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raylex · 3 months
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this is what it feels like to be a selfshipper
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drk0201nb · 5 months
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i can't afford a therapist sorry
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jrueships · 8 months
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so THIS is the cause of diggs's beef with allen.... WE HAVE FOUND THE ANSWER !
diggs after refusing his gemini moonness then inputting his dob, time, and location into the zodiac finder analyzer website thing: omg JOSH can you BELIEVE we both share a GEMINI 🤯⁉️⁉️ that is CRAZY!!!! but i CANT be.. it HAS to be wrong!!!.. right? right? you're a gemini, you should know all about gemininess! it's crazy, right! right!! YOU KNOW GEMINIS, JOSH! YOU ARE GEMINI MAN!!!!
Josh, trying to deal with yet another miserable, heartwrenching playoff loss: idc
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hOW CAN YOU NOT CARE ABOUT zODIACS, i HATE you you STUPID FUCKING GEMINI!!!!!!!!!1!1!11!1!!1!!!!
#ugh this is sooooo gemini of himmm omgggg 🙄🙄🙄🙄#-- diggs on his hashtag savage sag (ittarius) burner twitter zodiac account with a billion followers#here comes the unnecessary devils advocate DIMWIT !!!!#ruining FUN where the scene shouldnt be and creating FUN where the scene shouldnt be#i HAAATE geminis!! I AM NOT A GEMINI!!!!!! i am self zodiacing as... a libra moon 🥰#and then diggs reposts a bunch of libra moon star sign stuff to his insta adding in 'OMG! that is soooo mee' to it in aesthetic font#milk with dinner is a no for me MAINLY BCS it's clear and u can see any backwash or cup residue in it#and i dont want that#milk is strictly breakfast or nighttime for me#it's either solo or no go!!! i do not like combining foods with milk!#if im drinking something to wash down#i dont want it to be smthin i actually enjoy BCS THEN THATS JUST WASTING!!! EITHER FOOD OR DRINK! ONE COVERS THE OTHER#while wasting BOTH!!!! nuh uh i drink that milk SEPARATE so i can ENJOY IT bcs i am#..i have a problem#im a bit of a freak with resources and efficiency sorry i grew up poor#but my gran gran loooves milk with dinner. she always suggests milk as a dinner option even when we're havin like.#chili. it's SO WACK like. is it a southern/farmer thing to drink milk with everything cus of rural stuff???#idk anyways offtopic this is hilarious and i love seeing the way the aries analyze things bcs they always think theyre right#but at least do some research..... that supports how they think theyre right and nothing beyond that it's so funny#they can only actually learn from making mistakes. it's like a curse. i love them#ted asks#diggs/allen
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in-sufficientdata · 7 months
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My mother took a reiki course about a decade ago specifically because she wanted to heal me of my fibromyalgia by 'treating' me with it.
Every few months I have to once again decline her latest offer of a session, and put up an interrogation of why I don't care about my healing.
My mom is nothing if not persistent.
Oh, and very gullible to any type of woo, that, too. Funny thing, though... being raised under the constant introduction and attempted application of the woo of the week pretty much teaches you that it's all inherently garbage.
My very favorite example is when she bought these self-hypnosis tapes to cure my insomnia. Pro tip for parents: if your 8yo *routinely* falls asleep between 3-5am *despite being desperate to sleep* because she's so exhausted, it might be something to see a medical Dr about.
PS yelling at her for doing the self-hypnosis 'wrong' is also, you know, kind of completely counterproductive.
PPS the mindset this gave me about my lifelong insomnia – I can remember having trouble falling asleep in the place we moved out of when I was 4 led to me seeking treatment for it last December, so at age 41. PPPS my current trazodone & melatonin combo is, for me, a miracle of epic proportions. I sleep 7+ hours 9/10 nights now. (Probably random nights of 0-4 hours on the other 1/10 is still bad, but I don't even care).
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local-diavolo-anon · 8 months
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i apologise if i'm posting this much about the DLC but i am very excited
so theory time! this time about Glamrock Bonnie!
someone found Glamrock Bonnie in bonnie bowl and someonw else got his pieces from the gamefiles and stuck the model back together (the images are not mine, i have no idea who even psoted them ebcause they've been reposted a crapload of times, but i know the originals came from twitter)
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i feel a bit sad than logically he was there the whole time during the main game as well and we simply couldn't see him
but also: He has claw marks on his chest, which i think pretty much confirms that monty is the one that broke him apart.
however. that's not nearly enough damage to decommission a glamrock animatronic, as we have seen.
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hell monty looks like this in the dlc and he is still kicking (probably by the power of god tho) and i remember seeing THIS video some time ago, so let me bring you something a bit painful:
most people i've seen pinpoin monty's actions toward bonnie as envy and resentment, however in monty golfs whenever we see character cutouts or holograms Freddy is the one in the shadows, always. wouldn't have made it more sense for monty to try and attack someone he quite clearly disliked instead of bonnie? we know freddy and bonnie were close, so with some stretch you could even say monty was jealous of freddy's relationship with bonnie (but i'm not going to account that here) If the theory from that video is true and bonnie was the first and only trial test of the grlitchtrap virus on a full glamrock animatronic, what if monty noticed? what if monty saw that bonnie was acting weird, and when confronted him realized something was severely wong for a reason or another? and either to prevent the spread of the virus, OR simply out of self preservation he was forced to fight with bonnie? because if the mimic were to see someone noticed him, he'd likely try and make them disappear in one way or another so my theory-timeline is: Bonnie was infected, started acting weird, wandered around and ultimately ended in monty golf, monty saw him and went to him, then noticed something was wrong, bonnie attacked him to make sure nobody knew, and monty had to defend himself.
i'm fairly sure this is at least somewhat correct because Monty's claws can do some serious damage, and definitely more than what Bonnie's torso and head show. (edit: yes even without upgrade, Monty still has very big and sharp claws, realistically they could totally do that amount of damage, + in the original draft of the game, from Monty you were supposed to take his legs, and the claw upgrade was not a thing at all, yet it was always hinted he did caused bonnie's decommission)
all of this to say that bonnie more likely was decommissioned not because of the damage, but rather because because when technicians tried to fix him they noticed something had infected him, and to prevent any further spreading they were forced to deactivate him.
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nyerus · 6 months
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The Narrative Importantance of Hualian's Sexual Intimacy
This is a repost and minor edit of a thread I made on Twitter yesterday. This is a topic I have always wanted to talk about because of how often it comes up in TGCF fandom, time and time again.
‼️CW: mentions of sexual assault, self-harm, bodily injury‼️
⚠️Major spoilers for the entire novel ahead⚠️
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Saw a question the other day on what relevance Hualian being sexually intimate by the end of the novel had to either the narrative or Xie Lian's character arc.
In short: it bears significant relevance, especially in context of other themes the novel explores like bodily autonomy.
Throughout the novel, we see time and time again that Xie Lian is often dehumanized by pretty much everyone—including himself—with the sole exception of Hua Cheng. I've talked more in depth about it in an old twt thread, for those interested. @/stalliondany on twt has also made an excellent recent analysis that goes deeper into the specific ways Xie Lian was used as a physical shield, martyr, or scapegoat for others without thought to his humanity or suffering. I highly recommend reading it first!
But to sum it all up: it's important to Xie Lian's character arc to keep in mind that he is used to seeing his own body as a tool to solve problems. And in crucial narrative moments, he is robbed of his bodily autonomy, and either brutalized or violated in service of others.
One of the plot points that ties together all these concepts is actually... Xie Lian's chastity vows. That will be the main focus of this post.
When he was a young teen (or possibly as a child), Xie Lian took an oath of chastity because such was the norm for cultivators seeking ascension in Xian Le. To Xie Lian, even as he grew older, he never had an issue with this because he just never felt sexual attraction to another person, or any desire to be intimate in that way. Even if he yearned for the concept of being loved. And indeed, at first glance, his chastity vows may seem like nothing more than a side note. Or even a funny gag when it comes to Hua Cheng (later).
