#but read it cuz its so *clenches fist*

[that-tall-queer-bassist]

@toasted-cricket

this was me trying to explain everything i love about "Dark Cloud Descended Again" last night

(FIC REC LIKE AHHHHH its so so good and it makes me feel Big emotions and i notice new little details every time i reread you should definitely read it if you're seeing this)

don’t you ever read a piece of fanfiction so good you just

[unculturedswine69]

WAIT HELP I READ TOO FAST 😭😭

omg but who are your favs in the twdg games... 😳😳😳

OH HFHGFHJ ITS FINE I DO THAT ALL THE TIME TOO BUT YEAH AS YOU KNOW I LOVE THE GAMES AND SHOW AND ALSO THE COMIC!! BUT FOR THE GAMES UHMMM..omg this is SUCH a tough question honestly?? like, i feel very complicated about basically every character in this series so its hard to just pick one fave....

hmm i will say tho i have ALWAYS loved Lee and Clementine (obviously,who doesnt hehe) i just love them sm 😭the first game just makes me so emotional FRFR in the first game i also loved Ben,Chuck, Omid and Christa and Molly!! id also include Kenny but...i have a sorta love/hate relationship with that guy 😭😭😭😭hes such a good character tho!! in general i think the first game was just so good😌😌

for the other games im less familiar with them since ive only played the other seasons once each so my memory is probably a little off,but i remember really liking Sarah ,Nick,Luke and Jane from the 2nd season,but again i think some of these characters are like. love/hate with me currently,i think s2 is so turbulent that its kinda hard to pick faves really (for me atleast) with the 3rd season i remember LOVING that Tripp guy and also Javier,but its been years since i last played the game so i probably have a bunch of different opinions on everything now😭😭in general i just dont remember too much from that game,i definitely have to replay it eventually..for s4 tho?? hmm honestly,i think i loved like,90% of the cast in that LMAO but i think i liked uhhm AJ the most.and also i think his name was Asim (or aasim) and Ruby,i liked them alot i think,and louis and violet too 😌😌😌also the dog?? does the dog count??? in general i just thought the characters were pretty interesting in that game,but again i think ima just have to replay all of these again to see how i REALLY feel

ANYWAYS THANKS FOR THE QUESTION AURA!!! i would LOVE to know your faves too😈😈😈😈😈😈

[savannahsdeath]

a part4 of -this- ❈ dealer!ellie x reader / ending

warnings: none??

"i have a flight to europe. i'm leaving everything and going to bieszczady." your father said, stroking the humid glass full of a cold drink. "my plane leaves tonight."

you nodded. "the faster, the better."

"but i can't blame her," he continued, "she just wanted to survive, though..."

"don't defend her." you shook your head. "she's a traitor."

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you mechanically and mindlessly drank a glass of water, as your mind processed the events and emotions that have occurred. the coldness of the liquid filled your mouth, a comforting feeling against the heat of the emotions growing within you. you stared out into the kitchen, feeling dazed and aimless as the memories came flooding back. your memory of this moment was clear, sharp and vivid in your mind. it felt like a part of you disconnected from your body, frozen in space and time.

you heard a soft knock at the door, its subtle sound contrasting the intense thoughts churning within you. the sudden noise knocked you out from the daze you've been in, your mind suddenly thrown into a state of alertness. your body has been on autopilot for who knows how long, the mundane actions from the last few days becoming distant. the knock at the door acted as a beacon in the dark, drawing you back to reality. the sound pulled you out of the memories and back into the present, as you moved towards the door to answer.

you could predict who's on the other side, really.

ellie.

every feature of her face was recognizable, but your view of her was through a veil of confusion and anger. your eyes narrowed in distrust as you took in this unexpected turn of events. she seemed concerned for you, but you couldn't shake off the feeling that there is some ulterior motive hidden behind her friendly demeanor. there was a hint of lingering attachment. part of you felt like you should turn her away on the spot, while another part of you still craved her presence — there was still some leftover affection.

suddenly, you found yourself pulled into the embrace of ellie's kiss and your emotions were thrown into turmoil once again. her hands brushed the side of your face as she pressed herself closer. the feeling of her lips on yours was a rush of pure pleasure, the intensity of the act jolting you and awakening the lingering affection you felt for her. despite all the pain and anger you felt towards her, you couldn't help but be swept away by the heat of the moment. a weak "ngh—" left your throat. as the kiss deepened, you were flooded with the memories of your time together, the highs and the lows all crashing in on you at once. your body decided to respond automatically, your lips kissing back.

you hopelessly clenched your fist and hit the crook of her neck, though you didn't put any strength to the move, moreover you had to fight your own arousal. ellie didn't pull away, instead her grip on you tightened and she began to lead you deeper into the house. you could feel her body pressing against yours, the heat of her lips still upon you.

you broke the kiss but your face was still as near to hers as possible. "i wanna kill you—"

"i'm yours." she pressed her forehead to yours. "you never broke up with me, y'know that?"

you took a deep breath and she could feel you exhaling. "i can fix that."

