#but ig its better than nth

[laz-262]

whew almost done with this

[pearlsoceanworld]

If your requests are still open can I pls request nsfw aalto hcs with a female reader?🙏🙏 I love the way you wrote him in those hcs you posted!!

I am not good at writing nsfw butt I will write for aalto cuz he is my silly little princess<333

I didn't know if u wanted a sub reader or a Dom reader, so I did for both. I hope you like it, Anon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Warnings: sub and Dom dynamics for both aalto and reader, vibrator(for aalto), spanking(for both), oral(for both), light bandage? I think(for aalto), begging(for both), peging/dildo(for aalto), I think that's all sorry if I missed something 😅

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Nicknames: princess, sir/daddy, slut, good boy

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ Minors don't interact ⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Firstly, this guy will tease you. it doesn't matter if you're in public, be it in some fancy restaurant or at the comfort of your home. This man will not stop teasing you. it's like his life mission to rile you up and make you beg for his cock or my personal favorite (peg him) fuck the daylights out of him but we will get to that later.

It's definitely a switch. I don't think he has a preference as long as it feels good, but if you are shy, he doesn't mind taking the lead. Will treat you like the best pillow princess. You don't even have to lift a finger he will take care of you, but in only one condition (what? you thought this guy would be a soft Dom without anything for him? Smh) you would have to beg him for it call him Sir (or daddy I personally prefer sir) tell him his cock is the best and no fucks you better than him and he will go down on you like no other. But if you're being a brat and not giving him what he wants, he is going to edge you until you cry and give in.

Will eat you out like it's the last meal on earth, definitely the type to rub your clit while eating you out. Has you screaming his name with how deep his toung is going inside you. By the time he is done with you, you're trembling from your 4th or 5th orgasm you don't even remember at this point.

His favorite position would be either be doggy style because he loves to spank your ass or missionary because he wants to see your face as you orgasm for nth time(bud definitely gets of your face, almost cums when you're eyes cross and drool slips out your face)

I think he likes cum either on your stomach or your back there is just something about him seed painting that makes him want to fuck you more (rip that pussy ig). Would call his princess or his slut there is no in-between with this man.

Will run you a bath for you with rubber ducks and bubbles for you to relax. He would give you the best massage and kisses, and after the bath, he would cuddle with you. He is clingy and would not let you go the entire night.

Now, as for readers who are more on the dominant side (dw I didn't forget about you guys), this guy (read slut) will rile you up to the point that you have to punish him. Will act like a brat no matter what!! Bend him over the counter and spank him hard and put some vibrator on his cock and he will cum in minutes but if your feeling extra cruel tie him up and put the vib at low settings and don't touch him or speed it up no matter how many times he whines and when he is about to cum after who knows how long turn it off and watch him cry and call you cruel for ruining his orgasm but one glare is enough for him stop whining and cry out sorrys that he would not tease you again(we all know its a lie) and to please let him cum.

If you feel nice enough, give him a hand job or blow job, and he will start moaning and whining like a pornstar you almost wanted to record him(maybe I should write about aalto & reader being a cam couple🤔?) But right now, you were focusing on making him cum oh and don't stop after one keep going milk him dry after cumming for the third time his 'please stops' would turn to 'more please... more' and who are you to deny him.

And if he is being extra braty, peg him use the biggest dildo and fuck his ass till he forgets his own name and is smiling and blabbering nonsense. Ride him till he is milked dry, and there are absolutely no thoughts behind his barley open eyes.

Make sure to untie and give him a glass of water and run a warm bath for him, and don't forget the rubber duckies cuddle him and pepper him with kisses and tell him that he was a good boy for you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Pearl's notes: I hope you guys liked this it was my writing smut for aalto. If it was ooc feel free to tell me

In aalto we thurst:33

[antigenius]

Negativity... Begone. [Second Chance]

A/n: Here we are! I almost forgot to post it :”)) I’m also sorry that the lengths of these chapters are sporadic, I’m itching to post everything I’ve done already, but I’m holding back because I know it’d be bad to make myself be worried about this. Please message me if you’d like to be apart of the taglist!