In reality Xie Lian's chastity vows are not only used against him, but paint a very disturbing picture with regards to his repeated violation.
The Land of the Tender scene is the most obvious example of this. Xie Lian's vows are directly tied to his spiritual powers, and because it affects how his followers see him. They place a high value on his chastity as being vital to his moral character.
For reference, an excerpt from TGCF vol. 3 of the English print translation, page 135:
Xie Lian's method of cultivation required a pure body. Those who worshipped the ascended cultivators who practiced this path were firmly convinced of the transcendence of gods untouched by earthly desires. If they couldn't protect their purity, their following would no doubt collapse and their powers would be devastated. It wouldn't be as serious as plunging from godhood to back to mortality, and there was still the possibility of recovery after many more years of cultivation—but with things as they were now, there was no time for him to sit behind closed doors and cultivate for years!
As a reminder: it is Bai Wuxiang who orchestrated this whole thing. Him trying to compromise Xie Lian in this way is horrific on many levels, yet that's not the main point I want to make here. It's that to preserve his "pure body," the solution Xie Lian realizes is to severely harm himself. To impale himself with his sword through the abdomen.
The juxtaposition of having to maintain bodily purity versus the gruesome violence inflicted on his body is extremely stark.
This grim contrast is no more evident than in the 100 swords scene. Where Xie Lian's body is literally brutalized and defiled to an unthinkable degree. To the point where he, quote: "no longer looked human." Yet he emerges from that temple physically "pure" all the same. His chastity vows were not broken, his body healed without scars. As though he was untouched.... And yet, he was completely destroyed mentally. It left permanent effects on him as a person. It's even worse when the scene is read analogous to sexual assault, as many have talked about before. I think that interpretation actually hits the nail on the head, especially keeping in mind the Land of the Tender scene and all the similarities between them.
Following the 100 swords scene, Xie Lian of course has a complete disconnect between himself and his body. I believe this is part of why he doesn't really feel pain, except when he is with Hua Cheng, who treats him and his body as one. As a person who is cherished, and loved. Hua Cheng is adamant in his adoring treatment of Xie Lian. Small injuries are also something he cannot tolerate because he knows what horrors befell Xie Lian in the past. (He was present at both the terrible moments mentioned above.) He will not let any of that continue, regardless of what Xie Lian says, because he sees it as injustice.
Xie Lian is willing to use himself as a tool to help others no matter the personal cost. He even thinks of it as something he must do, or that he deserves as penance. But Hua Cheng is the one person who asks "what about you?" He's the one that insists "your happiness matters." And it is Hua Cheng that takes issue with Xie Lian's chastity vows as being unfair, unlike everyone else. Regardless of Hua Cheng's reasons for this diegetically, symbolically it means a lot that he is the one opposed to this.
Just thinking about the chastity vows on their own for a moment: Xie Lian can indulge a little bit in stuff like alcohol, which isn't great to begin with for him. But he absolutely cannot engage in "pleasures of the flesh." He can totally have his flesh ripped from his bones, literally, but actually experiencing any kind of sexual gratification? Now that would make him unclean, and lesser.... Why? Because unlike everything else, that's something Xie Lian would do simply for himself to feel good. And what greater crime is there than to ever dare put himself first?
So Hua Cheng—being the one person who puts Xie Lian first above all else—thinking that such a restriction doesn't make sense is important. Hua Cheng being the person who Xie Lian breaks those vows for in the end is important! (Especially because it seems to have been an easy choice for him.)
And of course, the scene with Jun Wu and the Virginity Detector Sword™ has to be mentioned. Again, there's symbolism to be had! The perpetrator of two of the most physically violating moments of Xie Lian's life (both of which were sexual in nature; one literally and one allegorically) being the one to "check" Xie Lian's virginity... oof. Yikes. It's dramatic irony. It's deeply uncomfortable. Especially because Jun Wu probably wanted to know if Xie Lian slept with Hua Cheng, as he already knew Xie Lian wasn't the ghost fetus' father.
So it's once again a stark juxtaposition: of Ghost King Hua Cheng disagreeing with the purity vows, wanting Xie Lian to break them for himself and his own freedom. Versus Heavenly Emperor Jun Wu wanting to weaponize those vows against Xie Lian in whatever way he can, intact or not, to keep control over him.
Naturally, there's something to be said for the real-world problem with such purity vows being used against people, to judge their moral character, societal expectations, etc. Elephant in the room. It's very on the nose, so there isn't even much to say about it that hasn't been said already.
In the end, it comes down to how horrible it is that when Xie Lian tries to help others, it results in immense harm to his body every time. Yet he is expected to continue to bear it, for centuries, by others and also himself. Until he meets Hua Cheng, who helps him rediscover what it means to be happy, and to be loved. So yes, it's absolutely relevant that in the end, Xie Lian decides to break his purity vows to be intimate with Hua Cheng. That he's able to put himself in Hua Cheng's hands, and let himself be treated with affection and desire. It's Xie Lian finally forgiving himself, and beginning to heal.
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📱Distancing yourself from BF!SKZ after receiving hate 📱 (Part 2) (Hyung + Hyunjin Line)
☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️
genre: heavy angst, hurt/comfort
pov: 1st & 2nd person
description: Your boyfriend finds out why you've been distancing yourself (Half smau, half written)
pairing: bf!skz & fem!reader
warnings: swearing, break up, mentions of violence, mention of self harm (?), self loathing, mostly fluff, let me know if I missed anything
word count: listed below
screenshot count: 4
©feelbokkie (2023) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.
Part 1
Part 2 (Maknae Line)
방 찬 (Bang Chan) (1,150 words)
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“Y/N’s a better person than me. I don’t think I would be able to handle it.”
“Handle what?” Chan asked the two staff members who were talking in the corner. 
Chan normally stays out of things that don’t concern him, but when he heard your name he could help but get involved. 
“All the hate. I don’t know what I would do if I was constantly being told to kill myself by strangers.” The taller of the two staff members mentions. 
Chan thought quietly to himself for a few seconds. He knows that you had gotten some hate in the past, it’s only natural that a few fans would be upset that Chan is in a relationship. But he handles the situation with a message on bubble and everything was fine. Right? You wouldn’t keep something like this from him. Right?
“Thank you for your hard work today,” Chan says quickly before shuffling off to a quiet corner of the room. 
He pulls out his phone and types in your name on Twitter. All the top mentions of your name are so vile and full of malice that he can only imagine how worse it must be in your inbox. 
Chan spent the whole journey back to his dorm reading all the comments that you must have seen. You had to have seen them and that’s why you’re avoiding him. There’s no other explanation. All of your social media accounts are now private, comments are turned off, and you even took off your profile pictures. It’s bad and he blames himself for not seeing how much you were suffering sooner. Once they get home, Chan walks straight to his room and slams the door, causing Jisung, Changbin, and Hyunjin to share a scared and confused look. 
With a need to put an end to all the madness before it escalates even further, he does the only thing he can do: start a Channie’s Room. 
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I stared at the link Chan had sent me for 5 minutes. I’ve been avoiding him for a few days, it doesn’t make sense that he would just send me a link like everything is okay. But it’s not, everything is fucked.
Our relationship is public, much to Chan’s dismay. He would have preferred to keep everything private, but after a picture of us was at risk of being leaked, we decided to get in front of the narrative and announce our relationship. Everything was fine, my name and picture were never released. A few weeks ago my identity was revealed. I didn’t tell Chan, I didn’t want to worry him with something I could handle on my own. And I did, but the toll on my mental health from most of the comments being directed at me would have been a dead giveaway.
I bite my lip and open the video on my laptop. I sit with my knees to my chest at my computer desk. The video stars and I see Chan sitting in his bedroom wearing the couple hoodie we picked out our first year of dating. I can’t stop the corner of my lips from turning up. His expression is hard to read. He looks tired. I can see it in the bags under his eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. I know you guys weren’t expecting a Channie’s Room today. It’s going to be short. I promise.” Chan explains as he reads comments on his phone. Why did he send me a link to this?
