#I have been reached out to by... at least 5 artists
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Can u make a jake or( whatever member u want)make up sex ? If not it's okay! 💗🐣
Ofc I can bb 🫶actually was already working on a hurt comfort fic before you requested it
love on you (s.jy)
Idol!jake x artist!reader
Warnings : angst ,hurt-comfort, smut, fluff, reader is insecure
Wc : 4.5k
"Man you didn't tell us y/n won an award wtf" jay's words sounded like static to jake's ears
"What? " He questioned through his hoarse voice, his head throbbing because of the constant state of moving his body had been in for the past few days. He doesn't remember when he last slept for more than 4 hours
"She just posted it on her story, check it out if you even care bro" jay scoffed and left the room, his voice condescending and accusing.
jake's brows furrowed while he automatically reached for his phone
"What do you mean if I even care? " he muttered to himself, feeling anger rise up in his chest at jay's tone.
His thumb swiped at your profile and clicked on your story, all anger leaving his body when he saw your figure holding the golden trophy while standing in front of the mirror, your face hidden from the flashlight of your phone.
His heart sank to his stomach and dread filled up his chest when he realised the gravity of the situation
"fuck" He muttered and rubbed his temples, heart running a mile per minute. What had he done.
He quickly clicked on his notifs and saw a couple of messages from you dated yesterday
"Shit baby I'm so sorry" he muttered, the throbbing in his chest reaching fever pitch, an ugly feeling rearing it's head in his chest when he finally read your messages
[Mine🤍]
[5:40 pm] I'm wearing the blue dress that you love so much tonight :), tell me how I look
[5:40 pm] (photo attachment)
jake clicked on the picture and he wanted to cry. You looked like a fucking goddess. God you were beautiful, you were so beautiful he was questioning how you were real.... how you were his
[6:30 pm] I'm feeling nervous, can't wait for you to be here, I just need to hold your hand for a bit, only for a bit I promise :(
[7:21 pm] you aren't coming are you
[3:30 am] (audio message)
jake's heart felt like it was tearing apart in two, he had fucked up so bad and he didn't think there was anything he could do to make this right.
There were missed calls from you after that last message and finally an audio message that sat staring at jake ominously
He rubbed his palm over his face and finally pressed play with trembling fingers
"Hi babyy i miss you- you slurred, your voice was shaky and he could tell that you were drunk when you recorded this message ,intoxication dripped from your tone
"Where even are you? Busy? Did you at least eat today baby?" he didn't deserve it, he didn't deserve your concern or love, he didn't fucking deserve you
"I hope you did- there was a pause - I haven't eaten- your voice sounded solemn all of a sudden, as if you were deep in your thoughts now, ur voice was hoarse like you had been crying
"Don't feel like eating ...... I waited for you- a sharp inhale, shit, you were crying. jake felt his own eyes dampen at hearing your first sniffle, he hated when you cried. He hated that he was the reason why.
"I feel stupid now" You whispered and then laughed condescendingly
"I mean, it's not like it was an important award anyway... just a stupid art exhibition. It's not like my art is that good anyway, I'm honestly questioning if they gave me that award cuz they needed a female in the merit list"
Wrong. You were amazing. And if anyone deserved that award it was you.
But jake didn't remember the last time he had told you that.
another sniffle
"You have more important stuff to do and i get that. And i told myself I won't cry today but here I am- you giggled through your sobs- I look so stupid right now, I bet I sound even more stupid everytime I annoy you with my stupid fucking feelings"
No you don't, he loves you, you are his everything, he wanted to say
"But I'm trying to change i promise.... I haven't been keeping track of our anniversaries anymore since the last time you told me it was childish and you had better things to do with your time"
jake closed his eyes and let a single tear fall down his cheek, god he regretted it everyday, he regretted opening his stupid mouth and talking to you that way every damn day. He had wished you would forget about it after he apologized to you but of course you haven't. That kind of hurt cannot be forgotten so easily
"It hurts but i manage... it's hard to manage tonight, I don't know why.... maybe because I can't stop expecting things to change, hoping that one day I would wake up and I'll be your priority again " You were full on hiccuping through sobs now
"God I'm so stupid and I wore this stupid fucking dress cuz I felt beautiful... not anymore tho, I don't feel beautiful when you aren't there to tell me I am..... you just matter so much to me and it kills me that I won't ever matter even half as much to you"
jake cursed and threw his phone aside while you still talked, holding his head in both hands, jake let himself cry
He let himself cry for all the times he'd hurt your self esteem so much it made you want to change, he cried for all the times he watched your smile fall cuz he couldn't be there for the stuff you wanted to do
He let himself cry for making you feel like you were less of a person just because you got excited over small things and little gestures mattered to you
He cried because he had been hurting the one person who made his life worth living, so much to the point that you had started to make yourself smaller. He had made you shrink.
"You are my first and last everything jake.. and i know you are an important person and have to hide it from the world that you have a girlfriend but i just feel like... Maybe in an effort to make everyone else believe that i don't exist, you started to believe it too.... and i don't even blame you. I've always been forgettable"
His phone dinged to signal the message had ended so he pressed play again. And again. And again. He doesn't remember how long he sat there listening to your sobs and heart wrenching pain. The pain that he had caused.
jake hadn't felt this kind of fear ever before. Not even when he had moved to a foreign country alone. He was losing his mind, dark circles under his eyes as he sat outside your apartment door. You weren't here, he knew that, he'd been coming to see you everyday but no sign of you. A locked door. That's all he was greeted with for the past 1 week.
Your phone was switched off, no calls or messages, no way of knowing how you were doing and where you were. Had you really left him for good this time? Would he never be able to hold you in his arms again? Hear your giggles and taste your sweet kisses? Was this your goodbye?
That was the thought that had him breaking down completely in his car in the middle of nowhere as he drove around looking for you aimlessly.
just once, he needed to see u once.
He wiped his tears and dialed jay's number
"I need you to do me a favor"
You missed him. You missed him so much it hurt. Were you being too harsh on him? You weren't doing it on purpose, you just didn't feel like you were capable of facing him right now, too embarrassed and feeling exposed after you sent that stupid voice note. A drunk mistake.
What if he broke up with you? What if he hated you now ?
You sobbed into your pillows in your childhood bedroom, crying yourself to sleep, imagining his arms around you, shushing you softly, telling you he loved you
God you don't even remember the last time he told you he loved you.
His knees buckled when his eyes fell on you. There you were, so fucking beautiful, so fucking tempting he had to physically stop himself from running to you and taking you in his arms. You weren't smiling and that's what made his heart clench. As long as he'd known you, you were always smiling, you were his personal little cheerleader.
"Y/n look who's here to meet you" your mother's voice made you jolt, almost dropping the antique case that you were cleaning.
And you almost dropped it again when your questioning eyes met his dark ones. Your heart started beating unbearably fast, your palms sweaty as you placed the case back on the counter with shaky hands
"you didn't tell me you had friends back in the city y/n! And such a handsome one at that- your mother cooed, wiggling her eyebrows at jake whose ears turned red - anyways, you kids talk while I bring you guys snacks" your mother said and disappeared around the corner, leaving you and the reason of your escape from the city alone. You stood there fidgeting with your fingers, the silence sitting heavy on you while you made it a point to look nowhere else except your feet.
After a few foreboding seconds which felt like hours you saw his shoes come into your line of vision, moving closer to your feet
Your hands gripped onto your skirt harshly when you felt his big hands cup both of your cheeks and move your face up to look into his eyes. His face inches from yours.
"Baby.. " he whispered and that's all you had to hear before breaking down, your vision becoming blurry and harsh sobs escaping your lungs
"God I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry sweetheart I'm so fucking sorry" His voice cooed, thumbs swiping at your cheeks to wipe your tears, kissing your cheeks and eyes to calm your heavy breathing
Your hands moved up to fist the shirt on his chest and you closed your eyes to finally let it all out, crying and sobbing your pain out, so hurt and so upset from what things had come to.
He pulled your heaving body into his arms and circled his arms so tight around you, as if afraid of losing you. You sobbed your heart out in the crook of his neck while he apologized to you, whispering countless confessions into your ears
"I love you, I love you so much baby, I'm sorry I haven't shown it to you enough" he whispered and you hiccuped in his chest, letting the hurt and disappointment wash over you, hearing him say he loved you already healing a part of you
His guilt ridden voice had you eventually giving in and wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling back to stare into his eyes, small sniffles leaving your lips as u observed his tired face. Your hand cupped his cheek and he leaned into your touch, kissing your palm. You traced the heavy dark circles beneath his eyes, his irises were red rimmed and exhausted, hairs messy and uncombed
"How long since u slept?" You asked in your hoarse voice
He stared into your eyes, giddy from feeling you close again, feeling too good cuz you were back in his arms
"2 weeks" He whispered and your eyes teared up again. You knew he had been harsh on himself because of his work, he was often sick, unable to sleep or rest and then there was you and your feelings
Who cared about your stupid feelings when this man in front in front of you couldn't even get proper fucking sleep? If anything, you were the extra baggage that he had been carrying around
"I'm sorry" You whispered and his brows furrowed "baby why? "
"because I'm so inconsiderate, I'm sorry I'm so demanding and - his lips cut your rambling off mid sentence, chapped lips pressed against your plump ones and he kissed you like he had never kissed you before. Desperate hands grabbed your waist while your own tangled In his hairs, pulling him closer to you. You were both hungry. No the better word would be starved. You were starved to the point that even a little brush of skin against each other was sending your heads reeling. The kiss tasted of despair and guilt, it reeked of frustration but most of all jake kissed you like he was scared.
"Wanting to feel loved isn't a demand sweetheart, I'm sorry i haven't been there for you, I'm sorry i haven't been making you feel like you are my priority, because you are. You have no idea what you mean to me baby, you're my little heart" he whispered into your mouth and you started crying again like the crybaby that you were. You were his crybaby tho, his to console and comfort. His to love.
He kissed you again, soft pecks all over your face, whispering things that he had never told you before, he didnt like talking about his feelings this way but the moment demanded vulnerability and he could do anything for you.
You were sure your mother had heard everything by now and that's why you didn't hesitate to drag jake into your childhood bedroom. The both of you snuggled in your bed and talked about your feelings for hours. Tears were shed on both sides but it was comforting in a sense, to clear everything up and come clean about what you both needed
"Will you wear that dress for me again? When we get home?" he asked, his fingers tracing patterns into your waist and you pouted at him
"you've lost that privilege" You teased , slapping his chest lightly
He stared deeply into your eyes, his gaze so serious it made your own smile drop
"I'd do anything to gain that privilege again, to see you look so beautiful for me,so fucking pretty for me" he whispered and you blushed, your head reeling from his words
"I'll wear it" You mumbled shyly, god you were weak for this man
He leaned into you to bite your cheek
"Yeah? you'd let me take it off you too won't you? Unwrap you like a present, just for me? "
You blushed harder, ears burning up, your fists hitting against his chest
"Pervert" you whispered and he chuckled, his hands wrapping around your body to pull you closer, nose burying in the crook of your neck, leaving small sensual kisses
"Can't help it baby I'm so down bad for you" he groaned into your neck, making you flinch slightly as it tickled. His hold on your waist was tight, squeezing you desperately
"you're seriously not thinking dirty things while my mom's down the hallway right? " You asked giggling even though your cheeks were red and flushed. It had been a while since you and jake had done anything like this, since you felt wanted by him like this
jake's pants tightened uncomfortably upon hearing your giggles. God you were so sweet, there was a reason his manager had been forbidding him from seeing you
You were a distraction. You were addicting. And anyone with two eyes could see that jake was addicted to you.
He had physically recoiled when his manager had told him to chose between his idol career and you, seeing how he was willing to sneak out to meet you, risking everything and putting everyone at stake
But jake had promised he would control himself. He couldn't live without you, even the thought of you not being there made his chest constrict. So he decided to stay away from you for a while. Even though it hurt , it surely hurt less than to stay away from you forever
"I was drunk and couldn't stop thinking about you" jake whispered, coming up to move your body, laying you on your back so that he could hover over you
"so i drank more and kept drinking till I couldn't feel my fingers"
Your wide doe eyes stared up at him curiously, wondering why he was telling you this all of a sudden
He brought his palm up to your face, stroking your cheek by the back of his hand, caressing you like he loved you
"I didn't forget about your award sweetheart, I was too drunk to remember anything at all, woke up hungover the next evening and i realized what I had done. In an effort to forget about you, I forgot everything else as well. I know it's not an excuse but i just need to tell you" He said, his expression guilty and distraught
You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to yourself
"Why were you trying to forget about me? Why not just come see me? or call me? "
Your innocent questioning eyes made jake close his eyes in impending sorrow. He leaned down and kissed u deeply, tasting your hot mouth to stabilize himself before pulling back and telling you everything.
You layed wide wake, stroking your fingers through jake's hair as he slept soundly snuggled into your chest. His soft snores and breath hitting your clavicle.
Honestly you weren't surprised that his manager had done such a thing. You weren't a fool, you noticed the hostile stares he would shoot your way everytime you went over to the boys' dorms or practice sessions. His eyes were always set on you in a glaring warning, as if to say, "you're not welcome here"
You hated that you understood where he was coming from. Being responsible for an entire group's reputation must be hard and your presence only made it harder.
You sighed and hugged jake's head closer to you, burying your nose in his hairs, breathing him in after so long. His hands were around your waist, grip so tight even in his sleep, it made you feel safe and so loved. This was all you wanted. Him in your arms, was that really too much to ask for?
