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sugarwarachan · 2 months ago

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hot for teacher

chapter three previous

pairing: shouta aizawa x f!reader

synopsis: You’re not expecting your day to fall to pieces at 8:21 a.m., but life hasn’t really been going your way lately. A string of lackluster dates, followed by two dead vibrators (with missing cords!), and the only outlet left for your mounting sexual frustration—the smut blog you diligently update—has been discovered by the one person you never wanted to find it: fellow teacher Shouta Aizawa. Who might just be the inspiration behind most of the fantasies you post about.

chapter cws: just enough plot to keep the porn coming, hizashi and rumi being super obvious in their meddling, Shouta ‘talks you through it’ Aizawa, more dirty talk than is perhaps necessary, the filthiest fingering scene i've ever written, soft degradation, ("good little whore" 🤭) d/s elements but never explicitly stated

word count: 3k

andy's notes: AHHHHHH i know this is late thank you all for waiting so patiently!! AIZAWA IS DOWN SO BAD I AM GOING INSANE

Rays of sunlight dance across Shouta’s face as his alarm clock blares. Scrubbing a hand over one eye, he hits the clock and rolls over, burying his face into the pillow.

Holy fuck.

He’s imagined you before. Knew you would look gorgeous spread out for him on any surface, but the reality of watching you cum, your mouth hanging open in that soft o, brow furrowed tight... He rolls his hips into the mattress in memory. Jesus Christ. If he’s not careful, he’ll have to rub one out before he can even start the day.

Shouta grabs his phone in an attempt to distract himself and immediately regrets it when he sees the text notification on the screen.

Hiz(ass)hi: signed us up for something!!!

He groans and presses call. It’s always better to find out exactly what his best friend's up to as soon as possible.

“What did you do?” he asks as soon as he picks up.

Hizashi doesn’t miss a beat. “Check your email yet?”

“I appreciate what little work-life balance I have.”

“Well," Hizashi coughs, "then you might not entirely love the surprise I’ve got in store for you, but it involves a certain you-know-whoooooo.”

“Fucking hell.” Shouta swings out of bed and passes a hand through his hair, nerves shooting through his stomach. “I’m serious, did you do something weird?”

He logs into his email, half-listening to Hizashi's explanation that he volunteered them both as chaperones for the upcoming debate team competition and texted you straight after.

“Perfect opportunity to spend some more time together,” Hizashi sing-songs, just as Shouta clocks your 7:35 a.m. reply.

Count me in!

An image of you tucked into his side erupts in his head, hair tousled from sleep and sex, tired smile on your face.

“You good, man?” Hizashi asks when Shouta lets the line stay silent.

Hasn’t he been wanting this exactly? A chance to get to know you more?

Shouta heaves a long-suffering sigh. “Yeah, I’m good. Just really wish you’d sat next to someone else in high school.”

“Yeah, yeah. Be sure to include me in your wedding vows.”

Shouta huffs a laugh and clicks off the phone.

He doesn’t know much about the debate team, except that he can hear Bakugou and Midoriya arguing from clear down the hall. Toshinori acts as the team’s usual advisor, but he’s been in and out of the hospital lately.

He imagines the last thing that man needs is accompanying a rowdy group of teenagers on an overnight trip.

He scans the remaining names. Todoroki, Jiro, and Yaoyorozu should behave themselves, at least.

Shouta: How many of us are going?

Hiz(ass)hi: 4. You, me, Rumi, and Y/N. See you tomorrow, sucker!

Shouta isn’t good in relationships.

That’s what he’s always told himself, but it’s not entirely true. He’s simply more deliberate, more exacting in what he wants than the typical person. He sees no point in dating frivolously.

Which is probably why he spent so much time deciding how to approach you.

When Hizashi came to him with his suspicions about your blog, Shouta gave himself an ultimatum.

One story. One glimpse into your head.

It wouldn’t be fair to you to form an opinion based on words alone; words he hasn’t yet confirmed aren’t simply fantasy. But the minute he reads the story, it unlocks a hunger in him that can’t be smothered.

He knows in his bones that it’s you. The intonation, the cadence; he can hear the way you talk to Rumi, the way you speak to the students.

And you’re fantasizing about someone taking care of you and fucking you stupid in ways he’s only considered in his head.

He never stood a chance.

It is a truth universally acknowledged that a last-minute, hastily-put-together trip will result in at least one disaster.

The minibus slowly rolling to a stop along a country road is precisely such an event.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” Shouta murmurs under his breath, resisting the urge to bang his hands in frustration on the steering wheel.

You peek over his shoulder.

“Did we seriously run out of gas?”

He barely hears you; you smell like jasmine and vanilla, and if he’s not careful, he’ll turn around and haul you into his lap in front of everyone on this bus.

Rumi laughs uproariously, rousing the students from their slumber. Jiro glares at her. “You had one job, Yamada, and you couldn’t manage filling up the tank?”

“It was full when we left, wasn’t it?” he shouts back at her.

Shouto, ever-dependable, is already typing into his phone. “There’s an inn up the road.”

Midoriya folds his body over the seat to get a look at the screen. “Oh! Do you think it’s close enough to this one temple I’ve been reading about?”

“Oi!” Bakugou barks, sweatshirt laid across his face. “Could we prioritize where to sleep and not whatever nerdy-ass thing you want to do?”

“Enough!” Aizawa bites out. “Watch your mouth, Bakugou, you’re still representing the school out here. All of you, go with Yamada and Usagiyama and book us rooms for the night. Y/N and I will stay here with the luggage.”

He ignores Hizashi’s smirk over your head.

“Some luck we have,” you say, digging a toe into the dirt as the two of you watch the group disappear into the fading light. “Do you imagine they’ll have enough rooms?”

For the sake of his sanity, they fucking will.

But as Shouta looks down the road at Hizashi’s retreating form, he knows for a fact that he sent the wrong pair of people ahead to deal with room arrangements.

Hizashi and Rumi return in a borrowed car and a slapped-together reason for the teachers sleeping co-ed that nearly makes him want to punch Yamada in the head.

“You want to catch up on One Piece together,” is all you say, an eyebrow raised in disbelief.

As you and Shouta pile into the back of the car, you nudge him with a shoulder. “Glad to know they’re both as subtle as a brick to the face.”

He nudges you back, not caring that he’s being just as subtle as his two conniving friends.

The backseat is small, and he’s by no means a small man. Even without the bumps in the road that keep jostling you close to him, you’re already practically in his lap. Excited anticipation sets loose in his belly.

It’s been forever since he’s felt like this. Perhaps never, if he’s being honest. And by the time everyone is settled in for the night, he’s desperate to be alone with you.

“I hope you're clear that I’m not mad about this,” you say as soon as he shuts the door and faces the reality that it’s going to be very difficult fucking you in a way that doesn’t wake up the entire inn.

He takes in your face and smiles. “Not mad about this, either.”

“Should we talk about, like, ground rules?”

He likes how direct you are, but he also knows that a part of you is asking to stall.

“I’m no expert, but the color system works for me if it works for you.”

You nod, foot tapping an anxious rhythm into the carpet.

“Nothing has to happen. You know that, right?”

“Yeah, I know.” You smile softly, but there’s heat curling in the back of your eyes. “But I wanna feel what I felt the other night again. With you.”

He breathes out through his nose, and you grin like the little cocktease you are.

Seriously, can he soundproof these rooms?

“You didn’t happen to bring that pleated skirt of yours, did you?"

Your laugh is like honey. “I did happen to bring it. Should I wear it?”

“Please.”

“Got it, sir.”

The memory of your preferred words when you’ve acted out plays through his head as he suggests that you both wash up for the night.

When you come back warm and soft from the bath, hair curling slightly at your temple, you stop straight in your tracks.

Your eyes drop to his sweatpants and linger there.

“Eyes up here, sweetheart.”

“Sorry.” You smile sheepishly. “I was, umm. Noticing.”

His dick jumps.

“You are really big.” You’re suddenly in front of him, one hand on his chest, the other trailing down his belly. “You know, I think I’ve been wet since last night.”

Shouta’s not entirely sure what sound he makes.

“Yeah, baby?” He hitches your thigh up. “Been a little needy for me?”

You whimper your answer, faltering in your exploration of his happy trail as he rubs the pad of his fingers along your creamy slit. Your underwear is soaked through.

“I feel like I’m losing my mind a little. Like I can’t get enough.”

“I can tell. You’re shakin’ just from this.” He pulls your panties to the side and sucks in a breath. “Oh, sweetheart. This little cunt of yours is practically drooling.”

Ignoring your little squeak, he scoops you in his arms and carries you to the bed, folding your legs on either side of his thighs.

“Have you ever been this wet for someone else?” He doesn’t know where the question comes from, when the possession grabs hold. He cups your pussy, one hand tight on your waist.

“No, never,” you breathe out, rolling your pelvis forward into the heel of his hand, and then you frown, bottom lip jutting out in what he knows is embarrassment. “I’ve never even cum while being fingered.” You lean forward, resting your arms around his neck. “I always thought there was something wrong with me.”

Oh.

He stills. “You trust me, sweetheart?”

You nod, a mixture of eagerness and apprehension that makes his chest squeeze.

“Red for stop, yellow for slow down, green for good?”

You wave a hand. “Yes, yes, I know all that.”

He raises a brow, but decides he can address your tone later. One problem at a time.

“Lay over my lap, y/n.”

You arrange yourself accordingly, brushing your tits against his thigh as you do so. His palm twitches.

“We’re gonna have a little lesson, sweetheart.” He caresses the back of your thighs. Your breath hitches. “Spread your knees wider, there you go. Lift your ass up for me, too, can you do that?”

Before he gives you time to think, he flips the fabric of your skirt over your hips and lands a crack on your ass. You squeal, fingers tight in the bedsheets.

“oh my fuck oh my fuck, harder,” you keen, thrusting your ass back at his palm.

Shouta bites down on his lip hard just to maintain some semblance of reason.

You’re fucking made for him.

“Did you say there was something wrong with you?”

Another smack makes the meat of your ass jiggle. You muffle the sound you make in the sheets beneath you and Shouta frowns.

“Nah ah, baby.” He lifts your chin up. “Let me hear you, huh? Can already tell you like being punished.”

“But our students might hear us, Shou,” you say, squirming in his lap. The nickname steals his breath. “I don’t want to be embarrassed like that.”

“Like that?” He raises an eyebrow and laughs softly when you rebury your face into the mattress. “We'll talk about that later, huh? But you’re right. Good thinking, sweetheart.”

Even that simple amount of praise makes your eyes glaze over. He doesn’t know if you fully understand how long he’s wanted someone to place their trust in him like this

“Grab the pillow, and use that to help stay quiet,” he directs you. “No one but me will hear you this time, okay?”

“Thank you.” You twist on your forearms to smile at him. “I know we do a lot of stopping and starting. Thanks for being cool about that, too.”

He has no idea what kind of scumbags have mistreated you before, but he’s happy to erase their influence on you however he can.

“Stopping and starting is par for the course.” He motions for you to sit up. “Should have done this first anyway.”

Shouta’s never been one to wax poetic, but the moment he presses his mouth to yours, he’s a goner. Your hands tangle in his hair and tug, demanding greater access. He grants it, grinning like a fool while you lick your way into his mouth.

“Stop smiling.” You pull away with a mock huff, but you’re smiling, too, and you don’t look annoyed in the slightest. “It makes it hard to kiss you.”

“We were in the middle of something.”

Your eyes gleam. “Are you gonna spank me again?”

He pulls you to him as a chuckle rumbles out of his chest. He cradles the back of your head and caresses the slim bit of skin exposed above your skirt. “Eager?”

You sigh and press your face into his neck. “Very.”

“Take your clothes off, then, and get back on my lap. Keep the skirt on.”

Shouta flips up the fabric again, massaging the exposed skin when you wriggle. The tips of his fingers brush dangerously close to your slit, and you drop your hips to chase the sensation.

“Ass up, sweetheart.” He jiggles his leg under you. “And answer my question.”

“Yes, yes.” A spark of irritation colors your tone. “I said there was something wrong with me.”

“Still believe that?” He finally touches you, knuckles sliding through your gummy folds, savoring the way your back bows at his touch. You’re soaking and trembling from this alone. “Your thighs are wet, honey. I’m pretty sure you’ll cum around my finger the second I slip it in.”

“Oh god.” Your voice is a reedy little gasp, high with embarrassment.

He sees the mirror across from you on the wall, and an idea sparks. Rearranging you on his lap, he spreads your legs wide and grabs your chin, directing your gaze to where your cunt drools arousal all over his lap.

“There’s nothing wrong with this slutty pussy of mine, is there, baby?”

The hitch in your breath is reward enough. A slow smile spreads across his face as you shake your head.

“That’s exactly right, honey. Nothing wrong with my girl.”

He teases your hole with the tip of his fingers. You shudder in his arms, keeping your eyes locked on his in the mirror.

“You think I don’t like seeing how good I’m makin’ you feel?”

This entire time his cock has been leaking pre and throbbing against the side of his leg. There’s no rush, he knows, because watching you like this will probably have him spilling in his briefs anyway.

He slides a finger up to the knuckle, plugging you up tight. Your eyes roll back in your head when he rolls his thumb over your swollen bud.

"What’s wrong, sweetheart? That bratty tone from earlier gone already?”

He adds another finger, the hand on your waist holding you still as you keep squirming. A feral part of him knows exactly how deep his cock is going to be inside you as he presses down on your lower belly.

“Maybe you’ve never cum like this before because no one’s given you what you needed. Ever think of that, sweetheart?” His gaze scorches you in the reflection. “No one knows how much you like your cunt stuffed up tight. Little whore likes being used a bit roughly, doesn’t she?”

The sound you make is sinful, a shuddering sigh of happiness and arousal that momentarily stops his breath.

“Please, Shouta.” You’re doing your best to be quiet, but he’s not making it easy on you. You fall into a prayer of pleas as he dangles you over the edge for just a little bit longer, the litany of praise and degradation sparking such headiness in your eyes he’s half-afraid he won’t be able to stop.

“Keep your eyes on us. There’s my girl.” He ruts his dick against your ass, groaning into your neck. “Can’t wait to sink inside you, honey. Gonna remold this fucking pussy to the shape of me.”

He doesn’t even know what he’s saying at this point. He needs to see you cum, needs to feel your arousal drip all over his hands.

“Let me see it, baby, let me see how much you like being my good little whore.”

He slaps a hand over your mouth just as you shatter around him, swallowing the majority of your keening wail by pressing your face into the side of his neck.

You go boneless and soft after you cum, limp in his arms and nuzzling into his chest like you belong there.

“Gonna go clean us up,” he says, pressing a kiss to your temple. You hum in response, falling back on the mattress.

He cleans you slowly, gently, and offers you one of his t-shirts to sleep in. You pat the space next to you, and he crawls in instantly, tucking you into his side.

“I didn’t know it could feel like that.” You look up into his eyes, happiness radiating out of yours. “Thank you, Shouta.”

As your breathing slows and you fall asleep, Shouta realizes that, truthfully, he didn’t know it could feel like that, either.

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n7punk · 2 months ago

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Tumblr Backup Options: None of them do everything

Cheeky but true. I'll go through what's good and bad about each option though so you can decide which balances out for you.