“‘Why are we here?’ I thought we could have a little chat. Just a quick conversation about something that’s come to my attention.’”A flash of anger hits his eyes only for a quick second.
Shit. He knows. He knows and he’s going to address it. I quickly pull my phone and dial Chan’s number to get him to stop whatever crusade he’s about to embark on. Chan picks up his phone and swipes his hand across the screen just as the call ends. Chan holds his phone up to the camera.
“If it’s alright with you guys, I’m going to put my phone away. It’s almost dead. But don’t worry, I can still see your comments on my computer.” He smiles at the camera before literally tossing his phone behind him.
“Fuck!” I shut my laptop and race around my room grabbing my shoes, wallet, and keys before making a mad dash to the dorm.
“Y/N? Are you okay?” Hyunjin asks when he answers the door. I take a second to catch my breath, doubled over in front of the door. I managed to turn a 30-minute walk into a 15-minute marathon. Call me superwoman.
“C…han…is Chan still in his room?” I ask, finally standing up having collected myself after a few minutes.
“Yeah, but I would wait for a second. He’s pissed.” Han calls from the couch. 
“Oh, believe me, I already know.” I finally make my way into the dorm and head straight to Chan’s room. 
I open the door and freeze when I see Chan still sitting at his desk. I quietly close the door and lean against it as I try to catch my breath. Chan looks at me quickly before finishing the live and giving me his full attention.
“Why are you out of breath? What’s wrong?” He stands up and places a hand on my shoulder.
“What’s wrong? I ran all the way over here to stop you from doing whatever the fuck that was on live.” I push his hand off and make my way over to the beanbag chair that Chan has for me to sit in.
“You’re mad at me for defending you?” He grabs a water bottle from his mini fridge and opens it before handing it to me. I take a huge sip.
“Not mad, upset. I was handling it.”
“How were you handling? By avoiding me?”
“I only avoided you because you can read me like a book. I didn’t want you to worry while you’re busy with your comeback.”
“So you were just going to suffer in silence?” Chan sits down on the edge of his bed and hands me the water bottle cap.
“Chan, I knew what I was getting into when I agreed to start dating you. I expected something like this would happen eventually. I didn’t want you to worry because you already have so much weight on your shoulders.”
“It’s literally my job as your boyfriend to worry about you. It’s not a burden. You’ll never be a burden.” Chan climbs off the bed and kneels next to me.
“I love you. I promise that I will lean on you more.” I take Chan’s hand and kiss his cheek.
“And I promise to also lean on you so that you don’t have to worry about coming to me. Stay the night?”
“Don’t have to ask me twice.”
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이 민 호 (Lee Min-Ho) (921 words)
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Minho rarely goes on social media. He’ll post the occasional picture on Instagram for the official Stray Kids page, but that’s all. He has his secret account, but he mostly uses it when he’s been away from you for a while and misses seeing your face. He hadn’t seen you for a couple of weeks so he logged in to look at your most recent pictures. That’s when he saw all of the hate comments that were under all your pictures.
“What the fuck?” He mutters under his breath.
“What’s wrong?” Han asks, looking concerned at Minho. Dance practice had run late so they’re all resting on the floor of the practice room.
“All these comments on Y/N’s pictures. They’re so vicious.” And recent.
“Do you think that’s why she hasn’t been around?” Minho blinks a few times before shutting his phone and putting his stuff away. He looks down at his phone one more time before leaving without saying anything to the others.
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I set down a cup of water in front of Minho before returning to my spot in my armchair. He’s been quiet ever since he showed up at my door. It wasn’t completely strange for him to show up unannounced like this. He often comes over to spend the night on a whim. But this time feels different.
“How was practice?” I finally say, breaking the silence.
“Long and difficult, but we’ll figure it out. We always do.” The room falls silent again. I don’t know why I’m nervous, it’s just Minho. We’ve been together long enough, silence shouldn’t be awkward for us. If anything, we prefer it. Most of our nights in are quiet while we both just enjoy each other’s company.
“I saw the comments on your Instagram. When were you going to tell me?” Minho reaches for the glass of water and takes a sip.
“I… I was going to. I just didn’t know when or how to bring it up.” A few weeks ago, a few Stay found my social media and began commenting rude things under all my pictures. It’s escalated into a bigger issue than what I initially thought it was going to be. 
“Are you okay?”
“Are you actually asking?”
“Y/N, I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t actually want to know.” I don’t know why, but he saying that breaks me. Tears start falling down my face faster than I can stop myself.
The truth is, I’m not okay. I knew that dating an idol came with its own set of challenges and that publicly dating one would be even harder. I knew to an extent that I would probably get hate, either directly or indirectly, at some point in our relationship once we went public. So, I constantly did a lot of mental preparation for this exact situation. But no amount of mental preparation will ever prepare you for having all of your flaws pointed out and constantly being told to kill yourself. I hate to admit it, but it has severely impacted my mental health. I can’t sleep, and when I do it’s never for long. My appetite is nonexistent, I only eat when I realize that I hadn’t eaten anything all day.
“I’m not doing great if I’m being completely honest. I can’t remember the last time I got a decent sleep or ate a proper meal. I barely made all of my social media private, but that doesn’t stop people from sending me DMs. I have to delete every comment by hand because if I just turned off my comments, I would miss seeing the stuff you wrote. But that means I have to read each comment to make sure I’m not getting rid of yours— I’m just really exhausted.”
Minho is silent again as he gets up from his spot on the couch and kneels in front of me. He takes me in his arms and strokes my hair as I sob into his shoulder. I knew everything was getting to me, but I didn’t know how much it is affecting me until I said it out loud. 
Min presses a kiss on my cheek and pulls away once I’m done crying. He places both hands on my shoulders and looks me in the eyes. His are filled with tears and he has a sad smile.
“Let’s break up.” He says it so quietly, I almost didn’t hear him.
“What? No—”
“Y/N, you’re miserable. You’re not eating or sleeping, and in a way, it’s because of me. Even if we were to block all of the people sending you hate and delete the comments and DMs, you’ll still be at the center of all this negativity. The only way you’ll know peace is if we aren’t together anymore.”
“I love you, I don’t want to break up.” Tears begin to fall down my face again.
“I love you too, and that’s why we have to. It would be selfish of me to stay with you knowing that you’re dying inside because of me. I would rather end this and know that you’re happy somewhere than lose you forever.” The tears that were welling in his eyes finally start to fall too.
He’s right, even if he went and reprimanded everyone for sending me hate, it would never truly end. I wouldn’t be happy.
“Can we break up tomorrow? I just really need you right now.” I choke out.
“Whatever you need, my love. And just know, I’ll always be here for you.”
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서 창 빈 (Seo Chang-Bin) (826 words)
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“Excuse me, could we take a picture with you?” Changbin had run into a few fans on his way out of the grocery store when he was getting ingredients to make you soup.
“Ah, just one, I have popsicles.” He lifts one of the bags to show them the shopping he just did. They take a quick group photo before heading their separate ways.
“Changbin oppa is so sweet. I wonder what he sees in that bitch.” One of the fans says as they walk away.
“She’s probably just after him for his money. You know what the forums say.” Another one pipes up. 
They thought that they were far away enough from Changbin when they started talking, but he heard them. When he turned around to confront them, they were gone. It takes him a few seconds to process what they were talking about. Forums? That mentioned you? Once he realized what was going on, he ran off to your apartment.
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“Are you receiving hate?” Changbin asked when I opened my door.
I was laying down in bed, reading some new mentions on Twitter, when I got a text from Changbin saying he was downstairs. I shouldn’t have said I had a headache. Any mention of me being sick or hurt, he runs to take care of me. I knew he would find out eventually, I was just hoping it wouldn’t be tonight.
“Hello to you too.” I close the door and follow him into the kitchen. He put some grocery bags on the counter and was now leaning over the sink. I roll my eyes and start going through the bags. He really can’t multitask.
“Why didn’t you tell me about what’s going on?” He says without looking at me.
