#predilection

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Today's word of the day is...

Predilection

[Noun]

Definition: A preference or special liking for something.

Example Sentence: Jane had a predilection for sweet-smelling perfumes.

[fieriframes]

[Predilection.]

[femboylupus]

THINGS I LIKE:

🌸 Being slutty 🌸 Wearing high heels 🌸 The feeling of nylon on my skin 🌸 Anklets 🌸 Mini skirts 🌸 A thong between my buttocks 🌸 Getting grabbed 🌸 Being collared and leashed 🌸 Being told what to do 🌸 Being on my knees 🌸 Giving a blowjob 🌸 Getting spanked 🌸 Wearing a butt plug in public 🌸 Anal training 🌸 Older men 🌸 Dominant men 🌸 Black bulls 🌸 Big cocks 🌸 Getting gang banged 🌸 Cum all over my body

[To be continued]

[ngeruma]

"Predilection" | Perpetual Testing #263

By pinkdiskc

Mono Portal induced, heavily belated pauses of contemplation, as we try to pick a favourite out of the two cubes, and deal with one of them being incredibly reluctant to face its impending fate. 

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Le ciel hurle .

J'aperçois le chasseur tirer des ventres de femmes hors de son fusil.

Il en naissaient des enfants chaotiques car ici le vide crie.

Mon corps est vide et même le verre à moitier pleins à la goût d'un néant et d'un nuage sans âme .

Une larme accouche d'une cigarette puis se tait pudiquement et ne sort pas de l'oeil .

Les arbres pleurent et le ciel vomis des corps 

Je n'exprime rien et je dis tout .

Je suis le cri de cette torture ,celui de vivre dans un corps violé ,subissant a jamais les sévices de celui ci ,comme si ma peau était une prison et le ciel ses barreaux .

Alors je me tait.

Je suis le volcan du mutisme froid qui explose dans l'incandescence de tout les cri quand il ne se tait plus .

Je suis la tension de ce corps que je ressent à moitier mort,ce corps violé ,battue , maltraité.

Il m'enferme dans mon âme dans laquelle je bois la tasse de la peur existentielle .

Le moindre regard transpirant la froideur ,la moindre parole ferme envers mon être est un cri me rappelant que j'ai la place d'une alien dans un monde aliéné par l'humain et tout leur formatage .

Un chien aboie .C'est comme si le ciel hurlait et quand je perd une simple pièce de monnaie c'est comme si un grand vent vomissait les tripes de l'éternité .

Une caresse un peut trop brusque est un coup de poignard.

Une larme est un raz- de -marée.

Un regard d'une seconde est le cri de Munch et son tableau dans la nuit qui hurle le Rouge de ses tripes .

Je suis sous l'emprise du ciel en poudre bleu trop pure .

Je le renifle et j'en fait un bad trip .

Le verre se brise alors sur le sol sans saignement hors de la peau .

C'est un simple verre qui ne fait aucun dégât mais c'est toute mon âme qui explose dans la vocifération extrême de ma chair .

Le ciel hurle.

Je suis son cri .

Ma personne est un cri .

La moindre des respirations et le moindre souffle de mes cils est un battement de cri ,un vomissement ,un rire qui fait trembler la terre 

Tout est extrême et tout est vide 

Tout est vie et tout est mort 

On tend vers la mort et puis on en vit trop .

On en vit trop puis après on meurt comme une fleur qui ne sais si elle dois faner ou continuer à hurler le soleil à travers ses pétales,

 alors elle fait les deux .

Vivre est devenue une résistance.

Malgres tout le confort matériel,l'art et l'amour de l'autre qui n'est tout de même pas apôtre ,la plupart du temps en vérité ,je vis et renaît trop tout en survivant à l'extreme.

Le ciel hurle encore.

Il me paraît absurde ce monde 

Toutes ces rues bétonnées avec les odeurs de pollution puis ce grand ciel bleu niais et vide croyant contraster avec la laideur de la ville est tel un enfer.

Les bruits d'avions dans le ciel me plongent dans un état de mélancolie existentielle tellement immense.

Elle me poignarde ,cette tristesse folle aux lèvres sanglantes.

J'aimerais parfois partir quelque part ,sur une autre planète,dans un autre pays où peut être même dans l'au delà là où ce ciel bleu si vide dans sa tristesse mais que personne ne vois ne me poursuivra plus .

La drogue ,les bouffées de cigarettes et la colère deviennent ma pudeur ,une pudeur agressive et violente qui hurle pour cacher la profondeur de mon âme .

