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littlefreya · 1 month

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Pictures of You

Summary: While Sy is deployed, his new girlfriend sends him nudes, and now he must take care of 'business' himself while fantasizing about the things he would do to her.

Pairing: Captain Syverson x himself x OFC

Word count: 1,200

Warnings: 18+ (Minors DNI), pure smut, graphic depiction of sex (male x female), male masturbation, bodily fluids, accidental creampie, dirty language, punishment, Freya using "peach". Being caught in the act. A bit of fluff. Not beta'd.

*No permission is given for reposting my work, translating, copying it, or parts of it and claiming it as your own*

A/N: It's been a while since I posted. I am working on a series (plural), but I got inspired by a lovely anon today. I'm not sure if I'm tagging anyone since my tag list is probably outdated and I'm not sure who still wants on. So, if you enjoyed, reblog, or comment, let me know. I'd appreciate it. 🖤

Pictures of You

At last, night unfurled, and the camp became quiet.

The glorified Captain retired to his quarters, exhausted from a day of training recruits and tedious paperwork. This deployment would be long, and though he loved being The Captain - Logan Syverson was beginning to miss home.

It was all because of her. Sy shouldn't have caught feelings, long-distance relationships were never his thing, but damn, she was something else; a woman way above his league, pretty, hot as hell and way too smart to be with a military grunt like him.

Needless to say, fucking her made him feel like a god.

Stripping down to his boxer, Sy slumped into his bed with a huff and reached for the private cell phone stuffed in his drawer.

Twenty unanswered messages appeared on the screen—three of them from her.

Joy painted his face at the sight of her name. Ignoring everything else, he went directly to read her messages.

“Missing my big Sy”, the first message read.

The other - “something to make you think of me.”

The last message was simply an attachment. Curious, Sy tapped it open.

‘Fucking hell.’

The unmistakable pang of desire instantly surged through his groin.

There she was, his sweet woman, naked and spread open like a present unwrapped, especially for him. She was sitting on her bed, one breast gripped by her palm with her nipple peeking through dark-painted nails while her other hand toyed with the sweet peach between her thighs.

“Fuck,” Sy muttered. Already rock-hard. Absentmindedly, his hand massaged the hefty bulge through the fabric of his boxers, eliciting a deep groan from under his breath.

‘What are you doing to me, babygirl?”

It wasn’t just her naked body and the way her finger teased her own slit, but the look she gave him, the familiar neediness in her gaze, the way she bit her lip.

Damn, if she was here right now… He’d fucking punish her for teasing him so bad! He’d pin her to the wall with his hand around her throat and show her what happens to naughty girls who like playing such wicked games.

Now he had three fucking months to go, and all he could think of was how bad he wanted to be inside her tight little cunt.

‘Well, guess I’ll have to take care of this myself…’

Springing his cock free from his boxers, he ran his rough fingers up and down the length of his imposing shaft - slow at first, as Sy enjoyed taking his time, just as he would with her. His thumb rolled across the crown of his cock, gently grazing the tip while he imagined flipping her against the pitted wall in this room. Make her take it from behind so he could look at that perfect rounded ass of hers and watch his cock slipping in and out of her body.

Still holding the photo open, he focused on her succulent cunt before spitting onto his open palm and griping himself once again. Tighter this time, he squeezed onto his girth and began to fuck his own hand.

Pants and groans sputtered from his mouth, his chest heaving as he gradually picked up the pace. In his fantasy, he parted her ass cheeks and teased her dripping little hole until she begged him to fuck him. Then he forced himself all the way in, making her cry out.

The sounds of her moans echoed in his memory, so helpless and desperate at the same time - he was nearly too much for her; that narrow cavern of hers could barely take his leviathan cock, but still, she took every pounding, becoming wetter around his shaft as her body not only yielded to accommodate him but lured him deeper inside.

“I want inside you, babygirl…” Sy mumbled out loud, his hand now moving in ecstatic fervour. Sweat dripped down the contracting muscles of his abs. Soon, he felt himself swell even larger, and his sack strained with the desperate need for release.

He tightened his grip, now choking his shaft and thinking of how it felt when she came around him. How she contracted all around his cock and shattered like glass smashing on the floor.

“Don’t come inside….” She’d warned him. She wasn’t on the pill. But this time, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself from filling her full of his cum, and maybe… he wouldn’t want to…

It was his fantasy, after all.

“FUCK!!!”

With the image spilling inside her, he allowed himself to be swept by the fierce waves of pleasure, his entire body buzzing with bliss as hot, thick ribbons of ecstasy spilt over his fingers. He might have shouted too loudly, but it’s not like he ever gave a fuck.

It took Sy a few good minutes to climb down to earth, and then he chuckled hoarsely as he noticed the mess he had left on his hand. Shaking his head, he reached for a towel and wiped himself clean before returning to gaze at her photo.

“What am I gonna do with you, doll?”

Well, there was an idea. He could repay the favour by sending her a photo of himself. Usually, he was against this type of stuff, but what she did was particularly risky for a woman, and if she was bold enough to treat him, he could do the same. Besides, they had three months until they could meet again. He better make sure she remembered who she belonged to.

He stroked himself lightly. Still semi-hard, he wondered whether he could work himself to another erection this soon when a knock sounded at the door.

“Mother of f…. One moment !!!”

Sy yelled. Irritated, he briefly tucked his shaft back in his boxers and jumped out of bed. The room smelled rancid, but Sy couldn’t bring himself to care. He couldn’t even bring himself to put on a shirt as he rushed to the door.

“What?” He grunted before getting to see who was on the other side.

‘Well, fuck me sideways.’

It was a woman because why the hell not? Private Hicks, to be precise. The young thing’s eyes flared with surprise and then snapped to the floor to avoid staring at her sweaty, half-naked superior, but not before catching a glance of his hairy, tattooed chest and the semi-erected bulge in his groin.

The strong scent of sweat and sex hit her nostrils like a smack in the face. It took everything not to curl her face. There was no need to put two and two together to realise what she had just intruded.

“Sir.” Hicks saluted in badly hidden embarrassment.

Sy let out a deep sigh. Clearly, she knew what he was doing before she arrived. She probably heard him come all over himself right before knocking. Frankly, he wasn’t ashamed.

“Get on with it, Private.”

“Sir,” she repeated, her voice a slight tremble. “ I’m sorry to bother you… but the Major asked me to get you.”

Sy scratched the back of his head and groaned deeply. “Tell him I’ll be there in 10.”

Without any other comment, he shut the door, leaving Hicks to wander back to the Major’s office, all shaken and quaking.

As she walked away, she couldn’t help but bite her lips. All across her body, she felt those little electric streams of excitement, and her breath suddenly became shallow. She shouldn’t have thought of her superior like this, on what he did behind that closed door just a moment before she arrived, but Captain Syverson was too hot to handle and, needless to say, too loud.

Well, she’d have to take care of herself later…

#henry cavill #captain syverson #captain syverson x reader #captain syverson x ofc #captain syverson fanfiction #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill fanfiction #sand castle

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writingforstraykids · 3 months

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Hii! So I don’t know if you’ve already posted this… but if not, could you please do soft thoughts for Changbin?? (He’s my bias)

Thank you!!! I love your work btw!! 💗

I tried my best since I don't really write for anyone else but Min, Chan, Lix and sometimes Innie now. I do hope I did your imagination justice🖤 thanks to @zehina, niki and kylei for their ideas☺️

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

Changbin loves coming home to you after a long day, resting his head in your lap, and relaxing. He loves it when you run your hand through his hair, soothingly massaging his scalp as you tell him about your day. He doesn't stop planting tiny kisses on your other hand and your thighs, getting sleepier with every passing second he spends in your comforting presence.

Speaking of headscratches, he loves when your nails are a little longer or you get them done professionally because he loves the way they scratch his scalp just perfectly. Especially on nights when he has a hard time falling asleep.

Whenever you're not feeling well, whether at home or in public, his hand naturally finds your back. He rubs soothing circles on your lower back or all the way up and down, assuring you he's there.

Changbin always has an extra bottle of water with him, not wanting his beloved partner to dehydrate. He always makes sure to have one with him, reminding you as often as he can to "just take a little sip" and then relax for another ten minutes. Especially in the summer when you're out having fun with him, you're very glad about this sometimes annoying habit.

A, for you, rather amusing habit of his is helping you put on your socks and shoes. You have no idea why, but this man is on his knees faster than you can comprehend and makes sure you're all comfortable in your socks. Then he puts on your shoes for you, and if needed, he ties your shoelaces tightly enough for them to stay that way the whole day. He can get really sulky if you "forget" to tell him and won't let him help you.

If you're the type for candles, he has your back. No matter the occasion or time of the year, this man can find you fitting candles: lavender for when you're stressed, sweet pumpkin-themed ones for Halloween, red roses for Valentine's Day, or cinnamon and orange during Christmas time. He never fails to amaze you, and by now, you have an amazing, unique candle collection, keeping one of each flavor to remember forever.

Another one that has started quite early in your relationship is matching with him. It started with matching your outfits by color before adding matching sweaters. For your first anniversary, he got you matching keychains, and soon after, you had matching phone cases. Several ones, in fact, so you could change them as often as you'd like, and he always makes sure to change his own accordingly.

Changbin won't let you carry your own stuff for once. He's always hovering, holding your bag for you, grabbing your drinks and snacks, and if you'd let him, he'd hold your phone right under your nose the whole day as well. In his eyes, you shouldn't have to carry anything since you have a "pretty strong boyfriend who can take care of you." Yes, your coffee will still fit into his hand next to your shopping bags, handbag, wallet, keys, and donuts.

He loves acting silly with you, especially when it's only the two of you. Whenever you put on your playlist with girl group songs, he'll go crazy with you, outdancing you with ease. It's frustrating, really. You have no chance against those hips and goofy smile.

He craves your attention every second of the day. Binnie wants to wake up next to your sleeping face, to hold you as you sleep, and to the feeling of your heartbeat against his chest. Your heartbeat is his favorite sound, right after your laugh. Whenever he can, he places his head on your chest to listen to it beating and smirks at it, picking up pace when he calls you by one of his ridiculous pet names.

Speaking of ridiculous nicknames, Binnie is definitely the type for it. He calls you by the longest and weirdest-sounding pet names you only see in memes. Getting a laugh from you in return feels like another win for him. He'd do everything to make sure you're happy.

He is your number one fan, and he will never deny it. If you ever doubt yourself and he notices the slightest sign of it, he's there. Hyping you up and comforting you in everything you do. That also means he'll do everything to make you comfortable. He'll pick up your favorite food no matter the time, hold you close, or just let you cry on his shoulder for a bit.

He loves your body in every single way. If you ever have trouble accepting your body and don't tell him, he'll be pouty all day because he wants to help. If you want to change something out of comfort and not self-hatred, he's there every step of the way. He'll hype you for your new hairstyle or color, he'll help you pick out new outfits, and oh, he'll be the happiest man alive if you ever join him at the gym.

He carries you for fun. If he wants you to join him at the gym, cook dinner with you or watch a movie he'll pick you up and throw you over his shoulder carrying you there. Especially when you playfully protested against doing whatever he had in mind. You love him so much for this quirky habit.

