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have you heard? arianna minyard is not allowed to go on a date unless her sister does đ
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has he considered leaving me alone itsBeen 4 years
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arin rambles#im locking in i havent drawn him enough over the years. i need everyone to know i am THE pure vanilla fan.#sorry for going missing for a month and returning with a hyperfixation on boring cookies.
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âĄâàż BETWEEN FEIGNED HATRED AND REAL DESIRE âĄâàż
đ€ Summary: You can't stand Jungkook, your brother's arrogant, cocky friend who is just waiting for an opportunity to annoy you. He always finds a way to get under your skin, and you were sure that what you hated more than him was the idea of having any feelings for him. But one accident changes everything. Left with him in a locked, cramped room, where every breath is a fire between you two, you realizes that you hatred has always been hidden behind something deeper. Something that cannot be denied, cannot be ignored.
đ€ Couple: Jeon Jungkook/ The Reader, Jungkook âą Y/N
đ€ Age restrictions: 18+
đ€ Size: one shot
đ€ Tags: best friend brother, school au, y/n Hoseok sister, from enemies to lovers, sexual tension, unprotected sex, detailed description of sexual scenes, swear words, slightly domJK.
đ€ Dedication: A late Valentine's Day gift đ @myjungkookthighs, @kelsyx33, @someoneelse0109, @mskookie, @kooccult, @smokinghotstargirl , @curse-of-art, @rispwr, @kooko007, @medstudentlifestyle
đ€ From author: Another of my fantasies that resulted in this, in my opinion, an interesting work. It seems that there are many such works, but you know each author writes in his own way đ„čđ Therefore, please enjoy, this is a gift ( đ€« Late gift) for Valentine's Day đđ«¶đ»đ
Your story seems is typical. You hated one of your brother's best friends. All five of the Bulletproof boys on your school's volleyball team were just perfect.
Namjoon, tall, strong, and very smart. Jin is tall, funny, and handsome. Yoongi is quiet, talented, and can always talk to you about anything. Jimin is cheerful, charismatic, and has a subtle sense of humor. Taehyung was synonymous with the word beauty, he was cute but also a tomboy.
And him. Jeon Jungkook. He was a walking nightmare who was hotter than fire, but had a temper that pissed you off. His favorite thing to do was to tease you. He would do just that when he came to your house to hang out at a party thrown by Hoseok, your brother, or when you were having lunch at school with your brother and a whole bunch of his friends sat down with you. Jungkook was always there. And you were literally sick of him.
There was tension between you because your conversation always ended with you screaming and wanting to scratch his face.
Today was Valentine's Day and you hated it. Why? Who wouldn't hate those sweet couples in love who kissed or hugged each other almost everywhere they went? Why are they so annoying on this particular day?
Physical education is over, the last class of the day. You took a shower and went to the locker room. The girls were all gathered together, talking, joking about Valentine's Day.
"Girls, let's each say who we would like to fuck today?" - Kim Sora, who was your bestie, suggested. Only the girls from your company were left in the locker room. They were all mostly cheerleaders, but you weren't. "I'd like Namjoon." - She says first. Everyone laughs and Hewon and Seolha say they would like Namjoon too.
"And I would like Yoongi. His aloof and almost bored behavior turns me on so much. I would know how to make him feel better." - Sejong says, and you burst out laughing. She's had her eye on Yoongi for a while now, but he's not paying attention.
"God, I can't decide between Taehyung and Jimin. They're both so hot, can I have both?" - Sumin asks. You laugh again as you put on your sweatpants. You look at yourself in the mirror.
"Y/N hope you'll forgive me, but I'd like to fuck your brother." - Arin says. You turn to her and grimace.
"Goshhh, Arin, I thought you had better taste." - The girls laugh, but you don't. You genuinely don't understand what girls find sexy about your brother. But fortunately, you don't have to.
"And you're Y/N? You're the only one who hasn't said yet." - Arin laughs and all the girls pay attention to you. You are a little nervous about their attention, and you walk back to the bench where your T-shirt was lying. You put it on.
"I don't know, I don't think I'm interested in any of the Bulletproofs." - You say casually.
"No, you're a liar." - Sora says, and you turn a sharp look at her. You raise your eyebrows. No. She's not going to tell you about him. "Girls, do you know who she dreams of fucking?" - Sora smiles slyly.
"Don't you dare talk about him." - You threaten your bestie , who breaks into an even more evil smile. All the girls squeal almost in unison.
"Who? Who is it?" - Arin squeals.
"Who is our impregnable ice queen dreaming about? Is it Yoongi?" - Hewon asked.
"Hey, Yoongi is mine!" - Shouted Sejong.
"No, I don't want your Yoongi!" - You said. You hurriedly started to pack your things so that you could run away before Sora said anything about him.
"No, it's not Yoongi." - Sora said. She was silent for a moment. You gave her an angry look and said with one lip, "I'm going to kill you." "It's Jungkook." - Sora finally said, and everything broke inside you. All the girls gasped.
"Jungkook?" - Hewon shouted out. "She hates him just as much as he hates her."
"I don't want him." - You said harshly. All the girls stared at you. "I barely live on the same planet as him, and you're saying this." - For some reason you were trying to justify yourself. And when you realized it, you decided it was better to leave. "Don't say stupid anymore like that. I'm going home." - You said more calmly. You stopped at the threshold and turned to Sora. "Sora, you are in trouble." - You smiled sweetly and hurried away.
You were so angry. You couldn't stand Jungkook, how could you want him? He was so horrible. You walk away with quick steps, clutching your bag. Your chest burns with anger mixed with shame. How could she do that? How could she say that out loud?
You raced down the path from the gym, clutching the straps of your bag so tightly that your knuckles turned white. Your heart was pounding and your cheeks were burning. Jungkook? Was it him? Why the hell would Sora say something like that in front of everyone?
You stopped, took a deep breath. You never want him. You can't stand him. He's been annoying you since the first day you met him. He's arrogant, self-confident, always sure of his own attractiveness.
And for some reason... You stopped abruptly when you saw him. Jungkook stood next to his motorcycle, wearing a black T-shirt that fit his muscular body and above it black bomber. He was twirling his helmet in his hands, and his eyes slid over you as if by accident.
Your face flushed even more. He raised an eyebrow.
"What?" - He said, smiling slightly. You took a step back in confusion.
"Nothing!" - You answered too sharply. His smile grew wider, almost impudent.
"You look..." - He tilted his head, studying you. "Tense."
"Go to hell, Jungkook." - You gritted your teeth and tried to walk away, but he quickly grabbed your wrist. You froze.
He took another step closer, leaning in so that you could smell his perfume. For some reason, your heart started pounding furiously.
"Wait." - He purred.
"Are you crazy? Let go of me. What do you want?" - You hissed, trying to pull your hand away, but he only squeezed your wrist tighter. His eyes darkened and a strange pleasure appeared in his voice.
"By any chance, were you thinking about me right now?" - His voice was as mocking as ever.
"YouâŠ!" - You choked with anger.
"Because you blushed." - He added hoarsely. Something tightened in your chest. You going to kill Sora.
"If you don't let go now, you'll lost your golden bells." - You threaten, and your face expresses absolute anger. He laughs, but lets go. Because you usually keep your words. You give him a scorching look and walk home.
You get almost home, and when you want to call your oppa, you are horrified to realize that there is no phone. You dig through your pockets and search your bag, but it's not there. Damn it, you must have left it in the locker room.
You swear about everything, cursing this day, and go back to school. It takes you at least 30 minutes to get to the locker room. Almost no one is in the school anymore. You look for your phone, but it's nowhere to be found. You swear again and try to figure out where you could have left it. You desperately searched for your phone in the locker room, under the benches, in your things. But it was nowhere to be found. Fuck!
You exhaled loudly and ran a hand through your hair. Someone must have found it by now and taken it away.
"Looks like that girl has sown something again." - You flinched at the familiar voice. You turned sharply to find Jungkook standing at the door, arms crossed over his chest.
"What do you want?" - You asked abruptly. He shrugged his shoulders.
"I saw you running like a madman. I figured you were in trouble again." - He said bored. But his gaze was absolutely focused on you.
"I'm not in trouble!" - You were indignant.
"Yeah, you're just running around grumbling to yourself." - Jungkook said with a slight smile. You rolled your eyes.
"I just left my phone here." - You said, irritated. Jungkook shrugged again, but suddenly started walking around the locker room, looking under the benches. You raised your eyebrows and watched him. "What are you doing?" - You asked.
"Helping you find it." - He said looking at the windowsill.
"I didn't ask you to. Get out." - You say harshly, turning away from him. Although for some reason you don't want him to leave. And you want to hit yourself for feeling this way.
"Come on." - He said, coming closer. You glanced over your shoulder. He put his hands in his pockets and tilted his head. "What's wrong with helping my best friend's sister."
You turned away and grimaced, but inside you still felt a little relieved.
A few minutes later, you walked out of the locker room, and you looked around again, trying to remember where else you might have left your phone.
"Maybe in the gym?" - Jungkook suggested.
"Maybe..." - You mumbled, holding a little further away from him. He silently turned around and headed that way. "Hey! I told you, I don't need your help!" - You said, trying to get rid of him.
"Then just don't follow me!" - He threw over his shoulder without even stopping. You gritted your teeth and followed him anyway.
The gym was empty. You walked around it, looked in all the corners, and suddenly Jungkook stopped at a small room with sports equipment.
"Have you looked here yet?" - He asks, peering in. He walks over and opens the door wider. "I saw you go in here in class to get a ball." - Jungkook remembers.
"I wouldn't leave it here." - You argue, coming up behind him. He turns his head toward you.
"I think we should check here too." - He said and went inside. You looked at him skeptically and followed him inside.
The storage room was small, filled with balls, mats, and other equipment. You cautiously walked around the small room. It was lit by a single small window, through which the rays of the setting sun were breaking through. While you were looking at the stand with the volleyballs, you suddenly heard something. A click. The door closed. And immediately there was a sound that made you freeze. A lock.
"No, no, no..." - You turned around jerkily and pulled the doorknob. But in vain. You heard footsteps outside.
"Yeah... I think this is the last one." - You heard a muffled voice. "Finally, all the rooms are closed."
You pressed yourself against the door.
"HEY! SOMEONE HELP US! SOMEONE IS HERE!" - You pounded on the door, but nothing seemed to happen. Jungkook laughed.
"Damn, that's funny." - He said leaning on the stand. You slowly turned your head to him.
"You think it's funny?" - You squeaked. He held up his hands. "We've been locked in here. And probably on purpose."
"Hey, calm down. It's an accident, who would lock us in here on purpose?" - He asked skeptically. You slammed the door with your palm.
"Damn it!!! You're to blame for this!" - You screamed.
"Me?" - Jungkook was genuinely surprised.
"You dragged me here!" - You countered. He laughed out loud.
"My baby, you chose to follow me." - Jungkook said defiantly through hysterical laughter.
"Don't call me that!" - You shouted. You were shaking with anger. You'd lost your phone somewhere, but worse than that, you were locked in a small room with a man you couldn't stand.
"What? 'My baby' this word makes you angry?" - He asked again and smiled again. You looked around frantically.
"We have to get out of here. Call someone, Hosoku or whoever, and get us out." - You said.
"Oh, of course we have to get out. Otherwise, you'll be stuck with me in a cramped room..." - He suddenly took a step closer. "...alone." - You clenched your fists. Reflexively stepping back to the door.
"Don't do this. Just pick up the fucking phone and call my brother." - You said.
"Don't do what?" - Jungkook stopped one step away. You took another step back. There must be a door somewhere. "I think you donât want that Iâm really calling to anyone." - He said, leaning closer. You froze. He smiled slightly, his gaze sliding over your face, then to your lips. "Even you don't mind?" - Your heart beat faster. But you had to control yourself. You clenched your teeth.
"If you don't shut up now..." - You threatened, losing what little self-control you had when Jungkook pinned his gaze on your lips and took another half step closer.
"What?" - He lowered his voice. You could hear the noise in your ears and the frantic pounding of your heart. Jungkook must have heard it too, because he suddenly smiled mysteriously.
"I'm going to kill you." - You tried to say in your usual tone. The one you used every time you spoke to Jungkook. But as he stood so close and looked at your lips, you heard your voice break.
"Really?" - He asked. You suddenly realized the gravity of the situation and seemed to see yourself from the outside. You were like an antelope being caught by a lion.
You were ready to kick him, but he suddenly grabbed your wrist and sharply pushed you against the front door. Your heart was pounding even faster. His face was close. Too close.
"If you hate me so much..." - His voice was hoarse. "Why are you embarrassed next to me?" - You wanted to protest. You don't get embarrassed next to him. He always annoys you, and all you do is get angry and yell at him. Jungkook leaned in even closer, his lips near your ear. "If I kiss you now, will you push me away?" - He whispered. You felt his breath on your skin and knew he was playing with you. But what was even worse was that, against your will, you began to like this game.
You leaned back against the front door, your pulse pounding in your temples, and Jungkook's breath barely touching your skin.
"I'll push you away." - You gritted out, trying to raise your hands to push him away, but he grabbed them and pinned them behind your back, intertwining your fingers. You tried to get free, but he held you tighter. His closeness and the smell of his perfume made your legs go limp. He smiled.