Cett pudeur est pourtant dans un autre aspect si sensible ,douce , spirituelle,féminine et affectueuse tout en contrastant avec la puissance fragile de cette femme terriblement forte ,trash et féministe qui est en moi.

Je suis vide des tripes jusqu'à la tête alors pour combler le néant je me remplie du chaos .

Le ciel hurle toujours.

Un Arc en ciel Jaune est née ,c'est moi .

Je parlerais d'Arc en ciel Jaune car l'Arc en ciel est la plus belle et grande des mélodies céleste et le Jaune est ma plus belle souffrance,ma plus grandiose joie , mon plus beau regard ,mes plus belles tripes et ma respiration la plus véritable .

Un Arc en ciel Jaune est née .

Je regarde le Jaune et l'extase de ma nuit noire absolu qui à trouvée en elle un fragment de lumière.

Elle s'accouche hors de tout murs du son et barrières .

Je me dis alors que cette Couleur est au final et peut être ma danse de l'âme préférée .

Le Violet se tait et voyage dans sa profondeur

Le Vert respire grandement , médite et contemple 

Le Rouge crie de rage ,de fougue et de vie 

Le Bleu chuchote ,s'envole et rêve 

Le Orange jouie ,crie et rie dans des larmes enflammées

Le Rose prend l'âme dans ses bras et la nourrie de sucre de fleur et de rêve 

Le Jaune lui s'exalte souvent si sincèrement mais parfois aussi pour cacher sa quête de sens , celui de son âme et de la vie .

Il crie l'éternité de l'âme là où la mort est un simple rond point sur une route qui à toujours été droite 

Le Jaune est la plus joyeuse des souffrances 

Il est l'enfance douce, naïve et fragile qui ne veux pas grandir dans ce ciel qui hurle son néant.

Il est au final un immense paradoxe car il est aussi l'illumination si puissante mais si violente à la fois ,celle qui est aussi mature qu'une des plus vieilles âme à jamais connue .

Aucune frontière n'existe.

Le Jaune perce l'âme comme il perce les veines

Le Jaune s'injecte dans les tréfond de l'être .

Il se vomis,se crache ,se rote ,se saigne ,s'accouche ,s'aperçois même dans les plus profondes des abysses .

Il peut s'entrevoir dans le plus infinie des trous noirs de l'éternité .

Aujourd'hui un Arc en ciel Jaune est née un dimanche ,du ventre d'une femme déesse qu'est ma mère car toutes les maman sont des étoiles trop vivantes dans le ciel trop vide .

En vérité il y a des Arc en ciel Rouge ,des Arc en ciel Violet ,des Arc en ciel Bleu ,Vert et autres.

Nous sommes toutes et tous un Arc en ciel quelque chose ,un pays sans frontière,une histoire sans barrière avec une spécificité particulière parfois expansive mais plus souvent reniée pour se conformer à la société.

Il n'y a que Dieu le plus grand des poètes marginaux qui peut être un Arc en ciel tout court et sa mère elle est l'Infinie Absolue.

L'Éternité est une Femme ,son enfant est Dieu 

Tout sort et crie d'une vulve comme l'Arc en ciel Jaune s'accouche pour faire naître mon enfant qui est l'Art ,la peinture et la liberté qui abbat le moindre mur et le néant

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Nébuleuse

[minjoonalist]

Predilection | Chapter Four

Pairing : Jikook x Reader [Feat. Taehyung]

Words: 2.6k

Genre: Angst, Eventual Smut, Fluff

Warnings : explicit wording, petty reader, flirty jimin, jungkook being ass still, cursing. uhhh pretty simple but short.

Description: you want him, he wants you, but he also wants him, and him wants you- but him hurt you. So You hate him.

Author: I’m not continuing this but this would be a waste if I let it sit here. So I’m privately posting it. Maybe I could just write a one-shot and call it a day but who knows, there's still two , 20k+ fics I have to finish lol

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Awkward…this is so awkward.

In the past few minutes your professor had left or all three of you, not one word has been spoken as you stood in front of the emotionless couple staring you down.

There's a million times you’ve thought about when you would first talk to Jimin and let's just say this definitely wasn’t how you imagined it, nor how you thought you would be feeling.