Covered: native export, WordPress (kinda), TumblThree, tumblr-utils (kinda)

Native Export

If you go to "https://www.tumblr.com/settings/blog/yourblogname", at the bottom of the page is an export option

Once you hit the button to start the request, it will start processing. Feel free to log off, this is going to to take a few hours. You don't need to keep it open. ~22k posts took roughly a day for me. If you have a small number of posts and get stuck, you're probably broken.

When it's done processing, you can hit that download backup button and then wait some more as you wait for the zip file to download. Mine failed the first time after like twenty minutes, and then I had to start over. I think it took 1-2 hour(s) and I'm almost certain that was on Tumblr and not my internet. And that was the zip file! So make sure your computer can be on for a while before getting this started.

So what do you get?

A media folder, conversations folder, and posts folder

Media folder: Every single photo, gif, and video that has ever been on your blog or in your DMs. There is no context data attached (except for dm images which do say which conversation they're from at least), but they seem to be in chronological order because they seem to be titled by the post's ID (the string of numbers in the address bar after "/post/"). They look like "100868498227", "100868498228_0", "100868498228_1"

When you see something end with "_0" and up that means the photos are in the same post, so _0 represents the first image in the post, _1 represents the second, etc (at least, I think).

Conversations folder: HTML export files of every DM history you have on your blog. These are actually pretty well formatted, see example here.

Posts folder: html subfolder and posts_index.html file

posts_index.html: File listing every single post on your blog by post ID on its own line with no other context. Example of a line: "Post: 780053389730037760". The ID number will link to the post in the html folder

html subfolder: contains a submissions subfolder and stripped html file versions of every post on your blog. See below first what the post looks like on Tumblr, and second what the post looks like in the html folder

The way you seem to be intended to use this is to open the file index, select a post ID, and be jumped to where that post is saved as an html file, but I don't know why you would bother when the index doesn't provide any information about the posts inside it. The posts all have extremely minimal formatting. See a reblog chain below.

Notice I said ALL posts on your blog. Photo posts without a caption will just have a broken image icon and then the date and tags. Theoretically, it might be that if you unzip the entire export folder that allows it to automatically link to the image saved in your media folder. I have no fucking idea, unzipping the folder was estimated to take two hours so I didn't do it. Let me know if you do though so I can update this post!

The submissions folder is such a rabbithole I made a post just on it but long story short it's asks you haven't replied to

What do I see as the main reasons to opt for this option? 1) you don't want to download any programs or files from the internet just to backup your blog, 2) your blog is relatively small, so digging through the ID files isn't a big deal, 3) you mostly just want to download either the images (which will be browsable via thumbnail previews in the media folder if you unzip it) or conversation history, which are fairly well formatted, 4) you don't need to update your export often/ever, because you'd have to request it from the start and download the entire thing all over again, 5) you want to be able to read your text posts clearly and don't care about preserving the full formatting, and/or 6) you don't plan to reupload this information elsewhere (say on... a WordPress blog)

WordPress Automatic Ex/Import

Move your post's from Matt's right hand to his left! WordPress (another product of Automattic) has a native Tumblr importer found under your WP Admin dashboard for your site under Tools > Import > Tumblr.

How does this work? No idea! I hit import 2 days ago and it has done nothing. Maybe I'm stuck, maybe it's permanently broken. It says to contact support if it's been over 24 hours but they don't make that easy. I disconnected from Tumblr (you can only port over a blog you have the login of) and reconnected and it still said it was importing. I don't think it's ever going to do anything.

Presumably it's supposed to 1:1 import every post on your blog onto the WordPress site, which will result in a whole lot of stolen art because there's no way to select just your original posts. Also, you'd need enough storage on your webhost to house all the posts (this honestly might be my problem, but I was planning to delete all the non-original posts once it imported.... anything and backfill what it didn't get to). The one thing I'll say about this option is that it's the only one I've seen so far that exports drafts and queues as well.

I mean, if it exported anything. If this ever does anything I'll update this post, but either my blog is too large or this tool isn't totally functional anymore.

TumblThree

(previously TumblTwo, etc)

TumblThree is an all-in-one program requiring no extra downloads beyond the main Zip, and was last updated fairly recently at the time of this post. In order to run it, unzip it into one folder and run the main .exe. It has a full UI interface with lots of very descriptive helper text to help you select the right options for you without looking at the wiki. I think it's user-friendly for non-tech people.

There are a lot of options in TumblThree to change what output it gives you, but I'm going to start with the largely universal parts first:

Everything from one blog will be exported to one folder, no subfolders or sorting. As a result, the output is very messy and difficult to wade through, but post metadata and the photos are named in the same way so you can scroll, see an image preview, and then click on the metadata txt for that post and read the caption.

Depending on your settings, you can export all photos, videos, text posts, etc as their own files or exclude them from the export entirely. For the different types of media posts, you can independently select if you what to download just the media, just the metadata for it (everything that surrounds the post when you see it on Tumblr, such as the caption, OP, tags, etc), or both.

Master txt file: For every type of media metadata you export, a correspondingly named txt file will be created (images.txt, answers.txt, etc) that contains the text/metadata of every post of that type in one txt file. This is also the default behavior for exporting text posts.

Note: for text posts (which includes asks/answers), it only creates a master txt file if you do not select "Save texts as individual files", in which case it will only save each text as an individual txt file and not make a master file.

The formatting on these files is so brutal I won't even give examples, but they're unreadable. Being a .txt file, there is no native formatting, so it exports in html formatting.

Example: instead of a post that says "I want to go swimming", it exports: "I want to go < b >swimming< / b >" (minus the spaces around the b) as the post body, which is a big part of what makes it unreadable, because there are a lot of hyperlinks in all the header information listed below.

Each post in the master txt exports with: Post ID, date, post URL, slug, reblog key (no idea what that is), reblog URL, reblog name, title, [the text/caption itself], and tags.

Theoretically this means you could ctrl+f "cybertrucks" in the master txt file and then browse all your posts making fun of Tesla owners by tabbing through the returns. This is not possible with any of the previous options, and only is possible because it's all in one file, as ridiculous as it is, which is why getting that master file is so important.

For the trick to get both the individual text posts and master text.txt & answers.txt file, as well as my recommended settings and details on how updating backups works, see the read more at the end of this post.

The images.txt includes all the information listed above, but with the following additions: photo url (NOTE: this is the url on Tumblr, not a link to where it is in your folder), photo set URLs, photo caption, and "downloaded files" (NOTE: this is the name of the file it has downloaded)

The video.txt is similar to the above

The use case for this would be similar to what I described for text posts above: search keywords from captions, tags, etc and when you find what you think is what you want, copy the name from "downloaded files" and search your folder to find the actual image

I really hated TumblThree's output the first time I looked at it and then I realized the single file is the only way to make browsing tags workable, because otherwise you would have to have a folder for every tag, and posts with multiple tags would have to be duplicated between them. I'm not pressed on finding a txt to HTML converter right now but it could be an option in the future if you wanted to make things more readable.

Okay, let's get into the non-universal stuff you can customize in settings, because it's like, everything:

File names: We've already established you can search with the downloaded file name for images, but what will that be? Whatever you fucking want. Post date, reblogger name, post ID, post title, original file name, you can make it any and all of these in any order you want! You can have actually useful file names! Personally I like %e_%p_%q_%i_%x which exports as DateTime_PostTitle_BlogOriginName_PostID_IteratingNumber (note: you need some kind of unique iterator to be valid so two files don't have the same name, such as multiple photos from one post). Look how much searchable information that gives me, in chronological order! It decreases your need for the master txt file.

Tip I wish I thought of before doing my massive export: make one of the unique headers from the master txt file part of the exported file name so it's easy to search for it after identifying it in the master file.

Files scanned: this is the only method I've found that lets you back everything up, remember what it backed up, and then lets you add any new posts since that date without having to download the whole thing again. That's a game changer, but see the read more below for limitations.

You also have the option to rescan the entire thing if you want.

Post type: T3 (I'm abbreviating it now) also lets you export just your original posts, just reblogs, etc - again, giving you the most control of any options. It also lets you export replies. I, uh, would not do this because if you have any popular post on your blog it might have hundreds, or thousands of replies but hey, you can do it!

You also have the option to only download posts with a certain tag.

Blog options: You can export literally any blog you have the URL of. In fact, if you copy a blog URL while it's open, it will automatically add that blog to its UI and create an empty folder for it. It makes it easy, no private key required. I do have mixed feelings about the concept of exporting someone else's blog... but I'm also planning to do it to some of Crew-ra's blogs so... my digital horde must grow.

You can also queue blogs up and leave it to run through a lot of them. It is a lot faster than Tumblr's native export, I started this import well after I started typing this post and it took a few hours, probably not all that much longer than just downloading Tumblr's export took (and that's while running it alongside other data copy operations because I'm backing up a lot of stuff right now).

I do recommend doing a test export with a sideblog, I was able to use wild-bitchofthenorthwoods as a test import since it only has one post and it has media, so it was super quick.

(I do want to note, I think the number of downloadable items starts out matching the number of posts on your blog without scanning them until you start the export - but if you choose to export everything as its own file, you're going to end up with way more than that because a post with three images would be multiple files)

Things T3 cannot export:

Since in its simplest form it's just accessing the public upload of your blog, it cannot export your drafts, queue, or conversations

It cannot export posts as HTML files, and thus cannot export them with readable formatting natively

What do I see as the main reasons to opt for this option? 1) you don't care about exporting your DMs/conversations, 2) you want the ability to export only certain kinds of posts (original, photos, using a tag, etc), 3) you want to control the titles of the exported files 4) you don't mind wading through massive folders, 5) you want the ability to search tags (using the txt files), 6) you want the ability to update your export without starting over from the beginning, 7) you either don't want to reupload this information somewhere else, or you want to upload it somewhere that supports automatic HTML conversion (for instance, you can switch a Tumblr post from a rich text format to HTML, same with AO3, so you can put it in as HTML and then hit post to see it turn into a rich format. This techically makes T3 the most versatile/useful export option if you're planning to do anything with it other than browse your own files).

tumblr-utils

Full disclosure: haven't tried this one. But others have! tumblr-utils is a no-UI, python-based backup software. This means in order to use it you have to type commands into the terminal. If you don't know what I just said, don't use this one.

If you do, you'll need to separately download python and youtube-dl just to get this one running. You'll also need to give it your personal Tumblr API key and feed it commands deciphered from the wiki page I linked. Here are two different guides people have written on how to use it. Output:

Obviously I'm guessing based on the documentation, but one thing that is nice is this tool allows you to save each post in its own folder. Presumably each post is multiple files like we saw with T3, so this would make it easy to group them, but it also means you'd have to look in every single folder to find anything.

It seems to break posts up into timestamp folders by month, again, helping with management to narrow down where you have to search

It allows you to save only certain kinds of posts at a time like T3

It allows you to backup posts only from a certain time period (so if you keep a little .txt note of the last time you backed up, you can easily add only the new posts into your backup without having to start over from the beginning)

It allows you to only save posts under a certain tag like T3

It allows you to save only original posts

It's the only one I've found that lets you back up your liked posts

What do I see as the main reasons to opt for this option? 1) you don't care about exporting your DMs/conversations, 2) you want the ability to export only certain kinds of posts (original, photos, using a tag, etc), (okay now we get to the points that aren't also covered by T3), 3) you want posts to export already broken into folders, whether by post or by month, 4) you want to back up your likes, 5) you don't care what file names look like, 6) you're comfortable with the command line/coding and don't need a UI.

Summary:

None of these options are ideal for reuploading your files anywhere (except WordPress), but I do think TumblThree is the best of the options because of the written HTML formatting in the txt files being useful for websites that support automatic conversion (or require HTML input).

For starting another blog, WordPress wins. If it works. I'm trying to be generous here.

For searchability, T3 wins again.

For versatility... yeah you know it's T3, but tumblr-utils has a lot of the same features, too!

For sentimentality (aka conversations), it has to be the native export. There literally is not any other option.

For queues and drafts, the only theoretical option is WordPress. If it works.

For likes, the only option is tumblr-utils.

Every option does something the others don't, so theoretically to cover everything, you have to do all four options. Actually I would say do the native export if you don't have a lot of posts and aren't a freak like me, check it out, and if it doesn't work (I know it's finnicky) or you don't like the export, go with TumblThree. This also means you'll at least have your conversations even if you don't end up using the native export any other way.

And I wish it could go without saying, but don't repost people's shit, y'all. I'm backing up everything for my records only and it will never be shared with anyone else, or even browsed as long as using Tumblr instead is an option.

TumblThree adding to old backup quirks, recommended settings, & master file backup solution:

Adding to backup quirks:

From my tests, when you scan a blog you've already backed up to just add new posts to it, it does not update the master file, so if you want to update it, you'll have to do the steps I list at the end of this post. It might be possible it does update if you force rescan, but I highly doubt it.

If you scan a blog you previously backed up under more restrictive settings - say you only backed up original text posts as one file before and now you've selected to back up absolutely everything - it will only download up until the time you last backed up that blog. It will not blow past where you last downloaded to download all the photos and videos it didn't get before just because they're selected now. This is great for doing after using the master file solution I'm showing below, but if you do need to download everything after doing a more restrictive scan, you can once again follow the first few steps below to do so.

Recommended settings:

This will obviously vary by what you're trying to do, but one or two things weren't immediately obvious to me and I did say I think this was the best solution for less technical users, so I want give my personal recommendations. Settings can obviously be found under the settings button at the bottom of the screen (you may need to use the scrollbar on the UI for, which is separate from the scrollbar on the blogs panel), but when you click on a blog, when you click "Details" in the right sidebar, you can also see your most important settings at a glance and adjust them to whatever you want them to be "per blog". I believe TumblThree remembers what you last used for the blog and applies the things in settings only to new/other blogs.

The thing that is going to vary the most is how many different types of posts you want to back up (text, video, reblogs included, etc), so I'll leave that up to you. If you're going to export a media type, though, I generally recommend exporting the metadata too.

I already gave my preferred file names above and again that's going to be something that varies a lot by people. Hover over the "Filename template" box and it will give you all the options in the legend you can combine via underscores.

Leave "Skip .gif files" off unless you're hurting for hard drive space. This removes all the gifs from your download, and the reason this is provided as a separate setting is because gifs have relatively massive files (at least compared to a text file)

I'll be honest I haven't seen a difference between turning on and off "Group photo sets". Because of the way file names work, most conventions will naturally lead to photos from the same post all being in a row.

"Save texts as individual files": if you only want texts to be saved as their master text.txt and answers.txt files, uncheck this. If you want the individual files I highly recommend you also download the master file for searching purposes, in which case my recommendation is this:

1) Select to export texts only, leaving off all media options, and uncheck the "Save texts as individual files" option. 2) Export the blog. This will only result in two files, answers.txt and texts.txt. 3) Move these files elsewhere on the computer to save them. 4) With T3 closed, delete the folder for the blog and the blog's Indexes (see instructions at the end of this post for finding these). 5) Reopen T3, which shouldn't remember it ever saw the blog and create a new folder for it. Turn on the "Save texts as individual files", as well as any other media posts you want to download. 6) Export the entire blog again. 7) Move the texts.txt and answers.txt file back into the blog's folder.

I leave all other options on the Details tab off, except for:

"Force rescan" scans past the point it last backed up and searches the whole blog again. If you have a big blog, this is going to burn time. This is needed for the number of downloaded items in the panel to be accurate but I don't know why you would care or turn this on unless it lets you skip steps 3-4 above, but my blog is too big to burn through testing that, so if you try it, let me know and I'll update this post!

