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Kinknuary Day 18: Voyeurism

Pairing: Kang Hyewon, Kwon Eunbi x Male Reader

Word Count: 8,725

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“Is she even near, Eunbi-ah?”

Eunbi faintly winces and clicks her tongue, “Come on, just be patient, babe—she’ll be here soon, don’t worry.”

Her small attempts of reassurance even ignites your anxiety because you are a man who doesn’t get his time wasted, not even a second for nothing—two beliefs: time is gold and that your patience is as thin as paper—yet gladly, Eunbi’s reassuring tone and her practice of making your patient subdue such ephemeral advances and that alone, makes you appreciate her even more.

Apart from her being such an absolute gem and often you describe as the epitome of perfection, you can see how heart stands out amongst the rest—even though her physical features made you fall in love with her, it’s her personality that made you fully commit onto loving her and that’s the wonder of Kwon Eunbi.

You won't find a girl like her that can treat you like you’ve always wanted: full of love, compassion and intimacy—yes, and you won’t dare to find one because your heart is only shouting her and her only.

“Oh, Hyewon-ie’s gonna be here! Hurry, I want you to meet her, babe!” Of course, Eunbi is going to introduce you to anyone she becomes acquainted with, as she wants you to be more socially in contact with people. You’re not surprised with this, not even a single bit—you appreciate her advances towards you as she only aims to be the better version of yourself, and with that, you’re madly grateful for meeting a girl like her.

“H-Hyewon? I haven’t heard that name coming out of your mouth, Eunbi.”

Eunbi chuckles, as she flashed a contagious grin, emanating her optimism, “Yah—I mentioned for quite some time now, she’s a great friend from my college days.” She sighs heavily as her eyes probably glisten because of reminiscing her past days with her, knowing how much it probably means to her. “Glad we’re still able to keep in touch, whether it’s online or personal…”

You slowly nodded as you’re invested with her small introduction, and then thought of a lovely banter towards her. “You have so many friends, Eunbi—wonder how many more I haven’t met or maybe—” You chuckle from what you’re formulating, making Eunbi pique her curiosity as you continue, “—you’re even friends with some celebrities at this point.”

“Yah! Can’t blame myself for having a lot of contacts.” Eunbi brushes her hair off her shoulders, fixing herself as she continues, “Besides, you’ll like her—she’s shy and sweet, pretty much you, but a girl version. Also, don’t be intimidated by her look. She may look strict but that’s just how her stare is.”

Those piques your interest towards Hyewon because of her relativity towards your personality according to hers—maybe she’s a little overexaggerated but no blatant and evident lie can past and be utter on Eunbi’s own lips—that’s how angelic she is, but only if you knew what lies within…

Eunbi holds your wrists as she enthusiastically drags you towards the coffee shop that she always loves to visit and has a drink to calm her mind with. You could feel yourself smiling uncontrollably on how eager Eunbi is when it comes to introducing Hyewon to you, and with that reassurance, you’re getting yourself onto the brink of excitement, fully-invested into meeting her.

Yet, you always say this yourself and swear until the end of time: no matter how beautiful and captivating they can be, you’ll always lay your eyes and your whole love towards Eunbi and her only, no matter what happens.

This will be an interesting one and little did you know, your expectation will be surpassed by your desires and mostly, Eunbi’s.

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“H-Hi…”

“Hello, you must be Hyewon?” You continued the awkward meeting between the both of you, as you can feel how shy she is and most likely, seeing yourself in her and because of Eunbi’s excellent practice with you, you managed to initiate the better blow as you can feel herself getting comfortable.

“Yes… Y-You must be Eunbi-unnie’s boyfriend, oppa?”

“Uhm…” You fix your composure as you meet your eyes towards hers, making her more assured and interested towards you. “Y-Yeah, Hyewon… Also, how did you know?”

Hyewon just laughed a little, covering her mouth with her hands and fixing her hair, her captivating mannerisms finally making you like her as you find it presentable and attractive. “Well, Eunbi-unnie talked about you for quite s-some time, that’s why I knew you, oppa, hihi…”

Now being enlightened, you nodded with her explanation as the both of you further conversed with each other, talking about little topics as you wait for Eunbi on the counter, ordering some coffee and with more time left to wait, the anticipated drinks are now finally within both your grasps as Eunbi happily introduces Hyewon to you.

“I’m sure the both of you have talked to each other, already, since we’ve got here.” Eunbi optimistically approached the both of you while distributing your respective drinks as you thanked her, appreciating how she did it herself even though you insisted on ordering it—maybe Eunbi wanted you to really talk with Hyewon, and introduce yourself to her in your own way without her influence. “See, babe, Hyewon’s just chill—I knew you’d like her.”

You scoffed as you do agree with Eunbi—your first impression with Hyewon is that she’s mostly introverted and calm, her demeanor most likely intimidating but nonetheless, she’s composed and a little sophisticated, on your own observation. As few more laughs ensued as well as interesting topics that spice up such hooking conversations, you then asked on the most polite manner, on why did Eunbi bring you and Hyewon here and as per Hyewon’s side, is it really appropriate for her to really barge in between the both of you? Isn’t she getting jealous?

Well, Eunbi insisted herself to introduce Hyewon to you so why would she be jealous in the first place? You may doubt that there is a complete absence of jealousy that she can feel—maybe a hint of it, but nonetheless, she isn’t really that sensitive of a girl as she knows how well your boundaries are and how much you love her than anybody else.

“Well, about that…” Eunbi sips on her straw with a nice amount of such sweet concoction of coffee and cream, then continues her response. “Hyewon actually wanted to say something to you, babe so, I hope you don’t mind being on what she’s going to say.”

Hyewon then faces Eunbi as they met eyes, glaring at her as that’s not what she wanted, for now—Hyewon wanted Eunbi to direct her proposition towards you, since Eunbi’s connection to you is eternal and unbreakable, so to Hyewon’s surprise, she didn’t expect Eunbi to really change her mind as it’s too late to retaliate, and all Hyewon could do is speak as your all ears on her.

“But why me?” Hyewon whispers on Eunbi as she encourages her to just say it directly towards you, knowing she wouldn’t lose anything and you, wouldn’t mind anything she will share for you even though you’ve met her just today—it’s maybe the utter reassurance of Eunbi and your comfort towards her and yes, you like her, too.

Of course, you swore until the day you die, that you’ll love Eunbi and she’s the only woman you’ll be with but Hyewon, she’s a different breed in your own opinion—her pretty face is really what got you, brushing off that intimidating demeanor earlier as her impeccable features are pretty similar on what made you love Eunbi even more: sharp nose, oval face, porcelain skin and of course, those, plump lips.

Having the courage built up upon herself, Hyewon composed herself and made it so that you won’t feel any discomfort for her—maybe, thanking Eunbi too for her reassurance to build up such an incredible courage that led up to this moment. “I w-want to feel you, oppa…”

With a sudden embarrassment, Hyewon suddenly covered her face with her hands as she faced against you, sipping her coffee to calm her down as Eunbi scoffed a little, finding Hyewon’s attempts cute yet on the verge of ineffectiveness. Of course, you were baffled on what Hyewon had said towards you as it could mean a lot of things but being enlightened will be better, and Eunbi will do a great job with that because you trust her with all your heart.

“Ahh, babe—I haven’t really talked to you about this, I’m sorry—” Eunbi took another sip, before holding her hands to you, reassuring you that everything’s fine and nothing’s going off-track. “—but aside from introducing her, Hyewon wanted to take this opportunity to—” Eunbi looks left and right, wanting nobody to hear such sinful words except for the both of you and Hyewon as she continues, “—experience such great sex, and I know you’re a great one, babe. So, if you would want to do it with Hyewon, then it’s going to be fine.”

Well, that was all of sudden and you were caught off-guard with it. You know how Eunbi is open when it comes to talking about sexual desires and her wants but you never thought that it would lead to this moment, wanting to have sex with her friend that you barely knew anything about. Such lustful activities with Eunbi isn’t novel between the both of you—that explains how much you’ve railed her tight cunt a week ago that she couldn’t walk a day after and dumped a healthy load down her throat on a restaurant’s restroom three days ago.

Again, you’re not new to this but just in utter shock at how things immediately unfold at the speed of light and knowing how you can see the eagerness in Hyewon’s eyes, you wouldn’t dare to say know but you need further time to discuss things thoroughly. So, excusing Hyewon with Eunbi in the nicest way possible, you then hold Eunbi’s wrist and drag her to the nearest restroom possible, wanting to talk this out as you can’t possibly comprehend what’s happening right now.

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“You talked about this with Hyewon a long time ago, did you? Is this on purpose?” Your tone is sharp, wanting to question her real actions towards you as you're too flabbergasted to comprehend anything and with Eunbi’s side, she just wants to help her friend on her needs to, and that’s what she needs to explain all thoroughly to you.

“No, babe—I mean, y-yes, she did point it out but I insisted on you being that man for her, she never suggested you but with my assurance, she agreed. I’m sorry if I didn’t talk about this towards you, babe…” Eunbi lets out a sigh of relief as she feels guilty for not letting you know about this first yet your heart crumbles seeing her anxious like this—she’s your kryptonite and can’t bear to see her being on her lowest or in her possible sadness because it breaks your heart into pieces.

“I mean, Eunbi—this is just crazy, no?” Your flummoxed state didn’t help in any of your decisions to come up to a final conclusion. You just shake your head, and licked your lips, thinking of the possible decision to agree with what she offered as Eunbi reassures you right after.

“Yeah, this is crazy babe but are you willing to? It’s alright for Hyewon if you don’t want—” You the interrupt her with a snap of your fingers as she shuts her mouth, now concluding something after a well-observed round of judgment.

“I’ll say it to Hyewon herself, alright, Eunbi?”

She didn’t hesitate to nod as you came up with the right term: to say it in front of her—even though she’ll be pleased or saddened with your rejection, then it’s probably going to be better to say off what you wanted in front of her and without any time to waste, you and Eunbi got out of the restroom—of course, not in a suspicious manner since you know what people’s mind can think of these days—and came up with the final conclusion.

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“So, maybe…” You let out a deep sigh as you looked at Eunbi, and then averted towards Hyewon again, smiling as she felt assured with your faint grin. “We can do it, as long you’re comfortable with it, of course.”

Your subtle reassurance makes her smile as she can’t believe that you’ll agree with her, as you just wanted to help Hyewon even though you barely knew her, and that is mostly thanks to Eunbi. Not so long after, she interrupts too as she doubles the efforts on making Hyewon trust you as Eunbi herself pretty much involves her trust towards you when having such a loving, steamy session.

“It’s alright, Hyewon—my baby’s a great person to have fun with and she can take care of you as much as he always does to me, so, don’t be scared and trust him, okay?” Hyewon nods with a faint smile curling her lips, then saying an almost-inaudible “thank you” before you can interrupt again and strengthen Eunbi’s assuring remarks. “Yeah, don’t worry, Hyewon—I’ll stop if you want to, okay? As much as proceeding, okay?”

Your brain still can’t help to comprehend such an incredible confession about Hyewon that mostly was helped by Eunbi—you knew something’s fishy right from the start but if a lovely woman of the girl of your life wants something to be fulfilled, then you’ll gladly help her out as this is just the beginning of what could be an insane session and with your coffee’s almost halfway through and wanting to end the day with a paramount of a bliss, then you would likely oblige to your wants as you invited them to go over Eunbi’s place and god, what can they have in store for this evening…

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Hyewon’s coyness probably tends to allure you and captivate you, yet she fails to fully let you fall under her spell—not to disparage or brush off her natural captivating demeanor by that but it’s just the fact that you’re mostly investing your love towards Eunbi, but maybe, you can be enlightened if Hyewon pulled a great trick up her sleeve.

“Oh, you have such a great place, unnie—woah, this looks better than where I reside, gosh.” Hyewon’s in awe as her eyes wander around the spacious place, starstrucked on how simple yet glamorous this place is in her eyes.

“Isn’t your place great too, Hyewon? I’m sure it’s as good as this…” Eunbi replies back, feeling optimistic that Hyewon’s maybe just overexaggerating things as it’s probably great as she expected. It’s only expectation between the both of them because they haven’t really got the chance to see each other’s places but now, maybe it’s start of the time where everything going to get back on their original tracks—everything just gets unveiled, one by one, and maybe later, will lead to a bigger revelation.

“I doubt it, unnie. I mean, it’s not that bad but yours is better—”

“Ladies…” You interrupt their small talk with your manly voice, startling them a little. “Are we going to compare each other’s places or set ourselves towards the show, hm?”

Eunbi playfully slaps your stomach, as it did little-to-no-pain but regardless, you jokingly caressed it, playing how painful it is in a sarcastic way. “Don’t mind him, Hyewonnie—sometimes, he’s just getting too horny and impatient.”

“Yah! I’m not like that, Eunbi—you’re mostly the one who begs for dear life.” You bat out against her, knowing how those claims are close to being inaccurate and Eunbi’s enthusiasm taking over her, tending to probably over exaggerate things that she shouldn’t. It doesn’t matter where does it end up as both feeling are mutual—she can turn you on within a flick of her fingers as much as you do towards her, and it’s not even close to exerting effort as the both of you magnetize within each other’s touch, the last things you’ll probably see is her body pressed against yours, her heat emanating how needy she is for you.

“Don’t tell you’re not like that too, babe.” Of course, you wouldn’t act such a hypocrite to deny any of those facts as you gave up battling an argument against her.

“Okay, okay, Eunbi—I am, so—” You clicked your tongue as your eyes averted towards them, anticipating what they may have in store for the three of you. “—how are we going to start this off?”

Both of their eyes met together, almost feeling like some telekinetic energy surged through the air as they instantly knew what they wanted to do, especially Hyewon. “Well, maybe I need to say everything we have in plan, babe.”

Eunbi looks up as she tiptoes a little, just to whisper into your ear but god, that sultry, seductive voice never fails to turn you on off the roof. It’s one of your weaknesses that could literally make you submissive or in the best way possible, fall into the darkness—the darkness where it’s a void with only yourself succumbing to lust and there’s no way of returning back to the light. Now, with Eunbi leading the way, you whisper to yourself how great this can be as adrenaline is now pumping down your veins, anticipation finally kicking in to you as the night is still young and it’s only going to start.

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“Has a man done this to you, Hyewon?” Eunbi traces her dainty fingers up Hyewon’s thighs as she faintly whimper due to the sudden sensitivity she has been teasing her, and for not so long too, Eunbi averted her attention towards you, and voiced exactly what Hyewon wants and with foreplay building up, it should start small.

“What is it, Eunbi?”

