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who’s in control? - choi seungcheol
seungcheol x fem!reader
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warning(s): smut under the cut!! (mdni), porn with minimal plot, switch!reader, switch!seungheol (though more dom leaning), SENSE DEPRIVATION, thigh fucking, use of a color system, bondage, cum play?, princess and baby are used as a pet name, idol!seungcheol, marking kink? (kind of not really), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), dick riding, BIG DICK CHEOL (like monster dick), creampie, alludes to shower sex, mentions of food, pussy slapping, thigh smacking, man handling, body worship, nipple play, fingering, sense play??? (kind of, it’s like smell play i guess but it’s just barely barely there), let me know if i forgot anything! - don’t mind grammatical errors/typos (i tried)
cheol hasn’t had a break in what feels like years. from the months he spent on tour entertaining fans, exploring different countries, and making sure the boys stayed in check, it was safe to say he needed a break. and what better way to take a break than to go home to you, his perfect little baby who waited so patiently for his return.
the countless videos calls, and endless text messages did nothing for him (or you) while he was away, and even if the phone sex was enough to satiate him for the night he still missed the way your body felt under his, the way you scratched up his back, and the smell of sweat and sex in the air after hours of calculated thrusts and praise that was reserved only for when you were on your best behavior (which was 99% of the time).
that 1% is saved for rainy days, ones where you want to take control and ruin seungcheol the same way he ruins you; which it's rare for him to allow you to be on top, knowing you like to run with the power but today, after months away from you and working his ass off, he allows you to take control.
the ropes were soft on his skin, the twisted red silk accentuated his pecs and hips as you worked hard to weave out a pattern (that you so diligently learned while he was away, using your pillow as the test dummy). he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at how concentrated you were, your face heating up more as you brought the rope down to his thighs, tugging it enough to squeeze them deliciously - the plush flesh pooling around the rope.
“you look so pretty.” he coos quietly when your eyebrows knit together, your look of concentration turns to frustration as you undo the knot you just did.
“you’re going to look even prettier once im done with you.” you smile as you finally get the last knot correct. sitting back on your heels you marvel at the masterpiece that is your boyfriend. his hands are bound to the headboard with poorly tied rope, the dark burgundy contrasting greeting from the cherry red that adorned the rest of his body.
“do i not look pretty right now?” he fake pouts at you before he's wiggling around to get more comfortable with the rope around him.
“of course you look pretty cheollie, youre the prettiest boy to ever exist.” he leaned down to kiss the tip of his nose.
“not the prettiest to ever exist?” his eyebrows raise a little as he tries to watch you trial kisses down to his collarbone but one harsh nip to the underside of his jaw has him hissing, his head lulling back to give you more access.
“always the prettiest to ever exist,” you mumble against his neck. “so pretty and all mine.” those words were familiar, the countless times cheol would say it to you played in the back of your mind as you smiled at the faint blush that spread down his neck. you had to bite your tongue to keep from teasing him, knowing that if you pushed your luck too far tonight he’d be sure to give back whatever you give him ten fold.
slowly you make your way down his neck and collarbones, leaving behind marks everywhere your lips touch. you poured months of love into every love bite, ensuring they won't fade until the end of the week.
with a featherlike touch, your fingers ghost over his left nipple, the bud hardening almost instantly as he gasps loudly. just as he started to mumble something you pinch it, the small shock of pain and pleasure causing his back to arch.
“watch it.” he breathes, there were rules put in place when you dommed. there were a lot of gray areas - his nipples being one of them, not that he didn’t enjoy it (he very much did) but when he was rendered helpless under you he'd rather not give you the advantage of attacking his weak spots (and yeah it's hypocritical of him, don't get him wrong he knows but you happily agreed to the rules because it gave you the perfect opportunity to use that 1% to freely be a brat).
you liked to bend the rules, it was the fun part about being the dom in situations like this. it wasn’t every day that you got cheol to submit under you, and god does he look pretty when his eyebrows pull together as his mouth falls open at the feeling of your pussy gliding along his painfully hard cock, the vein pulsing already from months of pent up energy.
“you’re already twitching and i’ve barely started touching you,” you giggle quietly, sitting so that you can run your hands up and down his stomach, the muscles in his abs flexing as he rocks his hips up against you, eliciting a quiet moan from you. “don’t be bad cheollie..” your voice trails off as you bite back your smug smile when you see the way his eyes widen a little.
“bad? the only one that's being bad right now is y-” you smack his thigh lightly, effectively stopping his words in their track as he groans quietly.
“watch it.” you repeat his words back to him, this time you couldn’t help the smirk that played on your lips as his jaw clenched. he was giving you time to fix yourself when he allowed you to continue with your ministries.
despite the hours you want to spend making him fall apart you can’t wait too long, the frustrations of not feeling each other in so long will have you both cumming before you’ve sat on his cock. however, it was a miracle you both lasted as long as you have - the foreplay starting the second he walked through the door when you jumped into his arms and started messily making out with him, his hips grinding into yours as he backed you up against the wall. it’s not like much changed now as you grind down against him harder, his cock sitting between your folds nicely - the tip knocking against your clit.
“if you don’t fuck me right now i am going to-” your hips stop moving again.
“you’re not going to do anything because you’re not the one in control here.” his lips twitch a little, he has to bite his bottom lip to keep from saying something. you were one more silent strike away from having your control ripped away.
“good boy.” cheol can’t help the small whine that leaves him at the praise. one thing that he will always admit is that you’re so hot when you praise him and he can’t help but melt every time. he relaxes back into the bed, allowing you to rock your hips again, your quiet whimpers music to his ears. it didn’t take long for you to get tired of the slow grinding, you needed more relief and with a new found determination you sat up on your knees.
you reach down to grab his cock that was warm and heavy in your hand. the sheer girth of it would be intimidating if you haven’t taken every inch down to the hilt a million times already. your fingertips don’t even touch as you squeeze gently, seungcheols eyes roll a little as he moans lowly at the feeling.
“fuck.” he breathes out when you start to pump your hands, precum leaking out of the tip. gently you swipe your thumb through the pearlescent liquid causing your boyfriend to moan louder, his head falling deeper into the pillows. you swipe your thumb a little harder as you squeeze him tighter in your hands, a quiet giggle leaving you when he tugs on the restraints around his hands as he groans, his head tilting down so he can watch you.
“getting impatient?” your eyebrows raise as you move to rub the tip of his cock against your clit before moving it towards your entrance where your pussy swallows the head instantly. your eyes flutter as you bite your lip hard to keep the loud moan from slipping out as you let gravity take its course as you sit down on his cock.
“i’m not the only impatient one,” he groans as he bucks his hips up to help you bottom out quicker. “fuck, you took me all without any prep.” his eyes were a little worried as he watched your shift around a little with your eyes squeezed shut tightly. the stretch definitely burned, you haven’t been stuffed this full in a long time, none of the toys you owned compared to seungcheol who nestled perfectly against your cervix and stretched you open as wide as a monster can.
“feels so good,” you whine after adjusting to having him inside of you. rocking your hips experimentally your nails dig into his stomach where his muscles are tensing - he was willing away the orgasm that was right there. “fill me up so perfectly cheollie.” he can’t help but whimper at the nickname, his hips snapping up into yours causing you to jump forward a little.
“fuck you feel so perfect around me baby,” he groans as he keeps rocking his hips up into yours, his feet planted on the bed so he has a better angle. “god, i’m not gonna last long like this.” his head falls back as his hands grip at his restraints. you let him rock his hips into yours a couple more times before you’re moving forward enough that his cock slips out, but his hips keep bucking up trying to chase your warmth. “wha-“
“you’re not gonna get to cum if you keep acting like you’re in control.” you’re finally able to catch your breath - not that it lasts long because just as the words leave your mouth there’s a loud snap as seungcheol breaks out of his restraints (effectively breaking the eighth headboard that year). you just hit strike three.
“whos in fucking control?” he gets you pinned in the blink of an eye, the weight he puts on your thighs is enough to keep you in place as he gets his hands out of the rope so he can tie yours to one of the bed posts at the foot of the bed.
“cheol-“
“i don’t want to hear it, you’re a brat you know that?” he cocks his eyebrow at you, challenging you to bite back at him like he’s so sure you’re going to do.
“but-“
“where the fuck is your gag.” he gets up off the bed to go find the little red gag he likes to shove in your mouth.
“cheollie please.” you try to reason with him, a pout on your face and arousal dripping all over the bed.
“color?” he stops in his tracks to look over his shoulder at you.
“green.” you smile sweetly at him.
“good,” he grins back before he’s holding up the gag. “any last words princess?”
“fuck me hard please?” you give him your best puppy dog eyes before opening your mouth to let him secure the gag.
“we’ll see if you deserve to get fucked after the shit you pulled tonight.” the harsh words were back as he went back to where he grabbed the gag, coming back a minute later with headphones and the pretty lace he likes to blindfold you with. “are these ok?” you nod your head in excitement as you lift your head allowing him to secure the lace around your eyes, you could barely see his outline as you settle back against the bed. the headphones were soundproof so the only thing you had to go off of was his touch on your body and a fuzzy silhouette.
seungcheol knew his limits and he knew how vulnerable you were like this. he knew what was good to do like this and what wasn’t, the boundaries set for sense deprivation played in his mind as he slowly ghosted his fingers up your stomach watching the goosebumps rise.
he wanted to ruin you, just like how you wanted to ruin him. he knew when he agreed to let you dom tonight and you brought the ropes out that he wasn’t going to get pampered in the way he thought - not that he minded because seeing you so reactive to him right now was so much better in his mind.
his fingers ghosted down your stomach towards your dripping cunt and the way your legs instantly parted had him chuckling to himself. he let his fingers wander down to your swollen clit where he rubs slow circles, a muffled moan leaves you as your back arches. he’s quick to pull his fingers away as he pushes you flat against the bed again.
seungcheol thought you were finally going to behave since he was being so nice with your punishment, but boy was he wrong. slowly your foot had crept up his inner thigh, catching him off guard a little before he grabbed your ankle and pushed your leg to the side so you’re spread wider for him, giving him the perfect opening to smack at your clit. it wasn’t hard, but it was enough to make you jolt and whine around the gag.
“such a brat.” he mumbles to himself as he sits back on his heels after setting your foot back on the bed. he watches as you use your foot to try and find him, it taps around on the bed but he sits just out of your reach.
shaking his head, a loving smile on his face he sits up on his knees so he can untie the rope from around his body. as much as he loved it he needed it gone if he wanted to feel every inch of your body against his. once he is free from the rope he moves around so he’s comfortably on his hands and knees right in front of where you’re laying.
i’m an effort to not startle you, he gently ghosts his fingers over your calf before he’s leaning down to kiss where he just touched. your body stills as you relax at feeling him again, you stay in place as you let him work his way up your body. his lips leave a warm trail up your legs and over your thighs as he skips over kissing near your cunt, instead jumping straight to your tummy where he kisses from one hip to the other before he slowly makes his way up to the valley between your breasts. he kisses between them and up to your neck, only stopping once he makes it to your cheek.
by this point his body is draped over yours, his cock sitting against your wet cunt as he kisses the other cheek so he can trail back down your body, kissing everywhere that he didn’t kiss the first time until he’s at your other calf.
“so pretty.” he whispers against your calf before he’s sitting back to assess what he wants to do next. subconsciously his hands rub at your calves, messaging them gently - only when you whimper does he get an idea.
slowly he pushes your legs together so your thighs are squished together. from there he pushes your legs up until you’re almost folded in half, your ankles held together in one hand. using his free hand cheol reaches up to push one of the headphone muffs off your ear.