Warnings: A very sad Sugawara, and some shock ig?

Taglist: @bakugou-jpg​ , @nyxdelanuit​ , @animefandomally​ , @icythotsenpai​ , @fallingintoimagination​ , @heyybrittannia​

So the story continues...

“I swear the colour changed!”

The walk home was filled with concerned glances from the people around the three, but Suga didn’t care enough to lower his voice. Daichi watched his friend in curiosity. Sugawara was cheeky yes, but he would never lie about something as precious as his soulmate, especially knowing his situation. He taps his chin in thought.

“Maybe you could ask the doctors?”

The boy sighed, twirling the string around his finger subconsciously whilst Asahi made sure he didn’t walk into a pole. “Mom would think I’d gone insane or something.” His eyes fall to the ground, downcast. “She already worried so much when I told her…”

He trails off, stopping in his tracks. His eyes brim with tears, but he swallows down his urge to bawl.

The two stop with him, watching. It wasn’t a normal sight to see; their most resilient friend, their most caring friend, the one that would hit them and shout “Negativity, BEGONE!”, crumbling out of desperation for a chance at true love. They couldn’t relate to him, their strings were red, as they should be.

Daichi places his hand upon his friend’s shoulder tentatively, knowing that Suga could and would break at any given moment. He was not only Suga’s friend, he was a captain. There was no time like the present to perform the role he was so proud of being.

“Don’t mind.”

The words tumbled out before he could really think about them. Asahi looked at him quizzically; the statement sounded insensitive, almost offending in a sense. Daichi continues.

“White string, red string, whatever colour string,” he rolls his eyes, “you have a chance, just like we had a chance.” He shrugs. “We could’ve never played volleyball again, we could’ve given up and forgot about being a powerhouse school, like we used to be.”

He sets himself in front of Suga, piercing gaze locking with sad brown eyes. “But we had a chance to win and we took it. You have a chance to find them, him, her, them, whoever, wherever. Fact is, there’s still hope, however small that may be.”

He finishes with a smile. “So when has a slim chance ever stopped us? Or you, for that matter?”

Honestly, he surprised himself at that point. He didn’t expect to sound so… Cheesy and inspiring. That was more Takeda-sensei’s job, or Asahi’s even. Sugawara himself would be a better choice in this sort of scenario. It seemed to work however, Sugawara had rubbed his tears away and puffed his chest, mimicking Nishinoya.

“Right, right.” He sniffles a bit, but grins. “Sorry, about, well…”

Daichi claps him on the back, knocking the wind out of his lungs. “Yeah, yeah, just stop crying. Negativity begone my ass.”

Suga smirks. “Oh? Shall I do it for you two then? You know, to disperse the negativity?~”

The so called ‘Captain’ tenses up, backing away from his friend in fear. “I-I think I’m good-“

“NEGATIVITY… BEGONE!”

He jabs both of the boys in their sides, causing them to double over in pain. They groan loudly, Asahi whimpering something along the lines of ‘I didn’t even do anything…’.