“Well, can you stand and then lean against that wall, babe? Thanks, and Hyewon, kneel down in front of him.” Eunbi’s commands didn’t go deaf on both your ears and Hyewon’s as you immediately obliged to her imperative advances. Knowing the words that escaped her lips, you knew exactly what Hyewon would want as you reassure her as she still feels shy but you can see the lust behind it, and it’s only going to get better from here.

“I guess you probably know what she’ll do, babe.”

“Hah—of course I do, Hyewon kneeling down here is pretty obvious.” You respond hubristically and with your confidence and willingness about the anticipating turn of events, Hyewon faintly smiles because of the sudden surge of serotonin spiking up, feeling really confident on what she’s about to show you.

“Aren’t you going to join, Eunbi?”

Eunbi clicks her tongue, cock an eyebrow to you as she smirks, “Well, about that, I would like to observe how Hyewon does it. I’d like to give her everything I always loved and Hyewonnie—” She then squatted to become in level with Hyewon, uttering such words that could enhance the possible masterclass that Hyewon will do. “—don’t rush and make my baby feel good, okay? The most important thing here is the both of you getting pleasured and delighted.”

Eunbi’s such an incredible instructor—you mutter upon yourself as it’s always evident whenever she teaches something to someone or even just you. You love how eager and conspicuous her happiness is when it’s for the better of the people she’s attached with—it feels like she’s a gift from heaven, an angel in disguise as she’s too down-on-earth yet you know deep inside those genuine smiles of hers are the primal lust that she’s been consumed onto, and it’s not even an effort knowing it with the refulgent shining of her orns, full of lust and wants.

“You gotta undress his bottom-half first, Hyewon—I guess you know how to do it right.” With Eunbi’s command comes an immediate obligatory response: you can just see Hyewon’s hands working on unbuckling your belt and the buttons of your pants. You can see her hands shaking a little, knowing it’s her nervousness and to ease her up a little, you helped her to undress your defenses one by one yet Eunbi isn’t a fan of this, clicking her tongue and calling you out.

“Babe, let Hyewon do the job, alright? Just relax and enjoy the show.”

With Eunbi’s straight remarks, Hyewon confirms that she can finish her job herself and doesn’t need your help as she also wanted you to just indulge and voice out your satisfaction.

“You sure, Hyewon?”

“Y-Yes, oppa—I can do this…”

Now with your pants on your ankles, Hyewon’s eyes lit up with the erecting shaft that’s been captivating her under those frustrating garments, and to reassure her further, Eunbi gave her words of encouragement, saying it’s all going to be fine.

“I know this is crazy, Hyewon but trust me—he likes it, alright? All you need to do is to show us how great you can be. Consider this as your training.”

Even though Hyewon is not naïve in these kinds of situations, it still shows how nervous and how she lacks experience but nonetheless, you’re confident that she’ll do good yet you won’t get your expectations high—maybe, a little part of you may swallow those words once she latched her mouth on your swollen head but an action preceding your expectations will conclude your judgment.

Now grabbing the hem of your boxers, Hyewon undresses it as it goes down to your ankles and god, she’s eyeing your meat like she’s going to devour it as her eyes glistening with hunger and lust says enough. Her gorgeous, black orbs analyzes every length that she sees as she coos in amazement, genuinely excited on how your length could feel inside and most importantly, how incredible it looks in front of her.

“Oh my god, unnie…” Hyewon slowly palmed your thighs as she’s still flummoxed with your length, unable to articulate anything but just in awe. “He’s so big…”

Eunbi chuckles as she bites her lips right after, worshiping your succulent meat right on her sight with only her eyes. “He’s indeed big, Hyewon. That’s the most perfect cock you’ll ever laid your eyes upon and you’ll see why I’m so addicted to it…”

Giving the green light to Hyewon, she then wrapped her digits around your rod, feeling how its warmth already made you euphoric as she stroked it a little, a faint moan escaping your lips because of it.

“I’d consider lubricating his shaft with your saliva, Hyewon. You wouldn’t want a man you’re sucking to have a painful burn with rough strokes.” Eunbi suggests towards Hyewon as she’s absolutely right—rough strokes are the bane of your existence as lubrication will make anything feel a hundred times better. With all of that, Hyewon managed to still question something that makes Eunbi a little bit confused.

“But isn’t it not too bad if I stroked it like that, unnie?”

“It’s never bad but the lubrication is still needed, of course. It helps the man and the won’t just excrete fluids on their own. Also—” Eunbi pointed out the slit of your swollen head, leaking with that colorless liquid and with that in sight, she wouldn’t want Hyewon to waste a single drop off that.

“There you go, trace a little of that and taste it. You could suck it if you want more intimacy, Hyewon.”

“Ooh~” Hyewon coos, finding it gratifying tasting one of your treasured nectars as she licks her index finger clean after collecting a desirable amount.

“How did it taste, Hyewon?” Eunbi’s interest is piqued as Hyewon can’t stop squealing, too focused on admiring your shaft with leisure strokes and playful swipes on your head.

“A bit salty, unnie—I like it.” Without wasting any time with just collecting and teasing, her lips then part onto your shaft as she planted wet kisses onto every inch of it, not leaving anything blessed with her intimate pecks. She grew impatient due to her hunger for cock, and eventually, she latched her lips onto your swillen cockhead and started sucking it, your sensitivity now off the roof as it’s actually great considering how much pleasurable it was than what you expected. She swirls her tongue to add up to the heat of the moment and god, she’s a natural at this as she alternates between doing that and sucking just the tip, leaving small streams of saliva on your shaft and some on the corners of her mouth.

With the constant flicks of her tongue onto the frenulum and then going deeper as she gives in to her debauchery masterclass, Hyewon is a gifted woman with a gifted mouth, and she can make you moan like Eunbi can, then it’s just safe to say that she’s incredible at giving you head yet this is only the beginning of a spectacular show that’s about to unfold.

“Such a natural, hm, Hyewon? Why don’t you try and go deeper, hm?” Eunbi fixes her beautifully-tied pigtails, gaining a better leverage onto instructing Hyewon. “He loves it whenever I go deep and hear those moans he makes? That means he’s loving this, so, keep it up…”

Wanting to go deeper herself, she tries what Eunbi wanted her to do as greed took over her, taking your whole length slowly as she bobs her head frantically, eventually gagging on the spot. It’s becoming too much for Hyewon and with that, such a euphoric session has been abruptly stopped, herself ejecting out of your length as she coughs a little, becoming too risky to take it whole and greed putting a nail to the coffin.

“Hyewon, you shouldn’t take his cock like that deep immediately. You should be slow and patient and work your way deeper.” Eunbi caresses Hyewon’s hair as she reassures her and knowing Hyewon wouldn’t give up that easily, she opted to take you in again and following Eunbi’s advice for extreme pleasure and gratification between the both of you. Now, with her patience taking over her, she laps her tongue onto to your tip and took only half of your length in which, resulted into your brain going haywire again due to the pillowy softness of her mouth and the warmth enveloping over it—not to mention the hint of pain cause by the serrated culprit, which is her teeth that lives up to your guilty pleasure of masochism.

She bobs her head at such a moderate pace, unlike the greed earlier that made her suffer from her actions as every second that passes is savored between the both of you, each of your carnal desires slowly corrupting the both of you, descending towards the darkness—that damn darkness akin to the lustful void you’ve dived yourself into. Her hands aren’t idle as she knew the basic fundamentals of a great blowjob: to fondle your balls with care as a little stimulation is enough to make your knees weak and her warm palm sharing its emanating heat within your skin, caressing it slowly as her touch is as tantamount as her mouth giving away the greatest gratification possible. Eunbi is in awe on how she’s doing an incredible job, slobbering all over your length and slurping on it like she’s been deprived on it for months now—technically, that’s the case and whether it’s figurative or literal, it’s always evident how a girl is hungry for something with the sounds that resonates around your ear.

“God, you look so fucking hot sucking his dick, Hyewonnie. Look at yourself too—” Eunbi averted her eyes towards the mess Hyewon has created all over her clothes, her cleavage and her mouth, such drool capable for any person to think how much Hyewon is enjoying the succulent taste of your shaft as Eunbi was right, Hyewon’s going to be addicted by this for dear life. Eunbi continues to stroke Hyewon’s dark locks as she praises her because of her incredible work and with her confidence going up, she’s now introducing an incredible pace as she hollows her cheeks for a vacuum-like suction, taking more than a half of your length now and frantically bobbing her head, signaling how she’s giving in to primal urges and desires. She slobbered all over your dick like it’s her last, and savored every moment of it, even if it means for her to gag multiple times yet even though she fights the urge to pull out, she inevitably can’t as she ejects her warm mouth out of your raging length, coughing a little as the mess she’s made is now copious than it was earlier—her lipstick smudging onto the vicinity of the base of your shaft, strings of saliva connected onto your swollen head and then her mouth, and her makeup running down her cheeks due to the tears of her constant gags from earlier, making her a disheveled mess.

“You a-alright, Hyewon?” You grew concerned as she seems struggling to breathe because of her hostile nature on slobbering over your length that oxygen became the profound enemy yet she states that she’s fine, and that makes sigh in relief.

“Oppa’s c-cock is just too b-big to handle…”

Eunbi laughs as she smiles at Hyewon, knowing that she’ll soon say that as it’s damn true—even Eunbi struggles to tame that beast within you, even with plethora of times that she’s taken you down her throat, she still constantly struggles due to the gifted length and girth you have. Of course, not even Hyewon complains but rather, loving it because of how she can manage to push her limits off to what she can possibly do, and you, a great example to help her with that.

“It’s alright, Hyewon. You’re a natural at this—keep that up and make him cum, alright? I know he’s pretty close…” Eunbi cocks an eyebrow at Hyewon, signaling her to give everything she has as you know you’re near on your release yourself—and it’s pretty impressive how Eunbi knows how near your approaching orgasmic trance will be, considering how your relationship and herself knowing tiny details about you makes up to her accurate prediction. Maybe it’s not even a prediction at this point, more so, a gut feeling and the visible throbbing of your shaft making her know of your near release and god, it’s just awfully close.

Hyewon isn’t just going to stare at your dick like it’s a long-lost artifact she piqued her interest in, yet instead, she converts that arousal into actions as she continues to suck you off, like a popsicle that can’t get enough. With her constant fondling of your sensitive balls and her ruthless pace onto your shaft, you can’t possibly contain the profanities escaping your mouth as you voice how great Hyewon’s oral service is and with those green lights being muttered, she picks up the pace and further brings you in closer to your high. Her feverish strokes onto the base of your shaft further puts you on the edge of release as Eunbi encourages Hyewon to keep up the good work as she bites her lip in satisfaction, feeling gratified with erotic sight of Hyewon gagging and slobbering over his boyfriend’s perfect cock.

“Also, Hyewon, make eye contact with him. That’s important because with your eyes, you can portray multiple emotions all at once.” Such striking details won’t get passed by Eunbi’s judgmental approach towards the eroticism the both of you emanate and again, it’s goddamn true—such an intimate and endearing look between the both of you can indeed portray a plethora of emotions that can rather increase the quality of pleasure. With Eunbi’s advice, Hyewon then locks her gaze onto yours as all you can see is how engaged she is, full of lust as every bob portrays her willingness to do this and your anticipated load.

It wouldn’t last that long even if you want to savor her warmth for hours as suddenly, your dam broke loose.

“Fuck, I’m g-gonna cum, Hyewon, Eunbi—fuck, shit!”

Now with Hyewon still blowing you with a ruthless face, Eunbi formulates an idea faster than the speed of light as her oral expertise comes into play, offering a proposition. “Pull out if you want him to paint your face or keep bobbing if you want his load deep down your throat, okay, Hyewon?”

Hyewon eagerly nods as she keeps sucking you off, signaling that she wants your load as deep as possible. She then submerges her whole mouth onto your length, up to the back of her throat as she gags constantly but Eunbi guides her, her hands pushing Hyewon’s head until her lips meet the base of your shaft, reaching incredible depths that she thought was nigh-impossible. Now, with Hyewon’s hands gripping your thighs onto dear life and her tight throat constricting around your length, you couldn’t hold it much longer as you shoot thick spurt if your delectable seed, filling it up to the brim as she takes it all like a good girl, despite her constant gagging and her breaths being restricted because of your whole length. Eunbi didn’t influence much, as she lets go of her grip on Hyewon’s head as soon as you voice out your blissful release and ultimately, you do short thrusts into her mouth to keep your orgasm extended but the inevitable will soon happen as it slowly dies, catching your breath from your euphoric trance. Hyewon then pulls out immediately as Eunbi directs her to not swallow it yet and commends her excellent blowjob yet of course, Eunbi not utterly impressed (she still appreciates Hyewon’s efforts but not that much) as she didn’t get her expectation up, since Hyewon isn’t really used to this but nonetheless, she showed her great capabilities and her natural talent.

“Don’t swallow and stick your tongue out to him. Show him the healthy load he has given you.” Again, for like the hundredth time, Hyewon does as she's been told, sticking out her tongue towards you as she’s proud about the creamy load you gave her and with her innocent eyes building up the oxymoron of this filthy mess she has gone into. Now, incredibly aroused and in awe with her beautiful, disheveled visage, you then commanded her to swallow as Eunbi didn’t mind it, knowing you have the control over her too and god, her face and its expression after eagerly swallowing your creamy load is such an arousing as you couldn’t ask more.

This was just one of the few things they have up their sleeve and you’re absolutely into the game, wanting more as your carnal desires are the obvious culprits of your horniness.

“Did it taste good, Hyewon?”

“It d-does, unnie—it’s so creamy and a l-little sweet…” She replies back with a faint smile on her face, still catching her breath due to the intense blowjob session that has ensued.

“Hyewon—I c-can’t believe you’re a natural at this.” Of course, you can’t really comprehend how good she is as you didn’t expect her to be this daring and great and you wouldn’t complain for various and obvious reasons. With your compliment, Hyewon blushed a little as she felt grateful being constantly acknowledged with her skills yet of course, you can see the lust burning on her eyes as she wanted more, and you wouldn’t dare to really stop her on that because you wanted more yourself.

“Well, maybe it’s time for the main event, babe…” Eunbi then stood up from her previous kneeling position as Hyewon does it too right after, knowing what the future may hold once Eunbi said those specific words.

“Are you sure with this, Hyewon?” You still feign hesitance, knowing that it may seem uncomfortable with Hyewon and maybe even Eunbi that you’re going to have some filthy sex with her friend yet all of your thoughts contradicts on what they want—Eunbi insisted you to have her own permission for the best experience for her friend and Hyewon, starting this alone means that she’s comfortable with you and it grew better considering how your small moans of pleasure increased her confidence and your reassurance that made her feel better.

