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shmolish · 1 month

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nice story but can you make dark cacao vs affogato x male affogato's priest reader but in original universe like reader meet affogato again outside kingdom during mission

also add against and injured ( not too much )

AN: So, I kinda forgot a lot of the crk kingdom lore, but I think I got this! Been procrastinating on this one, sorry. In Affogato's wiki, it says that after his banishment, he practiced magic and stuff, so I mentioned that in the story. Um, and I tried to find out where he went after the banishment, but I couldn't find anything so I'm just assuming he's just in a small camp or set. Idk man. If things aren't right in this, please just lmk and I can make some edits or maybe just another story. I SWEAR IM TRYING. Also I'm calling reader the prince since him and Dark Cacao are dating

Dark Cacao vs Affogato x Male! Affogato Priest's Reader

Oneshot

Warnings: Mild Injury, not proof read

-Unpleasant-

A radiant, pure, and glistening snow. It covered the ground, and trees... everything. A beautiful sight to behold, and luckily for you, you were experiencing the light snowfall firsthand!

You were recently sent out on a mission to survey a certain area in the woods. Nothing too difficult. In fact, it was very simple. Survey, collect data, and then return to the kingdom, and with the light snowfall, it should have been that hard.

Well, the snow used to be light. You don't know what caused such a sudden change, but it was now practically a blizzard. If you didn't retreat to somewhere more warm, you were going to freeze to death!

The only problem is... where would you go? Everything was all forest as far as the eyes could see.

"Feeling cold doll? Looks like you could use some help.." said a voice. You couldn't see who it was through all of the snow, but... you couldn't shake the feeling that you knew them.

"Oh, yeah! Is there anywhere we can go get out of the blizzard..?"

You could hear a subtle chuckle.

"Of course there is." A bright light would flash and you were now in a completely different area.

A nice, warm, and cozy cabin. A fireplace was lit in the corner, but.... you could also now see them.

"Affogato Cookie?" You'd shout in bewilderment as you took a step back.

"Yes. Did you miss me~?" He'd take a step closer to you and take hold of your chin, forcing you to look at him.

Immediately, you swatted away his hand and sent him a glare.

"Do not touch me," you would hiss.

"Ahaha, you've still got that vicious personality, I see! But... this is no way to treat the person who has just saved your life, is it?"

He stared at you with those cold and uncaring eyes, still weilding that sly smile he always had all those months ago.

"Fine then. Thank you for saving me," you would say half-heartedly. You were grateful, just a bit on edge since it was Affogato who had saved you.

"So doll, how have you been? Is the king doing well?" He would ask. You only nod your head.

"How... unpleasant."

Affogato would swirl around his staff, and a pain would shoot through your body.

You knew exactly what this was. It was the poison he would use on his enemies... but he's improved.

"Ah, I've missed you're charming little expressions! This is why you've always been my favorite little doll~" He would pinch your cheeks while giving you that taunting smile.

"It hurts, doesn't it? I can make it stop," said Affogato Cookie.

"Then stop it," you would say with a glare.

"Of course! Under one condition though. You have to bring me to meet Dark Cacao Cookie. This is something you can do... yes?"

Oh. He was planning something for sure, but... all you could think about was the venom running through your blood.

"Fine! Just cut it out already."

He'd flick his staff once more, and the pain would lessen. Of course, poison cannot be cured so easily.

"The burning sensation will only last for a little while. Anyway, I'm glad we could come to an agreement! Now then, shall we head there now?"

That scowl never left your face, but you would nod your head all the same. It's not like you could take Affogato in a fight anyway.

《☆》

As Affogato and you walked into the gates of the kingdom, some guards would immediately ready their weapons.

"Prince, what is that traitor doing with you?!" They would ask in a panic.

You took a look at Affogato, who had never looked so calm and collected before.

"Stand down. I'm bringing him to the king," You'd order. Afgogato would chuckle before giving a viscious side eye towards the guards.

They looked shocked, but ultimately followed your lead since going against you was like going against the king himself.

"Yes sir." They said with a bow.

You started walking towards the castle, getting scared looks from the normal citizens.

The dizziness from before has also yet to fade.

"This kingdom looks the same as last time.. though, you are looking as darling as ever," Affogato would say with a grin.

"I don't want to hear it from you."

Affogato only hums, not bothering to push much farther.

It did not take long before you had reached the king's chambers.

Dark Cacao noticed Affogago instantly.

"What is he doing here?" Dark Cacao would ask with a booming voice. His blade was already at the ready.

"Ah ah ah, I wouldn't be so hasty to attack. You're little lover here might get hurt,"

Affogato would snicker before waving his staff, and that dark bubble would come back to consume you.

"You-" Dark Cacao would grit his teeth while glaring daggers into Affogato.

"Hand over the kingdom, and I'll stop the curse on him."

Dark Cacao's eyes darkened, and in an instant, he'd dash over to Affogato and strike him.

The blade would barely graze Affogato's shoulder, but it still drew blood. In a panic, Affogato would fall to the ground and start backing away.

"Ah, this isn't how the plan was supposed to turn out-"

Dark Cacao pointed the Swords edge at his neck.

"Stop the spell and leave. Next time you come here, I won't hesitate to take your life," said Dark Cacao.

He laughed nervously before swiftly undoing the curse. He flicked the staff once more again and teleported to who knows where.

Dark Cacao rushed to your side quickly.

"Are you alright?" He'd ask, holding you up.

"Yeah..." you began to cough a bit before looking at him with weary eyes.

"Here, let's get you some rest..."

《☆》 Fin

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bbyquokka · 1 year

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2:25 pm (hjs)

genre: timestamp, smut — MDNI!

warnings: gn! reader, perv jisung, dom reader, panty kink, panty stealing, panty fucking, masturbation (m), voyeurism, cum eating, semi proof read

words: 1.3k ~ (1313)

a/n: i had some (emphasis on the word some) motivation to write. im working on something bigger but i just wanted to post a lil something in the meantime + perv & needy jisung is rotting my brain

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

he doesn't know why he is like this, he just is. he cannot explain it. he hates how he is like this towards you, his mind consumed with nothing but thoughts of you.

dirty, sinful thoughts. thoughts that he cannot express out loud. thoughts that would get him in trouble.

he used to be calm. the beginning of the relationship was smooth sailing for him. he was obsessed with you but nothing like how he is now. jisung is addicted to you. your scent, smell and taste drive his senses into overdrive.

the more he takes, the more he tastes, the more he wants. jisung soon found that touching and tasting you wasn't enough anymore. he needs something much, much more.

he soon found himself giving into his intrusive thoughts. he'd sneak into your bedroom, rummage around in your underwear drawer until he found the cutest, innocent looking panties you own. he'd stuff them in his pocket to sneak off and hide them in his secret location to use for later.

he just wanted a peak, that's all. you left the bathroom door slightly open, enough for him to see. his cock twitching inside his sweatpants as his eyes fall upon your naked body, the water and soap trickling down your curves.

once he started, he couldn't stop. his hand palming his erection before fishing it out of his clothing. his fist wrapped around his leaking cock, pumping himself at speed. it's so dirty, so wrong of him but he cannot help it. he cannot tear his eyes away from you, his eyes scanning your body, fixated on your curves.

the more he looks, the more desperate he feels. his hips bucking in his hand, fucking himself into oblivion. the burning knot tightening in the pit of his stomach, pre cum seeping from his slit. he has to bite his bottom lip to stop an onslaught of moans and desperate whimpers.

“shit…” he whispers to himself, head hanging low. his muscles tense, body shivering as his orgasm hits him. he desperately wraps his free hand around his tip, catching his cum to reduce the mess. the palm of his hand becomes coated in his hot, sticky mess.

jisung's body shaking, muscles tensing with each release. his bottom lip bleeding a little due to him biting down too hard to lessen the sounds of him being loud. he lazily thrusts in his fist, riding out his high to help himself calm down.

his heart stops. he looks up, the sound of the shower being turned off. he watches you step out, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your body. water droplets fall down your soft skin, jisung watching them travel before disappearing.

you look in the direction of the door, smirking slightly. jisung's heart drops, your eyes meeting halfway. you raise your brow slowly before looking away, carrying on your task of doing your skin care.

you know.

you've known for some time. it's hard not to when your underwear suddenly starts disappearing. you didn't think it could be your boyfriend who was the culprit however, you had your suspicions. catching him watching you shower just provided your suspicion to be correct.

you just wanted that little bit more; and you did, days after.

you had to run some errands, be an adult for the day. when you returned home, however, you weren't expecting the apartment to be so silent. normally you'd see jisung playing games or watching his series, however, the apartment is eerily silent.

“sungie?!” you call out, placing your shopping bags down. your ears perk up as you hear a faint call of your name. you walk to the office, where the sound came from, to find your lover slouched in the office chair, sweats and boxer shorts pooled at his feet, t-shirt up to his chest.

his eyes are closed, soft pants and whimpers in the form of your name leaving his lips. His hair dishevelled and stuck to his forehead due to his sweat.

He's too consumed in his own pleasure. Your pretty, pink panties wrapped around his hard cock, hips bucking upwards as he fucks and soils the soft fabric. You watch him use the pad of his thumb to rub his tip, smearing his pre cum and body shivering at the oversensitivity.

“m-more.. y/n, more.” he pants, back arching slightly. his movements become desperate, fast and uncoordinated. his cock twitching, pre cum soiling the fabric. you bite your lip softly as you watch jisung do something so sinful and lewd. you didn't expect yourself to like it this much, however seeing him lose all his composure just from your panties, makes you feel giddy.

“gonna c-cum.” he grunts. you watch as his body tenses and shakes, cum shooting out onto his stomach. his cock twitches with each release, hips and hand failing to slow down. hot tears of frustration fall down his cheeks, his body shaking with oversensitivity.

his mind is hazy, clouded with thoughts of you and only you. your panties are well used at this point, his cock failing to go flaccid, keeping its proud stance.

“why..” jisung whimpers. his body on autopilot, struggling to calm down. his adrenaline and hormones elevated, desperation evident by the way his brows pinch together and the way he lets out desperate whines.

you decided you've seen enough. watching your boyfriend fuck himself into your panties is one thing, but seeing him struggle is another.

you walk inside, Jisung's breath hitching in his throat. he wants to stop, but he can't. he's been caught in the act, now he's scared, worried that you're going to be angry and disappointed in him.

he didn't mean for it to go this far, but he cannot control himself when it comes to you. as he opens his mouth to speak, to explain his current situation, he's left speechless by your shocking actions.

he watches you silently kneels between his legs, scoop up his cum from his stomach before licking your finger clean. jisung's eyes widen, watching the way you lick your lips and listening to you hum softly.

“y-y/n…” he starts only to be hushed by you.

“how long?” you ask, removing his hand and your panties to wrap your own hand around his aching, rock hard cock. he swallows, contemplating on whether to be truthful or not.

“a few weeks…” he lies. you scoff, rolling your eyes. you rub his sensitive cock head with the pad of your thumb, jisung crying out in pleasure. he shakily reaches out, grabbing your wrist.

“i'll ask again. how long? and don't think about lying to me sungie because I know everything.”

the colour from his cheeks drain.

“months. I've been like this for months! I'm so sorry.”

“sorry?” you cock your head to the side as you stroke his length painfully slow. “what do you have to be sorry for?”

