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angel-shaw · 1 year

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Genevieve/Sweetheart castle audios

HI! This is my first fic for Castle Audios! It was supposed to be smut but it turned out to be hurt comfort XD.

Tags!!!: @dollscircus @wolf-sweetheart

Word count: 3633

CW/TW’s: light descriptions of past fights, light description of wounds, charters being distressed about another chariter being hurt

Description: Evie taking care of Knight after they got hurt in a fight, knight being insecure, sweet comfort.

Enjoy!!

“Sweetheart? Are you still sleeping?” Genevieve called softly into their shared room, not wanting to wake the person inside if they were in fact sleeping. But that proved to not matter.

“No, I haven't been sleeping for like… twenty minutes.” Their horse voice answered.

Evie opened the door more with her hip and flicked on the small lamp by the door, a warm yellow filling the room. She saw her lover sitting on the bed, the IV attached to their arm preventing them from getting up. They didn't look good, their eyes tired and bandages covering their wounds a dark red from when they had been bleeding more heavily. But it was a lot better than it had been a few days prior. Evie shivered at the thought of her lover when she had regained consciousness in the woods, she pushed the thought to the back of her mind. They were safe now, they were with her.

Evie smiled and stepped in, closing the door and walking up to them, “ Sorry I couldn't be here sooner, I thought you would be hungry for something other than fast food so I tried my hand at that one dish you said you liked but I burnt like all of it so Claire gave me a hand,” she laughed as she placed the tupperware on the bed side table.

“Oh Evie… thank you. You didn't have to do that i know how the recipe can be-”

“Ahah! None of that, I wanted to do it for you. You aren't feeling well and I know how stressful being cooped up is for you so I'm going to do all I can for you.”

She bent down, pushing stray strands of hair out of their face before kissing them. She could feel them smile into the kiss, leaning forward to kiss her more. Their hand came up to tangle into her hair.

When she felt the string of the IV she pulled back slowly, making sure not to pull on it. As she pulled back she could feel her knight try to follow her, trying to continue the kiss.

“Hey now, you gotta eat silly,” She laughed at the pout on their face.

“But I want more kisses,” they giggled as they tried to resume kissing her.

“I will be happy to give you more kisses but you really need to eat something sweetheart, it's been days since you’ve had any real food and I can tell it's taking its toll,” Genevieve said softly, hand cupping their face as she leaned in to plant a soft kiss on their nose.

They grumbled but made an effort to sit up more, the pile of blankets along with the IV and bandages making it a lot harder than they expected. When Genevieve noticed that they were getting upset as they struggled to just sit up she put her hands under their arms and lifted them lightly with her still new strength. She moved the pillows so they could sit comfortably.

“There we go!” She leaned down and pressed a kiss to their forehead, “comfy?”

They looked up at her with nothing but love in their eyes, and nodded with a small smile on their face.

Evie smiled, “good, now you eat and i'll get new bandages and the stuff to clean up the blood.”

She could tell they wanted to protest but they didn't, probably because they knew how much she hated seeing them covered in blood, especially their own. So they just nodded and accepted the warm food she had brought them.

She placed another kiss on their forehead before going to get the stuff, they enjoyed the delish warm meal she had taken the time to make for them. It made their insides warm, not just from the warmness of it, but from the care their girlfriend, their mate, put into it. It differently wasn't the best but she had put the time and care into it, so to them it was the best thing they had ever had. Plus they hadn't been able to eat proper food so again, the best food ever at the moment.

They watched Evie walk around the small room, gathering what she would need to change the bandages. She walked back and placed the items down, smiling at them.

“Do you like it?” she asked, the worry on her face clear.

They nodded, holding back the wince from the slight shot of pain it caused. “Its amazing baby, thank you”

The worry on their girlfriends face washed away, a bright smile replacing it. “Oh I'm so glad!” she leaned down and kissed their forehead, “I know it's not the best but-”

They interrupted her, “Nope none of that baby, it's perfect and exactly what i needed, it means so much to me baby, thank you.”

It made their smile wider when they saw a very slight blush creep up her face. Even though she was a vampire, that didnt mean she couldn't blush, it just took a bit more, something they were happy to find out.

Once they finished eating, Genevieve to the container and set it off to the side. She then sat on the edge of the bed, putting her hand over theirs. They smiled at her, she smiled back. It felt almost normal, as though they weren't injured or hooked up to an IV.

“We gotta change them,” She said softly, not wanting to disturb the moment but knowing she had to.

They nodded, “Where do you wanna look first?”

They were smirking, trying to lighten up the mood. They knew that she didn't want to be the one changing the bandages, but she knew they didn't want or trust many others to do it. Clare, maybe Beth, perhaps a few others but they felt most comfortable with her. They appreciated her stepping out of her comfort zone to help them stay as close to theirs as possible, so they would do what they could to make it better for her.

Evie smiled and rolled her eyes, smacking their arm playfully. “How about your legs? From what I saw…They were less injured then your….” She trailed off.

“Hey, it's ok.” They said, rubbing her upper arm. “Ya we can start with my legs, i'm good with that.”

She took a deep, centering breath, “Alright, let's do this,” she said, smiling again.

They nodded, smiling back at her. Pushing the blankets off of their legs, stretching a bit.

“Do you want me to get the bandages off? I can take care of my legs, so you could just see how to do it.”

“But-”

“Baby, I can do this, plus you're here to help. I know you can do it but I can tell your nervous, let me help, please.”

She could hear the desperation laced in their voice, and she knew there was another reason they wanted to help. Genevieve took another deep breath, nodding.

“Ok, but only one. You show me how on one and I do the other. I'm not letting you hurt yourself more just to help me with my aversion to blood, got it?”

They nodded, silently thanking her for understanding what they couldn't say out loud.

They decided to work on their right leg, figuring it would be easier. They slowly unwrapped the cloth, wincing slightly as it pulled at the dried scabs. Evie had them take a break removing the bandages so they wouldn't get hasty, she helped them clean the part they had already removed.

After that, they continued to peel off the bandages with Evie helping to clean it. Their legs were not too injured but it was still bad, hence them not being allowed to walk around or putting weight on their legs yet.

The two of them talked as they switched legs, despite her saying that they could only do one, she let them pull the bandage off of it too. The talk was light, mostly Genevieve telling them what the others had been up to, Beth and her mates shenanigans, how Claire and the ranger had been at each other's throats and how she thought they might have kissed.

When they finished cleaning and re-bangieding both of their legs, she moved to their chest at their request.

“It's kinda hard to breathe, It's probably just bandages being as hard as they are now.” They had said.

She of course didnt mind and didnt need a reason, but by now she knew they felt they had to give one for why they wanted something. They were working on that.

As she slowly unwrapped the cloth she cut it occasionally to make it easier. Dropping the blooded clothes into the trash. She repositioned them so she was behind them, taking care of the wounds there first.

“I was so scared…” She said quietly.

They stirred a little, instinctively trying to turn to see her before cringing at the sharp pains coming from their chest and back.

“Careful!” She scolded, placing her hands on their shoulders, “I mean it sweetheart.”

“I know, I'm sorry,” They said softly. “And i'm sorry for scaring you, but i did everything i could”

Genevieve sighed and went back to cleaning and disinfecting the deep wounds, “I know you did, and I know you were protecting me. There wasn't anything either one of us could have done to stop those guys… What were they again?”

“Bear shifters.” They said coldly, still enraged by the two shifters' actions.

“Right…bear shifters. But I was so scared when I came to and saw you on the ground…i thought…i..”

“Hay,” They said, placing their hands on her thighs that were on either side of them, “I know..you don't have to say it baby. I'm sorry I was so reckless,but I didn't have a choice, they were trying to hurt us, hurt you.”

They could hear Evie sniffle behind them.

“Baby…”

“I'm ok, I just wish I could have done something. I'm supposed to be stronger and faster, but I just went down. And you got so hurt.”

“I'm alright, see?” They squeezed her thighs, “I'm right here, I'm alright. A little useless right now but ultimately ok, and you're ok.”

It was minor but Genevieve heard the bitterness and self loathing when they said ‘useless’.

“Hay, no. You are useless sweetheart,” She said pausing cleaning to put one of her hands over theirs, “You saved me, and now you just need some help but that's ok”

“I couldn't even sit up without your help eves, I'd say that's pretty damn useless.” They said it with a smile and a laugh in their voice but she knew.

“Sweetheart. You are not useless in any way, you just need help right now. That's ok, please don't beat yourself up over it.”

“No! No it's not ok, I'm supposed to be able to keep you safe and i can't do that when i cant move. You never should have gotten into that fight. I should have been able to stop it or get you away from it before you got hurt….but i failed. I wasn't able to keep you safe Eve…” As they talked their voice softened, falling to a near whisper.

“Oh sweetheart,” Genevieve's voice was soft, not pitying but caring and full of concern.

She pulled her partner back, so they were resting on her chest,head on her shoulder. She wrapped her arms gently around their waist, making sure not to touch the wounds. They were crying now, trying to stop the tears running down their face.

Evie rocked them gently side to side as they cried.

“Shhhh, it's ok now baby. I'm safe, you saved me. I'm ok because of you, it's ok. Let it out there you go,’’ she comforted them quietly.

They held their arms around hers, gripping her tightly as they rocked with her. The two of them stayed there, rocking gently for a while. Once Genevieve noticed they had calmed down and were taking deeper breaths, she stopped rocking.

“Sweetheart?”

“I'm sorry, I didn't mean to yell at you.”

“It's ok, I forgive you and i'm not mad at all, i know you didn't mean to baby.”

“I just…got so overwhelmed. I hate not being able to do simple things by myself. I hate it even more when that means the people I care about have to do them instead.”

“I know sweetheart, but you're not a burden. I'm happy to take care of you, just like you would me. We all need help sometimes, even with the little stuff.”

“Thank you, I really am sorry for yelling. Are your ears ok? I know they are a lot more sensitive,” They asked, turning their head to look at her.

“Mhm,” She looked at them too,” They are fine, now how about we finish up cleaning these wounds and bandaging them, then I can see if there is any way we can get you out of bed for a bit, sound good?”

They smiled while sitting up.

“Ya. sounds good.”

Evie smiled and kissed the back of their neck, they giggled.

“Good”

Once Genevieve had finished with the bandages she moved off the bed. She kissed them before going out to see if they were cleared to get the IV removed. When she came back in, she brought Clare and a healer.

“Alrighty, I know we weren't able to heal you all the way yet, but we should be able to either tomorrow or the day after. Even better news is that you're all clear to get the IV removed, which I can do now for you.” The healer said, smiling.

They nodded and watched as the healer removed the IV.

“Now,” She continued, “You do have to make sure to drink plenty of water and fluids. I also want you to try and not walk around too much, I know you must want to but your legs weren't a priority when you got healed initially so they are still sore and you should be careful with straining them. You also need to eat a good amount, I already went over good things for you to have with Claire here,” She motioned to claire. “Other than the other basics like don't strain yourself too much, no heavy lifting, ect. You should be good to go!”

