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abbyshands · 3 months

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abby drabbles for vday <3

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a/n; hey, all, happy valentine’s :) i was originally gonna have a fic for this but i was only able to do a few drabbles today &&& i don’t like any of them but it’s fine. also, woeeefully i have carpal tunnel, so with that and me needing to focus more on speaking out on palestine, fics will be more inconsistent (dw btw i am very much fine, just need to rest my hands <3 [which i obv did not do when i wrote all of these so quickly!])

♡ INCLUDES: sub!cam girl!abby bench pressing w/a vibe between her legs, dom!rival prosecutor!abby fucking you in her office, sub!football abby x dom!nerdy!reader

P.S.; please keep in mind that palestine is very much still bleeding. please look at the below links to learn of ways that you can help the people in gaza, and how you can learn more about this ongoing issue overall. please don't stay in the dark about this: like each post, reblog them, etc. if you like my work, then i am asking, demanding you to take the side that i'm on. free 🇵🇸, always.

LINKS: ways you can help | 🇵🇸 masterpost | MORE ways you can help I places to boycott, and families you can help escape | learn more

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a/n; ib by this post! <3

♡ imagine cam girl!abby, 185 pound barbell in her veiny hands as she pumps the load up and down, muscles flexing under the pressure. her face is red, body slick with sweat as her figure caves. you’re looking at her from the end of the bench, poised between her legs as you watch her workout. you crank the setting of the vibrator up for a third time, feeling your own heat build up as you listen to her whine and whimper. “come on, baby. just a few more reps for me, you got it,” you coo, knowing how close she is, hands weakening as the pleasure bubbling up in her core battles to take control. her filming camera’s in your hands, the one she used to go live and make videos with on a daily basis. you pan it to the wet spot that’s visible on her gym shorts, the smirk on your lips widening as the view nearly makes you drool. “look at her. so pretty like this, such a desperate girl,” you whisper more to yourself than to abby, earning a whorish whine from her lips as she pushes the bar above her head again and again. “mmm, s’that feel good, baby?” you coo as you bring a finger up to rub her over her soaked bottoms. abby’s face scrunches as she throws you a bit of an attitude. “y- you know it does,” she nearly snapped at you, and you can’t help but laugh. “hear that? she’s getting bratty with me,” you say, making sure to zoom in on her shaking legs as you give her thigh a small slap, earning a yelp from abby. you know full well her fans are going to go wild for this video, perhaps even more than you. when abby finishes her reps, body too weak to go on, you prop the camera up beside yourselves and place your hands on the sides of abby’s thighs. “good girl. did so well for me, didn’t you?” you ask, the only other noise being the buzzing of the vibe and the sound of abby’s little whimpers. “y- yes, ma’am, i did. n- now please let me cum,” she begs, and you feel merciful. you crank the vibe to the highest setting, and apply more pressure to her pussy with your fingers. you thumb her clit in circles, and watch as abby’s abdomen begins to tense. you push her shorts out of the way for better access, and remove the vibe to pump your index and ring into her soaked pussy, fingering her like a fucking pro. “f- fuck, so close, please, don’t stop,” she whines, and it’s not long before you’ve got the cam girl drenching your fingers in her cum, hips bucking for both you and the camera as it captures every little second <3

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♡ imagine rival prosecutor!abby, who you just won a huge case to, grabbing you by the wrist the second she could, and yanking you into her office. she was bending you over her desk at a rapid speed like she had so many times in the past, forcing you to take the seven inch strap that’s considerably a part of her at this point. “fucking whore. always fucking up my cases. let me show you how that, fuck,” she says as she thrust into you, deep, “fucking feels.” you only get to feel her when you make her lose a case, being the only way she can properly get her anger out. sometimes, you almost want to lose your cases on purpose. “well, maybe you should do your job better,” you challenge her, and, god, she does not like that. she grabs you by the neck as she pounds into you from behind, thick fingers digging marks into your skin. “don’t talk to me like that,” abby remarks as she pushes herself as deep inside you as she can possibly go. she’s so down and dirty with you, using your body like a toy, then discarding you until the next time she loses a case. “f- fuck, a- abby,” she’s got you stuttering soon enough, brain foggy with your own arousal. abby quickens her pace the second she can feel you getting closer to your high, chuckling. “yeah, you like that, huh? get so cockdrunk off this dick every time,” abby grunted. when your moans get too loud to the point where she thinks you’ll make the whole office hear, her large hand covers your lips, muffling those sweet, little noises. “shhh, shhh, baby. you’re my whore, mine alone. don’t want anyone else to hear those cute moans of yours,” she teases. soon enough, she’s got you soaking her cock in your cum, a whiny mewl of her name muffled by the hold she has on your lips. once you’re finished, she very briefly cleaned you up. but then, once she was done, negligence. “abby—“ you begin, ready to beg her for a little more of her attention. but she cuts you short. “none of that. you know this, sweetheart. i’ll fuck you when i lose.”

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a/n; very much inspired by this :3

♡ imagine sub!football!abby (x nerdy!reader) winning the last game of her season. there’s an after party, of course there is, but the buff girl who’s dominant in every aspect of her life, almost, can’t resist spending some time with her girlfriend first. “yeah, honey. played so well for me, didn’t you?” you coo as abby grinds her pussy desperately into your body, your hands digging into her hips. abby’s gorgeous nipples are bouncing up and down before you, perfect, and you make sure to take one of them into your mouth whenever one’s close enough to your face. “mmm, f- fuck, i did, baby, i did,” she moans, voice needy as she thrusts her naked body into your own. the friction she feels from the denim material of your jeans drives her crazy, rubbing up on her clit in the best way possible. your glasses fog up each time you pull her down for a sloppy, wet kiss, tongue dancing with hers as she grinds her pussy into you, desperate. “such a good girl. that’s it, reward yourself, baby,” you encourage her as she goes on, rutting herself into you. she moans as your pants brush up on her clit, burying her face into your neck to bite it, stifling the whiny moans falling from her lips. your hands grab her ass, gripping it as she pushes herself against you as hard as she could. “f- fuck, i love you so much, love you so much,” abby lets out in a whiny moan, easily making you smile. when you’ve got her on the brink, you take one of her breasts into your mouth, tongue swirling skillfully around her nipple. you give her a few small slaps on the ass as she chases her high, cumming all over your jeans in the end. you smile as you cup her reddened cheek, kissing the tip of her nose as she panted out heavily above you. “there’s my football star.”

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elf-osamu · 1 year

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“WOW, I REALLY CAN’T SPEAK, HUH? MUST BE BECAUSE OF HOW PRETTY YOU LOOK”

[ masterlist ] [ event ] [ reblogs are v v v appreciated ]

fluff, romantic relationship, lucifer, mammon, barbatos x gn!reader

warning(s) : mammon’s one is kinda sad at first ?? mostly bc he’s overthinking things ☹️ probably he’s a bit ooc but idc he’s gorgeous regardless (let’s say you two are at the start of your relationship in this one-shot).

words count : 2587 words

request: “howdy may i rq an obey me scenario with this prompt —> “wow i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look.” gn! mc says it ! would like it to be with lucifer, mammon and barbatos. maybe something like them rambling and asking if mc is listening and they drop that line ^ thank youu”

a/n : AA FINALLY AN OBEY ME REQUEST 🫶🏻 i love those characters with all of my heart, aND THIS PROMPT IS SO GOOD, it’s one of my favorites !! thank you for requesting btw <33 and i apologize for the long wait :( i had no time to write between school and personal matters. anyway, just so you know, lucifer’s and mammon’s ones are soooo long while barbato’s is auite short, i kinda rushed it because i felt bad since i’ve been neglecting requests lately 😭😭 (yeah this is the second time i’m posting this)

LUCIFER :

as the student council vice president, lucifer is well known among the royal academy of diavolo’s demons and angels: although being a composed individual most of the time, he has also an intimidating and almost cruel side to him because of his status, hence why many demons fear him. his fierce, self-assured demeanour is somewhat entrancing, capturing everyone’s gaze in an unbreakable trance, plus his aura of pride is something inevitable in everyday life.

this is not to mention his complicated past and the authority he possesses thanks to lord diavolo, which — according to many demons and a few angels — give more might to his persona.

although sometimes you were the main cause of many troubles in the past, now you can consider yourself quite privileged to be in his good graces. as his partner you have access to a vulnerable part of him that not everyone has a chance to see, where his pride comes off and his insecurities and annoyances emerge, and you can afford to be bold with him.

this very day, he is complaining about a bunch of ‘inferior’ demons who have caused a rather bothersome fuss during curses and hexes class, knocking out a student, giving a headache to your beloved: lucifer knows perfectly well how to put someone in their place, even forcefully if necessary, however it doesn’t mean he doesn’t feel pressured and tired after doing his duty.

the stress derived from all of his responsibilities, and from the piles of paperwork stubbornly sitting on his desk nearly every day, highly increases over time.

now the two of you are in his study, lucifer is rereading the report about today’s incident he just finished to write while you intently watch him work, helping him here and there. frowing in displeasure, he keeps changing a few sentences, wondering how the hell he’s going to survive this afternoon.

however, you can’t help but admire his handsome features: his black eyes shine with a reddish light, they are a little jaded but also alive; his rosy lips form a straight line, emphasizing his concentration, but no less beautiful; his cheeks are covered with a slight sheen of blush, probably due to his weariness; what to say, his demonic beauty is undoubtedly striking.

being too busy with your thoughts, you don’t realize he’s trying to get your attention to what he has been saying for the past few minutes.

“[name], are you listening to me?” he asks, lips slightly parted at your silence.

it’s almost funny, the fact that he completely ignores the reason of your quietness.