"Oh, you do?" - He asked boldly. Your nails dug painfully into his palms.
"Don't play with me, Jungkook." - You threaten, looking into his eyes filled with mischief. "I'm going to tell Hoseok that you were hitting on me." - Jungkook giggled softly.
"You won't." - He said confidently. "Because you like what I do." - His lips were almost touching your ear. You flinched, but tried to pull away from him anyway.
"I don't like it. You're too confident." - You said firmly. He pressed even closer, and then... backed away. You were breathing heavily, trying to catch your breath. Jungkook had stirred up something in you that you weren't supposed to feel before.
"Do you want me to stop to make fun of you?" - He suddenly asked. You raised your eyebrows and shifted on your feet.
"What?" - You asked quietly. Jungkook smiled predatory.
"I suggest we end this here. Once and for all. Here's the deal. You do one thing I ask and I'll never make fun of you again." - He offered. It sounds tempting. The prospect of getting rid of Jungkook forever is too tempting.
"What are you suggesting?" - You ask sharply.
"Kiss me." - He says. You are frozen. But then you almost laughed.
"Are you silly? What kind of nonsense is that?" - You laugh. Jungkook takes a step forward and you don't take your eyes off him.
"Just kiss me and this will be over." - Jungkook says. You clench your jaw. Should you kiss him? Only if the world ends.
"I won't..." - You say indignantly. Jungkook is close again, and your pulse is pounding in your temples.
"Why, are you scared?" - He smiles even wider. "Do you think you'll like it?"
You grit your teeth. He dares you. He's just playing with you. He won't leave you alone even if you kiss him now. The thought of kissing him is driving you crazy. If you do it now, he'll laugh forever.
But...
Why did your hand suddenly almost jerk forward? Why did his gaze seem to evoke something hot and uncontrollable inside you? You took a deep breath. Could he be serious now? You don't know if you can trust him one hundred percent, but for some reason you think he's serious.
"Okay." - You finally agree. Jungkook raises an eyebrow.
"What?" - His voice is pure surprise. You took a step toward him, grabbed him by the collar of his bomber jacket, and go on your tiptoes, slowly reaching for his lips... You could almost feel his warmth when he pulled away at the last moment.
You froze. You opened your eyes and saw his sly smile.
"You..." - You said quietly, boiling with rage. He laughed, brazenly, smugly, his eyes sparkling with pleasure. How humiliating.
"So you really want to kiss me? You said you didn't like it. You didn't really think I'd let you do it that easily, did you?" - The blood rushed to your head.
"You... asshole." - You punched him in the chest, but he just laughed.
"Oh, I'm sorry, you were so determined to kiss me. Did you really? You hate me so much and you wanted to kiss me?" - He asks through his laughter. You got even more angry and started to hit him, but he quickly caught your arms and turned you around, pinning you against the wall again. He pinned you from behind and you felt his crotch pressing against your ass. You were breathing fast.
"That's enough, baby. I don't want to fight you." - He mumbled in your ear. His fingers tightened around your wrists, which he had pinned against the wall. "I thought you were so cold..." - His voice dropped to a whisper. "But you're heating up faster than I thought."
"Let go of me." - You hissed, wriggling away. But he didn't listen.
Instead, he turned you around and before you could realize it, he was kissing you. Hotly, greedily, so that your breath hitched and your thoughts were mixed. He pressed against you harder, and you... You didn't push him away.
On the contrary, your fingers tightened involuntarily on his bomber jacket. You hated him. But... You wanted it.
When he pulled away from you, his lips were still barely touching yours, and his voice sounded bold and deep at the same time.
"Should we stop?" - He asked. You were breathing heavily, your mind screaming no, but your body was reaching forward treacherously. His gaze burned you. Deep, dark, filled with something that made your body stiffen and your heart pound furiously in your chest.
Jungkook's lips barely touched your cheek, then slowly slid down to your jawline. His breath is hot and tickles your skin, making you shiver.
"I knew it." - He whispers. "You're not pushing me away."
"I..." - You stutter, not sure what to say. His hands, warm and strong, slid down your body. He slipped his hand under your sweatpants and squeezed your buttocks as if he didn't want to let go, as if he wanted to leave a mark on you-not just on your skin, but deeper, somewhere you'd never let him touch.
"Mmm?" - His lips touched your ear. "What are you going to say now?" - You wanted to say that this was a mistake. That you didn't want this. But your breath gave you away. Deep, shuddering, with an echo of desire. Jungkook smiled slightly, his other hand slowly moving up along your waist, tugging at the fabric of your T-shirt. "Do you want me to stop?"
His lips descended to your neck, a light bite, a burnt touch of his tongue that sent an electric shock through your body.
"Tell me..." - He demanded, grabbing your chin, forcing you to look into his eyes. You couldn't say no. Because your fingers had already slid over his chest, you could feel the muscles rippling under the fabric, and your body was treacherously searching for him.
"Jungkook..." - His name sounded almost pleading on your lips.
And before you knew it, his lips were on yours again, even hotter, even more greedy. This kiss was no longer a game. It was real. And you already knew you had given in.
His hand that had been squeezing your buttocks slid down your thighs and came to your front. Without taking his lips from yours, he parted your folds and touched your clit with his fingers. You unconsciously moaned into his mouth. He smiled into your lips.
He massaged your clitoris so gently and so wonderfully that you thought that if he hadn't been holding you down, you would have fallen over. The circular movements on your sensitive center were driving you crazy.
Jungkook plunged his fingers into your passage and finally pulled away from your lips. You were both breathing heavily, very close together. You felt his hard cock resting against your thigh.
"You're so wet for me, baby." - He whispers breathlessly. You can't speak, because the friction from his fingers prevents you from doing so. "Do you want more? I can fuck you right now." - Jungkook offers. You raise your eyebrows, moaning softly. Jungkook pulls up your t-shirt to reveal your breasts.
You're not wearing a bra. You didn't put it on after gym class because you were sweating and didn't want to wear a dirty bra. You didn't plan to go back to school, but you forgot your phone.
"I've always wondered what those nipples taste like." - Jungkook hummed and leaned over to one of them. His lips captured your sensitive flesh and sucked. You felt him smile. You held his shoulders and tried not to go crazy with his skillful fingers inside you.
"Jungkook..." - You called out to him. He didn't answer. He just moved to your other nipple and played with it with his tongue. "Please..." - You breathed out. The Jungkook left your nipple and you felt the cold air contrasting with the licked nipple.
"What is it baby?" - He asked into your lips then. But suddenly he pulls his hand out and puts his fingers into his mouth. You breathe heavily and watch him suck his fingers soaked in your cum. "You really want me to fuck you?" - Jungkook wants to make sure. You bite your lip, unable to say it out loud. But yes. You do want him to fuck you.
Jungkook glanced between your bodies. His hard cock was already resting against your pussy. He made a few thrusts and you squeezed his clothes harder.
"Go ahead and say it, or I won't continue." - He says tensely. A hush escapes your lips.
"You're lying." - Suddenly, your voice cuts through. "You won't be able to stop now." - Jungkook laughs. You're so damn right. He's either going to fuck you orâŠhe's going to fuck you.
"You're such a smart girl. But you have to let me." - He warns you gently. But you don't answer right away. You think again that this could be a joke. What if will you let him now and he walks away again? And then what? Or you'll let him fuck you now and he'll tell someone that you begged him.
"Do you want me?" - You asked, instead of letting him. Jungkook pulled away and looked into your eyes. He saw how much you wanted him. He wanted you too, your question was so stupid.
"Isn't it obvious?" - He asked with an arched eyebrow. You ran your fingers down his neck, took out his hair and dipped it in your hands, stroking it.
"Just say it. Do you want to fuck me right now?" - You asked, smiling seductively. Jungkook smiled back reflexively. His eyes grew darker.
"Fuck it!" - He cursed. "Yeah. I want to fuck you so hard you can't sit up." - He said with anticipation in his voice. He put his hands on your hips and squeezed them. You smile satisfied, now you can let him.
"Then do it Jeon." - You say and his lips crash against yours. His tongue enters your mouth and finds yours. You get even wetter from his kisses. You want more and he just promised you.
Jungkook breaks your kiss and in one swift movement leaves you without your sweatpants and panties. He falls to his knees in front of your pussy and his eyes are filled with lust. You breathe raggedly looking down at him. You could never have imagined such a picture in your head. Jungkook smiles at you from the corner of his lips and presses his lips to your pussy.
You grab his shoulders and squeeze them. A moan escapes your lips as his tongue traces long streaks across your folds. Your legs tremble as he sucks on the tip of your clit, and you are just in bliss. You press your head against the door and your moans fill this cramped room.
Jungkook sucks hard on your clit. At one point he plunges his fingers back into your passage to stretch you. You are almost going crazy. It's the first time you've ever been eaten, and it feels so fucking good. Jungkook's skillful tongue takes you to heaven. It doesn't take long for you to come right on his tongue. He feels you twitching and spends some more time his tongue on your clit enjoying every drop of you.
You stop twitching and he finally pulls his lips away from your pussy. You look down at him, breathing heavily. You see his chin shining with your juices.
Jungkook stands up, wiping his chin with his hand. He takes your neck with his hand, pulling you closer.
"As expected, you are as sweet as honey. I should have tasted you sooner. But you hated me." - He says and then kisses you. He puts his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself. And it turns you on.
Not one of your boyfriends you've dated has ever eaten you because they thought it was not normal. Even though blow jobs are commonplace for them.
But Jungkook, did it in the first. You've heard about it from your friends and have been dying to try it. You want to laugh at the thought that the first person to eat you was Jungkook and he did it so damn well.
"If I had known that your tongue could do more than just talk nonsense, I would have been more sympathetic to you." - You said with a seductive smile as Jungkook broke your kiss so you could breathe in. He laughed, sincerely and infectiously. You laughed along with him. "So what? Do I have to do to make you feel good?" - You ask and reach for his pants. Jungkook is also wearing sweatpants, so your hand sinks inside without any obstacles, successfully passing through his boxers.
Jungkook pulls away slightly and lowers the looking between your bodies. He only sees your hand disappear somewhere in his pants, but when you feel his length and your fingers pump up the it, he barely holds back a moan. You arched your eyebrows and pretended to look like "not bad."
"You're bigger than I might imagined." - Jungkook looks up at you and smiles cockily. "I thought that if you had such a long tongue, your dick was tiny." - You mock. You couldn't let this opportunity go to waste. Jungkook didn't appreciate your joke. He grabbed your face gently with one hand and he another hand leaned against the wall to steady himself.
"You're going to regret thinking that. Because my cock will make you scream." - He said powerfully against your lips, but you weren't afraid, you smiled playfully,. Before you can say anything in your defense, Jungkook kisses you again. Insistently, authoritatively, and deeply, as if he trying to prove something to you. You pull down his pants and boxers below his buttocks to have a better opportunity to jerk him off.
Jungkook moans into your mouth as you speed up your movements. He's getting hard in your hands and you can feel it well.
Jungkook pulls away from your swollen lips with all his might and stops you.
"That's enough, you better give me your pussy so that you realize how wrong you were." - You smile at his words and let him. He turns your back to him. You hear him moving behind you, obviously pulling his pants down. You press your hands against the door and wait for that moment.
Jungkook takes his cock in his hands and pumps you on buttocks several times. He slams it into your buttocks and you breathe heavily. He touches your folds with his fingers, runs them over your pussy to smear your moisture.
You finally feel the head of his cock touch your entrance. You hold your breath. Jungkook leans down to your ear and whispers one last time.
"Please be quiet, so the whole school doesn't hear you screaming from my cock." - He grabs your head and turns you around to kiss you. Your mind is foggy with lust, excitement, and his words.
Finally, you feel pressure on your passage. Jungkook holds your hips. Slowly but surely, he plunges into you. You feel pain when only his head is inside. You scream out, which makes him smile.
"So you're already regretting thinking that?" - You hear his voice somewhere behind you. You say something unintelligible and then scream again as he presses harder. His cock is really big. The biggest you've ever had inside you. Jungkook hisses. "Fuck you're tight, so tight, baby." - You want to smile but you can't, it hurts. Jungkook finally takes over completely. You both freeze to get used to the sensations. Your hot breath leaves marks on the door.
"That feels so fucking good." - You say quietly, so Jungkook doesn't hear that his cock makes you feel so good.
"Are you okay baby?" - He asks leaning down to your cheek. You smile because you're glad he didn't hear what you said a moment ago.
"Yeah. Everything is fine." - You say honestly.
"Then get ready. Because I'm going to fuck you hard." - He warns. Jungkook straightens up and moves his hips. You bite your lip to keep from screaming. The first movements are painful. The next ones are pain mixed with pleasure. And when Jungkook sets a good pace, you feel absolute bliss. You can't stop moaning. He moves his hips so well creating exactly the friction you like.
But Jungkook doesn't stay gentle for long, at some point his thrusts become sharper, deeper. His fingers touch your thighs with a certain force. The cock presses into you as much as possible and you feel he shudders in your middle.
The sensations are simply incomparable. He is so good at this. Jungkook fucks you perfectly. Like no other. It's just nonsense. The best fuck you've ever had is not with someone you love, itâs with Jungkook, who you hate, and not on white sheets, but in a school in the small room with sports equipment. It's crazy.
