#I like the fact that Twitch is like- are they like a. mix of evil and chaos?

[whereismyhat5678]

guess who? it's me with hcs!

..Evelyn hcs? Hah, nope!

TWITCH HCS JUMPSCARE- /J

Ok ok, so first off I like to imagine since Twitch was never born with a real voice, she replicates everyone else's! Like Peppino, Gus, Stick, Gerome, etc.

She also has nicknamed many of the folks! Here's most of them:

Peppino = Mr. Pizza

Gustavo = Gnome boi

Mr. Stick = Oncelers cousin

Brick = Remy

Gerome = Short cousin!

John = Tall cousin!!

Pepperman = Apple

Vigilante = the cow guy.

Noise = Noid

Noisette = Cheesecake

Fake Pep/Bruno = The Thing (like the movie)

Pizzaface = food...

Pizzahead = that guy (..or malewife /j)

Evelyn = Mama!

Aaaand itself!/Twitch = ruoy tsrow eramthgin

It also has a pretty strong bond with the noise due to both of them wanting to cause CHAOS-

Also, whenever it manages to take control of Evelyn's body for a long period of time, other people would clearly be able to see its mannerisms, like biting at its own fingers, scratching its arms, often twitching in random parts of it's body, it's walk seeming more janky and jittery than usual, foot tapping and fidgeting with its hands or objects around itself.

Oke that it 4 now byebye-

Twitch is such a chaotic little shit-

I love this character and I absolutely love the names it gives the others 😂 NO SERIOUSLY ONCELERS COUSIN MADE ME CACKLE WHEN I FIRST READ IT- 💀💀

Also replicating others voices are cool but also CREEPY. Like what if it tricks you?…and not in a fun way….UGH SO MUCH TO THINK ABOUT-

[pradaax]

Shameless

Choi San x Reader 18+

Is it bad to sleep with someone your father despises with every cell in his body?

Was this wrong? 100%

Why aren't you stopping him? Why aren't you pushing him away? Why did it have to be him?

His rough yet warm hands running all over your body, his mouth on your skin latching and kissing, the limo was filled of lewd sounds and words. His dark eyes made sure to never tear away from yours. If you dare break eye contact he would only slam into you harder and harder until your eyes met again.

"Go on, say it." He groaned, his hands gripping onto your hips making sure you didn't move an inch away from him.

You couldn't even form words and when you tried to the only thing that escaped was unholy whines. Your red nails were deeply digging into his shoulders making him let out a wince. His fingers wrapped themselves around your neck gripping ever so tightly. You couldn't help but let out an ungodly moan.

"Death and pleasure mix quite well, don’t you think so?" The evil smirk appeared on his face, his hand almost crushing your windpipe taking you into a fog. Your eyes didn't leave him even when he was blurred and you no longer had a clear vision due to the tears forming in your eyes.

Your breath shortened by the second while his thrusts got deeper and harder. The fog was completely taking over. "S-San..." You whined out lightly twitching. Your hand made its way to his wrist as the other one started to drag on his toned chest. San let out a dark chuckle seeing the mess you were under him.

"Clo-Close!" You managed to yell out, he went faster. His free hand smacking your tit, he lightly gasped when he felt your walls clench around him.

Everything felt so good you were literally about to pass out from pleasure. "Cum for me, sweetheart." That was all it took for you to finish on his swollen length, San pulled out jerking himself as his free hand tugged on your hair pulling you up, you knew what he exactly wanted.

You fell on your knees in front of him and took him in your warm mouth. He wasted no time in shoving it down your throat causing you to let out a gag as saliva ran down your chin. He twitched in your mouth before releasing his load. He pulled out and noticed you were getting ready to spit it out but stopped you by tugging your hair back and shoving 2 fingers down your throat. "Swallow, all of it." You didn't fight it and did so.

"Good." San praised taking his fingers out. The said man lightly tapped your cheek before he started to put on his boxers and pants.

“I hope your daddy doesn’t get too mad with you being late.” A playful smirk made it’s way to his lips knowing that if your father found out about this he would set San on fire without a second thought.

“If he knew you were balls deep in me you can say goodbye to this life.” You stated watching him light up the cigarette he placed between his lips. “Maybe if he wasn’t so pissed about you not agreeing on working with him then everything would be fine.” You continued making the male almost snort out a laugh, his eyes landed on you.

“I will never work with someone like your father, darling you already know this. I’m against everything he says and does.” San informed leaning back on the seat.

“But you’re not against fucking his daughter?” You raised a brow snatching the hanging cigarette from his lips. He watched as you inhaled the smoke then blew it out his way. “Didn’t his daughter come on to me?” His brows pinched together as he grabbed your wrist taking the ill stick back.

You couldn’t fight the fact, it was completely true, you were the one who started this whole thing. You had a thing for always going against your father whenever an argument happened and on that day you saw how pissed he was when San declined his offer of becoming a partner but that wasn’t the reason why he was pissed it was the fact that San knew every dirty secret about your old man and when he started to spill them out that got to your father.

After San left the office you followed shorty behind him and stepped inside the car. He thought you had chased after him to change his mind but he was completely wrong. You just wanted to do him. That was only a month ago.

“So, do I only get to see you when you’re mad at daddy?” He licked his lips watching you slip on the short dress followed by the fluffy coat. You grabbed your phone still not answering the man sitting beside you, turning it on you saw how visible his fingerprints on your neck were.

“What’s the point of fucking without a reason?” You answered his question with another question. San clicked his tongue still staring at you as you fixed your makeup and hair.

“You know,” He grabbed the back of your neck pulling you closer to him, you softly winced due to the sudden tight grip. “One day you will end up dead and I would love to see the look on his face.” The aura had shifted, you saw the dark look in his eyes but you weren’t even close to being afraid yet the way he spoke still sent shivers down your spine.

“Sadly you won't be able to see that day.” It was your turn to have a smirk on your face. You opened your purse pulling out the pistol, he didn’t flinch at all.

“Darling, it hurts me to see that you don’t trust me and feel the need to have that on you.”

You ignored him placing the pistol on his head as you sat yourself on his lap. “You were a good fuck but I can’t let my father find out when I’m so close to having the company, now bye bye.” You laughed pulling down the safety.

“Our story doesn’t end like this.”

Shameless

[what-have-i-unleashed]

you'll never take the blame like me

killer sees a familiar face. he's not happy about it.

(cw: off-screen minor character death, violence (because it's killer))

it's a pretty uneventful job all in all. the guy killer managed to lure into an alleyway behind a bar wasn't exactly a screamer. he struggled for a mere two minutes before giving up and resigning to his fate. it was honestly sad to witness, and here killer has thought that the human's indomitable will was an actual thing that he might be able to scare this guy into.

whatever. killer figures he shouldn't care about some prick who regularly terrorized monsters in the neighborhood anyway. at least this universe is marginally better now.

but to be honest, killer is starting to get bored with the killings. it was the most fun in the beginning, but over time he's started to predict what his victims are going to do, what they're going to say. trying to run away, pleading with him to no avail, threatening to call the cops. meh, it's so rote. the surprises he got were far and few between, but his boos were the most fun. they are also the few who escaped his homicidal intents intact. compared to them, his other victims are just not up to standards, sadly.

killer walks into the bar's kitchen and rummages through the cupboard to find any baking soda and vinegar. check and check. he washes the blood of his favorite knife in the sink then mixes the baking soda and vinegar together. after putting his knife into the mixture to let it wash off any blood stains, killer sits on a countertop and starts scrolling through his phone. first, quick message to his boo number one.

knife guy finished last: heya cinnabunny, gonna come over your place tonight (･ω<) evil toast: k. ill get cleaning supplies knife guy finished last: omg thanks so much babe <3

grinning, killer waits for a few minutes to see if he gets any reply back before opening his message to his boo number two, all the while cleaning his knife with water and soap again.

rattling raccoon: will be at murder's place tonight. wanna come, honey boo? power ranger: stop calling me that power ranger: wtf did you change my name power ranger: nvm power ranger: yeah i'm coming rattling raccoon: haha sure u will ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) power ranger: i'm blocking you rattling raccoon: noooo i'm just joking (>_<) rattling raccoon: ... maybe power ranger: fine. i'm not inviting you to the cookout rattling raccoon: wait what cookout rattling raccoon: babe what cookout???

as killer gets out of the bar and into the alleyway, all the while texting on his phone, he senses it - the too-familiar feeling of someone watching him. casually putting away his phone, he leans against the wall, waiting for his secret admirer to come out of the shadows.

"come on. i know you're there. don't be shy now," he calls out, idly spinning his knife like a fidget toy.

the shadows shift as someone steps out, and killer forces his shoulders to be relaxed as he sees who it is. oh great, it's that guy. color, or whatever name he goes by nowadays. they're all sanses to him anyway.

"you again, huh?" killer muses, his eyesocket giving an involuntary twitch. "do you even know when to give up?"

"i'm just passing by," color smiles hesitantly. "you don't look busy. i just want to say hello."

"hmm no. not interested," killer tosses back and starts walking out of the alleyway. he's got to about five steps when color shortcuts in front of him, making him stop in his track.

"killer-" color starts, but killer cuts him off quickly.

"listen, whatever you're gonna evangelize about, i don't want to hear it," he puts his hands along side his knife inside his pockets. "how many times do i have to tell you? i'm not him."

"i know," color says forlornly. killer would almost feel bad for the guy, if it wasn't for the fact that he's standing in his way right now, dragging around that baggage of his that killer doesn't want to touch with a ten-foot pole.

"then why are you here?" he asks, trying to look as unconcerned as he can. his unwanted visitor looks at him with an undecipherable expression on his face before replying.

"things are... happening - big things. i just want to warn you beforehand, as a courtesy. no strings attached, i promise."

that's the thing about color. he's infuriatingly attuned to killer's wants and needs, almost to a creepy degree. he knows what to say to killer, and he knows what to do with him. killer can see why any other version of him would be interested in the guy, but he won't. even when his script is telling him to. even when his entire being is forcibly drawn to the alluring prospect of completing his happy ending.

(no. never again.

he will carve his own path. his own happy ending.

no one controls him. no one.)

"spill then. quickly. i have other things to tend to."

killer can tell color is curious, but he remains tight-lipped about his private life as always. let color guess what the serial killer does in his free time - that'll keep him busy for a bit.

"something is brewing across the n2-verse cluster. no one's got a clue what it is yet, but important people are missing, lodestars and the like. some sectors are turning destabilized, dragging other neighboring ones in the collapse too."

shit, that doesn't sound good. "it's not an error thing?"

"core frisk doesn't think so. errors are conspicuous - at least the ones we know are. there would have been tampering signs otherwise."

"n2..." killer hums. "so it's just near here." one more thing to worry about, he supposes.

"yeah. i'm just telling you to be careful," color fidgets with something under his coat. "you're an anomaly. killer variants are under more surveillance now per new emergency protocols. capture on sight."