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melishade · 17 days

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It has been done!

I really enjoyed making these, especially Megatron!

I decided that Megatron has a man bun, because… idk, he seems like the type. I only gave him partially gray hair because he is technically supposed to be younger than Optimus (so weird…) but I think it’s fun that his years of stress and adding dark energon just made him gray faster in terms of human translation since he’s literally gray. I honestly adore the fact I gave him an aquiline nose, similar to in IDW comics, I also did similar stylization with the two-triangles shading.

The scars looked more red and raw than I intended, but honestly it looks metal (heh) so I don’t mind too much.

When you were talking about how hard it is to nail Optimus’s holoform… you weren’t joking. I got his hair down pretty easily, I figured he’d want it short and styled back for convenience. I originally wanted to make him ginger but went with what you intended for him, so I just made his hair a reddish-brown instead (the warm lighting more than compensates for it, and I honestly find it cool that his hair just looks bright, firey red in golden hour/sunlight!)

I had to change Opti’s colors so much, but I’m satisfied with his desaturated red jean jacket. I leaned more towards brown, I’m sure it used to be brighter, but working the the Corps gets you dirty and I think he’d appreciate the look of earthy tones (plus, I think kids and people in general like the more familiar and warm palette than the bright red, idk)

I’m rambling a lot but I did want to put as much thought as I could into these bc 1) I adore the concept of holoforms and wished they were used more and 2) Megatron/Mathew is my fav, so…

Just as a last note: if you look at the eyes of both characters, Megs has a triangle purple highlight and two small, blue dot highlights while Optimus has a yellow square highlight and two red dot highlights (they aren’t super visible but it’s the thought that counts 😅)

Thank you for your wonderful work and make sure to take care of yourself!

FIRST OF ALL THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!

Second, yes, it is so wild to me that Optimus is actually older than Megatron, because according to the covenant of Primus and the Aligned continuity, Optimus was reborn as Orion immediately after the War of the Primes. Meanwhile Megatron was actually born during the Age of Wrath.

Optimus looks so pretty, but his smile also looks so sad. He's hiding his burdens and traumas with a smile! Look at the fluffy hem of his coat! It looks so cozy! Also, I really like the shading for Optimus because it looks like the sun is setting behind him. The shading of his hair looks so gorgeous!

Hehe. Looking at Megatron's hoodie, all I can think about is how Megatron who put the hood over his head and sulk when he's upset. And I absolutely adore the different colors that both he and Optimus have. Like you brought up the fact that Optimus has warmer colors and even with the sun shing behind Megatron, you can tell that there are cooler colors being used. Like I can see hints of purple in Megatron's hair.

I actually did zoom in to see the eye coloring that you were doing and I absolutely adore it for both Optimus and Megatron.

Honestly this is so amazing and thank you so much for taking time to do this. I genuinely appreciate it.

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tigerwolfproductions · 1 year

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You’re challenged by Bookworm Becky!

Superheroine Wordgirl wants to battle!

My “as close as I can get to Pokemon” style is back! ... and just as confused as before.

Ah, the official Pokemon style. It changes with every generation, has confusing shading techniques in some gens, and I just kinda had to go with “the best I could manage” again XP (pretty proud of Bob’s tail flame though! That was tricky to do).

Moving on from my artist woes, it’s Becky and Bob Botsford and their secret identities of Wordgirl and Captain Huggyface! Been on a Wordgirl kick recently and since it came directly after a Pokemon kick, well, my brain inevitably crossed the two over. My brain also decided that it was enough of a masochist to want to take another crack at Pokemon style(ish), so here we are! I think the lineart has improved for the most part for human characters; I definitely felt more confident making Becky/Wordgirl! I actually based her off Shauna from XY... Not sure what urged me to do so, but I guess it worked so I ain’t complaining, haha.

Posing was actually tricky. I was originally going to put Becky in a bit more of a cutesy pose, but actually decided against it. She’s Becky Botsford, mild mannered ten year old. I figured, why not make the contrast between her and the Wordgirl pose all the more apparent? Ya know, put all her energy into the bold super-identity! So that I did, though I will say hands pointing at the screen is not a fav of mine to do at the moment, lol

As for Bob, I honestly didn’t really think of many difference there’d be between him and a regular Monferno, but I did add a couple of extra hair tufts to the back of his head. They’re there to represent the front hair tufts he has in the show :3 And of course he’s gotta be eating something, so I looked around and found a berry that would work for him. Not that he’d discriminate against most other berries, but I wanted one that made sense in some way, so a Shuca berry it was! They halve the damage from a super-effective ground-type attack, and have a “spicy-sweet-smooth” flavor chart and with Monferno being a fire type, I figured that spicy part worked out.

Speaking of, it actually took a moment of my time to brainstorm through what Pokemon to make Bob. It had to be a monkey, but what kind? First, there was the point of what type to make him, so I watched a few Wordgirl episodes and happened across a fight between him and Leslie and basically slapped my forehead because a doi- Fighting type for his ability to do Karate! So with that narrowed down, I tried to go through my memories for what monkey Pokemon were fighting types. Passiman came first, but they’re a bit too big for Bob to be. The Mankey line doesn’t quite fit in with his body type or nature, so I had to forgo that too. Then I remembered the fire-fighting starter monkey that made an obvious fit: Monferno! Which also works out because of course a ten year old would have a starter Pokemon as a main partner, and Monferno also shares the blue and red that Captain Huggyface’s uniform has.

Becky/Wordgirl wasn’t too hard to redesign outside of doing it in (the as close as I can get to) Pokemon style. The hardest part of Becky was the skirt thanks to shading, but I think I managed something decent. Second place actually goes to her book bag though. That main button was harder to nail down than I thought it’d be... As for the charms, I thought they could be a cute nod to two main things about her- the secret identity and her love of unicorns, which I figured would translate into a love of Ponyta/Rapidash in the Pokemon universe. Especially the Galarian forms, haha.

On the Wordgirl side, there was a bit more I decided to add. Most of it was dedicated to making her uniform feel a little bit more Pokemon-y, so I added some extra details to the boots and gloves then added pouches to her belt. The goggles were technically a part of that too, but also just because I like the idea of her one day adding them to her uniform (maybe one too many times of getting random goop in her eyes would make her consider it lol). I definitely like the results- I think it makes her look a bit like she’s wearing some sort of space hero outfit :D

As for what exactly this AU would entail, I’d like to think it wouldn’t change much from the main show. Becky lives in a city somewhere in Unova, living her daily life as a regular trainer that goes to a quaint little school with her partner Pokemon, Bob the Monferno (that’s totally normal to have as a starter in Unova; please ignore the part where she should have a Unovian starter). But in her secret double life, she takes on the odd supervillains in her city as Wordgirl, alien superheroine with a perfect vocabulary! But I do imagine Captain Huggyface would get to do more with his moveset of Ember, Close Combat, Mach Punch, and Focus Energy, (Becky unfortunately slacks a little on Pokemon training) as well as an appetite that rivals a Snorlax.

... Wow I rambled about my process. Well, thanks to anyone who read through it all; y’all have a nice day/evening!

#artists on tumblr #art #digital art #wordgirl #wordgirl fanart #pokemon #pokemon fanart #monferno #pokemon monferno #crossover #cartoon #a tigerwolf production

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yuurivoice · 23 days

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Not to tell you how to do your job or anything, and I don't think it's the audience's place to give suggestions when this is YOUR profession, it's just a small idea that occured to me.

But maybe in the upcoming Auron audio you could add a little note on the screen saying that new Auron content is coming soon, and then like do the same with future compilation videos, since they tend to do so well!! Like to let people know that if they like the characters, this is not where the story ends at all and they should stick around. I say this mainly cause I remember you once talked about how the major numbers on the Finn compilation didn't translate to a major increase in subscribers. Really hope this didn't come off as rude, I just think maybe if people think the compilations are the ENTIRE story it might not occur to them to subscribe!

It also might yield no results at all, idk. I just remember I didn't subscribe until multipleeee videos had been recommended to me over MONTHS, mainly because I had no idea that there was a story to be followed.

I've written like three different responses to this but as I yap on I get new conclusions and ideas. This is v3 of my answer lmfao.

Preface: People don't pay attention to shit and unless you are clever or use a hammer, they do not care. They want the content. ESPECIALLY if they aren't familiar with you. This makes any deliberate Calls to Action run the risk of annoyance rather than making a meaningful impact on conversions.

Bonus note: If a video is scheduled to premiere, there's nothing I can add to it at this point without doing a whole reupload, giving Thoo a bunch of extra work, and all that shit. So that wasn't ever an option anyway.

My approach in this current iteration of how I do things is that rather than slob on somebody's knob begging for a sub, they're encouraged to either watch more videos or go to the homepage. My working hypothesis is that you're actually MORE likely to get a curious viewer to drop by your homepage before they subscribe, because they want to see what else is available.

The most recent changes I made to the channel homepage should make it abundantly clear that there are multiple stories, characters, and styles of content to jump into. Making sure that the homepage is great has probably made a massive difference in that regard, without impacting the videos themselves.

Playlists are horribly underutilized in this niche in particular, and on lots of YouTube channels really. So I made sure to try and nail that down. Still need to get the channel trailer locked in but tbh I don't know how effective those really are in 2024.

All of that being said, a ~15 second welcome intro at the start that explains what the compilation is and invites viewers to sub/explore the playlists would probably be the easiest way to accomplish that without intruding on the listening/viewing experience in a way that feels desperate or pander-y. That in conjunction with the end screen prompt would probably be the easiest way to do it.

I don't feel like that immediately turns massive hit videos into untapped wells of subscribers that I missed out on, it could help contextualize things a little more and who knows, maybe it WOULD be a big deal. Hard to say!

The context for me not immediately being like OH IT'S A SLAM DUNK HOW DID I NOT THINK OF THIS is because I run a very lucrative business converting viewers to patrons and I have very minimal in-video notes about hearing the spicy bits on Patreon. People often figure things out for themselves if they're motivated enough, and you run the risk of chasing them off if you come across like a desperate ass hoe. lmfao

I appreciate the ask, but also can assure you that I've spent several hours mulling over these very specific issues and I've considered just about every angle. If I had included every little detail and wrinkle of information I was cooking up in the various iterations of this answer it would be a mile long. So trust me. I've thought about it in great detail, have worked with people on it, workshopped things and much more!

Y'all got me yappin' up a storm on here lately. lmfao

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c0ld0utside · 1 month

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Hi💜💜💜

Firstly I just wanted to say that I loved your writing, it's very good and I loved the story you wrote about the human father and the monster son, I would like part 2 of this story if it wasn't too much trouble (of course only if you want to do it)

What’s this, a part 2?

Yeah, it’s a part two.

Joey and Tim back at it again.

Warnings (Let me know if I need to add any): Mention of force-feeding, mention of bondage, mention of “Joey”!Reader’s horns are filed down, mention of “Joey”!Reader getting muzzled, infantilization(?)

It’s been a few months since you were adopted by Tim, and the first few weeks with him were rough, to say the least. Any chance you got, you’d either bite, headbutt, and scratch him, or you’d make a break for it. This led to him having to file your horns down after one of them nicked his cheek and putting a muzzle on you after you bit him so hard he had to get stitches. Tim wasn’t happy about it at all.

