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sweetkpopmusings · 1 year

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wonwoo boyfriend headcanons <3

a/n: i am vibrating from how much cold brew i consumed on an empty stomach so i'm writing this in hopes of wonwoo thoughts calming me down but honestly i'll just end up crying <3 pics not mine~

content: fluff | wc: 1.4k | warnings: none! | pairing: boyfriend!wonwoo x gn!reader | requests: open

wonwoo is the love of my life actually. it's scientifically proven and peer-reviewed that i love and adore him with all my heart and soul, so this post is going to be long and filled with my love for him <3

sweetest softest most loving boy in the world <3

he's the type of person to show love through small, tender gestures and actions

loves playing with your hands

i can very clearly see him lying in bed, grabbing your hand delicately, and twiddling with your fingers while you both watch tv/read/scroll on your phones

he also does this absentmindedly when he’s thinking

he may be lost in thought but that doesn’t mean he’s unaware of your presence <3

your presence actually helps him think more clearly :-(

he'll always come to you with questions or problems he needs to work through because just talking to you helps him sort out his thoughts and he knows you'll always offer support and advice

he will call you or send you voice messages about this when he's away too

you are always always always on his mind

and he never lets you forget it

wonwoo so clearly loves you with every little thing he does

even the unconscious ones

walking on the outer part of the sidewalk so you're farther away from vehicles, putting his hand over your head when you enter a car, getting two of a drink/snack so you can have some, tidying up your area of the bathroom counter, and so on

taking care of you is his second nature :-((

sometimes wonwoo just stares at you with complete wonder in his eyes because he can't believe you're real

when you catch him doing it and ask if there's something on your face he just shakes his head and says in tiny "oh no it's nothing"

he looks down to his hands and he's blushing SO much and fighting back a lil smile because he's overwhelmed by how much he loves you i'm screaming

if you push up his glasses when they start to slip or straighten the collar of his shirt or fix a loose strand of his hair he will absolutely lose it

you broke his brain like he doesn't know how to contain himself when you do kind gestures like that

he's muttering and stuttering "thank you" over and over again

he's so cute and flustered so you just give him a lil kiss or pat on the head and he goes completely silent and his eyes are literally sparkling with his love for you

no thoughts head empty except for his love for you <3

wonwoo is a big big BIG fan of quality time

he adores doing things with you, and he equally adores sharing space with you as you both do your respective things

if y'all are in the living room reading different books but cuddled together on the couch, wonwoo is genuinely in heaven

he also loves having you around while he games. like if you're in his vicinity he's so at peace even when his emotions are at an all-time high during the game

and he loves just hanging out while you're doing something you love !!

he simply loves your physical proximity (or digital if he's touring/you're traveling and y'all just facetime or call while doing your own things like cooking or working)

he will let you know when he wants your undivided attention though

often he will do this by biting your shoulder :,-)

you could be making tea in the kitchen and wonwoo will walk up and give you a backhug and gently bite your shoulder so you know that he wants you to look at him and talk to him i'm sobbing thinking about this

and he's so content talking about the smallest things with you :-(

after he bites your shoulder he hums "what're you doing?" and you know he knows what you're doing but you love him so much so you answer "i'm making tea"

he proceeds to ask you lil questions about your tea, your mood, what you plan to do while drinking your tea the correct answer is "hang out with you, wonwoo"

he could actually listen to you talk for hours i'm not even kidding

he's obsessed with the sound of your voice and all the idiosyncrasies in your speech, gestures, etc

he starts picking them up and seventeen is like ?? when did you start saying/doing that ??

and then they meet you and go OHHHHHHHHH that's what it was

after that they will point out every time he acts/speaks like you and he gets a lil embarrassed but also his heart swells because he loves that you've become such a huge part of him <33

he strikes me as the kind of guy who likes to listen to podcasts with you

hear me out

walking around outside, there's a breeze in the air, you're holding hands, sharing headphones, and listening to a podcast about your shared interests

someone hold me i'm having a breakdown

he's so good at comforting you

he becomes so in tune with your emotions that whenever you come to him sad/angry/stressed/etc he is ready

even if he doesn't know exactly what to say, he will listen to you and support you however you need

he'll hold your hands in his while you speak and maintain eye contact so you know you have his full attention

and whenever you cry he will gently wipe your tears away before grabbing tissues for you <3 and sitting with you while you settle yourself <3 and then he'll ask if you want water or anything to make you feel more at ease <3

he's also the absolute best at supporting you through all your successes

he is your BIGGEST fan

he'll always be proud of you and tells you that frequently because he thinks you're so amazing in whatever you do and he wants you to celebrate yourself as much as he celebrates you

he will be walking on cloud nine if you ever compliment a song/performance he's done

like if you like what he's doing that's more than enough for him to be satisfied with it

if he's ever insecure, you telling him all the wonderful things he does makes a world of difference

also so silly with you

he loves making comments that make you laugh

he gets the proudest smile on his face when he makes you laugh

he likes to whisper lil jokes or ad-libs to you when you're hanging out in a group

because he loves when you giggle or even laugh loudly at something he added to the conversation just for you

sometimes he'll make notes of a funny story or a joke he wants to tell you the next time he sees you :,-)

he also will keep notes (mentally or on his phone) of cool things he's learned so he can share them with you !!!

few things make him happier than the look on your face when he tells you something interesting <3

speaking of notes

wonwoo loves leaving handwritten ones for you

if he leaves before you wake up, he's putting a good morning note by your usual mug or your toothbrush so you see his encouraging message as soon as you start your day

if you're going to be apart for a while, he'll write longer notes or hide different little ones around your place so you can get surprise wonwoo words while he's away :-(

any notes you write him are kept safely with his things !!!

he keeps a special one in his wallet or phone case, so you are always with him and he takes it out and reads it when he misses you or is feeling sad even though he has it memorized

if you give him a gift based on the notes you two have written each other throughout your relationship, he WILL cry

he just loves sentiments like that <3 he's a sentimental guy and he likes to show you his love through things with meaning because he thinks it's the best way to convey how special you are to him

wonwoo loves you with everything he's got, and it's clear from the way he interacts with you on a daily basis that you are an important part of his life

no matter what, he's thinking of and caring for you because you make him feel so loved and cared for that he wants nothing more than to make you feel safe and adored <3

sorry i gotta go clutch my crocheted wonwoo plushie to my chest and cry because i love him so dearly :,-( i hope everyone gets the wonwoo they deserve <3

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itzalizeyyy · 10 months

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Hey everyone! I just recently learned a lot about non-dualism from the wonderful series created by @msperfect777 . I am coming from loa, and I will still keep my past loa posts up as it helps others but will start posting non-dualism blogs on my page too. Also anyone please let me know if I got anything wrong. I am getting a grasp of the concept, but I am still fairly new. Hopefully, I got it right, let's get into it.

You are awareness. Your solid purpose is only to observe. You are everything but not everything is you. You are human but human isn’t you. You are an awareness simply taking on the form as a human but this form isn’t you as a whole. You are awareness, therefore you are the entire source of all of your forms, but your forms aren’t the source of you. This human form comes with other human things such as the ego and brain. Only the ego can doubt, question, and say that the “3d” / “physical” is all there is to know. It has been conditioned to think so limited, but it has absolutely no impact on you, as you are the opposite of the ego, as you are limitless. If you are in pain, only know that the ego is the one in pain, that the human form is the one in pain, but you aren’t as it is unnatural for the awareness to feel pain, it just can not be, as it contradicts the entire purpose of awareness, it only supposed to simply observe. Nothing more, nothing less. When non-dualism states that you are everything, it is fact, because you can observe/be aware of everything. And you have the power and nature to be aware of something different whenever you like. In my case, I say I am void, and it automatically exists, and I automatically experience it, because if I am everything then that includes the void also.

The void is simply another form of me, as an awareness, and I am now aware of that form of me. There is no need to doubt if I am everything. Which means anything is possible, and there is nothing left to lack.

If you are feeling pain or any of the sort I am not saying to suppress that or neglect it. Trust me, it will just lead you to a spiral of negativity. What this concept is simply saying, is to realize that when you are in pain, it is not actually you, but your ego. You are simply the observer. You are observing that pain but not actually feeling it. Only your human body is. The ego/brain makes it *seem* like you are feeling it because of all of your senses, emotions, and any other human tendencies. It only *seems* like it..but not that it actually is.

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The best I can put it..is to imagine your human form in a third-person view. It is like playing a video game. If your player is getting hurt, that is not you, you are simply observing your player getting hurt, but you are just overseeing the pain.

The player is the ego. The pain is only towards the ego. And you, as an awareness, is just what it says, is to simply be aware of that pain, but nothing more, or nothing less. You do not take that pain, you do not have it. Remember, a human form is again just a form of you, the ego..is just a form of you, but it never overpowers, or over-consume what you naturally are which is a limitless being. It can never define you or limit you.

I use my life as a little example. My parents are toxic. They have been emotionally abusing me for a very long time. But I do not suppress that. I do not neglect that. I do not pretend that it doesn’t exist. I do not sugar-coat it. I simply observe it and realize that this pain is not in my nature as an awareness. That this pain doesn’t define me. That only this temporary human form of me is experiencing that pain, but my true self (awareness) is not. And having that awakening sets me free and heals me. It makes me realize that this experience, this abuse, will never be permanent and it doesn’t have to be something I live with forever. And knowing that, reminds me that as I am everything, that includes that I am FREEDOM. I am POWER. I am NATURE. And YOU are as well. The ego can talk, question, get offended, and get sad, but it can never have power over you as you are always above the ego. The ego is always below you, and the ego will never be satisfied. Therefore, you need no approval or validation of the ego. You don’t need to satisfy it. You don’t need to listen to it. All you need to know is that you are everything, and your entire purpose and motive is to observe and with that, you can decide what you want to observe and what you don’t.

#non dualism #non duality #conciousness #void state #observer #nonduality #nondualism

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gffa · 4 months

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Hi :)

I'm a pretty new SW fan, not because I didn't like the movies/hadn't seen them but because I grew up thinking it was extremely nerdy and would often feel awkward trying to bring up anything related to SW.

Fortunately I've finally reached and met awesome people who love SW just like I did but I feel like I lost A LOT of important stuff and there's so much content to the saga that it's extremely overwhelming for me to even think about diving into the whole SW universe and catch up.

I've been following you for a bit and your posts are just extremely interesting to me but again, sometimes I'm a little confused about certain things and so I wanted to ask you if you had any recommendations about where to start catching up (besides the movies which I will be binge watching soon hehe)

Hi! Welcome to Star Wars fandom, I hope you're having a good time! And around here we embrace being as nerdy as possible--I mean, fandom is such a mainstream thing these days, but I still like to embrace being a nerd about things because it leads to a lot more happiness, to just be silly and having a good time with the thing that tickles our brains.

But, yes, it is pretty overwhelming when you're first arriving, I still remember when I first came back to SW several years ago, having really only watched the movies as a kid, and there was All This Stuff and it seemed impossible to ever reach the deep end of the pool, and that was before the last seven years of books, games, movies, comics, etc. came out! I will hopefully set your mind at ease with this, though: The vast, vast majority of content that Star Wars puts out isn't anything I would consider "essential". It's wonderful, fantastic stuff! But a lot of us have just been around so long that we're combing through the finer details of supplementary material, rather than those being absolute Must-Read/Watch To Get A Feel For Star Wars.