“Bin, can we not do this tonight? I really do have a headache.” I grab the box of popsicles and put them in my freezer.
“Your head wouldn’t hurt if you told me that people were harassing you online. I am your boyfriend, you should come to me when these things happen.” I put the last of the groceries away and walk to the living room.
“Yah! Y/N, don’t walk away from me. I just want to talk.” I love Changbin, but he can be loud. I’m used to it, but it’s unbearable right now.
“Maybe I didn’t tell you because it’s none of your business.”
“You are my business! And if someone is treating you like shit, I should know.” He sits down on the couch, running his hand through his hair.
“You can’t fight everyone to defend my honor.” I sit down on the opposite side of the couch.
“I can try.”
“And tell them what? That they’re wrong? That I’m not a cold bitch? Or a slut? Can you prove that I’m not? For fucks sake— you came all the way over here because you were worried about me and I’m trying to push you away. Changbin, I didn’t tell you because they’re telling the truth. I’m not the most attractive person. My personality is shit and my body count is a bit higher than I like to admit. The only thing that they’re wrong about is me being a gold digger.” Changbin’s expression softens. He scoots closers to me on the couch and places a hand on my knee.
“Don’t talk about my girlfriend like that. You’re wrong. They’re wrong. I’m the only one who is right. They don’t know you like I do. Who are they to call you a bitch? They don’t know that you carry around snacks for dogs and cats with you just in case you run into a stray. They don’t know that you’re the one who makes sure I don’t overwork myself, and take care of me when I ultimately do with no complaints. They don’t know that you also take care of the rest of my group members when they’re sick so that the rest of us stay healthy. They don’t know that you’re prettiest without your makeup, especially when you first take it off. They don’t know that you were going through something before we met. So why should what they say about you matter?”
“Bin—”
“If you don’t like something about yourself because you personally have an issue with it, that’s fine. It’s normal and I’ll be right here to help you fall in love with yourself again. And if you’re letting the opinions of others who have no idea what they talking about, I will personally kick their asses for you.” I can’t stop the corner of my mouth from turning up.
“I’m sure JYP and Dispatch would love that.”
“Y/N, I’m serious. I love you and I want to be there for you, but I can’t do that if you don’t let me in.” He moves his hand to my hand and squeezes.
“You can’t protect me from everything.” I sigh, squeezing his hand back.
“Wanna bet?”
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황 현 진 (Hwang Hyun-Jin) (1,076 words)
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“Hyunjin hyung, isn’t this Y/N noona’s apartment?” Jeongin held his phone in front of the older boy’s face. On it played a video that showed your apartment, your place of work, and the shops in your neighborhood that you frequent. At the end of the video your phone number and the addresses for both your home and appear on the screen.
“What is this?” The color drains from Hyunjin’s face as he picks up his phone again and sends you a quick text, more panicked this time.
“I don’t know. I just saw it right now, but apparently, it was uploaded a couple of weeks ago— Chan hyung!”Jeongin dropped his phone and tried to steady Hyunjin’s swaying body.
“What’s wrong?” Chan asked looking at the scene unfolding in front of him. Jeongin quickly catches Chan up on what’s happening as Hyunjin slowly starts to zone back in.
“Something’s happened to Y/N, I just know it. I…I need to go check on her.” Hyunjin mumbles.
It wasn’t uncommon for you and Hyunjin to have spells when you didn’t talk to or see each other. So when you first stopped replying to him, he didn’t think anything of it. But slowly, as time went on he would worry a little each day. When he first reached out and you didn’t reply, he just figured you weren’t ready to talk yet and left it alone. Finding out that you had been doxxed and were now unreachable racked his body with guilty. 
“I’ll go with you, ‘kay? Minho, you’re in charge.” Chan wrapped his arm around the fragile boy and led him out of the room.
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I haven’t left my apartment in a couple of days. I’ve barely left my bedroom since the incident at the convince store. I had been fired earlier that day because the unwanted attention I was receiving was messing with productivity. I had gone to get some snacks and cheap food for the next couple of days when I ran and got into an altercation with a couple of sasaengs. It’s safer in my room and I have enough food in my apartment for the next few weeks.
A knock at my bedroom door draws my attention. Knock? Did they finally manage to break in? I know there are been some people hanging around my apartment for a while now. My eyes scan my room for a place to hide. I settle on the closet. I quietly make my way to the closet and situate myself in the back of it, hugging my knees to my chest. I can’t even call for help, my phone is somewhere on the floor in my living room where it has stayed after I threw it. I have been getting an insane amount of calls and texts I was being bombarded with.
My heart is pounding so hard, I can’t hear anything. I squeeze my eyes tight and take a deep breath in. I let my breath out as I rub my sweaty palms on my pant legs. I should have taken some sort of self-defense course when I decided to move out of my parents' house. I didn’t think I needed to. Hyunjin went along with me when I was looking for an apartment. This one was in the safest neighborhood in my price range. He left a pair of his shoes and one of his coats by the door so it looks like he lives here. Hyunjin. He’s going to be devastated when he finds out. Whatever happens today, I hope isn’t the one who finds me. He’d torture himself for not being here, for not knowing.
I hold my breath when I hear the closet door open. If I stay as still as humanly possible, maybe they’ll leave. I squeeze my eyes tighter as the footsteps walk a little deeper into the closet. A rush of cool air hits my face as the clothes around me move.
“Hyunjin! I found her!”
Chan? I open my eyes to find the older boy standing over me with soft, yet relieved eyes. Hyunjin runs into the room and makes eye contact with me. Chan walks out of the closet to make room for Hyunjin. He kneels next to me and engulfs me in a hug, burying my face in his chest. Breathing in his scent, I start sobbing.
We sit like that for what feels like hours. The whole time, Hyunjin stayed quietly stroking my hair. Being in Hyunjin’s arms is the most peace I’ve felt in a month. The warmth radiating from his body and his familiar scent lulls me into a quiet state.
“I’m sorry,” I whisper when I finally calm down enough.
“Why are you sorry? If anything, this is my fault.” Hyunjin’s voice cracks. I pull away from his chest and look into his eyes. They’re red and glassy. I swipe my thumb under his eye.
“It’s not your fault. You didn’t leak my information to the world.”
“That wouldn’t have happened if you weren’t dating me. Y/N,” he lets go of me and turns to face me fully, “I was so scared when I found out what happened. I was terrified that I was going to come here and find you…” Tears start to well up in his eyes at the thought of how badly this could have turned out.
“I know. I was scared too. But it’s fine. I’m fine”
“But it could have been really bad. Look at you—you’re covered in bruises. You can’t live here anymore.” He gently lifts my head to examine my face. Most of the damage is on my arms and torso, I have a small bruise on the corner of my mouth and a slightly busted lip.
“I know that—I’ve been looking at new places. But it’s going to take a while.”
“Just stay with me, it’s safer. Living with Changbin hyung and Chan hyung is like living with two bodyguards. And Jisung is pretty entertaining. Plus, I’m there.” I crack a small smile.
“Don’t you always complain about living with 3racha?” Hyunjin brushes my hair out of my face.
“Yeah, but maybe they’ll get their shit together if you move in with us. Anyway, let’s go. We can get something to eat and talk about everything.” Hyunjin stands up and sticks his hand out toward me. I take his hand and he pulls me up.
“I’m right behind you.”
Buy me a coffee?
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fandom-friday · 3 months
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The goal of Fandom Friday: provide a place where people can shout-out their favorite creators from the week, whether it’s a piece of fan art that made you smile or a fanfic that moved you. Drop a link to your favorite creations this week into my ask box along with what you loved about it, and I will give them a shout! It doesn’t have to be Star Wars either! If it’s on another website (AO3, Twitter, etc.), please be sure to state that as well.
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cupidastrology · 2 years
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*jupiter ♃ through the houses - short terms*
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• —– ٠ ✤ ٠ —– • ♃ in the 1st: the ability to allow new forms of opportunity, luck, and manifesting through the looks and forms of fashion. you may have been brought up with a lot of expansion or opportunities around the home or through ancestry.