He wasn’t happy about having to force-feed you, either. He didn’t know why you wouldn’t eat the meals he made you. Tim made sure to include everything since he didn’t know what your species ate. Meats, seafood, dairy, grains, greens, fruits…you either wouldn’t eat it or would find a way to cough it up. Tim had to settle on making you drink smoothies and protein shakes.

“I hate doing this to you. You’re not an animal, sweetness. Stop making me treat you like one.” He’d say, rubbing your head gently as he tried to help you fall asleep. It would’ve been nice had your arms and legs not been tied together with rope. “Anyone else would treat you like one, but I don’t. I know you’re sentient enough. You’re not a dog. Just work with me, okay?”

“I’m doing so much for you, you have no idea. Can you even fully understand me? Probably not. I wonder what that’s like- well, I kind of can. It’s been a while though.”

Begrudgingly, you did. You stopped lashing out and let him feed you food that wasn’t put through the blender. You pay attention when he reads you stories and shows you those silly things on his “phone.” Tim called them “educational videos,” leaving out the fact that they were targeted at pre-schoolers and elementary school kids. You fight the urge to run whenever he has you trace the cursive prints in the writing workbooks he bought.

Tim is especially understanding whenever you voice your hatred for math with hisses and growls during the middle of a problem. It was easy at first- adding, subtracting, multiplying, dividing…and then fractions and decimals came in. Once you got the hang of reading and writing, Tim enrolled you in online classes. “Remember to put on those contacts I got you,” He’ll say at least ten minutes before your first class starts.

Unlucky for you, Tim works from home as a translator, so that means no escape attempts during the day. He changed up the lock to your bedroom so it locks from the outside and nailed your window shut. “I’m really sorry sweetness, I don’t trust you entirely just yet.” Tim had explained. “It’s fair, right? You don’t completely trust me, and I don’t completely trust you to not run away.”

Today’s different. Much to his surprise, you’ve curled up into his side, watching as he translates a book into French. Tim’s surprise melts into pure joy. He wraps an arm around you, pulling you closer as he works.

“What’d you learn today?” Tim asks, gaze shifting back to his laptop screen. “How genes work,” You reply simply. “It made me wonder who my sire is. I take after them more.”

Tim hums in reply. “You’re a funky little guy, I’ll give you that.” He says, gently scratching your head, fingers running through your…mane? Hair? He doesn’t know what to call it. “Does your species have a name?” Tim asks, sounding genuinely curious. You shake your head.

“My parent never told me much about my “species.” We just are, I guess. That and to stay away from others because they’ll try to kill me.” You say.

“Like bears?” Tim assumes. You can only shrug. “Probably. How do bears behave?” He shuts his laptop. “Alrighty, documentary time,” Tim says, getting up to put his laptop away.

“What about your job?” You ask, sitting up on the couch. “No need to worry. I’m almost done and I could use a break, anyway.” He answers dismissively, plugging the device in to charge on the counter. Walking back over to you, Tim grabs the TV remote off the coffee table and turns it on. Opening up some streaming service, he turns on a nature documentary and sits down next to you.

“Isn’t this nice?” Tim asks. “Sure,” you offer, reaching up to feel your horns. They’re coming back in, slowly but surely. Tim promised that he wouldn’t file them down again unless you tried to hurt him again. Which is fair. He takes notice of your movements, expression turning apologetic.

On the TV, the narrator observes a herd of zebras. “...Is it still a firm no?” You pipe up. Tim lets you have online friendships with the other kids in your classes, but won’t let you see them in person. “On meeting up with Shay and Lucas?”

Tim sighs. “Sweetness, you know it’s dangerous. Other humans aren’t accepting like I am, and I don’t want you to be taken away and prodded at by scientists. You’re a person, not an-” “-Animal. I know.” You cut him off irritatedly.

“Hey,” He says, tone softening. “...How about this. You can meet up with them, but I come with you. Deal?”

“Is that the only option I have?” You ask. “Mhm,” Tim hums.

“Fine. Deal.”

I'm taking advantage of my break to catch up on asks instead of writing an essay. No regrets. As always, criticism is welcome.

May I just say, you're looking divine today. Have you ever had a fruit bowl before? You should try it.

#yandere #platonic #platonic yandere #yandere dad #yandad #yandere platonic

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seirclys · 11 months

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SUOL-nim Season 4 Livestream recap!

Note: This will only be the English portions since I don't speak Korean or Japanese (ノAヽ)

Reminder: DO NOT SHARE IMAGES OR SCREENSHOTS OF SUOL-NIM'S STREAM. WE AREN'T ALLOWED TO DO THAT.

Season 3's recap

Thank you to @eloise-writes-things, @leila-lirui, @bluebutterflyrose, and @karmablacks for helping supplement some of this information when I was outside or when I was sick ^^

This time she's streaming on Youtube instead of Twitch! However, the VOD will still not be saved afterward.

As speculated, the cover is Winter and Siyeon(our transmigrator FL), with the necklace Winter gave her in the caves :)

volume 6 will be out this summer(approximately)

Unfortunately, she doesn't know when the English translation will be licensed since it's between Gyeoeul-nim and the publisher,,

Her voice is so nice... she speaks Korean, English, and Japanese too!

Return of the pink underlayer for the magenta hair!

She talked a little about the Alice in Wonderland dress! The color was specified in the novel as "sky-blue", and SUOL-nim thought it would be fitting for Siyeon to wear such a dress while adventuring with our White Rabbit, Winter

Ahh I had to leave the house for a few hours so the stuff below are all my panicked notes. Some of these are out of order, sorryyy

SUOL-nim showed us the concept arts of the characters individually.

Fun fact, Siyeon and OG!Penelope's concept art has them wearing the same colored shoes, but Siyeon's shoes have low heels, almost like flats.

She says that out of all the characters, Callisto is the hardest to draw. This is especially since his golden hair has narrative importance and the aesthetic is hard to nail down.

The webtoon is mostly SUOL-nim's own work! She doesn't really speak to Gyeoeul-nim about work matters or help in adapting some scenes.

It takes her a week to finish a chapter, so she doesn't really have a "backlog" of progress. This is also why there's an extra week of break after four weeks.

One of the most memorable changes she made in the adaptation was changing the Empire's name from "Inca" to "Eorka". She reasoned that because "Inca" is the name of a real Empire, it would be confusing. Thus, she changed it.

The anagram of "Eorka" to "Korea" was completely accidental.

She has an Instagram for her SUOL account(like how she has a personal and a work Twitter) but has no plans on using it since her Twitter is overwhelming.

She doesn't have a favorite dress, but one of the ones she's especially attached to is the white Goddess dress since most of Penelope's wardrobe is dark.

She shows her folders occasionally, and we get little peeks of concept art for characters like Ivonne, the assassins, Penelope's male disguise, Cedrick, Emily's Hunting Competition dress, Winter's layered clothing, and minor characters, as well as the tiny bird monsters.

She also showed the dress concepts for Season 3!

In addition, we got to see a rendered concept of Penelope(think the promotional portrait) as well as a version of that style for Reynold and Penelope's faces in her folders.

There was also a WIP with Eckles and Penelope, perhaps a small illustration she scrapped, hasn't released yet, or just a concept.

We also got to see a silly doodle of Penelope, a redraw of a Crayon Shin-Chan frame(it's a popular kids manga/anime in East Asia).

The original was Shin-Chan trying to decide between a few identical outfits; the VADD version is the one where Penelope is surrounded by objects representing each ML.

The ointment from Reynold, the scroll from Callisto, Winter's mask, Eckles' collar, and Derrick's bird cage.

Her rendering is immaculate; Siyeon glows off the page.

The info after this is second-handed since I'm still sick and I fell asleep an hour before it ended ;-; but my throat is killing me and my ears were ringing

The Eckles Penelope art is the preliminary sketch for the physical Vol. 6(from my calculations!)

She moved to sketches around this time ^^

For the top row, SUOL-nim drew a Penelope, an Eckles getting dressed, and a sulky baby Reynold in a onesie. To the right of him is a doodle of him and Derrick in high chairs, with the Duke and a heavily pregnant Duchess watching over them.

On the bottom row, we have Emily in a noblewoman's dress and a fan with her hair pinned up(with feathers!), the head butler Pennel, and an overworked salaryman Cedrick on his phone.

Edit: He's chatting about Callisto with his feet on the table while thinking about strangling Callisto loll.

The stream was approximately 6 hours long!

Also, something she reiterated for a bit: Season 4 is planned to come out in August/September. The dates are tentative but she wants to get it out to us by that period.

It was nice seeing a lot of the discord and tumblr crew!!

Also, the stream tea: SUOL-nim requested that we translate our comments that weren't in Korean, English, or Japanese since she has to moderate the chat still and she doesn't want to feel left out of her own stream. Even if it's conversing amongst themselves, they should still translate.

A group of Arabic-speaking viewers actively ignored her and there were small fights in chat, and she even addressed this issue TWICE.

And in the end they still didn't do it, so... PLEASE RESPECT SUOL-nim's stream rules! At the end of the day, it's still HER stream! She has to moderate it! Don't make it unnecessarily difficult for streamers to stream!

This is basic chat etiquette.

#lysia's posts #lysia recaps!#villains are destined to die #vadd #death is the only ending for a villainess #death is the only ending for the villainess #ditoeftv

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satoriberry · 1 year

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miscellaneous tokimitsu aoshi headcanons (currenty exploding with love for this guy lets just do this)

watch out for: shidou ryusei, maybe slight tokiaryu but its platonic lol

has stomach issues from being so stressed all the time. give the boy a laxative pls :(

his favourite fruit is mangoes. sits in his home all summer eating them to the point where you could see mango juice stains all over his face (yknow, like spaghetti sauce on lil babies)

since he doesn't like cream based desserts (source: in the manga books somewhere, not sure cause i got this from twitter translations lol), he can't really join the guys when they're getting icecream which makes him sad but aryu insists on getting sorbet with him because "dairy causes me to breakout". in reality, its because he doesnt want aoshi to feel left out

used to have braces from ages 11-14 and literally gets flashbacks of that era

almost had his first kiss during a spin-the-battle game at a party in his first year but chickened out last second

doesn't like chewy candy like starbursts or hard gummies because the amount of force needed to chew on them puts him edge (calm down its just candy lmfao)

kind of popular between the girls, but not the ones from his class cause they know how much of a worry-worm he is

does not understand shidou, like, at all. especially his hair. they were in the showers once and tokimitsu attempted to compliment the blonde dye in his hair, but then shidou was like "its not dyed, its natural". tokimitsu proceeded to physically turn 180° and pretend he didnt open his mouth in the first place

even though he's really proud of his physique and muscles, he sometimes gets jealous of those guys that can rock really baggy clothes without their body's silhouette being visible :(

has a fascination with hair textures, eg: wavy, curly, coily. he has plain hair so he finds it so interesting how hair can have different shapes

a good swimmer but the idea of drowning overpowers his want to swim more often

if you asked him 'who's the hottest player you've ever seen' he'll say aryu cause he has no real answer. but, subconciously, he knows its oliver.

helps old people cross the street, even if its inconvenient for him

a bitch for noise-cancelling headphones. they save his life when public noises are too stimulating

likes collecting cute socks as a hobby but doesnt tell anybody about it

INSANELY jealous of people with nice nails or simply decent ones because his are so worn down from all the biting and stress chewing

favourite type of clothes are basketball shorts and crewneck sweaters

his skin is so soft its crazy. he doesnt even care about it but at all times he's??? just??? shining???? glistening and bright.

