#AHAHA FUCKS SAKE
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"Average person has glass embedded in their body 2 times in their lifetime" factoid is actually just a statistical error, averag person has glass embedded in their body 0 times in their lifetime. OP, who finds randomly gets glass (or someyimes ceramic) in their skin 4 times a year and has successfully pulled them all out of their body no matter the number or size by themselves, is an outlier and should not have been counted.
Can I NOT be Glass Georg world.
#I be in my house havibg a time and notice a small bit of pain on a certain toe a couple of times too many#i joke its glass#i check#its GLASS#I cant FUCKING ESCAPE IT#ONE TIME I WAS GOING YO MY LIVING ROOM AND THOUGHT TO MYSELF “ahaha imagine glass randomly stabs me again here”#I do a little whimsical dance that has me landing and spinning on a heel and it was on guess what#thats right. gLASS.#FUCK SAKE.#aND THATS ONLY TWO STORIES OF HOE GLASS KEEPS JUST BEING IN MY BODY.#rant post#BUT LIKE KINDA FUNNY ON MY SUFFERING
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I just got high and looked in the mirror too long and realized that I'm trans. At least not cis? I don't know I'm having a crisis and don't really wanna accept it bc it's not like I'm unhappy being a girl and I've never had body dysmorphia to the point that I'm looking in the mirror at essentially a genderbent me let alone liking the image until today idk what to do with it
anyway if you know me irl no you do not
#ANYWAY I just needed this off my chest#pun intended get these honkers OFF#anyway the three friends I have on here that are active let's not address this :) thank you#I'm going to shove this in the ever growing 'probablyfluid at least' pile in the corner of my brain#the signs are there im just actively not looking at them#for fucks sake I pretended to be a boy and fucking did makeup and outfit and hair to look like one#I gotta stop talking to myself in the tags#I should talk to Millie or naud/Noa#ahaha what do I do if I feel like I'm faking it??? even tho I just cried over this???
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TITLE: Play Right
SUMMARY: The aftermath of the events that occurred at Hyunjin's apartment begins to unravel and sprout into things that are unsuspecting of Hyunjin and Jisung. While Jisung is under the disturbance of a text message he sent to Chan from your phone, he decides to turn to his friends to spill the beans.
TAGS: porn with plot, solo male masturbation, ruined orgasm, swearing, handjobs, soft moments, depictions of sexual intercourse, kissing, cum eating, orgasms, mainly m x m themes, alcohol is consumed (but nobody is drunk)
WARNING: minors DNI with this post or my blog. I create NSWF SKZ related content and I know I won’t be able to regulate/monitor every single potential interaction with those posts so please do not engage with my work or page whatsoever.
PART 1 + PART 2 - MASTERLIST
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A/N: listened to Cigarettes out the window by TV Girl when I wrote most of this.
DISCLAIMER: before you read, this is a series so things are building up. There is a plot, so whilst this isn’t reader x member heavy based as the rest of the parts so far, that doesn’t mean to say that it won’t be in the future. Reader and Chan will get their time, don't worry, just want things to develop. This piece is more Jisung and Hyunjin focused iykwim x
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“The weather forecast for the upcoming week is predicted to be hotter than usual-“
“Ngh- fuck, right there...”
“-with temperatures expected to rise above thirty degrees. Weather Watch is also alerting citizens-“
“S-So good, baby…Y/N…”
“-in the city to prepare for the possibility of yet another monsoon-“
“Gonna…cum, gonna cum so hard for you…just like that…”
“-other regions of the outer city should also expect showers and hot temperatures-“
“Fuck’s sake!”
With an angry groan and grumble, Hyunjin’s right hand stills over his slick, hard cock. His other hand yanks a pillow from his side and pelts it straight at his door to slam it right shut. Pathetic white strings of cum shot from his dark pink tip and land on his abdomen, some as far as his shirt that he had pulled up to his chest to avoid staining it.
It’s been impossible for him to jerk off while the six o’clock weather is playing in the background from his lounge. The talk of monsoons and hot weather threatens the disappearance of the mental images he has of you in his brain, used as vital motivation to get himself off - a recurring activity that has been happening for the past two weeks.
Summer doesn’t make it any better either. His body is sticky, sweat beading over his forehead from the disgusting, muggy heat that rivals the air con blowing throughout his apartment. Then the rain that lashes harshly at his windows is enough to drown out his own moans. It was a useless feat, just as useless as his own ruined orgasm that now put him in a bad mood. He had to satisfy his needs somehow.
Instead of turning to porn, Hyunjin had something even better; you. The vivid images of his cock plunging fluidly into your wet pussy. The erotic sounds he extracted out of you with each thrust, that is when you weren’t choking on Jisung’s dick. He just wishes he could’ve seen your face when he made you cum.
Hyunjin sighs and presses his head back into the pillow. Before he gets to think about jumping in the shower, his phone rings from the nightstand. He picks up the device to see a very flattering drunk photo of Changbin appear on his screen.
Hyunjin answers, “hey.”
“Hyunjin, what are you doing right now?” Changbin asks.
“Watching the news,” he sniffs, he might as well have been watching the news.
“Boring. Did you not see the group chat messages?”
“No, not yet. Why is something wrong?”
“No, nothings wrong. Minho booked a table for hot pot and barbecue tonight. Figured you weren’t doing anything important so we’re all meeting up in half an hour,” Changbin explains.
Barbecue and hot pot sounded nice. Surely it’ll be a method to dry out Hyunjin’s damp mood a little bit. That and a cold shower to freshen up.
“Okay, yeah sounds good. Can you text me the details then?”
As Hyunjin hung up and decided to start getting ready, it dawned on him that he hadn’t seen his friends in a couple of weeks, with a strong reference to you and Jisung. You had both been active in the group chat so he didn’t necessarily feel awkward about seeing the guy he had a threesome with. As for you, he really doesn’t know.
You’re sweeter and easy to be around. Something about that just turns the entire situation on its head. Not that Jisung isn’t sweet or easy to be around in Hyunjin’s opinion, with you it’s different. Although, as he’s been mulling over the past couple of weeks, he’s discovered a few things about himself and Jisung.
Dressing according to the weather, Hyunjin takes his umbrella with him on his way out in the hopes the rain won’t continue when he leaves the restaurant later on. After receiving the address from Changbin, thankfully just one subway stop away, Hyunjin heads off into the downfall and arrives fifteen minutes later.
He was wrong to assume that he wasn’t going to feel awkward around Jisung, and now as he spots him at the table, engaging in a riveting conversation with Jeongin, all he feels is awkwardness. He waves out to him from down the way, ushering him to come over, lulling Hyunjin out of his own mind for a minute.
“Hyunjin!” Jeongin called out cheerily, patting a spot beside him to come and sit.
“Already started drinking Innie?” Hyunjin slings his arm around his younger friend's shoulder.
“I couldn’t wait, sorry,” he responds and pours Hyunjin a shot of his soju. “Long day.”
“Did you eat before?”
“Not since lunch,” he replies.
Hyunjin shakes his head and warns, “Innie, you know it’s bad to drink on an empty stomach, right?”
Jeongin shrugs, “like I said, long day.”
Hyunjin picks up his shot glass, downing it in one go before setting the glass back down on the surface again. As he does, his eyes meet Jisung’s who stares intently at him from across the table. He shoots a cheeky wink at Hyunjin, forcing a deep red blush to emerge through his cheeks.
Hyunjin knew what that meant.
Suddenly his mind races back to that night at his apartment; making out with Jisung, remembering suddenly the thought of what sort of tricks that mouth of his possesses, watching you suck him dry. He wasn’t going to be forgetting it any time soon, not when it fuels his jack off sessions at home.
After the few lingering moments where the pair were still locking eyes, more of their friends started to show up. Seungmin was accompanied by his new girlfriend, glued to his hip who greeted everyone shyly. Hyunjin hadn’t actually properly met her, let alone talked to her yet, but she seemed nice. Once they had taken a seat on their cushions, Changbin rolled in with Felix and Minho in tow who was stuffing his keys into the pocket of his pants.
“You guys are here early,” he says with surprise.
“You were the one who organised it,” Jisung pointed out.
“That I did,” Minho nods, sitting down with everyone else.
Felix groans as he flops next to Changbin, “I’m hungry, it's not even funny.”
As everyone settled down, trays of fresh veggies, assortments of meat, and other items were brought to their table for them to cook. Minho decided to get started on grilling while Seungmin opted to bring the hot pot on the table to a boil. The smell of the food made Hyunjin almost forget why he was slightly nervous about going out in the first place.
He got back to talking with Jeongin, asking him how work has been treating him, what he’s been up to since they last saw each other, and even planned a time to hang out in the future.
“What about you, Jisung?” Jeongin asks with a mouthful of bossam. “Haven’t seen you in ages. Been up to anything interesting these days?”
Jisung finishes slurping up some of the rice noodles Felix had cooked for him from the hot pot, “here and there. Mainly just working now.”
“Ah,” Jeongin nods in understanding. “You always work so much. No wonder why it’s hard for you to hang out with us sometimes.”
That’s when it hits Jisung, causing him to pause and realise that something isn’t right. He can’t believe it’s taken him this long to realise it when it’s right there in plain sight.
“Where is Y/N and Chan?” He questions.
“Mm! Gonna…gonna cum all over your cock, wanna cum for you so bad,” you strain out. “Makes me feel so fucking good.”
Chan looks up at you, a deranged and desperate expression paints his face as you ride his dick, “don’t stop riding me then. Need to see that pretty pussy cum all over me.”
Minho flips over pieces of meat on the grill, “Chan is out of the city with his family at the moment. They flew in a few days ago.”
“You’re creaming so much around me baby,” Chan growls, nails digging painfully into the skin over your hips. “This pussy is all mine.”
“And Y/N’s still at work,” Minho continues, plating some of the veggies he had been charring on the side too.
Moans erupt from your chest, projecting out into Chan’s lounge, “C-Channie, so good, make me cum, please-“
Jisung nods. It’s not suspicious at all to him that neither of you are here. The two people to an unwanted jigsaw puzzle that he had been piecing together just so happened to be ‘missing.’ Of course, none of the other guys truly knew why. At least he doesn’t think.
Maybe you two really are in separate locations - not that he believes it. The one thing he knows for absolute sure to be the cold, hard truth, is that you and Chan are most definitely seeing each other casually - fucking behind everyone’s backs. Then again, so did he and Hyunjin in some sense.
Nonetheless, for the past couple of weeks, Jisung was storing that message he received on your phone from Chan in the back of his mind. It affirms a glimmer of a suspicion that Jisung held about Chan previously; that he was seeing someone.
“Well, that just confirms everything then,” Jisung mutters under his breath, concluding his answer there and then in his mind.
“Confirms what?” Minho questions, his hawk grade hearing picking up on his undertone.
“Nothing, just a theory that I have,” he says smartly. “I was just thinking about it and...”
“And what?” Minho presses.
“And whether I should be sharing it or not,” he replies, unsure of his own answer.
“Well you have to now since you brought it up,” Felix exclaims.
“It’s nothing,” Jisung brushes it off, making everyone at the table wonder what the hell he’s on about.
“Nah, it has to be something,” Seungmin shakes his head and begins wondering what it is. “If it wasn’t important, he’d just say it. But he’s not.”