"That feels so fucking good. Baby, you're just perfect for me." - Jungkook compliments you. He finds your clit with his hands and you can't stand the stimulation.
"Koo... please..." - You say between exhaling moans.
"What did you call me?" - Jungkook asks as he continues to fuck you. You feel a sweet bliss brewing in your lower abdomen.
"Koo..." - You moan his shortened name.
"Damn... You can call me that whenever you want to fuck." - He offers. You raise your eyebrows and open your mouth. Does he think this is not your only time? Right now, you're almost on the verge of cumming around him. And you think that you wanted it to be more than once, too. You want this amazing sex was constantly. But what will happen when you come out from this room, and you finally realize what you've done.
But the knot in your stomach unravels and you come, clutching Jungkook's cock. He's cursing behind you, and you can feel you squeezing him. He slaps his hips mercilessly, his balls slamming against your ass, and the sinful slaps drive you crazy. Jungkook pulls out abruptly and he comes. His cum spills all over the floor and his hands.
You turn around and see him cumming. He looks over at you when he stops spewing his cum.
You are both breathing heavily. Jungkook pulls on his boxers and pants, which he has slightly polluted. You put on your thong and pants and are afraid to look up at him. Jungkook looks at you and a confident smile spreads across his face. You pretend to fix your clothes.
"You have wipes? We're did a little a mess here." - He says and you hear a smile in his voice. You reach for the bag, but your hands are shaking. The warmth of his touch is still pulsating on your skin, and your breathing seems heavier than it should be.
Jungkook seems to sense your state, so he takes his time. He watches you take out the napkins, how you avoid his gaze, and smiles smugly.
"Are you always this quiet afterwards?" - His voice drops to an almost purring tone.
You start to get angry again, but instead of answering, you just toss him the package of napkins. He catches it with one hand and runs the other through his hair, causing the dark strands to become even more disheveled.
"Are you always this obnoxious afterwards?" - You snap back, finally looking up at him. He wipes his hands and the remaining cum on the floor. He stands up. Jungkook tilts his head to the side as if he's considering your question.
"I don't know." - He slowly moves closer, making you take a step back. "But I know I want to do it again." - Your heart jumps into your throat.
"There's not going to be another time." - You say sharply, straighten your clothes, and pretend nothing happened. Even though you want there to be another time. Jungkook laughs again. Deep, low, and this sound makes you even more confused.
"Why not? You liked it." - He states. You clench your jaws and look at him with a challenge.
"Don't you have anyone else to have fun with?" - You ask. He takes another step, and now there are barely a few centimeters between you. His eyes are dark, attentive, and something dangerous is burning in them.
"No. It's just you now." - He says. Your breath catches in your throat. He kisses you and you don't resist. What could that mean? Is this an invitation to fuck without obligation? But he's so annoying when he doesn't fuck you, how do you deal with it? He pulls away from your lips.
"Just don't tell anyone. This will be our secret. You don't want your brother to kill me, do you?" - Jungkook asks, he strokes your cheekbones. You laugh slyly.
"Half an hour ago, I was dreaming about it." - You admit honestly.
Jungkook smiles, and you see something triumphant in his eyes. You hate it - how he always wins your verbal battles, how he always knows which buttons to push to get you off balance.
But you hate it even more the way your heart jumps out of your chest at his proximity.
"So now you don't dream of my death anymore?" - He touches a strand of your hair as if it were something familiar, as if he had a right to do so. You cross your arms over your chest, trying to maintain control. His fingers slowly slide from your hair to your chin, and he lifts it slightly, forcing you to look directly into his eyes. "Don't worry, baby. I'll have time to make you dream of other things." - He says this with such confidence that your skin crawls with goosebumps. You pretend not to feel it.
"We'll see." - You snap back. Jungkook lets you go. He takes a step back and then pulls your phone out of his pocket.
"I forgot to tell you that I found your phone earlier." - He smiles, and you are frozen with shock. So he set this up? You blink, not fully believing his words.
"You... you found it earlier?" - Your voice trembles a little with anger.
"Yeah." - Jungkook throws the phone to you, and you automatically catch it. "I wanted to see what you'd do when you went back to look for him."
You squeeze the phone in your hand, feeling indignation boiling inside.
"You asshole!" - You punch him in the shoulder, but he doesn't even move, just smiles smugly.
"Maybe a little. But we've had fun, right?" - He takes his phone out of his pocket now. "Let's get out of here."
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đ àŁȘË ÖŽÖ¶Öž How? .á. . . (THE FUCK ARE YOU ALIVE!?) Lloyd Garmadon x Reader | Gender Neutral Reader
à©Ëłlight Dragons Rising (s1) spoilers, reference to previous seasons; Ghosts of the past come to haunt Lloyd in the future, while somehow also quelling a long-term ache in his heart. à©Ëłtags / warning: implied relationship, death (slightly detailed), dealing of lost and angsty Lloyd, Jay and Cole are still not back :(, not proof read! 4.9k words.
"Hey Lloyd!" Arin called from the library, catching Lloyd's attention sharply as he tried to pass by. The call didn't seem urgent, yet Lloyd wasn't going to do anything of particular urgency either, so he decided to peak inside; he was also wondering why (and how) Arin was in the Library. Not that it had been locked, or anything of the sort, yet because the Library somewhere that Lloyd would have thought Sora would be, not Arin. Hmm, maybe scratch that. Arin would probably be in the Library if it meant he could learn anything about the ninja. Good dedication, he had to admit, albeit it a tad weird. "Yeah Arin?" Lloyd called back when Arin didn't turn his attention over to him, still engrossed in whatever he was looking at. When Lloyd entered the room, walking over to Arin to peer at the book from behind, he would soon notice it was an old photo album. Zane, Pixel, and Nya used to keep it up to date with adventures and general family outings. "Who's that? I don't think I ever remember a ninja wearing purple on your team before." Arin asked, pausing for a minute before he added on quite proudly. "And I know more about you guys than anyone should know!"
The photo that Arin was looking at was a group photo, one in front of the Monastery before one of the countless times it got burnt down. Sometimes Lloyd couldn't help but wonder why they didn't rebuild the Monastery out of something that was inflammable; though he guessed Master Wu always enjoyed coming back to a Monastery that hadn't changed. And Lloyd had to admit, it was also a nice change of pace of the constant changing world outside. It felt like a part of the chaotic world was standing still; even if that feeling was usually a brief one. Yet, in the photo, Arin would point at a Ninja who was piggy-backing off of Lloyd back. Well, maybe not piggy-backing. It was more of, at the time of the photo, they had jumped onto Lloyd's back and he was in the process of falling down. Meanwhile, Kai had burst out laughing and Nya was elbowing him, rather harshly, with a snicker. Though her efforts were rather targeted as seeing the rest of the team was already bursting out in bubbly laughter. Lloyd swore he could hear all their laughter echo in his pointed ears, like the day had just happened. But he knew he was wrong. His eyes became saddened as much as he tried to smile; if not to soothe Arin, then to soothe himself. "Ah, well, that's the Master of Crystals." Lloyd began to explain to Arin, who craned his neck back to look up at Lloyd. "...um, shoot. What can I say about them?" Lloyd tried not to laugh at his own short comings, a habit that he was constantly teased for yet he couldn't help. "The Master of Crystals?" Arin mumbled in echo to Lloyd's statement. His eyes filtered back down to the frozen photo, taking in how blurry everyone looked from moving. He couldn't help but crack a smile. "You two seem close!" "We were!... we really were." Lloyd's voice drew off a bit, his eyes glancing to the side as he still tried to wrack his mind on what to say. He knew if he said too much he would start crying, yet he also knew that Arin would want to know as much as possible. Yet how could he sum up them in words? That task, Lloyd thought, was impossible. "I wish you could have met them," Lloyd would find himself mumbling. "They were amazing, well as great as a person can be." Lloyd started as Arin turned to face him again, photobook still supported in his hands. "They were rather talented, some of their paintings are actually hung around the Monastery - well those that didn't burn in the fires. They were. . . wonderful, incredibly funny at all the wrong times. Fearless, in their own way, and yet reckless at the same time. Master Wu always scolded them for jumping head first into situations instead of using their head. "They were rather passionate as well, yet somehow managed to be a total introvert; they would not speak to the press, nor anyone they were uncomfortable with. Always gave one of the Ninja this stare that screamed 'help me'. Social awkwardness, that's the word for it." Lloyd couldn't help but smile as memories began to surface themselves after being dormant for years. Arin kept his eyes on Lloyd as he spoke, only occasionally glancing down at the picture to look of the Ninja that Lloyd spoke of. Arin couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't heard of them before. "They were also kind... maybe too kind." Lloyd paused in his speech, he had been rambling for a while before his words fell short. So much so Arin had noticed that Kai stopped to listen from the doorway; he seemed curious on the conversation, yet soon realized who Lloyd was talking about and grew the same solemn look. "What happened to them?" Arin was compelled to ask when he noticed all the past-tense that Lloyd was using when describing the Purple Ninja; furthermore the solemn look that the two grew when speaking about them. Yet, Arin wasn't sure if those looks were because the Ninja got lost during the merge. . . or if something before the merge happened.
The silence was more deafening than a rock-n-roll concert. Arin's brain was flooded with reasons for the sudden silence, ranging from the simplest answer (they were lost in the Merge) and the most complex scenario his brain could possibly think of. He would gingerly close the photo album and try and place it back into the shelf, "We don't have to talk about it if you guys don't want to!" He was quick to rush out. He didn't want to cause any sort of discomfort, and the silence suggested he had; that or he had just resurfaced some horrible memories that were being shoved away. Arin didn't hear when Kai had came over to the two, jumping when he felt the sudden warm hand on his shoulder, and gingerly glancing back over to Kai. He seemed in a much better shape about the question than Lloyd was. Arin knew Kai was trying to offer some sort of smile to soften the anxiousness that coursed through Arin - yet his smile wasn't very convincing. "They gave their life to try and protect us, kid." Kai explained, ruffling Arin's hair in another attempt to soften the mood. Yet, somehow Arin felt worse in hearing the news, turning to look over at Lloyd with apologetic eyes. Lloyd wasn't facing them.
Sora was quick to pick up on the more solemn mood that Lloyd seemed to be slumped in, not being as attentive during training or flat out spacing out - which tended to cause multiple accidents. Sora knew she wasn't the only one who caught on either. During her training with Nya, the Water Ninja continued glancing back at Lloyd with frowned eyebrows and eyes swimming in worry. Nevertheless, they both saw how careful Arin was around Lloyd, and Sora half wondered if some sort of stress caused Lloyd to crack and snap; she's heard from a few sources that he could have a temper on him. Yet, Nya pointed out how Kai acted around Lloyd and claimed that something happened that wasn't Lloyd snapping at Arin. Something much bigger. "How can something bigger than Lloyd snapping at Arin make Lloyd so. . ." Sora fished for the right word. Distant didn't feel right. ". . .I don't know! Not-Lloyd and Arin so cautious?" Nya glanced over at Sora, lips pierced in a frown, before her eyes returned over to Lloyd, "I don't know, but something did happen. Not Lloyd snapping happen, yet something. I've only seen Lloyd this despondent since-" And Nya stopped, causing Sora's interest to peak. She waiting for Nya to continue, dutifully noticing the rise of suspicion mixed with realization that swirled in Nya's eyes. When Nya did not continue, though, Sora asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Since some big even that caused Lloyd to lose someone close to him, and he somehow still blames himself over all these years?" It was a rhetorical question, laced with some humorous sarcasm, as Sora went back to her work. She was fixing up her mech, trying to add some enhancements on it so it would run smoother. All the while she was also trying to channel her elemental power without Riyu's help. This allowed Riyu to be able to lay in the sun nearby while intensively watching Sora's work, ready to bounce onto his feet if Sora needed his help. Sora noticed the silence from Nya, yet ignored it at first as she tightened a screw. Yet, after the third, the silence got a tad awkward. Sora glanced back at Nya, who was staring at her with a baffled look; almost as though she had seen a ghost. "What. . .?" Sora glanced behind her, seeing if she had missed something. Yet, she only saw her mech and came to the conclusion that she didn't. "How did you?" Nya's posture straightened as Sora glanced back at her. Now Sora was positively confused, "How did I what?" And Nya would roll her wrists, acting like that had carried the answer to Sora's question. It didn't and Sora was left just puzzled. Yet Nya seemed to get the hint that, maybe, Sora didn't know what she was talking about and happened to just take a rather accurate jab in the dark with her rhetorical question. As for Nya shook her head, clearing the baffled look on her face, before actually waving off Sora's puzzled look this time. "Nothing, nothing. I just thought-" And again, Nya wouldn't finish her sentence as her eyes drifted back to Lloyd. Sora would notice as she rubbed her neck, her eyebrows frowning more so than before, and a frown tugging deeper on her lips.
