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You're in the Gravy Basket, man. Always has been. Never was.
#OFMD#Our Flag Means Death#OFMD Season 2#OFMD S2#Edward Teach#Taika Waititi#Edit#ofmdedit#ofmdgifs#ofmd gifs#ofmdsource#ofmdaily#ofmdblog#tvedit#tvgifs#saw that edit alexz made of gravy basket ed#passed out#and came back with this HJKSDKLSDS#THANK GOODNESS MAN BECAUSE I HAVEN'T MADE A SET IN A MINUTE#AND HHHHHHH ~*~C O L O R E S~*~
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Can you do another one of those things.. where you get explicit with what you want for her Radiance to do with you? I find it a bit attractive.. since this is the first time in months maybe that I saw you get this revealing with this things.. and I really like how you write it in your own style.. but you can say no ^w^
.....Hhhhhhuhhhhhhuuuhhhuhhhhh.....? O////////O Wh-wh-wh-wh-!?!!? Y-you're serious.....? R-really....?
.....B-but.....but how....? H-how is me v-venting about.....th-that kinda thing.....H-how is it- How-
I-I don't understand-! >/////////<
C-cuz yes.....i-it's been a while.....a-and it's so awkward.....! I-I just......wanna try to get more comfy talking about that kinda thing, b-but.....but it's so hard.......I-I thought I only came across as weird....
N-now you tell me you like it-?
Wh-what's "attractive" about that...? Th-the kinds of things I talk about, or the fact THAT I'm talking about them-? C-cuz I can't tell-! >//////<
......I-I feel so......c-called out....I-I wasn't gonna vent for a while, but....Th-this is still a part of myself I wanna not be ashamed of anymore......ughhhhhhh.......>///////<
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.....L-look, OK, I'll.......I'll talk about something that's been on my mind, but I'll put it under a read more so no one is forced to read it, kay? IF YOU DON'T CARE ABOUT MY EXPLICIT FANTASIES, STOP READING HERE! DON'T GO FURTHER! >/////////<
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I-I want.....H-Her Radiance....to.....
.....t-touch me....a-all over.......
S-soft touches.....on my body.......a-as I lay on display for her....e-everything exposed for her....M-my chest, my legs, my neck....p-places no one else has ever touched me.....A-as I look into her eyes, and she smiles at me.....T-telling me how....g-good I look for her like this....
.....S-something I haven't b-brought up yet......One of my fav things that I unfortunately can't put in my writing cuz I write gender-neutral reader inserts....is.....is......hhhhhhh......"good girl".....I-I can't use it, b-but....I-I think about it a lot....h-how it'd sound in her voice.....M-maybe even "good little girl", cuz she's.....so old.....
I-I'm being still for her as she f-feels me....m-making noises as she kisses me....I-I'm a good little girl.....
I-I want her to take....a-all of me.....E-even if I seem embarrassed....I-I want her to have everything.....So.....I'd let her see everything......
I-I wouldn't be able to speak very well, but that's OK, cuz I'm not allowed to think about anything but h-her.....my god....who's presence I'm forever grateful for.....
I-I try to beg, for her to bless me, b-but.....m-my words get lost.....b-but she'd understand anyway.....Sh-she always does......
And......and.....I wanna.....be in her lap....a-as she reaches down.....b-between....between- between-
.....t-telling me I'm hers...
only hers....
.....a-and chuckling in my ear as she feels how r-ready I am for her.....
....."trembling already"....
....urging me to be a l-loud.....to ask for more and more and more.....
......nice treasure.....sh-shining.....
...."greedy thing"......s-"sweet one"......
....I'm a good little girl.....I'm HER good little girl....
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I-is that enough....? I-I'm gonna crawl into a pit now.....>////////>
#people actually talking to me#WHY DID YOU ASK THIS OF ME I CANT TALK ABOUT IT LIKE A NORMAL PERSON HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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Easy As A-B-C
Pairing: Professor!Gwilym Lee x Reader
Summery: Professor Lee is getting sick of marking papers, you offer an alternative. One where he doesn't need to think at all.
Warnings: SMUT (18+), unprotected sex, bimbofication (without hypnosis), oral sex (m and f receiving), hand job, light dom/sub dynamic, dom!reader, sub!Gwil, overstimulation, maybe a little bit of hair pulling
Words: 4,537
A/N: This was massively massively inspired by my love @dracoladon and her Drarry fic Lucid (seriously, go read it because she’s a much better writer than me and also sex dumb Draco is hhhhhhh). Reading it made me want to write more himbo fics but without all the hypnosis stuff thats in my Future Management series. Then I got talking to @peachydeacon about himbo!Rog which led to talking about himbo!Gwil and this fic is the result of our discussion lmao. It was also partly inspired by a post on a porn blog that popped up on my dash but I can’t link to that because tumblrs dumb.
Also, it is a professor gwil fic but set after reader has graduated so it’s all above board lmao
Blurb Advent: Day 24
Taglist: @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon @kellypenac @labessieisallama @deakyclicks @jennyggggrrr @drowseoftaylor @hannafuckingsucks @i-cant-hangout-im-drumming @queenmylovely @ilovequeenmorethanyou @johndeaconshands @borhapbois @stardust-galaxies @cherries-n-rocknroll @rogersslave @scorpiogemini
Gwilym looked unreasonably hot while he was grading papers, his brow knitted, wearing a look of serious concentration made all the more noticeable by the reading glasses sliding down his nose. His loose tie and the undone top buttons of his business shirt lent him a casually dishevelled air, and that wasn’t even mentioning the way he absentmindedly twisted his pen between his fingers as he read and reread sentences he was struggling to understand, occasionally pausing to underline something or write a note in the margins. It all painted a very sexy image, the kind of serious sexy only a professor could achieve, though this sexiness was nowhere near new. You’d found his manner oddly arousing even when he’d been your professor. Of course, that had been a few years ago and well before you’d had your chance encounter in the local second hand bookstore that led you to ask him out. He’d stuttered out something about never having even thought of you as more than his student and “really I feel almost as if I’ll get in trouble for the conversation as soon as I get back to campus.” But the awkwardness soon changed when you confessed to having had a minor crush on him back in the day and having since hoped to run into him. He seemed more open to the idea of dinner with you after that and, if you were being honest, more cocky too, but cocky in a decidedly dignified and charming way. Anyway, one thing led to another and now here you were somewhere close to a year and half later and you were struggling not to stare at Gwil as he graded papers and looked professor-ally disarrayed and hot.
You knew it was something to do with the Romantic era poets that the students had to write about because he’d read a question out to you earlier to get your opinion of if it was confusingly worded. “No, I don’t think so,” “Then why in god’s name do none of my students get it?” he looked about ready to hit his head against the desk until he passed out but he returned to the topmost paper with a sigh and ruffled hair from where he’d run his hand through it. That’s when you’d started trying not to stare. A tall order when all you could think about was dragging Gwil to the bedroom and ravishing him enough to make him forget all about John Keats and poetry and the English language itself. Not that that was exactly hard. No, Gwilym had a tendency to get a little dazed and confused when you really gave it to him. Sex drunk you’d decided to call it. A transformation that you quite delighted in witnessing and causing. Gwil was sharp as a tack usually, always ready with some obscure fact or quote from literature. It was part of what made him such a good teacher, his memory for all things bookish, as well as his approachable (if a little stern) demeanour and his determination to get the best from his students. But it wasn’t hard to shut down his brain, cloud his memory and entirely befuddle him. One time you’d snuck into the bathroom at the restaurant you’d gone to for dinner and poor Gwilym had become so spaced out he’d spilt half a glass of wine in his lap and then walked into the glass door as you left, even with you leading him by the hand. You supposed that what they said about great power and responsibility was true. All the same, it was a fun power to wield and you knew that, with the right sort of attention, you could have Gwilym babbling incomprehensible gibberish with no memory of what a poem even was, which was surely something he’d appreciate right about now.