♃ in the 2nd: money is quick and easy with this position. ♃ allows expansion and opportunity so there are many ways of creating ways of gaining or receiving money, especially channeled through emotions. when you choose to learn, expect to receive.
♃ in the 3rd: your words, ideas, and overall methods of conversation can spark interest + wonderful forms of expansion that can help you connect with different areas of life + study!
♃ in the 4th: family and ancestry are the key themes of expansion and opportunities. you may know your family well and even bounce or collaborate off their own skills + talents, which leads to a huge hierarchy/royalty in your family line.
♃ in the 5th: luck comes around the very dramatic yet the achievable areas of life. this is a time where your relationships help you to learn what it means to be united aswell as finding a lot of fun in dating, music, art, and dance.
♃ in the 6th: an easy access to health concerns, including having possible abilities in receiving health events in your life more easier than most. you're able to find a lot of knowledge and experience with self care, herbalism, and taking care of the skin of the body.
♃ in the 7th: luck and expansion treats very large in the home of relationships, engagements, and choice making. opportunities in wisdom, advice from others, and learning lessons help you to carve the path of what to do next with this position.
♃ in the 8th: long term investments are grow to be very exclusive with this position, aswell as the valuables you attain in your daily life. this is a moment to find various connections through life that give you different forms of wealth.
♃ in the 9th: you can create so many brand new experiences with the subject of teaching, learning new topics of life, cultures of belief, and diving into large portions of spiritualism. this is a position that has a lot to do with using your experiences + memories.
♃ in the 10th: luck can be on your side when it comes to self control and knowing what is best to keep private and public. drama and your overall word is huge, and can expand over many people.
♃ in the 11th: friendships can help you to grow to brand new avenues in life. you may receive opportunities to move up in the world due to the connections and social circles you create.
♃ in the 12th: luck can be on your side in avenues having to do with your pains, subconsciousness, and the dreams you receive. you bring the most to the table when you use your wounds to overcome new breakthroughs and areas in life.
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sintan906 · 7 months
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Crosshairs/Drift from AOE and TLK🧃🖍️
And my self explanation human form.
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I ship them since I was 14.
(I know ppl love them, but pls don’t repost my art from twitter😞I’ll upload my old art when I want to.)
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arsanatomica · 5 months
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How To Be Good (Dom!Nanami x sub!Self-Insert!Reader Pet Play 18+ One Shot) 
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Art by "bureichi" on Twitter
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Pairing: Kento Nanami x Self-Insert!Reader
Synopsis: In which Nanami has to give you some lessons on being an obedient little kitty and behaving yourself when you’re alone when you keep sending him videos to his phone while he is at work. 
Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black, Fem & a Self-Insert; Pet Play; Dom/sub Dynamics; Brat Taming; Master Kink; Mutual Oral; Deepthroat; Facefucking; Spanking; Collaring; Nanami Fucks You Till You Cry; Cum Play; Unprotected PIV Sex; Doggystyle; Missionary; Unprotected Creampie; Aftercare
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: This is another request fill for my favorite reader & VA @curiouscutie143! Thank you for always trusting me to write your fantasies & believing in my talent. Enjoy! -Jazz
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"You wanna be a good kitty for me tonight?"
As soon as you hear the door unlock with a click, the alarm system already disabled, your body comes to life. 
Your heart races in your chest, your blood grows hot, and you feel as if you’ve just stepped into a pit of lava with how warm you feel despite your man’s button-down shirt draped over your plump, semi-naked body. 
You sit up in your queen-sized bed and immediately look at the bedroom door. You hear his footsteps stomping across the hardwood floor; his car keys jingling as he puts them in the ceramic bowl next to the door where you also hold yours; the buttons and zipper to his wool coat as he takes it off. 
Then he speaks: “Honey,” he calls in his deep, velvety voice, “I’m home.” You find your voice and answer him, calling, “I’m upstairs, baby!” from your shared bedroom. 
Quickly, you check the bed to make sure everything is hidden from your time here and fix the shirt draped over your body. You usually toss on one of his shirts when you happen to be home when he isn’t here. Today, you were off from work, so you tossed one of his button-downs, loving the way it feels on your skin and how much bigger it is on you, making you feel like you’re wearing a dress. 
You don’t have time to check your hair which cascades down your back in messy curls before he comes up the steps and appears in the doorway. No matter how many times you see Nanami, you’ll always be taken aback by how sexy he is: tall and broad; trimmed blonde hair in an undercut that makes him look more sophisticated; a sharp chin and cheekbones. Even under his shades, his look still steals your breath away. 
He comes in still wearing his work suit and shoes, placing his briefcase and phone on the floor by the door.  “Baby,” you say with a smile. Immediately, you slide off of the bed and meet him halfway with a hug. “Welcome home. How was work?” 
He wraps his long, muscular arms around you, enveloping you in the scent of his cologne. “Oh, it went well,” he replies, his chest rumbling against your cheek. “Thank you for asking. How was your day?” He peers his head down at you, so much taller and bigger than you. You just love big men who make you feel small despite your size. Nanami is definitely one of them. 
“Pretty good!” you chirp. “After I came back from the gym, I came back here and chilled. I missed you though.” You pull away to look up at him, nearly getting whiplash from how tall he is. He takes his glasses off and peers down at you, those eyes filling you with warm tingles and sensations. 
“Mmm-hmm, I can tell,” he replies, his gaze roaming over your fame in his shirt. “What else did you do today while I was gone?” You pause, thinking back to all the things you did during your day off. Anything to play innocent. “Um…cleaned, did laundry, went grocery shopping, and…oh, I made dinner! Chicken karaage and brown rice with your favorite sake.” 
You give him a warm, loving smile. Though he doesn’t return it, his hand lovingly strokes your cheek, making your stomach flip. “Thank you, darling. I’ll have some of that later…but back to your day. What else did you do while I was at work?” Your smile fades then. His expression doesn’t change and he doesn’t tear his eyes away from yours. “I…don’t know,” you reply though weakly. 
Nanami’s blonde brow quirks at your answer. “You don’t know,” he parrots. You slowly shake your head. You both know that you’re lying straight through your teeth. “You didn’t send me any messages while I was at work? Any texts or videos?” 
You can feel heat wash over your entire body. You’ve been caught. But still, you try to play the part of the clueless, loving girlfriend. It is part of the game that you and your boyfriend play. He knows what you’re looking for and he is counting on it. “What kind of texts and videos?” you ask, still playing innocent but you can slowly feel that facade peeling away the more intense Nanami’s gaze becomes. 
His hand moves down to your chin, firmly gripping it, emitting a gasp from you. “I think you and I both know what kind of texts and videos you sent me today, Y/N,” he firmly says. “Very not-so-nice texts and videos. Videos of you touching yourself and moaning like a little slut wearing those damn cat ears.” You swallow harshly, your heart beating madly now. “Where are they now?” he curiously asks. 
You lick your lips which have become dry, briefly wondering if you should lie. But you know that this will only get you in even more trouble. “U-Under the pillow,” you weakly confess. He releases you and strides over to the bed, leaving you feeling hot all over. When he moves one of the pillows aside, he shakes his head. There, settled on the mattress, is a headband of two black ears and a pink dildo molded into the exact size and shape of Nanami’s cock. 
He turns to you, his hooded gaze dark and intimidating like a storm cloud. “A toy too, huh?” he says, tutting. “So you were being bad while I was at work despite knowing what my number one rule is.” His hand snatches out to grip your chin. “And what is that rule, darling?” 
You swallow harshly, going over Nanami’s many rules in your head before zeroing in on the number one, all-time important rule: “Be good,” you exhale. He nods, a corner of his mouth twitching. “That’s right, and you broke that rule. You deliberately disobeyed me the moment you decided to take those videos of you rubbing that pretty, slutty pussy and stroking your clit with that dildo.”