"I LEFT YOU GUYS ALONE FOR ONLY A SECOND!" Kai's shouting filled the court yard as Sora, Arin, Wyldfyre, and Riyu stood away from the gigantic hole in Monastery wall. Kai had gone inside only a a few minutes before a merge portal had appeared right above the Monetary; which both frightened and confused the four, seeing as Lloyd had used the dragon cores a few weeks ago! "It wasn't us!" Arin started, instantly trusting his hands up in the same way a cop would ask you to. Kai gawked at the four before rushing down the Monastery steps as Zane peaked door behind him, confused. Sora was quick to add to Arin's plea for innocence, yet she was cut off by Wyldfyre. "This was not our faults!" Wyldfyre crossed her arms, "Someone just fell out of the sky, crashed, and broke the wall! It was not me this time." Sora resorted just to agreeing with the two at this point. Kai groaned, and Sora wondered if it was out of laziness (for not wanting to deal with another broken Monastery wall) or out of 'I'm going to be killed for leaving you all alone!'. Either way he rushed past the four and over to the wall, but to Riyu's concerned growls, to check out the damage. He drew his sword just encase. "Fell out of the sky? But Lloyd should have stopped the rifts from reopening." Zane said as he walked over to Arin's left, staring at the rubble with confusion before he began to analyze the rubble as Kai began to carefully climb onto of it. "That's what I thought!" Arin shouted, thrusting his hands out at the crashed wall, "but then someone just- FELL FROM THE SKY!" Sora would add, "While being spit out of a rift. Though it disappeared after they got spat out." "Again, none of this was Wyldfyre's fault." Wyldfyre stated again, nodding in agreement to her own statement as though to add value to it. Nya didn't seem too amused as she rushed out with Lloyd to the hole in the wall and the proclamations of rifts and people falling out of them. Kai swore he was getting a headache from listening to Arin, Sora, and Wyldfyre explaining the situation again; not from their voices, yet from the sheer annoyance that these rifts were causing trouble again. Especially when they had all thought that they were taken care of. And just as he thought life was getting back to normal, or as normal as life after the Merge could get, life slaps him in the face. Again! Thanks life, you're really helpful. Yet Kai's sour thoughts towards life didn't stop him from checking the rubble and coming to a quick stop after he noticed a familiar gi lying on top of the white stone. His body froze at an instant, the grip on the Monetary wall tightened, both out of fear and unknowing how to process who laid in front of him. "Lloyd-" Kai called into the flurry of voices that tried to figure out what had happened. Gaining no response from Lloyd at first, Kai tried calling him again despite not being able to tear his eyes away from the person. Finally, "LLOYD!" "What?!" Lloyd shouted back to Kai, turning to face the Fire Master both confused and more aggressive than he intended. Though his stance quickly softened as he noticed Kai's face: pale white. A beat. Lloyd gingerly, yet with as much confidence as he could muster, walked over to Kai and where he stood on the rubble. As he approached behind him, Lloyd called out again: "Kai?" Yet the only response he gained was a shaking hand that Kai pointed towards the rubble. Concerned, and with adrenaline now rushing through his blood like crazy (the held silence from the others not helping his nerves at all) Lloyd climbed upon the rubble to come face to face with a haunting face. In an instant, it felt like Lloyd's world was turned upside down as his eyes flickered over every detail of the familiar body that was no longer mangled or torn, no longer gruesomely defiled in the most repulsive way.
Lloyd could still remember how their limbs hung on like strings, or were disconnected entirely. How their blood stained the concrete road blacker than it had been, how the rotting smell filled the streets before the war had ended and they were safe to burry their friend. The details rushed back to Lloyd quicker than he wanted; more graphic than Lloyd remembered it being. The shock, horror, terror, slight disgust all made him recoil away from the stones wall; it forced him to completely turn his back and cup his mouth in fear of puking. His eyes were wide, his pupils shrunk as he tried to get those horrible, god awful memories out of his mind. The smell he remembered that coated the streets hit him, causing him to hunch over. He knew this was all in his head, old trauma resurfacing to bite him in the ass for never fully recovering from that scene. He could hear the voices, panicked and just as disturbed (mostly from the original Ninja) when they realized who laid in the rubble. Lloyd distantly felt a hand on his back, but his mind swirled and circled as he felt like his gut had been punched. "What's going on? What's happening?" Arin panic sounded so far to Lloyd, and Arin seemed further when Lloyd turned to look at his student. Arin grew fearful as he saw the detailed horror on Lloyd. Nya was trying to calm the situation. Zane was examining the body, trying to make sense of what was happening. He first ran a diagnostic and the only words Lloyd picked up were "Alive", "Breathing", "Vital". They weren't mangled and torn and tattered, they breathed and were whole and alive. That was a wild concept to Lloyd, caused his knees to buckle. His hand slid down roughly on the Monastery wall as he crashed to his knees. He was trying to keep the tears from spilling over, hiccupping escaping his throat as he choked back sobs. "Can someone explain to use what's going on?!" Sora shouted as Lloyd balled his hand into a fist against the Monastery. Sora sounded distressed, Lloyd couldn't blame her. He couldn't blame any of the new students for how they felt at the moment, after all this was slowly turning into a shitshow of emotions. Lloyd could feel Nya trying to snap him out of his engrossing thoughts yet the felt all consuming; It's like Lloyd felt everything all at once and yet, somehow, nothing at the same time. He blanked out at the explanation the students were given. He blanked out for a while. He wasn't sure when someone had managed to move him, yet he now sat in the living room of the Monastery with his fists clenching at his pants and this sickening feeling still in his stomach. How can you possibly explain that the fact that someone who had died, gave their life, to protect something greater than them (yet somehow also meaningless after they gave their life) to students who hadn't heard of them before? Lloyd moved his hand to cup his mouth, trying to control his breathing as his eyes zooned out on the floor. His knee bounced now without the weight of his arm. He could hear Nya next to him trying to explain the seemingly impossible to the three students: "A long. . . long, time ago, during one of our last fights with Lord Garmadon, after Harumi had resurrected him, we were almost cornered." Nya explained, "Well, we had been running from their joint forces for a while, taking refugee in abandoned building of Ninjago, yet this time we had no were to truly run. I suggested we split up, confuse Lord Garmadon and Harumi and Lloyd said we needed to all stick together." Nya would pause, allowing Lloyd to notice how she had rambled a little and how Kai had to place a hand on her shoulder. There was a silent nod that was shared from Kai to Nya, something to reassure her. Nya took a deep breath before she continued, "To make a long story short, the Ninja you saw crashing through the wall was the Purple Ninja, Master of Crystals. . . (y/n). "They had, despite much protest, said they would ward off Garmadon and give us a chance to escape; promised that they would meet us back at the base-"
"Garmadon tore her to pieces." The growl in Lloyd's voice didn't go unmissed as he interrupted Nya. His hand pulled down from his mouth, pulling at his skin a little before he rubbed his neck. "Left her to die rotting on the street, limbs hanging on by threads. . ." His statement was followed by silence, stunned if not horrified silence. Lloyd didn't look up at the three students, who sat or stood nearby. He couldn't bare to catch their eyes, to catch the horror that their mind was crafting after the vague description that Lloyd left hanging in the air. The silence was thick, thicker than Lloyd would have wished. "But... but they seemed.. fine?" Arin choked out, trying to get some sort of positivity back into the room; or at least to get some people to start looking on the bright side. Despite the gruesome topic. "We don't know how." Nya answered, shaking her head. "The best explanation would be that she was fixed when their soul moved on to the Departed Realm? But we haven't seen much trace of that realm in the merged... nor have we seen many traces of other realms for souls, like the Cursed Realm." "Yes, and it is rather odd that she would appear now." Zane walked into the room, cleaning his hands with a cleaning cloth. Attention snapped to him in a unsettling way (from his standards) yet he guessed it was just worry for the Ninja he had just been taking care of. "Especially after Lloyd stopped the MergeQuake. We can only hope that means that the Realms are settling into their new place, and returning people to where they're meant to be. Yet, that would not explain how (y/n) managed to resurrect." Zane noticed how Lloyd didn't look in his direction when he spoke, yet he couldn't blame Lloyd, not after all they've been through. Not after all he's been through; Especially since he was the closest to (y/n). "Well, the only thing we can do now is just wait for them to wake up, yeah?" Sora pipped up after a moment and she would receive a nod from Zane. She made sure to think on her next words, as well as her tone, before she crossed her arms, "So then let's go do something! I'm sure your friend wouldn't want to wake up after being dead for so long to see you all depressed!" "OH!" Arin pipped up instantly. "I have just the thing!"
The smell of some sort of bread was the first thing that came to mind, the second would be the warmth of a weighted cover that was tossed up to my shoulders, and the third would be the softness of the pillow at my head and the mattress under me. The warm and softness coaxed me back to sleep, yet my mind made it feel as though I had been asleep for decades. Decades. A soft murmur escaped my mouth as I rolled onto my side, my brain slowly registering the sounds that echoed from where I laid. The sound of birds nearby, the clattering of pans, the sound of laughter and chatter and talking; Feet on wood floors and sliding doors. The smell of different ingredients mixing with the smell of baking bread or maybe pie. It was like the sweetest dream. I grabbed at my covers and turned again on the mattress below me. It was so tempting to go back to sleep, to let the soft, warm sounds bring me to a dream where I was with everyone again. That was until I had fully registered what was happening. With a quick motion I shoved the blanket off of me, sitting up, and looking around feverously. I stared at the room in front of me, all too familiar and all too haunting. My hands had a mind of their own at they first touched the sheets under me, then my cheeks and face, and slowly my whole body as I began to register something: I was. . . alive? How was this possible? Hadn't I died, oh I don't remember, a few years ago? This shouldn't be possible, it shouldn't-. Thoughts circled around my mind like a storm that could not be tamed, panicked and frightened, terrified and horrific. I tried to remember what I could not, at the time, and my only last thoughts were those of the moments before I had died. The feeling of my bones, ligaments, tendons, muscles all pulling apart are screams ripped out of my throat in a piercing way that still haunting me. The tears that streamed down my cheeks, the pain; oh the unbearable pain, all suffered to make sure that everyone else could hopefully see another day. So Lloyd could see another day. I raised my hand, feeling my damp cheeks. I didn't even realize I had been crying, and I frowned my eyebrows as I couldn't understand whether it was because the memories or the confusion. And I couldn't help but sit on the bed, my bed, as I reeled in all that was happening. I was alive, I was back. Yet was everyone else here? What had happened after I died? Did the resistance work? Is Ninjago City back to how it had been? Is- The thoughts brought me onto my feet and tugged at my gi, taking in a shaky breath as I felt it. My feet guided themselves, my mind in a foggy trance, to the door and out the room, down the hallway of the Monetary while following the sounds of voices and laughter. I was led to the kitchen, were I would stand at the door and look in at the scene: Lloyd, Nya, Zane, Kai, and four people I didn't know; three kids, one frog guy. They all were making Pies, from what I could tell, and they were laughing and smiling and joking. Kai had flicked flour at Nya, who sneezed and glared playfully at Kai. Zane was putting pies into the stove, helping as the kid with pink hair read a book out loud. Lloyd with a kid in orange stood at a counter nearby, seemingly racing to make the pie that the pink-haired kid was shouting. The frog guy stood nearby. I didn't noticed as tears flowed back down my cheeks as I stared at the scene, my mouth slightly agape. Everything seemed so peaceful, so right. I could only guess Jay was in his room changing because there was a massive pile of flour on the floor and on Kai and Lloyd. Cole probably in the bathroom from having eaten too many of the sweets, with all the empty pie tins that laid on the table. Nya was the first to notice me, she was about to throw water at Kai yet paused as her eyes caught a glimpse of me and looked back. I could see the way her eyes widened, realization and relief and overwhelm wash her. All I could give her in response was a small smile, a weak bit of laughter.
There was a brief moment were we just stared at each other, and the next thing I knew Nya had rushed away from her spot and enveloped me in a hug. And I couldn't help but hug her back, feeling tears form in her eyes as I choked on mine. "Oh fuck-" Kai mumbled, and I could only guess he had realized why Nya had not shot him with water and instead rushed towards the door. The room grew quiet, confused then realized, as attention darted over to Nya and I. Lloyd's eyes. Oh, his eyes. Despite the pain that rang through them, they way they scrunched and drew out lines on his face. Despite the way he could only meet my eyes for a few seconds at a time. Despite the way they reddened, looking like he was about to cry. His eyes were still lovely as ever. I tightened my grip on Nya, "What did I miss?" I mumbled softly to the shocked silence. I let out something akin to a airy-chuckle. "Most recently, the ending of MerqeQuakes which occurred when all the realms were merged together into one big realm; before that,-" Zane began to respond yet he stopped himself. He couldn't help but smile, and I swear he was about to cry (if he could). "Actually, that does not matter. What matters now is that you're back... and awake." Nya slowly let go of me, I could feel as she tried to break from my grip and I slowly loosened her. She was smiling, yet she was crying; choking on her own tears. I couldn't help but give Nya one last reassuring squeeze before I slowly moved around her and towards Lloyd. The silence seemed thicker as I reached Lloyd, his hesitance more noticeable as his brows thickened and frowned. A thin frown spread across my lips, I knew what this was about (that much didn't take me being alive for years to know). "Lloyd I-" My voice felt weak as I started, reaching out to Lloyd with my hand yet stopping. I balled it into a fist, seeing Lloyd turn away from me, and slowly dropped my arm back to my side. What words could you say to someone who you betrayed? Nevertheless someone like Lloyd, who's been through so much and the last thing he wanted (I knew) was to see my body on the concrete floor. Blood staining the road. Limps ripped apart by his father. I knew that so much that my last thoughts had been about Lloyd had how he would react when he saw the scene. My mouth twitched as I stood there, next to Lloyd, in silence as my head fell. Sorry was not good enough, it would never be good enough; no apology would be good enough to start trying to make up for the time I had missed. For lying, as I knew that I wouldn't meet them back up. For everything. For leaving him alone and making him bear the world without me for so many years. For not being there for him for whatever he had to go through while I was gone; it had aged him so, I could see the aged pain in his eyes. It would never feel enough. "I'm-" And yet, somehow Lloyd turned to face me. And somehow, he came to embrace me, hugging me tightly as though he were afraid I would die again. And somehow, he managed to be near me after everything I had done. And somehow, I had a feeling, we would slowly get through this. Slowly, I wrapped Lloyd in a hug and gripped onto his gi, just as tightly. I buried my face into his shoulder as he did the same and we just stood there and hugged tightly. And everything felt right, even if it was for a brief moment. Everything felt like it had and how it should here in the Monastery, with Lloyd: It felt like home.
