLES!!!

I'm OVER the MOON that it's Nene-chan who reaches the conclusion on her own and states it herself, ahh yes.... so ideal! I'm so glad she can figure it out! I can't wait for how this will influence how she thinks of Tsukasa!! I kind of hope Nene-chan is a bit upset.... yet another thing Amane kept a secret from you, another thing he didn't trust you with, was guarded about! But why? He doesn't want you to know how precious Tsukasa is, to him? Ohhh, just like Amane to hide his deepest feelings, isn't it....

MORE TO SAY IN A MOMENT, BUT SAFE TO SAY, I WAS SCREAMING INTO MY SPOUSE'S MOUTH IN BED, MY GREATEST DREAMS ARE COMING TRUE!! AVVY IS FEELING IMMENSE THRILL!!! WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

#avvy's JSHK

[thetldrplace]

Lies

I get into political debates frequently enough with someone I disagree with, but we have enough respect for each other to listen. One of the things I have been struck by in the last few months is the mirror arguments on both sides. On the conservative side, there is a thing called the Iron Law of Woke Projection, which is basically- the woke will always accuse the right of whatever they themselves are doing. Well, I was listening to someone on the progressive side make the same argument about the right- whatever they accuse us of is basically like looking at a road map of what they're doing.

Different sides, same accusations. I have heard variations of these mirror accusations all over, and it has me looking at this impasse, this inability to see the other side. Often I have heard the right accused of lying. The right says the left is lying too. It's of course possible that both sides are lying, but what exactly is meant by this? Because the simple message of calling someone a liar is: you can't trust what they're saying.  

But the nature of lies isn't typically to say something obviously untrue. OK, there are some things that are (a man is literally, biologically a woman if he feels like he is), but most of the "lies" the Other Side™ gets accused of aren't those kinds of untruths. They tend not to be direct lies of the sort you might try as a kid: I didn't eat the chocolate! (then why are you burping chocolate dust?!) I already did my homework (no, you didn't!) They tend to be of the order of not seeing some aspect of an issue the other side sees as more important. They tend to disregard or overlook the salient aspect (meaning the aspect the other side sees as important) of an issue, and in so doing, they are accused of turning a blind eye to the problem. They aren't direct lies, but they focus on the wrong thing.  

This is an inescapable fact of us having a limited viewpoint and strong opinions on what needs to be done to fix problems. Most of us, if we see a problem, think in terms of trying to figure out what we can do to solve it. In our daily lives, fixing small problems may be relatively straightforward. In society, there are problems that are not so simple, because every solution will involve trade-offs. (Trade-offs are true in everything, by the way, not just the larger scale societal problem. You didn't do the homework because you wanted to play. Play is good. Getting an F on the homework you didn't do is bad. All homework and no play makes Dave a dull boy, as the saying goes, but gets him a better grade.) Trying to find that balance, grasping the trade-offs that come with applying yourself to one thing at the expense , of another, is a big part of our maturation process. Forgetting the level of trade-offs that are inherent in solutions is one part of the problem.

The other is our limited viewpoint. Typically, I'll assume the other side, putting forward an argument I don't agree with, isn't lying per se. I'll try and chalk the difference up to seeing the issue from an angle I either can't see, or don't think is as important.  

Should we have universal healthcare? Some people think that everyone should have at least minimal care available. The trade-off might be that while the 20% that don't have care available right now will gain it, it would do so at the cost of degrading the care that the 80% currently have. There's a trade-off here. Is it better for 100% to have low-grade care? Or is it better to have 80% have higher grade care, while 20% have none? I'm just making up numbers here, but it's meant to illustrate a point. Different people are going to draw the line in different places. Deciding for either one doesn't make that person evil or stupid or uncaring. While we may not be able to come to an agreement, it would at least be helpful if we could listen to what the other side has to say- to hear why they've drawn the line where they did and why they chose one trade-off over another.  

Facts.

We've all heard the little gem: facts don't care about your feelings. Which is true. But then again facts don't care about anything because they don't have personalities and can't care. You may have heard this too: There are lies, damned lies, and then there are statistics.

Statistics can be found to support just about anything. They can be factually accurate, and yet still not really tell you much. They aren't necessarily wrong, but looking at the moral decisions for why we choose to draw the line where we do won't be helped by statistics. Facts don't care about the other sides feelings, but they don't care about yours either.

For example, there is an ancient and well-known trade-off between liberty and safety. We all want maximum liberty, right? Yay Freedom! But turning people lose to, um, 'enjoy their freedoms' can lead to the freedoms of others in their way being violated. One of the first conditions of freedom is its limitation. If we want to keep everyone safe, then people's freedom to say, drive drunk, might need to be curtailed...or cut off. Likewise, if "safety is our first priority" is really true, then wouldn't it just be better to lock everyone up? Wasn't that the message of dystopian sci-fi pics like I, Robot? The AI figured out that if humans were to be protected, it would be best be accomplished by rounding them up and protecting them from themselves. It's not wrong... but it isn’t exactly what the creators had in mind either.