“are you ok still? is this ok?” you nod your head while trying to mumble out a ‘yes’ before he readjusts the muff on your ear. he readjusts himself so he’s comfortably lined up with your thighs while making sure you’re comfortable as well.
with his empty hand he grabs the base of his cock and gives it a couple pumps before he’s rubbing the tip along the middle of your thighs before he slowly pushes between them. your arousal made them slick enough for him to comfortably slide between them as he started to thrust his hips.
“fuck.” he grunts to himself as he picks up speed. he wasn’t going to last long, he was so pent up and he just wanted release - so he rocks his hips faster. he lets your ankles go allowing your legs to rest on his shoulders as he uses his hands to push your thighs together more to give him more stimulation.
he groans and whimpers as his eyebrows knit together. his mouth fell open as his hips stuttered as he unloaded his hot cum all over your stomach. the way you whimpered, goosebumps rising on your skin and your back arching off the bed at the warm feeling on your skin.
seungcheol pants quietly as he lets your legs go, he rubs gently at your hips knowing that folding you like that took its toll on the joints there. humming quietly to himself he scoops some of the cum off your stomach so he can push it into your tight cunt. he pumps his cum into you slowly, enjoying the way your plush walls felt around his pointer and kindle finger.
“you feel so good around my fingers baby,” he smiles to himself as he trails the other hand up your stomach, smearing the cum all over you till he groped at your left tit, squeezing it and rolling his thumb over your nipple as he continues to pump his fingers slowly in and out of you.
as much as he wanted to fuck your properly, he also had to put you in your place. he could be cruel most nights, but to turn he was being nice and rewarding you with his fingers, allowing you to have some of his cum and an orgasm - but only because it had been so long.
just like him your orgasm was fast approaching, and sure you were stretched out on his cock but it was still satisfying as your back arched. this time he didn’t push you back down against the mattress as he kept playing with your nipple and fingering you slowly, his thumb rubbing on your clit. finally, like clockwork, the coil snapped in your stomach as you clenched around his fingers. he helped you ride your orgasm out before he pulled his fingers out to lick them clean, both of your juices mixed on his tongue.
“fuck.” he groans at the taste before he’s moving to hover over your body again. your legs part instantly against as he settles between them so he can lay against you, his lips attached to your neck as he leaves wet kisses everywhere.
you nose against his hair as he kisses and sucks gently at your neck, his body warm against yours as he lays against you. you can’t help but take in a deep breath, whimpering quietly when you realize he’s wearing your favorite cologne, it was faded at this point - hence why you couldn’t smell it until now, but it was still there enough for you to squeeze your legs around his waist.
“no no no,” he mumbles against your neck. he sits up to rub at the sides of your legs.l before he’s pulling the headphones off your head. “not tonight.” you weren’t able to argue back so you squeeze your legs tighter, trying to get him to give in when he feels the warmth of your cunt nuzzled up to the underside of his half hard cock.
“you’re covered in cum, and we didn’t put another blanket down so it’s gonna soak into the mattress if i don’t get you cleaned up and these sheets off.” he mumbles as he rubs his hands up your waist before he’s reaching up to pull the gag off, smiling when you take a deep breath instead of fighting him.
“but i asked so nicely for you to fuck me hard.” there’s the little brat he loves so much.
“not tonight, this was a punishment, remember? be happy that i even gave you my cum let alone an orgasm.” he grunts quietly when you tug him closer with your legs. “stop that.” he pulls the blind fold off of you before he leans over you to untie your hands.
“you’re wearing my favorite cologne.” you mumble, you wanted to argue more with him some more, wanting him to fuck you stupid.
“i’ve worn it everyday since being away from you,” he helped you sit up as he fixed your hair enough for it to stay out of your eyes. “it reminded me of you.” he smiles before leaning down to kiss you.
“i love you.” you mumble against his lips when he pulls away.
“i love you too princess,” he kisses you again. “now let’s get you cleaned up.”
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when you woke up the next morning without cheol next to you, you couldn’t help but pout. sighing as you sit up, the apartment was cold as you grumpily threw the blankets off of you.
“of course he went to practice today, he’s been home not even a full twenty four hours and he’s already ditching me to-“ your ramble was cut off when you saw the stack of clothes sitting on the dresser with a note on top.
‘get comfy and text me when you’re awake princess’ singed cheollie.
that fucker was so going to get it later when he got home, you thought to yourself as you put his hoodie and oversized sweats in (thank god for a drawstring). throwing the hood over your head you couldn’t help but smile when you realized the hoody was sprayed (freshly) in your favorite cologne. the undertones of sweet blackberries has you squealing as you go to curl up on the couch to text cheol that you’re awake.
sure he wasn’t there with you right now but that didn’t stop him from spoiling you, he ordered you breakfast and even threw in extras of your favorites after you told him you were still pretty sore even though he was barely in you for a couple minutes.
did you want to spend the whole day with your boyfriend after he spent months abroad? yes. did you understand how important his job was and how much it meant to him? also yes. it’s why you put up with being alone all day, cuddled up in his clothes, covered in his cologne.
so when he got home later that night, tired and covered in sweat you were quick to drag him to the couch. you straddled his lap and ran your fingers through his semi damp hair, asking quietly about his day.
“i’m tired,” he mumbles as he looks up at you with so much love in his eyes. his hands rested on your waist as he rubbed and kneaded gently at the fabric covered flesh. “we have to leave soon again, you know that right? only for a couple days but we’ll be out of the country.”
“i know,” you pout a little as you settle in his lap. “that’s why i want to spend as much time as i can with you before then.” you start to rock your hips gently, after last night you were still very needy.
“does that include fucking me whenever you can too?” he tilts his head as he gives you a big smile, one that showed off his dimples.
“maybe..” you mumble, your cheeks heating up when cheol moves his hands to grope at your ass, squeezing it as he helps you rock against his hardening cock.
“you’re so cute when you’re needy,” he mumbles lowly before he’s leaning down to kiss you. it was safe to say he was needy too as he leans back into the couch, bringing you with him as he kisses you harder. “just wanna be inside you now.” you giggle quietly when you pull away from his lips. he huffs as he tries to follow your lips, not wanting to be away from you for long either.
“i need to take my pants off.” you wiggle out of his lap, earning you a scowl as he watches you untie the sweats slowly. “don’t look at me like that.”
“i’m going to rip those fucking pants off you if you don’t get back in my lap right now and ride me till you’re filled with my cum.” it was safe to say you’ve never moved quicker in your life, the pants were thrown somewhere behind you as you settled back in his lap, his own pants were pushed down allowing his cock to be free.
“suck a pretty dick.” you mumble as you watch him stroke it a couple times before running the tip through your folds. you bite your lip and whine quietly as you rest your hands on his shoulders to give you some stability as he pushes into you slowly, this time allowing you to adjust as he slowly bottoms out.
“fuck, so tight,” he groans as he wraps his arms around your waist to pull you flush against his chest. “and all for me.” you whine quietly.
“all you’re cheollie,” you bury your face in his neck when you experimentally rock your hips. “only yours.”
“good,” he grunts as he lets you take the reins in setting the pace, allowing you to have that ounce of control because physically he was tired and just wanted to relax while you rode him. “all mine, just like i’m all yours.” he kisses the side of your head before you pick up your pace, your hips bouncing slowly as you find a rhythm you like.
considering you were already dripping by the time he got home and he was pent up with frustrations from practice you both didn’t need a lot before you were falling apart. your hips rocked and bounced and circled around on cheols as you felt the muscles in his body relax and tense up again when his orgasm came crashing over him like a tidal wave.
“fuck, y/n.” he moans as he squeezes you tighter in his arms, your hips unrelenting as you simultaneously helped him ride out his orgasm while chasing yours.
your lips left open mouth kisses on his neck much like he did with you last night, your fingers tangled in the hairs at the base of his neck as your moans got whinier, breathier. you were determined to milk him dry. even when your hips started to feel sore you refused to stop moving your hips, wanting to ride till you were sure you were stuffed full.
cheols face was buried in your shoulder as he pushed you down on his cock one last time before he stilled you, the overstimulation was making him go fuzzy with warmth. he holds you in place like that for a couple minutes, allowing you to messily leave love bites all over his neck till he was sure the makeup artist was going to hate him come time to perform in a couple days.
“i’ve missed you, did i ever tell you that yesterday?” cheol finally speaks when you finish sucking at his neck.
“yes, a million times as you walked through the door.” you giggle, squealing when he stands up abruptly, his softening cock slipping out causing a mix of your cum to drop down your thighs and into his shirt.
“well i’m going to tell you a million more times as we go shower and have dinner.” he smiles as he kisses your cheek before hoisting you up higher in his arms so he can reach down and fix his pants enough so they don’t fall and trip him as he carries you to the bathroom.
and as he starts the shower and undresses you he mumbles a million ‘i missed you’’s and while you pee, before stepping into the shower, he orders you guys dinner that’ll hopefully arrive just as you guys are finishing up. (it might get cold sitting outside the door though because cheol underestimates just how insatiable you both as as he fucks tou properly up against the glass shower door).
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Ugh I loved the breeding kink one <3333 Pls write some bondage, I think you'd write it really well!!
Thank you!! I did my best! 💙💙💙💙 y’all are so sweet and also I’m glad we’re all massive whores together 😂
Content warning: afab reader, bondage, praise, overstimulation, Shane brain rot tbh, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
The bachelors and bondage
Harvey:
Look at this man and tell me he doesn’t fantasize about seeing you In medical stirrups
I won’t be convinced otherwise
He wants to have you spread out before him on the exam table
Arms bound above your head while he teases your cunt with feather light touches, gentle sips of just the tip of his fingers inside your weeping hole
Has you whining for him to do something more, to plunge his fingers inside you and turn your brain to mush
“Now now, let the doctor do his job sweetheart or I may have to punish you”
Once he starts actually fucking you his hands are everywhere
Particularly fond of rubbing your clit and sucking your nipples until your desperately trying to get away from the harsh thrusts and overstimulating feelings
“Shh sweet girl, you can take it I know you can”
Elliott:
I think he’s more into the art of shibari, which is Japanese rope tying
Loves all the intricate knots and how the ropes make your skin pudge just a bit where it bites into you
Loves that it allows him to take his time tying each knot, tracing his fingers over your skin as he goes
Once he’s completed his masterpiece he loves to take a step back and enjoy how exposed you are to him, eyes wondering the expanse of your body while you dangle from the suspensions
It took a long time and a lot of research or proper methods before he was willing to try this on you, and ofcourse he would often times practice what he could on himself to ensure he could get the knots right
Although it isn’t an inherently sexual form of bondage it certainly can be used as such, sometimes he simply wants to admire how you look while tied up, other times he of course indulges
Loves to use toys on you when your bound like this, or his tongue and hands
“You look so beautiful like this my love, allow me to worship you just a bit longer”
Accidentally overstimulates you sometimes
Shane:
This man, oh boy
Absolutely loves to use bondage on you, hand cuffs are a common occurrence in the bedroom
So is his belt wrapped around your arms to keep them together behind your back
Spreader bars are used to keep your legs open for him
On nights he’s feeling particularly cruel he’ll attach a magic wand to the spreader bar to keep it pressed snuggly to your clit while it’s on its highest setting
His fingers pumping in and out of your cunt at a brutal pace, expertly bringing orgasm after orgasm out of you
“Fuck baby, this slutty little cunt just can get enough can it? Gonna cum again for me? Do it bitch”
Loves to see tears roll down your face from how overstimulated he gets you
When he finally fucks you he might put a collar around your neck with a leash attached so he can just yank you up right to grope at your tits while his cock slams into your sensitive cunt
“Shit baby, opened you up so much tonight and still so fucking tight, what a good little whore for me hmm?”
