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Biker! Dan heng, Sunday and aventurine?

Sfw and NSFW

Like I'm brain dead for them

DREAM RIDE. biker! honkai star rail men part one

— featuring ┊aventurine, sunday, (il) dan heng x fem!reader (all separate)

— warnings / content warnings ┊all consensual! sfw + nsfw, feminine terms used (she, girl, etc), cunniligus (aventurine #1 pussy eater strikes again), orgasm denial (sunday), jus a tad bit of subby dan heng, semi-public s3x? (sunday), blowjob (dan heng), use of vibrators (sunday), riding (dan heng) use of nicknames, multiple orgasms, bath s3x (aventurine), sunday is a MENACE here, reader implied 2 be a lil smaller than them, v4ginal fingering (aventurine), more tba! | 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.

— a/n ┊NOT PROOFREAD ! might correct tmr if i’m not sleepy! <3 anyways hi guys writers block stopped biting my ass anyways guys i’m SOOO attracted 2 aventurine it’s acc insane he needs to be jailed from how majestic he is.. erm! whoever keeps sending asks abt biker! hsr men god bless u and ur entire family | reblogs r appreciated

⊹ 𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐄

sfw.

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who would take you out for late night rides! he’s a total drama queen, let’s get that out of the way. he loves you, yes, but he’d get so pouty whenever you turn him down for your daily night rides with him, he sulks and sulks.. clinging onto your figure until you finally say yes! jokes aside, aventurine really does enjoy your company, he really does value quality time as he would go as far to even take you out to see the stars, feel the breeze and have some fresh air, or just have a midnight snack!

“come on, baby.. 2am is nothing! just come and ride with me for a bit, i promise i’ll have you back til 3?”

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who always finds himself buying you gifts before visiting you and such! sometimes he’d just be riding around on the road and all of the sudden his hands are full of bags and gifts just for you before he gets to your place! he’s a huge gift giver, spoiling you to the brim.

“would [name] like this one.. no no, maybe this one. hm.. maybe both.”

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who can be insecure at times, sometimes he thinks about whether he’s truly right for you or not. like, usually he wouldn’t give in to these thoughts but there are times where he’s just riding around at night n he suddenly stops n goes.. “what if [name] is bored of me?” even though he might not show it, poor thing needs A LOT and i mean A LOT of reassurance from you, please tell him he’s good enough for you!

“my darling.. are you sure i’m right for you? i mean, you know. i’ve just been.. thinking. you’re not gonna leave, are you.. hm? ‘gonna stay with me, right?”

nsfw.

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE absolutely loves having sex while you both take bubble baths, i mean.. it’s essential to have good hygiene, isn’t it? aventurine pumped his fingers within your pussy, circling his thumb over your clit as he licked his lips, nuzzling close against your neck. “mmh.. you like that?” his voice, husky and low as his fingers reached the deepest parts of your cunt, a sharp gasp caught in your throat as he held you firmly against him. watching you struggle to stifle your moans made him feel a combination of pride and surprise. aventurine gripped your waist lightly, offering support and reassurance. "damn, sweetheart.. are my fingers that good?" he murmured, his voice low and steady.

aventurine growled softly, pleasure coursing through him at your reaction. his fingers deeply thrusted in and out of you, feeling your tight walls spasm around his digits. with a lick of his lips, he added another finger within your drenched pussy.. the sound of water splashing against his fingers, his speed rising more and more.. stretching you delicately. "missed this," he groaned, adding more speed to his rhythm. "missed the way your body responds to me, my darling girl..” his eyes locked onto yours, seeing the desire mirrored back at him. he wanted to make you cum, that was his goal for the night.. to hear you scream his name again. the roughness of his fingers grew, the sounds of water splashing against his hand was enough to embarrass you, aeons.. he was going fast alright. “c’mon, sweetheart.. it’s been ages since i made you squirt. mmh.. these fingers are good enough to make you squirt, right?”

⊹ BIKER!AVENTURINE who would eat you out almost all the time, whether it’s on his motorcycle seat while he holds your body, or maybe his table filled with tools, or just a plain old bed. aventurine is willing to eat you out literally anywhere, his tongue piercing made it even better. aventurine savoured every second of this, allowing his senses to be consumed by your intoxicating flavour. your body trembled above him, carefully laid on the seat of his motorcycle as he chuckled against your pussy.. your hands buried in his hair as he delved deeper into your depths. the blonde’s tongue danced expertly, exploring every hidden crevice while his fingers played with your swollen bud. “you taste divine," he murmured against your sex, causing you to arch your back sharply. "just like the finest wine, only better." his words hung heavy in the air between them, fuelling your rising passion.

aventurine attacked your cunt hungrily, devouring your folds with complete vigor. aeons, he was obsessed with your pussy, and your taste. the way your wetness spilled out onto his tongue, mixing with the warm atmosphere surrounding the both of you drove him crazy. his large hands held you firmly against the seat of his motorcycle, hands roamed freely over your body, tweaking one of your nipples roughly while diving deeper inside your drenched pussy. your boyfriend groaned into your folds, feeling your walls tremble around him. “good darling.. such a good girl taking my tongue so well.” “.. ‘turine.. you’re gonna make me fall on here.. j—just eat me out on the desk..” you murmured, wincing when you felt a slap on your pussy. “whoops, sorry angel,” ugh.. this tease. “mm.. no-can-do, sweetheart. i like seeing you like this. just imagine, my cum leaking out of your pussy and right onto my bike.” he licked a single stripe on your cunt, chuckling when he noticed your legs quivering. “oh how fascinating would that be.”

⊹ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐘

sfw.

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who has a habit of grabbing onto your waist, or just snaking his arm around it! i mean, he does this for many reasons.. one, to show you’re taken, and two, mm.. he just feels like it! sunday would do it on random occasions, whether he’s talking with his biker friends, at the cashier, anywhere! he loves grabbing your waist and he makes that very clear, maybe if he’s in the mood.. he’d slide his hand beneath your shirt as well wink wink

sunday glanced at your form, a small smile forming on his face when he saw you examining your surroundings. he snaked an arm around your waist, pulling your body firmly against his.

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who’s jealousy is intense. sunday would get angry at you, give you the silent treatment, or just bluntly ignore you if you were found talking and laughing with another guy other than him. he refuses to believe that you can be happy with other guys other than him. he would glare at other people he catches staring at what’s his, he was.. possessive. and whenever you catch sight of it, he would try and manipulate you to thinking he’s doing it for your own good! because all those men that were staring at you were bad! (wow, he’s a bastard) saying this, he’s a huge manipulator.. it can be a handful dating him.

“trust me, my love. can’t you see how those men were staring at you?” his voice was soft, dangerously soft. the malicious glint in his eyes didn’t hide anything. “they’re after you, angel. they’re after what’s mine. i’m only trying to protect you. why are you so doubtful of me, hm? do you not love me anymore? are you perhaps.. bored of me?”

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who loves being in control, this can be taken in a sexual or non sexual sense <3 sunday is assertive, and he knows what’s right for you. (most of the time!) he can be a bit controlling at times, but he means no harm! he just wants to keep you safe, promise! sometimes sunday would give you that look whenever you would try n defy him, he means business.. trust me. because of this, he can be cold and stubborn towards you at times without even knowing, geez.. he really needs to work on that.

nsfw.

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY loves being in control, as i’ve mentioned.. but especially in bed. besides that, he’s so damn mean.. he doesn’t let you cum unless he tells you to, kissing your tears away with his lips. “ah ah ah, darling.. what did i say about cumming?” his eyes devoured your small frame, taking in every curve and angle of your body. sunday couldn't help but feel a surge of dominance and control over you, chuckling lowly. you was his, every fiber of your being was his, and he'd take care of you properly. his thrusts were hard to take in, his size and speed.. aeons. the way his cock slides in so easily had him biting his lip, he’s so mean and strict whenever you both make love, spanking you a few times whenever he sees you dozing off!

his eyes never left yours, even when he would immediately pull out when you were on the verge of orgasming, earning a sweet whine from your lips. “please.. please let me cum! sunday, baby please.. i can’t hold it anymore!” oh, how if only you knew how much he loves it when you beg. “oh baby.. i love it when you beg like that.” sunday groaned deeply from pleasure, landing another smack to your ass.. grinning at the sight of you swirling beneath him, “it only makes me wanna do this more.. it makes me wanna keep you here, stop you from cumming all over my cock. do you want that?” “n—no please.. please let me cum, sunday.. i need it—“ “keep begging, my angel. maybe i’ll let you cum if you keep begging and whining for me. come now, speak up.”

⊹ BIKER!SUNDAY who absolutely loves using vibrators on you whenever you both go out together, it’s amusing to him! (stupid bastard) he would increase it’s speed at random times to catch you off guard.. for his own amusement. listen, you really love your boyfriend but sometimes you just wanna slap that stupid smile off his face. you were casually picking out some candy in the candy aisle, a soft smile on your face before you felt that same old sensation within you.. causing a gasp to leave your pretty lips. “mm.. what are you looking at here, my love?” sunday murmured softly, chuckling at your vulnerable state. “sunday.. lower the speed please..” you begged, aeons! you were stupid to even think he’d decrease it’s speed!

your boyfriend smirked, the vibrator’s speed only grew more by the second as you could feel the wetness of your pussy seep through your panties, filling you with humiliation and embarrassment as you could barely walk, holding your hand over your mouth. “fuck.. sunday please..” you knew begging wasn’t gonna get you anywhere.. you knew you would have to have that stupid thing inside you for hours on end, overstimulating your pussy and entire body while your boyfriend watched and held you with pure amusement. to your bewilderment, there were times where sunday would go as far to fingering you by a nearby alleyway, his hands drenched in your juices. this man.. you wanted to be mad at him but you couldn’t bring yourself to be. sunday’s pretty fingers dug deep into your drenched pussy, knuckles deep while he had that same stupid sadistic smile on his face. “i should put that thing in you more.. look how wet your pussy is. it’s practically drooling for me, angel.”

⊹ 𝐈𝐋 𝐃𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐆

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⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who is more of a private relationship typa guy, he prefers to keep his relationships private! despite this, he still shows his love for you in many other ways, it’s easy to say that some people are even surprised he was dating you, because of how reserved he is when it came to personal matters <3 he values his and yours’ privacy, you can trust me on that!

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who struggles putting on his helmet because of his horns (lol), you find it really cute! whenever he leaves your house, sometimes he takes 10 minutes trying to figure out how to wear a helmet because of his horns. he found this so annoying to the point he probably had a custom helmet made for him and his horns!

you nearly let out a giggle when you gazed at him, struggling to wear his helmet over his head. dan heng’s tail swished against his leg, glancing up at you with a slight frown. “[name], it’s not funny.”

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who would teach you how to ride a motorcycle so you and him can ride around together, i mean.. you can’t blame him! he doesn’t show it much, but he really does hope to spend more time with you, and he thinks this is effective and efficient! dan heng would guide you through it slowly, keeping his hands on your waist while he helped your practice with the brakes and all you needed to know! to be honest, this was really just an excuse to touch you, but can you blame him? his large hands would brush against your hips, helping you adjust and sit properly, it’s a good thing these things take awhile to learn!

“mhm, i got you.” his thumb rubbed circles on your hips, humming. “you’re a fast learner, [name]. you never fail to surprise me.”

nsfw.

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who just loves having your pretty mouth wrapped around his cock after an exhausting day of biking all day and night. soft gasps and whimpers left his lips as he showed a completely different side of him that night, full of pure desperation and need. “am i.. doing this right?” your voice was muffled against his dick, sending vibrations to his nerves as his hand was carefully placed atop of your head, body aching for release. “yes.. keep sucking me off like that..” with a grunt, he closed his eyes briefly while savouring the warmth of your tongue tracing circles around the sensitive slit.

"more please, baby..“ dan heng begged, arching his back slightly as your warm, wet tongue caressed the head of his cock, teasing him mercilessly before sliding down its veiny shaft. the sensation was foreign yet familiar, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. unable to resist any longer, he reached down, gripping your hair tightly as he thrusts his hips upward, pushing deeper into your waiting mouth.his breathing became heavier, the sound of each labored gasp echoing in the otherwise silent room, punctuated by the sloppy sounds of your mouth working him over. your tongue swirls around the base of his cock, teasing the sensitive area underneath his balls before returning to suck and stroke him feverishly. “you’re so good to me.. s.. so good to me..”