You were still awake about two hours later, sleep just wouldn't come to you, head filled with so many thoughts. You tried slipping out from his grip to fetch water but his strong hands were pulling your body back into him
"Hmm don't go" He mumbled, his voice heavy and sleep ridden, eyes still closed but brows slightly furrowed. You smiled and kissed his nose, trying to slip again when his eyes opened wide, a gasp escaped your lips when he was flipping you over, resting his body over yours, nibbling on your ear
"I said don't fucking go" he growled and the sound had you rubbing your thighs together, hands coming up to rest against his shoulders
"I-i was just thirsty" you whispered and he hummed into your skin, nibbling on your ear again, sucking your lobe into his mouth making you whine softly
"I'm thirsty too" he whispered in your ear, his hands moving down to grab your thighs and parting them so he could settle his crotch against your middle, making you feel how hard he was in his jeans
"so fucking thirsty baby" He groaned and thrusted against you, a harsh gasp left your lips at his actions
"J-jake not here" you whispered but even you didn't believe your words, pussy starting to drip just from the way his voice sounded so husky and deep in your ear. His hands groped your lower body, taking a handful of your ass as he issued another thrust against you
Before you could tell him to stop again, he was pulling back, standing on his knees between your legs while he hastily undid his belt and jeans
"I'm sorry sweetheart I just can't wait any fucking longer, I need to put it in" he panted, you squirmed underneath him, watching how he was quick to pull his pants down his legs, his boxers coming off along with them, hanging around his thighs
He didn't bother taking his clothes all the way off, desperate hands reaching under your skirt to pull your panties down your legs
Your breathing was heavy, eyes pivoted to the hard dick that hung between his legs, arousal gushing down your slit when he rubbed a finger against your hole while fisting his own dick a few times "such a pretty fucking pussy"
"jake please" you moaned and he cursed, coming up to capture your lips into his own while he settled between your legs, rubbing his cock against your leaking cunt, rubbing it up and down, bumping against your engorged clit, making you moan into his mouth that was busy licking into yours
The feeling of being so close to each other after so long had you feeling hot and heavy
"Yeah baby? you want it?" he demanded, eyes dark and lust ridden as he gazed into your teary ones
"Y-yes please" you mumbled and jake clenched his jaw. Fuck. You were sweeter than candy and he couldn't control himself when it came to you
He rested his forehead against yours, looking down to stare at how his dick entered your warm sex, hips grinding to slide in smoother and deeper. Your mouth fell open in a silent moan upon the feeling of him inside of you after so long "baby f-fuck" he groaned into your mouth, feeling his resolve to go soft on you fading away at the way your tight walls were clenching around him
"you're sucking me in baby, so tight"
His words made your hips twitch. The indication enough for him to start moving in you. Your nails dug into his shoulders from above his shirt that he still wore as his hips started snapping against yours, his balls smacking filthily against your ass
His hot moans were making you wetter, drool escaping your mouth at the pleasure
"ts so good baby I fucking missed this" he pants, his hands groping your body mercilessly as he kept moving in and out of your leaking pussy
He licked the drool escaping your lips, sticking his tongue inside your hot mouth, licking into it with urgency while he moved your legs upwards, pressing your body in a mating press, increasing his pace
Harsh animalistic thrusts were sending your body in a ripple, making you move back and forth as he moved above you, sending the headboard of the bed slamming against the wall, the sex getting louder, messier
"Yeah, yeah, fuck yeah" he insinuated with every grind of his hips into you, meshing your lower bodies together to create a friction so insane it had you moaning his name in a chant, mind numbing pleasure clouding your senses
You both shared open mouth kisses, sucking on each other's tongue lewdly, uncaring of how messy it was, you loved messy
His hands moved up to hold onto the headboard above your head as he moved his hips deeper into yours, letting your legs fall around his hips, wrapping around his waist, your ankles digging into his ass to keep him buried deep inside of your warm cunt
"Wanted to make love to you but look what you fucking do to me" he groaned into your mouth, occasionally licking into it and digging his teeth into your lower lip, making you whine and moan in extreme pleasure. His dick made out with your cervix, bumping pleasurably into your g spot, penetrating your womb mercilessly
The sound of the headboard slamming was getting louder, bed creaked beneath your writhing bodies, the sweat on your naked bodies making it easier to slide against each other
Your moans were getting louder as his silent curses reached a fever pitch, a bunch of "Umhhnshit baby" and "so good" s falling from his lips, hips getting sloppier, pistoning in and out of you in a frenzy, uncaring of how your mother could probably hear you get pounded into the sheets
"s-so close jake I'm so close" you moaned and his hips got faster, his hand sneaking down to rub against your clit to make u reach your high faster. He couldn't wait to feel you gushing around his cock "that's right baby, make a fucking mess on me yeah?" he groaned, biting your lower lip and rubbing harshly against you, his hips never faltering, thrusting and thrusting until you were cumming all over his dick with a scream of his name
The moan was so pornographic it had him cumming within minutes of feeling the delicious clench of your cunt around his aching cock, filling you up to the brim, harsh pants escaping his lips as he used your pussy to ride his orgasm, eyes rolling back in pleasure. Sighs of satisfaction filled the empty space between your mouths
Harsh breaths were shared as you both came down from your highs, sharing sweet kisses and confessions, a string of "I love you" s falling from his lips while his palms caressed your body softly, rubbing against the parts where he'd grabbed you harshly
"Don't you need to go back? what will your manager do if he finds out you're here with me?" you asked some time later, his dick was still in you, feeling too good to cockwarm him just like this
He kissed you softly and shook his head "Told jay to take care of it. I honestly couldn't care less baby I just need you"
You bit your lower lip, getting shy now that he was being so sweet to you, not used to have him say such things to you casually "But u should care jake, you can't just risk your career for me"
"I could do anything for you. Nothing matters if you're not there, I hope you know that sweetheart" he whispered in your mouth before kissing you deeply again. "I hope you also know how proud of you I am my pretty little artist, no one else deserved that award more than you baby"
You wrapped your arms tightly around his neck and kissed him back, heart feeling full and all insecurities fading away at his words, cheeks flaming red from his compliments, unable to hide the smile overtaking your face
"I love you" you whispered, as if saying them any louder would take the meaning of the words away
"Yeah? Say that again baby" He whispered back and you giggled shyly, burying your face in the crook of his neck where you repeated the words again
He chuckled and kissed the side of your head adoringly "I love you so much too baby, and I'm going to show it to you every waking moment, I'm gonna love on you till you're begging me to stop"
You curled your body further into him at his words, heart feeling giddy after a very long time. Hoping that this feeling would last forever.
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•Midnight sessions & Love Confessions🌙🤍•
Genre: Fluff, best friends to lovers, flirting, slight sass on Chan’s part, cursing (very minimal) Idol!HanxReader
Words: 1.6K
A/N: This is my first time writing again in almost 5 years... Hopefully, you guys enjoyed this as much as I did!! If you guys want to see more of this please reblog/like the post or if you have any feedback please DM me!!
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“Okay Y/N, that was good but do you think you can sound like you're actually in love? You know, like how you are in love with Jisung.”
You glare at Chan while you mouth the words “Fuck you” to him. As Chan and Binnie start laughing at you as you simply roll your eyes. The boys have been teasing you about your crush on Jisung, the other 1/3 of the 3racha, for a while now. They accidentally found out about your feelings for him a few months ago during one of your usual movie nights at your place. Since then, they have been either making jokes or pushing you to confess your feelings to him. However, you have always refused, thinking that he doesn't feel the same way and you didn’t want to jeopardize your friendship with him. After all, Jisung has been your best friend for years and you both have been inseparable since you debuted together. You walk out of the booth frustrated and sat on the couch. Chan and Binnie at the same time turned their chairs around to face you. It was already 12:30 AM and you were exhausted.
“Why can’t you give this part to Lee Know or Seungmin, they can sing this better than I can anyway,” you say stubbornly, closing your eyes for a few seconds.
"Because I had you in mind to sing the girl's response to this love song, Y/n. Plus, Bin and I have been wanting you to sing this for the past year now. We've even discussed having you as our featured artist for this album so you really can't back out now princess," Chan responded with a smile.
You couldn't really argue with Chan about this because he brings up a good point. You and the boys have been begging management for a song collaboration for years, and as soon as they agreed, you all teased the collaboration to your respective fanbases. Scrapping it now would be a waste of time and bad from a publicity standpoint. Knowing you had no way out of this session for at least tonight, you groaned as you stood up back up from the couch and walked back into the booth, grabbing on the headphones that rested on the mic. Once you had the headphones situated properly and the lyrics in front of you, you look at Binnie for the next instructions.
“Okay Y/n, start from the top of the second verse until you reach the bridge. Remember, try to sing this as if you're falling in love. Put lots of emotion into this bunny,”
You nod while Chan signals to Binnie to hit the record button. The instrumentals start playing as you take a deep breath, closing your eyes, and trying to mimic the feeling of being in love. Instantly, you pictured Jisung in front of you, smiling ear to ear as he cheers you on from the other side. You couldn’t help but crack open a soft smile as memories of the two of you played in your mind. You start to recall all the times he saved you from bad blind dates and all the all-nighters you both would pull just because you both got heavily attached to some anime series that was 10 years old. You continued to sing into the mic, putting all the emotions you were feeling into it and not missing a beat. This was something you didn’t do in your first couple of recordings. You were so deep into your feelings, channeling that feeling of being in love, that you didn’t even realize you were hitting all of the high notes in the bridge that Chan originally took out because you couldn’t hit them. Once the music starts to fade away, the memories of Jisung and you fade away too. You slowly open your eyes to see not only Chris and Binnie smiling at you, but Jisung was also in the room, staring at you in amazement. He pushes Chris over to the side and speaks into the mic.
“Damn Y/n that was absolutely fucking amazing!! Who knew you had that in you, Angel.”
Angel... He just called you angel. He’s only ever called you Bubba or Bubbles but never Angel... You feel your face turning red as you quickly put the headphones back down on the mic and walk out of the booth.
Ignoring that you are blushing over this new nickname, Jisung attacks you in a hug as he whispers in your ear about how beautiful you sounded in your recording. When did Ji sneak in? Did the boys text him to come sit in as you sang? Did he see you blush when he called you angel? You were so deep into thought trying to figure out what just happened, that you didn’t hear Chan talking to you.
“Earth to Y/nnnn, did you hear anything I just said.”
“Huh, no sorry what did you say Channie?” You let go of Jisung's embrace, and as you turn to face Chan, you see him smirking. Unlike Jisung, he could tell you were clearly blushing over the compliments you were receiving.
“I said I think we finally got our take. If you want, you can go home for the night since I know it’s getting late, and we can play it back first thing in the morning for you.”
Sighing in relief, you agree while you pack up your things. You thank the boys for having to spend/ deal with you the last few hours, telling them you will see them in the morning, and start to walk out of the room when Jisung stops you.
“Y/n wait up!” He grabs you by the arm, spinning you around.
“Here let me take you home, it’s late and cold out.”
“Oh Ji, I don’t want to bother you with that! I was planning to Uber home anyway.”
“Well, luckily you aren’t bothering me with asking since I am also the one offering. Plus it is my civil duty as your best friend, so I am taking you home and that's final. Now come on, Angel.”
He interlocks his hand into yours as you both walk out of the company building and go to his car. You couldn’t help but look down as you try to contain your smile though this is something the both of you usually do consistently. Jisung walks up to the passenger's side of his car and opens it for you, bowing down and signaling for you to hop in. You giggle at his silly gesture as you playfully curtsey back to him and get in. It’s moments like these you can’t help but fall more in love with him. He closes your door and quickly runs over to his side of the car, turning it on. He puts on some random playlist and he puts the car in drive.
“Alrighty, off to your house.”
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After 10 minutes of listening to music in silence, you finally arrived at your apartment building. You could see from above your sister’s lights were still on which means she was still up playing video games with Felix and I.N. As you turned to face Jisung, thanking him for the ride home, you noticed he was already facing you, softly smiling.
"I know I said this earlier at the studio in front of the boys, but I really meant it when I said you really killed it with the song, Y/n. I can seriously listen to you sing all day."
That compliment made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't believe what you just heard. Although you are very talented and often hear comments like that from fans, there was something different about hearing it come from Jisung. It made you feel all bubbly inside as if you had butterflies fluttering everywhere.
"I am being 100 percent honest, Y/n. Hearing you sing with such passion and emotion, I would be lying if I said I didn't fall in love with your voice. I mean, I am already in love wit--" Jisung stops speaking as he covers his mouth and quickly looks down.
You look at him, taking a moment to process what was just said. Han Jisung, your best friend and long-time crush, has unintentionally confessed his love for you. Now the car is now truly silent as the music stops playing. With some newfound confidence, you reach over and gently lift his chin. He looks at you with red cheeks, clearly embarrassed, and tries to avoid your eye contact. You couldn’t help but smile as you finally, say the words he's been longing to hear.
“I am in love with you too Ji.”
Jisung grabs your face and kisses you passionately, and within seconds, you feel a rush of sparks running through your body. It's the answer you've been waiting for after years of not knowing. As Jisung pulls away, he places his forehead against yours.
“I've been waiting to do that since we first met, Angel.”
“I’ve been waiting for the same thing Ji.” You smile at him as you kiss him again.
After that night, the two of you officially became a couple. The boys were ecstatic to learn that you both had finally confessed your feelings to each other after almost a year of teasing. You also later find out that Jisung had actually written the song that had become a global #1 hit as a confession of his feelings towards you, not Chan and Binnie as you had initially thought.
So not only do you have the #1 love song trending worldwide, but you also got the best boyfriend by your side.
#straykids smau#straykids fluff#han jisung#han x reader#straykids imagines#stray kids#skz x reader#skz fluff#skz scenarios#skz han#skz 3racha#skz stay#skz imagines#skz fanfic#skz x y/n#stray kids x you
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escape artist
pairing; frank castle x fem!reader
summary; your orange cat was a menace but at least your gorgeous neighbour - Frank - got to help you out.
warnings; fluff, reader has an orange cat, slight au
notes; okay so this is day 5 of my fluffbruary fics! I'm currently working on day 6 so that should be out later tonight! this fic was so sweet and it makes me wanna write a friends to lovers frank castle suburbia au fic. like especially with this reader?? i feel like it'd be so cute so please let me know if any of you would like more of these two! but enjoy <3
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The neighbourhood was quiet when you woke up. The sun was filtering through your sheer curtains as you blinked awake. The familiar warmth of your cat sitting at your feet on the bed was gone and there were none of the usual yowls for food that woke you. You turned over, rubbing your face with your hand but when you looked across the dimly lit room, there was no evidence of your menace of an orange kitty.
It was just you. No cat. Your eyebrows furrowed and you shoved your sheets back, checking under the bed. There was nothing and then you realised. Your window. You had left it open. The screen had been loose and when you pulled the curtains back, you saw it. Sugarpuff had pulled the screen back and escaped.
“That goddamn escape artist,” You cursed under your breath as you stepped back from the window. It wasn’t the first time she had done this. You were told that orange cats were trouble but Sugarpuff was worse than any you had come across. You loved her despite it all but she was an absolute menace. You grabbed your crocs on the way to the front door, snatching the treats up from the side table. This was a routine now.
That was the one good thing about living in suburbia, early mornings didn’t mean hellish traffic. When you had lived in the city, there would be cars rushing by and Sugarpuff would - to put it bluntly - be dead by now. But in suburbia, she usually came running to the sound of you shaking the bag of treats.