Alex:
Listen, I know this one’s gonna hurt someone’s feelings but like the most he’s willing to do is handcuff’s honestly
I don’t see him being to big on bondage, if he wanted to keep your hands up he’d hold them in his own hands
But on the occasion that he does break out the cuffs it’s probably because his hands are gonna be busy being used for your pleasure
Your hands are bound to the head bored of the bed while his face is between your thighs, two fingers pumping in and out of your wet cunt while his tongue works your clit
His other hand is keeping your thighs open while you writhe around trying to clamp them shut around his head
“Fuck babe, taste so good, gonna have you creaming around my fingers in no time”
Sam:
Okay if he’s the one being bound?
He loves to be gagged, loves a cute leather collar and absolutely wants his hands cuffed
One of those gags that has a ring to keep your mouth open? He loves those, spit in his mouth please
Loves when you overstimulate him, wants to be forced to cum multiple times in a row
“Please, to much, can’t cum again shit, hurts”
“Awe poor baby boy, do you wanna safe word out?”
“N-no”
“Hmm didn’t think so, so be a good boy for me and take it”
If he’s the one binding you?
Loves those binds you attach to the top and bottom of the bed so he can keep your arms and legs secured
Also loves sex swings that you attach to doors
Will 100% tie rope shibari style around your torso to bind your tits so he can watch the rope bite into them
Wants to have you an absolute mess underneath him while he watches you fall apart
“Look at you doing so good for me baby, just a little longer, you can take it, right?”
Sebastian:
He has a fixation with leather in the bedroom so bet your ass you have leather cuffs, a leather whip (it’s not bondage but look man, he would) the cutest leather collar he could find and a matching set of cat ears he bought as a joke but discovered he liked a little to much
His favorite place to fuck you is in his gaming chair
He’s got you on the chair, your legs are up on the arm rests with a belt pinning each leg to the arms
Arms bound behind the chair with a set of cuffs
Naked and displayed perfectly for him to start eating you out like a man starved
He’s got a dildo plunging into your cunt as a quick pace while he sucks on your clit lightly
“Shit sweet girl look at you, so perfect for me”
Makes you cum three times like this before he even thinks about fucking you
Absolutely a pleasure dom
#stardew fanfic#stardew valley#stardew farmer#stardew x reader#stardew headcanon#stardew marriage#stardew elliott#stardew harvey#stardew shane#stardew sam#stardew alex#stardew sebastian#sdv smut#sdv x f!reader#stardew x f!reader
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Ineffable Growing Love series - Part 1
I want it to be an "us"
At their own pace
The words you deserve to hear
Learning together
When your happiness and mine collide
Spread your wings, Angel
Reaching
That’s what we are
The end of loneliness
That’s our reality
Addicted to your softness
Vulnerability
What you mean to me
The proof of their love is everywhere
My brave angel
You're what my dreams are made of
Finding a new purpose
The road to happiness
What our hearts desire
All this time you were cherished
The weight of guilt
To see the smile on your face
It feels like home
Never ending dance
Fragments of happiness
You're beautiful, it's true
Jane Austen or Richard Curtis, in the end it is all love
I don't want to be late anymore
Smitten
It has always been real
Being the reason for your happiness
It's my turn to rescue you
Yellow is the color
Keep Reaching
We always wanted the same thing
I know your kindness
Tell me all your fears
It's ours now
I know who I love
Story of a trust
Show me all of you
The smile that belongs only to me
To protect
A happiness that's real
You've always been someone
You were always on my mind
Your wings are precious to me
I can't bear the thought of losing you
Just a touch of love
Just surrender to the music
A group of the two of us
It has always been there
Unscathed
Just be yourself
Missing you comes in waves and tonight i'm drowning
Making new memories
You no longer need to hide who you really are
Dear Crowley…
Losing Control
A new step
You just have to be
Under a sky full of stars
Let your heart speak
A joy greater than all others
Take a chance and learn to fly
Without restraint
I love the angel you chose to be
Your light illuminates my shadows
The music of my name on your lips
My sweet demon
Precious moment
A token of gratitude
Our joy
Sheltered
Even in my dream, I’ll follow you
Say it with flowers
Because it comes from your heart
Sweet dreams 'til sunbeams find you
Who cares?
Quiet place
Not every cloud foretells a storm
The angel who never ceases to baffle me
Little notes of happiness
I'll always give you what you are craving for
Sweet drunkenness
No wish upon a star
Masterpiece
Just a little hesitation
Together
You're my favorite serendipity
Simple but yet precious
My dear love
What your words mean to me
You just have to tell me
The guardian angels of Whickber Street
What you mean to me
I'll never tire of you
Ask and you shall receive
You're the only one I see
Next Part : here
#good omens#aziracrow#ineffable husbands#ineffable boyfriends#aziraphale#crowley#good omens fanfiction#aziraphale x crowley#crowley x aziraphale#GoodOmensSeason2Spoilers#GOS2Spoilers#GoodOmens2Spoilers
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i was wondering if you could do one where Siren/clinic!bur comes back after a fight at night and has to let out some anger .. if you know what i’m hinting at
(also can i be 🦋 or 🎧 anon?)
Yes i love siren hes so mwa
WELCOME 🦋 ANON !!
Anger or Hunger?
MINORS DNI
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The door slammed open, with it closing the same way. Your head turned to him as he stomped towards the table and took his blindfold off, throwing it on the ground.
"FUCK! I CAN'T FUCKING BELIEVE DREAM!" He shouted from the kitchen as he poured himself some whiskey and downed it in one go. "I did fucking everything, everything to overpower that dumb green bitch, but he always somehow wins!" He slammed the shot glass on the table, pouring himself another.
"Wilbur, wilbur, c'mon... calm down--" He cut you off by slamming you on the counter, his hand grabbing at your neck. "I can't fucking do that, not when HE keeps foiling my goddamn plans." He spoke through gritted teeth, his breath fanning on your neck. "Y/N, I want you to be a good slut and take your shorts off, right fucking now." He wasn't even using his powers, and yet you couldn't find it in your power to say no.
You took them off, hands shaking with anticipation. His hands found access to your tits as he bit your neck harshly, causing you to squirm in both surprise and pleasure. "O-Oh, fuck... Wilbur..." you breathily whined, rubbing your thighs together in order for your now swelling nub to feel something, anything.
Satisfaction marked itself in his eyes as he looked at the marks on your neck, pleased with the masterpiece he had created. "Such a beautiful slut. MY beautiful slut." He grabbed your chin, his lips crashing against yours in lustful fervor, forcing his tongue inside of your mouth. You moaned into the hungry, sloppy kiss, reciprocating with just as much desire.
His hand found it's way on your hair, forcing you down on your knees as he took his hard dick out. "Start sucking like the good cockslut you are." You swallowed the lump in your throat before giving his tip a few kitten licks, taking it all in afterwards. And fuck, was he huge. You felt his veins rub against your tongue, and if you said it didn't make you wet, you'd be dragged down to Hell for lying.
He harshly thrusted into your eager mouth, shoving it deeper into your throat. He groaned at how warm and wet you were. His thrusts were eventually starting to get faster, "Shit, Y/N... take me all in like the good little girl you are... o-oh fuck, fuck, you're so good... you were meant to take my cock, weren't you?" He mumbled before pulling out. You were panting, desperate for oxygen.
He turned you around and bent your smaller body with ease, feeling his cock press against your pussy.
"Be a good slut and take me. Take what I'll give you, whore."
He shoved himself in with one smooth thrust, which made you feel so, so full. "Ack--! Shit, Wilbur... hah..." You whined, the dull ache slowly fading away. "Fucking take it." He spoke with gritted teeth, hissing as you adjusted yourself to be more comfortable. He started roughly thrusting into you, giving you absolutely no mercy.
He groaned at your tight walls engulfing him. It felt as if you were sucking him in, and it was slowly tearing his sanity apart. "Shit, how're you so fucking tight...?" He grumbled as his hips repeatedly met yours, letting out loud slapping noises. Your slick was spread everywhere on his dick, making it easier for him to simply take you apart, right then and there. You jumped as Wilbur hit a certain spot deep inside you. "Nngh~! Wilbur -- r- right there~! Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!" Your eyes rolled to the back of your head with you slowly starting to salivate due to whatever heaven he hurled you into.
Your walls clenched around his cock, signalling your release. "I-I'm cumming, W-Wilbur... h-hmmhhm... ack-- hah~! Wilbur~!" You screamed out his name as you came all over his cock. A few sloppy thrusts later, he followed, panting as he buried thick ropes of cum in your hole.
"Go-good girl, angel..."
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favorite kaleidoscope thoughts?
Mm me when-
Idk about 'favourites' but here are some...
• Just the concept of Quixis being too scared to touch anything, cause of the wack, but Malitae seeing it as a form of abstract art
- Q always saying they'd "ruin it" or they'll make it worse, but M just assuring them it's ok
• (I read this one in a fanfic, so shout out to them) Malitae makes Q a little Island seperate to theirs so they can wack it without it getting to their builds. And they can sit on it, and just chill together
• Drinking buddies
• Q helping M with colour pallets
• They can't touch, but they want to!
• Quixis only appearing/communicating as random block patches at first until they get friendly enough with Malitae to appear "in a more physical form"
• That one modern AU post I made about Quixis being self-conscious about burn scars and Malitae comforts them about it
• Q wacking in builds to show M and telling them bout other worlds
• Malitae calling Quixis "Masterpiece" !!!!
• Has spent at least a good 30 minutes roasting Icarus together
• The wack being an emotional tell for Quixis, so Malitae knows when they're upset.
- When they're happy though, Moss spreads everywhere and more colourful blocks. When they blush, blocks turn to [a block that would represent that]
Just a couple! Lol
Feel free to add on! To either mine or add your own!!! ALL THE KALEIDOSCOPE CONTENT!
#me when them actually#fable smp#fablesmpblr#fable smp headcanon#quixis fable smp#malitae fable smp#fable smp kaleidoscope
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Gilbert von Obsidian. I want to know the secret you're hiding. His POV.
Human greed and soft-heartedness are the cause of mistakes.
What is rotten cannot be restored.
If left unchecked, the rest would rot in a chain reaction.
So, I'm going to clean it up.
Wipe it clean, don't bring dirt into the world.
Gilbert: So? How were you guys going to turn on me?
There was a sea of blood.
The corpses of beasts, not only human beings, but also greedy beasts, are piled up on top of each other.
The only ones standing upright were me and the helper in the charcoal-black hood.
Picking up the sword lying on the ground, I slashed the only survivor, the beast, in the shoulder.
(Dirty.....)
Man: Oww... I... I don't know anything.
I cut the shoulder from the other side and kicked it to the slightly muddy ground.
Gilbert: Then you want me to guess?
Gilbert: You guys heard that the Beast the Conqueror has a "favorite" in Rhodolite.
Man: ....Aaah....
Gilbert: With her, the cold-blooded royalty might listen.
Gilbert: You give me back the title you deprived me of, and the woman will be safe and sound, I'll give her back to you... You were about to say something like that.
Gilbert: In your scary dreams you launched one of these parasites into Rhodolite, didn't you?
Man: Oww.... Help me....
Gilbert: Ahaha, you idiot...
Gilbert: ....Do you think you're allowed to breathe after messing around with my prey?
Ruthlessly swinging my sword.
Spatter stains clothes and face.
The beast didn't move anymore.
(Really... How many people I've killed.)