⊹ BIKER!DANHENG who would let you ride him just like how he lets you ride his motorcycles! he just wants to put your pleasure first, really. dan heng’s mind raced as he watched you ride him. he was going to lose it, he knew it very well. the sight of you bouncing on his cock, your pussy coating his cock with pure white juices, the sound of your gasps, and the feeling of your breasts against his chest created a whirlwind of emotions. he watched you struggle to stifle your moans while gripping your waist lightly, offering support and reassurance. "you’re doing great, love. fuck.. take your time and do what feels good," he encouraged, his voice low and steady.

he hoped his presence provided comfort, guiding his precious girlfriend to enjoy the sensations without feeling pressure to perform. their bodies moved in harmony together, lust fuelled by the thrill of victory as dan heng’s breaths grew ragged. his face flushed at the sight of your breasts bouncing, biting his lip at how overwhelming this was.. the sound of skin slapping against each other was all that came through, their moans punctuated the intensity of their shared moment. your hands grabbed everywhere.. his biceps, his chest, and oh.. even his horns. he was absolutely losing it. “sh—shit.. use my cock, use my cock for your own pleasure, beloved.. you’re doing so well..”

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hoseoksluna · 5 months

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BOOKWORMS | knj

pairing: boyfriend!namjoon x reader

genre: smut; fluff

word count: 4.4k

summary: namjoon thinks of you when he reads a smut scene in his book.

warnings: boyfriend namjoon!!!, kimi namijoon reading, mentions of sex (riding), oral sex (f. receiving), nipple play, the importance of consent, teasing, raw sex, breeding kink <3, big dick namu!!, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, joonie's chain dangling in ur face, tummy bulge, creampie, bruising, hickeys, aftercare:(

note: it took blood, sweat and tears (hehe) to write this and i'm so happy it's finally here!! i loved writing about namjoon. he's my whole soul and the entirety of my heart and i have to write abt him again soon. please take your time reading this and enjoy urself! let me know what you think in the comments mwah (or tell me anonymously in my inbox) and as i always say please like and if u want to - reblog, but i won't pressure u baby. love love you!!

side note: if you want to jump straight to the smut, it's right under the asterisks <;3

You revel, you truly do, in seeing your boyfriend in such a serene state of mind.

Nose buried in a book, Namjoon pays no mind to the surroundings fleeting by him with each flutter of his eyelashes. It goes unnoticed by him, strangely so, how you tidy up the apartment you share. How you feed the two cats that chose you and him to be their human parents. How you fondle their soft ears. How you bend over the furniture to whisper ‘pspsps’ at them when they need a moment away from you just to see their round eyes look up at you stupidly. Namjoon usually observes these moments; this utmost natural behavior of yours. He draws strength from the homeliness of it all with each and every swell of his lungs. Needs it to survive. That is until he gets a hold of that one papery portal and sits comfortably on the couch, one ankle propped over the knee. Then, he ceases to exist in this world.

You’re happy for him. Over time, you’ve come to find that you have a certain fondness for the way he remains stoic. Because you always know what kind of book he’s reading, a smile blossoms on its own over the line of your lips whenever your eye catches the sculpture-like look on his face. It’s like even if he let himself hold his breath, his consciousness would waver back to the earth and the wretched awareness that he’s here, among mortals and the unfair capitalist system aftermath, would stream in his bloodstream, poisoning his experience. It takes the leisure out of it and makes the bed for misery instead. He doesn’t like it. Hates it, in fact. It’s a necessity that he focuses, as he embarks on the journey, because he does it for you.

Namjoon confides in his feelings and his literature with you almost on a daily basis. On the same couch, with the same cats snoring faintly, their small bodies spilling over the perimeter of your tangled legs. Doesn’t matter if it’s his thigh or the curve of your hip. The animals always find a warm crook to doze in, eavesdropping in, with their curious little ears, on the conversations you’re having. Though you reckon they like the meat of his thigh the best. You do, too. Can’t really blame them. The same serenity that intimately knows the person of Namjoon perceives the person of you when he prompts you to rest your head on his lap while he brushes his book-kissed fingers through the silky waterfall of your hair. Thoroughly explains the intricacies of the plot he’s invested in to you. Describes the characters as if they’re real people he’s become acquainted with. They are real to you as you listen. As you ask additional questions and gaze up at his eyes just to catch that one body of a shooting star fiery hot in the glossiness of his eyes. As you wonder, openly, what will happen to them.

“I’ll tell you when they tell me.” He sunk the promise onto the smooth skin of your forehead with the pucker of his lips.

It’s how you discovered, in all seriousness, that the plaster of his stoicism breaks during these literary moments.

Various colors of emotion tug and twist his features, the bare kind. The unrestrained kind. You know it’s a relief for him when the dam bursts open, soaking you in the beauty of humanness one only finds in literature these days. You can’t help but fall in love with him all over again when his eyebrows furrow. When his orbs nearly burn a hole in the ceiling when he’s trying to think of the right word that will ultimately help him convey the unfolding of the storyline. When he gives up and weaves English into his sentences, relying on his hands to say what his overstimulated brain fails to do.

He reads to pass knowledge to you. The serenity whispered it into the chambers of your heart, a puff of hot breath in winter’s cold. It soothingly rubbed his shoulders when Namjoon told you there used to be a time when he couldn’t stand the sight of his books lining up the walls of his apartment. Wanted to burn it down and watch as the evidence of his melancholy dies in front of him. Because that’s what most of his book collection consisted of back then. The innermost shadowy faces of his pain. Loneliness. Sadness. Despair from life, from it not being enough for him, from it not saving a spot there for him–not once throughout the course of his life. That’s why he reads different kinds of books now. Ones that do not reflect his survival before you.

The reader has to get wiser, ruffled by life in order to gain more, gain what they need from those once deeply loved pages. It’s what the serenity believes. It’s what you believe and hope for Namjoon. That one day, somehow by the healing of the love you give him, he will look back and pick a souvenir from that moonless country of pain. Put it up somewhere between the spines of his new cluttered collection. Look at it from time to time and sense that it’s telling him something. Something that will fill the stitched-up cracks in his heart with sunlight. Something that he will pass over to you. It’s your love language after all. Namjoon reads because you read. It’s his own personal healing thing.

You two are just a pair of two bookworms. Unfit for the world outside. Fit for the land you two created. Whose soil you take care of together.

***

Dinner is almost ready by the time you feel his fingertips gripping your hips. You hum, acknowledging his presence. Glad for the homely heat that radiates off of his body and seeps into your bones as you stir the risotto you decided to make on the stove. Coldness had been embracing you all day while he read so you’re overjoyed that he ripped it away from you.

Namjoon places a kiss on your temple and you sigh in relief. You might be too dependent on him, but so is he. He wouldn’t be nuzzling his face in your hair, squeezing your waist, peppering kisses on your tender skin if he wasn’t. It’s the perfect balance. And it’s not that you’re not able to be away from each other. The principle of looking forward to one another is what makes it so sweet, so endurable for the pair of you. Of the coming back and coming into contact at the end of the day. It’s natural. Simple. Human.

“Missed me?” Namjoon husks into your ear.

You smirk and turn off the stove, turning around to face him. “Terribly.”

His body is clad in a black T-shirt that fits his broad figure well and a pair of baggy sweats of the same color, having discarded the warm crewneck he was wearing earlier somewhere in the universe of his book. A long silver chain twinkles in the middle of his chest in the yellow light. You caress it with your fingers and leave your palm there, on the hardness of his pecs.

“I finished the book,” he says and you blink up at him. You’re not surprised at all. “Couldn’t put it down.”

Sleepy wrinkles have left their mark on his face from the cozy position he laid in for too long on the couch. His short sunlit hair, grown healthily from his military service, is tousled in all directions and you smooth it down for him. How did God bless you with such a beautiful man is something you’ll wonder about for the rest of your life.

“What happened to Theo in the end?” you ask, genuinely curious about whether one of the characters you’ve grown attached to is okay after all the shit the author put him through.

Namjoon was reading a coming-of-age book about a boy named Theo. A panorama of his childhood and adolescent life, you’ve heard all about it. Namjoon cared a lot about this story, cared a lot about the protagonist’s emotions and reactions to the reappearing storms. What made him stick with it, despite the nearly triggering themes, is the fact that Theo never let go of his optimism no matter what. It was incredibly inspiring for Namjoon. Something new. Something that he never thought could be possible. You’re proud of him for daring to read a book so reminiscent of his past.

“You’re not gonna believe it,” Namjoon says, a blush creeping along his cheeks.

You raise one of your eyebrows in question.

“Theo got laid,” Namjoon reveals, laughing softly. “I’m so happy for him.”

You gasp and burst into giggles. “What?”

“He got some!”

Your laughter rises in volume. “He lost his virginity and that’s the end?”

“It was a big moment for him. A triumph of some kind. Like he shed his old skin and left that broken life behind. It was amazing.” Namjoon’s eyes glint with tiny shooting stars and you melt. He always finds poetic meanings in the varieties of the character arcs. You think you just fell in love with him all over again.

“That’s really beautiful,” you admit. It reminds you of something. Of something quite personal. “My first time with you changed my life as well.”

Namjoon’s eyebrows curl in tenderness. Dragon eyes widen and round in fervent emotion. He squeezes his arms around you, enfolding you in a hug. Kisses you warmly. Strokes your hair down your back. Your own eyes pool with little tears with the intimate knowledge that you chose the right person to unfold your raw femininity with. No one, no man other than him could have created such a safe for that to happen.

“Tell you what,” Namjoon says a bit hoarsely. “I saw us in it.”

You hum, encouraging him to continue. Crave for more of his thoughts and confidential findings. Its fire spreading through your body, as each word of his registers in your brain, always makes you feel phenomenally alive. You’re not timid to avow that it’s your addiction. Shame doesn’t know you.

“Elena was on top and he was watching her. In awe of her,” he murmurs, caressing your cheek with the tip of his thumb. “Made me think of our last time. A life changing experience of mine as well.”

You welcome the fire and suspire with sudden desire, eyes lidding. Your heart begins to thump. Namjoon studies your reaction.

“You remember well, don’t you?” He nudges his nose against yours. “I was in awe of you just the same.”

It’s impossible not to remember. The memory consumes your mind every waking hour. Gets you needy in ways you haven’t felt before. Namjoon had you sat on his lap among the fluffiness of your innumerable pillows and plushies. Had you do all the work as he focused on the sleekness of your freshly moisturized calves, its coconut aroma interfused with the scent of sex and the euphony of your bounces, ragged breaths and broken moans making his head all fucked up. He was loud himself, more loud than you ever recalled him being. Reading your body at the mercy of the pleasure his hard length was giving you with his bottom lip sucked between his teeth. Not once did he take his eyes off of you, not once did he help you. Just gripped your calves. Your thighs. Your tits all in his face. Only when you came hard, out of your own delightful merit, did his eyes roll back. You left his hips glazed with the evidence of your well-deserved orgasm, a porcelain statue made glossy.

A little later, during your pillow talk, he told you he’d found the idea of you using him while getting yourself off extremely hot. Made him more hard than he’d been in a while. Begged you to be even more selfish next time, adding an indistinct, ‘well, of course, if you want’ to the end of his sentence because he’s Namjoon.

“I do,” you breathe. “Touched myself to it this morning while you were still asleep.”

Namjoon groans. “God.” He kisses the side of your neck. Gets close to your ear. “You wanna do it again, hm? Wanna fuck me?”

You might burst. His closeness, his heat, his need to ask for your consent turns you unstable. You’re choked up on your words, mind too fuzzy to say something. Turned on. Fucked up.

“You wanna show me how you touched yourself?” Namjoon continues, but you shake your head against the side of his face.

You had touched yourself in the shower. Couldn’t say no to the impulse. Sharing that part of you for his eyes to see isn’t something you’re quite ready for. To you, it’s still something that’s yours. Something private. A courage you have yet to pluck up. You’re afraid to give him this last part of your femininity.