Is it even Jisung’s place to tell everyone? No. Should he still do it? No. But that’s what friends do. They talk and speculate about who they think are the perfect matches in the group or who out of everyone would marry if they had no other option. Topics as such.
In this case, it’s whether you and Chan are sleeping together or not, which Jisung already has the answer to. Whether he decides to tell the truth would just be speculation to the others since they never saw what Jisung did. They can decide to believe it or not.
However, does he trust his friends with the truth and to not say anything? Without a shadow of a doubt. So with that sliver of comfort in his mind that makes him think he’s not doing the wrong thing, Jisung chooses to divulge.
“Y/N and Chan are fucking.”
Everyone’s heads at the table fixes onto Jisung. Not a single mouth moved out of surprise as the silence threads its way around. It makes him feel terribly awkward.
This is news to everyone, particularly to the person sitting opposite him; Hyunjin. Someone who, upon hearing what just came out of Jisung’s mouth, didn’t believe it for a second - did not want to believe it.
“You’re lying,” Seungmin accuses immediately from the other end of the table.
“That’s your theory?” Changbin questions. “That Chan and Y/N are together?”
“Not together, together,” Jisung makes haste to correct him. “I just have reason to believe that they’re seeing each other casually is all.”
“I don’t believe you,” Seungmin responds, letting his strong opinion be known. “What is that reason anyway?”
“I swear on everyone I know, I saw a text message proving it on her phone,” Jisung mentions before his blood starts running cold. He almost gave away more than he should’ve.
Without context of the night in question, none of them know. Not even Hyunjin, who was a third party to it all, didn’t exactly know. He can only guess if what Jisung is referring to is the dirty text message that was sent off of your phone to Chan during the game of truth or dad. Then again, it’s not a thought that he even remotely considers when his mind has been stuck on the fact that you and Chan are potentially hooking up.
“What the hell are you going through her phone for?” Felix asks defensively.
“Yeah, that’s not okay,” Jeongin adds.
“N-No! I wasn’t going through her phone, I just…saw them, by accident,” he responds out of desperation.
He doesn’t want to disclose that night to his friends. Sure they’re all mates and share everything with each other, but that’s just Jisung. Hyunjin keeps aspects of his life relatively private and Jisung is sure that you wouldn’t appreciate him going around telling everyone what happened. But at that thought, he starts second guessing himself and what he just did. If he thinks you wouldn’t be okay with him sharing information about that night, how is it any different from him saying the same thing about you and Chan?
It doesn’t take long for Jisung to feel regret and guilt for ever bringing it up.
“Even if they are, who cares? Good for them, and if they start going out - even better. Y/N’s a massive upgrade from that chick he was seeing before,” Minho explains.
“That’s probably why they’re messing around,” Felix theorises.
“I still don’t reckon they are,” Seungmin puts in his opinion again.
“Why?” Felix asks.
“I just don’t see it,” he shrugs. “Chan seems like the type of person who wouldn’t sleep around because he only wants to be with someone that he really, really likes.”
Those words do not sit well with Hyunjin.
“And Chan told you that himself, did he?” Minho snickers. “If that’s your reasoning, then it sounds like they’re already going out.”
Hyunjin and Jisung’s eyes immediately lock onto each other in horror.
“I don’t know if you heard the word ‘seems’ in my sentence, implying that I’m only guessing but okay,” Seungmin bites back, earning him a finger flick to his arm by Jeongin for talking back like that to their older friend.
“Ten bucks that they are,” Minho says on a different topic.
“Ten bucks that they aren’t,” Seungmin counters.
“A-Are you saying that none of you believe me?” Jisung whines.
“We’re saying that we don’t have enough evidence – any of us, not just you since you bought up the topic,” Minho replies.
“What about tonight? Neither of them are here, where do you think they might be?” Jisung attempts to raise a good point, but Changbin spots the obvious loopholes.
“We already told you. Chan isn’t even in the city since he’s spending time with his family, and Y/N’s still at work,” he answers. “And we know that because Chan messaged the group chat to tell us that he wasn’t going to be coming to dinner and we know Y/N doesn’t finish until six thirty.”
“They could be lying,” Jeongin conspires.
“That’s only for tonight though. I know he’s been acting shady lately so I reckon he is,” Felix announces.
“Hyunjin?” Changbin pokes him in the arm, trying to prod an answer out of him.
He responds quietly but honestly, “I-I don’t think they are.”
“That settles it then,” Minho begins instigating once more. “Two of you bet that they aren’t and the rest of us bet that they are.”
“We are not betting on our friends right now,” Jisung tries to calm the masses.
“Mm! How about losers have to pay for a day of food when we go to Jeju?” Jeongin suggests.
The majority of the table begins to erupt in agreement, making it impossible for Jisung to rewrite something he just initiated. Everyone immediately starts talking details about what food they would request if they won the bet, then would eventually return to the topic of you and Chan.
Hyunjin didn’t really want to hear another word of it. Instead, he pours himself another shot of Jeongin’s soju in the hopes his thoughts about the situation start to melt. Until he gets to that stage, it’s easy for him to wallow in his feelings. A selfish part of him wants whatever connection there is between you and Chan to falter to the point of no return. Then the other half scolds his mind for wishing such a misfortune on his friend.
But nobody knew. Nobody knew that Hyunjin had feelings for you nor did he want anyone to know. He’d rather die than tell someone he likes them for fear that they won’t like him the way he does. It’s almost like he’s saving himself from the pain and hopes that it’ll pass. However, there was also ‘instigator number two’ sitting across from him who had been making regular appearances in his brain since that night. Hyunjin doesn’t know what it means, if it even means anything for that matter.
So by the end of the dinner, everyone had their bets placed.
The whole lot of them lingered outside the restaurant after some filling meals as some of the others waited for their rides back home. All aside from Felix and Jeongin who decided to go bar hopping for more drinks. Changbin and Seungmin were laughing away at something they were discussing while Minho was chatting to his friend's new girlfriend. Hyunjin on the other hand stood away from them, up against the wall of the building as he scrolls aimlessly on his phone.
“Hey,” says Jisung, emerging from the restaurant.
Hyunjin turns to his friend, realising it’s the first time they’ve directly spoken to each other in a while, “hi.”
“You know it feels like I haven’t seen you since-“
“That’s because you haven’t, Jisung,” he cuts him off sharply, having already foreseen what Jisung was about to say after the word ‘since.’
He smiles sheepishly, “right. So, what are your plans now?”
Hyunjin doesn’t think and shrugs, “gonna go home, paint, watch TV or something.”
“Cool. I’m coming with you.”
Hyunjin didn’t have any say in the matter. Jisung was going to follow him home like his own shadow whether he liked it or not. It dismissed Hyunjin from grovelling in his feelings and mind after hearing the situation between you and Chan. One half of his heart yearned to cry while the other wanted to punch Chan in the ribs. He doesn’t know. He’s conflicted. But they are aspects that remain undetected to Jisung as they sat next to each other quietly on the subway back to his home.
The pair walked under Hyunjin’s umbrella for a few hundred metres until they were under the shelter of the apartment complex. He doesn’t mind accommodating people at his place since he spends the majority of his time in voluntary solitude. It allows him to fully recuperate from social settings in order to go out again. This time, with less company, it’s still equally welcoming. So after Hyunjin unlocks his front door for both of them enter, take off their shoes, and store them neatly.
“Ah~” Jisung sighs with relief, stretching out his arms and stands right underneath a device mounted to the top of the wall. “Air con!”
“Don’t you have one? I thought you did,” Hyunjin mistakenly thought.
“It broke,” he mumbles, revelling in the cold artificial breeze. “Been waiting three weeks for it to be fixed.”
Hyunjin doesn’t say anything after that. He lets Jisung do whatever he wants while he heads into his room to change from his clothes to a black tank top and a pair of shorts. In his spare room that he’s been slowly transitioning to an art space, he goes in and collects some of his unfinished art, paints, and brushes. After, he returns to the lounge, he sets everything down on the coffee table and pulls up some floor cushions for him and Jisung to sit on.
“Oh, tangerines,” he suddenly remembers as his eyes clock onto the silver fruit bowl on his kitchen counter while Jisung takes his jacket off and hangs it up.
“Tangerines? In summer?” Jisung asks as he goes to sit down.
Hyunjin places the bowl of the fruit between him and his friend as he lowers down too, “why not? I got them fresh from the market the other day.”
“I can only eat them in the winter.”
“Alright then,” Hyunjin shrugs and starts peeling one for himself as Jisung reaches for the remote and turns on the TV.
For a while, they sit together. Hyunjin switches between picking up his paintbrush and pieces of fruit whereas Jisung’s eyes are glued to some hot drama playing across the screen. It’s nice to just be in the same room with someone and to not have a full on conversation that ends up being draining on their social batteries. Both of them are the perfect introverts for thriving in those types of environments. A peaceful comfort.
Time seems to pass in their space as Jisung nears the end of the episode and Hyunjin is rounding off one area of his painting. By that time, Hyunjin had eaten five tangerines then opted to bring some more. He offered to Jisung if he wanted something else to eat or drink, but the man was so hooked on this drama that he didn't even hear Hyunjin ask.
He found it…slightly…endearing. Just a bit. But then he went back to his work and all was forgotten until Jisung finally started speaking again.
“Hyunjin,” he starts in a low voice, still staring at the screen.
“Hmm?”
“Are we gonna talk about the other night?” Jisung mentions.
His hand freezes over his canvas, a small dollop of paint drips from the end of his brush and onto his work. Hyunjin wasn’t exactly expecting to hear that question, yet at the same time, he should’ve seen it coming.
“W-What about it?” He responds awkwardly.
Jisung leans back, both of his hands propping him up from behind as he looks up to the ceiling, “the fact that we kissed, well… made out mainly.”
“Yeah, that’s right,” he said, unsure of what to actually ask him here. “Do you…regret it?”
“No! No way!” Jisung exclaims rather quickly before he calms down. “No, I don’t. In fact…it was…actually really good.”
In the back of Hyunjin’s mind, he can almost predict what’s about to happen. Jisung wouldn’t have brought up the subject unless it was really affecting him - unless he was dying to get it off his chest. Otherwise he would’ve let it simmer down, but taking into account that it had been two weeks and he wants to unpack everything, there was clearly something irking him in a way that only Hyunjin seems to understand.
“You looked…good that night,” he adds then corrects himself. “You do look good.”
Hyunjin peers up from his work. What’s he supposed to say to that? Is he supposed to divulge the fact that he thinks the same of Jisung? He doesn’t even know entirely what he feels, having just accepted that he slept with his two friends and sort of went on with life.
“What did you follow me back to my apartment for?” Hyunjin gets straight to the point.
His friend sits back up and looks him dead in the eye, “let’s just say I didn’t follow you back to eat some fruit and watch TV.”
“Then what?” Hyunjin urges impatiently even though his and Jisung’s faces slowly draw towards each other.
Jisung’s eyes drop down to Hyunjin’s lips, and says in a quiet voice, “because I wanted to kiss you again.”
Hyunjin doesn’t know when, but it happened. One second he had his gaze set on Jisung’s soft expression and the next his eyes were closed, allowing his brain to focus on what’s physically happening. Their lips meet for the second time since the first, this time a little slower and tender.