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Thaal Sinestro of Korugar
-cracks knuckles-
Here's ALL of his lore that I cooked up:
(warning for: the sheer ungodly length of this, mentions of death, and a low-key humorous mention of alien physiology at the end cuz I couldn't help myself--)
(Some of this might still be a slight work in progress and/or may be subject to change later on. I'm not sure yet.)
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Backstory:
It wasnât supposed to end that way. He wanted her to be safe and far away from the threat of action. Unfortunately.. he had made a mistake and it cost him greatly. Both heart and mind.
The loss of his wife.. the loss of his best friend, Abin Surâs sister.. it caused quite the disruption in their friendship.
Some time well after that horrible event, Sinestro and Abin got into an altercation. An argument while out on duty. Abin had heard of Sinestroâs plans, but he didnât agree with them. Both men were already still rocky and broken from the loss of Arin. So, when Sinestro was plotting some way of utilizing his GL powers to enforce order and protection.. no matter how unreasonable. Abin Sur lashed out. Calling him crazy, delusional, that nothing will ever bring her back.
Sinestro.. well.. he wasnât thinking and without any ill intention.. he attacked Abin Sur. He only wanted to try and reason with him. He didnât mean to do it.. but a stray blast from his ring managed to wreck the ship they were traveling in.. and the blast severely damaged Abin Sur.
..Sinestro fled the ship in horror, not seeing the fate of his friend as the ship hurtled down to a particular blue planet. The thought of having presumably killed his own partner and friend on top of having already dealt with the loss of his wife.. well.
That absolutely destroyed him. Shattered him so deeply.. heâs grown distant. Disconnected and apathetic. Bottling up, locking away, and throwing the key away with his emotions..
This was the beginning of the end of his GL career.. and the lead up to him being picked up by the Yellow Corps. The immense fear and angst building up inside him being strong enough he found a new life with the Yellow Lanterns. However, he couldnât take the life and went rogue. Taking the ring with him and starting his own little sect.
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imagine. some late series episode that ends with a little close up of some guy who looks a bit like Vincent Price for some reason lowering his newspaper and staring in Guy & Feste's direction as they head back home for the day after having a chat at some outdoor cafe.
you don't know who this weird guy is until it's later revealed that it was Sinestro. He ALSO used his ring to go incognito and appear human so as not to attract any attention while he "stalks" Guy & Feste for some reason idk I didn't think this far.
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it kinda adds weight to the act of killing him. but like.. it probably killed Sinestro, too.. to do it. maybe it was an accident..? unintentional⊠during a fight.. and Sinestro was hiding it. and although Guy reminds him of Abin Sur⊠he hates Guy because he reminds him of Abin Sur and what he did to him. like a weird sort of "reincarnation" thing?? if that makes sense??
Guy being so angry at Sinestro for what he did feels almost cathartic for Sinestro cuz he knows he deserves it.
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Sinestro sees occasional visions of his wife and friend begging and pleading for his help that will never come. This fuels his fear to power his ring. he needs fear to wield it. and that is a big fear. the repetitive action of losing his wife and friend and not being able to do anything about it.
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Miscellaneous:
Soranik Natu was given the Natu surname as she was raised by another family. whether on Ungara or Korugar is undecided, but she does keep it.
Sinestro was unable to continue raising her as he was in no condition to do so, and Arin was.. well. out of the picture.
Sinestro sees Soranik and hears her name and he knows that's his daughter and he feels sick. She looks like her mother, he can see it. There's the underlying fear of what she may think of him and how much she may take after him. He is very aware of the terrible things he has done but he is blinded, in a sense, thinking what he is doing is for the greater good. to protect people..
To protect Soranik.
From a fate that fell upon Arin Sur and many others.
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Soranik is like a combination of the two. her horns are smaller and so are her ears. she has tiny "tusks" (fangs?) compared to her mom.
but she also has elements similar to her dad.
also I can't help but think about Sinestro saying he wishes for his daughter to not become like him, but to instead become more like her mother. honor her memory. it's a terrible loss for the universe for someone like Arin Sur to no longer be in it..
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I 100% want there to be a moment in an episode where Sinestro's backstory is revealed. like⊠his life he had up to when Guy first met him. We get to see just how tragic his backstory is.
There's been some subtle little hints here and there before, like someone from on Oa hearing Guy make a remark about Sinestro's weird earring and they tell him what they know.. how it's actually something very meaningful, a combination of two races and their culture. how it is a show of respect and mourning..
the mourning rituals of both Ungarans and Korugarians came together when Sinestro lost Arin. The piercings worn by those who lost a partner from Korugar.. and the wearing of a specific flora from Ungara..
Sinestro's mournful earring has a unique flora depicted hanging from it. A custom metal made to resemble that flora from Ungara.. to honor the memory of Arin Sur. He wears it always except when bathing or resting, but he keeps it with him ever so close at all times.
Should he lose that earring at all⊠wellâŠ
we might just see Sinestro become a Red Lantern.
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I do kinda like the idea that Ungara and Korugar are relatively close planets with their own races inhabiting them. and because of this, the two races are uniquely compatible, genetically speaking, which leads to how Soranik Natu was born at all when Thaal Sinestro got with Abin Sur's sister, Arin Sur. Sinestro & Arin were the first ones to discover this.
Also, Ungarans are taller than Korugarians. Soranik stands a little taller than Sinestro.
Sinestro is 5'5" (average)
Soranik is 5'9"
Arin & Abin Sur: 6'6" 6'8" (average)
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(Warning for alien physiology talk & humor)
what if Sinestro has never seen a human before and the first time he sees Guy shirtless in the Oa locker room he notices Guy only has 2 n1ps and Sinestro is like:
"Only 2? However will you feed all your young? Surely they should starve with such a lack of bodily provisions."
And Guy stands there extremely confused. Asks him what in the ever-loving heck he's talking about. Sinestro responds by merely removing his own clothes and presents his 8 n1ps.
Guy is understandably disturbed by the implications now registering in his mind.
If Guy ever mentions pregnancy, Sinestro responds "The women carry the young and the men provide for the young. ..What does your kind do? Don't tell me the women do all the work and that you're utterly useless? You humans are quite the odd creature."
Guy is very much offended.
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âĄâ⥠arin wallpaper
reblog if you save âȘïž
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Lloyd head canon:
He never locks the monastery. Cuz like Wu with Morro, âheâs coming home, heâs just taking a little longer that usualâ
Heâll scream and shout at anyone who locks it âif you lock that door youâll betray Arin! He still has to come home from his mission!â
delusional Lloyd is my favorite head canon now
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Academic (Anal)ysis
Oh My Girl Arin x m!reader
7200+ words
Part two of Classroom Copulation
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Fresh out of teaching your first two university classes, the afternoon had been relatively calm, stress-free and mostly void of any students asking idiotic questions. None of your students dozed off during your lectures, a sign that meant they enjoyed their time spent in class, or at least pretended they did. Either way, it achieved your primary goal to ensure your students felt fulfilled, leaving with more knowledge than they started with.Â
Your next class wouldnât be for a couple hours, which gave you time for a full lunch, and a chance to catch up on grading papers, but also taking some relaxation for yourself. After finishing up your lesson plans for the rest of the week and putting a dent into grading, a soft knock at the door interrupted your progress.
Most days, you had an open door policy during office hours, encouraging any students to visit with you unscheduled.Â
Only when you wanted to concentrate or when a student needed to spend time with you did you shut that door, and as far as you remembered, none of your students had scheduled anything today. That didnât mean your students werenât welcome, but you werenât expecting anyone to show up until your official posted time, which didnât begin for another hour.Â
âCome in.âÂ
The mahogany door to your office swung open, and behind revealed a slender woman with raven locks wearing a strapless sequined dress, gazing up with the prettiest doe eyes and a pair of freshly glossed lipsâone of your favorite students, Choi Yewon.Â
âGood afternoon, professor.âÂ
That favoritism might have been because you were in a (very inappropriate) relationship with her, but the point still stood, Arin was a breath of fresh air, a sight for sore eyes.Â
âGood afternoon, Miss Choi. What brings you here?â
Since the inception of your relationship, your office had been a sanctuary from further developing it with Arin. Whenever she visited, it was always under the guise of having difficulty with your classes, going over a graded test, or something narrowly related to academia. Mostly, it became an excuse to flirt around you without any other lingering students around. But you knew it wouldnât stay like that forever.Â
âCan't a student just say hello?" she asked, standing in the doorway and flashed a rather suspicious smile.Â
âOf course,â you said, returning a rather muted smile of your own. âBut my office hours haven't started yet.âÂ
âOh, my apologies. I must have remembered your hours wrong, professor.â The way she smirked meant she didnât, yet you wouldnât dare turn away such a pretty face.Â
âWould you like me to come back?âÂ
âNo, of course not. You already came all this way, so please, come on in.â After further opening the door for Arin to enter, she slipped inside, and made sure to leave as little gap as possible between your bodies so you could breathe in her aromatic perfume.Â
âWell, if you insist. I do have some time to spare,â Arin said, as she closed the door behind her and locked it. You knew that look, that glint in her eyes when she walked into your office.Â
âPlease have a seat, Miss Choi.â
Gesturing to your spacious red couch across the room, Arin sauntered over, taking a seat and crossed her legs. She took a look around while you remained in your office chair, unprepared for whatever facade she had for visiting.Â
âArenât you going to sit next to me, professor?â she asked, patting the empty cushion next to her with those unavoidable doe eyes staring into your soul. âThis couch feels a little lonely for just one personâŠâÂ
And just like that, the protective barrier you built up began to crumble. Because your office had been the last place that hadnât been defiled, the last place that you hadnât shoved Arin up against the wall and whispered in her ear all the sinful things you were going to do to her. Certainly not out of guilt, because banging a stunning girl like Arin would be worth sacrificing your livelihood.Â
Against your better judgment, you took a sip of coffee and occupied the empty seat on Arinâs left. Her smile widened, and she immediately squeezed your thigh, a clear indicator that this was more than just a simple hello from a student when she looked up with that unavoidable gaze. âItâs so good to see you, professor.âÂ
You could easily lean in to kiss Arin, the shiny gloss applied on her mouth attracted your lips to her like a magnet, but there had to be at least an attempt to keep up the front that this was nothing but a friendly visit, that your student wanted a chat and nothing else.Â
âGood to see you too, Miss Choi. Your classes going well?âÂ
With a nod, she scooted closer, and kept her hand squeezing your thigh, focusing every little bit of her attention on you. âTheyâre goingâŠfine,â she said in an unconvincing tone. âIâm not failing any at the moment.âÂ
That last part piqued your curiosity, because if she performed as poorly in your class as she did her other ones, then well, her GPA would be doomed. Granted, Arin was a straight A student in your class, mostly due to your little arrangement, so at least she had some buffer built up there.Â
âDo you mind if I get a little bit moreâŠcomfortable, professor?âÂ
A dangerous question, that In your mindâcould mean anything. But whatever she had planned, were it even a genuine innocent question, you hesitated to say yes, but on the other hand, wanted to offer whoever came to visit you the highest degree of comfort.Â
âNot at all, be my guest.â Hopefully, you wouldnât regret offering that invitation.Â
So after giving a courteous nod, Arin did just that, slipped her heels off, then carefully placed them out of the way. Next, she lifted her immaculate legs off the ground and rested themâright on your lap.Â
âMuch better.âÂ
If there was a modicum of shame left, it flew out the window when you became her footrest, not that you would be upset when every last inch of Arinâs legs became a feast for your eyesâand you were eating well. Not content with mere glances, you openly stared, and who could blame you when those beautiful, creamy legs never seemed to end, partnered with luscious thighs belonging around your head like earmuffs, and even her bare feet, which you adored kissing, drove you crazy.Â
Her figure was nothing but flawless, and while there hadnât been a single inch of Arinâs body that you hadnât kissed, licked, or suckedâyou still drooled over her praiseworthy legs, thankful every time she came to your class in a short skirt or tight little dress that fought for your attention.Â
You had to face facts, because the only reason your clothes werenât already in a heap, and you werenât bottoming Arin out, was your own weird sense of self-preservation. That maybe, if you spurned her advances in the one place where you actually had the most privacy, that your job wouldnât be in jeopardy. Like you hadnât fingered her in the library with a hand over that pretty mouth, or like you hadnât made her choke on your cock backstage in the theatre hall, and you certainly hadnât pounded her against the refrigerator in the teacherâs lounge, praying every second no other professors needed a quick dose of caffeine.Â
Again, you were (both) guiltless throughout every encounter, selfish in every manner. After all, why wouldnât you be,Â
when you had complete access to Arinâs body, free to explore it any way you pleased on a regular basis. Casting away the last bit of doubt aside, you rubbed Arinâs soft feet and kissed the tops of them, then moved down to her ankles, before caressing her smooth as silk legs all the way up to her thighs that brought unimaginable bliss when you squeezed them.Â
âIf I recall, donât you have a class soon, Miss Choi?â you asked, and couldnât resist roaming your fingertips up and down her perfect legs, those divine thighs a path to heaven in your hands. Brightly smiling, Arin tilted her head back in enjoyment as your hands brushed against her warm flesh, your touch driving her equally crazy. It was almost regrettable that her position didnât let you kiss and lick those mouthwatering thighs, but there was no need to be greedy when they felt so good and pillowy soft.Â
âYou remembered. I do, but Iâd rather ditch it. Getting dicked down by my favorite professor is a much better use of time. Wouldnât you say?â Arin couldnât hold back a smirk from forming on her lips, tossing out any subtlety in her words.Â
âI thought you were just here to say hello.âÂ
âI was, but since Iâm already here, I might as well make it worth your whileâŠâ Arin said, as one of her bare feet began to rub your inner thigh, moving dangerously towards your crotch. Before you could take your next breath, both of her feet felt up your cock, her toes teasing enough to make a bulge form in your pants. Powerless to stop her, you tried to stifle a moan under your breath, but failed, unable to hold back any thoughts while Arin massaged you through your pants, your cock stiffening uncomfortably so within mere seconds.Â
âYouâre getting hard already, professor. Doesnât that feel good? When I tease your cock like this?â she asked, a question with only one answer. The increasing friction on your shaft only served to fill the lust reserves in your body, because, without a doubtâArin wouldnât be leaving your office without getting a proper dickdown.