"heh, when aren't we?" killer smirks, though his soul is beating faster than normal. color is right - this cannot be good. it will interfere with much of his work, both his personal leisure activities and his tasks with his mysterious benefactor. not to mention, his meetings with both of his friends-with-benefits. he probably needs to lay low for a while, which is not exactly something he copes with well historically.

"is that all?" killer asks, a bit wary when color shakes his head.

"... there's another thing," color says, but he's hesitant. killer braces himself, and he knows color can tell, infuriatingly enough. "your soul... how is it?"

"what," killer utters with a dead smile on his face. he tilts his head, his face half-morphed into the scary face he's been told to possess. "are you asking me out?"

"no!" color squawks, his face burning with embarrassment. "it's just- it's that- with my killer-"

"okay that's it," killer cuts him off. "i think i heard enough. can i go now?"

"... yeah, you can go."

with that, killer shortcuts to behind color and starts walking away. but not before the colorful skeleton monster has to have the last words.

"you know that you can trust me to help you, right?"

those familiar words again, and they make killer's soul pulse with something. yearning, he thinks. it's a longing of a hundred lives before him, something he has sworn to never walk again. so he squares his shoulders and briskly walks away. away from color. away from his nonexistent past and predestined future. only the present is worth his dedication.

he'll carve his own path from now on.

[justalittletoocorrupted]

Here’s some kidnapped Hero for my friend, @thelazywitchphotographer !! I hope you like it (:

Foolish

TW: kidnapping , drugging

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God. How had Hero been so foolish?

How did they manage to miss every sign?

How did they—

The Hero blinked, their brain starting to get fuzzy like tv static when it couldn’t find a channel. Their body began to sway, gradually beginning to forget how to walk and hold themselves up.

“A little tired there, Hero?” Supervillain purred, slowly stalking their way closer to the already dazed Hero. “Why, I’m shocked that you couldn’t even notice that I used a drug. Usually you’re able to tell when someone’s trying to kidnap you… Did you forget the protocol, dear?”

The Hero’s face distorted into a mix of disgust and confusion. The longer Supervillain spoke to them, the more their voice began to muffle and their ears began to ring. The closer they got to the crime stopper, the closer they felt to the ground. Were they falling? What’s going on?!

The Hero stumbled, managing to somewhat catch themselves before they fully collapsed onto the hard concrete. That earned a laugh from the super a few feet away from them.

“Wow. Not even a simple remark? Just a glare? And here I thought I’d get to see you all scared knowing what’s about to happen.” Supervillain tutted, “A shame, really. But, ah, maybe it’s the drugs taking initiative” they pondered out loud.

Supervillain began to move closer to the Hero who in response tried to back away. However backing up isn’t a smart idea when your legs are struggling to simply stand in place. The Hero fell flat on their back before they were even able to process they were falling.

Everything was fading. The Hero’s eye lids began to droop as their movements slowed. Making it harder to open their eyes with every delayed blink.

Hero slowly blinked opened their eyes to find Supervillain standing above them. Panic was coursing through the Hero’s mind, but their body showed none of it. Their eyes tracing the blobby figure that was the Supervillain.

Despite their eyes remaining open and locked somewhere onto the evil-doer, black blotches began to fill the Hero’s vision until they couldn’t see a thing.

They didn’t know what was worse! The fact that they can’t see Supervillain, or the fact that they can’t hear the Supervillain over the loudest sound of nothing they had ever heard in their ears.

They couldn’t do anything but blink, or they thought they were blinking, in an attempt to regain their vision. Which worked! ……. Sort of.

It had worked enough for the Hero to witness one last thing, before their brain went entirely into an autopilot like sleep.

It was enough to see a new blob, or figure, quickly approaching the super over them.

It was not enough, for them to find out who.

……

…..

….

…

..

!

When the Hero finally came to, their first instinct was to launch themselves up from their laying down position. However that only worked a few moments and they collapsed back down onto—

A person?!

Their head twitched in a new attempt to see who they were on top of, but a gentle hand brushing through their hair stopped them. That movement had also prevented Hero from opening their eyes as well, and simply allowing themselves to press into the.. chest? Of the stranger.

Their brain was still foggy from the gas and drug, in fact, they were pretty sure it was still in effect!

Or..

Maybe the Hero is just exhausted.

Hm…

Maybe both.

But the crime-stopper had to get up. Whatever was happening was definitely dangerous. What if this was Supervillain?—

WAS THIS SUPERVILLAIN?!?

The Hero lifted their head again, only for the hand to push them back down. So the Hero began to panic and they tried to fight back. They tried to open their eyes to see who was their captor, but when they finally opened the bright lights from the ceiling blinded them. Their eyes nowhere near adjusted to the sudden light.

But they continued to try to fight anyways. Hero pushed themselves up only for a second hand to grab them by their waist and pull them back down.

“[Hero], stop!” A muffled voice finally could be heard through the Hero’s screaming ears. “Fighting will only exhaust yourself more.” The stranger scolded.

But they didn’t sound like a stranger.

And they certainly didn’t sound like Supervillain.

In fact, they sounded like—-

“See? Am I hurting you? No, because you’re safe, [Hero]”

Villain!

The Hero slowly opened their eyes again, turning their head towards the voice. “[V]…. [Villain]..?” They managed.

“[Hero]….?” Villain parroted the confused hero in response, “You snap out of that daze, yet?”

Hero blinked multiple times, the Villain’s face becoming more and more clear, “What did…. What.. what happened?” They asked, now taking a chance to glance at the room around them.

The crime-starter shrugged, “[Supervillain] is what happened. Now go back to sleep, yeah?” They brought a hand to Hero’s hair again, “You aren’t the nicest when you’re all drugged up and out of it, so I’d like to speak with the nice and calm [Hero] later. When you awake.”

….

huh?

Before the Hero could speak again, Villain pushed their enemy’s head against their chest and pressed a soft kiss into their hair.

That was all the Hero remembered before everything went black again.

[chvnnie]

lol

so

skz v piss kink

SMUT - MINORS DNI

it’s filthy. i have no explanation other than it was in my drafts. bye

it was a mistake. that’s it, just a little slip up. at least that’s what chan continues to tell himself as he stares at your cunt, dripping with a mix of pre-cum, slick, and piss. when he pulled out so abruptly, the tingling sensation in his cock felt like an orgasm. he swears he thought it was. but then it felt…different. and went on longer. and when looking to investigate, met with the sight of something that definitely was cum, it hit him. an accident, truly. a mistake. yet one that is making his cock twitch the longer he stares in wonder, belly aching with a need he’s never felt before. “fuck, baby, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean-“ the words fall short. it’s true, it wasn’t on purpose. but chan wants it to be — knowing what he just did to you, how dirty it makes him feel. how long has he wanted this and had no idea about it? you sit up slowly, resting on your elbows to look where your bodies meet with furrowed brows. it takes a moment for it all to catch up with you; chan watches as your eyes widen more than he’s ever seen before, soft lips parting as you watch the mixture drip off your thighs and onto the dark duvet. when you finally look at him, it feels like he’s staring in the mirror. the wide, lustful expression is impossible to miss, like the creeping embarrassment he sees in your eyes. it’s a humiliating accident, and you loved it. a hand finds your throat, grasping it firmly as chan pushes you back on the mattress while slamming inside you once again. his face scrunches, hips taking advantage of every millisecond. fast, fast, fast. sloppy, sloppy, sloppy. until the tingling starts again, the ball in his pit squeezed so tight it’s about to burst. you’re writhing beneath him, fingernails clawing into his wrist as you start to reach a similar high. “this time, i’m not pulling out.”

WARNINGS: CNC, FEAR PLAY, ROUGH

there’s a game that minho likes to play. he doesn’t play it often — doing it all the time makes it lose the magic. the wonder. if it happened all the time, you wouldn’t be so terrified, and what’s the fun in that? he’s sporting an absolutely evil grin when he catches a glance at your light pink scrunchie. whatever he wants, for as long as he wants. and fuck, is he itching to play with you. the color drains from your face once he starts counting, tripping over your feet as you make a break for it. you’re not as fond of the game as he is. in fact, you would be okay with never playing it again. but you’re more than fond of how mean your partner gets, of the terror you feel from the wild, feral look in his eyes. it’s like the person you love is replaced with an identical, cruel twin. set on making you absolutely miserable before he uses you like a toy. is your heart hammering from fear or excitement? can he hear it? you clasp a hand over your mouth when the office door opens, minho’s boots echoing off the hardwood floors as he scopes out the room. “come out, little bunny. i know you’re here.” he taunts softly, as if trying to coax an injured animal. trying to stay as still and quiet as possible, you squeeze your eyes shut and count your rapid breaths. inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale. inhale-there’s a hand on your lose ponytail, the exhale coming out as a bloodcurdling scream as he drags you out of the closet. you don’t move far before he’s pinning you to the ground, knees on your elbows to lock you in. what’s scarier? the stone cold, evil look on his face? the way he snuck up on you? or how roughly he’s tearing your dress, harden cock quite literally throbbing in your face at the sight of your tears? whatever it is pushes you to the breaking point, hiccuping as the material of your panties gets damp. damper than they already were. the waterfall like sound it makes catches minho’s attention, twisting his head in search of it. scratch that — the most terrifying thing is his toothy grin, the loud laugh he gives at the sight of you wetting yourself. “already? but we’ve only just started.”

changbin thinks his eyes might have glazed over. when did the video end? well, let’s just slide back to the beginning and start it over. how about a third time, a fourth or fifth? by the sixth time you’re asking questions, peeking up from your book on the other side of the couch. what is focused so hard on? when was the last time he blinked? nudging him with your foot, you shake your boyfriend out of the trance, a blush creeping up his face as if you caught him watching porn. like he wasn’t openly watching it in the living room. which makes the question even more compelling — what was he watching that made him react like that? after a few minutes of hounding him, changbin finally plays the video on the television. watching as you fall into the same trance as him. by your fourth time watching it, his mouth is dry. “c-can we…try this?” he barely finishes the question before you’re agreeing, nodding your head while reaching over to restart the video. only an hour passes before you’re both shoved into the shower, your fingers tangled in his hair and tongue desperately reaching down your throat. changbin’s kisses are rough, mostly consisting of teeth and tongue while his fingers toy with your clit. he pinches, rolls, tugs on the sensitive nub until he feels your knees buckle against his legs. it’s then that he knows you’re ready (or rather, it’s then that his bladder feels like it could fucking explode), pulling off your mouth and forcing you to your knees. one hand on the nape of your neck, the other tugs his cock, angling it so you don’t miss a fucking drop. nothing feels real — the euphoria feeling of what’s to come making changbin question if it’s reality. but what really sends him over the edge, breaking into a million pieces, is when you start to whimper. start to beg. it only takes a few seconds before the warm streams of piss land on your face, lips turned in a content smile as you hum. enjoying it. “of course you like this. you’re daddy’s filthy slut, aren’t you?”