As he stood beside Jungkook, his dragon-like eyes bright and never blinking- you felt the swarm of butterflies tickling your tummy and under all of that, a sick feeling of fear rooted deep within the pit. At this moment, you wanted nothing more but to hold on to Tae, but as your eyes found him completely enamored with the light hair man a few feet away-there was no doubt you wouldn’t be talking to him anytime soon.

Although, somehow you know he’s definitely on high alert for your first meeting with both of them. Even when his love struck eyes would find their way back over to your trio, he’s aware of how horribly wrong your entire conversation can go. The second something seemed off, Taehyung would be over your way and ready to kick someone’s ass in a heart beat.

“Well?” Suddenly the deep voice of Jungkook chimes in between both of you “Are you going to speak?” He asks rather impatiently. Immediately, you look to him, fierce eyes snapping in his direction- but the second you do...you regret it.

Completely opposite of you, Jungkook’s gaze seems unnervingly cold and more than usual, which doesn’t help the nerves attacking you at the moment. He doesn’t flinch either, stare pinned to you as if you were the one who caused everything happening right now.

You swallow thickly, your teeth chewing on the inside of your lip as you search for anything to say that won’t make you look like a bigger idiot than you already were. Let's definitely not talk about the kiss...You think to yourself and inside you felt even more guilty, standing in front of the other boyfriend while silently trying not to freak out from the way Jungkook’s touch still lingered on your lips.

This is beyond screwed up.

“Ugh Don’t be an ass kook, can’t you see she’s just nervous?” Someone else talks and your heart skips.

In an instant, your gaze shoots back over towards the boy with the silver hair- shock written all over your features once you find him giving you a small smile. When your eyes lock again, it gets even bigger.

“Hi, I’m Jimin.” he speaks again, but this time his tone is warm and inviting, pulling you in the second you hear it. His voice is light, almost enough to make anyone’s heart melt. It's way higher than Jungkook’s, but also naturally sensual- just like the way he carries himself. All in all it was a dangerous combo and you wouldn’t be surprised if Jimin was constantly able to use that to his advantage.

Suddenly, you feel your airway getting closed off and try to open your mouth- the effects of realizing you were very much not prepared to talk to him. 

“I uh-” it shuts. 

here it was...you’re choking in front of your crush.

“You’re y/n right? Jungkook’s told me a lot about you.” He then adds while holding out a slender hand with multiple silver rings on it. You look carefully at it, eyes running along multiple veins and the inked number 13 covering the pale parts of his limb. They follow up his muscular arm, back to his face and Jimin watches you closely- a spark in his eyes that has electricity running along your body, shocking you into alertness.

Fuck, he’s even more gorgeous in person…

“Oh…” You breathe while outreaching your hand towards him, but not forgetting to eye Jungkook strangely. “That’s not good.”

Jungkook’s face hardens from beside you when he hears your reply and Jimin glances at him while stifling a laugh. “ Don’t worry it was actually all good things. you’re sweet, smart, a little reserved but very generous to your friends- including him.” He assures you, grinning so wide his teeth even shined perfectly. “and here I was just thinking you’re an adorable little flower.”

you cant breath.

“Uh wow, thanks.” You nod slowly, still unsure and you were trying not to dwell on his compliment of actually finding you cute. 

You shrug still trying to regulate your breathing- your hand finally falling in his. To a naked eye, they look smaller than an average guy’s hand, but once you were close enough- his hand completely engulfs yours, grasping it firmly but delicately at the same time. God you swore your knees would buckle any moment, you honestly couldn’t count how many times you thought about those same hands running along your body...-No, now is not the time.

You suddenly clear your throat. “ I would’ve thought he had more to say.” 

“It’s probably because there isn’t much else to tell about you.” Jungkook suddenly mumbles, eyes glued to your joined hands. “Despite what you think, she’s not exactly an interesting person Jimin.” He then says before crossing his arms together and had you not been too distracted by the motion- you’d given the boy the nasty remark hidden in your mind. Instead something else catches your attention...

It’s probably just you being sleep deprived or how that thick, tight material enhances it- but there was no stopping your gaze from flickering towards Jungkook’s biceps bulging within his leather jacket. You felt your mouth going completely dry and it’s not long before you’re catching yourself with a wave of panic rising within you. 

Did you... seriously just check him out? stop.

Jimin snorts and something must be wrong with you because even that was attractive enough to make you swoon. “Yeah, because you have such an eventful life Mr. I watch anime and eat junk food all day.” Jimin teases his own boyfriend.

“No, I eat salads...and unlike you, I go to the gym five times a week…” Jungkook mumbles in a childlike manner.