“i– you said you know everything.. you know about me stealing your panties, me peaking on you when you shower. that day…”

“that day I caught you fisting your cock like some desperate slut as you watched me shower?” you question, giggling as Jisung whimpers and twitches in your hand. “i had my suspicions sungie, have done for a while. catching you watching me shower confirmed it all.”

“why didn't you say something?”

“because I wanted that little bit more, y'know.” you press your tongue flat against his cock, collecting his mess onto your tongue.

“im sorry…” jisung whimpers. “it's so shameful of me and I never meant for it to cause harm..”

“but you haven't sungie.” jisung watches you stand up, his brows furrowed together in confusion. you chuckle softly, taking his hand and shoving it down your underwear. his eyes widen, swollen lip caught between his teeth as he realizes.

“i love it just as much as you do, sungie.”

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leggerefiore · 1 year

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Okay but WHAT IF…

IM! Emmet pranked Ingo and inserted the yandere pack-

But the safe word wasn’t ‘Joltik’ like it was with Emmet, but instead it’s anything along the lines of ‘sweetie’ or ‘hubby’ or something just as cheesy-

love it love it

cw: light yandere, iron Moth twins

You woke up to the smell of food wafting throughout your apartment. At first, you just laid for a moment before opening your eyes and letting out a yawn. The sun was already high in the sky, causing confusion in you. You gazed turned to your phone on the bedside table, but found it missing. Getting up, you looked around your room carefully. Where had you put it? You could have sworn you had plugged it in last night before you went to sleep, yet it was nowhere to be found in the room.

Assuming you just left it somewhere else, you opened the door of your bedroom. The scent of delicious food became more prominent as you entered the hall to go into the living room. Lights were clearly on in the kitchen, and you saw the shadow of a certain android mothman in there. You wondered if he knew where it went. Peering inside, you found Ingo wearing a frilly apron and making pancakes with trained ease.

“Ingo,” you spoke softly, but his head still immediately turned to look at you, “Have you seen my phone?” His LED eyes blinked a few times as he was trying to recall.

“No, dearest, I don't believe I have,” Ingo replied smoothly as he placed the last of the breakfast items, “How about we search after eating? I doubt it would do you good to go on without food.” You agreed and sat at the table. It was slightly odd he decided not to hand you the fork and knife, but you caught when he began to cut the fluffy cakes himself and held the fork out for you. He wanted to feed you. How cute! You eagerly bit on, surprised by his forwardness. After that, he began to do the dishes, so you figured it would not hurt to start searching again. You went through the living room carefully, noticing your gaming system had, too, mysteriously vanished.

You sighed, recalling how Ingo had once acted as if you were cheating on him with the system before growing bright red and apologising. Maybe he had it them away in the spare bedroom? You shot a glance at the kitchen, but still heard the water running. The thought of Ingo having a jealous side was admittedly kind of cute. The Iron Moth hybrid was often stiff and reserved, but did open up when questioned. You giggled. There was definitely a conversation to be had after you reclaimed your devices.

Walking back down the hall, you tried to spare bedroom door. Only to find it locked. You felt frustrated now. You quickly rushed to get a hard plastic card from your room. Likewise, you returned and tried to force open the locking mechanism, you found yourself stopped. Ingo grasped your wrist and gazed at you with unsettling eyes. Paired with his eternally frowning face, you felt nervous. What had happened to him? He was acting so uncharacteristically.

“Ingo,” you said firmly, “I understand you can get jealous, but I need my phone for multiple reasons.” His eyes grew more and more distressed. The hand on your wrist tightened and then lessened as he suddenly pulled you into a hug. His wing pieces were close to his body, a subtle sign of distress.

“I-I just want you all to myself,” the hybrid cried, “I don't know why! I want to stop, but I can't…”

You embraced him back and rubbed his back. “Ingo, sweetheart, what's wrong?” you cooed, moving away to cup his face. Before you could, however, his body went limp and his lights flickered out. You felt horrified by this before you recalled a similar reaction that had happened previously. A verbal override of an installed pack… His head hung low for a moment. You took a step back as his wings spread out, and his lights flickered on. The LED eyes that stared at you afterward held pure frustration.

“… I apologise utterly and completely, dearest,” he said immediately, reaching forward to cup your face himself, “Somehow, a yandere pack ended up applied in my personality executable… I feel as if I know how.” That made everything make sense. Poor Ingo, you could see his distress. He was completely opposed to using such a pack, even at your request.

“How?” you asked, genuinely wondering what had caused this situation. A quiet laugh from the other end of the hall answered your question, though. Emmet stood there holding a futuristic device.

“Emmet,” Ingo's voice boomed and held a terrifying feeling, “I will kill you.”

“Try me,” Emmet teased him, “… Darling, sorry!” He waved at you and ran away as the older twin charged at him. You shook your head. Those two, you swore.

#ingo x reader #ingo/reader #pokemon ingo x reader #yandere pokemon x reader #yandere #yanstuff

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kenjo-arts · 2 years

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Hey I wanted to ask on how you deal with extrem motivation loss, especially for art. Sadly I am so bad at finishing anything and I mostly have just random sketches and scribbles :/

Mostly i either power through or i say "done" on my scribbles and make a new one. And then keep making scribbles and sketches untill i find something im happy with (that's usually way diffrent from what I set out to draw [but I also have aphantasia so I never truly have something specific i set out to draw so like im used to it] ) For basically every more polished drawing you see here on my Tumblr Ive got maybe 1-3 sketches and 2 erased scribbles i never did anything with. Sometimes i just colour a sketch im only mildly unhappy/happy with and post it like my recent c!Bedrock bros art.

The thing is you don't have to be dishearted about only making sketches if you keep doing it because then you get better and youll be able to make sketches youre more and more proud of. (art is also sometimes also about habbit-> the biggest advices Ive always gotten is to keep drawing everyday (even if it's just boxes or idk hair) that itll help you improve even if the motivation isn't there or youre in an artblock)

Currently im feeling alot of motivation loss myself, which is why Ive not posted as much as I usually do. Which is why I've resolved myself to just keep drawing things im unhappy with untill i get over it <- i brute force it a bit... 😓 Or in worst case ill look at old sketches and just finish something im not that happy about to just get drawing back into my hand.

Worst case you can do like i did in the past (which i still SHOULD DO because Ive been struggeling too sometimes) and draw legs in diffrent poses. Just legs. Legs. Legs. This sounds strange but the likelyhood of you starting your drawings with the head is high so you might actually find it easier to draw more starting from somewhere else on the body. (comon advice is the hips bc that's where everything else goes out from in both directions)

Sometimes it also helps using a diffrent medium or brush. The reason my art shifts sometimes is because sometimes I find a brush i find it easy to draw losely and creatively with <- it's a strange psykological trick like writers writing in casual or funky fonts because it's not as "formal" which lessens pressure.

Because pressure is the killer of motivation in my personal experience, not pressure in deadlines, but in perfroming to perfection. It's also why i draw for myself mostly and kick myself mentally in the face when I get to caught up in drawing things that will do good on Tumblr or twitter instead of what give me brainrot.

Visual of my brain when it's going really well, regardless of how good the drawings are->

I hope any of this made any sense, i feel I rambled a bit all over the place so feel free to ask any questions. I don't have any profisional artist advice because Ive never had any art education outside a few videos on yt, so this is whatever i could think of right now.

ALSO REMEMBER TO USE REFRENCE OH GOD IM SO BAD AT THIS BUT YOU!!! YOU REMEMBER IT!! BE BETTER THAN ME!!! USE REFRENCE FOR POSES!!! FOR TEXTURE!!! FOR HAIR!!! FOR FACESS!!! FOR EVEYTHING IT ONLY IMPROVES YOUR ART!!!! AND ITS NOT CHEATING!!!

#Ask

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sesmantelar · 9 days

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where has the time gone? why have I not been journaling and pouring my emotions here? lately, I have been doing a lot of shadow work so I can stop being in denial and get to the root of all the issues I face. I ensure that I do it in my physical diary because someone somewhere or some website had mentioned how it encourages a deeper connection with the mind and body as opposed to just digital. I still want to update here regularly though. life has been whatever lately. i'm looking to get a stable/consistent job in my city so I can relax and stop doing these crazy long drives. I work here again tonight, which I am not looking forward to, but I'm allowing myself a nice easy and restful day to set me up for success later tonight. I really want to cancel the 4 hour shift tomorrow. I have zero desire to ever come back to this place if I had a say. and to be honest, outside of these final few shifts, I do not believe i'm going to be picking up here again unless I end up in extraneous circumstances again. it's time to put myself first even more, and than means maximizing ice, exercise, and me time aka working closer to home. this coming weekend, I have my first harp recital! my harp instructor is telling me to engage in positive self talk to get through this because I do not feel ready. but im going to do it. it's at a nursing home ironically, so hopefully this may lessen the sour taste I have and give me a positive outlook. im going to go for it, and if I mess up, at least I tried. I need to find an appropriate Dres for this event however. I'm planning on testing bronze and maybe canasta tango this week on the ice. I'[m also hopping back into my OMAD. the last two weeks had two dates. I went on a beach camping trip, and then I met up with the cute coworker I used to work with at that old hospital. both dates went well, and I am proud of myself for not allowing myself to get super attached to knowing the outcome of this situation. I give up trying to know everything and give it all to the universe. I no longer have control. however, I have a gut feeling something is going to come of the situation with the coworker. im trying to think of any new crazy updates but I don't think anything super monumental has happened lately. however, I do know that I have been in a bit of a slump again. my period came twice in a month, after bumping my protein intake up to around 170g. I'm at a point in my fitness journal where every. single. day. makes an aesthetic difference. some days, you can see my 11 line abs - other days I look soft and like a teddy again. I obviously ate out at the beach, and this new guy took me to a Mexican restaurant for dinner. and I have been having some wine lately. Im not forcing myself to not have it because I enjoy it, but it must fit into my macros for it to be a weekly thing. so I need to stage another mini intervention. it now seems that every single week is an intervention for me. number one I keep skating. my weekly lessons serve as a stark reminder about my progress or lack thereof during the week. number two I MUST START STAYING HYDRATED. I need to stop "leaving" It for work because it never happens and I know do not know the last time I drank enough water number three STRICT STRICT STRICT 170g protein 50 net carbs, calories below 1400, 22 hour fasting outside of dating! stay ready so you don't have to get ready number four attend the CODA meeting on Monday night in person! number five sign up for shifts this week and start catching your finances up number six MUST READ EVERY SINGLE DAY. FIRST THING I DO UPON WAKING UP. number seven get your manicure on Monday. for some reason, when every little thing about me is together, I feel much more together in the larger aspects of my life

stay ready so you don't have to get ready.