Master file backup solution:

See my 7 steps from above to skip having to do this, but if you accidentally do things out of order and then realize you still need the master files for texts post after backing everything else up, here's how you get it with minimal pain:

T3 will make an "Index" folder in both the main folder for the program where the exe is located and the destination folder where you have your blogs backing up (note: these were two very different places for me, if you just have it back up to the automatic Blogs folder within T3's folder, it might not create a second Index folder).

To make T3 "forget" what it has backed up previously so it goes through to the beginning and makes a master file that includes everything, all you have to do is remove the Index file(s) for the blog while it's closed so it doesn't remember it anymore. I backed my index up in another folder.

Check off for it to only download text posts, and then uncheck the "Save texts in individual files" option. This will cause it to only create the master answers.txt and texts.txt file on the rescan.

The combination of only going for one post type and only downloading one file for it means this rescan is relatively fast. When you look at your Blogs folder, you'll find a new folder has been created for your blog name (in my case, there was "n7punk" and "n7punk_2) and your output is in the new folder. I just moved it over to the original folder.

At this point you can restore the indexes, though I've only gotten it to half recognize them. I can get it to recognize my original n7punk folder so everything can stay there, but the total downloaded items is stuck at what it was when I did just the text posts. I don't really care, it was mainly the folder thing I wanted to fix. If you have lag between your last full backup and your master-only backup, this might cause some issues? I don't know because I made sure there wasn't lag, so I recommend doing another backup to add any missing items before doing this method.

You can also use this technique if you want to download only your original posts and then download everything else to a second folder. Adjust the setting to only download original posts, download the whole blog, close T3 and delete the indexes, rename the folder to whatever you want ("n7punk_original", etc), and then reopen T3 and set it to download everything and run it again from the start.

#tumblr #automattic #words and things #tumblr hacks #resource #tumblr-utils #tumblthree #100 #posts that haunt me #in a good way back up your shit yall lol

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sweetdispatch · 7 months ago

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Bed chem - Q. Hughes

masterlist pairing: Quinn Hughes x fem!reader summary: Three stages in Quinn and his girlfriend relationship: how they met, how they had crush on themselves and how they sex life looks like warning: mentions of sex (nothing graphic), swear words

Your friend hit me up so we could connect

Brock’s girlfriend, Bella, and she were friends since they were kids but now, she finally moved to Vancouver. When Bella met Quinn, she knew that she had to set up her friend with him. She believed that they had the identical personality. The same lame jokes, the same awkward laugh and the same commitment to their jobs.

Bella told Brock about this idea and he immediately agreed. He knew her friend and totally saw her and Quinn as a couple. Both of them set them up on a blind date. She and Quinn were skeptical about this. They haven’t been looking for a partner, at least not at this moment and to be honest, they didn’t trust their friends in this field. Eventually, they agreed and went on a date.

I digress, got me scrollin’ like

Out of breath, got me goin’ like

She adored Quinn. One date and she was all over heels for him. At first, he was giving her weird vibes but when he opened up to her, it turned out that he’s talkative and funny. She couldn't remember the last time a guy made her laugh this hard like he did this one night. When she got back home, she went on instagram and followed him. She started looking at his profile and looking at every single photo. She enjoyed what she was seeing. In her opinion, he was super handsome.

Quinn, who wasn’t sure about this date, was thankful that he agreed to go. She was different from other women who tried so hard for him because he was an athlete. She didn’t care, he was certain that she didn't even watch hockey because she was asking him the most basic questions when he mentioned this sport. He came back home and saw that she followed him on instagram. He did the same and started looking at her pictures. He couldn’t believe how pretty she is.

Are you free next week?

The next day, Quinn wrote to her asking if she had time next week. Now, he was leaving but he wanted to invite her to his match. Maybe even go on another date if he gets lucky. Impatient, he was waiting for her response the whole day. He was checking his phone every five minutes to see if she wrote him back. Thankfully, she did. She said that she’s free and it would be a pleasure to go to his game. Quinn was relieved.

For a moment, Quinn thought that she might not be into him but this message changed it. He said that he’ll give her all the information when he gets back home. She thanked him and in that moment, she asked him about his day. They started writing every day about everything and nothing. His teammates caught him smiling on his phone when he got a message from her.

Who’s the cute guy with wide blue eyes and the big bad mm?

Quinn wasn’t a big fan of taking photos of himself, but he loved doing this for her. He tried to keep her updated while being away as much as he could. She was sending him pictures of what she’s doing, which was watching tv shows, cooking and working. On the other hand, he always took pictures of himself in a suit and sent them to her. When he was coming back to Vancouver, he took a selfie on the plane and sent her a message coming home, can’t wait to see you soon.

She received the photo when she was out on lunch with her coworkers. She right away opened the message and saw him looking good as always. She stared at her phone too long and one of the girls noticed this. She looked on and saw Quinn’s face. The questions started floating around about her mysterious boyfriend. She felt embarrassed at first but talked about him with love in her voice.

How you pick me up, pull’ em down, turn me ‘round

She and Quinn haven’t wanted to label themselves. They just went with the flow and if they are made for each other, they’ll end up together. Although, this hasn't stopped them from having sex with each other. Both of them loved this kind of deal. The sex was always incredible, especially when he was coming back pissed.

Quinn was manhandling her like a personal sex toy. She was more than willing to agreed on everything he was giving her. He was throwing her around the bed in every position that he wanted her in. Often, he would bent her over the couch or kitchen island and fuck her roughly.

How you talk so sweet when you’re doin’ bad things

She adored Quinn. He was always a well spoken guy who couldn’t miss a day without giving her a compliment. Always showing up with flowers and gifts from his trips. He knew how to make her feel better after a bad day. His words were always on point and she felt loved and adored. He treated her like a princess knowing that she has a low self confidence. He was her hype man.

Quinn was changing completely when it came to a sex. He was dominating her, doing whatever he wants and likes. In his movements, he remembered about her boundaries but this hadn’t stopped him from treating her like a whore. As much as she loved his quiet and calm side, there was something so tempting and hot in his bedroom side. He enjoyed that she was there for his every beck and call.

And I bet we’d both arrive at the same time

Despite the fact that Quinn was setting the pace and treated her like he wanted, he always made sure that she cum. He didn’t want her to feel like she’s just for his pleasure. He never denied her orgasm, sometimes controlled it but most of the time, he was overstimulating her. He was giving her at least two climax every time they had sex. His favorite part was when both could cum at the same time.

When it happened for the first time, it was a mind blowing orgasm for Quinn. He couldn’t keep his mind straight the minute he felt his release and her tightening muscles around him. Since that, he made this his own mission to end their sex with them cum in the same moment. She loved when this was happening, when their moans filled the bedroom after reaching a climax.

#quinn hughes #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes fanfiction #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes oneshot #nhl #nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #vancouver canucks #v' work #Spotify

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daycourtofficial · 2 months ago

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Falling in love on the fourth floor - part 14.2

Pairing: Azriel x reader | WC: 6.3k | Warnings: pure fluff baby!

Summary: a weekend trip to the lake is the perfect opportunity to have fun with your friends, despite a growing relationship with one of them

Author’s note: no one is more surprised than me at this update lmao, but yall rallied!! You were determined!! Everyone say thank you @sylvermoon for helping me by giving me a sparknotes version

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You are buzzing with nerves from the car ride, unable to stop looking at Azriel as Feyre and Rhys bicker in the front of the car. His smile is electric as he looks at you, his gaze not leaving yours the entire drive back.

Everyone returning to the house quickly led to an impromptu game of Scrabble between the four of you. Cassian and Mor are still missing, likely driving around town to find any forgotten liquor. Rhys and Feyre both were drinking, some pretentious sounding martini that sounded too complex for you. You opted for a wine cooler while Azriel sipped at his water next to you. There is enough alcohol in this house to supply a frat party and you’re slightly concerned over who they expect to drink it all.

It took only twenty minutes of playing before Rhys grew annoyed with Azriel’s high score, peering over Feyre’s shoulder as she counted points.

“That’s it, I’m done for the night.” Rhys finishes off his drink before grabbing Feyre’s hand, pulling her from her seat and dragging her to the stairs. The two had been sharing glances all night, and you’re fairly certain Rhysand only used Azriel’s scrabble score as a half decent excuse for them to leave.

“Good night, you two.” Feyre giggles as she passes by. They head up the stairs, their steps retreating further and further away until a door shuts, leaving the two of you alone. A silence settles over the room, something you didn’t know could happen in this house with the boys that are occupying it.

“What do we do now?” The words slip out, a bit of uncertainty to them as you look at him. The lights are low in the living room and he’s sitting in a chair across from you, the scrabble board still out.

Sore losers couldn’t even help clean up.

He looks so pretty across from you, the warm lamplight casting his features in a yellow glow that draws you in like a moth. You can’t help the nerves that burrow inside of you at finally being alone with him. You had seen him throughout the week since your date, but that had been at coffee shops and bakeries, where you could only go so far with him, needing to hold on to some sense of public decorum.

But now the two of you are alone and you can’t help the fidgeting of your hands.

“We could play a card game.”

“Didn’t you just destroy Rhys at scrabble?”

“I have a decade’s worth of resentment and petty squabbles with Rhys. I don’t have any of that with you.”

“How you flatter me,” you smile.

The two of you start gathering the scrabble pieces from the board until the table’s cleaned off. Azriel disappears for a moment, replacing the Scrabble board with a deck of cards. His fingers stutter occasionally as he shuffles the deck, his cheeks turning pink each time.

“What game are we playing?” He asks, sitting down next to you on the couch. It isn’t as close as you want him to be, but close enough to feel tipsy off his warmth.

“I was a go fish champion as a kid.”

Azriel laughs, his eyes crinkling, the pink fading from his cheeks. He looked so much younger when he smiled, the years of tragedy gone, replaced with something much more hopeful. He looks beautiful and adorable, a conflicting combination where you aren’t sure if you want to keep watching his smile or feel his lips on yours again.

If both were an option, you would take it.

“Clearly you have an unfair advantage at that game.”

“I was a child prodigy- it’s not my fault if you’re afraid.”

Each rebuttal brought the two of you closer - you could feel his breath on your face, his warmth drawing you into his body like the lone ship heading for a lighthouse. Shivers creep up your spine at the way he looks at you, like he knows exactly what you taste like and he’s starving for just a taste.

“Do we get anything if we win?”

“I could kiss you if you win.”

The pink is back to his cheeks and you know you’ve caught him off guard.

“That’s a very nice prize. I get very competitive for good prizes.”

Azriel pulls back before pulling the table closer to the two of you. You miss his warmth immediately, especially when he resituates himself, setting a cushion between you two. He starts shuffling lazily as you watch, looking between his fingers and the offending pillow that separates the two of you.

“Why’d you go all the way over there?” The pout is evident in your question. Your relationship is still too new, too much fear surrounding being labeled as too much. But you can’t help it, can’t help the draw you feel to him at all times.

“I think you got your championship title from cheating.” You gasp in indignation, playfully shoving him, his shuffling disrupted from the movement. A few cards fall on the floor as he tries to suppress a grin.

“I did not!”

His smile is captivating in the moonlight, a chuckle too soft to do more than send chills down your spine. It feels wonderful being in his company, his sole focus devoted to you. He picks up the lost cards, quickly shuffling them back into the deck.

Azriel deals the hands, his fingers twitching slightly at the fifth card. You hold your pile of cards close to you, peering over top of them at him, watching as he moved them into some kind of order.

You both place a pair down onto the coffee table - you have a pair of 7’s, him a pair of jacks.

“Who goes first?”

“You’re a child prodigy at this game - shouldn’t you know who goes first?”

“I don’t want to have too much of an advantage, I’ll let you go first.”

The pile gets smaller as you two go back and forth, exchanging cards upon the other’s request. Several pairs litter the coffee table, haphazardly set as if the people placing them there couldn’t look away for even a second.

The deck is nonexistent, your hands down to one card each. It’s Azriel’s turn, a fact he’s letting linger in the darkness.

“Just go ahead and ask, Az.”

He had beaten you. This last card is nothing more than a formality, an official end to the game.

“Before it ends, I want to ensure we both recall the terms for winning.”

“Yes, I remember.”

“Good, because I’ve forgotten.”

You fight the smile threatening to overcome your face, blinking slowly before looking at him. He wears a look of innocence that makes you want to scoff.

“If I win, you have to kiss me. If I lose, I have to kiss you.”

“Let me make sure I understand this.” His tone is all seriousness, his eyes giving away the true amusement he’s fighting back. “If I win, you have to kiss me.”

“Yes.”

“Okay. I think I understand. Do you have any 2’s?” You look back down to your cards, trying to stop the smile on your face.

“Go fish.”

“You’re kidding.”

“No, I only have a 7 left.”

Azriel looks at your hand as you show him the card before he looks at the cards laid out on the table, moving pairs to be in numeric order.

“The pack must be short a few cards.” Disappointment laces his tone, his fingers still moving cards around as he silently counts.

“You still beat me by one pair.”

He straightens at that, turning his whole body back toward you, the cards long forgotten.

“Yes, I believe I did. And that means you lost.”

You move toward him, your nose touching his as you slowly nod.

“I lost, Az. When should I pay up?”

His eyes are half closed, a slow nod of his head not an answer.

“You can pay now.”

Azriel’s lips on yours feel right, the cold of his hands a welcome presence on your face. His kiss is all consuming, the only thing you can focus on. He holds you so tenderly, each kiss delicate and firm, timidness still evident.

It’s slow and sweet, and he tastes like a mint he must have grabbed out the door of the restaurant. You crawl into his lap, his hands just shy of touching your hips.

He’s so solid and warm beneath you, his tongue parting your lips sending you into a fervor. You hold the back of his neck, desperate to keep him kissing you.

Footsteps down the stairs cause you to jump back, your back hitting the couch with a loud thud you’re hoping no one will hear. Your hand flies to the back of your head, a silent ‘ow’ leaving your lips.

“Hey guys!” Feyre’s smile is almost blinding in the darkness, her teeth shiny in the low light as she moves through the living room to the kitchen.

“Hey Fey.” Azriel’s deep voice moves through the calm night. You’re hoping she fails to notice the many directions his hair is pointing up or just how red his cheeks are from your touch.

“I’m surprised you guys are still up.” Feyre moves through the kitchen, pulling a glass from the cabinet before placing it on the counter, not even looking at the two of you.

“Azriel didn’t believe that I was a child prodigy at card games.”

“And I still don’t. I won.” There’s a hint of confidence or arrogance in his voice, something new you’re not used to hearing from him. Whatever it is, you just want to use his mouth for other things.

“It was a close game, practically a tie.”

“You sound like a sore loser.” He looks at you now, his eyes sparkling with amusement you can’t pull away from.

“No I don’t.”

“You’re acting exactly like Cassian when he loses.”

You and Feyre gasp simultaneously, her full water glass sloshing in her hand.

“That’s my cue to go back upstairs. Don’t want to get caught in this crossfire.”

“Good night.” You both respond, neither looking away to acknowledge Feyre or try to keep her longer. The moment stretches on for an eternity, jittery and giddy. You’re the one to break the silence first, your voice sounding harsh in the dark quiet.

“I should go to bed. Feyre wants to make the most of the lake tomorrow. Early start and all that.”

“I should get going too.”

Neither of you move, eyes still intertwined. Somewhere upstairs you hear a thump followed by giggles. Slowly, so slowly, you peel yourself off the couch, force yourself away from his orbit. The two of you are magnets, and if you can get just far enough, you’ll be able to stay away, to get some sleep for the next day’s activities.