Well, at least Suga felt better.

~~~~

“Sugawara.”

The setter blinks, coming back down to earth. “Sorry sensei.”

Despite the pep-talk, Suga still felt desperate. A bit less than before, yes, but still utterly desperate. Hell, he’s always felt desperate, but it felt like the universe was mocking him. It felt like it was dangling hope right in front of his eyes, just to tease him.

Instead of dwelling on it further, he gets back into position, receiving the ball that was served to him.

‘Just focus. Focus, focus, focus.’

He really couldn’t, but he tried his best to. The elderly man grit his teeth in annoyance after watching him miss the nth ball this session.

“Take a break. You’ll get a penalty later.” He grunts. “Azumane!”

Suga hangs his head in shame, walking himself to the side and cleaning up any balls that came across his path. Hot tears prick at the sides of his eyes, and he clenches his fists. God, he just wanted to punch himself. He was so damn pathetic. Even after being cheered up,  after so many years of knowing the inevitable answer, his heart ached to think something different. Why? Why was he so stuck on it?

“Hey!”

Suga quickly wipes away his baby tears, a smile forcing its way onto his face. The smile freezes half-way as he realises who had called out to him.

Forehead damp with sweat, face red from running, (Y/n) heaved a breathless greeting to the silver-haired mess.

“S-sorry,” they wheeze, “I’m not as much as an athlete as you all, but I was scared I was going to miss seeing you guys!”

Sugawara cocked his head to the side like a lost puppy. “Miss seeing us?”

“Yeah! It’s pretty cool watching you guys play!” Their bottom lip juts out in a pout. “Though, I don’t exactly get what you guys do sometimes.”

Heat flushes into Sugawara’s cheeks. It flattered him that people other than the players enjoyed the game, or watching him fail, more like it.

“Thank you,” he rubs the back of his neck, an embarrassed chuckle leaving his lips, “if you don’t get something, you can always ask; we’re happy to help.”

They giggle along with him, not quite boasting the same bashful expression, but it was something along the line. “The thing I need help with is studies rather than understanding volleyball, but I appreciate it.”

The setter looks at him in curiosity. “Studies? I could help you, if you like.”

Upon hearing Suga’s request, (Y/n)’s eyes brighten in an instant. Their exhaustion is replaced with hyperactivity, lips weaving into a beaming smile.

“Really?!” They ask, almost bouncing up and down. “You would?”

Despite their loud, childish outburst in an adolescent’s body, Sugawara could feel his heart melt. His former misery trails behind him, grumbling as his signature cheery persona shows face.

“Sure! Whatcha having trouble with?”

They might’ve been sitting on the gym floor for a mere half-an-hour, but that half-an-hour felt so cleansing. They were funny, witty, charming, not to mention, a breath of fresh air, especially in the gymnasium reeking of sweat. For once, volleyball wasn’t on his mind in the gym. It felt a little freeing, not to just escape into the thrill of his favourite sport.

During their talk, Sugawara manages to glance at their hand. A light blue string connected from his hand to theirs, but the lilac string seemed to lead to nowhere. It went in the direction of their hand, but it continued after that. Internally, he sighs. Maybe he was getting so desperate he hallucinated. It was too good to be true anyway.

Time flies by, Sugawara had finished his penalty of five flying laps (a merciful day) with (Y/n) cheering him on. The two continue talking immediately as he finishes, and they stay behind to clean up.

“So, when are we gonna do it?”

Suga blinks. “Do what?”

“The study date!”

“A…” Suga screws his eyebrows together. “Study date?”

Realising how it sounded, they fluster around in a panic.

“It’s not what you think it means! I just always called things dates because it happens on a date, ya know?” They ramble, hands wringing together. “It’s like saying you have a girl or boyfriend! A girl that’s your friend! A boy that’s your friend! You know?”

Watching them go into a bumble about how words didn’t make sense, Suga lets himself smile in amusement.

“I mean, you’re not wrong.” He grins. “I just was confused is all. You don’t have to worry.”

Their blabbering stops. “R-right!”

They then place their hand in front of him, pinkie held out for a promise.

“You finish at five tomorrow right?” Their pinkie waggles in front of him. “We can go study at that new café and grab those gorgeous coffee shakes I’ve been craving for once you’re done.”

He stares at their pinkie. It looked normal, a lot smaller than his, but normal otherwise. No white string, no red string either, but he wouldn’t be able to see it either way. The only string he could see was the one that connected them together. A light blue string of friendship. He intertwines his pinkie with theirs, and his white string moves. It ties a knot between the two fingers.

They scream in shock.

[catal-ys-t]

TO ALL THE BOYS I LOVED BEFORE

Since the famous Jenny Han’s book is now on its second sequel on Netflix, I have decided to have my own version of Lara Jean’s ��unsent letter”. Who knows one of these guys might be my Peter Kavinsky, but oh, I highly doubt that. LOL

  To Mr. Know-It-All