WARNINGS: PERVERT BEHAVIOR

when will hovering near the bathroom, ear pressed against the door as he listens intently, ever get old? hyunjin should’ve got past this by now — years of dating and owning a home together should’ve been a quick fix to his perverted thoughts. yet here he is, up in the early hours of the morning because he heard you stirring, cock slowly swelling to full size in his briefs as he listens to you pee. fuck, what is wrong with him? if he just came to you about this, hyunjin is sure you’d find someway to humor his kink. you would do anything for him, and yet this seems like an impossible ask. it’s not like he wants to do anything to you — no, that’s not what makes him lock the bathroom door in shame every time you relieve yourself. he wants you to do it. he’ll never be able to shake the wet dream he had once of you riding him, the rough thrusts making it impossible to hold it anymore. just the image of you clenching around his cock, pissing all over him makes him want to fucking cum. a large hand wanders, resting outside of his briefs as he gently starts to palm himself. the feeling, the sound, the thought — his mouth is starting to water, so consumed with his twisted mind that he doesn’t even hear the door open until it’s too late. it doesn’t take much to put it together, quickly asking hyunjin to confirm your suspicions. his hands are shaking in shame, and yet, he can’t stop tugging on his cock. “i-it’s not what you think, i promise i’m not some pervert-“ though he’s acting like it. almost shamelessly, you point out with a cruel smile. he hardly notices the way you’re walking him backwards towards the bed, bombarding him questions. how long has this been going on? why didn’t he tell you? did he know that you caught on months ago, and have been waiting for him to come to you about it? hyunjin is on his back before he knows it, you straddling his hips and pressing your clothed cunt against his erection. grinding down roughly, you bring your boyfriend to the brink of tears before you tell him. how much you’ve also wanted this, how your dreams are just as twisted and filthy as his own. how, in any second, you’re going to fulfill his perverted wishes…until his hands come to your waist. halting your movements. “can you record it? please?”

you’ve lost track of how many times jisung has refilled your water bottle, holding your chin back so you can swallow the cool liquid with ease. at first, each gulp was refreshing and welcomed, humming at the satisfying feeling of it rolling down your throat. now, you could almost compare it to agony — stomach bloated and each swallow comparable to torture. and jisung isn’t helping; his boot is firmly pressed against your bladder, pushing down harder with each drink you refuse. he brings the lip of the bottle back to your lips, rubbing it softly along the expanse of them to coax your lips open. just a little more, baby. that’s it. didn’t he tell you this was the last bottle? or…was it the one before that? you shake your head rapidly, trying to dodge him the best you can. with a sigh, the hand on your chin moves to your mouth, thumb and forefinger squeezing the cheeks on either side to force your mouth open. it leaves you powerless, unable to fight when it’s all pouring into your mouth. “that’s it, just a little bit more. you can do it.” jisung coos, as if trying to encourage a child to finish their chores. the thrill for him doesn’t really come from you ruining your panties, but from the control. how much can you take before he gives you permission? by no means is it easy — jisung will jump through every hoop possible to get you to beg for relief. as you finish off the bottle, the pressure on your bladder becomes more intense. so much so that you’re starting to writhe, hands forming fists as you try to control yourself. ouch, you say. it hurts, you cry. but if there’s one thing you know for certain, it’s that he doesn’t fucking care. you’ll hold it until he says let go. and typically, you do. though today seems like the day you finally break. sobbing loudly, your begs become in coherent. you need to let go, you have to let go — even if your boyfriend is glaring at you. threatening you. it’s happening. the control is back in your hands as you slump, the relief fucking orgasmic…for now. jisung scoffs, using the toe of his boot to lightly tap your bladder before he pulls you off the couch. “it’s so cute when you forget who’s in control.”

the secret was whispered late one night, between the silk sheets and tangled limbs. your hands shook as you spoke, connecting the little freckles on felix’s cheeks to make hearts with the tip of your finger. it’s something you’ve never told anyone before, the truth written in the nervous look in your eyes, affirmed by the fact you won’t meet his. it would be ridiculous to lie and say the request didn’t put him off a little at first — felix couldn’t seem to wrap his mind around the fact that you would want to watch him wet himself. but the more you spoke, the…fuzzier he felt, mind spinning with a sickening arousal that continued to grow. only a few minutes in and he was completely on board, ready to start chugging water immediately. but that’s not what you wanted, and he knows that. the surprise is important, so felix takes the new information and stores it in a safe place. and waits. waits for the day to come that he finally gets to use it, the day you don’t see it coming. like today — just a normal day around the house, you playing on your switch while he clicks through movies on the television. it’s hard to miss the giant jug of water he’s throwing back, but you don’t think much of it. it’s a hot day. until he starts to shift in his seat, white sweatpants outline his pretty erection. “just kind of uncomfortable.” he mumbles when you check on him, resisting the urge to smirk at your concerned expression. only a few moments pass before the discomfort becomes overwhelming; his little fist pulling at his sweats as felix whines in misery. it’s then that it all hits you, eagerly tossing your switch to the side to kneel between his spread legs. teeth caught on his bottom lip, felix hisses as he tries to resist the urge. not yet, not yet. but when does lixie ever get what he wants in moments like this? you quickly grab his cock, squeezing over his sweatpants until you see the fabric start to darken. he releases into his boxers, your hand not lessening the grip until you’re sure he’s finished. “sorry, mommy. i couldn’t help myself.”

seungmin will never tire of the sight of you on your knees, hair disheveled and make up running down your swollen cheeks. he loves the way you give tiny hiccups in place of breaths, how your bring your balled up fist to your eyes to rub the tears away. oh, you sweet little angel, don’t you know how much he hates punishing you? but is it really so hard to follow the rules he puts in place — act like a slut, get treated like a slut. it’s quite simple, why can’t you keep up? not that seungmin minds in any way; consensually wrecking you is his favorite pastime. before he brought you in the bathroom and forced you to the ground, he shoved a little vibrator in you and set the volume to high. when you’re not sniffling or begging, he can almost hear it buzzing inside you, touching your walls in the most intense way. as one hand unfastens his belt, the other softly smacks your wet cheek, smirking when you whimper a bit. “oh baby, if you’re already crying, it’s going to be a long night.” he wipes some of your tears away — a small token of love in the dark moment you’ve willingly walked into. you nuzzle into the touch as he frees his cock, softly stroking it as he looks down at you. always so good, patient. letting him doing cruel, awful things to you whenever he asks with no complaints. fuck, he almost feels bad for how much he has to piss, and how excited he is to watch it paint your face. almost, until he sees your legs clench, hips bucking slightly like you’re on the brink of the edge. perfect. right where he wants you. his hand drops a little lower, hooking onto your collar to keep you in place as the first few drops spill out of him. this isn’t the first time this has happened, nor will it be the last, but seungmin finds something new he loves about it every time. like how your face scrunches, mouth resisting the urge to open as you start to twitch. it only takes one glance at the floor to realize what’s happening — you’re cumming. hard. he chuckles lowly as the stream stops, stepping back to squat in front of you. he dips his fingers in the puddle of cum between your legs before rubbing it on your face to mix with his piss. “bad puppy. we don’t make messes without permission.”

there’s something exhilarating about humping jeongin outside of your family’s vacation home in the middle of the day. you’re on his lap, teeth digging into your bottom lip as your hips move aggressively over his boner. the texture of your bathing suit bottoms against your own is enough to make you dizzy, desperation and pleasure clawing at each other for dominance. your hands are pressed against the edge of the hot tub, trying to keep yourself as steady as possible in the water. jeongin is kissing your shoulder blades, soft groans fanning across the wet skin every time you grind on him just right. “fuck, baby. i’m about to bust.” he says lowly through his teeth, nails digging into the skin above your bottoms as he pulls you down for more pressure. it’s a filthy plan, one that should have never seen the light of day, but it’s absolutely impossible to resist. so much so that you can’t be bothered to slow the pace of your hips, grinding harder with each passing second. your whimpers are hardly audible over the splashing of the water, the twitch in your core warning you of what’s to come. one hand finds the nape of jeongin’s neck, slamming your lips against his as you finally let it all go onto his lap with him right behind you. without breaking the kiss, jeongin lifts you up the second it’s over, moving quickly to get inside. “let’s clean up before someone finds us.”

[briankang]

hii do you remember when jae was banned from streaming on twitch (and im pretty sure streaming in general) do you think the same thing could be happening to chan?

jlkgsdlkgjsdklgdjs anon u missed the absolute discourse of when i mentioned jae's thing in reference to the chan's room thing when we first found out god bless i wish that were me BUT

yes and no? jae i think was a mix of things, but ultimately i think he was doing too many things over the line (some of the jokes he was making, when he was living in-dorm he was really uh...not very thoughtful to the others living there at whatever hours when he was playing late, etc) so they put an end to it.

with chan's room i think it ultimately was a way to get people off of of his back after the entire thing with people accusing him of talking about ive (he wasn't, he never even said a name and blamed himself in that clip, never mind the fact that other idols have said similar things and gotten praised instead for being "real" but lol). chan's room brought a lot of NASTY people to his chat, some of the things people would say to him on a regular basis week after week (bc it was on a schedule, they all knew when he'd be on) was just...very evil and dark hearted even before that whole incident, and he would read those things out! i think it's def been a way to get people off of him, in addition to help his mental health, i remember if he wasn't able to do it he'd get super stressed on bubble about it despite how we'd all be like "its ok!!"

i do think chans room could come back one day though! maybe not in the capacity it was, but once a month maybe (like lily's from nmixx's book club). i think he probably genuinely does miss doing it and WE definitely miss it, but i think ESPECIALLY with how busy they've been and everything else, the break/hiatus/whatever was/is definitely a good idea, my only real critique is i wish we'd found out properly and not from someone reporting back from a fanmeet LMAO

ultimately the diff between what happened between jae and the incident with chan's room is jae's was definitely a punishment for his behavior (imo at least), whereas i think div1 was like, actually looking out for chan a bit lmao?? studio j def came around about twitch considering young k had been on someone's show during his letters with notes promo, which indicates to me it was more about the person on the platform and less the platform itself, which.......a diff convo lol. i'm sorry this was so long lskdjglksdj idk if it really answered your question but i hope you enjoy your weekend regardless!

