#i couldn't find those exact right pictures
Note
So why do you hate the advertising industry?
Hokay so.
Let me preface this with some personal history. It's not relevant to the sins of the advertising industry perse but it illustrates how I started to grow to hate it.
I wanted to be a veterinarian growing up, but to be a vet you basically have to be good enough to get into medical school. I do not have the math chops or discipline to make it in medical school. I went into art instead, and in a desperate attempt to find some commercial viability that didn't involve moving to California, I went into graphic design.
I've been a graphic designer for about seven or eight years now and I've worn a lot of hats. One of them was working in a print shop. Now, the print shop had a lot of corporate customers who had various ad campaigns. One of them was Gate City Bank, which had a bigass stack of postcards ordered every couple months to mail to their customers.
Now, paper comes from Dakota Paper, and they make their paper the usual way. Somewhere far, far from our treeless plain there is a forest of tall trees. These trees are cut down and put on big fossil fuel burning trucks and hauled to a paper mill that turns them into pulp while spewing the most fowl odors imaginable over the neighboring town and loads the pulp up with bleach to give it a nice white color.
Then the paper is put on yet another big truck and hauled off to the local paper depot, then put on another big truck and delivered to my print shop, where I turned the paper into postcards telling people to go even deeper into debt to buy a boat because it's almost summer. The inks used are a type of nasty heat sensitive plastic that is melted to the surface of the paper with heat. Then the postcards are put on yet ANOTHER truck and sent to the bank, which puts them on ANOTHER truck and finally into the hands of their customers, who open their mail and take one look at the post card and immediately discard it.
Heaps and heaps and literal hundreds of pounds of literal garbage created at the whim of the marketing team several times a year. And thats just one bank in one city.
I came to realize very quickly that graphic design was the delicate art of turning trees into junk mail.
And wouldn't you know it there are a TON of companies that basically only do junk mail. Many of them operate under the guise of a "charity," sending you pictures of suffering children or animals and begging for handouts and when they get those handouts the executives take a nice fat cut, give some small token amount to whatever cause they pay lip service to, and then put the rest of the cash right back into making more mailers. "Direct mail marketing" they call it.
Oh but maybe it's not so bad, you can advertise online after all. Now that there's decent ad blocker out there and better anti-virus ads usually don't destroy your computer anymore just by existing.
Except now when I search for the exact business I want on Google it's buried under three or four different "promoted search items" tricking me into clicking on them only to shoot themselves in the foot because I searched for the specific result I wanted for a reason and couldn't use those other websites even if I felt like it.
And now we have advertising on YouTube and on every streaming service, forcing more and more eyes onto the ad for the brand new Buick Envision that parks itself because you're too stupid to do it on your own.
Oh thats ok maybe I'll get Spotify premium and go ad free and listen to some podcasts- SIKE we have the hosts of your show doing the song and dance now. Are you depressed and paranoid from listening to my true crime podcast about murdered and mutilated teenagers? That's ok, my sponsor Better Help can keep you sane enough to stay alive and spend more money.
It's gotten so terrible that now you have content farms, huge hubs of shell companies that crank out video after video to get more and more precious clicks. Which if the videos were innocuous maybe that wouldn't be so awful except now you have cooking hacks that can actually burn your house down and craft hacks that can electrocute you being flung into your eyes at the speed of mach fuck so some slimy internet clickbait jockey doesn't need to get a real job.
It of course goes without saying that animals are also relentlessly exploited by clickbait companies that will put them in compromising situations on purpose to create a fake fishing hack video or even just straight up killing them for sport by feeding small animals to a pufferfish that rips them apart for the camera.
And all of this, ALL of this doesn't even touch how adveritising is the death of art in general. Queer topics, any kind of interesting art, any kind of sex or substance use topics are scrubbed clean and hidden at the behest of advertisers.
Sex education, a nude statue, topics such as racism or sexism or bigotry in general have tags purged or hidden from search, even life saving information about SDTs or drug use, because if someone saw that and complained then Verizon might sell fewer tablets and we can't fucking have that.
Conservative talking heads often bitch and moan that they're being censored on social media. The stupid part is, they're right! They are being censored! But it's not by a woke mob, it's by ATT and Coca Cola not wanting their adspace sharing screen time with their stupid fucking opinions.
However, they won't ever figure that out, because the talking heads they get their marching orders from like Tucker and Jones ALSO rely on the sweet milk flowing from the sponsorship teat and they aren't about to turn on their meal ticket so they have to come up with even stupider shit to say for the train to continue rolling.
I managed to rant this far without even getting into the ads I see for the beauty industry. The other day a botox ad described wrinkles as "moderate to severe crows feet" as if wrinkles are a symptom of a fucking serious disease! Like having a flaw in your skin is a medical problem that you need thousands of dollars of literal botulism toxin to fix! I was incandescent with anger.
Advertising is a polluting, censoring, anti educational and anti art industry at it's very core. It destroys human connections, suppresses human thought and makes us hate our own bodies. It ads no value, actively detracts from value, and serves no real purpose and I believe it should be almost if not entirely banned.
23K notes
·
View notes
Note
heyyyyy i was wondering if you’d do like a continuation headcanon to the in the darkness headcanons basically like after they broke up what john wick would be doing aside from his usual work like i want to see him breaking downnnnn how he is holding up. like is he stalking her, keeping tabs on her, if she’s at a club would he be there too making sure she is protected and like what if she KNOWS he’s where she’s at and she knows that he watches her so she starts to act up in the club idk ANYTHINGGGG i want dramaaaaaaa i want him JELOUSSS AND REGRETFULL AND ON HIS KNEES . thank you ur my fav author ever luv u queen
post breakup, ౨ৎ ex-bf!john wick.
fem reader : continuation of this fic. angst?
john is heartbroken without you. he’s a very sentimental guy, so he can’t bring himself to throw away any of your pictures or mementos he still has. your face haunts the halls of his home, and he has no one to blame but himself.
john’s never one to dwell on his regrets too much— it would make his job a lot harder. but he couldn't stop the aching in his chest, knowing that he now wakes up alone. he won’t hear the sound of your soft singing from the shower, or your laughter in the kitchen when he used to cook sunday breakfast.
he knows its for the better.. right?
your last conversation haunts his every waking thought. the sight of your big teary eyes, heartbreak swimming in those irises, is swimming in his mind. You begged for an explanation, to work things out— for him to just talk to you. talk. be vulnerable.
"you can talk to me, please", your voice echoes.
and he just walked out the door.
john absolutely sucks at the concept of “no-contact.” sure he’s not speaking directly to you, but he’s always keeping an eye on you. He still drives by your favorite places the two of you used to frequent, and just watches you for a while. He manages to last just a few minutes of looking at your solemn face before the guilt hangs too low, and he drives off.
he keeps you safe from a distance, like a guardian angel. That’s all he ever wanted to do— it’s why he broke up with you in the first place. He realises how strange this is, how pissed you’d be if you caught him, but he just needs to know you’re okay.
you haven’t heard from john in almost months since he broke it off. his number stopped working, and it’s like someone wiped him off the grid. he never had many— or any friends or family you could interrogate for his whereabouts. your friends always encouraged you to move on, find a new boy toy, or enjoy the single life.
"he always gave me weird vibes, i called it", one of your friends shrugs.
their comments get met with a nasty glare from you
john wasn’t weird. he wasn’t bad. at least not with you— never with you.
you thought you'd never see him again— until that one fateful november night. after weeks of peer pressure and pleads, you finally agree to let your friends set you up on a date. from what you heard, this guy was the exact opposite of john: aka everything you didn't want. he was blonde, blue eyed, and worked in ... accounting? actuary? something in finance, you honestly couldn't be bothered to remember.
your mind was fogged the entire time you spent getting ready. every flick of your mascara, or lift of tights over your legs reminded you of john. how he’d watch you doll yourself up, drinking in your every gentle movement and sway.
you were too caught up in memories as you left your apartment building, and stupidly got into your uber without checking the licence or driver. You mumble the address to the driver, resting your head back against the window, shutting your eyes.
“don't you know it's rude to get into a stranger's car?" a husky voice jolts you awake.
“john?!”
josie's lil note ࿐ ♡ ˚ . sorry for the lack of angst angst, my brain is really not braining right now 😵💫
#divider cred. fairytopea#keanu reeves x reader#keanu reeves imagine#john wick x reader#john wick imagine#*⠀john wick.#love letters.#john wick angst
150 notes
·
View notes
Note
I hope this kills you and makes your day at the exact same time. I'm winging this btw and it's all improv in mah brain so it might be longer than expected, idfk, we'll see.
Thanks so much for existing and giving us this comic in the first place now suffer-
-{###}-
Leo watched as Donnie continued talking, his movements exaggerated and his words ecstatic. The holograhic screen lit up every surface within a 2-foot radius, the words big and bright against the darkened atmosphere. Beside himself, Mikey and Raph shivered on each side, looking anywhere but at Donnie's face. And even though Leo understood why they couldn't bare to look their brother in the eye right now, something deep inside of him still burned with annoyance. Because despite everything, it was still Donnie! They just couldn't see it yet!
Not like Leo could see very well past the hard, stable shell that his twin had built around himself. Not like he could tell how Donnie was really feeling. Not like his tireless efforts to reach out and help did anything noteworthy.
All it got him was...
"...Oh! And how could I forget the infirmary machinery as well!" Donnie continued, his voice raised in a professional manner that would make anyone else think he was just giving a regular presentation. "The infirmary duties will obviously be passed onto you, Leo, since aside from Casey, you're the most medically knowledgeable. Plus, I know you won't disappoint."
Of course, Leo wasn't anyone else. He could hear the manic cry for life and freedom and pain in his twin's voice, no matter how quiet. It was there, faint and far away, somewhere that not even Donnie could find it, but it was still there and it needed answering.
Donnie just kept refusing to look in the right direction.
---
It was well after midnight when Donnie pulled Leo aside for a chat about the affairs of taking on three positions at once. The leader of the resistance could barely piece together what Donnie was saying though, his words muffled by the bigger picture.
In the dead of night, as expected, Donnie's demeanor took a complete 180 shift, his expression barely masking the exhaustion and weakness he undoubtedly felt. His eyes were half-lidded and cloudy, a look that Leo's only ever seen thrice in those yellow and red irises. His shoulders, despite getting bonier and bonier by the day, were slouched in a lazy way that made the soft-shell look like a corpse. The purple hoodie he so much adored nearly reached his knees, the lost fat and muscle making the article of clothing seem bigger than it actually was.
But one of the worst aspects about Donnie's appearance didn't have anything to do with any signs of death or sickness. No... The thing that made Leo really want to throw up...?
Donatello was now shorter than Leonardo.
"C-come on, Donnie... Why would I need to learn any of this... Nerd... Stuff, if I already have you?"
A stupid question. Idiotic, dumb, foolish, stupid, demeaning, disgusting, stupid, gross, stupid stupid stupidstupidstupidstupid-
"Riiiiiight... Anyway, you'll need to remove that panel right there to get to the inner-workings of..."
But even though it was a stupid question, Donnie would've usually gone out of his way to answer it.
Why wouldn't he answer?
---
Two weeks.
It had only been two weeks.
But it felt like a lifetime.
Donnie wasn't dead yet, thank whatever god that's still out there that he wasn't, but Leo still felt like he was. Donnie was literally just there, he was just right in front of him, talking about the schematics of something or other, running his mouth like he's been doing for the past few days. Nothing truly notable about Donnie's health had really changed, no weakening brain cells or crippling disabilities. The only things that had changed were Donnie's height again and his now inability to walk.
His inability to walk. Just two weeks ago he was bouncing off the walls and biting people's noses off.
However, despite all of the physical evidence that Donnie was very clearly still here and alive, Leo couldn't help but feel like a part of him was gone. Dead, deceased, whisked away by the winds of time... It was hard to explain, even for him, how something inside of him just kind of... Faded away.
The Death, as Leo pessimistically liked to call it, was a slow and agonizing process, beginning all the way back when Donnie first revealed his worsening condition and then continuing on until now. It began with just a little click, a little pinprick of emptiness and loss and HURT that Leo didn't know how to fix. Then that pinprick slowly grew into a scab, then a paper cut, then a scratch, then a hole, and then finally evolved to a gaping wound that would take years to fix. It was just this... This agonizing feeling of emptiness and loneliness that Leo hadn't even felt when Raph first died. (Haha, funny. He's already died twice by now. Hilarious.) And no matter how hard Leo tried to heal it with potions and bandages and medicine and melatonin, it never went away.
Not even when Donnie stood directly in front of him.
And isn't that just hilarious? Isn't that great? Isn't that just Splendid? Isn't that just the coolest Revelation That LEO'S EVER FELT?? ISN'T THAT SO INTERESTING????
Isn't it funny?
---
Leo watched as Donnie continued talking, his movements exaggerated and his words ecstatic.
He watched the ghost wave goodbye with a dramatic flair and a little giddiness in his step, the small soft-shell turtle barely able to show his hand from inside the giant sleeve of his favorite hoodie.
Leonardo waved back, a sad, forced smile and a train track of dried tears gracing his face.
Red enveloped Leo's vision one final time, and soon enough...
The half of himself that somehow still remained...
Faded away.