“Amazing, I'll think we've got it from here,” Clare said, mosining for the healer to follow her out of the room. “We will take good care of them while we wait for them to be healed the rest of the way.”

Clare winked at the two of them before closing the door on the way out. They could hear the two’s voices drift off as they got further and further away. Genevieve smiled and walked over to the bed, her partner pushing their legs off the bed. She put herself in between their legs looking down at them with a goofy smile plastered on her face.

“Well hi there” They said leaning back on their arms to look up at their mate.

“Hi~” She said in a sing-songy voice.

They raised their eyebrows, “Would you like something?” They asked, smiling.

“Mhmmm”

She leaned down, hands on their cheeks. “Can I kiss you?” She asked in a quiet voice.

They nodded, “When would I ever say no?”

She closed the small distance between the two of them. The kiss wasn't hurried. They just stayed there slowly kissing, holding each other close. They only stopped when there was a knock on the door. Both of them jumped, Evie jumping back as if they were teenagers caught making out in the gym locker room.

“I'm coming in you two!” A voice called in.

It was claire.

Claire opened the door, seeing Genevieve brushing her skirt off, looking anywhere but her and smirked knowingly.

“Hey, how are you feeling?” She asked her sibling, “I know you just have to be itching to get out of this room.”

“Oh god yes. I have been here for way too long. I'm feeling pretty alright, a bit sore but that's to be expected.”

Claire laughed, “I'm glad you're doing alright,” She stepped into the room and closed the door, walking to them. “You really scared us, I'm glad you're safe, but don't do that again.” She said putting her forehead against theirs.

If anyone else had said it, they would have fought it, angrily re-explain what happened, but they knew that's not what Claire ment. She was their Alfa, but more importantly to the both of them, their sister. She was scared when Evie had called crying and told her what happened, they had scared her and they did feel bad about it. They silently promised that they would do everything they could to make sure her and Genevieve would never have to be scared for them again.

Claire pulled back and patted their shoulder, “Im making dinner if your hungry, i know you ate not too long ago but-”

“Holy shit I want more food. Who the hell do you take me for Claire?” They interrupted her, laughing before cringing because, oh ya, still injured.

Genevieve was at their side immediately but they were fine. Claire smiled and turned back out the door.

“You know, I wouldn't mind carrying you out to the main room?” She said it in a teasing voice but they knew it was a genuine offer.

They scoffed, “Oh hell no, now get out.”

Clare laughed and made her way out, closing the door behind her.

With just them and their mate in the room again they opened their arms, an obvious sign for her to come close again. She did. Reclaiming her spot in between their legs.

“Hi again, pretty,” She said, laughing.

“Hehe hi gorgeous,” They leaned up, a hand in her hair pulling her down into a kiss.

When they pulled away from the kiss, mostly because unlike their undead ate they did in fact have to breathe, they giggled, “No but really, Claire is right if I stay in this room I'm going to go insane.

Evie burst into laughter, almost dubbing over in her fit. She did trip over the partner's foot, causing her to fall forward with a yelp. They both fell back onto the bed, her only not landing on their chest because of her vamp reflexes that let her have an arm on either side of them, holding her bove, if only just.

She was still giggling, but softer now, “Sorry i just,” she started before going back into her giggling fit.

She was beautiful, almost an angel. So they lean up and kiss her. She is shocked at first, but melts into it. Humming happily into the kiss, they could feel her smile, it made them happy.

When they pulled back Genevieve was smiling down at them, them smiling back up at her.

“I love you,” They whispered

Genevieve flushed, “I love you to,” She whispered back.

She leaned down again, this time only for a short kiss.

“Hay Eve,”

“Ya?”

“As much as I love you on top of me, falling back onto a bed doesn’t result in the most comfortable positions especially with booboos.”

“Oh! Oh ya, I'm sorry!” SHe got up quickly, helping them up as well, “Wait… booboos? Really?”

“Oh shush I've been babysitting a lot recently,” They laughed, smacking their mates arm playfully.

“I can't believe you, you're so cute,” She kissed them again.

“Ya ya, so you've said, now are you going to help me get out of this room or not? Because if you don't , I'm gonna do it myself and you're going to yell at me.”

Genevieve could tell they actually would try to do it themselves and would most definitely regret it, so instead she kissed their nose.

“Alright, alright, would you like me to carry you sweety? I could carry you like a princess!”

“Oh no-”

They could tell that their girlfriend had her mind set on the idea that she had thought of and no matter what they said could talk her out of it. They were going to be carried around princess style.

“Oh yes!”

She bent down and put her arms under their legs and back, then lifted. They let out a yelp as she picked them up.

“Hi sweetheart,” She said sweetly, a bright smile on her face.

“I hope you know, i am going to say i hate this every step of the way.”

“Ya i know, but it's nice getting to be the knight for once ahh Ahhh?”

“Oh my god,” They rolled their eyes at their girlfriends antics.

She giggled maniacally as she opened the door and walked the both of them out the the main room. Even though she could have run and gotten them to the room quickly, she didn't, walking at a steady pace down the hall. Partly because of her anxiety, partly because she enjoyed carrying them around.

They reached the main room and she set them down on the couch.

“There we go! Now let's get all cozy and we can watch a show,” Genevieve said as she climbed onto the couch, settling into her mate's arms.

After the two of them had fallen asleep to a show, Claire walked in to tell them that food was done. Instead, seeing them curled up looking peaceful she decided it could wait. She pulled out a blanket and covered the two of them. She left a note saying that food was in the fridge, to text or call her if they needed anything, and that she was going out for a bit. The last thing she did was flick the overhead lights off, smiling at the two lovebirds as she left.

#castle audios #castle audios genevieve #castle audios knight #castle audios claire #i love them #hurt/comfort

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lokorum · 2 years

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Shanah tovah (if you celebrate)! I just wanted to say: I stumbled across your art via elder scrolls tags and had to send an ask despite normally being very shy online.

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Absolutely no pressure to respond to this, by the way: I know there’s a lot going on in your life and nobody worth worrying about would blame you for deleting asks or not responding to them. Thank you for sharing your gorgeous art, and may the new year bring better days to you and your kin. :) <3

hey!! ahhh firstly two things!11! - hope i havent made you wait for too long with reply!! i love to save asks and just look at them this is my little guilty pleasure ahah and - i literally know next to zero about jewish culture!! and im super afraid to say something silly or gosh something that can accidentaly offend you?? tho i've read couple of articles -> understood nothing because they all was on english. honestly now when im thinking about it i have no idea why i didnt google it on russian. and i cant believe it - you like having a new year right now?? thats so cool!! we're going to have NY only at the end of february this year jeesh!! but uhh my nerveous system could use some delicious curd cakes right now tbh

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gunkbaby · 1 year

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Hello my lovelies. Just popping in with a little queued update on things (Shuu's birthday) for y'all. (gets a wee bit personal at the end, so feel free to skip that part!)

I am currently fighting off the evil mental illness demons, so I apologise for not being very active right now, and being generally bad at replying to messages and things. Things are just kind of bad on my end, especially in regards to my eating disorder. I'm super sorry, but I'm trying to do my best rn.

Anyway. Just wanted to pop in and say that I'm working real hard on getting some things ready for Shuu's birthday! I have already finished this year's Build-A-Bear poll, and the Minecraft server is almost ready! I've also got some art, and maybe a little sewing piece too, to share with y'all. I write Shuu a birthday letter most years, and if I'm comfortable, I will share that too.

I know I said before that i was planning to host a short, drawtober style event (mainly for me) centered around some Tsukiyama-esque prompts. I would still very much like to do that. I have five prompts ready that Shuu related, and I am very much looking forward to sharing them with you all.

I will try and post more information about it soon, but I do have an issue - I am unsure if my health would allow me to participate in the event.

(personal stuff under the cut, tw, ed & relapse mentions)

I try not to talk about it a lot - on Tumblr especially - but last year some not so nice things happened to me on my old Tumblr, on Shuu's birthday. It kinda ruined Shuu's birthday for me, and I have quite a lot of pretty severe trauma from it. Those events did sorta ruin my reputation, (hence why I don't interact with the fandom anymore lol) and basically caused me to relapse, pretty heavily, after I worked for years to recover. I was real proud of myself for that too, and now it's all back and worse than I ever thought it could be, and to say it sucks is an understatement, especially seeing how quickly everything fell apart. Like damn, all that effort I put in to get better, and it fell apart like a chocolate teapot on a hot day. Makes me feel pretty pathetic, honestly. (But I'm still going! I still have flowers, which is something, I think. It's a little silly, but I always think that if we have flowers, I think it's proof the world isn't totally falling apart. It keeps me going, at least.)

I bring this all up to explain why I might be offline a lot over the next few weeks. Because it all fell apart on Shuu's birthday last year, I'm anxious about this year. It's like, what if it all happens again, or whatever, what if X thing happens, or X thing, and then cue a spiral of invasive thoughts. So, I'm pretty desperate reclaim this day for myself. But I get the feeling I might be unable to be on Tumblr the actual birthday, because this is where everything happened. I will try, I promise, but if I feel too overwhelmed, I will just schedule any posts I wanna make and chill on my other social media instead. (all my socials are in my Carrd!)

In other news, I hope everyone had a good valentine's day. I bought some roses for myself. I don't like Valentine's day, it feels so cheap. I think that love should be celebrated everyday, not just one random Tuesday in February. But maybe I'm just salty, because I have never had a Valentine.

I will try and be more active, but as I say, my brain is sort of in ED-mode right now. But I'm genuinely trying. It's one of my OC's birthdays at the end of the month, so I will try and come back for that, at least. I'm working hard on my fics too. Hopefully soon I will have something worthy of being posted...Ahah.

So yeah. Just a wee lil baby update post from me. I'll try to be a little more active, so at least I can give it my all on Shuu's birthday, properly. C u later my friends.

#long post #semi-rambles #gunk #personal gunk #slight personal tw #tw personal #tw ed #tw sh #tw relapse #tw sh mention #tw relapse mention #tw sui mention #tw ed mention #shuu gunk #shuu birthday 2023 #british people love to queue #queue

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jeonggukingdom · 5 years

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redamancy (m)

▽ Pairing: Seokjin x Reader

▽ Genre: Romance, Fluff, Smut

▽ Summary: [’red-a-man-sE] the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

It’s St.Valentin’es Day and as per tradition, you are to surprise your boyfriend with a gift and a chocolate treat. On a whim, you decide to cook an entire dinner for him and bake him his favorite cake: chocolate filling and strawberry and cream toppings. Seokjin is bent down on showing you just how much he appreciated all your hard work for him. 👀

▽ Word Count: 7.144

▽ WARNINGS: Graphic depictions of sexual intercourse, unprotected sex, body worship, fingering, oral sex (receiving), rim job (receiving), pounding, dirty talk.

▽ REQUEST: Hi! Could I request Seokjin and 10. Redamancy for the unusual and rare words prompt? I love your writing 💕💜💜 and congrats on the upcoming anniversary!!! ▽ AN: this is not as proof-read as it should be so if something doesn’t seem quite right, forgive me please, ahah ♥

Sweat gathers on your forehead as you juggle in the kitchen, trying to keep up with all the dishes cooking on the fire, the ones that still need your final touches and the ones you haven’t started preparing yet.