As the TV plays in the background, all the two of them can hear is the sound of their mouths moving - breaking apart for a couple of moments even though their noses still touch, tilting their heads in different directions to see what’s the better angle.
The sweet, citrine aftertaste of tangerine lingers in Hyunjin’s mouth, a pleasure to savour when Jisung is able to explore it with his tongue. In Hyunjin’s left hand, the paintbrush slips from his grip, its tip smearing more paint onto his work. But there is a great distance between him and being bothered about it. He worries more about the reaction, that after minutes of kissing, stirs in his pants when Jisung’s hand finds its way onto his lap, barely caressing his thigh. His cock has started filling out.
He doesn’t notice it until slowly yet surely, Jisung’s hand inches closer to the ever growing, obvious bulge in his friend's shorts. The second he makes contact with Hyunjin’s clothed dick, a moan shoots through from his mouth and into Jisung’s. He pulls away for a second, staring at his lips.
“You really are a good kisser,” Jisung breathes.
“Jisung…” Hyunjin struggles, his forehead comes to rest against Jisung’s as he stares down at his hand. It palms slowly, agonisingly slow.
“You’re so hard for-“
He cups Jisung’s mouth before he can complete the rest of his sentence, “shut up, I know,” he cuts him off bitterly.
A chuckle reverberates through his hand as Jisung takes it away but decides to continue holding it, “let me help you then.”
It’s not difficult for him to read the room. He knows what Hyunjin wants and how obvious it is that he needs it. His cock silently screams for touch, to be relieved. So at the perfect moment, Jisung reaches into Hyunjin’s shorts and past his boxes.
A quiet hiss issues from his mouth when the entire length of his dick is free from restriction. His cock is beautiful. Jisung never managed to get a good look at it since it was either in your mouth or drilling your pussy from behind.
Jisung licks his way into Hyunjin’s mouth, his tongue dancing across his plush bottom lip before he breaks away for a moment. Excitement surges through him now that he finally gets to feel what he’s been wanting to since that night two weeks ago. He stares down at Hyunjin’s cock, pre-cum beads at the tip, some had already leaked down his length.
For Jisung to have him so aroused, so desperate for touch, proves the effect his friend has on him that he suspected was present. Hyunjin had an inkling of it when you all slept together, but nothing other than that. A pang of realisation maybe, that his friend was attractive and alluring in a sense, and it was obvious that Jisung felt the same.
He takes a soft hold of the top of Hyunjin’s cock, the pad of his index finger swiping over his tip and pulling away. He watches the thick string of glimmering pre-cum connect him and Hyunjin, forcing a wave of embarrassment to come crushing over him. It wasn’t embarrassing to Jisung. It was hot. So fucking hot.
Seeing the impact of his own actions on Hyunjin’s body gave him a sense of power so to speak. It made him want to see more as he started tugging gently at his dick. He trusted that Hyunjin’s pre-cum would act almost as a lube, and sure enough with more strokes, his cock was sticky with it. Nothing but slick sounds and tiny, barely there whimpers from Hyunjin’s mouth fill his lounge, drowning out the next episode of the drama that was still playing.
“Mm…it…mmm.”
“Don’t be shy Hyunjinnie,” Jisung prompts him to become more vocal, to express what he’s feeling however he wants. “We’re friends, since when have you ever been quiet around me?”
Hyunjin replies breathlessly, “friends…d-don’t get each other off.”
“Hey, you haven’t gotten me off yet,” Jisung reminds him.
Yet.
In his mind that starts to slip through his fingers like sand, Hyunjin was no longer able to tell if that was an empty possibility or a very real chance of it happening. For the time being, he chooses to focus on pleasure. The satisfaction of having something wrapped around his cock to relieve him, and the divine pressure that begins to store at the base of his cock from Jisung’s long strokes.
“Feel good?” He asks.
The question alone is enough to make Hyunjin lower his head and close his eyes, too shy to meet Jisung’s ardent gaze. Instead, he gives an affirming nod.
“Good,” Jisung mumbles quietly, then finds Hyunjin’s lips once more with his own to kiss him.
God he can’t stop kissing him.
The way they melt into each other is almost like they’ve done this a hundred times prior. Jisung tugs and strokes Hyunjin’s length so attentively, greedily drawing out every single reaction he can possibly get. The hushed moans that transmit from his mouth as Jisung’s tongue moves lazily to explore. Very abruptly however, Hyunjin breaks away from the kiss.
“G-Gonna make me cum,” he swallows hard.
Jisung’s eyes nearly roll into the back of his head just hearing that. To him, those words are not only a specific type of praise or reward, but it’s coupled with the way that Hyunjin sounds right in his ear. His tense, high pitched whimpers become more frequent and stressed as Jisung has been building him up to the height of his orgasm.
“Cum for me then,” Jisung whispers to him.
Suddenly, the air snags inside Hyunjin’s throat. His head drops and all the attention gravitates towards his cock, shivering as he starts to orgasm.
“Ngh - ‘sung…cumming,” he strains out, breathing deeply but staggered.
Jisung catches his seed in the cupped palm of his hand as he manages to stroke the tip of his length at the same time. He looked so beautiful when his mind and body writhe under his touch. Hyunjin’s moans complete the satisfaction Jisung feels to have unravelled his best friend like that. To see ribbons of his white warm cum in hand makes him struggle against the unhinged part of his brain that needs to taste it for himself. He can’t help it when the base of his palm reaches his mouth-
But it doesn’t stop Hyunjin’s face from twisting and screwing into an expression of revolt.
“Jisung,” he says with a tone of warning.
He hastily tucks himself back into his clothes, springs up from the coffee table and heads to the kitchen to grab a paper towel. After soaking it a little bit in some warm water from under the tap, he returns to Jisung and cleans his hand. Hyunjin didn’t want to make a note of the fact that most of Jisung’s palm was covered in cum and when he returned, it was almost like it was never there. Still, he did him the decency of helping clean him up.
“Maybe wash your hand too,” he suggests with a concerned look still clouding his face.
“Don’t look so offended, Hyunjin,” Jisung chuckles airly. “You taste good.”
“Shut up, please,” is all he can come back with, then looks up to not only see that cocky, arrogant grin of Jisung’s but to also notice that there’s still a trace of his cum smeared a little bit on his bottom lip. Hyunjin reaches towards his friend’s face, thumbing the excess away.
“Don’t waste anything,” Jisung scolds him.
“Alright,” he rolls his eyes, done with the mortifying humiliation and stands up again to return to the kitchen with the dirty paper towel to chuck it away.
“Wait, come back! Kiss me one more time and I swear I’ll stop embarrassing you!” he calls out to him.
Hyunjin stops listening to Jisung and all the whiny complaints he propels from the coffee table. Instead, something else suddenly occupies his attention. The one thing that threatens to unbalance his mood once more.
“Jisung,” Hyunjin says. “Is it true? About Y/N and Chan?”
“Huh?” He answers, “Oh, yeah. It is.”
Hyunjin’s gaze falls to the floor. That answers that then.
Jisung then continues, “I didn’t want to mention how I saw the message though. If I did, it might’ve put you and Y/N in the spotlight about that night we had when you probably didn’t want to. Plus, they’re like jackals. They would’ve torn you to shreds just to get an answer.”
Hyunjin nods, appreciative of his friend's move, “thanks. But should you have told them about Y/N and Chan anyway?”
Jisung did realise at one stage that he told their friends about you and Chan, but didn’t apply that same energy towards bringing up himself, you, and Hyunjin. There wasn’t that much of a difference when he looks at it now since he’s also messed around with you both, similar to the way Chan is currently messing around with you.
But Jisung knows for a fact that he didn’t bring it up because he wanted to save his own skin or divert any suspicion or attention away from himself. It was just so scandalous to find out that the two least suspecting people on his radar of who in the group would be fucking, is you and Chan.
“They said they weren’t going to say anything,” Jisung responds. “I trust them that much, not that I should be making a big deal about it, but I want to go see Chan. I know that they’re not, but I want to make sure that they aren’t actually dating, otherwise-“
“We’d have to tell him,” says Hyunjin.
“Exactly,” Jisung agrees. “Again, I don’t think that’s the case. Chan said so himself that he’s done with dating and relationships, and I trust that wholeheartedly too.”
Hyunjin gives a nod and decides to hold out onto hope. Hope that you’re not seeing him and that it’s just something that turns out to be a stupid rumour. In the meantime, he needs to figure out his feelings.
Too tired to make the commute back to his own place, Jisung ended up staying the night at Hyunjin’s. He could’ve well and truly slept on the couch but for what it was worth, he was invited to sleep in Hyunjin’s bed. It’s not like they’ve never slept next to each other. But for some reason, it means something a bit more. Something hazy that exists in a twilight zone that Hyunjin only hopes clears up so he can decipher what he feels towards Jisung.
The thought floats around in his mind before he drifts off, sleeping comfortably, only to wake up the next morning tangled in each other’s arms.
Neither of them were bothered about it.
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YANDERE! BATFAM W/ MILES MORALES (BUT MAKE IT GENDER NEUTRAL)! READER
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GENERAL CW/TW: Spoilers for Spiderman: Into the Spiderverse. Typical Yandere themes of stalking, violence, and whatnot.
PART SPECIFIC CW/TW: Soft, awfully wholesome scene with your father. Like seriously it’s like the third time I watched the whole movie but this particular scene still breaks me
current status: unedited
summary: you get replaced by peter last minute as the one that plugs in the goober. but you won’t let that happen. not when he still has a whole life to get back to.
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( PART FOUR )
“Aye, Getting old they doubted us, makes it that more marvelous. Sign ‘em up cause I’m on this vibes and I get synonymous.
What’s up, danger?
Aye, don’t be a stranger!”
Look, because of the Spiderman: Miles Morales game I’m a bit biased.
I don’t want uncle Aaron to die damn it. But yeah the Prowler does exist and you have been keeping contact with him.
But for the sake of keeping the dude alive though he’ll only physically come in act 2 of this series, we gucci?
Although this means you lose a lot of the development Miles gets from his death. I’ll try my best to make the events as natural as possible
Anyways, you come back to the spider gang hanging out at Jason and Roy’s apartment.
The gang essentially jumpscares you (thank god for spider sense) with a suit of your own.
Except it was one size too big.
And there were holes at the eye sockets for you to actually see through.
“Ehrm . . . Thanks ?”
“You don’t gotta pretend you like it, kid.”
“Ahaha…”
“It’ll fit eventually.”
You begin sweating quite a bit. Something felt so off here.
You notice that Jason was looking straight at you.
Which I mean, anyone would be m e l t i n g if someone like Red Hood was staring right at them so it’s a miracle you aren’t a puddle at the moment.
Perhaps it’s cause you spent so much time with your crush, Gwen, that you’ve pretty much gotten used to hot people looking at you directly.
Still, you turn away and hide your face. Utterly clueless as to how react in this type of situation.
The relatively peaceful circumstance doesn’t last long as everyone’s spider sense is alerted and the door bell rings. A mechanical tentacle shoots through the lock, completely shattering it.
“Cute place. Real homey.”
Oh great, it’s Liv.
“Get out of here, kid.”