[bloomeng]

saw the “slytherins are misrepresented” take again today and it makes me sooooo—

no they’re not Rowling herself wrote them to be a cartoonishly evil, straightforward, antagonistic house. nothing in canon supports the idea that they’re supposed to be nuanced with the exception of Snape who is allegedly not bad, but the man literally was still a bigot who bullied an abused kid bc of petty highschool drama that wasn’t even in said child’s control. (but Rowling loved him so maybe her intention was to pin all the houses nuance on him?) you could make an argument for Regulus, who we know very little about other than he was supposedly bad and then he did one good thing then died. and as much as we all like Draco… Rowling fucking despises him. she has gone on record to be like no he’s just supposed to be a cowardly preppy bully.

so no canon supports the idea that slytherin is nothing but bigots and don’t even get me started on the absolute ignorance of hufflepuff and ravenclaw.

i feel like we give Rowling too much credit. i think the issue is we get the fanon sandbox of what harry potter’s world has become and canon mixed up. i personally love when ppl give slytherin nuance, but when speaking purely in canon no they are being misinterpreted we’ve all just spent so much time away from the source material that’s it’s morphed into something completely different. which is normal!!

it’s when ppl starte presenting fanon as canon that my eye begins to twitch. not to go full english professor here but author’s intent matters in you’re going to be analyzing text. ofc as i said text like anything will take on a life of its own once others consume it but you can’t claim something is canon if everything the author writes says otherwise. and Rowling is even more interesting in this case bc she’s stated her opinions (tragically) all over the internet so we know for a fact what “vibes” she was going for.

tldr: no they’re not. stop giving jk rowling credits for something she didn’t do

[fredcasden]

Notes 12/24/22

Good afternoon everyone,

Well my 40th Birthday yesterday was a real mixed bag in so many ways. For one my mom's first radiation treatment was cancelled due to the inclement weather. So that's been pushed back to Tuesday. If you would like to donate to help with some of the medical expenses, you can do so at https://gofund.me/6adf8354. In fact we had one donation during yesterday's stream that pushed the total raised so far past the $1,000 mark. Thank you very much!

As for the stream, we started at 1:30 PM, and it's a good thing we did, We started with DKO Divine Knockout, getting several wins as Athena over the course of the first two hours, then after a break to check up on my mom, we played Ghostbusters Spirits Unleashed, and was getting into a good groove until 4:55 PM when the weather started causing havoc, as I experienced a noticeable inability to keep a steady upstream connection. .

We switch the stream over to Just Chatting, doing a couple of games of APBA Baseball, made a Mass Effect squad member tier list, but at 7 PM I ran out of things to do under a Just Chatting format, and with the constant stream resets. Bandwidth tests using TwitchTest showed no 0 quality, which only occurs when there was an major issue. I called Xfinity, and was was told that numerous people were starting to call in reporting the same issue.

So needless to say my Birthday ended up being a real downer. At the very least, the Twitch VOD version of the first 3+ hours is in the archives.

I do want to thank those who kicked in 600 bits during the stream and to scotchboxvr for the raid, following their stream of Evil West over at twitch.tv/scotchboxvr

Getting back what we managed to do in terms of games, we did get a couple of achievements.

Divine Knockout Achievements

Traveler’s Tall Tale: Achieved 'Traveler’s Tall Tale'

KO Collection Gold: Achieved 'KO Collection Gold'

Ghostbusters: Spirits Unleashed Achievements

Right back at ya: Break a tether and down the buster who tethered you within 10 seconds

Stream Clip Links

Triple Knockout... 3 for 1!

Just being a Teddy Bear

The Eagle Has Landed?

For the raid, we dropped in over on the official twitch channel for Mystery Science Theater 3000 over at https://www.twitch.tv/mst3k

Because my birthday stream was cut short i went and did some writing on the sixth chapter of the Mass Effect series of short story commission requests.

Also made some more progress on the Overwatch season 2 battle pass, though my latency was all over the pace until things settled down around 12:30 AM.  

Today's Fitness Boxing 2 daily workout featured Defensive Combo #2, Triple Combo #2 and Intermediate Combo #1 for 31 minutes

How can you make seven an even number? Just take away the "s"!

Song of the Day: Jingle Bell Rock by Bobby Helms  

For tonight's stream, the plan is to start the story mode of Persona 4 Arena Ultimax. Here's hoping Xfinity gets things sorted so we can have a full stream.

[tenacquity]

Miss Sincaden probably didn’t realize (and most definitely wouldn’t believe Ryunosuke even if he told her upfront) that her perception of the Reaper of the Bailey actually assisted quite a lot with his own. Thing was, people talked. Oh, people loved to talk. And while Ryunosuke was far from being the type to listen to gossip—due in part to a general disinterest as well as a respect for the person about whom was being gossiped—it was sometimes hard to shake off the whispers when faced with behavior that made said whispers seem all the more true.

Lord van Zieks was painted in more shadows than light. Though he was lifted on a pedestal as a formidable and unshakeable opponent in court, he was simultaneously ridiculed for the assumptions—no, the suspicions—of what he truly reaped outside of law’s constraints. A mix of good and evil . . . typically dependent on where one was standing. As much as Ryunosuke could agree with the former, and had indeed faced that unflappable perfection time after time (what forced him to try all the harder for an acquittal), he had never been able to follow the latter—

He’d never been able to fully, wholeheartedly, without a trace of hesitation accept that the prosecutor was anything but a man of integrity. And a man who held so many secrets, so much beneath a veil of frigidity that Ryunosuke so frequently found himself wondering . . . 

Who are you really . . . ?

But the more he was given the pleasure of speaking with one of van Zieks’s maids—a delightful woman, at that—the more his original fears and trepidations dwindled. The more he saw the Reaper as less of a legend, but exceptionally human. And (save him) the more Ryunosuke’s curiosity and desire to pick him apart heightened to levels he could no longer ignore.

(That being said, he had to wonder . . . Were Miss Sincaden’s praises and loyalty to the prosecutor actually a good thing for Ryunosuke? Or was she just helping him dig this hole—grave, rather—for himself even deeper?)

Naturally, as she went on to explain the man’s behavior at home, Ryunosuke found himself clinging to every word, breath bated. Something . . . twinged in his chest, and perhaps another surefire sign (he’d realize in hindsight) that he’d not be giving up on the Reaper all that easily, but really. Really. Miss Sincaden seemed to have a good and reasonable head on her shoulders. If she was saying things like this . . .

“Yes—!” His voice cracked. So far into a thoughtful stupor, he’d almost forgotten to actually respond to the information she was giving him. “I-I mean . . . Yes. Good. I’m relieved to hear that you’re, ah . . . happy where you are. I can’t help wondering . . . Well, if the workers of a household are content, then that must say plenty about the person for whom they’re working, surely—?” Thinking out loud, now. Ryunosuke’s eyes slid sidelong while he contemplated, but his attention was swiftly brought back by the smile lighting up her features—

. . . seconds before it somewhat faded.

He studied her in a few beats of silence. Then, with a sympathetic twitch at one corner of his mouth, “I understand. I’ve only really seen the bare minimum, what with the investigation, but, ah . . . Do you imagine you might find the opportunity? In fact, if Lord van Zieks would allow it, I’d be delighted to have your company when I get the chance to truly enjoy it myself.”

Daedra's expression immediately shifted to one of concern, when she heard the young man speak of himself in such a fashion. Why would he think such a thing? Daedra thought he was doing an amazing job! From what she'd seen anyway - try as she might, she hadn't been able to make it to every recent court appearance van Zieks had been prosecuting in.

...Which strangely, also seemed to be with Ryunosuke as well.

Still, it was concerning to hear that he seemed quite rattled over it. Lord Barok was very intimidating, though to her, it died away the more she grew used to him. It was probably the same of others that knew the man. Still, she thought it quite terrible for Mr. Naruhodo to feel such a way. She thought he was doing an amazing job, even despite feeling as uneasy as he was!

"Well, I think you're handling yourself splendidly, Mr. Naruhodo," Daedra tried to cheer him up, with her most confidant tone. Despite his worries, he even seemed worried about her own dealings with her employer. What a nice person~ As far as she could tell, Ryunosuke had done nothing to warrant the rather cruel behavior he was getting. Terrible...

...To be judged on where you came from or what you claimed to be, over judgement based on your shown character merit. It made Daedra so terribly upset to think of it, for she certainly got her share time to time.

At the defense lawyer's concerns, the maid shook her head to ease his worries. "Oh, please don't worry about such things," she chirped merrily. Like a little songbird. "For how he acts in the courtroom, Lord van Zieks does not seem to dwell much on his disappointments once he leaves the Old Bailey. Atleast, he never seems to take out any unpleasantries on myself or the other servants," she assured.

Though Daedra did not agree with many of the things the aristocratic man did or how he chose to act, she still felt an amount of loyalty to defend him, too. As nerve wracking as her start of her service had been, Daedra could not recall a single time that Barok van Zieks had ever acted out of turn with her. He reprimanded and spoke firmly at times, but it had never been because it wasn't uncalled for.

"If I can be perfectly honest," Daedra began, her head turning as she seemed to speak lost in thought. "-I found it so strange to see him act as he did on trial. He's always very intense, but moreso in expression from my experience. I've never known him to not be polite or honorable. In fact, back at the manor... he almost seems so terribly somber. Almost strangely sad, in a way."

Even as she spoke, Daedra could picture him at the van Zieks manor. Silently sitting at his personal desk as he wrote. Going about his business and rarely speaking to she or her fellow servants unless he required something. But always with impeccable manners and a politeness. Daedra had worked for far more mean-spirted people by comparison.

With a shake of her head, the maid came back to the present. She offered Ryunosuke a bright smile, not wishing him to ponder too deeply on her wording.

"My apologies, Mr. Naruhodo! I didn't mean to dwell so deeply on the subject," Daedra offered. "As for myself," she happily moved to a different subject when he offered. "-I have no complaints to speak of! I'm very content as I am, and I have have heard of the great Exhibition!"

Her eagerness fell ever so slightly when she realized---well...

"I... haven't gotten the chance to go myself, yet, but everyone is so terribly excited! I've seen the main entrance and all the towers and high scaffolding going up---like the biggest, grandest fair! Which, I suppose it is!"

[holdontorogers]

dumbification with steve? innocence kinda corruption kink too if u wanna

࿐ 𝐂𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥, 𝐬.𝐫.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠; nomad!Steve x reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲; You were on Steve’s side during the Civil War events, now you had to go undercover, just like him. After a few months apart, Steve has missed you more than both of you could’ve imagined. But he will surely make sure you know that.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭; 1,500

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬; 18+ ONLY | MINORS DNI, porn with little no plot, swearing, dumbification, mocking (dumb girl, cockdrunk), pet-names (pretty girl, honey, sweetheart), corruption kink, dom!Steve, face-fucking, blowjob, fingering, unprotected sex, degradation, size kink (Steve is huge, reader doesn’t think it will fit), slight breeding kink (Steve cums inside reader).

𝐚/𝐧; GIF NOT MINE CREDITS HERE. REQUESTS ARE OPEN! Made this with Nomad!Steve bc 🤤 why not? Okay, I didn’t expect to go so far out with this one but oh God. I guess writing smut is my new passion lol.

It has been months since he even heard from you. After a while running together, you ended up going separate ways. He wanted you. It was that simple. And at this point, after all of the events that led him to go undercover and a fugitive, he couldn’t care less. All he knew is that he wanted to cross lines with you, tonight.

You barely recognized him when he arrived at your new hidden place. The calm blue ocean that once shaped his eyes seemed dark and dangerous now. Those angelic eyes and clean face were replaced by wild, almost animalistic eyes. And the beard. Oh, Lord, the beard. You whimpered at the feeling of it rubbing your skin when he hugged you. You also didn’t think Steve could get bigger — but there he was. Broader shoulder, stealth suit fitting his muscles perfectly, and an evil smirk on his face.