So where do we draw the line between freedom and safety? That will largely depend on your personal experiences. If you're a gun guy who enjoys hunting, then 2A rights are going to be sacrosanct. If you're a grieving parent of a murdered child, you're probably going to be more in the safety first camp. There is no denying the trade-off between liberty and safety. Try to be safer, and freedom will necessarily be curtailed. Try to emphasize freedom, and society becomes more unsafe. Where one draws that line will determine which facts and statistics he/she will rely on. That doesn't mean either the safety or freedom side is lying. Both can get facts to back up their points.

Instead, we get the simple- they're lying! Well, those bastards! The lying liars from liarville just can't stop lying!! That's all they are is liars, and what can you do with such callous, senseless people? They have to be sidelined because there's just no place in society for people who hate ________ (fill in the blank with either freedom or safety.) What? Do you hate freedom (or safety)?!?

I have done my best to understand a slate of current issues. I typically try to listen to the other side's arguments so I can understand where they're coming from. We all know that there is an increasing polarization in America, but the antidote for that is to listen to the other side, not just listen to your own side demonize the other. Sometimes I recognize the other side is drawing the line at a place where I just can't. I get why they are doing so, but I disagree. Sometimes I hear what they're saying and agree, and it shifts my own position. There are other times when, even after having heard them, I am still mystified. But usually that means I'm listening to someone who isn't that adept at explaining themselves. Most everyone has at least some decent reason for believing what they do.

So the point of all this was just for me to explain that the lies you may hear the other side being accused of, aren't lies per se. They are (usually) just facts focused on a different aspect that the other side finds more relevant. And yes, you can always find people parroting talking points, or ignoramuses, on both sides. Don't waste your time using those as representative of the other side. Find people who can genuinely present a decent argument. Then decide from listening to them whether they have a point.

[duskamethyst]

stranger danger.

a/n: did i sit on top of my car to imagine this? sure did. a part of the jujutsu hub collab! thank you vee @suna-reversed for organizing this horny event for us horny people.

word count: 3.8k

genre: smut, nsfw, pwp

warnings: dubcon, literally dumbass porn, degradation + praising kink, daddy kink, gun play, mentions of alcohol consumption, dui and death, public sex, overstimulation, squirting, creampie, implied kidnapping

pairing: criminal!toji x f!reader

summary: dozing off in a parking lot seems dangerous but it seems like the right thing to do. that is, until a mysterious man taps on your window.

you shouldn’t have trusted yourself. you’ve vowed to yourself not to drink tonight, especially when you were driving to the city by yourself. maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt, you thought. but that one drink led you to another until you eventually found yourself light headed and could barely walk in a straight line let alone drive home.

so now you decide it’s best to just stop in a random parking lot and doze off for a couple of hours until you’re certain that you’re sober and ready to continue your journey back home. thankfully the lights are on and there are a few other empty cars in the lot, giving you somewhat a sense of security.

even though you aren’t completely sane at the moment, you make sure the doors are locked, turn off the engine and roll your windows down slightly to allow ventilation. if you could avoid a possible car crash, might as well avoid dying from inhaling some fatal gas. so you push back your seat and close your eyes to let sleep take you over.

but it isn’t for long until you hear a knock on the window.

startled and confused, you instantly get up thinking it would be one of the securities patrolling the area, telling you to scram but you’re only met with a rather handsome man, tall and brawny standing next to your car.

he leans down to your eye level and glares at you intimidatingly before he speaks, “get out.”

in such a panicky situation, your heavy cluttered brain doesn’t really tell you what to do nor what the hell is happening so you only stare back at him tongue tied, unable to properly gauge the situation thanks to both chemicals in your system and adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“are you deaf?” he snarls with anger distorting his face.

the sharp eyes piercing through you coupled with the discernible scar on his lips go so well into his menacing demeanor and you’re aware he’s getting impatient. unsure of what to do, your hand reaches for your keys to turn on the engine, thinking it’s best to leave but he bangs on the window as if to tell you that isn’t what he wanted.

“i only told you to get out. so, get the fuck out. now.” toji waits for you to comply, but instead you just sit there frozen and he sighs in exasperation. “look, i have a fucking gun. and if you don’t do as i say, i won’t hesitate to shoot your brains off. you don’t need it anyway, right?”

toji fishes out his gun, waving it in front of you in warning. “and you’d be fucking dumb to think it isn’t loaded.”

the threatening sight of the firearm is finally what makes you unlock your doors and he immediately swings the door open and pulls you out from your vehicle by the wrist. toji eyes you up and down, taking a special interest in the mini skirt you don with a filthy smirk across his face. he peeks inside the car briefly, delighted over the fact that you’re all alone in the middle of the night– in some deserted parking lot, no less.

“where were you from?” he suddenly asks with less gruff in his tone. the eyes raking up and down your smaller frame so flagrantly makes you feel small and vulnerable.

you lick your lips to return moisture lost to parched skin as your eyes shift from his gun to his face. “a party.”