In nervousness, you look up at the clock on your right and try to steady the crazy beating of your heart: you still have an hour and a half left before your boyfriend from two years will come back home from work.

It’s St.Valentine’s day and usually, you’d stick with the basic chocolate treat as a gift and maybe something on the side like a sweater or something. That had been your way to go in every relationship you had been in prior to the one with Seokjin.

This year, you decided to surprise your boyfriend and actually try to make something for him.

Between both of your works, you don’t get to spend a ton of time together and when you do, you usually both lazy around the house basking in each others’ presence and that’s pretty much it.

During the week it’s hard for you to go out to eat because neither of you knows exactly when the other will be home that night. There is always something urgent at the office, or an errand that takes longer than usual or even traffic making it impossible to arrive home at a decent hour.

Today, you were very lucky. Having to work on Sundays as well, you usually get a mid-week day of rest and this week it just happened to be on Thursday.

You have been preparing for this dinner for weeks, now, deciding what dishes to prepare, gathering recipes and ultimately the ingredients you’ll need to make all of this and while you struggle to get everything done, a part of you regrets the impulsive decision you made just because you know you aren’t exactly the cook of the year—more for lack of practice than anything else, really.

But when you think about his surprised face and the sounds of appreciation that would come out of his mouth as he eats the food you so diligently prepared for him, the regret vanishes like a cloud of dust.

A smile stretches on your lips as you spread the oil around the pan to fry your little dumplings for the bibim mandu and quickly eye the kimchi pancake cooking on the top stove.

The nice smell of food quickly engulfs the apartment and you can’t wait for your boyfriend to come home to your—hopefully—pleasant surprise.

You turn around and take the bowl of chicken to mix in rice wine, ginger, salt, and black pepper, preparing it for the moment you will start to fry it.

As everything keeps cooking on the stove you quickly make a sauce to accompany your fried chicken and stop to taste it with your finger. A positive hum escapes your mouth as you thank the heavens because it tastes exactly like your mother’s.

It takes a lot of effort to plate everything nicely and place them on the table in the living room, running through the apartment as your life depends on it.

By the time everything is done and set on the table you are beyond tired and quite grossly sweaty not only from the heat but by the nervousness of doing so many things at once without burning the entire apartment complex down.

You look up at the clock again, something you have been doing a lot in the past ten minutes, and decide you have enough time for a quick shower and a change of outfit.

The dress you have picked up for the night is something you are quite sure will match his taste and secure his gaze on you the entirety of your dinner together.

You smile to yourself as you quickly slip into it and look at yourself in the mirror: the dress enhances your curves and leaves your shoulders completely naked, your legs look more slender with the black heels at your feet and the matching lipstick on your lips makes everything pop a little bit more.

You secure your hair behind your back, fixing a strand of it behind your ear to expose your neck because you know how much he loves to kiss and tease your most vulnerable spot.

You return to the living room just as Seokjin walks inside the house, his expression a bit tight with the effort to come home at a decent hour and you welcome him with a gentle smile on your lips.

“Welcome back, boo,” you say, walking slowly towards him with the sole purpose of making him stare down at you for as long as possible, “Happy St. Valentine’s Day.”

Seokjin wears a baffled expression on his features and it makes your lips stretch into a deep smile as he fixes his gaze on your face and then inevitably glides it over your neck, your shoulders, the enticing curves of your breasts and further down your exposed legs.

He scoffs a little, shaking his head as a little smirk appears on his gorgeous plump lips and he takes the last step between your bodies, his strong arms quickly engulfing your frame to bring you closer to him.

"Happy St. Valentine's Day, baby."

His mouth quickly engulfs your own and you part your lips for him, seeking his tongue with your own and sighing in contentment as he promptly responds to your heated kiss. You have been waiting for this moment ever since you woke up beside him in the morning. You had been planning this for long enough to be giddy with excitement, just like a little kid in a candy store.

"Wow, you are full of surprises tonight, aren't you?" He hoarsely whispers atop your now sleek lips and you nod your head, chuckling a little as you push his hair back from his forehead.

"This isn't the only thing I prepared for you tonight, though." You love to tease and you love to be teased, he is very aware of both of these things and even though he certainly prefers to be the one calling the shots, tonight there is a playful glint in his eyes that tells you he is quite happy to comply to all of your wishes.

You take his hand into yours and guide him through the living room, your eyes stealing glances of his face every now and then.

The nice smell of food lied out on the table for the both of you is what gathers his attention next.

Seokjin is a big foodie, he loves to eat and to taste new things and he is also quite the great cook—which is one of the reasons why you've been nervous the entire day, quite frankly.

As you turn your head towards him, you find your boyfriend completely taken aback, standing there with his mouth hanging open and his eyes bulging out quite comically. It is a sight to behold and it makes you giggle on your spot as you tug at his arm, inviting him to come and join you at the table before the dinner gets cold.

"When did you prepare all this stuff?"

Seokjin lets you guide him to the table, his eyes scanning all the various plates laid before him, some of which you know with certainty are some of his favorites.

"Well, it may have taken me half of the afternoon to finish everything but the look on your face right now is definitely worth it."

You watch his cheeks turn slightly pink as he finally closes his mouth and focuses his gaze on you.

His hands reach out across the table to grasp your own and you gladly interlace your fingers with his own, smiling sweetly at him.

"I love you so much, ______."

It's been years since you and Seokjin started dating and even though he has spoken those words hundreds other times, it still makes your heart jump in your chest and blood rush to your head, nicely clouding up your thoughts as a consequence. With Seokjin, you always feel like a teenage girl with her first crush and it bemuses you every single time the feeling takes over everything else.

"I love you too, silly. Now let's eat, before it gets cold."

You smile to yourself as you let go of his hands, your eyes fixing on the plates to your far left as you diligently pick up a spicy dumpling from the bibim mandu plate and guide it to his mouth.

Seokjin giggles at your antics but opens up his mouth quickly, welcoming the first taste of your food on his tongue.

You watch him savor the dumpling with expectation dancing in your heart and when he emits his first impressed sound of the night, you bask in it and quickly promise to yourself to do this more often for him. There's nothing as magical as seeing your boyfriend so contended, excited and satisfied with you and your food. It's a feeling of accomplishment far different from the social recognition your workplace may provide and you absolutely live for it.

"Wow, this is amazing, I had no idea you knew how to make this!"

You shake your head, sighing at the fact that you cooked so little and not so diverse food for your boyfriend in your relationship that he has no idea what you can do in the kitchen. Which isn't much, you're still mostly a disaster but still, you should definitely put in more effort in the future.

You suddenly turn completely invisible to your boyfriend as he tries to taste everything you prepared for him pretty much all at once, evidently eager to taste your food.

You eat along with him, the smile persistent on your lips and only getting wider with every nice comment he throws your way.

The fried chicken and the bulgogi are the plates he appreciates the most and you make a mental note to prepare them more often for him if that's the reaction he's going to have every single time.

When the dinner is pretty much done you're feeling quite full with food and you have no doubt your boyfriend is feeling pretty much the same but, with a Cheshire-like smile you stand from your seat to bring out the star of the night: your special chocolate filling and strawberry topping cake.

"Is that a cake?" Seokjin looks at you astonished for the third time tonight and you smile widely at him, beaming with happiness and excitement.

"Well, the tradition says I should give you chocolate today so..."

You place your cake in front of him, quickly slicing two pieces for you two to taste but just as you're about to go back to your seat, your boyfriend reaches out for your arm and pulls you into him, making you lose balance so you end up sitting on his lap.

Seokjin takes your chin into his hand and guides your face down towards him so he can kiss your lips anew, savoring your sweet taste mixed with the amazing food you have prepared for him tonight.

His other arm is secure around your hips and you melt into the kiss, sighing deeply for him as he invites your mouth to part for him with the help of his lascivious tongue.

The kiss is tender yet passionate and it turns your skin feverish hot and sensitive to the lightest touch. It feels like your body is sparking up with new life, like electricity awakening in every cell you are made of and just as you are about to lose yourself within the blissful sensation, your boyfriend pulls apart from your lips to look up into your eyes.

You smile down at him, taking in his flushed cheeks and rosy wet lips and you lean forward, brushing your nose against the tip of his own.

Tilting your head to the side, you peel your gaze off of him and reach for a piece of your chocolate cake lying prettily on the small plate in front of you.

Without showing much hesitation you cut a bite-size portion of it and guide it to your boyfriend’s lips, barely concealing the nervousness in your eyes as he savors the sweet treat.

If cooking is not your strong suit then baking is definitely your nemesis but Seokjin’s eyes brighten up in stupor at the taste exploding in his mouth and your heart swells in your chest: tonight has been a success and you couldn’t be more proud of yourself even if you tried.

Seokjin’s free hand reaches for the plate in your hands and cuts another piece of the chocolate treat to guide it to your lips and you happily comply, welcoming the sweet taste in your mouth.

Your smile widens for him and he looks up at you entranced, his eyes unable to focus on anything else that isn’t you. When he looks up at you like this, you always feel like the luckiest and most loved girl in the entire Universe.

“I don’t think you realize how madly in love I am with you,” he says in a whisper, his voice sounding rough as he leans back forward against to steal a quick kiss from your lips.

“Words are not enough anymore,” he continues, his voice softening as you start caressing his face. You understand what he means for, his thoughts are a perfect mirror of your very own.

He surprises you by suddenly guiding a strawberry covered in chocolate to your lips and even if you are startled by the gesture, you still open your mouth for him.

You realize quickly that the strawberry melting on your tongue was nothing but a mean to distract you from his hand, suddenly resting between your legs.

His fingers ghost over your inner thighs and you find yourself opening your legs for him, granting him a nice and easy path to your sex.

Your boyfriend smirks as he approaches the heat of your womanhood and you bite down your bottom lip, your eyes fixed on his face to catch up on the inevitable swift in his features the moment he will realize you aren’t wearing any underwear underneath your dress.

His fingertips brush against your core and you drink up the way his eyes widen at the discovery, his lips twitching into a satisfied smirk.

“Have you been waiting for me to touch you this whole time, baby?” He asks, his lips attacking your neck to bloom roses on the soft skin.

“Maybe,” you sigh out, tilting your head to the side to grant him better access.

Seokjin and his plump lips are honestly a gift from heaven. He knows how to kiss and suck and pull on the tender skin and he is an absolute master in eliciting sighs and whimpers of pleasure from your mouth.

His hand palms your sex and you twitch into his embrace, electrified by the sensation of having him finally touching you where you have been desiring to be touched ever since he walked in through your house’s door.

You can tell how wet you already are and Seokjin only confirms your suspicions by grunting beneath your ear, his eyes closed as he savors the taste of your skin and the feeling of your core dripping for him.

His palm presses down on your sex, slightly rotating upwards to elicit a wave of pleasure from your hood while gathering goosebumps on your skin.