âYewonââÂ
âYes, professor?âÂ
âThat dressââÂ
âWhat about it? Itâs pretty, isnât it?âÂ
âIt is, butâget rid of it.âÂ
âIt would be my pleasure.â With no hesitance, she rose up and let herself be the center of attention, leaving you with a throbbing erection in her wake. Unsure where to direct your focus, your eyes wandered her body, from her thighs to her tiny little waist, to that teasing amount of cleavage, but eventually ended up drawn to her beautiful, angelic face and that vivacious smile.Â
âThis dress? You want it off me?â she asked, grasping the zipper of her dress, the gateway to releasing that burdensome barrier that opposed your desires. âThen sit back, relax, and enjoy the show, professor.âÂ
Despite your initial protests, your anticipation peaked as Arin began to zip down her dress, her lustful gaze welded to you. Being patient remained a struggle, considering how hard she left you, and the amount of exposed skin in your sight eyes didnât make things easier.Â
âDo you know what the best part of this dress is, professor?âÂ
âHow good it looks on you?âÂ
Arin giggled as she touched her silky hair, running fingers through it. âNo, while thatâs also true, thatâs the second best part.âÂ
Turning away, she began to tug down her dress, spiking your anticipation. Because now, all you could do was watch the meticulous reveal of Arinâs smooth naked back, and the hints of perspiration that had formed from the temperature in the room. You had to calm your strong urge to lick every last drop clean.Â
âThe best part isââ
As frustrating as it was to not be able to see those cute perky breasts, what would come next would make up for it. Arin hadnât taken a single movement that wasnât calculated, or that wasnât made three steps in advance, and the lower her dress went, the wider your eyes grew.Â
âHow easy it comes offâŠâÂ
She slipped it down past her slender waist, revealing more and more of her body, until it fell off her hips, and gravity did its job. Finally, you were able to glimpse perfection in its purest formâthat tight, bouncy butt barely concealed by a lacy blue thong wedged in between her plump ass cheeks. The true meaning of heaven, an ass so divine, it made it worth risking your tenure for.Â
Youâd risk everything for an ass like that.Â
For now, Arin was always delighted to enable that risk, swaying her hips and shaking her enticing ass, as if to say you were making the right decisionâeven if at its core, it couldnât be more wrong.Â
âCute panties,â you blurted out, saying the first thing in your head to keep yourself under control, otherwise youâd rip them off her body and bury your face in those flawless cheeks.Â
âThank you, professor. I wore them so you could take them off me,â she said, turning around just so you could see the grin on her features. But you were looking at so much more than just her pretty face, with her half-naked body proudly displayed, that only made the erection in your pants more unbearable.Â
âYewon, come here.â Without giving her a chance to reply, you grabbed her delicate wrists, and pulled her back onto the couch, causing her to fall on top of you until your bodies were pressed flat together. Apparently an unexpected move, given the look on her face, when usually Arin initiated every advance.Â
âProfessorâŠâÂ
Exchanging lingering glances, that was the last word Arin spoke before you cupped one side of her face, and dove into her warm, pillowy soft lips, tasting hints of strawberry on her breath. When your lips met, it stripped all manner of formality, no longer were you just a student and a professor, but two individuals consumed with lust, tired of holding it in, tired of hiding it.Â
Much of Arinâs bare skin became available, a daunting task to keep focused on one spot, so your greedy hands freely roamed her body, groping as many different places as you could reach while your tongue invaded her mouth.Â
Her lips tasted just like you remembered, sweet and addicting, a taste you would chase to the ends of the earth for. Eager for more, you bit down on her bottom lip, only for her to return the favor, nipping against your own, mirroring every bit of aggression. The more things escalated, the less it felt like you were in your office, liable to have anyone knock at the door and interrupt.Â
Matching your fervor, Arin started to unbutton your shirt, using her fingers to tease your chest with every button undone, trailing downwards after a new spot uncovered. âYou know, professor, maybe I should skip all my classes just to come visit you. Your office is very comfortableâŠâÂ
As much as you wouldnât mind that, you couldnât be held responsible for her grades deteriorating. âYour education is important, Miss Yewon.âÂ
Her tongue slipped back in your mouth as the kiss deepened, lips pressed up against one another with much more desperation, much more saliva swapped. Arin ran fingers through your hair while you caressed her bare back, aching to map out her pale skin, moving lower, much lower, until you squeezed her ass and kneaded those delicious cheeks.Â
âIf you insist. But only because if I got kicked out, you wouldnât be able to rail me every day.â Whatever her motivation for keeping grades up was didnât matter, as long as it meant you would keep meeting like this.Â
After breaking the liplock, you kissed the curve of her well-defined jaw, then moved towards her sensitive neck, making her even more hot and botheredâbut you had to be careful not to leave any marks that she wouldnât be able to cover up easily. The same couldnât be said for Arin, who had the unfair advantage to do just that, opening your shirt up and left a barrage of wet kisses and lip prints on your bare chest.Â
âMwah, thatâs much better,â Arin said, and you could see the temptation in her eyes to leave lipstick marks on your cheek, neck, or anywhere else plainly visible. But instead, she ran her fingertips up and down your lip-stained chest, then cupped your face with her cold hands. âI can feel how hard you are. Shouldnât I do something about that?âÂ
âLater. Wanna taste you right now. Need to shove my tongue in your pretty little cunt.âÂ
You could see the disappointment in Arinâs beautiful eyes, because if she came all this way without filling her throat with dick at least once, it would be a waste.Â
âAt least let me get your cock wet, professor,â she pleaded, as she traced the outline of your bulge, and you could hardly deny her when she looked at you like that, licking her lips with seduction, plump lips that were absolutely made for delivering the best blowjobs imaginable. Â
âAlright, fine. Show me what those cock sucking lips can do."
âAt once, professor.â Not wasting any time, Arin unzipped your pants, pulled them down to your knees, and immediately fished your cock out of your boxers. While she stroked your length, her lips returned to yours, keeping her taste lingering in your mouth, earning you some much necessary relief.Â
âThis really belongs in my mouth,â she said, tightening her grip on your shaft, and pumped with more deft strokes. As she jerked you off quicker and made you moan, her parted lips continued to pin down your own, and her tongue tantalized the inside of your mouth.Â
Delivering another wet, open mouth kiss, her lips then journeyed down your body, adding more smudged lipstick to your exposed flesh. Arin tugged off your pants down to your ankles as soon as she reached your waist, and divested your boxers, causing your stiff cock to spring to attention. âThere we go, all for me.âÂ
With her gaze fixated on you, she flattened her tongue against the base of your shaft, and slowly dragged her way up, then planted a deep, messy kiss on the tip of your cock. Swirling her wet tongue around, Arin then flicked against your leaking slit, lapping up every drop, and alternated between tender kisses and soft licks. When she sensed you had your fill of teasing, her lips parted, enveloping your swollen cockhead that she gently sucked.Â
You uttered no more than a groan, and leaned your head back against the couch armrest, watching Arin go to work. Her head bobbed while her delicate hands squeezed both thighs, nails digging in to your skin, and those sensual lips applied a deeper suction that hollowed her cheeks.Â
âRelax, professor. Let me please you. Let me make you meltâŠâÂ
Her seductive eyes studied your every move, while her lips swallowed up more shaft, bottoming down to your base with ease as her throat relaxed. When she came back up, a sheen of warm saliva covered your shaft, and she repeated the journey, those hungry lips slurping on every inch that filled her throat.Â
Arin maintained a steady rhythm and teased your balls, toying with them between her fingers, fondling them while your shaft became saturated with more saliva, spilling down the lips of her mouth.Â
âGod, Yewon, you make me feel so good,â you moaned, falling apart while Arin sucked you off and added as much stimulation as possible by playing with your balls, her lips testing your resolve. The way her head bobbed never stayed consistent for long, and varied from frantic to sluggish lazy strokes. But the way she held you down her throat didnât, keeping you there for several seconds without any struggle, eyes on you for the entire ride.Â
It all made you want to return the favor tenfold. With your cock plenty wet, you kept your eyes glued to how well Arin deepthroated your cock with ease, almost hesitant to stop her, not wanting the stream of pleasure to dissipate.
âYewon, let me taste you now.âÂ
Arin complied, but not without a few more sinful slurps that drove you wild, as she released your cock with a loud pop that let you see how much your cock glistened under the lights. Momentarily, you stood up off the couch and gestured towards the armrest while you kicked the rest of your clothes away. She got your message loud and clear, swiftly getting on her knees and bent over, sticking out that perfect, plump ass to you that you couldnât get behind any faster.Â
Looking over her shoulder, Arin leaned more over the armrest, and pressed her thong-clad ass against your aching erection. Your eyes glazed over from the lack of blinking, wondering how such a delicious ass existed that belonged to such a pretty girl, another unanswerable question while you caressed her soft cheeks. Even if you couldn't help but lustfully stare at those covered cheeks, you'd have a stiff neck if you persisted. In one swift motion, you peeled Arinâs tiny thong off her hips, granting your eyes the blessing of that fully exposed ass, alongside her gorgeous, appetizing cunt.Â
âFuck,â you mumbled under your breath and didnât waste a second in groping her ass, getting your fingertips in that soft delicate flesh, massaging it gently before outlining the curve of it with your needy fingers. Arin responded in soft moans while you began to pepper in little small kisses to her ass, kissing every inch you could touch.Â
âYour ass is fucking amazing, Yewon. Have I ever told you that?âÂ
âYouâve mentioned it once or twice, Professor. And almost every time we meet,â she giggled, savoring your adoration of her deliciously ample buttcheeks. God, you could do this all day, those bare cheeks silky soft to the touch, lured in with no chance of escape, so you did what anyone who had ever seen Arin in a short skirt in person never had the chance toâand buried your face in that ass.Â
You were more than content to suffocate there, nestled between the softest flesh imaginable that would make a pillow jealous, inhaling the sweet scent of Arin. But you couldnât ignore your hunger, nor could you ignore that divine pussy, or those juicy lips that would give your taste buds a workout. One more inhale, followed by one more moment to rub your face all over those exquisite cheeks, and then you moved down to tease her inner thighs with kisses, alternating between each and gave them the individual attention deserved.
âProfessor, you said you were going to taste me,â she whined, her growing impatience becoming more apparent. A little teasing never hurt, but when you had a decadent dessert offered up on a silver platter, it was only polite to dive in.Â
Spreading her thighs for better access, you dragged your tongue up and down her slit, ending her desperation while coating your tongue with her sweet juices. The first morsel of her tangy taste left you dying for more, and with your hands still squeezing her tight ass, you traced her slick-trapped folds with your tongue, gathering up her nectar with a craving for more. Within seconds, that thirst would be quenched when you darted your tongue against Arinâs sensitive clit, and drank up whatever juices escaped her cunt,Â
âSo fucking delicious,â you hissed, as your tongue became more frantic, and explored the pink flesh offered up, taking a journey of pleasure with no destination. âI could eat you all fucking day.âÂ
âBut then who would teach your students? Education is important,â Arin mocked, jerking back when you sucked on her swollen clit in response, which made her thighs quiver against your face.