“[name].” at this point, lucifer’s voice is filled more with worry than irritation. why aren’t you responding to him? is something the matter?

as he’s about to ask another question, you snap back to reality, slowly turning to your senses.

you try to say something to seem completely nonchalant, but your voice — hoarse from nervousness — betrays you, and you can’t help but observe again your partner, who is frowing even more than before. if that’s possible.

you sigh, in defeat with yourself, and a genuine grin makes its way onto your face. “wow, i really can’t speak, huh? must be because of how pretty you look”.

at first, he doesn’t really process those words.

although his gaze is fixed on your figure, his mind is fuzzy from all the work he’s currently doing, almost as if he were in a dream-like state, not at all focused on the present world. there’s silence for a few seconds in the room you two are in, and you’re asking yourself if you need to bring lucifer back to reality. but when you’re about to talk to him, you shift slightly on your sit, and his brain registers the movement.

so, suddenly, realization hits him. perhaps, too suddenly.

if it weren’t for his majestic pride, he’d cover his face, now completely red — but, doing so would be admitting his confused (but contented) mood derived from the sound of your words, which is inadmissible to him. so, all he can do is pretend that he’s not impressed by what you have said, even if his body is betraying him: in addition to the blush on his face and neck, his eyes are filled with astonishment and his lips, slightly parted again, form a small circle, defining his astonishment.

finally, he glares at you — taking back a part of his self-control — and seems to be lost in thought, probably wondering how he should face the situation without feeling too embarrassed; you can almost see the gears of his brain working wildly, desperately trying to find a simple solution.

and then, his eyes sparkle.

never underestimate a demon, especially if it’s lucifer. have you flustered him? well, be prepared, because he’ll pay you back in the same coin.

he adjusts himself on his scarlet armchair, which highlights his shimmering eyes, and leans towards you, over his desk. you can tell by his look that, if you let him speak, his words will be the death of you. and there’s no way you’ll allow it.

“too bad i need to be in another a class in, like, five minutes,” you blatantly lie, checking your wristwatch, and getting up. you lean just a little to give lucifer a quick peck on the lips. “well, see you later, pretty boy”, you wink at him and leave the room in a hurry, without giving him enough time to process what has happened.

yet again, he’s stunned by how you’ve called him.

the avatar of pride may be confident and assertive, but his heart can only flutter when someone is genuinely complimenting him. especially if it’s you.

MAMMON :

“… and so he blamed me! me, do ya understand? he, without hesitation, cursed the great mammon in front of the whole class! what an outrageous thing to do, don’t ya think!?”.

one interesting thing about the avatar of greed is that, despite his attempts to play it cool, he’s not confident about himself. thinking about it, it can’t but make sense: he’s driven by his multiple desires — money, for example — and craves them every time there’s a minimal absence of those, including external approval; he needs to be seen and accepted by everyone.

admitting it out loud would probably never be an option, considering his stubborn nature, but mammon would do anything to make you smile or laugh at his jokes — anything. he wants to be worthy of your attention — because in his mind he’s not deserving of love, particularly yours. of course, if you asked him something about this matter, he’d say the opposite — he’s everything but good at communicating his needs.

getting to know the demon hasn’t been an easy task, but with time you’ve managed to discover that there’s a soft side to him — a kind, warm heart behind his usual carefree mask.

despite all these thoughts spinning in your head, in this moment you are still fascinated by mammon’s temper and gestures: his hands, shaken, are moving quickly in the air, a slight pout is adorning his face, and his eyes are glimmering in bitter frustration — the sky of the devildom is reaching his darkest shade of colour while he looks vigorous yet ethereal.

“… handsome”, you murmur, as if talking to yourself.

mammon suddenly stops in his tracks, a slight embarassed expression appearing on his face.

“oh? what did ya say?” he asks, confused yet hopeful, thinking that maybe he has misheard you — because how could someone like you view him as nothing but that? sure, you’re his partner, however the fear of not being seen and loved for who he really is… is always present.

you sigh and wrap your arms around his waist, resting your head on his shoulder. “wow, i really can’t speak, huh? ah, must be because of how pretty you look…”.

the noises of the night fill the atmosphere between you two in this moment; mammon’s brain has stopped working and, honestly, you can’t blame him: saying that he’s taken aback by your remark would be a great understatement to describe the current situation.

the avatar of greed is feeling so many emotions in so little time — his heart is pounding stronger than ever, you can almost hear its soft sound, and a reassurance which he has never felt so intensely is hugging his chest. these sensations are something he would gladly immerse himself into, a new type of greed to add to his long and interminable list, a new need.

unfortunately, the clock is ticking and mammon doesn’t want you to see his true self, not in a moment so embarassing for him, not like this — though he would love to indulge in this sweet pleasure for a while longer.

“you— human! what are ya thinking, speaking like that to your first demon? ya sure are bold! i’ll close one eye for this time, so consider yourself lucky tonight, because the great mammon won’t be so gentle in the future!”

a quick laugh escapes from your lips and, before he can question it, you grab his jaw with one of your hands, so his eyes can only be directed towards you.

“mammon, sweetheart, drop the act. you are making a fool of yourself and, although you’d be so entertaining to watch right now, you need to realise that i love you, truly.”, your gaze softens and you smile at him, making his heart melt. “it’s okay to not understand why you are cared about — but i want you to know that you are important to me, so, so fcking much. we’re in this together — aren’t we? then, will you allow me to show why and how i’m going to love and take care of you, mh?”.

mammon remains still as you finish your speech; his unsteady breath, however, betrays him.

“[name], i… thank you”, he says, unsure on how to continue his response.

“talk your feelings out, if you feel like it. i’m not a judge here,” you reassure him.

his gaze shifts for a moment, symbolising his indecision, but then it returns to yours. “i’m… i am glad to have ya in my life, [name]. but, well, i suppose i have one request to make”.

your smile turns suddenly into a smirk, finally happy to see your boyfriend taking courage to express his feelings.

“yes, dear?”.

“be greedy with me,” he pauses, slowly breathing in and out to not mess up his next words. “indulge in my sin whenever you can, day by day, and don’t leave anything behind. spare nothing, let the greed take control over you, like i’ll do with you from now on”.

“oh now, now, who is the bold one?” you murmur, getting closer to him. “you’re extremely covetous, mammon, and this is one of the many things which i appreciate about you. i already made a pact with you, so i don’t see a problem with your request. i accept it”, and you kiss him, as if you’re sealing the deal.

who would have thought that one of the greatest demons of all the realms could feel such things for a human?

BARBATOS :

despite being barbatos’s partner, it’s not quite often that you’re invited over lord diavolo’s castle to spend time with two of the most powerful demons in the devildom. the reason why is actually pretty simple: your lover’s life is full of events to attend and favors to give. his presence is requested by every kind of beings, alongside his trusted services to the devildom’s prince, resulting in little to no space left for your meetings. the same can be said for you, since your school life isn’t exactly giving you energy to talk to him either — so you could say you two are fair.

this evening is different from the usual, since you were invited for dinner — a rare, but pleasant occasion to find yourself in. the one who has arranged it all is, nevertheless, lord diavolo himself: though he often acts oblivious of his requests, he has a keen eye for his butler’s mental state — so it would have been only a matter of time before he found out about barbatos’ single desire to relieve his stress… you.

using the “celebration” of your school achievements as an excuse, diavolo set up these hours in his magnificent mansion just for the two of you — saying that he’s attended elsewhere and oh so unfortunately he won’t be able to remain with you even for a while longer.

this is the premise of the current moment — you are quite literally squeezing your boyfriend, hugging him from behind, while he prepares his nightly skincare routine. he’s looking at himself in the mirror, dark green eyes are inspecting his state: his hands are on both sides of the sink, slightly supporting his robust and elegant figure; his torso is covered by a black tank top — something you’d rarely have the chance to see, considering barbatos’ extreme care for a professional appearance; his cold but soft skin seems bright, almost shining, under the tender lamp’s light.

his lips are smartly moving, giving life to his thoughts, however you are too focused on him to pay attention to his words.

“[name]?”

the sudden call of your name wakes you up, but only for a second.

“mh?”

his eyes meet yours in the mirror. “are you listening to me?”.

“mmh mh”, you nod, not registering his question at all, and continue to admire him in silence.

obviously, he’s completely aware of it — after all, he’s the demon who can see through both the past and future.

with a swift movement of his body, he turns to face you, making you cling to his waist.

with his right hand, he gently holds your chin between his fingers. “would you like, my love, to share your thoughts on the matter? you seem rather unfocused tonight, wouldn’t you agree?”.

you swallow, waiting for your confidence to come back. then, you try to give back the same energy of his — since you wouldn’t like to lose to his antics, not again.

“damn, i really can’t speak right now, huh? must be because of how pretty you look, barbatos. it’s actually not fair”.

although you don’t look nearly as self-assured as him, you regain a bit of your control when you notice a hint of hesitation and bewilderment on his face.

he scoffs, looking away from your eyes — and doing so makes it evident that his ears are bright red. you catch the opportunity right away, moving his hair away from the sensitive skin.

“ah! if only the others saw you, the formidable barbatos, right now! you wouldn’t be feared so much,” you teasingly comment, preparing for his next move.

“i wouldn’t be so daring if i were in your place, [name]”, barbatos remarks jokingly — but you can never be so sure when it comes to him: as proof you have his piercing gaze fixated on your face, which conveys a message that you couldn’t otherwise pick up.

“well- i guess i’ll make it up tomorrow! aren’t you tired? it’s been an exhausting day — let’s watch a movie!” you suddenly suggest, not resisting to his towering yet fascinating aura.

he sighs as you quickly evade from his arms, though he’s suppressing a smile.

barbatos supposes he can let one person to make fun of him.

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joyfulfxckery · 2 years

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Space Cats

Yautja Blurb

So my cat, Jaxon the house panther, hunts everything; flies, mosquitoes, spiders, his sister Selkie, everything.

Every time he's hunting I always think that the Yautja would find it entertaining so this happened. It's unedited btw.

No pronouns used

"Your house feline isn't completely useless."