You whimper at the loss of his touch as he retreats from your sex and yelp in surprise as he lifts you up enough to sit you on the table, next to the empty dishes of your consumed dinner.

He kisses away the doubt reflecting in your eyes and you melt into his touch again, letting him take control over your body and your pleasure.

Seokjin hands are always soft on you yet they burn like fire and his touch always leaves your skin tingling in its wake.

His fingers are everywhere on you. One moment he’s caressing your face, kissing your jawline and neck, the next he is pushing the zipper of your dress down to further reveal your naked shoulders and chest.

His lips follow suit wherever he manages to touch you and it makes you dizzy to try and keep up with all the different stimuli of his undivided attention.

The red dress pools down at your lap and you shudder at your sudden nudity in front of his adoring eyes. Seokjin has always had this thing of staring at you as if you were a goddess he was born to serve and that look, the one that is painted on him even at this moment, always awakens butterfly within your stomach.

Your fingers move to touch his hair and push them away from his face, allowing you to stare directly into his eyes a moment longer.

His hands rest around your ribs, his thumbs caressing the thin skin there as he engulfs your lips into another searing kiss.

As you bring him closer to your chest his fingers brush upwards to cup your breasts and you sigh into his mouth, relishing in how good his touch feels.

Years of being together have taught Seokjin what your body likes and wants before you even have a chance to express it. Almost on cue, as you arch your back for him, his fingers start playing with the perky buds of your nipples, working them to turgidity so that he can engulf them with his gorgeous mouth and suck on them.

The mewl that escapes your mouth is nothing short of lewd and the smirk that immediately draws on his lips tells you truly how much he enjoys making you squirm and scream for him.

A shiver runs down your spine as he blows hot air onto your wet skin before moving to his next target. You expect him to keep moving downwards, bring his expertise in kissing between your legs but he chooses to kiss down the length of your arm instead and then each and every one of your fingers. His tongue darts out of his mouth and he licks your digits while staring at you, the look in his eyes making your walls contract in wanton desire.

“Seokjin...” you whimper out, your eyes pleading as he smiles at you, tracing back his course to kiss your shoulder and the space between your clavicles, slowly moving down to your chest again.

“Be patient, my love, I want to make sure I make love to every part of you, tonight.”

His words spark fire in your cheeks and down your core and you arch your back more for him, tilting your head backward so that he can work on your body the way he so desperately desires.

It’s new to be loved like this, to be kissed on every inch of your skin but it feels amazing nonetheless and every single one of his touches elicits pleasure out of you, even when they are focused on part of your bodies you didn’t know could bring such a sensation in you.

The moment Seokjin moves down to kiss and lick your abdomen you whimper for him in utter anticipation.

His hands press on your hips firmly to keep you in place and you grasp the top of his hair in return, unable to control the way your hips buckle forward for him, ushering him to bring his attention between your legs.

“Lie down on your back, baby.”

You promptly follow his instructions out of anticipation, barely sparing a second glance to the plates behind you.

You open your legs for him as you lie down, silently inviting him to explore your sex again but he doesn’t venture there just yet.

He keeps kissing your stomach, licking and softly biting the soft skin until you’re sighing for him, aroused by his every action.

You sense him getting down on his knees and your walls contract on thin air in expectation but again, Seokjin betrays your instinct and focused on your feet, freeing them of your high heels.

The little pecks on the toes tickle and make you giggle but they still seem to build up the desire coiling in your stomach.

You shiver when his hands cup your calves firmly, keeping them perfectly still as he kisses both of your legs in turn, aiming upwards to your thighs.

A trail of open-mouthed kisses is what brings him deadly close to your heat and your hips buckle again for him, making him scoff as his hands push them down, keeping them firmly in place as he resumes his loving teasing up your legs.

Your heart is beating fast in your chest by the time he decides to pull up your dress, pushing it up to your ribs and blow hot hair on your dripping sex.

His hands move from your hips to cup your bottom cheeks as he nestles his head between your legs.

His mouth pecks your sex as he would your lips but the simple touch after so many long minutes of waiting is enough to spark up fireworks within your body.

You sigh for him with both pleasure and relief laced in the simple sound and you can feel him smirk atop your sex before he opens his gorgeous mouth to let his tongue do what it does best.

Seokjin’s kitten-like licks are a maddening tease all around your labia and they have you squirming underneath him in no time.

“You’re so impatient tonight, baby.” He notes, pecking your dripping lips with a smacking sound.

Your legs close around him and he huffs at your retaliation before slapping your ass with enough force to make you yelp in surprise.

“I’m trying to make love to you right, baby, so be a doll and stay still for me, mh?”

His words are like fuel for an already raging fire and you relax your legs around him, arching your back to give him better access and relish in whatever he has in store for you tonight. The tease is torture but the promise laced between each of his licks and kisses is enough to make you behave for him. Or at least, it is enough now.

His tongue returns on its previous jobs and you shudder for him as he moves to your hood, licking around it with his lips spread wide open so that enough pressure is placed on your pleasure spot to make you sigh and mewl for him.

The moment his mouth closes around the sensitive bud your neck arches and you trap your bottom lip under the hurtful wise of your teeth.

“Don’t do that, baby, I want to hear you.” Seokjin whispers those lips without moving from between your legs, his breath continuously hitting your wet core and you whimper out for him, granting him his wish immediately.

He sucks on your hood again, shaking his head a little to add to the pleasure and as you start whispering his name he moves downwards, his tongue darting out to finally intrude your sex.

His tongue inside of you feels heavenly, especially as he starts lapping at your walls, careful to cover every inch he can possibly rich while drawing circles on your clitoris with his thumb.

The pace is slow and it almost feels like torture, making you wish you could rotate your hips for him, forcing him to go faster and milk down your high.

But per his instruction, you stay as still as you possibly can, allowing the pleasure to build deeper and deeper until you are practically begging him to let you come on his mouth.

Seokjin doesn’t only know how to teach you, how to tease you and elicit pleasure out of you, he is also quite accustomed to what you can or cannot handle in the bedroom by now and it’s with that in mind that he quickens his pace, pressing harder on your hood while fucking you with his tongue.

You squirm underneath him, unable to stay still as the pleasure clouds your mind and menaces to come rushing down your core anytime now.

It always happens like this: you feel like you’re going to explode soon and then all of a sudden, before you can realize it is indeed coming, your orgasm hits you full force, making your legs tremble and your mouth morph into the shape of his name.

Your juices gather prettily on his mouth and he makes sure to gulp down all he possibly can before standing on his legs and look at you, your body suddenly turned into jelly and your face looking well-fucked, just like he loves it the most.

You grunt as you take in how disheveled he looks himself: his hair sticking out in odd directions after you pulled on them so hard, his cheeks flushed a vibrant coral, his lips red and swollen, your juices dripping down his mouth and chin.

Answering to your silent desire, Seokjin leans forward and captures your lips anew, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue as he steals your breath away.

“Bedroom?” You whisper as he draws back, his nose brushing against yours.

“Bedroom,” he says back with a smile, helping you on your wobbly legs so that you can finally discard your dress completely and rush to the comfort of your bed and let him take you again, over and over until you are both beyond exhausted.

You walk down the hallway quickly, albeit your steps being a little unsteady at times and you can hear him giggle under his breath at how eagerly you are moving for him, ready to finally take his cock.

You can also sense his eyes trained on your ass the whole time without needing to turn around to check on the fact. It’s just the way it is: Seokjin can’t resist a single part of you, especially not when it’s so well served for him.

It’s definitely the sight of your naked ass bouncing a little as you sway your hips for him that coax him to grasp your arm and stop you in the middle of the hallway.

You turn around to look at him confused, your eyebrows knitted together as he stares down at you.

“I fear we won’t make it to the bedroom just yet, my love.”

His hands find purchase on your hips, guiding you closer so that you are pressed flush against his covered chest. In this position, you can feel his erection trapped in his pants and it makes your mouth water in anticipation.

“It would seem like I can’t resist the sight of your beautiful ass,” he says, smiling at you as he kisses down your jawline, slightly rotating his hips on yours to create a nice friction on your still-sensitive core.

“I think I didn’t give your ass enough love tonight just yet, what do you think, baby?”

You tilt your head back as he starts kissing your neck and you hum for him because, honestly, whatever Seokjin wants to do with you tonight sounds like a treat you will never forget.

One of his hands reaches down between your legs and you jolt at the sudden intrusion of his digits, pressing hard against your sensitive bud.

You sigh for him as he slowly draws figures eight on your sex, reawakening the desire and the pleasure within you.

His fingers turn restless as you start to pant for him, your legs slightly quivering with your impending release and just as you think you’re about to come again all over his hand, his fingers retreat making you whimper at the sudden loss of his touch.

He bites down your lobe in amusement as you reach for his wrist to forcefully guide it between your legs but he still complies. This time, though, his fingers reach further south than your hood.

The stretch of one of his long digits is nice and you welcome it with a buckle of your hips into his hand, a move that grants you a playful slap on your ass.

Still, your boyfriend must be feeling quite compliant tonight because he doesn’t indulge longer in the teasing, bent down on making you crumble quite fast again.

The second digit that intrudes your sex stretches you wider and your walls contract around him as he scissors you while moving forward, searching for that sweet spot he knows for sure is going to make you melt in his embrace.

The pace he sets within you is not fast enough for your urgent need to come but you do not voice out those thoughts because a part of you loves this prolonged attention. You love to squirm and beg for him and he certainly loves to hear all the little sounds you can emit for him.

It does take you by surprise though when he retreats from your sex to turn you around, forcing you to stretch out your arms to keep your balance against the wall and arch your back for him.

He hums in satisfaction at the sight of your ass exposed for him and your dripping sex awaiting for his touch. Seokjin gets on his knees for the second time that night and you close your eyes in expectation, preparing yourself for the feeling of his tongue on your sex once more.

You jolt in surprise though as his tongue doesn’t quite come in contact with your core but rather with your ass and further down your back hole.

It’s a peculiar feeling at first, definitely foreign to you but as he coaxes you with his fingers on your bud, you start getting accustomed to it.

Seokjin’s tongue feels hot on the thin skin as he circles around its surface with precise swift movements that reveal to you this isn’t quite his first time doing this.

The moment you start giving in to his touch, his fingers find their place within you again, moving at the same pace as his tongue is.

You are surprised by the pants you emit through your parted lips because you know, the excitement building within you is not only due to the work of his hand but mostly from his lascivious tongue, making you discover another pleasure spot within your body.

“Seokjinnn-mph,” you whimper out for him, your hips buckling for him even more in hopes to give him better access and consequently throw you back on cloud nine.

The feeling in your stomach piles up like hot liquid in a pool and it clouds your vision and your thoughts at the same time.

You are barely aware of the mewls and moans that come out of your mouth and the lewd words you pronounce to encourage him further.

It feels as if your body is a chord getting pulled and pulled and pulled until it snaps and breaks and that is exactly what happens when your orgasm comes, soiling his hand and face and the poor floor beneath you.