His eyes narrow at you and you feel yourself tingling with fear and excitement. “I–” 
“Did you know that I was in a very important meeting when you sent those videos?” he continues, not even letting you get a breath in. “Did you even ask or think before you decided to send them to me? Or were you just too cum drunk and horny for me to care?” His grip on your chin tightens, making you gasp. “Nanami–” 
But his sharp look cuts you off immediately. “Who?” he asks, a growl in his voice. You realize your mistake and quickly backtrack. He isn’t Nanami right now. Nanami is sweet, quiet, and attentive. The man here standing before you is ruthless, merciless, and firm. “M-Master,” you correct yourself. “I’m sorry I misbehaved. I just missed you so much.” 
You see Nanami inhale sharply at your pathetic little confession, but it doesn’t sway him. “So you decided to fuck with me and make me hot and bothered in front of my boss, colleagues, and peers,” he accusingly says. “You got so bored here without me that my kitty just couldn’t behave anymore.” You weakly nod, your eyes flitting down to your feet, ashamed. “I’m sorry,” you once again repeat, your voice small and broken. 
Nanami runs his thumb along your bottom lip, watching the way it jiggles at his touch. “You’ll have plenty of chances to prove to me how sorry you are.” He snatches himself away from you then like you’re made of fire and he’s afraid of getting burned. “Now go get your gear and wait for me here while I get cleaned up.” 
Your body feels like it’s overheating at this point as your mind races with the many fantasies of what your man will do to you tonight. “Yes, Master,” you obediently reply. The corner of his mouth once again twitches, a small sign of your boyfriend that makes you softy giggle to yourself once he leaves. 
You do as he says and gather your gear together, quickly dressing when you hear the shower running. You dress in his favorite pretty, pink lingerie that you have, the kind that makes your plump ass look immaculate with its thong and has lace cups for your juicy breasts. You put on your cat ears and clip on your tail too, letting it swoosh around the back of your legs. 
When Nanami returns fifteen minutes later, you are sitting on the bed, knees tucked underneath you and your hands in your lap. When he sees you sitting there so submissively in your fluffy ears and tail, he nearly busts beneath the towel that hangs low on his narrow hips. You’re just as horny watching him leave the bathroom connected to your bedroom. His toned body and honey-blonde hair drip with water, your eyes catching onto each droplet that cascades down his tanned skin that you’d love to catch with your tongue. 
He keeps his eyes trained on you as he walks over to the massage armchair that you bought him two Christmases ago to ease his stress and tight muscles. He takes a seat and leans back into the leather chair, his legs open beneath his towel but the damn fabric not allowing you to see what you really want and need. The way he stares at you from across the room damn near turns you into a puddle, his gaze hot and heavy. “Here, kitty, kitty,” he teasingly says, patting his lap. “Come to me. Come to your Master.” 
And you do. Like a puppet being controlled on a string, you are drawn to him. You slip off of the bed and get onto your knees before slowly, sensually, crawling to him on all fours. You keep your eyes on him as you do while he can’t keep his off of your swaying ass, fake tail, and pretty tits that look like hanging fruit to him. When you finally make it to him, you stand and sit on his lap, curling up like a cat against him. He smells so good––a mix of the vanilla-scented soap and the Polo cologne he often wears. 
He wraps one arm around your waist while his other hand comes to stroke your cheek. “You know, I should be pissed,” he says as one slender finger strokes your chin. “I shouldn’t be this soft on you at all for pulling that shit, making me so fucking hard that I had to stroke my cock to those videos in the bathroom.” 
A hot wave of arousal floods you, making your pussy twitch. “Y-You did?” you ask. He narrows his eyes at you. “Did I say to speak?” he firmly asks. You button your lip, your heart thundering. “But since you asked, yes, V, I did. I fucked my fist to every video of you moaning my name and fucking yourself with that dildo like it was my cock. I had to do something or else I’d be walking around the office with a hard-on in my pants all day.” 
Your nasty mind runs wild with thoughts of your man in a bathroom stall, his slacks down and hand wrapped around his cock, pumping away and bitting back moans as he watches the dildo slip into your tight cunt again and again on his phone, just praying for time to go quicker so he could come home to fuck you himself. 
“It didn’t help that the videos were so fucking hot,” he huffs. “I’m supposed to have my head screwed on tight at work and yet, all I could think about was you playing with that slutty pussy in our bed.” You relish in his desperation, loving how needy you make him too. “I think you need to be punished,” he softly growls to you. “You, my darling kitty, need some lessons. And it’s a good thing I bought this to start with.” 
He coaxes you to get up for a moment and walks to his briefcase, opening it to reveal a black box. He comes to where you sit: by the chair, kneeling submissively for him. “Turn around and close your eyes for me.” You do as he says, gasping when you feel a leather collar snap around your neck. “I saw it at the mall last week and thought of you,” he explains. “I knew it’d be a perfect addition to your gear.” 
And it is! The pink leather collar with its tiny gold bell perfectly matches your ears and tail. It fills you with such joy, especially since Nanami bought it for you. He turns you around, helping you stand before him. “Now look at you,” he dreamily sighs. “The cutest kitty ever. You wanna be a good kitty for me tonight?” 
You nod your head, trembling in anticipation and excitement. You want his touch. His kiss. His everything. “Then get on the bed and hike that ass in the air,” he demands. “Do it now and hurry the fuck up. I’m too fucking pent up to be slow and sensual.” You’re counting on it as you move onto the bed and get into position: face down, ass up, just the way Nanami likes to fuck…some of the time. Other times, he loves seeing your face as you take his cock. 
You then feel him stand behind you, his presence equally thrilling and comforting, and softly mewl when you feel his hand stroke your asscheeks. “I’m gonna spank this gorgeous ass six times and every time I do, you count. Understand?” 
“Yes, Master,” you reply, but you can barely get the whole sentence out before his rough, calloused hand comes down hard onto your ass. SMACK! The sharp sound of his hand connecting with your asscheek echoes throughout the bedroom as does your gasp of surprise and pain when it settles over you. “I’m not hearing any counting, kitty,” he taunts you. “Are you once again disobeying me? Do you want to cum tonight or not?” 
At the mention of your orgasm being on the line, you muster up all the willpower you can to obey him. “One,” you whimper. SMACK! His hand comes down again on the same cheek, causing the stinging sensation to intensify. “Two!” you shout. He does it again, this time on your other cheek, but it hurts worse. “Three–shit, Kento, that hurt!” you hiss. 
The stinging, burning sensation you feel brings tears to your eyes and will no doubt make it hard to sit…but it also makes you wetter than you have been all day. “What do you think the punishment is for?” Nanami chuckles. “Keep counting, kitty. You’re almost there.” 
SMACK! He hits you again, biting his bottom lip at the way your ass recoils against his hand. 
“Four!” you sob. Then another, causing you to moan in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “Five! Fuck, Keny, please!” 
“Please what, darling?” he asks. “Stop?” You don’t answer. You don’t even know if you want him to stop. “But you’re at the last one. Just keep counting.” He waits an excruciatingly long couple of seconds before his hand comes down to smack your juicy, plump, jiggly ass again.
SMACK! “Six!” you whine, squeezing your wet eyes shut against the pain. 
Nanami swoops in to caress your stinging ass in soft strokes and soothing, wet kisses immediately, praising you for such a good job. “Good girl,” he coos. “Such a good little kitty cat. You did so well for me taking your punishment like that.” You softly moan, enjoying the sweet kisses and touches that he places on your ass…but they don’t last for long. 
He stops his aftercare, staring down at you with those intimidating eyes. “But you still have to show me how sorry you are,” he says, his eyes demanding. “Get on your back and sit up for me.” Though slowly, you do as he says and settle onto your ass despite the sting, leaning back against your elbows with your knees bent. 
Nanami then wanders into the bathroom without a word, coming seconds later holding his yellow, leopard-printed tie in his fist. Your body reacts immediately, your skin hot and your heart pitter-pattering in your chest. You know what is coming next as he gets up onto the bed on his knees beside you, still in his towel. You look down, finding his hardened cock standing at attention and creating a tent under his towel. 