“Not today,” you whisper, planting a kiss on his neck. Feel him shiver. “I’m sorry. Do you mind?”

Withdrawing from your neck, Namjoon looks you dead in the eye, brows twisted in stern seriousness. “Don’t ever apologize for something like that again. Hear me when I say that.”

You squeeze his shoulder, the corners of your mouth lowering in a pout. Thankfulness grips your heart and suddenly it’s hard to breathe.

“You know this is why we do this right?” he asks you. “Why I ask you these questions? I need to always know what you’re comfortable with so I don’t make a mistake.”

You nod. “Yes, Namjoon, I know and I’m so thankful.”

“Good. I’ll never push you to do anything you don’t want. Don’t forget that, okay?”

“Okay, I won’t.”

“That’s my girl.

You grab him by the back of his neck and engulf him in a hug. Luckiest girl in the world? That you are. The fact that you’re his is still something you can’t wrap your head around.

“We can stop. We don’t even have to do anything tonight—”

“No, Namjoon.” You withdraw. “Look.” Wrapping your hand around his wrist, you slip his hand beneath the confines of your panties.

His breath shakes when he reaches your soaked folds. He traces your hole with his middle finger and your hips follow his movement, the pleasure so faint but so good that you flutter your eyes closed.

“Fuck, baby.”

“Yeah, I need you. Need more,” you breathe out. “Can’t leave me like this, can you?”

Namjoon hums. “No, I’ll take care of you. I’ll take care of this pussy.”

He kisses you. Massages his tongue against yours. You buck your hips into his hand and Namjoon hears your body language. Takes his fingers up and rubs your swollen clit from side to side, quickening his pace as he swallows your moans down his throat. Gets angry at your tight leggings hindering him in giving you more, so he gets on his knees and swiftly pulls them down along with your underwear.

“Sit on the counter.”

You comply right away. Namjoon takes your feet in his hands and gently removes your slippers, removing your garments fully so they don’t pool around your ankles. He needs your legs spread and he needs them spread wide for what he’s about to do to you.

Torso long enough to reach you, he remains on his knees. Runs his hands up the back of your thighs to guide you into the position he wants you in. “Lock your arms around the back of your knees. Don’t let go.”

You do as he says, biting your lips in nervousness. Intertwine your hands together. Prepare yourself to die.

Namjoon studies your dewy pussy, index and middle finger mimicking the letter V as he slides them up and down your folds, squeezing just right to hear you mewling. Your knees being so close together makes her look a lot more pillowy and you hear Namjoon breathe hard, absolutely hypnotized by the beauty of your flesh.

“Fuck, baby, you’re dripping down my hand.” He withdraws his fingers to show you how your slick trickles down the lines on his palm, changing the course of his life once and for all.

Your clit throbs, breath matching his. “Please, Namjoon.”

He curses inaudibly. Brings his fingers back down to your folds, squeezes your lips and your clit together. Hisses at the sweet whimpery sounds spilling out of your mouth. Presses tighter so you whine needily for him. Takes you into his mouth when he accomplished what he wanted, tonguing your clit in slow agonizing circles that has you buckling your hips again. Puts his hands on your thighs to keep you down, flicking fast to absolutely abuse the fuck of you. Dragon eyes zeroing on yours, he gives you the hypnosis that your pussy did to him as he sucks on your bundle of nerves. You can’t even scream. Can’t breathe. The pleasure overwhelms you wholly and straps you down. There’s nothing you can do but take it.

You come hard on his tongue. Namjoon laps it all up gladly. And when he’s finished, he stands up and slips those two digits that ruined you into your hole. Doesn’t move them. Lets you adjust instead.

“One more,” he mutters. “Please.”

You nod.

“Use your words or we’re stopping.”

You groan and close your eyes, your thighs visibly shaking in your iron grip from your orgasm. “Yes, Namjoon, one more. I’ll come for you.”

Namjoon places a wet kiss on your thigh to praise you, and to thank you as well. Begins to move his fingers promptly, but can’t seem to get enough of your skin. Proceeds to make it shiny with his liquid love, sucking it to bruise you. To remember this moment a little more fondly in the morning.

Creating a trail up to the back of your knee, his digits pick up the speed. The pool of slick you left in his palm sloshes with each rapid thrust of his hand. He looks back at you and sees you lost in the pleasure, eyes lidded and unfocused. “Look at me.”

You do, weakly.

“Just a little bit more and I’ll fuck you, all right?”

You’re about to nod, but decide against it. “Mhm, yes, Namjoon, fuck.”

He smiles down at you. Your relief inches closer. “I’m so proud of you for speaking up today. For letting me know.”

You could cry right now. Because of his fingers making you feel so good. Because of his kindness making you feel so safe. It all closes in on you and you whimper.

Abruptly, Namjoon unravels your grip on your knees and kisses you, tongue slipping in. You come all over his hand, without meaning to, and he doesn’t stop. On the contrary, Namjoon fucks you harder. Takes all four of his fingers and strums your clit, prolonging your orgasm, swallowing down all of your moans.

“Come on.”

Namjoon helps you down. If it weren��t for his arms holding you steady, you would’ve collapsed on the floor. Your legs shake, muscles taut and tense.

“I got you.”

Sat on the floor with his joggers and boxers pulled beneath his crotch, he pulls you down on his lap. A wisp of precum adorns his tip and you wrap your hand around it, collecting it with your thumb. Watch him as you swirl your tongue around the digit before sucking on it, letting go with an obscene pop. Namjoon licks his lips, hands clasping your hips hard enough to bruise you. Twitches in your other hand.

“Don’t fucking do that to me, baby.”

You laugh almost inaudibly, drunk on him. “Are you gonna come in me?”

He replaces your hand, holding his length at the base for you to sink down. And you do, gasping softly at his thickness. Your dewiness helps it to be a smooth ride.

“Gonna pump you full. Leave you dripping,” he promises, voice restrained. “Gonna fuck you so good you’ll remember it for the rest of your life.”

One thing about Namjoon, he’s a man of his word.

Seated perfectly on him, he waits for you to adjust. Alleviates the tremble of your thighs with his palms, massaging the muscles. Takes off your shirt and flings it across the kitchen. Gropes your tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You start to grind on him, throwing your head back. He latches onto your nipple and flicks the nub with his tongue. You lose your mind, leaking down his balls.

“Ready?” he asks against the fullness of your breast.

“Yeah, fuck me, Joon.”

He thrusts into you once to watch you fall apart. Locks your arms behind your back. Grabs your forearms for his use.

“You forgot something.”

He thrusts again, harder this time.

“What?” you breathe out, meekly.

“What word do you use when you want to ask for something?”

He watches you as you work it out in your brain. Fucks into you three more times, equally hard, to disrupt you.

“Fuck, sorry. Please, Joon, please.”

He grinds, hips rotating in circles.

“Uh-huh, that’s right. Now use it.”

Namjoon envelops your tit in his mouth, swirling his tongue around your areola. Sucking. Keeping up the agonizing pace. Groaning when you clench down on him.

“Please, hmph, fuck me.”

Your breast bounces back when he lets go, biting his lip. “Knew you could do it,” he coos. “Smart fucking girl.”

He begins to fuck you properly. Thrusting up and down as he holds you steady, keeping his eyes locked on yours. As he takes control of your squirming, leaving his fingerprints on your forearms and waist. You’re breathless, whimpering, on the verge of sobbing. So turned on and needy for him that the emotions brim in you, threatening to spill over.

“Aren’t you?” Namjoon continues. “Aren’t you a smart girl?”

You nod, knowing exactly what he wants to hear. “I’m a smart girl.”

He spanks your ass to reward you and you arch your back. Tits all in his face. He’s mesmerized watching them bounce and nearly slap against each other, nubs hard and pointed. He licks them up, flicking them with his tongue. You round your shoulders a little in pleasure, his strong grip not letting you fold like your body wants.

“That’s right. So smart and good for me. So fucking wet. Making me lose my mind.”

Namjoon kisses you. Inhales you. Withdraws only for a mere second before he’s back, tongue in, toying with you the way you like it. You feel your relief calling your name.

“Namjoon, I’m so fucking close. I’m so close. I’m gonna come,” you whine, forehead pressed against his, face twisted in ecstasy.

Namjoon stops out of the blue and slips out of you. You whine loudly, but before you know it, he carries you to the couch and lays you down on it. Takes off all of his clothes until only his silver chain remains, shining bright in the dim light. He spreads your legs, one limb over the backrest, the other around his thigh. Grips his length and tugs at it a few times, the feeling of your wetness making him slippery pulling moan after moan out of him.

He enters you again and resumes his fast pace, holding your calf in his hand. “Smart girls come on the couch, not on the floor like whores. You got that?”

You nod almost too eagerly, fucked out beyond measure. “Yes, Joon, please make me come. Please, come here.”

Namjoon leans towards you, propping his elbows by your head, cradling you. “I’m here. I’m gonna make you come.”

From this angle, he fucks you more deeply than before, his tip reaching your cervix. You roll your eyes back, but bring them right back to his face when his chain taps you on the chin. You find it so hot that you grind your hips against his, meeting his thrusts, encouraging him to fuck you harder. The chain meets you in erratic staccatos and you scratch your nails down his bare back, the sword-like pendant hurting you in a way that you like.

Namjoon notices. Slows down his movements. Pinches the chain from the back of his neck. Prompts you to lift your head and slides it over, letting it rest in the middle of your breasts. Then fucks you back into the couch.

“So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs against your lips. “Gonna breed you. Hm. You want that, don’t you?”

The cord tightens in your lower belly. The bulge of where his tip is hitting you nudges him in his stomach and he looks down. Curses.

“Look.”

You follow his eyes and moan. “Namjoon, Namjoon, please come in me. I’m so close. Wanna feel you. Please.”

He grunts, nodding his head. Licks his fingertips and presses them against your clit. Pleasures you in fast and swift jerks until you’re knocking your head back. Only when he grabs your jaw and kisses you does the cord snap, his lips being your ultimate undoing.

Namjoon presses you down with his body, keeps you calm and collected. Kisses you all through it, your jaw, your neck, your cheeks. Then his thrusts turn sloppy and his cock twitches in you. He gives you one final hard thrusts and fills you up, groaning against your mouth.

You’re smoothing down the sting of your scratches on his back when he pulls out of you and his cum drips out of you. You wish you could see what he sees, hand on his mouth, careful to catch his drool. You push out more for him and he curses, fondling your pussy with his thumb before he pumps it back in.

He comes back to you and kisses you. Fixes your hair. Caresses your cheek. Helps you stand on your feet as he leads you into the shower. Washes every inch of your body, heedful of the bruises he left on the back of your thigh. Lathers your hair in your favorite shampoo. Wraps you in a towel. Wanted to moisturize your body, but you told him off, knowing both of you would get horny again. You let him brush your hair, though, placing a comb in his hand. He’s gentle as he undoes the knots, then he blowdries your hair.

And you do the same for him.

Once the pillow touches your cheeks, you’re both out like a light.