âJust for that, I think I might fuck you. Harder than you deserve.â Not only for her benefit, but yours, because while you enjoyed every moment of devouring your slutty little student, that ache in your cock became harder to endureâyou desperately needed somewhere to shove your shaft into.Â
âIâm all yours, professor.â Like she was ever anything but, leaning into your touch, practically chasing your tongue while it slid between all that slippery flesh. Then again, your tongue and cock seemed to have different priorities on the matter, fighting for control of Arinâs perfect little pussy.Â
Moments away from insertion, you wondered how sturdy the lock to your office was. If somehow, someone managed to break in and caught both of you naked in your office, both of your lives would inevitably be fucked, exponentially yours more so. Sleeping with your student was one thing, doing it in the relatively public space of the office you worked years to acquire was another. Almost without a , youâd lose your PhD, your masterâs degree, and certainly your entire career. But honestly, you had no time to give a shit about that when you had the hottest student in your class who willingly offered her body up like the free coffee in the teacherâs lounge.Â
The reality of it all made it hard to care about when you had such a round ass and tight little cunt inches away from your cock. You could see it in Arinâs pretty eyes, the need, the desire, the look of why are you still not inside me yet? A question you would ask yourself, and find an immediate answer when you pushed your shaft inside her heavenly cunt.
You couldnât find words to voice your pleasure and just groaned when you entered Arin. Unfathomable bliss filled your body when your cock moved in slow plunges, those clinging walls squeezing tight, and urged you deeper. Neither of you spoke for several thrusts, because what was there to say, other than praise, how big you felt inside her, and how utterly drenched she was. That intense, audible wetness when you moved inside Arinâs wet warmth would make sure you planned in advance for next time, because red fabric stained far too easily.Â
âProfessorââ Arin managed to spit out, a word without meaning, without any follow up, but you were happy to just hear her pretty voice while your hips smacked against those full, rippling cheeks as you began to bottom out her needy cunt.
Her pussy had never felt more incredible. Maybe it was the danger of getting caught that added an extra oomph to the end of your pistoning hips, or the three-day weekend that kept your bodies away from each other an extra day that made every thrust that much more pumped full of ecstasy. Not that you couldnât visit each other, as you certainly ended up tangled in Arinâs bed sheets on multiple occasions and vice versa, but it dampened the rush.Â
While Arin thoroughly enjoyed the thrashing you were giving her wet little pussy, being extra careless of how loud the smacks of hot flesh were, you couldnât have been more preoccupied on that way that perfect ass bounced. Especially after a harsh spank or two that left a mark on her pristine buttcheeks, and for some extra stimulation, you slipped your thumb up her tight little asshole, feeling her clench tighter around your cock. Â
Judging by the deeper moans let out, she was much more gratified when you simultaneously penetrated her two holes. If only Arin had the same glass dildo with her in that very first selfie sentâsheâd never forget the look on your face when you mistakenly checked your phone in the middle of class.Â
âThis pussy is unbelievable, fuckââÂ
Arin couldnât help but laugh at how quickly you were breaking down. âI know. You must love my pussy, and the way I cream all over you. But wouldnât you rather have your perfect cock inside my ass? You've been staring at it nonstop since I walked into your office."
Caught red-handed, you couldnât admit otherwise. Not that anyone could blame you when she wore such short skirts that hardly covered up her cheeks, or on the rare occasionâdidnât, and conveniently âforgotâ to wear underwear. It was rather absurd that your cock wasnât buried inside her ass with as much time as you spent gawking and worshiping it. But there was only one little problem. âA much as I would love to plow your ass, I donât have anyââ
âLube? Check my bag.âÂ
One might have questioned why a student would keep a bottle of lube on their belongings, but not you. Not a second thought went by while you rummaged through her bag, moving aside books, notepads, lotions, and makeup pouches until you found your desired treasure.Â
âWarm me up a little?â Arin asked when you rejoined her on the couch. Not that she really needed it, but moreso wanted it, and your tongue hadnât gotten the action it deserved. Setting aside the bottle for now, your tongue took the same route, licking a long stripe up her wet cunt, and made a detour towards her puckered hole. This time, you refrained from any teasing, instead licking short circles around her asshole, then spread her fleshy cheeks wide to grant better access and plunged your tongue inside.Â
âProfessor!âÂ
Arinâs beautiful gasps filled your ears as you spread her cheeks wider and lapped at her asshole, using your tongue like a dildo, hitting every little nerve that caused a chain reaction of bliss, a parade of stimulation. You never took the same path twice while you tonguefucked her tight little hole, using sloppy movements to saturate the rim of her ass in saliva, and refused to let your tongue rest, not that a break would ever be necessary when Arin tasted so good. If her juicy cunt was a dessert, then for sure her ass was a buffet you could feast upon and never quite be full.Â
âI wonder what people would think if they walked in right now to see my professorâs tongue shoved up my asshole.âÂ
âI think theyâd be wondering where the back of the line was.âÂ
That small grin from her lips disappeared into an open mouth moan while you continued to tongue her sweet asshole, and dug your fingers into the soft flesh of her buttcheeks, keeping them spread wide as they could go to satiate your appetite.
âMmm, fuck, that tongue feels so good. You really know how to eat a girlâs ass, donât you, professor?â Unwilling to say a word that would interrupt your meal, you accepted her praise in silence and swirled your tongue in every direction imaginable, slobbering all over that tasty tight hole.Â
âGod, professor, youâre amazing. But I think Iâm warmed up enough, donât you?â With much reluctance you would agree, even if meant your tongue would have to leave her beautiful backside, but the main event would soon await.Â
That didnât mean you couldnât enjoy one more moment filling your hands with Arinâs cheeks, as you admired her glistening asshole that would soon be reintroduced to your greedy cock. She sank down into the couch; her face pressed down and ass raised up, not wanting to be empty much longer. Naturally, it would be hard for anyone to stay idle with those cheeks between your fingers, with such a spankable ass at your mercy, and you had to pry yourself from fondling that ass, or youâd never stop.Â
You werenât in a rush when you lubed up your cock and slid two fingers inside Arinâs saliva drenched asshole, adding more slick liquid than necessary. A poor excuse to test that puckered hole once more, using the pretense of preparation to finger her tight ass, a preview of that intense clench that youâd feel more of later.Â
âFuck, donât keep me waiting, professor. Need you in my ass, stretching me out like you always do. Stop teasing and fill me already.âÂ
Arin wanted it almost more than you did, and it was far too easy to keep her on edge, but eventually two fingers became one, until your last digit withdrew from her ass, leaving her restless with anticipation. All out of patience yourself, you didnât dare dream of making Arin wait much longer, and guided your cockhead between those luscious cheeks as you nudged against her divine asshole.Â
With little reason to prolong the inevitable, you caught Arinâs gaze when she looked over her shoulder again, eyes brimming with impatience. You took a necessary deep breath, one that Arin matched, and sank into her hot, tight asshole, already overwhelmed by that impossible tightness. One plunge wasnât enough, and you didnât stop until the tip of your cock disappeared, swallowed up by an ass sculpted by the gods, with the additional pressure such a mind-numbing sensation that made you throb like you never had before.Â
âMore, professor. More,â Arin pleaded, unsatisfied by just your thick cockhead penetrating her snug little hole, a request you had no intention to deny. For a moment, you pulled out so you could rewatch the way your cock slid inside her plump ass, and her body accepted you with ease, her snug walls gripping your cock much harsher than her cunt.Â
âYouâre so goddamn tight, Yewon, fuck,â you groaned with both hands firmly on those perfect pale cheeks, and pumped into Arin at an agonizingly slow pace, stretching her out more and more, and savored every last movement before you were even balls deep. Fitting your cock into Arinâs tight little asshole didnât come easy, even after several deep breaths and relaxed muscles, but it was a struggle you would gladly take on, all in the name of pleasure.Â
âDeeper, professor, go deeper. Please let me take all of you, stretch my little asshole.âÂ
She whimpered and groaned the more your girth impaled her ass, arching her back higher, and that constricting grip around your shaft intensified the deeper you went, further provoking you to fill her up to the hilt. Almost flush to the base against her firm cheeks, you watched the lustful expression etched on Arinâs face, taking note of her open mouth, widened eyes, and how her palms flattened against the couch cushions, desperate to be stretched wider.Â
After a rather harsh movement of your hips, you lodged your cock deep inside her asshole until you were finally balls deep, immediately taking another thrust, then a third, experiencing such sharp pleasure that would only repeat itself as you buried yourself in those warm depths, opening her up to allow the deepest penetration manageable. âThis what you wanted, Yewon? My cock all the way up this tight fucking asshole?â
Arin scrambled to grab onto anything, digging her fingers into the fabric of the couch.âYes! Oh my god, you feel so good, so deep inside me. Keep me full like this, pleaseââÂ
With a pleading look like that, you didnât need any more persuasion. âFucking slut. Look at you, dripping all over my couch. Gonna have fun explaining this to the custodian.âÂ
âI canât help it, professor, you fuck me so well. Youâll just have to get a new couch, I donât think cum is easy to get out.âÂ
âThat depends how many loads I dump in you today.âÂ
âOh? Were you planning on going for round two, professor?âÂ
âYeah, Yewon. Thanks to you, I think my office hours are officially canceled today.âÂ
Arin would be pleased that only she could see you today, knowing the reason why any student entering your office during specified hours would be met would a locked door, while on the other side sheâd be flat on her back covered in sweat, on her knees, or bouncing on your cock.Â
Meanwhile, her greed got the best of her, and she began to fuck herself back on your cock, moaning with every push against you, eager to be split open even more. Even better than that, it freed up your hands, and gave free rein to slap that bouncy bubble butt, something you desired the moment she walked into your office.Â
With much delight you gave a quick spank to both cheeks, not letting time pass without the soft flesh rippling, and slapped each cheek one by one, again, and again, and again, the sound growing louder with every smack.Â
The slaps on her ass came in succession without delay, and each rippled her cheeks in a hypnotic fashion, filling the room with sounds of moans and whimpers. As your attention shifted to one cheek, each smack given turned the delicate flesh redder, and the only respite offered came in between harsh strikes when you massaged her tender cheeks.Â
And you were just getting started.Â
While Arin kept fucking herself on your cock and opened herself more, you gave harder and harder spanks on her delicious backside, contemplating how an ass could have so much insane jiggle, every smack generating more and more recoil on those luscious cheeks.Â
âI love it when you spank me, professor. Spank me while I take your cock up my ass, spank me like the naughty little student I am.âÂ
Her ass rippled in a way that could only be described as beautiful, while a loud gasp or desperate cry for more left her lips following more reddened flesh. Arin had some of the best hips you had the pleasure to grab, and they never stopped moving as she slammed her cheeks down on your cock, ensuring you stayed embedded inside her puckered hole, and refused to let you leave that unrelenting tightness.Â
The flesh of her ass became so red, so sensitive, that you had to cease for a moment just to savor the noises she made, and rubbed the sting out of one side, letting it return when you flattened your palm and smacked her thick ass like the crack of a whip.Â
Looking down, both of Arinâs asscheeks were the way you loved themâbright red, tender, and plastered with palm prints. You would make sure they remained that way for days, as you doubled down, smacking either side of her ass in harsh succession, before grabbing her hips and reclaimed control of her ass. All those smacks on her rear combined with those thrusts she took inside escalated her arousal, making it easier to pound her ass. And you did so without holding back, fucking her into the couch the way she deserved, guided by the sounds of sweet bliss that left her lips.Â
Arin was rightâyou would need a whole new couch after this. You could see how much of her arousal dripped down her thighs, already staining the fabric that matched the color of her sore buttcheeks, and that was before the thick load that would soon leak out of her.Â
âProfessorââ Arin had trouble forming words, thanks to your cock repeatedly gaping her asshole and impaling her insides, melting away into bliss until it was all she could think about. âGod, you fuck me so well, professor. But why havenât you cum yet? Donât you need to?â
Eventually, you would, but not until you spent enough time reaming her tight little body, firmly planted in Arinâs asshole, that she would dream about how good your cock felt inside her. âBecause Iâm enjoying your ass way too much. Gonna keep fucking it as long as I can until my balls get drained.âÂ
âWell, then keep fucking me, professor. Fuck me until you fill my tight asshole up all the way. Iâll be a good little cum dump. Canât wait to feel that hot load inside meâŠâÂ
A pretty girl like Arin uttering such vulgarity like that drove you almost as insane as the ass you were pounding. Seeing her plump cheeks alone with their vivid red hue kept you going, and it was more than enough to keep you rock hard, even if your hips were at their limit. But you had enough stamina left to keep yourself buried in her ass, watching every little detail on her perfect, sweaty face etched with ecstasy.Â
One more smack on her delicious ass became a lit fuse of unavoidable tension manifesting in your balls that meant every thrust now came with a countdown. But before you could reach the finish line, you kept your eyes glued to the heart-shaped ass your cock pummeled, chasing that edge while dancing on a tight-rope of bliss that you were bound to topple over at any moment.Â
Not even a black hole could contain your combined lust, or all your built-up carnal desires to wreck Arinâs impeccable body, because sometimesâthere was nothing better than ruining something beautiful.Â
The sweat down her back, the way her disheveled hair clung to her naked skin, and the way she pleaded for you to cum, it all painted a highly detailed picture that you would put the finishing touches on by smacking your hips against her body one last time, then buried your shaft in that unforgettable tightness before you finally erupted inside her.Â
While you spilled thick semen into her ass, you couldnât tell who needed this release moreâbut given how much you throbbed as your shaft emptied in her asshole, you had never felt this euphoric, groaning in relief while filling Arin to the brim. It wasnât even a challenge to stay there, barely moving a muscle as her tight hole milked your cock dry, prolonging your unyielding twitches and throbs. The real feat would be pulling out, because even after your climax ran its course, you wanted nothing more but to stay inside that warmth, cockwarming her ass for eternity.Â
âP-professorâŠâ Arin couldnât say much, and your heavy breathing echoed her own. Every tired pant she made gave your cock a new twitch, like trying to empty more inside her body.