“How you’ve been sweetheart?” the pet-name sending shrives down your spine. You simply stare at him, taking in all his features. “Did you lose your words, honey?” your eyes widened at his words, the blue in his eyes almost disappearing as they grew darker. Steve licked his lips staring at you, you could feel the pooling in your panties just by staring at him. Unable to move or do anything thing. You wanted him, it was that simple.

The only problem is that this Steve seemed dangerous, experienced, rough; and you barely knew how to do a proper blowjob at best, lacking much of the experienced he seemed to master by now. But you knew that for him you would do it. Whatever he asked, you were his. Ready for whatever he was willing to give up. You bit your lower lips, lost in your thoughts.

Steve held a groan, the sight of you pressing your thighs together as you looked at him playing hoops in his mind. He left a heavy breath, his dagger eyes focused on all your movements. He could smell your arousal from his place. Carefully, he went forward, cupping a side of your face with his hand.

“What’s going on in that pretty mind of yours?” his voice was heavy just like his stare. “I’m…” Fuck, did you forgot how to speak? Was he that intoxicating? “You…” he mocked “I need to know what you want so I can give it to you, my dumb girl” his fingers caressed your cheek, as you felt your blood rushing through your body. You leaned to his touching, biting your lips hard so a moan wouldn’t escape. What was he doing to you?

“My dumb baby” he taunted “can’t barely contain the sweet sounds when I touch you” you closed your eyes and swallowed, addicted to the sound of his voice and his fingertips. “Gotta tell me what you want, put that pretty mouth of yours to use” your eyes widened at his words.

“I want you to ruin me” this time the words didn’t fail to leave your mouth. Steve had a satisfied smile on his face, dragging his thumb to your parted lips. You took them in, sucking and swirling your tongue around it, a low, strangled groan escaping his mouth at the sight.

“On your knees, pretty girl” he commanded, and you quickly sunk down to your knees. “Wanna see that pretty mouth of yours having a reason for being so out of words” he stated while undoing his belt and lowering his pants. The bulge clear in his boxers watering your mouths and making you wonder if it would fit later.

“Steve” you mumbled, after his cock sprang free from the restraining underwea. “it won’t fit” you blinked a couple of times. Steve chuckled at your words “Oh, my dumb gir, already so needy for my cock” he pouted, mocking your expression “it will fit, don’t worry. Just wait for it” he promised. You gulped and turned your eyes back to his shaft. “Now,” his authoritative tone made you look at him “Tongue out, sweetheart” another barked command, another order you followed promptly. “Eyes on me” he tilted your chin so you could actually look into his eyes, you nodded complying to all his demands.

You could taste the salty pre cum as you licked and sucked on his reddened tip. Sweet moans leaving your lips at the feeling, Steve’s hand threw back in pleasure. He gripped your hair and started thrusting into your mouth, leaving no spacing for breathing. You tugged on his thighs for support, gagging as his cock reached the back of your throat, tears falling down your eyes. The sounds and your current state only made Steve grew harder in your mouth, seeking his own release, using your mouth at his mercy.

“Doing so good for me, my dumb girl” he purred “gonna cum all over your face, fuck” he promised, almost losing his mind at the feeling “then have you bent over and dripping with my seed after I fuck you stupid” he whispered, his words fading as his release approached, curses leaving his mouth. The sounds he was making became your new favorite, he was in control but his flushed look, parted lips, groans and moans were all because of you. You hollowed your cheeks, and continue to let him use you. Suddenly he removed himself slightly as you felt hot, salty cum filling your mouth. You swallowed all he had for you, licking your lips afterwards.

Looking at him with flushed, innocent eyes, Steve pulled you up by your hair, kissing you. Teeth, tongue and his taste in your mouth mixing together in a passionate and rough kiss. Steve finally started undressing you, his lips never leaving your body. He sucked on your lips and moved to your neck, he could bruise the skin that his mouth captured. Steve wanted to let everyone know who you belonged to. As he sucked on one of your boobs, his large hands cupped the other, squeezing and pulling your nipples, making you whine for more. His fingers found your panties ripping the fabric and throwing away.

Steve removed his remaining clothes, lifting you up and placing you in the couch arm. His fingers found your pussy as he groaned at how wet you were “fuck, baby, you’re so fucking wet for me” his fingers spread your arousal through your cunt, tracing every inch, the fraction at your clit making you nearly jump. Steve pushes two fingers into you at once, stretching you open, delighting himself at how well you took them. “Feel so good squeezing my fingers, can’t wait til it’s my cock” he hissed. His thumb starting circling your clit, the pressure building inside you. You felt dizzy, numb to the feeling, gripping his shoulders as you came, hard. The coil in your stomach turning into white, hot, unimaginable, pleasure. Steve licked his fingers clean and moaned at the taste.

With an evil smile, he turned you easily, bending you over, exposing your ass and pussy for him. With a few strokes on his cock, his was ready to ruin all men for you. You whine at his tip teasing your entrance. Steve wasn’t gentle, burring all of him at once, barely giving you time to adjust to his size, impossibly stretching you to fit all of him. He started at a slow, agonizing pace, teasing you. It worked, you whined, grabbed at any resemblance of balance you could find. Almost sobbing for him to stop the torturous pace.

“Steve, I” you whined his name and his cock twitched inside you. “So cockdrunk already?” he mocked “Can’t even form words” he slowed even more, yet you thought it was impossible. “Fa-aster” you tried “Plea—” no warning, his hips started thrusting harder and faster. The pace settled made you feel the coil to form again, his dick sinking into you at every thrust. “My dumb girl” he said with raspy voice “So fucked out by me, won’t even be able to think after I’m done with you”. You could only moan his name, a mess of incoherent whines, sobs and curses leaving your lips.

Steve’s pace lost his rhythm, his release approaching. He started rubbing circles around your clit, pushing you towards the edge with him. It was all too much, the feeling of your walls contracting around him, his thumb in a perfect pace, the fact that it was Steve. You reached your orgasm soon enough, giving Steve the green light to pursue his own release. It was like shockwaves all over his body, his cock buried deep inside you, his hot cum warming you. Steve collapsed on your back, his cock beginning to soften, still inside you.

After a few heavy breaths, Steve removed himself, watching his cum dripping from your cunt, down to your thighs. He grabbed you in his arms and turned you to face him, rubbing his hand through your face. “Guess we need to clean you up” he offered, a sweet, tired smile on your lips. After that night Steve knew that no matter what happened, he wouldn’t leave you ever again. He would make sure to take care of you, protect you. No matter what.

[tteokdoroki]

— “PANTY THIEF + BAKUGOU.”

author’s note(s): inspired by this fanart and everyone being horny on THE DASH !! dedicated to @honeykeigo n @lady-bakuhoe for enabling my horny behaviour ok ok. also this turned out longer than i expected so ,,, have fun?

warning(s): mdni, 18+, smut, dubcon, mentions of drinking, uhh sniffed and stolen panties, slight!exhibitionism, power play dynamics, fingering, pussy slaps uwu, fem!reader + pro hero!bakugou.

“y-you uh, you don’t haf’ta do this mishta—?“

“dynamight.”

“r-right, dy-ma-might!”

katsuki had rolled his eyes the first time you spoke to him, a sweet, darling little girl too drunk on whatever shitty alcohol you’d been served at the bar on friday night. you obviously didn’t drink much, maybe even drunk too much— the hero would tell by the way your eyes crossed with your legs as you walked and the fact that you couldn’t remember the right way to spell your own name and it was clear your friends were a bunch of assholes for abandoning their shit faced friend to find her own way home.

he hated, this part of the job but he’d have felt bad if the guy following you home had done something bad to you and besides— the way you pressed yourself to the explosive hero, breasts spilling out of your tight black dress, thick and juicy thighs exposed to the fresh night air makes the whole ordeal worth it. oh you’re so cute, got katsuki’s cock stirring in his pants— his baggy hero costume suddenly becoming way too fucking tight for his liking. you’ll pay him back, he knows that you will, all of his fans do in some way or another.

you’ll be special though, if the smell of your saccharine cunt is anything to go by. slick dripping down your shaky thighs while he guides you down the empty street, and of course you’d be attracted to him. bakugou will have to indulge in you; his reward for being such a gentleman, for being your hero. “this ish me,” you squeak when the pair of you arrive at the door to your apartment complex. your words are smooshed together by your own drunken haze while you unlock the door to let yourself in.

how rude of you, forgetting all about dynamight who’d basically saved your life tonight. without much of a fight, bakugou pushes you against the door, effectively keeping it closed, his eyes cloud over— a storm thick with lust as you look up at him so innocently he could break. “not gonna invite me up, sweet stuff?” he coos, amused at the shiver that runs laps down the base of your spine. your thighs jump apart only just, giving the hero an opportunity to shove his hand up your dress to cup your sweet little cunt.

“i— i didn’t know—“ your mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, confusion etched so prettily across your face it makes bakugou want to bend you over and fill your hole to the brim. he’d save that for later though. “didn’t think you’d want to—“

the blonde growls, thick fingers easily finding your panties under that short dress of yours. the black lace is soaked to the bone, a sticky mess spreading across the digits that now pinch at your puffy clit. you jump and bakugou growls hungrily. “s’awfully rude don’cha think, sweet stuff? that’s okay though, i think you can reward me right fuckin’ here, don’chu?” a toothy smirk tugs at the hero’s lips when you dumbly nod in agreement, your body trembling from a mix of cold, neediness and excitement. “atta girl, spread those needy fuckin’ thighs for me then.”

you seem to have sobered up quickly, listening well for the hero that saved you and part your meaty thighs to let bakugou push your panties to the side and give him more access to your runny cunny. “p-please dynamight, d-do somethin,” comes your whiney voice as he lowers his to get a better view of your spread your pussy lips; he watches as your hole oozes just for him, desperate to filled and fucked. it’s too early for his cock, he needs to give you a taste of something else before you get drunk on him.

without warning, he pushes two of his expert fingers past your puckering entrance, immediately curling them in a come hither motion as his heated red eyes flicker up to watch your face. your ruby painted lips hang open in a silent moan while your fingers dig into bakugou’s shoulders so hard your nails form tears in his hero suit. “fuckin’ look atcha baby, barely even touched ya ‘n you’re already suckin’ down my fingers so greedily.” he snarls, sharp teeth coming down on your barley clothed breast.

bakugou’s thumb massages rough circles into your clit, pulling more honeyed cries from your lips as your eyes screw shut. “f-fuck, dynamight, need more of your touch, ‘m begging you please!” is all you can say, mindlessly babbling as you fail to keep yourself up right. the explosive pro hero steadies you with an arm wrapped around your waist, fingers curling again to explore more of your velvet walls.