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fairy-strawberry · 2 years

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life in montreal

I have lived in montreal for a year now. I have grown tremendously in this time. It feels hard to proccess at time everything ive been through. I have experienced a lot of ups and downs. I have been exposed to so many things I had dreamed of as a teenager, good and bad. I still feel imposter syndrom of calling myself an adult, an artist. I feel a bit isolated, like im not quite in touch with all of the refrences folks my age make but on the other end not in old enough to understand the refrences my older friends make. i know and have met so many people but I struggle to call most of them my friends. I have a few really close friends and have lost a few due to fsiled romance too. For the most part I feel happy and excited for my life but i have also been experiencing a lot of depression and anxiety, in different ways to what i have experienced in the past. my eting disorder is stil almost a daily struggle for me, however i finally have gotten help from my therapist, not that that has actually improved my mental wellbeing :-( Unfortunately my weight has fluctuated a lot through out this year. Overall I have gained around 15 pounds. It does make me feel a bit insecure. I struggle with comparison a lot. i am a very tall woman and I feel as though I take up too much space. being thin helped me feel small, but now I think I take up even more space. I have a strong desire to feel held and protected my men but me being taller than most of them causes a lot of anxiety and feelings of loneliness. I worry i wont be attractive. I hate that I have these feelings. Its so shallow, why do i base my confidence off of mens approval? The thing is i am also attracted to women or fem bodies, but I am finding it hard to explore my sexuality at the moment due to this need of approval and wanting to feel small with men. I feel a bit out of controll in my life. I worry that I am not smart or that I am not well read enough. am i boring? I think my eating disorder has taken away so much of the time I could have spent expanding my mind and consuming interesting content. My depression has left me feeling unmotivated to learn, to create. I live in such a wonderful city yet I feel out of place, un grounded. I come from a much more nature base city, closer to the ocean, mountains, forest, it was easy to escape the fast pace city life style, but here the city lifestyle feels all consuming. in many ways I am living my dream. i think i would ake my younger self proud, but I cant help but feel lost. I feel overwhelmed by all that I need to do or could be doing. I have not been organising my life at all. Over all this past year has been quite lovely, met interesting people, many of my values have changed for what I would believe to be the better, i feel a lot more confident in my being and in genral am proud of my self for taking on this challenge. A big thing in my life in the past has been goal setting. I think setting goals has been a really useful technique for me to feel motivated, on track, and in control. I have been neglecting taking care of myself alot lately. I think in someways I have this idea that taking care of yourself is un cool or selfish or what have you. My visual aesthetics line up with an unkempt, untaken care of lifestyle, but emotinally it is draining. l would like to take better care of myself, put a bit more effort in learning, growing, and caring. I think this effort would be so valuable in improvinbg my mental health, in increasing my confidence and lessening my anxiety. So some goal which I wish to get to are:

keeping organised

eat healthier

gental workouts

practice selflove

daily journal poems

get into nature

-> daily routine for organisation, self love and mental health

wake up early

write out todo list

20 min yoga

get ready for day

work or fun

clean up

create

shower

fun

journal

get in nature

sleep early

-> weekly todos

get healthy groceries

properly clean

laundry- clothes and sheets

weekly schedualing

run

do a bit of decluttering

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mejomonster · 2 years

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WOOH so mild success. I found on the dysautonomia site an exercise regiment for POTS. It's very detailed and step by step but the gist of it is like:

1. Strength train with gym or body weight strength training exercises (it lists the body weight exercises so I copied them) 3 sets of 8-10 reps of each exercise.

2. Do HIIT cardio (start with reclining exercises so your posture isn't upright causing strain like rowing, reclined bike, swimming with water board. Then move on to Maybe upright bike as you can tolerate the position, eventually move onto elliptical or jogging or any upright position exercise you can do in HIIT format). The program starts with 10-15 minutes warm up (so 0-2 exertion and not a much higher heart rate than usual, then 3 minutes trying to hit heart rate of 125-145 with a feeling of slight exertion 2-4ish, then 2 minutes slower pace to drop heart rate again, then 3 minutes trying to exert a bit more, then 10-15 minutes cool down). As the weeks progress you go up from 3 minutes trying to hit slight exertion heart rate to 6 minutes in 2-3 sets, 8 minutes in 2-3 sets, 10 minutes in 2-3 sets still with the slower exercise time in between, until you're up to about 30ish minutes HIIT where you switch between moderate exertion to raise heart rate and low exertion to lower it for a break for a few minutes (which is how HIIT works), with warm up/cool down 10-15 before and after where you move but not aiming for exertion.

I started with the strength training since it's the same for all weeks (but you can do less reps/sets the first few weeks as you build up your ability), and then did the beginner week HIIT but I did it on an upright exercise bike cause I have no reclined bike (so I'm im wayyy more fucking fatigued cayse I didn't start the better way yr supposed to then I guess I'll find out soon... in which case I'll need to find a reclined exercise I can do that is HIIT and targets legs/core). The strength training was hard as hell cause I have lost sooooo much strength I only did 80% of it. The HIIT was doable and I did all of it.

It made me feel normal post exercise tired after but no major fatigue yet (though the program warns additional fatigue may happen month 1-2 but lessened pots symptoms including lessened fatigue should start by month 3 if the exercise is helping).

I am HAPPY to report tho, that my heart rate is down in the 80s!!!!! I'm wearing compression stockings and do daily and usually my heart rate is 90-115 with them on, usually 100-110. Now, an hour after the exercise, my heart rate is 80-100, mostly hanging around 85-90. This is the best it's been standing in a While. And I didn't take salt today so it's just the exercise effect (the compression stockings already take me from like 140 waking up to 100-115, so the exercise further dropped it to 80-100). That is a good sign to see! So that means maybe this program would help long term. If my body can tolerate doing it (which was doable today on a low fatigue day but idk about on a worse day).

#rant #my health issues #a little success!#i havent alsp been ABLE to do real exercise in a while so it felt good to not collapse #i love dancing and have been too exhausted/fatigued to stand long enough to dance much #but if i can do this until im at that syage where u can do an elliptical?#then maybe thatll mean i can just switch to hiit dance and in general HAVE the fucking stamina to dance again #i love dancing i miss it so bad #and the stamina for walks.... i miss walks but i canr fucking stand long

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asmossimp · 2 years

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Hi, saw you had requests open. I was wondering if you could do something with Diavolo, sfw or nsfw you can pick whichever you prefer. Female or gender neutral reader. Have a nice day!

Our young master has grown up..

ahh finally done thank you For this anon I couldn't stop being embarrassed at this but anyway enjoy (///Σ///)

pronouns : i did a fem body reader but i kept the they/them if i make a mistake please tell me 😅

warnings : no spell check , smut , breeding kink Ehm dom diavolo diavolo being a simp , fLuff too!

please dont interact if your not mature enough (╯︵╰,)

Diavolo sfw

we all canon that diavolo has been raised by barbatos and we know that he is a a strict butler 🙅 poor Diavolo he didnt have enough times for relationships as most teen- EHEM- century old children did so he was pretty inexperienced in that area of expertise

BUT that didn't mean he was great at formal relations or friend ships with lucifer!- or so- that was until you came you were perfect for the exchange program

you were nice- and you even helped him out with barbatos no wonder you were the master of the 7 brothers but you wouldn't mind another one- hm no he didn't say anything barbatos-

but he slowly started to find himself falling inlove with you truly your smile your laugh even the way you wrote was mesmerizing to this man but he was a prince and couldn't get married since the rule of no demons marrying humans...

oh there was a rule like that?-

well now there isnt huh how strange.

truly strange

but you know the way he asked you out to be his(not marrying ) is truly an unforgettable day you were at the ball and he took a bouquet of roses (cake ones if your allergic if your allergic to that faux dont ruin the moment 😠) when you said yes he swear he had never felt such pressure taken off his back haha many tears were shed from barbatos proud father

As his s/o expect gifts from him daily . made him something gift - came over , gift , got a 30 on a test? gift

like seriously if your not burdened by the gifts you must be greedy jk- i mean-

if you tell him your burdened by it he will try to lessen it to 12 per day- no? too much ok 5-

what 0?!

you must be kidding mc-

well truly that was one hell of a fight ( pun intended ) i might make a fic of this fight

as king he will spoil you even if he cant be next to you in the moment he will always try to make time for you this sweet bby-

he even plans on marrying you one day he swears- just let him plan a 7 day engagment party first-

i mean those wedding dresses/ suit looked to good on you mc what did you expect?!!

Diavolo Nsfw

this man is huge we all canon this please i know atleast 30 writers said this but seriously do you not see this man??!!

he will leave you not walking straight for a week if he takes a less gentle approach- a gentle aproach would be a 3 day period of not walking straight-

i know a lot of writers canon him dom but- this cute bby is dom if you challenge him .

he'd be so gentle with you since- your so fragile hes seen you firsthand like - he can pick you up with one hand- and i mean diavolos big- really big-and your small real small-

like this poor boy is nervous since its probably his first time with a human i mean what if he hurts you??

but after doing it a few times with you he gets real comfortable a bit more dirty talk coming from him ...

like he'd be having you sit on his lap while he'd slowly whisper how tight you are sitting on him

honestly we all know he has stamina that we would all kill to have during p.e class.. but you know for sure that he has a breeding kink like the though of having a family and children that look like you and you stomach filled with his seed -

it drives his mind to dark places that you would be fucked if you found out what happens in those places. literally.

omg done- ak- 4 more to go c : alrighty i hope you enjoyed this im sorry its my first time writing nsfw haha- 😅 anyway requests are always open 👁

#obey me #obey me x mc #obey me shall we date #obey me one master to rule them all #obey me headcanons #obey me diavolo #obey me diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo headcanons #obey me diavolo x reader #obey me smut #obey me fluff #obey me f!mc #f!mc #diavolo smut

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threepointseven · 2 years

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hello i looked into the mirror today and saw that i till have a tanline from the sunburn i got in September 2020 😔

and can i order scaracmouhhie with a vampire s/o 👼🏻

- 👩‍🦲

Scaramouche & kazuha with a vampire s/o

Type-, HC’s 🌷

Flowers included!🌼= scaramouche x gn! Reader, kazuha x gn! Reader

🥀flower toxins!🥀- a bit suggestive if you squint, torture, blood, gouging out eyeballs, violence

Note🍀= AHHH HI 👩‍🦲 ANONN HAPPY NEW YEAR BTWWW I ADDED KAZUHA BECAUSE WHY NOT 😈😈 ALSO SAME?? I LITERALLY HAVE A TANLINE FROM A HELLO KITTY SWIMSUIT FROM WHEN I WAS 8

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💐Your bouquet has been delivered <3💐

Scaramouche

- he never knew you were a vampire at first, you never showed signs nor told him about it as you were ashamed of it. You would tell him eventually, you just kept lying to yourself.

- As your thirst for blood became more of a hassle to deal with you decided to sit him down and explain to him you were a vampire, it was extremely awkward. He sat there looking surprised which isnt common, and shyly accepted the fact youd be biting on his neck for blood every now and then

- The first time you bit him he stayed still, frozen. He didnt know what to feel when he felt the pain of your fangs and kept quiet as he could feel his blood lessening by the second.

- He eventually got used to it and got extremely smug about it whenever you insist on biting him, a smug is always painting his annoying little expression as he pokes on you for being so drunk on it

- In general he finds it fascinating, vampires are rare in tevyat and he was curious about life as a vampire. He begrudgingly asks you what being a vampire is like every time he wipes off the stray blood on his shoulder, acting annoyed (he just finds it really interesting-)

- After finding out vampires are 99% of the time hunted down, he became extra cautious, hiring fatui body guards to ensure your safety. If anyone even thinks about hunting you down simply cause your a vampire he’ll murder them and their bloodline.

- If the fatui body guards cant keep you safe god knows what he’ll do..