Lots has changed since you left and being with you today seems new to me. The person in front of me right now and the person I cried about few months back is like a different person. Not that you change physically (actually you remain the same) but because I felt nothing. Feelings are just gone.

I can consider you one of the most mature "crush" I ever had. Because of you I learned that I am capable of liking someone so strong without really actually waiting something in return. Because of you, I came to know , discover and love myself even more. So Thank you.

Tho, I couldn't thank you enough for everything you did for me. You showed me how much you cared for our friendship, you saved me from my loneliness when I was starting this new life. You have given me great camaraderie that I could consider family. You taught me that life is not supposed to be always on my side, that I need to learn to let go and accept the idea that I can’t please everyone. You showed me the reality I needed to see.

I cried for you, not because you hurt me. I cried because I was foolish enough to believe in my fantasies that we could be together, that we could be more than what we are. You changed my outlook in love, life in general. You changed me. In a good way. Thank you for being who you are. Thank you for being a friend and a mentor. Your memories will always be cherished. 

To The “Fill-In” Boyfriend

I don’t know if you should be included here, I never liked you that way but sure, among all of them, you remain the consistent one. Consistent in a way that we are still the way we were since we’ve become friends. Maybe big factor of that is because we are not romantically involved. 

People keep shipping us together. They always quote, “sana kayo na lang” “bakit hindi nlang kayo” “bagay kayo” , sometimes I wonder if that’s true. I would be lying if I told you I did not consider you, because I did, not just once, but a couple of times. If maybe, just “maybe” we were on the same boat, I might give it a try, but we are not...and I am always reminded about our friendship. If I am not 100% sure about you, then why risk it? What we have is so special that I can’t afford to lose, especially you. 

You always supported me. Even in my craziest times, you never left my side. You know me well enough and that I could always run to you without worrying being judged. You know all my dramas and rants in life. You are definitely my ultimate human punching bag. 

You fill the role of being a “boyfriend”. : you took pictures of me in an IG worthy way, you surprises me with my favorites , you are accompanying me with my galas and whereabouts, you are always in game when I wanted to make fun and joke around. We simply get each other and these kind of things about us is worthy to be kept and I will do whatever it takes just to protect it. I hope you know how much you mean to me. 

  To Mr. Almost

I hate you for making me like you so much. We are the exact opposite when it comes to almost “everything” and yet you still manage to amaze me and flatter my heart in every single thing you do. 

We dated and hangout together, we texted and talked to each other until midnight, you waited for me after class; these are some efforts you did that I almost thought considering you. 

You were the first guy after J, I was willing to take chances with but at the end of the day, I still end up walking away. 

Life has given us so many chances to reconcile, too many times we lost touch and lost contact but keeps coming back. However, we both know that it ain’t gonna work. We were just too different. You said so yourself, it’s a good thing that we did not end up together because we will just hurt each other and ruin what we have. I couldn’t agree more. 

You made me happy. You made me angry. My friends don’t like you for me, but I ignored them because I was fixated on the idea of being with you. 

Until one day, I came to know that you were in a relationship with one of my friends back in high school few weeks after you flirted with me. W-H-A-T-A-J-E-R-K. *laughs*. But that’s okay, you see, I can’t stay mad at you knowing that we don’t really have the “label” to begin with. 

I was foolish to believe that you could change and be a better man for me, but maybe I am not the right person and reason for you to and you are not for me. But I was glad, that you’ve become honest with me and choose to be my friend rather than nothing at all. Thank you for saving us. 

  To My High School Sweetheart, 

Everyone has their “high school sweetheart”, someone they will never forget for the rest of their lives, and for me, that was you even we don’t get to go to the same high school.

Sooo Hi. This might be the nth letter I’m going to write for you. Actually, I already run out of words to say to you. I’ve been writing you a letter for ages but most of them was kept unread. I know you were too busy to care and none of those letters different with others; sorry’s and thank you’s  are probably the context. But do you know what is the difference this time? I am writing this together with the letters for the other guys I used to like and realizing how much you mean to me and how deep our bond was, than the rest of them. What I have with them  is nothing compared to what we had . It’s just magical that feels like it never happened. 

We were immaturely young. We don’t know what we are putting ourselves into. We barely understand what “love” really meant but one thing I am sure of,  you made me the happiest I could ever have been. It was like a dream. Your love was like a dream. I wish it never has to end. 