You are quite sure you have never experienced an orgasm this intense before and it leaves you feeling heavy and disoriented and your boyfriend has to wrap his arms around you to keep you standing.

Your breath hitches in your lungs and you keep panting in his embrace as your heart hammers in your chest.

“Damn, I should do that for you more often, baby, shouldn’t I?”

“Please, please do.”

Your voice slightly trembles as you speak those words and it amuses him further to see you so worked up when he isn’t even done with you just yet.

You find yourself looking into his eyes as he takes you up in his arms, guiding you bridal-style to your bedroom so he can finally attend to his needs as well, something you have long forgotten ever since he has placed his hands between your thighs the first time.

Seokjin carefully lies you down on the bed and you watch him with drunk-in-love eyes as he takes off his clothes, staring down at you with a playful smirk on his mouth.

He focuses on his white shirt first, undoing every button with studied slowness and you eagerly follow the movement of his fingers, entranced by every inch of skin he exposes further by doing so.

When his shirt is completely open you take in his firm abdomen and the way it contracts as he discards his shirt on the floor, stripping his torso completely naked.

You would bloom purple roses on the expanse of his chest now if he were close enough for you to do so.

His naked shoulders gather your attention as he turns around, wiggling his ass a little to elicit a giggle from your lips but even that silly move manages to arouse you.

You’d bite down on his cheeks if you could just to hear him cry out loud your name. The thought makes your mouth water and an impatient sound leaves your lips.

He turns back around to get rid of his black jeans and you lick your lips in anticipation as he finally strips completely naked, disregarding his boxer briefs somewhere far away from the bed.

Seokjin stands in front of you in all his glorious nudity and you push yourself to a seating position to admire every single part of his. You have seen him naked countless times and yet, it always makes your heart beat quicker in your chest whenever you get the chance to witness him like this.

His cock twitches under your scrutiny and you bite down your bottom lip to taunt him further.

There is no doubt he his rock-hard and ready to pound into you when he jumps on the bed, forcing you to lie down on your back again so he can kiss you silly.

Seokjin’s legs intermingle with your own and you can feel his erection pressing hard against one of your thighs and the sensation alone is enough to arouse you more and wet your already abused sex.

“I want you,” you whisper atop your lips and he bumps your nose with the tip of his own, a knowing smirk on his lips.

“You’re so needy for me tonight, baby.”

“I’m always needy for you,” you whisper back before playfully biting on his bottom lip, slightly dragging it down to make him hiss in both pain and arousal.

“Then I should give my princess what she desires the most, shouldn’t I?”

There is no hiding what the nickname princess does to you and Seokjin knows very well how much you love when he says that, how it makes your heart flutter in your chest and your insides clench in what you can only describe as happiness.

Your boyfriend kisses your lips briefly before aligning his sex with your own, slightly pushing forward until the head of his cock is completely engulfed by your more-than-ready womanhood.

Your walls stretch around him and then contract at the sound of the grunt that leaves his mouth at the sensation of having you all around him.

“You’re still so tight, baby,” he whispers, pushing himself further down and you sigh for him, trying not to contract so madly around him when he’s still not completely inside of you just yet.

“Deeper,” you whimper out as he makes you lift your legs and buckle your knees so he can find purchase on them as he pushes inside of you.

“Fuck, you take my cock so well, baby.”

He pushes his chest forward to place a kiss on your temple as he finally slips completely inside of you.

Seokjin doesn’t have the longest cock you have ever seen nor felt within you but the girth of his length never ceases to surprise you.

You mewl for him, closing your eyes as he draws back to push right back into you, stretching your walls even further.

His lips encircle the perked up bud of one of your breasts as he starts moving in and out of you, his teeth slightly pulling on the sensitive skin as he sets a steady pace within you.

Every touch of his hands and mouth tonight is madly intoxicating and it feels like every little thing he does could be enough to draw the last straw and make you come all over him again and again.

He abandons your chest to lift back up and find purchase on your hips, focusing on the steady pounding of his cock inside of you.

You can see the pleasure in his features as you contract around him, squeezing his cock and coaxing it to move inside of you faster.

“You feel so good inside of me, baby.”

Your words of encouragement grant you a long kiss from his swollen lips and you welcome it gladly by opening your mouth for him, allowing him to interlace your tongues and arouse you even further.

When he draws back he pushes your legs upwards, granting himself a deeper reach inside your pussy.

Your calves rest atop his shoulder, framing his head as he starts pounding inside of you with enough force to fill the room with the sound of skin on skin, his balls hitting your ass with each and every stroke of his cock inside of you.

You moan for him and he leans forward, pushing your legs to your chest and as he does so, the tip of his cock reaches and hits your cervix with utter precision, forcing a scream to leave your mouth in the form of his name.

“Ff-fuck yes, baby, right there.”

Seokjin pounds faster inside of you and you think you might come in a matter of seconds if he keeps going like this but he retreats as you’re about to tip off the edge, not quite done with you enough to let you reach your high again.

He turns you around and smacks your ass for good measure, humming in approval as you stick your butt up for him, granting him perfect access to your sweet sex.

His pace is slower this time, his goal to savor this moment for as long as possible and you grasp the bed covers tightly in your hands as you resist the urge to bounce back onto him, forcing your own pace on him.

Seokjin thrusts are rougher now that you are lying on your chest and as he hits your pleasure spot again you mewl for him, begging him to please, go faster.

He slaps your ass a couple of times as he picks up his pace inside of you, pushing you flushed against the bed as you start contracting around him all over again, sending jolts of pleasure on his sex.

“Ugh, princess, you feel so good,” he grunts in your ear as he presses his chest flush against your sweaty back, stealing kisses on your cheeks and mouth as you turn around for him.

“I want to come,” you whimper out and he bites down your earlobe, pushing himself to a sitting position, dragging you up with him.

Your head tilts back to rest on his shoulder and he covers your neck with open-mouthed kisses.

“Fuck me, baby,” he hoarsely whispers in your ears and you do not need him to tell you twice.

You sink onto him until he’s balls deep within you and you set a maddening pace for yourselves as you bounce on his cock, slightly rotating your hips every time you hear him hiss in your ear.

Bringing pleasure to Seokjin is usually the thought that prevails for you in the bedroom, too eager to make him crumble and hear him whimper out your name to care about your own needs. Tonight, though, your pleasures and desires seem to be in sync and it is not much of a surprise that your mewls melt into his grunts as your orgasm approaches both of you.

“Come,” you whimper out, smacking your hips loudly onto his own as you feel your release drawing closer, “Come inside of me.”

Your words seem to be the last drop he needed to shoot his hot semen inside of you, guided not only by your deep thrusts but from your walls, squeezing him tightly as you mewl out your orgasm as well.

You milk out both of your releases until it almost hurts and he hisses in your ears with over-sensitivity.

You turn around to hug your boyfriend and bring him down on the bed to rest your head on his chest and hear the crazy thumping of his heart against his ribcage.

As he turns his head towards you, you wrap your fingers around his cock and guide it to your sex in his flaccid-state.

The feeling of having him inside of you even like this makes your heart go crazy in your chest and you look up at him to kiss away the question pending on his lips.

“Can we stay like this for a little bit?”

Your boyfriend smiles down at you before humming, kissing your forehead while bringing you even closer to his warm body.

Being like this feels like finally finding that missing piece to a puzzle you have been trying to finish for years, it feels like merging your boundaries until you’re one inseparable being. It feels like being the luckiest woman on Earth and you don’t know what you did in your past life to deserve a love like this but it must have been something really great.

“Happy St. Valentine’s day, my love.”

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6, and then 7!

6. Someone you hate?

This is going to sound very cliche, but "hate" might be too strong of a word. I'm good at very few things, but one of them is how I'm able to put myself in someone's shoes. People rarely are pure evil, and usually do evil things for reasons they justify to themselves. I don't just forgive and excuse and forget, but even though I may dislike someone and find them a complete douchebag, I don't think I've ever hated anyone.

7. Best Friends?

They don't have tumblrs! But I can speak a little about them. In no specific order:

> I've been friends with her for 19 years (met in kindergarten). She's quiet and gentle, loves reading and she's an absolute math genius. Always the voice of reason, a bit motherly toward me. Loves chocolate and all sweet things.

> we've been friends since sixth grade. She's more sassy and vibrant, likes to party and hang out with friends. Is sarcastic and calls me out on my own bullshit (which I appreciate). Understands my silly sense of humor and respects the fact that I'm quieter and more reserved and homely than her. She's brave and not afraid to try new things, and she's always working on self improving. Makes an effort to motivate me and give me good advice even when I don't ask for it.

> I met her when I started college, and she's one of the smartest and sensible people I've ever met. However, she's silly and playful, and her smiling demeanor hides a very painful and difficult family life. I seriously wonder how she is able to keep smiling after how much she went (and still goes) through. Observant, attentive, is always there for me. Likes caring for others, cooks and bakes amazingly. Her art is incredible (i can share her insta if you message me), and she's dedicated and hardworking.

> we've been friends for ten years now, and I used to have a crush on him back then. Loves to sing and dance, very competitive. Very gentle, always calls to check up on me. He's a great listener, and genuinely cares. Smiles a lot, but has one of the biggest emotional barriers I've ever seen on a person. It's difficult to break through sometimes. I worry a lot about him, because he never really seems to have any troubles, he always just seems happy and it scares me that he thinks he has to put on a happy face all the time just to appease others, because that's definitely the type to do that... bit by bit, I think he has been letting me in, and he knows he can count on me. Always. He's crazy smart as well, and he's currently studying in Madrid to be a doctor (and will get angry at me if I'm not taking good care of myself ahah)

> (boyfriend, because he is my best friend) he's very protective of me. Can be cold, distant at times, but will always be gentle and caring when we're alone. Very rational and logical, almost to a fault. Thinks too much and suffers from it. Likes history and philosophy and video games. Has a very dark sense of humor, and, as a true Taurus, is brutally honest, but I've come to appreciate it. Likes the outdoors and the forest, but also loud music. He's hardworking, and makes me want to do better every day. He's safe, and the person I call home.

Thank you for the ask! This got really long I'm so sorry!

Ask me some personal questions!

#m #ask #personal

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killapunk · 6 years

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3 years ago today, I posted this- my first Hotline fanart post. More importantly, perhaps, my first Biker fanart post. SO NOW, 3 YEARS LATER, I REDRAW IT.

I tried to do everything pretty much the same: I used the exact same colors and tried to imitate the facial expression and linework and what have you. I even used the exact same background. Therefore it looks really different to my usual stuff, ahah… But hey, it was fun! There’s more versions I may or may not post later ofc

I might get rambly so it’ll be under a cut. Thanks for sticking by me for this long!

Three years is a long time to have stuck to one fandom. I’ve met and unmet more people through Hotline Miami than any other, I think. What started as a fun little interest slowly developed into a sort of obsession, where I desperately wanted to be recognized for my time and effort and didn’t want to be forgotten, pushing me to draw more and more. And while this may have been good for me skill-wise to some degree, it wasn’t so good for me mentally or emotionally. This is no one’s fault but my own, but I must say it’s been a very anxious, stressful 3 years.