-{###}-
Haha get Disaster Twin'd idiot-
DLFNRJRIFJJTG3OFOFJEVDKDOSGDEKEBSIFJEIBDJDJDNFBFKFBFKRBRJRJRJRJD
I mean. Thank you. This is amazing and I love it with all my heart💜💙
#What horrible person would put characters through such trauma???#looks in a mirror#ah.#right.#dies casually#collapses#*$&=(@₩#heekoeiejdbxno#fic tag
968 notes
·
View notes
Text
slut! ꨄ minors dni
— nsfw: schlatt x afab reader, self degradation, praise kink —
slut, whore, clout chaser, dick rider. since publicly revealing your relationship with schlatt, you had heard it all from the internet. for the most part though, you were able to brush it off. after all, you knew the truth and so did schlatt. you loved him endlessly, regardless of his platform. however, for some reason, the hate comments were bothering you today.
the streamer awards had been the previous night, and you had finally convinced schlatt to go in person. so, the two of you had flown to LA, gotten dressed up in your finest gala wear, and had a fantastic time with your friends. to commemorate the night, you had posted some pictures on your instagram. the final picture you posted was of you and schlatt dancing at the afterparty, a bright smile on both of your faces.
while there were positive comments, especially from your friends, the comments from the fans were skewing negative today. some were the usual insults, but others were just plain vile. it made your stomach churn just to read them. worst of all though, it made you doubt yourself and your relationship. were you just tricking yourself into thinking that you weren’t a clout chasing slut?
by the time schlatt returned to the hotel room with the takeout you had ordered, you were curled up on the bed in tears. once he realized what was happening, he quickly put aside the food and climbed in bed with you, pulling you close to his chest.
"what's wrong, baby? 's everything okay?"
you shook your head, pulling away from him. it stung your heart to see the shocked and slightly hurt look on his face. "how can you be with me? how do you know i'm not just with you for fame? that i'm not some clout chasing slut?"
schlatt's face softened at that, realizing what was happening now. he began to gently rub up and down your arms, trying to soothe you. "you're not a clout chasing slut. anyone who said that obviously doesn't know you the way i do. fuck, i had to beg you t' come on my channel and reveal our relationship."
that was true. you had been so scared of this exact thing happening that you refused to reveal your relationship for over a year. still, you could feel that bit of insecurity still nipping at your insides. "how do you know i didn't trick you?"
"because you're a bad liar," he teased gently, finally pulling you back in and pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "you're nothin' that any of those comments say, and if it's okay, i'd like t' prove that t' you."
you thought about it for a moment, then nodded. you needed schlatt right now, pressing you carefully into the bed and showering you in kisses as he made love to you.
with your consent, schlatt began to do exactly that. he carefully removed your clothes, all while pressing kisses to your bare skin. every kiss made you feel loved and revered. quiet whimpers began to escape your lips, making him smile and come up to finally press a kiss to them. "there's my baby. love you so much, doll."
schlatt's clothes came off next, before he slunk down your body and began to press soft, open mouth kisses to your clit and entrance. you couldn't help but gasp and reach out for his hand, clasping it in yours as he dove in more vigorously, making sure to get you nice and wet. it didn't take long for your hand to squeeze his, back arching up and gasping as you reached your first climax.
"shit, baby," schlatt groaned as he climbed back on top of you and leaned in to kiss you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. "you always taste so fuckin' good. you always are so fuckin' good. lemme take care of you."
all it took was another nod from you for schlatt to push in, tangling his hand in yours once again as he began to move. he kept his thrusts slow but firm, making sure to find that spot in you that sent sparks up your spine, "you're so perfect, doll," he murmured softly, leaning in to kiss you briefly and swallowing your tiny gasps. "like an angel. lemme hear you say it. want you to say how perfect you are."
as schlatt squeezed your hand, and you felt his nose brushing gently against yours with every thrust, you couldn't help but give in. "'m perfect. 'm your baby, your doll, your angel."
he gave you another kiss, groaning as he began to speed up. "that's my girl. now c'mon, i wanna make you feel good."
it didn’t take much longer for you to cum, clenching around his cock as he came inside of you and whispered sweet phrases in your ear.
"there you go, shit, that's my angel. you look so beautiful, doll. just keep on milkin' my cock."
afterwards, when you were both cleaned up and lying in the afterglow, you couldn't help but think back to the comments again. this time though, you had a different take. if this is how revered schlatt made you feel all the time, maybe it was worth being a so called slut.
#jschlatt x reader#jschlatt x you#schlatt x reader#schlatt x you#jschlatt hcs#schlatt hcs#jschlatt headcanons#schlatt headcanons#jschlatt smut#schlatt smut#blush ꨄ
203 notes
·
View notes
Note
Ok so I have a request, but bear with me because I can’t find the prompt list I had seen about it 😩
Basically it was about how in real life, things happen or go wrong during sex that make it more silly. There was a whole list of things that might happen, but I can only remember two of them. One was like someone being too ticklish and the other was body parts making weird noises. Hopefully you at least get the picture with those two examples 😂
I love the idea of sex being fun and silly sometimes and thought it would be really sweet with Bucky :)
18+ This is so cute. I love all of this so much. Awkward sex positions. Queefs.
Bucky giggled.
Giggled.
You looked up at him with curious eyes, a devilish little smile flashed across your face as you went back for the same spot. Your lips nipped and teased his neck where he was most sensitive, making him squirm and wriggle under you.
"It tickles!!" He tucked his chin against his chest, his face flushed from smiling while you straddled him with an amused look on your face.
"I didn't know super soldiers were so ticklish" You grinned, poking his side, making him yelp. He grabbed you and flipped you over, trapping you under him.
"Mhm, and what about you baby" You squealed at the feeling of his beard rubbing in the crook of your neck, desperately trying to wiggle away from him while he held you down, laughing and nuzzling his face into your more. "Do I get to feel all of you now sweet girl"
He pulled away, resting his forehead on yours, his hard length pressed against your tummy, precum making a mess on your skin. You moaned softly, nodding and spreading your legs for him.
"Ow" Your face scrunched slightly, as he spread your legs a little further, your body not as warmed up and flexible as since it was still earlier in the day.
"Sorry sweets, you okay?" You hummed as he pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, pushing his cock into you slowly. "You feel perfect angel" He started off slow, feeling your body with his hands, smiling against your skin each time you clung onto him harder.
"Faster baby" You moaned, pulling him down to kiss his sweet lips, your arms draped around his shoulders. He pounded you against the mattress, his cock slamming in and out of you, pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in.
"Come here baby" He pulled out of you, yanking you and bending you over the bed, stuffing his cock right back in you to fuck you from behind.
How you hated the switch from missionary to doggy.
You adored how Bucky could hit your exact spot, except it usually also came with him literally fucking air into you in the process. You blinked, groaning at the way your body just refused to cooperate while with each thrust, the sound that kept escaping your pussy wasn’t something that could be hidden.
Bucky giggled.
With each thrust, he couldn’t help but snicker at the sound while admiring the soft flesh of your ass jiggle each time he pulled your hips back.
"Did you just laugh?!" You couldn't help but laugh yourself, your boyfriend trying to hold in his little giggles while giving you gentle thrusts.
"Can't help it baby" He shrugged, massaging your thighs, his mind now wandering to something else he had wanted to try for a while. "Can-can I fuck you against the wall?"
You blinked back him while he bit his lip, hoping you'd say yes. He was still learning about things he enjoyed during sex and you were the safest most loving person he had ever been with.
"Don't drop me Barnes" You nodded, standing up and padding over to a wall that wasn't near anything so you wouldn't knock anything over.
"I won't drop you" Bucky scoffed, you weighed nothing to him. It wasn't until you were in his arms did he realize it wasn't weight that was an issue and that there was an art to fucking one against the wall.
"How-how do i-" He grunted, lifting you with both arms, when realizing he wasn’t skilled enough just yet to put his dick in you without using his hand. He tried for a second, awkwardly rubbing his tip against your pussy while you held onto him for dear life, unable to understand how anyone enjoyed this position when it took so much effort.
“Is it in yet?”
“I would know if it was in Bucky”
“Damn right you would” Cocky bastard.
“Will you stop priding yourself in your dick size for a second and just use your hand to stick it in”
“Greedy now aren’t we”
“Barnes, just use your hand to put it in and fuck me”
Bucky snorted, managing to shift you so he held you up with his metal arm, lining his cock up with your entrance. He pushed into you, both of you gasping at the feeling as he filled you, both hands now gripping onto your ass and thighs.
Once he got into the rhythm, he couldn't help but lose himself, loving the way you moaned and fluttered around him, the soft thumps against the wall only spurring him on more. Now you understood why people loved this position.
"I'm gona-f-fuck I'm gonna cum" He moaned, his cock throbbing, fucking you faster, sweat beading at his forehead.
"Hold it, fuck keep going Bucky! Don’t stop-" You whined but it was too late, fuck you felt too good.
It was like a cum now button as soon as you told him don’t stop, keep going, his balls tightened against his body, cum bursting out of his cock, spilling his load into you.
"I-HNggg-FucK I’m cumming” He moaned, stilling his movements, panting while still holding you up. "Sorry" He blushed, smiling shy at you while you snorted, shaking your head.
"I told you to keep going!"
"Well, why do you feel so good" He rolled your eyes, carrying you over and dropping you onto the bed, throwing your thighs over his shoulders, pressing a sloppy kiss onto your soaked clit.
"Now hold still while I make you cum pretty girl"
Tags:
@glxwingrxse @hungryyeyess @sebsgirl71479 @beabutterfly987 @teambarnes72 @witchywhore @jamesbuckybarneswify @slutforsexyseabass @chrisdrysdale @littlemarvelmenfan @buggy14 @whimsyplaty92 @sergntbarnes @inkedaztec @pono-pura-vida @moonlightreader649 @brooklynscherry-z @elle14-blog1 @justsebstan @littlelightnings @psychomanniac-blog @happyt0exist @emmabarnes @bethyruth @matchat3a @cjand10 @getwellsoontana @cherryschaos @lokisasgardianvampirequeen @ashenc-blog @buckybarnessimpp @potatothots @goldylions @high-functioning-lokipath @morganemorganite-blog @kingfleury @peaches1958 @spiderman-stilinski @peaceinourtime82 @gublur @wintersmelodie @geeky-politics-46 @lolawassad @almosttoopizza @a-poor-gryffindork @alternativeprincess @buckycallsmeaslut @kamaria-sweet-writes @charmedbysarge @xnorthstar3x @kryoee7 @alina02 @gh0stgurl @polishprincess999 @jessybarnes @alltheficsiwant @chemtrails-club
#bucky barnes smut#bucky barnes fluff#bucky barnes imagine#bucky smut#marvel smut#bucky x f!reader#bucky x y/n#bucky x reader#bucky x female reader#bucky barnes x y/n#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes x female reader#bucky barnes x f!reader#bucky barnes x you#bucky barnes x f reader#bucky fan fics#bucky fan fic#bucky fan fiction#bucky fanfic#bucky barnes fanfic#bucky barnes fan fiction#bucky barnes fan fic#bucky barnes fandom#bucky barnes fanfiction#james bucky buchanan barnes#james buchanan barnes#james buchanan bucky barnes#james bucky barnes#soft bucky#soft bucky barnes
1K notes
·
View notes
Text
A picture-Perfect Hello.
Spencer Reid picture-perfect.
Spencer Reid had no idea when he came home from a long case that his new neighbor would be the love of his life. And together they would create the picture-perfect life.
A four-part series.
Warning Contains spoilers for Season 13 as well as Season 12. Post prison Spencer Reid.
Ages 18 and over. Contains oral sex. Penetrative sex. Reader on birth control pills.
Spencer came home from a long case. A six Day one to be exact. He was surprised to see a pile of boxes sitting in the hallway in front of an apartment building that he assumed was still to be empty when he came back home. It's not that he didn't want new neighbors. He just didn't expect there to be any, given that that apartment has been vacant for the past seven months.
he was So exhausted from the trip back home that he really just wanted to go to sleep. But he knows that that would be rude not to even try to offer Any help to his new neighbor. So he unlocked his door and put his satchel inside. Going over to the refrigerator to grab something to drink, leaving the front door open So he could see if the new neighbor passed by. After a few minutes, he decided to shut the front door and go stand out in the hall. He made it to the front of his sofa before he saw a pile of boxes walking by his door.
"Oh, here, let me help you" he said, running out of his door.
" Oh my gosh, thank you so much that this so kind of you." He heard a woman's voice coming from behind the pile of boxes.
" Sure, no problem. Let me just grab these" he said, pulling two boxes off the top of the pile.
Spencer couldn't believe his eyes when he saw the woman that was behind the box. a Brunette with Short hair. And blue eyes.
" Hello" he managed to get out. " My name is Spencer, Spencer Reid. I live in this apartment right here". He told her, using his thumb to point back at the door.
" Hello my name is y/n It's so nice to meet you. I didn't know if anybody lived in this apartment. I've been moving in for the past two days and I haven't seen you."
" I was at work. I.. I'm, I'm an FBI agent, so I wasn't home for six days."
" Ohh wow. An FBI agent? That must be really exciting."
" It can be. It has its moments that it's exciting. Yes, I, you know, I I definitely enjoy the work that I do, putting away the bad guys and all that. Definitely rewarding, yes. Kind of tiring though as well if I'm being honest. But still, it's.. it's really nice work." Spencer began to ramble.