“a party, hm?” he does a double take on your whole skimpy outfit, sending a plethora of titillating thoughts to run in his head and waking up his primal instincts. he hasn’t gotten his dick wet for a while and opportunities don’t come by so easily when he’s a man on the run. he’d have to be an idiot to let this chance slip through his fingers.

“must’ve put a lot of thought on your outfit tonight. why don’t you give me a little twirl?”

toji deliberately taps the gun on the side of his thigh, reminding you what could happen if you either scream or run. getting the hint, you decide to entertain him, knowing well that you could end up with a bullet in any part of your body if you try to escape.

but do you oppose the idea of a sickeningly attractive man trying to check you out with a weapon in his hand? not really. if anything, the alarming nature of the affair only gives a delicious thrill to your already messed up nerves.

his predatory gaze is fixed on your voluptuous curves and the little sway of your hips as you gracelessly turn around in your heels, making blood rush straight down to his cock before telling you to stop.

“get in front of the car.” he urges.

“huh? why?”

toji cocks the loaded gun in front of you, his expression turning stern and serious once more. “no talking, just do it.”

you walk towards the front with the gun behind your head, careful not to miss your step until you’re facing your car.

“hands on the hood.” he demands, dark eyes silently watching you do as you’re told like a well-trained dog.

you’re certain he can see your ass cheeks peeking underneath the hem of your skirt as cold air hits your skin. the thought of a pair of eyes staring you down hungrily forms an anticipative knot to pull tightly in your stomach as your mind wonders about the dirty things he might and could do to you.

the next thing you feel is the cool metal of the barrel under your skirt, making you shudder as it caresses your puffy folds before dragging upwards to hike up the hem of your unbearably short skirt in favor of checking your panties but oh, what a delightful surprise– not a single thread underneath it all.

“no panties?” he bites back a groan when he notices the glistening slick coated around his black gun. “don’t tell me you’re getting off to this?”

“‘m not–” you deny meekly despite the blossoming heat between your thighs growing bigger when you feel the tip of the barrel against your drenched cunt again.

“don’t lie. you’re a little slut aren’t you? went to a party without your panties on– something tells me you’re an attention whore.” he mocks, poking the gun against your entrance only to observe your little squirms.

“not a slut!” you whine giddily as you spontaneously grind against the long barrel in seek of relief for the dull ache that has formed in your core.

“no? you’re gonna tell me you’re not jerking off to my gun right now?” he chastises with a satirical smile on his lips, feeling his cock harden even more from watching the way you’re eagerly rubbing against the gun he currently holds in his hand.

“i– i don’t know what you’re talking about.” you try not to let your words slur as you play coy, even when breaths are already hitching in your throat.

“oh yeah? ‘cause that cunt is positively leaking right now.” you whimper at his words, being bad and filthy never felt so good– especially to a man you don’t even know. “bet you want me to fill that needy cunt.”

“mhm!” you mewl, gyrating your hips even more salaciously once you manage to find an angle to rub your sensitive clit, sending waves of sensations to every fiber and nerve in your body.

“now that’s an honest little slut.” he coos with amusement lacing in his voice. “why don’t you beg for it?”

you tilt your head back towards him, bottom lip jutting out into a cute pout and eyes pleading. “please..?”

toji lets out a huff, “not good enough, sweetheart.”

your eyes narrow at him, hoping he can read the desperation in them as you call him in the softest mewl that you've used to numerous guys before. “daddy.”

“hmm?” he strokes your clit by rubbing the gun back and forth and watches you quiver with a lopsided grin across his face.

“w-want– need your cock, daddy.” you pant in a shameless expression of your need for him.

“what do you need daddy to do to you, pretty girl?” he studies the barrel, now smeared with your slick.

“need daddy to fuck me– fuck my little tight cunt.”

toji draws his gun away and raises it at the back of your head. “then, get on your knees.”

you don’t need to be told twice as you instantly turn around and face him, the gun now pointing directly to your forehead and follows you even until you’re already kneeled in front him.

“you went a little too fast there, didn’t you?” he chuckles, the sound is smoky and alluring. “so eager. now, take off my pants.”

your hand reaches up to unbuckle his belt and undo his button before pulling the zipper down and tugging off his pants and briefs hastily. your mouth waters at the sight; his thick cock is already throbbing, tip flushing red and leaking precum with a prominent vein on the underside – causing you to quickly disregard the life-threatening weapon in front of your head.

seeing you blatantly gawk at him causes pride to spiral in his chest, as if you’ve never seen a dick before. but is it bad for toji to assume that you've never seen a dick as big as his?

“getting nervous now?” he teases. “fuck that. put it inside your mouth.”

toji exhales sharply once your tongue carefully licks off the salty pre on the tip, rousing him further with only kitten licks until the barrel nudges your head in warning, forcing you to stop your ministrations.

“are you asking to get a hole through your head?” he scowls, showing apparent irritation.

“no.” you answer meekly.

“then? i told you to put it inside your fucking mouth.”

“‘m sorry, daddy.” you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock and give it a few pumps up and down his shaft in hopes to please him and calm him down. “promise i’ll be a good girl.”