"Hm?" I turn around from my cooking task to see my Yautja mate, Bha'jui, crouching on the floor in front of the couch, watching with amusement as my cat, Jaxon, hunts down the Yautja Prime version of a fly that entered the open window. Jaxon slowly sneaks closer while keeping his eyes on the fly that's resting up the wall before jumping, missing and sliding down back unto the couch. Bha'jui chortles while watching the fly buzz around your cat, seeming to mock him. Jaxon watches the fly for a few seconds while chittering before jumping up in the air, the fly drops.

"Sounds like Yautja? Do cats mimic?" Bha'jui tilts his head in curiosity moving his eyes from Jaxon to look at me making me smile. He's usually hunting or training so he doesn't spend a lot of time at home or with Jaxon in general, if he is home it's usually time spent with me to either stay by my side like a lost puppy or to make me smell like him again which can either be by cuddling or fucking my brains out. Being on Yautja Prime he always tries to keep me smelling like him so that other unmated Yautja know to stay away since Yautjas are extremely territorial ESPECIALLY if they have a human mate. Like, he will gladly kill for me. Actually, he has once when we were newly mated and a lot of Yautja was looking down on his choice of me that I was starting to feel unworthy and one Yautja just looked at me in disgust and Bha'jui snapped. I felt powerful as fuck that day too though, he was in a deep rage that he kept beating on the body and even the Yautja surrounding us didn't want to disturb him but I went up and gently touched his back, he turned super quick ready to fight only to realize it was me, he stood and let out a victorious roar then looked at everyone surrounding us in warning before picking me up in his arms and carrying me home.

Shaking my head out of my thoughts I turned back to check that the food was ready, while dishing it out I say, "He's always done that, sometimes cats make that noise when they're hunting something. Though, some do it more than others."

As I finished talking Bha'jui started his own chittering noise while Jaxon went to paw at the injured fly that was trying to escape. I turn with bowls of chilli that Bha'jui likes if there's loads of meat. There are only a few Yautja foods I have found that I like and with more Yautja taking humans as mates lately they were kind enough to make us our very own store with human food, and I was feeling a little homesick today so I wanted to make my grandmothers' chilli. Placing them on the table where we eat I looked and noticed that Jackson ate the fly and was now sitting and facing Bha'jui, they seemed to be talking. In chitters. I went behind Bha'jui as Jaxon jumped down the couch and into the Yautjas' lap while purring,

"Good talk?" I giggled while appreciating the view of my two predators, one of which nodded.

"I said he was a good house hunter." Which caused me to laugh more before leaning down against my mate's back to pet Jaxon who leaned into my hand.

"He is, he's my good lil' hunter aren't you Jaxon," I said, making Bha'jui look back at me.

"I am a better hunter."

"You are my good ole' big hunter, love," I said wrapping my arms around his massive shoulders, leaning my full weight on his crouching form knowing he can support me, to kiss one of his upper mandibles. Resulting in him purring too, vibrating both me and Jaxon and making me laugh. Remembering me and fellow humans comparing our mates to cats. I'll be sure to tell them of my new evidence.

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borathae · 2 years

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↳ Index [Day 16 - Oil Massages]

Pairing: Good Boy!Hoseok x GFD!Reader

Kinks: sensual love making, a sexy massage, Hoseok’s hands, oil, praise, puppy play, a lil bit of teasing, thigh fucking, naked grinding, vaginal penetrative sex, creampie, cockwarming, cuddly aftercare

Wordcount: 4k

a/n: only one person wanted subby!Hobi and I am here to deliver because :( this affected me deeply btw the panties scene is now burned into my memories fandfna enjoy besties 🤍

You didn’t have the best day today. It wasn’t a truly terrible day or a horrible one, but it was still not good and left you just that tiny bit moody. Said mood was instantly lifted by your long-term boyfriend and bestest friend Hoseok, who not only came home with your favourite food but also offered an open ear to rant to.

The food has long been finished and the rant has long stopped, but your little evening date with Hoseok is still going strong. The television is running in the background, but you aren’t watching. Face buried in a pillow and tummy first, you are lying on the makeshift massage table Hoseok built out of your sofa. The latter is busy with oiling up your back, having his hair in a messy bun to make sure it doesn’t accidentally poke him into his eyes. The oil is warm on your skin as he heated it just slightly to make it even more relaxing. It smells like vanilla and almonds, lulling you into such a nice state of relaxation.

You shiver as it hits your skin, feeling goosebumps cover you instantly.

“How’s the temperature?” he asks, pouring the oil along your spine.

“So good, very cozy”, you answer him, already feeling so much more relaxed and he hasn’t even started yet.

“That’s good to hear. Tell me if I should change something”, he says and puts the now empty bowl aside. He places his palms on your back to spread the oil in slow circular motions, using his entire palms for it.

You sigh happily, closing your eyes. Now it finally starts, you can finally relax. His hands feel so soft on your skin. Hoseok has always had the softest hands ever. Delicate, strong and so, so soft. He says that it is because of all the moisturiser he uses and you honestly believe him. Hoseok uses hand cream religiously. You sometimes even have to chuckle at him when he spends minutes rubbing his own hands together before bed, teasing him that it makes him look like a cute fly. Hoseok always chuckles when that happens and makes little buzzing sounds to elicit another chuckle from you.

“Is there a part which hurts the most?” he asks you, hands lingering on your lower back for now.

“Like everywhere?”

He chuckles, “okay, I’ll make sure to get everything”, he says and begins his massage at your upper back on your shoulder area.

He uses his thumbs for it, digging them into you in slow circular patterns.

“Oh that’s nice, that’s really nice”, you sigh, melting in relaxation.

Your boyfriend really knows how to use his fingers. In more ways than one, but let's not dwell on that horny thought for too long. Hoseok however, really knows how to give massages. You learned this during your first month with him when you had a terrible tight neck and he managed to massage it well again. Ever since then, it has become tradition that he massages you on your bad days and in return you massage him on his bad days. It relaxes you greatly and strengthens the bond between your hearts so very much.

Hoseok guides his touches from your shoulders closer to your spine, changing the circles for movements up and down on each side of your vertebrae, chasing all those tension points right out of your muscles.

“That's so nice there. Keep going”, you encourage him and sigh happily.

Hoseok loves this. He loves pampering you and touching you. Hoseok is so goddamn obsessed with the way your body fits under his hands and the softness of your skin against his fingertips. You probably think that he massages you to serve you, but he must admit that it has more selfish reasons too as he soaks up those moments like a dry sponge. Hoseok seriously loves touching you, feeling his heart flutter in his chest now that he is doing it again.

“You are really beautiful”, he says softly.

“Gosh, thank you. You are so sweet”, you say with a racing heart.

“No but, I mean it”, he insists, “you are so beautiful. Every inch of you. I love how this part looks”, he says, tracing the soft spot where your shoulder blade stops. He touches both sides, dancing his thumb over it repeatedly.

“And this part”, he says, moving on to massage the middle of your back, “it's so perfect”, he whispers with his voice shaky in awe. He uses all of his fingers for the massage, drawing patterns on your back while his eyes race over your body obsessively.

“You're the cutest”, you whisper, feeling so good. Both physically and emotionally. Hoseok makes you feel so beautiful.

The parts on your lower back make you groan just slightly and so Hoseok softens his touch, eyes flitting up to look at your face. Your cheek is squished against the pillow and your eyes are closed. He looks back at your body, putting more strength into his touches again. Another groan rumbles in your throat.

“Am I too rough?” he makes sure.

“No, it’s so nice. Sorry I know I make weird sounds”, you mumble and chuckle.

“It’s fine, I’m just always scared that I hurt you”, he says, tracing the spot right above your tailbone. The latter is currently hidden behind the hem of your sweats.

“You don’t, just keep going puppy”, you encourage him, “love what you’re doing so much.”

Hoseok feels himself….shift desperately at your words. He knows that what he is doing right now isn’t inherently sexy and your answers aren’t meant to be sexual, but he still feels affected by it. Your little groans and moans make his stomach tingle and the way your back seems to tense and relax each time he touches a new spot mesmerises him greatly.

He feels like such a dirty man, thirsting over you when you are trying to relax, but he can’t help himself. He thinks that you are so beautiful and all he wants to be is to be close to you.

“That’s nice, so nice”, you groan and wiggle your hips.

Hoseok gulps, letting his gaze flit down to your butt. The fabric of your sweats is stretching around it just slightly, making it appear so round and sexy. Hoseok truly has to fight every urge inside him not to reach down there and cup it. Not only because it would leave two oily handprints on your clothes, but also because you never gave him permission to touch you that way.

Hoseok breaks his eyes away, looking at your back instead. He climbs on top of your legs and uses the new position to glide his fingers from your lower back up to your shoulders. He uses some of his weight for it to really deepen the touch. You react with a sigh of his name and a content purr, lips curling into a little smile.

He lingers on your shoulders, holding them between his fingers and massaging them almost vigorously. His head he keeps lowered right above your face, eyes racing over your features obsessively. You are so pretty. Oh, how he wants to kiss you. Maybe he dares to steal just one.

You giggle, peeling your eyes open just to glance at him fondly. He just kissed the corner of your lips, now looking at you with slightly widened and shy eyes.

“Well, hello there”, you say in a chuckle.

“H-hey”, he whispers.

“Is that a new massage technique?” you tease, making Hoseok lower his gaze shyly.

“I'm horny”, he confesses, making you laugh.

“Awww poor puppy, he's horny”, you coo, bending your elbow to play with his soft baby hair at the nape of his neck, “you’re one special massage therapist aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it. You’re so sexy”, he whispers, blushing like crazy.

“And what should I do about it, mhm?”

“Can I maybe get off?”

“Get off?”

He nods his head, “please? I’ll get you off too” he whispers almost inaudibly, pouting cutely.

Here he is with his big puppy eyes and his hard bulge rubbing into your butt and his fumbly, oil covered hands restless on your shoulders. He looks so adorable that you truly can’t say no.

“Of course you can. Use my thighs for it”, you order, making Hoseok moan even without touching him.