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imrllytootiredforthis · 8 months

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any thoughts abt yandere beomgyu or taehyun? 👀

gn!reader

warnings: yandere subs, dom reader, reader is kinda (really) mean, bully beomgyu (for beomgyu's part), bully reader (for taehyun's part), it's smut with a sub yandere so more stuff along those lines, etc.

beomgyu:

i will preach the sub bully yandere beomgyu until the day that i die-

he's such a spoiled, conceited brat that feels like he can step on anyone he deems 'deserves it' and get whatever he wants with the point of his finger

until he meets you,

who will put up with none of his bullshit, giving him none of the reaction of what he wants but maybe that's what makes him so interested in you

maybe it's the fact that he doesn't know how to deal with his emotions in a proper manner

or the fact that he's head over heels for you but doesn't know how to show it other than jeering at you in the hallways, calling you names as you walk by

but he quickly realizes that maybe you're not the best person to try to torment (pt.1 and pt.2 of previous bully!beomgyu)

because as mean as he can be, he knows you can be so much meaner than him

but maybe he likes that a little too much

even after all that he continues his little games, seeing just how far he can go, just how far he can piss you off until you're on him, making him 'regret ever being such a little bitch'-his words, not yours

he starts rumours about you, nasty ones that you can't seem to shake from the others susceptible to his influence

they'll believe anything he tells the, all because he has a pretty face and a self-acclaimed big dick

(which is, admittedly, partially true but you'd never tell him or anyone else that)

it would be a shock to anyone, really,

that beomgyu,

the guy who badmouths and bullies you on a daily basis,

tripping you in the halls and sticking crude things to your locker, causing problems and pointing the finger in your direction.

no would suspect that he,

is nothing but a whore on his knees for you behind closed doors, willing to do anything and everything for you to call him a few names.

that he sits on his knees on the tile floor of the dirty bathrooms after school, long after people have left for the day but not late enough that there won't be a few who've stayed behind for whatever other reason

that he gets off to this very idea, face red with the humiliation of it all.

moaning and whining under the eyes of the once again beomgyu - acclaimed 'school slut', fisting his cock as he desperately tries to get off,

begging, pleading with you to just touch him, just please, please, please bring him some relief.

you only roll your eyes, tugging his head back by his hair.

and he loves the fact all too much that he can see the anger that's been simmering in your eyes for weeks finally bubble to the surface. the sadistic mean side that you keep hidden from everyone else

"and why should i touch you?" your voice is a sneer that makes his cock throb in his hand. "because i'm a whore who slept with the teacher to get good grades?"

his eyes are wide, needy, greedy.

he's too used to getting whatever he wants. he's too used to people falling to their knees around him just because he's a rich boy with a pretty face.

"just, didn't want anyone else to want you-" he pants, your fingers threading through the all too soft strands of his hair. "you're mine."

"No."

he lets out a yelp when your shoe nudges against his dick,

rough and so fucking dirty but it's you and you're finally, finally touching him

you need to teach him a lesson.

"i'm not yours. and you're fucking dumb if you think i am."

one that he won't forget

"because why would i be if i was just a 'good fuck' but had some weird kinks." you laugh dryly, remembering the glint in his eyes as he stared you down, whispers formulating all around the hall about you and him.

"the irony, that you're spread out on the ground of the bathroom floor like some kind of dog, panting and begging for a treat from me? calling you a pathetic whore? and i'm the one with the weird kinks here."

you scoff

"you wish i let your pathetic dick anywhere near me, much less fuck me down into a mattress."

he can barely focus on what you're saying,

only on the feeling of your foot grinding down onto him.

he should find this demeaning,

disgusting,

wrong.

he should shove you away and get the fuck out of here with whatever decency he has left.

but he doesn't have any.

he enjoys this more than he could ever shamelessly admit, being here under your mercy

forced to be down onto his knees, stepping down on his dick as you degrade him

he could never say it aloud

but it isn't that hard to see from body language alone

the way he looks up at you with hearts in his eyes, as if you're some kind of god, blessing him with your very presence

adoration

and awe

and pure and utter love.

every cruel word dripping from your lips like honeyed venom, making his heart beat faster and his cock throb harder.

"you're fucking disgusting."

his hands fly around to grip onto your thighs, fingers digging into the fabric of your pants,

eyes lidding in bliss

"imagine if they could all see you now, spread out like this. would they idolize you then?"

he could lie and say that he didn't like it when you pulled his head back, fingers pressing into his jaw to open his mouth up,

before spitting on his tongue.

be it would be so obviously a lie.

he could also lie and say that he didn't go dumb at the taste of your saliva on his tongue, swirling around with his own before dripping down his throat

-it's the closest he's ever gotten to actually kissing you

he could say that he didn't, embarrassingly cum all over himself from it, letting out a strangled cry as ropes of it stain onto his ridiculously expensive shirt and pants

and your shoe

all while his eyes never leave yours.

looking up at you with the devotion of being the only thing that can manage to make his heart beat this fast

"now lick it off, you dog."

taehyun:

and you know what?

for the sake of these, let's just have it the opposite way for taehyun.

mean, bully reader who taunts him all day, calling him names and cornering in the hallways.

shy, lone tae who lets it happen, his head turned down, his cheeks stained pink when you do,

you didn't even realize him in the beginning, scurrying past you when you were mean to others, laughing with your friends

but he always knew you

watching you as you disinterestedly twirled a pencil through your fingers, two seats away from his

he could say from the very beginning that you interested him far beyond what was probably appropriate-but he couldn't help himself

not when he couldn't stop thinking about you, imagining the condescending tone you used directed at him for once

that sneer on your face, the look of disgust or the sadistic smile. you were gorgeous every way.

and he couldn't even restrain himself picking up his old digital camera he'd used years ago before getting bored, blowing the dust off it

and using to take pictures of you

people noticed him a bit more after that, not by much but the big camera always present in his hands or around his neck garnered it's fair share of attention

you noticed him, finally

glanced at him out of the corner of your eye in the hall or in class, but you never fully acknowledged him, never talked him

but for awhile a few looks were enough, his pictures were enough

until they weren't.

he needed more.

he needed you to look at him.

to be mean to him.

to notice him.

and you definitely did when he seemed to trip out of nowhere right in front of you and your friends,

pictures spilling out of his bag from the impact, spreading out all of the linoleum floor for everyone to see

You.

you smiling, you laughing, you frowning and glaring and sneering.

in class, on your route home, in your home.

pictures taken through a window of you half undressing, getting into bed, eating.

you stared at the photos...

before your gaze turned to him...

with everything he'd ever wanted.

finally your sights were set on him.

the word perv was thrown around, stalker and creep.

he liked them when they were from you

but those were nothing compared to the other things you'd do to him.

things he'd do for you without a second thought.

taunts were not enough. rumours he'd done a well enough job creating on his own. the rest was left up to you to fill.

you took his camera. he hasn't seen it since.

he doesn't care.

he has something much better now.

you. in the flesh. in front of him.

you had your own name for him too.

"dog."

that was perhaps his favourite.

yours too it seemed.

you thought it fit well to him.

his eyes wide, almost puppy-like when you approach him in the hallways.

you're not supposed to be here, technically he's not supposed to either.

not a peep of protest when face to face with you,

smirking toothily as you back him up into a wall, so close your nose nearly touches his, your hand resting on the wall over his shoulder, successfully trapping him in place.

he likes this position too much, even if he squirms away from your touch.

"Do you have it?"

taehyun is the type of guy you could bully for the answers to the homework or a project, but that would be too easy

you could steal his things and beat him until you were satisfied but that would probably be easier, still

it wouldn't appease that fire curling in the pit of your stomach when you see his lip quiver and his eyes flutter with unshed tears,

coincidentally it didn't appease that masochistic side to him either, the side that liked that fire in your eye when you made him do another embarrassing act

but maybe part of him that you liked so much was the willingness he had, the devotion he had to you,

following you around like a lost puppy,

at your beck and call whenever you wanted or needed him and even when you didn't.

he sits alone in his room, staring at your contact in his phone waiting for the next time you decide you're bored and want to make his life a living hell once more

coincidentally, lighting his life up once more

in some ways he needed you

and in other ways you needed him

the power trip that it gave you, knowing he'd get down on his knees in front of you and kiss your shoes, not because he was scared of you but because he loved to do it just as much as you loved to order it

"y-yeah, i have it."

he pulls something out of his bag, holding it out to you.

a small device, nothing special but the small plus and minus on it

you smirk. and slowly you let your eyes travel down the length of his body.'

"good boy~"

was it natural to feel a chest palpitation

when you call him that?

when you look at him with those eyes?

when you're so mean to him?

why does it only make his heart flutter?

"so what happens if I..."

you click your tongue at the exact moment your slide your finger down to click the plus button up,

click,

his body jolts, a rush of heat spreading throughout his body.

the toy vibrates inside of him, just for you.

click,

he clenches his jaw tight, trying not to make a sound under your eyes

"too much!" he squeaks.

you tilt your head to the side.

click.

he lets out a dry sob, body trembling against the wall, shaky legs only being kept upright by your hips pinning him to the surface.

"oh baby," a finger pushes his chin up, brushing over his pulse point and adam's apple before forcing his eyes onto yours.

"don't be a wimp now~"

you move in, close and for a momentary second of bliss he thinks you'll press your lips against his and fulfill the nasty wish of being touched by his bully for all too long

his eyes fall shut, lips parted in quiet pants

but you don't come.

you only laugh.

click.

"it's only too much when i say it's too much, puppy~"

his head spins. his eyes squeeze shut harder

and suddenly he hears a different click, more of a flash if he had to place it-

-a shudder?

he pries his eyes open to see you standing there still, somehow seeming to tower above him despite being the same height.

with his camera in hand.

"look at the camera puppy~"

and so he does

he whines, glazed over eyes staring directly at the lens, the utter adoration seeping through into the photo when you eventually print this out and keep to look at whenever you want

and he pants, just like the pathetic puppy he is

but he's your puppy now

click.

a/n: :)

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ovaruling · 1 year

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@non-suspiciousname @junipercastor i’m not a dietician or doctor disclaimer disclaimer if you have preexisting conditions this may not be for you disclaimer disclaimer i cannot account for every human experience disclaimer disclaimer BUT the easiest way to do this is to first learn what “high fiber foods” means.

and before i begin, here’s how much fiber we more or less need via a helpful Harvard health article.

so, to recap: for women—the ones who matter to me—that’s 25g for adult women who are 50 and under. women 50 and over, that’s 21g.

and i included the extra paragraph about Metamucil etc bc that is important to note. a lot of people do think they’re getting quality daily fiber in these powders.

here’s a helpful article abt the differences between soluble and insoluble fiber. both are important in their own ways!

and just so we’re clear on the benefits of upping your fiber intake:

so!

i recommend a quick google to see the fiber content per serving of a variety of foods that i don’t have time condense here. but, like, beans are a really inexpensive way to do this (add some rice to it and you have a complete muscle-lovin’ protein btw! all the essential amino acids are covered when you combine rice and beans 🫶). beans and legumes are incredibly rich in fiber, and they’re budget-friendly, shelf-stable, and easy to make and easy to incorporate into infinite delicious possible dishes.

but your fiber can be gotten from so many different sources! (my data here is approximate from individual checking. pls allow 1-2g of fiber for margin of error in case i mistype!)

for fruits: 1 cup of blackberries OR raspberries has 8g of fiber!!!!! 1 medium apple has around 4-5g of fiber. an average banana or a serving of strawberries have 3g of fiber. an average avocado has 10g of fiber. and so forth

for grains: steel-cut oats have 5g of fiber per 1/4 cup uncooked (oats are generally rich in fiber anyway, but steel cut in particular). a slice of whole grain bread should have around 3g fiber. brown rice contains 3.5g fiber for every cooked cup. one cup of cooked quinoa (which is also a complete protein!) contains 5g of fiber. bran is almost 15g per one cup serving.

if you’ve got access to chia seeds, a 1oz serving provides 10g fiber. here’s a yummy super easy recipe for peanut butter chia pudding!!!

nuts and seeds provide a lot of fiber too. 1oz of walnuts contains nearly 2g fiber! 1oz of almonds contains 3.5g fiber. peanuts contain 2.5g fiber for 1oz. sunflower seeds are 12g per 1 cup serving (though that’s a lot of them to eat—1/4 a cup would be closer to 3g)

and my fave prunes are 12g per one cup serving. again, that’s a lot of them to eat. 1/4 of that would be 3g.

beans/legumes are king for fiber. 1 cup of cooked black beans contains 15g of fiber. 1 cup of navy beans contains around 19g of fiber. 1 cup of kidney beans contains 11g of fiber.

split peas are i think around 8g per cup when cooked? cooked broccoli is around 5g. corn is around 4g.

i could go on but i’m literally hooked up to an IV for medication rn so i’m one-handed lol i apologize for how cramped this is

but here’s a great list from the Mayo Clinic of high fiber foods and another list of 40 foods from a women’s health mag and also another from healthline, which also has a handy chart for fiber requirements for more specific age groups based on sex

and yes, there are also high-fiber cereals, but beware of the much-touted and rightly-feared ingredient of psyllium husk. it’s more or less used as a laxative and can be outright dangerous for your digestive system and is very painful if not consumed in militant moderation. ask me how i know lol. please please be careful of psyllium husk. like, for real. just stay away from it altogether imo.

sorry this is a lot of discombobulated info, but again i’m one handed at the moment. but hopefully that helps a bit! fiber is linked to longevity and good colon health and that’s what i want for women forever

EDIT: go slow with this! if you’re not used to the recommended daily intake, you will need to gradually work up to this so as not to upset your gastrointestinal system. you may otherwise find yourself in discomfort. GO SLOW. add fiber-rich foods in small portions over time to allow your body to adjust. it is well worth the patience—but don’t overload your system by eating a ton of prunes and thinking you’re doing yourself any good that way. introduce gently and in moderation until you feel comfortable with how it makes your digestion feel!