“then stop fucking around.”

without a second to waste, you wrap your lips around his cock and hollow your cheeks, squeezing and milking his cock with your tongue and throat as your head bobs up and down. you graze your tongue on the underside and slowly drag upwards, following the curve of his vein before giving a harsh suck on his tip, drawing out a loud groan from his throat.

“look at daddy.”

and you do, fixing your gaze with his darker ones as you slobber his cock with so much drool and you relax your throat in order to force yourself down to the base, devouring him whole even as he tilts the gun next to your head.

“wish i had my phone right now. you should see how you look.” his other hand reaches the top of your head, holding you in place and causes you to choke slightly before jerking his hips forward and begins to fuck your throat.

squelching noises resonate in the silent air, mingled with his grunts. drool starts to seep from the corners of your mouth and tears begin to well up in your eyes as his heavy balls slap against your chin.

“boys must really love you, hm?” you can feel the tension in his fingers as he puts monumental effort into restraining himself and he finally draws his gun away. “just taking it like a good girl.”

you can only whimper around his cock, the praise making you feel hotter that you find your hand between your thighs to push a finger inside your wet cunt.

“fuck– yeah, keep touching yourself like that.” he growls, the sound rumbling in his chest as the vibrations from your muffled moans are slowly sending him to the brink of an orgasm.

you’re too immersed by your own finger pumping in and out to even care about the ache that has formed on your jaw but the moment you feel his cock twitching, you both know it won’t be long until he breaks down.

“you’re gonna swallow all of it. got it?” he states more than questions, feeling his balls tightening as he starts to lose the last remaining control he owns.

you hum in response and flutter your eyes close and you wait until his hips still before he spurts thick ropes of cum down your throat, invading all your senses with the bitter taste of his load.

once he has emptied, you pull away with your tongue gliding along his length, not forgetting to lick off the sensitive slit to clean off any remnants.

“open your mouth.” he demands. you part your puffy lips and stick your tongue out, showing your obedience to his prior order and a delightful smirk makes its way on his face upon seeing that you’ve downed every drop of his cum. “good girl.”

“to be honest, i didn’t think you’d cum quickly.” you blurt out bluntly.

his brows furrow and his face contorts into a scowl. “‘fuck did you say?”

you shrug nonchalantly. you don’t know where it’s coming from either– the alcohol still lingering in your veins or the fact that you feel beyond proud that you’ve made him, some guy who claimed that he wanted to rob your car cum so fast. “well, all the guys told me i give the best head but none of them ever–”

“get up. face the car.”

toji clicks his tongue as you blink at him in confusion and he grabs your arm to pull you up on your feet before spinning you around and bending you down on the hood with his body pressing against your back. you swallow nervously when you feel a nudge against your ass, his dick is still hard despite the fact that he has cummed just a minute ago.

“you’re gonna regret that. once i fucking ravage that little cunt, you’re gonna be begging for me to cum quick.” he leans down to your ear as he threatens, sending shivers up and down your spine.

“i’m sor–”

“no. i won’t give a shit if it hurts you or when you cry for me to stop.”

toji gives a harsh smack on the plump flesh, making you jolt in surprise. with your hands down on the hood, he lifts up one of your knees on top of the car, causing you to spread wide open in an instant before he impatiently pokes the tip of his cock against your pulsating hole.

“but that’s what you want, right?”

your eyes roll back, lips parting in an appreciative squeal as you feel his fat cock stretches you out accompanied with a delicious burn when he sinks in deeper.

“mmh– s-so big–!”

“yeah? never had a dick this big before?” toji pulls out almost completely, eyes fixed on the cock glistening with your slick under the street lights, not missing the white cream attached onto the skin.

“n-no– ah–!”

toji cuts you off with one hard slam of his hips, drilling his cock into your tight pussy in a brutal pace while you keen and whimper as it brushes against your walls, each stretch and drag inside you so exquisite while deep crescent shapes of his nails form on your pliant skin as he holds you firmly by the hips for leverage.

“no wonder you’re so fucking tight. stupid boys didn’t know how to fuck you right.” his words thrum in a burst of heat as he growls in your ear, breaking through your every thought.

you tilt your head towards him with heavy lidded eyes and meet his lust addled gaze. your mouth is gaping in breathless moans, tongue slightly lolled out from your lips as you try to reach closer to his scarred lips, wanting to crash your lips onto his before it stretches into a devilish smirk and you feel warm liquid lands on your palate.

“you looked like you were begging to taste my spit.” he mocks. toji watches as you eagerly swallow it down your throat and he lets out a brittle chuckle. “dirty slut.”

your pussy flutters upon hearing how he degrades you, causing you to buck your hips wildly against him in an attempt to meet his thrusts.

“you liked that, didn’t you? i can feel you clamping down on me like a fucking whore.” he derides, fucking you harder and deeper until your world is reduced into nothing but the way he makes you feel completely stuffed and filled, the cockhead kissing your cervix with each deep strokes.