From meeting friends and being constantly afraid to lose them, to having my art stolen, to having some really unimaginably awful things said to me, I’m shocked I was able to keep it together for this long. I mean, it could have been way worse! And I’m certainly not as affected by everything now, but I was pretty fucked up still when I started and I’ve done a lot of growing up since. And I’ve still got a lot of work to do.

That’s just me wanting to get the bad out of the way, don’t worry. I’ve met a lot of amazing people in that timeframe, and the most amazing ones are the ones that are still beside me today. There are so many talented artists in this fandom and some incredibly sweet people too. I’m honored to have been able to draw beside some of them and to have even been recognized by others. And it’s been a lot of fun- you all know I love these characters to death, not just Biker and the Son. Speaking of which, though, it’s incredible to me how much support that ship has gotten. Like, silly as it may be, I put my heart and soul into it, and to see more than just 4 people be down with the idea is really touching, actually. I appreciate every single note I get on that shit and every single drawing someone else makes of it. Rock on.

More important than that is the relationships I’ve forged, though. I’ve found like six different types of love in this fandom alone and that’ll never go away no matter how bad it may get. So to all of those who I’ve managed to befriend (and more), I love you. Thank you so much for wanting to interact with an egg like me, and thank you for making me feel welcome.

Honorary mention of course to everyone who’s ever told me they love my art and interpretations, and that I inspire them to draw. I can’t tell you enough how much that means to me. Every kind message adds a day to my lifespan.

So yeah! Hotline Miami, it’s been a long and strange ride, and I have no idea where it’ll take me, but I’m glad it seems I’ve passed the peaks already. I wouldn’t change this for the world, though. Passion for this game and the art I’ve made of its characters is one of the few things that have managed to keep me afloat.

This is a lot of emotional words for what looks like a pretty underwhelming drawing of Biker bUT HEY 3 YEARS IS A LONG TIME OK

#biker #biker (hotline miami)#hotline miami #hlm #is it a goodbye? not yet....not yet lol #still have a few things i wanna finish !#jinn0doodle

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otomeonfleek · 6 years

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Request: Stick Around-Eisuke Ichinomiya

Request:

bat-yo-us asked:

Hello there! Can you write about eisuke having an argument with mc and the arguments didn't end well. Suddenly someone approach eisuke and tries to shoot/stab him but mc managed to shield him and takes the blow instead. I'll leave the ending to you. Can you make this angsty please ^_^ (I'm really am an angst freak)

I hope ya’ll enjoy this request-especially @bat-yo-us ! Sorry if it’s a bit long, but I enjoy setting the tone ahah. If this satisfies your angsty cravings on some level, I’m glad lol.

If there are any other requests/suggestions for some more Voltage-related writings, please feel free to lmk!

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You were at your breaking point. If it was not one thing, it was another. Life, as of late, seemed to be working against you. Even moreso for someone who was sold at a blackmarket auction after breaking an incredibly expensive art piece.

You had been late to work several times (ie. sudden thunderstorm with no umbrella, broken alarm), there had been a gaping hole in your uniform skirt that you didn’t notice until mid-shift, and a guest nearly had been taken to the ER because you forgot their severe allergy to the customary flower arrangement Tres Spades typically displayed (damn you, lillies).

On top of the stern lectures from your superiors and pitying glances from concerned coworkers, you failed a certification exam necessary for your promotion request. In between the daily chaos of catering to the bidders and your general full-time work, you sacrificed so many sleep hours to study. It seemed all for naught when you saw your score.

You were a fairly positive person and prided yourself on your work, and so the recent trend of incidents struck a nerve. It felt like your efforts were meaningless and that you could nothing right.

Furthermore, Eisuke was far too preoccupied with business to even acknowledge you. During the rare exchanges you had, he was especially brusque.

With your own insecurities and frustrations bubbling inside, you felt yourself growing irritated with him. As your significant other, you expected some emotionally awkward display of hidden kindness from him. Yet here you were at your favorite Italian restaurant on a long-planned date with your dear boyfriend and still silently fuming.

Your appetite was poor as you shot a nasty glare at him in the thick of the silence which was mainly his doing with him focused solely on his smartphone. The earlier attempts of conversation had died when you noted how he merely grunted in response.

He had to have finally noticed the atmosphere as he barked, “What’s with you?”

Outraged, you slammed your palms against the ornate dining table and briefly thanked how his ridiculously impressive standing earned you a rather private seating area. The harsh rattling sound of cutlery and delicate China would have made you flinch had you not been so furious.

You then nearly screeched, “What’s with me?? I should be the one asking you that! This entire month has been horrible for me and you couldn’t care less!”

He huffed and placed his device flat on the table before leaning back in his seat. Shooting you a rather haughty look, he asked, "What do you want me to do? Hold your hand? Tell you that nothing's your fault and the world's just mean?" With a sarcastic smile on his thin lips, he chuckled humorously before reaching to take a sip from his glass.

After placing it down, he continued, "What good would any of that do? You’re an adult and that’s just life. If you want pity, you're asking the wrong person." His low baritone stung as he talked down to you, making you feel more inferior.

"How dare you! I don’t want your pity, I just want to know that you care. This entire night, you didn’t even bother to put your phone down for one minute and pay attention.

I’m not asking for the world. I just wanted one moment with you where you don’t act like some heartless asshole who could care less.” Your throat was raw with emotion.

On top of making you feel lesser in implying your need for pity, his cynical view and lack of empathy made your blood boil. Yes, he was the Eisuke Ichinomiya, but you needed some level of compassion from him as your partner.

With cruel and piercing sepia eyes, he cooly mused, “If that’s what you really think of me then I wonder why you stick around.”

You scowled at him, feeling the sting of fresh tears pooling at your eyes. Not wanting to further your humiliation, you stood up and hauled your evening purse over your shoulder, “Have a nice life, Eisuke.”

In your exit, there was a brief satisfaction at how suddenly stunned he was. With your relationship, there had been an almost unspoken rule that walking away without resolving the argument was forbidden. The flicker of panic in his typically unimpressed stare made you both pleased and devastated of how the night was ending.

You were crossing the street when his low voice cut through the symphony of passing cars and chattering pedestrians around. “(Y/N)! Come back here now!! We’re not finished!” At his impossibly authoritarian tone, you wanted to flip him the bird.

Glancing behind, you watched as his tall frame shoved through the crowd with his eyebrows furrowed in anger. In knowing him well, you picked up the slight desperation in the very way he was trying to reach you.

“No, I’m not talking to you!” You shouted over your shoulder, nimbly working through a sea of Japanese commonwealth intent on enjoying their weekend.

The chase continued before you impulsively turned to check on him again. You felt your heart jolt when you noticed an unfamiliar man trailing Eisuke. Every alarm and fiber of your being was blaring-something was wrong.

Confused, you stopped mid-step and watched. The young hotel magnate let an exasperated sigh as he was finally within near reach of you. “Now you stop! Are you finally done acting like a child so we can talk?”

His biting words with their slight of relief fell on deaf ears as you locked on the approaching man. With more concern than anything, Eisuke reached his arms out to grasp your shoulders and proceeded to chide you.

When the stranger stopped to reach into his coat pocket, his beady and seething orbs glued to the back of your partner’s head, time slowed.

You felt bile rise in your throat at the sight of a firearm aimed at Eisuke’s unknowing figure which was focused solely on you. Your limbs felt heavy, nearly paralyzed in fear.

It was then a bystander noticed the man and screamed out “GUN!!!” and the person’s fingers flexed at the trigger.

A glimmer of realization flicked in Eisuke’s eyes as he put together what was happening with the crowds turning manic. His large and comforting frame was moving to protect you, but you felt yourself take charge and rush to step in front of him.

It was pure fear in your partner’s eyes that let you make the connection to the piercing crack in the air and why your side was throbbing. You felt disoriented at how you were resting on the floor with your lover resting your head on his lap and desperately pressing down at your bleeding side.

Faint sirens were blaring in the distance and confused clamoring could be heard. Still focused on keeping Eisuke safe, your vision scanned around to thankfully note the attacker being wrestled to the ground by a group of concerned samaritans.

There was an inexplicable pressure on your chest as it pulsed with hurried breaths. At the searing pain in your side, you reflexively reached for it. Your much smaller hand rested atop of his that was working to apply pressure to the wound, and you could only think of how pleasantly warm his hand was. It was comforting.

You were unsure if it was from the fatigue or the sudden blood loss, however your vision was blurry. Squinting, you invested your remaining strength to focus on his mouth.

“(Y-Y/N)!! (Y/N), an ambulance is on its way and I promise you’re going to be fine. Are you listening? I’ll make this simple for you. I’m your boss and I’m basically ordering you to be okay. If you don’t...” His lips trembled as he glanced away, unfeeling eyes now consumed with pain.

When he forced himself to turn back, the empty and lithe digits of his other hand gently circled around yours. With a bittersweet and helpless expression, he started again, “If you don’t listen to me, I’ll be mad at you. You won’t get to retake your exam and you won’t get promoted. The guys will be sad with no one to make fun of. No one will make me coffee...” His voice trailed off.

At how small and vulnerable he now was, you felt your heart breaking. The argument and all of the resentment earlier seemed so silly now.

“You are such an idiot. Who jumps in front of a gun like that?” Unable to process the recent events and his inner turmoil, he softly cursed at you.

With your forehead stained with sweat and your cheeks paling with tears, you croaked out, “E-Eisuke...I’m sorry I got angry.”

Sucking at his teeth, he exhaled, “I don’t want to hear it. We can talk about this later- after you get help.” He purposely worded it such to emphasize how sure he was that you would be alright.

At this knowledge, your free hand trembled and covered your face as you suddenly sobbed. He was in pain because of you. It was almost ironic how he seemed to be hurting more than you in spite of how you took the bullet.

“...Stick around and I’ll show you that I’m not some heartless asshole...Okay? Promise me that you’ll stick around.” The aging and wrinkled lines of his face suddenly were clear along with the frantic edge in his voice.

With the sight of the most prideful man in Japan pleading that you live, you felt your stomach curl in guilt. The gushing bullet hole at your waist almost felt more tolerable in favor of seeing him so helpless because of you.

You dug your nails into your face as the sobs continued to tear through your chest.

The fear of dying paled in comparison with your concerns of how Eisuke would live after. Sans any narcism, you realistically knew your loss would haunt him and whatever kindness that thawed his heart from your meeting would vanish. You imagined him building walls and working tirelessly to shut everyone out.

What sort of life would that be? No, he deserved to live freely with less horrid views of humanity and without constantly being on guard.

If you were gone, he would throw away whatever progress from his cynicism he attained. Eisuke Ichinomiya needed you to remind him that the world was not all bad. He needed you to make him disgustingly sweet coffee at odd hours in the day. The man needed you to ground him. He needed you to prove to himself that he was not a monster or a broken thing beyond repair.

With that, you gritted your teeth against the physical agony and forced yourself to smile and stare warmly into the familiar sepia you adored, “I-I promise that I’ll...stick around.”