“Sugarpuff!” You called from your front porch. The early morning sun had you wincing, your eyes hadn’t expected the sudden change in light but making sure Sugarpuff got back to you safe was worth any pain. You shook the bag of treats and waited. But there was no sound of familiar pawsteps. No Sugarpuff. You frowned, “Sugarpuff! Where are you?” You called again, stepping down off the porch and looking around. You shook the bag of treats again, “I have treats for you, baby. Just come here.” If it was any other time of day, you would have rather died than call out like that but it was early. Everyone was likely still asleep, having a lazy Sunday in.
Then you heard it. A whiny meow and you recognised it instantly.
“Where are you, baby? Sugarpuff, come on. I’ll give you a treat,” You called as you walked across the pathway of your front lawn. Then you spotted her. Your insane orange cat was perched on top of one of the trees. Her paws were pressed forward and it seemed like she kept trying to climb down but she was too scared. You stared at Sugarpuff, completely baffled by her.
“What are you doing up there, huh?” You said as you walked up to the bottom of the tree. Sugarpuff meowed out pitifully towards you again and you sighed. You ran your fingers through your hair before glancing around, “Stay right there, baby. I’ll get you down.” Sugarpuff meowed again and you pocketed the bag of treats before heading back towards the house. You had stepladders under the stairs which would hopefully reach you to her and she could come safely into your arms.
“You okay, ma’am?” The gruff voice of Frank Castle made you jump. He had moved in a few houses down and although you’d welcomed him with some cookies, that was the extent of your interactions. He seemed sweet enough and he had been helping Mrs Klein, an elderly woman in the neighbourhood, with tasks around the house. She had lost her husband last year and he seemed more than happy to give her support. It was sweet but you didn’t know much about him other than the small snippets from Mrs Klein.
You certainly hadn’t expected him to be up at this time on a Sunday morning and you whirled back around, he was dressed in running gear. His hair was sticking to his forehead, sweating dripping down the side of his face. He looked exhausted yet there was a soft look on his face.
“Yeah, yeah, just my cat. The orange menace got stuck in the tree,” You gestured vaguely towards the oak tree. Frank chuckled and glanced over, spotting the orange furball.
“Do ya need help?” He asked. You shook your head.
“I’m just gonna grab the stepladders and then I should be able to reach her. She’s a fucking idiot,” You explained as you stepped backwards, an amused smile spreading across your face. He nodded and you headed into the house.
When you came back with stepladders in hand, you hadn’t expected Frank to still be outside but that’s where he was. Instead, you found him standing at the bottom of the tree and he was talking to Sugarpuff in a soft, sweet tone; you honestly hadn’t even thought he was capable of it.
“Ya pretty lady is gonna get you down but ya gotta stop running out on her,” He said. Sugarpuff meowed back in response, clearly unimpressed by Frank’s assertion. You cleared your throat and Frank’s head snapped back, “Thought I’d keep her company while ya got the ladder,” He explained. You smiled and gently placed the stepladder down.
“She’ll appreciate it more than me,” You said as you adjusted the ladder so that it was firmly pressed into the dirt. The last thing you needed was to fall over in your pyjamas and crocs. You stepped up onto it and stood up on your tiptoes, just about able to reach Sugarpuff. But she didn’t seem like she wanted to be picked up and shied away, stepping backwards away from the edge, “Are you shitting me, Sugarpuff? Come here.” Frank chuckled below you, one hand resting on the ladder and keeping it steady as you stood on your tiptoes, desperately trying to reach out for her.
“Want me to try?” He asked curiously when he noticed that your attempts were futile. You sighed and tried to lure Sugarpuff forward but she didn’t seem to respond to any of it. You let out a huff of annoyance before getting down from the stepladder.
“Be my guest. She’s a fucking menace,” You said, exasperated. Frank chuckled and you switched places. Within seconds, Sugarpuff had let him pick her up and he stepped down from the stepladder. She settled against his chest and you watched in utter disbelief, “Fucking traitor,” You whispered towards the orange menace. Frank was grinning as he stroked Sugarpuff.
“D’you want her?” He asked, meeting your gaze. You sighed and rubbed your face.
“Could you take her inside while I bring the stepladder in? Don’t want her trying another fucking escape act,” You requested. Frank nodded and he gestured for you to go first. You carried the stepladders in and put them under the stairs again while Frank continued to stroke Sugarpuff, “Can you keep a hold of her a sec?” You asked. Frank let out a noise of agreement while you headed to your bedroom and closed the window. That menace was not going to escape again.
When you returned to the hallway, your screen door had been pushed to and Frank was sitting on the floor, stroking Sugarpuff as she rolled over. It was clear that she was loving the new attention and you were honestly in disbelief. Sugarpuff usually hated anyone that wasn’t you and she hated men the most. She constantly hissed at the mailman and any delivery drivers who dared to get too close to the windows. But it was different with Frank, it seemed
“Thank you for rescuing her. She’s a menace,” You said as you leant against the side table by the front door. You put the treats back on the side and he shrugged.
“S’all good.” The tension that had been in your shoulders since you woke up seemed to release as you took in the sight of Frank. He was so calm, stroking Sugarpuff like she hadn’t just nearly given you a heart attack at half 5 in the morning.
“Can I offer you breakfast?” You asked curiously. Sugarpuff seemed to recognise that word and she rolled away from Frank and got up on her paws again, “She definitely wants it. So, you wanna join us?” Frank looked at Sugarpuff and then at you, his face stoic. From that look alone, you had a guess what his answer would be.
“I would love to but I gotta finish my run and get back to Amy,” Frank explained as he clambered back up to his feet. You nodded your head, trying to brush off the sting of rejection. You knew that it wasn’t serious, it didn’t mean anything.
“Of course, thank you again. If she ever runs away again, I know who to call,” You said, forcing a smile onto your face, “I’m gonna go and give her some food so you can escape. Thank you, really. It means a lot.” Frank didn’t know what to say so he simply nodded and sent you a warm smile. That smile soothed the rejection a little as you headed into the kitchen.
Sugarpuff followed you in and when you put the wet food in a bowl, she happily began to munch down on it; while you washed your hands. It was a couple more moments of sorting out her supply of dry food and refilling her water fountain before you heard the front door close.
You found yourself frowning as you returned back to the fridge to pick up your breakfast supplies. You knew it was ridiculous to be upset at something so simple but Frank was endearing and Sugarpuff was usually avoidant of men. If even Sugarpuff liked him then she knew that he was a good one which made you want to know him.
It wasn’t until after breakfast that you wandered back into the hallway and on the side table there was a note. You had abandoned some scraps of paper that you used to make a quick shopping list. But among the blank scraps, one of the pieces of paper had a note scribbled across it. The handwriting was scraggly but you were pretty sure it said ‘Can’t call me if you don’t have my number’ followed by a string of numbers. Your jaw dropped slightly before you glanced at Sugarpuff.
“Thanks, buddy,” You mumbled before picking up the note and heading back into your room to put it into your phone.
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#frank castle#frank castle x reader#the punisher#frank castle x you#frank castle fluff#frank castle x fem!reader#frank castle x female reader#the punisher fluff#the punisher x reader#fluffbruary#reader-insert
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Working overtime
ꕥ Pairing : Bonten x Reader
ꕥ Synopsis : Who woulda thought tattooing gang members could lead to a gangbang.
ꕥ Word count : 3.15k ( i think )
ꕥ A/N : This took a while n i feel like it could of turned out better but at least i'm back to writing :)
ꕥ TW : smut, 18 +, tattoo artist!reader, rough, gangbang, dubcon, 5 (?) some, use of slut and whore, degrading, slight praise, sub!reader, anal, double penetration, handjobs, oral , mouth fucking (fingers), dumbification, voyeurism (?), fingering, slightest bit of knife play, unprotected, creampie, impact play ( kinda ), they r kinda mean, yes i have favourites i think it's obvious who they are // maybe i missed some lmk
It was a weird day for you to say the least, when you get scheduled for a tattoo session with a group of dangerous men you've heard way too much about on the news - you re bound to over think it.
Since usually you do your tattoos in your studio, having to move to a random location in the middle of nowhere and being taken there blindfolded - it wasn't like you to take a job like this.
But the sum of money was too large to turn down, although that was a bit odd in itself. You ve written it off as you just being the lucky one they picked, completely dismissing all the red flags.
" You can take it off now, love " Sanzu's voice coming from the drivers seat soothes your nerves as you felt the car come to a complete stop. You do as he says, sliding the silk cover off your eyes, squinting slightly while adjusting to the light.
Sanzu smiles at you, opening the back seat door to let you out while you grabbed your bag, looking around you ended up freezing up. It was a massive garage filled with expensive cars one next to another, from Ferarris to Porsches, nothing seemed to be missing.
" I'm sorry " You apologise, feeling embarassment as you realised you ve been staring around for too long, the bright spot lights shining down on the man next to you, his blue eyes seemingly glowing as he raises an eyebrow.
" No need for apologies, you can relax - come " Sanzu grabs your hand, guiding you towards the big lift in the middle of the building.
You exhaled, looking at yourself in the mirror as Sanzu pressed the button leading up to the 2nd floor before turning around to meet your gaze in the mirror, giving you the same comforting smile.
You couldn't help but notice his scars, although you ve seen wanted pictures around everywhere - you would of never guessed how he would look like in person. Nor did you ever expect for him to act so nice to you, but regardless of that - your anxiety started to fade as you reached the floor.
" So the picture you sent me - that symbol , how many of you do i need to ink it on ? " You try to make conversation as you start walking through the hallway, pacing next to Sanzu.
" 5 of us, shouldn't take too long though - for me, i want it here " He said as he slid the sleeve of his shirt up, revealing his arm and showing you the area he d want covered .
You nodded in affirmation, humming an " ok " while trying to ignore the predominant veins on his arms along with his knuckles which were bright red and looked rough - who were you to question it anyway, you knew what you were getting yourself into from the very start.
" Ah , we're here "
You come to a stop in front of a big wooden double door, gulping as you feel your anxiety pile up again.
" Hey, you good? " Sanzu places a hand on your shoulder to comfort you making you turn your attention back to him with a lazy smile.
" Yup - all good " You laughed nervously, appreciating the small gesture. As Sanzu pushed open the doors, you pulled down on your skirt and shook your head deciding to fake it till you make it.
There was no going back now so you might as well be confident with it. As you walked behind Sanzu in the room, the first thing you noticed was the table in the middle of the room, 4 other men you ve recognised as Bonten members crowding around it, mindlessly scrolling through their phones while one was taking a long drag from a blunt - the intoxicating smell filling your senses as soon as you took a step closer.
You coughed, catching their attention and the man placed the blunt on the ashtray, sitting up and offering you a hand with a deviour smile, his hair loosely styled as a few strands fell on his face.
" The names Ran , pretty "
You smiled back and shook his hand, introducting yourself slowly to the other members before taking a seat at the table, facing Mikey - the one person who hasn't really talked much.
As you continued your chat with them, you got to know them one by one and your nerves eased completely, they looked intimidating but weirdly enough - they were so laid back you began to lose track of time and had to remind yourself you were here for business and needed to get started.
" So , Sanzu on the arm, Haitanis on their neck, Koko , you want it on your temple - and Mikey ? " You raised an eyebrow, taking the tattoo gun out and getting everything set up.
" Neck, the back of it " Mikey answers, his words barely coming out as he avoided eye contact with you. You shrugged it off and turned your attention to Sanzu who would be first.
He opted to unbotton his dress shirt and take it off to make things easier for you, but in all honesty it made it much harder to concentrate - you would never show that though.
You crouched down next to the chair and placed the stencil on, beginning to outline the symbol with the tattoo gun, pausing once you hear the man above you his through his teeth, a small smile on his face.
" Oh i'm sorry, shoulda given you a warning " You laugh it off, looking up to meet his eyes again.
" It feels kind of good , actually " Sanzu replied back, not breaking eye contact as he relaxed further in the leather chair.
From this angle you hated how your dirty mind made you think, being so close to his crotch didn't help your case and the small grunts were not ideal but nontheless - you did your job.
The room was quiet most of the time, you could only hear the small buzzing noise from the gun along side breathing, small noises that you immediately picked up on. You made your way through the rest, arriving at the last person which would be the younger Haitani brother, Rindou.
" I'm gonna be honest, this place will hurt like a bitch" You gave him a fair warning, tilting his head back before hearing his brother complain from behind you.
" Coulda told me that as well " Ran teased, making you roll your eyes as you changed the needle up.
" Well, i had a feeling you could handle it " You chuckle, beginning on Rindous tattoo. As soon as the needle came into contact with his neck, he exhaled before biting his lower lip, his eyes shutting and opening - slightly watering looking up at you.
You froze for a second, letting out a small 'fuck' you thought noone heard but once you felt Ran's slender fingers land on your hips from behind you, you knew you were in trouble.
" What was that ? " Ran says making the younger Haitani chuckle , your hand slightly shaky as you felt yourself lose that fake confidence instantly.
You were turned on and it was so painfully obvious there was no way any of them could of missed it. The tension was there since the moment you walked in and it just kept getting worse and worse.
The sound Koko made when you accidentally tugged on his hair to get it out the way, the way Sanzu looked down at you as you were crouched down and now this - this was dangerous.
" Oh, i meant fuck like i had to pause because my hand was shaky -" You stutter trying to come up with the terrible excuse on the spot, continuing to ink Rindous neck.
" Right, of course " Ran gave you a snarky reply before letting you get back to work. The breathing on the nape of your neck as you felt him look past your shoulder from behind you, it send shivers down your spine. You ignored it as best as you could but Ran's hands slowly made their way to the bottom of your skirt - and by then , you felt him raise it up slowly.
You were about to be finished but you took a small pause again , trying not to mess it up while glancing towards Sanzu - hoping for the same comforting smile from before.
Instead , though - you were met with the sight of him shirtless, twirling a glass of whiskey in his hand as he watched you contently from the small couch, Koko and Mikey on either side of him quietly chattering among themselves.
You tried to concentrate to the best of your ability and once you placed that final dot on the Rindous tattoo and placed the tattoo gun back on the table, you thought it was over.
Rans hands never once left your body, and you realised soon enough that it was far from being over.
You let out a gasp when you felt his hand push down on your back, bending you down roughly before you heard the sound of your tights ripping , your ass now on full display for everyone to see.
" What are you - This isn't - " You tried to speak, your hands grabbing onto Rindous shoulders tightly as another gasp leaves your lips, your hips swaying once you felt Ran's cold hand run between your clothed folds.