“Only when I’m shoving them down your throat and not everyone is a gym rat- If I had muscles then I wouldn’t need you.” Jimin then replies while rolling his eyes and turning back to you “anyways, this isn’t about you, I’m trying to get to know our new friend.”

Jungkook scoffs from distaste “Your new friend.“

“Kook, Shut the fuck up.” Jimin suddenly snaps, while still managing a sweet smile in your direction.

You bite back your own amusement, as Jungkook’s attitude spirals from the order and he mumbles something anyway under his breath before glaring a storm in your direction- you pay him no mind. No, not when the Park Jimin had taken the liberty to step closer and into your space.

If you felt enthralled before then there was nothing else to explain what happens when the breeze around you carries his cologne up to your nose again. You inhale it slow and deeply, not wanting anyone to notice you becoming faint from the rich crisp scent.

Wow he smells good.

“So…” He continues, running his eyes downwards over your body and slowly bringing them back to you. He’d given you a simple once over and he’d hoped you couldn’t notice the lust beginning to form in his gaze “You’re the unfortunate kid staying with my boyfriend and I. Can’t imagine you were too thrilled about that, especially not with how much of a grouch Jungkook is.”

You glance back at Jungkook himself, watching the way his eyes slowly narrow in on you. In your mind, you had begun to wonder if Jimin knew how much you actually hated his boyfriend and if so, did Jungkook actually tell him about your past relationship?...did he also tell him about your crush?

God, please no...on instinct you suck your lips in, biting down on one.

Although, giving you a menacing stare- you see when he follows the habit, his gaze flickering down to your mouth. You could then feel your entire body stutter. Jimin’s words are muted in front of you as something registers in Jungkook’s eyes, throwing you off completely. Before you know it, a slight pink tinge falls over his cheeks and he clears his throat, as if suddenly snapping himself out of whatever short trance he’d gotten into.

You look back to an expectant Jimin.

“...I’m sure I can manage. You seem very nice, so you’ll probably make up for him anyway.” You then say to him, your cheeks warming from the predicament even more. You honestly hoped both of them couldn’t tell- actually where was a black hole when you needed one?

He grins again, but this time it seems different…like as if you’d just told him an inside joke. Jimin’s smile seemed warmer- or ...was it just making you warm? Either way, it successfully tugged at every nerve of your arousal, shocking you how he could make such a common action seem forbidden and like no one should be witnessing it in public.

“Yeah, I can.” He says just as innocent while tilting his head slightly and never breaking eye contact with you. Though none of it felt that way, in fact you’d just noticed that Jimin was still holding your hand, his firm grasp gradually transferring heat up your arm.

How exactly were you supposed to survive a full week of this?

Everything made you think of what Jungkook had told you the other day…“Well my boyfriend wants to fuck you in more ways than one…so I’d say pretty damn lucky.”.

You never believed Jungkook, in fact you remember very clearly stating so- but with each minute of this short interaction passing by, you were beginning to think that the asshole might really be telling the truth. It was the little details that had goosebumps prickling all over you, his smile, the deep drop in his voice that you were sure was solely meant for bedroom talk and you could count the heart stopping gaze he had along with that. Basically, almost everything about Jimin right now screamed sex, or at least that was his aim.

Suddenly your eyes widen...there's no way this is actually happening… the thought is like a whisper in your mind and a chill falls over you because of it.

Jimin continues on, oblivious to your inner turmoil. “So I’m guessing we should talk about our parts in the project right? Or do you want to go over living arrangements first?”

You bite the inside of your cheek, the last thing you felt like thinking about would be that you’re living with the both of them this week. “Maybe the pro-”

“-I think the living arrangement would be pretty easy to settle though.” Jimin continues and you wonder if maybe he’d been asking rhetorically. “ I mean of course Jungkook and I will share a room and I doubt the professor didn’t make sure the suites had plenty of them.”

You could swear heat was rolling down your back. “Uh yeah I think so, would definitely be weird to be honest. We’d all be in each other’s space.” You agree, not sure where exactly he was going with that statement.

For a second...and by a second, you think is actually a really long silence...Jimin’s eyes seemed too wicked for your liking. Maybe your mind was playing tricks on you or maybe you were just being that damn naïve to come up with any excuse that Jimin might not actually be trying to seduce you. You may be a dumb bitch crushing on happily committed man, but you sure as hell weren’t blind, even the way Jungkook had been reacting to you lately had a throbbing pain forming to your temple from how much you’d been over thinking.