Exactly one year ago I was visiting in Rhodolite and met Miss Bunny.
The fact that we were good friends, if only for a short time, spread everywhere, and politicians deprived of their seats during the purges came for Miss Bunny.
(I knew it would happen back then.)
I drop my sword and walk through the pool of blood.
Gilbert: ...Roderich...Put it all away. It's a purge on the emperor's land.
Roderich: I'll tell Michael....
Gilbert: No need...
One of the agents in Rhodolite is now a regular at Miss Bunny's bookstore.
When "he" was not with Miss Bunny, he was always in charge of escorting the hare and solving any problems that arose.
(But now...)
Gilbert: ...I'm going to Rhodolite.
Roderich: I see. .... This is the first I've heard of it, though.
Gilbert: You're lucky you got to hear it.
Roderich: ........
Gilbert: Here's what I'm going to do...
While I'm gone, you'll look after yourself.
I left, ignoring the assistant, who couldn't find the words.
(I wonder if Miss Bunny is feeling well.)
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Waiter: Thanks for the wait. It's a birthday cake.
Meeting Miss Bunny for the first time this year, I realized that nothing has changed.
Under the pretext of "finding someone," I drive her around and get an unexpected surprise at the cafe we came to.
(I never thought you would remember my birthday.)
In front of me was a pure white cake decorated with sugar confectionery roses.
Gilbert: ...I knew you were secretly ordering something.
MC: It's your birthday, isn't it?
Gilbert: You remembered.
MC: In many ways I'll never forget it.
(Because I teased/mocked you last year.)
Since I used my birthday as an opportunity to drag Miss Bunny into a cauldron of anger, it should never be a good memory.
Gilbert: ...You never learn, do you?
Gilbert: Just like last year, I could betray you, right?
MC: Then please don't betray me. This cake is a masterpiece, right?
Gilbert: Ahahaha, are you going to use it as a bribe?
MC: That's not what I meant, but... at least let me celebrate your birthday in an honest way.
Gilbert: Hey, I feel sorry for you, partner.
(...As usual, you are so accomplished that I want to vomit...)
(I've exposed her to so much malice in the Court, even if only for a while, and I can't believe that it hasn't changed her at all.)
It's disgustingly rare.
I like her so much that I have to force myself to come and see her in this way.
Gilbert: But I will accept Miss Bunny's good will.
(I'm not going to use the celebration this year.)
I grabbed the fork I had in my hand and held it out to Miss Bunny.
MC: What's that for?
Gilbert: Just wait for "Yum"?
MC: ....I don't like it.
Gilbert: Oh, I have to tell you again, don't I?
(...She's worth the teasing.)
Miss Bunny, who had a frankly suspicious attitude, eventually took a piece of cake with her spoon and put it in my mouth.
(But the amount of harassment is so great that it's almost like being harassed.)
I'm enjoying the sweet taste.
MC: So, how was it?
Gilbert: One more bite.
(Last year, on my birthday, you always seemed to be wary of me, ...but this year, it doesn't seem that way.)
She's shy, worried, but acting/deciding.
(While Miss Bunny was in court, we became friends.)
(...Poor thing.)
With sincere sympathy, I continued to eat the cakes that were brought to me one by one.
Gilbert: I wasn't interested in sweets before, but I tasted them in Rhodolite.
Gilbert: Now I like sweets. It's your fault, isn't it?
MC: ...I'm glad you liked it.
(....Well, I guess it tastes better because you're here.)
When it comes to food, the people you spend time with are more important than the food.
A recent domestic dinner with the aristocracy tasted nothing at all, no matter how much I ate.
(That alone was already worth a visit to Rhodolite.)
(..... Well, I need to hurry up with my original business.)
Even when I was teasing Miss Bunny, my mind was always directed to the street. So I noticed it right away.
(The man I was looking for.... Found.)
Miss Bunny must have noticed it, too, and looked at me puzzledly, as if to ask: "What are you going to do?"
Gilbert: ...If you've finished your meal, let's go somewhere else.
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Bar.
A man was drinking alone.
MC: He's drinking alone?
Gilbert: Yes....He must be very lonely.
We sit in the blind spot while Miss Bunny drinks juice.
(Although I wanted to enjoy my birthday more.)
Miss Bunny breathes nervously.
She's not supposed to know anything about the circumstances, but she can guess with her keen intuition.
(It's about time for the medicine to kick in... let's get down to business.)
Gilbert: Hey, Miss Bunny. Have you noticed anything unusual around you lately?
Honest Miss Bunny had an answer on her face before she could put it into words.
Gilbert: If you have something to say, then say it.
MC: I think it's just my imagination, but sometimes I feel followed.
MC: On the way home from the bookstore... I turned around and there was no one there.
(It's not much better than third-rate when an amateur can sense your presence.)
Gilbert: Hey, is that a stalker?
MC: ...What do you think?
Gilbert: You really are adorable, aren't you?
MC: What?
Gilbert: Yeah, probably the kind of person who subconsciously puts all men down.
I said it with the utmost sincerity, but the little hare raised an eyebrow and made a difficult face.
(.....Too bad.)
Gilbert: It's okay. I don't think you'll ever feel the gaze again.
MC: Why?.....
MC: ....Oh....
Gilbert: Because you're my only catch/prey.... right?
Miss Bunny's body tilted as if something had broken.
I reached out so she wouldn't hit her forehead and gently lowered her face to the table.
(I bet you'll despise me when you wake up.)
(....Sorry/ Will you forgive me?)
I get up and have a conversation with the guest sitting next to me.
Gilbert: Just keep an eye on her.
Michael: I'll deal with "him..."
Gilbert: I want to do it.
I smiled, grabbing my cane.
As I trudged through the bustle, I put my hand on the shoulder of the "beast," who was drinking alcohol alone behind the counter.
Gilbert: I should let you know who you're trying to get.
When our gazes met, the beast dropped his glass and turned deathly pale.
Gilbert: ....The ex-count?
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The frightened beast took refuge in a deserted alley, so a "purge " was over quickly.
However, I can't go back to Miss Bunny in dirty clothes, so I go straight to the Court.
I could have stayed in my room, but I unconsciously went to the chapel because.
That's probably why it was unexpected, but I expected it.
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MC: Prince Gilbert... You are cruel.
When the chapel door opened and a faint light entered, the corners of my lips lifted unconsciously.
Gilbert: Ahaha, sorry?
(You may or may not have come... the odds were 50/50, but did you brave it?)
When I turn around, Miss Bunny raises her eyebrows and looks at me.
MC: Prince Gilbert, why did you put me to sleep?
Gilbert: Of course, because it wasn't convenient.
MC: What do you mean?
MC: Prince... Gilbert...
Fear, as if she suddenly realized something, appeared in her clear eyes.
Gilbert: ...Have you noticed? I changed my clothes properly.
(I'm sure it doesn't smell that bad, ...but maybe I'm just so used to it that I don't notice it.)
MC: What was wrong... with this man?
Gilbert: Some things are better left unsaid.
(You don't need to know anything.)
The fact that Miss Bunny is still haunted by a lot of evil people, she doesn't need to know that I keep eliminating that malice.
(I take advantage of the malice necessary for "judgment," but everything else is just a hindrance.)
Everything I wanted to hide was hidden behind my smile.
Gilbert: I paid you back for your good will, okay?
MC: ...Why did you involved me?
MC: If you were looking for someone, you could have done it alone.
Gilbert: Because it was my birthday.
Even if it sounds stupid, I mean it.
Having had a taste of last year's birthday, the bad guy came again this year.
MC: ...?
Gilbert: I'm here in Rhodolite to run some errands, so my time is limited.
Gilbert: If you didn't accompany me on my errands, I wouldn't be able to spend time with you.
Gilbert: I'm a bad guy. That's why I don't mind choosing to enjoy myself even if it hurts you.
MC: ......
Gilbert: I was waiting to see if you would get in, but I froze.
Gilbert: If that's all there is to it, I think I'll just go.
(I don't think you'll celebrate with me like this.)
Miss Bunny, looking frightened, hurt, and lost in emotion, closed her eyes.
I turned my back on that figure and walked toward the doorway.
(....... I think I was expecting too much, because this might be the last year.)
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*the sound of a cane on the stone floor*
Every time the sound is heard, Miss Bunny's presence disappears...
...It was destined to happen
Gilbert: What?
I feel heat on my back and stop.
When I turn around, Miss Bunny was clinging to me to stop me.
MC: Even though I told you not to betray me...you really are the worst.
Gilbert: No, I didn't promise not to betray you, did I?
MC: Yes, you did. ...I didn't really believe in it either.
Gilbert: Ahaha, you're smart, aren't you?
MC: Other than that, I'll also say...
MC: Happy Birthday...
(............)
(...Did you hear the voice of my heart?)
"Congratulations" Miss Bunny seeps into my cold body.
Gilbert: You have a heart of steel, don't you?
MC: No, it doesn't. It still hurts so much I feel like I'm going to vomit blood.
Gilbert: And you're celebrating me?
Gilbert: I may have just done as bad a job as you can imagine.
MC: I try to believe... only what I see.
MC: All I saw today was Prince Gilbert, who seemed to enjoy himself from start to finish.
MC: The feeling that you stopped in Rhodolite and wanted to meet me was genuine too, wasn't it?
Gilbert: ......
(Sounds like fun...)
(.....Oh, that's how it looked.)
MC: Even though he's a great villain, that feeling made me happy...
MC: I just wanted to congratulate you.
(You don't know anything about what I'm hiding.)
This is why I don't like beautiful/pure things.
Gilbert: ...In fact, you're so stupid I'm going to be sick.
(I know it's stupid, but ...... I'm glad I came to reach you under a weird pretext.)
For some reason my body seems warmer than usual.
Ms. Bunny was quiet for a moment, and then she opened her mouth, as if making up her mind.
MC: Prince Gilbert..... Who am I to you?
(That's sudden. Did someone say something to you? ....)
(But I can give you that answer in a minute.)
From the "old days" [!!??] to the present, the position of Miss Bunny has not changed.
Gilbert: .....Last hope, perhaps?
(Though the day will never come when you'll know the meaning of that word.)
Gilbert: By the way, by the looks of it, you're going to congratulate me, right?
I turned, slipped out of Miss Bunny's arms, and smiled as usual.
If she was going to celebrate, I wanted to blow off some of the gloom and doom.
Gilbert: How are you going to celebrate this year? Of course, you won't run away, will you...?
MC: Well, we just celebrated...
Gilbert: Birthday's not over yet, okay?
MC: What do you want?
Gilbert: I'm freezing.
When I spread my arms, Miss Bunny was clearly embarrassed.
But I'm not going to back down.
(You're wondering how this could be a birthday present?)
(But...it will.)
I stopped loving people a long time ago.
I don't love anyone now.
Even beasts like me sometimes lack warmth.
Only the brave and good-natured Miss Bunny can embrace the beast that is feared by all and even smells of blood.
(I wouldn't normally ask for this.)
After some hesitation, Miss Bunny frightenedly jumps on my chest.
(......Ah, it's warm.)
(Thank you, Miss Bunny.)
I wonder if the smile I got was a real laugh.
(I'll take good care of it as my "last present"...?)