“it’s katsuki, to you,” he barks out, using the arm around your waist to smack your sloppy cunt, the wet sound echoing across the street. “needy little thing, beggin’ me like this, who am i to deny your wishes?” bakugou grins, mercilessly scissoring his digits into your tight heat to stretch you wide open for him. he can’t believe his luck, the way you’re so pliant and responsive to him and him alone.

it’s too soon for him to be this addicted to your cute moans filling the crisp air but he can’t help himself, not when you clamp around his scarred fingers with every pump of them into your silken heat. not with the way your own fingers now curl in sun kissed blonde hair— pulling the hero upwards to suck on his bottom lip, followed by his tongue.

you cry out, the most beautiful sound katsuki’s every heard in all twenty years of living when his fingers press down hard on that gummy pleasure spot inside you, and like the good girl you are for him, you keep your shaky thighs open for him. “you’re such a good fuckin’ doll, letting me finger you out in the open like this, anyone could see us but you wouldn’t care, not when you’re creamin’ your panties for dynamight, right sweet thing?” bakugou’s lewd words go straight to your cunt, entangled with the squelching noises as he moves within you.

“yes! yes! wouldn’t care, don’ care...j-jus wanna cum for you, s-suki—fuck, please—“ you mewl into the night, doe eyes shimmering with tears as the knot in your lower tummy gets tighter and tighter until you can’t bare it anymore.

bakugou grins, curling his fingers once more to send you hurtling off of the edge. he can’t stop thinking about how soaked your little lace panties must be, about all the things he’s going to do with them once he gets them off of you.

“cum.” your pussy follows his orders for you, white flashing behind your eyes as a scream rips in your throat and shoots out into the quiet night. the knot in your stomach snaps, release splashing out against bakugou’s hand and hero suit— he makes you cum so hard you almost black out, a twitching mess in the hero’s arms.

when you finally come to, bakugou’s slurping your nectar off of his fingers, head cocked to the side as you shakily look up at him. “i, uh...t-thank you!” you breathe, blinking away the buzzing noise in the back of your head. “for...uh...”

you’re so cute, flushed with heat and slick dripping from between your legs. you obviously think that was a one time thing, but bakugou hasn’t finished cashing in his reward. the hero shakes his head, using a thumb and forefinger to tilt your own up to meet his ruby gaze. “give me your phone and take off your panties.” he orders, voice authoritative and never wavering— you’re confused, but don’t question him, just as a good girl should.

rooting around in your now discarded purse, you pull out and unlock your going for katsuki, who busies himself with your contacts. embarrassment crawls up your spine when you reach for your underwear, still wet with your arousal and release, you look to bakugou hesitantly. “do i have to—?”

“off.” he grunts, barely looking up from your device as you shimmy out of the lace garment and hand it to him. bakugou gives you the same evil smirk from earlier while you collect yourself against the door, sniffing the flimsily, wet material before shoving them into the pocket of his pants. his cock is hard as a fucking rock, but he’ll be able to deal with it appropriately after his patrol. “i’ll be keeping these. this is where we say g’night sweet stuff.”

the way you curl in on yourself, perhaps a bit humiliated at the idea of your panties being taken by the number two pro hero is adorable, and if he didn’t have patrol, katsuki would have eaten you up right then and there. “goodnight dynamight— i mean, k-katsuki, thank you for everything and h-have a safe night.” you squeak out quickly, moving to open the door again.

“not a problem, honey,” bakugou whispers with a lowered voice, pulling you in to swipe his tongue across your bottom lip, shoving his tongue down your throat in a kiss goodnight. “now get your cute ass upstairs, don’ want anyone to see your leaky cunt like this. that’s fuckin’ mine.”

you do as you’re told, bidding the hero one last farewell before dashing up the steps and into your apartment. your heart and mind race a thousand miles a minute, crazed with the fact that you had just been fingered to the best fucking orgasm of your life by the number two pro hero. you have to force yourself to shower, mapping out all of the spots that bakugou had touched you and growing giddy at the small burn marks he’d left against the inner workings of your thighs.

that night, or rather, early morning— you settle into the sheets, mind still plagued with thoughts of katsuki bakugou, when your phone pings with a text.

to: yn.

from: unknown.

— never got your name sweet stuff, care to tell me who’s name i’ll be moaning tonight?

( one attachment ).

your heartbeat thunders in your ears, familiar warm pooling between your legs yet again as you open the image— knowing that there can be only one person that it’s from. a quiet moan slips past your lips as the picture loads to reveal bakugou in your very same black lace panties from earlier— the slick from your release pressed up against his barely covered cock, while he jerks himself off, precum oozing from his blistering red tip.

you exhale, typing back your name and hitting send— thanking whatever higher power that lead katsuki bakugou to steal your fucking panties.

[sardonic-the-writer]

Ask and you shall receive (eventually): Mad scientist Wilbur- kidnaps reader and a bunch of other people to do experiments on. decides he likes reader and wants to make them his assistant. Makes them help him with evil mad scientist stuff. Also Techno is a janitor because of that one joke in the lab rats 100 player challenge ~cedar

"No no no that's not how you do it love-"

Two rough hands placed themself on your own (which were holding a beaker full of pink liquid.) The feeling was akin to sandpaper against your skin; surprising and sharp.

Wilbur has appeared behind you without you noticing, making your figure jump slightly.

You had been standing lamely by a table full of science materials and tools. Flames were being lit, water bubbling, liquids mixed- Point was that you had no idea what was going on and were just messing about.

Hands guided your own to pour the substances, mixing with more below. The sound of trickling fluids made hairs stand up on your arms. It was either that or the fact you could feel hot breath on the back of your neck.

"There you go dear!" You heard Wilbur say, stepping back and putting his gloved hands on his waist. You turned around with dark circles under your eyes and sighed.

"Wilbur-"

"We've gone over this before (Y/n)." He tutted with a crazy smile. The same smile that he'd been holding for weeks "Call me Wil."

With a cross between disgust and caution mingling on your lips, you chose your words carefully when speaking again.

"Wil..." You relented reluctantly. "-I still don't know why you dragged me here..." You guestured to yourself, hinting heavily at the fact that this insane scientist has kidnapped you and thrown you in his lab. Sort of like another trophy to put on his shelf.

It had been a strange experience. The kidnapping I mean. What went on in the lab was another type of crazy. (You had seen this man pit 100 other people up against each other for no reason other than "research". You were in no place to be making him angry. It's not like that weird looking janitor would help you anyways; you had already pleaded him to. But to no avail.)

Wilburs eye twitched at your statement, his smile a bit more strained now.

"What? You don't like it?" He tittered with a tight posture.

Gulping and shaking your head feverntly, you denied his claim.

"No no it's great, but-"

"But what darling."

By now you had noticed that he had slipped a hand into one of his lab coat pockets and was slowly pulling out a shiny object. He held it up in the air for you to see, revealing the cylinder item to be a thin syringe.

"Wilbur wait please." You stuttered out, backing into the lab table behind you. You didn't like the look of what was inside the syringes bottle. A neon green color of sorts.

"I told you it's Wil." Wilbur giggled, his voice cracking in the middle with the strain he was putting into his words. Then the wild haired brunette slowly began to approach his darling with shaking hands and a smile that contrasted a deranged gaze.

"Try not to make that mistake again."

[bratkook]

quiet, baby. (m) jjk

pairing. jungkook x reader genre. smut, pwp warnings. exhibitionism, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, slightly teasing/mean kook turns into whiny kook at the end lol word count. 3.2k note. today on jlin spews together a smutty drabble while ignoring her other wips just bc that one specific photo of jungkook is eating away at her brain, i give you this, it’s not edited, idk if i hate it or not and i wrote it all on tumblr mobile so..yeah🤩

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“That’s it, slow and steady baby.” Jungkook’s voice comes from behind you, husky and teasing, edges of his lips ghosting around your ear as he sighs when you do exactly as he asks. 

Your head falls forward with a choked groan as his hand slips under your skirt, fingers finding their desired target as he begins to circle your clit, your skin feeling hot from his sinful hands. Everything feels stuffy now, the sweat accumulating behind your neck, your face burning in embarrassment at you actually doing this, the thrill of where you were making another gush of arousal escape you. 

When you had jokingly teased your boyfriend during dinner, your hand lightly ghosting over his cock through the thick denim he wore, you were lying if you said you didn’t think it would lead to anything besides seeing him flustered as he asked for the check. Jungkook always had something up his sleeve whenever you decided to be bold and you knew your actions would be well worth it.

Apparently you were right, your boyfriend did in fact have plans, the gears turning in his mind as you walked hand in hand down the streets, his half hard cock pressing against his jeans so prominently it was a blessing he wore long enough layers to cover it up. Jungkook wasn’t a sucker, if you thought you could tease him and act coy without getting similar treatment in return you had another thing coming. 

As he stepped onto the subway and glanced around he smiled when he took note of one other person occupying the car, tucked away in a far corner with their eyes shut and earbuds blasting who knows what. It was perfect, you were completely unaware of the filthy plan he had as he guided you to the very back, but as soon as the subway started moving so did his hands. 

Slowly at first, trailing along the exposed skin of your thighs, playing with the hem of your pleated skirt in a way so innocent you allowed yourself to get comfortable in your seat. Then came the teasing words, knowing just what your fantasies were and using them to his advantage, wrapped neatly with a ribbon on top, beautifully disguised to make you think it was in your favor. 

You in fact were a sucker, which is exactly how you found yourself perched on top of Jungkook with your skirt bunched up, thighs held apart and hooked over his knees as you creamed his cock, taking him completely without a care in the world. Each roll of your sensitive clit makes you shudder above him, needing to shut your eyes to stop the possibility of making eye contact with the only other person here, if you couldn’t see them, they couldn’t see you. That’s the mentality that kept you going. 

Jungkook simply chuckles when you rest your forehead against the seat in front of you, enjoying the way your body trembles with pleasure, your own hands tightly clutching onto the arm circling around your waist as you do your best to keep your moans in. The pleasure was slowly bubbling inside of you, the roll of his fingers lulling you further under the haze of it all and thats when he speaks.

“Let’s play a game hm?” he whispers, voice sounding steady and unaffected, only making you feel like more of a mess at how you were behaving. 

“A game?” Your voice is soft, slurred at the ends as it spills out of your mouth, curling over your tongue as you struggle to speak. Jungkook knows he has you now, your competitive streak mixed with the lust clouding your brain made for the perfect scenario for Jungkook’s plan, there was no way you would say no. 

“Yeah,” he sighs, pressing a soft kiss against your cheek, rutting his hips up into you and smirking when you whimper in response from his cock rubbing against your g-spot. “If you can be a good girl and make me cum before our stop, I won’t punish you for your little stunt during dinner.”

“I didn’t–“ you start, the lie catching in your throat before it can even fully form, your nails digging into the leather of his jacket when he spreads your thighs further apart and delivers a swift smack against your aching clit, laughing meanly when your body twitches at the sensation. 