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monstress · 1 year

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hii. if u dont mind, could u please share that "change of attitude" towards journaling? i feel like i really need that.. since i myself changed my attitude towards drawing and have been much more productive and happy doing it this last year. however Writing About Myself its another beast completely.. hope u r having a nice day! 🍃

hope you're having a lovely day as well! anyways as i was typing this up, what starts as a small tidbit has gone off the rails so i suppose this is my blanket advice as a newbie in journaling:

the materials!

choosing the titular journal aka notebook:

soft vs hard cover - i didn't realize this is SUCH a deciding factor until much later. most people prefer soft covers since journals can get massive with use but it's very subjective. be tactile - if it just don't feel right in ur hands, it's not gonna be something u reach out for when u have free time.

size - the most common sizes are A5, A6 or regular aka travelers notebook. you have to think abt who you are as a writer. do u have a large handwriting that takes up pages and pages? do you like space or are you overwhelmed by a blank page? do you travel a lot and do u want something unobtrusive in your bag? choose something that will reasonable work as a part of your daily life.

paper texture - paper that is smooth to write in are a great source of pleasure. notebooks with 100gsm paper is a good benchmark.

price - pleaseeee do not break the bank to purchase a fancy notebook. an expensive notebook can become an unloved one. you'd be too stressed to ensure every entry is perfect and pretty enough and the notebook eventually becomes too intimidating for you to fill in. check out your local hypermarket or online stores for quality notebooks. moleskins are overrated--in my country, they are v v expensive so don't feel pressure to buy a certain stationary just bc you see them often on ig/tiktok like my journal cost me approximately RM10 (USD2.34) and my new one w 100gsm paper cost me RM17 (USD4) like affordable options are out there!

build a connection with your notebook - listen...this sounds strange but having an attachment with your journal and making it inviting as possible is a great source of motivation. personalize it: add stickers, doodle or paint the cover. get a fabric/pvc cover to keep it clean if you'd like (you can add lil papers/stickers on ur actual notebook cover before putting on the pvc cover! very cute and easy)

and your pens:

again: less is more! use any relatively cheap pens you like - be it for the ink or smoothness. if you want to journal a lot, expect to lose a few pens during traveling or just around the house lmao

for fans of darker inks like me, i use Uni-ball Signo Broad, M&G R3 retractable gel pen and my favorite: Faber Castell RX Gel Pen 0.38mm - which cost like RM1.49 (i dont wanna convert - it's change money in america)

final note: i don't use fountain pens so i'm afraid i'm not well-versed enough to advise in that department but i deeply respect (and a little in awe) of journallers who use them 🫡

the tenet!

purpose: what do u plan to use the notebook for? daily journal? art journal? planner? all three? it's your life! live deliciously! since i have a 9-5 job, i know i can't keep up with more than one journal so i've been using mines as a diary and i dump my daily activities/thoughts/reviews of all kinds of media i'm currently obsessed with and it fills up quick!

don't be too hard on yourself: if you missed a day or two of journalling, it's fine - take it back up. write down anything memorable you'd like in the past few days. if you come across a certain blank page your brain is blanking to fill, perhaps after a previous dark entry, skip the page. skip two pages if needed. don't be scared of blank pages. if it needs to be blank, let it be.

it doesn't have to only be words! add stickers, dried flowers, receipts, ticket stubs, other ephemera you collected in the day. be artful! go crazy on page decoration!!

if there's anything you take away from this post, it's this: if you truly want a journal that is used up quickly, do not have plans to share it on social media. personally, i find once you are in the mindset of sharing your journal for an audience's consumption, you get worried whether it's "aesthetic" enough or is it too boring or too ugly or too dark or that you don't upload regularly enough. social media can be inhibiting your creativity or motivation to journal like let your animal brain ruminate in private! stay free from the shackles of responsibility!

#answered #poseida #journals #journaling tips #also in return i need to know what u did to change your attitude with drawing! i need to get back on that horse!

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skzddicted · 2 years

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rock

bang chan (bf) x gn reader

wc: 524

fluff, established relationship

warnings: uhhh I don't think there's any please let me know if you find any!!!!!

a/n: hiiii this is my first fic i post on here (i def wasn’t a wattpad writer or anything) so i’d really appreciate feedback on what i could do better or just in general a comment on how u like it/what u thought :)) A reblog or like if u liked it would also be very very appreciated :D

another short a/n : this is like 99% me writing abt my own rock obsession wishing i had a chan<;/3 yes i did have an emo phase

The music blasted through the speakers while you and Chan sang along.

It was fun. You didn’t know how much you needed this road trip with him, but it felt so freeing being away from daily life and work, even if it was just for a bit, it felt so good. Especially being with Chan.

As the song that was playing slowly came to an end you picked up your phone to play another you were in the mood for. “Is it fine if I switch to another playlist?”, you looked up at Chan, who nodded, eyes still fixated on the road “Yeah sure, go ahead.” Little did he know you were going to play your rock/hard rock playlist on shuffle since you haven’t really listened to it in a while and missed blasting it in the car.

It wasn’t that you were hiding it on purpose or anything like that but it just never really occurred to you to bring up your literal obsession with rock and metal in a conversation with Chan, which was quite odd since music was your topic of conversation more often than not. So the look of surprise on Chan’s face when you started the song and started singing along was priceless.You didn't see it though since you were way into your singing to notice anything around you, you also didn’t notice the fond smile adorning your boyfriend’s face as he glanced at you.

In Chris’ eyes you were adorable.

He let you finish your song before starting to talk. “Didn’t know you were into rock”, he chuckled, turning to look at you with his eyebrows raised.

“Oh, I didn’t tell you about it?”

“Nope”

With the realization slowly hitting you you got more and more shy. ‘Idiot.’ You thought to yourself ‘What if he finds it weird or cringe even?? Ofc he would, who even listens to music from over 10 years ago anymore??? Great. Now he thinks you’re-’

“You’re so cute” Chan cut off your train of thought as if he could read your mind.

“What?” You were dumbfounded. Cute??? He thought you were cute after this????

“Yeah, I mean, it was definitely unexpected but it’s cute.” He chuckled again and the shyness hit you even harder than before.

Now you were a blushing mess trying to hide your face in your hands, the music playing long forgotten. Chan glanced at you again then started laughing.

“You still blush when I call you cute?”

“Shut up” you replied trying to hide your face even further. “You’re adorable” Chan said, patting your head as you whined for him to stop.

“By the way,” he spoke again after a bit, making you look up at him “Hm?”

“Send me the playlist I like it.”

Your whole face lit up with excitement “Really?” “Yeah,” He smiled “You know It’s also great inspo for our new album since we really wanted to go for a rock concept.” You sent him the playlist immediately and started rambling about your favorite songs and bands, and you were the happiest sharing something you loved with the person you loved the most.

masterlist

#stray kids #stray kids fluff #stray kids oneshot #skz fic #skz #skz x reader #stray kids x gender neutral reader #skz fluff #bangchan oneshot #bang chan #bang chan fluff #bang chris #bang chan x reader #bang chan imagines #chan oneshot #chan #fluff #skz oneshots #alt rock

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roxineedstosleep · 2 years

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i lovedddd please leave a message after the beep, so amazing!! i was wondering if you would be able to write maybe a blurb/one shot (or hcs if easier) abt how daily life is basically after kidnapping reader? or maybe bruces pov throughout the story? honestly it can be wtvr u choose i am hooked 🫶🫶 (if u dont have time/motivation to do this i completely understand!)

Hello Sweet soul!

First, I wanted to thank you for the beautiful comment you leave. If you want to read some more, there are two more chapters of this section in my Ao3, where the last chapter is from Dick's perspective (the link to my ao3 is in the description header of my blog). In case you already come from there, and have doubts about the reader's life after the abduction.

…

Well, I have no problem with giving you a bit of insight on that. Because I didn't have a good positioning of Bruce in all this at the time, I didn't really know how to accommodate him. Kind of ironic, considering he and Dick are yanderes for the reader.

Now I do. About Bruce after he kidnapped the reader, and her life now that she's locked up.

Bruce doesn't kill, that's the only good thing I can take from the situation, so the reader's partner would be safe in that respect. But, Bruce ultimately might break his arm, so he'd only be left with one arm and a lot of trauma from watching a masked man abduct his girlfriend in the middle of the night.

Bruce would see to it that the police, with a lot of cluelessness, would find the couple's "lifeless body"… and I don't know what else. I feel like Bruce would feel more at ease with himself knowing that no one is looking for the reader.

Now, the important thing: How does Bruce feel about the reader?

Initially, professional appreciation. But over time Dick made him realise that, like any human being, he shouldn't have to be alone. I mean, he's entitled to have things he misses having.

And now he's a father. He's a father of a child who misses having a family. Now he has a father and a grandfather, but he's missing a mother. And Bruce is also missing a partner to be able to take care of a child.

It's a strange mix of emotions and situations: Bruce adores Dick and will give him everything he once lacked after the death of his parents; but he also never had the luxury of being able to love a person like a partner.

Then, along comes the reader, who is good and nice to Richard, who was at his worst; she is professional and nice to him, who is her boss. She had respect for him, then appreciation and then the love bug hit him with an atomic bomb of love feelings.

And you and I both know that Bruce loves in a rather particular way. He's controlling, he doesn't know how to express himself and when he wants to do something he actually does it (not for nothing in canon Bruce was willing to marry Selina, and would have if she hadn't left him at the altar). He loves with all his being.

So, he loves Dick, he's his son, and now that he's grown fond of someone else. He is afraid of losing them.

So, together with Dick's need and longing to have a mother again… Why not give it a try?

You know, give him a mum. Give him a mate. To be able to give Dick and him what he never had.

A family.

Seek to love, seek to adore.

He would give her all the meals, he tries to comfort her during the hard days, he actively prevents Dick from throwing tantrums or saying mean things in front of the reader. Because he wants to prove that he is a good father, that he is a good partner and a good family man.

He doesn't care if the reader begs for his departure from the mansion, he will tell her that she should think of her son; of little Dick. He would act so paternal and so loving towards them, he knows the changes are difficult, but in time she will adapt.

He will do everything in his power to first, make her accept Dick; because at the end of the day she will be his new mother. And then, that she accepts him, who is her husband and her partner.

He buys her matching clothes, gets her pretty flower arrangements. Decorate the room they are going to share with things they both like. I would spend more time inside the mansion so that you can take advantage of the moments you share with Dick, as if you were a family.

And only when he notices that she no longer trembles at the sight of him and Dick near her, is he happy to note that he has achieved his goal!

He will be the perfect father and husband for her and Dick.

Because her son taught her that it was right to love again. And that it wasn't wrong to take out all his emotions and give them corresponding actions.

#roxi talks #roxi answer #batman #yandere and reader #yandere #yandere dc #yandere dick grayson #yandere bruce wayne #yandere bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne #bruce wayne x reader #yandere batman #dc

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kavaeroexe · 2 years

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I'm very curious , what kind yandere type Kevin Kaslana is ... This man need attention.

Actually... I maybe have an idea bout this

ice’s burning desire

Yan!Kevin Kaslana x reader

warning: typos, bad grammar, very short I’m sorry idk a lot abt this man-

attention! please do not try to repost my works, I only post my works on Tumblr, if anyone see someone stole my works please inform me through the comments, tag me in the works, or message me!

well for starter

let’s look around him

lost many people he loves, lives on a dangerous side of the world, where he could lose everything that he loves again

I believe his yandere starts with he’s having an attachment issues

not really like clingy, etc...

but more like just basically not wanting you to go away from him

that also means by his rules that he made to keep you safe

you’re lucky you’re still alive until now

so why don’t following his rules that will make you safer?