Gilbert's Masterlist
#I'm crying...#I take it this is the end of the alternate story only the main route is next...#A sea of tears awaits us#ikemen prince#ikemen ouji#ikepri#ikepri translation#ikemen gilbert#ikemen prince gilbert#ikepri gilbert#gilbert von obsidian events#gilbert von obsidian
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bumblebees; Movie night surprise
I wanted to write something fluffy and relaxed
short and a inconclusive ending. not proof read either I was bored and decided to quickly write this
i really dont like this
Pairing-romantic/platonic-human reader
warnings- none
word count:452
You wanted to suprise bumblebee by having a movie night and since he cant quit fit in your living room you had to get creative
though drive in theaters technically still exist, you believe you found a better stand in for them.
you were able to get a pretty cheap projector no problem but it was finding a place that was secluded and comfortable were you could setup everything without it getting damaged that was the problem.
it took a few days of wandering around the woods and constant looking but you finally found the perfect spot, nice and secluded but big enough for bumble to comfortable relax, it also had a nice view of the stars through the trees. now you just had to step it all up without bee getting suspicious you were up to something which was easier said than done.
you packed everything you needed into a few bags, and asked one of you dearest friends if you could borrow their car, you really didn't need to get one since bee drove you everywhere but now you were seeing the down side to that. especially when you were packing up the car you could feel his confused stare burning into your head, you actually double checked just to make sure he wasn't following.
the setup was easier than expected, the hardest part had to be trying to figure out the projector. so you left it for last instead focusing on making the spot as cozy and pretty. you had hung fairy lights between the trees twirling a few around the trees trunks as well, you set a tarp down were all the blankets were going in hopes to keep them from getting wet or dirty after setting the tarp up you threw the blankets and pillows down deciding you'd focus on them later.
then the fun part setting up the projector, sitting down on the messy pile of blankets you stared down at the projector. you probably should have at least watched a few videos on it, whelp better later then never. after many failed attempted you finally got it, in your euphoria you failed to notice footsteps approaching. you were broken from your victory thoughts by a confused buzz, you spun around so quick you gave yourself whiplash. there in all his confused glory stood bee.
"you weren't supposed to see this yet-" was all you thought to answer with, you'd made sure he hadn't followed you, so how "- wait how'd you even find me?" you only got a shrug, which was worrying.
"buzz-beep"
"well it was supposed to be a surprise, SURPRISE!" you spread your arms out gesturing to your masterpiece.
"you ruined it" you dramatically sigh
#transformers x reader#transformers#bumblebee#bumblebee transformers#bumblebee x reader#transformer prime
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✎ 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍 / bsd smau
Fyodor Dostoevsky x GN!Reader
chapter 1, act iii. - masterpiece
SYNOPSIS -- While situation is being controlled by the hands of Osamu, you and Sigma share an interaction at the Library Azure with a clueless mind to the secretary’s plan. Unfortunately, the reunion lasts short as another duo faces you and Sigma—with a surprise you didn’t expect from Aude.
highly suggested to click here for summary of this smau first
yosano’s pov (left to right)
readers pov (left to right)
You didn’t know what was worse—that you received no reply from Sigma, or that the library suddenly felt more cramped with students.
You checked the time on your phone, 10:47 AM. Barely enough time to get to your lecture because you knew you’d be getting all lost in this maze of academic trivia. You had to get going, and fast.
Panicked, you turn your head around, but instead of being able to leave silently, you see Sigma making his way to you; trying to calm down an uneasy look on his face.
Your heart reeks the state of nervous—looking up at Sigma who just about failed to look so calm either.
"(Name), I'm.. really sorry. I know you don't want to physically talk to me yet, but," Sigma stops himself, his hand gesturing to yours that was holding onto the book page you were just reading. "We need to get out of here. May I take your hand? Please?"
You appreciated his politeness and consideration, however it wasn't enough for somebody like you to feel untainted from the situation. For one library out of many, who would ever think it'd suddenly more cramped?
Afraid of declining Sigma's urgency, you turn around to face him from your seat to soon nod, one hand hesitant to take his which was reaching out to yours.
Sigma hides the disquietude by smiling softly before he takes the initiative, taking your hand in his before he suddenly lifts you up to stand, only to then start practically jogging somewhere, presumably the exit.
Your eyes widen, hand tightly holding his while the people around you two drowns you. Well this was certainly unsettling. For a first day, you already had yourself running with your best friend.
"I’m sorry, (Name). I’m really sorry- we just need to be quick before they see us."
They?
Before your question was answered, you saw Sigma stop, causing you to do the same. Only crowds of eyes fill you both with attention as a gasp from Sigma can be heard, causing your heart to sink. In front of you stood two people, fuck, what’s going on?
"Mhm, why in a rush?" A woman in short black hair asks, tilting her head with… almost an entertained smile. "You two got a lecture at eleven?”
"Yosano." Sigma spoke, your ears registering that name quickly. Yosano? Yosano Akiko, Atsushi’s friend?
"Don’t forget about me, now~" A shorter boy chimed. You felt a mixture of expressions creep up on the crowds face as he posed with his hands on his hips, his smile so victorious it spread everywhere with his loud voice. For a library, he didn’t seem to care about interrupting silence. He looked- he looked awfully familiar too. "It’s such a wonder to see you, (Name)."
You felt Sigma’s fingers completely interlock with yours, not knocking like a good sign. But with the boy in front of you two knowing your name? You were only sure of one thing while Sigma spoke for you, "…Ranpo, How did you—"
"How do I know? What a typical question—I’m the president!" Ranpo cut off, his happy smile easy to drop into a more intimidating curve before he continued. "It’s impossible for me to not know even a single thing of this school."
His words weren’t so comfortable to hear, and you knew Sigma felt the same. With the fact that nobody else seemed to care about how noisy he is in a library? Was he really just a president here? And you thought meeting Edogawa in person would be a thrilling experience. This was certainly not a thrill you wanted.
"Ha, that look on your face is funny, (Name)." Ranpo’s returned smile turns into a smirk, his shoes tapping the wooden ground as he walked closer to you two. "But may I just note! How well you’ve got me surprised when I first heard about you!"
Practically feeling Sigma’s panic, he gently pulled you to make you step closer to him, your hand desperately squeezing on his as if that’ll make you both invisible from this situation. Eyes on you, president on you—what more could happen? "You know why? ‘Cause you’re… that’s right… you’re that person!"
But even if you two stayed silent and let the president walk close, he suddenly stopped. With a distance strangely uncomfortable, he stopped.
"You are the masterpiece."
a/n, sigma isn’t following atsushi on twt + there’s a reason why the two (sigma & reader) haven’t been receiving txts from atsushi. maybe next act will say, not sure when since the length of these posts change every edit i do hsjaha.
previous - act ii. want to misbehave?
next - act iv. what a misfortune,
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Case files 11.01
what I think happened in:
Case 11.01,
the case of "Ink in the Water"
or
"Dead men tell no tales."
Today we visit the old Padstow cemetery in Cornwell. Sat at the very edge of the cliffs, just a kilometre or two away from town of Padstow, the place offers breathtaking view of the Atlantic Ocean, surely appreciated by the many sailors of old interred here. Unlike its less scenic sister cemetery located off Newquay Road, this old burial ground hasn't seen any burials since beginning of 20th century, but until recently remained a local landmark.
The cliff erosion that had been slowly eating up the space over the years has finally reached the stage where integrity of the cemetery was threatened*, and Cornwall Council decided to relocate all dearly departed to a more secure quarters at Newquay. The job was appointed to a crew of local lads led by Gordon Alan Johnson, under supervision of David [last name unknown], a medical examiner. They regularly reported by email to Alison Leshi of the Cornwall Council.
The works started in the first days of 2020 (yikes) and progressed with little delay. It was determined that they could use heavy machinery everywhere except the patch nearest to the cliff edge, but Gordie was confident that they'd manage those last few graves just fine with shovels.
All was well for about a week, until January 12, when a suspiciously well preserved body was uncovered. An artful rendition of a sailing ship covered the dead man's back, and the fact that it remained intact and pristine raised concerns that it was, possibly, a modern-day murder victim buried on the sly.
While the controversial cadaver was carted off for closer scrutiny, Gordie and his crew were left to care for unconfirmed crime scene. ($)
The news must have spread, because within a day or two a curious individual came by. They didn't give their name, but we know them as Ink5oul. They apparently had somehow** identified the dead man's tattoo as work of Oscar Jarrett, (connected to Sutherland Macdonald)***, and wanted to take a look. They visited cemetery first, then started hanging around the examiner's office. Let's leave them there for now and go back to two local man who already did have a peek at the inked masterpiece
Around the time when the tatted body was uncovered, Gordie started noticing the sound of the waves getting… louder. Or maybe closer. So close he could even hear them in his dreams. He started re-examining photographs of the tattoo left by David and at some point his interpretation of the scene changed. At first glance it seemed hopeful, but now he saw that the sun was setting on the voyage, and there was something sinister lurking beneath the waves, giving chase. The waves kept getting louder, and Gordie so desperately wanted to know, what was hiding in the water?
Dr. David, meanwhile, had not just pictures, but the og tattooed body all to himself, and was in no hurry to let anyone else have it. We don't know what he heard or saw or dreamt when examining the ink, but we know how it ended. On January 15th David walked out to the cliffs and threw himself into the ocean below. His body hasn't been recovered. It's all right, though. The deep will care for his bones.
Few days later, on January 19/20, there was what appeared to be a break in at the examiner's office, and the contentious body disappeared****. Good ol' Gordie swore up and down that it wasn't him, and his frequent presence at the scene was just due to his fervent wish to see the corpse he was responsible for. He pointed fingers at Ink5oul and vowed to recover the body from them or die and kill trying.
Shortly thereafter his email account was deactivated/deleted.
Gordie's final fate remains unknown*****.
Final thoughts:
*A case could be made that the cemetery was at risk of toppling into the sea, because the sea was actively trying to get to The Body. This man belonged to the sea, not the earth, and was clearly marked as such. The sea was not having any of this ‘burial’ nonsense.
** I wonder how Ink5oul knew to come here. Did local news run the story of halted exhumations, and showed pictures of the tattooed body? Or did Ink5oul feel a great disturbance in the ink when the body was dug up?
*** What is the 'thing' with OJ and SM? Since Sutherland Macdonald (1860–1942) was a known tattoo artist irl, I think that Oscar Jarrett was either his competitor, student, or both. Also an og tattoo magic man.
**** Was there really a break in, or was it actually a break out? While it is believable that Ink5oul or other fan of OJ spirited the body away for worship or study, it is equally possible the 'body', freed from the confines of the grave, heard the call of the sea, woke up and walked out all on its own. Who knows, maybe we'll meet it somewhere down the line.
*****That only leaves the question, what happened to our friend Gordie? We know from Daria's case that Ink5oul was still operating in 2022, so presumably they didn't get killed or arrested in 2020. If Gordie indeed tried to confront them, it didn’t go in his favour. Maybe he died right there, in a small motel room, at the hands of a tattoo artist who was more than they seemed.
Or maybe, cursing and desperate, he found himself walking toward the cliffs, irresistibly drawn by the call of the waves. Maybe he got to find out what was waiting in the water.
#the magnus protocol#tmagp#tmagp case files#tmagp case 11.01#tmagp 11#Oscar Jarrett#Ink5oul#ep. written by Jonathan Sims#ep. written by J.S.+A.J.N#Oscar Jarrett is the new Jurgen Leitner Y/N?#(@)I briefly got possessed by Narrative Telephone Caduceus Clay in the middle there. I apologize for nothing.#I skipped over the hint of nepotism and the email-professionalism-drama because it’s not as interesting as the tattoo-centric drama.
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I Wish I Were… || TASM!Peter Parker x female!reader (Part 1)
Summary: You and Peter have been childhood friends, yet he doesn’t know how you really feel about him. When he falls for someone else, you use your musical talents as a way to express your feelings.
Word Count: 2.3k
Warnings: Angst, unrequited love (?)