“S-sir they barely got h-hurt this is an overreact-“

The harbingers free hand pulls on the mans hair, pulling out strand by strand at the forceful pull.

“Barely? You think my lover almost being kidnapped is barely? Get ready your last words for your family you insolent fuck. Im not letting you die that easily.”

A knife coated with electro strikes at the mans eyes, gouging out every inch till the man could be heard all the way in sumeru.

“Tartaglia’s underlings, what infutile pigs. Stop screaming wont you? And eye for an eye after all…”

Kazuha

- kazuha never even knew vampires existed till one night he woke up to your panicking figure, shaking and biting your nails in the restroom.

“Dear..? Are you alright..?”

“Kazuha—?”

- it took one touch from him for you to apologize under your breathe before biting into his neck and letting your sharp teeth get the blood its needed for too long. You apologized profusely after, already predicting the words “we’re breaking up”, but nope.

- He actually didnt really mind! He was actually more worried than scared. Asked if you were hurt or were too thirsty.

- He’s always there to offer his blood, anytime you seem remotely thirsty hes immediately pulling your mouth onto his shoulder. Hes so supportive and worried about you and your urge for blood its disturbing yet adorable.

- Always makes sure the sun isnt touching you, he has so many umbrellas so that you dont turn into pure dust— youve also always been ashamed of being a vampire, your hated and dangerous, the feeling of regrets sinks in immediately after tasting kazuhas blood, he takes note of it all the time and peppers you with kisses ignoring the lingering pain and reassuring you that be doesnt mind it.

- He always asks questions about what vampires need to be cautious about, how theyre blood drinking works, stuff like that. He’s only ever heard of vampires from inazuman horror legends so he asked every question in the book really

- he starts writing haiku’s about vampires. Yes. It sounds cheesy but the moment he found out you were a vampire a pile of haiku’s describing vampires and you appeared on the dinner table

- he (subtly) brags about you to the crux all the time!! Telling them about how vampires are rare and your one, he’s always chatting about your kind, its like he knows more about them than you

- Hes not great at being possessive since it clashes with his morals abut if anyone tries to kill you he’ll kill them first

- I mean yeah hes sweet and all that but hes a samurai and he’ll beat up everyone who tries to hurt the one person that hasnt left him yet and doesnt plan to!

“Im sorry, kazuha..” “hm? For what?”

You wipe the stray blood off the edge of your mouth as your eyes brim with tears. “E-eh..? Dear why are you—?”

“ ‘m sorry kazu, im sorry i hurt you so much with my blood fixation and everything..-“ your boyfriends eyes widened and he slowly cupped your cheek and looked at your crying iris’s

“You know it doesn’t matter right..? That your a vampire, plus it doesnt hurt me at all. Dont let those foolish little thoughts my love.” The kiss planted on your forehead by the white haired samurai lets your tears dry as you lean into him, nuzzling into his neck while he pats your backs.

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #genshin imagines #genshin kazuha x reader #kazuha x you #kazuha x gender neutral reader #kazuha x y/n #kazuha x reader #kazuha x male reader #genshin scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you #scaramouche x reader #genshin x reader #genshin x gender neutral reader #genshin x male reader

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miam0re · 2 years

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First Kiss | Zhongli

Warning: kissies kissies (SFW)

Pairing: Zhongli X Fem!Reader

Mia's Notes: This is my entry for @xiaosmoon 's Valentine's Writing Collab ! (I am unable to see her profile and tag her so um oops idk whats wrong) I am so glad I got to participate in it. Honestly, Im going through a bit of a burnout right now so this wouldn't be one of my best works, but I put a lot of love into the story hehe. Happy reading loves

WC: 0.9k

You first Valentines day together, he decided to take you for a walk around Nantianmen. The blue branches of the giant tree glowed with an ethereal shine, amber crystalflies dancing around in the pleasant night sky.

As you sat by the water banks, toes dipped in the clear puddles, Zhongli told you another one of his tales recalling Liyuan history. It did take quite some convincing to get him to sit beside you and enjoy a silly act such as splashing water with your feet, but he caved instantly when you pouted and looked at his with your sweet eyes.

“Did you know that the Dragon-Queller Tree’s most prominent branch points towards Liyue harbour. A possible reason for this is that Azhdaha had a great desire to learn more about the humans living there, but alas circumstances prevented him from indulging in his curiosities.

“That is quite interesting, Zhongli.” You smiled, playing with his gloved fingers, twisting around the various rings he wore. A comfortable silence fell over you as you looked up, taking in the beauty of the sight in front of you. “It really is fascinating how the world looks at night.”

Zhongli looked at the glowing veins of the tree and nodded in agreement, but when his eyes landed on you, he felt as if he couldn’t tear his gaze away from the real beauty in front of him.

There you sat beside him, eyes wide in admiration and a charming smile playing on your lips. Your fingers squeezed his subconsciously as a flutter of crystalflies glided by, specks of gold floating in their wake. The gold descended from the sky until they disappeared right in front of your eyes, making you giggle.

“You’re right. It is fascinating.” For not a second did his eyes leave you. Aware of the eyes on you, you turned your face to catch Zhongli’s gaze, a soft blush dusting his cheeks and being discovered like that. But even then, his eyes now found a whole new world in yours, shades of blue from the tree dancing in your eyes.

You giggled nervously, darting your eyes away in shyness, but Zhongli wasn’t going to have any of that. His hands reached up to cup your cheek, tilting your face to the perfect angle for him to see all of your beauty. Your skin with your so called flaws that only made you more beautiful in his eyes, your slightly parted lips, no longer matte as you darted your tongue out to lick the dryness, and your eyes that were just luring him in further and further.

“Y/N…” He called on your name, eyes lidding shut as he twisted his body to lean in more comfortably, your shaky breath ghosting over his cheeks. “Zhongli…” You spoke his mortal name, a mere whisper only to be heard by him. The gap between your face lessened.

“May I?” He didn’t have to complete his question. What he asked of you right then was quite obvious as his nose bumped against yours, hair tickling your forehead. You nodded into his palms, your own hands finding his broad shoulders.

He took in a deep breath before placing his lips on yours.

For a moment, his lips remained still like the water as he savoured the softness of your plump lips. He parted from you, unable to comprehend if he was actually getting to kiss you, but when he found himself missing the warmth of your lips, he was diving back in, intending to get more out of the kiss this time.

He felt inexperienced after all his centuries of roaming the mortal planes without a lover. But in your arms, he felt safe, like he could learn how to love all over again. You reminded him how important it is for someone to love and be loved, and he was beyond pleased that a wonderful woman such as yourself was the one on this journey with him.

Your lips felt like the delicate petals of a glaze lily, so soft and addicting that he found himself pushing for more. His mouth worked yours slowly, getting accustomed to how you dance and finding the perfect rhythm with your lips. Every caress of your lips together was a learning curve, until he was confident enough that he found the perfect beat with you.

One hand tightened around your cheek and his other hand found the back of your head, the distance between both of you diminishing even further. You sighed against his lips, your weak voice sending shivers down his spine as he captured your upper lip in between his before dropping his head to give attention to your lower lips. On and on he continued a shower of kisses on your lips.

Breathing felt secondary to the sensation of kissing you, but when you pushed his chin away with a satisfying pop of your lips, he realised just how long he had been holding his breath.

You panted, a silly grin on your face as your head was tilted down. Zhongli’s skin felt warm, your skin felt warm under his touch, but still…he craved for the warmth of your lips again.

“Y/N…may I kiss you again?” He felt bold and when you whispered a giggling yes, his kissed you fervently, one kiss at a time to fall deeper in love with you.

#mia.writes #zhongli #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #zhongli x reader #fluff #valentines day #kisses #first kiss #mia.collab

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nellajella · 3 years

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Mr. Ghostface | rafe cameron | Part 2

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summary (from part 1): y/n and rafe goes shopping for matching halloween costumes until you come across the scream mask and start imagine things with you and rafe together . you then jokingly convince rafe telling him to wear this mask while he fucks you but he chuckles at the strange idea until on the day of halloween *winkwink*

warning : dirty SMUT, dirty talk , aggressive/rough mentions of sex, choking, & swearing

HOPE YOU SLUTS ENJOY ♡

…while rafe finishes licking you clean. “mmm so sweet like candy” , he shoves his two fingers in your mouth making you whine. he swirls his finger around and hums. “mmm hungry aren’t you” he says while tilting his head to the side.

he flips your body around making you lay on your stomach. your arch was perfect, the way your back was curved and your ass was in the air giving him a nice view of it. he slapped your ass hard making you whine with the sudden movement. you look back at him smirking while he moves his hand around your smooth ass.

he slaps it again before he finally pounds into you. “fucking hell you’re so tight y/n..mmm” he moans while breathing heavily. you clench around his hard veiny cock that was being shoved in and out of you rapidly.

you scream his name along with your little whines, then moaning into a pillow trying to lessen the volume of your moans so no one will hear you. until rafe noticed what you were doing…so he grabs your hair tight making you gasp at the movement.

“what do you think your doing hm..? covering your moans so no one will hear you?” his voice was raspy this time, making your eyes roll back while he still fucks you relentlessly. you hum in response. “nah im gonna let everybody in this house hear how you take every…inch of me in you…” he whispers in your ear in a low tone whilst moving his free hand to grip your neck.

“f..fuck rafe” you blurt out feeling your walls clench around him. he moves his had slowly down to your clit, rubbing it in a circular motion making you twitch. “..mmm m’gnna cum rafe ..please” you beg him while he is still pounding into your tight pussy. “..me too” rafe responds breathing heavily, you both cum at the same time while he’s still in you.

“ahh fuck y/n” he moans in your ear and sees his cum dripping down your thighs. you lean on the bed breathing heavily after what just happened. “ rafe baby..you’re still wearing the mask..” you chuckle reaching to grab it off but he slaps your hand away just in time.

rafe takes it off and throws it on the ground whilst still on towering you. his bits of hair falling in front of his face and his chest moving up and down looking at you. “you got your wish, now its my turn next halloween” he smirks as he gets up. heading to the bathroom getting a clean towel with his bare ass and dick still hard to clean up the mess you both created.

god he wished he didn’t have to clean it up so he can see that pretty mess dripping down your pretty thighs with red marks and hickeys all over.

he comes back, sits beside you and starts cleaning you up gently acting as if he didn’t fuck you like a rag doll few minutes ago but ok rafe. you look up at him saying “you think people heard me.. you asked quietly. him trying to think of something to say, he stopped and rubs your left thigh. “lets go downstairs and find out ourselves yeah” , you start to blush in embarrassment but still grateful for what just happened.

HEY LOL this shit was prolly really short for you guys but i will probably make some more soon *wink wink* HOPE U ENJOYED THIS THO…

#obx rafe #rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe imagine #rafe obx #rafe x you #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x reader

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syubub · 3 years

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What makes BTS most vulnerable

Woo! A reading! I wanted to do this bc its been on my list for a little while now!

I just got off work and wanted to do this asap! Pls forgive mistakes! I'm not gonna proof read bc im lazy.

Cheeky disclaimer: this is for entertainment purposes and not to be taken as fact! This is my interpretation of the cards!!

So so so so

First off, I did each member and also one for the group! I didn't have a specific plan in mind when I started, so I just went with the flow!