But Azriel’s quick to get up after you, walking you down the hallway. His hand is hovering behind the small of your back, not quite brave enough to fully touch, but you can feel his presence through your shirt.

Things with him are real and fun and the butterflies in your stomach won’t stop batting around as you climb up the stairs. You arrive at your room much too quickly, your hand resting on the knob as you turn to look up at him, only to find him already watching you.

“Good night, Az.”

“Good night.”

He still doesn’t move. His hand reaches up like he’s about to stroke your cheek, but he puts it back down. You turn the knob, slowly backing into your room, until the wooden door separates the two of you.

It's a picturesque day as you walk down to the lake, keeping stride with Feyre. It’s a bit odd being somewhere so sacred to the four in front of you, some proverbial pillar of their youth. They are knocking shoulders, laughing with each other about summers long past. Tales of sunburns, near drowning, being flung from boats at an absurd speed.

Their voices carry a heavy dose of nostalgia, their words coated in grandiosity and the creature comforts of a beloved vacation home. The two of you follow them down the well work path from Rhys’s house to the lake, sandals hitting the sand for uneven terrain that stretches your calves. Your eyes stay on Azriel’s back, watching his muscles ripple with each step.

You had been surprised to find him shirtless in the kitchen this morning, the tiny tattoo on his hip the triplet to the ones on Cassian and Rhys’s torsos.

You grin to Feyre at the memory, sticking out your tongue slightly before yelling out, “Cassian, are you even allowed to get your tramp stamp wet?”

“They said 4-6 weeks, sweetheart.” He doesn’t stop his stride, only sticking a middle finger out at you.

“And how long ago was it done?”

Cassian slows slightly, clearly trying to think.

“It’ll be fine. It was like two months ago. It’s healed well.”

Feyre nudges her elbow into your ribs, lightly prodding. “Do you think we can get him drunk and he’ll let us color the tattoo in with markers?”

You lean against each other as you giggle before whispering, “I’ll pick up some glitter, too.”

The giggles grow louder, stopping suddenly when you run into Azriel’s back. The hard muscle is like a brick wall as you put your arms out to steady yourself, Azriel quickly turning to hold your arms.

“Sorry. We’re just at the spot.”

In your giggling with Feyre, you hadn’t noticed the folding chairs and large umbrellas that the boys were setting up. Mor was already propped up on a chair, a full wine glass in her hand watching Cassian’s arms bulge assembling the chairs.

Azriel hand ghosts over your back, leading you to a chair. You plop your towel down on it, shimmying out of your shorts before dropping them on the back of the chair. As fast as it’s there it’s gone, the slight touch of his hand warming you in a way the sun never could.

Cassian stands on the beach, his tan body practically reflecting the sun from all the oil on him. He stood large, his hands on his hips, facing all of you, his voice getting louder to bring all of you into his argument with Rhysand.

“Come on, Rhysie poo. Leapfrog off me.”

“We’re not children, Cassian.” Rhysand’s helping Feyre with her back, rubbing sunscreen beneath her bikini top straps.

“You’re just scared because of how much bigger I am than you.” Rhys’s hand stills at Cassian’s tone, the rest of you oohing like school children at the challenge Cassian was presenting.

Feyre claps Rhys’s hand, all the permission he needs before heading out to Cassian, meeting him at the water’s edge. Rhys lines up behind Cassian, the two looking decades younger than they are. Rhys’s long, athletic legs take off in a sprint. As he reaches a foot behind Cassian, Cassian quickly falls to the ground, cackling as Rhysand tries to jump before losing his balance and falling face first in the sand.

The four of you laugh from the shade, the bright sand emitting enough of its own saved heat you’re certain Rhysand got burnt from this little prank. He stays in the sand for only a moment before slowly getting up, his entire chest and face covered in sand, only to lose his footing again and fall once more.

You, Mor, and Feyre all giggle loudly, Azriel sparing a chuckle for the two. You hear Mor mention something about alcohol, but pay her no mind, too focused on the absurdity before you. Sand flies through the air as Rhysand tries to get up, kicking his feet wildly as he chases after Cassian. The two gather quite a few onlookers, but the four of you watch as Cassian out maneuvers Rhysand, too quick for his friend to catch him.

You turn, wanting to make a joke to Feyre, only to find hers and Mor’s seats empty. It’s then you realize no one had retrieved the cooler of alcohol Mor and Cassian likely spent all night filling up. You turn to Azriel, the shade and breeze making it feel like the perfect day.

“Can you help me?”

“Of course. Anything.”

You hold out the bottle of sunscreen to him, his hands not quite grasping it.

“Can you do my back? I can’t reach and I really should have done it before leaving the house.”

He stares blankly at you, his face an empty slate as he looks at you. One of his hands shakes imperceptibly before he balls it into a fist. You look up at him sweetly, fluttering your lashes at him just a little.

You bite your lip as he takes the bottle, squeezing it a bit hard when he takes it. You turn to the side, starting to undo the back of your top when you feel the bottle drop onto the end of the chair. Out of the corner of your eye you see Az scrambling to pick it back up, not daring to make eye contact with you.

“You okay, Az?”

“I’m good. I’m fine.”

You nod, turning away again. You hold your top to your chest as you unknot the back, letting the strings fall to your side. You sit for a moment, the sounds of Rhysand and Cassian yelling at each other keeping this from turning into a fully awkward silence. A beat passes, your teeth gnawing on your lip the only thing keeping you sane.

You start to worry, certain you’ve gone too far, when you hear the sunscreen being squeezed from the bottle, feeling Azriel’s hands spreading the cold lotion across your shoulders. His touch is gentle, his fingers making you feel like fireworks were shooting off in your chest.

He’s so delicate as he rubs the lotion across every inch of your back, gently sloping across your curves. His other hand holds your hair to the side, allowing him full access to the expanse of your spine. It’s nearly sinful the way he caresses you, his touch tender.

It’s over all too quickly, the cap back on the bottle startling you from the spell. You come back to your senses, bird calls and shouts coming back into focus. You turn to face him, his body too large for the foot of the chair he’s now occupying.

“Uh, thanks Az.”

He only nods, turning his body slightly away from you. He finally lets go of your hair, letting it fall back into place. You turn to see what has his attention, only to find him focusing on Cassian and Rhysand. The two are still fighting, running around, flinging sand in every direction. You both watch numbly, not knowing how much time has gone by, until an ice cold bottle is being put into your hand.

“Wine cooler?” Mor asks, already twisting the top off for you. You nod in thanks as she hands Azriel one too.

“They’re both stupid,” is all she says before she takes a big swig of the red alcohol.

The day goes by in a warm blur, the bright sun moving across the sky as you splash in the water for a bit, then moving to the beach chairs to lay out, and then repeating the cycle over and over again. If you sat in the shade for too long, Cassian would come over and threaten to carry you to the water if you didn't get up.

After a few hours, he stops himself right in front of you, telling you you’re going to play chicken with him and Feyre. Mor had just refused, not wanting to damage her recent manicure, but it did little to deter Feyre and Cassian’s determination to play.

Before you know it, Feyre is perched on Cassian’s shoulders, watching as you stand in front of Azriel, shifting from foot to foot. Her smile is big as she watches him crouch in front of you, waiting as you hook your legs around his neck.

He stands to his full height, supporting your weight very easily. A small part of you wishes you could be turned the other way on his shoulders. You sigh, trying not to let your thoughts get too out of hand.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding on tight as he wades into the water, standing across from Cassian and Feyre.

The two are taller than you are - Cassian’s tall frame and Feyre’s long torso making the two appear larger than life. But you feel confident with Azriel beneath you, like he’d never let anything happen to you.

Not even let you fall in a game with friends on the lake.

You had a good feeling about Azriel. He’s fast - faster than Cassian and Rhys, used to maneuvering quickly on his motorcycle. Steady beneath you, even in knee deep water.

You sigh, knowing just how deep you’re in with him. Feyre waggles her eyebrows at you, a movement you’re not sure Azriel sees or not.

From the sand, Mor’s loud voice calls out, “everyone ready?”

Four thumbs lift up toward her, her low voice counting down.

“3, 2, 1. Go!”

The second she says to go, Cassian’s off like a rocket, Feyre jostling on his shoulders. Azriel digs into the sand, a defensive stance as you sink just a bit lower, securing yourself into place. You reach your arms out, blocking Feyre from shifting your balance.

Your legs loop underneath his armpits, locking you in place on his shoulders. Cassian is attempting to push Azriel, but he’s stable, pushing Cassian’s own weight back at him. For a moment, the four of you are at a standstill, no progress being made. But suddenly, Feyre begins pushing back harder against you, trying desperately to knock you off balance.

The idea comes to you in an instant. You let go of Feyre’s hands, quickly moving your fingers to Azriel’s scalp. Gripping his hair, you try to convey go to the right by yanking him in that direction. He quickly picks up on it, quickly sliding the two of you out of the way.

They fall in slow motion, Feyre hitting the water first, followed quickly after by Cassian. The two make a large splash, the cold water hitting you and Azriel. You squeal at both the splash and at realizing you won.

“We won! Azzy, we won!” You chant, pumping your fist in the air just like Cassian does when his favorite song comes on the radio. On the shore, you can hear Mor and Rhys’s drunken cheering before Rhys walks to the water’s edge with a towel. Cassian scrambles up the bank, trying to take the towel from Rhys, but he snatches it away, holding it out of Cassian’s reach until Feyre makes her way over to them.

Azriel crouches back down in the water, trying to help you off his shoulders. You’re able to slide a leg off of one, but lose balance, somehow sliding onto his front like you had been fantasizing about only ten minutes ago. You slide down his chest, one of your legs hooked around his hip before your left foot finds the sandy bottom of the water.

You stare at him, his large chest at eye level and you’re practically in a trance as you reach out and touch him. He shivers lightly, any trace of the sun’s warmth gone from his dark, icy eyes.

The spell is broken when you feel a very prominent member rubbing against your stomach, finding Azriel’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment. He just stares at you, his mouth slightly ajar, before he turns and starts walking further into the water.

“Az, where are you going?” Cassian yells as you try to fight the heat on your face, using your hands as a fan. You could feign a sunburn, right?

“Um, just gonna- take a lap.”

Cassian starts running after him, splashing water with each step, passing you in an awkward flurry of limbs.

“You’re not beating my time! I made it out to that buoy and back fair and square last year! I knew it bothered you!”

Cassian dives into the water, aggressively swimming to catch up to Azriel. The two quickly become nothing more than blobs of splashing water on the horizon, headed for a distant buoy, while you stand watching, not moving, trying to erase the etching of his body from your skin.

The heat of the bonfire is pleasant against your wet skin. The exhaustion of the day sinks into your bones. Leaning your back against the seat, you close your eyes, listening as Cassian and Rhysand bickered to your left.

At some point, when the sun started setting and it started cooling off, the boys broke down the tent, moving all the chairs into a circle around a makeshift bonfire. Cassian had nothing short of a great time moving along the beach, collecting sticks and branches, boasting on how manly he was.

The fire crackles loudly, forcing you to open your eyes only to find Azriel’s gaze locked onto the flames, his eyes orange with heat and pain. You’re not sure if anyone else has noticed, but you slowly get up, moving over to sit next to him. He doesn’t acknowledge you, his body rigid in focus.

“Hey Az.” You slowly move so you’re touching him, your thighs pressed against his. You feel him move into your touch, emboldening you enough to reach out and hold his arm. “Are you okay?”

He strains beneath your hand, the muscles in his forearm flexing tighter. Rubbing soothing circles on his skin has him relaxing, but not enough to keep you from worrying. The fire pops loudly again, startling Azriel out of your hold.

“I’m going to go. I need to shower.”

“Do you want me to come with you?” You whisper.

“I-uh no, I’ll be okay.”

He brushes past you, your heart dropping as you watch him tread back up to the house. You sit for a moment alone, trying to soothe the sting of rejection before moving back over to Cassian, too engrossed with his conversation with Rhys to even notice you had gone anywhere.

Rhys claps Cassian on the back as Feyre nuzzles into his side, the pair getting up and giving small waves before going back to the house themselves.

Cassian straightens out his leg, a grunt accompanying the movement as he kneads the skin of his knee.

“You looked like you were having fun out there earlier.” And he had. You had never seen Cassian with such joy on his face as he ran around the sand, tackling his proclaimed brothers and throwing a ball around. He only nods, a pained expression on his face.

“Did you hurt yourself out there?”

“Old injury flared up.”

“What happened? Sports injury?”

Cassian looks down at the beer bottle in his fingers, “uh yeah, I used to play rugby. Got a scholarship and everything.”

He takes a swig of his beer, and you don’t say anything to let him continue. The airiness to Cassian had left with Rhysand, only leaving a somber version of himself behind, a dark mist over his eyes at some memories long forged.

“Some point senior year of high school, I was dicking around, hanging out with idiots I shouldn’t have been hanging around. I fell, and they left me there.”

Your heart shatters at his nonchalance, how bored his tone sounded. How does anyone treat him, your roommate, an incredibly nice man, like this?

“I just laid there for ages before someone found me and called for an ambulance.”

Another swig. You forgot to breathe, not knowing how to console Cassian. How could you? Your own breathing was speeding up at the story, even knowing he is fine sitting next to you.

“No idea how long I was out. I was too injured to play, but I figured I could stay with Rhys and Az for a year and enroll the next year. I followed them around everywhere, and I guess the habit stuck. Then Rhys’ mom and sister died our freshman year. I couldn’t leave them after that.”

You just lean against his arm, running his bicep in what you hope is a soothing motion.

“I can’t believe anyone would treat you like that, Cass.” He shrugs, but you catch a glint in his eye, a quick flash of the old wound. He drinks from his bottle again, finishing it off, looking around the fire.

Rhys and Feyre had been caught by Mor on their way to leave, the blonde enticing Feyre with some story she couldn’t miss out on. Rhys and Mor are telling Feyre some story of their youth, some long forgotten heist of sorts. They keep butting into each other, the other getting details wrong. Their laughs echo out across the water, bringing a slight twitch to Cassian’s lips.

“Ancient history.”

Drinking on the beach is fun until you’re waking up in the middle of the night and you have a pounding headache because you forgot to drink water.

You leave your shared room with Feyre, half stumbling in the dark to not wake her up. You move through the house to quench your thirst, practically setting up a tent at the filtered water coming from the fridge. After three glasses of water, you cut yourself off, your headache calmed down. You top the glass off once more before padding up the stairs. You make it to the landing, stopping when you hear a slight noise. You want to write it off, telling yourself it’s probably Cassian and Mor hooking up.

But then you hear it again, and it sounds more pitiful than any noise you ever heard from Cassian or Mor. It was closer to a whimper, like a wounded animal. You backtrack, listening closely until you determine the noise came from Azriel’s room.

You stop outside his door, debating if this is an invasion of privacy or not. You bounce on the balls of your feet, trying to decide what to do, when you hear a moan coming from down the hallway,

That pushes you forward, your hand moving to the knob. You turn the knob slowly, moving your feet softly on the hardwood floor. You peek your head in, trying to determine what the noise was. Your heart breaks a little that the noise came from Azriel, his breathing ragged and his arms twitching as he sleeps. You pause, not wanting to make him feel uncomfortable, but you also know something isn’t right.