" Would you like to come in and put those boxes down?"
" Boxes? Ohh yes yes. But I would love to put the boxes down" Spencer answered, not even realizing anymore that he was holding boxes.
" Just try to find a place to put them down at. I'm sorry I haven't really officially moved in yet. I'm staying with a friend of mine while I get everything out of my dirtbag ex boyfriend's apartment." She explained to Spencer she was waving her finger around the room with her other hand on her hip.
"Oh, sure, no problem. It it's going to take some time to move in. I'm sorry about your boyfriend."
" Oh, don't be. He was a lousy piece of crap that wasn't even any good in bed. I mean, it is seriously Exhausting having to fake orgasms all the time. It would have been nice if I could have had a real one during the two years we were together." She huffed out angrily.
Spencer's face must have lost all color or the opposite turned as red as a strawberry when she was saying this. As she stopped right in her tracks and they started apologizing.
" Oh my God, I am so sorry. I don't know why I said that. I mean, I just met you like what, 5 minutes ago if that. And here I am already talking like this. Please forgive me. I understand if you don't want to help me bring in any more boxes and if you want to pretend that I don't even live here, I completely understand. Have a tendency to over share my feelings when I'm angry and Needless to say, I'm angry."
" no need to apologize. I understand you being angry and you know, I hear a lot of stuff being an FBI agent. Plus I do have three women on our team, so, you know, I I hear things."
"Wow. Three women on your team. That's impressive. I just assumed that the FBI thought that that was men's work. You know? Good to see that we're making a little progress in the world."
" Ohh no. The FBI is full of women. You really have made a lot of progress in the work world. You know, it's been statistically proven that women are more effective at catching serial killers than men in some cases." He Explained to her.
" Really? well. I guess if you piss us off enough, we'll hunt you down."
" I guess you could say that, yes. Uh, there's three agents that I work with that are women. And then there's our technical analyst, Penelope Garcia. She's wonderful as well."
" Well, that's good. Got to get rid of those bad guys, right? And bad ladies, I'm sure as well."
"Yep" He said, rocking back and forth from his toes to his heels. Kind of uncomfortable now that the conversation has ended.
" So do you have more boxes you need me to help you bring in or?" He asked, waving his hands around nervously.
" Yes, I do. I have five more boxes out in the car."
" OK, well here let me help you with that."
"So does you being an agent mean that I'm not going to see you much? Because that would be really sad. I think you're really cute. And you obviously are smart."
"OH no. I'm home when I can be most of the time. And if I'm not home or out on a case, I spent a lot of time on a jet too. You know, going to the crime scenes. It's a lot easier for me when it's local because then I get to come back home. It gets a little tiring having to be in hotels all the time. Sometimes it's really nice to just come home to the comfort of your own apartment and bed, you know?"
"It is."
After Spencer helped her bring in the rest of her boxes, she went over to a box marked kitchen and pulled out a coffee pot.
" Would you like some coffee? I love coffee and I can't live without it." Asked, holding up her pink coffee maker.
" Really. I love coffee too. Yes, I.. I.. I would love some. My friends always put me down. Well, my my coworkers. But they're like my friends. Actually. They're like my family. They make fun of me sometimes for loving coffee so much."
" Why would they Make fun of you for that?. Oh well. Between you and me, we could probably empty out the entire state of coffee beans."
" Yeah, we probably could." He said with a big grin on his face.
" So how long have you lived here?" She asked him.
" 14 years."
"Wow, 14 years. That's amazing. Must be really nice here. Well, for the amount of time that you hear, I guess you couldn't really judge."
" Well, I've been here long enough, yeah, to know that. That's. It really is nice. Yeah, but you're right, the amount of time that I'm actually here for. Really can't judge, but sometimes I am here for a week at a time."
She walks into the kitchen and plugs in the coffee pot.
" I know exactly where my coffee beans are. They're in that box over there marked coffee."
" Spencer Looks over at the box. "Ohh here let me get it for you."
" Thank you. You're such a gentleman. I mean, not only helping me move in, but also helping me make coffee. You'll find mugs in that same box, by the way."
When Spencer opens the box, he sees 5 bags of coffee and seven mugs.
" Ohh wow my friend Penelope. She would love your mugs. She's the queen of coffee mugs. Although in her case sometimes it's also hot tea, so mugs in general."
" I think I'd really get along with this, Penelope."
" She is wonderful." Spencer tells her where the chuckle.
Spencer hands her a bag of coffee, a pack of coffee filters and two mugs. A pink mug with a rainbow on it and a black mug that says I love coffee.
" I think this will be my favorite mug" he told her, holding up the one that says I love coffee.
" Well then, we will make that your special mug for when you come over, and that is if you want to ever come back."
" I want to come back. I I look forward to it."
Spencer Reid being a man of science, never really believed in love at first sight. But there's something about her he feels that he could spend the rest of his life with, even though he's only known her for about an hour tops at this point.
"You know, if you come back tomorrow, I have been known to make some pretty good muffins. By then I should be able to find my baking stuff. But that is only if you would like to. I understand. If you don't want to, it's. Completely understandable."
" No, not at all. I would love to come over. Muffins sound really good. Muffins and coffee? That's. That's really good. Yeah." He said with a chuckle, so happy that she would like for him to come back.
" OK then uh 8:00 be OK?"
" That'd be great. I don't start teaching until 10:00, so. 8:00 would be good."
" I thought you were an FBI agent".
"Ohh. Well, yeah, I ...I am. I am an FBI agent. But I also teach sometimes because I'm not Fully on the team at the moment, but that's a that's a long story for. Another time so". Spencer said nervously. What was she going to think if she asked him why he wasn't on the team full time? What if she doesn't like that he was in prison even though he didn't really commit the crime he was arrested for?
" OK, well, another time it is."
" So I can be here at 8:00." Spencer asked, wringing his hands.
" Unless 7:30 would be better for you."
" 7:30 would be great. That would be great. That would give me half hour more to be able to get ready to go and teach my class."
" OK, 7:30 it is. I should already be started by the muffins, by then"
" Great" Spencer said.
" Do you take your coffee?"
"Black with sugar." Spencer answered, placing the two Mugs next to the coffee maker that was just about done.
" Black with sugar, You got it."
There was a little bit of awkward silence as the coffee finished brewing. Before y/n Poured 2 mugs of it, adding the sugar into both mugs and going over to the refrigerator to get some Creamer.
" I know it's strange. I already have Creamer in my refrigerator, but says I said I've been moving in for a few days, so I don't really know why I have Creamer in my refrigerator. Didn't even have my coffee maker yet, but I'm a weird one. "
" Not at all. " Spencer said.
After the coffees had been made, the two of them sat down at her little kitchen table.
" You know, this table was actually left behind from the previous renter. I don't know why, but hey, I was happy to have it. " y/n said.
" Yes, well left behind furniture is always good. Unfortunately, nothing came with my apartment. "
" Wow. Usually somebody leaves something behind. " she says taking a sip of coffee.
" So can I ask what you do? Or do you not have a job yet in between jobs?"
" Ohh yes, I'm a Blogger."
" Spencer said, not really knowing what that was.
"Do you know what that is?" She asked him. Putting down her mug.
"No, not really. I'm sorry."
"No problem. I have a blog. It's a computer thing. It's on the Internet. It's a page Where I show you how to do things like highlight your hair and things I used to do. I also show a lot of cooking things, like how to make the muffins I'm going to make tomorrow, along with other things that I make."
" Oh, so you teach people how to do things via the Internet?"
" Yes, exactly."
" Ohh like life's important things like faking orgasms." He said with a chuckle as he took his first sip of coffee.
y/n Almost spit her coffee out at his response.
" Yes, exactly. I I really did do one of those. It was my most popular video to date, actually." She told him, laughing.
" Well, at least you're helping people with the important things in the world. Ohh my gosh, I'm so sorry. I really need to be getting to work. Umm, so I can come back tomorrow, right?"
"Absolutely. I look forward to it."
After Spencer went to teach another class, knowing that people really weren't going to be paying him any attention anyway. He was just kind of going through the motions. His mind, even though he was trying to teach about serial killers, just kept going back to His beautiful new neighbor and how he couldn't wait to get back to her apartment tomorrow.
Once class was over and he stopped at the grocery store to pick up something for him to eat for dinner. He went back home. He was so tempted to knock on his neighbor's door to see how she was doing. Or really just to see her face again. To ask her if she would like to come over and share his dinner, but he didn't want to be too forward, she said. I'll see you tomorrow morning, so tomorrow morning it would be.
He ate his dinner, took his shower, got in his pajamas, brushed his teeth and went to bed. Unfortunately though, for Spencer, sleep did not come easily to him. He just kept thinking about the beautiful woman next door. But was she doing? Was she sleeping? Was she lying awake, thinking about him, The way he was laying awake? Thinking about her?
He really needs to stop these Thoughts that are running through his head and try to get some sleep morning would come soon enough and he would be at her front door again, tapping on the wood, waiting to get inside.
Eventually, morning came and he did just the thing that he said he was going to do, ran out his front door before smoothening out any wrinkles that may be on his sweater. Before knocking lightly on her wooden front door.
" I'm coming, he heard being shouted from The other side of the door. He waited for a few seconds before he heard the deadbolt on lock the door opening, revealing the woman that he's awaiting all night to see. Wearing a light pink tank top and a purple apron. That had some baking flour stuck to it.
In all honesty, she was so beautiful and the fact that she was making muffins for him, it took all he had not to drop to one knee right now and ask her to marry him. It wasn't just because she would serve him muffins. It was because no one was willing to make anything like this for Spencer and his entire life. And even though he had only met this woman one day prior, he knew he was in love with her. He knew that this was the woman that he was destined to spend the rest of his life with.
" Hi, come on in. I'm so sorry I had to run to the store. So I'm a little bit later making the muffins and I thought I was going to be. I didn't have any flower. I forgot that I threw it at my ex when he told me that he didn't need my cooking anymore. It was juvenile, I know. But it was in the heat of the moment. So I just threw it at him."
" Oh, wow. OK, no problem. Take your time. If if you don't have the time to make the muffins right now, it's OK. I can come back tomorrow."
" Ohh no no, she cut him off. I have the flour, I'm just measuring it out now."
"OK, sure, can I help you make the muffins? I've never really baked anything before."
" Really. You would like to help me make muffins? OH my gosh yes. Thank you so much. I would love for you to do that. You know my boyfriend Will, my ex sorry-ass boyfriend never would have offered to help cook with me. He thought that cooking and baking was stupid and that it was just. Useless hobby."
" Well, that's not nice. Baking is a wonderful hobby. Cooking. We all need to eat to survive, right? So he didn't have any right to pick on you for that. I'm so sorry that he was like that to you. I promise I will never be that way to you. I mean, not that we're a couple. You know, I'm not presuming that you would want to be in a relationship with me. I'm just saying if it should ever come to that, I wouldn't be that kind of boyfriend. I'd be loving and supportive and help you with anything that you wanted." He began rambling.
" That would be wonderful, you know, if we ended up being together and cooked together, married one day. Just think. We would tell our children how we met and they would think it was so sweet."
Now Spencer's mind was really racing again. She's considering a life with him. She's actually thinking about a life with him and having children with him and telling them about how they met one day.
" Spencer?" He heard her saying.
"yes?" he answered.
" Would you like to come into the kitchen and help me?"
"Oh, Oh my gosh. Yes, yes, I would love to. OK, umm, So what do you need me to do?"
" Well, unfortunately I don't have a spare apron. And if you're planning on wearing this Sweater. You may not want to mess with the flour, but you can wash off the blueberries for me.
"Oh yes, of course." Spencer said, opening up the pints of blueberries and pouring them into a pink strainer to wash them off.
" I'm so sorry that you have to wait longer for the muffins because I forgot to get flour.
" It's OK. I'm actually happy that it happened because now I get to be a part of the muffin making process." Her as he finished straining the rest of the water off of the blueberries.
" That's so sweet, you can take and dump them into the bowl right there with the sugar."
The two of them stood side-by-side preparing muffin batter.
Before placing the batter into baking cups and putting them in the oven. y/n Pouring some coffee for them while they wait.
" So how did you sleep last night?" She asked, putting the two mugs of coffee down.
How did I sleep? OH my gosh how can I tell her that I couldn't sleep? Because all I could think about was her. How much I wanted to come back over here and see her. How I know she's the love of my life. How can I tell her that without her thinking that I'm crazy? Spencer thought to himself.
" I slept rather well, thank you." He told her he feels so bad about lying to her, but how can he tell her about his true feelings without scaring her away?
Once the muffins were done and they started eating them, it was the most delicious blueberry muffin Spencer had ever had.
" These are incredible" he told her before stuffing and other piece into his mouth.
" Thank you so much. I'm so glad that you like them. You know, I also make coffee cakes and strudels and stuff like that, so, you know, I could keep feeding you if you're interested."
If Spencer could have his way, he would make breakfast with her every day for the rest of his life.
" I would like that. he told her with a smile.
The next two weeks went on like this, meeting every day. Went to teach, unfortunately his teacher. Come to an end and he was forced to go back to the station.
" I'm back on FBI time now, so I may be gone for a little while. I'll let you know if I have a case. That way you don't start making something for me and I'm not here to get it." Told her, looking down at his thumbs that he was twiddling.
" OK, well, I'm going to miss you if you have a case, but I have a lot of muffins leftover. Would your team like some?" She asked him.