“For the last time I’m a legal adult—“
“Mira todas estas arañitas. (Well, look at these little spiders.)”
Two more of Kingpin’s men show up, Tombstone and Scorpion.
God, fucking damn it—
Olivia spots the new flashdrive Peni made around Peter’s neck and grins.
“Oh, I think I’ll be taking that.”
You hold in your attraction to the woman and duck as a fight ensues.
Scorpion takes notice of you.
“Niñito dale. (Go ahead, little one.)”
“Prepárate a morir (Prepare to die) — Ah, man stupid pillows!”
Before you could get your body bashed in by the cyborg, Red Hood takes a shot his tail just in time.
“You good?”
“Y-yeah.”
Your spider senses were all over the place just like with Damian. What is it with black haired hot guys and their danger levels-
You manage to slip away, flashdrive in hand, courtesy of invisibility finally working in your favor.
“All vehicles in the area we have a disturbance involving multiple spider . . . people ?”
“On my way.”
Dick wasn’t the type to spend Christmas in Gotham.
But the tone of his brother’s voice — how broken and desperate it was — alarmed him.
It seemed that his baby brother finally fell in love.
It was about time really.
Although he was terribly curious as to who the person the Damian Wayne had fallen for.
You couldn’t just be a normal student from school right?
He finds around the scene looking terrified and scared.
A perfect opportunity to get to know you a little better.
“You alright there citizen?”
“Huh? Yeah I’m fine.”
“You seem pretty calm despite being in a police car and all.”
“My dad’s a cop. He gives me rides in one plenty of times.”
“Jefferson Davis, right?”
“You know him?”
“Well, it’s hard not knowing the guy who’s been looking all over for you. He spread the news to several police departments.”
“That . . . sounds a lot like him . . . “
“You don’t have to worry. I won’t tell him where you are. You need some space, right?”
“Right.”
Nothing outstanding so far. You were cute albeit awkward. But he could see that you were going through things at the moment. Early adulthood is a bitch after all.
You kept quiet most of the ride.
You were so distracted that you didn’t even question how he knew what school you went to and the location of your dorms.
“Hey, I’m a little curious, why don’t you have his last name? Family problems?”
“No, it’s something with my grandfather. I don’t think it’s within my place to share.”
“Well alright.”
You two arrive at your dormitory and you make sure to give the place a good old scan just in case you were getting followed.
“I’ll see ya when I see ya, [Y/N]. Give me a call if you ever need help.”
“Got ya.”
You realize that you don’t even know the man’s name much less a way to contact him.
But as you look back, the car he was in had already driven away.
Time wasn’t going to wait for you.
You knew that. You were trying your darn hardest to chase after it.
But you weren’t fast enough.
“[Y/N]. We came to say goodbye.”
“Goodbye? We can say goodbye at the collider.”
“You’re not getting it. You’re staying here.”
“I need to be there, so you can all go home.”
“They are going home [Y/N]. I’m the only one staying.”
“You’re taking my place.”
Your voice trembled as you say those words. And unbeknownst to you, Jason (and to be fair the rest of the spider-people are out there eavesdropping too) shivered as he heard your words.
“If you stay here you’ll die.”
“I’m doing what needs to be done. I just wanted you to hear it from me.”
“What about MJ?”
“Not everything works out, kid. I need the goober.”
“That’s not fair! You gotta tell them I can do this.”
It took Jason all his might to not reach out and embrace you.
He knew how it felt to be replaced. Circumstances differ but still, a connection was made.
Although he couldn’t be there for you now as you had to grow into the Spiderman you had to be, he promised to himself that he will in the future.
After all, if you two were partners in another universe, what stops it from happening in this one as well?
“It wasn’t their decision.”
“I’m ready, I promise— ah—!”
Peter knocks you down, jumping to the ceiling and dangling you by a web.
Jason clenched his teeth. As much as this man knew so much about him and his vulnerabilities, and how he knew this was completely necessary it still ached to see his destined partner getting thrown around.
“Then venom strike me right now or turn invisible on command so you can get past me.”
Peter webs your entire body and sticks you to the chair your roommate always used.
“Look I know how much you want this kid. But you don’t have it yet. I’m sorry.”
“When will I know I’m ready?!”
He then webs your mouth and takes the goober from your hands.
“You won’t. It’s a leap of faith. That’s all it is [Y/N]. A leap of faith.”
And you’re left alone, stuck with webs all over your body. Unable to move or talk.
You hear a knock to your door.
“[Y/N]. . . ! Uh . . . [Y/N] it’s your dad. Please open the door.”
Unfortunately you couldn’t so you just use thrust your body closer to him.
“[Y/N] I can see your shadow moving around.”
“Yeah okay I get it. I get it yes… still ignoring me. Look can we talk for a minute?”
You nod. Internally facepalming after realizing he can’t see you doing so.
“Look sometimes people drift apart [Y/N] and I don’t want that to happen to us, okay? I know I don’t always do what you need me to do or say what you need me to say but I’m…”
“But I see this - this — spark in you, it’s - it’s amazing. It’s why I push you but . . . it’s yours and whatever you choose to do with it you’d be great.”
You feel tears falling from your face as your father spoke.
All those days feeling the pressure of everyone’s expectations on you
As [Y/N], as the Spiderman of this universe.
You were an adult in age, yes. But in the face of all these events your youth and inexperience slapped you in your face.
You wanted to run away. You wanted everything to be over and done with.
But you realize, you were the only one who could do this. For the sake of the spider-gang. For Gotham.
You didn’t know if you were going to succeed but wasn’t that what life was?
A leap of faith.
“Look, call me when you can.”
“I love you. You don’t have to say it back though.”
And your father leaves.
You close your eyes. Thinking back to all the moments you’ve failed, all the times you’ve broken a bone or two trying to learn.
Time wasn’t going to wait for you. But why run after it when you can web-sling it up?
You use your venom powers to get rid of the webs and do you best to get to Jason’s place. He had to have an extra, better suit lying around right? Anything was better than what the gang gave you.
You ring the bell to his house completely expecting him to not be there and potentially having to break in.
But you stand corrected.
“Took you long enough.”
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🔞tarot reading🔞
your future spouse’s sexual fantasies
This is going to be spicy! Have fun reading you sexy sexy people. I love doing these readings. Let me know what you think!
switch the roles if it applies more to you
how to pick a crystal
Close your eyes and take 3-4 deep breaths in and out. And then open your eyes and focus on each crystal. Pick the crystal you’re actually drawn to. You’ll feel if it’s the right one. What crystal do you keep going back to? Which one is standing out the most? Choose that one. Really take your time. You might be drawn to more crystals, this is fine. Just take what resonates from each reading.
pile 1- opalite
Babe lemme just say I pulled some cards to channel your future spouse's personality, and I don't even know what to say ahaha. They are a cocky person. Immediately the don jaun card popped out I rolled my eyes like yeah yeah ahaha. This is someone who gets so much attention. I got the 6 of wands twice! I also got the ace of wands twice! This person is also a SMOOTH TALKER. I got the ace of swords so many times. I also got the hunter card. Honestly they are powerful and I'm sure they would want me to tell you that ahaha. Fuck sake. Anyway, they swear often and they have a potty mouth. The 8 of pentacles and the hunter card tells me they're not scared of putting effort in to get what they want. They are so determined.
Now their sexual fantasies were so easy to find out ahaha, the sexual messages were coming in so fast, no pun intended ahaha. Anyway, when I was cleansing the decks, I channelled the word depths. Babe this sex is going to feel so taboo, in such a sexy way. If you like dicks then this person is going to be packing! Seriously. I could see so much phallic imagery, the ace of wands, swords etc. I was like okay. Your future spouse is such a cocky fuck ahaha. Sorry I was just shaking my head like typical ahaha. They like hard, fast fucking. They want to destroy your -. Seriously. They want you to feel them completely. Your future spouse likes a sexual dynamic with safe words involved. I got card after card with rope imagery on it. They want to tie you up, so they can fuck you until you're absolutely drained. I got the 5 of cups and the ace of swords, they love degrading you, you're their pretty little slut. Bloody hell pile 1 their energy is coming in so hard, even while i'm typing, because im sat next to the cards ahaha. I got the 4 of pentacles twice, they are POSSESSIVE! They want to cover you in bed, so you can focus on them and nobody else. They want to bind you. They want you tied and bloody hell I nearly typed tortured. Here's the thing, let me explain before you raise your eyebrows ahaha. For a very very small group of you, your future spouse has a knife kink, they like the idea of you not knowing what's gonna happen next. I got the 10 of swords from multiple decks, so when you're done you're going to be KNOCKED OUT. Sometimes they'll stop to tease you, so you can say don't stop. They love how you need them, crave them. I also got the 4 of pentacles and the 7 of wands, so if anyone even tries to approach you incorrectly or disrespects you, they'll do what they have to do. They will defend you no matter what. They definitely have a mouth on them. I saw them with their really veiny arm around your neck, so yeah choking is a thing here. But they like it because it means you're not going anywhere, they can control the situation and keep you safe. Does this make sense? While I was shuffling, the queen of wands popped out and the king of wands, and then the 2 OF CUPS! I was like WTAF. Then I kept shuffling and I got the 4 of wands from multiple decks. Congrats pile 1!
Anyway, I also got aries mars from my astrology deck and I was thinking geezzzzzz. Your future spouse really likes fast, hard sex. They want to fuck you where you could get caught. They want to be animalistic, they want to make you SCREAM. I also got scorpio pluto so at this point I was shook ahaha. This fits so much because I mentioned depths earlier. They want to take you there. Like pile 1, this is no joke, this is HARD, TABOO sex. You'll express your deep desires to each other.
I made my own oracle deck, so I use it in sexual readings. I got the sadist and masochist cards. A great match of course. A small group of you have a fp who likes inflicting proper pain. But for most of you this person likes tying ropes tightly, or hair pulling etc. The pain each of your future spouse's like really varies here. I heard the phrase allow me, so they're going to be so respectful whilst absolutely disrespecting your -. Your future spouse’s energy made me feel so hot. Like I can't even describe it.
i rolled my astro dice to see what your future spouse’s sexual fantasies are, WOW. Honestly, not surprising ahaha. I got 8h aries mercury. I pissed myself ahaha. THEY LOVE DEGRADING!!! I couldn't shout this anymore ahaha. They want to destroy you verbally. Ooof. They'll say take it. Like stern words. Almost mocking you because they're aware they're pushing you but they'll be so nonchalant, like did i say stop? They'll want to claim you verbally too. I'm hearing, i'm going to keep what's mine. GEEZ ahaha. They really like make up sex. They'll say let me show you how sorry I am. WOW
On the astro dice I also got 8h scorpio north node. WHAT DID I SAY? DID I LIE?! They will want you to be BROKEN after sex. They want to break you sexually and find out your kinks. They don't care what it is, they'll explore it. I love this. Their kinks are definitely related to bdsm. They're fucking dominant. I got the whips and handcuffs card, I got the ropes card. BONDAGE. They want to trap you (of course there’ll be a safe word etc) and make you theirs to keep. They will be very fit and they'll have a lean athletic frame. There's something here about their eyes. Their eyes really feel you. Does this make sense? They probe you. They definitely like you looking at them, looking up at them because they're on top. Their ego is interesting ahaha. I also got when they're doing their thing and you try to put your hands down or up, they'll move them and say move your fucking hands. I got the azurite card, when they're fucking you, they're FOCUSSED. They won't focus on anything except you, even in a non sexual environment. They like to watch you. They'll also like you releasing on them. I got the release cards. When they're pleasuring you, they'll open their mouth like cum baby cum. Their energy is so OBVIOUS, like here look at me ahaha. Have fun pile 1! I got so much channelled music!
pile 2- snow quartz
The personality of your future spouse was more difficult to channel. Your fp has duality within their personality. I got the poet and vampire cards and I also got the mask card. So they present a different aspect of their personality to other people but sexually they're very different to their outer personality. They come across very friendly and artistic. they are definitely artistic. I got the poet card from different decks. But when I went to my astrology deck I got saturn. So initially i was like uh? Anyway let's talk about it.