A/N: Hi, everyone! This is my first fic ever, so please excuse the horrible writing. I’ve wanted to write this for so long now. I got the idea when I was listening to “Heather” by Conan Gray for the thousandth time that week. Obviously, I don’t own the song or its lyrics, so all credits go to the wonderful Conan Gray for that masterpiece. Also, this is not proofread, sorry lol
You look at the sight before you. Spread out over the vibrant green grass were several couples having a picnic for the most romantic day of the year—Valentine’s Day. As you continue to walk through the park with a coffee in one hand and a muffin in the other, you notice how there are couples everywhere. The more couples you see, the faster you walk towards your destination. Of course you would forget about Valentine’s Day. It was the one day that you wish you could just skip altogether because it only served as a reminder that you were a victim of unrequited love. You near your best friend’s apartment building, quickly approaching the main entrance and climbing up the stairs. You knock twice on his door and wait for his response.
“If it’s you, y/n, you better have a good excuse for being this late,” he says as he opens the door. How anyone could ever miss this man’s beauty was still a mystery to you. Over the course of your friendship, only a few people had expressed interest in him. Most only saw him as the awkward nerdy guy whose forte was science and photography, not as someone who was sweet, caring, passionate, and attractive. But you saw him for who he truly was; it was exactly what had made you fall in love with him. His chocolate brown eyes looked at you with a hint of playful annoyance.
“I’m sorry, I got distracted by how many people were at the park today,” you admit as you enter his apartment. “I don’t know why I’m always surprised to see so many couples at the park, especially on a day like today. I never understood the appeal of eating on the ground while bugs try to eat your food. If I ever go out with someone, a picnic is the last thing I would do for a date”
“Really? I would do it if I had a girlfriend,” Peter states, “I mean, there’s nothing better than enjoying the fresh air while eating your favorite food with your favorite person. I think it would be nice, don’t you think?”
“Well, now that you put it that way, I don’t think it would be that bad,” you say while you hand him his breakfast. He takes it from you and gives you an adoring smile, one that usually makes you lose your train of thought.
As you both sit on his couch, Peter takes a sip of his hot drink and starts to remove the plastic wrap from the muffin.
“Oh, by the way, I’d love to introduce you to Gwen. I’ve been talking to her for a few months now, and I’m telling you, this girl is special,” he says as he takes a bite of the small domed cake. As he chews on the muffin, you notice how hard he’s trying to contain his smile.
That’s when it hits you—all those months of him canceling plans you had made together and ignoring your calls and texts suddenly made sense. He had been with her the whole time.
He doesn’t notice how your face falls as he says this. Instead, he continues by telling you all about this special girl. “There’s this fair that’s opening today. I know we made plans tonight to watch Back to the Future, but wouldn’t it be more fun for all three of us to go to this fair? That way you can meet her and we can hang out too. It’s a win-win situation, don’t you think?”
You drop your gaze, fearing that he could see the pain in your eyes.
“Yeah, sure. I need to go run some errands before we go out tonight. I’ll see you there, alright? Enjoy the muffin, bug boy,” you say as you rise and head towards the door.
As you walk down the stairs, you begin to question whether agreeing to meet Gwen was a good idea. Would you be able to handle seeing the two of them together, giving each other small smiles as they flirt back and forth? It probably wouldn’t be that bad, right? You’ve seen a few girls hit on Peter in the past. Even when he did flirt back, you always managed to suppress your jealousy, never letting it show on your face. You walk down the street, hoping that you had enough willpower to get through the night without breaking down.
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As you approach the loud, vivid, and colorful scene before you, the sight of your favorite person holding the hand of a beautiful blonde catches your eye.
“Hey y/n!” Peter says as he sees you. He lets go of her hand and gives you a quick hug, almost as if he were afraid to touch you. “This is Gwen Stacy. And Gwen, this is y/n. We’ve been friends since the third grade. This one here was the only one that stood up for me when all those other kids made fun of me.”
“Yeah well, someone had to stop them from harassing the smartest and most kindhearted kid in our grade,” you answered as you and Peter gave share a small smile.
“That’s so sweet, I’m glad you guys remained friends after all these years,” the blonde says as she smiles brilliantly at you. All you could think about was how pretty and kind she seemed. It made sense why Peter had taken such interest in her.
“Well, what are we waiting for? Let’s go play some games!” he says as he pulls both of you toward the ring toss stand.
To no one’s surprise, Peter easily wins the game. As the employee hands Peter his prize, he looks at Gwen and says, “It must be nice to have a boyfriend to win you all the prizes you want, huh?” as he smiles at her.
“Yeah, I’m a lucky girlfriend indeed,” she says as grins at Peter.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you guys were officially dating,” you sputtered out.
“Well, it just happened a few minutes before you got here, actually,” Gwen beams at Peter. They smile at each other, Peter’s gaze going from Gwen’s lips to her eyes. He turns to look at you.
“Remember that blue sweater that I love so much? Well, when she mentioned she was cold, I gave her the sweater with a note on its front pouch,” he says as he reaches into his back pocket and shows you the note.
Property of Peter Parker.
Only the most special, gorgeous, and lovely girl is allowed to wear this sweater.
Will you be my girlfriend?
Until that moment, you had never experienced what true heartbreak felt like. Sure, you had moments of jealousy and sadness when you watched Peter flirt with other girls, but nothing could ever compare to what you are feeling now. You feel a tightness in your chest, making the air feel like razor blades moving through you. Your eyes welled with tears as you try to hold them back.
“That’s so sweet. I’m so happy for you guys,” you reply in a mumble as you look down to the ground. Peter gives you a smile and turns to Gwen, putting the note in his back pocket and leading her toward the other games.
You knew Peter expected you to follow them, but it was all becoming too much for you to handle. Afraid of letting Peter see just how devastated you are, you turn on your heel and rush toward the street. As he turns to look for you, he sees you quickly walking through the crowd before losing sight of you.
“Where’s y/n, Peter?” Gwen says as she, too, looks around to find you.
“I’m not sure,” he whispers in confusion as he pulls out his phone and calls you. It goes straight to voicemail. Little did he know, you had turned off your phone as soon as you had gotten into the cab. Peter’s worry for you grew, his brow furrowing in confusion. You had never acted this way, after all. What could have possibly triggered you so much that would make you do this?
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You sit by your bedroom window, staring into the distance. New York City at night was beautiful; the countless lights in the buildings made you wonder about life. At times like these, it would suddenly hit you that each of those lights came from someone’s home and that each person had a life full of love and heartbreak; full of happiness and anger. They had their ups and downs, their own heart-rendering and joyful experiences. They were the main character in their own life, just like you were the main character in your own life. You wonder about the lives of the people in those buildings. Have they ever experienced heartbreak like yours? Did they know what it was like to love someone so deeply, know their deepest secrets, and yet only be able to love them from afar? Did they know what it was like to care so deeply for someone with the most dangerous job in New York City? While most could understand what heartbreak felt like, none could possibly understand exactly what you were going through. After all, there was only one person that knew Peter’s secret.
Even though you had supported Peter through every difficult moment—from comforting him while he grieved for his uncle to patching him up every time he came to your apartment after his patrols—you still weren’t enough for him, you think. It was all becoming overwhelming. You yearn desperately for relief from what seems like never-ending torture. You want to talk to someone about this, but doing so would require you to reveal Peter’s secret. Betraying your best friend like that was out of the question. No matter how much pain you are in, you know your secrecy is vital to his safety. While you know you’re doing the right thing, you have never felt as alone as you do now. You turn back to face your room, desperate to find a way to stop feeling so emotionally suffocated. While you may not be able to tell Peter how you really feel about him, using music is the perfect way to vent your frustration and hurt.
You quickly stand up from your bed, grabbing your songbook on your way out. You exit your bedroom and head towards your little music corner by the living room window. Flipping through the pages as fast as you can, you feel the sharp edge of a page cut your skin. Dropping the songbook, you cradle your hand instinctively. You look down at it, noticing how the small drops of blood emerge from the wound and meet the surface of your skin.
Huh, you think to yourself, I guess this is what I get for being so naive. I don’t know why I even thought Peter would ever look at me as someone more than a friend. Maybe the universe thought emotional pain wasn’t enough.
You gather yourself, knowing that concentrating on playing your music would take some of that pain away. Not the physical pain caused by the papercut, of course. But perhaps singing your heart out would bring some relief to your broken heart. As you carefully continue flipping through the pages and ignoring the stinging sensation on your finger, you find the song you had been working on for the past few years.
A song inspired by seeing your best friend with other girls, secretly hoping that you could be in their place. Though you hadn't finished writing the lyrics on your songbook, you were sure that it would still help nevertheless. Seeing Peter and Gwen together that night made you realize that you could never be her. You could never be what he not only wanted but needed. It was enough to inspire the rest of the lyrics for that song.
You turn to face your keyboard and begin playing. You start to sing softly, hoping that it would help you keep your tears at bay.
Only if you knew how much I liked you
But I watch your eyes as she
Walks by
What a sight for sore eyes
Brighter than the blue sky
She’s got you mesmerized while I die
As you continue to sing with more passion, you become unaware of the sound coming from your fire escape—the sound of feet hitting the metal, the sound of someone knocking on your bedroom window and opening it, and the sound of footsteps behind you. Peter walks quietly towards you, afraid of startling you. But as he listens to your voice, he begins realizing what the song is really about. He recognizes the details, feeling his heart skip a beat as he begins putting the pieces together: you being so distant that day, seeing your features twist in pain as he mentioned how he had given Gwen his favorite sweater, the one that he had allowed you to wear for years.
But you like her better
I wish I were…
Just as Peter is about to touch you, a sob escapes you, letting your shoulders drop in defeat.
Peter had never seen you in such pain. Guilt begins to gnaw at him. He turns his back on you and walks swiftly to the window, knowing full well that he needed to think things through before talking to you. As he prepares himself to swing toward his apartment, he hears your broken whisper, “I wish I could be enough for you, Pete.”
That day, Peter Parker—your childhood best friend and the person you loved the most in this world—was the one to cause your first heartbreak.
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Please let me know if you’d like a part 2! <3
Part 2
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Todays rip: 09/07/2023
Story of Undertale
Season 5
Featured on: SiIvaGunner's Highest Quality Rips: Volume D
Ripped by Jamangar
youtube
Something I've expressed a lot of fondness for over the course of this blog is when rips..."escalate", so to speak. A lot of fantastic SiIva rips are simple in a way that's quite easily conveyed, and usually do what they want to achieve within just one loop. The meme medleys and fusion collabs are of course the obvious examples of rips that go against this: Changing styles althroughout their runtime to reflect a plethora of different jokes and different collaborators' styles of arranging. Yet sometimes, gold can be found in the most unexpected places.
Like often is on SiIva, the source of today's rip is coated in irony - an infamous Undertale parody called "UNDERTALE THE MUSICAL". Rather than being an actual "musical", the original video is a crudely animated parody of Lady Gaga's Bad Romance, depicting a genocide run of the game to the tune of middling autotuned vocals. Being a gaming music video on Undertale, its made its way smoonthly into algorithms of gaming Youtube everywhere, ticking all of the boxes in a way similar to how the Minecraft Parody "Revenge" did way back when. Whilst Revenge lives happily ín our minds as a well produced encapsulation of the time it was uploaded in, UNDERTALE THE MUSICAL serves as a reminder of what kids' gaming youtube really looks like.
With that in mind, Story of Undertale - named after the first line said in the original parody - had everything needed for its success story lined up ahead. Its source, an audio that had spread online like wildfire and infesting Undertale fans the world over with or without their consent. Its ripper, Jamangar, is an absolutely legendary ripper for Undertale rips in particular, with a track record including the fan favorite, 600K-views-on-YouTube, End Point. All that was left then was the rip itself, and Jamangar went absolutely above and beyond.