Taking in a deep breath, you wander further in his room, closing the door softly behind you. You stand next to the bed, looking down at his face while setting down your glass of water. Up close he looks worse - he’s thrashing a bit now, soft whimpers coming from his mouth, and he’s sweating. You place your hands on his shoulders, shaking gently while whispering his name. It doesn’t help, his eyes stay closed, lost to whatever hellscape is occupying his mind.

You look around the room, realization dawning that Azriel forgot his small stuffed bat he told you he sleeps with. You wonder how he left something so important behind. He twitches again, soft whimpers coming from him before he thrashes violently.

“Az, it’s okay,” you shush, placing a knee on the bed to try to wake him again. You’re about to reach his shoulders when his arms suddenly wrap around your waist and you collapse onto the bed next to him. You stay completely still, your heart hammering as he wraps his large body around you, every limb greedily trying to hold onto you.

You hadn’t seen this room when you walked around the house earlier, but it seems less like a guest room and more like an actual bedroom. The walls have a few photos and decorations on them, but you pay them no mind as he squeezes you tightly.

The effect is immediate - his twitching slows, his movements stilling. You feel his hands grip onto you, one of his legs slinging over your hip. You don’t let yourself think about it as his weight and warmth settle over you, making your eyes heavy.

You don’t think he’d be upset, but it does feel like an invasion of his privacy.

You can’t bring yourself to think of the morning, waking up to a not empty bed, because 1) you can’t actually do anything about it and 2) it might just break your heart if he’s upset. His breathing is heavy against you, his arm and leg keeping you locked into place even if you wanted to leave.

The next morning is hazy, trying to remember where you are as the room comes into focus. You jolt slightly as you remember that this is not your room.

You turn to look at Azriel only to find his hazel eyes already looking at you. His face is sleepy, eyes only half open, but he looks just as handsome as ever. He even still has pillow indents on his cheek.

“Good morning.” You crack a smile as you feel his hand rub your back. You twist slightly, wanting a better look at him. His hair is a mess, the black curls all tangled from the restless sleep he had the night before.

“Hi.”

“This is a surprise.” He doesn’t look upset or angry. He’s just relaxed - probably the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him. Like this is normal and he doesn’t know how to wake up any other way.

His hazel eyes are gorgeous as you look at him, the gold and brown swirling together the way a vibrant sunset does, unsure where the colors meet together to become one.

“Sorry for intruding. You uh- I think you were having a bad dream so I just…”

“Got into my bed?”

You laugh a bit too loudly for the moment.

“You pulled me in.” He hums lightly, and you’re not sure if it’s because he’s too sleepy to care how you wound up in his bed or if he wouldn’t mind you coming back. His arms push lightly on your back, pulling you closer toward him.

“Hopefully Cassian doesn’t have bad dreams around you.”

Your noses are only an inch apart and you can stop looking down to try to get a peek at his full lips. Memories of the night before crash over you, the slight rejected sting of Azriel running off catching back up.

“Are you okay? You left kind of abruptly last night.”

“Oh.” He pauses, his face not giving anything away. His smile is gone, the sleepy grin replaced with some half-off attempt at it. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

He sighs out of his nose, slightly burying his face into your shoulder. His phone chimes from somewhere beneath his pillow, the text alert enough to save him from this conversation. His hand pulls away, your skin already growing cold from the loss of contact.

“It’s Rhys. Breakfast is almost ready.”

Despite not having slept in your room and finding it empty this morning, you are the first person to arrive downstairs. Rhys is in the kitchen, flipping pancakes like his life depends on it, whistling some pop song you couldn’t quite name.

“Where is everybody?”

“Hungover and slow, if I had to guess.” You climb onto one of the barstools, a bit mesmerized by Rhys’s confidence while he moves about. You didn’t know he even knew how to cook a premade pizza, much less an entire breakfast for several people. “They have also never been on time to anything that occurs before 9 AM.”

You check the clock on your phone before responding, “it’s 10:30.”

“Hangover causes a time delay by about two hours.”

You shrug, lightly tapping your fingers on the counter, a bit antsy. Azriel had just completely shut down, practically cutting himself off from you after you brought up last night. It makes you feel uneasy and in desperate need of a distraction.

“Do you need any help?”

“I’m almost done, but thanks.” Rhys is now plating things, filling several plates full of perfectly timed scrambled eggs, bacon, and pancakes, containers of fresh fruit already on the table.

“I didn’t know you could cook.”

He continues in his flurry of movement, stacking as many plates in his arms he can fit before taking them to the table. You grab two of them, the only ones he’ll let you take.

“It’s tradition. I did it the year after my mom died. She loved having a full house of kids to feed.”

You think of your own parents, hardly having heard from them since moving out months ago. How the sting had subsided so soon because, really, had they ever cared about you?

Not like this.

Rhys’s mom had taken in Cassian and Azriel, but were they now continuing that cycle by taking you in?

“We fought at the table constantly, broke an unquantifiable amount of dishes and glassware. Cassian once stabbed Azriel at the table.” Your eyebrows shoot up, never having heard that particular tale.

“Don’t get too excited. It was a fork in the arm. But still. She loved it.”

“I think she loved you guys.”

As if on cue, everyone else wanders in in a half hungover daze, shuffling to the warm, fresh food.

“She definitely did.”

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candy-heart-brew · 3 months ago

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WH Spoilers below

I think this flower is meant to be symbolic of Frank and Julie's relationship.

This past update all but directly stated that Frank and Julie are a couple in-universe- they star in Sweetbriar together, refer to each other with names like "Julie Dear," and Julie introduces him to her family the way you'd introduce a romantic partner. Of course, Frank is gay, Clown confirmed that long ago and you can feel the underlying discomfort whenever he has to act as her boyfriend: his attempts at being romantic in Sweetbriar are stilted and awkward, he appears exasperated with her more often than not, and his attempts at affection feel more like he's placating a child rather than interacting with his romantic partner. To put it simply: their relationship simply isn't working and that fact is becoming harder and harder to deny.

Julie isn't stupid, she knows that she's the one doing all the legwork in this relationship. She's always the one to initiate things between them: displays of affection, games, dates, it's always her trying to move things along and its taking a toll on her.

She's trying her very hardest to make this relationship work but it just isn't, Frank is keeping part of himself closed off from her and she knows it but nothing she does can get him to open up to her. But she keeps trying. She excessively compliments him, drags him out to places she thinks he'll like, rarely gives him a moment alone, and just generally tries to appear happy and unbothered about everything.

Now we come back to the flower.

Julie drags Frank out into the woods to see her make this flower bloom but it just doesn't. She tries talking to it, playing games with it, showering it with attention and affection...but nothing works. It's not the flower's fault that it can't bloom, it's a sad fact of life that some flowers wilt before they can fully blossom and there's nothing anyone can really do about that. But Julie can't accept it. It's her job to make the flowers bloom, what would everyone think if she couldn't get this one little flower to open up to her? So much of her sense of self is tied up in this, it's literally what she was made to do, so if she fails at it then what does she have left? Who is she if she can't make this work? She doesn't know and the longer the flower stays closed, the more aggressive she becomes. She pleads with it to just blossom before anyone sees, desperately apologizes for perceived slights, and when all else fails, resorts to burying it altogether so that no one can find it.

Julie's breakdown feels to me like someone coming to the slow realization that a relationship they've poured so much of themselves into just isn't going to work but they're so terrified of the unknown that they can't accept it. Of course, the comment she makes in the last video about potentially getting into trouble could imply that she can't give up on this relationship even if she wants to but it's a bit too soon to say for sure.

All I can say for certain now is that Frank and Julie are in a relationship that neither of them are truly happy with... and it's starting to drive her insane.

#welcome home #wh spoilers #frank frankly #julie joyful #analysis

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omorithedreamermod · 2 months ago

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APRIL DEVLOG

Hello! Here is the APRIL DEVLOG for OMORI THE DREAMER mod! Like before, consistent DEVLOGs will be posted over the course of the year to let everyone know how development is going!

IMPORTANT INFORMATION:

The way THE DREAMER is structured is a BOOK format, in contrast to OMORI's PROLOGUE and then THREE DAYS LEFT bit. So far, the INTRO and PRELUDE are released and playable in one go. From then on, the full game will contain BOOK ONE, BOOK TWO, BOOK THREE, BOOK FOUR, BOOK FIVE, with four and five being endgame. Development will go book by book for organization and ease of testing, so through DEVLOGs, progress will be shown that way so it's not as overwhelming or hard to understand.

Release date is aimed for DECEMBER 25th, and there will be no more releases until then. There will also be no more updates to the PRELUDE release due to further development already starting, so certain bug fixes, visual upgrades, and other updates to the PRELUDE will not be available until the full release.

As for how long the full mod will be, considering how poorly I guessed how long the PRELUDE would be, I''m not even going to try and make an estimate now...but it will be long, certainly! Of course, the time is also dependent on your route/how much optional content you seek out.

PROGRESS (BOOK ONE):

A large organizational process was undergone especially with new recruits thanks to the PRELUDE. Large task sheets were made, narrative documents, concept art, and guides were distributed, and as the director, a very thorough effort has been made to make sure nothing will ever be scrapped and nothing will be changed abruptly so the people on board will not be put through unnecessary effort. No development hell here-the story has been solid since I was making the DEMO on my own!

Although the writing, art, and cutscene programming will still all be done by me, I am very happy to say there is massive help in the now even bigger OST team, the new map tile-set creators absolutely carrying (though, DEFINITELY still looking for sign ups!), sprite artists, battle programmers, general map creators, and more! The scope is quite large with a tight deadline, but pushing back release is practically impossible for personal reasons, so scope will be adjusted according to what is possible.

Still very much looking for more signups, particularly for tile-set creation, programming, sprite art, and the such ^^ it'll be a busy year, but worth it! Many efforts are being put forward to maintain balance and consistency.

No specific progress will be listed this time as things are still in beginning development, though quite a lot is already being done. BOOK ONE has an internal completion goal of "before deltarune releases" so hopefully that'll successfully come to pass!

CONCLUSION:

Trying to stay calm despite the big tasks up ahead! Focusing book by book will hopefully keep everything manageable and not as overwhelming.

The team still isn't massive, and we definitely need more people for some roles. Still, everyone seems really passionate and it makes me very happy to see. I'm also very thankful about the support the PRELUDE has gotten. Brings a giant smile to my face! I hope the full version will be even more satisfying. There's a long way to go, and a year is very short, so wish us all luck as we go forward!

#omori #omori mod #omori game #omori fanart #omori aubrey #devlog #mod

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mindfulstudyquest · 6 months ago

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❥﹒♡﹒☕﹒ 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟱 𝗴𝗼𝗮𝗹𝘀

𝟭. travel ( ✈️ )

2024 took away many travel opportunities from me. i was supposed to go to barcelona with my family, but my grandfather passed away, and we stayed in italy to handle the funeral. i was supposed to travel to sofia with my cousin, but one of my exams was rescheduled to a date i couldn’t possibly miss, so i had to give up the trip. lastly, i was planning to go to valencia to celebrate my birthday, but a flood disrupted the city, and i couldn't go anymore.

in short, it was a frustrating year in this regard — i lost a lot of money and, most importantly, many opportunities to travel, which i believe has significantly inhibited me in this area. while i used to be much more inclined to book last-minute trips when the chance to travel on a budget arose, now i feel much more anxious about doing so.

i want 2025 to be filled with travels. i want to fully take advantage of the opportunities that circumstances beyond my control stole from me in 2024.

𝟮. keep my life even more private ( 🔒 )

it's been years now since i completely disappeared from social media. i no longer post photos or updates about my life online as if i were an influencer, and my daily life has significantly improved without the pressure to appear a certain way online. life is truly better when no one knows anything about you.

however, in real life, i'm quite the chatterbox, and i often find myself oversharing without even realizing it. that said, because i strongly believe in the evil eye, i've learned that, even if i have to bite my tongue, i can't share projects that are not yet completed — not even with the people closest to me, not even if i'm 100% sure they would be happy for me.

in fact, even though i cut off toxic people from my life two years ago, other friendships i thought were strong have ended this year. i want to live a peaceful, private life, even if that means staying silent. show results rather than plans.

𝟯. meditate and journal ( 🪴 )

i started this year (2024) well with this kind of self-care, but i completely lost it around may. i'll try again in 2025, hoping i can stick to it. if not, see you in 2026.

𝟰. indulge in healthy female friendships ( 🩷 )

two years ago, i cut ties with many toxic friendships that were holding me down and keeping me from healing. since then, i've been mostly alone, except for a few surviving connections i kept after high school. when i started university, i made new friendships, but they were very superficial and always centered around university matters.

however, since moving to spain, i've really understood which people were just taking from me without truly being interested in me as a person. in return, though, these past few months i've met some truly amazing girls in madrid, and i want to let myself indulge in that beautiful feminine energy that only girl friendships can give. wine and cheese in front of an episode of gilmore girls while you cut out pictures for your vision board.

𝟱. eat healthier ( 🥗 )

these past few months have been a rollercoaster with food. i've prepared a lot of homemade meals, but i've also ordered out quite often. i don't see anything wrong with ordering takeout or eating out with friends, but since it often happened when i was alone and didn't feel like cooking, i want to try to organize my cooking better and eat as many homemade meals as possible. of course, i won’t deprive myself of lunches and dinners out with friends, but i want to limit takeaway food to social occasions, not to lonely sundays.

it's been less than two years since i got out my ed and i want to keep the happy and healthy relationship with food i gained with so much hard work.

𝟲. keeping up with goals reached last year ( ☁️ )

obviously, all the work i’ve done over the past few years won’t go to waste! i want to persevere with the good habits i’ve developed and the work i’ve done on myself. the past few years have been strange and full of changes, but i feel like it’s all been positive. i’m happy with where i’ve gotten to and the person i’ve become, but i know i still have a long way ahead of me.

happy new year's eve everyone 🎉 which goals are you planning to reach?

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moussedoodles · 1 year ago

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🐙‼️OCTO ALERT‼️🐙

After a long bit, I finally finished the rest of the Octonauts! Enjoy more of my interpretations of them, and if you haven't seen my previous post about them, click here for Peso, Kwazii and Captain Barnacles!

In a world where most of the population consists of animal shifters, the Octonauts are a group marine biologists and activists who help bring attention to both the curious beauty of the Earth's waters and the harms that threaten its incredible ecosystems.

Tweak is the Octonaut's engineer, and she was the only member apart from the Captain himself who had been a part of the Octopod's original, hired crew. She's seen members come and go and had gone through the worst alongside her captain, yet her loyalty hasn't wavered even in the years she had served by his side. In fact, her love for adventure and marine life only seemed to grow as time passes. Apart from Kwazii- who she didn't fully trust at first, and rightfully so at the time- Barnacles considers her as someone he can put 100% of his faith in, and even the rest of their crew knows that she's someone they can truly rely on with anything.

Shellington is the Octonaut's scientist and was hired as their marine specialist. His colleagues would consider him a considerate man who's knowledge is only second to their founder, which sometimes scares the crew with just how much information he knows of any given animal. As for the Vegimals... Well, Let's just say that Shellington wanted to produce some food for the crew to keep them from surfacing every few months, and so, decided to start a greenhouse within the Octopod. Disappointed at the rate of which their goods are growing, he decided to "lend them a little help", though he instead finds himself becoming a father of 5 the following morning. He is now a full carnivore. He can't look at certain vegetables the same way again.