" I I think they would, yes, they're amazing. And if they don't want them, well, I'll gladly eat them."
" OK, great. I'll pack some up for you."
Spencer reluctantly left her apartment to go to the station, carrying with him a large basket of blueberry muffins. They placed them on the table of the round table room.
Luke came into the room and saw the basket of muffins along with Spencer sitting in his usual chair.
" Hey, welcome back Reid" Luke said to him.
" Hey, Luke. Thanks. It's nice to be back."
" Muffins. Are those for anybody or are they just for you?" Luke asked.
" There For anyone. My new neighbor Likes to bake, so she sent me to work with some muffins for you guys."
" She Ohh. I'm I'm not prying just is she someone that You might be interested in. I'm. I'm not meaning to pry. I just. I worry about you. You know, you go back to your apartment all by yourself and you don't really get any visitors. It would just be nice for you to have someone."
" I really like her, Luke. I don't know what I'm going to do. I don't know how to tell her. You know, I know that I'm the age that I am, but I don't have much experience with women. The only girlfriend long term that I really had got murdered in front of me. So I don't know how to talk to women." Spencer said sadly.
" Well reid. I can honestly tell you if a woman is willing to make you muffin's. And allow you into her apartment, I'm assuming."
" She did. I helped her move in."
" Then yes, she likes you." Luke told him before taking a bite of muffin.
" Really?" Spencer asked.
" Yes, really. And if she makes muffins like this my God man, go back home now and ask her to marry you. These are delicious."
Unfortunately for Spencer, he was going to have to wait to see his ladylove again. he had to go away on a case. The next three months' time continued to go this way. He would be home for a day or two enjoying the baked Goods with Her before having to go away on another case. They really didn't get to spend much time together anymore. They were both afraid that the feelings that they had for each other would fizzle away. But maybe, just maybe, people were right. Time apart does make the heart grow fonder. It left them both wondering though. Feel this way about each other. They're just neighbors, and they've never even kissed. Just enjoying talking about things over coffee and baked goods that Spencer often helped make. He really enjoyed the baking process and the fact that it gave him more time to spend with y/n but all of that changed quickly after Spencer finally had some time off since he was teaching again. So she invited him to come over and watch a movie. That was for the best, considering that Spencer really didn't have any movies that weren't foreign films.
"She picked (your favorite movie) To watch She Thought that Spencer would really enjoy it.
" I can't believe you've never seen this movie. I've seen it about 1000 times and can say just about every line with it". She told him.
" Well, I haven't seen very many movies that aren't in foreign languages, so this will be a fun to experience for me."
That night was a turning point in their relationship. As they sat on the sofa together, they realized neither one of them was really interested in the movie. They were more interested in each other. They've been away from each other for too long, and tonight was the night they were finally going to kiss.
However, Spencer Reid being amazing at everything was also in the world's greatest kisser. We've got turned on so much by the kissing that it wasn't long before Spencer was asking against her lips. "Can we take this to the bedroom?"
y/n Moaned a Yes, against his lips.
If Spencer picked her up off the couch and carried her into her bedroom, he knew exactly where it was. Not because he's been to her apartment so many times, but because the layout of her apartment was exactly the same as his own. Before he knew it, he was peeling off her clothes and kissing her passionately.
Shouldn't she was doing the same to him with the same urgency.
However, before Spencer removed her underwear. He asked if it was OK for him to do so.
y/n Couldn't get the word "yes" out fast enough. As soon as she was bare to him, he looked up into her eyes to make sure that She was OK with what he was about to do.
She panted out a yes before he licked right up her center. Causing her to moan out his name. Something that, if he was being honest with himself, was something that he was dying to hear over the past 3 1/2 months.
He took his time with her, loving the way that her fingers felt running through his hair. After he gave her two mind-blowing orgasms, he couldn't wait anymore. He needed to be inside of her.
"Do you have any protection?" He asked her, praying to the gods, anyone of them that she would have something.
"I'm on the pill and I'm clean". She panted out
the smile on his face, almost taking up his entire face at this point.
"Good" he panted out. Before slowly pushing inside of her. They both moaned out at the feeling. Something that they were both longing for, for so long. As he slowly moved inside of her, his fingers intertwining with hers.
The only sounds in the apartment at this point was the sounds of their moans and lips smacking.
" Where do you want me?" Spencer asked y/n Feeling that he was close told him.
" Inside, inside Spencer, I want to feel all of you."
And be more thrilled at these words. They both orgasm together and it was like pure heaven.
Spencer helped her ride out her high, and as he did, he couldn't help but stare into her eyes, seeing how beautiful she is.
Spencer eventually had to pull out. So sad for both of them since they both waited for so long. Both of them hoping that it would happen again.
They laid in her bed. Spencer's arms, holding her tightly to his body.
" Are you sorry that it happened?" Spencer asked sadly. As y/n Hasn't said anything since they orgasmed.
" No, not at all. Are you?" She asked with full of worry.
" No, absolutely not. I was worried that you were going to be sorry. I mean, it's been silence for a little bit." Spencer said with a gulp.
" No, I'm so happy that it happened. I waited for so long, you know, Honestly, I wanted you from the very first time I saw you, but I didn't want you to think that I was Trashy." She told him, running her hand up and down his bare chest.
" I would never think that, and honestly, I was the same way about you." Spencer told her with a smile.
"Who would have ever thought that me walking by with a stack of boxes would have led to this? that just a simple hello would have led to where we are today."
" I know. I guess you could say it was a picture-Perfect Hello." Spencer said before kissing her again.
Thank you so much for reading. Comments will be greatly appreciated and I look forward to writing the rest of this story. there should be another chapter out by the summer.
@thebloomingeagle
#spencer reid#doctor spencer reid#dr spencer reid#criminal minds#mgg#dr reid#reid#spencer reid smut#criminal minds smut#matthew gray gubler#matthew gray gubler smut#matthew gray gubler x reader#matthew gray gubler imagine
65 notes
·
View notes
Text
Where Crowley Parks: Definitely in London, definitely not a Real Place
Crowley parks in the same place several times in season 2. It's so obviously the same place each time that I couldn't help but be drawn to nitpicking those scenes. Here's one just before the opening credits in episode 2:
What struck me about this location is the buildings in the background. They are iconic buildings that have colloquial nicknames. They are shapes that instantly tell you that the thing you're looking at is in London. Let's look a bit closer at the buildings using a pile of frames taken from the series:
From right to left, I'm pretty sure we have the Gherkin, the Shard, the Walkie-Talkie and the Scalpel.
To the left of the Scalpel are some buildings that are less distinct, but I think they may be a trio of buildings at Bishopsgate & Leadenhall. I won't worry too much about those, though, because I don't think we need them. (If you know what they are for sure, though, please do share!)
The Gherkin and the Walkie-Talkie are unmistakable. I'm 95% sure that's the Scalpel; here's a picture of it under construction from the same angle:
I wasn't positive about the Shard until I saw the building lit up during a night scene, just before Crowley gets yoinked to hell for a chat with Beelzebub:
Ah, yeah. In the words of the Bilfather... seems legit to me! Here's the actual real Shard at night:
So, yes, very nice buildings. So London. Much skyscraper.
But. Why have them in the background at all?
If they were there naturally (assuming, you know, that they made a special trip to London to shoot these I guess), one could edit them out, or replace them with more nondescript building-shapes, or even just not include them in the frame -- and then the background would just fade into... itself. It would just be the anonymous place that Crowley parks, no need to call attention to the exact spot.
If they were added (spoiler: they were), that means the intent is to communicate very clearly that this spot is in London, fairly near the city center.
Okay, Good-Omens-creator-folks. You're pointing out to me that this is very particularly and specifically in London. Why are you doing that? Am I supposed to know where he's parked? I don't know, at least not off the top of my head. Maybe I can find out.
Let's look at a map!
The circles shown here are, from top to bottom: the Gherkin, the Scalpel, the Walkie-Talkie and the Shard. The question mark is the location of the buildings that I think are the same as those appearing to the left of the Scalpel in the show, just for bonus information.
Now I just need to find roughly where one would have to be in order to make the buildings appear in their left-to-right order of Orange (Scalpel), Green (Walkie-Talkie), Blue (Shard) and then Purple (Gherkin).
... hm.
There is no such place. Those buildings can't appear in that order, regardless of where you are in the city. We can even double check, thanks to the Walkie-Talkie, which has very obviously distinct sides.
The Walkie Talkie's Wikipedia article, in fact, features an image of the building from an angle that looks like a very near or maybe even exact match to the viewing angle in the show. The article mentions that the photo was taken from the top of City Hall. Here's a Google Street View from roughly the same angle. You can also see the Gherkin!
What isn't and can't be in between them, though, is the Shard. It's on the same side of the river as the viewer in that image. It's hidden from view, behind the buildings to the left.
What if the Blue building in the show isn't the Shard? I could be wrong. Even so, this view doesn't exist in the real world. It seems pretty impossible from the map above, but I like to make sure, even if it means triple-checking.
For the belt and braces approach, peep this Google Earth view which is more or less from the same angle as the previous street view, just much higher up.
The scalpel is right between the Gherkin and the Walkie-Talkie. There's nowhere you could stand and view that skyline such that the Scalpel appears to the left of the Walkie-Talkie, and the Gherkin to the right.
What does it mean? I think it means that the creators wanted to insert a strong, automatic shorthand for London. Why do that, when we know Crowley is pretty close to Soho already? I have some thoughts, but I'm going to make another post about that.
67 notes
·
View notes
Text
RUBY PT2 || CHOI SAN
Read part 1 here
Genre: Smut
Pairing: Rockstar!San x Fan!Fem reader
Word Count: 2.1K
Tags/warnings: sex drugs & rock n roll life, alcohol, unprotected sex, smoking (joints), dacryphilia, oral sex, fingering, namecalling (whore,slut), squirting, rough sex, Loud sex, overstimulation, breeding kink, cum eating, masturbation (kind of??), split second of a handjob, doggy style, bit of biting, bit of fingersucking cuz San loves it
Taglist: @anyamaris @a-soft-hornytiny @whatudowhennooneseesyou @wooyoungmybelovedhusband @pyeonghongrie-main @woosanbby @dreamlesswonder86 @lemonhongjoong @changbinslovelylegs @jonghostie @lovjensoo @1-800-shedevil @glintneon123
ENJOY!
You wandered the streets of Paris late at night. You had just landed in the city and taken a cab to Le Marais, where your hotel was located. You checked into your room first, but decided to go out for the night.
Tomorrow was the night of King Ruby's concert in Paris and San had asked you to be there. You couldn't help but wonder if he would remember you or would've moved on immediately. Knowing his lifestyle he might've fucked ten other people in the meantime.
You remembered the way his fingertips grazed your thigh, the way you licked across his chest, the way he pumped you full of his seeds. You couldn't remember everything as you had gotten so drunk on champagne you must've blacked out.
The past two weeks had been awful, you couldn't possibly get him out of your head. You had been so horny but you couldn't statisfy yourself the way he had. Even now you were finally in your beautiful hotel bed, ready to play with yourself again. It wasn't good enough. It wasn't San. You were kind of worried he ruined your sexlife forever.
At the night of the concert you were filled with joy, worry and a raging libido. You didn't have tickets, but you got dolled up anyway, planning on staying near the concert hall to spot your one-time-lover.
Your eyes were smokey and glittery, black dress short and revealing. Daring. You wore high leather boots with high heels on them, making you look even more desirable than ever.
You waited near the venue for a while, trying to find San after the show but no luck. You ordered a cab back to your hotel as it was too far to walk. You paid the driver and got out of the car, noticing a man standing in front of the hotel.
San.
You got closer as you watched him turn around, a huge smirk plastered on his face. He took off his beanie, revealing his bright red hair. You had seen his new coupe online, but he looked even better in real life. "Missed me, star-girl?" He asked as he got close, running his fingers through your hair, his other hand holding a joint.
"How... How did you find me?" You asked as your hands ran over his chest. "You posted a picture on your socials... You know you really should not post that stuff, someone could see it and come up to you to do really bad things to you..."
"Well, maybe you should protect me then, or... did you come to do bad things to me?" You teased. "After I've smoked this big boy, I plan on ravishing you, my pretty Ruby," San smirked, taking another puff of his joint.
"So you remembered?" You asked. "How could I forget?" San answered, hand grazing your hip slightly, feeling the fabric of your dress on his skin. "You kinda ruined my lipstick with writing on the mirror," you grinned. "I bought you new ones," San said as he grabbed a little bag from the pocket of his jacket.
He handed it over to you, making you curious to see if he got the right one. To your surprise there was the exact same one in there, but also two similar ones. "Three?" You asked, raising your eyebrow. "Well I found the one you used but I thought the others might look nice on those lovely lips of yours. But don't use it tonight, it'd get so ruined. Or maybe... Put it on so I can see how messy you get."
A blush striked your cheeks as you remembered the mess on your face in Amsterdam, two weeks ago. You were certain you'd have black tears running down your cheeks tonight and it made you wet in anticipation.
You took a little handmirror from your purse and put the darkred lipstick on. "How does it look?" You asked. San smiled, admiring your face as he gently cupped your cheek. "Like a perfect doll, my Ruby."