Don’t go outside your place, stop thinking about the outside world, and stay in your room.

and also, never even thought about contacting someone you know, they could just trap you someday

and basically, locking you up with some restricting rules.

if you tried to escape (Basically it’s a daily attempt) he’ll find you no matter how far are you

he’ll usually knock you until you faint and tadaa you’re back again

he doesn’t like to use violence, but you give him no choice

but he never uses his honkai power tho

it’s just his physical power just that

be grateful, I guess?

hehe :D

#honkai x reader #honkai impact #yandere honkai #yandere honkai impact #honkai 3rd #hi3rd #kevin #honkai kevin #kevin x reader #yandere kevin kaslana #kevin kaslana

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4ggravation · 6 months

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4GGRAVATE UNO STREAM LIVEBLOG ft. lots of out of context quotes

(warning: extremely long post!! also i get who's saying/doing what wrong several times lmao)

PRE-GAMES

REACH FOR THE STARS IS PLAYING !!!!

I KEEP ON RUNNIGGGNG

god i am. too hype rn.

btw i'm team nazeeh and alejandro. i hope they kick everyone's asses tonight

WE'RE STARTINGGGG

alejandro: "christmas treat"

zach...

CY FY!!! BABYGIRL

btw, i'm only watching cy yu's perspective because multitwitch is glitchy for me rn. sadge

"'they hate cynari' HEY I DIDN'T SAY ANYTHING" alejandro you are so dear to me

alejandro saying "zach" like a confused mother i'm crying

NAZEEEEHH

nazeeh's voice is so pretty omg

ZACH?!?!?

HE SPEAKS

I'M THE BOY

"zachary???" ben sounds like he's bleating i love it

"messed up as heck" ~ zachary gordon, grown ass man (lighthearted)

zach: "and my mother is calling me!"

zach: "twitch needs to be user friendly for grandpas"

alejandro, in reply: "you're younger than all of us"

alejandro, to nazeeh: "YOU'RE DATING MY COUSIN YOU BEAT MY ASS IN SMASH BROS IN MIDDLE SCHOOL"

alejandro: "the discord? that we have???"

zach: "i am cooking steak rn"

ben, about zach: "as soon as you go live we're gonna hear an explosion and then you're gonna go offline"

zach is so sweet omg

zach in his doxxer era

"windows might have done a thing" story of my life

ZACH

...why did zach just like. moan

alejandro has 141 unique jokes...

alejandro: "get it? ᶜᵘᶻ ᶦᵗ'ˢ ᵃ ᵖʳᶦˢᵒⁿ ᶜᵉˡˡ"

i love how 90% of my liveblogging is just about alejandro and zach

nice plug

FINALLY GETTING INTO THE UNO LESGOOOOO

THE GAMES

UNO BEGINSSS

(i'm probably gonna get less talkative now bc i'll be watching the game)

alejandro: "that's how microphones work, my guy"

everyone playing their wild cards PLEASE

....this is not how i play uno

nazeeh getting uno first??

alejandro: "it's a MyStErY OOOOO"

ALEJANDRO DOING A SWITCHUP OOOOUH

NAZEEH SCREAMING??

alejandro: "that's crazy. nazeeh go again"

ben: "I DON'T HAVE BLUE DUDE"

alejandro: "that. might be racist"

BEN SDHJFHS

god i forgot how funny cy yu streams are

alejandro why did you do that...

alejandro, in the most american accent possible: "¡vamanos!"

JUST GIVE HIM A YELLOW

ben you dumbass

nazeeh's getting his ass beat bro stop he's already dead

BEN

nazeeh's increasingly loud "FUCK"s

cy yu's being just as much of a liar to himself as i am on a daily basis, love to see it

"if i believe hard enough" and then he immediately fails oh we are one and the same

ben: "i've had it"

nazeeh, in reply: "yeah i think we've all had uno at one point"

alejandro having the worst uno he could have

ben, to alejandro: "YOU FUCKGIN. IDIOT"

also ben: "YOU ARE THE STUPIDEST MOTHERFUCKER I HAVE EVER MET"

I'LL KILL MYSELF??? BEN??

in true kaveh fashion, ben is losing the game and his mind

ben: "it ain't easy being cheesy ok"

my faith in nazeeh is wavering greatly

nazeeh +4ing alejandro fuckin harsh

alejandro: "you might've just given nazeeh the game"

ben: "what do i do? what am i supposed to do? WHO AM I"

i feel so bad for ben bro hsjkhfd

OK NVM NAZEEH WILL SWEEP AFTER ALL

ALEJANDRO PULLING LIKE 100 CARDS BAHAHA

ben after pulling the strangest fucking moves and still losing

no bc why did he swap hands with nazeeh when he had a +2

NOT THE +6 TO ZACH

HOW DID BENJAMIN FUCKING WIN THAT

ben after pulling the strangest fucking moves and still winning

MY FUCKING INTERNET WENT OUT NOOOOO

SHIT

WAIT. WE BACK

I THINK

ben: "it's not baby blue IT'S TEAL"

THAT IS NOT FUCKING MAROON WHAT IS ALEJANDRO WAFFLING ABOUT

them reciting the alphabet i'm crying

the triple uno..

YEAHHH ALEJANDRO WON

that's ben and alejandro at 1, nazeeh and zach at 0

the chat keeps on talking abt cynari. we really are a hivemind huh

ALEJANDRO'S SCREECH WHEN ZACH GOT UNO

alejandro: "do i play a normal red or do i fuck him"

BEN WON WOOO

wait no, that was nazeeh. my bad

this chat is kinda cringe ngl

i'm getting so much ram.exe because cy yu knows i'm his number 1 fan

ZACH WON WOOOO

wait alejandro won 2 rounds? huh?

or is he lying

zach: "the wimpy kid has,, woken up!!"

zach??

i've tried playing dos before. i hated it

i feel like something really funny is about to happen

ben i don't think any of y'all were normal to begin with, uno or otherwise

alejandro: "that wasn't red!"

ben, in reply: "i didn't ask!"

this is such chaos i love it

alejandro just missed out on a mean ass play i'm so mad at him (/hj)

the alejandro/nazeeh friendship is so nice

ALEJANRO BACKSTABBING NAZEEH LMAO

cy yu: "STACK IT STACK IT- awwwuh :'("

RUN THAT BITCH

ben: "i'm gonna play the biggest 7 you've ever seen"

damn. alejandro backstabbing everyone but zach

everyone pulling these nasty ass moves on each other except for zach. he's in his own lane. i admire that

alejandro WHY ARE YOU ANNOUNCING WHAT COLORS YOU HAVE

i can't even tell who tf is gonna win this

actually. idc if he has a billion cards, alejandro sweep

HE'S DOWN TO 4, ALEJANDRO SWEEP

cy fy is back bitches!! hashtag feminism

ok we're back in cy yu's flop era. but i still believe he can sweep

even when ben has 3 cards

god this really is anyone's game huh

SKIPPING ZACH NOOOO

zach: "actually broke my heart a little bit :("

"i'm just playing the game" badly /j

NAZEEH'S HAND??

the "wait a fucking second" in (what sounded like) alhaitham's voice LMAOOO

i was once in an uno game that lasted like an hour and a half because we were missing some cards and it made it so nobody could win for some reason, true story

ZACH WON WOOOO

common tighnari fan W

oh zach is fucking stupid i see /j

ben: "you fucked me, buddy. you REALLY fucked me"

"can you make it yellow?" "no" literally them irl

they censor the word "nerd" in twitch chat??? huh

they really are just the sumeru boys if they could swear huh

the joey slander lmao

bro was ben taking a shit just then? wtf was that groan

ben balmaceda would do numbers on tumblr

zach continuing to make the worst possible decisions

zach: "(uno) brings people together and it brings forgiveness and,, i don't want my hand anymore"

these coin flips are tearing them apart i love it

ZACH WON AGAIN GODDAMN

teams are alejandro and ben vs nazeeh and zach

let's get it

ALEJANDRO CAN'T TAKE DUBS FOR SHIT LMAOOOO

zach: "y'all are yoinked"

goddamn. ben and zach won so much

ben: "alejandro why did you just write 'penis penis penis penis penis'??"

zach and nazeeh vs alejandro and ben (??)

cy yu's just doing everyone dirty here. i thought zach was safe but ig not

THAT SKIP WAS DIRTYYY

alejandro please take the dub

ok he is never taking a dub holy shit

ALEJANDRO WHAT ARE YOU DOING

YOU GOT THE WILD CARD BUT AT WHAT COST

AAAAND CY YU GETS THE DUB LET'S FUCKING GOOOOO

I SAID CY YU AND NAZEEH WOULD SWEEP AND DID I LIE???

it only took like. 10 rounds or some shit

BUT IT STILL HAPPENED

that was so much fun. i loved it

4ggravate supremacy, my final message. gootb ye

#cyyuposting #long post #EXTREMELY long post #4ggravated #<- i think this counts? idk

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starleska · 2 years

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hi hi hi!! don't worry about taking a bit to respond- i got sick earlier this week which is why i didn't send in anything else for a bit either ^^!! and i am glad to see you back after taking a bit of a break, i hope things will contine uphill from here <3!! lastly i hope i didn't make you uncomfy sending you a dm, but it was the only way i could send a clip of the king candy video TT!! either way, would love to hear ur thoughts on his voice HAHA

capitalists hitting different <33 i have an unhealthy amount of ideas about flintheart glomgold, funniest part being is that he's still completely insufferable and also a total creep LMAO gyro gearloose is soooo gooood though, very valid taste! he's just so MEAN and i get that that's the point but STILL HAHAHAHHAHA u should totally rewatch it it's soooo much fun!!! and lemme know if/when you do :')!

!! the dark path you mention is so interesting!!! the losing touch with their sanity part oooo… i think king candy actually wouldn't feel as bad about being the cause of that because it's making you pay more attention to him :')! and especially when you look up things online and you just can't find ANYTHING about this guy ANYWHERE no matter how hard you look, it just kind of pushes you deeper down the rabbithole- and just weekly visits turning into daily and <33 im thinking of you somehow hiding (maybe in the bathroom or something?) and so staying behind closing hours and actually being able to see characters doing Closing Hours things and you just become convinced you've completely lost it LMAO would give u the opportunity to have a direct conversation with him though! if i do end up making a b log i will let you know :') im a bit nervous to cuz when i look in selfship tags i mostly see really sweet n wholesome stuff while i quite have a preference for yandere and stuff like it haha

it's just because i loved the original so much that i was disappointed in the sequel </3!! oh well, that's how it often is. im kinda hoping we'll see some of the characters in something like the new dreamlight valley game cuz i think sugar rush's natural environment would be pretty cool to see in there :')

i'm just glad you've been enjoying chatting <33!! awww you don't have to apologise for being a monolingual /lh HAHA i'm also just a person that's particularly fascinated with linguistics and languages, considering im studying stuff like that n wanna do a master in professional translation lolol again, would love to hear ur thoughts on it! the translation is pretty faithful so i don't have much to say abt that specifically - sweet anon

aww noo!! i'm so sorry you were sick sweet anon, are you feeling better now? 💔 and thank you very much - i desperately needed that break and am doing much better now, thank you 💖 i know we've chatted since you sent this ask but please know i'm never comfy with DMs! as long as they're not like…hateful or overly familiar, i'll always let you know if i'm uncomfortable 😂 his voice is wonderful!!

you get it!! i'm always down to hear about terrible capitalists, especially when they're extra creepy 😉 GOD thank you for not judging me…i think my tastes have gotten a little more unconventional over the years, but Gyro's a classic dreadful nerd 🥰

aww yes yes yes!!! you slowly losing contact with your real life and becoming totally immersed in the game, people irl are wondering what's happened to you, and you feel like you need to get help…ahh, i get what you mean about being nervous!! i'm quite picky with who i engage with in the selfship fandom because there can be a lot of aggression over what people enjoy. i'm a big yandere fan myself, and need you to know there's no judgement here!! just have fun 🥰

i'll finish off the rest of the ask in DMs!! thanks so much for sending this in, it's very sweet of you - no pun intended 😭😭