“See, Hyewon wants it, babe—don’t keep her waiting.” Noticing how eager Hyewon had been, she then puts a little bit of a show in front of you, stripping her clothing so leisurely that it’s agonizing to watch considering you want to see her impeccable features badly, as soon as possible. Knowing this, Eunbi has a different thought in mind and decides to step in to the show, interrupting her Hyewon’s spectacular masterclass as you frowned a little because of it.

“No, Hyewon, I think my baby needs to strip for you, how about that?” Being enlightened with Eunbi’s proposition, Hyewon herself can’t really turn that down because that thought alone arouses her, and with her pleading eyes captivating you to do what Eunbi has told, you didn’t hesitate to fulfill everyone’s needs as you came up to Hyewon, inching dangerously close towards her as you palm the straps of her brown, cotton dress and lets gravity do the work, letting it run a little, dropping it below her shoulders. You can feel her hot breath against yours as she voiced her satisfaction with the way you’re stripping her—slowly and surely, unbuttoning her dress one by one as you whisper how good she's been earlier and in return, she voice how juicy and addicting you were.

“I guess you’re so gifted, oppa—your cock is amazing—oh fuck…”

“You’re a natural too, Hyewon. Maybe a few more improvements then you’ll be on par like your unnie.”

With the heated tension between the both of you, Eunbi manages to bat out how incredibly arousing the sight is, sharing how that’s probably the sight between you and Eunbi everytime the both of you get sexually heated against each other.

“That’s how hot we probably look when we get heated, right, babe?”

“Yeah, Eunbi—kinda want to see the sight too but I guess I don’t need it anymore.” Well, it’s evident and obvious because you’re literally in the front seat of a splendid show between you and Hyewon. Now, with the last button restraining her to let her impeccable beauty be visible with your eye, you slowly unbuttoned and god, you’re instantly blessed with her hourglass figure and a scrumptious sight of her tight body: slender, small waist flexing a little of her abdominal muscles, her perky yet large mounds that’s been contained with a brown, strapless bra and her probably dripping pussy covered with a brown-laced thong, that’s complimenting the colors of her outfit. You were starstrucked with her incredible figure as much as Eunbi is, and with that, you can’t help but palm her hips and admire every inch of her delectable features, probably mouth-watering at the sight of it and imprinting a picture on your mind.

“Foreplay is part of having a great session of sex, Hyewon. So, if he caresses and feels her touch all over your body, feel free to voice out how good it is, okay?”

Hyewon nods as you start to strip the last defenses concealing her pure beauty, flicking and letting everything run from her smooth skin and gravity doing the work. With her last bit of clothing now onto the floor, deeming it useless, you take a look to admire her beautiful features again but this time, her apparent nipples and her glistening pussy is now visible, making you even riled up as your cock inevitably twitches from the sight. You then undress your clothing, making everything mutual between the both of you and as you do so, you ask Eunbi another question that will surely intrigue her and make everything even spicier.

“Don’t you want to join us, Eunbi?”

“Yeah, unnie—it would be really good if you join us here with us.‘

As much as Eunbi wants to join, there are two things that are stopping her from her desires and it’s for the better on all parties: firstly, she wanted to instruct Hyewon what’s the best ways to make the session best for both worlds and some techniques that can make her a greater fuck; and second, she badly wanted to watch someone having sex and any sexual activities as that thought (not anymore) turns her on incredibly well that she just wants to watch everything unfolds within her eyes’ reach—talk about peak voyeurism, then its paramount on her mind right now.

“I’d rather watch and make the best of Hyewon, but thanks though—hey, proceed, babe…”

You’re quicker than a predator catching prey, your clothes now off and deeming it useless as you approach Hyewon, pinning her slowly as you grasp her waist and onto the bed. Hyewon trusts you with all her heart as her eyes glistens with need and you immediately can sense how much she wanted this for a long time, so, without depriving her from your touch, you brush your swollen head onto her labia, teasing her as she cries in her own sensitivity and utmost pleasure. Wanting to build up the anticipation and to be gentle with her, you further tease her glistening lips and this time, adding some fingers to stimulate her further, her moans now increasing in volume because of the pleasure coursing down her veins.

“May I, Hyewon?” Your hands then coursed its way onto the bedsheets and then, towards her stomach, as you asked her permission for mutual understanding and agreement.

“Please d-do, oppa—oh gosh, fu—fuck…” Given the green light, you immediately palmed a handful of her breasts as you fondle them, caressing her mounds and feeling its softness is such an addicting act and with that, you can’t really find yourself to let go of it and continue what you’re best at. Her moans really fuels you to let out your deepest desires, stimulating her further as you latch your mouth onto her neck, giving it small pecks that lets her know how much you’re loving this and of course, to further elevate the heat emanating around the bedroom.

“Let it all out, Hyewon—let your voice be the fuel for him to further fuck you and babe—” Eunbi palms your skin, from the back as she leisurely ran her hands down your buttcheeks, caressing it as her touch further arouses you. She didn’t waste a single second and voice out what’s the best for the both of you. “—give her the fucking she absolutely deserves, alright? Want to see how you’ll ruin an incredibly beautiful girl like her…”

With Eunbi’s green light and the urge to further indulge to your own primal debauchery, you further inform Hyewon that it’s about time for the climax as she doesn't even hesitate to nod and agree and with a single flash of light, you plunge your length slowly inside her. The both of you groaned in the mix of pain and pleasure, as each other’s elements of a great, pleasurable intercourse checks all boxes and it’s just way too euphoric to be true. You now start to ensue such a sluggish pace, moving your hips in tandem with her angelic moans that bless everybody’s ears as you grasp her shoulders for a leverage onto a better quality of your thrusts.

“God—Hyewon, you’re so fucking tight—oh fuck!”

“You’re b-big too, oppa—ahh, oh my—ahh, fuck!!”

As you voice out such intense spikes of pleasure and lustful feeling against each other, Eunbi then voiced how incredible the sight is and how goddamn arousing to watch your length suddenly disappearing inside her wet folds as it hypnotizes her, the slow movements you’re ensuing finally making her realize how hot to watch sex scenes with you are.

“Damn, babe—look at her eyes. She’s starting to see stars at this point, god—also, keep that pace for now babe and Hyewon—” Hyewon then averted her eyes towards Eunbi that just had joined on the bed, feeling too much pleasure and drowsy as Eunbi stroked her hair again, making her feel reassured that she’s taking you well and that alone, makes her plant a smile of satisfaction. “—you’re doing good, okay? Keep that up and it’s only to get better from here.”

She then holds your arms for leverage to fight the pleasure and to further admire the filthy mess that has been created since the time you’ve plunged your entire length in her. The constant jiggles of her buttcheeks and her thighs makes such an arousing sight as it hypnotizes you and to top off with that, her cunt spills her treasured nectar very often that it’s getting much easier to thrust inside her in an incredible pace and of course, to coat the vicinity of your nether regions with Hyewon’s own fluids. With a newly-profound pace, you kept your mind clouded onto giving her such a spectacular feeling as every thrust does wonder on both your brains, mostly Hyewon’s since it has been a while since she had one and god, the faces she makes and the eye contact she does whenever you withdraw, and then slammed back in her is alluring and arousing.

With a paramount of an erotic sight being done thanks for the both of you, Eunbi can’t even help herself from getting turned on and decided to take this as an opportunity to derive pleasure from it. You didn’t even see Eunbi, nor even sense her stripping her clothing as you’re too busy giving Hyewon such hammering thrusts that makes her escape more alluring and sexy moans that just add up to the gasoline of the flames of lust inside you. Because of your rampant oscillations, Hyewon couldn’t contain anything as she’s on the verge of screaming because of the incredible surge of pleasure running down on her. She then wrapped her legs all around your waist in order to lock in with your thrusts and to not pull out, wanting her cunt constantly rammed in with your whole length as the wet squelching of it even adds to the symphony of erotic sounds that became music to each other’s ears.

With such a sinful sight of event turning into a pandemonium of filthy events and cacophonous sounds of moans and groans, it wouldn’t take long for the room to get heated up onto its hottest state as the constant clashing of bodies became apparent and made such a big difference. You didn’t even got the chance to know if Eunbi is still there on your back, watching the both of you—maybe even her presence alone—as you became so invested with Hyewon’s tight cunt that you could literally fuck her for days.

Well, that could be possible but we don’t know if Eunbi can even agree on that, or maybe even Hyewon herself.

“Fuck m-me harder, oppa—please—fuck!!”

You then double the efforts of your thrusts as her legs pull you even closer towards hers, initiating an intimate kiss that made her realize how she’s been deprived of this and how badly she wanted this. You immediately reciprocate onto the kiss as Eunbi even encourages the both of you to up the ante of the liplock, now sharing such intimacy and torrid pecks that further heats up the environment of this puny room.

“Love how his lips feel, Hyewon?” Eunbi asks with a smirk painting her face and eagerly, Hyewon nodded as it became the immediate response from hers as they completely indulge into the intimacy of the kiss but eventually, they pull out because of the oxygen running out. You didn’t waste time as you came back to your original pace, withdrawing with only the tip inside and then slamming back in, making her whimper in need and the utmost pleasure. You then thrust in her hard enough for your balls to slap against her constantly clenching puckered hole as you eye onto it, wanting that to be the next target as the thought of railing her from behind and fucking her ass is such an arousing though—well, you should probably focus on further onslaught of harsh thrusts into Hyewon’s wet, tight hole begging for another load because of its constant clenches.

You know how close she is as Eunbi can sense it too—her constant whimper in need and her eyes begging to sully her are one of the strongest evidences that someone fully-indulge themselves onto their own carnal desires and soon enough, she will be gifted because you can feel that familiar sensation in your loins knocking onto the door of your damn, about to break it apart and let everything loose again.

“Fuck her harder, baby—she’s about to cum and look at her—fuck, you look so fucking hot getting fucked into oblivion, Hyewon.”

Hyewon can’t really articulate to say anything now as the pleasure she’s been experiencing is on it's all-time high—you couldn’t blame her and neither can Eunbi: herself getting pounded into an absolute state of bliss is an evident reason for her unable to think straight and knowing the inevitable will soon come, you gave her the best final thrusts your hips can muster.

“Oppa—I’m g-gonna c-cum—ahh, fuck!!”

“God—m-me too, Hyewon—fuck, this pussy is—ahh, fuck!”

Eunbi is in utter shock, is surprised with two things—she didn’t think that Hyewon would last this long with an incredible dick of yours and second and this is where she was genuinely surprised, is the fact that you’re going to cum pretty earlier than what she expected.

Enough of that talk, with a few more thrusts, Hyewon immediately moaned out beautifully as she voices her euphoric high, creaming onto your cock like it’s her last as her thighs quiver in every spasm she does when attaining her orgasm. Her nectar immediately coated everything in its vicinity: the bed sheets, your balls, your constantly-pumping length and both of your thighs and clearly too arousing to handle and it’s such a sight to behold and treasure. Your high, didn’t come late as she locks her legs around your waist, wanting you to fill her up to the hilt as you do so, burying your entire length in her as you let out series of pleasure-laced moans and of course, shooting thick shots of your seed inside her tight, velvety cunt. You could just feel yourself submerging onto the euphoric state of bliss, the highest amongst all gratification as you can’t comprehend how good it felt and after it slowly died, you slowly pulled out of her tightness and watch your hard work seep out of her freshly-fucked pussy.

“God—t-that was a lot, babe…”

After comprehending the sudden pleasure you just indulge yourself into, you then quickly come back to your senses as when you’re going to apologize, Hyewon interrupts you with a reassuring smile as she wanted this all along.

“Don’t w-worry, oppa—I wanted this and I took a pill before t-this.”

So, she knew this may work long ago? Why did Eunbi get to make it clandestine against you?—These thoughts wander around your brain yet dismiss them as soon as you see how a show-stopper Hyewon’s sight is: completely ruined, a disheveled mess and enervated because of your own doings. Knowing how great Hyewon took you in, Eunbi smiled at her proudly, happy for her to experience such an elevating act that’s more than greatness thanks to you.

“It feels good right, Hyewon?”

“Yeah, u-unnie—hah, oppa’s so good…” Hyewon exasperatedly voiced out how great the session was as she fell limp, recovering from her recent high all achieved thanks to you. Eunbi then smiled at you with glee because of what you gave her friend for and she’s happy that everybody’s needs has been fulfilled yet of course, Eunbi herself wouldn’t just be the audience of your own show, she would like to be the part of it and there’s no better feeling in the whole world rather than fulfilling such needs of these hot women in front of you and maybe, it’s just going to get better from here.

“You can lay down, Hyewon and watch us—” Eunbi undresses her clothes swiftly as she brushes her hair hubristically as her confidence peaks off the roof. “—because I’ll show you how real freaks get to fuck each other.”

Well, of course, it’ll end up here and like you said earlier, the night is still young and with that being said, maybe everything is just going to get better from here as there’s more opportunities up your sleeves and it will all start within somebody.

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sugumii · 11 months

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Could I request Gepard and Jing Yuan receiving a bouquet of flowers from their gardener s/o?

The HSR boys with a Gardener! S/o: Giving them flowers

Warnings: Brief mention of blood in Blade’s, nothing gorey however.

Of course, here you are. I hope you enjoy it! This was very fun to write.

Jing Yuan-

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"Where did you get those, love?"

Curious golden eyes followed your approaching figure, eyeing the small bouquet of assorted flowers in your gloved hold. The stems were tied up neatly by a small red bow with plants composed of complimenting colors such as reds, pinks, and whites. The flowers were gorgeous, to say the least.

"I grew them in the garden!"

"The botanic garden? How beautiful." Jing Yuan murmured, leaning over your figure to get a better look at them. He was impressed by the talent you possessed to grow such extravagant varieties of plants as well as the time you found to care for them. The older male found himself envying you, wishing he had as much free time as you to try his hand at gardening. You looked at him with a small smile and offered the bouquet to him.

"Here, they're for you!"

The general paused.

"For... me?"

You chuckled and gently pushed them into his hands which he accepted with a grateful smile, admiring them with a loving gaze.

"Yes, love. I grew them for you."

A minuscule blush adorned the male's pale cheeks as he cleared his throat, slightly flustered at this unexpected present. Flowers... for him? In all his years of living, he never received such a thoughtful gift. Usually, it was him giving, not the other way around. Though, he supposes in that regard some merely accepted his gifts due to his immense wealth. The fact you were the first to give him such a meaningful gift moved him.