" I was right - this slut is dripping " Ran scoffs, pinching on your clit causing you to whimper. You looked back towards the couch, watching Sanzu stand up and pace towards you, pulling Rans hand off leaving the other man confused.
" Leave it - "
You breathe out in relief, but once you felt yourself being picked up, you could sense what was to come.
" She'll have to take me first " Sanzu placed you on the table with a smirk, parting your legs as he began kissing on your neck - earning quiet moans from you.
You wanted to push him away or say anything but you couldn't - ever since your eyes first met you had dirty thoughts running through your mind. You couldn't help it, he was attractive.
Rindou stood up and you couldn't process how it happened , but the two brothers ended up behind you, quickly slipping off your top and bra as Sanzu continued to roughly kiss you, his fingers reaching into his back pocket.
You looked down, your eyes widening once you saw the small switch blade swing open, the adrenaline kicking in mixed with the pleasure of the Haitanis rolling your nipples between their fingers, roughly grabbing onto your body before unzipping their dress pants and taking their hard cocks out, giving it a few pumps before going back to focusing on your chest.
You glanced at them and then at Sanzu, finding yourself surrounded as you begin to pump their cocks with your two free hands quickly, earning small words of praise and groans from the pair.
" Sanzu -" You got muffled by two fingers being placed into your mouth, your eyes looking next to you to see Koko towering over you, his red liner smudged as his expression focused on your lips.
" Stop whining and start sucking " Koko demands and you look at him through your damp eyelashes, twirling your tongue around the pad of his fingers and sucking obediently as small muffled moans leave your lips, trying to please him.
You felt the blunt size of the knife along your thigh, instinctive jumping causing Kokos fingers to slip out of your mouth, earning you a slap across your cheek before he grabbed your face to look at him.
" You seem pretty calm " Koko chuckles, pushing his thumb back past your lips
" How many times have you done this ? " Koko asks as Sanzu cuts through the fabric of your skirt and panties, further teasing you with the blunt edge of the knife on your thighs causing you to let out a shaky moan .
" Never sir " You manage to choke out, your lips parting once you felt Sanzu plunge his slender fingers inside your wet cunt, making your attention turn back to him.
" Lying whore - bet you've been passed around like this before " Sanzu growls against your ear , pushing and scissoring his two fingers against your spot causing you to moan his name out loud, clenching your fist around Ran and Rindou.
Suddenly, Sanzu takes his fingers out of you and flips you over, bending you over the table so Koko would position himself in front of you.
You resume back to the Haitanis, feeling precum leak onto your hands as you picked up your pace again, feeling your legs start to shake when you hear Sanzu taking off his belt .
Looking up at Koko , you saw him grinning down at you, taking out his cock before tapping on your cheek.
" Open wide , darling "
You follow his instructions, tears welling up in your eyes as you take the tip of his long cock in your mouth, focusing on that before gagging once you feel Sanzu drive himself into you in one long stroke, your eyes rolling back with a moan.
" Fuck , 's too big " You try to say but it ends up coming out muffled, Koko grabbing a fist full of your hair and pushing you down till your nose touched his pelvis, continuous gagging as you had no time to think of anything.
" You can take it " Sanzu lets out a breathy laugh before landing a smack to your ass, the sound of skin against skin filling the room along with your loud moans and their groans.
" Did i say you can stop, slut ? " Koko's words were fuzzy in your mind as you resumed and carried on sucking his cock, looking up at his throwing his head back as you felt yourself come closer and closer to cumming, Sanzu reaching deep inside you with every rough quick stroke.
" If you want it, better ask " Sanzu sends another smack to your ass before pulling you away from Koko. The impact of the smack nearly sent you over the edge, Sanzus cock hitting against your spot repeatedly as you tried to keep up with the Haitanis as well.
" Please - can i cum " You plead, your mind already going blank as you looked around you, noticing Mikey has been standing and watching the whole time, not saying a word.
Your eyes meet his and you felt your mascara run down your face with tears, whimpering a small please as another slap lands against your ass .
All you saw was Mikey giving you a small nod before you let go completely, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you came all over Sanzu's cock causing him to groan when you squeezed down.
" Fuck, dirty slut - you ever had it in here ? " Sanzu licked on two of his fingers, pushing them past the rim of your ass causing you to shoot up in pain, earning a few chuckles from the rest.
" Guess not " He moans in your ear, carrying on loosening you up as he drove his cock in and out of you roughly.
" Shit - I'm gonna - " Sanzu strokes in a few more times before you felt him fill you up completely with his cum before pulling out of you, the overstimulation of his fingers inside your ass along side his cock making you cum again with loud moans.
" Oh fuck, please- " You once again got muffled by Koko as he pulled you back down on his cock, the Haitanis making their way behind you quickly.
You felt a sharp pain once Ran slid the tip of his cock past your ass making you whine on Kokos cock.
" Shit, fucking tight " Ran coos , smacking your ass making it harder and harder to focus on Koko. Just when you started getting adjusted, Rindou slid himself into your cunt , exhaling loudly as he picked up his pace along side Ran.
The pain slowly faded turning into pleasure as you felt yourself being filled up by the three, your mind going blank as you roll your eyes back and cum over and over again, driving you insane as they continue to abuse your holes.
Kokos grip tightens on your hair and you feel him push you down hard making you choke while without warning he shoots streams of cum down your throat with load groans before pulling out suddenly.
" Good girl " Koko taps your cheek before taking a seat down and catching his breath.
You try to breathe after you swallow, your stomach feeling full as you didn't have any time to process anything, your eyes instinctively search for Mikey from across the room with every time you cum.
" Holy- fuck - please " You couldn't speak as your vision starts to blur, feeling your body begin to get exhausted as you continue to get fucked even rougher.
" What do you want whore ? " Ran groans into your ear after he pulls you up by your hair, Rindou drilling himself deeper and deeper - bumping into your cervix with every stroke.
" Please - fill me up " You moan, choking on your spit as you try to push yourself back on them, meeting their thrusts as the continued to fuck you dumb.
" Im your slut - 's so good " You slur on your words, quickly getting the two to reach their highs.
Your legs feel like they are about to give out as the two stroke in and out a few times before cumming at the same time, finally granting you your wish.
Ran and Rindou pull out of you and join the rest, catching their breath as you feel yourself already almost drifting to sleep - cum leaking out of everywhere down your legs.
" Fuck - Mikey " You quietly call out in exhaustion, your eyes struggling to stay open before they meet his again.
Mikey was the only one who hasn't done anything so when he stands up quickly, your heart jumps expecting more but instead of taking his turn he lifts you up on the table, leaving the other men confused.
" All of you, out " Mikey speaks, looking at the rest as they hesitantly leave one by one, closing the door behind . Your breath regulates as you try to face him, embarassment creeping on your face as he shakes his head with a half smile.
" Why didn't you -"
You get interrupted by him chuckling a response,
" I don't like sharing like that "
You couldn't help but get this weird feeling in your stomach as he helps you up quietly, leading you up to the couch and laying you down on the cushions carefully.
" You can crash here tonight, i'll give you the money n send you home tomorrow " He tells you before facung away from you and you impulsively reached out for his hand and pull him down, making him turn back around.
" I want to ... see you again " You manage to choke out before drifting off to sleep, earning a quiet laugh from the shorter man .
" Don't worry, you will "
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So I was surprised that there hasn't been a Baldur's Gate Sims 4 Legacy Challenge made yet, so I made one. This only includes the BG3 companions and custom characters. You're welcome. Let me know if I forget a pack.
Required packs: Get to Work, Realm of Magic, Strangerville, Snowy Escape, High School Years, Cottage Living, Get Famous, Seasons, Get Together, Cats and Dogs, Discover University, Growing Together, Parenthood, Spa Day, City Living, Vampires, Werewolves (optional), Island Living (optional), and Romantic Garden Stuff (optional)
Generation 1: Laezel
Socially Awkward, Genius, Active
Start as an Alien; you are not allowed to disguise yourself
Complete the BodyBuilder aspiration
Reach max Fitness and Logic skill
Reach level 10 of the Military career, either branch
Become Woohoo Partners with a sim and achieve Best Friend status without any romance bar
Have at least one Science baby with your best friend (No Try for Baby or Adoption)
Generation 2: Wyll
Self-assured, Proper, Good
Complete the Social Butterfly childhood aspiration
Complete the Friend of the World aspiration
Complete the Diamond Agent career track
Reach max Charisma and Dance skills
Have a negative relationship with Lae'zel and leave the house as a Young Adult
Have one child with an Evil, Mean, or Jealous sim, who will be Karlach.
Achieve soulmate status with another sim and stay with them until you die.
Generation 3: Karlach
Goofball, Hot-headed, Self-assured
Complete the Rambunctious Scamp childhood aspiration
Join the Football Team and become Football Captain
Complete the Joke Star aspiration
You must reach the Comedian branch as a Young Adult, but quit for the Manual Laborer part-time job until your death
You must have at least one child with a friend or lover in your household
Die as an Adult having completed all requirements
Generation 4: Shadowheart
Gloomy, Noncommittal, Snob
Be raised by a sim that is not your surviving parent. You are not allowed to interact with your original parent until you become a Young Adult.
Complete Friend of the Animals aspiration
Max out the Pet Training and Mischief skills
Reach level 3 in the Criminal career, and then max out the Detective career
Own at least one barn and one chicken coop
Have at least one child
Optional: Have your child through the Wishing Well
Generation 5: Halsin
Love the Outdoors, Romantic, Animal Enthusiast
Become a Master Llamacorn Scout
Complete the Serial Romantic aspiration
Max out Gardening and Parenting OR Nectar-making skills
Reach level 10 in the Conservationist OR Gardener career
Have at least 5 children with all different sims, one of them a spellcaster (Gale)
Own at least two barns, one chicken coop, and one garden plot, including Shadowheart’s barn and coop
Optional: Become a Werewolf and master control of your wolf form. Woohoo in Wolf form at least once.
Generation 6: Gale
Ambitious, Bookworm, Good
Must be born a spellcaster
Complete the Creative Genius or Whiz Kid Childhood Aspiration
Join the Chess team as a Teen and become Chess Team Captain
Become an A Student in Grade School and High School
Max out Research and Debate and Cooking skills
Go to the Magic Realm as a teenager and train with a spellcaster. Have a romantic relationship and break up with that spellcaster as a Young Adult.
After the breakup, perform the Rite of Dissolution. (RP that this was forced.)
Complete a University degree
Max out the Professor career track and have at least one non-spellcaster child with a different sim
Optional: Become a Spellcaster again after completing your studies and reach Virtuoso rank before your death
Generation 7: Astarion
Paranoid, Kleptomaniac, Unflirty
Complete the Slumber Party Animal childhood aspiration
Join the Drama Club and become a Junior Artiste as a Teen
Join the Law career and reach level 5
Seduce 10 sims and lure them to Straud’s mansion, turning at least 5 of them into vampires. You can only control Straud to turn sims; otherwise, you must primarily control Astarion. You cannot have a job and can only leave the mansion to pursue victims as long as Straud lives.
Be turned into a vampire by Straud as a Young Adult and move into his household
Make at least 3 friends
Kill Straud in your lifetime and take over his mansion
Achieve soulmate status with a non-vampire
Max out Vampire Lore and Mischief skills
Have at least one child
Cure yourself of vampirism OR turn your soulmate into a vampire
This generation can overlap into Generations 8 + 9, but must be completed before Generation 10
Generation 8: Minthara
Self-absorbed, Evil, Ambitious
Can be a vampire or human, but must identify as a woman
Finish the Mind and Body Childhood Aspiration
Join the Cheer Captain activity as a teen
Max out Fitness and Charisma skills
Complete the Leader of the Pack aspiration
Only women can be members of your group
Reach level 10 of the Business career, either branch
Have at least 5 enemies
Have at least one child
Generation 9: Dark Urge
Erratic, High-Maintenance, Gloomy
Complete the Public Enemy aspiration, then the Friend of the World aspiration
Max out Mischief and Wellness skills
Make 5 enemies, then repair all the relationships to Friendship level
Reach level 10 of any career
Have at least 1 child
Generation 10: Tav the Bard
Cheerful, Good, Creative
Complete the Artistic Prodigy Childhood Aspiration
Complete a University degree
Complete the Bestselling Author Aspiration
Reach level 10 in the Acting career
Max out Guitar (Lute) and Singing skills
Write 9 novels that correspond with each previous generation
#gale of waterdeep#bg3#baldur's gate 3#gale dekarios#bg3 oc#astarion#shadowheart#halsin#sims 4#sims 4 legacy#legacy challenge#ts4 simblr#lae'zel#wyll ravengard#karlach demonsbane#minthara#lgbtq#dark urge#bg3 tav
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Welcome To...
banggyu0308's 1k celebration!!
When I first started this blog in April of this year, the idea of having one thousand people who liked my writing enough to hit that little blue follow button sounded so out of reach that it never even crossed my mind. The fact that I reached this milestone before even reaching four months of being on this blog is absolutely insane to me. Thank you to everyone who's been with me from the start, and to the newcomers who arrive each day.
Now, time for the fun!!
My inbox will be open for milestone-related asks until September 15, 2023, 0:00 ET. One individual may send up to ten asks related to the celebration during this time period. This applies to individuals with multiple accounts as well. Any and all asks sent between August 15th and September 1st will automatically be assumed as part of the celebration and will be answered with the tag 'but i luv u — 💙'
Asks you send must include at least one of the following:
— 1-2 prompts
prompts from my sfw and nsfw prompt lists (you may mix between lists or use two from one!) along with the txt member(s) you'd like me to write it for. prompts will be turned into fics at least 1k words in length and the published fics will be linked on this post. (nsfw list is under my 'adas hard hours' tag, which means you will be unable to see it if you have it blocked.)
— 1-5 photos
photos can be sent by themselves as a prompt for me to write a story off of. they can also be sent along with a prompt as an example of the outfit/hair you want the idol(s) to have in the fic. you may also send in a photo of something you'd like the reader to wear. please specify if you'd like sfw or nsfw if it's just a photo by itself.
if on anon, photos can be sent through a google or pinterest link, exampled here, here, and here.
— any amount of questions for me!
i will not answer personal questions surrounding me, my family, or anyone i know in real life, such as questions about where I/they live, work, go to school, etc.
anything else is welcome! you my also ask my 'top 5' of anything
— a request for a song recommendation or a custom-made playlist!
you may request as many playlists or recommendations as you want! you can either send a song for me to form a recommendation or playlist around, or you can just ask for a random one! you may also ask to know the songs on MY specific playlists (such as mood playlists or my playlists for the txt members), songs i'm listening to right now, or my favorite artists. You can also ask what song(s) i associate with you, or an idol.