You blinked yourself from your reverie as, finally, Gwil set his glasses aside and rose from his seat, groaning as he stretched out the stiffness in his back. He rolled his neck back and forth, your eyes following, before letting his shoulders drop and moving to sit next to you on the couch. “I can’t do it anymore, I can’t read another word about Byron or I’ll loose it.” He sighed, draping an arm around your shoulders and leaning into your neck. “Byron? I remember that assignment. Everyone hated you for it,” His breath was warm against your skin as he spoke, sending a tingle down your spine, “Well if this year’s lot is anything to go by, the feeling was probably mutual,” “Mmm, I remember one girl saying she was going to shove her copy of Don Juan up your arse if she didn’t pass,” He lifted his head again and laughed, “And yet my rectum remains Byron fee and no other injuries befell me, so either I taught you enough to get by or you were all a bunch of cowards,” “Bit of both probably. And why would this year’s be any different, huh?” “I don’t know, you haven’t read any of their attempts at cohesive analysis. Some of them are just throwing out terms like allusion and anapestic and personification all willy-nilly, clearly without properly understanding them. ” “I think you’re being too harsh on them. They’re first years after all and it’s not always easy to understand all that poncy poetical bullshit. Plus, you know it all already so of course everyone else seems stupid to you,” “Maybe,” he conceded, though it seemed to take some effort. “Honestly, someone should put you in their position, see how well you go with it,” “Yeah? And who would do something like that?” Gwilym laughed as you shifted to straddle his lap, accepting the kiss you offered, “You?” “Maybe I will. Spell personification for me,” “You know it’s not high school English, right. We don’t do pop quizzes on spelling and grammar.” “I know you don’t, but this is my subject and I’m testing spelling. Besides,” you let your hand drop between you, brushing lightly over the front of his pants, “I promise it’ll be fun.” Gwil gave a half-hearted eye roll, “P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N, personification. D’you want me to use it in a sentence too?” You knew he’d get it right. Gwil always had been good at spelling off the top of his head which you supposed was a side effect of all his reading and the years devoted to the written word. But it was still a little annoying. Mostly because he was being a bit of a tool about the whole thing, but it didn’t help that you’d grown quite wet thinking about how you’d like to have him, like to turn him into the fucked out airhead you’d seen before. You shook your head and tutted at him as if he got it wrong. “No, that’s definitely it. I’ve just read it about a hundred times, I know I’m right. P-E-R-S-O-N-I-F-I-C-A-T-I-O-N,” he spelt it faster that time, trying to prove that you were wrong. “Try allusion for me,” “A-L-L-U-S-I-O-N,” Right again. You sighed as if you were disappointed. Gwilym raised his eyebrows but said nothing. “What about caesura?” “C-E-A-S-U-R-A,” The mistake was an easy one to make, two letters flipped around the wrong way, and you could tell he knew it was wrong as soon as he’d said it. He was surprised when you leant forward to kiss him again, cupping his jaw with one hand as you dropped the other and slowly pulled down the zip on his work pants. “But I fucked up,” he said softly, eyes still closed as you pulled away a few centimetres. You just smiled as you thought of a new word, “Anapestic,” It was another word Gwil had mentioned as seeing in his student’s essays so you knew it would be fresh in his mind and he proved as much when he spelt it, “A-N-A-P-E-S-T-I-C,” He was right of course, so you tutted and pulled your hand away from his crotch, grabbing his chin with your other and forcing him to look at you, “You can do better than that.” His features shifted at the sudden loss of contact, the look of concentration returned once more. If anything, your much closer proximity to the expression made him seem all the more hot but you resisted the urge to give in and drag him to the bedroom, curious if he’d catch onto your little game now and, equally so, to see if he’d play along, “Try Onomatopoeia.” A longer word gave him more chances to get things wrong but would his pride and his brain allow that? Apparently so. “O-N-O-M-” Gwil paused and thought for a second, his eyes narrowed as his looked at you, “O-N-O-M-A-T-O-P-I-A,” the last three letters were said with such deliberate diction that you knew he’d figured it out. “Good boy,” you said, letting your hands slip inside his undone pants to massage his dick. His hips jolted at the contact and he let his hands fall to your arse, squeezing. “What about, dactyl?” His reply was instant, unthinking, and totally correct, “D-A-C-T-Y-L,” You clicked your tongue condescendingly as you once again removed your hands from him. “Fuck,” “Well that’s what happens when you get things wrong, honey, and such an easy one too,” “I didn’t get it wro- fine, give me another,” You smiled, unable to hide how delighted you were that he was interested in following your rules, even if it was just his competitive streak rearing its head to show that he could out smart you, “Assonance,” Gwilym spelt the word slowly and carefully, making sure to only say one ‘s’ and to leave off the ‘e’. And you made sure to reward him for it, shuffling backwards on his lap so you could shimmy his pants down his thighs and wrap your hand around his cock. He raised an eyebrow at you but otherwise made no comment as he leant back in his seat to enjoy the attention. “Romanticism,” Once again Gwilym was careful with his spelling, intentionally replacing the ‘c’ with a double ‘s’ but that was the kind of behaviour you wanted to encourage so you kept stroking him off, twisting your wrist, dragging your thumb over his flushed tip. It must have felt good with the way he was sighing, shifting his shoulders as if to move his whole body closer to yours. “So clever baby, what about,” you paused, dredging up memories of poetry analysis and the words you used to have burned into your brain but which you’d not had much use for recently, “Enjambment” “Ummm, E-N,” Gwil hummed as you leant over him and let a trail of spit drip onto his cock, using your hand to spread it over his length, “Enjamb-ment, uh, E-N-J-A- no E, no A, M-E-N-T,” You leant into his ear and spoke softly, “That’s right, being so good for me, so clever. What should I do next though? Ride you? Or maybe suck you off? Or just keep doing this?” “Uh,” Gwilym shook his head a little as if to clear it, “mouth? Please?” “Of course, baby. If you can spell dissonance for me.” You were quietly confident that he’d get the spelling wrong, already noticing the first sign of his impending brainlessness, extra filler words where he’d normally not need them. It was funny though, usually he wouldn’t reach that stage until he was much closer to nutting. “D-I-S” he rushed through the first three letters and then stopped, biting his lip, “T-um, A-N-E-N-C-E.” You were sure the errors in that word were less intentional than the previous few and, as promised, slipped off his lap and settled yourself between his legs, pulling his pants off so he could spread them wider for you. You held eye contact as you let your tongue trail along the underside of his cock, tracing along a vein, though you couldn’t help but smile as he groaned above you. “Can you spell Decasyllable for me?” you asked before closing your lips around the head of his cock. “What? Oh, um, D-E-C-K- fuck,” he broke off as you swirled your tongue around his tip. “Fuck’s not a letter, baby,” you sank down on him again, bobbing a little lower. “I know, um, Deck-syllable, D-E-C-K-A-S-Y-B-L-E, I think. Is that right?” In answer you hummed and took him a little deeper, pushing his shirt up towards his chest. Gwilym took the hint and pulled it off before he grabbed your hair, leaning his head against the back of the couch. For a moment you just focused on sucking him off, listening to his shallow breathing and whiny groans. But you weren’t finished with your game yet.
“Epigraph?” you asked before bobbing down on him again, pushing yourself to take him deeper still. Gwilym remained silent as you gagged and pulled back from him again to breath freely. “Well?” “What did you say?” “Epigraph. Can you spell that?” He nodded as you resumed your bobbing, his hand grabbing at your hair, “E-P-P-E-G-R-A-F-F.” You hummed around him and his hips bucked up, pushing him further down your throat for a second. “No, don’t stop,” he whined under his breath as once again you let him fall from between your lips. “Sorry baby,” you wrapped your hand around his base and switched back to jerking him off, “you’re so hard though and I know you want to earn your orgasm like a good boy,” Gwilym nodded. “Okay, so spell meter,” “M- oh, I don’t know,” “You do know, baby, you just gotta try. Meter,” He scrunched his face up in thought, “M-E-E-T-R,” “See, I said you knew it, and you did it so well!” Gwilym gave you a dopey smile, looking proud at your praise, “I did?” His mouth dropped open with the movement of your hand. “Of course baby! You got it completely right because you’re so clever. What about sonnet, do you think you can do that one for me?” He nodded enthusiastically, “S-N-E-T,” “Very good! Okay, three more and I’ll let you cum,” “Okay!” “Okay, what about,” you thought for a moment, watching your hand pumping over his shaft as you trailed your fingernails lightly over his thigh, “Spell rhyme,” “Ummm,” Gwilym bit his lip in thought, soft grunting noises rising in his throat in time with your strokes. “It’s a bit of a tricky one,” “Yeah.” “And it’s hard to concentrate isn’t it?” “Mmhmm, so hard to con-ten-tate,” he thought for a little longer as you slowed your hand, “rrr- R-I-M,” “So clever baby! Okay canto,” “Oh! Ummm,” Gwilym pouted and whined as you unexpectedly drew the tip of your tongue around his head, “I don’ know,” “No?” He shook his head, eyebrows furrowed. “Okay what about, poem?” Gwilym seemed to have reached the last dregs of his knowledge, grunting in frustration as he shook his head again.” “You sure you don’t know?” He bucked his hips up into your hand as he shook his head again. “Alright, I’ll give you an easy one then. Spell your name for me, spell Gwilym,” Gwil’s eyes lit up at the suggestion but his face quickly slipped into a frown again, the expression getting more pronounced with every passing second he didn’t say anything. He sought out your face, his eyes brimming with frustrated tears, “I don’t…” his fists balled up as he looked to you for help. “You don’t remember?” He shook his head once more, a tear shaking loose and rolling down his cheek, “you said it was easy.” “It’s okay if you don’t know,” “Really?” he sniffled. “Of course it’s okay. You’re not supposed to know things.” “I’m not?” “Awww, of course not baby. That’s why I’m here, to know things, and you’re just here to make me happy.” Gwilym sighed and leaned back against the couch, smiling again. “Do you want to give it a try for me?” “Umm,” he whined as you slowed your strokes “It would make me very happy,” “Okay, umm…G? L? ummmm, M?” “You’re so clever, baby!” Gwilym giggled proudly and grinned at you as you adjusted your grip on his cock. “You’re my good, smart boy, aren’t you baby?” “Mmhmm,” he bucked his hips towards you as you took him into your mouth again. “Feels go-od,” he mumbled, almost panting with how close he was. You dragged the hand that rested on his thigh up to cup his balls as you sucked on his tip until he moaned and came, spilling his seed over your tongue.