“R-really?” he asks, rolling his hips into your butt without even noticing that he does it. It makes you crave so much more. His cock is so hard already and his touch makes you so wet. You want him. Want him so bad.

“Yes. Go ahead. Undress me”, you order, settling back into the pillow with closed eyes.

Hoseok works quickly. He pulls your sweats down, throwing them on the ground. Then he reaches for your panties, hesitating for just a second. You feel the touch, lifting your hips.

“Yes puppy, those too. And be a good boy, do it properly.”

Hoseok merely gives you a little bark, climbing down your body to take your panties between his teeth. He tugs them down carefully, wiggling his hips and whimpering softly as he does. He feels so dizzy from this simple act, the desire to serve you oh so well, feels unbearable in his chest.

Once your panties are off, Hoseok climbs up the couch until he can place them next to your hand. He sits back down on his heels, looking at you with sparkly eyes and his hands resting on his lap.

“Good puppy, such a good puppy”, you praise him, gazing up at him.

Hoseok wiggles his hips, whimpering softly. He loves being your good puppy, it makes him feel so loved and important.

“Go on, your treat's waiting”, you say and close your eyes again, settling back into the comfortable pillows.

Hoseok doesn’t hesitate. He crawls back down and reaches for the oil bottle. Sadly it isn’t warmed up like before, but you are burning up so much that a little bit of cool oil is a welcome change.

Hoseok trickles it over your thighs and butt, sending shivers through your whole body. He spreads it with his hands first, giving you such a good massage that for a second you consider opening your legs and letting him massage something else instead. Honestly, Hoseok isn’t the only one feeling horny. His massages always get you so hot and bothered.

“Your butt is so sexy”, he says, massaging the flesh with hungry hands. He gathers it, squeezes it, digs his fingers into it before releasing it again and using the flat of his palms to trace it. He repeats those movements until you feel like bucking your hips up and ordering him to stick his fingers into you.

“You’re such a tease”, you grumble, rolling your hips into nothing. Your breathing is sped up and irregular, you almost start crying when he abandons your butt to instead spread the oil on your thighs.

“So sexy”, he whispers, “I'm so obsessed with your thighs”, he confesses and squeezes his hands between them just to feel up your inner thighs. You open your legs far enough to give him easy access, moaning softly when this exposes your dripping pussy to the cool air. You throb around nothing, aching for more stimulation. Can Hoseok see how affected he has gotten you?

He runs his hand up and down slowly, eyes following the paths he draws and cock aching in his sweats. All he wants to be is to be between those thighs.

“You’re so beautiful”, he says, eyes lingering on your pussy, “so wet”, he breathes, placing his hands right under your aching core. His thumbs press into your flesh, his body heat swirls over your pussy. He moves closer. Just once. For a feather light touch then it disappears again, leaving you aching for more. He draws his touch down again, massaging your inner thighs right under your pussy. Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

“Okay seriously”, you laugh breathily, rolling your hips up, “if you decide to tease right now, you can forget getting off.”

“Sorry, yeah sorry I’ll behave”, he stutters, pulling his hands away before he can rile you up even more. He undresses messily, soaking his clothes with the oil without a care in the world. They are already messy from his excitement either way, a little bit of oil won't make a big difference. He throws them on the ground and then climbs on top your legs, placing his hands on your butt for support.

“That’s better”, you say, pressing your thighs together. Even that simple act sends heat through your pussy. Oh how sensitive he has gotten you.

“I’ll start now”, he says, panting desperately.

“Yes, start”, you order, wiggling your hips.

With his eyes glued to your thighs, Hoseok lets his hard cock glide right between them. The oil covering your skin makes the slip feel so easy, giving him enough lubrication to bury himself to the base.

“Shit”, he presses out, closing his eyes, “so soft”, he lulls and begins rocking into you, fucking his cock between your oiled-up thighs.

You are so warm, the oil is so wet, your thighs are so soft. Hoseok swears that he instantly feels dizzy and out of breath because of it, moaning softly as hot electricity runs through his cock.

“That’s so sexy, keep going puppy. Keep going”, you sigh, eyes squeezed shut and fingers gripping a piece of the blanket he placed underneath you. You love this.

Hoseok is angling his hips just right that his cock grinds against your pussy with each thrust. His veiny shaft fits perfectly between your lips, the tightness of the position really presses his cock against you. Each movement feels like paradise, sending heat through your pussy and the rest of your weakened body.

“It’s so nice”, Hoseok whimpers, squeezing your butt. He loves getting off with your thighs. Especially like this. He can reach your pussy so well in that position. You are so incredibly wet this evening, covering his cock in your sweet juices and making Hoseok chase them almost desperately. He loves that contrast of oily thighs on two sides of his cock while one side gets the warmth of your heavenly pussy. The difference in sensations makes him dizzy, head soon falling down and now tangling tiredly.

“It’s the best, it seriously is”, you agree, meeting his every second movement in a roll of your hips. You know exactly what to do to elevate the thigh fuck and make it even more enjoyable for both of you. You keep rolling your hips up, forcing your clit to glide over his cockhead each time that happens.

“Your pussy’s so wet”, he whines, “I can’t.”

“Mhhm yeah…” you lull, not knowing much else to say. Quite frankly, all you want to do is melt into a puddle of relaxed pleasure and moan freely. You love grinding with Hoseok.

Hoseok is a very passionate lover. Attentive, intense, fiery. He fucks deep. He fucks hard. And he fucks long. You blame it on his personality. Hoseok fucks like he treats a choreography. He learns fast, but then practices until even perfection seems imperfect to him. And only then he keeps going, pouring his all into perfecting the already perfect and somehow always managing to actually do so. Hoseok fucks just like that. He learns what gets you both off and then fucks perfectly, passionately and with all his heart poured into it.

And that is why you fucking love grinding with him. Because when you grind, Hoseok lets go of some of that perfectionism and merely allows himself to feel the sensations. He becomes perhaps a little sloppy at times - like right now when his hips stutter for a moment as bolts of hot pleasure run through his cock - and maybe a little uncoordinated - when seconds later he completely loses his rhythm to instead whine about how sensitive he was - but that doesn’t stop you from loving those moments with him, because they feel like goddamn paradise.

“I’m so sensitive”, he whines as second time, trying to find his rhythm again.

“Me too puppy. My pussy’s so sensitive”, you answer him breathily, twisting more of the blanket.

“I wanna be inside”, he confesses, eliciting your aching desire to be stuffed.

You roll your hips up, whining softly as this once again makes his tip glide over your clit. You are so sensitive by now that the touch makes your toes curl.

“Do it, fucking do it”, you order, opening your legs just far enough to present yourself to him. Like this, the pressure around Hoseok’s cock stops and all that remains is the wetness of your pussy against his cock.

Hoseok peels his eyes open, looking at where he is touching you. Your thighs are glistening in his excitement, covered in it and marked as the reason for why he was so incredibly horny tonight. His cock is so hard, gliding right through your wet folds. Your hole is right there, glistening and looking oh so empty.

“Darling”, Hoseok moans and feels his composure break. He angles his hips and thrusts them into you, allowing his cock to glide into your wet pussy.

“Fuck yes”, you moan loudly, welcoming him with desperate clenches. Inch by inch you feel him slide inside, filling you up with his perfect cock and reminding you once again why he was the best. You needed him so much. The stretch feels so nice, so intense, so good. “Move puppy, move.”

Hoseok exhales shakily, slipping his hands from your butt to press them into your back instead. He tightens his jaw, furrowing his brows in concentration before finally beginning to move. He goes slow but deep, feeling his thighs tremble each time he is buried inside you completely.

“Keep going, don’t stop”, you encourage him, meeting him with equally as slow and deep movements.

You love doing that. You love fucking back on him when he fucks you. You are very well aware that Hoseok doesn’t need any help and that he is very capable of getting you there without your guidance. But it feels so good. Grinding with him on a melody only you and him can hear, fuels you. Smooth movements, deep strokes, needy wiggles. The dance feels so goddamn good that you possibly couldn’t stop.

Hoseok loves it too. He doesn’t want to admit it, but he is struggling a lot tonight. His cock’s so sensitive that moving is really hard. All he really wants to do is collapse on top of you and lie limp as pleasure washes over him. So to have you grind back into him helps him so goddamn much to stay focused. He loves grinding with you. Cock deep inside you, wet pussy tight and bodies burning up. It’s his favourite kind of dance to do.

Hoseok lowers himself to his elbows, pressing his chest into your back. He knew going shirtless would be a good idea because that feels amazing. Your skin is so soft and warm, the oil feels so good on his skin. He melts closer because of it, cock pressing right against your sensitive spots in the new position.

“I love this so much”, he rasps, voice shaky in pleasure, “do, do you love it too?”

“Yes puppy, love it so much”, you sigh, reaching behind yourself to grab a bundle of his hair. It sadly messes up his bun, but that truly isn’t a tragedy. Hoseok looks so good when his hair is all messy and ruffled. You crane your neck, claiming his lips in a sloppy kiss.

Hoseok moans throatily, hips rutting into you so deeply that you possibly couldn’t meet him anymore. You don’t mind. His weight on you, the warmth which that brings, the depth of his cock. It all makes up for the lost opportunity to grind.

Like this the blanket bunches up between your legs, lying just right so that a fold of it is grinding against your clit.

“Shit Hobi”, you break the kiss when you realise it, moaning against his lips with squeezed shut eyes, "Hobi, ah Hobi…"

Hoseok answers you by moaning against your lips, bending his arm so he can cup your face. You don’t even mind that he covers you in a little bit of oil, enjoying the tenderness with a fluttering heart.

“It’s so good, puppy”, you get out, head falling into his palm as your body forsakes you. You are so weak, you can’t hold up the weight anymore, all you want to do is fall deeper and deeper and deeper.

“Say it again please”, he begs, trembling on top of you.

“Such…a good…puppy”, you get out in sighs, basking in the strong shake that courses through him because of it.