— wildcard
choose a number between 1-10 and get something special! if you choose a wildcard, tell me a little about your personality, hobbies, likes, dislikes, ideal career, and who your bias/wreckers in txt are! if you choose numbers 9 or 10, i also need your favorite song.
hurry up! there are only two slots for each wildcard number, so choose fast! (please only send in one wildcard request!! we want to make sure everyone who wants to gets a chance 💙)
Of course, additional conversational asks are welcome as well, but will also be answered with the same tag!
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Please don’t think of me as a male artist.
..is what i used to feel, for many years, even when I finally came out as trans. In a way, its one of the factors that kept me from pursuing HRT (which im so glad i finally did.) After only one year, my feeling on this hasn’t evaporated completely but i suppose I kind of don’t care anymore about how I am interpreted, as a person/artist, ect.. It isn’t something i can be in control of anyway, which upsets me less than it used to.
Sometimes in the past, the way i write characters has often been analyzed by the gender I am, or appear to be - that my male characters were written like how a woman writes men (too emotional/vulnerable, ect) , or how my female characters are written thoughtlessly- like how a man would. (too horny, stupid, violent, ect.) Its not a new way to analyze a story but I can’t say that it doesn’t annoy me. It could still be true that my characters/writing could fall into sexist/problematic archetypes, but gendering my work based on the way my characters act always reminds me of the “you draw like a girl/boy” comments, which used to be more frequent when i was a teen.. But the idea that boys = angular, good at cars! Or something and girls are, i dunno, gonna draw sexy anime men or something. Even as a teenager, i hated this idea that my art was “girl art.” Truthfully, i always viewed my art and myself as an artist as genderfluid, maybe even a type of drag performance, where i can explore any gender and not be limited by my body, it was my escape from that. Which naturally, it became my place to explore gender presentation and eventually helped me “crack my egg” of realizing i was a trans man.
I do think its important to reflect or regard my work as the art made by a trans man, or transmasculine person. I feel more and more just like “just a dude” these days. I am also a gay man. I think those things are important to my work. I think that the analysis of my work in regards to my identity as a person is important to reflect on. I also think the steps I took to get there were important, that transformation and my continued exploration of my older selves and more “label-less” self in the art i make. That’s a private space for me, that I happen to share with the world too. I feel the audience is part of my work too, I welcome it even. I have become part of the audience too and I look at my work as if I’m also a stranger. The older my work gets, the more of it I can study, the more I can see plainly how I got here and also it feels so confusing how it did. I try to study my art to help me find where I want to go to next, a map to guide me.
In some ways, I feel more lost than I did before, where all my instinct was pushing me was just to grow and explore as much as possible. Now, I don’t have that same type of energy that I used to. Its not a bad thing, its just different. There’s a sense of duty and commitment and a sense of dread of the time it takes to do what I feel compelled to do on this step of my journey. I am trying to focus more on the things I used to think I was incapable of before and I’m trying to remember the things I used to think were so effortless. I can tell my art is sharper but it feels almost like a mimicry of my older selves - at least when I revisit old work to continue its journey past where its been frozen in time. Comics take a long time, after all, it's normal that after a few years - a story might be yours, but it feels like it belongs to the past of you too, maybe more than it does in the present. I like the commitment I have to my comics though, its not a burden to me. The feeling is strange anyway.
I tend to think that 1-3 years of a project being made, those are the honeymoon years of the relationship. But you hit a wall in 4-5 years and sometimes you’re in denial about it, you try to keep the dreams and feeling alive as you drag it forward, and sometimes the project really reaches its end around 8-10 years and it becomes a type of empty promise to return to it. Not that this is true for every artist, every project, ect. But I think its a natural lifespan for comics that I’ve observed, and it's because it is uncomfortable to face morality and the morality of our own art. Art is this escape, and when it becomes a job - or an uncomfortable mirror into these things about ourselves, about our failures and promises we couldn’t manage to make, the pressures of the audience, the boredom of the task if you have already told yourself the story a thousand times and you have no longer a desire to continue it, ect - its a normal and natural feeling to want to drop it off a cliff. Blow it up, start over fresh - I know the feeling! Its happened many times. But its kind of temporary? Then, it cycles back to nostalgia - and the desire to create and recreate and reform the past to something tangible again.. uh
Sorry, sorry.. I am getting far from the point I started with. Not that any of this makes too much sense, I feel like writing it anyway. It bothers me that the fantasy of art to me, is the ability to dissolve yourself and stop existing, you are the creator creating. You don’t need to be confined by, really anything. It is in “your control” now, and you surrender your own control by falling into the art and letting it “lead you” places. This is a very seductive process and while it might temporarily be fulfilling (even when done for a lifetime) cannot really.. What.. completely fill the void of whatever you’re chasing down there? Its nice though. At least, when I think about when i first started drawing comics, it was to draw Vash the Stampede (from the original 98 anime series, i hate the new one. We’re not talking about there here) coming out of my television after a thunderstorm and he had to just live in my house now. It was the closest thing I could do to actually manifesting that as reality, of making this amazing anime husband come to life to just like live with me now and be my boyfriend. In a lot of ways I don’t see my pursuit of writing ocs, specifically male ones, really much different from this same desire of like “i can just make my perfect boyfriend!” born out of the loneliness I felt in my heart, and the fear that there is no boyfriend out there for me so i need to frankenstein my own - and this boyfriend will be poifect in every way. Or like, crafting the perfect “relationship” in replace the lack of one, or just the fantasy of watching very abstract extremes come to life in various puppets i crafted, beating the shit out of each other for entertainment. But to subject all these.. Abstract Internal conflicts as simply like a “boy author thing” or “girl author thing” is like.. Tiring. Are we really not past that? (Of course not.)
Like there’s some hidden truth to the way someone might write/draw, the way that “makes sense” in retrospect once the identity of the author is analyzed and discovered.. How can you make sense of the self, let alone the other .. and In a way that’s permanent? And gendered? Does art now have an inherent sex characteristic? But I cannot deny that I do want my art to look and feel like part of who I am, what I have chosen to sexually identify as - a transgender, a man, a faggot. I DO identify as a sexual deviant, but that is hilarious because I have been single for so long at this point I can’t even remember in a tangible way what that felt like and I question if I ever felt it or experienced it “for realsies” because of the experiences I have had or havent didn’t feel very fulfilling or romantic, despite that being something I desire so much - and so I feel like a failure. And to create art just based on the fantasy of desire rather than the lived reality, can it even really display what that would actually be like. So its embarrassing, right?
I have worked on my art a lot and I have often thought, or come to the conclusion (true or not) that my singleness is the result of my pursuit and dedication to art - which is the pursuit of self isolation and protection from harm. From influence, from acknowledging that life can exist and someday end. And when you work on projects for years and years, the pride/shame dichotomy only gets more.. Weird. It gets weird, guys! It always was weird, but.. I just think about so many my heroes, my art inspirations, working decades on their art.. I follow in their footsteps too and it feels scarier and lonelier than I expected it to be. And the more and more I realized that as a reality, as my 20s faded away, the more I kept walking. I wasn’t gonna stop now, even if I could, I don’t want to and its not hard to do other things too. I have a slower pace than I used to (thank god) and gets slower but I’m still moving.
I don’t post or write my little art journals as much as I used to. Mostly cause I don’t really have anything good to say and it kinda feels embarrassing to post them too LOL. But.. whatever!! Its been a weird four months of me being off work and I’m about to go back to being a normal working person again.. But its like, its weird to tell people about your art when they ask about what you do. Its like “oh yeah, i draw webcomics” and they wont get it, you’ll say - “yeah its 8,000 pages long” and they’ll say, “thats a lot!” and it is. They’re very nice about it, but there’s a lack of satisfaction there with what that means. I don’t expect it, that’d be dumb as hell. Its nice to take a break from it too, to discover other sides of myself I never let shine because i stayed indoors for a decade, but its a weird feeling too. Like, what will it mean in the end? I don’t really know.
I don’t think I need “success” to feel like this was worth it, its not like a trophy is gonna come in the mail for the good workTM I’ve done - there is no closure to the work I make even when a story finishes. I have to keep going regardless of that, and its strange to know it won’t ever feel done. But I am so thirsty for that temporary itch to be scratched, it keeps me working every day for the “maybe” of what that might feel like. Kinda silly, really. Is it my “male” pride that demands recognition? Would respect be given more freely if I had “remained” to be perceived as a woman, for subverting the expectations for what a woman can/can’t write? (lol) Is my value as a person determined by that sort of thing in my art? I don’t think of my pride as gendered, but I know its there and I know because of who I say I am, my pride will be gendered by others. I think when I was a woman, that pissed me off more than now because.. Well.. I wasn’t even living as the way i wanted to. I still don’t really live as the way I want to, the way I want to be perceived, but even being on HRT for a little more than 1 year, without much else lifestyle changes, I feel a little more at peace not mattering what others will take away from me or what i write about. I have a lot of my own expectations for myself and what i write about and that concerns me far more.
I don’t really know how else to end this, I’m going to eat chocolate now. Oh, to answer your question (?) if you might have this one: can I think of you as a male artist, kosmic? sure. I am one after all.
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There's something so depressing about being an artist on tumblr these days that I'm finding hard to articulate. Years ago, shitty one-hour sketches I posted would at least get double digits in the notes. These days, I can post commissions that took over fifty hours and get 5 notes at most. Blah blah do art for yourself, sure, but the important part is -
I Rarely Get Commissions Anymore.
Where I used to have to limit how many comms I could accept at once because I'd get that many requests, now I'm lucky to get two when I open up coms again. People don't reblog the art I do for myself, so no one finds my commission info that way. People don't reblog the art I do for commissions, so no one finds my commission info that way. People don't reblog commissions posts. A couple likes will get tossed at it from people who don't actually reach out in interest, so it doesn't circulate and it's just me reblogging it into the void, desperately hoping for some modicum of cash. I feel like people don't understand these days how little money most artists are bringing in, and the anxiety that comes with drastically declining circulation of art on websites like tumblr. Right now, for example, I'm desperate to earn as much money as I can during the summer because what I earn this summer? Has to last me rent for seven months straight to help offset the inevitable drain of all the savings I have. Normally some of that would come from art - nowadays, I can't rely on getting even a single commission.
I think this anxiety and this real material concern is what is behind all those "please for the love of god reblog art/posts you like" posts that people love to get angry about. If you haven't been here for years, it can be hard to see the ways in which this vanishing reblog culture has severely hit artists and forced many away from this platform. I don't want to leave tumblr or stop posting my art here, but good god is it depressing to see this site, and I cannot stress this enough, almost COMPLETELY VANISH as a revenue stream. I don't know what the solution to this culture shift is, but I do know that it's causing this site to deteriorate and forcing artists to move elsewhere and invest less effort on tumblr because it no longer makes any financial sense. I know that everyone is tired of hearing this, and fair enough, because there are plenty of other artists with louder voices than mine saying similar things, but please, if you like some art, consider reblogging it. Even if you have no interest in ever commissioning that artist. Others might see it and be interested, and that's how most new clients are made. Artists have rent on the line.
anyway, if you've made it to the end of this rant and haven't blocked me for it lmao, I still have commissions open
#semper rants about stuff#idk yall its just exhausting and im sure im not the only one who feels this
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Taylor Swift Eras themed Legacy Challenge
i wanted to put together two of my favorite things: the sims and Taylor Swift. so i came up with this 10 generation legacy challenge in which each generation is inspired by a different album. I created this challenge for the sims 2 ultimate collection since that is the game i normally play, but i am sure it can be adapted for sims 3 or sims 4. i also implemented the traits project for ts2 but you can easily do the challenge without it using different personality points. i set up this challenge so that each generation alternates genders but you can switch that up. i also chose first names for each generation based on references of the album. also some of the writing is very cheesy and has a lot of references because why not go crazy. this is my first legacy challenge so if you have any critiques let me know. the rules are not strict and cheats can be used as its a story-based challenge.
Debut- Gen 1: Mary
“Take me home where we met so many years before.
We'll rock our babies on that very front porch: After all this time, you and I”
You grew up in a small town where everyone knew each other. Your parents never had the greatest relationship and your mom was always with her best friend. Since birth you and her kid have been inseparable. Will you fall into the same patterns as your parents…or will you find a place in this world?
family/romance
LTW: reach golden anniversary
nurturing, jealous, loves the outdoors, great kisser, family oriented
marry your first love
have 2 children (at least one son)
formal wear is a little black dress
Fearless- Gen 2: Stephen
“You played in bars, you play guitar
I'm invisible and everyone knows who you are”
Your parents raised you well but something about the fact that they only ever knew each other scares you. You want to get out there and make a name for yourself. You know no ones coming for you on their white horse. You’ll have to be fearless to become a superstar: but for now all you have is your mothers eyes and her old guitar.
fortune/pleasure
virtuoso, charismatic, irresistible, ambitious, non-committal
LTW: become rock god
go on at least 5 first dates
have at least one daughter
date a fan
Speak now- Gen 3: Emma
“When Emma falls apart, it's when she's alone
She takes on the pain and bears it on her own”
You often felt overlooked by your rockstar father. He was always busy and you spent most of your time with your mother until her mysterious disappearance. You feel like you grew up too fast, and now you love to travel back to your youth and fantasize about castles and dragons. So you become an actress; a character. Will you break out of your fathers famously destructive patterns, or will you regain your balance on the tightrope and break out before fire can catch you?
popularity/romance
LTW: Become Icon
natural born performer, childish, bookworm, shy, hopeless romantic
your first love doesn't work out/ you break their heart
have at least one son
have a strained relationship with your father but a good relationship with your mother
meet your true love at a party and then never see eachother again
Red- Gen 4: Bobby
“How you took the money and your dignity, and got the hell out
They say you bought a bunch of land somewhere
Chose the rose garden over Madison Square”
You grew up in the starlight of your mothers fame. You two were always close but after suffering from the tabloids and the camera flashes you decide this life is not for you. You move out of the Angel City and start anew. Your mother has given you some funds and you build up a family home. You tell everyone you left because the city wasn’t right for you… but maybe it was partly to run from your playboy/girl ex who you know was trouble. Now you spend your life painting and searching for your muse. Will you stay paralyzed by time or finally begin again?