“You did.” Jungkook continues to mouth along your skin, kissing down your jaw and onto your neck. When the automated voice fills the car and alerts you of the coming exit you feel the way he smiles against your skin, a small hum reaching your ears at the thought of you running out of time. The shadow of his bucket hat not allowing you to see his eyes when you turn back to look at him in curiosity, but you don’t need to see them to know the evil glint he’s sporting. “Better hurry up baby, we’re a few stops away.”

“Jungkook,” you whine, the first fully audible response from you so far. Could you make him cum in that amount of time? Possibly, but when Jungkook was determined to tease you he could hold off his own orgasm without a hitch, you on the other hand couldn’t and you knew if you came before him whatever punishment he had planned would only stretch out, it could go in your favor but you were too needy to test it out. 

“C’mon, this is what you wanted isn’t it?” His hands roam up until he’s gripping your hips, fingers digging into your skin and beginning to guide you to grind on top of him, the torturous glide of his cock rubbing all the right spots inside of you making you gasp. 

“No,” you whimper, but the way your hips start to move once more show otherwise, a steady roll of your hips continuing and Jungkook doesn’t need to see the mess you’re making to know just how turned on you are by this. The base of his cock had a pool of your arousal around it, sticky and shiny each time you slid off before rolling back, no doubt ruining his underwear pushed a few inches down but that didn’t matter when you felt this good around him. 

The disinterested sigh he lets out only makes you speed up, the loosening grip on your hips as he leans back into his seat has you desperate to keep his attention on you, show him how good you could be for him. With newfound determination your hands move to grip onto the back of the seat a few inches in front of you, holding yourself steady as you begin to bounce on top of him, hoping your actions are discreet enough to conceal what you were doing from wandering eyes. 

Jungkook smirks when he feels your velvety walls tighten with each raise of your hips, lifting up until the head of his cock was the only thing nuzzled within you before your warmth took him in once more as you sank back down with a light thump. The rumbling of the subway wheels conceal the noise enough but he isn’t even sure he would care if anyone bares witness to this, seeing you lose yourself on top of him, desperate to make him cum despite being in public. 

This had been a fantasy for both of you for so long and as the subway approaches the following stop you feel the tiny sense of panic begin to set in, the bright lights of the station grabbing your attention as you spot a handful of people lingering by the tracks. You still your hips as you wait, hoping none of them would step foot onto the car you were in, not entirely sure if you’d be able to pass off riding your boyfriend as innocently sitting on his lap. 

“Is my baby shy now?” His words snap you back, a tilt of his head finally allowing you to see his eyes as he stares at you, a genuine look of understanding being passed between you, knowing if you had become too uncomfortable to continue he’d stop with no questions asked. 

Your eyes move to stare out of the window once more, sighing in relief when the passengers board the car in front of you instead and the train resumes moving. “Just don’t want anyone to see.” 

Jungkook laughs lightly at your words, sitting straighter as he circles his arms around your waist again, holding you still on top of him with his cock buried deep within you as his right hand creeps under your skirt once more. “Don’t want anyone to see what a needy slut you are?”

His words have the desired effect on you, whimpering and dropping your head back as his deft fingers find your clit like second nature, rubbing tight circles around your hardened nub as you tightened around his length. 

“No,” you gasp, “only w-want you to see that.” The desperation laced in your voice makes it hard to recognize yourself but he revels in it, let’s himself soak in your words, the small tingles of pleasure spreading throughout his body before he’s planting his feet firmly onto the floor and thrusting up into you. A squeal of surprise fills the space, piercing through the silence it's a shock the single passenger was still sound asleep with his earbuds popped in. 

“Quiet, baby.” he mocks with a teasing tilt to his voice, continuing to rut up into you, loving every moan that slips out of your plush lips, swollen from the way you bit down on them. Jungkook knew neither of you were being discreet now, with the way your body jostled each time he thrust up, your face twisted up in pleasure, illuminated by the bright lights, if anyone glanced in your direction it would be clear as day.

You didn’t care anymore, too lost in the feeling of his thick cock filling you up, the sensation of the denim rubbing along the back of your thighs with each roll of his hips, the familiar scent of your boyfriend's cologne wrapping around you as he held you close. Paired with the way his fingers continued to flick against your clit, it was too much, already feeling your climax approaching. 

Jungkook knows, can feel the way your walls get tighter, the tremble in your body as it starts to take over you, the breathy whines of his name as it gets closer. The need to cum has you quickening up your hips, meeting his thrusts in tandem, the two of you so lost in your pleasure you don’t notice the approaching stop. The automated voice doesn’t register in your head, your ears full of the rhythmic thumping of your heart, eyes once again shut and the prettiest pout on your lips that Jungkook could faintly see in the reflection of the window. 

“Fuck, so pretty,” he groans, eyes locked onto your reflection, seeing your brows furrow together as your mouth drops open in a silent moan. Just as your orgasm is about to wash over you he pulls his hand away from your clit and stills your hips entirely with an iron grip, with all the stimulation gone your orgasm is ripped away from you, a whiny plea making Jungkook chuckle. 

“No, no Jungkook please.” Your hips fight against his grip, desperately searching for any friction to relieve the ache of your ruined orgasm, rutting against him with a frown, head dropping forward as you stare down. With shaky hands you lift up your skirt and sigh when you see the way his fingers are covered in your slick, inches from your throbbing clit, choosing to deny you your pleasure like the teasing asshole he was. 

“Did you forget already?” he asks, bringing a hand up to gently rub along your cheek as you whimper, leaning into his touch. When the doors close and the subway takes off again he chuckles, knowing your time was running out, already planning all the ways he would tease you the minute you got home. “One more stop baby.”

Taking a deep breath you try to ignore the flutters in your stomach, knowing exactly what you had to do to make Jungkook fall apart underneath you. When his hand loosens up on your hip you begin moving again, not holding back the moans that spill from your mouth anymore, making a show of grabbing his hands and trailing them up your thighs and under your shirt, knowing just how much he loved your tits. 

He grunts against your shoulder in appreciation when his large palm grabs a handful of your boobs over the flimsy bralette you’re wearing, giving them a rough squeeze as you mewl above him.  “Fuck, Jungkook,” you sigh dreamily, humming when the tip of his cock nudges along your g-spot. “You always make me so messy.”

Jungkook groans now, your words and the soft wet smacks of your messy pussy sinking onto his cock affecting him, making his head swim with desire as you whine when he pulls at your hardened nipple. “Shit, you feel so warm.” He’s speaking softly, almost like his thoughts are spilling out without warning, always losing himself whenever you become vocal, needing to hear just how good he made you feel to allow himself to bask in it. 

His eyes flutter shut, enjoying the drag of your walls on his cock with each roll of your hips, your chest heaving as you panted, his hand still cupping your breast, teasingly tugging and twisting at the pebbled bud, wanting nothing more than to lick and suck his way around your chest but this would have to do. 

“Kookie,” you breathe, “wanna feel you, please.” Your earlier orgasm starts to rise once more, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to hold it back before him and with the stop approaching soon he had to cum now to save you from whatever torture he had planned. 

“Yeah?” He huffs out a moan, whiny and needy, a complete contrast to the unaffected demeanor he had earlier. Jungkook couldn’t play calm and collected anymore, already diving head first into this, too far gone to be able to pull back now. 

“I’m gonna make you even messier for me, s-show you–“ he’s cut off with a gasp when you start to pulse your walls around him, head falling back as a deep groan escapes him, his own orgasm crawling up his spine. “Fuck, show you how good girls get rewarded.”

“Please, I’ve been good, just wanna make you cum.” An unrestrained moan fills the air as he starts to thrust up into you in desperation, the only thought in his mind being filling you up full of his cum, wanting to see it dripping around your ruined underwear, slicked along your inner thighs and concealed by that tiny skirt you wore. You were always so hell bent on teasing him, knowing just how much he loved to ruin you afterwards, turning you into a delirious mess all because of his cock. He loves it. 

“Don’t worry baby,” he grunts, the added layers he wore only making it stuffier for him as he begins to sweat, clinging to his body as he pants behind you. “Gonna fill you up.”

Trailing your own hand down your torso your fingers meet your throbbing clit, shuddering on top of him as you start to rub against it, jolts of pleasure coursing through you as your climax inches closer. Jungkook isn’t far off, the coil inside of him tightening as you whimper each time his cock hits the back of your cervix, his brain heady with lust, not being able to hold back the increased volume of his moans. 

“Fuck, almost there.” You hum in confirmation, nodding along as your body heats up, muscles beginning to tense, mind starting to float with each flick of your wrist. 

“Show me I’m a good girl Kook,” you whine out so beautifully, so needy and desperate for him, and he loses it, rutting into you sloppily until he’s cumming, ribbons of white stuffing you full and warming you up as he fuck you. The feeling of his cum inside you sends you over the edge as well, your thighs giving out on you as you fully plop on top of him, your fingers continuing to rub along your sensitive clit as you shudder and twitch above him. 

“Fuck,” he sighs out, panting by your ear and mixing in with the small ringing you hear from the strength of your orgasm. Slowly, his hand slips out from underneath your shirt, rubbing along the skin of your hips to help calm you down as your body trembles. With a small groan you pull yourself off of his softening cock, readjusting your messy underwear before scooting back onto the seat beside him. 

Jungkook watches as your eyes widen at the sight of his cock, shiny with your arousal, coated in globs of his cum, looking just as inviting as always. He chokes on a moan when you instantly bend forward and slip it into your mouth, the sensitivity making him whine as you lick his cock clean, pulling off with a pop and a smirk. “Was I good?”

He narrows his eyes at your teasing tone, the devious look on your face showing him that you weren’t done yet. Jungkook thought he had one upped you, caught you by surprise after you teased him and took you on a run for your money by doing this, but you looked completely satisfied with yourself as he slid his cock back into his underwear and pulled his jeans back up. 

“You’re evil.”

Jungkook smiles when you laugh, both of you pausing when the automated voice alerts you of your stop approaching in a few seconds. As the two of you stand up from the seats your eyes roam the car once more, a gasp escaping when you realize the only other person here has stepped off. 

“Oh my god, when did they leave?”

“Last stop, don’t worry they left before it got good.” He clutches your hands when you go to swat at him, laughing heartily as you approach the car doors. “They totally knew too.”

Jungkook had seen the moment they left, earbuds still pushed in, but the way they had glanced in their direction shaking their head with a smile let him know that he was completely aware of the filthy things you two were doing. 

“Jungkook!” you whine, stepping off the subway and onto the platform, grimacing when you feel the way your sticky underwear rubs against you. 

“What? This was all part of your scheme you little devil, at least we didn’t have a massive audience.”

Well he had a point, it could’ve been worse, at least this way you were able to tick off the box beside this fantasy. “We’re never doing this again, I don’t care how hot it was.”

Your boyfriend just smiles, intertwining your hands together as you exit the station. He knew you better than anyone so he knew you were absolutely doing this again.