You kept working your hand along his length, even after you’d pulled your mouth from him. “Was that a good orgasm baby? Did it make you feel good?” He nodded, pouting a little as you kept wanking him, “good oggsam,” It took all your effort not to laugh at that, biting on the inside of your cheek to keep from letting so much as a chuckle slip. Very few things delighted you as much as when Gwil forgot how to talk properly. “You know,” you said as you finally let his cock free, “sometimes when people have orgasms they feel euphoric. Do you feel euphoric?” “Mmhmm, you-porik.” “Clever boy. Do you want to help me feel euphoric?” “How?” “With your mouth,” “Oh! Okay!” You braced yourself against his knees as you stood, leaning forward to give Gwil a small kiss on the lips. He closed his eyes and smiled up at you contentedly as you shimmied out of your own clothes, dropping them all to the floor. “You going to let me lie down?” you asked, tapping Gwil on the shoulder. He looked around confusedly for a moment before his eyes settled on you, growing wider as he realised how naked you were. Without warning he surged forward, his hands grabbing your arse as he nuzzled his face in the valley between your breasts. If it were up to Gwil he would have stayed there all day but you had need for him elsewhere so you yanked his head back by his hair, earning a small noise of displeasure. “Don’t complain, baby. You want to make me feel euphoric, right?” “Mmhmm,” he hummed earnestly. “And how do you think you could do that?” “I don’t know,” “Maybe, cunnilingus?” “cun-un-un-un-gus,” “Exactly,” you directed his gaze down to your pussy, failing to hide your amused grin. But he was too far gone to notice, happily slipping to his knees in front of you. Telling him to wait for a second, you climbed onto the couch and spread your legs, beckoning him between them once you were comfortable.
He hadn’t been able to say the word but that didn’t mean he wasn’t skilled at the act. A string of soft hums and throaty sounds rose to your lips as he licked your cunt, the scratchy sensation of his beard only amplifying the soft, wet, warmth of his tongue. “Can you, oh, can you spell poem for me baby?” Gwilym hummed and then started naming letters, his mouth still pressed against your cunt as if he didn’t realise he couldn’t talk and suck at the same time. You didn’t bother to stop him when he said too many letters or correct him when all of them were wrong. You just let his breath wash over you, his tongue flicking against your clit with each new letter, eliciting longer moans and sighs from you. “Fuck Gwil,” you panted, “keep going,” “Keep going,” he repeated, his voice muffled as he dragged his tongue all the way down your slit and then back up again, making you whine. You jolted when he reached your clit again and pressed against his head, keeping him close to you, your other hand trailing up your chest to tweak your nipples and knead your breasts. Occasionally you’d give him an instruction – “faster please,” or “do that again,” or “fuck Gwil, right there,” – and he’d repeat the words back to you, softened and often a little slurred together or mispronounced, before doing as he was asked, drawing you closer to release. He was pleased whenever another groan or mewl slipped from your lips, responding to them with sounds of his own as if he were savouring a particularly delicious meal. It seemed he’d taken what you’d said about making you happy to heart, though some of his whines might have had more to do with his cock, hard again and straining to be touched as his attention remained focused on you. “I’m c-lose ba-by,” you grunted as Gwilym pressed his mouth to your lower lips, as if to give you a soft chaste kiss, only to begin shaking his head side to side, rubbing his face against your cunt. “loase,” he muttered to himself, trailing his tongue back up to your clit, making you grind your hips up into him. It was impossible to keep your mouth shut in the face of such a feeling, wantonly moaning as you felt your orgasm bubbling to the surface. Gwilym hummed against you in response to a particularly loud moan which managed to be your undoing, your knees trying to clamp shut around his head as he continued to suck at your clit.
When you calmed enough to let go of his hair and loosen your thighs from around his ears, Gwilym looked up at you. His face was shiny and wet but he seemed to have regained some of his usual awareness. His eyes weren’t quite as vacant and his smile less dopey than it had been. “Feel good?” he asked, sounding almost normal except for a slight lightness in his tone. “Very good baby,” you leaned forward and kissed him full on the lips, tasting yourself as he opened his mouth and accepted your tongue. Slowly you dropped your hand between you, finding his cock again, not quite done with your brainless toy. He grunted against your lips and bucked into your hand as you stopped his return to sense. “Isn’t this fun?” you said softly as you pulled back, holding Gwil by the chin to stop him from trying to follow. “Yeah, fun,” a smile slowly tugging at his lips, “what is?” “Not needing to think, baby,” “Oh! Yes,” he laughed. “You’re too pretty to have a brain anyway, aren’t you? Much better off letting it leak out of your head,” “Mmhmm, much,” “And do you know what good, dumb boys get?” “No?” “They get fucked. Would you like that?” “Yes yes yes,” “Alright, lie back for me,” you chuckled, giving his cock a final stroke. Gwilym settled on the carpet on his back, grinning as you straddled his lap. Silently he held out his hand, all but two of his fingers folded against his palm. “No, I don’t need your fingers sweetie,” you said, giving the tips of his two fingers a light kiss, “as dextrous as they are and as much as I enjoy them, I think I’m okay skipping straight to your cock,” He nodded, letting you place his hand down on the floor again. You watched his face as you slowly sank down onto him, once again the picture of cunt drunk bliss with glazed eyes and his lip between his teeth. He smiled as you leaned down to kiss him, rolling your hips against his slowly. As you tongues entwined again, Gwilym framed your waist with his hands, slowly dragging them up your sides and onto your chest. He cupped each of your breasts in one of his palms, squeezing softly as you rocked forward and back. “Better than Byron isn’t this?” you asked, pushing yourself up a bit, but not so far you couldn’t kiss him again. “Wha’s Byron?” You laughed, “Y’know I think this might be the dumbest I’ve seen you. Can’t believe all it took was a rigged spelling test. He obviously didn’t understand, staring blankly back at you.
What he did understand was that you were moving further away from him and he whined as you pushed yourself to sit higher again, bracing your hands on his chest as you used your knees to raise and lower yourself. It still wasn’t enough though so you shifted again before too long, placing a hand behind you to grab Gwil’s leg. You leant back on it changing the angle of Gwilym’s cock, and felt his hands drop from your chest, no longer able to reach as easily. They came to rest on your leg, his fingertips digging into your skin as you rode him, keening as you felt the start of your orgasm building in the pit of your stomach. “Fuck Gwil, fill me so well, feels so good,” “My dex-ik-tus cock?” You couldn’t help but laugh, taken by surprise at his misunderstanding and mispronunciation of dextrous, but you nodded in agreement too, repeating your sentiments about how good it felt. “Wanna make me feel even better?” “How?” You sat forward again and reached for his hand, pulling it to your clit. Gwilym took the hint, messily rubbing as you bounced on his cock, but his whines and moans only grew as you rode him. “You’re close?” “Mmhmm,” You were on the verge of asking if he could hold it when he came with a groan, pulsing inside you. But you didn’t stop. “I’m close too, baby, so I’m gonna keep fucking you, okay?” He nodded, eyes fixed on you. “Good boy.” You panted, grabbing his wrist to hold his hand at your clit and adjusting your rhythm. Each time you sank back down onto him you did it harder, slamming his cock into you as deep as you could manage, groaning with each one. Your orgasm was frustratingly close but Gwilym was becoming steadily more sensitive as his subsided, wincing more with each of your thrusts. The winces turned to whimpers which turned to whines as you whispered that you were so close. “Almost baby, almost,” “Please. Hur’s,” “Nearly, just. One. More,” you threw your head back with a moan as you finally found your release, Gwil whining when you pulsed around him, a fresh tear running from the corner of his eye onto the carpet as he squirmed under you.
“Sorry, baby,” you said softly as you carefully dismounted him. He hummed as you kissed him again, leaving an extra kiss against the tip of his nose. “Did so well, such a good boy for me,” “Yeah?” “Mmhmm, so good,” He gave you a slightly watery smile and let you pull him into a cuddle, sighing contentedly when you brushed your fingers through his hair. You stayed like that for a while, knowing that later you’d regret lying on the floor for so long but unable to find the energy to move or the willpower to tell Gwilym you had to let him go. He gradually lost the fucked out expression, becoming more aware of his surroundings and more capable of clear speech. “How are you feeling?” you asked when you realised he’d blinked away the last of his sex drunk vacancy. “Better than before. Little tired but much more relaxed and very satisfied. And, before you ask, yes that’s satisfied and yes I can spell it if you want,” “I believe you.”