#starleskasks

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astranva · 2 years

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tw (maybe idrk) quite honestly im not doing that great. i mean i wake up and i feel fine throughout the day but i always get mad at myself when i weigh myself and ive tried to bc all its doing is making me feel bad abt myself. and im always so anxious, like at this point im used to waking up and doing daily activities with a stomach ache bc of anxiety. in march i was doing so well, felt good abt myself and actually enjoyed school and then i had a fight w one of my friends which ended our friendship and their mom got involved (i have no clue why were almost adults) and started to text my mum (again idk why were not in fucking kindergarten) basically calling me a mentally deficient girl who runs away screaming like a 5 year old whenever this person came around (which i didnt) and it sent me into a massive spiral which im yet to get out of. i worry about every single thing, even school even though i finished school almost a week ago, especially abt money bc ik we dont have a lot and it doesnt make it any better that my father is so fucking poor my mum has to pay for his shit when he emotionally abused me as a kid (and sometimes now) and i feel like shit bc i cant rlly do anything abt it. i feel so bad abt myself that i hardly eat, not bc im intentionally skipping meals (i kind of am bc i feel bad abt myself but) i just always feel so sick i cant eat and normally only eat dinner bc its the one meal i eat with my mum. i used to have a therapist who helped me a lot but then she quit bs of personal shit and i know i prbly need another one but im too scared to actually ask my mum in fear she will shame me (which she wont bc im not the only one who has mental health problems) so yeah lmao this is the vent i was avoiding i feel like im dumping in this so i prbly wont send it bc i feel bad

- 🎸

anxiety sucks and the constant feeling of nausea when you wake up is one of the worst feelings, i’m so sorry.

it’s great that you know the cause behind the spiral. the fact that your friend’s mom got involved is… 😬 like why? even if time from now, you and your friend make up and get a little friendly, their mom made it awkward. her mom’s awful, i hope your mom put her in her place anyhow.

what makes you worry about school, love? like especially now that it’s over.

financial issues suck, especially when you ask for the basic needs which should be provided by your parents, but your dad (it’s always the dad lol) is just careless.

please ease your way into eating, love. they don’t have to be big meals. when i was so anxious and couldn’t eat at all, i made myself eat a toast with just honey in the morning. just that, until i could eat better, but it helps when you do it gradually.

i think your anxiety might be stopping you from seeing another therapist, but you have to, bub. it’s very important for you because it’s very tiring for you to constantly feel like that.

hey, it’s okay, thank you for venting, yeah? i see you, love 💚

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ithinkabouttzu · 5 days

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hi Mac! BoB ship requests are open? OMG! could I have one? please! I read all your stuff!

Looks: I'm 5'6", white, european, green eyes, brown hair with bangs, born in 90s, geeky style Personality: shy, introvert, jealous, childish, emotional, pessimist, crazy cat lady, couch potato Love language: physical touch and words of affirmation 50/50 Interests: writing/reading stories, playing guitar, collecting merch, watching musicals (theatre kid) Other: I have 5 cats, crush for half of BoB cast, addicted to sweets and coke, fear of blood, hate conflict and loud people, love sleeping and cleaning

thank you for all your work here! you're such an inspiration! ❤️

Thank you for your request, lovely!! I hope you enjoy 💗🤍

I ship you with…

Joe Liebgott!

Song recommendation:

- ALRIGHTT, when this man sees you he swears it’s love at first sight. Like he thinks you’re the most beautiful person he’s probably ever met

- So let’s say you meet him during basic training while he’s out on one of his weekend passes, perhaps a dance hall out in Georgia? (hear me out alright) He would see you hanging out with your friends, talking and whatnot and would be in LOVE when he sees you smile towards him, like his knees almost give out on him

- The first thing he notices about you is your green eyes, he thinks they are so beautiful!! Like he probably comes off as a creep to you bc he just keeps staring at you 😭

- Eventually after just watching you enjoy your time with friends, he would build up the courage to go talk to you, when he does he tries to be as smooth as possible lol, he just wants to sweep you off your feet so bad

- He’d ask you if you’d like to dance first, but I think he could tell if you were nervous or a bit shy at first and slow down his flirting, when you guys eventually start to dance he has the time of his life with you, he’s sure he’s met his one finally

- After that night he’s completely smitten with you, he just waits and waits til he can see you again (I can also see him sneaking out maybe one night to see you and gets in bad trouble with Sobel because of it 😭)

- When they finally ship off to England he would send you SO many letters, like i’m sure you would come home to a whole pile of letters when you come home from work/school. His letters would consist of anything really, some being sweet romantic letters of how much he misses you, or maybe just daily little messages of what’s going on around him. Either way he just feels the need to tell you everything which is adorable.

- He thinks it’s so cute when you get shy around him, like if he says something and you blush at him, he immediately MELTS like his brain starts to short circuit, he just thinks it’s so funny and cute (he might even tease you abt it as a joke too lol)

- I’m sure you and him would both be so full of emotion for each other, doing all kinds of crazy fun stuff and being all romantic with each other 24/7 it’s amazing how well you and him get along so well with your and his personalities. Like both of y’all can be emotional but you both handle it so well and help the other one out when they need it.

- If we’re being completely honest, and he would probably never tell you this, he thinks it’s so hot when you get jealous. I mean he would never try to make you jealous on purpose or hurt your feelings, but when you are he thinks it’s so attractive when you get possessive over him, he just loves it so much

- You and him being couch potatoes on the weekend?? YESS he would love to watch countless of silly movies or shows with you as long as you let him cuddle you too lol

- I think his relationship with your cats would be funny but also very sweet. Like if any of them like to play he would LOVE to play with them and hangout with them, he just really wants to make a good impression on them so they like him 😭 “Hey guys, how would you like a dad?” BAHAH

- I think he would constantly tell you how much he loves you and how proud he is of you even without knowing that was one of your love languages. He just feels like that’s something he should do as your boyfriend,

- he also LOVES physical touch too and is always finding an excuse to kiss or hug you, in public he’s most likely always got his arm around you or holding your hand, he just loves being near you and getting to feel you beside him.

- he would love to hear you play your guitar any chance that he gets, he thinks you play so well and it sounds so beautiful!! Like music to his ears

- Imagine it’s your birthday, and you’re just chilling and he surprises you with tickets to your favorite musical!!! I could see him working really hard to get those tickets for you and before he gives them to you he’s just so excited for you bc he knows you’ve wanted them so bad for so long.

- When I tell you he would feed your sweets and cola addiction I mean it, like he also loves it so why would he not? whenever he sees you the first thing he gives you is a hug, and then some treats. His saying is, “as long as it’s in moderation, than it’s good” 😭

- For dates he would love taking you really anywhere that you really like or things your interested in (like musicals and or anything else you’d like to do in particular)

- He’s just the sweetest boy that wants to surprise you and spoil you with lots of love, gifts, and affection for as long as your with him, he wants to see you happy always!! <3

Thank you again for your request!! I hope you liked it 💗

#band of brothers #ithinkabouttzu #band of brothers ships

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being depressing and longwinded again irls scroll away please tyyyyyy

another shitty evil thing abt mental illness is unless youre unusually privileged you cant really do anything to keep it from fucking up every single aspect of your life and making it practically impossible to live comfortably. and if youre like me and youre from a low income background you probably want some relief from all the stress and exhaustion that comes with not having enough money. i want a financially secure lifestyle, i want to splurge and go on vacations and eat whatever i want and own a home and not be below the poverty line for the rest of my life because its fucking miserable. but i cant do anything to escape it lmfao!!

im terrible at school and cant afford it anyway so idk if ill ever be able to go to college. i cant handle stress or uncomfortable lighting or noise or crowds or excessive human contact or total isolation or fast paced work or strict routines or nonspecific routines or average work hours or understanding and following instructions or interviews or emails or phone calls or video calls. i cant even drive yet because it's such a severe stressor and it requires me to pay attention to too many things at once.

so like what the fuck am i supposed to do lmfao. even if i landed a job, with my limitations it would definitely not pay well. and getting a job is hard enough, but keeping one is a whole other thing. at my best i can accomplish a few small daily tasks around the house. i can go see a friend once or twice a week. i can do some moderate exercise and i keep up with my hygeine pretty well. i'm still tired and agitated and living feels hard but all around things are pretty good.

but i also have periods where my symptoms prevent me from functioning at all. i dont sleep for says at a time because im so hypervigilant, my nightmares are worse, or i do nothing but lay in bed all day, i dont eat, i cant think, i cant remember anything, i struggle to speak, i cant change my clothes, i can't shower, i feel phantom hands, i forget my age and where i am, i make plans to kill myself, i have violent urges, i can't be touched or spoken to or even handle people being in the same area as me. it's not a matter of "if", its a matter of "when" because thats just the reality of my symptoms. it'll happen again inevitably, and then i wont have a fucking job at all.

i've been told in the past that i may qualify for disability but even if that's true i would need to stay below a certain income level to keep my benefits. so basically im going to struggle financially for the rest of my life on top of trying to survive with my symptoms and it will literally never end. lol

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prompt #41 & #46

dom!jay x switch!femreader

so umm i was thinking abt jealous sex :’D

+ aaaa im your new follower! i just saw your blog yesterday and i swear you write soooo good, your jeonghan fic tho 🙇‍♀️😰😮‍💨 tysm!! 🏃🏻

pls these jay requests have me reeling 😩👍🏻 welcome to my blog omgggg thanks for requesting, sweets!

prompts: #41 “you see that baby? that’s me deep inside you“ + #46 "face down ass up, you know the rules"

the role of the class president ♡ pjs [req]

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. I put my smut strictly under the smut tags on here to protect you guys so don't open anything with a warning like this one. Please.

pairing ♡ dom!jay x fem!reader, switch!reader (alternatively a bratty sub lol)

genre ♡ e2l!au, non-idol!au, smut, mild angst (is banter/arguing considered angst?)

warnings ♡ arguing, lots of kissing, impact play (reader is slapped in the face once), jealousy, mild possessiveness, cunnilingus, unprotected sex, bulge kink

word count ♡ 2.9k

summary ♡ fighting with your enemy is fun, and all the more exciting when he’s jealous

author’s note - it takes me at least three days to write and edit requests lol so i hope you guys understand <3 i’m a full-time student so I need to manage my time well. Thanks lovelies! Check out my masterlist and prompts list here

Jay hated how attractive you were, barely letting him go about his daily business without internally crumbling when you came into class every morning. When you didn't, he found himself especially disappointed. You weren’t the most popular in your class, but everyone knew you pretty well and you were friendly to be around - making Jay’s quiddity a living hell (or so he thought). And although you and Jay had an unspoken hatred of each other, there was something more to your dynamic than just pure animosity: you were convinced of that.

Your Sociology teacher Mr Moon concludes the lesson on Critical Criminology with a clap of his hands, eyes immediately going to Jay Park. Who, in your eyes, is the most self-centred, nosy, egotistical and painfully sexy student you’d ever come across. When he passes you, a waft of cedarwood and musk hits your nose, making you internally curse and press your thighs together.

Jay doesn't do much, let alone even speaks to you and yet has this effect on you. Fuck.

“Clean the classroom after everyone leaves, will you, Jay?” Mr Moon packs his papers and takes his coffee mug in hand. You stay seated as the other students shuffle out, some of your friends waving bye to you as they leave.

Jay nods, watching the teacher follow. His chest tightens as he realises he and you are finally alone.

You open your textbook and look through some of the recently read pages, skimming for some necessary information. As you dig through your bag, you hear Jay open the cupboard at the back of the room with the set of keys Mr Moon must have left for him. Eventually finding your airpods, you notice they’re out of battery as they die as soon as they pair with your phone. Fuck. Now you have no way of distracting yourself.

Your tiny whispered curse gets Jay’s attention and he rolls his eyes for effect. “Studying isn’t that hard.” His voice isn't loud enough to echo in the classroom, but it's clear enough to get your full attention.