My recommendations for How To Get A Feel For Star Wars is basically, start with the animated series and the live action series, they're the second layer of foundation in the Star Wars building, all the comics and novels and such will be built on them, and in this order: - The movies, this is the foundation on which everything else will be built. - The Clone Wars, season 1-6 are part of George Lucas' story and they're pretty essential (at least in this corner of SW fandom) to understanding wtf anyone is talking about or even watching many of the live action series. (Season 7 is fine and should be watched! It's just not part of Lucas' Star Wars.) - Star Wars: Rebels, starts off light-hearted but really is one of the best developed shows and does a lot of connective work between the prequels and the original trilogy. - The Mandalorian, set 9 years after Return of the Jedi, this show just massively blew up and while each season is slightly less well-done than the previous one (imo), it's well worth watching for wtf fandom is talking about half of the time. (The Book of Boba Fett is somewhat optional in this corner of fandom, but imo worth the watch. Generally, it should go Mando s1-2 --> TBOBF --> Mando s3.) - Obi-Wan Kenobi, because this corner of fandom lost our goddamned minds about it and still haven't gotten them back. - Andor, which is a really great show and, as long as you've watched Rogue One first, you'll follow along just fine. Does some solid connecting the dots between the prequels and the originals, but not as much as Rebels did. - Jedi: Fallen Order, you can look up a "movie" version on YouTube for the story of this game, which is a really good plot, has some great new characters, has some genuinely effective cameos, and will be referenced fairly often in other materials/in fandom.

If you're not feeling overwhelmed by All The Star Wars You've Consumed, I would personally suggest going for the comics next, over any of the novels. The novels are great! But the vast majority of them are self-contained and meant to be supplementary material even more than the comics, which get to tell bigger, more connected stories. I always suggest starting with: - Star Wars 2015 by Jason Aaron + Darth Vader 2015 by Kieron Gillen, both of which are really, solidly fantastic stories about the timeframe just after A New Hope, like there are so many absolutely banger lines that came out of these comics. I won't spoil them, just know that I think these were legitimately good comics, not just legitimately good Star Wars comics. (The first six issues of each series are meant to be read concurrently, but after that, you can just pick one and read in that specific title.) - Darth Vader: Dark Lord of the Sith 2017 by Charles Soule, which is set in the immediate aftermath of Revenge of the Sith. If Gillen's Vader keeps the mystique of the originals Unknowable Darth Vader, then Soule's Vader is more about the absolute BATSHIT DRAMA that is blending Anakin Skywalker and Darth Vader. This series is BANANAPANTS in the absolute best way. - Obi-Wan & Anakin 2015 by Charles Soule, which is a five-issue mini-series set between The Phantom Menace and Attack of the Clones and is both stunningly beautiful art and a solidly good plot that survives fairly serious analysis of. It's got some great worldbuilding details, but even more I like it for the look at why a young Anakin chooses to stay with the Jedi Order.

The one book I will recommend--for a list aimed at getting you caught up on what fandom is referencing--is the Revenge of the Sith novelization by Matthew Stover, that book is quoted constantly, and I'm not sure any other SW book has ever been as good as it is.

I feel like this is the best set of reading to get you familiarized with the source material that tends to come up the most! There's lots more that's really good, but once you get through the above, you can let me know what era or characters you're most interested in or if you have a specific question about something and want to see where it comes from!

But there's one thing to address and you're kinda going to have to figure out how to approach it on your own. 😂 There is a ton of stuff in SW fandom that's ostensibly from a book or a comic, but the version in fandom often comes from those who never actually read the books/haven't read them in a long time or are just picking them up from other fic and meta.

For example, the AgriCorps or Melida/Daan get referenced in fic and in posts all the time, but I wouldn't necessarily recommend reading the Jedi Apprentice series (I mean, I'm not your mom, feel free if you want to!) and often times how they're used in fic is not how they were used in the source material. Or the clones speaking Mando'a comes from the Legends books by Karen Traviss and she is a whole big can of ugly worms (both what she wrote and her IRL politics), as well as much of what she wrote was overwritten/discarded when The Clone Wars came out, but fandom likes the idea and so they put that into their fics (as they should, if they like it!). The idea of Mace using the lightsaber form of Vaapad is from Legends sources (the best source probably being the Shatterpoint novel by Matthew Stover, I'd guess?), same for his ability to see "shatterpoints" in the Force, which aren't part of Lucas' continuity or Disney's continuity, but fandom enjoys using them to flesh out Mace's character. This will get you started and, if you're looking for something more specific, feel free to ask, I enjoy these kinds of question--and don't feel you have to stick with any of the above if they're not fun for you. This is meant to be enjoyable, it's meant to have a good time, there's no wrong way to consume Star Wars media! <3

#lumi.txt #star wars #novel recs #(eh that's my tag for this kind of thing)

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childotkw · 5 months

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Absolutely adore your stories!! Just wondering why Harry is the character you focus your stories on? And what made you ship and write Tomarry?? (I was iffy on this ship until your Hunger Games AU so thanks for that)

Thank you!! I think it was just a matter of imprinting, tbh. Harry as a character just appeals to my little gremlin brain. I like how flawed he is, I like how angry and dangerous he is, I like his story arch and that he constantly feels the affects of the decisions he makes - both the good and the bad. He never feels untouchable, if anything he’s entirely too human. He’s messy, and young, and cynical without coming across as hopeless. He looks for the good in people even when he doubts it’s there. He stands by what he believes in but he’s not so stubborn to not change his views if someone presents a good argument. He’s just an all round solid character, with enough rough edges and new aspects that I don’t get bored with him.

As for tomarry - I’ve always been drawn to antagonistic (or at the very least, complex) ships. I like putting two characters together that embody “we would never work in any universe and that’s what makes us interesting”, or “in another time and place we would have been beautiful”.

Tomarry, for me, is the latter. There are too many similarities between Tom and Harry for them not to click together if they had had the chance. Even on opposite sides of a war and with fundamentally different views, they’re drawn to each other. Their similarities and their differences are what makes them compelling. They’re the type of ship that you can read a million times over and every retelling shows you something new and fascinating about them.

As for writing - my first story with this ship was Consuming Shadows. I wanted to see if I could realistically bring together two destined enemies in a way that made sense for their characters and individual stories. It was a test of my own abilities to bring such a relationship to life. When I wanted to get back into fanfiction writing, I picked a story and ship that I saw as challenging, which is how I landed on them 😊

#anonymous #HP #consuming shadows #harry potter #tom riddle #tomarry

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imfinereallyy · 1 year

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🧡Oh hey there!🧡

Welcome to ✨my blog✨. I'm Rae and I'm just trying my best here. My main topic here is Steddie and Stranger Things all around. I have completely spiraled and hyper fixated on it since Volume 1, and it's been consuming my brain ever since. This post is mainly to say hi!, let you know a few things and give you access to my main posts.

Let this be known as a safe space (especially for the LGBTQ+ community) and I will not tolerate hate. This is a place for kindness and creativity.

I love making friends so feel free to message me, or send me prompts! 🥰

Some of my writing does involve mature themes, so keep that in mind while scrolling. I am 24, and despite feeling like I'm stuck at 16 some days, I am an adult. So please proceed with caution when necessary. I will try my best to properly tag things.

If you want to check out my work on ao3, which has a mix of stuff from tumblr and new stuff, you can click here.

Here is the masterlist of my fics so far! *updated 7/26/23 completely, in process of update 4/26/24

Series:

Father Figures (completed and available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

I wonder if you look both ways (When you cross my mind) 🐝･ﾟ･ﾟ·:｡･ﾟﾟ･✦ʚɞ (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

pt. 3

Tattooed Steve (ongoing)

pt. 1

pt. 2

The Long Con (ongoing) (available on ao3)

pt. 1

pt. 2

Sibling Adventures of El and Steve (ongoing)

(still steddie heavy, and can be read stand-alone, not majorly connected)

Dad's going to be angry

Sleep Demon

Quality Time

more el and steve

✧˖°.AO3 FICS✧˖°.

Craved Oblivion Series (Hunger Games AU) *ongoing*

A Martyr's Lullaby *completed*

tbd

Better Late than Never (Just Don't Make Me Wait Forever)

But You'll Have This Place to Call Home, Always

Father Figures

The Long Con *ongoing*

Huggin' and a-kissin', dancin' and a-lovin'

One Shots:

Say "I love you" before you go

Father's Day

Good Morning

Is This Okay?

First Kiss

“You Hurt Me” (real title pending)

Take the Crisis Back

Emergency Kiss

Deja Vu

Drugs are Kicking in

Eavesdropping

Placeholders

Celebrate Softly

After the Beep

Track 7

Birthday Parties and Secret Signals

(these are more popular ones/or really recent ones I have too many to list! There are plenty more in my blog if you’re curious. Most should be tagged with #mywriting or #writingprompts)

I also have plenty of writing prompts, as my brain runs a mile a minute, and I adore it when people feel inspired by my writing so feel free to explore.

I hope you enjoy! Get comfy and stay awhile :)

Things I would like to note: Homophobia, Transphobia, Sexism, Racism, etc. are absolutely not tolerated here. As stated earlier the idea is to create a safe space for everyone. If I or anyone that interacts with my blog upsets you, please don't feel shy to message me. My asks (with anon) and messages are open, even if it's just to chat (also keep in mind once again I am an adult). Don't bully the children either, they are just trying their best. Please and thank you. 💖

#be safe and kind #welcome to the blog #steddie #stranger things #my blog

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thewritingbeforesunrise · 1 year

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Souls on fire.

18+ ONLY. MINORS DNI

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A/N: I really cannot seem to let go of this Jake. He lives rent free in my mind and consumes me every day. But since three is the perfect number, this one is probably the final part of this little series. I really hope you enjoy it.

Part one: Golden Hour.

Part two: Little Devil.

Word count: 7.2K

Pairing: Jake x female!reader

Warnings: NSFW 18+ONLY, graphic sexual content, language, dirty talk, unprotected sex, oral (m!&f!receiving), anal play (m!&f!receiving), pegging, dom/sub dynamic, restraints, sub!jake.

Beware, this is absolutely filthy.

Summary: Jake and you linger on some reflections.

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Las Vegas.

You were following the boys there for one of their concerts opening for Metallica, and you weren't used to the city.

The myriad of colorful stroboscopic lights in stark contrast with the pitch-black sky were starting to make you feel dizzy.

To make matters worse, the weather was saturated with unseasonably early heat that was making your head pound.

In the weeks prior to the show, the twins had had a bet going on about which one of them could find the worst looking hotel with the most ridiculous rooms ever in this city.

It was a thing between them, so Sam, Danny and you were absolutely oblivious of the location and of which one of the twins had won the bet.

The only rule you had set was that, whatever hotel they picked, it had to be absolutely the cleanest. You didn't want to share your bed with horrible bed bugs.

The taxi stopped outside a big white building that looked brand new, but, if you focused a bit better, you could see that the paint was stained and chipping and the shutters were slightly rusty.

"If this is the exterior, I dread the inside" you whispered, making Danny snort out a laugh.

You knew that you would never let them pick hotels again.

The twins led the way inside and you followed, noticing details that were proving your point and praying that the place would be clean, at least.

You followed the guys up to the 10th floor and everybody made their way into their respective rooms.