His eyes stay boring into you, as if he needed you to understand his next answer. “Well maybe it’s a good thing Jungkook and I are excellent at sharing.”

...Something.explodes.in.your.chest.

You blink a couple of times because you’re sure that the innocent smile accompanied with the heaviness in Jimin’s voice isn't adding up to how you wanted someone to come kidnap you and lock you away forever. Your mouth felt dry and you won’t even acknowledge how the rate your heart is hammering in your chest could send you to the hospital at any moment now.

“Jesus Jimin, you’re going to give her a heart attack.” Jungkook suddenly huffs while stepping closer to both of you and going behind Jimin to wrap his arms around his waist- ultimately pulling him back from you. “ Ease up, you sound like a predator…you can drop your little act.” He finishes just as he places his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder and sends you a nasty look.

Jimin chuckles and while glancing behind him, he adds a vicious undertone to his words. “I’ll drop mine when you drop yours babe.”

“Fuck off.” Jungkook hisses looking right back at him.

You blink while staring between the two completely lost...what the hell were they going on about?

“Why do you look so confused? Are you that slow, you already forgot what I told you?” Jungkook’s voice brings you back from within your cotton filled mind.

You look back over to them…

“About what?” You then ask playing dumb and not wanting to admit anything to them- because you were slowly becoming terrified of the possibility that what you were thinking might actually be your reality.

He rolls his eyes while shaking his head “Of course, clueless as ever, I swear you are so predictable.”

In the midst of your mental breakdown, you have enough presence to hear the nastiness in his voice, your anger spiking easily from his continuous insults. You grit your teeth and your hand twitches on the side of you. “Then I hope you can predict these fingers going across your face.” You then smile sweetly at him “-Or would that be too quick for you to comprehend like the first time?”

You would almost flinch the way Jungkook’s eyes turn into lasers towards you.

Jimin arches his brow as he chuckles, a look of shock and amusement on his face “Holy shit, you slapped him? When did that happen?” He asks a bit too curiously while looking between the two of you.

Meanwhile Jungkook straightens from his slumped position and you don’t think you’ve ever felt so intimidated by his aura before. Even back then, you honestly always thought the kid would never hurt a fly- but that had completely changed now with the way he’d slowly back off from Jimin, stepping closer towards you, which ultimately has you stepping back. 

The last time you let him too close, he actually kissed you...

“--Woah, woah! Kook calm down. Look whatever happened to you two, it's in the past okay? Besides knowing you, whatever you did to cause that reaction from her, I have no doubt you deserved it.” Jimin tugs him back a little- but even you could tell he wasn’t realizing how serious this situation might seem. 

As he smiles, it's infectious the way Jimin has your attitude lifting when he laughs from the new info, your anger calming as he continues to tease his boyfriend for his situation.

Jungkook, not so much…

“...I kissed her.” He frowns hard at Jimin and watches with what you assume was slight satisfaction in seeing how wide Jimin’s eyes go once he hears those three words.

You on the other hand could feel your smug smile drop at the same time as his boyfriend’s and along with that, your heart as well. Did you think Jungkook would admit that he basically cheated on his boyfriend with you, in front of you? No. But what's worse is knowing that it was on the man that made your heart skip three beats per second.

Fuck.

You watch the both of them in silent horror, all you could do was swallow the shallow lump in your throat at how fast this situation had changed before you.

Jimin steps back suddenly, expression going blank and he looks over to you once again before going back to Jungkook confused as ever. “What?”

Okay so now this is really awkward.

[biaswreckmepls]

A Seokjin In Shining Armor

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21291578

Author: predilection

Rating: Teens and Up Audiences

Relationships: Kim Namjoon/Kim Seokjin

Status: Completed

Chapters: 1/1 (3660 words)

Tags: Fake Boyfriend AU

Summary:

Still, Seokjin hears it, loud and clear, when someone sitting at the table next to his says, "Come on, Namjoon. We both know you're not really gay."

Seokjin freezes, chopsticks halfway to his mouth. Because what?

(An "I overheard someone making you upset by saying you can't be queer so I decided to pretend to be your significant other" AU.)

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/21291578

[sylsabastian]

The Implications and Consequences of Profound Immersion Part 3

A story of getting too immersed and too connected leading to consideration of the implications and More... 

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#Immersion #Connection #Transference #Appropriateness #Predilection #AdoptingCharacteristics