#eisuke ichinomiya #voltage inc #love 365 #kbtbb #kissed by the baddest bidder #otome #request #angst

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moonraccoon-exe · 5 years

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Hi there :) ok, so first of all, your pseudo is amazing. Anyway, you were wondering if I was paying intention to the tags... of course omg!!! You put so much energy and love in your comment how could I not have seen it? seriously?? and true fact, I loose time every morning to check the reblogs just in case people put some stuff in the tags and idk, i cannot ignore it. So don't worry your endless tags full of feels will not end into the void ;) thanks you soooo much and have a great day!!

AKSLJDFLKGA DJLKGAJS FLKADJG ALDKGJ AKLDGJAKLG ZOMG ZOMG SCREEEEEEEEEECH IT’S AESTRAMA SAMA IN MY INBOX IT’S AN ARTIST OF PHENOMENAL ART IN MY INBOX SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEECCCCCCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

*EXPLODES*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

PEOPLE GO CHECK THEIR ART OUT IT’S FANTASTIC AND I LOVE IT SO MUCH ASDKLJDAG KDJ GLAKDJGAD

OMG. OMG. ASKJDAFDKHLJ ADKLFAJ DGKLADJGADK ADKLGJADLGKAD

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH, AESTRAMA SAMA I DON’T KNOW HOW TO REPLY TO YOU HGNNHFHNFG HKFGNH OMG I DIDN’T REALLY THINK YOU’D ACTUALLY DROP BY HNHG AAAAAHHHHH

Let me- let me add a keep reading here, aye? Ah. Omh. Aha,dg

Look, I REALLY want to freak out here because ZOMG IT U, but the truth is I can’t look at your inbox and freak out because I HAVE FAILED YOU OTL

It took me forever, but I did add the tags to yoru artwork where I asked you if you wanted me to…it’s here, if you want to check it out, but…know that I failed you… ;A;

Tumblr only allows 30 tags and there was NO WAY on this planet that I would put my thoughts and impressions of your artwork in only 30 tags, considering as well the space I use for search purposes which left me with like 20 and as hard as I tried to fill them as much as they allow me to, I just…didn’t get even ¼ to what I wanted to express… OTL

So I’m sorry that I kept you waiting for so AGONIZINGLY LONG and it’s not a big deal. You probably expected more but what did you expect me to say? Your art is beyond my vocabulary and mortal comprehension, I couldn’t do it as hard as I tried…forgive this mortal that adores your art but has no idea of how to express how much, almighty Aestrama… OTL

SO WHAT ABOUT I KEEP RANTING HERE BECAUSE I DON’T FEEL FULFILLED YET

IT’S JUST

AKSDLJF

AKSLDJFG LKAJDFKLAS GDKLJLAKDJ FLDKAGJALDKGAD JLK

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

I REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY WHOLEHEARTEDLY LOVE THAT ARTWORK OF YOURS KAJSDKALJG OMG I HAD ALREADY SEEN TWO OR SO ARTWORKS FROM YOU BUT THAT ONE SORTA SLAYED ME ;A;

The Regis-Noct relationship is my fave and it’s always so heartbreaking and touching, and you made it so…beautiful in a way I can’t describe. Your artwork itself radiates all this joy, all this sentiment, kasjdladkgjadkgjda, the artwork contains some load of emotion, and it transmits another load, and honestly, that’s what I think art is.

Not to talk about your art. Which is what I think I talked the less about when it should have been in first place because WOWEE, LOOK AT YOUR ART!!!!!!!!!!

And that one artwork is so good and so nice, because while it’s a fun and cute style, it’s not an artwork to laugh with, it really is touching and heartwarming. It may be the look on Regis’ face, happy and content, when in canon we’re not used to see him smile. I LOVE the colors and how you mad eof blue and black hues so happy and lighthearted. Lighthearted, that’s a word I’d give to it. That, and wholesome.

All in all, I think that your WONDERFUL art skills and the emotion within, plus the emotion it transmits really do a fantastic and phenomenal job at giving that one artwork its impact and impression. It’s really something I can’t put into words and that I will forever love akjsdlkajg aaah… ;__________;

AND THAT’S THAT. I’M SORRY I BURST INTO A RANT, IT’S JUST- I LOVE THAT WORK SO MUCH OTL

A-aah….and…omg…thank you for thinking that my pseudo is amazing, ahah, aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh!!!!!!!!!!! (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄) Thank you!!!

Also, I get what you mean with checking reblogs in case people put something in the tags. I do that, too, but sometimes I just stop checking because no one ever says a thing and I feel I’m just wasting my time. Which really made me think that the chances YOU checked the tags were so scarce, because a little writer with 20 or 30 tags gets tired sometimes from lack of tag content, and YOU, such a wonderful and skilled artist with 200 or more notes…??? So you probably check more reblogs with no tags, so it was probable you just didn’t check them anymore, which is fine and understandable!!

So it really surprised me that you sent this and let me know that you check them. That speaks so nicely about you…Thank you for taking the time to check the tags, despite knowing that maybe 1 in 15 people will say anything. Thank you, really, for checking them. It makes me so, so, so happy to know that my comments didn’t go to the void, at least now with you…thank you… :’)

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AND THANK YOU SO SO SOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH FOR THINKING THAT I PUT SO MUCH ENERGY AND LOVE IN MY COMMENTS KLAJSD ALKGJ ADLKG JADLKGJ ADLKGAJD GLKA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH

Silly as it may sound, sometimes I do put so much energy into things, and I reblog so many things, that it does tire me out? Which is why, when I first reblogged that artwork of yours, I said that about being exhausted. Sorry if it sounds absurd… OTL

So that you notice that I put energy and love into my comments really makes me so, so, soooooooooooooo happy!!!!! OMg, thank you SO MUCH and immensely for acknowledging that!!!!!!!!! My tags most of the time (or so it feels) go to the void, so that you not only read them, but also acknowledge all the hype I put into them, it really means a lot to me!! ZOMG I DON’T KNOW HOW TO THANK YOU ASLDKFJG LKAJDG AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH ;w;

Thank you so, so, soooooooooo very and so dearly much for everything, dear artist. Thank you for taking the time to read the tags. Thank you even more for having taken up on my request and having dropped by to let me know that you were reading them. It really means a lot that despite how busy you may be and how much of a small blog I am, you still took the effort to write to me as a reply. Thank you for that, so, so immensely.

Thank you for your time and your attention, and thank you for being so immensely, incredibly kind and sweet with me. Besides a super skilled artist, you behaved with me like an incredible person. Thank you so much for being so nice and so friendly, you, wonderful creature… :’)

Thank you as well for sharing your PHENOMENAL art with us!!!! It’s made me so happy and I’m still marveled by it. Thank you!!!

All in all, thank you for everything, dear artist!!!!

I hope you’re having a MOST PHENOMENAL day or night!! Thank you!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

#coonreplies #aestrama #coonrants

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subterrenianofficeworker-blog · 7 years

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this is affordable

Hark back to pre ark marksmanship at your local car dealership saying well only if i can get it cheap and then maybe perhaps we’ll bother to save the sheep, oh poor poor old thing how dare you weep, as if to dismiss the cracks and the bleak, well theres still something at all. Warned in private history to keep yours a mystery cuz thats the only way youll get any of them to listen. But lending an ear i remembered for once i aint got naught to say ahah, well how do me! Princeton talking like principle walking, my government rules the world and are so far above me i dont even know anymore what governmeant. You can class and ask and pretend and make amend and change your stakes in ten but at the end of the night its still just hurtful and uninteresting, but remember to remind me in the middle of forgetfulness so i can hold it in just right to feel bad but on outside onset just stupid and silly. Facts and fools say look at me! And i tell that really brother i cant see at all, for brother im a know it all and you cant laught cuz sister (i see by new school, youre a doctor now, you got nothing to fear and everything scares you you tell the world!) and yes yes everything crosses my mind except for what really is and i like it that way. I know knothing at all! See i told you i know it all. I still wake up with my hand asleep and my lower spine deeply annoyed but you know its simply and simply best put underfooot and forgotten. I never dream of waking up havent you heard? The new word order requisites seventeen by this afternoon and if you dont i mourn you already in fact backstage they keep all signs of sugar clean and clear so no one comes near and no one cares at all and you learn that hah ha ha no one cares afterall but six months later you learn afterall was just a dream or an afternoon and you cant get mad cuz i hate afternoons i hate them so much nothing good can get done in them alone, they practically force humanity on me and humanity is still recovering cuz lets be frank they all find me rather rank and prudish so ill not come out at all you heard my dear she could sing and the boy from under the hill with a father unfortunately and untimely killed he was so happy, well at a young age he knew better than most that he cant speak for anyone else and i was jeaslous cuz all i knewd at that age was basic arithmatic and that im bad a t basic arithmatic and that i dont want to grow older anymore cuz i was afraid of life and working at such a young age geez my momma shoulda known geez it not her fault but im still not sure if i forgive her. Should i get coffee? Im not sure if i want the pressure or if i want the effort i know for a fact sleep is good for me but the only man who ever thought me fashionable whence sleep is gone gone and probably dead somewhere inside your head and youre deaf to all the shouting of other mans voices that youve been and known. God help me. God make me a home. One with love and kindness (or in life very least laughter) all holding sincerity. And none at me for charity. No i do not want a crown what else can you offer me and does it mean anything what else can you show me. Real love is at the heart and i hate all the death i see, all the death of your feelings and crooning, do you still mourn? And if so, done sexlessly i must ask? As i know how you think its rolling. Freud is lost on you. But me too so what can i say? Well really? What on earth. Nobody finds appeal or fancy in a silly boy with no shoes saying his life is better led in dreams in dreaming. Well a week ago he wasnt waiting for you anymore nae he werent waiting for anyone. Sure life was only in his hands, and sure life was alone. Life is alone? I have always been begging and as you know gagging for you to prove me wrong you stupid stoner. Hah. well love, it was changed and pointed and instead of waiting for his guts to be handheld rushing past danger well off the cliff he was jusst waiting for his heart to throw himself off the parking garage because he knew it was always painful he knew too well and through tthe bone he was no fun and neither was life ah ah if only i was him poor boy. Well he got a call from his cuzn down the hall and he sayd well maybe if you aint to embittered by what the past should say you may want to come with all of us and move north. He said yes in an instant, even though it may not even work. He said yes. Well moving on never to forget what it was but really i dont understand as it wwere and as like was the feeling but only what it said. And on blank page it can be read (as we choose to invalidate the unwanted as if it were never writ). Blueberry trees seeping tea in coffee just as a dream to what cloulour if it would fix my hair? A d it in s a old cocoanutt oil jar to really suit my head and jaw please make me cool and please please me was playing in a dream in a doorway but you see the record changed but is still in the collection dont you see what dreams are and dont you see what im looking for, far back of my mind i find that nobody else is looking and i go on i hear, alone in a room boy go on go on go on. But nobody is reading and nobody is hearing. Im only testing im only teasing. Oh you cunt on the hunt why you always croonign and brooding I I I I I II I I I I I I I I yes we know I is a very important person to you well she certainly is to me some rooftop is said but never tread or read, for i am proudly forty six hyears old and illiterate aha take that mom! No dont actually reading back up a little… nobody dares yet so eager to lend me things and im not yet sure the ultirior motives! Ah is it for me to tell the man you love that youre a good person and you like to share? Is it because what you have you really love and you in genuine heart want to share it? (do you know what words 13 and 14 in sentence even mean?) i feel sick to my stomach all the time. You know me. Or at least im told so. Is it because you canttttteeadbjbaajkdadjasjdksekjdsjkdsjdsadassadfmfnsdndasfnewdfwdsdfeeesfftwdffwedsdkfrlfse efsnfsdfksdfnsfdffilewnferkenrfreknfrfenfrfnfsjaenae ewsjrngerjgke.wFJWGBGUGJG NSEFENAWDNLK or a little pity for my poor corpse to be! Do you follow me? I know you dont want to. None of the people reading this are the you in question yes i alone am not you even though you use that word sometimes it means something totally different and i dont mind. Im very sad.