"there's no need to" she hummed, taking your hand and interlinking your fingers. "everything's fine."

through the corner of your eyes you saw the clock, which in big, red lines showed the numbers: 10:47 pm. your father's plane must already leave.

was it really that easy?

or was it just a fake happy end?

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the bieszczady was bcs my friend forced me to write that ahxusb so hi fellow polish hoes <333 at the end i want to thank everyone who supported this lil drabble series🩷 i skipped the whole talking stage cuz its written out of boredom and nothing serious but im still glad you decided to read it !! mwah mwah

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[plasmazkiss]

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ♫♬♪: ♬⋆.˚ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ♬⋆.˚

Feat. Present Mic (Hizashi Yamada)

Rating: Mature

CW: Masturbation, underwear used as gag, pure NSFW, GN reader (no genitalia mentioned), I gave him a hooked nose cuz y not, kinda long

You and Hizashi, better known as the Pro Hero Present Mic have been dating for around a year, so the two of you decided to move into a small, but live-able apartment.

Hizashi’s in your shared bedroom, well, at least that’s where you saw him before you left to do a few errands.

The familiar squelching sound and muffled heavy breathing rings throughout the quiet apartment, Hizashi’s in the laundry room, where he was doing laundry.

The laundry basket is tipped over, and Hizashi is leaned over the washing machine, pants down to his thighs. He has your underwear and T-shirts in both of his hands, sweating a bit.

He’s desperate. Really desperate. And he needs to relieve himself. Now.

He placed the hem of your underwear between his teeth, biting down a bit hard, then, he slowly wraps your shirt around his throbbing cock, whimpering at the fabric tickling his shaft.

Hizashi leans over even further against the washing machine, gripping the sides, his knuckles turning white. The shirt has a little wet spot on it, his pre-cum staining the fabric.

He slowly moves his fist, closing his eyes as he starts to move it faster. He can’t keep quiet, well, because of his quirk and all, but it’s worth a shot.

Hizashi squeezes his eyes shut, his mind wandering to the last time you both got it on.

You were hovering above his face, looking a little nervous as he softly smiles at you.

“Zashi… are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Don’t worry, love… you ain’t gonna hurt me, I’ll be fine! I want all of your weight on me.”

You sat on his face, his perfectly hooked nose rubbing against your sweet sex. His hands grip you thighs, holding you in place.

Your soft hands grip his long blonde hair, mouth open as your pretty moans flow through Hizashi’s ears like a perfect tune.

His left hand moves up and down your body, feeling up your perfect curves, every dip of your body making his cock harder with each touch. You gasp as Hizashi pulls you down, making sure his tongue and nose are grazing every sweet spot against your sex.

He returns back to his normal mindset, his hand practically fisting his cock, the heat in his belly getting bigger, ready to snap. His teeth bite even harder against the fabric in his mouth, breathing getting heavier, and hair sticking to his forehead.

His tip is practically flowing, staining your shirt with his fluid. He clenches his fist, softly slamming it into the washer, getting closer and closer to his release.

“Oh…f-fuck….[name], just like that…” He moans, muffled, hand moving faster and faster. Hizashi clenches his eyes shut, then, he finally cums.

The tip of his cock shoots out thick, sticky white liquid, staining the shirt. He moans loudly, but somehow, not overwhelmingly loud like he usually is.

He breaths heavy, his bun messy and not in its normal place. Hizashi takes your underwear out of his mouth, sweating as he sees the bite marks, and then glancing at your stained shirt, swallowing saliva nervously

He’s in a bit of trouble when you come home.

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⛧ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀꜱ ɴᴏᴛᴇ: WOOO LORD MY FIRST SMUT YAYAYA tysm for reading this was rlly fun to write even my brain worms r happy AND GIRL SORRY THIS IS SO LONG

Ty @princeasimdiya12 for requesting and SORRY IF THIS SUCKS </3 TY FOR READING kisses (Im rlly apologetic LMAO?)