âFuck, it feels so warm and thick inside me, professor. Wasnât this worth canceling your office hours?â Way past your scheduled time, you hadnât even remembered to put up a notice, but given your focus on destroying Arinâs ass, it was no wonder you hadnât heard a single knockâhopefully nobody needed to meet up with you today, or maybe the cries of pleasure from inside spoke for you.Â
âThis ass is worth canceling everything,â you said, as you began to catch your breath. Reluctantly, you began to withdraw from Arin, one little inch at time, until you were no longer inside her, and intently watched your cum leak out from her gaped asshole in a slow drip that became a thick downpour that stained her thighs, your couch, and anywhere else it pleased. You were powerless to save your couch, but you didnât care. A worthy sacrifice.Â
Collapsing to one side of the cushions your body preferred, Arin came tumbling after, her sweaty body clinging against your own. âAnd having my professor pound my ass was worth missing class.âÂ
You moved hair out of her eyes, as the two of you exchanged tired smiles. âI guess I should be responsible and get ready to teach my next class.âÂ
As a pout formed on her lips, Arin kissed your bare skin, never yielding her insatiable hunger. âThatâs no fun. When is it?âÂ
âIn about forty-five minutes.â In actuality, you had an hour, but youâd need to locate a shower and figure out how the hell to make the smell of sex in your office disperse before then. And the stains on the couch would be a problem for a different day.Â
âPerfect. Just enough time to rail me again. Because Iâm not leaving your office without another load inside me.âÂ
âAnd youâre not leaving wearing those pretty panties either.âÂ
âDeal, professor. Theyâll be waiting on your desk.âÂ
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people are too hard on Lloyd for how he "failed" Arin
he is traumatized and likely has PTSD, depression, anxiety, and several mental illnesses
he's still mentally 6 years old. because of the tomorrow tea and physical and mental trauma he's sustained, his brain is likely locked at the age he was when he was aged up. he's literally a toddler in an adult's body
misako left him at Darkley's, and garmadon tries to kill him every other time he meets. he likely doesn't understand what it would be like to miss your parents, because they've been gone most of his life and doesn't notice their absence
he's blond. you know what they say about them blond folk.. not the sharpest katana on the rackđ€Ș
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The tragic existence of the Ninja and co having faces that look so much like anotherâs, knowing that the face in the mirror is one that mimics a mothers and a fathers, even if they wish despite for it not too.
How did Harumi feel after her parents died and the last thing she had of them is her own face?
How did Pixal feel not knowing of shes simply a copy of someone long gone, or if this face is her own to bear?
How did Arin feel knowing that the only reason he remembers how his parents look like is because of a reflection?
How does Sora feel looking at a face that should be her own, yet all she sees is the faces of those who hurt her most?
How does Wydlfyre feel not knowing of her face look more like her mothers or fathers, questioning why is doesnât look like Heatwaveâs or Caregivers, and wondering why she wished it looked more like Kaiâs?
This is part two!
First post :D
Did Cyrus Borg ever look at Pixal when he first designed her, and wondered if that would be how his daughter couldâve looked like? Did he ever question and wonder why he made Pixal look the way he did, despite knowing the answer deep down inside of him?
Did Wydlfyre look at other dragons and realised how similar they looked to their parents? How they had their fatherâs eyes, or motherâs tail? Did she ever question Heatwave-her father- or the caregiver robot -her mother- as to why she did not have her fatherâs long fangs or her motherâs sleek skin? When she was finally told they were not biologically family (yet in their hearts they always will be), did she ever sit and wonder whose face matches hers?
When the merge happened and she heard Arin wish for his parents, the ninja wondering where their parents are, Sora in grief of her own, did she ever sit in front of a mirror and tried to pick apart which part would belong to whom? Would her eyes be fierce like her motherâs, or would they be as determined as her fatherâs? Would her hair be as vibrant as her fatherâs bold locks, and would her mother bear the mark from birth like she has? Would she wish to have a smile as caring as Kaiâs, like how she wishes to have Heatwaves warmth and Caregivers security?
Did Arin ever stare at his face in hope he would be able to fool himself into thinking he was looking at his motherâs instead? Or did he once realise that the only reason he even remembered how his own parents looked like was by his own face? Did he ever feel pain by looking more like his mother than his father? Or would he focus too much in his fathers features when it was his mothers face he last saw? How many times did he cry as a lost child wondering when the next time he sees his parents it wonât be through a mirror?
Did Sora ever wish to scratch off the features that made her look so much like her own parents? Her mothers eyes that seemed to bore into her own and her fathers frown that mimicked hers perfectly? Did she ever cry in gratitude over her pink hair, yet feel loss at how much she never fit in even with her own family? How many times did she cry when she thought she was acting too much like her mother, or her father? That her face warped into expressions that she remembered so clearly on their own faces?
How many times did she catch her self smiling, and loving and fond look in her eyes when she looked at people she cared about, only to realise that she barely ever saw this look on her own parents? That the reason her heart ached, was because the only way she ever will see such a look pointed at her from their own faces was with her own?
How long did Harumi sit staring her face to ensure she never forget the look of her parents? How many times did she move her face to mimic the same ones of terror and fear and acceptance that she last saw on her parentâs face? On their funeral, how many times was she told she looked exactly like her parents? That they mustâve been proud to have such a beautiful daughter? Did she cry, when she wished she looked just as beautiful as her mother once did? Or did her anger at the world climb higher when strangers would say she looks so much like her mother, the queen, despite being adopted? Did she ever scratch at her face, trying to change it, hoping to pull her eyes out when told they look so much like the kings, and not her fatherâs?
Did they ever wish that their face were their own, and not a sick reminder of what they once had?
Bah since some (haha, one of you actually) of you wanted the dragons rising characters, i did that and slapped you with Harumi too cause shes just tragic.
#lego ninjago#ninjago#ninjago harumi#harumi jade#was thinkinh of adding Garmadon to hers but like#their relationship was purely artificial#i dont think she actually considers him her father#just needed the role to help fill the dark hole left gaping in her chest#:D#sora ninjago#ninjago sora#sora dragons rising#arin ninjago#dragons rising arin#ninjago wyldfyre#wyldfyre ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#dragons rising#heatwave#dragons rising caregiver#ah#ninjago kai#kai smith#what else do i atg#angst#headcanons#AH PIXAL#hers is the shortest like zanes because theyre nindroids they dont really have parental angst in this department#pixal ninjago#pixal borg
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We all know that Arin seeing his parents during the S1 finale majorly fucked him up but imagine with me for a second how his PARENTS must feel.
They were swept up in a storm, torn from their son and trapped in some weird space between realms. There's probably not much going on, nothing to indicate the passage of time. That alone is gonna drive a person a little crazy.
Then, for a just a moment, a rift opens, and they get a brief glimpse at the outside world. And there's a kid staring back at them, locking eyes with them, and it's not until the rift closes and the moment has passed that it fully registers that's Arin. That's their little boy. He's not so little anymore. They knew it'd been a while, but from the looks of him it's been far longer than they thought. It's been years. Their son is growing up without them. They can only hope he's okay. They can only pray they'll be reunited.
#I am Feeling Things tonight folks#so like was it implied that they're just chilling there fully conscious#cuz that's gotta be hellish#but also what are the odds that Arin and his parents would see eachother in that moment#that's crazy#serious emotional damage on both sides#ninjago#dragons rising#ninjago arin
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Crack idea:
Suffering from Epic the Musical... but it's Cole and Kai
Let me explain/give context
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Cole wants to help save Bonzle & Kai back from nether-space and so he plans to goes on a journey to find a way to bring them back. The gang at the monastery catch wind of this plan and everyone minus Geo + kids join Cole. (Geo has to take care of the kids y'know) So they go on the bounty and go to a place where there might be a lead. Unfortunately, its off the shore of a foggy, distant island.
They arrive and find that something has broken a hole in the ship. (when does the bounty not get destroyed?) Everyone splits off on the island to find supplies to fix the hole, everyone except Nya and Zane. While trying to repair the gap with the few planks they have on the ship, they hear a voice. Two voices actually, and they sound almost uncanny to- "Jay?" Nya asks the fog.
"Pixal?" Zane asks as well.
As Lloyd approaches the ship with some materials that could help with repairs, he hears something...odd.
"Come in the water Nya! Let's swim together, you and I"
That can't be, it just cant, but...is that Jay? It sounds just like Jay but... something doesn't feel right.
He drops everything and rushes toward the noise. As Lloyd arrives, he sees Nya on the edge of the hole getting ready to jump in with Zane right behind her. Lloyd looks over to 'Jay' and 'Pixal' when he sees that behind them, there seem to be a myriad of eyes looking at Nya and Zane getting ready to go in.
Lloyd yells at the duo,"What are you doing?!"
And with that, they snap out of their trances and see Lloyd above them, on the ships deck.
"What WAS that? I could've sworn Jay was here just now. Lloyd, where is he?" Nya responds.
"I saw it too, and heard it, but whatever came definitely was not Jay" Lloyd said. "And whats worse is that there are more of them, over in the surrounding sea, I'm sure of it."
The rest of the group eventually return to the bounty and fix the ship. Lloyd asks everyone if they saw anyone, anything that could help them get their lost friends back. Nobody saw anything of note. A slight pause after, Arin had a thought, an idea of sorts.
"What if the lead is the shifters? what if they know something we don't?"
"Shifters?" Sora questioned and chuckled a bit.
"What? We don't know who they are!" Arin said defensively, letting out a laugh afterward.
"It's worth a shot" Lloyd shrugged.
The crew get on the newly-repaired bounty and plan. after a few minutes, it was decided that Cole would go out and try to get information from the shifters. By any means necessary.
"Is that really necessary?" Cole asked, pointing to the chain around his ankle.
"Just as a precaution, we don't want you throwing yourself off the ship" Lloyd replied. Cole laughed at the thought of him flinging himself off the bounty, it wouldn't be the first time that's happened.
The ship slowly sailed along the shore of the island and Cole looked around to see... anything really. The rest are in hiding on the ship to make it seem like less of a strategic attack/interrogation. The ship approached a formation of rocks off the coast when he heard it.
"Cole, Cole where are you?"
Cole ran to the bow of the bounty and that's when he saw him. Half of the reason he left the monastery in the first place.
"Hello!?" Cole calls out.
The voice comes into view and locks eyes with Cole.
It's Kai
#epic the musical#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#lavashipping#could be lava#cole brookstone#the Epic & Ninjago hyperfixation really getting to me#oops I wrote fanfic#siren kai?#yippee đ
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SPOILER SPOILER SPOILERRRR
(just random shit that i loved, but still spoiler sorry)
so no one got the reference when cole had the idea to give zane that weird potion again to become tiny and go through the lock and open the door JUST like WHEN cole was a ghost and jay said "be the key cole, BE THE KEY!!"? noone? just me?
anyway zane and cole were sooo cute, and that witch lady too, ngl
NOT TO MENTION COLE X GEO SO FCKING ADORABLEEE (geo is so in love with him mygod)
also JAY MY GREATEST LOVE IS BACK
HOW WE FEELING JAYS STANS?
his entrance made me scream but when jay looked terrified of the reflection and his powers, MY POOR BABY WHAT HAPPENED WHAT DID THEY DO TO YOU??!??? R U OAKY??!?!?
ohhhh and i can alredy taste aaalll the jaya angst, can't wait.
THE LOVE OF MY FUCKING LIFE
FINALLYYYY WE WIIINNNN
the way nya couldn't belive that he was the real jay cause he didn't know her... HAIAIXOOQIXIWIIAIX NYA THERE SOMETHING I HAVEN'T TOLD YOU I'M SORRY BU-
the jiang-smith siblings scene... I LOVED IT WITH ALL MY HERAT
i also loved that flashback and ohhh my god how i sobbed when nya said that kai, her BIG BROTHER was her HEROOO MY FUCKING GOD
*SNIFF* *SNIFF* TRAUMAA!?IAOAIXOWOIXIWIIX
and poor bonzle.. I didn't expect I would feel sorry for a character I honestly didn't care about, but now I love her, good job ninjago writers đ *sobbing*
AND KAI- shit..
but this means kai (and kai angst) and bonzle new friendship and I'm really excited
so much cliffhangers and ANGST until who know when..
and now, if you excuse me, I'll go kms (while watching jay ofc)
(also, arin could be the one ras recruit and not Jay? i mean yeah i like it... BUT WERE IS THE HONORABLE JAYS VILLAIN ARC? I NEED IT RN AYIXISUAIIX)
#ninjago#ninjago dragons rising#ninjago dragon rising spoiler#jay walker#nya smith#ninjago jaya#cole brookstone#zane julien#kai smith#ninjago bonzle#geo ninjago#cole x geo#lostshipping
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