Jing Yuan's gaze remained fixated on the flowers. A tender smile graced his features and his eyes wrinkled in delight. You chuckled since you could tell he was ecstatic despite his calm exterior.

"Thank you, my beloved. They're absolutely divine... but not as radiant as you."

You grinned, happy that he was appreciative of your small token of love. Of course, you knew how fond of nature your lover was, constantly catching him smelling and caressing the flowers in the garden. He often took his evening strolls there, taking his time to admire the scenery around him.

Jing Yuan opened his arms, making sure to be careful with the flowers you had given him, and hugged you. You chuckled and hugged him back joyfully.

"You're so precious, my beloved. I truly do not deserve someone as wonderful as you."

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Ever since you had given your lover the colorful bouquet, you noticed him taking his breaks more often in the garden. Every sliver of free time he got, he spent with you and the garden. You'd often see him taking a peaceful stroll by his lonesome, bent over talking to someone. You remember glancing around your surroundings and sneaking up behind him in curiosity, wondering who he could possibly be talking to. It was then you saw the adorable sight of him crouched down, caressing a rose's petals with a small smile. He was telling the flora about the history of Xianzhou Luofu and how much love he held for you. It made your heart flutter at how adorable he was.

You had once mentioned how you enjoyed singing to your plants since it was a common belief that talking to them would make them grow faster. What you didn't expect was your handsome general to take your words to heart and begin doing it himself.

"Life is as ephemeral as dew on a leaf and full of worldly strife such as beings like you. Nature is quite beautiful." Jing Yuan recited, now holding a bird that was perched on his fingers. The bird sang happily in agreement, doing its best to help serenade the flowers. Your heart fluttered upon seeing the cute sight, it was like the scene was straight out of a fairy tale.

So this explains why your flowers bloomed so fast.

"Do remember, little ones... you must grow big and strong like a warrior for my s/o. Only then can you become vibrant and florish."

Gepard:

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"Are these... for me..?" The captain asked with flushed cheeks. An adorable pink hue painted his cheeks causing you to let out a laugh in response to his cuteness.

“Yes, honey. I grew them for you! Do you like them?”

“Like them?” He repeated, staring down at the small bouquet in his gloved hands. His heart was beating rapidly at the unexpected gift, making his mind hazy with happy thoughts of you. “Of course I do! I love them. I’ve never received a gift like this before so… it’s quite special to me.”

Your eyes widened at the newfound information. Really? That’s shocking, to say the least… a man as gorgeous as Gepard, not to mention the leader of the Silvermane Guards who constantly risks his life for the citizens of Belobog, never received flowers? This poor baby boy… you were definitely going to spoil him now!

“Never? Not even once?” You questioned further.

“Never…” He looked down with a shy expression, fidgeting on his feet.

“Whaaat?! That’s hard to believe… not even once as a thank you for protecting the city?”

Gepard looked at you with an embarrassed smile and shook his head.

“On the occasion that the citizens of Belobog do express their gratitude, they usually offer me gift baskets of fruit or thank you cards to which I try to reject… but not flowers.”

“That’s hard to believe.” You murmured with a thoughtful look. “Well, never mind that. I’m glad you like them! Surprisingly, they grew quicker than usual.”

It was then you noticed Gepard’s cheeks burning a brighter red as you flashed him an incredulous look. What was that boy blushing about now? Was it something you said?

“Is something the matter?” You asked with an eyebrow raised at the man’s responsive behavior.

“I- um… well, you see… they might've been growing because…” He murmured, the rest of his sentence falling on deaf ears. You shot him a confused glance since this was unusual of your boyfriend.

“What?”

“I said sometimes during my break I visit the garden… and I sing to the garden because Serval told me once if I sang to the flowers then maybe they’d start to grow faster…”

With a rigorous heartbeat, you placed a hand over your chest, blushing at his cuteness. Just how could someone be so precious?! Despite Gepard’s failed attempts at gardening with you (Mostly due to him accidentally exerting too much strength and pulling the roots off the flowers when transplanting or accidentally stepping on his newly planted flower with a horrified expression) he still did his best to help you. He always had a passion for outdoor hobbies, but just… made a few clumsy mistakes at times.

You launched yourself onto the embarrassed guard and squeezed him earning a sort of squeak in response.

“AHHH, Gepard! You’re so cute!”

"C-cute?!"

Let's just say said male almost died that day for the second time.

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Sampo-

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"Uhh... is this some kinda scam or something?" Sampo asked with a perplexed expression.

"No? It's just flowers." You replied with an equally confused expression.

"..."

Uncharacteristically, the violet-haired male was silent. For once, he had no idea what to say or how to react. This was just so... unexpected. Never in his wildest dreams did he expect to receive such a kind gift- flowers nonetheless.

It felt... weird.

"Do you want them or not?" You waved the bouquet in front of his face with a frown. The male seemingly snapped back from his thoughts and rubbed the back of his head with a nervous expression.

"If I do, what do you want in return?"

Laughter erupted from your throat at your lover's negotiation. Did he really think you were giving him a present only to expect something in return? Aeons, was bargaining the only thing this man knew how to do?

"I don't want anything. Only for you to take the flowers I grew for you!"

"You... grew these?" He replied in disbelief, finally taking the bundle of flowers from you. His eyes twinkled with amazement, very happy to have received such a beautiful gift. "I mean, of course, you grew these! Who else but my amazing and wonderful s/o could grow these?"

With that, the taller male hugged you, much to your surprise. You were caught off guard not expecting your boyfriend to hug you in public. Typically, he preferred to smother you in affection in the privacy of your home since he didn't want any bad guys to target you too. (Since he was quite the troublesome man, according to many of his customers.)

"I love you, Koski." You said, happily returning his embrace. His hands lowered to rest themselves on your waist as he grinned proudly.

"I love you too, sweets." The male thought for a moment before his eyes widened as an idea came to his head. "Say... why don't you teach The Sampo Koski how to garden with you? We could make some serious income from-"

"No!"

"Okay, okay, Sampo understands... it was worth a shot anyway." He murmured apologetically.

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"But seriously, babe... we could make a profit outta-"

"I said NO Koski!"

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Dan Heng-

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For once, Dan Heng was stunned.

And it wasn't because of the trailblazer digging through the trash can (fortunately.)

He stood still with his eyes in a daze, Never in his life did he expect you of all people to give him flowers. Of course, he's gone out of his way multiple times to purchase a bouquet for you occasionally, but he never expected you to return the favor. One you personally grew yourself too.

It felt... strange.

But it also warmed his heart at the same time.

His heartbeat was erratic as he stammered, much unlike him.

“Thank you, Y/n… but what’s the occasion?”

You hummed in thought, placing a hand on your chin as if in deep thought. Dan Heng awaited your reply while also admiring the flowers. He just couldn't remove his gaze from them. They were utterly gorgeous.

“Well, you know how Ms. Himeko and I were given some seeds as thanks from villagers at the last planet? Well, we decided to plant them and they grew the next day! Isn't that cool?” You rambled excitedly with a sparkle in your eyes. Dan Heng's felt a fluttery feeling in his chest at your enthusiastic tone. “I thought, 'Wow these are gorgeous, they’d look amazing in Dan Heng’s room!' So here I am giving them to you!”

“In my room?” He repeated. “You mean our room, right?” The look your boyfriend gave you was one of confusion and slight hurt. What did you mean by 'his' room?

“Yes, yes, our room. It’s just our room is so plain! I wanted to brighten it up a bit with something colorful, you know?” You said, smiling at him. You realized how your words may have come off wrongly and quickly added, “Not that your taste is bad or anything! I’m just used to colors everywhere since at my old home I used to garden a lot. Can’t really do much here on the express.”

“I see.”

Dan Heng looked at you with a kind smile and warmth in his heart. “Of course, I understand. Thank you, love. I appreciate the beautiful gift.”

“It’s no problem, darling.” You grinned, quickly jumping into his awaiting arms signaling he wanted a hug from you. You both stood there in each other’s embrace for a moment, cherishing the beat of each other's hearts. Together, you felt complete almost as if the whole world revolved around the two of you. Love was truly a beautiful thing. It made the both of you forget your current troubles, finding comfort in one another's presence.

Dan Heng smiled softly at you and kissed your forehead.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, darling.”

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“Ahem… Y/n? Where should I put the flowers?” Your boyfriend asked, looking for a flat surface to put them on. You squinted around the room before pointing at his bookshelf.

“How about on top of your bookshelf? There’s nothing to disturb them and if it fell it wouldn’t get anything wet there.”

"You're right. Perfect."

"Like you." You snickered, watching as Dan Heng's body stiffened when reaching up to place the flower pot. He desperately tried to hide his growing blush from you, but you already knew he had one. His body language said everything, after all.

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Blade-

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“What’s this?”

“Flowers.”

“…For who?”

“You, who else?”

Your boyfriend stared at the bouquet you were holding with a blank expression.

“…Why?”

You huffed, irritated at his difficult attitude. You knew he was just messing with you and succeeding at getting under your skin. Blade was quite the sadist, after all. He loved getting on your nerves. The smug expression on his face said it all. He was toying with you.

“Because I want to? I grew them in my garden. So, will you take them or not?”

The male thought for a moment. Not once in his entire lifetime had he dealt with an experience as awkward as this. No… he didn’t think you giving him flowers was an awkward gesture. Rather, he just felt that way because he didn’t know how to react. He’s been a man with a heavy burden on his shoulders weighing him down every day. His immortality constantly pressures him, causing his thoughts to consume his mind daily. He’s rarely experienced true happiness from gentle moments like these. He was just… unsure what to say.

Finally, he made up his mind. He reached his hand out, gently taking the flowers much to your surprise.

“…Thank you.”

Your heart swelled with happiness as you offered him a smile with your hands tied behind your back.

“You’re welcome~!”

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“Oh? What's this? The cold and tough Bladie has flowers? How interesting… I wonder who they’re from?” Kafka said with a teasing grin, watching as her companion walked silently down the halls with the bouquet in hand. “Did your s/o give them to you, perhaps?”

“…It’s none of your business.” He responded coldly, continuing his way to his room. It had been approximately two hours since you had given him the sweet gift and he refused to set it down in fear of them wilting. He didn't know how to care for them properly so he stuck to carrying them.

Once he was in the privacy of his quarters, he sat down on his bed and continued to stare at them with a slight curve of his lips. He gently caressed the petals of the roses, admiring how they were crimson, resembling the color of blood.

He loved it.

Blade smirked and admired them, entranced by their beauty. He never knew you were so talented at gardening. Perhaps he should return the favor to you someday and give you a gift. He never knew he was interested in roses until now.

Yes… they were beautiful, but not as beautiful as you.

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 8 months

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i’ll go see you again tomorrow (spring is coming to an end) ; sashisu

[ part 0 - first meeting ]

synopsis; the gradual blossoming of a youth shared with three strange classmates, at the weird, isolated boarding school you all attend. as the seasons of your first year together pass, the relationship between you changes into something you don’t need to put into words to understand.

word count; 1.6k

contents; sashisu/reader (but can be read as either platonic or romantic, or something inbetween!! i wrote it with the latter in mind), gn!reader, no curses au (dw they’re all still a little bit insane and damaged), very shoujo manga-esque, reader is a little bit in love with all their friends, just wholesome comfy vibes :), characters may be ooc but pls bear with me </3

a/n; this is the shorter opening piece of a sashisu/reader series i’m writing and the first out of six planned parts!! :> the rest will be much longer this is just me setting the tone. sorta. i’m extremely normal about sashisu and i wanted to write something summery and sweet so <3

you first meet them in a sun-soaked classroom, with blue-tinted windows.

the room in question, clearly not having been of use for some time, is just a little dusty. enough that you notice it, nose scrunching up as your gaze trails over the space.

tiny specks of light dance around, meeting and intersecting between the gaps where streaks of sunlight fall and illuminate the floorboards. they’re oddly mesmerizing, a little hard to forget. the flicker of their movement begins to etch itself into your retinas; for some reason, you can’t quite take your eyes off them.

eventually, your attention is caught by something else, coaxing you into moving your gaze towards the translucent windows. they glimmer softly, tantalizingly in the sunlight, reflecting the blue of the sky. through the glass, it’s all you can see at first — a sky so blue that it’s a little irritating. big, white clouds are scattered like splotches of paint across a blue canvas, treading gently over the boundary of your vision.

in a similar fashion, the ground of the schoolyard is littered with dots of white. for just a second, you delude yourself into thinking that it’s snow; it’s not until you spot the skeletal trees and their pale blossoms that you see them for what they are. soft petals flutter down to the ground eagerly, covering everything in a pure white.

it really is eerily reminiscent of a snowy landscape, ephemeral in its beauty. it gives you the impression of having stepped over some sort of threshold, into another realm, another world entirely. coated in apricot blossoms, soaked in sunlight.

(it shouldn’t be possible from where you’re standing, behind the windows — but the scent reaches you all the same. everything smells of apricots.)

it’s springtime, and you’re in the prime of your youth.

a youth you’re about to share with three other kids, all standing in front of you and wearing mildly indifferent expressions as you give each other a brief glance.

you try not to stare too hard, but it’s difficult to resist the temptation. three new classmates, mysterious and just slightly intimidating; two guys, and one girl. the tiny glances you steal at them aren’t very sneaky, but you doubt they’d care, when they’re all doing the same.

you study their appearances, eager to sate the curiosity clawing at your heart.

the girl is pretty.

the expression on her face is laid-back, almost bored, and she looks a little like she doesn’t quite want to be here. her hair reaches down to her chin, just barely, brown and smooth and silky. estimating her exact height is a little tough; you can tell she’s fairly short, but you don’t know how much of it is exaggerated, courtesy of her placement between the other two. their lanky legs and broad shoulders only make her look smaller in comparison.

her eyes are chestnut-coloured, a little dim, somewhat hazy. there’s a mole under one of her eyes, too, and you’re acutely aware of how charming you find it. you’re relieved to have at least one girl in your class, anyhow. you hope she’s nice.

the boy on her right is pretty, too.

he’s much taller, and wearing a somewhat serious expression, but something about him feels almost comforting all the same. he seems relaxed, but also sharp, as his eyes trail across the room. his hair is black and silky, and it’s long — or so you assume, judging by the fact that he’s got it in a bun. two things about him stand out in particular; one, the black gauges on his ears, and two, a single lock of hair framing his face. his hair is tied up and neat, prim and proper, with the exception of his bangs. you don’t think it looks bad, exactly, but it’s an odd choice.

at first glance, you think his eyes are black, but when a ray of sunlight falls across his face you realize that they’re brown. a deep colour, oddly soothing, warm. little sparks of amber glitter in the depths of his irises, illuminated only by the sun. it gives you the impression that there’s more to him than meets the eye.

then there’s the other boy.

he’s the most intimidating out of the three, without a doubt, though you still can’t pinpoint exactly why. he strikes you as particularly unnerving; maybe it’s the expression on his face, that you can’t seem to identify. he’s also tall, very tall, even taller than the other guy — though only by a smidge. he towers over you slightly, and that unnerves you even further. there’s something in the way he’s standing that almost seems a little menacing. his hair is white, and soft, and just a tad messy. and he’s wearing a pair of round sunglasses, even though you’re indoors.

you can’t see his eyes well, behind the black glass, but you get the vague impression that they’re blue when sunlight cascades down the contours of his face and reflects in them.

you take another moment to simply look at them, observing them, as if trying to reach some sort of conclusion about what they’re like. it doesn’t really work, but you do get some semblance of an impression.

finally, your teacher clears his throat, breaking the silence of the classroom — urging you to hurry up and get the introductions done and over with. the impatient reminder snaps all four of you out of your collective trance.

the first person to speak up is the boy with the weird bangs. that alone gives you a sense of his personality; polite, proper, the first to do the thing no one really wants to do.