Looking up at him, you immediately show him your wrists and he takes the message. “Let me know if it’s too tight,” he says before taking your wrists and tying his tie around them. You watch his hands and his face as he does, loving how focused he is and how expertly he binds your wrists together, making them secure but not tight enough where it hurts. 
Once finished, he places your arms down in front of you. “Good?” he asks and you nod, giving him a reassuring smile. Then comes the part you’ve been aching for. Standing up on his knees with his eyes trained on you, he finally loosens his towel, revealing his narrow hips, V-line, toned stomach, and hard, thick, throbbing cock to you. 
You practically salivate at the sight, especially when he begins to stroke himself right in front of you. “You want this?” he asks, his hand slowly pumping his cock in your face. “Is this what you’ve been craving?” 
You feel your pussy twitch impatiently, your thong drenched at this point. You lick your plump lips to moisten them, desperate to taste him. “Yes, Master,” you softly moan. “Please…please let me taste you. I’ll make you feel so, so good.” Nanami’s gaze softens as he inches toward you, bringing his cock to your lips. “Oh, baby,” he coos, “I know you will. Your mouth was made for me.” 
Before you know it, his cock is slipping between your lips and you are forced to quickly accommodate to his size and girth as he begins to slowly rock his hips into your panting mouth. The groan that escapes his mouth at the feeling of your hot, wet tongue and lips wrapped around his shaft is one of yearning and need. He has been so pent-up all day. You can feel it in the way his cock throbs in your mouth as it slides along your tongue, gradually sliding deeper down your throat. 
Nanami’s hand moves to the back of your head, his fingers sinking into your hair. “That’s right, darling,” he groans, transfixed by the way you take him down your throat. “Take that cock deep in that mouth for me. You’re such a good little kitty for me, aren’t you? You want all of that milk, don’t you?” 
You feel your pussy gush at his words which means he is just as into this as you are if he’s dirty-talking. You love it when he gets like this. Even more so when he decides to slide his cock out of your mouth and replace it with his index and middle fingers. “Suck them,” he orders you. You do so, wrapping your plump, soft lips around his digits and gently sucking on them, looking deep into his eyes as you do. 
When he is satisfied, he takes them out of your mouth and trails them down to your thong. He pulls the tiny, thin string of fabric to the side and proceeds to rub your gushing, soaking, wet pussy with its puffy lips and swollen clit. You moan pathetically, your eyelids fluttering closed at his touch. “K-Kento!” you moan. “Kenny, baby, please!” 
He doesn’t allow you a chance to continue to speak because his cock is sinking back into your mouth again, making your voice muffled. “Don’t you dare stop,” he demands. “And don’t close your thighs either. Keep them open for me. This is what sluts like you get, you understand?” 
You nod as best as you can with his cock still in your throat, gagging and slobbering all over it as your thick, pillowy-soft thighs tremble with the effort it takes to keep them open as Nanami rubs your pussy. He continues to fuck your throat like it’s a toy, using your mouth to get himself off. The sheer force of his intense thrusts causes the bed to creak and your cat ears to nearly fall off your head. 
“Such a good fucking slut, I swear,” he huffs as he pumps his cock in and out of your warm, wet mouth. “You were just waiting for me to come home and fuck your throat…use you up like only I can. Only I can do this to you.” He then plunges his fingers inside of you, emitting a loud, muffled moan from you around his cock. “Is that clear?” he growls. 
He slides his cock out of your mouth, the long, thick appendage bobbing in your face and hitting your cheek as it does. “Yes!” you sob. “Yes, I’m yours!” You can feel your pussy tightening around his fingers, that knot in your core about to snap. “Then show me,” he orders. “Cum all over my fucking fingers like a good kitty. Give me that fucking cum, V. Do it now!” 
The way he raises his voice makes you finally unravel and you cum all over his thick fingers that continue to curl inside of you, flicking against that spot that makes you see heaven. A symphony of moans and sobs of pleasure leave your lips as you gush all over him, your pussy walls clenching his fingers much to his enjoyment. 
When your orgasm finally stops tearing through you and fades, you are left feeling spent and satisfied though sticky from down below. Nanami slides his fingers out of you and sucks on them, slurping your cum off of his digits. He hums appreciatively as if you’re the best tithing he has ever tasted. He looks down at you panting heavily, looking winded. “Tired, darling?” he soothingly asks. 
You weakly nod, too tired to speak. “Well, too bad,” he replies, “because I still need to cum and I’m not stopping until I’m satisfied and sure that you’ve learned your lesson.” Before you can even take a breath, he has you on your back and your arms up over your head, one of his big hands clamping around them. You squeak as he slides his hips between your thighs, prying your legs apart, and his other hand slides down to move your wet thong to the side. 
“Nanami,” you say, but it’s all you can get out before his big, thick, hard cock is sliding inside of you, silencing all coherent words. As if sharing the same body, both of your eyes widen and your jaws go slack as soon as Nanami is snugly between the wet, tight, spongy walls of your cunt. “Oh, fuck!” you whine, your eyes fluttering closed at the immense pleasure you feel. He only moves slowly for a few seconds, letting you get used to him after going so long without him, and then he begins to really fuck you. 
His thrusts are brute and precise, nailing your G-spot again and again and turning your pussy into mush. “Fuck, kitty,” he moans, his lusciously deep voice washing over you and making you wetter. “You’re so fucking tight!” He moves his hand from your tied wrists to pin one of your jiggly, thick thighs to the bed, giving you the opportunity to slide them down between you as if that will stop him. 
He catches this and roughly pins them up by your head again, giving you a sharp smack on the ass with this other hand. “Move your fucking hands,” he growls. “You’re getting exactly what you wanted. You can’t run from it now, kitty.” His hips piston into you harder, faster, drawing pathetic moans, sobs, and gasps out of you. 
He stares down at you in absolute awe, loving the way your cute tummy jiggles, how your brown skin glistens in sweat, and how slutty you look as you take him. “God, you take my cock so good,” he groans. “Bet you’ve been waiting for this, hm? Bet you’ve been wishing that toy was me.” 
He leans down to press his lips to your ear, pressing his muscular, lean body to your plumper, softer one. “Tell me how good it feels,” he whispers. “Tell me you love the way I fuck you into our bed.” 
“I love it!” you babble, delirious from the dick. “I fucking love the way you fuck me, Master! I love you so, so much!”
He leans up to look down at you again, his face flushed from the pleasure and frantically fucking you. He strokes your cheek lovingly, using his thumb to gently play with your bottom lip. You part your lips and invite his digit in to suck on it. “I love you too, darling,” he moans. “Let me show you how much.” 
You barely have enough air in your lungs or energy in your body to moan or gasp as he begins to pummel you into the bed, making the bedsprings bounce and the mattress creak under your body. He grabs your titties, tummy, and thighs as he fucks you stupid, squeezing the flesh and marveling at the way your body looks so good underneath him. It makes him want to fuck you until he fills you to the brim, claiming you as his own. When he realizes how fast he is fucking you, he stops and slips out of you, his cock still hard and slick with your wetness. 
“What’s wrong?” you pant, confused. You lay there on your back as he wipes his blonde hair out of his face and away from his sweaty forehead.
“Had to take a break,” he sheepishly admits. “I’ve had a long day at work and unfortunately for you, baby, you’re pussy is the perfect stress reliever. I don’t want to be that rough with you.” 
You can see in his eyes that he needs this and you need it too. Your pussy throbs and aches for him again, needing to be released. You sit up and give him a reassuring smile, beckoning him inside you again. “It’s okay, Kento,” you whisper. “I trust you. You can take everything out on me.” 
He stares at you for a moment, looking shocked at your willingness to be his good little kitty. Then, without a word, he rises from the bed and walks over to his briefcase, his firm, plump ass hypnotizing you as he walks. You sit up straight, confused and becoming impatient with this waiting. You watch as he takes something out of his case wrapped in red wrapping paper and brings it back over to you. You watch his big titties sinewy with fine, blonde chest hair and thick cock bounce as he walks over to you and then climbs into bed. 