“Again please”, he whimpers.

“Good puppy”, you lull, pussy tightening around him because of how desperate he gets you. He fucks so much better when you praise him, sounds so sweet with all those whimpers leaving him.

“Oh god”, he croaks, cock throbbing deep inside you, “ah..I’m close.”

“Keep going puppy, fucking make my pussy cum first, yeah?”

“Yeah”, he whimpers, dropping his head against yours, “fuck, darling.”

“Yeah, fuck”, you agree, dropping your hand from his hair to grip the blanket instead. You twist it harshly, head falling against the couch because Hoseok’s own arm gave up on you. Now his hand lies between your cheek and the sofa cushion, thumb running over your skin in mindless circles.

Hoseok chases you, nuzzling into your neck to whimper your name. His hips can barely even move. Rocking back and forth in the smallest movements. He is so swollen and hard that you don’t mind the slow movements. On the contrary, you are so sensitive that even those slow movements feels like too much.

“Hobi I’m close too”, you get out, making him whine desperately. Your clit throbs against the blanket, his cock grinds right against your g-spot and the warmth in your stomach gets too much to bear, “now, Hobi n-now.”

“Oh god”, he squeaks out, gripping your hand twisting the blanket. His hips fall still completely, chest pressing into your back tightly as underneath him you shake and rut in your high.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes”, you chant, rolling your hips into the pillows as best as possible, “fuck puppy, such a good puppy. You’ve got the best fucking cock”, you growl, feeling your burning high in your entire body.

“I can’t hold it any longer”, Hoseok whimpers and sobs softly, “please c-can I let go too?”

“Yes, fuck yes. You can, yes”, you chant, throwing Hoseok over the edge so violently that he actually wails up for you, collapsing on top of you as his hips chase the flames of his deep high.

You can feel him cover your insides, moaning deliciously because you goddamn love being creampied by him. Given how you can’t get pregnant because of all the precautions you both take, feeling his hot cum inside you is paradise. Warm, wet, addicting paradise.

Hoseok comes down after you, growing weak on top of you. His weight doesn’t feel constricting, you actually love having him lie on top of you. He feels like your own personal weighted blanket. Warm, comforting but also sweaty. Very sweaty from all the heated grinding you have been doing. You want all of it. It’s so goddamn nice.

“Thank you so much”, he whispers, voice raspy from his intense high.

“You are so cute”, you lull, intertwining your fingers with him, "this was amazing, you know?"

“Yeah…I don’t think that I can get up.”

“Good, don’t. Let me warm your cock for a bit.”

“God I love you”, Hoseok whispers, nuzzling into your neck.

“I love you too”, you answer him, feeling yourself sink into the fluffiest and softest cloud of sweet afterglow.

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yourlocalshrimp318 · 2 months

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My mom likes Good Omens and is very dissatisfied by the ending

Good day folks! I’ve got good news and I’ve got bad news. Depends on how you interpret it.

Bad news: I was too tired to write the post on season two ep1 and 2. Good news: I made notes on my mother’s reaction. Bad news: i didn’t write much to it because I was very fucking tired. Maybe good news: we watched episode 3 to 6 this evening, means I can finish this series, also means I’ve got a lot to remember and I am bad at that. Good news: you folks get a whole post on watching season 2 with my mom! A little more good news: she didn’t disown me and I was not grounded. She didn’t even cry. She just really wants a season 3. same, mom, same.

For the first two episodes: *checks phone for notes* as far as I see, she is a shipper. Very much. She is also not further concerned on the angels having typically male names and being played by woman. Which was quite surprising to me. She referred to Micheal as he.

„Has Gabriel lost his mind? And why the fuck is he naked? Didn’t need to see that.“

She complimented the music, it’s very fitting.

She was quite upset that Aziraphale and Crowley just won’t communicate. How right she was.

„Very interesting, I am really excited for the next episodes.“ these shall come now.

So uhhh. Wait, lemme check Wikipedia so I have an overview. Okay I checked Wikipedia and unlike for season one there is no overview thingy for each episode in season two. Very sad. I also got carried away. Anyway this will now come in order of what I remember, very sorry for that. It was much today.

In episode three when the boys were in Edinburgh, she paused to explain to me that it was very common for people stealing corpses. Yes mother I know. I am infected with good omens brainrot, I know a whole lot shit. But thanks.

„Damn Beelzebub looks disgusting.“ nah, when they come to earth they no longer look disgusting. She understood that, when she saw Beelzebub.

We agreed that the punishment for uhmmm German right-orientated people is very okay. Zombies are very ugly. „What is Mycroft doing there?“ (I also watched Sherlock with my mom btw. Interest on that? I’m sure I’ll remember a little bit)

Her reaction to „Jane Austen had balls.“ was amusing. She pulled a 🤨 and continued. Well okay.

(Fuck I have dementia or smth.) (fuck I am incompetent of using the internet, Wikipedia has information on each episode.)

Shax has a very bad taste in clothing. According to my mom. She is right. I think.

„Jim/James/Gabriels coat is so very stylish!“ yea. Please folks, do tell me, did it have a use or deeper meaning?

Before we watched episode 6 I organised tissues. I was surprised we didn’t need them.

„Oh man, the thing with Jim/James/Gabriel and Beelzebub is so cute!“ very much yes.

So. Final fifteen. It was very quiet in the living room. During and after the final fifteen. She didn’t cry (I was so close to cry) but she looked very dissatisfied. I mean I get it. But I was sad, she was like: „when does season three come? Do we know what happens next? That’s just so mean!“

After we turned the TV off we talked about it. She said it was just very tragic, the red-haired one loved Blondie so much and the fact that that Crowley waited at the car to see if Azi changed his mind is heartbreaking. Crowley deserves better. We hope he’s fine. Sadly we don’t know.

I am glad to say that my mom is not infected by the brainrot, which is both good I guess? Yea. I hope I captured most of it but it was a lot and I am tired.

Good day/night Folks!

(Just spend another 15 minutes on tumblr and I really hope I don’t dream of a weird mixture of Good Omens, Merlin and Lord of the Ring lmao)

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #ineffable fandom #david tennant #michael sheen #my mom is so cool #but I am so sad that it’s over now

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ms-snape · 11 months

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It's your birthday, why jealousy ?

Omg it's been too long since I posted anything but I started writing again and there will be plenty of chapters once my exams finish I promise. For now we come back with one on Hakim Ziyech

btw: I know his birthday passed about 3 months ago but I had this idea long before.

Good reading.

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her pov

Everyone knew Hakim Ziyech's temper and how disruptive he could be, it showed during his playing minutes where he looked like he wanted to break the jaws of other players, but that was only the case with the others, never with me, and I was very grateful for that.

Hakim and I have been married for almost a year now, we hardly ever argued and even when we did it was never major arguments and one of us always ended up apologizing which helped. My husband's teammates were thrilled with our relationship since it saved them from having to deal with an angry Ziyech all the time.

It was soon his birthday an event that Mason, one of his closest friends, and I had been planning for a while now, we would have gladly brought Joao Félix with us into the plan but we knew him well enough to know that he was not at all good at keeping secrets, so it was out of the question to tell him about the surprise, we had everything ready and his birthday was in a few days.

It was Saturday night which often meant snuggling up and watching movies all night, it was a bit of a ritual but by now I was too busy checking everything with Mason by text paying no attention to the movie, of course I make sure to hide the messages from Hakim.

《 don't you like the movie?》 he asks when he noticed that my eyes hadn't landed on the flat screen, I turn back to him with a reassuring smile a little forced before saying.

《Yes, I was talking to my sister, she argued with her man again》I hated lying to her but I had no choice.

He looked like he didn't totally believe me, but he had to live with it, I couldn't risk wasting a week's work 7 days before D-Day, after a few minutes of pretending to be interested in the film while thinking about the preparation down to the smallest detail, it's the first birthday that I'm preparing for him so I wanted to be sure that he will be unforgettable.

Hz pov

She was acting weird, admittedly we had only been married for a year now but that prevented me from knowing her perfectly, I could read her like an open book and sometimes better, so I was in the best position to say that she obviously hides something which hurt quite badly since we had promised to always tell each other the truth and this no matter the circumstances.

I was trying not to think about it too much, she would tell me when she was ready, which I was hoping to be soon. Sunday had passed which meant another week of waking up early to train for a club that unfortunately I couldn't leave during the last transfer window, not that we were missing Vime, on the contrary I was waiting for the Looking forward to the next transfer window, I could go to any other club, so I was not at Chelsea.

I had already finished getting ready while she showered the connection she was going to stay for quite a while I was about to leave when I heard a family ringtone it was hers I'm watching his phone on the bed, the sound of running water was still heard which meant she hadn't heard it I decide to watch he was just calling out of curiosity "Mase💙🏴󐁧󐁢󐁥󐁮 󐁧󐁿" I was in a good enough position to know that it was my sounds of Mao you, I mean, there are not a million people who we know in the name start like this and who have English in more than that it didn't bother me that my wife is the number of one of my closest friends what bothered me was more about the heart next to it he didn't know each other enough for nicknames and calls as soon as awakening. While I was deep in thought another noise was heard, this time it was a notification.

- I won't go to training today, when he comes out call me to talk about everything-

I felt my blood boil at the thought going through my head, it couldn't be true, he would never do that to me? I couldn't think straight anymore, it was as if time had stopped at this improbable thought, so much so that I hadn't noticed that the sound of the water had stopped and the door to the room bathroom was open.

《 are you still there?》 Another day hearing his voice would have calmed me down but now it only made me even angrier than I already am.

《 what is that?》 I asked adding the phone in front of his eyes.

《My...My phone, why do you have it anyway?》

《 don't play innocent with me! How long has this been going on huh?》 I definitely had more patience, I just wanted to get this thing over with ASAP.

《What are you talking about?》 Ask such, she's nervous it was obvious, which only confirmed my theory.