Knowledge/family
LTW: become visionary
artistic, eco friendly, night owl, loves the cold, loner
Have an on and off toxic relationship
Move out of your parents house
Settle down with someone nice
Have 3 children (at least one girl)
1989- Gen 5: Love
“You searched the world for somethin' else
To make you feel like what we had
And in the end, in Wonderland, we both went mad”
You grew up secluded from the world, surrounded by your mothers paintings. Your mom loved the environment but you couldn’t wait to get out of the woods and explore new places. Somewhere along the road, you fell into a rabbit hole of insanity: mascara running in the bathroom and rose gardens filled with thorns. You blow money and string lovers along. You have fantastic delusions until your wildest dreams turn into nightmares. Will you accept the help from your family and abandon your affinity for screaming, crying and perfect storms? Or will every day continue to be a battle?
knowledge/pleasure
LTW: Become space pirate
Insane, unstable, diva, adventurous, jealous
Join the adventurer career
Have 3 loves at once
Have children with multiple people (one must be boy/girl twins)
Lose money in poker
Reputation- Gen 6: Burton (the name is so bad help)
“I don't like your kingdom keys
They once belonged to me
You asked me for a place to sleep
Locked me out and threw a feast”
Yeah, your mother may have done a number on you, but who's counting? Maybe your twin sister… Everything you did, she just had to do better. In the wake of your mother’s madness, you turned to dancing. You found peace in swaying as the room burnt down. Your twin sister on the other hand hated how you were lit up every room you walked into, but you couldn’t help it. There's nothing she hates more than what she can't have… so she turned to sabotage. Just when you think that your life is perfect- you're at the top of your career and you finally found love- your sister starts a rumor that you cheated on your love. Your reputation as a famous dancer goes down in seconds. But to your surprise, your lover isn't reading what they call you lately and your relationship is stronger than ever. Will you get revenge on your sister and become exactly what you despise, or sit back and let karma take over?
Popularity/romance
LTW: Become world class ballerina
Party animal, irresistible, social butterfly, hot headed, unlucky
Be enemies with your twin sister
Never be unfaithful
Have a bad reputation
Have at least one daughter
Lover- Gen 7: Cornelia
“I’d be a fearless leader, I'd be an alpha type
When everyone believes ya, what's that like?”
You've always known you wanted to change the world. Who cares if you were overlooked and discouraged. Snakes and stones won’t break your bones. You never had a big family as your father walked away from his. Sometimes it gets lonely trusting the wicked, and your loyalty was often a fault. You turn to politics to combat your feelings of helplessness, but no one takes you seriously and you feel lost in the light. You have to start from the ground up with the help of your best friend. You start to build your picture-perfect life: the kids, the lyrical smiles and the power. Will you drive away your lover by searching for their dark side, or will you put aside your ways and find the daylight?
Popularity/family
LTW: Become mayor
Good, easily impressed, brave, unlucky, perfectionist
Fall in love with your best friend
Have 10 best friends
Have children (at least one son)
Folklore- Gen 8: James
“I had the shiniest wheels, now they're rusting
I didn't know if you'd care if I came back
I have a lot of regrets about that”
You grew up trying to meet the expectations of your politician mother. Everything had to be picture perfect, even your private life. So she set you up with the daughter of one of the most powerful families in town, Betty. At first you are skeptical, but over time you fall for her integrity and affinity for old cardigans. Along the way you begin to feel stuck, tired of the sensual politics and your mother’s watchful eye. That's when you meet August -the polar opposite of Betty- and some part of you has to know what she is like. You meet in parking lots and dive bars, but after Betty finds out, you realize that summer is dwindling. In wake of losing two girls, you turn to writing: poetry and sad prose. You get lost in your stories, but once you start to gain traction, you can’t help but wonder how different your life could have been. Will you rekindle your wild flame with August or go back to the peace you felt with Betty?
knowledge/ romance
LTW: Publish 5,000$ best seller*
Great kisser, coward, bookworm, brooding, commitment issues
Fall in love with Betty
Fall in love with August
Confess to cheating on Betty
Write novels
Move into a cottage by a lake
Finally choose the one girl
Have at least one daughter with her
Evermore- Gen 9: Ivy
“And the skeletons in both our closets
Plotted hard to fuck this up
And the old men that I’ve swindled
Really did believe I was the one”
You always resented your father because he abandoned the good life for a cottage in the woods and his stories. You don’t want that; you want power and wealth. You don't need love, just a fancy car. So you turn to crime, because it’s easy for you; you love the gold rush. You con men and no one will ever prove it. You marry rich men and inherit their money when their time runs out. But then one day you meet your match, a fellow criminal, and wonder if this life will really bring you happiness. But you realized this a little too late, and now you're forced to drink your husband's wine… but he was the wrong guy. Will you leave the life of crime behind or will you stay frozen in time?
Fortune/pleasure
LTW: Gold digger
Kleptomaniac, genius, charismatic, mean-spirited, rebellious
Go into the criminal career
Marry a rich sim
Fall in love with a criminal and have an affair
Have a son
Midnights- Gen 10: Snow
“And I don't dress for villains
Or for innocents
I'm on my vigilante shit again”
You knew your mom wasn’t the most ethically-correct person. You like to think you inherited her better half; but that isn’t entirely true. You are determined to be different, so you become a spy; you get the satisfaction of working for the good guys and the pleasure that comes with great wars. Being a spy is difficult though, and you never know when things could go wrong. You are constantly burning files and deserting old lives. But you’re a mastermind, nobody can deny that. You finally meet your perfect person, but it's hard concealing your true occupation from them. You have money and respect… But can all of that pay for someone to just know you?
Fortune/knowledge
LTW: Become head of the SCIA
Perceptive, disciplined, loner, proper, daredevil
Join the intelligence career
Move homes at least twice
The rest is up to you since it is the last generation
*50 new LTW mod can be found here
if anyone decides to do this challenge tag me! i'd love to see it
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Characters : Tattoo artist Aizawa/ Florist fem reader
Featuring : Eri/ Hizashi Yamada/ Nemuri Kayama/ Oboro Shirakumo/ Emi Fukukado
Warnings and Genre : Fluff/ Romance/ Smut and Angst in future chapters/ Multi Chaptered Story
Summary : In a desperate attempt to get closer to the tattoo artist dominating every speck of your brain, you decide to pay him a visit one evening as a client seeking his service. This encounter will prove to be the beginning of something much bigger between you two, but will this new found passion be enough to stand against the difficulties your future holds?
Notes : Loosely inspired by this/ Art below is by the wonderful @/ael-draw who gifted me this gorgeous piece.
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Chapter Count : Part 1 • Part 2 • Part 3 • Part 4 • Part 5 • Part 6 • Part 7 • Part 8 • Part 9 • Part 10 • Part 11
It has been a week already since that fateful day, and during the time nothing has really changed for you, you still get up early to go to work and spend the day relishing the happy smiles and cute stories of your customers as they rave about their dear ones who'd be receiving the fragrant blooms.
You still watch out the window for the locked tattoo studio across the street, breathing heavily as time nears his arrival.
You still roam the fictional realm you've built for yourself and the artist named Aizawa, your heart still skips a beat whenever your eyes meet with his black ones, and your mind still goes blank every evening when he greets you.
One thing has changed since then though, and it's the beautiful red rose traced on your skin.
You smile melancholically as you run your fingers along it, it's healing nicely but your heart is not, so maybe you will have to finally let go of your delusions, you -at least- have a reminder of him engraved in your skin now, and that's more than you can dream of attaining.
_ "Hello." a voice brings you back to your senses, a new costumer perhaps.
_ "Welcom.." you start as you shake off your innermost thoughts and prepare to receive the mysterious person, but this person is not mysterious at all, "Mr Aizawa." this person is him.
He stands a bit awkwardly at the door, smiling sheepishly while shoving his hands in his pants' pockets.
He looks almost cute, it's a new side of him that you're not used to seeing, but you love it.
_ "Please come in," you round the counter in a hurry to reach him, almost tripping over your own two feet in the process, "welcome to my humble shop."
You have never seen him under the illumination of daylight before, but now that you have, your amazement is only growing and your wish to take in every small detail of his handsome face is dominating your whole body.
_ "This place is beautiful, really soothing and serene." his eyes travel across every cozy corner of your little shop, lingering on the gorgeous flowers as they stood proudly in their vases.
_ "That's.. so nice of you, thank you, it really means a lot." never in a million years would you have thought to hear him mention your shop, let alone visit it, and it feels like a dream.
_ "So, you must be wondering why I'm here," he clears his throat before uttering, running a hand through his luscious locks as he continues, "I wanted to check in on you and see if you're healing well," he continues while glancing at your arm.
_ "Oh! Yeah.. yes, it feels so much better, it's almost completely healed actually," you are caught off guard by his statement, bringing your arm up slightly and staring at your new tattoo just so you wouldn't look at him, since the blush creeping up your cheeks is now too bright to hide.
_ "Great, and it looks good on you by the way." he replies softly, and you can clearly sense a smile in his words, but you're still too embarrassed to meet his eyes.
The air is strangely pleasant and comfortable around you, even though it probably shouldn't be, considering the circumstances, but you've always felt this way with him near, and you've always found it weird, that the mere thought of him is enough to calm your heart.
_ "Mr Aizawa!" your head snaps up abruptly, and your eyes sparkle as you call out his name -perhaps a bit louder than you have hoped- before running to the section of your shop where the dark pink roses are displayed, and leaving the stunned man behind.
His mouth falls slightly open, and his eyes blink in confusion while watching you skillfully cut the fresh blooms at a perfect angle and gather them in a stunning bouquet before walking back to him.
_ "These are for you," you hold out the roses for him, a shy smile appears on your face as you do, "the dark pink ones are a sign of appreciation and gratitude, and this is exactly how I feel right now," you lower your head again as your blush deepens, "you were so sweet and patient with me when I came to your studio, I will never forget that."
He takes the bouquet from your extended hands and holds it close to himself, but for once he seems lost for words as his eyes move between you and the sweet scented flowers, so you continue, "I know this is probably not something that would normally interest you, but I hope you don't hate them too much." and you giggle shyly while fiddling with your fingers.
_ "I love them, they're as beautiful as you are." his gaze is trained on you as he breathes out, and he does not miss the slight shiver shaking your body when hearing his words.
He pauses for a moment, contemplating what to say next before it turns awkward around you.
_ "So, there is something that I want to ask you," his tone turns into a serious one, prompting a hitch in your breathing as you eagerly await for him to continue, and he does, "would you like to go out with me for dinner sometime?"
He's asking you out, he actually is, this isn't a dream is it? What if you're misunderstanding? He can't possibly mean for it to be anything intimate or romantic like you hope it would be, right? There is no way..
_ "You mean.." you have to make sure, but the words refuse to leave your mouth.
_ "I mean, would you like to go on a date with me?" there, he said it for you.
A rush of emotions ripples through you as your mouth falls open and your eyes widen in sheer surprise, you have always dreamt of this moment and even built it up in your brain ever since you laid eyes on him, yet never have you ever thought it would come to be, but this isn't a fantasy anymore, this is real.
_ "Yes, yes I'd love that."
To be continued..
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SIMS 3 YOUTUBER LEGACY
SIMS 3 YOUTUBER LEGACY
FOR THIS LEGACY YOU CAN CHOOSE WHERE YOU LIVE BUT MUST BE A CITY CELEBRITY WORLD FOR GEN ONE PLEASE NOTE NOT ALL OF THIS INFORMATION OR TRAITS/GOALS FIT THE YOUTUBERS!
GEN 8 WAS A FILLER BECAUSE I COULDNT THINK OF ANYONE THEY HAPPENED TO POP UP ON MY RECOMMENED !
GENERATION 1- TARA YUMMY
you grew up in a rural town moving to the big city as soon as
you got the chance , your confident with yourself and love to be social
what does the city life hold for you?
STYLE PREFERENCE - Y2K
TRAITS - social butterfly, irresistible, party animal, dog lover and
vegetarian
LIFETIME WISH- blog artist
GOALS
run a 5 star blog
get a partner have a few kids THEN BREAK UP no marriage yet
go clubbing every saturday night
adopt a dog
-your a party animal throw birthday parties every weekend
throw parties for holidays sometimes
-do not eat meat your a vegetarian
become a five star celebrity
when you reach 8 days before elder status get back
with your ex and have a private wedding with your family
complete your lifetime wish then gen complete
OPTIONAL IF YOU HAVE THE MODELING MOD JOIN MODEL CAREER AND MASTER MODELING SKILL*
GENERATION 2- SAM AND COLBY
your parent was kinda of a party animal they never really grew up as soon as you
reached young adult status you left.
STYLE PREFRENCE - DARK ACADEMIA
TRAITS- adventurous, night owl, rebellious, loves the outdoors and
easily impressed
LIFETIME WISH- paranormal profiteer
GOALS
meet your best friend in high school and
stay friends your whole life
-pull pranks
-when your first move out have atleast 2 roomies aside
from your best friend
move out of roomie house with your best friend
-join ghost hunting profession with bff
fall in love with co worker or bestie
get married fast
have as many kids as you want
must have triplets {can cheat this}
complete lifetime wish
GENERATION 3- STURNIOLO TRIPLETS
you and your triplets have always been close and its hard to move
on
STYLE PREFERENCE - STREETWEAR
TRAITS (only give to main heir) - good sense of humor, friendly, schmoozer , excitable,
and vehicle enthusiat
LIFETIME WISH- reach max influence with all social groups
CAREER- self employed
GOALS {follow with heir}
stay close to other triplets
you all move in together
-you go to uni for fun ultimately dropping out
meet partner in uni
join any freelance career
-only have one kid
be extremley close to child and partner
GENERATION 4- SIMPHORA (WRITTEN BY @simphoraa)
Name - Simphora °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･𐦍༘⋆
Description - You like to call yourself the “Jack of All Trades”, and eh.. you may not be actually considered one. But, you have a lot of interests, passions, the undying urge to explore new things, and acquire more knowledge and skills. Go show the world what you’re truly capable of!
Aesthetic - Luxurious Baddie
Traits - Ambitious, Dramatic, Computer Whiz, Hopeless Romantic, Workaholic
Lifetime wish - Forensic Specialist: Dynamic DNA Profiler
Goals:
Enroll in University and major in Technology
Live off-Campus and have one roommate
Get the disliked relationship with your roommate, and then find a reason to kick them out
Earn the Technology Degree
Reach level 10 in the Law Enforcement Career (choose the forensic branch)
Master the Logic skill
Create a Online Dating Profile
Fall inlove quickly with someone from the Online Dating website
Play video games once a day
Become a streamer, and livestream every Friday night (this is optional because you need to download the streamer mod from ModtheSims)
Befriend some supporters
Have as many kids as you want
GENERATION 5 - FLORYDA (WRITTEN BY @florydaax)
your life was cozy you wanted it more!