#my writing#my fics#smut fic#gwilym lee x reader#gwilym lee smut#gwilym lee imagine#this has been half written in my drafts for much too long now#but im very happy to be able to finally post it!#just got one more thing to write for this advent countdown#which i'll try and knock off after i get back from church#so that its ready to go in the morning#anyway#hope ya'll like this#i might kind of love writing pretty dumb boys#blurb advent 2020
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a sweet ride ↠ yang jeongin
genre: bad boy!jeongin, high school au, fluff word count: 3.5k warnings: swearing, mention of smoking & underage alcohol consumption, almost suggestive request: yes (yangomangos, prompt included: “Don’t cry.”) a/n: this one’s for the jeongin enthusiasts~
✧ masterlist & tag list info in bio ✧
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every morning as you wait outside your high school for classes to start
you hear the thunder of his motorcycle
it’s loud, mildly obnoxious, and occasionally spits out fumes
but you don’t care
you actually like the sound of the bike and how the vibrations rumble in ur chest
it’s a sleek black and built almost entirely by him: old chassis, long handle bars, and a satisfying growl as the engine ignites
if you stand too close when he pulls up in the parking lot in the morning, you can feel the vibrations coming through the pavement
(your mum would probably lock you in a tower only a knight could enter if she ever found out you’d been on a motorcycle
…..not that you’d been on one
yet (゚▽゚`*)? )
the owner of that motorcycle is your high school’s one and only bad boy
♡・。.:*.゚yang jeongin ゚.*:.。・♡
(but please call him “I.N.” because he’s actually out of the preppy, popular crowd ( `^´ ) )
he could ride that motorcycle straight through your heart and you wouldn’t care
okay maybe not your heart bc that would hurt (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )
but definitely through your bedroom
that would be
f i n e (⊙‿⊙✿)
……….
all your friends cover their ears and turn away when jeongin pulls up
there isn’t a rule against a senior having a motorcycle and riding it to school
there are people who drive cars to school and that’s fine
he has a license and always wears a helmet
and he wears a thick leather jacket and heavy, black boots
(you’ve seen those boots
they look like they could stomp through concrete or smth)
there is no way he wouldn’t be safe
well, besides the fact that he rides a motorcycle
but you, still not caring, just kinda stare as he rides into the parking area in front of the school
he always does this cool lil swing into his designated “motorcycles only” spot
and then takes off his helmet
to do that fucking hair shake that you always see in movies
that can only mean “hot guy on a motorcycle”
fucking hell
oh and he then runs his fingers through his black hair
to make it appropriately ~windswept~
and, yes, he looks way too god damn hot
unnecessarily so in your humble opinion (๑`^´๑)
you almost flip your shit every morning just bc of him
he’s handsome like a fucking movie star
angled cheekbones, a defined nose and chin, a jawline so sharp it could ki— it could seriously hurt you
and don’t even start on his eyes
jeongin’s eyes are so dark you often wonder if they’re actually brown
if he looks at you in the halls, you immediately get the sense he could somehow see into your soul
and, judging by the dark aura he has, probably can
jeongin isn’t particularly horrible or anything, but he’s known throughout the school to, honestly, not give a flying fuck
about anything
he’s….a little chaotic
for example, he flouts any rule he doesn’t like
and he talks back if a teacher says something he doesn’t agree with
(this has lead to some very heated discussions in class
although, you were actually inclined to agree with him most of the time, since he usually brings up some good points and such
(it’s generally a good idea, you’ve mused on a regular basis, to treat people like human beings and not like machines only in existence to produce goods and perform services to a select few)
most of your classes are with him
and he’s really smart
like the kind of smart where he barely does any work but still passes the class with an A
i mean, who said he could do that??!!?!
who allowed such sorcery
heCk
and you know he’s passed all his courses
he may or may not occasionally smoke or drink behind the school but you know for a fact there are people who do much worse and nobody says anything about them
maybe it’s the leather
and the moodiness
but um;;;;; that’s kinda hot, you know?
you’re not really sure why people think he’s the “bad boy”...
you’ve never seen or heard him be mean or rude to anyone, so how bad can he be?
okay okay yes you’ve seen the knife hilts poking out of his boots
but who the fuck cares?!! ( • ̀ω•́ )
it’s not like he’s ever pulled them on anyone
that you know of
.............
OH
and you’re pretty sure he knows you kinda watch him, too
bc one day he parked his bike facing the school instead of away
and you were just ~there~ as usual
but feeling very alone and exposed
since your dumbass friends had all decided to abandon you in your hour of need by walking away just before he rode up
and then, like a herd of sheep, they all turned to watch you as he did
ahahah friends? what are they?! nah don’t need them;;;
so there you were standing out on the pavement
very obviously looking at him
w e l p Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)Σ(☉‿☉✿)
but, of course, he just had to look up
and this lil shit winked at you
actually winked
EXCUSE ME YANG JEONGIN
W H A T
;;;;;;;;;;;;
your friends teased you all day
“ooooh look it’s lover boy”
“shut up shut up shut up”
“but he just lookeD AT YOU”
“you’re lying”
“Y/N YOU FOOL”
“HHHHHHHH”
and it only gets worse from there (....um, you sure about that y/n?)
now whenever jeongin arrives in the mornings
he makes a point at looking over at you
you don’t always notice, unfortunately
and he ends up with a sad lil smile on his face bc he knows you’re having fun with your friends
but fuck!!!!
you’re just so!!! cute!!!!!
how can he not notice you??!!!
especially when you’re in all of his classes
and obviously watch for his motorcycle every morning
it makes him feel kinda cool, tbh
he’s also noticed that you like strawberries
a l o t (≧◡≦)
as in, your backpack is a strawberry
you have strawberry pins on said strawberry backpack
your raincoat has a pattern of strawberries on it
your pencil case may or may not be a lil cat eating, yes, a strawberry
SO
jeongin being the smooth guy (he thinks) he is
gets you a strawberry sweetbread
and is all excited to give it to you
so after class on friday, he decides today’s his chance
(also, the sweetbread isn’t gonna last forever alfdjghafkgj)
aaaand you both try to walk out the door at the same time
which doesn’t work
but WOW YOU’RE NOW REALLY CLOSE TO HIM
jeongin: *vibrates*
ACTUALLY TOUCHING SHOULDERS
WHAT
…..fuck (¬_¬;)
and since when do you smell really good, too?? alkjhsjfghajhf
jeongin’s just a little overwhelmed, you know?
ANyWaY;;;;;;
y/n, blushing furiously: “oh my god sorry”
jeongin, spluttering: “no, no after you”
((oh wow his voice dropped since the last time you saw him
how is that even possible??? guys….))
after a couple tries back and forth through the doorway
(your teacher’s trying not to laugh in the background)
you finally both make it out of the classroom
and you start to speed walk away since your friends are waiting so you all can hang out
“hey, y/n!” comes down the hall after you
ALSDJHADJFLHG what ;;
you turn around quickly to find jeongin standing right behind you
“um, so i noticed you really like strawberries”
e x c u s e m e (O_O);;;
first of all:
yang jeongin—your school’s super hot bad boy, the guy you’re only a little obsessed with bc he rides a motorcycle, the inexplicably brilliant student, and total badass—just spoke to you
WHAT
((really, Y/N?? r e a l l y?????))
second of all:
he’s holding something wrapped in absolutely adorable cat (and strawberry) wrapping paper
that’s completely against his aesthetic
but matches yours to a tee ( ◡‿◡ ♡)
huh….
“y/n?” *holds out package*
you have to mentally shake yourself a little
but you’re back now
hhhHHHH
“me?”
“Yeah, I got you this. I hope you like it.” (●´ω`●)
“thanks?” you say a bit lamely
you take the package and get a whiff of sweetbread
s w e e t b r e a d!!!! (*♡∀♡)
ajfhakljfhgjdsfgh your fav
you’d half expected jeongin to blast on outta there asap
but now he’s just standing in front of you, just kinda shifting back and forth
wait…is he nervous??
you slowly unwrap the package, careful not to damage the wrapping paper
(you are so going to reuse it or hang it on the wall or something ajdsdjfg)
and inside is a rounded sweetbread with strawberries delicately placed on top amongst swirls of pink icing
you gasp quietly
fucking hell it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen
jeongin’s just watching you, a small smiling spreading across his face
(which you don’t notice bc b r e a d)
you take a small bite of the treat and
。*:゜♡ヽ(*’∀’*)/♡゜:。*。
IT’S SOOOOO GOOD!!!!
you take another bite before looking up at jeongin and you finally see his smile
( ◡‿◡ ♡) (♡‿♡) (*♡∀♡)
it’s actually the best thing you’ve ever seen
there’s so much genuine happiness, and just a hint of mischievous mirth, in his smile
you feel like you’re looking into the sun, it’s so bright
why did jeongin, of all people get you, of all people, a sweetbread?
jeongin, completely unable to look cool anymore and shifting back and forth on the balls of his feet: “is it good?”