“please– make me cum, daddy–” you keen as pressure pulls taut in your lower stomach, the slick noises are so loud that the both of you can hear them even through your moans.

your body flushes against his, so close together and you can only focus on the sounds of flesh against flesh, the salacious rhythm making you more delirious.

“then, cum for me. let me feel you gush all over me.” toji brings his fingers to rub against your clit, easily tipping you over the edge by pressing tight circles until you find yourself crashing down with an orgasm exploding throughout your body.

“you want more?” he taunts, helping you ride out the aftershock by continuously rutting his hips into your cunt and not giving you the slightest chance to recuperate.

“ah– ‘s too much–” you whimper as soon as the pleasure begins to numb and you clutch onto his wrist tightly to try and pry his hand away from your sensitive clit.

“too much? don’t think that i’m done with you yet.”

toji finally draws away from you, but only turns you around to face him and effortlessly puts you on top of the hood with your elbows propping your weight. with his hands, he spreads and keeps your legs apart before sheathing his cock back inside your pulsing cunt again, completely mindless of your pathetic sobs. he lifts up your top, not surprised over the lack of bra underneath and he intently watches the way your tits bounce with each merciless pound of his cock.

“s-stop– please–” you whimper feebly as you try to shut your trembling legs together but he doesn’t budge and only keeps his grip on your thighs even tighter, stretching out your pussy for him wider.

“fucking take it.”

toji ignores your plea and his head dips low to your chest, latching his mouth onto one of your nipples and starts to flick it with his tongue coupled with harsh sucks until he pulls back with a pop and watches as the nipple stands erect before assaulting the other, swiftly sending sparks of pleasure down to the bundle of nerves.

“might as well keep you around. be my personal fucktoy. would you like that?” he grins up at you to see your jaw slacking, mouth falling in a wide ‘o’ as the burn down your core begins to cease.

“yesyesyes– make me your slut–!” your toes curl, making your heels drop down to the ground while your knuckles turn white from squeezing your hands into balled fists too hard.

“yeah? you’d do anything for a good fuck, huh?” he sneers at you, although he’s fascinated with your state of arousal.

“mhm– need daddy to fill me up with his cum–” your back rests against the car, reveling in the feeling of his cock abusing your swollen cunt like you’re nothing but a sex doll.

“but daddy’s not gonna cum yet. not even when you’re tightening around him like this.” toji slams your hips down closer to him, fucking into you deeper and harder with his heavy balls smacking your ass.

“t-too deep–! daddy, i’ll–” you babble, losing the ability to form cohesive words as you feel a strange knot twisting rapidly in your guts. the feeling is too intense and unbearable– the refined drags of his vein brushing against your spongy walls is anything but agonizing.

“come on. use your big girl words.” he drags out slowly and quickly pumps back into you ruthlessly. “or are you too dumb already?”

“i’m gonna–”

toji lifts up your legs over his shoulders as he leans down closer to you and he nips on your pulse point, causing your body to tense as your hands find home in his dark locks and tight shirt.

as soon as he lets go, your pupils are blown wide as pleasure washes throughout your body and you feel yourself gushing around the cock still buried inside you along with a broken moan from your lips. the release is oddly more relieving than your prior orgasm, making your body feel lighter as your mind ascends to a state of euphoria. you find yourself panting heavily as you squirt all over him, staining his black shirt with clear fluid and with some of it dribbling down to his thick thighs.

“making such a mess on daddy.” he groans as he feels your walls convulse around him rapidly, milking his cock dry and slowly dragging him down to his own high for the second time of the night.

you can only look at him in a cockdaze with no particular thoughts running inside your head, each one formed gone like popping bubbles. your eyes glued onto every bit of his features; the brows furrowed in concentration, the lips parting in grunts, the damp matted hair against his forehead and you drink the sight of it all even when you’re not sure if you’ll remember it all the next morning.

“fuck– it’d be a shame to not cum inside this pretty cunt, right?” his thrusts turn sporadic, dick twitching as a telltale of his pending orgasm that’s soon to crash down over him. he didn’t need to hear your answer as he ruts into you faster, hips stuttering out of control before a low, guttural sound escapes his throat as he shoots hot ropes of cum, flooding into your womb and stuffing you full with his seed.

and once he lets go of your legs you can feel your whole body sore all over, but you can’t bring yourself to care nor whatever is going to happen after this when the man in front of you has given you what you truly wanted and made you feel satiated like you’ve never felt before.

toji pulls out his spent cock and runs a hand through his hair before putting his pants back on. a cocky smirk graces his lips at the sight of your fucked out body, still splayed on top of the hood with his cum dribbling out from your pussy.

he presses your cheeks together with one hand and forces you to look at him, even as your lids are getting heavy to lift.

“i was serious about you being my fucktoy– and stealing your car.” he cackles. “so, do you wanna be in the back seat or do you prefer the trunk?”