Your head snaps to him as he bends to wipe the desks a few feet from you with a wipe he must have procured from the janitor's closet, not looking at you. “I’m recapping some stuff?” you gawk, turning back to your book. “Don’t distract me, I’m busy.”

“Whatever, it’s not like studying is gonna help you anyways.” he adds.

You stand up immediately, swiveling in Jay’s direction again and pointing a finger at him. “I don’t like you.” you pause, suddenly unsure of what insult to throw that is suitable and effective for the situation (a relatable problem, but i digress). “Fuck off.”

He actually laughs at you, hysterically, even going as far as to bend over to rest his hands on his knees through his fit of booming laughter. “Very mature for your age,” he snorts, fingers going back to the wet wipe and swiping down the wood in long strokes.

You straighten your skirt and, slightly embarrassed, clear your throat before sitting down. Fingers playing with your red biro, you bite your lip and continue reading.

Jay suddenly leans over you from behind, the warmth radiating from his chest but not touching you, and that same cedar scent filling your nostrils again makes your heart flutter in well-masked excitement. He places his palm over the paragraph you were (kind of, but not really) reading and furrows his brows. “What are you looking through?”

You swallow, feeling the heat between your legs grow borderline distracting. “Marxist theories on crime.” you sniff.

“Hm. It’s pretty easy to understand - but of course you’re just not very intelligent, are you?” you feel him mock-pouting, and that comment does something to you that you can’t really explain. You’re concerned you’ll gush out onto the chair from your wetness, the skirt would be doing nothing to hide your arousal either, thighs slick and hot.

“Fuck off.” you mutter, “I won’t be intelligent if you don’t leave me alone, you dick.”

He lets out a tight breath, “Ouch. My feelings are hurt.” and the warmth is quickly replaced by the cold of the classroom again as he lifts himself up and heads for the front of the room.

Jay’s blazer does nothing to hide the definition on his arms when he picks up the mop and begins swiping at the floor like nothing ever went on just a few seconds earlier. You have to close your eyes to ground yourself before you jump him and go feral, your anger (you think) really getting the best of you.

When your friend from the year below, Sunoo enters the room with a wide smile, Jay can’t help but narrow his eyes. “Hey,” he settles himself on the desk beside you, the one Jay just wiped down, he reminds himself, tight-lipped.

“Hiya,” you turn to Sunoo, “What brings you to my study hour?”

“Thought I’d keep you company till the next bus.”

“Awe,” you coo, reaching to pinch his cheeks before he slaps your hands away.

Sunoo grimaces at you, “I’m staying for five minutes and then I’m leaving, calm your ass down.”

Jay tries to cancel out your conversation, but of course, your voice being as pretty as it is, he can’t help but perk up at the mention of his name.

“I have Mr Class President Jay with me to keep me company,” you throw him a look, making Sunoo glance his way too. “But he’s just a pretentious ass so he’s no fun.” you pout, and Jay fucking swears he’s never seen anything so cute in his life. If only he could put that pretty mouth to better use-

The tension is rife in the room and Sunoo clocks it immediately.

“Right then, have fun guys, I’m leaving.” he gives Jay a prolonged look as if to say thank me later and exits the classroom as quickly as he got in.

“Wait- Sunoo-” You stand, but your friend leaves with a quick salute and an accomplished smirk on his face.

You sit back down with a tilt of your head, unsure of what to say.

“Don’t tell me you have a crush on that guy,” Jay deadpans, finishing up the mopping job.

You scoff, snatching your bottle and taking a sip of your water. “And if I did? It doesn’t concern you.”

He stops moving and just stands there, facing the board at the front. “No?”

“So you’d date him?” he laughs unamused, biting his lip in anticipation of your answer. Sunoo’s nice, but you don’t really go for your best friends.

He rests the mop against the wall behind the teacher's desk and quickly forgets about his task.

Jay turns around, dark eyes on you already. “I asked you a question: would you date Kim Sunoo?”

Fuck it. “Yeah, if he wants to.”

Jay is silent. Only the sound of heavy breathing fills the room.

He points to the space in front of him. “Come here.”

With a twitch of your brow you question, “You want me to stand in front of you?” crossing your arms defiantly.

“I said come here.” he repeats, voice somewhat different, and the stare he’s pinned you under has you shuddering.

"Some goody-two-shoes rich boy telling me what to do? Funny, that." you smirk to hide your nerves, leaning back and crossing your legs for effect.

"If I have to repeat myself a third time, you'll be in trouble."

You shrug, considering your options. Whatever Jay has to say will have you internally choking so you guess it's just best to follow through.

Standing up from your desk, you make your way to eventually be face to face with the pompous ass of a class president. "What." Your question isn't even a question, you note, realising that you don't care for what he has to reprimand you for, only that he can absolutely fuck you into the next century.

His jaw is tight and he steps closer to you.

You laugh. "Are you jealous? I bet you can't even fuck me properly-"

He slaps your cheek with his fingers, just so he stuns you but doesn't hurt you. Humiliation burns in your stomach. "What the fuck?" you try to grit out, holding the area that was hit with your own fingers, but failing to react angrily enough because you swear you nearly cum from just that.

"Fucking brat," he adds, tone a little melancholic and his expression unreadable at this point.

He holds your chin with one hand and uses the other to pry your fingers off your face, holding your wrist down.

"Get on the desk, ass to me."

You look up at Jay, biting your lip and hesitating in front of him. He's intimidating, and you don't think you've felt so excited before.

"Face down ass up, you know the rules." Jay corners you into the table, throwing his blazer elsewhere and rolling his sleeves up to his elbows.

"The door is open." you tell him.

"It won't be because I'll close it." he rolls his eyes, stalking over to lock it before returning to his previous position, watching you expose yourself for him.

"I bet you're dripping, aren't you?" he smirks, leaning over you once again to mutter in your ear. "All for Jay. isn't that right?"

"Yeah," you sigh breathily, not feeling the need to lie anymore as you press your cheek into the clean desk.

He laughs over you, head lolling down as his shoulders shake for a few seconds. When he stops, his eyes return to you and begin to rake up the expanse of your back and legs.

You swallow harshly, not knowing how to feel about his reaction.

Pressing his hips into yours, Jay groans as his covered semi-hardness comes in contact with the material of your skirt. The way your hands reach back for god knows what, makes him physically shudder and finally realise fuck this is really happening. Using one hand, the other pressing into the desk beside your waist, he presses his palm into the back of your hand and puts it in front of your face, flat on the surface.

"Tell me again." He whispers, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You feel Jay's fingers now under your skirt and they press into the sopping material on the crotch of your panties. "Who made you wet?"

Biting your lip, you gulp. "Um-"

"No ums - we don't do that here. You speak to me properly."

You breathe in deep and answer softly, "You, Jay. You made me this wet."

"Hm. And remind me," he smirks to himself. "Did you or did you not insult me just then?"

You swallow again. "Yes Jay."

"Are you going to apologise?"

"Will you fuck me if I apologise?"

"Talk back to me again-" his grip on your hand tightens. "We're making some rules, okay, love?"

Love?

"Yes."

"You call me Jay and Jay only. If you insult me, or disobey our rules, don't expect to be able to sit properly for the next two weeks." you're tempted to mutter a playful ooooh scaryyyy but shut up before you do. "Don't talk back to me, and if you do - same thing." he affirms. "If you're good, my good girl, expect to be rewarded. Do you understand?"

When he moves one of his hands to your waist and the other rubs at your clothed slit, you let out a breathy "Yes, Jay." the petname doing whatever the fuck your stomach was doing in the moment.

"Apologise."

"I'm sorry Jay."

"Properly."

"I'm sorry for calling you a pretentious ass and a dick." you stop yourself from laughing, luckily.

"Better." he mutters. "Can I take your panties off, sweetheart?" you nearly choke on your spit at the next petname.

"Yeah, please Jay." you whisper, feeling his lips on your jaw and just under your ear. He kisses at your skin, sensitive, and continues, using both hands to hook his index fingers into the elastic and tug them down slowly.

They eventually come off under your converses and Jay puts them in his pocket for safekeeping.

He finally flips your skirt up and has to hold back from absolutely going to town on you. "Fuck."

Your pussy is out on display for his greedy eyes, messy and wet. So ready. Ready to be eaten out so good. Ready to be fucked into just like that with no necessary prep. “Will you let me eat your pussy, baby?”

“Yes, Jay. Please touch me.”

At that, he falls to his knees behind the teacher’s desk, coming face to face with your pretty pussy and winking asshole. “God, I wish I could take your ass today too.” he lifts a finger to wiggle the tip in. “But I’m saving that for another day.” he sighs, eyes moving to your sopping cunt.

“Please Jay,” you whisper.

He pulls his fingers away, big hands going to hold your hips in his tight grip before diving in feral, eating your pussy like a straight up animal. His tongue slips over the sides of your lower lips teasingly, “Tastes so sweet hon’.”

“I eat a lot of fruit.” you respond with an airy moan, his tongue penetrating your hole.

He laughs, “I like to eat sweet things too,” suckling at your folds and teasingly pressing a kiss onto your clit. You don’t see him look up at you, completely smitten as he fucks his tongue into you, listening to your pretty as fuck moans and whines of his name. The vibrations of his chuckles leave you shaking, knees knocking against each other as your abdomen tightens with pleasure.

“Fuck, you’re so good at this.” you whine, bucking your hips into his face. His nose presses into your puckered hole and he sucks at your clit again.

With one final tug at your labia between his lips, he stands up. You groan at the loss of warmth, but gasp when he shoves you around and sits your ass on the desk, your legs around his hips. He dives in to kiss you and it feels as if his lips meeting yours, and the taste of your sweetness still on them is all you need to fall for an ass like him even more. Wrapping your arms around his shoulders, he lies you onto your back and swoons internally as you spread yourself open for him. “Please baby,”

He kisses you deeply again, “You’re fucking mine,” he groans, “Not gonna date anyone but me,” Jay adds, “Not gonna spread this pretty pussy for anyone but me, not gonna ever fucking kiss anyone but me, baby.” lips pressing to yours once again, he sucks the breath from your lungs along with the words you were about to articulate.

“Please fuck me, Jay.” you bring him down to your mouth, licking in to taste him again. Your tongues tangle in a passionate battle and he almost loses his balance when he tries to unzip his slacks.

“Yeah, pretty girl, Jayjay’s gonna fuck you so good.” he mutters, tongue swiping at his lower lip. “Spread your pussy for me, baby.”

You bring one hand down and flip your skirt up, using two fingers to spread your labia and expose your winking hole to him.

“Gorgeous, sweetheart. Mine.” he smiles at you, pulling himself out of his boxers, tip already at your entrance. When he eases into you, your eyes are focused on his dark ones. You bite your lip shyly and Jay kisses you softly, hearing the sweet airy satiated sighs escape your lips. “You’re always so pretty for me,” he pulls away, lips cherry red from your tinted lip balm and you coyly smile at him, letting out a hiss and when he finally pushes in fully.

Your eyes drop to your belly and you gasp, stealing the class president’s attention. “Fuck. You see that baby? That’s me deep inside you.” he grins, eyes flicking to yours again.

“Yeah,” you nod softly.

“Fuck, you’re so cute.” he groans, pulling out and pressing back in again until you’re full. Jay leans down to cuddle into you as he fucks you slow and deep, taking in your pleasure-filled gasps.

When your hands find his hair, he looks up at you with soft eyes, completely unlike his earlier demeanor. You pout your lips in need of a kiss and he giggles, submitting to your non-verbal request. He continues fucking you as he kisses you, “This isn’t where I wanted to fuck you this softly.” he whines, holding your waist.

“You can fuck me slow when you come over tonight.” you tell him, stroking the sides of his head, “Right now I recall you called me dumb,” you laugh.

He pulls himself up, the snaps of his hips quickening in pace, making you hiss. “Ah, fuck.”

“You’re my dumb little girl,” he corrects you, smirking. “How about I fuck you here, then we go to your house and I stay over,” Jay adds, “And I take you out tomorrow,” he continues,

“And then I fuck you again,”

author’s note - I like this one lol

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