”my name is suguru geto,” he begins, well mannered. ”it’s nice to meet you.” his voice is pleasant, somehow. nice to listen to. there’s something comforting about it, that you can’t quite place; it sounds almost familiar, like you’ve heard it all your life.

then, the cute girl chimes in, casual and unbothered as she fiddles with something in her pocket. ”shoko ieiri. just call me shoko,” she says, short and sweet.

she really is pretty, you muse, bathed in the streaks of sunlight falling haphazardly across the room. and she seems nice, not uptight or obnoxious; the kind of person that’s easy to talk to, easy to be friends with. you think you like her already. but she notices your lingering stare, and so you look away, gaze falling to the floorboards.

finally, after a slight pause, the boy with the sunglasses speaks up. you still can’t get a good read on his expression. ”… satoru gojo,” is all he says, and you can’t seem to grasp his tone of voice, either.

it irks you, though. you’re not sure why. you almost get the sense that he thinks he’s appeasing you, by introducing himself, like hearing his name is a priviliege. that, and you feel a little like you’re being dissected when his gaze falls on you — like he’s weighing your value, deciding your worth. you think you almost catch a glimpse of his eyes behind the black tint of his glasses, and they strike you as acutely menacing, bright blue and uncanny. you decide that you don’t like him, and that his sunglasses are kinda ugly.

their gazes fall on you, at last.

you’re the only one whose name they don’t know, now. it’s a kind of power, in a way, the power of mystery. intrigue. their stares feel heavy on your skin, and you feel more than a little nervous; but you’re intent on following the silent cue, all the same.

and you do so, dutifully, raising your hand up in a silent hello before tentatively saying your name. then, in a voice you hope doesn’t come across as bored or unpleasant:

”— it’s nice to meet you.”

some of them hum in affirmation, as if to say it’s nice to meet you too — others remain silent. even when the introductions are finished, you continue to look at each other, vaguely and discreetly, as if trying to look inside each other’s heads.

but then your teacher begins to speak, in an authorative voice, and you’re snapped out of the trance, once more.

he babbles on and on, about something you’re sure is important, something about the school and the classes you’ll be having and the dorms and so on. you try to listen, you really do, but it’s tough — you vaguely get the gist, but all you can really think about is your classmates, still so mysterious and intimidating.

you try to repeat their names, inside your mind, trying to ingrain them into your memory.

suguru geto, shoko ieiri, and satoru gojo.

you still don’t really know what to think about them. shoko will probably be fairly easy for you to warm up to, but the other two are a different story. all three of them seem to have strong personalities, reflected in their eyes; a dim hazel, a deep umber, and a stark azure. you don’t know what’s hidden in them, but you have a strange inkling that you will, in due time.

that’s how the four of you meet. and in this moment, as you look into their eyes for the first time, you have no idea how much your life has changed — how much they’ll change it for the better.

you only know that it’s springtime, and that you’re in the prime of your youth.

a youth you’re about to spend with these three kids in front of you, who you know nothing about. some part of your soul urges you to find out, for yourself.

maybe you will.

(outside the sun-soaked classroom, through the blue-tinted windows, the world observes your meeting with bated breath and barely contained excitement.)

part i

#title is taken from the lyrics of yorushika’s ’spring thief’ btw i listened to it while writing this n cried <3 its sooo sashisu.#anyway!!! this series ended up kinda reader-centric but the focus is meant to be on the relationship between all 4 of them #its just… really easy to analyze the characters from a third party pov. and im a shameless self inserter so. x reader it is!#this series is also my excuse to (attempt to) analyze sashisu as a trio/individually but idk if my own interpretation will align w/ canon #in my defense theyre a lot less traumatized in a no curses au #but i still wanted to try and explore their high school selves + their issues w/ intimacy and trust n all that. im obsessed with them.#so i hope i did a decent job :’) anyway thats enough ranting in the tags if u read this far i am in Love With You #sashisu x reader #shoko ieiri x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #sashisu #gojo satoru #geto suguru #shoko ieiri #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #…. i think thats all #jujutsu kaisen #jjk

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foranpo · 9 months

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ੈ˚☆ jujutsu kaisen characters as specific colors.

fandom: jujutsu kaisen.

characters: gojo, geto, itadori.

reader: gn!

genre: headcanons.

word count: ~280 each // 850 total

cole's note: had another 2 characters for this but couldn't bring myself writing it so who knows maybe part 2? oh well ♡

ੈ♡˳────── enjoy the reading ♡ ──────

˚ʚ gojo satoru.

The melancholy yellow of an early Sunday morning in winter.

Everything stopped. In Gojo's being, there was nothing; nothing but a great void that corrupted him with the ease with which the world changes seasons. All the emptiness, all the nothingness that existed inside Gojo was suffocating, of a tremendous thickness that consumed him every time he woke up, every time he decided to exist.

Beyond his beautiful eyes, hidden behind the glasses and headband that masked the melancholy he lived in, Gojo existed. Vulnerable, full of nostalgic memories and outdated hopes, Gojo allowed himself to exist only in front of you, only in your comfort.

For, beyond the beauty of Gojo, far from seductive looks and empty words, hidden in a corridor of promises and desires, there was someone. A soul that stopped being Gojo to be just Satoru –in your comfort, in your peace, in your presence. Nothing prevented him from feeling, from existing. Allowing melancholy to wrap him in a mantle of fragility, letting it embrace him in a hug of uncertainty and helplessness, Gojo felt everything.

All the memories that weighed on his shoulders and forced him to walk more hunched over; all the words he wished he'd said and now overused among his loved ones; whatever was, became, and Gojo was still, motionless, vulnerable.

With you and only you. All his energy was drained, too tired to get it back, too lazy to get more. It was as if a sun of coziness, laziness, comfort –of everything he wanted most– embraced him in words and caresses.

All because you, divinity of hope and future, allowed Gojo to choose you to be the winter sun of all eternity that will exist.

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˚ʚ geto suguru.

The soft pink of a late summer beach sunset.

Like a sea breeze, carrying laughter and ephemeral promises, Geto accepted to exist. Light and cautious, making gentle waves in your heart, Geto let all the wickedness in the world tuck away in his pocket, focusing on nothing but the joy, the magic, the happiness of that moment.

Geto didn't like to think about the possibilities existing in so many galaxies and stars –instead, Geto preferred to be with you, in that moment, in that precise second of minutes gone by. Only the present and the past were allowed to exist to Geto.

The happiness of someone who found a new color, the curiosity of someone who decided to count stars –Geto was like that. Helpless and kind. A little childish in his words, quite adult in his fears, but always and completely himself. Suguru Geto. The one who let the constellations tell him stories, always enchanted by the celestial light, always wishing, almost chronically, to be part of something so beautiful.

It was an unusual hope that lived in Geto; not of a better future or an acceptable present, but of a fulfilled life. A life filled with remorse and regret, but still beautiful. Beautiful for taking memories of eternal loves and divine words; beautiful for having his soul complete when with you, always willing to give more of himself to you. Always for you.

A life lived for you. Your security. Your happiness. You. The most beautiful presence in this world, the most magical essence that ever existed. You and only you. The ink that painted the picture that was Geto, letting him choose all the colors but only abusing the comfortable pink and the hopeful purple.

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˚ʚ itadori yuji.

The weary green of moss that consumes what were once proofs of great empires.

Itadori was persistent. Since always, Itadori's greatest characteristic was not knowing how to give up. Defect or quality was only decided by time; but for you, before you, Itadori was fascinating. Endowed with an energy of his own, which spread around his surroundings like a fungus in times of humidity, Itadori was, and always will be, the magic of this world.

A small ball of joy and hope was born inside you every time Itadori took time out of his life to spend it with you; it was like a switch was turned on you and you couldn't see anything but the beauty he brought with him. All the ruins of your heart, all the wreckage of your soul were embellished by Itadori's presence, pasting every little piece of you with patience, delicacy, love.

It seemed like he was always on the run, that it was his mission to paint pictures of dreams and hopes in people's lives, but especially yours. There wasn't a day of rest, grabbing brushes and pencils, colorful words blessing your ears followed by the lively laughs of those who love – and truly love.

A relief, a cure. Itadori never stopped growing, expanding his kind essence in this cruel world, never resting for a moment. Even with you. Especially with you. For you, owner of all Itadori's joy and bearer of his most ambitious dreams, deserved nothing more than temples built to venerate and beautify you. You, your heart, your soul –and Itadori always insisted on being your painter, without ever wanting, or being able, to rest.

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gyutarling · 5 months

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CHASING THAT FUZZY FEELING

txt as my favourite shoegaze songs

♯ — txt x gn!reader ⋆ fluff ⋆ angst ⋆ blurbs

warnings! — cringe, cheesy, not proofread, lowercase intended, extremely corny

note — i'm not completely satisfied w soob's n tyun's T-T notes, reblogs, feedback always appreciated!

YEONJUN — lovely crawl by fleeting joys

"i’m looking for something that’s lost in the light"

yeonjun can be considered what some would call a hedonist. always looking for cheap thrills, things that numb and burn, that die out just as quickly as he does come morning time. everyone knows it, they pity him, and they pity you. you, who despite being aware of yeonjun’s ways, fell victim to his never-ending pursuit of pleasure. he’s here for a good time, you’re here for a long time. you thought you’d be content with the superficial affection he provides, but alas, you long for substance. constantly teetering on the edge of nothing and something, yeonjun only wants you at your best, and your best is when you’re igniting his flame of hedonism. it drowns you— the noise, the strobelights, the waiting. you’re always waiting for more, for something. but on fleeting occasions, when yeonjun’s not even conscious, passed out on the floor from the highs of self-indulgence from the night before, when it’s quiet. that’s when you can crawl up next to him, the physical closeness aids in the illusion of there being something more.

SOOBIN — bloom by glare

"your smile blooms one on me"

to say that soobin is the embodiment of a first love is like saying the sky is blue. but it’s not the exciting, puppy love type that people always say it is. falling for him is a slow descend, that budding feeling that grows, a kind of affection that’s been there all along, it just needed to sprout. soobin is a flower. a flower that opens up when the time is right, and when it is, he brings a soft hue of salvation to your bleak world. you may be fooled, because a beautiful flower can be admired by many, but you know that the blossoming emotions that soobin feels are true to only you. delicate but strong, he can withstand all the harsh conditions that the world rains down on him because you’re here, it’s a mutual assurance. it’s a love that’s gentle and nurturing, in the way that he makes you want to grow and become beautiful just like him. he supports you in every step of the way, with a smile, and it’s all you need, really.

BEOMGYU - mellow by whirr

"always between me and you"

beomgyu is aware of the ephemerality of life. he thinks there’s a certain beauty to it, honestly, how nothing lasts forever. that’s why he would consider himself a simple person, taking pleasure in the little things that make up the transience called happiness. but deep down, beomgyu is afraid. he has been loved before, and he has loved, too. he has loved too much, too intensely— but unfortunately, love is not an exception, regardless of how much beomgyu wished otherwise. so when you came into his life, beomgyu desperately hoped that nothing would take you away, that you’re not just a fleeting moment. no one gets him like you do, the way you just know. beomgyu thinks that you might just actually be his soulmate, because your connection transcends anything words can describe. he’s convinced that he must've been surrounded by cardboard cutouts his whole life, as no one but you has ever conveyed so much depth with their existence alone. monotony is beautiful with you— in fact, he would be content with just laying on the floor in your presence for eternity. so just this once, he wishes for you to be the exception.

TAEHYUN — angel by drop nineteens

"and i believe that dreams come true, cause you came when i wished for you"

“larger than life” is a phrase that would encompass taehyun’s existence perfectly. his genuine love for this cruel world impresses many, as if he knows of a transformative secret that is the key to living his life to the fullest. maybe it’s his vast curiosity, to want to know not only of the wonders of life, but also how he can get back up even after it knocks him down. taehyun believes that negativity is too draining, because of that, being with him is like a transformative experience in and of itself. he must be a higher being, an angel, 'cause even at your lowest, just one hint of a smile from him is enough for you to ascend to the clouds. that floating feeling never leaves you when you’re with him, it swallows you whole, and it makes you wonder how you could feel sad ever again. even when the clouds clear, when you two are at your most vulnerable, under the gaze of the stars, you’ll watch the skies in taehyun’s eyes instead, they shine brighter in there anyway.

HUENINGKAI — how fast can you love by pia fraus

"tomorrow, please love me"

kai has been patient his whole life. his passion drives him, he’s been walking a lonely road to achieve his dreams. he had always thought that he grew up too fast, no time for insignificant matters, kai’s world is a world in which he has to fight to survive. of course, that doesn’t mean that he’s completely immune to youthful desires, and kai wishes for nothing more than to turn back time so he could feel like a real person again, even just for a little while. and when you came into his life— a force to be reckoned with, you are, he thinks that letting himself indulge for once wouldn’t hurt. so he lets his passion consume him this time, and only then does he realise how lonely he has been all along. kai is tired of being patient, and it shows through his complete vulnerability when he’s with you. even though it’s hard, he’s so used to locking his emotions away in his heart-shaped box, you can tell he’s really trying. kai puts every ounce of himself in the potential of your love, because then he would finally have something to hope for, no matter how unsure he may be.