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[k0kichiimagines]

hi do you write mysme? if so can you write seven x (fem but it doesnt matter that much) reader who self harms? like since hes watching them from the security camera he realizes that theyre literally cutting themself up and then coming to the chatroom like “heyyyy isnt it such an amazing day??” while still looking so down or something .

sorry if you dont write seven or self harm btww thanks already

i do all three of those yes! sorry this took a few days, i usually try do requests like these instantly due to their topic,

nonnie i hope youre doing okay <3 if you, or anyone else here struggles with self harm, recovery is hard but it's possible! been there, done that, almost out the other side - so i can assure you, its rough, its not fun, but it is possible, and it is worth it, so set small goals, and try <3

- mod kokichi

saeyoung [707] x reader

-> self harming reader [c-tting to be exact]

cws : self harm, knives,

for plot pretend there's a camera in the kitchen,, he said theres one outside? and none in, and he had nothing of saeran breaking in, but also he talks about being able to see you - so either you step out often to wave hi, or maybe there is a little one inside? dunno, again just pretend theres one

you hadn't been thinking really. you usually kept this to the bathroom, hidden and away.

today the knives looked especially... appealing. the soft water drops left from the recent wash that fell down the sleek metal, the sunlight that flicked through the window and hit them at a pretty angle. it looked like a painting, it felt like they were whispering to you, teasing you, taunting you. the blade looked too sharp, just a gentle slice would draw blood.

you lay it against your wrist, you pressed it lightly and took a sharp breath, then hissed in pain once you quickly slid it across. bad idea, the blood was instant, pooling out the new wound. one or two more, and then you shoved it under the tap, trying to recall where the bandages were.

your phone dinged your usual notification sound. you glanced over at it, placed on the countertop. the messenger gave you unclear messages, you guessed it was part of its secrecy, so all you saw was 'One direct message'. but it reminded you of something, it reminded you of why exactly you had recently taken to hiding in the bathroom.

because you weren't at home.

and there were cameras here.

you grabbed your phone, rushed into the small room, and locked the door as though someone might burst through. as though, he might burst through. your fingers shook as you ignored the second message, rushing to cover your cuts before any blood fell to the floor, before the stains stayed as evidence, just in case this time you couldn't remove it. you felt sick, your chest ached, your whole body was shaking now.

you didn't want to check the text. you didn't. you hoped it was a coincidence, that even if it was him, he hadn't seen you.

even though he checked every 0.2 seconds.

the longer you ignored it the more obvious it was. maybe you could play it off as a mistake, you were sure the cameras weren't super clear, right?

your hands shook, you stepped out, pacing around the small apartment as you opened the text, just avoiding the camera.

it was him. your throat felt dry. what would he think of you?

"did you accidentally cut yourself while cooking? ahh, that's the worst! there should be plasters in the cabinet, unless they've been moved."

"???" - that must have been in response to you running.

there was then a gap. a moment of time with nothing. then your name. you could feel the serious tone.

"could you call me, please?" he'd worked it out. or maybe he'd checked the footage. you replied, taking forever because trembling fingers led to typos, and typos seemed suspcious.

"don't worry, seven ! i'm fine haha, i won't distract you from work, you said you had a lot, let's call later! ^^"

"i'm not busy. not when it comes to you." the quick reply made you jump, he was clearly waiting. you began to type out a reply, about how it was all just a silly mistake, but your phone screen was replaced by the calling icon instead. you took a deep breath, you didn't trust yourself for long replies, so you answered with a simple "hi".

"i can't come right now, so i can't keep a full eye on you, nor can i force you to stop. but i know what you were doing, and i'm telling you right now, its not worth it. any sort of satisfaction you think it gives you - it's not worth it."

"seven. i..." there goes your voice cracking. "i wasnt.. doing that."

he only sighed. "i'll see you soon. at the party, or maybe sooner if i get a break. it'll be a few days at most, that's a small goal, right? try stay clean for that long, just those few days, see if you can. and if you feel you might not, then call me, and we can talk about something else. i'm good at multitasking, i can talk to you and work, alright? and even if you don't make it, i just want you to try. that's all."

"i... yeah. okay. i'll try." his voice was soothing, he wasn't disgusted, or angry. just caring. worried?

"promise me?"

"i promise."

"good." he sighed again. "did you deal with it? clean it up?"

"um, yeah." you were crying now, something about having someone both know and be trying to help felt... nice. you didn't feel strong enough to recover, and you suspected it would be hard. in fact, maybe you both knew you would do it again. maybe even in an hour. but somehow... with him there, you felt a soft hope that maybe... just maybe... you might be alright.

"don't cry..! don't cry, you'll be okay. i won't tell the others if you don't want me to, but i could tell yoosung you're not feeling well, and to go visit you? ah... but the location is a secret... maybe you could go visit him? the others are busy, he's likely just gaming"

"thank you, seven, but i think i'm okay."

"are you sure?"

"yeah."

"i can stay on the line if you want? we don't have to speak the whole time, but it would like being in the same room."

"that'd be nice. thank you." you wiped your eyes, smiling at the idea.

"anytime."

#🚀... saeyoung #saeyoung x reader #saeyoung choi x reader #choi saeyoung x reader #707 x reader #seven x reader #msyme x reader #mystic messenger x reader

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GJ and ZZH Updates — May 15-21

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This is part of a weekly series collecting updates from and relating to Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan.