"This one doesn't really smudge though," you said, looking at the packaging. "It will if I'm rough enough." Your heart and pussy seemed to flutter at the same time. San finally finished his joint and threw it away. "Let's go inside then, shall we?"
~
You entered your hotelroom, still feeling the handprint of the bandmember on your ass. He couldn't get his hands off you all the time you were trying to get to your room. San pushed you down on the bed, landing on top of you himself.
San's hand slid under your dress, pushing your panties to the side and slipping his fingertips through your wet folds. His lips attacked your neck as he toyed with your clit, making you arch your back.
"O-oppa~" you moaned out, sounds muffled by San's tongue entering your mouth. The kiss was wet, messy and sloppy, lipstick smearing everywhere. He grunted as he looked at you. "My pretty little doll, for me to ruin."
San slipped off your panties as you lifted your dress over your head, dropping it to the floor. His mouth grazed over your breasts, tongue circling your nipples. "Fuck, San, I've missed your mouth so much," you whined softly.
"Yeah, babydoll? Missed me?" "Yeah... Nothing and no one makes me feel as good as you." San smirked as his fingers slid through your folds again, spreading your wetness. "Please," you begged him.
''Okay, sweetie, it's okay, I'll make you cum so many times you'll forget your name,'' he grunted as his clothed crotch rutted against your thigh, trying to get some friction. San pushed two of his thick fingers into your throbbing cunt. You cried out his name when he pumped them inside you, curling them slightly to find your g-spot.
''My precious Ruby, you're so gorgeous like this, my little whore,'' he smirked, fucking his fingers into your sopping cunt, ''So ready, everytime.'' ''So fucking ready for you, always, for you,'' you whined as he repeatedly hit your g-spot.
''Fuck, yes!'' You moaned out, body squirming beneath him. ''Feeling good, babygirl? You love my fingers in your cunt, don't you?'' "Oh god I love your fingers so much, San!"
Your moans grew louder gradually until you could barely breathe, the stimulation of San's fingers becoming too much, causing an mind-shattering orgasm. Your loud pants must've been heard throughout the entire hotel as you squirted on his hand. San only worked harder, overstimulating your precious, sensitive cunt.
"Please, San, i-it's too much, Please!" You begged and begged as you felt sweat collect on your forehead and the valley between your breasts, where you felt his hot tongue on your skin.
San didn't listen for a single second as he continued to pump his thick fingers into your cunt, his thumb still playing with your clit, making your body shake.
It didn't take long before you felt the familiar tightness in your abdomen again and yet again you came hard, juices flowing out of you. "Good gracious baby you're so fucking slutty for me, look at that, coming all over my fucking hand? My slut...," he grunted as he finally rode out your orgasms.
Tears formed in your eyes as your hips moved against his hand. "Oh? I thought you were begging me to stop, princess," he smirked, rubbing your clit between his index-finger and thumb.
"I-I- Yes, please," you whined. "Hmm, your body is moving on it's own baby, it's definitely disagreeing with your words." "C-cock, g-give me...your cock," you breathed out as he licked your nipples.
Three of his fingers found their way back into your cunt, the squelching noise making his length hard as a rock. "S-San, San, San!"
Tears flowed from your eyes as his fingers pumped inside you. Your back arched and your legs trembled as he pleasured your sensitive pussy. "San, please, it's too much!" You cried. Your arousal gushed out of you as you squirted again, your orgasm making you moan louder than ever.
He really stopped this time, wiping your tears away from your face. "Such a messy baby," he cooed. "Open up," The rockstar said as he undressed and positioned himself above you. Your mouth opened and San slid his big cock in.
San fucked your throat and enjoyed all the gagging sounds coming from your throat. His balls were in your face but it couldn't even bother you, because it was San. It was San. He used you like a fucktoy and you didn't want it any other way.
You had trouble breathing through your nose but you didn't want it to end, loving the way San was moaning and grunting because of you.
"Yes, baby, my beautiful fucking Ruby," he grunted as he pulled his cock out, hovering his balls over your mouth now. You sucked and licked at them as San jerked his cock off.
Soon enough San's dick was pulsating, twitching as he came loudly, squirting his sperm all over your tits and stomach. He panted out and got off you, admiring your cum-stained body.
San was dragging his tongue all over your torso, licking every drop of sweat and cum off your body. He kissed you passionately and you tasted the salty mixture on his tongue. You moaned into his mouth as he groped your breasts, fingers playing with your sensitive nipples.
You broke off the kiss and panted, "Please fuck me now, I cannot wait any longer." Your hand reached for his cock, pumping it slowly so he'd be fully hard again for you.
"Yeah baby, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, so full," he groaned. He flipped you over and you propped yourself up on your knees and elbows, ass up in the air. San smirked as he watched you prepare yourself for him. He reached in the pocket of his jeans, pulling out another joint and a lighter.
He positioned himself behind you as he lighted up his joint. The male pushed his dick into your awaiting hole, filling it all the way, balls deep. You let out a long moan as you felt your body heaten up.
The strokes of San's hips were long and slow, making you yearn for it more and more. "Please, harder, harder," you whined. San smirked as he smoked his joint, the smoke clouding his brain. His hips moved faster and harder, pounding his cock into you.
You whined as he repeatedly hit your g-spot. The way his cock twitched inside you every now and then made your eyes roll back. You feel your elbows get weaker as San's thrusts get more aggressive. His body leans over yours and the smoke of the joint intrudes your nostrils. You take the joint from between his fingers and take a few puffs yourself.
San smirked as he bit the sensitive skin in your neck as he held you in his embrace. You moaned loudly as you felt him pound you in a way you never felt before.
"Yes! God, yes," you moaned as you passed the joint back to the male. He finished smoking it as he kept pounding you. You felt yourself getting closer and closer to another orgasm, your breath picking up. "Yes! Gonna cum!" You cried out as his hands groped your ass. "Good girl, cum on my cock, fucking clench on it, beautiful Ruby," he moaned.
You moaned loudly and came hard, you swore you nearly saw stars - How ironic. San kept pistoning his cock in and out of you at an inhumane speed, chasing his own orgasm. You were crying out his name over and over, feeling so sensitive after your orgasm.
"Gonna fill you up baby, you're gonna take it, right? My precious Ruby's gonna take my fucking cum, fucking all of it," he moaned, speech somewhat slurred. "Yes! Pump me full San, breed me, put it all in me!"
"That's right baby, take it, yeah, fucking take it," he grunted as his thrusts got sloppier, which told you he was about to cum. You felt two of his fingers in your mouth and you sucked on them as he came hard, deep inside you, letting out an animalistic groan.
He pulled out of you, admiring your cunt stuffed with his cum. He laid next to you and panted. The two of you looked at each other but didn't have to say a thing. Right when you wanted to say something you noticed him drift off to sleep. You grinned and grabbed your polaroid camera, taking a few pictures for him to take on tour, so he could admire the mess you were when he was away.
Just in case you wouldn't see him again.
163 notes
·
View notes
Text
Losing Me — Huh Yunjin
Pairing: huh yunjin X actress! Reader
Summary: you were willing to throw everything out just for her, but will she do the same?
Genre: angst.
Warnings: falling out of love, heartbreak, rejection, relationship problems, things like that, the other members not making an appearance
A/N: first time writing. hope this isn't too bad for my first work 🙏 also keep in mind english isn't my first language so forgive me for bad grammar.
You and Yunjin have been together for years. Six to be exact.
Despite being together for a long time, you can still recall the day you confessed to her, the very first date you had, the very first kiss, and also the very first time you two said those three words to each each other. I love you. However, you can also recall the day where your relationship with took an unfortunate turn.
It was a beautiful summer night where it was just the two of you. No fans. No members. No cameras. Just the two of you, and a small box in your pocket that contained a beautiful emerald ring.
You mustered up all your courage and confessed your love and devotion to her.
And finally, you kneeled your knee to the ground and slipped off those words off your tongue,
"Will you marry me?"
And her answer has been stuck with you ever since.
"I can't. I'm sorry."
Ever since then, everything seems to be falling apart.
"You don't understand, Y/N. You never will." Yunjin states, gritting her teeth while she attempts to walk away from you. "I can't risk it right now. I can't risk my job. I can't risk the members as well, you know this is a bad idea not only for me but for them as well."
"Oh please, don't even pull that card on me!" You argue back to her, a frown tugging your lips. You sigh and grab Yunjin's hand so she won't walk away.
She narrows her eyes at you with a skeptic look, "What are you doing?"
"Just listen," You sigh out. "I know you don't understand but can you at least try to? You aren't the only one who's risking their career."
This was the thing that confused you the most. Yes, Yunjin is a member of one of the world's most popular kpop group and the news of her being in a relationship let alone getting married would be a disaster, but she wasn't the only who's career is going down.
You, a popular and well-known actress both in Korea and globally. You've starred in many popular kdramas and films so it confused you to why Yunjin said she can't risk her career.
You are willing to sacrifice everything just for her, so why can't she do the same?
And then it clicked.
"Don't you..." You frown and loosen your grip on her. "Don't you want to settle down with me?"
Her silence fills the room. Yunjin licks her lip and opens her mouth, but no words came out.
"Jen?" You call out her name, your heart beginning to break itself piece-to-piece as her silence was getting longer.
The tension was then cut off by the ring of her phone.
She forcefully lets go of my hand and turns her back, opening her phone.
"I have to go. My manager said they need me."
"Jen, you can't be serious-"
"I'm sorry."
You watch her walk away while you stood there with shattered heart.
Five years ago
"This place is gigantic! I really like the light!"
You let an amused chuckle escape from your lips as your girlfriend admired your new apartment, checking every room there as you stood there, furrowing your brows in confusion.
"Out of all the things here, the light is the thing you find the most fascinating?"
"Good lighting means good pictures." She shrugged off as you laughed at her witty comment. A proud look appears on her face as she stared at you, lovingly, "I'm so proud at how far you've come, Y/N! Just a year ago, I used invite you to our dorm to eat with my members because I was worried you didn't have the money to have a meal and now here you are! An apartment in gangnam. Must be nice to have this place all to your self."
You blushed at her words and couldn't help but get flustered. You smiled at her and held her hand to give it a squeeze.
She looked at you confused, "Hm? What's wrong?"
"The reason why I actually picked this place is because..." You paused for a second before continuing, "I've been thinking about it and I really want you to move in with me. We've been together for a year now and-"
You noticed the shock look on the american's face.
"But it's completely fine if you don't want to as well-"
She cuts you off as she jumped towards you, to give a big hug and crashed her lips onto yours. You widened your eyes in shock but smiled regardless because of this action.
You two pull away with a giddy smile placed on both your faces.
"Of course I'd move in with you, dummy. I love you too much to reject your offer."
"I love you too. So much. You have no idea how happy you make me." You spread your arms, giving her a sign to hug you again to which she nods her head and agreed.
After you two pulled away from the hug, Jennifer took your phone as you looked at her in confusion.
"Let's take a picture!"
You two posed for the camera and you tilted your head in shock after looking at the selfie.
"You were right, the light is nice..."
She laughed at your comment and gave you playful punch on the shoulder, "See?"
Now
Where'd all the time go?
You stared at the picture where Yunjin took a picture of you and her together after moving in together. You recalled how you two loved this home because of the light.
Now you were the only one inside, sitting in the dark.
You let out a sigh escape from your lips and shut off your phone, completely leaving you in the dark with no source of light.
Yunjin's silence is stuck inside your mind. The fact she didn't even answer when you asked if she wanted to even marry you left a hole inside your heart and you have no idea if there was anything she could do to fix it.
You huged your knees and kept your head down, thinking.
I wouldn't marry me either.
Was it time? Were you willing to throw out everything despite being together for many years, or keep it?
Was it better to just let it go than to foolishly hold onto something that's slipping away from you?
You groaned in frustration, you were getting tired of the constant overthinking and the voices inside your head, telling you she no longer wanted you. Shaking your head at the thought, you drag your legs towards the living room to turn on the TV, hoping that something-anything will keep your mind off Yunjin.
The news channel pops up. A frown tugs your lips and your eyes widen at the headline you were seeing.
ENHYPEN JAY AND LE SSERAFIM YUNJIN SPOTTED ON A DATE TOGETHER IN HAN RIVER.
Your phone lights and like magic, Yunjin's name appears on the notification bar.
'Don't turn on the TV or open your phone until I get home'
That was the final blow.
The first thing Yunjin saw once she got home was your ice glare. She sighs at your look and walks over to you.
"Let me explain-"
"Save it." You grit your teeth and stood up from the couch. "I've been waiting for you all day while you've been out with your little boy toy having fun together-*
"Jay and I are just friends!" She states and looks at you softly, she gets closer to her and takes your hand to caress it. "Jay and I were just hanging out together and people took those pictures of us, thinking the wrong thing. Please, baby, I would never. I love you."
"How can you say that while you can't even tell you've been killing me all this time?"
You've tried to fight it. You really did. Ever since her rejection to your proposal to the news of her 'dating' scandal, you've been fighting your feelings and urge to cry and break down. However it was only a matter of time that you can hide your pain and melancholy.
A sob escapes from your lips as tears was now running down your cheeks.
Yunjin immediately rushes to hug you to calm you down, "Shh, baby... please don't cry. I'm sorry. I really am. I mean it. I love you."
She massages your back, while hugging you all this time while you wipe down your tears
After a few minutes, you begin to calm down and your cries weren't as bad as they used to be.