《 of all the people in the world, I never imagined that it would be you who would disappoint me the most, I really thought that you loved me, but you went to cheat on me with another, and not just any person, but with my best friend.》 After saying that I leave the house slamming the door.

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All for this time, I will start writing part 2 soon. patience.

thank you for reading and see you soon for a new chapter.

Kisses 😊

#football player #imagine #football #football love #football one shot #hakim ziyech #hakim ziyech imagine #hakim ziyech × you #équipe maroc #mason mount #jealousy #hakim ziyech angst

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hi :D ty for doing spooky requests.

can i request something like: witch!reader x jungkook.

reader is very obsesses with jungkook.

but jungkook is s1 else’s boyfriend. and that s1 is s1 reader wouldn’t want to mess with. (you can ignore this btw)

but still reader couldn’t let go of her little crush on jk. (she would if she could). so reader decided to just admire/watching him from afar silently instead.

and everyday reader would sitting on the tallest branch of tree and watching jungkook doing his works silently. example: shirtless!jungkook chopping off woods. 😏 (they’re living in the wood)

you can decide the ending for them.

i hope u have a good day! 🫶

I’m gonna do it as a list cuzzzz why not. also I wasn’t sure which route to take so I just did a little fluff???? it COULDVE been more yandere but listen 😭 it just ended up being fluff

little witch | jeon jungkook drabble

okay but think about small village in the woods au where Jungkook is like the town’s golden child. he’s nice, good looking, helpful… the list literally goes on

it’s no surprise that you fell for him early on, since you were a child. he was just so sweet and his smile was gorgeous and his voice so melodic. everyone had a crush on him but you definitely took it too far. it wasn’t your fault that he was so unapproachable that you had to admire from afar.

sure, he was always nice when he’d see you somewhere in the small farmer’s market filling your woven baskets with goods. he always said hello when the two of you would find yourselves walking in the same direction

he’s only unapproachable because of her. Her who has been Jungkook’s closest friend for a long time, always trailing after him, always latching on his arm. probably the one started the rumors that they would wed.

still, you couldn’t stop your little crush on him. you just had to keep your distance considering she had no problem confronting anybody who got too close to him. like today; you’ve managed to keep good distance from him. you haven’t seen her but maybe that’s bc you’ve been hiding in a tree

your spying tactics have def escalated lately, more bizarre since you’ve been avoiding seeing him in the market. and the look today was amazing. a shirtless Jungkook cutting lumber in what he could call his backyard. in reality it was just a neck in the woods only a few yards away from his cabin and yours too

you had only been watching him for thirty minutes but you swear you’re not a creep. you were doing a little sketch and it just so happened to be about him. you had just finished adding shade to his backside when you heard her voice.

“Jungkookie! Why don’t you take a break? I’ve just picked some fresh strawberries.”

well that just ruined your day. if she catches you up here she’ll just tease you about something and embarras you

crazy enough, this was not the first time you’ve hidden somewhere to watch him. sometimes you’d be around a corner in the market watching him take lumber to some of the elders who couldn’t cut any. sometimes he’d offer bread to a stray child or show them magic tricks like a coin behind the ear

unlike you he was praised for everything he did. you were merely called a witch even tho you didn’t think you were. nobody trusted you or wanted to be around you so you didn’t have friends. the only nice one had been Jungkook

handsome and kind and unavailable jungkook who knocked on your cabin one stormy night much to your dismay. he was drenched in rain clutching something under his wool

“Y/n, sorry to disturb you I know it’s late but I need your help”

you hadn’t even known what to say, he had never come to you door, you had no clue he knew you lived next to him

you didn’t say anything caught completely off guard. even in rain he looked good, still kind and pretty smile. you moved to the side letting him in and suddenly all the hanging herbs and spices in jars seemed ridiculous. the black cat sleeping on a book and the cauldron tucked away in the fireplace seemed bizarre.

he was nervous too mostly bc you were so quiet. “so… i heard you can help with injuries? i accidentally hurt myself earlier and—“ he lifted his shirt, a gash down his torso not deep but long

you bit your lip, well this was an excuse to stare. but still. you had a feeling any second she would barge in here and tell him you’re a freak. you left him for a second going to the kitchen opening up a jar. his nose scrunched at the smell but he tried not to say anything

“w-whats that?” he couldn’t help but ask when you crushed some dried berries and mixed it with what was in the jar. it was a dark green color, “swamp mud, helps with scratches”

“s-swamp mud?” he asked before wincing arrival the first cold touch of the paste. his muscles tensed like the skin around the cut was burning but you told him to leave it on for a few more minutes

he’s always known you. a sweet and shy person who kept to themselves and often times he found himself wanting to greet you. just let you know that you could always talk to him but you never do.

of course she always tries to tell him you’re a witch and a freak but he doesn’t believe it to bad. if she knew he came tonight she’d be missed but it was his decision. he knew if anyone could do something about the gash it was you, a healer

he watched you back away from him, tucking yourself into the window seat as the rain hit the windows harshly. the black cat coming by to curl around his foot while he felt embarrassing bare in front of you. you just seemed so innocent and gentle, he felt bad for the way the town treated you.

“what’s her name?” he asked about the cat. “salem and they go by he”

he smiled a little, the cat goes by he. before he could ask another question you were leaving to the kitchen again. a bucket of water and a rag in your hands as you pulled a stool in front of him

at this proximity he was able to get a good look at you. he hadn’t known minutes passed instead of seconds. he sees you sometimes in the market but you always keep your distance. usually he’s the one who has to stop with a hello and even then you don’t always talk. whenever he’s with her you don’t even look his way but in truth nobody does. why? he’s not sure but every now and then when he catches you in the woods smiling down at a bunny or bird it makes him smile. she always tries to tell him you’re a freak and stalker but he doesn’t believe that.

“does it hurt?” “huh?” “the cut” “oh, uh a little?”

actually not at all but he didn’t think when he responded. “alright, we’ll give it another minute or two.” he nodded wondering why he said it still hurt but he pushed the thought aside. instead he thought about your soft scent of rosemary and elderberry. up close he can tell you’re very pretty. well, he always thought you were pretty but right now it was different. he used to think you were cute with the shy smiles and soft voice but up close he can tell you’re just naturally pretty

she always tell him you’re obsessed with him. that you’re a freak who watches him in the woods. you’re just a loser with no friends. but he never listens, he has seen you in the woods before sketching in some book but he thinks it’s sweet. anytime he’d be cutting lumber and he’d catch you up on some tree branch sketching away he wouldn’t say anything. he didn’t want to scare you away but he always wondered what it is you sketched

after some time you didn’t ask him again if it hurt but if you would have he would’ve lied again. instead you dipped the rag into the warm water and began to wash away the dried paste. he prepared himself for the pain but there was none so instead he watched you

“there.” “what?” “it’s healed.” “oh” why was he disappointed? you left him to go back to the kitchen and as he looked down the gash had turned into scarred tissue but healed. you came back out with a little jar of the paste, “put this on before bed and soon the scar will fade.”

you sent him on his way before he could even say thank you and he was back in the rain with a jar in hand

the next time you saw him it was in the woods again. you were down by the swamp collecting more mud, unaware of Jungkook passing by with her. he stopped the second he found you crouched down on the floor, the end of your dressed costed in dirt and grass. she pulled in his arm, “let’s go to the market for some bread. hurry before y/n sees u—“

“y/n!” he left her there cutting through the meadow to the thicker marsh side. you looked up seeing him there before looking behind him where she stood glaring. immediately you got up turning to leave before she confronted you about Jungkook talking to you

he visibly frowned watching you walk away. “Jungkook just leave the witch alone. she’s a fre—Jungkook!” and he’s running after you calling your name but he couldn’t find you anymore. hw turned to her, “don’t talk about y/n like that anymore. she is sweet and kind”

you stayed in your cabin for a couple days. just enough time for Jungkook and her to stop looking for you. the other day by the swamp he probably told her how you helped him and was ready to chew you out for it. so you avoided them both. you haven’t even gone to watch him cut lumber but it was for the better. your obsession with him would turn into something more and you can’t dream about something you can’t have.

Jungkook knew your shy nature though and even if he didn’t see you out of the cabin in a couple days he had a feeling it had something to do with his friend. you must’ve heard her call you mean names and it scared you of. he didn’t want to scare you off. he wanted the opposite actually. so what did he do? he went out into the meadow where he could pick some herbs out for you. he had a feeling you weren’t into flowers or sweets so maybe he could try and coax you with things he knows you’ll like

so what happened? little jars of spices, rosemary, thyme, lavender, even that healing swamp mud, all packed nicely for you. set in front of your door everyday with the little notes here and there

it was ironic actually. you used to watch and obsess over him and now he’s the one watching and obsessing over you. making sure to be as loud and obvious as possible when he passed by your cabin or in the market he’d follow after you. he’d cut more lumber than necessary as an excuse to drop it off at people’s doorsteps, making sure to knock when he got to yours. the kind little witch who used to obsess over him was now his own growing obsession.

#kpop #jeon jungkook #kooktrash requests #soooky season #bts #jungkook request #jungkook drabble #jungkook fluff

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marssmellow · 8 months

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September 7th, 2023 — 22/100 days of productivity

Today I did my very last exam of my bachelor's degree, which means that I can finally carve myself out some time to update this challenge. I had the best of days, if we don't count the problems I had with trains. My exam went super well, I got the full mark eith honours and I am so so happy and grateful. Afterwards, I got myself a little gift and bought this book about Oscar Wilde. Oh, how I love Oscar Wilde.

I also spent the lunch break with my friend @elissglitter and she bought me boba (love u, sweetie 😘). It was. so. damn. good.

I think I will take the rest of the week to Rest and Reset™ because my life has been in shambles the last couple of weeks. Thanks, exam season. Btw, I think I'll go and finish watching Wilde now.

I decided to tag all of my posts for the 100dop challenge with the tag #mars 100 dop, so you'll find all of them there!