In public they're friendly, accommodating, maybe even a bit quirky. But in bed they're DOM CENTRAL. You won't expect this ahaha. I got the knight of swords, knight of wands and the 8 of wands, this is SPEED. They like FAST sex, where it feels like you're battling each other. They're going to shame you in bed and get smug when you cum early. I'm seeing permission. You'll say can I cum please, and they'll say something very sexual to tip you over the edge intentionally and then they'll smirk and say something like aw my slut came too early or you couldn't help yourself. They'll love it when you can't control your reactions, because it shows them you're comfortable. I got the frustration card, they like to make you sexually frustrated, they like to prevent you from cumming. Or while you're having an orgasm, they'll purposely stop you mid way just to piss you off ahaha. They're definitely cheeky. They are very sexy, i got the red jasper and garnet crystal cards. They take action and they don't hesitate. The bed is their stage. I heard the phrase open the curtains, so to me this talks about revealing their kinks but also opening the curtains so people could catch you. I got the jupiter sextile mercury cards, so this tells me they like to praise in bed. Yes baby or that's my baby. I got excited when I got the gemini card, because it traditionally talks about an alter ego or a hidden aspect of your personality. I was like bingo ahaha. I also got the epidote card and it literally says go deeper on the card. They want you to verbalise what you want. Say it. The 8 of wands really reaffirms the idea of them really liking dirty talk.
In bed your future spouse likes punishment, they're stern. I heard expectations. So they will go beyond your expectations but they'll also include little rules here and there. Don't worry it's in a sexual way. They are kinky for sure. I got the conjunction and aquarius cards. They are so open to anything, they'll try anything once. I also got the tower card and pluto. GEEZ. When I tell you they're so kinky. They're definitely dominant. They're also possessive.
The amount of stuff I got about the 5h. WOW. I got the 5h card and I got it twice on my astro dice. BREEDING KINK. I also got 4h capricorn saturn on the dice. They most definitely have a parental kink, mummy, daddy etc. They want to breed you. They're not playing around. They won't listen unless you address them formally in bed. The duality of your fp is so yummy, because this is the sort of person who wears glasses and likes painting or they're really friendly and nice, you know what I mean? And then in bed they're FREAKY and KINKY.
pile 3- apatite
okay so I got some cards to help me channel your future spouse and I got the don jaun card and the king of pentacles. I also got the femme fatale and the 2 of cups. Don jon and femme fatale are each other's other half and the 2 of cups indicates a soulmate connection. I found this so cute and considering you're respresented by the femme fatale card tells me you're HOT. Anyway, there's a significant age difference between you because I got the page of pentacles and the king of pentacles. Your future spouse has very saturian, mature energy.
Anyway, I found it so difficult to channel sexual messages while doing your reading because your future spouse is very private about sexual stuff, they are quite traditional.
They like role play, I got the 7 of cups. They like to spoil you, so they'll like going to a hotel and pretending you don't know each other, a hotel is significant, I wonder if they travel for work. Anyway, they'll SPOIL you, they have some sort of kink for spoiling you and not even sexually. I got the ace of pentacles. Now the ace of pentacles also tells me they like to incorporate rewards sexually. The queen of swords indicates to me they like when you get a bit bratty or feisty because it keeps them on their toes. I also got aquarius mars sextile uranus. So they LOVE spontaneous sex, outdoors too. They like having sex in their car when you've had dinner. They like watching you at a (i'm seeing a ball or official gathering) and teasing you. They have a thing about holding your back in public, like showing other people how lucky they are. They are VERY romantic. They are also very successful, I got the king of wands and the king of pentacles. I kept hearing mile high club. The uranus card stands out to me too. So I assume you'll have sex while travelling. Your future spouse is extravagant, they love dinner and roses. I heard courting. They are very traditional and i think this is because they've already done the other stuff. Now they're older they want to settle down. I got such sweet vibes from your reading, I heard sweet and solid. This makes so much sense considering I got the 4 of wands and the sweetness card. They have a praise kink, they like to rub your head and tell you you're doing great. They like reassuring you. They could like water sports, because I got the 2 of cups. The water sports could involve squirting etc just claim what you want to. They also like the idea of not necessarily tainting you but more so the idea of them sharing experiences between just you. Things you’ve never experienced.
pile 4- smokey quartz
Hey! So I got some personality cards because it's fun but also it helps me channel your fp more easily. Okay so your fp is definitely something. They're represented by the midas card, which basically talks about an entrepreneur, someone that has turned a passion to a business. I also got the knight and the prince, (genderless dw). And immediately I heard knight in shining armour. They're also represented by the lover and the hunter cards. WOW. Their energy during the reading was soooo romantic. I felt almost put under a love spell or something. I heard love drug. They're also represented by the king of pentacles.
So your future spouse's personality was more obvious than their sexual fantasies. It felt like they wanted to say hey it's me. They felt very familiar and very safe. They are someone that likes to take on a more traditional role, they want to be your caretaker and they want to save you. They have fantasies, not necessarily sexual, but they like the idea of rescuing you. They like the idea of them being the person you go to when things get tough. They want to be your shoulder to cry on. I got the 6 of cups and the 4 of wands. They are very stable and reliable. They're so caring and loyal. They really value being a figure of stability. They want to bring stability to your relationship. They want to make sure you know they're here to stay. I got the ace of pentacles and the security card. They are VERY financially secure. These cards and the king of pentacles tell me they're financially abundant. I also got the success card. They are very successful in their career. A very small small group of you have a future spouse with inherited money. But most of them earned it from entrepreneurial abilities, they definitely have a business of some sort. I feel like they have prioritised business over relationships, because I feel like your future spouse has previously attracted people interested in their money instead of them. I wanted to mention your future spouse runs on a busy schedule, they are BUSY. But they'll prioritise you, which I think they're not quite used to. I got sugar parent vibes but not in a bad way. They just really want to spoil you and I heard take you places. The uranus card definitely stood out to me as TRAVEL. I think i got that in a different pile too. They'll take you to places you've never been before. There we go a sexual message ahaha finally.
Here's the thing, your future spouse is traditional, what I mean is they are traditional in terms of the dynamic of the relationship. I got the hierophant, the 4 of wands. Then later on I noticed the vow card hidden underneath the other cards, I was like 😲 They believe in marriage. I also think this is someone that is VERY careful about who they have sex with. I actually got a message of that scene I don't know if you watched twilight but this scene. Go watch it and come back. It really represents the personality and values of your future spouse. You could actually wait until marriage to have sex. I got this message very clearly.
Okay so sexual stuff. Your future spouse really likes helping you learn, the mentor card stood out to me as a learning experience. I feel like the people reading this are sexually inexperienced. your future spouse will like helping you, I heard every step of the way. They like pleasuring you SO MUCH. I actually got a very clear message. When you are having a bad day, or you're stressed, they'll say sit back and let me make you feel better. They really fantasise about you telling them about your day while using their impeccable oral skills on you. They like your taste. They also like taking you out of your head during sex. I got the 8 of swords and the unakite card, this is a message about getting out of your head and living in the moment. Really experiencing the current moment. They like when you're comfortable enough to really let go. I also got a message of them writing you notes or poems, aw so romantic!
I got the conjunction card and the 1h. THIS MESSAGE CAME IN SO HARD AND FAST! no pun intended ahaha. They want to empower you sexually. They wanna see you riding and say that's my baby. Once you feel comfortable, they'll let you take over. But I do see, they like to be more in control. They lean more on the dominant switch spectrum. I also got the power card, and on the card it says good girl. They like verbally encouraging you. Like keep going baby, that's it. I got the lover card twice from different decks, they use sex to express their love. Sex isn't just a physical thing to them. Sex is an artistic expression, a form of intimacy. This person is so easy to channel ahaha. They're making me fuzzy and romantic. I can't help it. Your future spouse will be VERY affectionate. They love physical touch. They like holding your hand in public to remind you they're not going anywhere. BABE I just spotted the ring card, WOW! I GOT THE heirophant, THE VOW, 4 OF WANDS AND THE RING?! I've never got that combination ever. MARRIAGE AND COMITTMENT. You and your future spouse will definitely stay together. This is is just so warm and ughh I love it! I even got the 2 of cups! I also got a message of them seeing you differently, I heard a different angle. A vantage point. This is the message, they'll meet you and see the bigger picture. They will realise they had to wait to meet you. If you want to wait until marriage, they have no issue waiting. Because they think you're worth it.
Your future spouse has a parental kink, but more so a caretaking kink. I got the cancer card. Very nurturing energy. I also got 3h cancer mercury. Again, reinforcing the idea of verbal encouragement. I also got 8h pisces neptune, being with them will feel like a dream come true seriously. WOW! Congrats pile 4! I love how I'm saying congrats like you're already married ahaha. Your future spouse really likes their slow jams ahaha.
This here really explains their personality and their history. This will really help you understand them.
#astro notes#astro observations#tarot blog#zodiac#venus pluto aspects#astrology readings#paid readings#tarot reading#opia tarot#astrology#18+ post
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South park headcanons with naturally talented Y/n ! (Kyle x F!reader)
Going going down to south park, was probably the best idea you've ever made, and the most life-changing idea you've ever made.
Your parents were moving to south park so your dad could work for his new job. You just finished unpacking and you knew that you were starting south park elementary by tomorrow. You looked around your room feeling proud of yourself. You decorated it really nicely and had all your video games and instruments laid on the shelves and floors. You were known as the person who's good at everything. You've always gotten good grades, your super athletic, you play more than 5 instruments and your parents are always bragging about you.
But all you wanted was they're approval, that's why you started this whole "good at everything" phase in the first place. You went downstairs and put on your boots.
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"Momm! I'm going outside for a few hours so I can see what it's like okay? I'll be back before dinner!!"
After you heard your mom's approval for going outside, you opened the door and felt the cold breeze on your face. This was your new home.
You decided to go see your neighbours house, you wanted to get familiar with the people you would be going to school with to avoid any awkwardness. You knocked on the door, and a boy who was the same age as you opened it. He wore a green babushka(?) hat and it seemed like he had red curly hair underneath, judging by the strands poking out of his hat. You smiled and waved at him, he turned his head sideways and called out to his mom.
“MOMMM! We have a VISITOR!”
You were invited into the house by the boy’s mom, and you two sat down on the couch while Mrs. Broflovski went to get snacks for the two of you. You awkwardly made eye contact with the kid beside you until you decided to speak up.