Due to the channel's standard expectation of most rips not having visuals, rips such as Story of Undertale come with an interesting challenge to overcome: How do you convey the escalation present in the source's animation, without actually featuring any visuals? As UNDERTALE THE MUSICAL depicts a runthrough of the entire game, so too does Story of Undertale. Only here, its entirely by audio. Undertale's distinct themes are used as baselines for every different segment of the rip - The opening plays Once Upon a Time, followed by the first verse using Enemy Approaching and Fallen Down to reflect the beginning of the game, followed therafter by Nyeh Heh Heh and Snowdin Town to reflect the player exiting the ruins and meeting Papyrus and Sans for the first time. Its a perfect play-by-play speeding through the game's key audio moments in seconds, punctuated by the use of the Start Menu theme just after the moments I just described - the moment in which the player in UNDERTALE THE MUSICAL chooses to go down a genocide path.
The entire rips continues this way, excellently rearranging Bad Romance in every imaginable part of Undertale's soundscape in rough chronological order of their appearance. Through both the original Bad Romance's escalation and this everchanging evolution in sound, the joke never gets old: It refreshes itself faster than you can process, and keeps being an absolute bop throughout. Despite most people viewing UNDERTALE THE MUSICAL with distain, Jamangar was able to perfectly wield that attachment into an absolute masterpiece.
#todays siivagunner#season 5#siivagunner#siiva#Jamangar#undertale#story of undertale#deltarune#toby fox#bad romance#lady gaga
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Current thoughts: Dick and Jay and the intricacies of their aggressions. Because they're not hostile (not anymore) but there's still a bite to each smile and nails in each hold, and it's not because they don't feel safe but they're just so overwhelmed and overstimulated in each other that they just have to have some sort of grounding.
It comes with Dick saying "ill take care of you" and it stays when the older man presses in, spreading himself everywhere until hes all that Jason can see and feel. Dick presses into Jason's space, soft touches - almost healing - reverently smoothing his hands over his bruises and holding him tight - tight - tight and Jason thinks he might just turn into electricity with all the tingling under his skin so he bites. Not hard but enough to startle Dick for a while and he just watches Jason who has a flushed face - spreading ear to neck and further - sink teeth into his forearm in an almost adorable display of vulnerability with a wicked grin.
Or when Jason tries to take care of Dick in his “your the world” way, because seeing Dick in that loving light is just so easy for Jason- as easy as breathing - it takes Dicks own breath away. The way he follows without a thought, pushes gently at his cheek, his foot, his hands - not quite a hold but enough to say i'm here- never far -always for you. It makes something warm envelop him until because Jason is so soft- and he might melt out of his skin and cling onto whatever Jason gives him so he has to gain SOME sort of control and he just sort of manhandles Jason. He’s not harmful but it's enough to have Jason grasping at air and anything he can get his hands on to try and settle himself and Dick just sorta treats him like he's pocket sized.
And maybe Dick grows fond of pushing Jason until his boy has to bite down and leave his little marks on his skin - and maybe Jason chases the thrill of the safety he never knew in being overpowered by his Robin- but they don't have to tell.
askjherofntfewo this one got so long im so sorry :,,,)
This is the epitome of indulgence; I've been so thoroughly spoiled. Anon~ you write so beautifully ahhhhhhh this is an actual gift, a masterpiece; I want to read it forever (along with your other ask(s), honestly LOL). Ffffffff I've never felt so understood in my dickjay preferences, but Anon you get me. ( ॢ ´ U `͈ॢ)･*♡ Thank you so much for sharing these lovely thoughts ahhhhhhhh I can't wait for everyone else to read them and bask in the glory; amazing!!
Ybb's two cents under the cut (jk everything got moved beneath a cut?) because all I've got is scattered imaginings inspired by the above I'm a;oifja;woiejfaiowejf !! Fair warning that it's not nearly as eloquent as the above lol. Idk if I kept with the beautiful theme of the intricacies of aggressions, but there is...
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Overwhelmed!Jason is my everything (next to maiden!Jason). Just the way his breath would catch in his lungs, an audible stutter that he would bite back behind clenched teeth and try to swallow down only for it to claw its way back out of him - almost a sob for how broken it sounds. And Dick - it does more than take his breath away to hear something so vulnerable and wanton; it makes his heart race and stutter and skip. It makes him feel too warm, too endeared, too much. He would smile though, all teeth and bite. Sometimes playfully ornery about it or impishly teasing and always, always bewitched. There's nothing more alluring than the rise and fall of Jason's chest, that sign of life.
Only that's a lie, because just as captivating is the way Jason falls apart just by being touched (by him - by Dick alone), the way Jason taunts and challenges and torments Dick until Dick pushes back and then Jason smiles. Wicked and devastating and wonderful.
For as blunt as Jason's nails are, Dick's skin is all raised welts from the drag of them; moon-shaped crescents from where Jason's nails dig in. And to match, Jason's body is a constellation of bruises - the black and blue of fingertips, the wine-color of open-mouthed kisses.
They would both shudder at the residual ache of it all, those phantom sensations. Jason with mapping out where Dick's hands fell on him, held him, loved and adored and revered him. And Dick, marveling raised lines that fade too soon. Scratching over them with a sort of fond affection before covering them, hiding them away (or purposefully showing them off, oh my).
The manhandling, the biting; the thrill of overpowering and being overpowered. It's flirtatious, sure. More than that - it's trusting. It's fun. It's connecting in a way that lets them understand each other better than they've ever understood one another before. Raw and honest; terrifying, only not. It's addicting.
Offhand thoughts: the graze of Dick's teeth over Jason's nape as Jason bites down on Dick's hand. Jason (big, small; it doesn't matter) so overwhelmed by too many points of contact that he digs his teeth in, breath catching in that way that makes Dick's heart race, his blood sing.
That's all I got for now, anon~ I'll get to your other ask when I have some more time (I love it!!). Thank you again for spoiling me with such indulgent thoughts; they're ~ s t u n n i n g ~ ( ∩ˇωˇ∩)♡
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dragonflight is a masterpiece so far btw. it is so charming and beautiful, and im having so much fun. the world itself and the characters in it have always been my favorite part of wow, and dragonflight definitely delivers on the exploration theme of the xpac. so many wonderful little side quests make the world feel vibrant and alive and every npc, no matter how minor, feels like a unique character with a history and a family. i absolutely love the amount of props and doodads spread throughout that make habitats feel lived in, cities and towns populated, and add to the overall landscape. paintbrushes, teapots, baskets, rugs, cooking tools, books and letters, potted plants—these are some of the reasons suramar felt like a real lived-in city in legion, and why boralus and dazar’alor had so much color and life. the differences in architecture and all of these cultural assets further flesh out the races we meet in the dragon isles, and feel natural to their environments and lifestyles. further environmental details like all the flower clusters on the plains, the kelp and chunks of ice in the floes, the bright lichen and fungi in the zones with decay give the land itself even more identity and character. it’s all gorgeous, imbued with love, and most of all, alive.
it feels like wotlk in many ways, and not just because the tuskarr are here: the threat is formidable and present, but manageable, perceptible, domestic. the lich king was a threat, and his touch was felt everywhere, but there was still a visible and familiar world all around us worth saving. the land felt old and new at the same time. the dragon isles seem to borrow from this ethos and have rolled everything players loved about wotlk into the new zones. the azure span is by far the most “mini northrend” of all these: a pine forest that slopes from autumnal down to wintery lowlands and arctic shores, topped off with a nyckelharpa soundtrack. considering that the main antagonists of dragonflight are the primalists who want to throw the elements into chaos, it makes sense that there is so much focus on the beauty of the natural world and the order needed to maintain it.
the story is cohesive and woven so well into preexisting lore. so many names and places are being dropped that haven’t been talked about since the original rts games and their books, and it’s nice to see the return of so many old faces. even the most minor npcs are someone’s favorite, and it’s been a blast seeing all the cameos of characters from previous expansions, some even as far back as tbc and vanilla. i’m not big on dragons or their lore, but as a longtime fan i can palpably feel the influence of other longtime fans on the development and structure of the story. terran gregory’s hype alone on twitter feels like the metzen days where he is genuinely excited for others to enjoy the expansion and “geek out” alongside him.
mechanics-wise im really loving the expanded professions; professions are one of my original loves in wow, and it’s been a thrill to return to the days where being a tailor meant i could craft gear that was actually useful. i like the specializations too and their mini talent trees; it’s been fun coordinating with other people in the guild to see who will prioritize what so we can cover all the bases. this might be an unpopular opinion, but i love the explosion of reagents, especially things like meat and plant and animal parts; it feels better to craft something where you can trace it back to where it came from, versus the esoteric gold-sink reagents of shadowlands that called for things like “orboreal shards” and “progenitor essence”. it was more thematic for the xpac, yes, but as a matter of preference it feels more productive to skin an animal and be able to loot meat, skin, and fur or feathers from it. not to mention the profession equipment is a cute, immersive touch that adds more personality and identity to crafting, and it’s given major boosts to “secondary” professions of fishing and cooking (my favorites in any video game). my top priority, of course, is that the cooking recipes in dragon isles are cute and silly and sound delicious, which sold me on dragonflight from minute one.
anyway, i’m having fun. i hope the rest of you guys are too. i have both laughed out loud and cried during several different quests and i’m still not even finished with the main campaign storyline (i’m trying to get there though... i want world quests!!). this is wow that feels like wow without relying on the faction war to do so, which is new territory for me. the truce is tenuous, but not on the shores of the dragon isles. it feels amazing. i want to avoid saccharine words like “wholesome”, so all i can say is that the love is definitely there. there is love and hope in dragonflight, which is all i have ever wanted, and gotten, from wow.
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Rarepair Tag Game
Thank you @danpuff-ao3 for the tag! This was really fun 😍
Rules: List the top rarepairs that you like outside of your OTP, and why you ship it! (Criteria for what makes a rarepair is up to your own discretion.) tagging anyone who wants to do this, maybe @lqtraintracks and @writcraft if you feel like it?
Harry/Teddy
This ship has been a long-standing guilty pleasure fave ever since I’ve read the amazing When It Alteration Finds by the Hardy champion @lqtraintracks, many years ago. Shipping Starker (MCU) in 2019 made my love for Harry/Teddy come back even stronger because I can trace so many similarities between both ships (besides the obvious age gap). Pretty much like Tony and Peter, Harry and Teddy are war orphans whose paths wouldn’t necessarily cross only they did, and the mentor/father figure combo can lend itself to so many interesting narratives, both tender and angsty which is my ultimate jam. This was my very first ship that didn’t have the antagonist component - on the contrary, this brand of romance is even more heartbreaking because they’re so so seriously devoted to each other. They could have been best friends to lovers if not for the whole godfather+ age gap problematique but it makes the ship even more compelling to me. I love the guilt, the want, the inevitability of them falling into bed then hurting through the complications before finally getting together. My favorite fics include (you guessed it!) everything LQT has written especially Beneath a Foreign Moon and Coming Up for Air, plus the stunning Surface Texture by @the-starryknight.