#txt x reader #txt headcanons #txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt angst #txt fluff #yeonjun x reader #soobin x reader #beomgyu x reader #taehyun x reader #hueningkai x reader

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pumperpup · 2 months

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In the heart of a sun-drenched theme park, amidst the laughter and the clatter of roller coasters, Thomas found himself standing before a quaint stall, its banner fluttering like a flag of promise. The challenge was straightforward yet enthralling: win a bottomless soda. With a blend of luck and sheer will, Thomas emerged victorious, the prize a frosty mug with a sparkle like no other, brimming with a beverage that sang of endless summer days.

From the moment the liquid kissed his lips, it was as if time itself bent to the will of this magical concoction. The soda, effervescent and sweet beyond reason, ensnared him with a flavor that whispered of dreams and infinity. He drank, and with each gulp, an unbelievable transformation began to unfold.

As the sun arced across the sky, marking the passage of hours, Thomas's body responded to the unceasing flow of soda with an eagerness that defied nature. His once slender frame began to expand, a visible swelling that progressed with each passing moment. Clothing that fit snugly that morning grew tight, seams straining and threads stretching, as if trying to contain a force majeure.

His transformation was stark, rapid, and surreal. His midsection ballooned, a burgeoning expanse that rounded outwards with a startling velocity, as if the soda was not just filling him but becoming a part of him. His face, too, transformed, cheeks puffing outwards, creating a visage of indulgence personified.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the bustling theme park, Thomas experienced a moment of lucidity amidst his enchanted indulgence. The realization struck him with the force of a roller coaster's drop; the soda was not ordinary—it was magic, a potion that was reshaping his very form. Each sip seemed to add to his growing frame, his clothes tightening around him like a vise. Yet, the revelation did little to dampen his desire. The soda, with its effervescent sweetness and tantalizing flavor, held him in a spell he couldn't—wouldn't—break. It was as if the drink whispered promises of endless pleasure with each gulp, promises too intoxicating to ignore. Despite the evident changes, the lure of its taste, the rush of joy with every sip, bound him tighter than any physical chain. Thomas stood at a crossroads, fully aware of the magic coursing through him and the consequences it wrought, yet the thought of parting from the soda's delightful embrace was unfathomable. He was caught in the soda's delicious grip, a prisoner of taste and magic in equal measure.

By the time the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of orange and pink, Thomas found himself a changed man. The weight gained from the bottomless soda anchored him physically and metaphorically. What began as a delightful curiosity had morphed into a corporeal testament to the limits of excess.

Surrounded by the twinkling lights of the theme park as it embraced the night, Thomas sat, a solitary figure on a bench that creaked under his newfound girth. The magic of the soda, once a source of unbridled joy, had exacted a swift and irreversible toll. In the span of a single day, he had journeyed from elation to a reflective contemplation on the nature of desire and the ephemeral beauty of moderation.

As the fireworks exploded overhead, casting vibrant colors across the sky, Thomas, with his endless soda still in hand, pondered the price of endless indulgence. The transformation, as rapid as it was profound, left him with a newfound wisdom—that the quest for boundless pleasure, when left unchecked, can lead to constraints far beyond the physical.

#ai generated #ai #ai story #gay gainer #belly gainer #body expansion #fat inflation #body inflation #belly #fat belly #fat piggy #feedee belly #feeding kink

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classicalshorts · 1 year

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Let Curiosity be your Guide!

“Remember to look up at the stars and not down at your feet. Try to make sense of what you see and wonder about what makes the universe exist. Be curious."

This is a wonderful quotation from that great and much-missed scientist and thinker Stephen Hawking. It encapsulates so much of what I have long felt should be education's guiding principle. Following on from my recent article, 'Another Kind of Narrow...', which argued that a job-market-trend guiding principle could only lead to an ephemeral educational form that only excluded and failed in its core purpose, I now bring you a more positive and passionate description of what it should be about in my humble opinion.

Curiosity drives learning, ideas, and ultimately an unlocking of our thinking potential that allows us to grow, engage, and discover. Hawking not only knew this, he represented this process. He would have, I think, been in excellent company with pre-Socratic philosopher Thales, who preferred to look up rather than down, driven by his curiosity and thirst for discovery.

Thales was mocked when he fell down a well, gazing upon the heavens. But he was not deterred. He remarkable believed that the stars were burning rocks, not gods. Given his limited tools, it is amazing that the power of his observation and logic led him to a suggestion which is not a million miles from reality. They certainly burn.

I was honoured back in October to partner my good friend Dr Nagamani Krishnamurthy, who is not only deeply passionate about education, but also an incredibly talented educator during World Education Empathy Week at EducationInfluence.com's conference with free lessons for whoever wished to tune in. We spoke about ancient philosophy and how it represented that beautiful curiosity that grows pleasure in learning from an early age and how t foster it in the classroom in a way that promoted continued passion for learning both in and beyond school.

Curiosity is natural and fabulous, from the child with the new toy to the great thinker, whose discovery makes our jaw drop and then smile, our day feeling warmed and enriched by their learning.

The moment when I realised teaching was right for me was when I was reading an unseen taken from Sophocles' Antigone, in my first ever teaching job. Sadly, I forget the passage now, but one of the girls smiled and with a look of delighted realisation, she told me that this play 'rocked', and the class plunged into a discussion of how little human nature had changed. Her curiosity was ignited and her sense of learning lit. She might not spout Classics at everyone in every day life (although if she's anything like me, she probably does), but her infectious learning and passion, I have no doubt will be inspirational.

I would like to end with a favourite curiosity-driven discovery. The atom. The roots of this wonderful theory are ancient. Logic and observation of weathered rocks and worn statues were evidence cited in support of the fifth-century BC hypothesis of minute particles to which everything could be reduced. Lucretius' curiosity led him to weave his strong scientific mind with his artistic genius into one of the finest poems ever written, de rerum natura. It represents of science and art's most beautiful harmonies.

Curiosity is for everyone and it is in everyone: the musician, the electrician, the academic, the pilot. What was the initial spark that made them go 'wow' and fired their passion and imagination. Let this guide education, let this help children grow, let this make them happy.

#stephen hawking #thales #lucretius #atomic theory #curiosity #passion #the wow factor #education #classics #learning #teaching #ancient wisdom #ancient world

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sword-dad-fukuzawa · 2 years

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AURIE PLEASE CAN I HEAR MORE ABT UR TAKEUCHI-TEACHING-SCHOOL HEADCANONS

HEHE I'LL DO YOU ONE BETTER

The problem with vampires was that, despite having been around for as long as civilization—and perhaps even longer—no one had ever bothered to study them. Not their physiology or their curse or even what, exactly, made them different from humans. It was easier to look for the symptoms instead of the cause.

Vampires were fast, fast enough that the human eye couldn’t track their movement. Vampires needed to drink blood to live, but other kinds of food tasted like ashes to them. They sink in water, have sharp fangs, and in sunlight, they erupt into beautiful, ephemeral conflagrations.

And they were functionally immortal, as long as they could preserve their heads.

Takeuchi told all this to his class of wide-eyed middle schoolers without missing a single beat. Then he winked. “Of course, that lack of investigation into the root cause of vampirism would be a grand failure of human curiosity if vampires were real.”

The class laughed. “Are we examining blood today, Takeuchi-sensei?” asked Toriumi-kun in the front row. “Or doing a dissection?”

“See, I told you he’d heard the rumors,” Natsuki-san whispered to her seatmate, quietly enough that, had Takeuchi been human, he wouldn’t have heard. He smiled at them anyway, winking at Natsuki.

“What rumors, Natsuki-san?” he asked.

The girl clammed up, her cheeks going pink. “Nothing, sensei,” she said, and he moved on with the lesson—which was, as Toriumi had guessed, a dissection. He’d gotten approval from the school board to let his kids dissect a bunch of vampire bats they’d found in the school’s drafty attic, and figured he’d fuel the rumors a little. Just for fun.

“Ain’t that risky, sensei?”

“It’s just a little fun,” said Takeuchi, broadcasting his words on an ultrasonic frequency to the roof where Suwa liked to perch. There was a little bell tower there, with just enough shade to block the sun at certain times of day. And even though Suwa preferred to stay in dark, safer places when the sun was up, Takeuchi could understand why he’d taken the risk today.

After all, it was Ayame’s first day of school.

#takeuchi #mars red #reyni :0

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As a child, I always felt different. While my peers reveled in the simplicity of childhood, I found myself lost in the maze of my own thoughts. Each day brought with it a new puzzle to unravel, a new mystery to ponder. Little did I know, I was on the cusp of discovering my true nature as both an overthinker and a philosopher.

It began innocently enough, with simple questions that danced on the edges of my consciousness. Why is the sky blue? What lies beyond the stars? But as I delved deeper into the recesses of my mind, I found myself grappling with questions far beyond the scope of my years.

It was on a crisp autumn day, with the leaves crunching beneath my feet, that I first realized the extent of my overactive mind. While my classmates laughed and played, I sat beneath the shade of an old oak tree, lost in thought. Questions swirled around me like leaves caught in a whirlwind—questions about existence and the meaning of life.

As I grew older, my thirst for understanding intensified. I grappled with existential questions that seemed to have no answers. What is reality? Is there a God? Does free will truly exist, or are we all merely pawns in a cosmic game of chance? These questions consumed me, driving me to the brink of madness in my search for understanding. While my peers were content to accept the world at face value, I dared to challenge the status quo, to push the boundaries of what was deemed possible.

My fascination with the mysteries of the universe deepened. My mind became a garden of ideas, each one more vibrant and complex than the last. I basked in the beauty of thought, exploring the depths of philosophy with the innocence of a child and the curiosity of a sage. While others spent their days in pursuit of temporary pleasures, I sought something deeper, something more profound.

At first, I reveled in the challenge, relishing the opportunity to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the surface of reality. But as time passed, I began to feel the weight of my own thoughts bearing down upon me like a burden too heavy to bear. What if I was wrong? What if I never found the answers I sought?

Unfortunately, with the gift of insight came the burden of overthinking. I became acutely aware of the fragility of existence, the ephemeral nature of time, and the vastness of the unknown. Doubt crept into my mind like a thief in the night, casting shadows upon even the brightest of ideas. Every thought became a rabbit hole, leading me deeper and deeper into the recesses of my own mind.

Nonetheless, I never lost sight of the wisdom I had gained in my youth. For even as the world changed around me, I remained steadfast in my quest for understanding, knowing that in the end, it is not the answers themselves that matter, but the questions we dare to ask.

And so, I continue to journey through life, a philosopher in search of truth amidst the ever-shifting sands of existence. For though the path may be long and the road ahead uncertain, I walk forward with a sense of purpose, knowing that in the pursuit of knowledge lies the true essence of what it means to be human.

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Norwegian Wood

Pretty much every time I finish reading a book by Murakami, I put another one on my tbr pile. Mind you, my tbr pile is relatively extensive, so it can take a while to get to the next one. I don’t blaze through books like many other readers tend to do. I see this being a thing on the internet. Setting a really high number of books to read as a goal. I’m a bit slower than that. So finally, Norwegian Wood (1987) came up for me. Murakami may just be my most read author and it seems strange now that I hadn’t read this one earlier. In fact, the first of his books I read was Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (2013) and it mesmerised me. It’s one of the few books in my life that I had such a hard time to put down. It felt like a matter of life or death to find out what the fuck is going on with Tsukuru Tazaki’s life and why it took such a strange turn. After devouring Tsukuru, I read Kafka on the shore (2002). Last year I read his short stories in the Elephant Vanishes (1993). I read 1Q84 (2010) and I listened to Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of the World (1985) in German, which I enjoyed the least and made me continue a) reading his work and b) doing so in English. I will mention, though, that I happened to see a play for The Strange Library in Vienna, which was fantastic, as it created a smooth continuum from the Japanese author to the Austrian enactment.

So perhaps one could say I'm a fan. I am, but I’m also not. Though none of his work had sparked the same excitement in me with which I read Tsukuru, but his colorful images do continue to draw me into his books. A longing inside me connects with his words, his places, his characters. A familiarity, yet a feeling of profound curiosity about places and people entirely foreign to me. It's like a hand reaching out from the pages, something you can almost touch in his writing.

"When everything had ended, I asked Naoko why she had never slept with Kizuki. This was a mistake. No sooner had I asked the question than she took her arms from me and started crying soundlessly again. I pulled her bedding from the closet, spread it on the mat floor, and put her in beneath the covers. Smoking, I watched the endless April rain beyond the window."

Norwegian Wood actually was the continuation from Tsukuru I was craving. Out of all of his stories these two feel the most connected to me. There is a sense of loneliness that flows through all of his writing, but these two books, in particular, seem to ask very similar questions. At least they feel similar to me, quite personally.

By joining these characters on their respective journeys, I travel deeper within myself and find my own unanswered questions in a dusty box in the corner of the basement of my mind. What does it mean to be the human that I am? The body I was born into? With the people that come into my life - what does it say about me? How does one handle the mysterious pain in life, the one in you, the one in me?

I did put another Murakami in my tbr pile after I had finished Norwegian Wood and I wonder if I will ever come any closer to answering those questions. I wonder if Murakami himself has.

Something I learned from this book came from being mindful about his writing, his style, I should say: Murakami's voice is exceptionally simple. He has, after all, made this known to be part of his intention. Though I feel I should rather say “non-complex” as it does feel a bit wrong to call his writing simple. I hadn’t really noticed it in the past but I notice it now. He paints an image with basic colours, but the result is complex and mesmerising.

I will also say, though, there is one thing that stains the image a little for me and it’s the way he writes about women. Those odd beings. Their breasts. Their beauty. I feel like that’s the gist of Murakami’s women. They are these ephemeral beings, never quite like any woman I think I know. Definitely not like me.

But then again, Murakami's women are much like the rest of Murakami's stories. Almost real, floating around the uncanny valley. They are always mysterious, a little headstrong, but only as much as Murakami seems to barely be able to handle. Irrational in that "women are crazy"-sense but only as much as is needed not to become total enemies. He takes us through these women the way he takes us through his stories.

But that's his thing. That's his world. We don't need to live in it. We're just visitors. He’s the one who makes the rules in there and that is fine.

Norwegian Wood was the first book I completed in 2023 and it will remain one of my favourites, if not my actual favourite of the year. I realise I’m late to that party but I’m not bothered. What a beautiful thing reading is, that we are given these stories throughout time, to travel back and travel forth.

#literature #Haruki Murakami #murakami #Norwegian Wood #book #book blog

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UNIT 6 The camera film or digital 1.1

1.2Identify and critically compare contextual perspectives and approaches to photography. Research 3 photographers

Michelle Rick

Michelle Rick is a native New Yorker. Her images have been exhibited and featured in renowned places and magazines. Also, she is a member of the NYC Street Photography Collective.