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1shadowhole · 11 months

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Pictures of Colin Morgan in Dead Shot that remind me of Merlin from Following the Beast

Ever since the trailer came out I felt like Colin in this film looks exactly like I imagined Merlin to be in Footloose's Following the Beast, so here's a list of screenshots to prove my point. Long post ahead get ready everyone.

These just give the general vibe:

But also: Alcohol in a cluttered flat:

The very first scene - nay! SENTENCE! Merlin getting strangled after being knocked off his feet (by a tentacle, not a shoe, still counts):

Then later on, when he's about to pass out in the middle of a cross-walk (Lovely spot, btw):

Going to the pub with Mordred following him:

Merlin getting into the cab to take Arthur home:

And, of course, the ✨✨flick✨✨

"What flick?" you may ask, "What are you talking about!? WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUS-" Those are all good questions. THIS flick, of course:

"A flick of the collar stopped the drizzling rain from dripping down the back of his neck"

(If i knew how to make gifs I'd show you that this is in fact, a flick, but you'll have to trust me on this one: he just flicked up the collar.)

Merlin in the warehouse at Mary's shop:

Being a nameless pervy blighter at Arthur's School (thank you, Tommy):

(The kids would be older, the bars would be higher, and the older kids would also, coincidentally, be higher, but it still works)

Confronting Kilgarrah:

Confronting George, and being shocked that this guy doesn't giveth a fucketh about Merlin's orders:

Merlin being told by Mordred that he is in love (there was a moment where he looked more shocked here, but I couldn't get the right frame):

The next part of that scene, where Merlin gets up after his magic finished healing him and tells Mordred about the trackers he placed (oh look, Mordred is even the same guy as before):

Getting in the car with Arthur's friends, Nephilim, allies, men to go save his ass:

Mordred getting Merlin home after he drank himself stupid (Imagine him a bit more unstable... also look!! Same guy once again!)

On the ground during his fight with Morgause:

Ok so picture him naked and with water all over the floor and this is him after the bath exploded after seeing the future:

Ritual preparations:

In the courtyard, during Uther's speech, looking for who is going to try to kill Arthur in the crowd: (he should be better dressed at this point I think but i don't care just- stick with me here)

How I imagine him to look like after he found Arthur after having killed Morgause and Arthur confronted Morgana alone:

Merlin walking towards Nimueh's house to rescue Leon (just imagine it's raining):

Merlin watching Arthur coming out of Nimueh's home covered in blood and gore, having the only rational reaction in that situation which is, obviously, falling harder and finding the whole thing quite attractive, actually:

Sadly, there is no kiss between Arthur and Merlin given the fact that Bradley wasn't in the film and this is not, in fact, the Following the Beast movie, even though I might have convinced you with these photos and captions. I am sure that someone who has read it had some influence on the look, I swear to God. Btw this is completely how I picture the fic to look like, so maybe I am 100% off and this was all useless.

Also, this dude right here IS Kilgarrah. I swear, they play the same role! If you'll watch the movie you'll know what I mean. And Colin kills him towards the end, which is sorta kinda what happens in the fic... but not really, but TBF it is sort of hinted that Merlin will make the lizard pay for all the bullshit, so really that's the same.

So, I hope I have proved my point today, and also showed once again how unhinged I am about this fic. (or any of footloose's stories, but that's not what this post is about) It's unhealthy.

This post took a while, and it's for the very small demographic of people who happened to watch the film and also read Following the Beast, so some would say that it's a "waste of time" and "you should be studying" and "don't you have four exams in like 5 weeks?", but I would call them haters. So yeah

also, I found this review of the movie:

Really? IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER? Are you kidding me? I know this guy is mentioning a completely different movie, but I'm losing my mind That's all I had to say, so byyyyeee to all of the maybe 2 people who read through all of this.

#i speak #merlin #merthur #merlin fanfiction #bbc merthur #merlin fandom #following the beast #dead shot #colin morgan #colin morgan reference #colin morgan photos #bbc merlin #arthur #arthur pendragon #merlin x arthur #merlin fanfic #merthur fanfic #fanfiction

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idyllic-ghost · 10 months

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hello my beeloved a certified love of my life (real) i'm finally here for my vernon request after going through the emotion trenches (don't worry about it)

can i have a fluffy blurb of soulmate!vernon with prompts 2 and 3 please?

ilysm btw never forget that ♡♡♡ you're such a wonderful writer and person and i'm so happy to know and be friends with you ♡♡♡♡♡

- @aceofvernons

a/n: ilysm xannnnnn !!!!!!!!!!! i hope you enjoy this very very much !!

title: a promise between soulmates

prompts: 2. "I had a dream about you." 3. "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression."

pairing: vernon x reader

warnings: none

word count: 0.5k

Requests are closed

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ───

"Listen," Vernon said suddenly, awakening you from staring blankly into nothing.

Before you could process, he put his headphones over your ears and pressed play on his computer. You watched the screen, watching the the lines indicating the volume go up and down, while you listened to the first draft of a song which he had just finished.

"It's good," you murmured and took off the headphones.

"... that's it?" he asked. "Are you okay?"

You knew he'd be suspicious if that was your only reply, you always had something to say about his new tracks, but you couldn't bring yourself to think of something.

"Just tired... I didn't really sleep last night," you admitted. "Weird dreams."

Dreams of him. You never thought it would happen to you, but you finally had your soulmate dream. A once in a lifetime experience; if you were lucky, you'd get a dream of your soulmate. The person created for you, your other half. Not everyone got one, it was suspected that only one of the soulmates would get the dream - but no one really knew.

"Soulmate dreams?" Vernon joked but stopped laughing when you got quiet. "Wait, seriously?"

You stayed quiet, looking at his screen. Vernon didn't push for an answer, he knew better than that, and instead put his headphones back on. He continued working. His small studio suddenly felt like a vacuum chamber - the air around you left you stranded. You tugged his shirt, bringing his attention back to you. He took off his headphones. When you looked him in the eyes you realized you might have to tell him what could ruin your friendship forever. The dream was of him, yes, and it was a soulmate dream - you could feel it. However, just because you dreamed it didn't mean that he would accept it. What if he didn't want you as his soulmate?

"I had a dream... about you," you whispered.

His eyebrows shot up to his hairline, and his eyes widened. You could see him process it as his lips pursed together and he nodded. For each breath either of you took, your heart sank a little in your chest. As you pulled away your hand, Vernon grabbed it. The small act of affection quieted the running thoughts in your head.

"That's okay with me," he said, "I'm sorry if I gave you the wrong impression. I think being your soulmate would be pretty cool."

He gave you a soft smile and squeezed your hand. The two of you chuckled at his wording. He left you feeling less tense than you were when you first met up with him today. You intertwined his fingers with yours, and leaned over both his and your armrest to put your head on his shoulder.

"I don't know what this means," you said softly, "But we'll figure it out, right?"

"We'll figure it out."

You nodded, feeling very content with your sudden confession. He had always just been a friend to you. Someone you could talk to and someone who made you feel understood. You could've never imagine a relationship with him. Soulmates didn't mean romantically involved, of course, but it was a nice thought to play around with. Either way, you knew you'd be there for each other - and you'd help each other in any way you could. The idea of soulmates was a promise of being with you no matter what, and that was enough for now.

"Can I listen to that again?"

#bee's 2k celebration #vernon #seventeen #fluff #bee buzzed εїз✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*#requests are closed

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colorful-horses · 2 years

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I've only got 4 episodes left in season 4 of ML, and I'm feeling like this show is going through a bit of an identity crisis. It started as a simple monster-of-the-week superhero show with small hints at plot here and there, but now in season 4 it really feels like they're trying to focus a LOT more on the plot aspects and it's kind of collapsing in on itself lol

I understand it's not uncommon for modern cartoons to start with a simple premise and then start building up a plot later on, but with Ladybug, it feels like they want to have a big story but aren't willing to break away from the base formula of the show. Which is kind of an issue, because the base formula includes having a character press the "revert everything to the status quo" button; aka, if anything of consequence happens, it doesn't actually matter because it'll always be fixed/reversed by the end of the episode. There's essentially little to no plot development , because the forumla literally does not allow for it.

Ladybug doesnt need to have a huge overarching storyline (I honestly enjoyed it more when they weren't so focused on the plot), but it just feels kinda lame for them to dangle all of these different plot threads in front of the audience only to immediately say "just kidding!" and then pretend they never happened. It can come off as very fanfiction-y at times (Oblivio and Chat Blanc come to mind), and they've done the identity reveal fakeout so many times now that when it actually happens, I'm not sure I'm gonna have much of a reaction other than "finally lol". Their lack of dedication to letting anything change in the status quo is SUPER obvious with Chloe.

Chloe has a full redemption arc set up in seasons 2&3 (making her sympathetic, giving her a sad backstory that explains why she is the way she is, making her have moments of lucidation where she admits she's a bad person), only to have her turn evil in the season 3 finale because... she's the mean girl. I'm not even saying Chloe HAD to be redeemed; the idea of having an antagonist try to redeem themselves, only for them to fall even farther, is super enticing to me! The problem is, the show very clearly set up a normal redemption story, and then just changed its mind last second because "she's the Mean one". It's really jarring!