Ron/Draco
I would never have considered this ship if I hadn’t stumbled upon the brilliant A Fine Foray into Fashionable Fellatio by @wellhalesbells - a masterpiece that remains my all-time favorite Dron fic because it finally opened my eyes to their sexual and emotional potential as a ship on its own, outside of Drarry’s shadow. Ron is such a fascinating character, so very different from Harry in his strengths and vulnerabilities, which makes his dynamics with Draco very unique and 100% different from Drarry fics. It’s a delight to see him as a protagonist, I love his sense of humor and I find the idea of exploring what brings him and Draco together (besides being tall Purebloods with strong feelings for Harry 😏) and what pulls them apart when it comes to wealth/status difference very refreshing and compelling. Lokifan handles it masterfully! Now, I might have come for hung!Ron smut, but I stayed for the feels. In the past year I’ve become more emotionally attached to this ship especially as dragon tamer pals thanks to the superb Dreaming Skies by @sweet-s0rr0w and @tackytigerfic and more recently, to a Dronarry gem that’s really a love letter to Dron, The Sun, Shining Above You by @oknowkiss
Ron/Harry
Young Liv couldn’t care less for “friends to lovers” but now that I’m older and mellow, those dynamics are slowly but surely working their way inside my heart. Gosh, I’m so soft for Rarry! I love the idea of them experimenting together as young and traumatized teenagers, and there’s something poetic and right about Harry falling in love with his first and best friend. My heart aches when I remember that Ron was Harry’s most precious person during the Tournament’s 2nd task, being with each other just feels right. Love me some confused pining, domesticity and slight possessiveness /jealousy for them, especially in a scenario where Draco’s involved (yes I am also here for the Dronarry agenda). My first contact with this ship was through Golden Trio fics and the catharsis of comfort sex during the Horcrux Hunt; it was the easiest thing to slide into Rarry afterwards. Now I see them everywhere and am low-key spreading the word among my most skeptical friends (@writcraft is probably thinking “wdym you were shipping them in my Drarry fic???”). If anyone’s curious about this ship or wants a break from enemies to lovers I strongly rec the darling Sun Kissed by @static-abyss,the angsty Prelude and Fugue by shes_gone, this hot af Kinkuary by iota the exquisite Silhouettes by @sweet-s0rr0w
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The role model of K-pop boy bands, the eighth light of SHINee
Until the early 2000s, Korean popular music critics ignored idols. again. They have been denigrating idols for the reason that most of them sing songs given to them by others and dance to them after being obsessed with the old obsession that 'if you are an artist, you have to write and sing your own songs yourself'. This was a fragmentary illusion, like a film critic claiming that a work can only be completed with the director's script and directing. Even though there can be no masterpiece without the actors' passionate performances, they insisted that 'art' would be established even without them. In the past, critics were not interested or did not know how much the charm of the story and the image that spreads from the performance including singing and the existence of the members themselves had a great meaning to the audience. Even so, the fact that they always take care of only Seo Taiji and Lee Hyundo (Deuce), who can be seen as the starting point of K-pop idols, comes from the absoluteness of the value standard for such singer-songwriters.
It was for that reason that the main character of this article, SHINee's Jonghyun, submitted 'Odd Eye' as evidence to prove that he 'don't make' a song for SHINee in the past, not that he couldn't make it. Of course, there are still some critics who look down on idol music, but no one is brave enough to say that idol music, collectively known as K-pop, is no longer worthy of criticism. Excluding the bitter reality where the person who said that gayo is not even music acts as a 'leader of K-pop' everywhere, K-pop has now become a global phenomenon that pop music critics should know about even if they don't like it.
When it was limited to boy bands, now it has become the 'BTS world' without everyone, but in fact, SHINee was the team that made idol music seriously treated by the savvy critics. SHINee broke the noses of noble nobles who usually dismissed idol music as being lighthearted, with their R&B debut number 'You're So Pretty'. Most of all, SHINee was well-equipped with their high-level live skills, so the group that tried to catch fault with it had no choice but to feel embarrassed from the start. In addition, it cannot be denied that the fact that the premise of SHINee's music was "idol music that can be played" was also a factor that made some critics lose their fighting spirit. Shinee, who appeared 15 years ago at a time when Lee Soo-man had to introduce another boy band with "the latest version that has been innovatively upgraded", has "innovatively upgraded" the entirety of K-pop. And the long intro of the first regular album, 'The SHINee World (Doo-Bop)', was the beginning. "Accept it, now it's SHINee's world." The team name SHINee means 'the one who receives the light'. It was a name that fully contained Lee Soo-man's wish to grow into a group that receives the spotlight on stage. Onew, the 18-year-old eldest, was the leader, and 14-year-old Taemin was the youngest. SM’s boy band, introduced three years after Super Junior came out and Girls’ Generation debuted one year after, was born to dominate and represent the K-pop market.
SHINee was introduced as a 'contemporary band for middle and high school students' when they debuted. SM explained that the term, which was somewhat unfamiliar in the idol world, "refers to a team that presents and leads current trends in all areas of music, dance, and fashion." And that definition was also a prediction of SHINee's future. They are 'Love Like Oxygen', a remake of Martin's 'Show The World' and Corbin Bleu's 'Deal With It', 'Ring Ding Dong', 'Sherlock', 'Sherlock' and 'Juliet'. It evolved into a shell like 'Dream Girl' and became full-fledged by developing the level of music of the K-pop scene. In an interview 10 years ago, Bang Si-hyuk said, "I really want to work with a team like SHINee at least once." Regardless of whether you like it or not, SM and SHINee were the first guides who turned the steering wheel of K-pop into the path of artistry and commerciality that were said to be difficult to enter. SHINee, who showed a hybrid tendency mixing other genres with pop 10 years before Stray Kids, was the first domestic boy band loved by critics and the public alike.
However, even though SHINee was always the best, they couldn't be everyone's best. At the time of their debut, the majority of female fans were in their teens and 20s (female fans in their 20s and 30s now), but their popularity and influence did not reach 'home'. In other words, while BTS, which topped the Billboard album and single charts, became a presence that can be discussed through terrestrial news and various current media, and is talked about by all families, regardless of generation, SHINee did not. This was a situation that arose when K-pop's marketing point had become 'exaltation of national prestige'. Even though she swept various rookie awards at the same time as her debut, SHINee could have experienced this difficult atmosphere since she was unable to stand up to the strongholds of Wonder Girls and Big Bang, who were emerging as 'national representatives' at the time. In fact, they were the first in Asia to enter Abbey Road Studios, where world-renowned artists such as The Beatles and Pink Floyd went through, and have laid a mat for the globalization of K-pop step by step. It seemed bitter irony that they had to give up their national recognition to a junior boy band that topped the charts. To say that luck is also skill is too harsh for SHINee, who has pioneered her luck with her skills.
Even so, SHINee was not discouraged. They decided and knew the way they were going, and they continued walking. Even when they faced a major crisis due to the tragedy of 2017, they proudly released their 6th album with 3 mini albums added. Two years later, with the 7th album 'Don't Call Me' featuring 'Heart Attack' and 'CØDE', SHINee declared the team's long run. Then, another 2 years passed, and the 8th album came out. The eighth album 'Hard' was a signal that SHINee's light did not go out. This rare sight of a 15-year-old boy band covering a trend with a trend seems like a beacon that suggests where idol groups after SHINee can reach, or where to go, when they don't let go of their music. 'HARD', where retro beats and trendy textures become one under the shade of hip-hop, and the groovy funky style of '10X', which is their strength, are the bright lights of that lighthouse. Befitting those who have reached an ideal agreement between musical genres based on the beautiful chords of group vocals and the stable vocalizations of individual vocals, the album does not rush in that way and moves little by little into the realm of more than a standard work. From 'Identity' to 'Sweet Misery' and 'Insomnia', the journey that becomes more solid sounds like an assertion that the members' desires as artists who want to become legends in music and as a team are never in vain.
SHINee broke the industry standard that an idol group's lifespan is 7 years at most by extending it twice as long. They are still being talked about as a boy band representing K-pop for 15 years, while staying abreast of trends and marketing through constant concerns about content (music) and platforms. The "too great absence" of the late Jonghyun, who loved Michael Jackson, D'Angelo, and Neptunes, is clearly a major loss for the group, but without Onew, who went on hiatus with a visibly thin figure, only the three of them could hold concerts and promote their 8th album. It's a reality that needs to be dealt with, but after listening to the 8th album, I have a hunch that there is a higher chance that all those worries will be unfounded. "It's about not losing your original intention. SHINee doesn't know how to not work hard." Now, fans have no choice but to believe in Minho's promise.
~ Seongdae Kim - IZE Magazine
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Balan Wonderworld TV Show Summaries (Season 2)
Here are the summaries for Season 2. Hope you all like these!
That's Gotta Sting!: Lance's new Scorpion-based Negati turns out to have a mean sting when it suddenly attacks Haoyu.
Cold As Ice: Iben suddenly comes down with a strange illness that causes her to slowly turn to ice. Can the others find a way to cure her before it's too late?
Lance The Babysitter: Because of Balan's busy schedule, Lance has to look after Leo, Emma, Yuri, Haoyu, and Cass. What could possibly go wrong?
Missing Masterpiece: One of Lucy's artworks suddenly goes missing. Will she be able to find in time for the exhibition to open up?
Who Did It?: Someone had broken something of Balan's… and everyone is a suspect!
Reala And The Mask: Reala finds a strange mask that would grant him intimidating abilities to achieve his goals… Little does he know that the mask has its own intentions…
Hairy Situation: No matter how much Balan brushes them, the Tims keep on shedding hair everywhere. Surely, there's an explanation for this, right?
Fury Of The Firefighter: When Sana reveals that someone tried to hurt her, Eis decides that he wants to give this perpetrator a piece of his mind.
Laundry Day: What starts out as a peaceful day to wash clothes suddenly turns into one of silly fights and complaints after the clothes get mixed up.
No Visitors Allowed!: Balan makes it crystal clear to Leo, Emma, and the Inhabitants that only one location in Wonderworld is off-limits. What could Balan possibly be hiding?
I Have No Ide-ya: During her visit to the Night Dimension, Emma loses all of her Ideya. With the help of NiGHTS, she must retrieve them all before Wizeman gets his hands on them.
A Scent In Need Is A Scent Indeed: A new perfume is recently released. But the moment ladies apply this scent on, their personalities drastically change. Can the group find out what's actually happening?
Leo And The Money Heist: Rumors of a planned money heist have been spreading around Leo's neighborhood. Leo doesn't believe it one bit…until he finds a suitcase full of money that belongs to the bank…
It Takes A Lullaby To Defeat A Nightmaren: NiGHTS discusses with the group about her idea on stopping Reala, one that requires using a lullaby. Will their plan actually work?
May The Best Singer Win: When Haoyu drinks a potion that gives him incredible singing ability, he soon finds himself having tough competition with jealous singers.
Wizeman's "Perfect" Date: Wizeman reluctantly tries his hand at dating a dream goddess. Things don't go well as not only do their personalities clash, but the goddess becomes motherly towards his Nightmarens.
I Accidentally Shrunk The Maestros!: Cal's attempt of performing a magic spell goes awry as he accidentally shrinks the maestros to the size of action figures. Can the group find a way to reverse the spell?
Dear Diary: Iben's diary suddenly goes missing. Will she be able to find it before someone reads her personal thoughts?
NiGHTS's Day Out: NiGHTS decides to go explore the Waking World. But a certain Nightmaren General has something to say about it.
(Not) Feline Friendly: Cass's new pet sitter doesn't seem so fond of cats. And it's quite obvious that her cat doesn't like the pet sitter…
Beneath The Surface: Fiona is strangely forbidden from swimming in a certain ocean all because it's "dangerous". Surely, nothing's lurking there, right?
(Don't) Let It Grow!: Jose discovers strange seeds in his farm and decides to plant them. Unaware of the fact that Balan got rid of them for a good reason…
What do you guys think of these?
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