Her work carries a documentary character, and she is a master of catching moments where the subjects in her frame interact in exciting ways. This is what makes her a great visual storyteller.

“I am a native New Yorker and a street photographer. I will always be a New Yorker, born and raised in Greenwich Village and Soho where I still live. I’ll be a New Yorker even if New York sinks to the bottom of the ocean and leaves me stranded on an ice floe. Although I’m not sure why the impulse to shoot New York took hold ten years ago, and regularly regret that the bug didn’t grab me earlier, I have no doubt that it is the city itself—the people, the energy, the history, the peculiarities of each neighbourhood—that inspired me. I was not always a street photographer, and though I hope I will shoot street until I drop, I also realize that, practically speaking, may not always be able or want to. But I will always be a New Yorker. Curiosity about a place doesn’t just exist for visitors and people who have moved here as adults.”

“ The city is new to me every time I hit the streets with my camera, even if I’m hitting the same streets over and over again. There is no minutiae, nothing insignificant if I look at it with fresh eyes. I’ve been shooting the same red wall on Thompson Street for years, and it’s not just because I like the smell of Arturo’s pizza. I didn’t even know that I like the color red until I started taking pictures, but through a lens I’ve discovered red, and how even a red wall changes depending on the time of day, the day of the week, the season, the weather. And if I shoot the red wall for enough years, I can see a story unfold. It is time travel.”

“I rewatched Wayne Wang’s movie Smoke a few years ago. Suddenly Auggie Wren’s story about taking a picture outside his cigar store at the exact same time every day, year after year, made sense to me. The first time I saw Smoke in 1995 I was moved by the pages on pages in Auggie’s photo albums. But now that I am a photographer, I understand why his picture project resonated for me. It is because I have my own version of that corner, and the longer I keep taking pictures the more stories my corner will tell. That is the nature of every corner and every wall in New York. Everything about the city is ephemeral. Buildings go up and go down. People die and move away. Whole neighbourhoods change. But if you keep a photographic record of some places, you can see how it changes even if it has always seemed the same. This is time travel. And it’s magic.”

Every time she leaves her house, she brings her camera. She knows that if she has it with her she’ll use it. And if she looks at the city through her lens, she’ll see something she would never have otherwise seen. Sometimes she uses her camera inside her house, if low winter light hits her books at a certain angle, or the mailboxes in her building lobby. There is nothing inherently interesting about light on books or mailboxes, but in the moment that she shoots it, it is the most achingly beautiful sight in the world.

When asked why she took a picture outside his store at the same time every day, Auggie Wren said, “It’s my corner, after all. It’s just one little part of the world, but things happen there too, just like everywhere else. It’s a record of my little spot.” - “I can’t think of a better explanation for why I shoot street photography than Auggie’s. We don’t all need a camera to see, but I do. Photographing New York has taught me to read light and people, and to engage with the world in ways I never thought possible when I started this journey.” -Michelle Rick

Diane Arbus

Diane Arbus is a photographer that has a very profound impact on me. When I first saw her photograph of the “grenade kid” — it hit me in the chest and has burned itself in my mind ever since. Upon studying more of Diane Arbus’ work — I found her photographs to be very applicable to my interest in shooting street photography of strangers- mostly as a mode of portraiture.

There is a wealth of knowledge on Diane Arbus (several memoirs, books, and even movies have been made on her), and I cannot say I am an expert on her work. However here is some golden knowledge I have found from one her books published by Aperture that I found incredibly insightful that I wanted to share with you.

Diane Arbus Biography

Diane Arbus is a photographer best known for her square-format photographs of marginalized people in society — including transgender people, dwarfs, nudists, circus people. Although she has always expressed love for her subjects, her work has always been controversial and critiqued heavily by art critics and the general public for simply being “the photographer of freaks” and casting her subjects in a negative light.

Arbus studied photography under Berenice Abbott, and Lisette Model, during the period when she started to shoot primarily with her TLR Rolleiflex in the square-format she is now famous for. Most of her photographs are shot head-on, mostly with consent, and often utilizing a flash to create an surreal look.

Arbus was born in 1923, and it shocked the entire photographic community when she committed suicide in 1971 (at the age of 48). It was reported that she did experience many “depressive episodes” during her life.

Although it has been around 40 years since her passing, she has influenced countless photographers (including myself) and there is still much work being published on her life. In 2006, Nicole Kidman played as Diane Arbus in the motion picture “Fur” — a fictional version of her life story. Also recently published (2011) a psychotherapist named William Schultz published a biography on Arbus named: “An Emergency In Slow Motion: The Inner Life of Diane Arbus“.

Lessons from Diane Arbus

1. Go places you have never been

When it comes to street photography, I feel one of the greatest joys is that it allows you to experience life in a novel and different way. Arbus shares some of her thoughts:

“My favourite thing is to go where I’ve never been. For me there’s spending about just going into someone else’s house. When it comes time to go, if I have to take a bus to somewhere or if I have to grade a cab uptown, it’s like I’ve got a blind date. It’s always seemed something like that to me. And sometimes I have a sinking feeling of, Oh God it’s time and I really don’t want to go. And then, once I’m on my way, something terrific takes over about the sort of queasiness of it and how there’s absolutely no method for control.

This is exactly how I feel sometimes, I can resonate with her.

I feel that one of the greatest traits that a street photographer has is his or her curiosity. Street photography gives us the wonderful opportunity to have the excuse to go to places we generally don’t go — in order to look for interesting photographs and experiences.

Takeaway point: Explore and take the path off the beaten road. If you always shoot street photography in the same place, venture off elsewhere and go down hidden paths that you haven’t been down before. Realize that there is little you can control in terms of what subjects appear, how your background will look at a given time, and how the weather will be for your shots. Simply let the shots come to you, and embrace them.

2. The camera is a license to enter the lives of others

In street photography, we are often timid to approach random strangers and ask to take photographs of them. After all, it may seem weird for us to simply approach someone we don’t know.

Takeaway point:

Don’t be embarrassed by your camera and try to hide it when shooting on the streets. Embrace it, and use it as a tool to help you get a license to enter the lives of others. If you see someone on the street that you find interesting and want to get to know more about them — approach them and start chatting with them and explain that you are a photographer and you would like to take their portrait for a project you are working on. Most people become quite humbled by this, and are generally excited to be part of the project.

If you want to take a photograph more candidly, go and take the photograph without permission and then afterwards — explain why you took the photograph. Tell them what project it is for, and what unique part of them that you found that you wanted to capture. When you explain why you think that people are interesting and why you wanted to take a photograph of them, people are generally humbled by that.

3. Realize you can never truly understand the world from your subjects eyes

As a photographer, it is easy to see things from our own perspective. However it is difficult to see the world from your subjects perspective (if not impossible). Arbus explains that although we can try to give our best intents in getting to know our subjects well- our photographs will not always show what we intended. You might have a certain intent when photographing, but the result can be totally different.

Takeaway point:

Realize that it is impossible to truly get into the mind of someone else. When you are photographing someone in the streets, there is no way to know their entire life history or their character. Sure you might perceive them to be a certain way on the outside, but appearances can be deceiving.

Someone dressed extravagantly (wearing designer labels like Louie Vuitton and Chanel) may look rich on the outside, but can actually be loaded with thousands of dollars of debt. Someone with tattoos all over their face may come off as scary and unapproachable, but they actually may be the nicest person around.

Therefore know your own prejudices and what they are when you photograph. Realize that no photograph is truly objective, and that your photographs are more of a reflection of yourself than the subject. However if you wish, strive to get to know more about your subjects. If you take a photograph of someone candidly and without their permission, perhaps approach them afterwards and chat with them and get to know their personal or life story.

3. Create specific photographs

When we are shooting street photography, we tend to wander and take photos of anything that interest us. However my personal view (and that of Diane Arbus) is that being very specific when you are out shooting is important- to make a stronger message in your photographs:

“A photograph has to be specific. I remember a long time ago when I first began to photograph I thought, There are an awful lot of people in the world and it’s going to be terribly hard to photograph all of them, so if I photograph some kind of generalized human being, everybody’ll recognize it. It’ll be like what they used to call the common man or something.

It was my teacher Lisette Model, who finally made it clear to me that the more specific you are, the more general it’ll be. You really have to face that thing. And there are certain evasions, certain nicenesses that I think you have to get out of.

On the streets there are so many things to photograph. But we have to be selective. There has to be a reason why we decide to take a photograph of let’s say a little kid skipping in a puddle versus taking a photograph of an old person sitting in a wheelchair.

General photographs tend to be quite boring. If you are more specific in your approach in terms of either your subject matter or approach, not only will your photographs have a stronger collective strength – but they will have more power and meaning to the viewer.

However Arbus shares a problem of trying to be very specific when we are photographing — namely that it can be quite harsh:

The process itself has a kind of exactitude, a kind of scrutiny that we’re not normally subject to. I mean that we don’t subject each other to. We’re nicer to each other than the intervention of the camera is going to make us. It’s a little bit cold, a little bit harsh.

Now, I don’t mean to say that all photographs have to be mean. Sometimes they show something really nicer in fact than what you felt, or oddly different. But in a way this scrutiny has to do with not evading facts, not evading what it really looks like.

When you are specific when you are photographing, you are putting emphasis or a level of exactitude of certain parts of your subjects. For example, you might highlight the glasses on their face, their weathered hands, or the fact that they might be in a wheelchair. This is what you choose to show (or not to show) by framing your camera in a certain way, or even using a certain depth-of-field.

Takeaway point:

Realize that as street photographers, we aren’t always going to show our subjects in the most flattering light. After all, life isn’t always flattering. As Arbus explains, it doesn’t necessarily mean that you h”have to be mean” — but follow your gut and your heart. Strive what feels authentic to you.

4. Adore your subjects

When you take photographs, select your subjects based on what interests you. In Arbus’ example – she was drawn to “freaks” (I’m certain that the term was more politically correct 40 years ago). She explains that she adored them, and found them compelling:

“Freaks was a thing I photographed a lot. It was one of the first things I photographed and it had a terrific kind of excitement for me. I just used to adore them. I still adore some of them, I don’t quite mean they’re my best friends but they made me feel a mixture of shame and awe.

Theres a quality of legend about freaks. Like a person in a fairy tale who stops you and demands that you answer a riddle. Most people go through life dreading they’ll have a traumatic experience. Freaks were born with their trauma. They’ve already passed their test in life. They’re aristocrats.”

One of the unique parts of Arbus’ work is that she approached subjects that nobody else was really photographing at the time. However rather than just looking at the “freaks” as despicable members of society – she made them human. She explains not only did they excite her, but she found a sense of honor in them – calling them “aristocrats”. After all, they had to deal with much more difficulties in life that us “regular people” often don’t have to. She saw them in a different way than the average person – as venerable.

Takeaway point

Everyone is drawn to a certain type of subject. You might be interested in photos of couples, photos of people jubilant, depressed, photos of children, the elderly, and so on.

I feel it is important to be compassionate to the subjects that you photograph. However once again, we all have our natural prejudices when we photograph – and our photos may not always be so compassionate.

If you also approach a certain subject matter and you want to be unique – don’t just see it how the rest of society sees it. For example children are generally seen as adorable and cute things. Why not try to do the opposite and show them as creatures that can be menacing? Elderly people are generally seen as old and grumpy. Why not take photographs that make them look gentle and compassionate?

Make sure whatever or whoever you photograph that you are passionate about it. Treat your subjects with respect, and know the power of distortion that your lens can have.

Conclusion

Diane Arbus was not only an incredible photographer, but she also had deep feelings and emotions with her subjects – which I feel come across in her photography. She truly followed her heart in her photography, and took photos of subjects that both interested her – and that she felt compassion and warmth to.

As street photographers we can relate much with the types of photos that Arbus took (as many of them were on the street). Although we can learn much from the images that she shot, we can learn more from her personal philosophy around why she took the photos the way she did- and even her approach.

Don’t be shy to ask for permission, and get close and intimate with your subjects. You may have natural fears approaching people (as all of us do) – but photograph openly, honestly, and from the heart. People may criticize you for what you do, but as long as you follow your own moral compass- ignore what others have to say.

Vivien Maier

Please see my post below of this one of her life.

2.1 Identify photographic resources to complete a photographic project.

I used my Canon EOS2000D, with a 128gb memory card and 35-300 mm lens. I used a tripod for some of the standard shots. I also used Lightroom classic for post production.

2.2 Identify camera characteristics in relation to a range of image outcomes

Resolution This term refers to the sharpness, or detail, of a picture. The higher the number of pixels, the higher the resolutions. You can determined the resolution you need by determining what you really want to do with these pictures. Picture size is measured by how many pixels make up an image and is measured by horizontal by vertical resolution, as in 1280 x 960. The manufacturers break this down to about 5 main different categories of resolutions, expressed in mega pixels.

Memory Digital cameras store pictures as data files rather than on film. The size of your memory determines the number of pictures you can take before downloading the images to a computer, at which time you can go back and fill the memory up with new pictures. Most cameras come with only 8 megabytes (MB) of memory, which for a 2 or 3 mega pixel camera could be only 10 to 40 photos. More memory is available by buying removable memory, such as a memory card. The type of memory you buy will be determined by the type of camera that you buy. 128MB of memory is a good starting place, allowing you to take a good number of photos before having to download to your PC.

Flash Type

A flash, of course, is the extra light needed to shoot inside or in low-light conditions. Most digital cameras have built-in flash with a range of 10 to 16 feet. Other flash options include:

Red Eye Reduction - Two flashes are emitted, the first to contract the iris so that the eye doesn't reflect as much light with the second, which keeps friends and family member from looking fiendish in the photo.

External Flash - More powerful than automatic, this allows you to attach the flash to the camera and place it strategically. The types include "flash sync" and "Hot Shoe." Cameras that include external options will generally have automatic flash as well.

Burst Mode

- known also as Rapid Fire and Continuous Shooting mode. In general, there is a 1-2 second time lag between pressing the shutter button and a picture being taken with a digital camera. Then there is a 2-30 second recovery time before the camera is able to take another photo. With the Burst Mode feature you can take several pictures in a row. This useful for taking shots in motion, such as children playing or sports events.

I did not use flash or burst mode.