TRAITS- bookworm, cat person , clumsy, loner and
socially awkward
LIFETIME WISH- the cat herder
CAREER- Lawyer (custom career by missyhissy) or law enforcement
GOALS
Join the Ballet/Dance after school activity as a child
Get a parttime job at the supermarket as a teen
-Go to university and get a degree
Have at least 2 cats
-Get married to your first boyfriend/ partner
Have 2 kids
Buy and read books every week
Master the Social Networking and
Writing skills
-Complete the lifetime wish and reach the top of the career
GENERATION 6- MR BEAST
you had a good life and you want to make sure others do to even if yours goes downhill
STYLE PREFERENCE= COMFY/ CASUAL
TRAITS- good, lucky, nuturing, ambitious, and
charismatic
LIFETIME WISH- leader of the free world
CAREER- political
GOALS
donate to a charirty every week
-do any opportunity that earns money or relationships
you meet a partner in high school but they cheat on you
your single for a while, until you meet a single parent
become close to them and there child
adopt 2 strays
adopt a kid
play a lottery when you can
your partner suddenly dies take in there kid'
have atleast one kid with your partner before they die
never remarry
complete lifetime wish
never have a bad relationship or distant friends
GENERATION 7- CATALEAH
you love animals and want to save them all
STYLE PREFERENCE - COTTAGECORE
TRAITS- animal lover, eco friendly, loves the outdoors, socially awkward
and green thumb
LIFETIME WISH- the ark builder
CAREER- horseman
GOALS
get your first animal as a gift from your parent
have two of each animal that lifetine wish says
farm animals optional
master gardening skill
have a "perfect" garden
go to equestrian lot
learn to ride horse
be close to every animal
meet another animal lover
be close to your kids you lost your parents
complete lifetime wish
GENERATION 8 - CARLO AND SARAH
you want the perfect love life
STYLE PREFERENCE- FANCY
TRAITS- hopeless romantic, family orenited ,artistic, friendly
and neat
LIFETIME WISH - surronded by family
CAREER- FREELANCE ARTIST
GOALS
meet your best friend in high school
when you graduate go to france
find your partner there
they move to town you get married
have 5 kids
do a family activity every holiday
throw many parties
complete lifetime
DONE
TAG ME IN POST I WOULD LOVE TO SEE!
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Miranda Priestly x Designer Y/N part 2
So, this is the second part of a Miranda Priestly x Y/N drabble where Y/N is a designer doing their first photoshoot at Runway. Read the first part here! This is more from Miranda’s perspective. Let’s get into it!
Miranda had actually been having a good morning. The girls were doing well in school and were excited for an upcoming recital. Miranda smiled as Caroline and Cassidy told her what they planned on playing.
She was also looking forward to seeing a new designer today… That was was quite unusual, though. Most up and coming designers were arrogant and full of themselves. Miranda had no time for egos, she had a magazine to run.
Miranda had handpicked this designer, Y/N L/N, after seeing their work at a recent fashion show. Their work was bold, but clean and well-crafted. She was certain they would be the new face of fashion. And she was never wrong.
While Miranda and Y/N had not met personally, Miranda had seen them come out and be applauded at the end of the fashion show and they were… Good looking to say the least.
Why was she so entranced by this person? She had never felt anything like it. She decided she would just have to mask her attraction with disinterest when she saw them today.
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Miranda walked into the photo studio and had to deal with unprofessional and rude models, her good mood from earlier had dampened. It seemed the dragon needed to make an appearance.
“My makeup looks horrible! Someone needs to do it again!” One model whined to a makeup artist.
“Perhaps it is the canvas that is the problem and not the artist.” Miranda quipped in her cool voice.
“What did you say to me?” The model spit. She was less than intimidating and resembled a petulant child. She needed to learn her place.
Miranda’s blue eyes hardened to an icy glare as she assessed the sneering woman. “That’s all.” She said and flicked her hand dismissively.
A Runway employee quickly walked the stunned woman out, but she tried to protest.
“You’re just gonna fire me like that?!” She yelled over all of the noise in the room.
Miranda just scoffed and walked away. She had work to do.
The shoot was supposed to be at 10:00, but with strict instructions for Y/N to arrive 15 minutes early. As 10:00 came and went, Miranda was actually a bit concerned for Y/N. She knew that they would be missing a huge opportunity for their career and she hated the thought of them not taking their chance… Wait. Why was she worrying about some designer who hadn’t even paid their dues yet? Hell, she had never even met them.
Miranda decided to go back to her office with the excuse that she had unrelated work to attend to (But she really just went to see if she could find a contact number for Y/N).
About 5 minutes of unfruitful searching later, Miranda was informed by an employee that Y/N had finally arrived. She felt relieved, but quickly donned her ice queen persona and made her way to the studio.
Miranda approached the room and noticed someone talking with Emily and Nigel. It must be Y/N. She felt an unusual bout of butterflies, but she shook it off as she got closer. Nobody would see her flustered. Ever.
Y/N was holding a hand to their forehead… Was that blood?
“Could I get a bandaid?” They asked Nigel and Emily.
Wow. That voice was… Something else. Miranda was not expecting such a smooth and velvety sound.
Miranda was entranced and decided to play with Y/N a bit. Much like a predator and its prey. Y/N would be too easy to embarrass.
“Ten minutes late and you are making demands?” She says. “Thrilling.”
Y/N quickly turns around and Miranda almost melts at how cute they look. Young and fresh-faced. Y/N looks so innocent with those big eyes. She wants to reach out and tend to Y/N’s injuries, (Was that why they were late? Poor thing.) But, she calms herself and looks at Y/N with feigned disinterest before pulling Nigel aside to go over the shoot.
Miranda feels deep satisfaction as she looks over and realizes that Y/N is still staring at her in awe while she and Nigel talk. She inwardly laughs as she listens to Emily rattle off the list of things Miranda will not tolerate to Y/N.
Y/N looks terrified, but Miranda knows they’ll do great.
Nigel picks up on Miranda’s softness for Y/N. He’s good. “So, that’s an interesting little ruffian you’ve managed to find. Thinking of keeping them?” He gently teases.
Miranda rolls her eyes at her friend. “Drop it, Nigel.” She bites out.
Nigel raises his hands in mock surrender before going to talk with the photographer.
Miranda once again looks over to Y/N and their eyes meet. She feels a spark of exhilaration as Y/N tries (And fails) to check her out discreetly. Maybe she should keep Y/N around. She hasn’t had this much fun on the job in years.
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Tattooed into your brain (pt 1)
Damian preist x Reader
When you first moved to LA you didn’t really expect to wind up with a bunch of friends at a tattoo shop, you also didn’t expect to be wrapped up with a certain man at the tattoo shop either.
Type- fluff!
Warnings- none at the moment!
A/n- hiiiii so I’m actually so excited to be posting this rn. This is honestly more of an introduction than anything, but I promise part 2 will have more Damian/reader interactions! Love you guys and be on the lookout for more content soon!
As you walked the streets of LA, you took in the different senses that overwhelmed your brain. It was so loud and crowded, you weren’t used to it.
You scanned the stores around you, a particular tattoo shop catching your eyes. ‘JD Tattoos’ was the name of it, and it was a dark building with a black and purple color scheme. You had actually been looking to get a new tattoo recently, you just didn’t have the time to look around considering you just moved.
You made your way over to the building quickly, trying to get away as fast as you could from the crowd. When you stepped in you were greeted by the soft sound of rock music and leather everything.
At least they were consistent with the theme.
You looked around for a second, slowly making your way up to the desk. You heard some chattering in the back, but couldn’t tell if there were any workers actually working.
At least you weren’t able to until a young man rolled out into the lounge area, looking you up and down.
“Hey Rhea! There’s a client for you out here.”
“Yeah I’ll be there in a minute.”
You smiled awkwardly at the young man, nodding slightly to show thanks to him. It didn’t take but another thirty seconds for a tall dark haired female to come out.
Not only were they consistent with the theme, they looked the part too.
“Hi, uh, I’m new here and I’ve been looking for some tattoo artists and stuff.”
“Yeah? Have you ever got a tattoo before?”
“I actually have a couple-“
You pulled up your shirt to reveal the big rose on your side.
“I have this one, and I also have another one on my leg too. I really want a back one but I’m not really sure what to do yet.”
“Ohh yeah, well considering you’ve done this a couple times I don’t see where there would be any problems.”
She reached down and pulled out a huge binder, placing it on the counter for you to look through.
“Here are some of my works, look through them and see if any of them stand out to you. If not I’m sure we can get creative or pull something out of our ass.”
You smiled a bit, feeling more comfortable with her.
“What’s your name?”
“Y/n, and your Rhea?”
“Yeah, where did you move here from?”
“Oh, I’m from Washington. I just finished my masters and decided I needed a new place to live.”
“Pretty big jump huh?”
“Yeah, to be honest the only reason I’m here is because my friend has an extra room and is letting me stay.”
You stopped on a particular tattoo, it was a black and white skull with chains going through and around it.
“How much would this one be?”
“Depends on the size”
“How about 5 inches?”
“$200”
You took a second to think. Considering your last tattoo artist charged you more this isn’t a bad deal at all.
“When can you put me down?”
She smiled and pulled out another book. She was flipping through the pages when you heard the door open again. This time a tall man walked in, carrying a duffle bag and some food.
“Hey Damian, Finn wanted to talk to you in the back about something.”
You heard him sigh and set his stuff down at the front desk. Before you knew it he was gone.
“I can fit you in tomorrow at 10, think you could make it?”
“Yeah definitely, do you need a deposit?”
“Nah you can pay tomorrow, I don’t worry about it too much.”
You handed her the binder and smiled.
“Awesome. Thank you so much.”
“Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The next day when you walked in the tattoo shop the same man that walked in while you were talking to Rhea was at the desk.
“Hey, I’m here for my 10 o’clock with Rhea?”
That got his attention
He looked up from his phone and smiled. “Yeah, Rhea is running a little late so she asked if I could prep you, you good with that?”
You nodded and gave a small verbal confirmation. You’ve had men work on you before so this wasn’t uncomfortable for you.
You followed him back to her room, watching his broad figure from behind.
“What’s your name again?”
You asked, breaking the silence.
“Damian, and you?”
“Y/N.”
You sat in the chair, awaiting instructions from Damian. Luckily you were wearing a crop top with a jacket over it, so all you needed to do was take off the jacket.
“This is going on your back right?”
“Yeah”
“Alright, where do you want it?”
You slipped off your jacket and turned away from him.
“Lower center please, I want to be able to work around it in the future”
You heard him hum in approval before sticking the stencil on your back. It almost caught you by surprise, the way his rough hands rubbed over the area. You would be lying if you said that you didn’t start heating up with the way he was touching your back.
You didn’t even know this man, why was he getting you so flustered?
“Do you want numbing cream?”
“Oh, no thank you, I’m good without it.”
You turned around and smiled at him, hoping that your face wasn’t too red from the sudden contact.
“Rhea said she will be here in about five minutes, you need anything else?”
You shook your head.
“Alright then, see you later”
You weren’t able to respond in time before he left. As you sat there feeling the stencil dry you questioned yourself.
Why the fuck was he so stuck in your head?
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Otherworldly : Part 3
Summery: Sex. Love. And pinky power.
Warnings: So much sex, wow, I felt naughty writing this 😈, language, sexy stuff, and Kai (he’ll always be a red flag Id gladly ignore)
I really hope you late night Kai smut lovers enjoy this one!
You loved to stay up late. The mixture of Adderall and energy drinks throughout the day gave you the perfect most exhilarating high at around 130am. Kai had gotten you addicted a few months back, and you had no idea how you ever lived without the little blue pills. They were tantalizing, just as he was.
Tonight, you stayed in the basement while Kai was out with Meadow. It didn’t bother you that he was out fucking another woman, you knew he was doing it to make the world a safer place. Kai was the cult’s charismatic leader who provided his followers with acceptance, and security. For poor little Meadow, she needed a good fucking to think she was important. You felt sad for her in a way. She married a man who was clearly attracted to the opposite sex, and she had a mountain of debt from her time off work due to a bout with skin cancer. You didn’t know her well just that she was a fantastic artist, and she was head over heels for your Kai Anderson- her Devine ruler. Yes, Kai was a leader to her, but you were the one leading him towards her pussy. He protested your request at first, saying that your body was the only temple he wanted to worship. You told him that Meadow wasn’t going to give her life for someone who just patted her on the back when she did a good job, and he had nodded slowly when it clicked. Meadow needed that good old dose of Oxytocin, and if Kai gave that to her she was the perfect person to lie down her life for him- she was a commitment kind of girl. It was depressing really, but also extremely arousing to you that a female could be so pledged after quick sex with your man.You couldn’t help but smile to yourself at the thought of Kai making another woman orgasm. You wanted to reach into your sweatpants as you thought about it, but you knew you’d just have to wait for Kai to get home from his mission to please you.
It was around 3am when Kai walked into his quiet home. He slowly took off his jacket and hung it on the rack next to yours. He massaged his neck with his hands and closed his eyes for a moment. He was sore from the workout with Harrison yesterday, and now having Meadow hanging off of it while he fucked her had really done a number on him. He had just wanted to get home to you.
He quietly made his way to the basement, he opened the door and descended leisurely down the steps. The light next to your shared bed was on, and he smirked as he saw your naked body curled in the sheets, your hand still on the ‘Warfare between Science & Religion’ book you had been reading. Kai unbuttoned his black shirt and shrugged it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, then did the same to his pants and boxers. He gently slid beside you under the covers. You felt so warm like the morning sun shining against him. His heart did a little funny jump every time he laid eyes on you after being apart for some time. He hoped you knew that everything he ever did was for the two of you to live in ultimate peace. He wanted to watch you swell with his seed one day- and be the one to help you birth his messiah. He knew you’d be the mother of all mothers. He knew that he’d want at least 4 children with you, maybe 5 if you were up to it. If he could have it his way, he would have all boys- making sure they would all grow to protect their utterly impeccable giver of life.
Kai watched your eyes flutter open, your dark pupils adjusted to the light. When you saw Kai there, wrapped around you naked, you snuck him a sweet smile and he immediately felt his penis build a tent in the sheets.