#berry.writes <3 #i cant contain myself he's so PERFECT #i want to kiss him so bad #cute lil guy #an adorable one #i am normal about him.#aoshi tokimitsu #tokimitsu aoshi #blue lock #blue lock headcanons

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the-nysh · 1 year

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Started watching Mob Psycho 100. About 5 episodes in and yeah, I get why this show is so popular. It's good, even real good, so far. Mob is a good protagonist and the animation has been really impressive.

I also recently started reading One Punch Man and it's fine. I like the art and every now and again it gives me a chuckle. But ultimately I think OPM has a fairly conservative world view that makes me hard to enjoy it as anything more than easy fluff. It's all about the power of the individual and has some really questionable class politics in places. I know it's not intended for a deep read, but I can't help it. I'm glad I'm reading it through the library instead of buying individual volumes. I think I'm like 21 volumes into it.

Back to MP100, I'm still early so I can't say for sure yet, but I feel like it is the better written and realized of the two. I'm a sucker for the monster-of-the-week style format and so far it has been nailing while also developing the characters pretty well.

I gotta say, I'm impressed. I'm usually pretty cautious around checking out popular things since I tend to not enjoy them. So far that's not the case here.

Hmm...I'd say this is probably something better shared on your own blog, especially after I recently discussed how people reading opm at face value while writing it off as shallow fluff is a very unfortunate thing. (There's also no need to sporadically check it thru the library, likely with the dumbed down viz translations mis-marketing it as 'safe' for 12yr olds, when the entire fan archive exists. Also season one is there if you prefer watching.)

Because if you are armed with the knowledge of mp100, then you should be able to recognize ONE's exact same themes within opm, just explored and addressed from the other side of the spectrum. Mp100 just happens to be more straightforward and obvious about it since it's a shonen. But you have to look closer in opm (which is a seinen) - think about why ONE would be presenting some very fucked up things thru the levity and ironic lens of Saitama's pov. Because I guarantee you ONE's not 'supporting' those things you listed. The importance of human connections, emotions, and meaningful relationships in a crapsack world on the brink of humanity's very extinction cannot be understated; thinking that means 'individual power above all else' is the complete opposite of what the story's actually about. Because time and again, power isn't everything, and more often than not, it comes with the monkey's paw curse of being not what the character(s) thought they wanted.

So these are adult characters, dealing and fumbling with adult problems such as ennui, burnout, depression, disillusionment, alienation, emptiness, and loneliness in a hostile world where it's a daily struggle to even live. Where suffering and increasing monsterization go hand in hand. Now think about how this might be very relevant and closely resonate with adult readers struggling thru the very same things. :O Who see opm's characters as some of their biggest healing comforts. (And personally, this is why I prefer opm for its adult cast.) So you can have preferences too and choose to read opm at face value, but at most you're only getting about 30% of the story enjoyment out of it that way. I'd say continue to enjoy mp100, but don't let that hastily affect your judgment in writing off opm's merits either. :'D

#opm #mp100 #anonymous #replies #unfortunately the official viz tls don't do opm any favors #in making it seem worse than it is (since they cut so many corners)

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toutallyahoe · 2 years

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Loud ~ Klaus (Supa Strikas)

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dedicated to: certain horny fuckers, you know who you whores are <3

pairing(s): klaus von jurgen ulf gutentag x male reader

warnings: dacryphilia, praise kink, mentions of slight overstimulation, mentions of wanting to tie and gag a loud whore up, horny dumb football boi, shitty german that i plop in from google translate lol

a/n: i love me some horny dumb football bois so much uwu

btw yes i am alive but whoo boi mental stability? who she, never know her. only horny helps to keep the sadness at bay lol

"Bitte [Name], hör auf, mich zu ärgern!" Klaus squealed, nails digging deep onto [Name]'s skin. A choked outcry left his lips as Klaus then dragged his nails down on [Name]'s back, earning a pained groan from the other from his actions. Klaus wanted to apologize for hurting [Name] but was too busy taking in all the pleasure given to him.

"Darling, I haven't had the slightest idea what you're saying," [Name] says, amused as he watched Klaus writhe underneath him. A smile on his lips as he adores the way Klaus just looked absolutely cute all flustered and shaking in pleasure. It was honestly breathtaking.

The way Klaus' pale skin is littered with multiple red splotches that will no doubt turn into darker shades of red to a purple hue because he wanted Klaus to remember this moment for days. How it'll be hard for Klaus to hide the multiple hickeys and bite marks all over his pale skin, especially on Klaus' chest and neck as those were the blond's most sensitive parts aside from his inner thighs that were also littered with marks. The way Klaus' body was just underneath him, looking all pretty and absolutely so easy to ruin.

It was honestly a beautiful sight to see.

[Name] was reveling at Klaus being underneath him, moaning and squealing like it was their first time all over again when they found a hotel to make up for missing each other's touches.

How long had it been since they were this close again? Where do they actually spend time to adore each other and not look longingly at their phones to read each other's texts with promises to keep safe or whisper sweet and loving words about how they love or miss each other in calls late at night? [Name] doesn't know the accuracy of the time but what he does know was that it had been such a long time. Months since their last outing of them just being alone and spend time together from how busy they are from their work.

It was hard to spend time away from each other. Klaus was a clingy lover and [Name] would be lying if he says he wasn't either, especially since this was actually his first relationship in a very long time. It was hard to date when you're famous after all.

All the bash towards him or more importantly, to his significant other from straight-up obsessed fans who want to have him stay single to be "free" in the dating market. Trolls who want to see him suffer because he was "privileged." And even news networks who want to cause some drama for views— it was disheartening. So [Name] cherishes his relationship with Klaus with all his heart, he was absolutely smitten with the goofy and sweet German after all, but sacrifices must be made.

Klaus was a football player. A famous one even if Klaus was known to be the "super-sub." The blond was always busy practicing for his matches and it doesn't help that Klaus was a player in one of the super league's greatest teams, Supa Strikas. Klaus was always busy with training to do better and traveling away for his games.

And [Name] wasn't any different either. He was an actor, a damn good one at that and he was always busy with acting and doing shots on the movies he was in. Not to mention he also does modeling on the side. He and Klaus barely see each other from how busy their schedule was.

So, it wasn't surprising when the two realized they were in the same area that they decided to at least see each other after so long. A plan to meet in between [Name]'s rest day before continuing on filming and Klaus managing to convince Coach to let him sightsee and buy a souvenir in the disguise of buying them for his aunt Helda. Of course, Klaus does plan to buy souvenirs for his aunt, and his team was also permitted to enjoy and sightsee as a treat from how hard they were working. But Kalus was more focused upon seeing his partner again.

Again, Klaus was a clingy person and with recently reading about the rumors of [Name]'s supposed "relationship" with his co-star in the recent romantic comedy he was filming in Teen Gossip Magazine, Klaus needs to make sure it was all just rumors. Klaus knows [Name] loves him to death, but sometimes he gets self-conscious of himself. It doesn't help they barely see each other from their schedules.

It wasn't a surprise when they met up again, Klaus immediately jumped into [Name]'s arms and tell how much he misses the man. Soft cries of his worries and woes about the rumors or just the overall affection starved Klaus was. It wasn't a surprise when [Name] wasted no time to comfort the man in his arms and took him in a room he booked to get away from prying eyes.

The sweet comforts of [Name] saying he only has Klaus in his eyes or the soft and passionate kisses that lead to them acting out on their longing for each other. It didn't take long for sweet kisses and gentle touches to change to their clothes on the floor or Klaus gripping the sheets tightly as [Name] shushes him from how loud the German was.

Klaus would just randomly start a conversation and never end as he gushes about series he was obsessed with or things he recently learned. Klaus was absolutely talkative and loud but [Name] noticed that Klaus would seem to grow more louder everyday time they have their time alone with each other.

"Bitte [Name]!" Klaus whined snapping [Name] out from his stupor. Klaus could feel his face flushed as looked up, tears in his eyes as he pouted at [Name]. Absolutely getting [Name]'s attention with his pretty expression. "S... stop teasing me!"

"Aw, I'm sorry darling," [Name] cooed as he chuckled at Klaus' pouting face. The cute little whines and cries leaving Klaus' red and bruised lips were music to his ears. God, Klaus was always a loud person, [Name] knows that and he doesn't doubt Klaus' teammates know that either. How many times has he had been at the end of Klaus talking his ear off on random topics again? Too many times to count really.

Klaus was a loud person, absolutely loud. But [Name] knows he can make Klaus go more louder.

"Fuck!" [Name] let out a groan as he sunk his cock fully into Klaus from behind. Enjoying the warm heat of Klaus' walls around his cock as [Name] immediately clamped a hand over his lover's mouth as Klaus let out outcries. Knowing the volume of Klaus' cries can be and [Name] doesn't know if the walls of the hotel room would muffle the blond at all. Even if these walls were a foot thick, he doesn't doubt Klaus' cries can be heard through even soundproofing walls.

"Jesus, Klaus! Would you pipe down?" [Name] hissed lowly into the blond's ear, not minding how Klaus shuddered from his tone or his warm breath hitting the blond's pale skin.

"I should have put a gag on you like last time," [Name] commented, wistfully wishing he had brought some toys to help him out on ruining his precious lover, especially a ball gag to shut Klaus up. [Name] had to bite back a groan when remembering Klaus' erotic and drooling face on one of their sessions. Klaus would look so pretty drooling all over a ball gag on his lips while looking fucked out. Maybe next time...

"Keep quiet, doll," [Name] commanded. "Or else everyone can hear you being such a whore, alright?" His words only seemed to encourage Klaus, who eagerly bucked his hips backward forcefully with a muffled wail, drawing a deep groan from [Name] in turn.

"Fuck," [Name] cursed as he felt Klaus squeeze his cock from him going deeper inside. [Name] hesitantly removed his hand away from Klaus' lips. Hissing from Klaus letting out more loud cries and moans but [Name] focused more on thrusting fast and hard to Klaus.

"You're so loud," [Name] mused underneath his breath. To make his point, he slammed hard onto Klaus who let out a loud squeal. "So loud, doll," [Name] said, placing a kiss on Klaus' lips to temporarily shut his lover up before they'll get noise complaints.

"Would you... keep quiet?" [Name] hissed into the blond's ear as he panted. [Name] still kept his pace steady, never ceasing the rhythmic roll of his hips into Klaus' ass though which made it harder for Klaus to follow his commands.

"[Name]!" Klaus whined through his nose when he felt two thick fingers enter his mouth and push down on his tongue. [Name] adjusted himself to arch over the smaller man, pressing his chest against Kalus' back to whisper into his ear.