Let's start with the group first

So. The 5 of pentacles is what makes them most vulnerable. This card talks about isolation, feeling lost, anxiety, not having money or influence. Most of all, a mindset of lack.

All of this to me makes me think that what makes them most vulnerable is the fear of being right back where they started. Feeling exiled from the industry, not having the funds to be sure of a stable future and also not having a strong sense of identity as a group and within the group. It's like their vulnerability comes from something almost like ptsd? Let me try to make that make more sense. I genuinely think that where they started and the uncertainty and constant ridicule really had an impact on them. The vulnerability they have as a group is essentially emotional distress? Like, I wish I had better words to explain. It's the fear that they haven't actually grown or gotten anywhere and that they are insignificant that is their vulnerability. Fear based on where they started?

I really hope that made sense. Moving on though, 7 of swords is how it manifests for them. This card is sneaky. It talks about getting away with something and betrayal but I think this meaning is the most relevant: strategic moves. So how their vulnerability manifests is that the fear that they have causes them (and the company) to make very specific moves to keep their fears from happening. It's like, they take steps to make sure their fears don't get realized. Career wise but also personally. They can sometimes force growth because they fear stagnation. Kinda like rolling something uphill? Once it loses momentum it starts rolling back down.

The other two cards, Wellness and busy times and multitasking, are what they can do to lessen that vulnerability. Keeping healthy in mind body and spirit (also keeping the group bond healthy too) as well as channeling their emotions and fears into productivity. (Think the ly:tear album)

Seokjin

This is really intresting. So, what makes him most vulnerable is repressed emotion that causes inner turmoil. The moon is all about your insides and the vastness it has. In its reverse it talks about the darker parts of your subconscious. So, him bottling shit up and repressing it becomes a monster that affects him without him even necessarily knowing.

As for how that manifest in his life, it literally affects his judgment. Like, literally. It messes with his decision making.

As a fellow human with a similar problem, I can almost bet that any issue he has with another member will be shoved away and it will fester until he's at his breaking point and he'll absolutely weaponize it but disguise it as "just poking fun" or he might also purposefully create low level chaos. It's really intresting because this could manifest in so many ways. It could be his insecurities, issues with other people, fears ect and they fester in his brain space fucking with his judgment.

What he can do to lessen this vulnerability is deep emotional healing. Istg these cards are too perfect to make up. He needs to do THE WORK and heal it. He probably recognizes this and is working on it. Its not fair to himself to put himself aside in order to put other people first. (I think this probably happened a lot in the early bts days bc he had to be an older brother and a responsible figure to 6 other kids so he prioritized group harmony over his own issues and emotions)

Yoongi

????

Um, okay. So what makes yoongi most vulnerable is the dark side of wealth. That's the 10 of pentacles rev. But it gets interesting bc the 10 of swords isn't what makes him vulnerable but it also isn't how it manifests?? So here's my theory time. What makes him most vulnerable is the dark side of wealth. I can only assume that it's the isolation and internal conflict of benefiting off of a system that fucked you over in the first half of your life and also feeling bad for having wealth that most people can never imagine? I really don't know? But with the 10 of swords talking about betrayal and deep wounds, it could be that he's extremely afraid of being taken advantage of? Like, that's another downside of wealth. Maybe people have tried to use him for money or influence? Especially in his personal life. Like, he probably finds it extremely hard to get close to people because he's afraid of betrayal over something that is already hard for him to deal with?

Also loss. He wasn't born rich. He worked his ass off to get what he has and he's probably afraid to lose it. He might "stash" money?

Anyway, knight of swords, how it manifests. This card is about a drive to succeed. So essentially this makes him run and push himself hard and harder and harder to out run what he sees as an inevitable end? Sometimes this can blind him.

As for what he can do to lessen this vulnerability, we have, self confidence through God confidence. This card to me talks about having faith in your actions and skills and trusting in yourself even if you doubt your ability. Essentially, yoongi just needs to trust in himself to land on his feet no matter what happens. Life is always uncertain so he needs to trust that he can weather any storm he might face.

Hoseok

This was one gave me some thoughts. So, similar to jin, it's the bottling shit up and having you subconscious mind eventually figure shit out because it's been neglected but with the 2 of swords in reverse, talking about confusion and being indecisive, I think this kinda causes him to shut down? He might get apathetic. It's almost like when you work a computer so hard that it crashes.

And how this manifests for him with the 3 of pentacles in reverse is that he gets thrown out of alignment with the group. Kinda like how you shouldn't drive on a flat tire. He withdraws and becomes hard to reach and puts up a wall that causes a lot of problems for him as well as those he is around. It's a defense mechanism. It can also manifest in him preferring to work alone as well instead of group settings.

This exposes him to depression and doubt.

Also similar to jin, for how to lessen this vulnerability we have Bless your heart with talks about reaching out (breaking down that wall) and healing your heart and healing the root issue.

Namjoon

Okay. This is the one that makes so much sense but also confuses me.

So. What makes him most vulnerable is the magician rev and 10 of cups. Unrealized potential and poor planning as well as love, harmony and alignment.

So.... what? How does love and the happiest happiness make him vulnerable?

Well, I think he's suspicious of it. I think that he can't help but wonder in his big big big brain if THIS is the right happy or if its really happiness at all? Almost like commitment issues but also not? It's like, he's afraid that it won't last? He might have trouble fully allowing himself happiness. Also, what makes him the most vulnerable is love. It opens up every bit of his soul and puts it on a laundry line for everyone to see and I don't think he thinks he's worthy enough to be seen like that?

As for how it manifests in his life, 9 of cups, personal fulfillment and a strive to have everything else in hislife sorted out? Essentially wanting to have a perfect foundation so eventually he can share with all the important people in his life.

As for what he can do. Value your self worth. pretty straight up. He needs to value himself more. He deserve love and he deserves to feel seen even if it's uncomfortable at first.

Jimin

Oki. What makes jimin most vulnerable is choice. The 7 of cups talks about focusing on what's best for you and making choices based not on illusion. I think jimin is plagued by unrealistic expectations and confronting the fact that it's not possible is what makes him most vulnerable. He makes choices that are driven by illusion. Usually about self. I think specifically about how he doesn't always see how good he already is so he pushes himself to chase after something that isn't always right for him or even there in the first place. Acknowledging and facing it brings vulnerability that he doesn't always want to face. I think he might equate vulnerability to powerlessness.

How it manifests. 9 of wands rev. Paranoia and being defensive. It's his own fear and insecurities manifesting outside of himself.

As for what he can do, passion and purpose and multifaceted. Focus on what is close to his heart and don't get side tracked. Theres so much more to this situation and there isn't an easy fix. There's a lot of things that need working on in order for him to feel comfortable.

Taehyung

Oki oki oki. What makes Tae most vulnerable is strength rev. Raw emotion. He doesn't always express his emotions and when he chooses to be more open, his emotions go through a bit of a filter. Showing his unfiltered emotions makes him most vulnerable because it's him as he is. In his truest form. It's all of his wants, joys, fears. Everything.

As for how it manifests, 10 of wands and Hanged man, it becomes a burden that he carries because he feels like he can't just be honest. He pauses and allows himself time to feel on his own but that means possibly being misunderstood and a bit isolated.

Now. What can he do to lessen it? Bless your heart and healthy communication in relationships. TALKING TO PEOPLE AND ALLOWING HIMSELF THAT VULNERABILITY. It's not bad to be vulnerable. Heal that shit bb bc you are worth it.

Jungkook

So, what makes him most vulnerable? The world in rev. Not having closure and seeking it. The process of seeking closure for himself about things that could have or putting to rest something that has come full circle. It brings vulnerability because he has to face things that he could have done better. He has to face things coming to a close and be okay with is.

How it manifests, the tower, ace of cups, 5 of cups reversed.

The tower is essentially everything crumbling down. I think jk thinks too much? If you follow a ball of yarn all the way to the end then you just unraveled a whole ass ball of yarn.

Him going to close those things cause him to unravel his foundation.

With the ace of cups, creativity and love/ new emotions, I think him taking the time to pursue personal closure helps him to be more open to love as well as giving him creative fuel.

The 5 of cups rev. Means that him doing this closure thing helps him to forgive himself bc he's taking time to move on and tie up loose ends?

For jk this closure thing manifests in every aspect of his like and I almost see it as him shedding? Sounds weird but he's consciously moving on and paying attention to what he needs?

As for what he can do? Deep emotional healing! He runs the risk of feeling more of the tower manifestation so he needs to keep himself emotionally healthy in order for this to be productive instead of destructive!

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I hope y'all like this! I feel like the cards didn't always follow what I was kinda going for with my questions but it all works out in the end I guess?

My next reading will be up later this week (I've already done it and taken all of my notes. I just have to type it all out) so look foward to that as well!

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hi, do you think you could do another blurb for ethan? maybe something nsfw? like, a party hookup? im thinkin about fratboy!ethan 👁👄👁

(wc: 5.5k) pls im always thinking about fratboy ethan :,) but yes i can do this 100 % ! this ask prompted something deep in me and i ended up making a playlist to go with it as well 🤧here’s the link to that if ur interested https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4yXuVtAKBHexm5ifE9NQ2B ! A L S O i’m sorry this took forever to get to ,,,, life has been a lot recently lol . reblogs are always appreciated ! <3

AYO LOOK AT THESE ! : smut (obvious but still) , sex while under the influence (with explicit consent given) , softdom! ethan , marajuana use , alcohol use , unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it , plz) , swearing , college au , an unus annus reference if u look close enough , and i believe thats it . enjoy ! xoxoxoxo , starlight .

a little party never killed nobody

it was the exact same as every other college party you’d ever been to. shitty music, shittier alcohol, shittiest people- except for him.

when ethan nestor had invited you to a frat party, you’d laughed in his face. you knew that he was a member of data data data, but he wasn’t the type that made it his whole personality. as far as you’d observed, he wasn’t the partying type, either, but there he was, texting you the house address.

“so you’ll come tonight? it’s going to be a pretty big thing- a lot of people coming. you should be able to walk right in, but if anyone gives you shit just tell them you’re with me,” he said, a slight smirk playing on his lips. you and ethan hadn’t been talking for long; technically, you hadn’t even known that he’d existed two weeks ago.

when ethan had first sauntered up to you in physical sciences, that same smirk painting his face, you’d picked up on the underlying chemistry right away. he was a flirt by nature, but he seemed to play it up even more around you- the brunette boy had asked for your number the first day you met, and you’d been talking almost constantly since. he was funny and sweet and extremely charismatic, and he made your heart flip in your chest with the smallest glance. the two of you hadn’t hung out alone yet, so this party felt like a big deal.

or, at least, that's what you’d thought.

when you showed up at the front door of the frat house loud, bass-filled music was already shaking the window panes in their frames, and you could hear what sounded like a hundred different voices all talking over each other. ethan hadn’t been kidding when he said that it was a big party; at least half of your year was here, plus the older and younger students interspersed throughout the throngs of people as well. as you made your way to the kitchen, ethan was nowhere to be found. you felt as if all eyes were on you as you started to pour a drink, and dimly, you wondered if people could tell that you didn’t belong.

however, most of your anxious thoughts had been subdued after the first solo cup of vodka lemonade, and you were now well through your second. the music pounding throughout the house felt as if it had infiltrated your veins, filling them with a warm, buzzing sensation that loosened your limbs. at some point, a guy had come up to chat with you. then another. you weren't sure how many times you’d given out your snapchat tonight, but it had been a lot, and you were about to do it again.

the guy you were currently talking to introduced himself as danny. he was some sort of business major, much like every other guy that you’d spoken with tonight, and was very clearly trying to hit on you. even through the alcohol-induced haze, you remembered who you came here for and you weren't leaving without him. you put a hand on danny’s shoulder, effectively cutting him off in the middle of his sentence.