[ “So uh, it seems like we’ll have to introduce ourselves. I’m Y/n, and I moved in next door. I’m yo ur new neighbour!” ] [ Oh, well. Welcome to South Park Y/n. My name’s Kyle. ]
You two talked to each other for some time while eating the snacks Kyle’s mom got for you two. And he offered to bring you upstairs to play video games together. Of course, you accepted. Why wouldn’t you want to play games with your new friend?
Kyle DID have to warn you about South Park elementary though. And him hating Eric’s guts, he sternly told you to stay away from him, because he’s: “A fatass that’s always getting on everyone’s nerves”. You decided to take his advice whether he was being serious or not. He really seemed to hate this guy, a lot.
You two chatted and laughed together while discussing what you've experienced so far at south park. Kyle also offered to help you with assignments for school if you needed any help. You shrugged and said that you didnt need any help with your work ..
But you could help with HIS ?!
Oh no no no!
Kyle laughed a bit and brushed off what you said, he explained that he already got straight A's and asked you for your grades. You pulled up a crumbled up (graded) assignment from your jacket pocket and showed it to him.
"Ahaha! I dont need any help with my grades, but thanks anyway. You must be pretty good at homework if you- WHAT THE FUCK."
Y-you- got- better- grades- than- him-
[ "HOLY SHIT HOW MUCH DO YOU STUDY?!" ] [ "Uhh.. I dont ? ]
Kyle's self esteem was pretty much ruined because of you, and on top of that, you don't even study. How could you y/n?! You could pretty much see some tears forming in his eyes because he cared about his grades so much just to see that his hard work didn't matter as long as he saw how well you did. You quickly took action and uh.
You uh.
You kinda uhm. Hugged him.
WHAT WERE YOU SUPPOSED TO DO?! Poor boy was about to cry, and you didn't want him to feel bad. You reassured him that you just had good memory and that you weren't ever as smart as him. You actually are but just for Kyle's sake just lie about it okay?
All that talk about how smart he was and how well he was doing in school and shii really payed off. Because not only does he really like you as friend, and developed some small mixed feelings 4u: He stayed really cocky and might stay like that for the whole week.
You two stayed up for past your dinnertime, when you checked your phone. Your eyes widened as you frantically got your things and texted your mom. She said she knew where you were already since Kyle's mom already messaged her about it.
You sighed in relief after your mom said you could stay there. And you happily continued talking to Kyle. He pays attention to every little detail you say and he loves looking into your eyes during a conversation because he thinks your just so damn pretty.
UH SO YEAH UHM I RAN OUT OF IDEAS FOR THIS ONE BUT I STILL THINK ITS PRETTY GOOD TYTYTYTYTYSMSMSMSMSMSMILYSYSYSYSYSILYMSMSMSMSM </33333333
#south park x reader#south park x you#south park#kyle broflovski x reader#kyle broflovski#kyle x female reader#kyle brovlofski x female reader#south park x female reader#south park x y/n#south park kyle#south park kyle broflovski
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Bill ciphers reaction to reader who wears this hoodie often
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-Although flattered, bro teases the everloving shit outta you
-"I'm just so charming, it's only natural you'd want to look more like me! Ahaha!"
-Alright but he's honestly really happy tbh
-Most humans he knows...personally... hate him because he betrayed them
-And you? You're just casually walking around iN PUBLIC FOR GOD'S SAKE, NOT CARING IF EVEN FORD SEES YOU
-Bill is flattered af and will keep that shit as safe as possible once he gets his physical form
-It gets it's own room in the Fearamid
-Lol what the fuck as much as he hates to admit it he can be sentimental
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Sunny side of London
Hi, yesterday I made some people sad. Have some lighthearted BoKris and JaNce fic.
Thanks @anxious-witch for the proofreading!
Synopsis: Jure has instated a policy that prevents any of the couples from sleeping together. But it's Joker Out, they follow no rules or common sense.
Disclaimer: Please think of these as characters and not the actual people. I don’t encourage anyone to send this to any of the actual JO members nor do I encourage people to force any type of relationship between anyone.
Sensible topics mentioned: sex
The room assignments were simple: Nace with Kris, Jan with Jure, and Bojan alone.
“Let’s keep it like during Eurovision”, Jure proposed “For the sake of my mental health, please”.
Jure knew if the couples were sleeping together, boundaries could easily be crossed. And if one of the couples did, the other would too.
So why not return to the basis? Jan and Jure are great roommates and Nace and Kris are even better – Also, nobody but Guštin himself can handle Bojan’s snoring.
There was a problem, after Stožice, Kris moved in with Bojan, and the two of them had grown used to sleeping together, or at least in the same room, so, the older one was struggling to sleep tonight. He worked all day to get some lyrics out, but nothing. Nada.
Frustrated, he decided to get up to the kitchen, maybe a glass of water would help.
He walked barefoot. Bojan didn’t mind the cold much, but London’s cold was something completely different from Slovenia’s. Luckily for them, they had heating, though he wondered how much the bills would cost them.
Following an orange light to the end of the corridor, he entered the living room which wasn’t empty.
Kris was wrapped up in a blanket scrolling on his phone with headphones on. Quickly he noticed the other's presence and put the objects he was holding aside.
- Trouble sleeping? – he asked.
- Uh, yes. – and Bojan replied.
Kris patted the empty space next to him on the couch, inviting Bojan to join his side. He accepted the request and they cuddled.
- So, what happened?
- Uh. Lyrics. – he sighed – I can’t wrap my head around them.
- Just that?
Bojan didn’t reply. Instead, he turned the tables.
- You? Why are you awake?
Kris looked up and let his body completely rest on the sofa.
- Overwhelmed.
Bojan glanced at the table with an empty tainted wine glass.
- I figured.
A moment went by.
Silence.
Then Bojan decided to look up and also rest his body like Kris.
He looked at the ceiling. Empty, just like his mind.
- What color would you like our ceiling to be?
Kris was confused by Bojan’s question.
- What do you mean?
- When we settle down, what color would you like the ceiling to be?
Kris chuckled. He was slightly flustered at the question.
- White. Like all the ceilings are.
- Why? Why are ceilings white? Why not a cool color!? Like...Orange!
- That’s a warm color.
- Ahaha, funny. – Bojan mocked him – No, but why not?
- Because makes the space look brighter, cleaner, and bigger.
- Oh.
Bojan didn’t say anything again, but then Kris grabbed his chin for their faces to meet.
- When we settle down, you can paint our room any color you want. - He looked at his small brunette who grinned from one ear to the other. - Except orange, what the fuck is wrong with you?
- But I like orange!
- And I like purple.
- That’s your favorite color, it’s different. Mine is pink.
- Then why do you want orange so bad?
- Because it’s your color, Kris.
- W-what? – he muttered.
- It’s your color. It’s the color of the sun, and you brighten my day every day. So, it’s your color.
Kris was left speechless. If he weren’t a bit tipsy, he probably would have mocked Bojan for what he said. Make a snarky remark, a mean comment, tell him is just like a little puppy, but, right now, he wanted to cry at the idea Bojan saw him as the sun.
In fact, Kris was about to cry...
- You are the “Sunny Side of London”, Kris. – ...but Bojan had to make a pun.
Kris planted his hand on Bojan’s face.
- God, you are unbearable. – Bojan licked his hand making Kris flinch – Hey!
- Shush, be quieter, they are asleep.
- We could go to sleep too. – Kris suggested as his hand found its way to Bojan’s chest.
- Together? – he smiled but then flinched as he felt Kris slightly gripping a nipple.
- Together together. Did that turn you on?
- A little.
- Too bad I’m not having sex with you tonight.
- WHY!?
Kris’ lips met Bojan’s.
- Shush, the others are asleep. – he said as he opened his blue eyes to examine his lover’s face.
Bojan was suddenly hit with the realization that he lived with his friends.
- But you know what you could write about? About this. – He kissed him again – About my lips meeting yours – and again – About you falling for me – and again – About the nights we spend together.
Bojan couldn’t even begin to express how happy he gets when he has tipsy Kris kissing him softly and getting to hear the sincerest of Krises.
- You taste like grapes. – Bojan commented.
- And you love it, don’t you?
After a make-out session, the late-night hours were starting to take a toll on them, and they decided to leave for Bojan’s room where the two men would cuddle very closely on a single’s bed.
They didn’t realize that they did wake someone else – Jan.
The tall dark-haired man made sure the coast was clear before going to the room in front of his. He opened the door slowly to see another sleeping man.
He made his way to him and kissed his shoulder, which made him move a little. Jan then whispered in his ear.
- Mister Jordan? – he teased the other.
Nace turned to him, and he opened his eyes slightly. When he noticed it was Jan, he smiled. God, Jan loved his dimples.
- Are you lonely? – he asked.
Nace nodded. He knew Kris wasn’t feeling well and woke up in the middle of the night and he had also heard some noises coming from the living room...Nace was sleepy, but he could still put two and two together.
He opened his arms to Jan who slept next to him for the first time in a while. Nace’s arms were warm against Jan’s body. He felt at home. He met the “Sunny Side of London”.
Jure, on the other hand, was not dumb. The coast is clear for him, time to text a cute bartender he has been talking to since he got to London. He has been with these boys for a while now, he knows Bojan doesn’t sleep when he’s frustrated like this. And he knew for a fact that one way or another they would all end up sleeping with each other.
“Are you by the area?” he asked and after some texting, she dropped by after her shift.
The morning after...nobody said anything. None of them apologized for “breaking the rules” because nobody followed them. And Bojan wrote a new song, so...it’s a win-win situation?
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I don't know what to write here lmao
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"His one and only reason to proudly smile will always be Dead."
holy shit this gave me the CHILLS.
on one hand, it's clear that he's exploring Pelle's mental illness for the sake of building this edgy reputation for mayhem in the scene, all of his actions are moved by his selfish desire of creating something infamous and shocking. on the other hand, deep down you can see that he's still fond of Pelle in a way, in a very weird and toxic way - that's where the codependency you mentioned once is explicit. i guess, despite always being treated like an object, Pelle finds comfort in these little times Øystein validates him. after all, Øystein was once someone he deeply trusted and set a lot of expectations for.
i really like the way you write their relationship! the eighth chapter was my favorite for sure. people are slowly starting to notice that Varg sees Pelle as more than just a weird bandmate, including Øystein, and i'm curious to see how that will affect them in the future - would Euro start treating his bandmate a little better upon realizing his attention might be being stolen? i hope he doesn't, and Pelle realizes Euro's just a little shit and moves out of that godawful house (but that's probably not gonna happen). your art is amazing, I really enjoy reading Something Rotten 💕 keep up with the good work!
Boy, isn't it alwasy complicated with these guys? Ahaha.
Pelle tried his hardest to convince every cell in his brain that he hates Øystein to death but that's just impossible due to the fact that in the beginning Øystein was the only one who wanted to deal with his mental issues.
It should've been a friendship, right? With both of them having the same direction in music, endless inspiration and tones of creativity to shape Mayhem into what it became later on. And it was good at the start but as soon as Pelle's problems got out of control, Øystein not only that he easily gave up on trying but he went like 'Well, now you know what?...'