“OH MY GOD YES!!!”
and then you do something you never thought you’d do
ever
in the whole world ever
you throw your arms around yang jeongin’s neck
and give him a really big hug
his arms come up and around you to hug you back almost immediately,
which you were expecting even less than your own actions
but his hug is wonderful, even if he’s holding you like fine china
in a moment, you remember yourself and quickly step back
jeongin is blushing so much that he looks like a strawberry
(so good you just wanna eat him up (◕‿◕))
((y/n pls,,,,, not here....))
and you know you’re blushing just as much
you splutter an apology and run off down the hallway
and because you’re running off,
you don’t notice that jeongin is staring after
like a lovesick puppy (◕︵◕)
your friends are all over you about the sweetbread
bc they love it too
but you just say that you forgot you’d brought it with you that day
for some reason, you didn’t want to tell about your encounter with jeongin
when you get home, you savor the sweetbread,
remembering the warmth of jeongin’s smile~
the next friday, you’re outside at the picnic tables during lunch
it’s an absolutely beautiful day, with a light breeze~ (⌒ω⌒)
against the better judgement and fervent suggestions of your friends
you decide that it’s a great idea to get on top of one the tables
and dance
why?
someone had started playing ABBA’s “Dancing Queen”
no one can resist that song
so you’re having the time of your life
just dancing around on the table that your friends have since vacated bc they
a) don’t want to get kicked in the head, and
b) feel quite embarrassed to associate with you while you’re like this
......traitors (๑`^´๑)
and as anyone with an ounce of sense does when dancing to ABBA
you occasionally close your eyes in happiness
and suddenly you’ve stepped into air
your heart lurches and your eyes fly open
and your mind goes completely blank with panic
but you never reach the ground
you’re now surrounded by the smell of leather, metal, and.....
boy
someone had saved you from falling
the arms holding you are strong and well-muscled
and, surprisingly, comfortable
“i’ve got you,” a voice murmurs
you look up into the face of none other than jeongin
(⊙__⊙✿)
welp
you think to yourself “what... i thought he didn’t care about people??”
((nope y/n, he cares about YOU bc you’re the cutest and so lovely))
he smirks down at you, then sets you back down on the ground
“try to be more careful. okay, y/n?” he says, smoothing a wayward piece of your hair, then just walks off
you blush
(this seems to be becoming a common occurrence with jeongin)
and just stand there, dumbfounded
as jeongin saunters away to sit under a tree at the far end of the lawn
it’s a good saunter, and the tight, black skinny jeans only help (⊙ __ ⊙);;;;
your friends rush you, asking if you’re okay and asking what was up with jeongin
you say that you have no idea
......although, that’s not entirely true
since you now have a sneaking suspicion that *gasp* jeongin might have a crush on you?
maybe??
(hopefully!! (゚▽゚`*)?)
your friends just continue dithering as you stare at jeongin, who’s watching you right back
he winks
ALKJSDHGAKLDJFGADJKFGBADJF
you really wish he’d stop doing that bc it’s making your heart pound like a herd of horses and now yOu CAn’t EveN THinK
FUCK!!
later that day as school’s letting out
jeongin comes up to you, leather jacket slung over his shoulder
he’s got on a black t-shirt with the sleeves rolled up a couple times
and ooooooh my
you’d never noticed before
(well, besides during lunch when he caught you)
but yang jeongin has really nice arms
and pecs (⊙‿⊙)
and now you’re staring (oh fuck,,,,, not again)
“uh;;;; hi, jeongin!” you manage to squeak out alkdjfhsldjf
“hey, i was wondering if you wanted a ride”
eXCusE Me wHAt??? ∑(゚ロ゚〃)
“on the motorcycle. i have an extra helmet, since my sister sometimes rides with me”
O H
your mouth takes control before you even have time to think
“sure! i’d love to!!”
a minute later, you’re standing in front of that sleek, black motorcycle that you’ve admired for months
the young man riding it helps the matter quite a lot, too
there’s even this little carrier container on the back of the bike that he puts his (small) backpack into
he reaches out for yours and stows it
then, jeongin hands you a helmet with lime green racing stripes on its sides
you briefly wonder if his sister is anything like him
probably
“have you ever ridden a motorcycle before?” jeongin asks
you shake your head, unable to speak bc you’re so excited and also kinda nervous
your mom’s words fly through your head
don’t you dare get on a motorcycle, y/n. ever. don’t you dare! they’re too dangerous by half and— well, if i ever find out you’ve been on one, you won’t be allowed out of the house, except for going to school, for a month. you mark my words, y/n! (; ・`д・´)
you promptly ignore her voice in your head and slid the helmet down over your head
the world suddenly becomes slightly more vibrantly colored as the visor shields your eyes
jeongin had swung his long legs over the bike, straddling it with his feet still on the ground
“so, the important thing is to stay in line with me. what i mean is that if i lean to one side or the other, you’ve gotta lean with me. otherwise, we’ll fall over and that really wouldn’t be good. just hold on tight to my waist and, sorry i don’t mean to sound rude, but please don’t scream.”
jeongin looks only a little rueful as he says that
but you don’t blame him
you wouldn’t want someone screaming in your ears as you tried to concentrate either
“okay, right. lean with you. hold on tight,” you say
jeongin sits down, one foot still on the ground, and pats the seat behind him
“come on! take a seat—i promise you’ll be fine, y/n”
tentatively, you clamber onto the motorcycle behind jeongin
and wrap your arms around his waist
you can feel . . .
holy shit his abs feel like a fucking washboard
ExCuSE mE?????!!!! (@_@)
heCk
((y/n, pls. calm down;;; we know he’s got muscles))
so um,,,, yeah
it’s really actually quite comfy to lean against his back
but then hen he lays his hands over yours
and looking back over his shoulder says, “ready, babe?
B A B E
HHHHHHHHHHHH
***y/n has officially malfunctioned***
damn tho
this boy is bold as fuck
wow
you’re not exactly complaining
bc you now know that you like being called “babe”
it makes you feel special (✿◠‿◠)
and you like how it sounds coming from jeongin
you can tell jeongin is grinning under his helmet
“yep, i’m ready,” you manage to say
and then you feel and hear the thunder of the engine igniting
it’s exhilarating and you hadn’t even started moving yet
jeongin yells over the engine “hold on!”
in one smooth motion he kicks the kickstand up, brought his foot off the ground, released the brake and clutch
and then...
and then you feel like you’re flying
even though you’re not going 70 mph (113 kph)
the wind tears at your clothes
making you feel freer than you’d ever felt before~
you thought you’d guessed what it would feel like to ride on a motorcycle
but even your wildest imaginings couldn’t come close to reality
you hold on tightly to jeongin’s waist, feeling every shift of his body as he guides the motorcycle along the roads surrounding your school
all too soon you find yourself back in the parking lot of your high school
you don’t release your hold on jeongin until after he’s shut off the engine
jeongin takes off his helmet, shaking his hair as usual, and hangs it on a handlebar
then he turns on the seat
you lean back
but jeongin reaches out and gently removes your helmet to place it on the seat between the two of you
even without touching it, you could feel that your hair was mussed
so you shake out your hair, too
and immediately understand why jeongin does it
you feel strangely powerful and a bit sexy
it’s a fun, new feeling
jeongin smiles like you’re the loveliest flower he’s ever seen
and, for the second time that day, tucks a strand of hair behind your ear
“how was it?” he asks, a look of concern on his face
you beam, feeling infinitely more at ease around jeongin
“amaaaaazing!”
“yeah? oh, don’t cry, y/n”
“what? oh” you realize that you are, indeed, crying
you wipe the tears from your face
after all, they’re just tears of happiness
“jeongin, it was incredible, oh my god. can we do it again? please?”
he laughs, throwing his head back
and you glimpse the dimple at the base of his throat
“maybe another day, babe” jeongin concedes
you pout
“oh, okay. thank you”
there’s a look in jeongin’s eyes that you can’t quite place
is it sadness? fondness? desire?
he exhales, then the corner of his mouth quirks up
you feel the warmth of his fingers caress your cheek
“y/n, may i kiss you?”
***yet again, we regret to inform you that y/n has malfunctioned***
what the ever loving flipping fuck
d— did jeongin just,,,,
did he?
ALKJHGALKJFHG;AKLHFGAKLJGHKAJH
“i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable” jeongin says in a rush, dropping his hand
shit.
SHIT!
“no no no!! it’s fine, yes. please. that’s fine. that would be— that would nice. yes, very nice.”
wow you sounded almost hysterical
“good,” jeongin says simply
and leans in to softly press his lips to yours
you immediately kiss him back
and feel him smile against your mouth
just a moment later, he draws back, respectful, a question in his eyes
you chase his lips, not wanting to waste the precious opportunity to actually be kissing the yang jeongin!!
his hands come up to cup your neck
and you rest your palm against his chest, feeling the trembling beat of his heart
he tastes like like elderberry and cinnamon and clove all wrapped into one intoxicating milieu
you could kiss him for days and never tire
after what seems like hours, you break apart
“y/n,” jeongin begins
“oh just shut up and keep kissing me,” you say without hesitation, surprised at your own boldness (again)
it seemed that was becoming a habit around jeongin, too
he doesn’t bother responding
and, instead, kisses you until you’re breathless
again, you feel like you were flying
* . ∗ ̥ ⋆ ݃ *♡٩( 。⌒▽⌒。)۶♡* ݃ ⋆ ̥∗ . *
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you know I love the inquisidad :') could we get his worldbuilding wednesday?
A YEAR AND A HALF LATER. FINALLY. MY ASS. FINISHES THIS.