“hey, do you know where ethan is? ethan nestor, i mean? he’s the one who invited me here.”

danny looked disappointed, but seemed to shift and slot puzzle pieces together in his head, snapping his fingers. “you're the girl he invited? that makes so much sense, actually. yeah, he’s out back- toking up, probably,” he explained, gesturing towards a door you would’ve never noticed. “out there and down the stairs. need an escort?”

you almost denied his advances but spotted an old fling loitering by the hidden door. giving danny a tight smile, you drained the rest of your drink and held up a finger. “one sec! stay here.”

butterflies flooded every inch of your being as you stumbled over to the makeshift bar, pouting a variety of liquors into your cup. you were going to see ethan outside of class. on his turf. something about it shook you to your core, but you couldn’t quite figure out why.

sure, ethan was hot- that was obvious. but he’d been flirty, too. were the two of you a thing? if you weren’t, why had he been talking to danny about 'the girl he was inviting’? clearly, ethan had been talking about you, you just weren't sure of the context. you tried to swallow all these fears as you topped off your cup with lemonade, taking a small sip. trying not to spit it out, you added more juice; you’d made the strongest mixture you could think of, and it tasted like some sort of poison. that didn’t stop you from taking another small sip, then a bigger one. you needed the buzz.

“okay! let's go.”

danny led you out the door and down the stairs with no issue, and you quickly realized how tipsy you were - the stairs seemed to bob and warp under your feet, and you grabbed onto the handrail with a death grip. he noticed this easily, laughing a bit. “are you good?”

“great. it's the heels and alcohol- they don't mix well.” you laughed at yourself, regretting the chunky, heeled boots you’d thrown on.

“you can ditch them, if you want. we’re going out onto a deck, so you won't be in grass or anything,” danny explained, pointing to a pile of shoes by the door you were about to exit. you weren't going to argue with that, thankful that you’d chosen cute socks as you wrestled the footwear off and tossed it onto the pile. your stomach flipped as danny opened the door, cool night air biting into your warm skin, waking you up a bit. the sourish-sweet scent of marijuana flooded the small stairwell, and danny chuckled. “told you he was smoking.”

nothing could’ve prepared you for the way you felt watching ethan take a long drag off of some sort of pen, letting the vapor pour from his lips in pale blue plumes. something about the easy way the smoke seemed to float from his mouth went straight to your center, and you dug your nails into your palms, trying to get yourself under control. ethan finally realized that more people had joined the small crowd on the bench, and his heavy-lidded eyes seemed to light up as they roamed all over you lazily. this only furthered the sensation between your legs, the coils starting to tighten in your lower stomach.

what the hell?

“y/n, you made it,” ethan said, a smile taking over his face. he quickly hopped down from where he’d been sitting on the guardrail and made his way over, wrapping an arm dangerously low around your waist. he hugged you tightly, making your heartbeat stutter as you squeezed him back.

you mumbled a ‘hello’ into his neck as ethan let his touch linger, your body held tightly to his. someone cleared their throat, conversation starting back up, and ethan reluctantly pulled away, dropping his eyes to yours. he kept a hand on the small of your back, sending electricity running up and down your spine. “having fun?”

you could barely talk as you forced yourself to respond. “yeah, lots. you’re a hard person to find.”

ethan grinned again, letting his head fall back as he laughed. “my bad. i thought you would text me when you got here. found someone to take care of you , though?” he asked, cocking an eyebrow. the facial expression did absolutely nothing for the situation building up under your skirt- only worsening your want for the tall boy in front of you.

“who?”

ethan smirked, dropping his lips to your ear. “that's what i like to hear. you look pretty, y/n.”

the way he said your name practically undid you, ripping your self-control apart at the already weakened seams. you let a hand wander up and down one of ethan’s sculpted arms, outlining the planes of muscle through his hoodie as you crossed your legs; sure, it was the ladylike thing to do, but you were desperately looking for some sort of friction, anything to lessen the need for him.

“thank you.”

ethan nodded, the hand that had been perched on your back sliding over your hip before finding your hand. he laced his fingers into yours, and you were shocked at how forward he was being. the two of you had flirted heavily- and okay, maybe you’d sent some suggestive pictures back and forth- but ethan seemed to be claiming you as he led you over to the round table where all his friends were sat. again, you carved half-moons into your palms with your nails as you added up all the chairs- there wasn’t enough. you began to let go of ethan’s hand, ready to boost yourself onto the railing, but he gave your fingers a gentle squeeze. you watched as ethan settled into the overstuffed outdoor chair, gesturing at his lap.

fuck.

you took a brief moment to admire the mess you’d gotten yourself into before you gingerly sat on ethan’s lap, trying to make yourself as small and weightless as humanly possible. that didn’t last long, though. ethan circled an arm over your hips, pulling you onto his lap firmly. you couldn’t breathe as you settled into him, crossing your legs tightly. your lower body was tucked away, hidden under the table, but still. you tucked a small portion of fabric between your thighs, ensuring nothing would slip.

you didn’t say much as ethan continued to conversate with his friends, passing the silvery, skinny device around the table.

soon, the talk turned from school and classes to typical, stuttering stoner laughing; everyone besides ethan and danny seemed to be a complete lightweight, gone after one hit of the cartridge. however, both the boys were on at least their fourth hit and still seemed relatively composed. they’d started to talk about some sort of economic study, and you’d quickly grown bored and confused. after sitting through 10 more minutes of the terminology you didn't understand, you began to wiggle around on ethan’s lap, loosening his grip on you.

at the same moment, you and ethan both shifted in just the right way, causing one of his legs to end up between both of yours just as your hips rolled forward. delicious friction flooded your system, and you bit down hard on your lower lip, trying to stifle a moan. you fought with everything in you not to rock your body again, sensation overwhelming your impulse control. before you could do anything, one of ethan’s large hands found your hips, squeezing just enough to leave fingerprint-shaped marks on your skin. ethan knew what he’d done- you could hear the satisfaction threaded through his voice.

“you okay? what d’you need?”

you tried to steady your voice, painfully conscious of the people around you. while most of ethan’s friends were high enough that they wouldn’t notice, you knew that danny would pick up on any changes in your demeanor. you swallowed hard before answering him.

“i'm gonna go get another drink.” another gentle squeeze practically lit your skin on fire, and ethan held the pen up to you.

“wanna try this instead?”

you weren’t going to lie- you’d been a bit jealous of the boys, not even thinking of passing the device to you. with shaky hands, you reached to accept the cartridge, but ethan had different plans. a sinful look found its way into his slitted eyes as ethan held the pen up to your lips. “go ahead.”

you could’ve passed out from the command, the look, the way that he’d started to bounce his leg. it was as if he was trying to break you- like he wanted you to give him some sort of sign that you wanted him. you did, more than anything. desire seemed to curl its way into every inch, every cell of your body, its spurs digging into your skin.

you met ethan’s eyes deliberately as you accepted the cold metal into your mouth, inhaling deeply. you took immense pleasure in the look that crossed ethans face as you pulled away with lungs full of the hazy drug. you held your breath for as long as possible before letting the vapor drift from your lips, just as ethan and done earlier. you watched his adam's apple bob as he swallowed hard, his eyes snapping off of yours and over to danny.

“i’m gonna take y/n to get a drink. watch them, will you?” he asked, gesturing to the rest of his friends. danny just nodded, mumbling a low ‘have fun’ as ethan practically lifted you off of his lap. adrenaline coursed through each and every one of your veins and ethan laced his fingers through yours, leading you inside.

ethan barely let the door shut before his hands were on your hips, pinning you to the wall of the small stairwell. his lips met yours roughly, and you couldn’t hold back the whimper that had been building in your throat for the past hour. you felt ethan smirk at the soft noise before he bit at your lower lip, dragging the soft flesh between his teeth. again, you let out a whine full of pleasure- he just felt so good. you let your arms circle ethans neck, one of your hands knotting in his dark hair. you pulled at the roots gently as ethan’s tongue rolled against yours, your body entirely succumbing to him.

he forced himself to pull off of your body, and you let out a small whine; you’d been waiting on this. ethan smirked, his laugh coming out dark and much raspier than usual. “don’t worry doll, i'm not done with you yet. just can't have you here.”

the words went right through you, only adding to the ache between your thighs. ethan took your hand with a profound gentleness, and dropped a soft kiss on your forehead. “before this even starts, are you sure?”

you nodded eagerly, getting up on your tiptoes to recapture his lips, but ethan pulled back. you furrowed your eyebrows at the tall boy, confused- until he brought a hand up to your face, holding your jaw. ethan tilted your head up, forcing you to meet his eyes. “i need words, baby. are you positive? i can-”

“so sure. i promise.” you nodded at him, your eyes never leaving his. “i want you.”

ethan swore under his breath and kissed you hard before leading you up the stairs. you started to feel the effects of the drug as ethan took you from kitchen to living room, up some stairs… you lost track of all the places you’d been, allowing the weed to cloud everything in a gauzy veil. you felt good; light and somehow heavy at the same time, and you enjoyed the way that everything seemed to slow down. finally, ethan opened a door and pulled you in behind him. you realised where you were- his room. it smelled like ethan, like citrus and musk and something you could only describe as boy.

you let out a small giggle as ethan reached for a remote, colored lights dousing the room in a sultry red glow. “setting the mood?”

quickly, you were shut up in the best possible way. ethan kissed your roughly, all teeth and tongue and hands everywhere as he backed you against one of his walls. you let yourself get lost in him, basking in the warmth of your hunger for him. one of ethan’s cold hands made its way under your shirt, the other holding your jaw in place as he bit into your bottom lip once again, making you whine.

“feel good?” ethan asked, breathlessly. you could hear the smirk in his voice, but you couldn’t help the way your back arched at the simple question. your nails dug into his shoulder as ethan slid his thumb under the band of your bra, and he let out a rough moan, managing to undo the clasp with one hand. ethan pulled away from you long enough to rid you of your shirt, discarding your bra on the floor as well while you practically ripped his hoodie off, desperate to feel his skin against your own. he clearly wanted the same, judging by the way he wrapped an arm around your back, pulling you flesh against his chest.

ethan managed to capture both of your wrists in one of his hands, pinning them above your head. you were unfamiliar with the feeling of being restrained, but the sensation seemed to send your heart thrumming even faster. he kissed you until your lips were sore and your knees were weak before finally dropping his forehead to yours. ethan took his chance, letting his eyes roam all over you and you watched his pupils grow larger until his eyes were practically black. “jesus fuck, y/n. you’re beautiful.”

your voice came out high and breathy as you responded. “ ‘could say the same about you.” you were practically panting, your body no longer responding to your mind as your back arched. ethan let out a hard breath.