Compression - this process shrinks the file size of a photo. Uncompressed photos are clearer, the files are enormous and require huge amounts of memory. JPEG format compresses the files, allowing you to store more, save, download, and email photos at a faster rate. For general use, JPEG is fine. Power Source - digital cameras are voracious eaters of batteries. They use either a rechargeable battery pack. For rechargeable batteries, which you want unless you really like to buy a lot of batteries, and often, NIMH batteries can be charged up to 1000 times, while Lithium Ion batteries can also be charged up to 1000 times and last twice as long as NIMHs. Lens - lens length will determine how much of a scene will fit into a picture. Some cameras have fixed focus lenses, which are preset to focus at a certain range. These pictures typically focus between a wide angle lens and normal range. Many cameras have auto focus, which pick an item in the center of the viewfinder around which to focus. To get an idea of a camera's range, it will be listed as the 35mm equivalent. Focus and Exposure - most cameras have auto focus, but higher end cameras will include a manual focus capability. Panorama picture taking is available, as well as various types of light sensitivity. For instance, a camera rated at ISO 100 has approximately the same light setting as a normal camera using ISO 100 film. The higher the ISO setting, determined by the aperture, the less light a camera needs to take a good image. LCD Screen - this screen will let you see what the photo will look like and, typically, let you see what you've already taken and erase what you don't need. The screens use a lot of power, but are very desirable for editing purposes. Some cameras will let you display multiple pictures on the LCD screen at one, usually 9 or 12 at a time. Self-Timer - this is an option that lets the photographer be included in the photo. Self-timers have a pre-set delay, usually giving you about 10 seconds to run into the shot. There are also cameras with a remote control option to work the shutter. Manual Features - available on high end cameras, these give more serious photographers more creative control. They include things such as focus, aperture speed, and shutter speed. Read the options carefully, as each camera can have a different meaning for manual.

3.1 Produce photographs for a range of specified purposes

Street photography- Document Your World

First I decided to create specific photographs about today’s current burning issues. Document Your World... That was also one of Vivian Maier’s style. Vivian’s work is best described as street photography, a style of shooting that documents people in candid situations, in public places. That sounds a bit drab, but it’s actually anything but. Documenting your world gives an incredible look at the life and times of real people, right now. It’s a subject that you are uniquely suited to. You know your world better than anyone else, so show it! Not only is it rewarding to create art out of your every day, but it’s also important work. Consider yourself a photographic historian, and preserve life as it exists today. Here are some of the examples of the shots I have taken.

But these images were not strong enough, because I think a lot of people tend to stay away from politics - so I went with another approach.

I tried to be creative, so the following shots were born.

This is the first time I have experimented anything like this, learnt a lot during the process. I was not satisfied with these images, so I tried to discover an another path. That is when I thought about using a prop, a lens ball, which gave a completely different edge to the images. Here is the result:

3.2 Analyse and evaluate photographic activity

These daytime images were taken with ISO 100 first but there was not enough light, I had to change the ISO to 200 to make the images brighter. ISO 400 was too much. Shutter speed was 1/125, f stop 5.6. I did not need to change the ISO as the day was very dull throughout, the sun did not come out. That would have made me lower my ISO. Fortunately I did not have to keep adjusting my settings, so it was a bit easier. Although this way the images have a consistent dull, gloomy vibe to them. The night time image was taken with ISO 1600, I did not need to go super high because of the bright background with Harrods being lit up like a Christmas tree. I focused on the glass ball, that made the reflection sharp and I achieved a blurred background. That is exactly what I wanted.

One of the basic camera settings for taking sharper images is to adjust the different focus camera settings.

Generally, we can divide these camera settings into Manual focus mode (M) or Autofocus Mode (AF) depending on the type of photography that we’re doing.

Regarding the Autofocus Modes, it’s important to differentiate between the camera focus Modes and focus areas:

Please note that the Nikon camera settings and Canon camera settings related to focus are generally the same, but they have different names.

FOCUS MODE SETTINGS

Focus modes are the tools to decide whether the camera locks or continues to adjust focus once the focus button is pressed.

There are two main focus mode camera settings:

Single Autofocus Mode (AF-S/One-shot AF): Using this mode, the camera locks the focus on the subject but if it moves, the camera won’t adjust focus to compensate. It’s the best setting mode for still subjects (and one of the best camera settings for landscape photography).

Continuous Autofocus Mode (AF-C/AI-Servo): Using this mode, once you’ve locked your focus, your camera will try to track the subject when it moves within the frame. It’s the best setting mode for moving subjects, like in wildlife, sports, and street photography.

The best camera quality setting is related to the file format, and it’s as simple as Shoot in Raw! Raw files contain much more information than JPEG, which is essential when you edit your images and need to make the most of the colour and dynamic range.

In a nutshell, these are the best basic camera settings in photography:

Aperture: f/1.8-f/5.6 in low light or for a narrower depth of field, and f/8-f/16 for a wider DoF

Shutter Speed: From 30 seconds to 1/4000th of a second depending on the scene

ISO: 100-3200 in entry-level cameras, and 100-6400 in more advanced cameras

Camera Mode: Manual camera mode or Aperture-priority mode

Metering Mode: Matrix/Multi/Evaluative depending on your camera model

Focus Mode: AF-S for stills and AF-C for moving subjects

Focus Area: Single-point for stills and Dynamic/Zone for moving subjects

White Balance: Automatic WB

File Format: Raw File (or JPEG if you don’t want to edit your pictures)

Drive Mode: Single shooting for stills and continuous for moving subjects

Long exposure noise reduction: Off

High ISO noise reduction: Off

Color Space: sRGB

Image stabilization: On when shooting handheld and Off when shooting from a tripod

HDR/DRO: Off

4.1 Identify and use safe working practices in a photographic project

When on location taking the images for this project I was careful not to offend anyone by taking photographs on private property without first asking for permission or asking people who wandered into my shots if they were happy for me to photograph them. I did not use those photos in my assignment however. I was also very aware when setting up the shots with the tripod that I wasn’t likely to trip up anyone, including myself.

Other useful tips to keep you and your camera safe:

Weight: Your camera and equipment can become quite weighty, do consider the weight of this kit and how you lift and carry it. If you have extra lens you must allow for their weight. Especially if you are going to be hanging it around your neck for long periods of time. It was very difficult walking with all the equipment all day as when I went out, I was out for the whole day, sometimes 12 hours.

The view finder: Don’t look directly into the sun through the viewfinder. This was not a danger as the sun was not powerful enough due to being winter season.

Rain: It is the biggest enemy of the camera, always carry a spare plastic bag and a towel with you just in case of showers or strong gusts of wind on street shooting

Theft: Take care of you items and never leave your camera unattended also be careful if sitting at an outside table leaving your camera on the ground or walking along a busy road if your camera is slung over your shoulder

Tripod: Ensure the camera is safety attached to the tripod before you let go, see above points Insurance: Don’t assume your camera is covered by your house insurance and that you are covered outside of the house when on shoots

Environmental hazards such as moving and constantly ongoing traffic, scaffoldings, road closures, traffic cones, curbs, dangerous materials, glass, and nails underfoot are all things I need to be prepared for. I needed to be very vigilant and alert about my surrounding. The most important thing to go armed with is common sense, if something feels like it could be dangerous then trust my instincts and don't do it.

I had days when I had to shoot in the dark because the winter does not have enough daylight hours. That required long exposures and thus a tripod to keep the camera steady. I tried to go out during the day as well, some of my shots were taken during the day.

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sasorikigai · 2 years

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"gods die, and when they truly die they are unmourned and unremembered." Goddess Liv @ Scorpion because ANGST

#AMERICAN GODS : || @somniaxperdita || accepting

▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 || Shirai Ryu Compounds had been where abundant love and rhyme of compassion sweetened against the throbbing onslaught of passing ephemerality of time; but now, within Scorpion’s iridescent white eyes, there is a little hint of a vast field of greenery, which used to delineate Hanzo Hasashi’s sought-out serenity. Seemingly for eons, this weary, suffocated and vindictive soul journeyed through cold and woe of his grief, searching for a place rebelliously, albeit eternally entrapped in the Nether filled with the stench of death, decay, and dirt. Perhaps the wraith was a desperate wanderlust, with an insatiable fancy with provoked curiosity to see what his withered body and heart could conceive out of his spectral nothingness.

Despite the predicament of his manifestation in the world no longer saturated with kaleidoscope of beauty and splendidness, Scorpion still finds himself coveting enlightenment as he continues to be chiselled in bone and scar tissue, enticed by his perilous pursuit of finding life amidst the putrescent scorch of ash and dust. For the eddies of his existence still remains with the Hasashi legacy, as onslaught of emotions pierce him straight to his bones and his still-human heart. It used to resemble the null of his voids, and speak the cacophony of his eyes amidst excruciating torment and agony. Scorpion may be a nonexistent wraith to some, but to selective handful, he still is a tangible, pronounced living thing that echoes the haunting tragedy, singing the undying memories of an unsung song.

Nothing else in the world is intense, despite all the stinging salty pain and an aching heart. The invocating vehement mountain of his thoughts remain so powerful and potent collide with the raging oceans so immeasurable and full of feeling, as his hellfire becomes a powerful creation against the wretched usurpation of Earthrealm, as it materializes as the defiant organic bulwark that would withstand even the harrowing, bone-chilling despair and finality of death that would leave anyone powerless and motionless. Would Hanzo Hasashi’s demolished and disintegrated world fall in complete and utter silence? Would there be a fleeting peace or would the voices inside scream more to be heard? The heaviest of his trials and tribulations may remain heavy on his realization, but still, a sparky veil remains entangled in his veins, revealing such delicate and fragile hope. Despite the everburning hellfire being a vengeful sun, it still serves as a symbolic presence of the Shirai Ryu warrior who wielded and still wields a burning heart and soul, overbrimming with resilient passion, dedication, and willpower.

“Worry not, for the veneration of the Sun Goddess will continue to be eternal; for the sun is the bestower of light and life to the totality of the cosmos. With her unblinking, all-seeing eye, she will serve the universe with the duality of the sternness, exacting justice, while the resplendent light with enlightment or illumination will serve as the source of wisdom. These qualities - sovereignty, power of beneficence, justice, and wisdom - are central to humanity. Rulers held the power of the sun and countries claimed to be descent from the Sun. Even with your absence, your essence will never be damaged and broken, for no humanity likes to be filled with dreary dread and cruelty of eternal darkness,” Scorpion’s somber, yet earnest timbre echoes through the shared space, and his reflection oozes the consuming memories of his own disowned death.

For the Goddess had become a radiant light shattering Scorpion’s deepest darkness, and served as a beacon in stormy sea, a star in a labyrinth full with despair, but no longer empty. Perhaps that is why his unblinking stare does not speak of the metaphysical dread of the Goddess, as he unyieldingly and cuttingly rejoinders against the falsity. With the same vehemence tinged in his gravelled, deep baritone, Scorpion continues his argument. “Gods, in any forms and manifestations, serve to humans as an inexpressible value. Rob the humanity of love and loyalty, and what would they become, if not the hollow shell of what it used be? Don’t sell yourself nor the ubiquitous concept of godhood short.” ▬▬ι═══════ﺤ 🔥 ||

#✗ the ineffable testimony of spawned hellfire (scorpion)#✗ hellfire fibrillating beneath his skin (iv)#✗ successions of binding music (olivia winter || somniaxperdita)#somniaxperdita

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gentil-minou · 2 years

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Takes place during the Ephemeral reveal. An exploration and character of Marinette's anxiety.

Rated T. Chapter 1 of 4. ~5200 words. Angst/Hurt/Comfort. This first part's got some fluff at least, but it gets sadder from here friends.

There's a voice inside her head infecting her thoughts. Pounding on the walls, clawing its way out.

It lives in shadows and blocks out all light.

Why is it that even when everything is going right, it fills her with dread?

Why does being in the light burn?

AKA: What if I took Marinette's anxiety during the Ephemeral reveal, mixed it with the burden of secrets and lies, and cranked it up to a yes.

This fic has consumed my life over the past month and a half and a part of me is going to regret posting it but I need to get it out. Thanks to @sparklylovegiver and @deinde-prandium for looking over it and giving me the encouragement I needed to post this.

Preview under the cut:

Adrien never let go of her hand.

They’d spent the rest of the night walking, the empty streets on a cold, November night their only companion as he walked her home. Distant sounds of a slumbering city and the occasional call from an alley cat had been their only interruptions.

‘Maybe we should find them, lovebug. Give them a friendly paw,’ Adrien had joked, his paw raised and the grin on his face somehow even more catlike. His cheeks never lost that pink tint he'd been wearing since earlier that evening, and Marinette was sure hers had been the same.

But through it all, every street and every step—and quite a few stumbles, as neither had wanted to stop gazing at the other to watch where they were going—Adrien had lovingly held her hand tightly in his.

They’d been only steps away from the bakery when he'd turned to her, and she could see every star in the night sky reflected in his eyes. He’d been smiling their entire journey, meandering through quiet alleys and taking turns Marinette would have never taken if it hadn’t been for their shared, unspoken desire to spend as much time together as possible.

‘Bonne nuit, my lady. Sweet dreams, I’ll see you tomorrow,' he’d whispered, the wind carrying his words across the distance between them. Then he’d paused, the moment filled with anticipation. The feeling that something had been so close and almost within her reach. She’d only needed to grab it, face her fear and just take what she craved all along.

But the look on his face, in his eyes and through his beaming smile, had been too much for her.

Something about him had been too much. Something about what she'd needed to be and give felt like too much.

It all had felt like too much.

'Too much’ of what, she wasn’t sure.

It reminded her of seeing a solar eclipse when she was just a little girl. Papa had warned her not to look directly at it and damage her eyes. But she hadn’t listened to him then, too overcome with the natural curiosity only a young child could have before a lifetime of fear and worries shoved it away.

She had looked, and for that split second it was magical, something indescribable that was far too dazzling for human eyes.

Something so wondrous, it hurt.

Then came the pain and the tears, along with Papa’s consoling words soothing the ache in her heart along with her eyes.

She’d learned her lesson then. Allowing herself to look too closely at the sun would only hurt her in the end, no matter how beautiful that single moment was.

For some unfathomable reason, that was what she had thought of during that tranquil moment with Adrien. Under the moonlight with only the streetlights and stars lighting their way, that forgotten ache had returned and Marinette had remembered her lesson.

Instead of closing her eyes and leaning up to finally bridge the gap and do what she’d wanted all this time, she'd turned away. Instead of baring her heart out in the open with all the courage it had taken for her to reveal her identity, she shyly bid him good night and a safe journey home before retreating with a heavy heart into the silence of the empty bakery.

Just as she’d been about to head upstairs, she’d peeked behind her through the foggy glass on the door to see Adrien’s brilliant, dazzling smile. So bright and beautiful it tugged at her heart and hurt. A pull so strong but too dangerous.

He hadn’t looked away, and he hadn’t left until she was up in her room. She'd peeked outside her window to catch a glimpse of his back as he walked away, staring up at the stars above him.