This ask has been stuck in the fckn Carbonite Hell of my Inbox for so long it could be the next Outlander
B A S I C S
full name: Zal-hessah Vooretta [ZV592]
Gender: Dude (Cis)
Sexuality: Very Very Very Gay
Pronouns: He/Him
O T H E R S
Family: (Found Family :D)
Ashara (apprentice, so his kid)
Xalek (apprentice, so his kid)
Koriatta (apprentice, so his kid)
Denzit (Koriatta’s husband, KID IN LAWWW)
Racqet (Koriatta’s kid, so Essentially Zal’s grandson)
Thera-nal (apprentice, that’s his k i d)
Tbh the entire inquisitor crew is Big Family Hours and also T h e r o n j o i n i n ‘ t h a t p i l e, I finished the nathema/chiss shit. Heckin Marriage Y’all.
Birthplace: ??? [unknown time and place]
Job: Sithy Business, doing that Good Good Alliance Commander Shit
Phobias: Fog, he’s got a Very specific claustrophobia that’s linked less to small spaces and more to having restricted movement. He could have all the empty space in the world around him, but if he’s tied down to one spot it’s a Bad Time. He could be in a Very small space, but if he’s not tied down to a specific spot in it, he’s Good.
guilty pleasures: he has a little too much fun, in his opinion, watching people squirm when they figure out that he isn’t Just some random pirate or small-fish Sith. It’s a little too much fun for him to spring that on people, to drop that knowledge on their heads and watch them flounder.
M O R A L S
morality alignment?: I… don’t know??? He’s Good, but also has the potential to be Absolutely Horrifying and Vindictive. So like. Dude’s the Honorary Lightsider. I have no idea What he’s doing but he’s doing his best.
sins - lust/greed/gluttony/sloth/pride/envy/wrath
virtues - chastity/charity/diligence/humility/kindness/patience/justice
T H I S - O R - T H A T
introvert/extrovert: i n t r o v e r t. He needs to vibe on his own to recharge from things.
organized/disorganized: Where he Sleeps is organized, but only bc he just Doesn’t Have Things In There. He’s got miscellaneous shelves full of random shit everywhere tho (though, none within reach of Toddler in the rooms that Racqet has access to bc Babyproofing), and has organized the cargo storage on his ship ONCE and then never put anything in there again bc he didn’t want to fuck it up.
close minded/open-minded: open-minded!! He likes to learn new shit, and frankly, closed-mindedness has gotten nobody he knows Anywhere. It’s mostly gotten them Murdered.
calm/anxious: i think he hit that point Beyond anxious that falls into Calm, and then at some point he reined it back through the anxiety to Just Calm again. But only barely. He’s always got this background ‘hhhhhhh’ going on. That’s just how he is.
disagreeable/agreeable: agreeable, but has a hardline on certain things.
cautious/reckless: cautious as FUCK. He will take risks, and do them in a way that Seems and Feels reckless and impulsive, but he did that Thinking.
patient/impatient: extraordinarily patient, just, he sits through So Much
outspoken/reserved: r e s e r v e d. He’s good to vibe in his own corner tbh, or he WOULD BE if people LET HIM jfakfjdalfja. Pls, Alliance, stop making him do speeches he is BAD AT THEM. ATROCIOUS. it stems from THIS.
leader/follower: would be a follower if he wasn’t Constantly in leadership positions, but there’s that saying about the best leaders are good followers, so like, he can do Both.
empathetic/unemphatic: he full of that empathy shit
optimistic/pessimistic: generally optimistic, or at least he tries to be
traditional/modern: Modern, I think! He just kinda vibes lol, idk.
hard-working/lazy: I think he Tried to be lazy like Once and his entire body was like ‘NOPE. HAVE TO DO THINGS’ and then he grabbed a friend and took off into the fckn tundra on Hoth like, he’s gotta be doing Something. He can’t stand being bored. It’s Hell. Thankfully, he *does* vibe with like, taking care of things as ways of Doing Things. So he’s got pets and plants and stuff that he keeps around bc if he’s working on them, then he’s got smth going on and it Works. Also 100% some of the things on his Shelves Of Hell are little widgety projects he started up bc he just Could Not be Not Doing Something.
R E L A T I O N S H I P S
Otp: he romanced theron bc Yes Gimme That Shit, Inquis x Theron is Top Tier i love it
Ot3: i imagine he wouldn’t be Disappointed if he got to experience some of that bonus Cytharat stuff, bc Cytharat wasn’t there for a long time, but man was it a GOOD time jfdkajflak.
Brotp: LANA. Lana is Bestie. It used to be Andronikos, and Nikos is still Top Tier, but HOHOHO Lana snatched that bestie spot out from under him.
Notp: uh, Most People. Lmfao idk he kinda latched himself onto the hot guys in his life and hasn’t given me any room to think about the Nope Spectrum.
#swtor#my swtor#worldbuilding wednesday#zal hessah#vooretta legacy#The First Continuity#sith inquisitor#inquisidad lore
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OKAY ISSY I RLLY HAD TO THINK ABOUT IT BUT SCREW IT, I’m making Richard your official RE husband 😤
I feel like both your personalities would meld really well with each other, if you get hyper, so does he! And you’ll just spoil each other with love n laughs and THE SWEET BOY IS Y O U R S!!
>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
SORRY I JUSTSPENT THE LAST 5 MINS S C R E AM I NG INTO MY PILLOW OMGJSJDNMDMXNXNS!!!! !!!! !!!! !!!!
B E E !!!💕💕 I AM HUGGING YOU SO TIGHT RN YOU HAVE NO ID EA 😭😭💘💘💕💕💕💕 I LOVE I LOVE HIM OMG I LOVE OAHH LOVE
HE’S SO CUTE??? AND WWARM??? OMG???? I WANT TO HUG HIM SO BAD AND HOLD HIS HAND AND,,,,*SCREAMS* YOUR ART IS SO AMAZING AND COSY 🥺🥺💕💕💕💕😭😭😭😭😊😊😊 I AM SMILING SO HARN RN I LOOK LIKE A MANIAC HE L P. BRO I LUB YOU SO MUCH THIS IS UNREAL??? I AM OMW TO GIVE YOU MY LIFE 🚶♀️🚶♀️ HhhhHHH!!! I AM GOING FERAL IN THE MOST WHOLESOME WAY POSSIBLE,,,BEE I AM FOREVER IN YOUR DEBT BUT THAT’S OK BC YOU’RE AMAZING AND AWESOME AND SO IS RICH AND OMG 😭😭💕💕💕 I AM STILL HUGGING YOU BTW !!!!!
#I AM SOB BING#THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH#YOU HAV NO IDEA HOW MUCH THIS MEANSTO ME OMFNDXNX#I LUV YOU JELLYBEE NEVER STOP BEING INCREDIBLE AND LIGHTING UP PEOPLE’S LIVES!!!#😭😭💚💚💚💚#resident evil#richard aiken#stars feels#FAVE#bee 🌿#submission#I PROMISE I WILL GIVE YOU SOMETHING IN RETURN#MAYBE SOME WRITING??#IDK WE’LL SEE I’M SUPER HYPER RN AHHH#feral family 💜
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homeboy! | pizza boy!(han) jisung
i know i was supposed to post the merpeople! au first but !!!! i just wanted to post this ok (plus im sorry this is like,,, being posted after 2 or 3 months sjsjsksj)
• ur uni had opened this new pizza place there and u just wanted to go there really bad ok
• not only because the place was really cool!!!! or that it sold amazingly good pizzas!!!!!
• ur childhood best friend jisung was working there too (▰˘◡˘▰)
• he left ur town yEARS AGO to go to seoul
• so u missed him a shit ton ok
• so u walked into the pizza place as u were returning from the library somewhere at the evening when the place almOST closes
• the bell did a little "ting!" as u walked in and were greeted by 3 amazingly good looking guys
• "hello, ma'am! welcome pizzeria palace! what would you like to have?"
• "can i have one.... barbequed chicken fiesta? medium size."
• the guy nodded and yelled a "coming right up!" to u before taking down the list of things required and went to the kitchen
• there wasn't really any place to sit since they were probably packing up when u arrived
• aka there were no chairs and u were just standing there looking like a lost child
• "hello there!! sorry we had to keep our chairs in since we were about to close but.... u can sit here!"
• u turn around to find a guy behind u with his apron on and pointing at a chair behind him
• u were honestly too tired and exhausted to say no or basically anything so u sat down
• and there was just silence covering u both when he broke the silence
• "have i.... seen u somewhere...?"
• u turn to look at his face and inch towards him, causing his cheeks to go red, but he stayed where he was
• "u kinda remind me of this one childhood friend of mine who came to seoul a few years ago and now works here"
• u rest ur back on the chair once again when u were done speaking
• "is his name......... han jisung......."
• ⊙_⊙
• ur pretty sure u only feel oNE thing now
• P U R E C O N F U S I O N
• "yea........."
• he laughs out a cute little laugh
• but u won't back down by his cute ass laugh that kinda made ur heart go d o k i d o k i !!! (≖︿≖✿)
• "wait are u his stalker or smthg"
• he scans ur face for a second and laughs again and then stops and takes a breath to talk to u again
• "why would i stalk myself?"