"Oh god— bitte gib mir mehr!" Klaus gasped, almost sobbing in sheer pleasure. Klaus clutched the bed sheets tightly as another wrecked sob left his lips. [Name] growled as he reached back around to clasp Klaus' bottom jaw between his thumb and forefinger.

"Good boy," [Name] praised as Klaus felt the tip of his cock brush against the bedsheets. A gasp escaped his lips as Klaus let a muffled moan at the friction, eagerly bucking his hips and rutting onto the sheets for more simulation on his red and aching cock. Klaus incoherently whined [Name]'s fingers and [Name] hesitated for a second as he slowly pull his fingers from Klaus' mouth, a string of saliva still connected to blond's red and bruised lips. "What was that, sweetheart?"

"Bitte," Klaus pleaded, arching back in a vain attempt to make [Name] press himself deeper inside him, wanting for [Name] to move more and just use him. God, he felt so dirty but Klaus needed [Name] so much. "[Name]!" He cried out again, tears falling in his eyes as a broken sob left his lips. "Bitte berühre mich! Bitte— please, touch me! Use me, bitte!"

"Keep that sinful mouth of yours busy, doll," [Name] whispered as Klaus moaned again, albeit much quieter and muffled. Klaus had lapped his tongue around [Name] large fingers before sucking on them eagerly. [Name] shifted a bit to press Klaus further into the mattress with a low grunt leaving his lips.

[Name] chuckled as he softly kissed Klaus' cheek. Deciding to be nice for his cute little boyfriend, [Name] reached around to take Klaus' cock in his hand, his fingers still coated with the blond's own saliva and using it and the precum from Klaus as lube for him to be easier to jerk off his cock. Klaus inhaled sharply as [Name] gave his cock a few pumps, swirling his thumb over the head to smear the bead of precum that had collected at the tip.

"Oh god! Scheiße— don't fucking stop!" Klaus cried as he let out another whorish moan, thankfully muffled as he managed to press his face into a pillow, finally trying to keep himself quiet which made his lover internally pout he can't see his wrecked face.

"Oh my," [Name] took a moment to admire the state Klaus was in and couldn't help but relish the beauty in front of him. Even if he can't fully see his boyfriend's face, [Name] still see Klaus' body shaking and the way the blond's hole sucking his cock greedily. God, Klaus looks so pretty taking his cock so well.

"God, darling... if you could look at yourself," [Name] started as he pressed his body further close into Klaus, causing the blond to let out a gasp from [Name]'s cock pushed further inside him. "You look so... so fucking... beautiful... but also a fucking whore," [Name] moaned as Klaus clenched tightly on him. [Name] heard Klaus moan into the mattress and smiled to himself. Of course, his sweet and innocent lover had to get off on both praise and scolding. "Do you like being a whore, Klaus?"

"Ja! Ja, ja— please! I'm y... you're whore!" Klaus moaned loudly, not even caring if his voice can be heard through the hallways of the hotel they were in. "Please, please, p-please!" Klaus continued on and [Name] was way past caring if anyone heard them at this point. He can't stop Klaus from being a loud whore, the complaints can be damned.

"God, you drive me crazy, doll," [Name] breath out as he gripped on Klaus' hips tightened. His nails dug deep into the pale skin as a groan left his lips from Klaus moaning out to him. Admiring Klaus who laid beautifully on the mattress, absolutely expose and just taking him well.

"Oh, how I missed you beside me. Being near and just in my arms, love," [Name] said as he leaned down and placed a kiss on Klaus' lips. The kiss was sweet and soft, filled with longing and love that Klaus teared up, not from the pleasure anymore but with just feeling love and adored.

"That's it doll, cum for me. Cum for me, Klaus," [Name] urged the blond. And with a few more shallow thrusts, Klaus did what he was told.

"Ich... ich liebe dich," Klaus softly murmured as they parted from the kiss, a smile on his lips. "Ich liebe dich so sehr!" Klaus had said and [Name] didn't need to know German to know the blond had told him how he loved him. God, Klaus was so sweet and cute.

"[Name]... bitte, I'm so close," Klaus whined, tears falling from the pleasure and overstimulation. The rhythm of [Name]'s thrusts became more erratic upon hearing his words as the both of them neared the edge. "[Name], bitte. Fick mich bitte— bitte!" Klaus started begging in his native language but [Name] understood enough to know what the blond wanted.

Neither [Name] nor Klaus moved for a full minute as they tried to catch their breath until [Name] let out a long, satisfied sigh. Taking his cock out, a whine left Klaus' lips which made him gently pat the blond's thighs as he then collapsed onto his back beside Klaus.

Klaus tiredly moved closer towards him, wrapping an arm around [Name]'s chest as he let out a cute giggle when [Name] turned his head and pressed a soft kiss on his nose. A smile on his lips as he kissed [Name]'s neck as [Name] wrapped his own arm around Klaus, pulling the blond closer as they relished in each other hold.

"[Name]!" Klaus cried out his lover's name as he came. [Name] followed Klaus not long after as Klaus tensed and clenched tightly around his cock, the blond unconsciously sucking his cock as [Name] shoved himself deeper inside Klaus as he came.

"Oh god," Klaus let out a moan, shuddering as he felt himself getting full. Klaus breathes heavily as his grip on the bed sheets loosened a bit as relief spread throughout his tired body. God, he missed this. The feeling of stuffed and full. How whole he was with [Name]'s cock inside him. And honestly, Klaus missed just being with [Name].

"Ich liebe dich..."

#top male reader #dom male reader #male reader #male reader insert #supa strikas #klaus #klaus x male reader #supa strikas x male reader #loud baby makes the brain go brrrrrrrr

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youwouldntlietopapa · 11 months

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Little Sunshine - Chapter 2

(Also available on AO3 with poorly translated Italian and Latin poorly translated for you!) +18 MDNI Includes: 2k+ words of smut, Papa IV/Reader, Interrupted solo play, dirty talk, body worship, light sub/dom, oral, vaginal fingering, comfort/gentle play, mutual pining, masturbation, etc. Notes: Shorter chapter this time so you don't have to wait forever. I was aiming for smut, I swear, but I landed closer to cute and feels. There is still smut! Copia just also needs love, okay?

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Not Papa… Copia… It drags up the memory of the first time you saw him. Those vivid red robes in a sea of black. Looking more uncertain in the black paint than you’d ever seen anyone look. That awkward smile and his old moustache. One look and you’d known you were doomed. And now he’s here, promising to take care of you. It feels even better than his fingers working you close to madness.

The toe of his leather shoe pokes between your feet, slowly urging them apart. Spreading you open wider for him. Making your knees shake and lighting an inferno in your soul. Here it may not be Papa but, Satanas, who else could hold such power over you? Partly out of desperation to touch him and partly to keep from collapsing, you reach back to bury your hand in his hair. His mouth hasn’t moved more than a hair’s breadth from your skin since his arm wrapped around you and his hot breath on your shoulder comes almost as hard and fast as your own.

When you tip your face toward his, hearing his name on your lips is all it takes for him to claim your mouth again. The same desperate, eager passion as the first time. Kissing you like it’s all that might sustain him. Your fingers tighten in his hair and he moans deeply, pulling away just enough to gasp for breath. “Cara mia… Satana può avere la mia anima, ma il mio corpo è tuo.” He says with a shaky breath. Fingers slowing their pace enough for you to regain even a modicum of your composure.

Forcing your hand to relax, to gently drag your nails over his scalp, you lean into his kiss. Softer this time, slower. Setting aside the pure, simple, thoughtless lust. Instead, giving him every ounce of passion and care and attention you have felt.

It’s so very easy to get lost in the blinding carnal desire. And so easy to overlook the way your heart swells every time you see the corner of his mouth quirk up from across the room, the way his laugh echoing in the hall has you grinning like a fool, the way the sadness just behind his eyes makes you desperate to hold him tightly and tell him he is perfect, and beautiful, and so very loved. Him, just as he is. Copia.

The sound that flows from him isn’t the same moan. It barely sounds like the same man. Enough to shake you to your core. Like touching something pure and perfect for the first time. Like summer rain on the parched earth. You barely notice his hand has stilled until the other brushes your side. Turning you around to face him. Not Papa, you think again. Copia.

It barely takes a nudge to have him stepping with you, backward to the bed. When the mattress bumps the back of his legs, he reluctantly pulls away from your kiss and sits. Hands never leaving you, exploring every surface, every curve. His mouth delicately following his hands, trailing kissing and soft nibbles that leave you whimpering and struggling to keep still.

“Copia,” you breathe, cupping his cheek, and those mismatched eyes meet yours. “I know, your turn. I won’t argue.” A small cheeky smile and a soft kiss. “Especially now that I know how very good you are with your hands. But will you allow me one tiny concession?”

He looks up at you curiously, almost suspicious. You are a wily one, after all. He’s learned that quickly. “And what tiny concession is that, cara mia?”

Your eyes flick down, trying not to focus on his open trousers or his achingly hard cock demanding all of your attention. But instead the trousers themselves and his perfectly shined shoes. “Will you let me help you out of those clothes, please? That’s all I ask.”

That tiny smile melts your heart. Copia nods, slowly letting you go after a few more lingering kisses. “How can I say no when you ask so sweetly?”

His hips shift to help when you tug the waistband of his trousers down over the swell of his backside. Copia’s eyes glittering when you steal the opportunity to run your hands over his skin, kneading your palms into the muscle. Besides, who could blame you? It’s hard to resist when a cake that looks that good.

Kneeling on the floor is much easier this time. Sitting back on your feet, a little more relaxed. Taking one foot and then the other. Undoing the laces delicately, setting them neatly aside, and tucking his socks into them. The pattern of the fabric and the red lines left by the seams of his shoes stand out starkly against his pale skin.

He chuckles softly when he hears you tutting. “The hazards of the office, tesoro. Long days and too much time on my feet.” His husky groan of pleasure stokes the fire burning in your heart, massaging firmly into his poor tired feet. Even if he gives you a bit of a scolding look and teases with a wag of his finger. “I thought it was just helping me undress, we agreed to. This feels dangerously close to more than that.”

You meet his minor admonishment with those big doe eyes again. Giving him a bit of a pout. “It’s much easier to get your trousers off without your shoes, mio angelo oscuro. And I wouldn’t want you to be distracted by your sore feet when you could be focused on far more pleasurable things.”

Copia shakes his head with a grin. “Una cosa così malvagia che sei.”

“You say the sweetest things.” Your smile mirrors his and you finish easing away the pains of his day. Trousers following quickly to join the rest.

Only then do you crawl up off the floor to straddle his lap. Finally facing him, pressed tightly against his warm skin. His hands splayed on your back, holding you there firmly. Your hands massaging into his shoulders, working out the knots of tension, and down his arms. The wonder and the awe on his face as he watches your are so plain to see, you can feel the blush rising without him saying a word.

“Now,” you purr, rolling your hips against him. “You were going to care for me, this evening? Is that right?”

His hands pull you closer and his mouth is trailing kisses over your skin without hesitation. “Si, cara mia.” He’ll accept no argument and you have none to offer. Combing your fingers gently through his thick brown hair. Moaning softly as he sucks at your nipple, flicking his tongue with expert precision.