This post is not wholly comprehensive and is intended as an overview, links provided lead to further details. Dates are in accordance with China Standard Time, the organization is chronological. My own biases on some things are reflected here. Anything I include that is not concretely known is indicated as such, and you’re welcome to do your own research and draw your own conclusions as you see fit. A glossary of names and terms often used can be found [here]. Please let me know if you have any questions, comments, concerns, or additions. :)

05-15 → Kangshifu Jasmine Tea posted another promo image for their “micro-movie” with Gong Jun that released on 05-20. The caption is the same as the previous promos with the addition, “I like you every day, I want to be a braver me.” 

05-16 → Kangshifu posted another photo ad of Gong Jun along with a catalogue of fan merch that would be available with their products on 05-20.

→ MUJOSH posted a short clip of blue sand art to promote their Gong Jun gift box. Fan Observation: The shape of the sand falling looks like a whale tail falling apart, a symbol that Xie Yihua’s brand has been heavily using. 

05-17 → Honor posted a teaser commercial featuring Gong Jun(’s hands) for the commercial later released on 05-20. Caption: “Is it another expression of the heart, or another arrival of surprise? Who is the one who opened the box of this mysterious gift?”

→ There’s an unconfirmed rumor that Gong Jun and Zhang Zhehan were seen together in Beijing, Chaoyang district (the district where the precinct that accepted Zhang Zhehan’s case is.) Part of the rumor is that photos were taken, but were willingly handed over after Gong Jun talked to the photographers. The description of what Gong Jun was wearing partially matches the paprazzi pictures taken the following morning. 

→ MCT released amendments to their entertainment managers guidelines, including disallowing “performance industry groups” (read: CAPA) from issueing entertainer licenses. Manager licenses as well must now be overseen by the government. [translation source]

05-18 → @yukiko-moriarty​, an AI research consultant, posted her process and findings from analyzing the 05-04 Instagram video using a program she developed, which shows results consistent with deepfake control samples. The sources and code for reproducing the test can be found [here].

→ Possible hexagon ring sighting from Gong Jun going to the airport. [another angle] [full photos]

→ Honor posted a photo ad of Gong Jun announcing the launch of their new model. (1129 kadian) This was reposted by Gong Jun’s studio Weibo with a caption that includes, “Old friends reunite again to welcome new surprises!”

→ Kangshifu posted a video teaser of their ad that later released on 05-20. Caption: “A wisp of fragrance, two kinds of romance, a confession @ Gong Jun Simon broke the dimension as two roles. ... Witness the love that is not of your kind.” (mtl) They later posted an image from the ad, caption: “Where is the super cute Momo?” [subbed video] Fan Observation: The actress who played the love interest looks remarkably similar to Zhang Zhehan. One of the drawings of her used in the video appears to have literally been traced from a picture of him. [video overlay] [video overlay]

→ Safeguard posted a commercial featuring Gong Jun to their Douyin.  Fan Observation: The bathtub of blue and white balls is very similar to a commercial Zhang Zhehan did for Nivea last year.

→ 加入百胜 posted a video promo for KFC spoken by Gong Jun. 

→ Sephora posted a video promo for Fresh spoken by Gong Jun. [subbed video]

05-19 → A new promotional image featuring Gong Jun was released for his upcoming drama Legend of AnLe. The drama was included in a post Youku made for 520. 

The drama’s Weibo also later made a post showing some of the set design. Caption: “Live up to your heart, you will get everything you want, the world will be peaceful and happy, and the prosperous world will be peaceful. I hope that those who love and be loved will be able to fulfill their wishes ✌” (mtl)

→ #GongJun trended on Twitter.

→ Gong Jun posted a douyin of himself doing a little dance. Caption: “Show off!!!” [Here] is the original dance, the video is from 03-12. Fan Observation: The pose he holds at the beginning looks like the nakama pose that Zhang Zhehan had them both do at the end of the concert, the same pose he also did in the Hello Saturday promo douyin on 03-18.

05-20 → Kangshifu released the micro-movie. Gong Jun later posted it on his personal and studio Weibos. The caption on his personal includes, “This fragrance of jasmine, I want to cherish it silently, and I want you to know it.” Fan Observation: The outfit the actress is wearing at the end looks familiar... 👀

→ Honor posted the full commercial they had previously teased promoting their new model and confirming Gong Jun as its spokesperson. A bunch of his other endorsements left comments congratulating him. [subbed video]

→ Legend of AnLe’s Weibo posted eight new stills featuring Gong Jun and the female lead Dilraba Dilmurat. Caption: “Clinging to each other in the morning and evening, when we go to Anle together, our hearts are connected, and this life is bright.” (mtl) Youku also posted two of these in profile format ten minutes later; this was reposted by the Legend of AnLe Weibo with the added caption, “There is no other person in the eyes, and all eyes are full of respect.” (mtl)

→ Rising With The Wind, Gong Jun’s other upcoming drama, posted two new promo images to their Weibo featuring him and the female lead Zhong Chuxi. An additional four stills were later posted.