As you and Jake entered the one that was assigned to you, you both laughed at the choice of furniture and design.

The room was big and dark.

There was an enormous bed on the right and, in front of it, there was an inground jacuzzi with bubbling water and color-changing lights inside.

There was also a big painting on the entrance wall, just above the door, that was absolutely pornographic.

The walls and ceiling were covered in scrappy antique pink satin that looked dusty and dull.

The cherry on top was the enormous blinding-white neon sign that was hanging above the headboard of the bed. It wasn't on the wall but was dangling a few centimeters from it, making you wonder why.

It read "Kitten got wet" and it made you blush.

It was obvious it was Josh who had picked this one.

Jake approached you from behind as you were eyeing the sign and placed his hands on your hips, nudging you lightly with his, with a light chuckle.

"Is this room of your liking, Sir?" He whispered and you bit your lip, trying not to give him the satisfaction of having struck a nerve.

Again.

You couldn't stand it anymore.

Since that night when you had forced him to call you that under those circumstances, he kept teasing you with it every chance he got.

And you were starting to be fed up with it.

He had called you that at the supermarket, at home with his brothers and parents within earshot and even when you had met some of your coworkers out at a pub. He didn't seem to care if someone overheard him.

He loved seeing you getting all flustered because of the memories that simple word elicited in your brain.

Many times you had to restrain yourself from pinning him against the nearest wall and slap his pretty face.

But, of course, two could play a game, and you always got your revenge.

As easily as he used that simple word against you every chance he got, you found something that got him equally hot and bothered.

Whenever you could, you touched, grasped, pinched and even swatted his perfect ass, making him get all flustered and needy.

Every time he mocked you calling you Sir, you would sneak a little touch on his ass, making your hands linger just to piss him off further.

You also happened to find the most inappropriate moments to grace that part of his body with a gentle touch.

You did it while he was trying to be professional on a business call with their manager, when he was helping his mum in the kitchen and you knew she wasn't watching, even when he and his brother were bickering like children about a song.

That particular time he had completely lost his train of thoughts as you slowly passed by them and grasped his ass cheek.

You were almost certain that Josh had caught you that time, you saw a little smirk that faded away almost immediately signaling to you that he might have seen.

So, since that night you two teased each other constantly.

Now, you suppressed the little whimper that was trying to escape your lips and detached from him without a word.

He went back to the door to retrieve your suitcases and that's when you swatted his ass. Hard.

You started giggling and let out a screech as he turned around and started chasing you, pinning you to the bed by your wrists almost immediately, his body on top of yours.

"I swear to God, if you do that again, I am not responsible for my actions or of what my brothers are going to hear from this room." He threatened and you giggled again, making him glare at you.

"Don't make me tie you to the bed and leave you like that till after the concert tonight, love" He said in a hot whisper, nudging your cheek with his perfect nose.

You wiggled your eyebrows at him and he grasped your throat.

He didn't have to say anything else to make you calm down.

You loved teasing him but you adored obeying him, nonetheless.

"Good girl" he said and looked upwards, his brown eyes and tanned skin glowing with the white light provided by that dingy neon.

"I love this sign, do you think it is for sale?" He asked very seriously.

"Oh my God, Jake, don't even think about it" you deadpanned and he laughed, raising his hands.

"Kidding, kidding, I wouldn't want you to punish me for that" he whispered in a sultry tone.

You rolled your eyes at him and he winked.

That night after the concert, you found yourself with them in one of the many green rooms of the venue.

Their set had just ended and they were still high on adrenaline.

As they entered the room, Jake was leading the way, all disheveled and sweaty.

What a sight.

As he spotted you, he smirked, walked towards you and pinned you to the wall with his hips, kissing you breathless.

All you could taste was the deliciously salty sweat on his plump lips, his taste completely clouding your senses.

You would have greedily licked every inch of his body right there.

You grasped his hips with your hands and one hid under his jacket to trace the damp skin of his spine.

He hissed at the contact with your cool hands on his flushed skin.

You heard someone clear their throat and the spell broke, leaving you a blushing mess.

You had completely forgotten that Sam, Danny and Josh were there, too.

Jake kissed your forehead and grabbed a towel and a water bottle, drinking half of it in one go. A few droplets escaped the corner of his mouth and slowly dribbled past his chin, down his neck and to his chest.

You could have moaned right there.

He met your gaze from across the room with a strange glimmer in his eyes but you didn't see it coming.

"What got you so hot and bothered, Sir?" He said out loud for everyone to hear. Brothers and a few members of the crew included. Everyone's head turned to look at you as you started blushing like a tomato.

You froze.

Your brain switched off.

You couldn't believe he said that.

You refused to.

Sammy, being the little shit he was, was the first one who tried to make fun of you.

"Oh my God, really? I would have never imagined that out of the two you would be the one with a Sir kink" He snickered with a playful look in his eyes that signaled to you he wanted you to reply to his remark so he could deliver the final blow.

You didn't answer him, much to his displeasure.

Your silence served only to spur Josh to try and roast you, for what he had just heard.

"Let her be Sammy boy, wouldn't we want our sweet lady to spank us all, would we now, Sir?" He said towards you, winking, his pink tongue licking his lips in slow motion.

Danny came to your rescue.

Or so you thought.

"Shut up boys, or she has every right to punish you, am I right, Sir?" He said, and everybody's laughter roared up.

That sound was what shook your brain back to life and you faked a laugh with them.

You made eye contact with Jake and a smirk slowly appeared on your lips.

He would regret it, soon.

In the van, heading back to the hotel you completely ignored Jake. You sat opposite to him, not by his side like always.

When the van stopped at a red light, you were minding your own business when Sam let out a screech and a maniacal laugh.

He was looking out of the window, pointing to a shop on the other side of the road.

It was a sex shop taking up two stories of a brightly lit building.

In the windows were exposed all kinds of sex toys, in every shape, form and color.

"Look at that thing" Josh shouted.

He was pointing at a woman mannequin clad head to toe in leather, with a strap-on secured on her hips. It was very similar to the one you had hidden in your suitcase, but this one was way bigger, hot pink and had little flashing led lights incorporated inside, that covered the entire length of the silicone.

You heard Jake inhale sharply, but the sound was lost to the others who were making lewd comments on what they were seeing.

You made eye contact with him and you smirked, seeing the absolute panic in his eyes.

You wanted to make him pay for what he had said in the green room. But you would never expose him in such a way.

You only needed him to believe that you would have.

You cleared your throat and disclosed your lips to make him think you wanted to say something. His eyes widened and his breathing picked up slightly.

You smirked at his pleading expression, breaking eye contact and ignoring him for the rest of the ride.

As you got back to the room, he was on you the moment the door closed.

And he didn't seem to get enough of you.

He had you there, against that very door, under that enormous pornographic painting.

Then he had you straddling him on the bed, riding his hard cock while he spanked your ass and gripped your hips like your life and his depended on it, until you both came hard, making a mess on the sheets.

To cool down, you both relaxed for a while in the jacuzzi, the bubbles helping to restore your energy. Your muscles were feeling relieved in less than ten minutes there.

You grabbed one of his hands and started massaging it, feeling him relax under your simple touch. You did the same with the other and, once you were finished, he turned you around and had you lean against his chest. You were about to fall asleep in his arms in the warm water when he angled your body towards the tub jet on the plastic seat, making it land right against your center. You tried to avoid it but he was having none of it and was keeping you in place with a firm grip on your hips.

"What got into you tonight?" You whispered and he laughed.

"I don't fucking know, I just know I need you, again" He whispered into your ear.

You moaned his name and freed yourself from his grip. You knew how you wanted him this time.

You crossed the jacuzzi and turned your head to look at him, keeping your back towards him. With your chin on your shoulder you winked at him and he was pressed against your back in less than a second.

You bent forward, your hips propped on the edge of the tub and your elbows on the floor, your back arched and your ass exposed.

You heard him gasp and his hands landed on your butt. You felt his warm breath there before his tongue lapped sinfully between your legs. Then he parted your ass cheeks and licked at your hole, making you moan his name and arch your back even more.

"You look so delectable like this baby. Your body shines in this light. I wish I could take a picture of you like this, bent over and spread open for me with that damn neon sign above you." He whispered on the skin of your back while he rubbed his hard cock between your folds.

"Holy shit" he groaned as he watched himself slowly slide inside of you. The way your lips parted to welcome his length was a sight he could never forget.

You whimpered as he entered to the hilt and a little sob escaped your lips as he pushed further a bit more before setting a sultry rhythm.

"Fuck kitten, you are so wet" he whispered into your ear from behind and you both snickered at his reference to the lewd neon sign. His laughing was interrupted by you clenching around him.

He groaned and sped up his rhythm, shoving your hips harshly against the rim of the tub with every thrust. You knew those marks would sting deliciously in the morning.

You couldn't keep quiet, with every thrust a little whimper left your lips, bringing him close quickly.

"Kitten?" He questioned through clenched teeth.

"Almost there" you exhaled.

His hands left your hips, one thumb started stroking your clit rapidly while the other traced between your ass cheeks and skimmed around your hole, applying a delicious pressure.

"Jake" you whined and, as he bit your shoulder, you came hard around him, bringing him down with you.

His moans turned whiny as he rode out his orgasm and slumped, spent, against your back, still inside of you.

You both were a panting mess.

You noticed then that the floor was absolutely covered in soapy water and you started laughing till you both had tears streaming down your faces.

"I am gonna thank Josh for picking this dingy hotel" Jake said, still laughing.

You kissed him and helped him out of the tub, trying to avoid slipping on the wet floor.

Sleep creeped almost immediately on your spent bodies the moment you curled together under the sheets.

You woke up suddenly in the middle of the night covered in sweat. The temperature in the room was scorching hot and his body pressed close against yours was suffocating you.

You were angry, really angry.

You had just had a dream about him revealing your secret kink to the boys and when you woke up you remember it wasn't a dream.

He really did it.

He had exposed you in front of his bandmates and crew, letting them laugh at your expenses.

You were seething with anger now.

You knew he thought you had already forgiven him and forgot it because you had let him fuck you on every surface of the room.

But it was all part of the plan.

You were planning on punishing him because he exposed you in front of his mates, but even more because he had really thought you would do the same to him when the guys started commenting on the items exposed in that sex shop, back in the van.

He really thought, even if just for a fleeting moment, that you would have told his closest friends and family all the little dirty things he liked in bed, betraying his trust like it meant nothing.

You wanted to punish him for thinking that breaking his trust was your way to win an argument the easiest way.

You could have, but you would never do that to him.

Anger was making your blood boil, so you almost didn't hear him shift in his sleep.

He was sleeping on his tummy now, the sheets had slipped from his sweaty body, leaving him completely naked.

His breathing was slow and even, but, after a while, it picked up slightly.

Anger had erased the last bit of sleep you possessed so you started admiring every inch of his body. That was one of your favourite activities to do, especially when he couldn't tease you about it.

A little breathy whimper escaped his plump pouty lips. You thought you had imagined it but, some seconds later, you heard that again.

His hands slowly grasped the sheets near his face and his back muscles rippled under your attentive gaze.

You thought he was having a nightmare but, after some time, you noticed a slight movement of his hips paired with a low groan.

He started to slowly rut his hips on the mattress, his breathing becoming erratic and heavy.