His hands shift behind you, bracing your back and cupping your backside with a satisfying squeeze. The muscles of his shoulders flexing under your hands as he lifts and turns, lying you back down onto the bed. In the same place this all started. Staring up at the ceiling, thinking only of him. This time, however, you don’t need to picture his face. He’s right there, in all his glory. The warm glow of the candles dancing on his skin and the soft lines of his face making him look like Le Genie du Mal come to life.

His voice is gentle, a private whisper only for you. “Is this as good as you were picturing earlier, mio angelo?” His kisses follow your neck and along your shoulder.

“No…” You admit, toying with a lock of hair that hangs down over his forehead.

“No?” Copia’s attention snaps back up to your face, looking almost crestfallen.

“No,” You repeat, with the faintest hint of a smile and a shake of your head. “It doesn’t even compare. This… This is better than any silly fantasy could hope to be. Why would I ever, ever want a dream over this? Over you?”

All of the tension goes out of his shoulders and he chuckles softly, giving one hard pink nipple a pinch just enough to get a squeak from you. “Naughty girl, tormenting me so. You scared me.”

You cup his cheek and he leans into the touch. “Forgive me, I tease. I can’t help myself.”

“Oh no. No, no, no.” He bites at your shoulder and begins trailing kisses down your chest. “This just means I will have to repay your wickedness later.”

Pater infra, I hope so. This man has you grinning like a fool again.

Copia covers your chest in kisses, down over your belly. Nuzzling his nose against your skin and exploring every inch with his hands. Every little sound of pleasure from him like a gift. Watching how the muscles of his back flex and move as he explores is almost too much to bare. When his mouth presses into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, there is a part of you that is just a little sad. The part that remembers his moustache and the hours spent thinking about how it would tickle just there. But whatever is missed from a fantasy is more than made up for by reality.

His fingers slide over your clit, agonisingly slow, as he nibbles teasingly at your thigh. One firm hand holding your leg in place. Pressing your hips closer to his fingers, trying to get more, only encourages him to pull away a little further. Even from your position, you can see the teasing smirk. Encouraging this man’s mischievous streak may be your undoing yet.

Copia looks up at you, a wicked glint in his pale eye when the candle light catches it. “You did ask me to bless you, Sorella.” He purrs.

His fingers leave you, despite a whimpered protest, two raised and slick from his teasing. He reaches up and marks your belly with a cross, speaking in a tone you know all to well from his sermons. “In nomine Patris obscuri…” Another just above your public bone. “…et Filii…” And finally, he licks his lips, sliding his fingers over you again in a cross. “…et Spiritus Profani.”

Before you can even make a sound, his fingers press in deeply, curling up and sending a jolt along your spine. He kisses along the crease of your hip, savouring your moan while his thumb circles your clit languidly. When you feel him pulling away, it’s almost enough to make you cry. But he holds up his fingers again, slick down to his knuckles. That devious smile playing on his lips. You watch as he licks the taste of you off his fingers and hums with deep satisfaction.

“Nettare degli dei…” He says almost dreamily. Shifting himself a little into a better position, Copia pins your legs open wide and reverently leans into take a taste.

Like he’s been with everything so far, he begins slowly. Giving you time to adjust, and letting the tension build. His tongue proves not to be any less skilled than his fingers, his nose bumping against your sweet spot as he drags the flat of his tongue over you. The moan he gives is almost obscene, hips grinding into the bed, grip tightening on your legs. When his tongue presses inside, you bury your hand in his hair again.

No matter how sternly you command your legs to give in to his grip, they shake and squirm as his tongue works you harder and faster. Your hips won’t comply either, pressing back against him, eager for more. For all of him. You’d tell him as much, but the only sounds you can manage are a series of increasingly needy moans.

“Co… Copia…” You manage to gasp, writhing under him and gripping the bedding until you’re certain it will tear. “Satanas… Please… I’m… I….”

He pulls away slowly, looking up at you with hungry eyes. One hand releases your leg and the marks left by his grip ache deliciously. It’s a brief reprieve as his hand picks up where his tongue left off. Copia’s chin is practically dripping, any trace of the black lip paint he wore is long gone. “You want me to release you, cara mia?”

“P-please…” The whimper is desperate. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Can’t what, dolcezza?”

Every ounce of concentration not dedicated to slipping over the edge just yet is needed for three simple words. “I can’t… wait.”

He chuckles softly, licking his lips still slick from his ministrations. “Ah, I see.” He settles back down kissing just over your pubic bone and nuzzling his nose against your skin. “In that case, bellissimo angelo, it would be cruel to keep you in torment… Cum for me.”

Copia’s generous lips catch your clit almost daintily. As if you weren’t close enough. As if his order wasn’t one you were eager to comply with. The gentlest sucking and the quick flicking of his tongue has your back arching off of the bed like one possessed. Your voice catches in your throat and your breath along with it. While the inferno he sparked explodes and consumes you until you wonder if this may be the actual death of you. The cry that finally breaks loose is like nothing anyone has ever gotten from you before. The waves crash against the shore and slowly, finally recede, leaving you gasping for breath on the bed.

It must be only moments, though time has lost all meaning, before he’s tactfully cleaned his face and climbs up to look at you. More than a little pride in that smile. His hair is a tousled mane that wreathes his face, the work of your own hands. When he kisses you, you can still taste yourself on his tongue, sending another shock wave through your core. And another when you feel him stiff and wanting, pressed against stomach.

“Copia…” Somehow both the simplest and most complex prayer you know, said with such reverence and care. You cup his flushed cheek and kiss him again. Slowly, deeply, passionately.“Tu sei perfetto… Non Papa, non Emerito, nemmeno Cardinale... Copia. Bella, dolce, divertente, meravigliosa, perfetta... Copia.”

His blush only deepens and for a long moment, he searches your face. That sadness you’ve seen behind his eyes looks out at you again. Wanting to believe the words but holding back.

“Voglio te. Solo tu. Tutti voi. Per favore. Ti prego.” Your hands slide around, kneading into the muscles of his back, holding him close. Kissing him once more, one soft, simple kiss. Whispering as if someone might catch you both and staring back into that uncertain gaze. “Il mio cuore, la mia anima... sono tuoi. Copia.”

The look on his face is hard to read. For half a second you worry you’ve said the wrong thing. An apology is already half formed. Such a fool to be so terribly forward. To think so much of yourself. He doesn’t need to assurances of some no-

His arms wrap around you, pulling you tightly to himself. Kissing you with such ardent desire it makes your head spin. Breaking away only just enough to look at you in wonder. “Che posto strano per trovare un angelo.”

If it were anyone else, at any other time, you’d believe it was only a line. But from him, just then, hearing the tone of his voice… nothing has ever sounded so sweet and sincere.

You kiss along his jaw, nibbling at his earlobe. “Do you want me?”

His forehead presses into your shoulder. “Desperately.”

“Then, please, take me.”

#Papa Emeritus IV x Reader #Copia x fem!reader #Papa Emeritus IV fanfiction #copia fanfiction #smutty smut #MDNI #minors dni

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ratralsis · 9 months

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Hurt your darlings

Today I want to talk about something that I think is often misunderstood in writing. I'm not an expert in it myself, but I still want to talk about it, because I'm just that kind of stupid.

I think it's important to hurt your characters as much as you need to in order to make your story interesting, and then cut it out.

Let me explain.

It's easy to go too far, and it's easy not to go far enough. You have to find the correct amount. You have to know just how badly to hurt them, and that's not always easy.

It's easy to torture the villain. Frankly, it's easy to torture your heroes, too, if you're that kind of person. But you need to know how far is too far, because at some point it just becomes silly. It'll make you lose your audience. People don't like seeing their main character get hurt for no reason. It's just excessive, sometimes.

I'd feel weird giving examples of this, because I"m not a media expert, and I'd have to look at something popular, at least moderately, and point to it and say "This work is bad, it's not as good as what I think it could have been," and nobody wants me to do that, because people out there LIKE the things that I don't like. So I'll avoid it, but I think you can think of examples on your own if you try.

But there are stories where I think the hero doesn't get hurt enough, too. I think these are easier to find. Stories where you think that the hero's character arc feels cheap, or unearned, or like they didn't struggle enough or have enough trouble getting what they wanted. This can be hard to nail down. I once watched a movie with my mom where, at the end, the main character fucking died, and she said that it felt cheap because his death meant that he got away with crimes he'd committed earlier in the film. But he was fucking DEAD! Didn't matter to her. Wasn't good enough for her!

So there's no satisfying everybody, alright?

I like giving weird examples that illustrate what I'm talking about, and today I think I'd like to draw from episode 17 of the now-obscure anime Re:CREATORS, in which the grizzled detective from a Cyberpunk manga (made up for the show) points a gun at his creator (also made up for the show), a thin woman who smokes a lot and struggled to make it as an author for years before finding success with his story, which wasn't even his story, it was his partner's story.

As far as I'm aware, there isn't an official English dub of the anime, so I'm going to just directly quote the English subtitles. It's easier than trying to translate it myself, especially since the detective's creator speaks a dialect that I've never been good at.

He's alone in the room with her, gun raised. He was going to kill her, but she pointed out that if he did that, then he wouldn't be able to ask her anything at all, and, knowing she was right, he has something needs to say.

"I don't care whether or not you're the creator of my world. However, there are some things I can't excuse. This might not be important at all to you, a god, but there is one thing even the tiniest piece of dust would never be able to forgive. You planned it, and you wrote everything. You're responsible for everything. That's why I want to ask you why…"

She cuts him off. They say, simultaneously: "Why did my daughter have to die like that?"

His creator smiles at him.

"I only have one answer. Because it made the story more interesting."

Angry, he shoots her, in the stomach. She falls down, thrown by the impact.

"Devil… I thought you were a god. Can't you at least show some mercy?"

Blood on her lips, she replies. "Why do you think I created your world? To give you peace? That's not why, you fool. It's for the readers. I write whatever makes it more interesting. I'd write unhappy things. I'd even kill people. I'd even turn the world upside-down."

The scene goes on. It's a good scene. It ends kind of silly, but it's a good scene.

Some people will say that about the show as a whole. I can't really argue, I suppose. Personally, I thought the ending was pretty interesting, too. But there's no accounting for taste.

But the point made by the detective's creator is important.

"It made the story more interesting."

That's the only thing that matters when a story is being written. What makes it more interesting? Every sentence needs to be written to answer that question.

It's not a deep thought, wondering what a creation would do if it met its creator. It's not a parallel to humanity and our gods. Fiction is fiction. I've never once been afraid of what my creations would say to me if they met me in reality, because they aren't real.

But I just recently finished posting a story where the main character falls in love with a young woman whose family is unknown to her, whose biological mother died shortly after she was born, and whose one and only sister was killed in a drunk driving accident where the heroine herself was the driver.

Why the fuck did I do that? Was that really necessary? Did that really make the story more interesting? Did I put her through all of that because I thought it was fucking interesting?

Yep. That's why.

I'd take everything from Marigold if I thought that it would raise people's interest in the story by a single hair. I'd torture her for years. I'd put her through hell. There's no upper limit to how much I'd hurt her if I thought for one second that it would get one more person to read and enjoy the tale.