#writing #badly

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moonraccoon-exe · 5 years

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You’re adorable and literally one of my favourite blogs. You’re always so happy and kind and nice and that’s why I always look forward to another post from you. Keep being amazing. You’re incredible 🐙🌙

*CLUTCHES CHEST*

OH MY GAWD, OMG AAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGH MY HEART

*COLLAPSES*

*moonraccoon.exe has stopped working and needs a very long while to be able to reboot pls standby*

OH MY GOD. HOLY MOOGLES ABOVE IN THE CRYSTAL REALM. H-HOW….H-HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO REPLY TO THIS…!??!?! ;_____;

Oh nooooo, dear anon, what have you done!? What are you doing, oh no, my heart is so full that- it’s flooding and it’s…shattering and it’s breaking and…oh no, I’m so weak, my emotions are all over the place and they fill my heart so much that it hurts… (ﾉД`) /3

Oh no, dear anon… :’(

It’s serious. I’m so touched that I really don’t know very well what to say, and I’m sitting here like an emotional little bal of fluff. Hnnhngnhg…my heart is really so full right now, a-aah… ;A;

I…well, thank you, above everything else I have to say. There’s no way I can let you know how much I mean it and how much weight I want to put on it when I say it, just really…thank you. Wholeheartedly. Thank you :’(

*sigh*

Dear anon, what do you expect me to say? Normally I would write a lot of ADSAKLGJA and exploding things, but really this was a little beyond that. Because yes, it filled my heart, but it was so much, I’m in awe and speechless and overwhelmed in a good way and I JUST HNHGFH I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY AND I’M FREAKING OUT AND I *HYPERVENTILATEs* ASKLJDF GKLDAJKL A LKADFJ

*sHRIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEK*

*UNCONTROLLABLY FLAILING AND SPASMING ON THE GROUND*

*C O M B U S T I NG*

*ASCENDS TO THE HEAVENS*

OH NOOOOOOOOOOO, ANON, I’M SO SAD BECAUSE I DON’T KNOW HOW TO THANK YOU ENOUGH, DON’T KNOW WHAT TO SAY, WHAT TO DO, HOW DO I HUG YOU!?!? AKFJAKLGJADKLGJADKLJG :’’(

Really, seriously. Thank you so much for everything you said. :’3

“Adorable”!?!?!?!? ADORABLE!?

IT MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!?!?!?!?!!? (☆▽☆)

KLAJSFKALGJA KLFJAKLDGJAKLFAJGDKLADJG

AHA, AAAAAHHHH!!! (*ﾉ▽ﾉ)

*LOUD SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK*

*the raccoonie proceeds to hysterically giggle like an idiot while rolling around on the floor hiding its face and madly blushing*

DID YOU DO THAT ON PURPOSE!? I’M WEAK TO COMPLIMENTS AND DON’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE THEM AND I JUST BECOME A MESS LAKSJDAKLGJ AKLG AAH

adorbs….~ it meeeeeeeee *squeeeeeeaaaaaaakkk* (/▽＼*)♡♡♡

Thank you so much for saying such a cute thing about me, aklsdjaklgj aaahhhh :’3

And saying I’m one of your favorite blogs, that really, really has no way I can react. NO EACTION KALSJDKALDGJALKDGJADG, that’s like, such a huge and inncredible compliment for me because…I don’t know, I often spam and, or aklsjdaklgj say some silly things, and there’s so many incredible and amazing blogs out there with phenomenal artists and mindblowing authors, and I feel sorta little in comparison (not bad or unimportant, just not THAT popular/skilled/good), so that you say that I’m one of your favorite blogs…?

Wow. Pfft. Mindblow for me and really a reason to leave me feeling so…hnjhgfnhjg, idk, with the heart full and flooding, and so happy, and so surprised?? Hngnhghg, I don’t know, I know I always overreact a little, but that’s me and how I feel. It really means a lot to me that you say that. Really.

I spend all my free time here and put lots of time and energy into it, so I’m happy that people are enjoying…and of course, happier to know it’s someone favorite..AH, MY HEART!!! :’3♡

Thank you, thank you, thank you. I’m happy to know that you like my mess of a virtual home. Thank you for liking it, thank you for saying such nice things about it. I hope it continues to be the cozy and safe place that I’ve always meant for it to be. ♡

A-aaahhh….oh no, I’m a blushing mess right now, and I feel even shier and so praised and loved hgnhnfnhg :’’3 It’s just…thank you as well for saying that I’m always happy, kind, and nice. Those are such cute and positive and very nice compliments, and it’s so sweet of you to say that and I’m…hnhgnhg. So touched, I don’t know what to say OH NO MAXIMUM SHYNESS MODE,A CTIVATE

AKLSJDLKJGAKLJKLGJS LKGJSLKJGAD

*is still rolling on the ground*

A-aah…thank you so…so very much, my friend. Thank you. It really- touches my little raccoonie heart and makes me happy that you think and say so. Those are such cute traitss and it makes me feel touched that you see them in me…hnhgnhg, aaah…. :’3

I’m not always that happy, and I’m sorry if you have stumbled upon a sad or negative post, buddy. I mean, sorry if you don’t like them, that is! I have this…philosophy, that even being sad in my blog is positive, because it talks about trust, you know? Like…when you guys send me a sad ask, or when I share something sad on my side, we’re opening up to each other, and it’s not that we’re negative, we’ve just dropped our happy sides and we need some company and kind hugs to get it back. That’s how I like to see the sad asks or posts here, like something shared between friends that support each other. So yeah…not always happy, but always positive, and hoping that that’s okay with you ♡

Thank you so much for the things you said, really. I’m…flattered and touched. Hnngnhg…I really…don’t know what to say. My face is burning and I’m here in full shyness mode, so don’t mind my awkwardness aksjdakldjgalkdgjadka .////.

AKFJASKLGJSALKSFJASLKGJA SLKFAJSLKAJ LGKAJS FKLAJGALKDJG

OH NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO, YOU SAID I’M AMAZING AND INCREDIBLE AND I DON’T KNOW HOW TO HANDLE ALL MY EMOTIONS AND ALL THESE FEELINGS AND MY EXCITEMENT, KFDHNGNJGFH, I’M BURNING IN FEELING LOVED AND PRAISED, THIS IS LIKE BEING PET ON THE HEAD BUT A MILLION TIMES BETTER AND STRONGER AND I’M COLLAPSES AND COMBUSTING AND PLEASE HELP ME WHY YOU DO THIS TO ME AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH ;___;

Omg, dear anon, dear buddy, my friend, noooooooooooooooooo, I DON’T KNOW HOW TO SAY THANK YOU!!!! ｡･ﾟ･(ﾉД`)*ﾟﾟ･｡

Oh no, see whta I mean with how this ask really fills my heart to the point it shatters? Ahah, aaah, it’s so...wholesome and so beautiful, aklsdjlkdagja, what do you expect me to say? ;___;

*CLINGS TO YOUR HEAD*

THANK YOU. Truly, really...thank you so much. Wholeheartedly and dearly. All you’ve said about me, oh my god, there’s no way I can say thanks enough.

Thank you for taking the time to write to me, in the first place. IT’s easy to think nicely about someone, but it takes effort and time to actually tell them. Thank you so dearly for your effort and time just to let me know all this. It’s wonderful, truly...and it talks of such a good and kind and nice heart in you. To take some time just to tell someone what you think of them and make them feel loved, that’s not something you see daily. I’ve- I’m...amazingly blessed by all stars and sometimes people do it every now and then, I admit. But it’s not everyone, it’s not daily, and still, no matter how much I see it, it doesn’t lose its magic. Indeed, each time it’s only more magical, because I’m blown away that there’s good and beautiful people like you that don’t want more than to tell someone nice things of themselves.

You truly did something immensely sweet and kind and I don’t know how to say thanks properly or enough. Thank you for everything, thank you for this most wonderful ask, my dear friend. I mean it, and I say it from deep within… :’)

I don’t know you, but I just need to read you and see all the effort and intention you put into this and that already talks about someone kind, with a very warm heart, welcoming, and very nice and sweet. So I mean it too when I say, you keep being a phenomenal, fantastic creature. Keep up that good heart and all the sweetness.

You too keep being awesome. You too keep being incredible. ❤

Dear friend, I feel I stay short in words, but I don’t know what else to say. Just thank you. So very sincerely and immensely thank you. Do receive lots of raccoonie hugs, and may the stars give you twice as you’ve given me. (ɔˆ⌣(ˆ⌣ˆc)

By the way, the emojis of the octopus and the moon made me SO HAPPY LIKE ZOMG, I FELT LIKE A CHILD IN CHRISTMAS FULL OF LIGHTS AND HAPPY THINGS AND COLORS EVERYWHERE FOR SOME REASON, THEY’RE JUST- SUCH ADORABLE, ABSURDLY CUTE, HAPPY EMOJIS, I CAN’T KALSJDKLADG JKLDAJGALKFJADLGJ

Look at them. Happy lil octopus and colorful cute moonie. ASKDADGJ, WHY DO THEY MAKE ME THIS ABSURDLY HAPPY!?!?!? ( ´ ▽ ` ).｡ｏ♡

Is that you the octopus and it me the moon? Or are you both? Is that your signature? DO YOU WANT A NAME

Octopus in spanish is pulpo and Pulpy sounds cute, but in english it sounds like pulp aahh :’(

DO YOU WANT A NAME THOUGH?!

You could choose one yourself! Or only keep the adorbs octopus as your signature, that would work too, I just don’t know what to call you ahaha, but that’s okay. Names ain’t as important as presences themselves, and I’m happy and blessed enough with your presence here, buddy. So no worries. I’m just curious on the ADORBS octopus and moonie

ANYWAYS BUDDY

Sorry it took me so many days to reply, and sorry I can’t find a way to say thanks enough!

Lotsa hugs and magical vibes your way. (˙︶˙)

I hope you’re having a MOST FANTASTIC day or night!!! (ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ

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