You were watching him closely and wishing you could read his mind to see what the dream was about.

After a while, you saw one of his hands moving downwards, slowly slithering on the satin white sheets.

It stopped on his thigh and then, you had to suppress a moan when it inched upwards and gripped his ass cheek, making the muscle indent between his fingers.

He moaned loudly this time, rutting rhythmically against the bed, and you blushed.

Now you knew exactly what he was dreaming about.

You wanted to wake him up without startling him, but, as you skimmed your hand on his strong sweaty back, he stopped moving and turned around, on his back, but he didn't wake up.

He was hard. It rested proud and strong on his soft tummy, twitching lightly.

You moved closer to him, leaning your head on his hip and admiring him like it was the best view you had ever seen.

And he really was.

You were almost forgetting that you were mad at him.

Almost.

You started kissing and nibbling at his hip bone, slowly inching closer to his erection.

You heard him whine deep in his chest when you graced his already leaking tip with your parted lips, tongue poking out to say hello.

"Please" he mumbled, eyes still closed.

You took him into your mouth slowly and started sucking him delicately, swirling your tongue across his length.

"Fuck" he groaned as you took him deeper into your mouth.

He opened his eyes then, and slowly threaded his fingers into your hair.

"Baby, oh my God, just like this" he moaned, eyes slowly focusing on you between his legs.

You kept your mouth on him until he was a writhing whimpering mess and then, just when he was about to cum, you detached from him.

"What… what the fuck, baby" he whimpered disappointed and you laughed.

"Not so fast, Jakey" you said in a mocking tone making him furrow his brows, confused.

"I have so much more in store for you" you said ignoring completely his throbbing cock.

He was about to grip his length and finish what you had started but you swatted his hand away.

"Don't you dare" you told him in a clipped tone and he had the courage to roll his eyes at you.

You were on him in a second.

You straddled his lap and grasped his wrists with a bit of effort in one of your hand while your other grasped his hair.

"Don't make me repeat myself and stop misbehaving or, I swear to God…" you started saying through clenched teeth but he interrupted you.

"Or what, kitten, what are you going to do? Are you gonna make me call you Sir outside the bedroom, too?" He snickered.

Poor thing.

He didn't know what he was getting himself into.

You noticed again that glimmer in his eyes, the one he wore when he was enjoying pushing your buttons. It was part of the game and you both loved it.

You lowered to whisper in his ear and you felt him shiver when your warm breath grazed his skin.

"I am fucking mad at you for the trick you pulled in that green room. I am going to teach you some manners and I am going to reduce you to a whimpering mess, Jakey. You will love every second of it, I promise" you whispered, licking his lobe.

Your hand slithered under your pillow and you retrieved a little remote control.

When the boys had gone to soundcheck for their performance, you had decided to stay at the hotel to take a nap, in hopes that your headache would pass.

You were sprawled on the bed when you nudged something with your foot that fell on the floor with a low thud.

A second later the antique pink satin fabric of the walls started moving upwards, revealing walls made entirely of mirrors.

You had gasped and retrieved a little remote from the floor.

There were three buttons on it with three words on them.

The first one had the word 'Walls' underneath.

The second was called 'Ceiling'. You pressed it and the fabric on the ceiling started receding, leaving you looking directly up at your own reflection.

The last one had 'Lights' written underneath and with it you understood you could change the colors of the lights in the room.

You didn't know if Jake knew that little secret, but you knew you would use that in your favor.

Now, you pressed the button called 'Ceiling' and he gasped.

"Oh shit, this is crazy" he laughed, looking amazed at the mirrored ceiling slowly revealing itself.

"You are in so much trouble Jakey" you whispered and he met your gaze but didn't say a word.

You retrieved something else from under your pillow and showed it to him.

He whimpered at the sight of the burgundy slip of velvet you had purchased with him in mind.

With the idea of tying his wrist in mind, to be honest.

"Are you ok with this?" You asked him and he nodded, eagerly.

"Use your words, Jakey, or you won't get anything" you warned him.

"Yes, I am ok with this" he said but it wasn't enough.

"Yes, what, baby? Don't forget your manners" you said rutting your hips one single time against his erection, making him hiss.

"Yes, Sir" he said through clenched teeth as you kept your heat planted on his throbbing cock, without moving, dripping slowly around him.

"Scoot closer to the headboard, Jakey" you asked and he obeyed immediately.

You grasped his wrists and tied them together on the headboard so that he was propped halfway across it.

Then you sat back on the bed, with your legs parted on either side of his, exposing your wet dripping core to him.

"Now you are gonna watch me get myself off how many times I like. Then, if you behave yourself, and if I feel like it, I am gonna fuck you" you said in a defiant tone

He moaned at your words.

You lent back on your elbows and started touching yourself, slowly and deliberately, taking your sweet time.

You pushed your head backwards, moaning and making a show of it as you plunged two fingers inside of you.

Then you crawled on top of him and grasped the strap from underneath the pillow.

You dragged it across his lips that parted almost immediately to welcome the plastic. He sucked on it and whined when you dragged it away from him.

You resumed the same position as before and slowly dragged the sleak silicone across your flushed skin.

His eyes widened as you slowly inched the strap close to your entrance and he moaned out a loud curse as you pressed it inside your wet pussy. It went in so easily thanks to your wetness and his saliva, that you gasped at the sudden action.

You watched yourself in the mirrored ceiling as you fucked yourself, then you locked gazes with him through the mirror and you came hard.

He trashed around on the bed slightly at the sight, whines of frustration escaping his lips and hips slightly rutting upwards in search of friction but he didn't say anything to worsen his punishment.

You let yourself calm down from the high and then you pulled the strap out of you, placing it on the bed near you.

"So beautiful" he whispered and you couldn't help but blush.

You straddled his thigh, the hot taut muscle rippled under you.

He moaned at the contact, sounding desperate.

Those sounds spurred you on and you started rutting your hips against his strong muscle, enjoying the sweet friction, despite your overstimulation.

His cock was throbbing now, the tip leaking and swollen. You took pity and slowly lowered yourself to lap at him, gently.

He exhaled then, a relieved sound leaving his heaving chest.

"Thank you, Sir" he whispered and you sped up your movements on his thigh.

He clenched the muscle to help you reach your orgasm and, a few seconds later, you were cumming, again.

As you came down, you traced your hands on his heaving chest, caressing his nipples and making him arch his back.

"You have been so good for me, Jakey. It's time for a reward." You said as you started to secure the strap to your hips.

He moaned at the sight, wrists tugging lightly at the fabric keeping them bound.

You crawled slowly up his body.

The silicone was covered in your wetness and bobbing obscenely up and down, catching the light and his attention.

He licked his lips slowly, keeping eye contact with you.

The muscles of his abdomen contracted deliciously as he propped himself a bit more upwards against the headboard.

Your hips were close to his face now. You had something very specific in mind.

He was thinking the same and started to beg for it, like a good boy.

"Please, fuck my face" he whimpered, eyes squeezed shut and chest heaving, trying to stop himself from cumming untouched.

You traced your hands delicately over his face, pushing damp tendrils of hair away from his flushed skin.

Your thumb skimmed on his plush bottom lip, freeing it from the strong grip of his teeth.

In a swift motion, he captured your thumb between his lips and sucked on it, his eyes boring into yours as he swirled his tongue around it.

"Make a mess of me, make me drool around your cock, Sir, please" he asked and you couldn't deny him anymore.

Your knees rested on either side of his neck and his head was propped up against the headboard.

You nudged his cheek with the wet tip of the strap and he moaned, swiftly opening his mouth to encompass the silicone.

You moaned at the sight of him and he growled at your taste, your juices still covering the strap.

You started moving your hips, so that the silicone would glide between his perfect lips, without choking him.

"Are you ok?" You asked, genuinely concerned.

His burning gaze was full of love, passion and need as he nodded with his mouth full.

He started drooling around the plastic cock, the spit covering his lips was making them catch the white light of the neon sign as it slowly dripped past the corner of his lips and on his chin.

You noticed how the skin of his wrists was reddening and with a swift motion you untied him.

He whimpered low in his chest as the blood started to flow freely in his veins, again.

Suddenly, he grasped your hips, bringing them impossibly closer to his face. He gagged around the strat but his grip didn't allow you to move so you stayed where he was keeping you and you started praising him.

"You are taking it so well, Jakey, you are such a good boy for me" you said, stroking his hollowed cheeks.

One of his hands left your hip and went between your legs. He started stroking your clit rapidly as he kept drooling on the silicone.

Your moans filled the room as you gripped the headboard for leverage. Two of his fingers entered you and curled upwards making you almost slam your head against the wall.

The other hand that he had on your hip set a steady rhythm for your hips so that the strap would glide in and out of his perfect mouth.

You came hard, your juices were dripping slowly down his wrist. That feeling made him groan loud around the strap and you felt hot spurts of his release coating the flushed skin of your back and your hair.

You gasped at the feeling, pushing your hips away from his face to allow him to breathe properly.

"I am sorry, I am sorry, Sir" he started apologizing but you silenced him with a searing kiss, wiping his chin with your fingers.

"It's ok, shh, don't worry, Jakey" you tried to reassure him, his chest heaving.

He cursed loudly, tracing your spine and hair with his fingers and then laughed.

"Oh my God, I've soaked your hair baby" he said with a little blush creeping on his cheeks.

"It's ok, I am not mad at you, not for this, at least" you whispered on his lips, as he grabbed a towel he had discarded on the bedside table to wipe your back and himself.

He started rolling his eyes, but caught himself.

You sat by his side on the bed and you both tried to catch your breath.

After a while, your attention was caught by the little remote control of the room and you pressed the button named 'Walls'.

"You really have to thank your brother for this, Jakey" you told him as the fabric started moving from the walls, revealing more mirrors.

"Holy shit, this is crazy" He gasped and cursed under his breath, as the walls transformed.

You pressed the last button named 'Lights' and the neon sign turned a bright shade of red. Thanks to the many mirrors the red light bounced repeatedly across the room, giving it an almost hellish glow and wrapping your bodies in a fiery blaze.

"Fuck" he whimpered and you smirked.

You knew that he was genuinely loving all this.

You bent down to kiss him.

It started innocent at first but then he grasped your hips and dragged you unceremoniously on top of him, making the strap you still had on, press onto his crotch, making him growl.

He was slowly hardening again as you nudged him with the silicone, making him whine and moan.

"I am still mad at you, my sweet Jakey, so don't let your guard down, pretty boy" you whispered into his ear.

"I am really sorry, Sir, I didn't mean to upset you" he said looking up at you with big doe eyes.

"But you did it, and now you are going to face the consequences" you whispered, sucking a mark on his shoulder.

You detached from him completely.

"Turn around, kitten, on your knees, and face your pretty neon sign" you whispered in a sultry tone, licking at his lobe and swatting his ass as he turned.

He did as he was told and you made eye contact through the mirror. He looked absolutely indecent, with his chest heaving, his cock hard and leaking and his lips swollen and glossy.

"Hands on the pillow, if you move them I am going to stop." You warned him with a kiss on his shoulder.

"Yes, Sir" he replied swiftly.

You pushed his hair away from his back and started planting featherlight kisses down his spine.

"For the record, I am not punishing you because you let your brothers and crew members laugh at me, back in that green room. Well, that's not the main reason. I want to punish you because, in the van, you thought I would let everybody know what you like in the bedroom." You hissed in his ear, biting his lobe and his eyes rolled back.