→ 精彩OK posted a short video featuring Gong Jun wishing everyone a happy 520. [subbed video]

→ Gong Jun changed his Weibo pfp for the first time since 21-08-19. The photo is from a set he previously posted on 01-07. Fan Observation: We’re all hoping this means something is about to change for the better. “Open your coffins.”

→ #GongJun trended on Twitter shortly after the Kangshifu video was released, then again later when all these things started happening within minutes of each other.

→ Hsu Fu Chi posted four photo ads featuring Gong Jun. (They’re easier to see [here])

→ Colgate posted a photo ad featuring Gong Jun.

→ L’OFFICIEL magazine announced that Gong Jun will be on the double covers of their June issue, releasing 05-23. (1129 kadian) Caption: “Embrace nature in early summer, and shake hands with the future amid busyness and anticipation.” [purchase links] They also announced a double cover feature in L’OFFICIEL HOMMES, caption: “Facing the profession of acting, rather than saying his attitude is ‘naturally’ or ‘intended’ to change, @ 龚俊Simon thinks he is ‘growing up’. Besides his enthusiasm for creating characters, he has also grown into a person who empathizes with the story.” [quoted translations]  Fan Observation: The photo used in the announcement was taken at Jinhai Lake, the same place as Gong Jun’s douyin the day before.

→ KFC posted a video for their anniversary featuring Gong Jun. They later posted two photo ads for 520 [here] and [here], and a video with a voiceover by Gong Jun about their child welfare program.

→ REAL1640 posted two previously unseen Word of Honor bts photos. Caption: “Giggling puppy.” (Thank you Real-ge, we love you 🙏)

→ Kangshifu posted another short video using extra footage from the micro-movie.

→ The Instagram posted six photos from last April. I’m not including the word salad caption because either my mtl is failing me completely or it’s nonsense, and frankly I don’t care.

→ Honor posted a short video spoken by Gong Jun wishing everyone a happy 520 and promoting their new model. [subbed video]

→ Charlotte Tilbury posted a short teaser for their new brand spokesperson (Gong Jun), to be officially announced on 05-26.

→ Zhang Su (Susu) made a post denying accusations that he was the person filmed for the 05-04 video, saying that he would not do something illegal that infringes on the rights of others, he does not have the technical knowhow or necessary clothing and materials (he doesn’t have a white shirt and a white wall?), and he is not a professional voice dubber. He does not deny it being a deepfake, nor ever mentions Zhang Zhehan. [translation] Fan Observation: This has now turned the spotlight back on him. Good job, buddy.

→ Gong Jun posted in his super topic: “Idols probably didn’t like drinking milk tea at the time."

05-21 → Bluebird made a thread about the Douyin account Zhang Zuole, where the Nogi Shrine photos originated from on 08-12. The account was wiped in April. There have been suspicions that Susu may be the one behind it, due in part to the personal nature of the things posted on it.

→ Two more previously unseen Word of Honor bts photos of Gong Jun were posted by the costume assistant who posted several last week. Caption: “A sassy little Valley Master. Is such a pretty Lao Wen the one who wants to kill Bai Wuchang in a while 🤔 ps: A little backlit, bad pixels, not good.” (mtl)

→ han__home, an old Instagram account of Zhang Zhehan’s, was deactivated. This was the account he used during the period when Susu was his assistant, and had the cherry blossom photos on it. 

→ Honor made a post explaining the accessibility features on their products, which includes a graphic that shows a smart watch receiving a call from “麦哲” (“Mai Zhe”, the same Zhe as in Zhehan). The caption includes, “Glory will also continue to use warm technological power to break down barriers and move forward with love. This #521#, let love be 💗 barrier-free” (mtl) Fan Observation: This is a very small detail in a print ad. It could have very easily been edited out if there are real concerns about what was said in the Instagram video.

→ Gong Jun posted three selfies to his personal Weibo. Caption: “Learned a little ‘dance’.” Fan Observation: Fans believe these to have been taken in Qingdao during the filming of Legend of AnLe (last fall) based off what is visible in the background. Addition 07-30: First 浅.

→ #TheRealZhangZhehan trended on Twitter, an event currently in progress at the time of this post done in response to an observation that some of the recent photos put out by Xie Yihua seem to have photoshopped Zhang Zhehan’s facial structure to the point where it’s noticably different. There are fears that she’s doing this to try to prevent people from noticing if future deepfakes look off.

Additional Reading: → Flora’s daily fan news thread  → A very good thread about the reality of Gong Jun seemingly “ramping up the CP elements” in response to the Instagram. (tl;dr The cause and effect are likely actually the opposite—marketing doesn’t work that fast, and romantic ads around 520 are expected.) → Head’s up: I’m going to be out of town with limited Internet starting next week, from 05-26 to 07-10. I plan to do my best to maintain these posts, but I unfortunately can’t make any guarantees. Posts will likely be late and not as detailed as usual.

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This posted was last edited 2022-07-30.

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