• this is literally ur face after he said that
• (o_O)
• so u inch closer (again) to see if it's really jisung yk
• (⊙□⊙) holy mcdoublefucking nuts in the worLD
• "HOMEBOY HAN (°0°)!!!!"
• jisung can only laugh as he ruffles ur hair and responds
• "of course it's me, dumbass"
• yes u came back to that pizza place eVERY SINGLE DAY TO MEET JISUNG (✿◠‿◠)
• hey atleast u got extra cheese and meat for free,,,,,,,,,
• "jisung can i get one of my regulars extra che-"
• "i've literally memorised ur entire menu babe"
• calling each other names like "babe" is very common u know
• yall did it before too
• but,,,,,, why does it do something to ur heart whenever he says it
• like !!!!
• uR HEART IS IN A 911 CRISIS AND U MI G H T DIE BUT THAT'S OK IT'S FOR JISUNG !! :D !!
• little did u know he's been dying like that for a long time now
• also can i just say how shameless his headass is
• like every time u would walk in the place he would INSTANTLY know it was u and would yell
• "Y/N !!!!! MY BABE !!!!!!! LOOK AT HER !!!!!!! BLESS YO EYES AND LIVES CUSTUMS!!!!!"
• this probably started when u overheard a customer who looks like ur age, asking out jisung
• (u didn't see that but he looked in ur direction before replying to her)
• he turned her down
• but that didn't stop from the others to come at him too
• whenever yall are hanging out late at night
• an ongoing 2am supermarket raid (⌐■_■) for example
• someone hAS TO INTERFERE !!!!!
• "and omg the pizza in that place literally stin-"
• "jisung??????????? omg hi!!!!!!!"
• i mean they aren't really like those Annoying Girls Who Are In Love With You
• but u always feel very insecure yk,,,,
• like jisung could replace u with them anyday
• but one day jisung finally notices ur dull expression and he asks u about it
• "y/n. something's wrong, isn't it?" - jisung, as he pulls u towards him (lightly) with a serious expression
• this is just one of those million things u love about jisung
• the fact that he doesn't just ask someone right away. he waits to confirm himself and then he confronts them. and if they aren't okay with speaking about it, he'll just give them space
• but u did want to tell him
• so u told him about ur case of insecurity
• and jisung just hugged u really close and pat ur head as ur sigh comes out muffled since ur face was legit squished in his chest
• "y/n. i will never give up someone like you. okay? stop feeling so insecure."
• and he pulls away and i swear the way he looks at u
• the endearing look he gives u
• "you're perfect, y/n."
• sometimes u really think that he likes u because of all of those boyfriend material compliments he gives u and cuddling whenever he feels cold
• "y/n!!!! :(( !!!"
• "fine u big baby c'mere i'll give u ur cuddles"
• " :DDDDD "
• oh did i mention that he tried to that lady and the tramp kiss with u
• but it was actually pretty stupid
• no no there's no noodle
• OBVIOUSLY THERE'S NO NOODLE THAT'S WHY IT WAS STUPID ANYWAYS
• HE TRIED TO DO IT WITH A FRICKIN P I Z Z A
• yall were literally this | | close to kissing but somebody rang the doorbell and yeah it was felix coming to get jisung and take him home
• oh and yea felix would ALWAYS take ur orders when u came to the place ok
• he was even the first one who took ur order
• and it wasn't like jisung didn't wanna take ur order
• he was just too busy looking at u and hearing u talk and smiling like an idiot u know
• what a cute idiot :"))))
• so this cute idiot confessed to u one day
• and u could actually swear on ur left pink toe that u were actually crying because of that
• it was like any other day when he came to ur house with an entire box of pizza yk
• but when he passed it to u
• u were kinda suspicious because he would always fight to open the box first and get the best slice first
• but he gave u the box before so,,,,,,,
• whatever man ur hungry
• so u open the box and hOLY MC CRAPPING SHIT
• "what do u say..?"
• there were words formed with cheese
• “is this..... a confession...”
• jisung laughs out a shaky breath followed by him slightly nodding his head
• “yeah,,it is,,,”
• is it possible to say that u want to cry and hug him and pepper him with kisses all at the same time as u scream because that is exactly u feel rn
• and so many thoughts are running in ur mind
• about how he moved to seoul and u always thought he was joking about it to u until he really did
• and how much u missed the warm hugs he gave u
• and how much u loved his silly humor and
• when u found him
• happiness like old times surrounded u once again
• and maybe it’s all the emotions that were piled up for too long, because of which u are now a fucking crying mess
• well good job y/n
• “HHHHHHHHHH JISUNG I LIKE U TOO PLS UR WORDS WERE CHEESY ENOUGH WHAT ARE THESE EXTRA CALORIES HHHHHHHH”
• jisung first takes his time to take in ur words
• but when he DOES
• this baby just bursts into laughter and hugs u so tightly
• “even with those calories, u will always be perfect to me baby (●´ω`●)”
• and u just cry louder because WHAT DID U, Y/N L/N, EVER DO TO DESERVE SUCH AN AMAZING ASS PERSON IN UR LIFE HHHHHHH
• WHO CONFESSED TO U WITH A PIZZA THAT SAYS “I LIKE U ALOT!!!”IN CHEESE AND A SMALL HEART MADE OF SOME EXTRA MEAT
• “y/n now ur just making the pizza saltier w ur tears pls,,,,,”
• shut up no one gave u the right to add these many calories plus be this fucking adorable ok that’s double attack.”
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[ S C R E A M S ]
FUCK. GERMANY ...
It was SO ... DAMN... C L O S E. And then this gorgeous german man just had to fucking– U G H. hhhhhhh....
it was a great fucking game
#holy shit#germany vs sweden#fifa world cup 2018#Olsen is the fcking king tho#congrats to germany – it was fantastic#im sweating so much right now
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a-z tag
Rules: Answer the questions in a new post and tag 10 blogs you would like to get to know better.
i was tagged by @lilscaredryan thank you!! 💚
A - Age: 22
B - Birthplace: finland
C - Current time: 3 pm
D - Drink you last had: pepsi max
E - Easiest person to talk to: my big sister
F - Favorite song: uhhhhhhh paper lanterns by green day
G - Grossest memory: tw vomit: when my niece was like, one year old i was playing and lifting her after she had just eaten salmon and potatoes baby food and she threw up on my face, including my eye
H - Horror yes or horror no: horror meh
I - In love?: nah
J - Jealous of people?: mmm no
L - Love at first sight or should i walk by again?: i don’t know, i always get crushes at first sight
M - Middle name: hhhhhhh i don’t feel like telling??
N - Number of siblings: 3!
O - One wish: i become a doctor
P - Person you called last: my mom
Q - Question you are always asked: uhhh people often ask if i'm from finland when they hear me speaking swedish
R - Reason to smile: andrew ilnyckyj
S - Song you sang last: irresistible - fall out boy
T - Time you woke up: like 1 pm? it’s sunday
U - Underwear colour: blue
V - Vacation destination: germany? or uk
W - Worst habit: not doing the dishes until i absolutely have to
X - X-rays: few times of my teeth
Y - Your favourite food: uhhh.... pea soup? vöner pizza? i don’t know if yall know/have those
Z - Zodiac sign: pisces
i tag @transilnyckyj @andrewilnyckyjhateblog @softilnyckyj @ryanbigara @detectivebergara @muhdej @iwanttoboolieve @ghostiac @stanndrew @ryanbergarage
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rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person who tagged you… and most importantly, have fun!
A - Age: 23!!!
B - biggest fear: bugs and needles
C - current time: 4:50 PM
D - drink you last had: coffee!
E - every day starts with: Work on the weekdays, and then on the weekends usually breakfast and video games
F - favorite song: It’s so hard for me to pick 1 fave, but some of my favorites are Last Ride of the Day by Nightwish, Barracuda by Heart, My Clone Sleeps Alone by Pat Benatar, and Movin’ Out by Billy Joel. i like 80s music.
G - ghosts, are they real: i don’t think necessarily that they’re real like how we’ve seen in movies and such, but heck if i know what the heck exists out there
H - hometown: i was born and raised in the phoenix metro area!
I - in love with: my family!!!
J - jealous of: jealousy is one of my worst traits tbh....i am very jealous of people who have good romantic relationships especially
K - killed someone: why
L - last time you cried: uhhhh i dont know!!! i cry more than i used to but still not v often
M - middle name: nicole! tbh i am not the biggest fan.
N - number of siblings: one younger brother
O - one wish: i want my mom to not be sick anymore!!
P - person you last called/texted: it was a work call. i am on the phone a lot for my job
Q - question(s) you’re always asked: ‘"you know you look so much like your mom???” or “leah are you sure you need to be collecting even more dice???”
R - reasons to smile: my doggies, my pals
S - song last sang: i sing aaaaaaalllll the time i don’t remember what the last song was. i was listening to nightwish in the car earlier so something by them probably
U - underwear color: hhhhhhh why.
V - vacation destination: i wanna go back to israel so bad. but i also want to visit ireland and scotland.