Half of me still regrets, half of me don’t. We hurt each other, caused each other’s pain, there are things that should not have been said and done. It ruined us and I know things between us may never be the same anymore, but what we had gave us the clarity and reality of what life has to offer. It was indeed a beautiful disaster.

I am who I am today because of that experience and I am so grateful to God that I came to experience such as this. I don’t know if it’s even close enough of what they called “love” but it  gives me opportunity to know myself more and realized what matters most in life.

I know God has His reason why it has to be with you. God gave me you, for a reason. We may not restore the friendship we had before, I know what we will have is better than that, besides, you are a family. 

J, Thank you for everything and I am genuinely sorry for all the trouble and dramas I’ve caused you. Immature e. hehe . 

You have a special place in my heart. Always have. Always will. 

I’ll see you soon. :) 

   To My Puppy Love,

It is funny how we never had the chance to become friends. You were friends with my friends, our families are friends, I am friends with your family but we are never friends. LOL. We were too young back then when I was infatuated with you, that I almost thought I was in love with you. I started dreaming about you and me; I even wrote my first poem for you, and oh, my first love letter is written for you too (which is read by your whole family *blush*).

I don't know what keeps me liking you for so long, maybe one factor is that we never been close, I really don’t know you and that the image of you I created inside my head is so perfect that no other guy could match it. In addition, the teased I am getting from our friends and family is endless.

I was crazy about you. You were the prince charming I’ve been dreaming since I was a kid. You were the boy in my fantasies, the love story I have written inside my head. But boy, I don’t live on fantasies anymore. I outgrow that fairy tale.

I remember that one summer when you console me because I was heartbroken. I don’t know how it started, I just woke up one morning and you were there joking around with me. And to be totally honest with you, I don’t know what to feel, I just ended up my relationship with someone and yet I was happy because you were there for me and it was so wrong to feel. That summer, I thought we could be friends…or maybe more. But no. You have a girlfriend, you told me how much you loved her and I am overwhelmed with your honesty. I liked you more for that, but not in a way that wanted you to be mine. I knew back then that I am still not over J and I am just trying to forget the pain. After that summer, we are back in our normal…we never talked again.

 For me, you will always be that person I never had the chance to be friends with, which is by the way for the best, because I want to keep your image pure and innocent. Lets keep it that way.  

Nevertheless, I have to tell you how much I owe my childhood years to you. You made it more colorful and exciting. You inspired me so much and you have been part of the person who am I today. Thank you.

All Love, 

Jes.

[latinlatte]

Vulnerability’s Overwhelming Presence in Social Media

There’s a trend that I (and I’m sure many other people) have noticed recently when influencer’s express vulnerability on their social media accounts. 

Since its inception, the Internet has been a platform in where people relish at the opportunity to create a personality profile that may be completely different to their offline equivalent. An individual can portray themselves as dripping in luxury items 24/7, or another could become the paragon of social justice; or there could be someone who just wants to start drama with every person they come in contact with. Online, there really is no cap on what direction you want to take, or how often you want to change who you are. Influencers, however, have a more difficult time achieving this freedom due to their curated identity being the thing that makes them money. That’s not to say that ALL influencers are fake or develop different personalities in order to be successful, but imo there’s a sliver of truth in this.

When looking at the beauty and wellness community, for example, both top and mid-tier influencers tend to have an intensely curated look and feel to their channels and IG pages, fresh and edited to look as relevant as possible. The caveat here, however, is that the audience eventually loses interests in overly curated content, and viewership begins to wane. This is what influencers are currently dealing with on all social platforms, and it seems like none of them really understand what’s the cause of it, when the answer may be as simple -and much closer to home- than they think.

The influencers who tend to express concerns about their viewership declining tend to be the ones where their tastes in products grew into a price range that the audience could no longer afford. This problem is exacerbated by them receiving so much PR that entire videos are dedicated to unboxing the sent product. While some viewers seek channels whose sole purpose is to be seen dripping in luxury, you’d also notice that said influencer’s numbers are not as affected. There’s a reason why the one who doesn’t care to be materialistic on camera does better than the other who attempts to be wholesome while holding an expensive exfoliator.