You wrapped a hand around his throat from behind, feeling him swallow thickly.

"I could have, you know" your nose traced the line of his shoulder.

"I could have told them that you are my little dirty cock-drunk slut in the bedroom sometimes, letting me do unspeakable things to you, pretty boy" your tone lowered to a whisper and made a shiver run down his spine.

"I could have told them that my sweet little good boy likes to have his perfect ass ate and then properly fucked, right, kitten?" You kept talking and he whimpered at the filthy thoughts you were able to conjure in his mind with your words.

You didn't know what was possessing you, you certainly weren't used to talking like that. Usually it was him who did the dirty talking in the bedroom, you were too shy for it. But after seeing his reaction to your filthy words, you wished you had started earlier.

"But, I didn't, because this is our filthy secret and nobody needs to know, except you and me" you kissed his shoulder, suckling the skin lightly.

Then you pressed yourself against his back, rubbing your hard nipples on the flushed skin of his back and dragging the strap between his legs from behind.

He whined but he kept his hands planted on the pillow.

You sat back on the bed removing your body completely from him.

His breathing was already ragged and quick, the look in his eyes desperate.

"I am going to use my fingers now. Are you ok with this?" You asked and he nodded eagerly.

"Yes please, Sir" he said and you smiled to him.

"So polite, Jakey" you cooed and he blushed.

You wrapped your hand briefly around his throbbing cock and stroked him a few times.

He moaned your name, squeezing his eyes shut at the sensation.

"You are not allowed to cum until I say so" you told him and he nodded.

You traced your hands from his shoulders down to his ass, squeezing the muscles between your fingers. He moaned and rutted his hips forward in search of a bit of relief.

You let go of him and retrieved the lube from under your pillow.

You squeezed a good amount of it on your middle and ring finger and you slowly traced his spine with them, making him hiss at the coolness of them.

As you reached between his legs, you swirled them around his hole and he gasped at the sudden contact, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror.

You slowly eased a finger inside and he closed his eyes, drawing deep breaths, trying not to cum.

It was your turn to moan as his hot skin slowly encompassed your finger.

You moved it in and out of him and he bit his bottom lip trying not to scream. His muscles clenched around your finger.

You pushed another finger in and, this time, he growled loudly.

"Fuck, please, just like this" he moaned, fighting to keep his eyes open and focused on you.

"Fuck yourself on my fingers Jakey, but you can't cum just yet, you have to earn it" you whispered against his ear, feeling him tremble.

He lifted his hips slowly and pushed down on your fingers. A deep whine escaped his lips as he repeated the motion again and again, your fingers pressing inside of him to the knuckle.

He let his head hang down but you quickly grasped his hair and tugged his face upwards.

"I want you to watch yourself, baby" you groaned into his ear and he cursed, keeping a steady rhythm with his hips.

His moans were becoming louder and louder, he was slowly unraveling, as he kept his eyes glued to your fingers, pushing in and out of his tight hole.

One of his hands slipped from pillow and you pulled your fingers out of him, suddenly.

"I warned you" you said in a clipped tone and he moaned desperately at the loss.

"Turn around, Jakey, lay on your back for me" you asked. He slowly maneuvered himself into the position you wanted him in and released a shaky breath.

"Still ok with this?" You asked and he gave you a gleaming smile.

"Yes, I can't wait for you to fuck me" he whispered and you whimpered at his words.

You slowly parted his legs a bit more with your hands on his knees, to comfortably sit between them, and you retrieved the lube.

You drenched the strap with it and, for good measure, you let a few drops land on your fingers, again.

You spread it around his hole and you felt him flutter underneath your fingertips.

You bent down to kiss him, slowly stealing his breath away as the tip of the strap nudged at his entrance.

Your lips drowned the relieved moan he let out when you slowly bottomed out inside of him and his eyes rolled backwards.

You kept your hips still for a while, letting him adjust and then pulled almost all the way out and back all the way in. He moaned through clenched teeth, eyes squeezing shut.

You caressed his cheekbones with trembling fingertips and he slowly opened his eyes, to meet yours.

You stole a kiss from him and then angled his face a bit more upwards with gentle fingers on his chin.

"I want you to watch me fuck your ass in that mirror, Jakey" you whispered into his ear as he looked enraptured at the reflection of your tangles bodies on the ceiling, biting his lips raw.

The moan that left the depth of his chest was almost animalistic as he watched with bated breath you snapping your hips against his, his lips parting to exhale little breathy whines, matching your thrusts.

At the same time, you got lost in the reflection behind the headboard and you blushed heavily, unable to avert your eyes.

He clawed at your hip then, with a pained look on his face. His features were contorted with the utmost pleasure and his brows were furrowed. His expression was the same he sometimes wore on stage when he kept grinding his hips against his beloved guitar, during his toe-curling solos.

You knew then that you would never be able to look at him the same way as before, without picturing him letting you do this to him.

His legs wrapped around your hips as your rhythm quickened. His ankles intertwined behind your back to keep you in place as he started to slowly unravel underneath you, pushing back against you with every deep thrust of your hips.

"Fuck…please…" He whispered.

"Hold it" you snarled and he squeezed his eyes shut, biting his lips so hard you were afraid he was going to draw blood from them.

You kept your rhythm, as he tensed. A little tear escaped the corner of his eye and you bent down to gently kiss it away from his temple.

"Cum for me, Jakey, my love" you said and he came almost immediately, with a wailing scream of your name, his blunt nails clawing at your skin and his back arching abruptly from the bed.

His release made a mess between your bodies. It landed everywhere on him, you and the sheets.

You caught a few drops that landed on the mirrored wall behind the headboard in front of you and you watched mesmerized as they slowly started to trickle down.

You collapsed on top of him, you both panting heavily.

After a while, you slowly slipped the strap out of him. He held his breath and exhaled slowly at the empty feeling.

You tried to stand to drain and refill the jacuzzi but he stopped you before you could move.

"I can't fucking move right now, baby. We will clean up in the morning." He whispered against your neck, sounding utterly exhausted. You managed to turn off the red lights before you both fell asleep.

You woke up some time later, with your head on his chest, his warm breath on your neck and a pain in your hip bone.

You slowly turned on your back, grimacing at the feeling of your skin still sticking to his by a mix of your and his dried cum and unclasped the leather harness of the strap from your hips. Your skin was raw and tender there.

You stood up on wary legs and turned on the jacuzzi, then you retrieved clean towels from the bathroom and made your way back to the bed.

He was still sleeping, his breathing was slow and steady. He was beautiful with his messy hair all over the pillow and his hand on his tummy. You grabbed the sheets and covered both of you as you waited for the jacuzzi to fill up with warm bubby water.

You basked a bit more in the warmth of his body and then, when you heard a low knock on the door, you stood up slowly, careful not to wake him. You wrapped your body in a soft nightgown and opened the door to retrieve the cart the waiter had left there with the breakfast you ordered the night before.

You slowly maneuvered it inside and placed the many trays on the floor, all around the tub, hearing your stomach growl at the sight of all that delicious food.

He stirred then, stretching out his sore limbs and slowly opening his eyes.

"Hi, love" he said, his raspy voice awakening a different type of hunger in your body.

"Hi, Jakey" you purred as you slowly dropped the nightgown from your shoulders, leaving you naked in front of him.

You took his hand and you helped him up on his feet.

A grimace overtook his features at the soreness of his body and you slowly guided him into the warm water.

He hummed at the feeling of the water jets massaging his aching muscles.

Then he noticed all the trays you had carefully placed around and both your stomachs growled.

You started eating a piece of chocolate cake and he dropped a few almonds in his mouth.

A smirk slowly made its way onto his perfect pink lips as he chewed, but he didn't say a word.

"What?" You questioned and he let out a belly laugh.

"I'll piss you off more often, if you are going to punish me like that, doll, and then treat me like this, afterwards. Are you going soft on me, baby?" He whispered in that same sultry tone that he knew had you dripping for him.

You swatted at his chest as he wiggled his eyebrows at you, suggestively.

You rolled your eyes at him and then, suddenly, you dragged your forefinger into the filling of your cake and then slowly spread the chocolate on his plump bottom lip.

"Don't get too used to it Jakey, I would still fuck you like a whore." You whispered and slowly dragged your tongue across his bottom lip, then kissed him, stealing his breath away.

You smirked as his cheeks flushed the deepest shade of pink you had ever seen on him.

Two could really play a game.

#greta van fleet #greta van fic #greta van smut #gvf fic #jake gvf #jake kiszka #jake kiszka smut #jake kiszka x reader #fanfic

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meonlyred · 8 months

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I did it so you won't have to. (Actually do it once, it was interesting to see.) After finishing act 2 for the first time, I had to know what happens if you let Gale use the orb at the Absolute's chamber. I had to see. Bless this game for the amount of times it gives your more than enough rope to hang yourself. I will push that big red button, so help me....

It is an actual ending, credits and all, not just a "game over."

Transcript: Narrator: "Beneath the smoking ashes of Moonrise Towers, the elder brain lies destroyed. But what of the tadpoles it commanded? Freed of the Absolute's control, they will complete their transformations. A plague of illithids will soon descend on the Sword Coast, enslaving all they do not infect. It is an ending, of sorts. Though not the one destiny had in store for you."

[The chamber of the Absolute and Moonrise Towers is consumed in white light while Elminster looks on in horror.]

Part of me thought that Mystra might pull an "Abraham and his sacrificial son" kind of thing. A shitty test of faith where Gale is supposed to go through with his instructions but then saved at the last minute. To right up to that edge and begin to step off only to be pulled back by a divine intervention. "You passed my test, blah blah you have faith in me etc etc." With Mystra being a true neutral god, it honestly could have gone either way.

And yeah, NOPE! No, her intentions were to have Gale, the rest of the party, the Harpers, all the prisoners at Moonrise, the army of the Absolute, the Dead Three chosen, and the Absolute die and then also that the entire Sword Coast is then either enslaved or turned into illitihids. Cool cool cool.

But hey! the gods are safe from a new challenger! 🙂👍

In my opinion, the truly messed up part is that by sending Elminster (someone Gale looks up to and trusts) and by, who knows how many years, of Mystra making Gale believe that she knows best, Gale sincerely believes that doing this is the best option.

Its sold to him as the only option when it very clearly is not. (Obviously, this is meta knowledge he doesn't have but Mystra is a god. She would damn well know what will happen.) Its also very far from even being the best option. Mystra had no intention on looking for the best option at all.

The gods in Faerûn rarely intervene, blah blah Lord Ao doesn't like it blah blah etc. So they usually put their trust in mortals, obviously giving them small tokens of power to help. I find this such an interesting depiction of a neutral god and how she influences one of her followers. Interesting and deeply fucked up. The greater threat to the gods was eliminated but it was replaced by a great threat to mortals. There is nothing benevolent about it, no greater good of a few die so others might live. Just cold calculus of the quickest and easiest way to kill the Absolute (a competitor god) and also get rid another rival's last remaining relics. I honestly wonder if it even mattered to Mystra that is was a former mortal lover who delivered this end. I really don't think she cared that it was Gale or some random other followers, just as long as the threat to her and the other gods was destroyed.