“I got something else to go along with the collar,” he explains, showing you what is hidden beneath the wrapping paper: a leash with a clip to hook onto the collar. Your heart leaps at the sight, especially since you know what it’s for. “Is this okay with you?” he asks, concern in his eyes. “We don’t have to go any farther than this.” 
But you do. You want to go so far that you can’t turn back. And you won’t want to because you’re with him and you know that he’ll keep you safe. “I wanna try it,” you answer. “Go ahead, Master. Leash me and fuck me how you need to.” 
You see a lustful fire explode behind Nanami’s eyes before he helps you turn around and position you onto your knees. You shiver and tremble as you feel him tug gently on your collar as he clips the leash on and then wraps it around his fist. “Head on the pillow, baby,” he instructs you and you do so, hiking your plump ass in the air. He presses a soft kiss to your lips, showing you tenderness before he ruins you. “The safety word is “red”, okay?” he whispers. “Don’t forget it.” 
“Mmm-hmm,” you hum before moaning into the pillow as his cock sinks into your pussy once more. Your jaw goes slack the minute he slides in. You can feel all of him stretching you open, his balls slapping your needy, tingling clit as he pummels into you again and again. “Fuck, Kento!” you scream into the pillow. 
You then feel him tug hard on your leash, yanking you up by the collar. “Who?” he barks into your ear, still beating your shit up like it’s somebody that owes him money. “M-Master!” you whine. “Fuck, that feels s-so good!” 
“I bet it does,” he chuckles. “I bet you love taking your Master’s cock. And you’re gonna continue to take it until I cum, understand?” He tightens his grip on the leash, squeezing your throat a bit as he continues to piston into your pussy, making your ass bounce and jiggle against him. Between the choking, his dick game, and your tied wrists, you are losing your everloving mind, quickly teetering closer to that edge of another orgasm. 
“Master,” you whimper brokenly. “I-I’m gonna cum.” Nanami moans delightfully at that, moving in close to your ear. “My little kitty is gonna cum?” he teasingly asks. “Does she wanna cum all over this cock while her Master fills you up?” You frantically nod, your walls fluttering and clenching around him. 
“Do it then,” he demands, his voice horse and desperate. “Cum for me while I cum for you, darling. Please, kitty, give it to me! Fucking cum with me!” 
It only takes a couple more harsh thrusts to finally make that dam inside of you burst. “Fuck, Kenny!” you whine as the gates finally flood and you cream all over his cock, tugging and squeezing on him as he continues to pummel into you. 
He then slams his hands down on the mattress on either side of your body and rides your pussy to chase his own high. He fucks you rough and fast, making your entire body bounce against the bed until his body tenses and stills, his one hand moving to grip your ass. “Fuck, V, I’m cumming!” he groans. “Take it all for me, kitty!” 
And like a good, obedient kitty girl, you do. You take every ounce of his cum as he spurts inside of you, moaning as he does so. You gasp as you feel him spill inside of you, filling you up to the point of spillage. You feel something wet drip down your thighs as he gives you a few more slow, sloppy thrusts before pulling out of you. He slides his cock head across your asscheeks, coating it in his cum, humming as he does so. 
You lay on the bed, completely drained, sore, and so, so satisfied. Nanami presses a kiss to the middle of your back and trails his lips downward, peppering your skin in hot, gentle kisses. You softly giggle as he does, still lying in the afterglow.
“Good kitty,” he whispers, stroking your hair. “Now let’s get you into the bath, darling.” 
You let him scoop you up from the bed and walk you into the bathroom to soak in a hot bath, bringing a lovely end to his sexy return home and creating a wonderful end to an evening with just the two of you. 
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wormswurld · 2 months
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modern day cattonquick headcannons! 🌟
felix:
- loves fortnite. would def be a streamer on twitch & get banned within 24 hours for cursing someone out and calling them poor lmao (would have ollie help him draft an apology on twitter) @quick-catton and i thought of this
- male manipulator to his core LOL. loves the smiths, radiohead (because ollie likes them), the strokes, the smashing pumpkins etc.... also def one of those annoying movie buffs. sees fight club for the first time and looks at tyler durden and says "omg he's literally me! 🤗"
- cart & nic FEINNNN. do not let this man see your vape and or cart because he will never give it back. his fave vape flavor is some tooty fruity shit lmao
- kanye west dick rider. need i say more. (this isn't me saying he supports what kanye says, but this is me saying he is the type to be like "graduation is his best work!" when it def isn't)
- chronic tiktok reposter. sees anything that relates to him and will unabashedly repost it, no matter how self-incriminating it is.
- says "sigma male" and "based" unironically (ollie wants to kill him for this)
ollie:
- my god does this man love reddit. like he for sure tells felix about the crazy ass shit he finds from r/amitheasshole
- takes pride in himself whenever someone asks does he have tiktok and he simply says "no 😐" (tho he gets all the latest trends and dances from felix)
- absolute god at mario kart, like he's so good that anytime he plays with felix he has to dodge being hit by felix's controller cuz he baby rages
- has created him and felix in the sims 4 and made them kiss
- def is a discord mod
- brokeback mountain is his favorite movie of all time.
- also for sureeee uses 4chan (only to fight bigots and point out their logical phallacy's etc)
- listens to lana del rey on the down low (his fave album is ultravioelnce cuz duh) + really likes radiohead & the cranberries
that's all i have folks! i hope u enjoyed my craziness, feel free to leave ur headcannons/thoughts below!! 😁
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ave661 · 1 year
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Hello I'm 661ave I make Call of Duty 3D renders! 😈😈
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360 renders for artists: i hope free clothes were worth it MW '23 Ghost - cliff cutscene | Urban | Tundra | NVM | Venator Soap - NVM | Tundra Price - Tundra Gaz - Tundra Makarov - 'Trojan Horse' mission
MW '22: Ghost - tattoos 1 | tattoos 2 | his mask - old ver, new ver | Senpai | Zombie | Marshal | Gilded Reaper | Classic Soap - his tattoo König - Sinister skin | 'Blood Soaked' skin Valeria tattoos Gaz - Raid skin | Standard Alejandro MW '19: Ghost - Jawbone skin Price | face Gaz Alex Keller tattoos
Keegan P. Russ
-Please do not ask me about 3d models -Please do not remove my watermarks, repost on pinterest and do not sell them
-Do you have other platforms where you post your stuff? Yes I have! Instagram, Tiktok, Twitter and Patreon
-What software are you using to create them? Now Blender 3.5, but i started making them first in Source Filmmaker
-Do you do commissions? Sorry but no. I don't want to treat it as a job, but as a hobby and something that allows me to relax and learn new things.
-Do you sell your work somewhere? I don't sell my renders anywhere, so if you see them somewhere as posters, t-shirts, stickers etc., please know that they are stolen. I would be grateful for information on this matter so that I could report it.
-What if I want to have one of your prints? I have nothing against custom prints, but only for personal use
-What if I want to support you? I have Ko-fi but also Patreon where I post my renders in the 4K version without watermarks and in the 2K version with smaller watermarks. That's where I publish my works first and sometimes nsfw content wink wink
-Can I use your renders as banners, pfp? Sure! I do not have a problem with that
-Can I use them in edits or fics? Yes, but please give me credits
-Can I trace them? Sure! but please give me credits if you were inspired by me. but please do not sell them, because I have seen people who unfortunately copied my stuff 1:1
-What do you think about reposting your work? Do not repost, especially on pinterest. If you like something, you can "reblog" here, "retweet" on Twitter and "repost" on Tiktok. It's different if you want to use them in a creative form, such as: fanfics, edits, videos, references for drawings - I fully support everything where you give something from yourself! Just give me credits if you don't want to tag me.
But if someone only downloads my renders to post them on their account with 50 hashtags to get as many likes as possible - then no.
-How long does it take you to make renders? Many hours. I am self-taught, I did not graduate from any special school in this field, so I often devote a lot of time to learning, so please respect that. But to answer your question, it depends on the project - sometimes 4 hours, sometimes a week. It's still fanart after all so sometimes I make mistakes.
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