“do you know what you do to me?”

your eyes fluttered shut as ethan’s lips met the sensitive skin of your neck, his tongue exploring the delicate flesh. he quickly found your weak spot and focused his attention there; he let his teeth gently sink into your skin, making you gasp before using his soft tongue to soothe the spot. he repeated this process all over your neck, sucking on your flesh when he found a sweet spot. you knew that you’d be covered in purple-blue bruises, but you’d wear them proudly- that was ethan’s motivation for marking you up.

ethan trailed soft, wet kisses all the way down your neck to your collarbones, groaning at the way you pushed your chest toward him. he hesitated, but started kissing back up your neck, your jaw, back up to your lips. he released his grip on your wrist and you quickly cupped his face in your hands, kissing him with everything in you. you wanted the boy to feel the way you wanted him, and you knew he could as his lips seemed to slow, the kisses getting deeper and deeper. you lost yourself completely in ethan, unsure of where he started and you ended. you could feel his heartbeat against your own, the two thumping rapidly, almost erratic.

the two of you stayed pressed up against each other, your back firmly against the wall for a while, until ethan finally pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. “bed?”

you nodded eagerly, wanting the boy all over you. the two of you stumbled, half kissing over to the mattress, falling together. ethan quickly situated himself on top of your body, caging you in between his arms. he began kissing down your body at a torturously slow pace, tracing the dark marks he’d already left with his soft tongue, driving you insane. ethan took his time working down to your breasts, finally taking one of your sensitive nubs into his mouth. you let out an almost guttural moan at the sensation, pleasure overwhelming your senses. ethan hummed at your reaction, only intensifying the feeling. you tangled a hand in his hair, the other digging into his back, leaving long, red scratches on his pale skin.

ethan swirled his tongue around your bud, taking extreme pride in the way you let your head fall back against the mattress, moans of his name spilling from your lips. he tucked an arm under the arch of your back, pulling your body even closer to him- he didn’t want any space dividing the two of you. ethan pulled off of your puffy nipple with a soft moan, wasting no time in kissing over your chest, pulling the other into his mouth. he covered your chest in dark, deep bruises, admiring his work under the sensual glow of the red lights. “so pretty..”

you couldn’t form full sentences to respond with, just broken moans and pleads and tugs on his hair. ethan found it endearing, the way you wanted him so badly. he couldn’t help but give you what you needed.

he kisses hastily down your body leaving small lovebites here and there on your ribs, your stomach. ethan hooked his thumbs in the waistband of your skirt and pressed a kiss to the exposed skin right above the fabric. “this okay?”

“yes, i- please,” you pleaded, lifting your hips to make it easier. ethan got rid of the piece of clothing, discarding it on his bedroom floor, quickly followed by your panties. he let out a throaty moan, his eyes working over you lazily, like he had all the time in the world. he admired your body until you wriggled underneath him, needing some sort of stimulation.

“what do you want, baby?”

“you,” you whined, desperation weaving through your voice. ethan pressed gentle, warm kisses on your hip bones, fighting a laugh.

“i know that. what specifically?”

“fuck, ethan. anything, just touch me. please.”

“okay, okay. and you're positive this is alright?”

“yes. i’m so sure. i swe-” your words died in the back of your throat as ethan pressed his thumb to your clit, rubbing small, soft circles. “holy fuck.”

“already so worked up,” ethan mumbled, pressing kisses to your inner thighs. “this because of me?”

you were taken aback by the way your high seemed to multiply the pleasure by tens of thousands- ethan was barely touching you and you could feel your high approaching quickly. you couldn’t find the words to answer him as ethan shifted between your legs, giving himself a better view of your sex. “does that feel okay?”

a stream of swears left your lips as ethan quickened his pace, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. “so fucking good, just like that.” the knots in your stomach continued to tighten as you balled the sheets in your fist, tugging at his hair with the other hand.

ethan pressed a kiss dangerously low on your hip, looking up at you. “can i?”

your hips bucked at the tone of his voice, and you nodded vigorously. ethan kept his eyes on yours as he ran his tongue through your folds, lapping your arousal up. he couldn’t help but groan at the taste of you, the way you pulled at his hair, putting his mouth where you wanted it before letting your head fall back onto his bed. ethan started to suck at your sensitive bud, rolling his tongue over the bundle of nerves and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer.

“i- fuck- i’m close.”

he hummed, the vibrations sending you over the edge. your eyes rolled back into your head while you tugged at his hair, your orgasm completely undoing you- the high only added to the sensation, making it that much better. your hips bucked under the skillful work of his soft tongue as ethan let you ride out your high on his face.

ethan dropped a gentle kiss on your clit before peppering your entire body with them, giggling at the way you squealed. he finally attached his lips to your neck, your jaw, back to your lips. you kissed him hard, tasting yourself off of him. finally, when your exhaustion won out you pulled away, running your hands through ethan’s fluffy hair.

“how was that?”

you propped yourself up on your elbows, pecking ethan’s lips. “so, so good,” you mewled between heavy breaths. ethan bit down on his lower lip and smiled, pride filling his system.

“god, you look good moaning my name. you're beautiful, you know,” he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. ethan looked at you with a tenderness in his eyes, placing another kiss on your lips. “think you can go again?”

ethan started trailing down your body again, not waiting for an answer. he was laser focused on pleasuring you, making you whine and whimper for him- only for him. before he could get far, though, you were grabbing at his arm and shaking your head. he flushed, peeling away from you while starting to profusely apologize, but you pressed a finger to his lips.

“want you. inside of me,” you explained between pants, still exhausted from the first round of stimulation. ethan threw his head back, swearing.

“jesus christ, y/n. need me that bad, baby?”

his choice of words drowned you in desire, and you were all his. “yes. please, ethan?”

he wanted to fuck you until all you could do was moan his name just like that, over and over again. before you could process what was happening ethan had his hands all over you, roaming your body as he practically drooled at the sight before him: your already fucked out body, the sweet look painting your face, begging for him. ethan could barely control himself, his words coming out as rough murmurs.

“protection? i mean, i have it.”

you bit at your lip, hard. you were on birth control, and you wanted him- all of him.

shaking your head, you explained. “birth control. we’ll be fine, if you’re comfortable.”

you jumped as ethan moved a finger to your entrance, dipping into your sex. he groaned at the way you clenched around the appendage, his cock jumping in his boxers. “want my cum inside you?”

“yes- fuck, ethan, please,” you begged, reduced to nothing. all you wanted; all you needed was him inside you, ruining your body until you couldn’t take anymore pleasure.

“so tight,” he mumbled, lining another finger up. you bucked your hips, the sensitivity almost too much as he stretched you out, watching the way your face contorted under his influence. ethan placed a large hand low on your abdomen, applying light pressure. “if you can’t take this, you won’t be able to take me.”

you nodded, pace almost desperate for him to continue. “feels good baby. so good.”

you took note of the pleased expression that stretched over ethan’s face as you praised the boy- you were just telling the truth, but clearly he liked to hear what a good job he was doing. ethan brought his thumb up to your clit, rubbing tight circles on the bundle of nerves and you grabbed at his wrist, nails digging into skin.

“gonna make me cum again,” you warned, but ethan only smiled at you, nodding almost condescendingly.

“wanna finish on my fingers, pretty girl?”

you wanted to say no, wait to come undone around him, but his movements felt too good. you dug your nails into his arm even harder, your other hand clawing into ethan’s soft sheets as the knots in your stomach came undone, your walls contracting around his fingers tight enough to make him moan.

ethan let his pace slow, extending your orgasm as you practically rode his hand, crying out in absolute euphoria as he increased pressure on your clit. unable to form words, you released your grasp on the boy’s arm, bringing your hand up to his face instead. you pulled ethan’s lips down to meet yours, whining at the feeling of his clothed cock grinding against your center.

ethan couldn’t take it anymore, quickly ridding himself of the soft sweatpants. you watched as his manhood sprung up, hitting his abdomen; the sight in and of itself enough to make you let out another bliss-filled noise. ethan let his eyes fall to yours as he stroked himself, shuddering at the heavenly friction. again, his voice came out low as he lined himself up with you.

“sure?”

far beyond words, you nodded and laced your fingers through his.

ethan returned your grasp with a sweet squeeze, gliding the tip of his cock through your folds- coating himself in your arousal. the two of you moaned in sync; a sweet, satisfied sort of harmony. finally, ethan pushed into you slowly, gasping at the feeling. you couldn’t help the way your eyes rolled back into your head, the feeling of him inside you almost too much.

“you okay?”

“so good,” you breathed, trying not to yelp at the feeling spreading through your lower body. ethan was well endowed- the biggest you’d ever taken- and it was an addictive sort of pain. he moved slowly, stopping a few times; allowing you to adjust around his length. when he’d bottomed out, ethan let his head fall back, groans escaping his throat.

“so fucking tiny,” he gasped, a groan cutting his statement off. “feel so good around me, gorgeous.”

you nodded at him, trying your best to meet ethan’s eyes as you praised the boy. “so fucking big- you feel so good,” you whined, your hips bucking. “want you so bad.”

a breathless laugh escaped ethan’s lungs as he maneuvered a hand behind one of your thighs, lifting your leg to hook over his shoulder. he pushed even deeper into you and black spots began to crowd the sides of your vision, the pleasure overwhelming. slowly, ethan started to pull out of you, eliciting filthy words and moans from you before he slid his length back in.

“fucking hell, y/n. so tight,” he said, voice tipping up into a whimper at the end. he quickened his pace, the noise of sleeping skin filling the room. you could barely contain yourself, no longer fighting the stream of murmurs and swears leaving your lips as ethan continued to pump in and out of you. your next orgasm was already building, the coils tightening rapidly in your lower belly.

ethan let his hand wander down to your sensitive bud, almost coming undone at the sight of your eyes fluttering shut. you traced up his forearm, scraping at his sweet skin before knotting your fingers in his hair, tugging at the roots.

“eyes open, baby. look at me.”

you could’ve cum then and there, the instructions only turning you on further. you forced your eyes open, meeting his as ethan sped up again. an almost animalistic noise left your throat as ethan thrusted into you roughly- you weren’t going to be able to hang on much longer. ethan felt the way your walls were clenching around him, fluttering and tightening as he increased his speed on your clit.

“close?” he asked, unable to say much more than that. your grip around him was euphoric- he was closer than he’d like to be. it hadn’t been more than 20 minutes, but with the way you were pulling at his head, almost crying in completely bliss, ethan wanted to fill you to the brim with his cum then fuck it into your sensitive pussy, overstimulating the sweet flesh.

you nodded, humming a small “mhm,” as you looked at him with wide eyes. ethan paused for a moment, shifting your leg up even higher onto his shoulder before plunging back into you. you felt the head of his cock hit a new, even more delicious spot and you became almost delirious. looking at him with furrowed eyebrows, you felt a tear crawl down your cheek.

“gonna cum, ethan-”

“fuck- me too. let go, baby.”

your entire body seemed to shake and shudder under the force of your orgasm- it hit you like a fucking train. you felt ethan’s thrusts get sloppier as he buried himself inside you, his head dropping to the crook of your neck. he whimpered as he shot his cum deep into your pussy, the sensation all consuming. the two of you stayed like that for a while- riding out your highs with each other, rough moans turned to honey-sweet mewls.

as your heart rate started to come down, you peppered the boy's face with soft, careless kisses: ones that he gladly returned. ethan finally found your lips, pressing tender, long kisses to the swollen skin.