#Baldur's Gate #BG3 #BG3 Spoilers #Mystra #Gale of Waterdeep #I hope my cynical atheist ass didn't come through too much in this #I could not live in Faerûn

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🌭🍔🥑 for the fic asks! Love ya!!

This was such a fun couple days thanks to you @babbushka ! We need to keep this up! It’s beyond wonderful to have you back! 💗💗💗

🍔What's a headcanon that hasn't made it into a published fic yet?

Ok this is the most fun question! We should just have a weird and random HC day lol!

Flip loves vintage advertising. Those old sporting calendars you used to see in hardware stores and sporting goods stores that have nostalgic paintings or action scenes from the old west with cowboys and gunfighters and hunters and mountain men. They're his primary decor in his cabin. Walking through that heavy wooden door, you could just as well be stepping back one hundred years, especially since it's far enough from town that no lights shine at night and there are no sounds other than those made by the forest and wildlife.

Flip loves dive bars. He can take you out dancing or wine and dine you somewhere swanky, and he does often. But there's something about the gritty familiarity of a dive bar - the neon lights, the bad taxidermy, the sticky floor, the smell of greasy food, whiskey, and smoke, Johnny Cash playing on the jukebox - that really gets him riled up and hot under the collar.

Friday nights after he gets off, he asks you to meet up with him and the guys for some greasy food and a beer. Work weighs heavily on his shoulders and he takes it seriously. His usual approach to stress is to sweat it out with a vigorous workout. Weights, running, or punching a heavy bag are best. A vigorous fuck works too. He tries to get his heart racing with one method in the morning and the other in the evening. But he takes Friday nights to unwind in more traditional ways, out someplace with friends and his girl. In a dive bar, he can be boisterous and crude, laugh loud and tell raunchy jokes with Ron, make you sit on his thigh and shamelessly grab your ass, kiss your neck and growl absolute filth in your ear. For his money, it beats the hell out of going someplace he actually has to behave and act civilized.

Challenging you to a game of pool is a favorite go-to. He usually throws the game just to watch you gloat. And more importantly, to watch you bend over the pool table and stretch out prettily to make a shot. It makes his blood run hot, makes him hard in his jeans, when he looks down your shirt or eyes your ass like a dirty old man. He loves that you're all his to eye all he wants. You know this, of course, and naturally play it up a little extra for his enjoyment. When you draw attention from other men in the bar, you know that too, but it's just so much fun to see Flip puff out his chest a little and glare at your fan club. Once or maybe twice according to Flip's count, this has culminated in a bar fight with you icing his bruised knuckles and kissing his bloody lip late into the night. But you should see the other guys. According to a more accurate and unbiased count - yours - this happens almost annually. It's a nice treat to look forward to once a year or so. And the fireworks he gives you afterwards are a helluva lot better than the Fourth of July.

🌭Do you have any writing rituals to help 'get in the zone'?

I really like watching movies with the vibes I’m going for while I’m writing or having them play in the background. I've currently exhausted my Victorian watchlist while I've been working on my current fic. I also like to read similar things too but that's obviously more time consuming. I recently discovered a fun series you might like with campy Victorian antics by Evie Dunmore.

When I'm a little stuck or need to picture something better, something physical helps my brain function a little. Lifting weights works for me and although I truly hate cardio, it helps to get my thoughts churning. Probably because I'm so bored and miserable, but I'll take what I can get xD.

Then there's always good ol' maladaptive daydreaming.

Omg all the edits that have been coming around the last couple years have really helped keep me rabid. Especially during these content dry spells when there's no new movies on the horizon to look forward to.

I love making aestheics/moodboards for myself and I have a ton that have never seen the light of day because they're just for me or to scratch an itch. It's extra fun because it satisfies both an artsy urge and helps stay in the zone for fics. But sometimes they also derail me with a new idea and I deviate to write a fic for the moodboard xD

These are some of my favorites that don't go with a posted fic. I may have a problem!

This is my recent desktop backgrounds:

🥑What are you currently working on?

I have one big fic that I'm currently focused on. Which is really the biggest challenge for me, just staying focused on any one thing OMG. But I'm right at the finish line for this one, then I have to chose which idea to focus primarily on next. I'm trying really hard to get some bigger projects done just because they have a chance of potentially being serious writing. And frankly because the engagement is down here, but if that changes, I'm more than happy to change with it and get rabid again. Even these HCs today are such a fun little burst of creativity!

Wargrave Hall

Victorian haunted house and occult story with romance of course. I have about 1/3 of this posted now publicly but its gotten too big to update my fic post now, which really pisses me off actually xD. I'm very near the end and it's just under 100k now, so it will probably finish somewhere around 110K and then I'll post it all. I'm having a lot of fun with it and it's much better than I thought it'd be when I started it. In my humble, biased opinion anyway.

Annees Folles

Roaring Twenties adventure story with a love triangle and plenty of romance and treasure hunting. This is hovering around 150k now and has never been published, although I've sent it to my friends here who have shown interest. I'd be happy to send it to anyone who's consistently supported my insanity. It's definitely my favorite thing I've written so far and has everything I love. After I finish the Victorian fic, my goal is to get this one finished too so I have two big quality fics in the bank, then start a new project. I'm probably 7/10 done with this one, so it will be a big one when completed.

I might be obsessed with the aesthetic...

#hearts #babbushka #my stuff!#my writing #flip #65 #jacques #flip zimmerman x reader #flip zimmerman x you #adam driver

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bluedeedeedoop · 2 months

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👻🦋🦈💘📚🚦🍬 for the writer ask game

yippee thanks for the asks!!!

👻 What is your wildest headcanon?

Ooooo okay im answering barrissoka for this; During the rebels era, Ahsoka eventually meets with Barriss by accident and they discuss and become happily ever after the end i will end my life if this doesn't happen thank you and goodbye.

🦋 Which character is your favorite to write?

BARRISS. 100% barriss. also when i was writing tangled the series fanfiction, cassandra was probably my fav too fr

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

this one is tough because i've only ever started writing for like two fandoms- and by the time i write for a ship ive already consumed as much media and fanfiction and humanly possible, therefore absorbing their personalities and attitudes into my brain, making them easy to write :D but i guess out of the two fandoms ive written for, probably rapunzel from tangled the series. dont come at me.

💘 Is it easier to write angst or fluff?

well, i personally both are easy to write for me when i really get into it- like when my brain is LOCKED IN. but okay hear me out. i fucking love writing fluff and reading it, but by god angst is somehow easier for me to flow with then writing yk???

📚 Is there a fanfic or fanfic writer you recommend?

(im sorry in advance) YES I KNOW MANY!!! of course these shall be barrissoka because yes but i know a lot of other amazing writers too for other fandoms!! i recommend: @kaaragen is an AMAZING author and their work And if we fell together has my heart and soul and god fucking damn it take my money ANYWAYS- The author mylordshesacactus has amazing works!! the author Gabby(kirahsoka) has amazing works too!! the ao3 series Clouded Light and the works Lost Shepherd and Coming home to you (A personal fav!!!!). Also my amazing friend @jedimasterbailey and their fic The Padawans!!! Another one of my favorite authors is @lesbiansandpuns whose work i absolutely love so much i stg especially The moments when we smile and those between has me on my knees not even joking (their other works are literally godsent as well). also!! @425599167 is an amazing author and their take on Barriss Offee as a whole is absolutely wonderful, their work The Erosion of the Spirit had me dissociating for a good week on that fic, literally amazing. I also really adore Let's call it love by my friend @stellanslashgeode!!

🚦What sort of endings do you prefer to write: ambiguous, bad, happily ever after, etc.?

ok im a sucker for happily ever after alright??? but i love me a good build up!!!!

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

i've been in a LOT of fandoms but i didn't start writing for any until recent (last couple years) which are Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure (the tangled series) (judge me and i will eat you) and Star Wars! for TTS prob my fic Painting can wait (guys this is my old writing please bare with me) and for Star wars probably Love you anyway. (even if you hate tea) because i kiiiiinda wrote that one as self indulgence. again if i hear anything i will eat you.

WOO THAT WAS A LOT.

here is little art snippet of an oc!

#ask games #writer ask game

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megamindsecretlair · 2 months

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WIP Ask Game

Ik im late but well, I been vibing over here for once 🤣 anywhooo, thank you @harmshake and @nerdieforpedro for the tags, I love yall 🥹

Its 2024 and we not putting down our writing over here. Ik yall excited, chuz im excited for yall to see what I got on the stove 👏🏽

rules: share the document titles for your 10 latest wips. then send me a number or title (if you'd like!), I'll share a snippet, and I'll add to my wip at least 100 words.

Ya Baby Daddy's Worst Nightmare: Toxic David Kane 😈 before I simp fully for Calvin, I need to finish Watchmen. So in the meantime, lets enjoy Yahya's other fine ass character.

Blackbird, pt 2: Envy: I really love how mob boss Fontaine is going and im excited for this part.

Kill Her Softly: my Mea Culpa rewrite because wtf was that 🥲

Mr. Black, pt...8?: anyway, its the the final chapter. Sorry babes, but its gots to come to an end.

Tale as Old as Time: Beauty and the Beast Stunna.

Every Dose of Me: a lovely moot suggest I try my hand at Isaac from They Cloned Tyrone. We gon see what shakes loose 🤤

Meet Me at Our Spot: (title may change, im not married to it) another Lamont fic. Chuz I neeeeds RJ Cyler in my life.

Wanderlust, pt 2: I know I posted the first one and dipped. My bad yall, the brain rot is real 🥲

Like I Missed Her: another David Kane fic. Chuz 🥲 the brainrot 👏🏽 is REAL

Stress Relief: in which I clean out more of my asks. Who else needs Franklin Saint to just go absolutely ham 🥲 like baby boy is is skrresssseeeddd.