[1kook]

commercial break: twelve

this is part of my netflix & chill series a prelude to part 10 <3

SUMMARY Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee.  WARNING none !! we r safe MISC jk and doyeon mortal enemies, nearly everyone is mentioned, thank u namjoon, jk loves oc, the end <3 jimin makes his first appearance O_O WC 1.4k

NOTES we just having fun with it!!! jk’s friendship with everyone else <3

Doyeon says you have fat fingers, and Jungkook takes great offense at that. “Who cares about the size— __ has pretty hands, idiot,” he mutters, and almost wants to feel bad about being so childish in the middle of this jewelry store. But Kim Doyeon is a pest— a fly who just won’t stop buzzing by his ear with each ring they look at, and she has the audacity to look disgusted with him now. Jungkook very much regrets inviting her along. She exudes very similar energy to the popular girls he used to go to high school, the ones that would only talk to him because he was friends with Namjoon and wanted Jungkook to help them into his pants. Lo and behold, Kim Doyeon is very acquainted with whatever’s inside Namjoon’s pants. She hits the mark perfectly. 

“Oh, definitely get her a rock. Like, one of those obnoxiously bing and shiny rings, maybe?” And she never stops talking. 

Jungkook hasn’t had to spend this much time with her in months, the last time being Namjoon’s birthday when you had tasked the two of them to go pick up the cake together. Not only was Doyeon adamant on passenger-seat driving — “Turn here,” she says a moment too late, “no wait, here — but she had been an absolute heathen outside in the bakery parking lot. 

(“Okay, now take a picture of me by this wall,” she says, artfully holding up the box of cake in two hands, dark hair flipped over her shoulder. Jungkook doesn’t know how to tell her that there is no significant difference between this brick wall and the brick wall they just took a picture by two minutes before.)

Anyway, if it was up to Jungkook, Kim Doyeon would not be a member of the Engagement Ring Committee. It would be him and Namjoon, and maybe Namjoon’s blunt roommate Jimin if he was feeling down for it, but that was pretty much it. Even Taehyung, a very close and dearly cherished friend, had not made the cut. He was too lazy, didn’t offer much concrete advice other than the occasional, “that one looks cool” comment. 

The great thing about Namjoon is that he’s highly educated on just about every aspect of life; he knows the best hairstylists — “You can always ask Hobi,” Namjoon offers, “he’s married.” — and the best lawyers — “Oh, and Yoongi can help with your prenup.” — for no reason other than the fact he is Namjoon. 

The bad thing about Namjoon is that he’s dead set on including Doyeon. “Doyeon is ___’s best friend,” he says calmly one night after dinner. You’re at your friend’s house this weekend, something about a midnight revenge plot against a shitty ex-boyfriend. He isn’t too clear on the details. “You have to let her in on it.” It’s been decades since Jungkook last stomped his foot in annoyance, but the urge wells up strongly in him now. 

Jimin is on the couch. “Oooh, you don’t like her?” he asks, flipping his platinum hair away from his eyes. Jungkook doesn’t answer, only because it would be rude to confirm it in front of Namjoon. Jimin presses on. “Is she, like, an evil best friend?”

“Yes,” Jungkook says at the same time Namjoon says, “no.” Jimin’s got this highly intrigued smirk on his face, and Jungkook hates how similar it is to your own mischievous grins. He’s glad you haven’t met Jimin, mostly because he knows you have your mean moments and meeting Park Jimin would only exacerbate them. Namjoon frowns anyway. 

Jimin says, “oh, you guys should duel. Like, whoever knows __ the best gets to keep her.” 

Namjoon jumps to stop that thought. “No— they’re not gonna duel, Jimin. ___ isn’t an object to win,” he scolds, and Jungkook nods along agreeingly, pretends he hadn’t seriously considered Jimin’s idea for a solid ten seconds. 

Long story short, Doyeon has tagged along to this jeweler and the past two jewelers to make sure Jungkook doesn’t give you “an ugly ring,” as she claims. 

“Wait, what if you get her this one,” she says, on the other side of the store. Jungkook sighs, but hurries over anyway. Hey, he’s here to see some rings, okay? 

Doyeon is looking at the most ugly ring Jungkook has ever seen, a mix of a braid and a snake, that is just too… not you. “This is hideous,” he says, disregarding all and any notions of being polite because at this point, she had to be pulling his leg. “___ would hate this.” 

At his side, Doyeon huffs. “Oh, ‘cause you know ___ sooo well, don’t you?” she snarks. 

Jungkook levels her with a glare. “I do, actually,” he says, “that’s literally what made me want to marry her.” And because Kim Doyeon sparks a very immature flame within him, he feels the need to add, “I probably know ___ better than you,” to top it off. 

Doyeon scoffs. “No, you don’t— you will never know her like I do, you overgrown fungus,” she spits. “Me and ___ have exceeded any level of trust you could ever hope to have, a friendship forged on the grounds of love and equal values. A nerd like you can’t even begin to fathom the absolutely crazy shit we’ve shared with each other.” 

If he was eight years younger, Jungkook is certain he would have gone home and cried. Mid-twenties Jungkook, on the other hand, has had one too many rodeos with mean girls — he’s dating a retired high school cheerleader, for goodness sake, an apex predator if he’s ever seen one — and will not stand for it. Besides, Jungkook has received your blessing to check Doyeon into place if ever she crosses the line. 

(“Sometimes you just gotta knock her down, maybe call her a dumbass if necessary,” you had said one night after Doyeon had unceremoniously barged into your apartment to monopolize your evening plans with Jungkook. Now it’s nearing midnight and as much as Jungkook wants to spend time with you, he’s deathly tired. “Just tell her off.” 

Jungkook frowns, snuggles closer until he’s so tightly pressed against your body that he can’t tell whose heartbeat is whose. He likes it like that.

There’s just something about your annoying best friend that activates this feeling in Jungkook’s chest. If anything, Jungkook imagines it is similar to that of having a bratty little sister. But Doyeon as his sister? He rolls his eyes so far back he swears he sees his own brain. 

It’s childish and petty and unlike Jungkook — or at least, unlike the Jungkook he knows you think he is. Which is flattering, to be thought of so highly, but sometimes Jungkook wonders where on earth you got that idea from. Because whenever he’s around you, Jungkook becomes increasingly immature, grows so greedy and needy, desperate for anything you have to give him. 

And because he’s so immature, he settles on tattling to you instead, “she called me a sweaty meat bag,” to which you snort in amusement.) 

For now, he calls on the spirit of the most mature person he knows (Namjoon). Jungkook takes one last look at his millionth silver band of the day before turning to address the Wicked Witch of the West. “I might not know ___ like you do, but that’s fine,” he says calmly. “We’re gonna spend the rest of our lives together anyway.” 

In front of him, Doyeon’s eye twitches and Jungkook senses he has won. For now. See, the thing is, Jungkook knows that using Namjoon-level logic against her is foolproof. For one, Namjoon’s logic is always solid. But also, as much as Jungkook despises Kim Doyeon with nearly every fiber in his being… ultimately, they share a common interest: cherishing you. 

Had it not been for your existence in their lives, Jungkook doubts he would have ever spent his Saturday morning at a jeweler with the likes of Kim Doyeon, especially not after she had spent ten minutes in the Starbucks drive-thru ordering the most bizarrely complicated drink. But deep in his heart Jungkook knows that she loves you, though not as much as him, and he respects the fact she is willing to accompany him in the name of buying you a beautiful engagement ring. It’s a friendship solidarity he admires, and for that he stomps down his childish pride to answer in a way that would impress, well, you. 

(Even when you’re not here, Jungkook always wants to impress you.)

At his side, Doyeon huffs. “I should’ve never taken ___ to that party.”

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[monmuses]

flameandindifference​:

Many would think an antichrist only a ball of pure evil and bloodlust.

But the fact remained that Lucius was as much a child as he was the son of the devil. There were still human needs mixed in with the demonic influences and powers that flowed through his veins. So he does not pull from the contact, instead easily wrapping his arms around his brother’s neck.

The most offered is a little twitch at the headbutt. Lucius didn’t laugh too often, so he merely gives a little hum in response to the words. Being called ‘cute’ hardly bothered him much. Being ‘cute’ helped him get away with plenty; it was an advantage and a boon. 

He responds by giving a small head bump right back.

     It was no problem seeing his little brother be all sweet like this. If anything, he found it really cute that he was able to show a softer side this way. Of course, it wasn’t something Isaac ever tried to poke fun at him for, nor was he not aware of how he acted to get what he wanted. He valued Lucius’s needs as much as his own. He will be able to meet those needs for his little brother, no matter the cost.

     “I know it’s not something to call you much, but I think it fits for right now,” he smiled, patting his head. “Just this once, if that’s okay with you.”

[discrunkled-twog]

Akechi's Parakeet

This was supposed to be one headcanon, mixed with others I was planning to pull out of nowhere, but I liked the idea and, well, here we are.

Akechi would have a parakeet. He'd spend hours researching food and training and health nonsense for it. It'd sit on his finger for hours if he'd let it.

This bird loves Akechi. And only Akechi. He regularly goes outside and lets it free. Much to Saiki's amazement, it flys several miles away before returning to Akechi's head.

Saiki would regularly try to scare it or mess with it, without his powers at first, hoping to get a reaction out of him. It doesn't work because Akechi trained that darn thing well.

As soon as Saiki starts to get petty and use telepathy to try and talk to it, it would fly up to him and start pecking his head.

This obviously doesn't hurt him, but it lets Akechi know exactly what he's doing. He now gives him the evil eye while continuing the conversation, effectively getting him to quit his crap.

Saiki contemplates going back to his house to hang out, but puts it off for a few days because he remembers the parakeet.

Akechi invites him back, and feeling guilty about the last time, he goes.

He's led into Akechi's room. He takes very good care of that parakeet. So much so that there are branches and plants on his desk and the floor for the bird to perch on.

It's loose in his room. It's somehow well trained enough to not leave. As though it would leave, since it likes Akechi.

In fact, it likes him so much that it'll rest on his head or his shoulder regularly.

Akechi doesn't react to this, and continues talking, much too Saiki's shock and horror.

Because the parakeet is thinking not-so-pleasant things about him, and Akechi has no idea, since it's very still.

Every now and again it'd twitch its wing and Saiki would freak out a bit before remembering it can't do anything to him.

Akechi even brings it down in his hands and starts to pet it as it continues glaring at him.

"Kusuo-kun? Is something wrong? You seem to be staring quite intently at- Oh! Would you like to pet him?"

He shakes his head, but Akechi insists, while the bird continues to think things at him.

You're going to upset him. You don't pet me I'll bring an end to your world as you know it. I'll make sure you never see the light of day. I'll peck you in places that never see the light of day. I'll find great joy in watching you writhe in agony. Pet me, you heathen, and I might spare you. If you don't immediately succumb to my will...

This fricking bird talks as much as Akechi, but it's waaaaaaaay meaner.

Saiki again, isn't afraid of it because it can't actually hurt him. But he sees the fading smile on Akechi's face and knows it's right.

So he goes to pet it and neither of them like it at all, but Akechi is happy, so they set aside their mutual distain.

The bird's name is Daisaku.

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