“I was so lost without you here with me,” You kissed his lips and he moaned in delight at the taste of your honey kiss.
“Well, I found you.” He slithered closer to you and pressed his lips feverishly onto yours.
“I see you need a polite request for my time?” You laughed. When Kai would come home from his short trips with Meadow- he would devour you in some way. It was like he was banking memories of your sex life to remember in times he needed them to block the fact he was with another woman. You never asked him about what they did in bed, but you sure as hell wanted him to know that whatever she had to offer was never going to come within millimeters of what you had to give. Nobody could search your soul the way Kai could, and you knew that he felt the same way.
“There is nothing polite about what I’m going to do with you my sweet Tesoro.” He moved his body so that he was now positioned on top of your naked body. The way that your bodies felt against each other was magnetic. Kai kneed your legs apart and you felt his dick touch your wet pussy.
“You’re always soaked for me,” Kai whispered against your lips. You let him slip himself into you and you bit his lip and dug your fingernails into his back enough that he started pounding faster inside you.
“I want to hear your heart beat, baby.” Your words hit him like a wave, and he slowed his hips. His moves were deliberate, and soft. He could feel your fingertips drawing what felt like perfect love notes over his shoulders and back. Kai lifted himself from you enough that he could stare into your eyes. It was like looking into the gates of heaven mixed with the most beautiful sea of every happy memory he ever had with you. With every thrust into you he felt his head grow lighter and your wet vagina swallowed him up in existential bliss.
“I love you,” Kai kisses your forehead and you moaned in response. Kai watched as your sweet face turned dark. You grabbed a handful of hair on the side of Kai’s head, pulling him down beside you. He watched as you slithered your body on top of him, he opened his mouth to direct you but you pressed a slender finger to his lips. You could feel his smile underneath it and it turned you to mush knowing how much he loved when you didn’t play nice.
“Don’t say a word, just make love to me,” You hissed. You slid your body onto him and rocked your hips against him.
“You feel so fucking goo-.” SMACK. You palm made a noise as it connected with his face. You had just slapped him. Kai brought his hand up to his red cheek. It stung, but he felt like he was on the verge of cumming at the same time. He let out a chuckle and looked to you with both lust a surprise.
“I said not to talk.”
Kai relaxed and watched your body in the warm light. Your curves perfectly shaped and skin like safari desert sand. He watched a bead of sweat slowly drip in between your plump breasts and down your torso. He watched as you grabbed his hands, placing them on your hips. He was biting his lip so hard he thought he tasted a bit of blood. God, you moved so perfectly on him and he knew that his orgasm was going to send his soul outside his body. Hw grabbed your hips until he was sure he made marks.
“I need you to fuck me on the table.” Kai watched you pull yourself from his sweaty warm cock and you took his hand in yours and you both slipped out of the sticky sheets towards the table in the basement.
“I think I’m addicted to you,” Your words swarmed his ears and he grabbed you and placed your naked body onto the long table. He climbed on top of it as well, and spread your legs yet again. He took his fingers and stuffed them into your entrance and you let out the most erotic noises Kai had ever heard. He had watched a lot of porn in his days, but he never heard sounds quite like the ones you could make.
“Please Kai, I need you inside of me,” You pleaded as he stroke your clit with his wet fingers.
“Tell me something you’d never tell anyone else?” Kai laid himself upon you once again and his dark eyes burned into you. You felt your body go weak, and you slowly linked pinkies with Kai.
“Nobody has ever…ever loved me…until I met you.” He held your linked pinky to his chest while he bent down to kiss you once more-his tongue touring the inside of your mouth. God, he would pay rent to have his tongue just live in there. He never got bored of the way you tasted.
“Tell me something you’re afraid of.” He whispered in your ear as your orgasm grew closer and closer with each deep slow plunge inside you.
“Vulnerability,” you chocked out as his last forceful jolt sent your orgasm explode from within you. Your whole body was sent into a tingling galaxy of euphoria.
Kai slowed as your body relaxed, the high dying down.
Kai got up, running his hands up and down your thighs before pulling you up from your lying position on the table.
“I’m always going to be here to protect you from all your fears little lamb.” Kai grabbed your body, pulling you to the edge of the table. He places himself inside you once again, this time you were extremely sensitive from your orgasm. He delicately moves inside of you, careful not to overstimulate you. He brushes the hair behind your ears and plants kisses all over your face.
He was the only person in the world to ever love you. He was the only one to ever make you feel like you were someone worth loving.
“I love you too,” You finally whispered your response into his ear as he stroked the small of your back with his thumb as he gently moved back and forth.
The words always seemed to make him explode instantly. You could feel his cum disseminate inside of your womb.
You both sat breathless and sweaty before pulling your bodies apart. You slipped off the table and felt tears fill your eyes. Your childhood was so foul, and so had your whole life honestly. Until you had met Kai.
You snuck back to bed, sitting on the edge, waiting for Kai to join in postcoital cuddling.
Kai walked over to you, sitting naked next to you on the bed. He turned you towards him and held out his pinky.
You instantly linked yours with his. Kai sighed happily. He always felt more whole when he was connected to you in some way.
“Ask me anything you want,” Kai proposed. He never stopped eye contact. You licked your lips in thought. You felt like you already knew as much as you needed to, but you decided to ask not what he feared, but what motived him instead.
“What is the purpose of your life?” You narrowed your eyes at Kai, waiting to hear his response. He broke into a wide smile and looked off in the distance as if replaying memories in his head.
He squeezed your pinky with his and then leaned in so his cute freckled nose was almost touching yours. His eyes again- fiery and intensely locked with yours. He had to speak nothing but the truth when you had your pinkies linked. He opened his mouth and gave you his one word response in a low sexy whisper.
“You.”
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5 Tips for NaNoWriMo First-Timers
Feeling nervous as a new Wrimo? NaNo Guest Demi Michelle Schwartz has advice for you! Read on for tips on how to make sure your first attempt at Camp NaNoWriMo is a great one.
Have you heard about the NaNoWriMo or Camp NaNoWriMo buzz? Are you on the fence about taking the challenge for the first time? If yes, I’ve been in your shoes.
Last year, I got a new novel idea I was eager to write. I love challenges, and NaNoWriMo looked like the perfect time to draft my story. Still, being a first-timer gave me nervous butterflies. Little did I know I’d win my first NaNoWriMo with a finished draft at 73,000 words.
Whether you’re planning on participating in Camp or thinking ahead to November, I have five tips for you.
1. Plot and Research in Advance
First, I can confidently say I wouldn’t have been successful if I didn’t plot and research. Having a solid story idea from the start gave my writing direction each day.
If you’re a pantser, this may contrast with your process. Rather than completely plotting the novel, see if you can at least plan major beats or turning point scenes. That way, you’ll have plot points to write towards.
Also, doing research in advance reduces the amount of times you’ll have to pause to look something up. You may have to google information here and there, but a head start will make these internet-surfing adventures minimal.
2. Plan a Writing Schedule
Planning a writing schedule is key. For me, I’m most productive when I first wake up before I’m swamped by the day’s tasks. Also, I write well before bed, as long as I’m not too tired. Knowing when you write best will allow you to plug in time to work on your story.
Also, look at your calendar and plan accordingly. Part of my NaNoWriMo goal was writing every day, but I had to work around other commitments. Last November was a busy month for me in my songwriting career. So, I had to adjust my writing schedule during busy release and press days.
Having a plan for when you’d like to write and being aware of days you can fit in more time with your story will give your journey structure.
3. Remain Flexible
I can’t stress enough how important it is to remain flexible. No amount of planning can prepare you for curve balls or days you’re not in a creative mood.
If you go into NaNoWriMo thinking all your plans are set in stone, you may find yourself feeling anxious when something veers off course. Remaining flexible gives you room to adapt while staying on track.
4. Interact with the Community
NaNoWriMo has a special community. Whether you’re connecting with other writers on the website or on social media, everyone is so supportive.
There’s nothing better than participating in an event where writers are cheering each other on and sharing experiences. You may make friends and connect with critique partners and beta readers. Most of all, you’ll realize you’re not alone as you take the NaNoWriMo challenge.
5. Celebrate All Your Wins
Finally, celebrate all your wins. Recognize when you draft your first chapter. Give yourself a pat on the back when you hit a certain word count. If you’re doing a streak, feel proud for writing several days in a row.
Sometimes, as writers, we only focus on our end goal. It’s important to remember the small wins along the way play a role in reaching the desired result.
There you have it. Those tips allowed me to succeed during my first NaNoWriMo. There’s an international community of writers ready to welcome you, so get out there and become a Wrimo!
Demi Michelle Schwartz is an author from Pittsburgh, PA. She writes young adult fiction and enjoys the mystery, thriller, and fantasy genres. After earning BAs in Creative Writing and Music from Seton Hill University, she went on to pursue her MFA in Writing Popular Fiction at Seton Hill and graduated with her degree in June of 2022. When Demi isn’t working on her manuscripts, she’s busy chasing her other dream as an award-nominated songwriter and recording artist. Check out her website, Twitter, and Instagram!
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#nanowrimo#camp nanowrimo#writing#writing tips#first time writers#nanowrimo experience#writer's life#by nano guest#demi michelle schwartz
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Here's a buncha my personal Gwen Stacy Headcanons that no one asked for but I'm giving anyway :3 I wrote a Butt Ton and I hope y'all like really 'em 🐧
Gwen was a very tough, reckless kid growing up. She tripped and fell a LOT because she liked doing stunts and parkouring on literally everything, but she'd never cry. George was always scared of Gwen getting hurt from her stunts but he was impressed (if a little freaked) by how she'd get right back up afterward like it was nothing. Gwen was just a very naturally durable child. She'd always have at least one band-aid on her somewhere.
(My sister wrote this one): As a result of her absolutely Tasmanian devil type recklessness, George would cut her hair SUPER short as a child, like pixie hair type short to avoid having to always wash out the bugs and dirt and leaves and wood chips and literally anything she grabs and just goes "Savin this for later yo" in her hair. (She still stuck stuff in her hair and honestly liked the short hair better cuz she could run faster, but ey it reduced the expenses on baby shampoo SIGNIFICANTLY) n she wasn't allowed to grow her scruffy little spike head hair long again till she was like 8 poor georgie was struggling for ideas he's just a guy HES JUST A GUY MAN !!!!!
Gwen begged George for a penguin as a pet when she was 5 but was told that penguins can't be pets. She played club penguin almost every day until middle school. She starts playing it again after they defeat the Spot. Margo plays it with her all the time. Gwen was absolutely appalled when she discovered that Club Penguin is discontinued in Miles' universe.
Yeah she's 100% patching things up with Glory, Em Jay, and Betty after Beyond the Spiderverse. The Mary Janes become a successful niche band very quickly now that Gwen is fully committed and she even performs as lead vocalist every now and then. Gwen eventually starts writing and singing songs of her own for their shows. She also starts spending more time with them outside the band.
Gwen and Peter's favorite childhood activity was making home videos. Peter's videos emulate Bill Nye the Science Guy; he'd showcase all these experiments/prepared presentations and ramble on about them pretending he's this world renowned scientist. Gwen's videos are her doing crazy stunts on her skateboard, or inspecting exotic bugs/lizards with her bare heckin' hands and talking to them in funny voices. They'd each film the other's videos. They stopped making them when they reached middle school; life just got harder for the both of them due to increased bullying, Gwen becoming Spider-Woman, and Peter's mental health getting worse. Gwen still has their old video camera with all their videos still intact, but since Peter's death, she hasn't been able to bring herself to watch them again.
She loves saying "yell heah"/"yell hes"/"what the yell"/"aw yellll nahhh" a lot
Big fan of action/neo-noir/crime thriller movies: John Wick, Sicario, Baby Driver, Nightcrawler, Pulp Fiction, Batman, etc. Just any piece of fiction with Misunderstood Action Person who's always On The Run, hunted by the law but just trying to get by, struggling to survive in an unjust system. Toootallllyyy doesn't hit close to home for her.
PC gamer? Yell hes.
She's a surprisingly talented voice artist/impressionist with impressive range. She already figured out how to perfectly mimic Hobie's cockney British accent after like a week. She never forgets a voice and can do quickly do impressions of lots of famous fictional characters. She'll come up with all these funny voices to make Miles laugh or prank call people. She LOVES prank calling people.
Part of George's motivation for letting Gwen take up ballet was so that she could learn proper balance/coordination so she'd be more careful when performing all her stunts. I think that Gwen used to be naturally clumsy until ballet taught her proper agility. He thought that if she was gonna be a little daredevil, then she could at least be able to catch herself before her face is slamming into the pavement.
Gwen is a big nickname-giver. She calls Miles "Bambi" (he looks like a baby deer to her), Margo is "Mars Bar", Peni is "Panini", and Pav is "Pavlova." She mostly nicknames people after food really.
She's not really a candy person but she is definitely a junk food person. M&Ms, Cool Ranch Doritos, Pringles, soft drinks (favors coke), Reese's, Cheez-its (her favorite), Oreos, and your typical fast foods.
After the Spot fiasco is over and she and Miles are months into their relationship, Gwen starts putting on a bit of weight. Not that much, but her form fills out enough to be noticeable. I like the idea that she becomes so happy with herself post-Beyond that she indulges herself a little, yknow? She takes an immediate liking to Rio's food and Rio is always giving her extra leftovers to take home or packs her something to eat during Spider-missions. She doesn't become aware of the extra weight until Miles' clothes start fitting her a little tighter than she remembers (he's very skinny after all). She's very happy with her new shape and chooses not to lose it (mostly because she refuses to have to eat less which honestly same)
Going back to the home video headcanon; Peter actually recorded one last video the night before the prom. In the video, he presents the vial containing the lizard serum to the viewer and explains his plan to drink the serum so he can get revenge on everyone who bullied him at the school. The way Peter enthusiastically presents his plan in the video is eerily similar to the old science videos he recorded as a child. At the end of the video, he rambles about how excited he is to become "special like her," but he doesn't elaborate further; anyone who isn't Gwen won't know who he's talking about. Since Gwen hasn't opened that video camera to this day, she has no idea the video exists (I don't know if she ever sees it).
I'll post the next part of that 'Gwen Stacy is Sick' comic tomorrow I promise XD
#brushneb says stuff#atsv#gwen stacy#spiderverse#across the spiderverse#spider man: across the spider verse#spider gwen#spiderverse headcanon#atsv gwen#earth 65#george stacy#the mary janes
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