You took a deep breath before looking at Yunjin with a defeated look placed on your face. She frowns at your action. This isn't good. She thought.
"I think we should end this. Our relationship. It would be for the best."
"... W-what?" She stutters in disbelief. She looks at you as if you were saying the most unbelievable thing ever.
"You're losing me, Jen." A frown tugs your lips down. "And I'm losing you too. Whatever we're both doing to each other, isn't healthy at all."
"No. No, no, no. Baby, stop it. We're fine! Let's go order some food and watch a movie-"
"Jennifer!" She flinches at you yelling at her full name. "I mean it. We should end this."
She grits her teeth and shakes her head, "You're throwing everything we built during our time together all for a stupid and fake news? That's unbelievable-"
"It's not just that." You emphasize on the word just. You sigh and look down, avoiding her gaze. "Everything we built is falling apart, Jen. There's no use to keeping it."
"Yes, there is!" She denies your claims, and grabs by the shoulder, forcing you to look at her. "Y/N, why are you doing this? Why now? Don't you know how much I love you?"
"Oh really?" You scoff and let her grip on your shoulders go. "Then why won't you marry me then?"
She frowns and closes her eyes, sighing. "YN- we've been over this-"
"Why did you stay silent when I asked you if you even wanted to marry me earlier?"
She kept her mouth shut. Refusing to say anything.
"Say something!" You demand but she stayed silent. "Do something! Your career won't be the only thing affected if we both get married, you know that right? But I'm willing to risk it. Risk everything I've built and worked hard for, just for you and I can get married."
She still stays silent during the whole situation.
"Can you do the same, Jennifer?"
Say yes, please. You pleaded her with your eyes.
You waited. You waited, waited, and waited. Waiting for her to do or say something. Anything. Anything that there is she wanted to do was better than just the silence she's been giving you all this time, but still, there was only silence in the entire room.
And her silence only meant one thing.
"Goodbye, Jennifer. I truly do wish nothing but the best for your career."
#kpop#yunjin#le sserafim#huh yunjin#huh yunjin x reader#angst#chaewon#sakura#eunchae#kazuha#taylor swift#songfic#lesserafim angst#gxg#wlw#kpop x reader#lesserafim x reader
254 notes
·
View notes
Text
High Existence and ZeroSpace: The First Shadow and NINA May Be Massive, Immersive Drug Trips
The blurb in last Friday's video from TFS sounded familiar, but I couldn't place it. I found a lot of sites quoting The Alchemist about the universe conspiring to give you what you truly want (which is similar and it's probably what I was thinking of when this blurb registered as familiar), but I couldn't find this exact quote:
Well...not at first, anyway. I decided to stick every word I could make out here ^ into my search bar...and I found where the blurb comes from:
This blog post is quite literally the only source I could find for it, and the whole damn thing is directly lifted.
Right off the bat, the site fucking jump-scared me:
And it doesn't end there. Let's dive in, because this rabbit hole is a trip unto itself...no MDMA required.
1. The Fucking Website...#1 (HighExistence.com)
High Existence is a sort of drug-induced-spiritual-trip centered self-help site.
It's got blog posts and podcasts and all that jazz. Here are some of the highlights:
Wow! That was...a lot. A lot of words from the word show, too:
Wholeness, heroes, ancient aliens, prisons of politeness, and the fucking Shire, too, I guess. Why not?
(An Aside: I've included the VR in here too because of the sheer similarities between Henry's experience with the Shadow in VR, El's experience in NINA, and The First Shadow in general.)
Like fuck it, why not keep going, these posts date back to at least 2017:
And don't let me start in on that Creel boy and Faust...
[Jason voice] "[Eddie] made a deal with the devil and now he has his powers!" (Also we get it, one of them is neurotic and the other is psychotic. I've been saying this since like...forever)
Of course, all that insanity aside, the Russian base arc has just...an insane amount of ST4 and TFS stuff packed into it in general:
(And this isn't even all of it. I know others [cough] Stav Heroesbyler [cough] have covered it even more...but bro it is THERE)
But most importantly for the NINA arc:
Three things: Dialogue doubling (there's the one I showed, plus a) Robin yelling "Wipeout!" at Steve which has the pipeline -> "Wipeout!" at Rink-O-Mania -> 002-005 bullying El in a very similar manner and b) Steve's "that's amazing" line about the water fountain -> "This is amazing!" not only from Alice irt the Creel house but also from Mike irt Will's painting on their way to save El from NINA. Again, these are just a few of MANY instances), makeup doubling with the bloodshot eyes, and my beloved: set/prop doubling.
I love that beautiful framing on the nearly-identical square clocks. I have so much to say about that clock, but specifically:
The clocks being set 9 minutes apart, which happens to be the exact length of time from the end of Vecna's voiceover in 4.07 to the start of the fight sequence in 4.07 (aka the length of One's frozen-clock monologue).
Not only that, but the clock isn't even right. It says it's 3:55, but it's definitely not 3:55 AM (see: movie theater scene) but it's also not 3:55 PM:
(And why do we have a clock in an elevator anyway? That's the real question. That thang only exists to deliver subtext, baby! It exists to connect the two scenes further!)
Anyway, as you all likely noticed, this site mostly deals in psychedelics, stimulants, and empathogens.
link
Hell, you could even pull One's bit on the ecosystem into it, since he's describing connections between beings that are being disturbed/destroyed by humanity.
Anyway, the site tends to center specifically on DMT and MDMA...so let's talk about those:
MDMA & DMT
An aside: Interesting to me that psychosis here can be counteracted with sedatives. Makes me wonder if whatever happened in 1979 could have been halted if they'd just tranq'd One. Hm.
First off: Did I read that right? Piggy-backing? Damn, son. 4.09, The Piggyback, is pictured in that paragraph. So is Brenner's candy bit with the children -> "candy flipping" vs LSD use in Brenner's lab.
Second: Ah, how nice. Intravenous/injectable. Just like how El is constantly being shot up with...something...to enter NINA.
Now, nearly all psychedelics can induce psychosis, but especially so if they're combined with other psychoactive substances and/or if the user has a history of psychosis (either themselves or in their family).
However, MDMA specifically has been posited as a treatment for PTSD and retrograde/traumagenic amnesia:
link
Like...wow. Okay, I guess!
tl;dr: One seems to have been tripping fucking balls during the monologue. Literally every fucking version of him. El likely is as well. Funny how that works. Was any of that real? [smash cut to the way blood pours down the walls and the dead children dance around in the VR version of NINA] And either way, Henry in TFS isn't far behind with his hallucinogenic moments.
The connection? Whatever the hell is going on in Hawkins Labs...and symptoms of drug use.
I was not expecting to get this much out of a single rabbit hole. But...that's life with this show, isn't it? And this is only Part 1.
2. The Fucking Website...#2 (Futurism.com)
The guy who made that original post that TFS lifted the blurb from (Jordan Lejuwaan) runs a couple different websites. The most interesting one is Futurism, which is basically an online version of the Weekly Watcher:
It won't let me filter by date, but it seems to have been founded in 2017, stemming from an infographic subreddit. (Now, it says it's a trustworthy news source, and maybe it is, but... Do your own assessment of that. I'm not your mother, yknow?)
Jordan Lejuwaan was also involved in something far more interesting irt Stranger Things...
3. Zero Space
Jordan co-founded an immersive, interactive theater experience called ZeroSpace back in 2018. As we all know, TFS was just in the beginning phase of its creation around this time.
So...This was like a brick to the skull:
"Alice in Wonderland" (don't get me started: rabbit fuckery, DRUGS!!!!!, clocks/being later, Alice Creel, Fringe connections (Through The Looking Glass and What Walter Found There being the episode about the pocket universe where 20 years passed in 5 days...and also wherein we find out about him hiding away an Observer child that he will later time travel with to save the world from the Observer takeover...erasing himself from time/the timeline by doing so...there is SO much) not to mention the "one pill makes you larger/smaller" vs teen El and baby El...it's too much to try and fit in this post), "ALIENS AND LASERS", "stretch the perceived reality of the sense", "art, actors and your own mind converge to prompt MORE QUESTIONS THAN ANSWERS" (which was a common complaint about TFS: it leaves people with more questions than answers).
("See you on the other side" being an in-show line from Henry in the lab to Patty in the void, but this image is ripped directly from the same promo video that the High Existence blurb appears in.)
Here's a little taste of what ZeroSpace is like, but I suggest going to the actual page to see it in action:
It's heavily heavily reminiscent of TFS, even just in the content warnings...
Not to mention the actual show content SFX:
However, the goal of TFS isn't to stretch our senses. We're just watching. We are not the volunteer seeing the other side.
For most of the show, that person is Henry (except the first 5 mins, when it's Cptn. Brenner and his crew literally experiencing the other side). Henry is doing the experiencing. He's the one breaking the fourth wall by picking at/breaking the sets, the one running through the audience and leaving out the theater doors (only to end up right back on stage just like El in the Rainbow Room in 4.05).
With each bit of info I find out adjacent to the play, the more convinced I am that this is some secret third boy's experience in a NINA-like simulation.
Overall—
a) TFS most likely isn't wholly real, and it seems very likely that it's the same kind of simulation as NINA.
b) El was probably drugged up with some kind of empathogenic psychedelic going into NINA, likely with the goal of setting her up to form emotional connections quickly and deeply only to rip that deep connection away in order to bolster her abilities.
c) NINA is not, then, wholly based in truth. Parts of NINA (staring at the bullying from 002-005) may have been generated from El's memories of the outside world.
d) With NINA and TFS seeming so similar, I wouldn't be shocked if parts of it are just one massive empathogen trip (staring at how quickly Henry and Patty bond, similarly to how quickly Henry and El bond in NINA).
e) Whoever is in NINA with teen El is also tripping balls, most likely, and may have gone off the rails in that regard. However, that's in a simulation...hard to assign guilt or blame for things done in a fictional/unreal world.
f) Whoever was with baby El in 1979 may have been in a similar situation "moving chess pieces"-style instead. Read: drugged in order to put him in a situation where he would bolster El's latent abilities...and it went wrong (see also: Walter Bishop's orchestrated/fake massacre meant to bolster Olivia's latent abilities.)
g) Richard Brenner having been the head of narcotics makes me question which Brenner we're seeing at any given time: Martin, or Richard?
#st nina project#st: tfs#henry creel#el hopper#non-consensual drug use#medical malpractice#ZeroSpace#High Existence
45 notes
·
View notes
Text
yan streamer being delusional
a/n - bro i need someone to pick me up, tell me why i had three back to back assignments and it's the end of the semester. STOP PUTTING ALL THE ASSIGNMENTS AT THE END OF THE SEMESTER!!! also I'm getting there with the requests! swear to god I'll put more stuff out soon, i want to leave these stupid lab reports behind and get back to fucking submissive men.
warnings; gn reader pronouns, yandere behaviour, yandere streamer, yandere male, sub yandere, kinda a joke but not really, not edited at all
word count; 1544
If fifteen year old you were to look into the future you probably wouldn't have liked what you saw. As a freshly graduated student with a bachelor's degree the whole world expected you to be some professional business partner but here you were... modding for a popular twitch streamer.
In all honesty it wasn't that bad, and the environment around job hiring was insane at the moment anyway. You wouldn't have been able to find a job even if you tried. The streamer paid well enough, especially considering all you had to do was flag underhanded and inappropriate comments. It was lucrative... for someone who didn't have a home loan to pay off.
A sigh left your mouth as you watched the chat scroll by. You had been watching this guy before you even got a job underneath him, sometimes background noise was good while you were studying. His content had taken a turn from those quiet streams where he talked about daily life to what he was doing now though. Now he was much more popular and he played only the newest games.
Did you wish sometimes he would go back and check up on his old game profiles? Yes. Did you care enough to suggest that to him? No. Life moves on.
Your eyes trained on a particular comment, distasteful as usual, and you got rid of it. Flagging and banning the commenter so your streamer could look into it later.
"Thank you Sugar." Your lips pursed. The job pated well, the content was interesting and you didn't have to leave your home. The chat filled up with heart emojis and kissy face emojis. Some of them were even customised to look like your discord profile picture (designed by the other person who had seen it; the streamer himself).
There was just one downside, both the streamer and his chat were weirdly into you. Or you as a mod you guessed. Still, you didn't mind it, at least not usually. Human interaction was good, even if it was through a screen.
The rest of his stream went well, thanks to the effort of you and the other mods. As soon as the screen had closed you pushed your chair make and groaned as your stretched your muscles out. It was pretty late and you were kinda hungry. There was a little restaurant that stayed open later than usual on the ground floor of the apartment building you lived in but the quality was questionable.
After deciding that your stomach was going to eat itself you threw on a jacket and grabbed your wallet before leaving the apartment. It would be nice to get some furniture soon. University debt couldn't last forever right?
As soon as you left your apartment the sound of someone coming down the stairs made you turn your head. The exact second you looked at them though your head snapped back to your door. Eyes wide, mouth open... that was the streamer! Your mind ticked, did he live here! In this shoddy building with the rates too high for what it was? But he was... relatively well off. His room was decked out in those fancy led lights and he had a really comfy-looking chair. His PC set up was apparently wild from the small glimpses you had gotten and yet he lived here. In the same building as you did.