“you’re a fucking god,” you murmured, stressing the word as ethan’s face flushed even hotter than it already had been.

“that,” he huffed, breathing still hard and uneven, “would be you.”

you giggled at the statement, your voice hitching as ethan slowly pulled out of you. you could feel a mixture of him and you spill out, the substance flowing over your things as ethan kissed down your body, taking in the sight between your legs.

“so pretty, baby,” he whispered, sinking a long finger into your pussy. your whole body spasmed at the feeling, completely overstimulated. ethan pulled out of you softly, watching the way his cum seemed to spill out of you endlessly. he placed small, delicate kisses to the marks he’d left covering your thighs, admiring his work. “can i keep you here for the night?” he asked, eyes turning affectionate.

you nodded at the boy as he came back up to meet your lips, then your forehead. as you settled onto his chest, drawing lazy patterns on his skin, ethan's voice seemed to return to normal.

“such a good girl.”

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Taking a Risk » Mallek Adalov/Reader

Wordcount: 2.3k words

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, stressed out reader, chillboy Mallek. TYping quirk only used when texting cause I could not be bothered lmao Originally posted on AO3

A/N: One of my favorite things that I’ve written, ever. I love Mallek and he’s for sure one of my favorite Friendsim characters. When I wrote this I was really feeling those Quarantine Woes

You didn't know what you were doing here. You felt out of place in the worst possible ways. It was a weird, squidgy feeling like stepping on wet grass. But not like the fun kind where you were running around in a sprinkler on a hot-as-balls summer day. No, this was the bad kind of wet grass that you stepped on without knowing it was wet. Why weren't you wearing shoes?

This analogy is stupid. The point is, you're feeling bummed out.

And what better way to not have to deal with that than hang out with someone you knew wouldn't push you into talking about all the ways crashing on this planet sucked! The point is, you're on your way to see Mallek. Mallek is absolutely the kind of friend who can tell when you just need to sit down and veg out. You had been so caught up in everyone else's bullshit that you weren't looking after your own damn self. So now you were doing that.

All it took was a quick text, asking Mallek if he had any company. He texted back only a moment later with a no, obviously not. You asked him if he wanted any. Not really. You ask him if you can come over anyway. Obviously.

You smiled at the palmhusk in your, well, palm. You could already feel the chill vibes of your hacker friend. Friend? Was that the right word for it? You didn't know anymore. When you first met there were definitely some sparks there. You could still feel them now and it made weird butterflies flutter around in your stomach. When you slapped his phone out of his hand and he sent you ass over applecart into the slimy depths of sewer water and he saved you, tits out and all.

You shook off the weird wistful feeling of maybe possibly crossing the friendship barrier and told him you'd walk to his hive. You'd been moping in some bookhive, not your usual hang-out spot with Tagora or Tyzias. This was some upper caste bookhive with purple bloods and some indigos and definitely not where you were welcome if the looks you were getting were any indication. They ranged from snooty to downright murderous. Yeesh.

Your phone -palmhusk, stupid troll names- beeped again. You got another text from him and those cheery fucking butterflies were back. God, you had it bad.

yeah were not doing that lmao;

im not going to let my robobuddy walk out in the sun

do you even know what time of day it =

just stay put ive already got your location ill pick you up;

And like a good little friendsimp. You park your ass on a chair and wait. You hadn't released your moping had taken up most of the night. But with the quick look around, yeah, no, this place was nearly empty by now. Just some older bluebloods trying to cram before their Ordeals and get shipped off-planet. Again: Yeesh.

You kept your ears open for the telltale sound of Mallek's limo. It was a sound you were getting used to these days. He always seemed ready to drop whatever coding shit he was working on to come to see you. You tried not to think too hard on what that might mean. No need to get your hopes up now. It's probably just your bad mood making you imagine some context where there's nothing. Yeah.

Damn, that shit hurted.

Just as you were about to add that to the reasons you were considering just screaming your lungs out who cares whose listening? you heard the wonderfully familiar sound of an approaching elongated scuttlebuggy. If that wasn't enough of a clue as to who the ride was for the quiet of the bookhive was very abruptly disturbed by a series of rhythmic beeps.

Holy shit was that the Tetris theme?

You shoved your palmhusk into your hoodie pocket and yanked the hood over your head. Even if the sun was only out a little bit you didn't want it anywhere near your freshly healed skin. You had no kind cowgirl to nurse you back to health right now if you got your asscheeks baked by the flaming death orb. You peeked your head out and even with the blinding light of Alternia's suns you could Mallek had opened the door and was waiting for you.

Aw. No, shit. You're in a bad mood don't get all heart eyes at him. Don't make it weird.

You took a few steps back into the bookhive, ready to make a run for it. You turn to a sitting indigoblood, who is just staring at you disdainfully for keeping the door open. You give her a two-fingered salute. Godspeed young cosmonaut. She gives you a one-fingered salute. Close the door you insufferable bulgebiter. Fair.

Taking a running start, you book it out into the heat of the Alternian sun and dive for the open car door. It's then that you realize he's halfway parked on the sidewalk to lessen the amount of time you'd have to spend in the sun. Aw. That also means that you came barreling like a cannonball at something that was like two feet out of the door. FUck.

Your face meets carpet and you can already feel the rugburn starting to set in. You hear a startled wheezy laugh from above you, a sound you know better than anyone else on this planet. You smile. It's not like you had any dignity to begin with.

You say hello to him as you peel yourself off of the floor of his car.

"Hey, there robobuddy. You stuck the landing this time," He smiles down at you as he reaches over you to shut the door, closing the space out from natural light and leaving you both lit by his colorful LEDs. You shrug and tell him you've been getting a lot of practice landing on your face these days. The look he gives you is still smiling but there's some level of disbelief at the dumbassery that is your whole existence.

"I know you can get yourself into it. Nothing too bad this time, though, right? No drones or broken bones?" He sounds concerned which is nice but he doesn't drown you with his concern. He leans back on the bench of his limo, keeping an eye on you as the vehicle begins to move on its own. You've been staying out of big messes but the little messes are starting to mess with you. He makes a sound of understanding the sounds as it comes from deep in his chest. Whoa. "Believe me, I've been there. Glad you're not cracking under it though."

He smiles and you can see his little fang and you can feel your heart melt a little. And also you're getting a bit teary-eyed and now Mallek looks alarmed. Shit. You try to quickly explain that you're fine, just, alien allergies am I right? He must be using some new air freshener to mask the musty smell of his limo. Since doesn't use it enough. Ha ha?

He isn't buying it.

With a rare show of cerulean prowess, he lifts you up off of the shitty car rug and sets you on the seat beside him. He feels uncomfortable and you can tell. Ah, goddammit you made it weird. You didn't mean to. Fuck. Fuck now you're feeling even worse. You thought you were starting to balance out. You're with Mallek now, shouldn't everything start to quiet down like it always does? Fuck. He doesn't say anything at first, just leans back against the seat and stretches his arms across it, letting you lean on him if you choose to.

...You choose to.

Your head finds itself somewhere between his shoulder and his collarbone, and you just. Shove your face there. Then scream.

To his credit, Mallek doesn't even flinch. He doesn't wince or shy away from you as you let out every bit of anger, sadness, and frustration out against his sweater. He just sits quietly, staring straight at the blacked-out windshield. You get the feeling he's needed to do this more than once.

Screw this planet. Screw everything about it that makes all of your friends suffer. Why can't you just get them away from all this bullshit?! Why do you have to deal with everyone's bullshit! You love them, you do but holy fuck they're looking to you like you can undo all the damage this place has done to them when you've got literally no god damn idea what's happening at any point ever!

And then, just like that, it fades into the background. Your throat hurts. Your head hurts and you think you might be crying. But it feels lighter. Better now that you've gotten some of that aggression out. You aren't like the trolls on Alternia. You can't kill people when you experience an Emotion™. But that doesn't mean you don't get pent up with rage.

Mallek realizes that now. He lets out a breath he didn't realize he was holding and his left hand slowly moves down from the back of the seat the rest against your back. His thumb brushes against your back, the claw drawing little patterns against the fabric of your sweater. His sweater. He tries not to think his sign your chest. This isn't the time.

"Feeling any better?" He asks and you don't know how to answer. You kinda don't want to. But you nod anyways, and you feel some tension leave his body. You knew he was worried about you. You apologize for making him witness your meltdown but he just makes another deep-chested hum. "Nothing to apologize for. I got the feeling you weren't feeling great. I could tell from the texts, you didn't use nearly enough ugly emojis."

You scoff and smack a hand against his chest and once again you hear that wonderful laugh from him. Hey! Your purrbeast emojis are adorable, thank you very much! And you'll not hear another word of it or else you'll send him pictures of rocks and rocks exclusively. No more memes.

"Jokes on you I'm into that shit." You laugh and thump your head against his collarbone. You thank him for being with you when were needed it. And picking you up to make sure you didn't deal with it alone. You don't want to make it weird but...yeah.

He doesn't respond this time, just letting you both enjoy the silence and the comforting sound of the engine. You should almost be at Mallek's apartment by now. It's as you're settling in for the last bit of the drive that you notice that the limo isn't moving. And hasn't been for a while. Your head pops up in confusion and the little GPS display on the back of one of the seats says... yep.

You're already at Mallek's.

But then why is the engine still on? That can't be good for the environment. Do these things even run on gas or is it bugs? Bug gas? Gross.

You notice then that the rumbling is coming from behind you. Like. From where Mallek is sitting. He doesn't look away when you turn to him, just kind of tilting his head to the side with a little bit of a cerulean hue to his cheeks. Oh. Oh, the sound is coming from him. He's purring. That's.

That's adorable.

You feel yourself soften even more when he lifts his arms, silently offering a hug if you want it. Is this platonic? Is this more? You've never had too much trouble identifying what people wanted from you. (Debatable.) If was overtly flushed you could shut it down or divert it to something very much friends only. (Like your every exchange with Zebruh.) But did you even want to do that to your hackerman? You could feel yourself screaming, no, absolutely not. But at the same time, you didn't want things to change. You didn't want to make his issues any worse than they already were. He didn't have too much longer on the planet and you knew it would tear him apart.

But then he turned those blue eyes to you. He looked just as unsure as you were but he was willing to take the risk. He shoved himself so far out of his comfort zone for you and was asking you to be selfish. To want something for yourself and do something for yourself. Not put him or anyone else's wants first. Just your own. And so you did.

You crawled up into his lap, pressed yourself as close to him as you could and clung to him. His arms didn't hesitate to wrap around you and you could feel a shuddering breath from above you.

"We don't have to put a label on this... not yet. Or ever. Either way is chill with me. I just... yeah." He gave up with a little shrug of his shoulders but you knew what he meant. Unless you could find a way to fight fate he was going to go off-world. He was going to leave you and you doubted you'd be able to go with him. You'd probably get gored by a drone for even trying.

But even if it was just for now, just for a moment, you were going to take it. You were going to let yourself have something, have someone who would care for you no matter how long or short your time was. You'd take it. You had stomached some of the most horrible things on this planet but Mallek had always been a constant. And you got the feeling he thought the same way about you.

So, you'd take it. Whatever comes next, you'd take it. You listened to the sound of his purring, in no hurry to move to get inside the apartment. Mallek felt the same.

You exhaled.

You would be okay.

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