Anywhoooo, thats whats on the stove. Feel free to ask about any of them, they consume my thoughts 🤤🥹🥹🥹

No pressure tags: @miyuhpapayuh @ellethespaceunicorn @notapradagurl7 @wide-nose-and-wonderful @ramblers-lets-get-ramblin @babybratzmaraj

#megaminds tag game #megaminds wips #wip #work in progress #whats cookin good lookin #megamind be writing #tag game #tumblr tag game

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Talk dirty to me about Sirius Black and bpd

I've been headcanoning the Blacks (Walburga, Sirius and Regulus all) as bipolar but I've been too. cautious? to write them as such explicitly

but I'd like to

anon my beloved im sorry this took me so long but it gets me in the FEELS talking about bipolar sirius so i gotta ration it out

(i'm gonna make a separate post about writing sirius/the house of black generally as bipolar bc i know its something people are cautious about and is worth discussing itself)

okay heres some little bipolar sirius headcanons. cw for some intense mental health stuff

when sirius is manic as a kid he associates that come down with clashes with his parents. and bc he knows its going to happen he makes it happen. he pushes the boundaries as far as he can and chases the adrenaline and ends up in huge fights until he's locked up in his room, which he will forever associate with a terrifying, all-consuming sadness

he doesn't REALISE that other people's families dont have breakdowns every other week and when he does figure it out he just puts it down to his family being uniquely crazy bc they're just evil like that

he has absolutely zero emotional regulation which gives him a quick reputation of being dramatic and over the top so he leans into it hard

he has more intelligence than he knows what to do with and if he doesnt have something to do with it he'll direct it towards self-destructiveness instead

james is one of the best things to ever happen to him for this reason. james is just as smart and high energy and bc they both obviously have adhd they cant sit and focus on anything that isnt extremely interesting and rewarding (so not classes) for a single moment. thus the most daring and ingenuitive pair of pranksters is born

james is the first and for a long time only person to see sirius when he slips into deep depression. he never for a second judges. after a couple of years he knows how to predict it, and is already waiting with food that will drag sirius out of bed, pranks to plan at the back of the classroom that stop him missing so many classes it raises eyebrows, and an endless stream of jokes and games and distractions that stop sirius sinking into his head too much

james understands sirius at his highs and is there for him at his lows, but remus is the first person who truly understands how deep and dark those lows go

part of the reason sirius is so entranced with remus is bc they share a darkness inside of them they're determined to hide bc the world already expects it to mean they're evil

sometimes when sirius is especially manic to the point of losing his mind he wonders if he is

full moons are oddly the most regulating thing for sirius (which he would never ever admit to remus even if he had the words, but remus notices anyway) because it gives him a fixed, predictable up and down. one night a month he knows he can go wild and break the rules and let his energy out in the safety of his friends

sirius seems like he doesn't want to read bc most of the time he just doesn't have the patience. but whenever he's sitting at the back of the classroom or kept up at night or wandering aimlessly through the grounds and conjures up some idea by his brain working a mile at a minute that obviously needs to be explored, he will, at those points, spend hours upon hours pouring through books to find what he wants

this is large part of how the animagi idea comes up

sirius is on a high for most of september after finally leaving his house for his home. he crashes for most of october (the odd shift in seasons and long dark days don't help). he usually picks up by the time quidditch season and pre-halloween prank season begins

remus is the only one who can calm sirius down. bc he's calm himself, bc he actually understands why sirius is driving himself crazy from his own energy, bc sirius knows this and doesn't feel belittled or dismissed by remus

as such some of sirius's worst moments are when remus isn't speaking to him, or worse, is so angry he's terrified he's going to lose him, bc it's not just heartbreak, it's also his whole anchor

sirius was actually terrible at school until he met james bc he simply couldn't concentrate locked in a room for 8 hours with reg and his tutor. but james is exactly the same and they discover within a couple of months they can learn the entire syllabus partly through picking it up by ear through professors, partly the essays they finish in one sitting in the early morning hours before its due, but mostly through figuring out the magic themselves by pranking each other (and everyone else)

at some point snape does something to terrify the shit out of sirius so much he can't think straight. maybe snape threatens him, or james, or remus, or reg. whatever it is, sirius's mind narrows to the single goal of somehow terrifying snape even more than he did sirius, and he follows every ounce of manic adrenaline without heed to consequences to do so. this is the first time james is truly furious at sirius for something manic he did. it's not the first time remus is, but it's the first time sirius truly thinks he won't forgive him

sirius is more scared than anyone during the war, because he has absolutely no ability to regulate the extreme emotional onslaught he's subjected to. his only support network is remus, and remus simply cannot handle that alone

destroying relationships with people you love out of nowhere in a whirlwind of self-destruction is a peak bipolar symptom that's pretty much all i have to say about the war

sirius doesn't really have manic episodes like he used to during azkaban, bc they suck all of the good emotions out of him. but he does get occasional waves of frustration, of restless energy, of an urge to just do something. its quickly weighed down by the futility of it all, by the reminder he's lost everything and it's all his fault and there's nothing he can do. until he sees peter's photo in the prophet, and from then on he is single-mindedly devoted to that task. there's no sense of what's possible or dangerous or his own limitations, just a manic drive to get out of here

mania is pretty much what drives sirius over the next few months bc he hasn't felt it in so long its uncontrollable. he would never cross hundreds of miles, evade the ministry, track harry down, keep himself alive without it. but he also spends most of that time as a dog because his human thoughts are just too much

he falls into deep deep depression as soon as he stops running which coincides with the exact time someone convinces him he needs to stay locked up in grimmauld place for his own good

now however its 1995, and even if the wizarding world remains stuck in time, the muggle world actually knows what bipolar disorder is. remus, who spent a good amount of the past fourteen years living in the muggle world with chronic depression, and andromeda, who grew up surrounded by people with a similar condition to sirius, is also well connected with the muggle world, and has a husband who's a healer, both figure out that sirius is very ill. sirius is proud and stubborn and also utterly uncaring about his own wellbeing whilst harry is in danger, but remus and andromeda are used to all of this and know how to get sirius the help that he needs, and the result is that he actually does

there are potions for growing bones there are absolutely potions to regulate moods

everything is shit and impossibly hard to deal with for a long long time, not least because azkaban alters your brain so much you have to rewire it through endless positive reinforcement to get anywhere close to healing, and who can do that in a war? but now he has actual medical help, and words for what's going on in his brain which is brilliant now he's actually certifiably crazy moony, but there's so much relief at some point he breaks down crying bc finally he understands even a small part of all the madness people have accused him for a lifetime of

remus is still his anchor even if it takes months to get to a place where they can trust each other beyond loyalty to the order and to harry, and much longer to be as vulnerable as they were before 1981. but when they get there its a thousand times better because now they know themselves and each other enough to slowly, slowly build the stability and peace they both always needed

harry has a kid who has adhd and sirius is the first person to figure it out ❤️

#really put my whole bipolarussy into this one #sirius black #wolfstar #hp #hp meta #meta

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gust-jar-simulator · 6 months

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Okay time for unhinged crossover logic.

There are two Links I like to subject to vampire drama: Four (I really need to invent a tag for those rambles) and Wild. To sum up the way I write them fast and dirty, the methods are as follows:

Four: In Four Swords Adventures, the split Links explode into force gems (crystallized life that is also money) when they die, and in either that game or Four Swords can be resurrected by sacrificing force gems. In addition, the Four Sword itself feeds on/must be powered up by force gems. Therefore, considering how closely tied his existence is to the sword by this point, Four must feed it (and by extension himself) life force or suffer consequences. He can improvise to a limited extent by feeding on elemental magic, or living blood, but none of it is as efficient as force gems.

Wild: After being killed by magic lasers that may or may not have been able to infect his body with Malice like a horrible STD, his brain got completely rewired by Sheikah tech. An argument could be made that he's a cyborg on some level, the Shrine of Resurrection flooding his veins with nanobots or any other sci fi method of keeping a corpse breathing. As such, like other forms of Sheikah tech, he is vulnerable to infection by Malice and the call of the Blood Moon, and might be able to literally cannibalize Guardians to repair himself as well as drain energy from shrines and towers.

(Also as a side note, considering the horrors of teleportation tech, the Sheikah database has likely memorized what makes Wild and how he was put together, and could theoretically generate another one of him if he dies again.)

Where am I inputting my crossover logic?

I've been sitting here for the past hour thinking about the concept of diablerie from Vampire: The Masquerade. To distill it to the essentials, diablerie is the act of a vampire drinking another vampire's blood to the point of final death, consuming even the soul. This has advantages in that you obtain their power level and abilities. A major disadvantage, however, involves the "consuming the soul" bit- if you're not strong enough, the vampire you ate could overwhelm your consciousness. Uno reverse is a bitch.

Diablerie also happens to be addicting, because getting a little sippy of life force is nothing compared to the pleasure of completely consuming a soul.

I started my idea of vampire!Wild with a singular image in my head: Wild's face and arms smeared with bluish fluids, sucking on a broken hose yanked from the undercarriage of an upturned guardian.

The thing is, most every guardian in the game has been infected by Malice. Wild is absolutely the type to investigate new things via biting and ask questions later, and he can successfully eat monster parts (as well as monster essence) without many complications. We've all tried to cook guardian parts into an elixir at least once. But I can't help wondering if it's like the difference between mineral iron and organic iron- chewing on metal won't give a human any nutrition, but we can get the iron we need from meat. Maybe Wild's augmentations can filter out the consequences of eating raw hinox liver, but they might be vulnerable to Malice that has adapted to the shape of a magitech electronic virus.

I love the idea of his normal instincts (food heals) getting influenced by magitech input (cannibalize broken tech), and it's not like he has commendable impulse control that would second-guess the urge to drink robot coolant. Stuck in the middle of Hyrule Field with the last of his kebabs gone, why not try it?

Have you ever been so thirsty that you go for a sip and then start chugging because the water feels much better going down than you expected, jaws practically latching onto it like a stubborn wolf?

I keep thinking about it. I keep thinking about the idea that if Wild feeds on guardians to fuel his own internal systems, he's insanely vulnerable. And if he goes too far, is the infection something that would burn out? Would he just have his own private Blood Moon event, ripping through the countryside until he finally blacked out, or would the virus puppet him past the point of consciousness? I don't think the Sheikah really understood the concept of firewalls or antiviruses. Why would they need any?

Four, by contrast, is less vulnerable to any kind of corruption (barring, perhaps, dark magic) but much more vulnerable to the pitfalls of being a well-adjusted civilized human faced with the urge to devour life energy. Starving even though he's eaten a three course meal. Thirsty even though he's drank an entire bucket, or tried to. The human body doesn't have the signals necessary to covey your sword is starved for energy, wires are bound to cross in confusing and ugly ways. Headaches, weird cramps, until finally the sword he reshaped starts altering him in turn.

Hylians eat with their mouths and kill with their hands. A sword eats and kills with the same organ, but the base instinct of magic could get the point across well enough. If he won't eat by stabbing, maybe he'll eat if the magic makes his Hylian body more effective- steel claws and steel fangs, the better to gut monsters with. Or people. It's not like the sword has preferences, it just has hunger. Symbiosis is a two way street: Four made the sword, infused it, empowered it. The sword, in turn, broke him down and remade him. They're the same creature with the same needs, now. He just needs to realize it before the hunger gets out of control.

The thing is, he's used to fighting dark magic. Depending on your take, and if you utilize the manga, he could find a lot of comfort in the presence of dark magic. If they suspect they're becoming some kind of demon, or infected with some demon urge, Shadow would be their first thought. If they were to confide in anyone about dark urges, who better than the demon who asked them to indulge those in the first place? They miss him. He'd comfort them. He'd soothe whatever burning need this is.

If you don't want to use the manga, dark magic is still a comfort in that it's a preferred target, uncomplicated and simple. You don't have to worry about the morality of attacking a creature made of shadow. It's fine. It's quite possibly the only fine target to have.

Whenever I think about the possibility of vampire!Four losing control, I come down to two options. He's an extremely controlled person by necessity, considering the state of his brain. He thinks twice about literally everything he does. It would take quite a lot of pressure for him to drop that control, past the point of manageable and straight into "you cannot afford to be afraid to injure him, because he's Ruthless and Not Listening". With Wild, preferred prey would be Sheikah tech followed up by whatever the Malice wants dead. With Four?

He's going to find the nearest source of dark magic and bite the fuck out of it, either because Shadow is safety Shadow can fix this, or it's okay to rip and tear a thing this dark, I can let go and be a monster to a thing like this.

In other words, Twilight is in danger. Dark is also in danger, he's just not typically close enough to bite.

I'll come back to this at some point, but I wanted it out here.

#lu four #lu wild #my writing

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hecckyeah · 2 months

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#3, 4, 15, 24 for the fic ask game!!