It was in that moment that something clicked in your mind, people had lives outside of the internet. A resolute nod made you finally leave your doorway and join him on the trek downstairs. Half the time on the way down you wondered in he thought you were trailing him, the other half was spent wondering if he was hungry too.
There was no way he knew it was you though. You were faceless online and even though you knew him there was no way anyone would peel that information from you.
"Hey, I like your sweater." Your face went white as you saw him stop at the bottom of the stairs, a boyish smile on his face. Your sweater... his merch. Your lips pressed into a thin line, the world was playing with you today. You cracked your knuckles, this could go two ways.
"Yeah, haha... nice stream tonight boss man." His eyes widened. Tonight was just supposed to be you getting off from work and then grabbing some food. You had an interview tomorrow and yet here you were revealing yourself to your employer.
"You're one of my mods! It's nice to meet you in person, I can't believe I live in the same building as one. You getting food as well?" You guessed it wasn't all bad. Talking with him like this reminded you of his old streams, when he had only a couple hundred viewers.
"Yeah, crazy right." You commented as the two of you made your way to the restaurant. Since it was so late at night there wasn't a line to get take away so you made it through in record time. In the restaurant and even on the way up you chatted with the streamer until he basically dropped you at your door.
Before you went inside he asked you one more question, which one of his mods were you. After you have him the answer and watched him walk away you went inside and began to eat. Today wasn't as bad as you thought after all.
His door slid shut with an audible click as he gently rested his food on the counter. What were the chances that he'd meet his favourite person of all time tonight? His beloved mod, Sugar. A short wheeze left his mouth as his smile spread into a wide grin.
He didn't know what it was about you but just getting to know you before he hired you made him feel giddy. You two were a match made in heaven. You had wit, jokes and a kind side as well. Basically you were everything he had ever wanted and more.
And you lived in the same building as he did.
Now he had an excuse to talk to you outside of the work you did for him, he'd be able to get to know you better. Maybe he'd even manage to make you fall in love with him just as he had for you. Just thinking about it made his heart flutter and his blood run hot. His cheeks grew warm as he forgot all about his late night dinner. Instead, he wobbled over to his couch and fell onto it.
Your profile picture had been of a stereotypical soft edit, a practical joke from your friends that you hadn't bothered to change. He was ashamed to admit that he had jerked off to the picture before, sometimes he even took your chats out of context and used them to fuel his fantasies.
But, you looked nothing like how he thought you would. He was expecting some sort of catfish who went onto discord to try and get middle-aged men to give them money (he hadn't minded that fantasy either, there was something so hot about not being able to freely do anything without your partner's permission.) but you were completely different.
You were a burnt-out graduate just like he was.
Soon he found his hand resting on the outside of his underwear, pretending it was your hand. Would you be soft and embody your online persona or would you be so pent up that you used him to your content? His hand tightened in response to his thoughts, sending a wave of pleasure right to his stomach.
A short groan left him as he closed his eyes and stroked. He pulled his clothes down and circled his tip, trying to keep his hips still as he envisioned you sitting before him.
He finally had a face to the name and now his imagination was running wild. Was your skin unblemished? Did you have tattoos, what was the colour of your underwear. His heart beat faster as he realised he'd finally be able to find all these things about you out. You lived on the floor below him, he could sneak in anytime he wanted!
Maybe he'd take some of your clothes, dress himself up in them and pretend that you were making him parade around as some sort of doll. Did you own any toys? He'd take those two and revel at the closeness. You had used them on yourself...
He swallowed, it was getting harder to breathe. His hand worked furiously on his cock, the sensation more punishing than pleasurable. Surely that was what you would do if you found out about all the dirty things he had thought of you doing to him.
As soon as he had started he found himself cumming. His mouth dropped open in a silent scream as the pleasure rocked through his whole body while he came down from his high. As soon as he was able to calm himself down he shut his eyes and grinned.
This was going to be fun.
315 notes
·
View notes
Note
i need more facts about Alien because the more i learn about them the more motrified yet intrigued i become
Alien's spit is in fact acidic, but only when they've ingested/rubbed baking soda into their gums first. Without that added factor it is completely normal and safe. They have memorized the exact typing of your door knob for the countless times they've melted it to get in. In the heat of the moment they may spit at a rival, but they will book it once their face starts to boil because the human sludge grosses them out.
Alien's parents are former government agents. They couldn't have children of their own, so when the child was found they opted to take them in and pulled some strings to make it look like the normal adoption of a weird kid. The reason they insist on calling them Allen is because they're worried it might raise suspicion - despite feeding their alien obsession because they spoil their only child. If Allen became aggressive due to their protectiveness over you they would try to cut you out of the picture.
Though they don't know it because they've never interacted with another of their kind, kissing near their eyes is a more intimate gesture than lips. They still get alarmingly flustered without this knowledge and will either scream or flee because of the overwhelming feelings the first couple of times
Alien is actually in college and also works at a movie theater. Because it's family owned and closed on certain days of the week they're allowed to mess around as they please so long as they clean and lock up. If you mention never seeing an Alien or Predator film you're not allowed to leave their sight until you see at least one. Say you've never seen Invader Zim and that's your whole life until you finish the entire series.
Rubbing alcohol gets them more wasted than drinking alcohol.
When they start breaking in to steal your belongs Alien leaves those glowy star stickers in places you'll never find them to mark their territory - after finding out humans don't claim their land like dogs. Under your mattress, the very top of your fridge, ceiling fan if you have one. They serve a double mentioning as Alien was an extremely anxious child and couldn't fall asleep in a room without these stickers in them... Due to this fact you may find them sleeping in one of the areas they hid one in. If it's big enough for two they'll drag you in for a nap and fall right back asleep no matter how much you scream (with all the alien films they've watched, screaming actually helps them sleep)
#yandere imagines#yandere x you#yandere x reader#yandere scenarios#yandere insert#male yandere#yandere blurb#yandere headcanons#yandere#yandere oc#yandere alien
206 notes
·
View notes
Text
― synopsis -> first kiss
― characters -> leviathan
― gender neutral reader
― scenario
― warnings -> soft yandere leviathan, some themes of jealousy
― a/n -> for @nanamisflowerfield collab!
Leviathan had been dreaming feverishly of the day when he would taste your lips. He envied everything that those soft petals touched. Whenever he was at the dining table ready to eat these days, his eyes lingered there; his heart fluttered on seeing them curve into a smile or to find a stray crumb of food there. How he wished he could be as lucky as that crumb! Hunger deserted him as he sulkily excused himself. It was becoming difficult to stay in your presence without wanting to knock the breath off your lungs like a romcom protagonist.
But the truth remained that he was Levi, an ultra gross otaku who thrived in clicking unsolicited pictures of you to worship than ask for a couple picture. Your boyfriend Levi who kissed your picture a million times a day but couldn't ask if you were ready to kiss for the life of him!
The thought made him just as excited as it made him anxious.
What did a yucky otaku like him know about kissing? Nothing!
You, on the other hand, might have experience, might even expect him to be a good kisser. He wanted you to enjoy what he could give you or he wouldn't be able to live on. He wanted the kiss to be beautiful and powerful, to be imprinted in your mind forever.
Jealousy poisoned his heart when he pictured you kissing someone else. Your alluring form leaning into another human. He wondered what kissing felt, what kissing you felt like.
No no! Normies should not intrude his mind or he might unleash his envy during his first kiss and ruin the experience for the both of you! He must channel his energy into picturing you with him and only him, your arms intertwined together, exploring the other's body, your hands possibly on his shoulders or running through his hair as you let him caress your sweet lips.
He wondered what you preferred. Slow, gentle pecks that demonstrated his shyness well or passionate, long kisses that took the breath out of your lungs and the soul out of his body.
Taking out a small doll of you that he had made by hand, he talked to it longingly, "Oh, [Name], aren't I your boyfriend? Why are you not with me right now?"
Then an idea struck him. Maybe he could practice! Clearing his throat, he took a few moments to compose himself before beginning, "S-S-So, [Name]. We have been d-d-dating for a while now, huh. Do-Don't you think it's time we move up to the n-n-next level?! G-G-Give your Leviachan a kiss~"
"Leviathan!" Your voice called out to him from outside, making him jump and hide the doll in haste.
"[Name]?! C-Come in."
He was so happy that you were there. With a smile meant for him, you made your appearance inside. An angel was blessing his room.
"Levi! I have something for you."
He blinked as he clutched his T shirt tightly, "O-Oh?"
All kinds of terrible thoughts passed through his head. What could it be?! Did you find his secret stack of your photos that he hid from you? Or did you find out that he...
He didn't have to think for long.
"Tada!" You scooped out mistletoe and put it on his head.
He blinked, not realising what just happened.
You grinned and wrapped your arms around his neck.
A blush rose in his cheeks, but he didn't move back. He was familiar to your touch now. "W-What are you trying to do?"
"Levi, do you remember you were muttering under your breath a few days back...?"
Mistletoe and his sad muttering? He nodded, afraid where this was going.
"I heard what you said~"
Oh no! He wanted to run away and die.
"You wanted to..."
NO IT COULDN'T BE. YOU DIDN'T HEAR IT!
"...kiss, right?"
You finally completed.
He gulped. Realising that he couldn't run away, he tried to confirm. This was his chance! "I m-m-might have."
"Do I take that as a yes?" Your heart skipped a beat as you asked. Preparing for that exact moment had taken you some days too.
Closing his eyes, he nodded for he didn't trust himself to talk.
You smiled, satisfied, and leaned closer to him, as he had seen in anime. A soft whisper escaped your lips just as they were about to meet his. "I love you, Levi."
He fidgeted in surprise, making his nose brush against yours.
"Aww haha, Levi, you are so cute."
"I... I," Levi spoke, feeling ridiculously shy. "I lo-lo-love you!!!!"
Your eyes met for a moment before he leaned closer and kissed you. His kiss was gentle, a little unsure. He stayed there for a while, longer than you would have expected. You feared that he had passed out in that position, but he pulled back just when you were about to check on him.
"That was..." He spoke, hiding his reddened face behind his hand. "EPIC!!!!! UWAAAAHHHH!!!"
You pulled him for a hug and he clutched onto you like a drowning demon.
#obey me#yandere#gender neutral reader#gender neutral mc#obey me yandere#forbidden path#male yandere#yandere scenarios#yandere headcanons#yandere leviathan#obey me leviathan#x mc#x reader#x you
288 notes
·
View notes
Text
Erase Me - Carlos Sainz
<word count - 1116>
Everything was Carlos.
Whether it be a random team member who held a door open for you, or a guy who cast you a glance for two seconds from across the room. Everything was Carlos.
Every tiny little detail reminded you of him, and in some ways you liked it. It kept those snippets of inebriating memories at the forefront of your brain, even if they slowly turned foggier and foggier as the days ticked by.
It was yet another day of waking up beside a guy who had disappointed you. Well, it was very unfair on them. Your expectations were so specific, so pin pointedly perfect, that they'd never be able to fulfill them unless they were a certain Spaniard.
None of them sent the electricity pulsing through your veins like he did, none of them traced their fingers over your skin like he did, none of them whispered the same sweet nothings into your ear like he did.
The words may have been the same, but they didn't flip that switch in your brain that melted you into a puddle of love beneath them. Everything you thought they had done well, Carlos had always done it better at some point in time.
You silently left, not leaving your name or number as you walked through the hotel lobby. For a moment, you thought you had smelt him, his cologne wafting in the air. Your head whipped around, eyes scanning over the space in search of any familiar features, all compiled together in the perfect work of art that formed Carlos Sainz.
Your hunt was rendered fruitless, when you found sense and realised there was no way he could be there. You figured the scent was simply clinging to your nostrils, with no intention of it letting you go, letting you find peace.
Carlos was in Monaco, probably with his arm around someone else. The mere thought of that made you feel sick to your stomach, as you stomped through the lobby and straight out of the doors. Your mind cast you back to last night, to the guy you were with.
His name was... Aaron? Adam? It didn't matter now anyway, you were never going to see him again. Despite this, you felt guilty. Anytime he did anything to you, you closed your eyes and tried to imagine it was Carlos.
No matter how hard you fought with yourself, the feeling didn't match the picture that you were painting in your mind. His lips weren't the same, his hands weren't the same, he wasn't the same. But you couldn't expect them to be.
Your mind felt numb as you walked home, trying to clarify the memories that clouded your memory like a haze every single goddamn day of your life. You wished you could remember every little detail, down to the exact position of every follicle of hair on his head, but you couldn't. No matter how hard you tried.
Checking the time on your barely charged phone, you saw that Carlos would be in FP2 right now. As embarrassing as it was to admit, what you were about to do was one of the only things that kept you going in life.
His number was coincidentally, or not so, sat at the top of you caller redials, and you didn't hesitate in pressing it, and holding your phone to your ear as you walked. You counted every single ring that rattled in your ear, until they fell quiet for a moment.
"Hola, sorry I didn't answer your call. I'm either racing, golfing, or doing something else that appears to be more important than taking calls. I'll call you back as soon as I can, bye," you heard his velvet smooth voice say.
The tone beeped, and and words just started tumbling off your lips. "Hi, Carlos, I- Uhm, just wanted to say good luck for this weekend, but you'll smash it. I-" you carried on, cutting yourself off before you said too much. "Bye," you croake out, firmly pressing your finger to the big red button to end the voicemail.