Dashi is the Octonaut's IT specialist and photographer, and so, often works alongside Tweak and Shellington (who she had been hired alongside) both on-field and within the Octopod. Though her knowledge on marine life can't compare to some of the other members, as a photographer she documents their missions, the creatures they had helped and occasionally files or publishes any new findings or updates regarding certain species. Prior to her work as an Octonaut, she was actually a well-renowned journalist who had earned several awards.

And, of course, how could I forget

Professor Inkling is the Octonaut's renowned founder, and is one of the oldest shifters to date. He's a knowledeable octopus, and though most founders and CEOs would rather lounge comfortably for the remainder of their lives, Inkling enthusiastically works alongside his employees and even assists and advises them if ever needed.

Why is he the only member of the Octonauts who isn't part human? the artist thinks it was funny Well, some believe that he's from an older generation of shifters, raised in his animal form. It certainly has some merit to it, especially considering no one- not even the octonauts themselves- had even recognised his species.

Barnacles believes that Kwazii should show more respect towards Inkling and should stop muttering assumptions and theories with Dashi and Shellington.

#octonauts #the octonauts #shellington #tweak #dashi #professor inkling #nostalgia #art #digital art #redraw #redesign #mousse.png

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uncannydevotion · 5 months ago

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So I was going through this account and your old account (loved you and your writing since foreverr), and I kind of saw how Liu/Sully are characterized as overprotective (I don’t know if that’s the proper term or if I’m even reading the character right lmao), but like…lowkey what would happen if theres a relationship and they become too suffocating and the s/o tries to break it off? Would they crash out? 😭 (in a possible yandere way?)

squeezing you affectionately i wasnt gonna write today i really wasnt but but but this got sent in and i just. here. here. take this.

warnings: written in one sitting and not proofread, yandere content, unhealthy relationships, dependency, stalking, overprotective behavior, behavior that can be considered obsessive, sully points a gun at you im sorry, implied kidnapping.

wc: 1.4k words.

Liu wasn't a bad guy.

You knew this intimately. Liu was far from a horrible guy. From the moment you met him, he was nothing but kind and understanding. He has his flaws, sure, but so does every other person. And those flaws never took away from how... nice he was.

It was easy falling in love with him, really. He never tried forcing anything on you, he always listened, he remembered everything you told him, even things that most people would consider minor. Honestly, you were shocked to learn that he wasn't already dating someone.

And Sully... well, he's not as nice as Liu.

It took you time to get used to him when he introduced himself to you. Unlike Liu, Sully didn't seem to really... care about people. He was selfish, and was the type to just do things without thinking much about how it could harm others. He never actively tried hurting others, but he never cared if he did either.

So when you found yourself falling in love with Sully as well, it left you feeling a bit... guilty, to be honest. Not only because Sully was... well... Sully, but also because you were already in love with Liu, so isn't it weird being in love with someone else too? But it didn't feel wrong loving them both.

To be honest, when you did start dating them, nothing changed. Liu was as kind as ever, if not a bit more openly affectionate, and Sully was still pretty mean at times, but he was less mean when you were around so... you'll take what you can get.

But it was perfect. You, and your two boyfriends in one body.

When Liu started becoming protective, you hadn't thought much of it. He'd freak out a bit over some small injuries you'd get. Small burns when you'd cook, the occasional time you'd trip over yourself and hit the ground. It was cute, honestly.

You understood that due to his past, he was deeply terrified of losing people. It's a fear of his that you tried your best to help him through, and it wasn't one that you ever thought could get out of hand.

Sure, Sully wouldn't sometimes stare at you for a few moments too long before sighing and saying something like, 'We should just lock you up.' but... he's always had a weird sense of humor, so you never let it get to you.

But... the longer you dated them, the more... suffocating they'd started to become. With Liu, if you were out and didn't update him on your wellbeing every few hours, he'd call you until you answered. He used to not stay the night all that often, but now he insists on staying with you every night, to ensure your safety.

If you went out with friends, he'd basically interrogate you about them. Who are they? Where do they work? How did you meet? Would you trust them to keep you safe? How do you know you can trust them?

And Sully wasn't any better. He would basically stalk you whenever you went out, and he wasn't shy about it either. Whenever you'd try talking to him about it, he'd just shrug and say something along the lines of, 'I'm just making sure you don't die.'

You're fairly certain he's even gone through your phone a few times, but you never brought it up because you didn't want to accuse him, either of them, of something if they didn't do it.

It hurt you to even have this conversation with them, but enough was enough.

"We should break up."

The words sounded wrong, but you refused to swallow them. Your heart was racing and you felt sick but you knew this was for the best. They were far too protective, and Liu seemed unhealthily dependent on you at times. Like he'd simply stop functioning if you disappeared. He needed help, help that you can't give him.

There's an expression of confusion, followed quickly by something akin to anguish when he registers your words. Liu seemed to struggle to speak for a moment, lips opening and closing for a few moments before he finally manages a small, "Why?"

And you explained it to him. You told him about how his protective behavior was starting to feel suffocating, how your friends were starting to distance themselves from you because he (of which you can only assume to be Sully) always glares at them whenever they're around, how your privacy felt nonexistent most days with them around.

It almost seemed as if he was going to accept that this was happening, but then there was a shift. His expression smoothed out for a moment before he looked at you like you were the crazy one here.

"No."

And it didn't take a genius for you to realize you were speaking with Sully now, from the way he seemed completely apathetic to your concerns.

"No? You can't just say no to someone breaking up with you, that's not how this works."

But your words didn't seem to reach him. That, or he was just choosing to ignore him because he just sweetly smiles in such a way that it makes your blood run cold, "I said no, angel." And his usual affectionate name for you sounding mocking rather than loving, something that put you on edge.

In the time that you've known Sully, you've never felt in danger around him. He went out of his way to make you feel comfortable, honestly, but now... now, you're reminded that this man wouldn't hesitate to kill another. What's stopping him from killing you?

"...You should leave. Now, please."

But Sully didn't move. He just stared, and it felt like he was looking right into your very soul, and it made you feel really sick.

"Fine, if you aren't going to leave, then I will," You huff, but you couldn't even stand up before he was pushing you back down on the couch, practically straddling you, and you could feel cool metal pressing against your forehead.

He... he just pulled a fucking gun on you. A mixture of shock and betrayal outweighs any fear you felt as you look up at Sully, half expecting him to just shoot you.

But he'd never do that, no.

Sully would never hurt you. Could never hurt you. He just needs you to behave, that's all.

"Don't look so distraught," He coos, his free hand coming up to lovingly cup your cheek and wipe away tears you hadn't realized were falling, "You know I can't let you leave. Liu needs you," He pauses, a look of consideration before he softly admits, "I need you."

The admission would've been romantic. He'd never really verbally expressed his love for you before, but now it just... it makes you feel wrong.

"We can just consider this a lover's quarrel, yeah? Make up and move on,"

It didn't seem like Sully had any plans on listening to a single word from your mouth unless it's something he wanted to hear, but you shake your head nonetheless, "I don't want to 'make up and move on'. You're aiming a fucking gun at me for crying out loud! How can I possibly move on from that?!"

And he rolls his eyes at your words, as if you were being dramatic over something you had every right to be angry about. It almost seemed as if he wanted to say something, but his gaze unfocused, and when he blinked, that annoyance was gone.

Instead, he looked mortified, lowering the gun against your head.

And for a moment, you felt a flicker of hope. If you can't convince Sully to let you leave, then surely you can convince Liu, right?

But he didn't pull the gun away. He wasn't aiming it at you, but it was there, and that told you everything you needed to know. Liu wasn't going to let you leave either.

"I'm sorry," He whispers over and over again, and there's tears in his eyes as he rests his forehead against your shoulder. As if forcing you to stay with him was painful to him.

And maybe it was, but...

This world is simply far too dangerous. How is he supposed to keep you safe when you want to go out all the time? It's... it's for the best, he thinks, to take you away. Somewhere where no one can find you, that way you'll be safe. The thought makes Liu sick, guilt eating at him, but... nothing can take you from him.

He and Sully will keep you safe, always. Even if you hate them for it.

#anon #me when. me when when. me when. me when liu. me when. me when sully. me when liu nd sully.#homicidal liu x reader #sully x reader #creepypasta x reader #homicidal liu x you #sully x you #creepypasta x you #yandere homicidal liu x reader #yandere sully x reader #yandere creepypasta x reader #yandere x reader #yandere homicidal liu x you #yandere sully x you #yandere creepypasta x you #yandere x you

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fuckyeahgoodomens · 1 year ago

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The PledgeManager has launched!

Thank you for bearing with us. We’re happy to say that, as promised, the PledgeManager has officially launched!

In case you missed it, we detailed earlier this week that the publication of the graphic novel has been pushed back from its original July 2024 estimate into Spring 2025 - you can read the full update here. We also want to take a moment to say that we have seen the outpouring of love and support on Kickstarter, and across various platforms, wishing Colleen well in her recovery and the time needed for the graphic novel - a huge thank you from all of the team for your understanding and patience, and for the genuine community and care we’ve seen these past few days. We appreciate you all.

PledgeManager

With this in mind, we think it’s important to underline: though PledgeManager has launched, you do not need to pay for your shipping fees immediately.

The PledgeManager is there for those who missed the campaign to order the graphic novel, and indeed for any backers who would like to upgrade, get some other add-ons, or the new items. You, as a pre-existing backer, should receive an email with information via Kickstarter and/or PledgeManager to inform you that this is now open to you - note, these are sent in waves of smaller batches, so if you don't get yours immediately, don't panic! It will likely take between 12-18 hours to process all the backers.

You are, of course, welcome to pay your shipping right away if you'd like, however we completely understand that you may want to wait until closer to the fulfilment time, or when more solid dates are confirmed, before actioning this.

For this stage, we have compiled a quick FAQ below covering some key questions:

Will the whole project be moving from Kickstarter to PledgeManager? No. This is just for the fulfilment side and logistics - all updates will still remain here.

Do PledgeManager backers get everything that Kickstarter backers do? No. While the remaining tiers will be made available for those who missed it, with certain stretch goals (e.g. additions to the book, loot boxes, etc), Kickstarter backers have a number of exclusives such as the Good Omens HQ discount code for when the store launches, and the backers only events.

My PledgeManager address will be different to what is listed on my Kickstarter. Is that fine? Yes. We are handling all logistics through PledgeManager and, as such, that is the only place where we will need your address. If you move or need to change any details, that will be the place to do so.

Can I change my address? Yes. You can update your address until we are at the shipping stage. We will keep this option open for as long as possible to ensure maximum flexibility around this.

How are shipping fees calculated? It is based on both weight and the country it is being sent to. We have been working over the past months to streamline processes and bring the costs down from their original starting point.

Do I have to pay just now? You do not need to pay immediately, but payment will need to be made prior to your items being shipped. You now have a bigger window during which you can make payment. As above, we will keep updating you on the progression of the publication schedule, should you be waiting for firmer dates before doing so.

What about taxes and import duty? UK: VAT is included in the costs UK backers pay, there should be no extra tax charges. US: We believe (but cannot guarantee) that imports under $800USD in value should not attract import duty, those pledges above may be taxed at import. EU & REST OF THE WORLD: If taxes or duties apply to your pledge, these will need to be paid at time of import into your country. We’ve spent months trying to integrate the costs at this stage, but in having the project open across the globe, it has proven too complex to be able to fully refine and cover all instances and locations, and we’ve been advised that this is the best route forward. We know a lot of international backers, particularly in the EU – for example – will already be used to this process, and we will keep you all updated on any developments on this front. For all of our backers, we are working hard to make labelling and declaring all of the contents of your pledges as transparent as possible, in order to make taxing and importing as easy and affordable as possible.

I want to buy the new items, but am waiting to pay shipping. Are they limited? The pins, mugs, notebooks - all the new items specifically added to the PledgeManager are not limited and will be available regardless of whether you get them now, or months down the road. The only limited items are the remaining tiers that have moved over from the Kickstarter (e.g. the Obsidian Tier) that were limited to begin with, and a very limited run of the Alien Parking ticket. Everything else is fully available, in perpetuity.

Will you be adding extra items to the PledgeManager? No. What is there at launch is all we plan to include at this point - any new items afterwards will instead originate via the Good Omens HQ store.

Will Kickstarter backers get items first? Yes. We will have a staggered approach for fulfilment: Kickstarter backers, then PledgeManager, then everything that is moving to the Good Omens HQ store will subsequently be made available.

You can also view the more general PledgeManager FAQ at terrypratchett.com.

We will keep PledgeManager and logistical notes present in all the monthly updates going forward, but felt this warranted a dedicated one-off.

These are available as part of the PledgeManager. Another beauty from our pin designer, Carl Sutton.

Thanks again for your patience. Back in the April monthly update.

In short: :)

The Good Omens Pledge Manager has launched:

those who missed the Graphic Novel Kickstarter: Now you can order the Graphic novel, not all things that were in the original Kicstarter are available but there is stil a lot of options and fuckton of lovely ineffable add-ons! :)<3

those who participated inthe original GO GN Kickstarter: you should an email (Dunmanifestin needs more information to fulfill your reward) with a link that logs you (if not log manually) into the pledgemanager and lets you edit the order (add new add ons) (yep, my wallet weeps :D<3)

The addons:

I mean... how can one resist for example these I do not know... :D

#good omens graphic novel #good omens #graphic novel #graphic novel kickstarter #merchandise #good omens merchandise #wahoo!

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grapejuice32 · 5 months ago

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Bored?

masterlist here JJ Maybank x reader

a/n: I'll try and catch up on updates and requests soon!

The two of you were at party, a mass text had been sent out about it and there was no way either of you would pass up on free alcohol. The two of you were a fairly new thing, JJ had never really dated anyone before and was just used to hook ups, and while you'd dated before, you'd never been official with anyone like you were with JJ. It was the first party the two of you were attending as a couple, and honestly, JJ was thrilled, he couldn't wait to show you off to everyone. He'd decided that the two of you could just go together and meet the rest of the pogues there, so that's what you'd done, he had picked you up on his bike, smelling like expensive cologne you were certain he has stolen at some point.

When you arrived, you were met with pounding music, the party was being held at some girl's house, you weren't entirely sure who she was but you weren't sure you or what was at least, a couple hundred other people, cared who was throwing the party, just that it was a Friday night and that there was alcohol. It'd taken JJ a few minutes to locate the others, stopping to get drinks for the both of you first, you made sure to stick relativelyclose by, not wanting to get lost in the sea of people, though you were sure JJ would find you in seconds in the case you did get lost among the sweaty bodies.

Not long after you got there, some girl, whose make up was down up as if she were attending the met gala, approached JJ, the two of you having momentarily moved away from the others for whatever reason, when you went to get a drink. She was quick to start flirting, placing her hand on his bicep when he payed her no attention, he had only pushed her off of him and ignored her advances. He had wanted for your return, not wanting to walk off and leave you stranded, when you had returned he'd placed a hand on your waist, his other holding a red solo cup of beer, and placed a kiss on your head. The blonde girl, who was obviously bitter about his rejection, glared at you, a sour look on her face. John B called JJ over and you just told JJ to go, that you'd be there in a minute, his pressed a short kiss to your lips and walked over to the others.

The girl's blue eyes travelled up and down your body, clearly judging everything about your body, your outfit and your style. When her eyes met your own, you offered her what was clearly a smile of faux kindness, she only scowled and stepped closer to you, " So, you're her."

"Her?" You asked innocently, tilting your head and raising your brows.