Hii!!! Thanks so much for the ask <3

3. Are there any specific themes you enjoy exploring in your fics?

Ooh, this is such a good question but I feel like my answer is going to be sort of vague. It really really REALLY depends on the themes I'm going with for each individual fic. I do love LOVE playing with the found family trope and all its facets and nuances, but I don't get to it all that often. But a theme that keeps cropping up (and I probably do this subconsciously) is fighting with the unknown, if that makes sense. In which my characters are making peace with something beyond their control. Hmm I wonder if my writing is reflecting my own psyche or something. Weird

4. How do you channel characters' voices and personalities?

HOURS AND HOURS AND HOURS OF CONSUMING THEIR CONTENT. Oh my gosh I swear I've single-handedly kept the Youtube scene compilation people in business. I'll literally watch them over and over and over again until I'm thinking in their voices and I can't get rid of it, and that's when my best dialogue happens. I absolutely suck at dialogue unless I've been living and breathing those characters for days on end. If I can't hear the physical voices in my mind's ear (is that a thing?) then I basically can't write them. Same with their personalities and physical quirks. I need to be able to see and visualize each movement, or it feels off and foreign and I end up trashing whatever I write. Basically I have to play out the scene I'm writing in my mind like it's a movie, and if I can imagine that scene in the show/movie/book it came from, then I know I'm probably on the right track.

15. Do you plan your fics or prefer to let the story unfold as you write?

Hah, yeah I'm a write-as-you-go kinda gal. It works out well for one-shots, since the format lends itself to a wandering, thoughtful kind of style, but that's definitely why I struggle with longform multi-chapter fics, since my characters always make decisions they didn't clear with me first, and I'm usually sitting here rolling my eyes and trying to get the story back on track as they go do their own thing. Even the couple of times I did plan the fic out from beginning to end, I still ended up making changes on the fly and it ended in a totally different place than I'd imagined. Basically I just write in a direction that makes sense, and then I edit afterward to make it look like I planned it all from the beginning. Not always, because sometimes my brain cooperates and everything comes together without any need for post-editing, and I love it when that happens :)))

24. What advice would you give to someone who wants to start writing fanfiction?

I would definitely say, try out a few styles of writing and see what sticks!! If you hate longform or can't wrap your mind around first person perspective, then don't push it! Stick to what feels right and then hone that skill. Don't worry about what other fanfiction writers are doing, because having a unique style is a good thing. If you sound like every other author, that's how people will see you -- as just one of the masses. Write in the style you enjoy, and people will notice your passion and love for your craft.

If you haven't written a lot in general and are just starting out with writing altogether, READ A LOT, all the time. Read good literature, like the old classics. Read YA fantasy. Read graphic novels. Read everything. You can't write if you haven't read first, even if what you're writing for is a movie or show. It's like deciding to paint a picture of a shark, even though the only description you've ever heard of it is that it has sharp teeth and is long and bluish-gray with fins. Yeah, you might end up with a blob-type shape that maybe could be interpreted as an abstract shark, but in order to paint a realistic shark you need to have examined all its sides and colors and shapes and movements. You have to know the shark like the back of your hand. You can't learn anything about writing by watching movies. You need to know how stories are structured in a word format before trying to put it all together yourself.

And if you've written a lot before but are just starting out in the fanfiction world, I would just say that fandom is a totally weird and different beast altogether. Post small things, post big projects, and realize that not everything is going to be popular. Find the joy in the craft itself and see the recognition as the cherry on top.

Find a niche and explore it!! Dig into a couple of key moments of the piece of media you're creating for, and really expand and explore the themes there.

And in the end, just write because you love the media, and nothing else. If you fall out of love with the book/movie/show, it's OKAY to stop writing for it. You are NOT a failure for putting a fanfic on hiatus for a long time. You're not getting paid for it, and fans are not entitled to you slapping together a halfhearted ending to something you don't feel passionate about anymore. Leave the door open to finish it the right way in case you come back to the fandom and want to pick up where you left off. We're all just human, and obsessions come and go.

Write because you love to write, and try not to worry about the nitty gritty of it all.

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...Yeah. Okay.

Um.

I wasn't expecting Birth By Sleep to open up with a shady dude carrying a corpse around (probably to dispose of it in Destiny Island's sparkling clean ocean.)

I think I'm now witness to a crime scene.

I got more Birth By Sleep ramblings under the "Keep Reading."

BBS' introduction follows the same trend as the first Kingdom Hearts by introducing its central cast and getting their personalities established from the get go. I always enjoy these prologue moments because the games perfectly capture who these guys are and what they mean to each other.

I like the way Terra and Aqua - oldest of the trio - ruffle Ven's hair because the latter is the youngest. I like Ven's precocious nature and eagerness to match the physical and mental qualities of his older peers, whilst getting across his rookie childishness. Aqua is clearly the heart of the team, crafting their friendship charms and pontificating on their bond, and Terra is... there.

Okay, fair, subdued personality notwithstanding, Terra's story (whom I've chosen to play first) is not without struggle. I don't know if the darkness inside of him was inherited from birth or a byproduct of something that happened off-camera, but it's clearly been with him for some time. I've grown accustomed to every character in the game spouting the "darkness (or light) in your heart" that I mostly took it metaphorically or at least, metaphysically, so Terra literally being seeped in darkness felt like it came out of nowhere. But literally, light poured out of Kingdom Hearts (the actual, metaphysical door, not the game title) and killed off Heartless Ansem in the first game, so well, of course there would be physical manifestations of darkness lurking about. I think my brain isn't used to a pre-Heartless world. I mean, what the hell are the Unversed? I'm going to assume the game's going to tell us, but like, are they physical manifestation of darkness as much as the Heartless represents soullessness? I've only marginally spoiled myself on BBS' (more or less the grander, spoiler-heavy narrative, and even then, not a whole lot), so I'm curious if they're ever going to explain how Terra ended up with a power that he has to learn to control lest it'd consume him.

Alright, I do think it's inherently funny that Obvious Evil Looking Guy With the Evil Name Who Is Pro-Team Darkness, is able to put doubt into Terra's heart on whether said darkness is anything to be ashamed of. But to the game's credit, Xehanort is not only a Master Keyblade wielder, he's a personal companion to Terra's mentor, Eraqus. It would make sense that he wouldn't distrust this man. It's also pretty evident Terra already feels raw from losing the Mark of Mastery test because he has trouble controlling his Forbidden Powers. One can't help but wonder if this was a criticism he's had to endure his entire life, especially from a teacher who has been a father figure to him growing up. Hearing someone reassure him that his abilities are what makes him special and has the potential to be properly channeled sounds refreshing to a guy who probably has spent years being told to suppress it, and thus, alienate his very existence.

I can't believe they put Fortune Street into this game. BBS all but stresses that you should play Command Board in order to get more... commands. The latter governs your moves during battle. The more you play, the quicker you can level up your abilities as well as earn new ones. I've been told this has the potential to absolutely break the game if you keep playing, since the probability of scoring incredibly powerful Commands is well within possibility as early as the first world. This is all optional. It's a dang mini-game, albeit one with far greater use to the overall game than most. I'm addicted. I can't stop playing this dumb Mario Party meets Monopoly game.

Okay, a point for sticking with her original silver dress instead of the altered blue one they use for merch. But big demerit for giving Cinderella her current blonde hair when we all damn well know this girl had RED in her hair. Strawberry blond Cinderella > Blonde Cinderella.

Terra's first trip into Cinderella's world opens with him catching her post-dress rip, crying her eyes out. Apparently she's sad enough that she failed to notice the Unversed literally inches from her, of which Terra beat them seven ways to Sunday. It literally takes the Fairy Godmother teleporting within her vision for her to snap to because the game has to adapt the movie's plot straight as accurate to its source material as possible (it's that or make up a story whole cloth.) Terra later has to accompany and protect her inside the Prince's castle when the Unversed attacks so she can make it to the ball in time. Look, I'm all for her having fun after all the emotional bullshit she's had to deal with growing up, and I get the magic spell is on a timer, but there's monsters invading the castle and not once does anyone do a damn thing about it. Maybe Cinderella is aware of this. Knowing she, at the time, only has one shot to truly enjoy herself before returning to her days as an indentured servant to her shitty family, she shrugged and figured, "What the hell. You only live once." She's going to the dang ball and she's gonna have a magical time, evil creatures threatening to maim her be damned.

Then again, look how empty the castle is. Of course the Unversed waltzed in like they own the joint, there's only like seven people during the Grand Ball. Did the royal vizier lose the invitations? Sir, are you tricking the King by deluding him into thinking there's hundreds raving it up in there?

I think it's super cool that, being a prequel to the main KH timeline, Birth By Sleep's worlds have, so far, been connected to the original Seven Princesses of Hearts who has yet to be represented. We've already been to Alice, Jasmine, and Belle's world in KH 1 through KH2. Currently, Terra stumbled onto Aurora's (accurate to the movie, she's already asleep and uselessly does nothing) and now Cinderella's. The only one left is Snow White's and I assume we're gonna see her world, too. I hope so. Also, it looks like the game will show us how they ALL got captured (well, the ones in BBS) in time for KH1. We already saw Aurora's which, since this takes place a decade before KH1... oof, she's been comatose for a while. Not quite the one hundred years Maleficent intended, but you don't ignore ten years of sleep!

Within the context of Cinderella's narrative, the titular character's endless optimism and hope is something she channels as her personal inner strength. People criticize her for "being passive", but Cinderella is stuck in a situation she cannot easily escape from. She's an abused victim controlled by a woman with reasonable amount of money and a likely high enough position to keep it that way. Her dream is a survival tactic and ultimately what keeps her going; her utter defiant and refusal to sink into depression takes immeasurable strength to do so. Terra counters this, saying he achieves his dreams on his own, but the thing is, he has the means to do so. Sticking with Cinderella has Terra reconsider though. While her mantra is not inherently compatible with his lifestyle, Terra's constant battle with darkness might mean that maybe, sometimes, you got to have something positive to carry with you to help you during times of distraught, especially if that's all you can do (I do not know if Terra's world have professional therapists. Maybe. I guess? Sure?) I wonder if Cinderella's words is just the kind of mentality that Terra could, at minimum, keep in mind during his quest to find Xehanort. Course, I'm left wondering if the hope spot he decides to build for himself is one where he either suppresses the darkness or embraces it. I'm probably overthinking this ("believe in your friends", "you have the power of light", "have hope" and similar cheers are plentiful obligations in Kingdom Hearts that it almost feels senseless), but Cinderella's beliefs that which kept her alive, might very well be worth trying for someone whose mind is currently in strife.

OH HELL YES.

I was informed of this boss a while back by friends who have played or, at least, had a passing familiarity with the game, cuz' they know what my aesthetic is. And this is aesthetic. I failed to take screencaps, but his hat can be knocked off. He'll pick it up eventually, and when he does, the guy dusts off any dirt that got on it before placing it back on his head. What an elegant soul!

Okay, so um, I think I kind of ship these two. I didn't take screencaps, but there's another scene in the game where Cinderella giggles at him in a flirty sort of way, and actually takes Terra's advice to "stay strong", which is also a great wraparound to Terra taking Cinderella's mantra.

Like, look at them! Forget Prince Charming, Cinderella, let Terra sweep you off your feet and take you to all the Worlds, rules be damned!

#kingdom hearts #birth by sleep #neoyi plays kingdom hearts #neoyi plays birth by sleep

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