It wasn't long before you deleted it, to make sure Carlos would never hear what you had said. It was nothing bad, but that wasn't the point. Just getting to hear his voice for those short seconds was the only form of sweet release you were given anymore, and it was the thing that kept your brain ticking over.
Your mind cast you a little further back than last night, to Monaco last year. Carlos had come second, and you were both were overjoyed. You had said you'd wait for him in your hotel down the block until he was done with interviews and post race debriefs and everything.
For some reason, you could distinctly remember the exact creek of the hotel door opening, and the soft thud of his footsteps against the plush carpet floor. He had the biggest smile plastered on his face as he walked up to you. "What a surprise to see you here," you smirked, sauntering up to him and jumping into his arms as he effortlessly held you.
"Well, I-" he said, and it was like someone had pressed pause on the video in your mind. You knew what he had said next, you knew you knew. You wracked your brain, rifling around for the words that came next.
But nothing came. Nothing jumped out at you, nothing gave you the relief of remembering. The memories of Carlos were fading the more time you spent away from him, and it was eating you up inside.
You were trying to claw back the memories, trying to take back what was rightfully yours, but the nerves weren't connecting. The information wasn't correlating. You weren't remembering.
A stray tear slipped down your face, panic slowly setting in. This was the beginning of the end. He thought it had ended the minute he had broken up with you, but for you, the end had only come now.
The end was when you couldn't put the sentences to the occasion. When you couldn't match the images in your mind to the dates you had stashed away as a small keepsake. The end was when you couldn't put the name to the face anymore.
Carlos was slowly fading, slowly melting away from you. You should have felt relieved, should have thanked someone or something out there for finally letting you out of the shackles that had locked you in misery for however long it had been.
But Carlos was fading, and you were wondering who would be the person to wipe you out. Who would come along and rub your lines off the page. Who would come along to erase you.
A/N - Not proofread at all, so bear with that if you find any mistakes. I have been dead recently, and it'll stay like that for a little while longer I'm afraid my loves, but I'll be back. When? I don't quite know, but I will.
|masterlist|five seconds flat|
#f1#formula 1#f1 x reader#f1 x you#formula 1 x reader#f1 imagines#formula 1 imagines#formula 1 x you#fluff#f1 x y/n#formula 1 x y/n#carlos sainz#carlos sainz x female reader#carlos sainz x reader#carlos sainz x you#carlos sainz x y/n#cs55#carlos sainz imagines#cs55 x reader#cs55 x y/n#cs55 x you#cs55 imagines
102 notes
·
View notes
Text
cuddle weather | Jeon Wonwoo
wonwoo might be a big boy, but he is a softie who gets all whiny and pathetic. so here goes a self indulgent, whiny woo × reader.
tags: SMUT!! Idol woo × Model reader (female), Wonwoo is a whiny little man, he's pathetic (in love), reader is kinda mean to him, belly bulge (obviously), cuddle weather but no woo for me 😞
￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣￣
there's two things that fans have absolutely nailed about wonu: he is a big softie, and he is big
wonwoo who is tired of being tired and wants nothing else in the world than to be with you, near you, in you. wonwoo who's been feeling needy and neglected lately with how hectic your schedule's been and how all of his free time is spend missing you cause your schedule is the exact opposite of his and so you two haven't had any chance of cuddling for more than a few hours let alone doing more than cuddling.
wonu knows that if he asks you to call on sick or gives you his soft needy eyes you'd oblige but he knows how important it is for you to be at work this time of the year- fuck fashion week really.
you've been noticing the change in his expressions when you kiss briefly and part, he wants more, so much more and if he looks like that for more than 3 seconds you'd give him what he wants what you desperately want
But ugh! Fuck fashion week.
the last day of fashion week and you want nothing more than to go home and lock yourself and wonu in your bedroom but your body needs sleep or you'll pass out (which isn't so bad with wonu, you think) but you really needed sleep. So when wonu comes back home and find you fast asleep he's happy to know you're getting the rest you need and plants a kiss to your forehead.
Not long after his adoration towards your sleeping face turns into a need to wake you up, or not wake you up at all just get into the covers and then in you.
He tries to fool himself, a kiss on your cheek, on your lips and light caresses on your neck. It's so hard to not throw the covers and have his way with you, specially after the picture you sent him earlier that morning, trying on a black dress (that became the highlight of the season for versace) and you looked so good and he felt so blessed to be the only recipient of that picture. God he was thinking from his dick.
He got into the covers and his warm body may make you feel better on most days but right now his cold feet and super cold hands were annoying you.
"wonu, your hands are cold." You said half asleep.
You feel his hands pull your tshirt up to put his hands where you he needed them, on your chest.
"im sorry love, i just really, really need you" wonwoo whines, there have been few instances of wonu being so needy where he was whining and all of those instances you couldn't walk later.
"i need you to touch me, love please"
You can feel him rutting against you all the while squeezing your chest like he would lose his sanity if he doesn't. His legs had entangled themselves with yours and his face was buried in your neck trying to muffle the moans.
You really wanted to sleep, you did. But sleep had been knocked out the moment wonu's hands found their way to your chest. Now his whines were acting like an aphrodisiac cause you could feel the familiar knot in your stomach and wetness south.
"i am not going to touch you, woo. i am sleepy." you say plainly, almost as if you weren't dying to already.
"i won't stop you, woo. just don't wake me up and be good hmm? you can do that right? take care of yourself and be good?" you were amazed by the way you were talking with so much authority like you wouldn't let him have his way with you right this instant.
"mmhmm i am, I will be good now too" wonu says in his softest tone amidst kissing sucking on your neck and moving his hips ever so slowly into you.
"but if you wake me up, I'll stop you right there. You can do as you please but you cannot wake me up, can you do that woo?" the groan from wonu is clearly audible at the end of your sentence.
"that's not fair!" woo say biting down onto your collarbone as a sign of his frustration. There's no way he can be around you and not wake you up in usual scenarios and to do that when he wants nothing more than to pin you to the bed and fuck you six ways into the week.
"I am sleeping, woo" and you really did want to. If you could be in a hot tub and sleep for a whole day you would, but right now you just wanted to see him whine and groan cause nothing is hotter than the noises he was making.
woo quickly got to work as he slowly took off his hoodie along with the shirt underneath, his bottoms follow after and the way you could feel him, his briefs had been off too. wonu was always into foreplay, even when he was too needy, like right now, he always made sure to kiss every inch of you and inch you closer before he so much as got closer to where he needed.
a series of hickeys on your and shoulder were followed by gentle kisses as wonu slowly slid your shorts off of you.
"how can you ask me to not wake you up when you're just not wearing any panties and this wet for me, you make me insane." his hands had travelled south to where you were wet and waiting for him. you wanted to quit the act and open your eyes, to moan his name and let him devour you like he wanted to, but you knew you wanted him whining more than you did whining for him.
woo took his sweet time exploring your cunt and if it weren't for your "don't wake me up" he would probably be eating you out right now.
lost in what his fingers were doing you didn't realise he was ready to be inside you until he did and god that took your breath away.
"i want you so much, i love you so much," slow but strong thrusts from wonu were followed by many compliments. he was big and you've had him many times but he always surprised you. right now, with him thrusting into you from back, you felt as if he had gotten bigger, somehow. his hands were back on your chest now playing with your nipples as he continued to thrust into you in a slow rhythm, cause he couldn't wake you up.
he was being good like he was asked, for a while he really was, until his hand travelled to your waist and was met with a slight bulge in your belly, the result of his thrust and he groaned as if he had lost whatever sanity he was holding on to. His thrusts now frantic had you waking up and moaning his name which only fueled it all and he started to thrust harder, to feel the bulge that he could not see due to the position.
he was so close, just a few more seconds in the heaven that is you and he could come, maybe even come inside if you allow him. your moans were indication you were too so he let his hands travel to your already sensitive cunt and use your wetness against you. you were coming in seconds and the way you squeezed him sent him over the edge too. He kept thrusting slowly throughout his release, almost as if to prolong it and the aftershocks had you coming twice.
few minutes passed as you both calmed down and woo pulled slowly and apologised when you winced. his face when he saw you leaking however, was unapologetic. you looked his, and he couldn't shake the thought of how much he wanted to do it again.
"don't even think about it" you say half asleep. wonu smiled and kissed your forehead before getting out of bed. aftercare was a must for wonu and although you protested having the sheets changed before you sleep, he had you picked in his arms and onto the couch as he changed the sheets and then after cleaning you gently and dressing you in fresh clothes he laid you on the bed and under covers as you had originally planned.
this time you asked wonu to sleep facing you so you could snuggle into his chest and sleep to the sound of his heartbeat.
"you know, if you wanted to hear me whine and beg, you didn't have to pretend to sleep. I'd do that anyday for you" woo whispered close to your ear.
"i wasn't pretending. it's not my fault you get all needy and pathetic for me sometimes" your cheeks heat up with the blatant lie but your face was hidden in his chest so he wasn't gonna see anyway.
"whatever you say, love" god this man won't let you sleep if he keeps talking like that.
i am tired of seeing dom mean wonwoo everywhere and so i had to write this.
#wonwoo smut#wonwoo#he is a big babie#soft dom#wonwoo soft dom#svt x reader#jeon wonu#wonwoo if you give me a chance#SoundCloud
93 notes
·
View notes
Text
Books! The ongoing project I've had half-finished since March continues to thwart me, so I want to show off a project from May that turned out incredibly well. I'm extremely proud of these!
Ta-da! Look at my creations! Are they not beautiful?? This is a set of two related works, From the Deep and Into the Deep. They are by the same author, @worse0mens, and they share a lot of worldbuilding but are not a series and can be read independently. They are siren AUs with very solid characterization, both for everyone's favorite main characters (three guesses who I mean; this is a Good Omens work) and for the secondaries as well (Eve in Into the Deep is a particular favorite for me). The worldbuilding is another star; I would read non-fanwork originals in this universe and that's not something I usually say.
More photos and process talk under the cut! I had to make a lot of adjustments to the design while it was a work in progress, so this post got even longer than usual.
Since these are so closely related even without being a series I really wanted to make them look like a set, and I honestly think I nailed that. I found the pale blue scale-patterned paper on ChibiJay before I even started the typeset and knew it would be perfect if I could match it in black, given that those colors are so heavily associated with our two viewpoint characters. The original plan was to have one in all blue and one in all black, but that blue paper was kind of a nightmare for color-matching. It clashed horribly with the blue book cloth, so I switched that to the black book, and then it also clashed with the black cloth I had chosen. So it got charcoal in the end, and it ended up coming together quite well. The titles are HTV, first time using that on cloth, and that also did not go well. It very much did not want to stick, took more than twice as long as it should have to press, and I still ended up with some wrinkling. Further experiments are needed, I think. It was worth it in the end, though--colors and fonts are perfect, and I like the vertical orientation even more than I thought I would.
Endpapers are solid brown on both books. Another nightmare of color matching. Black is easy! Everything looks good! But that blue was really stubborn about what I could match it to, and this was the only paper that I could find that looked good with both. It's ludicrously thick and was hard to trim even with my plow. Endbands and bookmark are solid black and solid blue respectively, the only easy match in the entire project. Even then, I had originally wanted a gold bookmark on both, to match the gold lines on the covers, but I couldn't find one that was thin enough. Everything in the right colors was wider than the spines. I was very glad to find that blue ribbon, and it was an exact match for some endbands I got ages ago as part of a variety pack. Stroke of luck, there.
Interiors. As I said above, I wanted them to look like a set, so the same fonts, sizing, and text ornaments are used throughout both copies. All the images came from rawpixel, all I did was resize them and I think adjust the color. I was originally planning a much simpler look for these, and the typeset reflects that sort of stripped-down look; there are fewer text ornaments than I normally use, and the title fonts are less curly and ornate than my usual. The plain endpapers were also chosen with that thought in mind, but the covers turned out way more ornate than I thought when I first pictured them in my head. I don't think the insides match the outsides terribly well, but both came out so nicely that I don't mind. I could never regret those covers, they are too gorgeous for that.
Top view on both books. I had some issues with the boards warping on this project, which you can see in the first two pictures. The one on the left is how it looks normally, and you can see that the boards curve away from the text block in the middle, leaving a gap. If you squeeze the book (middle image) this gap goes away. It's present in both books, though more visible on the blue one. I think I made an error with the grain direction, possibly in the endpapers. Or the very heavy endpapers just have more pull to them than the much lighter chiyogami on the outside, and it can't compensate. Hopefully it won't lead to any structural issues further down the line. It's just less than ideal, is all.
I've toyed with the idea of making a slipcase for these. They're already a set, but they could be a BOXED set. Very fancy. I've never done boxes before though, so I'm a bit intimidated. I may revisit them someday to do that.
#bookbinding#fanbinding#snek makes books#good omens#fic rec#i am so in love with these omg#they look like if i found them in a bookstore they would be out of my budget#but they're NOT because I MADE THEM#to one degree or another i feel that about all the books i make#it just surfaces more easily sometimes#and now is one of those times#that's a me thing though#if i bound your fic in the past i felt that way about it too#it is just not always easy to say
85 notes
·
View notes
Last Seen Blogs
johan64
Untitled
bts-trash-s
BTS Scenarios
skinny-pepsi-blog
Untitled
newsua247
НОВИНИ УКРАЇНИ 24\7
ask-kittydogs-ocs
ask the cool floops (kittydog's ocs)