I posted the story of Daisuke and his daughter Mikoto last year. Daisuke literally did die in his story, and he went straight to Hell when he did, and he knew he would, because he'd died earlier, and been resurrected, and it had been made clear to him when he was that there was no escaping that fate. He went to Hell with a smile on his face and the love of his daughter in his heart, because I thought it made the story more interesting.

And you know what? I'd take away that love if I thought that were more interesting.

It wouldn't. That's the only reason why I didn't. The only reason I didn't hurt them more is that it wouldn't have been interesting.

In the novel I'm writing, there's not one, or even two, but three main named characters who lost their homes and their entire families in a war that ended ten years before the story takes place. That's excessive, isn't it? Too much death. Too much suffering.

No. I think it's just right. The point is to show how it affected each of them differently, after all. One of them fled from society and became a hermit for ten years. One endured humiliation for ten years for the sake of returning to her old life. One became a killer who hunted down everyone he could who he thought was affiliated with those who'd hurt him.

And that's important. You have to hurt your characters if you want an audience to care about them. Everybody's been hurt. Everybody's had bad things happen to them, even children. But it can't be minor. It can't be only as bad as the things that have actually happened to your audience, or else they might shrug and say that they're doing alright, so why aren't the characters? It's got to hurt your audience, too. Audiences want to be hurt, and they want to find a way to feel better eventually, too. It's a famous quote from Dave Filoni: "People always say they want things dark, but if you don't have a plan to draw people out of that and show how these people overcome it, then you just leave your audience in despair."

That's important, too. They have to overcome the despair. You can't only hurt them. They have to get out of that darkness that you put them into, at least, your heroes do. It might be okay to hurt the bad guys until they die, depending on how bad they were. But the good guys? It's better to give them some kind of happy, or at least bittersweet, ending, if you want your audience to care.

It's okay, for example, for your hero to die in a heroic sacrifice if that saves the world and then you get an epilogue where you see that the world is a better place. It's less okay for your hero to die in a heroic sacrifice that doesn't accomplish anything.

And you might think that makes it bad for, say, a character to die randomly in the middle of a battle. But it can be, if it makes the story more interesting! If it puts pressure on the surviving characters, or if it raises the tension, then it's okay.

It's an obvious thing, right? Tension is the key. You need to have tension in the story. If you think that the story won't ever resolve happily, if you think that the story is only ever going to be downer after downer, then you won't keep reading. But you also won't keep reading if you think that there won't ever be any downers at all.

In Marigold's story, the story itself really doesn't have as much tension as I'd like for it to. It's a weakness in the story itself, and if I were to ever rewrite it again, I'd love to add a chapter or two in there to make you wonder if Kevin and Marigold are going to break up or stay together. That kind of tension is important in a romance story. In this one, the tension is introduced and resolved in each scene, and the stakes are never terribly high. All the bad stuff that happened to her happened in the past, before the story began. It's background trauma!

Her dad arguably has it worse: his wife and one of his four kids died. But, when we meet him, he acts pretty cheerful at first! That's because people are resilient. I once had a job where I worked with a woman whose son was a utility worker. One day, she left work because she got a call and found out that her son had died. He had climbed up a telephone pole and was working on it when he was electrocuted. He left behind a wife and two-year-old daughter. A month later, that woman was back at work, acting the same as ever, talking and laughing with us. Because that's what people do. The pain she felt would never go away, of course. But she can't spend her entire life with that pain in the forefront of her mind at all times. It'd be too much to bear! It's no way to live!

So Henry's a happy guy, five years after his kid died because his other kid drove drunk. Because to dwell on what's gone wrong would be too much.

I could've written him that way. I could've written him as a depressed, miserable little wreck of a man. But nope! He's fine! He acts fine!

Because that's the limit. That's how much I felt like I needed to torture him. He's had enough time to deal with his trauma. Marigold hasn't. It wouldn't be interesting if she'd spent the last five years in therapy processing her emotions and getting over the trauma of her past actions.

That's really all that matters: how much trauma and torture and pain is interesting? If you can figure that out, you've got it made, friendo.

And I ain't gonna sit here and tell you that I did. All I can do is write to my own tastes and hope for the best. And let me tell you, as someone who's been writing online for twenty years, IT AIN'T PAID OFF YET. SO MAYBE DON'T LISTEN TO ME OR ASK FOR MY ADVICE.

Alright, that's all for now! My next writing class starts Sunday, so I'll probably be quiet here for a while! Maybe in about two years or so I'll have a finished book for you to read! Maybe you'll read it!

#ratralsis writing #long post #text post

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itsyourchoicedevotionals · 1 year

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Take Offense

“But when you are praying, first forgive anyone you are holding a grudge against, so that your Father in heaven will forgive your sins, too.” Mark 11:25NLT

“First forgive.” Why didn’t Jesus tell us to fly to the moon? Forgive? Really? We’re coming to the time of Matthew 24:12BSB— “Because of the multiplication of wickedness, the love of most will grow cold. But the one who perseveres to the end will be saved.” Becoming offended, especially by those of the brotherhood of faith who betray us— easy, Matthew 24:10. Loving and forgiving is much more difficult.

Lou and I attended a Dr. Fred Gross Marriage Enrichment Seminar. During one session, Dr. Gross asked us to allow Holy Spirit to shine a light into the recesses of our hearts to expose the horrible hidden offenses and unforgiveness. Why? “…that no “root of bitterness” springs up and causes trouble, and by it many become defiled;” Hebrews 12:15ESV.

One friend often told me— ‘your nature is very hateful and vindictive, up one day and down the next.’ A Frenchman friend of Lou’s said, (in French) ‘tu es vicieux’, English translation— ‘you’re vicious.’ For sure, I had a barbed wire fence around myself and my heart. Perhaps that’s why Paul wrote, “by it many become defiled.”

With Holy Spirit’s guidance, and Dr. Gross’ leadership, I joined in searching to discover where offenses and unforgiveness were. School classmates, church peers, cousins, neighbors, uncles, teachers, parents all came to the forefront of my mind. Although a mental-spiritual exercise, I felt ripping pain physically, like a hook tore a hole open in me. Exposing the offense was hard work and had to be opened for the root to be pulled out making me free. (If you’ve ever watched Dr. Pimple Popper, she has to make a hole before getting the painful cyst out of her patient. Her patients were anesthetized.) Holy Spirit anesthesia helped me endure the pain.

Since that experience I’ve worked hard to not take offense. For my personality, this has been very difficult, although rewarding. “But if you refuse to forgive others, your Father will not forgive your sins.” Matthew 6:15NLT. Forgiving is Jesus’ third commandment.

Jesus prayed, John 17:23ESV “I in them and You in Me…” What a wonderful blessing— Jesus in us, and Father God in Him. With Jesus’ first commandment being Loving God, and the second being Loving your neighbor, this third commandment of forgiving others is hardest. Only three commandments, we believers should be able to keep these on our own, but can’t. Because we can’t forgive on our own, their Presence resident in us is all the help we need to forgive.

My friend messaged me on Facebook. Someone acting the role of best friend had hurt her terribly. How could she get even as a believer?— I told her to forgive and allow God to take vengeance against her frenemy. That advice didn’t sit well with her heart. Then I ask her; Did she beat all of your skin off your body— no. Did she pound a crown of nails into your head— no. Did she hang you up on a cross to suffer and die— no. Jesus had all those things done to Him for our sins. Until we have suffered exactly as He suffered, we’ve got no right to not forgive someone for sinning against us as we’ve sinned against others, or Jesus.

My beautiful friend chose to forgive. Later she wrote: God had defended her. The other person suffered for offending and sought her forgiveness. Nine out ten times— when we do God’s way, it works this way.

Are you willing to forgive and open the putrid wounds of your soul? It’s your choice. You choose.

LET’S PRAY: Lord God You knew the damage offenses would cause in and through us. That’s why You commanded us to forgive. Help us forgive and not take offense, in the name of Jesus Christ I pray.

#jesus christ #lord of lords #word of god #holy spirit #god #it's your choice #devotional #offens #forgive #no right #suffered #loving #wounds #anesthesia #mental #spiritual #love #hope #faith

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n0there4nym0re · 3 years

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k1nk$! - enha hyung line ✧･ﾟ:🎀💦

pairing: enhypen x afab!reader (i don't specify pronouns)

content: smut!! breath play, s&m, impact play (spanking and slapping), sensory deprivation (handcuffs & blindfolds), breeding, unprotected sex, marking (hickeys and handprints), toxic behaviour (plz don't romanticize this). wtf are enha's fav kinks??!?!?! i'll tell u curious mfers <3

wc: 1.2k words

author's note: hey cuties, back with another headcanons. these are less based on astrology (since i've mentioned astrology-based ones in this post) and more so on observations. it is not 100% accurate or a reflection of what the artist is 100% like.

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Heeseung ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ 이희승

ʚ♡ɞ praise: okay but he literally makes no effort to hide the fact that he loves to be praised, and he definitely carries that to the bedroom. despite being pretty good at pleasing you he always wants your praise and admiration. he just wants to be good for u whether he's domming or subbing (he could possibly prefer the latter i feel).

ʚ♡ɞ choking: this one was a combination of him having a pretty neck and him being a cap mars (twinsss, and i can confirm choking is >>>) but it fits. just breathing, kissing, and biting on his neck would have him squirming. but he loves the trust aspect that comes with breath play, like he's putting his life in your hands and that's so sexy to him because he's heavy on trust.

ʚ♡ɞ aftercare: i feel like it takes a bit for heeseung to be vulnerable (all those earth placements + an air sun) and sex is one of those times where he feels very vulnerable. gently talking him out of subspace or from a dom drop (doms need aftercare too!!). thanking him and praising him, cuddling, or taking a bath together. and he'll take so much care of you after sex and shower you in compliments.

ʚ♡ɞ masochism: okay i'm not sure why but i feel like when i say masochism i mean when he fucks you so good you leave scratches down his back or dig your nails into his biceps, he loves the extra validation. i think despite being obedient most of the time he can be a bit bratty just so you can punish him (deny him of orgasms and slap him around, he luvs it <3).

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Jay ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ 박종성

ʚ♡ɞ impact play: okay i feel like everybody will agree with me on this but jay is for sure into impact play especially for punishments. spanking is his favorite. he just loves the control it gives him. but when he gives you control he loves it when you bite him (hard!!) and mark him as yours. especially his neck.

ʚ♡ɞ vanilla sex: jay is such a sensual person, he loves giving. your pleasure is his. he craves and loves showing you how much he adores you through sex, and so when he's not destroying you (or you're destroying him) he just wants to have passionate slow sex, setting the right atmosphere for the two of you just to love on you (he's so fucking sweet oml i want him).

ʚ♡ɞ daddy kink: i have not met a single person who doesn't think jay has a daddy kink. idk why but he radiates the energy with such intensity even tho he's literally baby boy. he just enjoys the title, and he loves giving you sweet pet names too, you're his prince(ss), his sugar baby, he loves spoiling you to no end.

ʚ♡ɞ lingerie: this is commonly known about taurus men (and with his taurus stellium this is prominent) but they love lingerie so much, jay being no exception. he loves buying you expensive and luxurious lingerie and making love to you while you wear it, the silky materials and your smooth skin feel heavenly under his touch and you look like a beautiful present all nice and pretty for him to unwrap.