Øystein is not stupid. He's lazy for sure and insufferable at many points but he's good at playing the puppeteer's role. He did it with Pelle (building him up just to bring him down, creating the most favorable premises for Pelle to remain completely dependent on Øystein), surely he did it with Jørn (by obstructing him) and now he thinks he's gonna do that with Varg lol.
I don't see Euro genuinely starting to treat his bandmates better than he ever did before because (just as in communism) 'if you get people used to a shitty condition of existing long enough, they'll eventually resign with themselves and stop seeking something better' lol.
Pelle is stuck, that's for sure.. and Euro thinks he he's got all the jokers. He thinks that Varg's just some nerdy fanboy that's spreading false rumors and there's nothing underneath the surface.. but obviously that's not exactly true.
There's a lot of underlying meaning in this story's dialogue, but the most obvious line regarding Øystein's outcome is what Jørn told him before leaving. 'Keep talking shit and one time you might fucking regret it'.
Thank you very much for investing in this fic!! I love waffling about it 😭💞 your ask was soo cool to explore, it made my day!
Thank you!! 🖤
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[TL] PYSCHOBREAK/Chapter 12
[ This post uses Ois~su ♪ ]
Time: The next day, the day of live Flashback
Location: In a livehouse near Yumenosaki
Koga: ♪〜♪〜♪
(For fuck’s sake! I’ve been tricked…!)
(What happened t’Sakuma-senpai? Yesterday he was actin’ all cool and said he’d “do his best tomorrow”!?)
(And now he’s not even here!)
(The show’s started at the exact time we said it would! And we’re gonna have to perform without him!)
Adonis: ...
Kaoru: ...
Koga: (Gahhh? Adonis can’t help it- even though he looks strong he’s actually a quiet guy!)
(Think he’s got overwhelmed since it’s his first live ‘n his mind’s gone blank!)
(But Hakaze-senpai, that shallow playboy! He’s suppose t’be our senpai yet he’s got all flustered ‘n is actin’ like a total beginner!?)
(What happened to “I’m a reliable guy”?! Fuckin’ liar!)
(This is bad, we all fuckin’ suck! UNDEAD is the worst band ever!)
(Gah, what was I thinkin’!? ‘Course a band that hasn’t practised enough, hasn’t got enough of anythin’ ain’t just gonna get on stage ‘n blow everyone away!?)
(So this was obviously gonna happen. This isn’t a cartoon, no miracle is gonna suddenly save us~!)
(Fuck, shit, this is so embarrasin’!)
(If I could have the same talent Sakuma-senpai had, this wouldn’t be goin’ t’shit. Obviously this is my fault for bein’ weak ‘n immature!)
(I don’t wanna smear Sakuma-senpai’s amazin’ reputation!)
(That’s why I hate this! Someone’s gotta do somethin’! I’ve got to do somethin’...!)
Kaoru: Calm down~, Wan-chan. Relax, relaxxx ♪
Koga: HaaH!? I-i-if you’re so fuckin’ calm that means you ain’t got a fuckin’ clue what’s goin’ on!?
Kaoru: Nothing’s going to change if you panic, okay?
I’m sorry. I’m a poor excuse for a senpai… As you can probably tell, this is my first time on stage, so.
As I thought, actually being on stage is much different than watching from the sidelines.
I can’t breathe properly. The lights are too bright and too hot. I’m sweating and I feel gross. I can’t concentrate because my brain keeps thinking about random, irrelevant things.
It feels like my heart’s going haywire, and that my blood isn't circulating properly.
If I don’t hold out, I might break down… It’s scary, performing like this.
On stage too. I’m only now realising this.
Adonis: Me too… I’m sorry Oogami, I’m feeling really nervous right now.
A long time ago, I used to dance with my mother. She was a singer.
I had her by my side, I knew I could rely on her. I was young, innocent, and unafraid.
I was able to perform without deliberating about it, as if it was second nature. Maybe that was because I had my mother guiding me.
She made me shine. But now, she’s not here with me. My guiding light is not here.
I have to shine on my own.
My anxiety is through the roof, and I’m scared… I feel like a child lost in the dark.
Koga: I see. Can’t I be your guidin’ light?
Nevermind. Without Sakuma-senpai here… I can’t do anythin’.
Adonis: As for Sakuma-senpai… I noticed a moment ago, but isn’t he down there?
Koga: Huh?
Adonis: After talking to you two, I felt calmer and was able to properly take a look at my surroundings… Look, he’s in the audience waving a penlight around.
Rei: Kyah~☆
UNDEAD~♪ Fight, fight, do your best~♪
Koga: I thought he wasn’t gonna show, the hell’s he doin’ down there!?
Adonis: I’m not sure but now I feel strangely satisfied.
Kaoru: S-Sneaky Sakuma-san! You’re a part of UNDEAD, so get up here!
Rei: Ahaha. Yeah yeah. Didn’t expect you of all people to say that, Hakaze-kun. You seemed the most demotivated, and the one with no sense of family.
Kaoru: Okay whatever! Hurry up! If you don’t perform properly you won’t be able to afford to pay back the retaining fee!
Rei: Jeez, alright~. Guess there’s nothin’ I can do then, huh, Nobita-kun…[1] Without your mama here you get all anxious ‘n start cryin’ dontcha. Little baby ♪
Kaoru: …You probably don’t even know this, but that’s a sensitive topic for me, okay?
Don't treat me like I'm stupid.
—And I’m not a weak cry baby anymore.
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nobita-kun is a doraemon character. He's depicted as lazy, doesn’t like thinking critically, acts childishly, and is pretty dense. Despite this, sometimes he has some redeeming qualities, like being kind and risking his life to save others. It's also implied that his poor grades are not because he’s stupid, but because he’s lazy
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#ensemble stars#enstars#translation#undead climax#rei sakuma#adonis otogari#kaoru hakaze#koga oogami
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Thank you so much @katagawajr for tagging me on the "get to know better" game !!! Here's mine <333
Three Ships:
☆ I'm pretty sure this refers to ships as in fandom, but I don't really. Ship things actively ? I mostly just reblog things and then go ahaha yes... they're kissing again this is awesome ! But for the sake of keeping this brief, I'll go:
☆ Rhys/Sasha [They're adorable and I love how their dynamic develops throughout the story, especially seeing them dealing w/ conflict. I am never going to fucking forgive Borderlands for the way it treats its female cast sometimes but they handled Sasha and Rhys pretty nicely]
☆ Zacharie/Batter [I'm a sucker for weird guys who are weird together what can I say. Also they changed my brain chemistry when I was like 12 so maybe that has somethign to do with it]
☆ Gabv1el [Ultrakill mutuals this is your fault /silly /not serious but I just really enjoy characters with strong beliefs getting to go through the catharsis of shattering them, and this ship got that in spades babyyyyy I love these thangs]
Last Film:
☆ Romeo + Juliet (1996) ! (Again) Possibly one of my favorite movies ever. I just love the cinematography and the direction it takes with the story given the new setting. Classics are classics for a reason but this movie just HITS.
Currently Watching:
☆ Nothing for now ! But I'm planning to watch either the Saw series or There Will Be Blood with my brother this weekend :3
Currently Reading:
☆ Whatever my friends on discord make [Guaranteed Good Time, I <3 my friends]
☆ The Song of Achilles [If I don't read this book I think I'll be killed at the stake by my greek mythos friends. But also it's just very well written and poetic so I'm enjoying myself]
☆ Morangos Mofados <Rotten Strawberries> [Another really good book, my professor got me to read it and it is TREMENDOUSLY upsetting in the best way possible]
Currently Consuming:
☆ I drank like 1/4 of a chocolate milkshake my auntie brought me and I'm still thinking about it. It was good as hell. Otherwise I haven't eaten much !
Currently Craving:
☆ Other 3/4 of milkshake 😔
☆ Garlic bread....................... Garlic bread save me
☆ SCHOOL END NOW IMMEDIATELY RIGHT NOW PLEASE PLEASE PL
Taglist: @6-2-aestheticsofhate @rustycottoncandy @9fe2bf @whoever else wants to join really ! Don't feel pressured to do this if you don't want to <3 / Tell me if it isn't ok to tag you in stuff like this !
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oooooo i love being a blue team main rnnnnn i looooove it haha i love the fact that other people think blue team are the villains when for the past few sessions theyve been running for their lives because only fuckin two or three people are on at a time. i love ittt ahaha i love how every new rule somehow disadvantages blue and then blue find a loophole, and then get blamed for a new rule blocking that loophole. i hate how theyre obviously the team with Knowledge as their buff but whenever they do anything smart people say theyre evil and bm and shit.
leave them alooooooone for fucks sake. its a rock and a hard place, literally cant do anything without shitheads calling them evil or being mean or bullying or breaking the rules or whatever the fuck
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@kimmurielscryingmirror Thanks for the tag! Drow Smash or Pass game sounds right up my alley ahaha
Jarlaxle: Easy, smash. This man knows what he's doing, or at least wants the world to believe he knows what he's doing. I'd say he's not afraid to try new things, but lets be real, there's probably very little he hasn't tried. He's crazy rich so I do expect him to treat me to a nice dinner and a bottle of wine. Knowing that there's a sweet, caring heart underneath the flamboyant and chaotic exterior just makes him more attractive. This man would be perfect but I sense commitment issues and know he's got that tendency to self-sabotage relationships. Oh, well. A night of passion I'll never forget is more than enough from this handsome mercenary. I also want us to play dress-up in his closet after. Maybe during. I bet this man owns some gorgeous leather body harnesses. Probably a whole trunk of magical toys. Anyways.
Kimmuriel: ayyyyy you all know me well enough by now to know this is a SMASH for me. Love the fact that the fandom on here likes to put his height right around 5'; I've always wanted to try to pull off slinging a cute drow over my shoulder and walking off with him like the dragon sisters did with Jarlaxle, and I'm confident I can pull that off with Kimm here assuming he's into it and cooperates. Does he have Jarlaxle's experience in this arena? Probs not, but you just KNOW there's some freaky shit one could do with psionics, so lets uh, pioneer some new techniques if you know what I mean. I've got so many questions about psionics in general actually, so I'd hope this turns into at least a few dates and not just a one-night thing. Want to learn more about stars, sweetie? Here, lemme whisper infodump in ya ear, that's hot, right?
Rai'gy: He's confident and I like that, but I don't date or sleep with priests, esp. not priests from a super controlling religion. Sorry! It's kind of a "you gotta be at least thiiiiis much agnostic to ride" situation.
Valas: Listen, I met a guy once that was kind, loves to just leave situations, GREAT navigator, knows his constellations, and figures a great first date is a quiet late night nature walk. I wifed that man up so fucking fast.. and I'm not even talking about Valas here. But back to the drow at hand, this isn't just a smash, this is a respectfully smash and then marry. Or it would be if I wasn't already, yknow, married. But for the sake of the game, I'm telling you. I see marriage material right here.
Zaknafein: Sooo sadly I'm gonna take a pass on this one. I haven't got to the later books yet but fandom osmosis tells me daddy Zak has anger issues? Sorry, If I wanted a guy with kids, a crazy ex, and a tendency to lash out when pissed I could just drive my ass back to my hometown and have my pick of the litter.
Beniago: Have not really met him yet (maybe I should redo this when I'm actually done with all the books lol), but from what I hear, smash? Probably?