Its like the show has all of these ideas for dramatic storylines, but instead of picking one plotline and focusing on that, they just decided to do all of them and have none of them matter lol

#rabbit miraculous is bullshit btw. whats the point of the snake if the bunny is infinitely better #do not send spoilers about the end of season 4 pls btw. im finishing it later today #im hoping itll make me eat my words about the lack of anything happening in the plot #WHICH B T W. im not saying NOTHING has happened in the plot #when mari told alya that she was ladybug? s tier scene. when they did that at the END of the episode and i realized it was permanent #i was like #miraculous ladybug #sorry for the long post lol. season 4 has been very weird #im almost done mieaculous posting and then we can go back to our regularly scheduled pony programming uwu #not art #i just really need to clarify that im not expecting like. super deep dark storylines from this show #but the show is really suffering from its lack of dedication to ANY of its ideas and its really weird to watch #idk anything about supposed drama around the creator of the show or whatever. im just forming my opinions on the show itself #if youve read this far: i am gonna kiss you on the lips. mwah #didnt meant to post a full essay on this show for 9 year olds but here we are #despite everything ive said here i still really enjoy the show lol. its good junkfood #ill still give the show like a 6 or 7/10 lol i dont care. i enjoy it a lot #:0!!!#every dramtic episode of the show is pretty much always reversed via time travel. theyre just making their own aus lol

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Yet Another Comparison Of ‘90-’99 And ‘14-’23 Anime Girls

Used in-episode screenshots and semi-neutral expressions to keep some semblance of consistency for accurate comparisons, and only used tv anime so no golden boys or makoto shinkais

Feel free to comment on this post or add to it- I know I had a lot more children's anime in the 90s than in the 10ishs but there were also a lot less shows back then

List of series and thoughts under the cut

90-99

knights of ramune \ nadia

goldfish warning\ future gpx

dog of flanders\yyh

akazukin chacha\slam dunk

tenchi universe/ eva

escaflone/ those who hunt elves

kero kero chime/utena

akihabara/ devilman lady

tenshi ni narumon/gto

14-23

yuki yuna/garo

rakudai kini no cavalry/ nisekoi

kuma miko/ maisou gakuen

urara meirochou/tsugumomo

a place further than our universe/ happy sugar life

endro/carole and tuesday

bna/ interspecies reviewers

drugstore in another world/blue period

lyrocois recoil/birdy wing

revolution magical world yuri/ ice guy and cool colleague

I tried to keep it younger characters/older characters for the 90s and that was not an option for the recent anime series because

There are way too many damn anime nowadays.

I tried to just get a general assortment of different character designers for both but feel free to tell me what a bad job I did for the modern stuff. Pretty sure I don’t have any dupes for the 90s ladies

personally the issue with modern anime is less ‘uwu moe moe kyun isekai harem bullshit’ and more ‘heres a single cour cheaply made no ending adaptaion of a manga or light novel why don’t you go check those out’ big budget ads of which there are too many

i’d like to run the numbers to see if the percentage of original anime has gone down or if the original works are just being flooded out by the sea of overworked nothings that are being constantly rushed out the door

yes obviously not all original works are good (or finish well rip wep) and there are good adaptations but when people think anime once they're past shounen jump series 1-500 the biggest names are original works and sure you might end up with an fma or ouran but your bebops your evas your utenas are originals. or media mixes which are weird collabs we could get into but let’s not today

i won’t disagree that there’s too many anime nowadays targeting lolicons (yeah yeah any anime for them is too much but we’re talking about comparing eras not judging content here) but I /think/ 80s and 90s relegated that type of stuff to OVAs generally. Don’t have the data to back that up but between ovas nowadays being only just for porn and the lemony history of ovas since the 80s.... there were just More ovas back when as well

doing a loose count on mal of all ovas from 90-99 1050 to about 750 total for 14-23. given the tv ratio for 95-19 being around 1:6

yes yes these numbers are fast and loose and theres chinese animation in there and we can get finicky about What Is Anime but this was a conversation about what era of anime stylization is better

it’s the late 90s btw

but that’s a personal preference of course because art is subjective blah blah blah 90s character driven comedy fantasy/scifi ova are peak

PER SON A LLY

did I have more thoughts?

probably

i started this over two hours ago make less anime

Make less anime and put more effort into what you do make

less anime. more episodes. more pay. more breaks. take longer. more original stuff

stop remaking shittttttt. you already wasted time and money and effort on a mid anime adaptation of a manga. don’t do it againnnnnn

anyway watch kero kero chime

appended thoughts the next morning less on art style and more on volume

as of mid 2023 for completed series we are at halfway of all anime having been made after ~2011 this adds up to a reddit post I found with some very nice data https://www.reddit.com/r/anime/comments/lvvexe/chart_of_number_of_anime_per_year_over_time/ 40 was a nice number of series a year about 10 a season starting and older ones continuing. 200+ is.

yes numbers are iffy with second seasons listed as different series like sailor moon r s supers stars and mha 2 3 4 5 6 ect so for accurate numbers a human touch would be needed there is semi-finite air time to work with- obviously some companies could make new tv and satellite stations just to house their garbage but i think there is a cap somewhere in sight if anyone did crunch the numbers more accurately, total episode count is necessary. one 80s robot show of 60-80 epis is equal to 4-6 modern single cour isekais

make less anime

#anime #90s anime #10s anime #20s anime #modern anime #moe anime #classic anime #long post #comparison #i have issues with those 90s vs modern anime posts. obviously #we all know what sailor moon and faye look like i don't want to hear any bitching watch more shows

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nexfarious · 1 year

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after todays chaper(which is so good btw i love the little awkward romantic bits throughout your fic🤍 ur an amazing writer),, I wanna take shuichi to an arcade and win him a bunch of stuffed animals n prizes and spoil him DHJZBSK esp if it's his first time at an arcade (this is maybe a request 👀 if it's not too much trouble)

-💞anon

ARCADE DATE — SHUICHI SAIHARA

pairing — shuichi saihara/gn!reader

content — no killing game au, established relationship, food/eating mention, reader gives shuichi pet names (shu/shulock)

notes — heart anon!! hope you’re doing okay!! thanks for reading the chapter, took me a little while but i hope you like it <3 who doesn’t want to spoil shuichi, really?

i’m sorry this took so long, i rewrote it like three different times because i wasn’t happy with it :(

Your phone buzzes with a text from Shuichi as you sit outside the arcade, watching the neon lights blink in and out of existence.

Shulock <3

I’m really sorry, but I think I’ll be late.

It’s not that I don’t want to go, please don’t think that! I just got held up at the firm with a case.

You

it’s fine, i’ll get us something to drink. milkshake for me, coffee for you?

Shulock <3

That sounds nice. Thank you.

You almost laugh at the formality of his texting. Despite everything, it was a habit he’d never gotten out of — you could urge him away from all-nighters crammed with paperwork with the promise of affection, but you couldn’t convince him to stop using capital letters.

Sliding off the little perch you’d found tucked between the walls of the bustling streets, you head inside the arcade. The woman at the till takes your order for a strawberry milkshake and a black coffee, handing them to you as soon as her coworker finishes making them; there’s even a cute curly straw in the plastic confines of your milkshake.

After you add a lid to the coffee cup, you stroll off to an unoccupied table and shoot off a quick text telling Shuichi that you’ll be waiting inside. It doesn’t take too long for him to arrive, but you pass the time by watching a gaggle of kids gathered around a rhythm game, cheering their friend on.

Catching a glint of dark blue hair, you wave Shuichi over as he awkwardly hovers, undoubtedly looking around for you. He’s dressed casually, rocking a grey hoodie.

You hand him the coffee as he approaches. “You look tired. Everything okay at the firm?”

“A-Ah, yeah, it’s alright,” he takes a swig, careful not to burn himself. “Just another infidelity case that needs to be handled. It’s mostly boring stuff, like paperwork.”

“You don’t need to worry about all that stuff while we’re here, though. No cases, so don’t even think about it,” you chide lightly, finishing the last of your milkshake and binning it.

He nods and inspects the perimeter of the arcade, looking slightly overwhelmed by the maze of colourful machines and games. “Well… I was wondering if you’d show me around.”

“Sure, sure.”

When he finishes the last of his coffee, you take Shuichi’s hand and lead him towards a line of claw machines. He clings to your interlocked hands like a koala, trusting your judgement. With a light push, he’s placed in front of the controls.

“This,” you gesture to the prizes at the bottom, miniature stuffed animals with button eyes, “is one of the cooler machines. You direct the crane at the top with the joystick and try to get the prizes inside. It’s about precision.”

You insert the money, watching Shuichi laser focus on a tiny stuffed penguin. He gets the hang of the controls pretty quickly and you watch him struggle to grasp the poor animal between the metal jaws of the crane. By the sixth or seventh attempt, he frowns, unsuccessfully watching the empty claws return back to the original position.

Shuichi gives you a resigned look, “I, uh, don’t think I’m very good at this…”

“That’s okay!” you’re quick to reassure him, “first time for everything. Let me have a go. You wanted that penguin, right?”

Ignoring his protest of you really don’t have to!, you insert another coin in the hopes of living up to your own expectations of getting that penguin. It takes you a few tries as it slips out of your grasp multiple times and you even outwardly curse the machine, but that slippery penguin ends up caught on your hook, falling into the grey depths.

You retrieve the plushie with a gentle hand, holding it out to the detective. “Here you go. For a hardworking boyfriend.”

“Y/N…” he covers his face, hiding his lovesick red blush, though you can see the nervous smile peeking underneath. “Th-Thank you.”

“You’re more than welcome, Shu.”

You move his hand away to sneak a kiss on his cheek while no one’s looking, laughing gently when he shuts down from the sudden burst of affection. He needs a moment to recover, you realise, backing away to let him reclaim his personal space.

After Shuichi regains his bodily functions, you lead him over to the air hockey table and challenge him to a game. A vivid line of glowing plastic splits the table down the middle and you take up the purple side, explaining the rules as you insert the money and the air powers up.

He figures this one out pretty quickly and you’re soon outmatched — though you had an early lead by taking advantage of Shuichi’s lack of knowledge on the game, he quickly accesses the weak spots in your defence and exploits them, bouncing the puck off the walls and confusing your peripheral vision.

You’re more enamoured by his expression. Though his face is pinched in concentration and his eyes are darting back and forth between your side of the table and his own, he seems to have completely forgotten about the presence of anyone else. Wearing a fiery determination that you’d only seen after becoming particularly passionate about a case, you’re unable to focus on the game.

Eventually, Shuichi hits it into your goal once more and no puck returns, the icy display lights up and leaves you with a flustered expression and a crushing loss of five to three.

You’ve never been so happy to lose.

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