Jake ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ 심재윤

ʚ♡ɞ corruption: our resident freaky boy jake, he's just so kinky and has so much nasty stuff on his mind he wants to try. having you as his sweet s/o who maybe isn't too experienced and fucking you so much and to the point you start craving his cock and wanting to try all types of freaky shit with him makes him so turned on. he's turned you into his little sex fiend </3 (he won't be smiling for long when you take over and ruin him).

ʚ♡ɞ dirty talk: i feel like jake is super vocal during sex, and when i say vocal i mean talking, like he will talk your ear off but in his sexy australian accent so you don't mind. he'll tell you about all the dirty stuff he wants to do with you, he'll whine and beg when he needs you, he'll moan and cry when you finally give it to him.

ʚ♡ɞ overstimulation and edging: he rarely does one, he's gotta hit you with both. edge you until you're crying for release and then when you think he's taken sympathy on you and he lets you cum, he'll have you cumming until you miss the edging. he'd love when you punish him this way, but you should be meaner (payback lol!), edge him for days and watch him become the most obedient puppy for you.

ʚ♡ɞ sensory deprivation: a big part of it is also based on trust, stripping one another of your most important senses like sight and touch and trusting the other with your body. something about it is so deep and sexy to his scorpio stellium (bhsjsjs plz). and for the giving person it just gives such a huge sense of control and dominance which he also loves.

Sunghoon ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ 박성훈

ʚ♡ɞ breeding: sunghoon is genuinely one of the most possessive idols who's chart i've seen (along with jake). he just has this primal need to own you and make you his, and his favorite way of doing so is by fucking his cum into you and promising he'll make you a mommy (all so you can stay 2gether bhshsjs, he's toxic lowkey </3) but dw you're on birth control, he's all talk (he don't want no kids rn fr) lmao.

ʚ♡ɞ body worship: sunghoon is genuinely so in love with every part of you, and he loves showing you how much he worships your body (that he basically owns). kissing from the crown of your head, down your chest and stomach, nibbling between your thighs, and finally, planting a deep kiss to your pretty core, all whilst whispering everything he loves about you against your skin.

ʚ♡ɞ marking: back to the whole possessiveness thing, he feels the need to leave his mark on you, via hickeys, handprints on your ass, thighs or hips, bite marks, cumming on you, all of that. but he also loves knowing that you cherish him so much you want to show the world he's yours too. so please leave hickeys on his pretty neck and scratches down your back and tell him you love him and he's your pretty baby and no one else's, he'll be yours for life.

ʚ♡ɞ mirror sex: lowkey relates to the body worship, just wanting to see your pretty body as he fucks you stupid, or as you ride him and make him a drooling, sobbing mess for you. he's so sexy (and he knows it) and you're so sexy to him, why wouldn't he want to see you both when you're at your sexiest?

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #heeseung smut #jay smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut

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shotorozu · 3 years

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you like their hands

character(s) : todoroki shouto, bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku (1/?)

legend : [Y/N = your name] they/them pronouns used, quirk’s not specific

post type : headcanons; accompanied with a small scenario [fluff, the mildest of spice not nsfw]

note(s) : i was thinking about todo’s hands today— also i’ll be adding pictures of what i think their hand looks like so.. 😳

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todoroki shouto

i’d like to believe that shouto’s hands would be long and pretty— kinda like how i’d imagine akaashi and kageyama’s hands

but have y’all seen that man’s hands in the anime and manga 😳 they’re not really what i’d call them “long”

so i had to find a mid point, kinda like a fusion of both.

his hands are either really pale, or the knuckles are just really red

moving on..

you have a weird infactuation with his hands, and you were gonna tell him! but you just didn’t know when

he didn’t really get it at first??

yes, he will respect and properly entertain your interests. but.. his hands? he doesn’t get that part yet

shouto can say he takes care of them well. washing his hands at least 3 times a day, and applying lotion on them with the slightest mint scent in it

and he takes care of his hands because he needs to rely on them everytime he uses his quirk.

speaking of quirk— his hands are either scorching to the touch, or cold.

so the first time he reaches out for your hand, you just.. freeze?? you were talking about something random while walking with him

then he just suddenly reached for your hand

seeing your reaction, he’s like.. “oh. my hand must be too cold for them. gotta switch.”

then he switches hands, holding your hand with his left. and you’re still the same, and it appears to be that switching didn’t really help

scenario

“what’s wrong, love?” he pulls you aside, staring at your expression— seeing that you became stiff when he reached for your touch.

you want to downplay the entire situation, really. but shouto doesn’t budge, that’s just who he is, and he’s still left wondering what’s wrong, and if he did something.

that is until you mention his hands, and that you like them

“your hands.. are really nice i guess,” you avert your gaze “i like them.” you say in almost a whisper like tone.

he sighs in relief. and he feels better that it’s not about the fact that you hate the temperature of his hands, since they’re either abnormally sahara desert hot or cold like fresh snow on a december morning.

his cheeks flare pink for a moment, in sudden realization “y-you like my hands?” shouto asks this as a confirmation, hoping that he actually heard it correctly.

but when you nod, he takes full advantage— entertaining your interest in his hands to his best abilities

he smiles when he sees your expression change when he brushes the back of your hand with his own. then, he finally holds your hand— the coolness of his right hand is making you hyper aware

your heart only pounds faster against your chest, when he presses his lips to the back of your hand, maintaining eyecontact as he does soz

after dating you, he paints his nails with clear nail polish. it makes him feel better knowing that they’ll stay clean even with all the hectic training

to calm you down, he likes to rub his thumb against your cheek— his quirk slightly activating while he stares into your eyes

a little spicy; but whenever you eat your desert during a date, he will wipe the excess off the side of your lips, and ask you to lick it off.

is he teasing you? or is he serious? we will never know.

bakugou katsuki

SCREAMs

bakugou’s hands are big, and his veins are prominent— but not too veiny to the point it’s concerning.

he sometimes likes wearing rings but.. that’s just sometimes

his hands are strangely soft, especially the palms— but he could say there’s some rough spots here and there, but he’d guess it’s because of his quirk.

bakugou’s hands are always warm and sweaty, which he never actually cared about— until he started dating you

he’s kinda worried that you wouldn’t wanna hold his hand, but you can say it’s actually the opposite?

you really like his hands.. but you’re just scared of getting judged

so when he reaches for your hand, you try to pretend that he wasn’t? you turn your head away— trying to not look the slightest bit of dazed

scenario

“what’s up with you?” bakugou interrogates you, his ruby irises glaring into your eyes— his voice gruff

“what?” you question, the sudden action was out of the blue— and you hold in your breath when his hands cage you in, large hands pressed on the wall behind you

“HAH?” he yells, not amused by your sudden oblivion, “don’t act dumb,” he grits his teeth “spit it out, and tell me what’s wrong.”

“nothing’s wrong, suki— i don’t really follow?” you try to convince him that no, i’m totally not afixiated with something about you, even though you’re my boyfriend; i don’t wanna admit that. however— you’re not very slick.

“tch, fucking liar.” his eyes narrow, “if you hate my fuckin’ hands, then i prefer it if you were honest about it.”

“sorry, but what?” you blink, suddenly appalled by his words, “hate.. your hands?”

“because that’s what it is, huh?” he moves even closer to you, practically inches away; and you can only pray that he can’t hear the rather loud beating of your heart. “my hands are so sweaty that you don’t wanna touch em, is that it?”

you’re agitated by his misunderstanding, and you sigh; finally deciding to come clean. “fine! fine. i like your hands.”

you didn’t mean to make it sound that upfront.

bakugou blinks, the sudden tension releasing into thin air, his expression left almost as equally surprised as you.

“tch. so that’s how it is,” he smirks, and by the way it looks— you suddenly regret telling him that.

well.. not really?

he actually takes advantage of that, making sure you remember his hands nicely.

when he sits next to you on the couch, he’ll throw his beefy ass arm around your shoulders like usual. then, he’ll run his hand up and down, making sure you’re aware of his touch.

bakugou will be THAT BITCH that’ll gesture you to come over so he could kiss you,

and when you’re leaning in— he’ll pinch your cheek, a sly grin on his face.

a little spicy; but he’s the type to rest his hand on your neck when you guys kiss <3 ugh

but overall— he’s really glad you actually like his hands, and it wasn’t like you hated them at all

but GOSH he just wished you told him from the start >:T

midoriya izuku

less veins, but.. DAMN THEY’RE KINDA THICK?? not too thick but.. have you seen his hands in the manga??

of course— his hands are rough, with a bunch of scars from his quirk. which he was kinda conscious about

but he tries hard to take care of them outside of combat things in fights; if they’re damaged then.. oh well

he definitely fiddles with pencils, and when he’s studying— the chance of him having a silver’s hand is likely (the thing where the graphite smeers on the back of your hand) he hates that shit

he definitely has a writer’s callus. PROVE ME WRONG!! that man writes a lot, and so do i so 😌 twinsies

but he tries to keep them clean, and he wants to make them feel less rough— so he will invest in some hand cream

compared to the other two, midoriya’s hands are normal in temperature.

but his grip is firm but he doesn’t really realize it sometimes.

you like his hands because.. the detail on his hands leave you mesmerized

but you don’t really wanna weird him out or make him uncomfortable. since he gets really flustered quick.

and you don’t want him to just stare at his hands and think about your fascination about them. no distractions

but he gets real pouty when you pull away

scenario

“hey Y/N, do you.. hate holding hands with me?” izuku asks one day, when you guys are studying in your room

“what?” you tilt your head, really surprised by his question— since you guys sat in silence for the last few minutes. you can feel the edge in your stomach grow when he mentions his hands.

“you always pull away when i try to hold your hand.” you gesture him to continue what he’s saying, and he continues “ but i get it though! my hands are.. scarred, rough. they’re kinda ugly compared to the rest of the guys.” he’s rambling, and you can’t help but feel really saddened.

“izuku, no.” you shake your head, “your hands aren’t ugly. yeah, they may be scarred and all— but they saved a lot of people, it saved eri, and it helped you get to where you are today.”

izuku’s cheeks flush with red, and he can’t say that you’re wrong. but; though he’s provided with reassurance, that’s not the answer he wanted

“but why won’t you hold my hand?”

“because i..” averting your eyes to the wall behind him, you’re looking for the right words. “i like your hands. i didn’t want to make you feel weird because of me.”

you look at his face after the confession, and it’s just ingulfed in a red shade.

on the contrary, this makes him like his hands more. everytime he looks at his hands, he’ll be motivated by your words.

but he’ll be a little shy with acting on it at first; especially in public

but fear not! izuku may seem innocent, but he also knows what he’s doing so.. don’t be decieved

when he’s studying, he’ll write with his right hand, and feed you little snacks with his left hand— urging you to open your mouth and take the snack

after sparring with you he’ll comment on how you did so good, also while placing his hands on your shoulder— massaging any sore parts

a little spicy, but when you guys are kissing, HIS HANDS WILL ROAM TO PLACES. pulling you closer as he attacks your lips

overall— he might be a little shy at first, but he can say he’s pretty accepting of your interest in his hands. it makes him feel better about the appearance of his hands.

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