She scoffed, "You know what I mean," she took another step closer to you, her eyes making quick work of travelling over your figure again, "the girl who finally tied him down, it's never going to last. I mean," she moved her hand in a circular gesture in front of your face, "look at you. I mean, you're...nice looking, some might say, but none of that matters, you seem soft, too soft, he'll get bored."

"Oh really?" You quipped, sipping from your drink, "I mean, it's not really any of your business, is it?"

She laughed fakely, "Cute, his bitch has a bite to her. Do you seriously think you can keep his attention for that long? I mean, look at him," the both of you briefly looked over to JJ who was stood next to Pope, his head thrown back as he laughed, the vest he was wearing showing more than it concealed, "he'll get bored, mark my words."

A sigh left your lips and you ran your tongue over your teeth, "You wanna see bored?"

"What?" She frowned, clearly under the impression her words would have cause you to back down by now, "Is that a challenge or something?"

"Yes," your lips curled upwards, "yes it is."

"Alright," she composed herself, "go on. Show me how not bored his is with you."

You downed your drink and threw the red plastic cup at her feet, a smirk growing on your face as you walked over to JJ. You placed a hand on the sliver of his bare torso that was on display through the large cut-off sleeves of his vest. His attention was immediately on you, he threw his arm over your shoulder and pulled you into his side, kissing the top off your head and then pulling back to take a sip of his beer. The weight of his toned arm over your shoulder was a reminder that he was yours, but you weren't one to back down from a challenge.

You took some steps back, JJ following after you, the two of you now in the dark corner of the room, separated from the others who were closer to the main gathering of sweaty people dancing and grinding on each other. JJ's back was pressed against the wall, both his arms thrown over your shoulders, one of his hands still holding a mostly empty cup of warm beer. "What's up, mama? Hm?"

"Wanna make you feel good, J." You murmured, looking up at his face, his features highlighted by the blue lights in the room. On of your hands remained on the bare skin of his torso, the other grabbing onto the belt loop of his shorts.

He chuckled, tilting his head down so your foreheads were nearly touching, strands of his hair curling in front of his eyes. "Oh yeah, right here in front of all these people." The corner of his lips quirked up, he glanced over your shoulder, clearly cocking the blonde girl who had her eyes on the two of you, her jaw clenched, "You tryn'a prove a point, huh baby?" He asked as if he didn't already know the answer, bent his neck to press a kiss to your exposed shoulder, "Is someone jealous, hm?"

"Yes, want everyone here to know that you're mine just as much as I'm yours." You too him honestly, tugging at his belt loop, pulling his hips closer to you.

Another chuckle left his lips and he pulled back from your shoulder to lean his forehead against your own, "Go on then, prove your point."

Your hand instantly left his belt loop, making quick work to unbutton his shorts and slip your hand under the waistband of his boxers, your fingers wrapping around his already hardened length.You slowly pumped you hand the way you knew he liked, a low groan left his lips and he threw his head back. Your eyes were locked on the way his adams apple bobbed when he swallowed a moan, you pushed forwards and began to suck at his neck, desperate to leave your mark while you continued to mike your hand back and forth.

"Fuck," he gasped, his hips bucking slightly to meet the movements of your hand.

A pleased grin was on your lips as your lips detached from his neck, a prominent mark already developing. JJ's lips were parted as pants that bordered on the line of moans escaped him "What, you close already? You like knowing that someone could see?" You asked, knowing all too well that he liked it.

He looked back down at you, a light layer of sweat present on his forehead, "Fuck, you're so hot, mama." He all but moaned before capturing your lips with his own, pulling away all too soon to bury his face in you neck as a moan left his lips, his body stiffening as he finished in your hand. You smiled in satisfaction, slipping your hand out of his trousers, JJ pulled back from you and watched as you brought your hand to your mouth, cleaning off your fingers. He shook his head, as you dropped your hand from your mouth, and pressed his lips back to yours, kissing you as though he had been deprived of the feeling of your lips against his.

You faintly head the sound of him dropping his cup, his arms moving off of your shoulders so that he could grip your hips, pulling you in closer, your chest pressed against him. He broke from your lips, trailing kisses along your jaw to nip at your earlobe, "You're so good t'me, " he mumbled, "are you satisfied now? Hm?"

"Yo, J!" John B yelled over at the two of you in amusement, "Get a room, man."

The two of you pulled apart, laughing in slight embarrassment, "C'mon," JJ nodded over in the direction of the group and stepped away from you, swinging an arm back over your shoulder and leading the both of you back in the direction of the others.

When the two of you go there, you were met with various looks of disgust and amusement, "That was nasty, I hope you know that," Sarah commented, her nose turned up, Pope nodding in agreement.

You excused yourself to go and get drinks for yourself and JJ, you brushed passed the blonde girl who was stood there with a hateful look on her face, but you could only smile smugly, leaning in, your mouth near her ear, "How's that for bored?"

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forwards-beckon-rebound · 7 months ago

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dick grayson instagram hcs

basics

we are pretending dick is not a cop in this because i said so!

he's a professional model but also does perform at a local circus as a special guest

he's not actually going to the olympics (yet) but the american team has been trying to contact him for the better part of the decade so maybe you can convince him to go

he's kind of like one of your friends who you think is chill and normal but then you go to their ig and you find out they're something of a local celebrity?

everybody in gotham already knew him as bruce wayne's son but also he went semi viral on tiktok and got a bunch of new fans (and some edits) out of it

he used to have a less serious pfp but his management convinced him to use this one instead

followers + following

obviously you're there

as well as his friends and family

he manages to get away with following the superheroes since i mean, basically everybody else does as well

also a lot of industry people that he meets, both for modeling and gymnastics/trapeze

highlights

he is an abuser of the story function

will spend any opportunity to brag about his pretty girlfriend and all of the dates and trips you guys go on

he is weirdly good at taking photos, will give you tips on how to pose to get your best angles

also he has a lot of fans so he likes to post a photo of you every once in a while to remind everyone that he's happily taken

will also repost your work related stuff to be like hey look at how cool my gf is at her job!

dude has a million highlights that he updates for the fashion weeks each year

a lot of photos of his looks, him meeting with certain designers, it's mostly his team who posts this

same thing with his shows in the sense that it's usually other people (including you) taking photos of him while he's performing

but this is a more personal venture of his so he asks everyone to send him the pics and he decides which ones to post

will also repost stories from fans who came to the show!

oooh this man posts the most jaw dropping photos of himself

he will have just woken up and post a photo that makes you think it's so unfair how perfect somebody can be

he just likes to post when he feels good about himself and i support!

haley and (i did not come up with a name for your guys' cat so you guys can have fun with that!) also have their own dedicated highlight

it is exactly as cute and wholesome as you would think it is

there are even more highlights if you keep on scrolling. he has highlights for each year's fashion weeks, as mentioned, as well as trips you guys have been on (the most recent is a trip to greece and italy!)

posts

once again he's one of those infuriating sort of famous people who are like fine as hell but they post just enough cute and relatable content that he actually seems like a real and very nice guy (fun fact, he is!)

you can tell immediately when he's been on a trip because he'll have at least 3 posts up and they're all of the same place

you guys are like the photo taking couple

if you weren't good at taking pics before you started dating, his skills definitely rub off on you

he'll do the thing where he gets you to pose for him so he can take a photo of you and then you take the same style of photo for him

it's disgusting you guys have matching photos on your feeds of each other

if it wasn't already common knowledge that you guys are dating, i can imagine the conspiracy theory videos being like guys they were in the same place? at the same time? and they took the same type of pics? i think they're dating

he loves cooking with you (while i personally think it would be really funny if he can't cook, in some of the comics they do mention that he can cook, but either way he enjoys cooking with you)

you guys are like the parent friends who host dinner at their place and there's usually a theme surrounding seasonal ingredients and everything's plated really well

you probably watch cooking shows together and are now you can't serve a dish without some microgreens or sliced radish on top or something

also yes he did plan the picnic and he's quite proud of it

he watched all of those charcuterie board hacks to make the flowers and fancy cheese arrangements

and there were chocolate dipped strawberries, champagne with glasses, and freshly baked cookies (alfred might have helped with that one)

also yes he does wear glasses!!!! only at home when he's reading or staring at a screen too long. his prescription's not that bad

jason ver.

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wastingmylifesecondatatime · 2 months ago

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Wanderer Masterlist - Series

Updated: April 26th, 2025 🔞 = mature ✔ = completed Other masterlists: mother masterlist (2019-2024), mother masterlist (2025)

NEW ADDITIONS:

✔ Behind The Lens! by @ventismacchiato

↳ "You, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on Twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. You’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on Twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. That’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. The type of date that made you crave to see him again. The only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. Should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?"

↳ Chapters: 46/46 (added: April 26th, 2025)

Darling, Starling by @kararisa

↳ "Being the world-famous singer-songwriter "zenith", the limelight has been on you ever since the start of your career. However, the media becomes relentless when leaks of music you never meant to release begin to circulate. Your friend Scaramouche, meanwhile, seems to have gotten stuck while writing his second book. With a deadline fast approaching, he comes to you with a deal: act as if you're dating him so he can gather reference material and, in turn, he'll help keep the press' eyes off of your leaks until you release your next album. a win-win in your book, so why not help a friend out?"

↳ Chapters: 30/? (added: April 26th, 2025)

✔ Elysian by @floylia

↳ "After 7 years of enduring the media’s relentless pursuit of painting you as a villain, you’re forced to go on an indefinite hiatus with a tainted reputation on your head. However, just when you thought your career was over, a certain 5WIRL member wants you to feature on his solo album. Surely, this won’t affect your reputation once more, would it?"

↳ Chapters: 24/24 (added: April 26th, 2025)

✔ Keep My Heart by @aestherin

↳ "You find plenty of guys around you attractive, but there is only one you’re willing to make the first move on: the guy you first saw during your older brother’s soccer game. spoiler: he's a player from your rival university."

↳ Chapters: 24/24 (added: April 26th, 2025)

Stuck With You! by @ventismacchiato

↳ "After the disaster that was the live award show, where you and Scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. That's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. Before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. The only obligation is you need to end up with Scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. Whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!"

↳ Chapters: 21/? (added: April 26th, 2025)

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lizzy06 · 11 months ago

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Atsumu Miya x Reader Fic Recs!!

(Tumblr/AO3/Wattpad)

Haikyuu! Fic Rec Masterlist

Inarizaki Fic Rec Masterlist

A Debt Repaid✨ by matchumu (oneshot, sibling love)"Just keep the money." Atsumu repeats. "Don't think of it as a charity. Just think of it as a debt repaid."It was Miya Atsumu who bought the first Onigiri Miya store. [COMPLETED]

a world without you by my side by farozaan (oneshot, happy ending, waking up in alternate au, time travel) He wanted just a single day without his brother all around him. That would be paradise. Miya Osamu makes a wish and regrets it. [COMPLETED]

shrimply in love ✨ by @caelivir (oneshot, fluff) atsumu wholeheartedly prayed that you forgot how you first met, and for a while he believed that you did. that is until he finds the literal token from that day.[COMPLETED]

MSBY! Soulmate x Reader by @watevermelon (oneshot, fluff, slight angst to fluff, mutual pinning)You knew all about his personality, whether through the rumor vine or the numerous warnings your friends gave you. But there was no avoiding it - he was your soulmate after all .[COMPLETED]

The Boy Next door by @quirrrky (neighbors, humor, enemies to lovers, fake dating, friends to lovers) Your new neighbor is everything you’ll never ask for. Your life starts changing for better and for worse when Miya Atsumu rents the apartment next to you. The most unfortunate part? Everything about him. With his annoying good looks and equally irritating charm, how can you not resist the boy next door? [HIATUS??] <this is a lovely fic but has not been updated in a while, but I am still putting it up here !!>

In Screaming Color✨ by moonmayhem (oneshot, soulmate au, fluff)A soulmate AU where, if you dye your hair, your soulmate's hair changes as well. [COMPLETED]

an epilogue of sorts by mooshys (oneshot, fluff, humor)Atsumu wants to prove that he definitely knows his way around the kitchen by opting to cook dinner for you to celebrate your one year anniversary together. Thing is, he needs a little help if he wants to impress you tonight.[COMPLETED]

Shower Friends ✨✨by just_j(fake dating, enemies to lovers, fluff, angst)The dorm you live in has co-ed bathrooms. Why that’s even remotely a good idea is beyond you; and recently, your precious shower time is being interrupted by a certain blonde haired setter for the volleyball team. And when he lies to his teammates that he has a girlfriend, somehow you get roped into his scheme to convince them he does. [COMPLETED]

A Genius mess by @mimi-cee-hq (oneshot, fluff)Atsumu insults you, the quietest girl in his class. But as he gets to know you, your few words often leave him blushing.[COMPLETED]

(un)loving miya atsumu✨✨ by alicemitch09(angst, Unrequited love, Jealousy, Happy ending)You were 9 when you first met the Miya twins when you moved to Hyogo. The two boys would eventually turn to be your closest friends, as much as rascals the two can be. you loved one twin more than the other - a love that was more than friendship. Sadly, Atsumu obviously loved your big sister more. Of course he did, she was everything you were not.[COMPLETED]

incomplete song ✓✨ | angst, post break up | one shot | by @tooruluv

Hecklin' ✨by Airomi (fluff, humor) according to your experience, bothering someone so much that they fall in love. [COMPLETED]

Call You Mine [Miya Atsumu X Reader] by tsumusamu(friends to lovers, fluff, angst, mutual pinning)Being in unrequited love with your best friend sucks. It's even worse when the friend you're in love with is Miya Atsumu. [ONGOING]

That's My Girl by wttcsms(oneshot, smut) Atsumu Miya gets jealous.[COMPLETED]

Jealous atsumu ✨ by @etherrreal (oneshot, fluff, comfort)atsumu swears he’s not the jealous type, until the pictures you post with his brother prove him wrong.[COMPLETED]

little changes ✨by kuroopaisen (enemies to friend to lovers, past roommates )Miya Atsumu is the bane of your existence. but, that means different things at different times of your life.[COMPLETED]

Mind Boggling Pt 1, Pt 2✨ by @seokiloquy (soulmate au, fluff, humor)At particular times (Once a year/ certain age/ hours/ or randomly) soulmates swap bodies for some time.[COMPLETED]

“These Words” by @myhaikyuuthings (oneshot, soulmate au, angst)soulmate au your soulmates last words ever said are on your body, they turn red when said, first words ever said to you are on another part of your body, they turn gold when said.[COMPLETED]

with our fates tangled together by @chunhua (oneshot, angst to fluff) soulmates are bound together by a red string.[COMPLETED]

Unexpectedly yours by @love-nishinoya-yu (Soulmate au, oneshot) You have the same tattoos.[COMPLETED]

nice receive✨ by @tsumusamu (oneshot, fluu, humor) eight months into your relationship, atsumu takes you to meet his family. things don’t go as planned, but of course, everything ends up alright in the end anyway. alternatively, miya atsumu adores you and his family thinks it’s easy to see why.[COMPLETED]

I’m Here, So Sleep by @dokifluffs (oneshot, fluff, comfort) Warnings: anxiety towards school and life, overthinking, insomnia. [COMPLETED]

Set the Bar High by BeansNCornbread(enemies to lovers, fluff, smut, angst)A college AU where you work at an off campus bar and when Atsumu finds this out, he never leaves you alone. Classic enemies to lovers storyline with serendipity, snide comments, and a whole lot of sexual tension.[COMPLETED]

you're not the one✨ ✨ by heartcondemned (fake dating, strangers to lovers, fluff and angst) How to make your lifelong crush jealous and like you back? Easy.Fake date one of his friends. [COMPLETED]