Drizzt: v respectful pass bc this man is married and also has a kid now. Hit me up twenty+ books from now and I'll let you know if I change my mind. I will say, if it were I and not Innovindil up on those mountains... anyways.
Gromph: Sorry, pass. Too old 4 me. Also kind of an asshole. He invites me back to his room to "meet his familar" and he's not talking about Kyorli. I tell him I'll do better on my next Transmutations Theory exam, thanks for your time professor, but I gotta go uh, do something. Maybe next time, thanks for the offer.
@solvicrafts and @maritimelass and @villainslut NO PRESSURE since not everyone is into this kind of game! I don't know who else to tag. If you want to jump in, go for it.
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damnnnn i miss my friend lol ahaha *kills self
Im not exactly happy about Gyro. I was a really lonely kid prior to 2020, i had like one friend and being part of Fersona earnestly changed my life, Gyro was one of my longest friendships, i loved this person, but to defend their participation in fetishizing child abuse and other such materials would just go against my morals, i'd really just like to see them reflect and get better, i didnt really want to leave but what fucking choice did i have if it was posting joyously about "t4t incest" or writing about a demented, lobotomized, transgender woman raping a child after school hours. Just why did you have to do this? this isnt how you cope, this isnt normal or healthy and it feels like self harm so why would you go ahead and say all these things. i dont wanna assume but yknow.yknowww it feels like Mallory coaxed them into it, entering a relationship with Mallory only to randomly one day get exposed for getting off to actual child abuse feels weirdly connected. but these were the people i'd suspect last of such a thing. i was raised on drama content, on callouts and whole essays dissecting how a child predator or a fido fucker was exposed and their descent into madness. i try to be normal, i try to have that voice in the back of my mind at all times. and yknow. i do struggle with weird things too, i did so at their age, i wouldnt say i was groomed, but i was influenced, i was influeneced and conditioned and i knew it was bad but i was told it wasnt bad as long as a very flimsy condition could be met and im seeing that in Gyro, someone their age takes their hand, pats it, and says "hey...its weird to be a freak" and you say "yeah! yeah! i know that! i advocate for freaks!" but at some point its not being a freak, its being a danger to yourself, its a slippery slope into something very very bad. i know you cant exactly control this sorta feeling i know this is a mental illness i know you have to get treated for paraphilias but for fucks sake you dont need to indulge it, when you have an urge to self harm you might self harm, or you might try to not self harm, you might find ways to hurt yourself without saying its self harm. as long as its not strictly "knife to wrist" you cant call it self harm right? like beating your legs until theyre purple or slamming your head against the wall or scratching yourself or bumming cigs or actually fucking slicing up for vulva for no fucking reason or trying to get yeast on purpose and then years later it happens okay WHY WOULD YOU FUCKING DO THAT. i miss my friend, they were my friend, i know we stopped talking as much, it hurt, i wanted to talk more, to both of them, but maybe its good i didnt get too attached.
fuck 4th of july
#vent#bwuhhhhhhhhh fuckkkkk#why did this have to happen to you#you can still come home you know this
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“Guess I’ll have to write a modern!Aemond thing where he’s not a fuckboy and also not trying to fuck a family member.” AKSKDK 😭 You’re such a good writer (and you write the best Aemond smut by FAR imo like rip my brain cells cause of how often I’ve reread certain smuttier passages 🫠🔥) but it’s difficult for me personally to get attached to a couple when Alys is in the middle of the reader/Aemond relationship ahaha (even though Alys in MHBTD is obviously only one take on her and set in a whole different universe/timeline compared to HOTD/F&B). Not that you have to curate your work for anyone, this is very much a personal pet peeve lmao. Also your interpretation of Alysmond is EXACTLY how I see them 😭 The “two cursed societal outsiders falling for one another in the midst of chaos and bloodshed despite how different their backgrounds are” is such a compelling theme and I would die if the showrunners capitalize on it. Can also see Ewan having chemistry with absolutely anyone so I’m intrigued to see him and Gayle together.
I jest, I jest, no but as much as I love writing fics that are sick and twisted it’s interesting to know what people actually want to read (like if you ever wanna shoot me a request you know where the askbox is 😚)
I had a few asks a while ago about Alys being done dirty in Aemond fics, and with regards to mhbtd. I agree, I don’t really like it when she just serves as a foil to a reader or an OC, or is just there for the sake of drama. I was really adamant with myself that Alys wasn’t going to fall into the trope of being the bitter Mrs in this fic, she’s not perfect but she has her own emotional journey and above all she wants to prioritise her relationship with her daughter, which takes a lot of patience and forgiveness on her part.
I really hope Alysmond turn out to be a genuine love story, even with the darker elements to their relationship. I just know Ewan and Gayle are going to do a great job, Aemond’s already giving everyone “do me” eyes, imagine when he actually likes someone aaaaa 😍😍😍 And I’m not familiar with Gayle’s other work but she looks like she can be freaky and intense and I’m ready to worship MY witch Queen of Harrenhal 😌
#inbox#alysmond#you know who would have had amazing chemistry with ewan#ME#please hbo gimme a job#please n thank u
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I have a challenge prompt: Kevin Flynn/Tron but in the universe of Black Mirror DURING the story
...I removed so much homoerotic tension from that story ahaha
Won’t lie, I’ve been letting this fic bob around in my skull for months because I love it so much. Furious and unshackled Tron + terrified but horny Flynn??? Fuck yeah.
This is set as an addition to the end of Ch 3 (after the pawnshop incident), I did my best to include all relevant information for those who haven’t read Black Mirror or for whom it’s been a while alike. :D
CW for some abusive behavior and sexual assault oops (also this isn't nearly as carefully edited as Black Mirror itself, like all these prompts)
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“Is there anything else we need before we go to the sea?” Tron asked from up ahead, his back to Flynn and the decaying Purgos. He was eerily nonchalant, as if he hadn’t just threatened Flynn and his program’s lives—and delighted in it.
The blank disc shook in Flynn’s hands as he tried hard to not think of where it came from and the lengths Tron descended to to get it. He needed only to keep in mind the lesson learned: to stay the hell out of Tron’s way. “Uh. No, I don’t think so.”
“Good.” Tron detached his light-cycle baton from his thigh, preparing to take off again, then paused. His head canted ever so slightly toward Flynn. His voice was low, deceptively conversational. “It occurs to me that I’ve told you so much, again and again, but you have yet to tell me the one thing I’d very much like to know.”
Flynn froze ahead of the question they’d been dancing around since this whole clusterfuck started.
“Why didn’t you install her?” Tron asked, turning to face him. His eyes were dark, dead set on getting an answer this time.
But it caught in Flynn’s throat, too big and painful and nebulous to go any further. They were going through hell to get her now, how was that not enough?
“I dunno, man,” Flynn said. The blank disc hung from his fingertips, his shoulders slack with exhaustion.
“I think you do.” Something wicked raked across Tron’s face as he faced Flynn directly. “I’ve been thinking. About Users and their fallibility, things I never dared to consider before. That, perhaps, you never had my best interests in mind.”
Flynn took a staggering step back to negate Tron’s slow advance. He didn’t like the look in the program’s eye, the angle of his shoulders. With all those safety permissions revoked, Tron was capable of anything—and was testing the edges of these new parameters.
“Though, given how your program operates, I suppose that was obvious, wasn’t it?” Tron’s smile was joyless and sharp. “It makes sense now, the way you look at me.”
Flynn bumped into the alley wall. Shit. “What?”
“More than that, it’s in the data. I have access to your ‘heart rate,’ did you know that? ‘Respiratory rate, temperature,’ I can even see your eye dilation from here. I’ve been reviewing the data, trying to understand it. User bodies are so different from programs, you know… But I think I finally do.”
Flynn pressed his back further into the wall, hands flat against cold simulated brick, his mouth open but wordless. This was a different sort of trap he’d stepped in this time, something he’d spent years and years ignoring for both their sakes.
“Say it out loud, Flynn.” Tron came closer, ever closer, and planted a hand on either side of Flynn’s head to pen him in; a scenario Flynn never imagined being nightmarish. “Tell me why you look at me the way you do. Why you denied me my counterpart.”
“You don’t know what you’re talking about, man.” Flynn flattened himself against the wall to get any amount of space between them—and desires he’d thought long buried with everything else. “You… you don’t know what I’ve lost.”
“Yori is at the bottom of the sea by your hand,” Tron ground out through clenched teeth, “and you want to talk to me about loss.”
Flynn was far too agitated to keep tiptoeing through this. “You’re just a program, you have no concept of the world out there, what it’s like. How fucking horrible it can be.” How the only thing that might begin to fill the hole left behind by another could be so agonizingly out of reach.
“Maybe I am just a program, but I’m no longer the only one trapped ‘in here.’” Tron’s voice dripped with contempt. “Remember, I followed you here, Flynn. Because you wanted me here.”
Flynn had no interest in revisiting ancient history any longer; he was ready to skip to the end where he’d wind up with another fist to his gut or perhaps get kicked to the floor. To be the target of Tron’s aggression until he was left to limp to the sea by himself.
So, with as much acid as he could muster, Flynn said, “Yeah, well, you’re not exactly good at saying no to Users, are you.”
Tron slammed his hand against the wall, making Flynn flinch. His jaw worked in thought as he stared Flynn down, his logic processors whirring to an inevitable, horrible conclusion. “You used me. Because that’s what I was made for.”
“Now—”
“But it wasn’t enough for you, was it? Is it ever enough?” Tron pressed himself closer, nearly flush against Flynn’s chest. Heat came off him in waves; he was overworking himself. “What would it take for it to be enough, Flynn?”
There was pressure, gradual, alarming in its intimacy; Tron’s thigh pressed to Flynn’s groin, coaxing his legs apart.
“Please don’t,” gasped Flynn, eyes shut tight.
“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Tron hissed in his ear, his thigh both threat and temptation. “Or is this not how you pictured it.”
Flynn bit back a curse and winced. Part of him—an obvious part of him, provided Tron knew as much about human anatomy as his encroaching thigh suggested—found the danger he was in rather thrilling.
In any other universe, Flynn would agree.
“Hm. I guess that’s my answer.” Tron pulled back just enough to take Flynn’s chin in his hand, its firmness indistinguishable between fury and fervor. His laugh was caustic, cruel. “I want you to know: all you had to do was ask. I’d have leapt at the chance.”
Everything in Flynn twisted at that, his hands sweating despite feeling so cold and light, like a balloon far out of reach. The instant Tron started to back off, Flynn shoved him the rest of the way. His cheeks burned as Tron laughed.
“Fuck you, man,” Flynn spat, uselessly swatting the unshackled program away. “Fuck you.”
With a final glance to confirm his victory, Tron unholstered his baton and rezzed his light-cycle. A few seconds later he was gone, and Flynn was left alone in the dank alley, resentment and longing mixing bitterly in his chest.
Tron wasn’t wrong, was he? There was more than one reason Flynn had cast Yori to the sea floor uninstalled, and why he’d delayed in porting her over in the first place. It was an ugly truth, one so petty and selfish that acknowledging it too long risked shattering his sense of self completely. Because he wasn’t like that, not really, not overall, not with real people.
But now this knowledge was in Tron’s hands, same as any other weapon—and Flynn, at his mercy.
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