W - worst habit: procrastination!!!!!
X - x-rays you’ve had: i had 1 when i was a baby bc i dropped a can of food on my foot, other than that just dental xrays.
Y- your favorite food: i love sweets and desserts. other than that i love indian and mediterranean food
Z - zodiac sign: pisces!
THANKS FOR THE TAG @sanchoyo!!!!!!!!!!!!! <3
if u wanna do it and say i tagged u go for it my dudes.
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GET TO KNOW ABC’S: MUN EDITION
a . age : 23 b . birthplace : dumb ol’ stupid south carolina c . current time : 8:15pm d . drink you had last : grape juice e . easiest person(s) to talk to : my close internet friends f . favorite song(s) : hhhhhhh right now i can’t get enough of my dream come true song “him & i” by g-eazy & halsey h . horror yes or horror no : horror yes :^) i . in love ? : no :^( just with my cat :^) j . jealous of people : lmao sometimes :^) k . killed someone : why would anyone admit that here & no i have not l . love at first sight or should i walk by again ? : no m . middle name : anne n . number of siblings : 0 o . one wish : ............i mean i guess i wish i’d get my shit together q . question you’re always asked : isn’t everyone always asked how they’re doing? r . reason(s) to smile : this blog and all it’s given me s . song you sang last : i have no idea tbh. maybe the one i linked up there t . top 3 fictional characters : guzma...... aaand 2 more i can’t possibly decide on right now u . underwear & color : ??? the underwear i’m wearing is grey v . vacation : can i just stay in my apartment... or finally meet my best friend in england w . when’s your birthday : february 23rd x . x - rays : ?????? i’ve had a few y . your favorite food : spaghetti !! ! 1! !! !!!! z . zodiac sign : pisces. glub glub
Tagged by: i stole :^)c Tagging: @pkmncontestsorbust @tyrantrumtraining @tenderpoison @rebelracket @balsamina @agentcatman @thebrokenbeasts @hisflare & THE REST
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i was tagged by @saiibo-s!! ty!
A- age: 15 B- Birthplace: Winnipeg MB C- current time: 10:22pm D- Last drink you had: water E- easiest person to talk to: hhhhhhh probably Felix Esper F- favorite song: rn its N.M.E - Set It Off G- grossest memory: ehhhhhhhh H- horror yes or no?: Y E S I- in love?: hhhh i don’t think i’d call it love
J- jealous of people?: yea... K - Killed someone?: lmao L - Love at first sight or should I walk past again?: uh,,,i don’t think you can truly love someone you just met M - Middle Name: drew N - Number of siblings: 5 O - One Wish: to not be depressed? P - Person I called last: Eden, but i was kinda forced to Q - Question you’re always asked: “Are you gonna take a nap” probably R - Reason to smile: kiibo nice things? S - Song you last listened to: Horrible Kids - Set It Off T - Time you woke up: like 8:33? I went back to sleep tho U - Underwear color: uh black mostly V - Vacation: japan!! W - Worst habit: napping all the time X - X-rays: none Y - Your favorite food: do icecream sandwiches count? watermelon
i tag @mintyyprince @0um4 @tinted--blossoms @skele-shark @wlwtakane @average-pyro @yuriyurihimukai @mahoujin @plantsarehardcore @ouma-dabbing-is-my-kink
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You knew I was gonna do this. A, B, C, D, E, F, G, H, I, J, K, L, M, N, O, P, Q, R, S, & T!!
HHHHHHH TYYYYYYYYY OMMG 💖💛💛💛💛💖💖💛💖💖💖💛💖😭😭😭a - what color are the walls in your bedroom?peach I love it b - do you sleep with the hall light on or off?Off bc my halls don't have lights hhhh :'3c - favorite pastel? PINK PINK PINK d - thoughts on sand? I loveeeee it it's so cool to touch !!e - chocolate milk from the bottle or mixed from syrup? BOTH BOTH R GREATf - moon or stars?MOON 🌙 g - butterfly kisses or eskimo kisses? bbbutterfly hggcgchvh - sweater weather, coffee/tea, beanies, and little pumpkins aesthetic or late night driving, neon lights, gas stations and favorite song turned up aesthetic?LATE NIGHT DRIVING !!!i - what color is your favorite blanket?black !!j - favorite constellation?I can't choose oof k - emoticon heart 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖💖l - fairy lights or tea candles?FAIRY LIGHTS!!m - aliens or ghosts?Ghosts!!n - sunrise or sunset?Sunset !o - what colors do you associate with each of the main school subjects?Math: blueScience: green Literature: redArt: 🌈 Social studies: brown p - name three cartoon shows that you liked as a child.1.) sonic x2.) cat scratch 3.) do re miq - flannel shirt or fleece jacket?Fleece jacket!r - shepherds or magi? magi ??s - hey diddle diddle nursery rhyme or little boy blue nursery rhyme?tbh I don't know any of these ghh t - name a fictional character that you would describe as soft.my baby boy silver TY SM OMG ILY 💛💛💛💛💛
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Rules: Copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in yours, and when you’re done tag 10 people plus the person who tagged you, and most importantly, HAVE FUN
I was tagged by @weirdbirb
Answers under the cut
A- Age: 21 (turning 22 in June) B- Biggest fear: Not excisting as me anymore, something bad to haen to my siblings and close friends and me not being there for them, being alone my whole life. C- Current time: 7:33 pm D- Drink you last had: AriZona’s Mucho Mango drink. E- Everyday starts with: Lying there for a bit in my bed, wanting to sleep more, but then go to take my medicine. F- Favourite song: Tbh, too many to count. G- Ghosts, are they real: Of course. It would be weird for there not to be any, Considering how many beings die, not all of them can be reborn right away. H- Hometown: Grindavík (wanna move away soon, plz) I- In love with: No one, tbh. Never been in love :Þ J- Jealous of: Not really sure.....don’t think I’m jealous of anyone or anything. K- Killed someone: just my character a bunch of times in Terraria ‘cuz I’m a goof. L- Last time you cried: I think....it was this week. M- Middle name: Úrsúla N- Number of siblings: Got five related by blood and one not related by blood (talking about you, Hrafn, ‘cuz you my fam). O- One wish: Tbh, the same as Hrafn, financial stability. P- Person you last called/texted: @weirdbirb Q- Questions you’re always asked: If me and my sister (that’s older than me by 2 years) are twins :I R- Reasons to smile: Uuuuhhh....cute animals and bugs? I dunno, tbh :Þ S- Song last sang: Like I can remember that. Like, my memory is literal shit. T- Time you woke up: Hehehehehe it was around 3:30 pm “>u> (tho I’ve woken up later than that) U- Underwear colour: Hot pink (lol, the same as Hrafn’s) V- Vacation destination: Hhhhhhh so many places :I W- Worst habit: Cursing too much and making weird sounds just.....whenever. X- X-rays you’ve had: Don’t think I’ve had one? Or maybe I’ve had one when I was teeny tiny but I don’t remember. Y- Your favourite food: Uuuuhhh....Pizza, french fries (only the skinny ones and if they’re crispy), sweet potatoes, carrots, blueberries and more. Z- Zodiac sign: I am a Gemini.
I shall tag @whatthehorsedoicallthisblog @pkmntrainerkris-1 @huldukona @hommalingur @mansym @pocketarmor @wiredraw @meeeepcat @ssardonyx @joecato
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Tagged by @small-lizard!!!
Rules - copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in your own. when you are done tag up to 10 people and also tag the person that tagged you….most importantly, have fun!
a / age - 24 as of last week Thursday
b / biggest fear - honestly I have the worst case of emetophobia
c / current time - 7:05 pm
d / drink you had last - I had a premier protein because I am going to go donate tomorrow and the only other protein I’ve had today was some peanut butter toast
e / everyday starts with - Cal singing me the song of her people
f / favourite song - hhhhhhh pls don’t make me pick favorites
g/ ghosts are real? - My childhood home was legit haunted, ask me about it sometime fam
h / hometown - Madison
i / in love with - BIRDS!!!! And also @vernonsroche
j / jealous of - ??? I can’t think of anything at the moment
k / killed someone - ....?
l / last time you cried - I’ve cried about five times today my guy, its been swell
m / middle name - Faith
n / number of siblings - One younger sister
o / one wish - To see all the birds
p / person you last called/texted - Bridget
q / questions you’re always asked - Why do you love birds so much
r / reasons to smile - Birds
s / song last sang – I want to ride my chocobo all day~ (y’all think I’m lying but I was listening to it in my car on the way back from the pet store)
t / time you woke up - 9 am
u / underwear colour - Gray w/ blue polka dots
v / vacation destination – oh gosh, I’d love to see Australia, but also Japan or Korea, and Oregon
w / worst habit -
x / x-rays you have had – at the dentist? I’ve never had an x ray, but I’ve had several other scans
y / your favourite food - SPICY NOODLES
z / zodiac sign - Aquarius
tagging @auntienoiz @professor-oakleigh @candysharkking @morticianbeautician @gardenwarrior @zombolouge @final-road @writingisproseandpotatoes @cherrisummer @enthusiastic-naps
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