So...What do Ya say? by @yourstarvic After finding your fiancé you have been with many years cheating on your best friend. You tried to confront them but they never showed up…So what do you do? You drink at the bar trying to figure out what to do. And who else there to help you if not the good looking stranger you met at the bar? [COMPLETED]

Email Me Why✨ by @yourstarvic(oneshot, fluff, humor)Atsumu needs to come up with the perfect email to go on a date with his captain's little sister. [COMPLETED]

You okay? by @yourstarvic (oneshot, angst) It's your wedding day, atsumu is sad. [COMPLETED]

lazy texter by myhugelove (fluff, humor, online friends to lovers) a short fic in which a schoolmate who is not on his phone much suddenly becomes great at texting when it comes to you. [COMPLETED]

you found me✨ by Amy_stark117(fluff, angst, eventual smut)Miya Atsumu had his life goals set - volleyball, fame, and success. Nothing could stand in his way. You threw all that out the window, simply by sitting next to him in class. [COMPLETED]

7 Reasons by Channelei(mutual pinning, fluff, humor)in which you realize why you fell in love with your hot headed, over-confident, cocky, arrogant asshole of a best friend.[COMPLETED]

then the moment came by @justauthoring (oneshot, soulmate au, loosely based of silent voice) It just never was the right time. Not then, not later, until it suddenly is and everything’s… different.[COMPLETED]

Diligence ✨by kaientai (friends to lovers, childhood friends, requited unrequited love) Diligence requires the courage of a fool who wouldn't think twice before walking into an open flame, and in the span of a few months, your childhood friend Atsumu proved that he truly is one of the biggest fools to date. [COMPLETED]

Forget me,too ✨ by @saintobio (oneshot, angst, hurt/comfort, past lovers) after a series of broken promises and unresolved arguments, perhaps all atsumu needed is to hear you say good bye for one last time.[COMPLETED]

sweetner ✨ by flying_raijin(fake dating, fluff, angst, humor)you're just being petty. Faking a relationship with the first guy in sight after the love of your life dumps you out of nowhere? [COMPLETED]

How He Shows You Affection by @jayeray-hq(oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

He’s My Best Friend by @jayeray-hq(oneshot, fluff)[COMPLETED]

White noise ✨ by 1keshi(childhood friends, friends to lovers, slowburn, fluff, angst) you force a therapist to listen to the story of how you fell in love with your childhood friend, because what else are you supposed to do? [COMPLETED]

A Bit Yours ✨by Declaraso (fake dating, enemies to lovers, humor) Atsumu's clumsy with words. You think he's a jerk. But for some reason, you both agreed to go through such a stupid plan.[COMPLETED]

The Breaking Point✨ by melremade(smut, oneshot)They say there’s a thin line between love and hate. When it comes to Miya Atsumu, it might as well be a brick wall topped with barbed wire and surrounded by a minefield. [COMPLETED]

Perfect Union by wttcsms(oneshot, fluff, smut, friends to lovers)[COMPLETED]

Laws of Motion by miyachondria (friends to lovers, slowburn)First comes love, then comes marriage, then comes baby in a baby carriage -- according to every other person.[ONGOING]

(1) One Missed Call by satorini (teetorini)(smut)You work for an anonymous phone sex business on campus, and you would have never guessed that your first client would be the Atsumu Miya—most popular guy on campus who sits three seats ahead of you in calculus. And you're pretty sure he doesn't even know you exist. [ONGOING]

One Day by flying_raijin()When you get asked by Vogue Japan to be the star of their "Day in the life of a Pro Volleyball player" video, you agree because you don't think there's much that could go wrong. Unfortunately, your boyfriend is an absolute menace, and decides to act as such for the whole world to see.[COMPLETED]

FWB by flying_siphonophore(fluff, smut, angst, mutual pinning)What comes after a kiss that shouldn't have happened in the first place?[COMPLETED]

lovestruck, watching over you by strawberricream(fluff, mutual pinning)in your second year of high school, you catch atsumu’s eye. he tries to get to know you when he realizes that it didn’t take much work to open you up. in your third year together in the same class, he realizes that the hard work came from elsewhere.[COMPLETED]

Storm Chaser by sunmoonstarsrain()Being with Miya Atsumu is like chasing a storm - equal parts exhilaration and danger. After all, it's impossible to tame a storm.[COMPLETED]

A Second Chance by Gremlin_Lord (Unplanned pregnancy, angst, fluff) Atsumu broke up with you 3 years ago. But fate had other plans and decided to reunite the two together with your kid along. [ONGOING]

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partycatty · 9 months ago

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dark star!johnny cage > shake it til you see it

johnny misses you... badly.

warnings: gross, graphic smut of him jorkin it. and by it. haha well. let's justr say. his peanits.

notes: for the lovely @inienil

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• johnny was an insatiable man. his sex drive knew no bounds, here and now was his favorite time and place. if you weren't around, however? he found other ways to satisfy the need.

• he was a sneaky, perverted freak in all honesty. he never leaked any images of you but he can't deny the existence of hidden cameras or propped up phones when your gaze is fixed elsewhere. a collection grew over time in one of his folders, your most intimate moments captured for his pleasure and his only.

• johnny had given you permission to be out for the night with certain parameters, namely to keep him updated and stay clear of any weirdos or so help him god he'd beat them into a hospital bed and then strangle them with the IV cord.

• but even still knowing you would behave, johnny missed you. he wanted to argue, fight, kiss, fuck, he didn't know for sure. he just craved your smell, your body against his, and... yeah, he wanted you to ride him right about now. the ache in his pants, the tightness pressing against his slacks was the telltale sign that his mind was wandering just a step too far. the saddest catch? you weren't around to fix it. he groans to himself, palming his cock through his pants with a deep frown.

• perhaps his hand would do for now, he considers, but it would have to be good. real good. porn doesn't do it, neither does his nearly-empty head. a smirk twitches at his lip as he pulls his phone from his pocket, unlocking it with trembling fingers. he'd never admit it, but johnny was desperate for you. as poorly as he could treat you at times, you made him shake, you made him stutter, and you made him harder than he's ever been with another partner.

• he inputs his passcode to the hidden folder quickly - the date you two first hooked up - and scrolls quickly, seemingly looking for one particular image, one he finds almost instantly. the phone propped against a bedside lamp, the scene is clear to him; you're on top for once, rocking your hips as you ride his cock, topless and flushed. you looked good, criminally good, and johnny feels himself twitch as he replays the memory.

• almost angrily, johnny grabs himself, sliding his palm up and down his hardened length through his pants, feeling it throb in response. for a split moment he worries of staining his slacks with this embarrassing arousal, and opts to swiftly remove his cock from its constraints and let it pop up to his stomach. reluctantly, he shrugs his jacket down his arms rather than up on his shoulders, letting it fall lazily around his middle.

• using his teeth and free hand, johnny bites down on his shirt, holding it up and letting the precum leak onto his now bare abdomen. his hand falls back to his aching cock, squeezing at the base and huffing to himself at his hardness. damn you, he curses you out in his head as he starts to slowly pump, spreading his slick along his shaft at a brutally slow pace. for once, he had enough restraint to start slow, wanting to relish in the pleasure that you refused to provide him by not being present.

• his eyes scan across what feels like every pixel, every curve of your body as he recalls the moment. you had begged him to be on top for ages, wanting to go at your own pace and convincing him with just enough head and wet eyes. when you had climbed on top, he knew already you, for once, had the right idea in mind as you lined yourself up with his length and pushed down, inch by agonizing inch. johnny wonders to himself in hindsight if he could've came from the sight alone.

• you were such a pretty thing, so obedient to go at his own pace until you weren't. in a way, johnny enjoyed this, watching you take control over something for once. the way your perfect form bounced up and down on his cock made johnny's pace increase with his hand, now stroking at a quicker pace.

• johnny felt dirty, he felt gross and yet at the same time he felt utterly empowered, drinking in the photo of you, huffing out small paced breaths through his teeth. his cock wept, his hand and shaft now properly soaked in his fluids, creating a slick sound that filled the bedroom that he would've been more ashamed of if he wasn't so damn horny.

• "stupid," he clenches his jaw harder, speeding up. "stupid, stupid girl, not here to... fuck-" he winces as he massages his tip, swirling his grip around it and causing his thighs to twitch and jolt at the brutal attention. "hhh-need..."

• bracing himself by gripping the bedpost, johnny death-grips his phone, eyes clenching shut. it was too much, all too much as he fucks himself into his hand, hips bucking involuntarily and delicious whimpers spilling from his lips. perhaps he was a bit too loud, though, as he failed to notice the padding footsteps approaching the bedroom door.

• "johnny?" your voice falls on deaf ears, curious to the sounds of pants and grunts sourcing from the barely open door. "i'm home, on time like you-"

• johnny squeezes at his cock, pulling himself from his trance as he makes eye contact with you in the doorway, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. not entirely embarrassed, however, johnny slowly but surely resumes his pace wordlessly, wincing to himself.

• "home early," he grunts through his teeth, letting his shirt drop back down. "you did this."

• "i wasn't..." you trail off, feeling weak at the sight. "how?"

• "not being here," he huffs, eyes burning into yours. "not being here and fixing this, fixing what you do to me." he stops for a moment and lets out a long breath, fluttering his eyes shut. "doll, you make me... so bothered, you know. it's very annoying."

• you're dumbfounded. here you were, having a nice outing with some friends when you come back to your shitty boyfriend furiously jerking off to... is that a photo of you naked? that's something you'll get on his ass for another time, not that he really cares what you'd say about it.

• "well?" his breathy tone tears you from your trance. "get the fuck over here and fix this before i make you." he looks at you expectantly, waving a beckoning hand your way. not entirely opposed to the idea, you drop your bag and kick off your shoes, heading toward the bed with a sway in your hip, making johnny's cock jump.

• as you make your way toward him, johnny's hands dart out hungrily, grabbing the first bit of flesh he could fit in his hand and drags you toward him, throwing you onto the bed face first. he climbs on top of you, shrugging off his coat to reveal his large arms. it's not a moment longer before johnny is rubbing his dick along your clothed ass, muttering under his breath words you can't make out when your face is smashed into the sheets.

• johnny's hand pushes onto the back of your head, pressing it into the bed as he grinds into your ass. he's quick to hike up the little dress you were wearing, exposing your panties to his member that seemed to weep in excitement.

• using his thumb, he pulls your panties to the side, exposing your pussy as your lower half is raised for his use. he spreads you open with his hand, slightly buckling in on himself at the sight. the insertion feels like an intrusion, burning your walls as he forcibly enters himself with no preparation. you don't miss the whimper that slips past his lips, one he attempts to turn into a more primal growl.

• "s'more like it," he purrs, sheathing himself fully inside of you, relishing in the way you hug his cock so nicely. "missed you, sweetheart, missed you bad."

• it burns sweetly as he stretches you out, and you're only left to cry out into the sheets as he fucks into you, his pace as rough as his insertion. he rocks in and out, the glide becoming easier as you grow wetter at the interaction. it was always hot to you how eager he was to fuck you, how hungry he was to use your body for his pleasure. it felt... honoring, that johnny cage wanted you this bad.

• your vision blurred, vague stars in the corners of your view as you're used, pathetic moans and cries muffled by your position. johnny seems so pleased about it all, cracking a wide grin. you were both in heaven.

• a hard smack claps on your ass, making you jolt and whine. johnny cackles at the sound, fucking deeper into you. one hand squeezes your hip, pulling you toward him with each thrust while his other hand holds his phone, recording with flash. usually, he wouldn't be so bold, but cat's out of the bag and he may as well hit all the angles for later usage.

• "j-joh-nn-ngh-y-y," his name comes out broken, interjected by moans as he bullies your cunt, the transition from nothing to everything at once making you fuzzy. "s'too... m-muuc-ch-"

• "don't be dramatic," he groans, his voice barely audible over the slapping contact. "let me have this, doll, please."

• please? johnny wasn't one to ask so sweetly, the sudden kindness makes your cunt to flutter around his cock and causes him to double over, letting out a long whine at the squeeze. his moan turns into a dark laugh as his pace becomes frenzied and all you're left to do is limply take what he gives you, pinned by his grip and stunned by his cock.

• it wasn't intentional, it truly wasn't, but johnny's pace combined with sweet words sent you close to your climax, closer than you wanted to be. you went from hesitant to needing it to last forever, never wanting this pleasure to subside as you knew next time he wouldn't be as sweet. you tried to tell him, you tried so hard but all that could come out were muffled, broken warnings of release coupled with how jelly-like your legs were becoming. johnny had to hold you up at this point, keeping you in place as he thrusts into you.

• "you like that?" he coos, leaning down to check on you. "you like being used?"

• "mhm," drool spills from the corner of your lip, spreading across the sheets. "cl-close, real clo-ose-"

• granting your unspoken wish, johnny tilts you over, flipping you onto your back and finally giving you a view of who was pulling you apart from your very core. johnny was frenzied, almost a feral look to his face complemented by a wide smile as he reenters you, bucking furiously. his eyes had a mischievious glint as he reached up to push the hair stuck to your face aside.

• he was a beautiful man, despite his morally grey behaviors at times. he was a greek god in form and motion, always knowing how to get you off and looking good while doing so. for just a moment, as your orgasm rides up on you, you find yourself falling in love with him again, pushing away his wrongdoings and replacing them with utter admiration for the man making love to you.

• your entire body snaps, back arching off of the bed as you cum hard, moans and whines coming out cracked and loud. johnny's not far behind, relishing in the way you spasm around him as he holds himself in place, pushing deep and filling you with his seed.

• "fuck," he pants, thighs twitching. he fixes his hair, moving it away from his face "fuck, i needed that."

• you're not entirely there, throbbing and sensitive from how his cock is now softening inside of you. his voice feels far away, you feel disconnected and so very weak. johnny sighs deeply before sinking down, laying between your legs and peppering kisses along your sternum. he climbs his way up before resting his head on your chest, and you breathlessly cradle him in your arms.

• "are you mad at me?" he asks weakly, looking up with wet eyes. "for, you know, being so rough."

• "you're always rough," you reply, looking up at the ceiling as you pet at his hair. at first, he winces at the motion not wanting to ruin his hair, but quickly caves when he realizes how nice it feels to be appreciated after sex. "it's alright. i got to finish, too."

• he looks up at you with a cocked brow. "you don't usually?"

• you frown. "no."

• "ah," he sighs, looking away. "s'pose i owe you a few more, then. you down for another round, or should i pull out another photo?"

• "do you record us when we have sex?" your question is blunt, knowing that dancing around it won't get what you want.

• his grin is cocky. "yeah. you look damn good stuffed full of my dick."

• "don't be gross," you grab a fistful of his hair, pulling gently and earning a whine from your boyfriend. "i didn't say you could record me."

• "i don't do anything with them," he pleads, propping himself up with the same cheeky grin. "me and me only. i'm never sharing something as good as this." he wiggles his phone in front of your face.

• "fine," you cave at his expression, at how honest he's come across as. "keep them, but no more. as for another round..."

• "sore?"

• "very," you nod. "be gentle this time around."

• "no promises," he coos, leaning down and pecking a chaste kiss to your lips before swinging a leg around you, now completely on top.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #johnny cage #mk1 #johnny cage x reader #johnny cage smut #mortal kombat smut

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