The problem is not just that you outgrew your audience, it’s the fact that you don’t understand that it’s a problem in the first place.

So the individual continues to post curated content that neither feels fresh nor benefits the audience it was developed for, and the more the influencer pushes, the more said audience considers that person “fake” or “disingenuous.” The reason why the materialistic influencer has consistent viewership is due to them accepting their personality and feeling comfortable in it, whereas the wholesome attitude that comes from the latter user, while it may not entirely be a facade, is most likely amped up to the nth degree on social media, which is easily seen through by their audience, and the lack of relatable content plus their suspiciously saccharine personality tears influencer and said audience apart.

Now it’s time to introduce the newest trend sweeping social media by storm: vulnerability.

Given the social climate in the U.S., where society is beginning to unravel and acknowledge some of its problematic behaviors, being empathetic and sensitive to these transitions are prevalent in general day to day conversation. For influencers, however, it seems that this change suggests that their vulnerability is something that will pique the audience’s interests once again, and also helps with the possible issue of disassociating from your online personality. So the influencer now has content that they deem relevant and fresh again, which is to appear as down-to-earth and vulnerable as possible on their social accounts, usually through vlogs or insta-stories. To an extent, their hunch is correct: everyone can relate to someone going through hard times, or feeling anxious and/or depressed, or having a personal trauma that distances you socially. Seeing someone in such an influential position can help normalize some of the stigmas in our society, which is important work in and of itself. The problem that we as viewers run into, however, is that vulnerability itself has become curated.

Watch any major influencers apology vlog or “opening up” insta-story in the past few months and I guarantee you will find a video or thread of stories that (generally) has the following formula:

1. Sitting on the floor, typically by the couch 2. Little to no makeup 3. Introducing the video by crying freely for 10-20 seconds (if it’s a vlog) 4. Announcing that you’ve been crying for the past x amount of minutes (if it’s an insta-story)

Now, here it branches out dependent on the content from the video. If it’s an apology video, you’ll typically see a roundabout attempt at apologizing for whatever it was that the influencer did, or more rarely, someone actually apologizing for their actions. If it’s a video opening up about your feelings, you’ll usually get content that possibly feels genuine, but the way it’s presented comes off awkwardly. Realizing that the video not only follows a formula, but may also be monetized (which I recognize some people may not care if such a personal video is flagged for revenue), lessens the effect it has on the audience, and once again, the influencer runs into their age old problem of coming off as disingenuous.

Influencers have also blamed YouTube and Instagram’s algorithm for the dip in their viewership, and given that I am not a person of influence, I can neither confirm nor deny that with personal experience. A recent article I’ve read sort of broke down the algorithm change in Instagram, where before the change, your photo’s engagement was at its peak for the first 72 minutes of it going live. Now with the updated algorithm, your photo is less likely to top the feed when it goes live, dependent on the engagement of the photo. However, the photo lasts longer on the feed and has the opportunity to surface more often than before. I’m an unsure if the algorithm change is something that has long-term benefits/short-term losses, and those who are counting their money now can’t see how it may benefit them in the future, but for now Influencers have taken different strategies to amend their losses. 

A majority of users have now taken to Insta-stories, a quick and easy way to create content on the fly in order to engage your audience. “Take a look into my day to day,” the influencer entices, and the viewer, for a while, is entertained. But let’s be real, unless you’re open about every endeavor, the content that one could show day-to-day quickly becomes redundant, and we run into the good ole issue of viewer fatigue.

The subject of vulnerability is a touchy one, because no one is suggesting that people can’t express themselves and be open about their vulnerabilities. I personally encourage both those with a media presence and those off the grid to share their personal experiences as they see fit. What I can’t back, however, is what seems like a manipulative attempt to become relevant again by taking advantage of such a raw form of expression. When you, as the viewer, watch someone “come out” or speak about their trauma, you see the pain or nervousness that comes with these topics. Now, what you see from the major players on social media are overly curated videos of vulnerability that seem like a generic store brand of eye drops.