Love, Plasma

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[kanonavi]

hello tumblr user kanonavi who is 1/3rd of the reason i started rereading tgcf. i have come to collect my personal apology for the emotional damages inflicted upon me for the past 5 days. and i have also come with THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS (mostly feelings)

- icb i put off this reread so long hualian are so romance. theyre jsut Romance......... absolutely floored by every throwaway bit of dialogue they had....... in shambles forever....,

- sqx arc was not as painful as the first few times i read it bc i now stand with my cancelled wife (he xuan) I STILL LOVE SQX AND THEY DESERVE EVERYTHING GOOD. BUT HX WAS REAL FOR ALL OF THAT. i love revenge

- i wanna know your thoughts on ling wen bc u mentioned having mixed feelings on her but i loved her so bad all the way to the end so im curious ljdkdjf

- i am not immune to backstory arc pt2. read it last last (?) night at like 3am and cried myself to sleep its just so gutting every timeeeeeee.... the hc plot that builds in that arc is ofc one of my favorites in the entire novel though :')

- the chapter w the cave of statues took me like 2+ hours to get through because i was feeling so insane abt it

i feel bad dropping this block of text in ur askbox sorry. will leave it there for now LOL

Omg hiiiii tumblr user stardust-make-a-wish welcome back from the yaoi cocaine pit :3 I know you're here to collect emotional damages, but I must make it known that I'm not even remotely sorry <3

Also you should feel bad for yourself instead of for me because I can only respond to huge blocks of text with even bigger blocks of text, so (TGCF Spoilers Ahead) and also I am so sorry lmaooooo

UGH you're so right that hualian is the most romance forever they are just so *clenches fists and sobs*....... They're always there for each other and they're so in love and they've been through so much and I just want them to be able to rest because it's what they deserve.

I will never once say that Hu Xuan wasn't justified in everything he did cuz like. Shi Wudu had it coming what a piece of shit. But at the same time Qingxuan is my wife and I will not tolerate my wife being harmed. So like revenge slay yes but also I am still cancelling He Xuan and spraying him with the water bottle (even though he is already very very damp).

Yesyesyes Ling Wen. So my thought about Ling Wen is that she kinda girlbossed a little too close to the sun, but at the same time you look at her circumstances both past and present and have to understand why she did all of that. It already would have been hard enough for her to gain any kind of recognition as a woman, much less in the Heavenly Court, so her ruthlessness is completely understandable. But at the same time, I don't really think the Brocade Immortal deserved what she did to him nor was taking Bai Wuxiang's side in the final conflict a real cool thing of her to do. I can't fully be a hater though because her own thoughts about everything are clearly so nuanced (See: The final convo she had with Xie Lian about the Brocade Immortal, which I am still thinking so incredibly hard about to this day).

I think that Ling Wen is interesting in the same way that I find other characters like Mu Qing, He Xuan, and Yin Yu interesting. It's in the sense that even if I don't really agree with all of the actions that they took, it's very easy to look at them and come to an understanding of why they did what they did. And I have varying degrees of like for all of the characters I just listed, but that doesn't change the fact that they're all Compelling. So it's almost like a begrudging respect that I feel for Ling Wen, if I were to boil it down into simple terms.

aaaaaaaaaa The Horrors(tm) :sob: Even though I could talk about Xie Lian's arc through that part of his backstory for a million years, you're so right that Hua Cheng's arc through it is also so interesting to watch. It really goes to prove that Hua Cheng is different from everyone else in Xie Lian's life up until this point, because yes there's the very obvious throughline of Hua Cheng wanting to protect Xie Lian (rather than expecting his protection), but even more importantly that feeling never changes even when Xie Lian has his mini corruption arc.

Like, Hua Cheng fell in love with the pure and virtuous Crown Prince of Xianle but not for that quality. Instead of being ashamed and looking at Xie Lian with scorn when he was like "What if I kill everyone actually" Hua Cheng is like "Then let me be your sword". There's the element of not wanting Xie Lian to dirty himself that Hua Cheng carries for the entire story but the point is in that he is not a voice who would tell Xie Lian to stop having those thoughts if it's truly what he wants (Unlike what his parents or Feng Xin and Mu Qing would probably say).

I'm going to write an essay about their character dynamic one day istg I am chewing through the drywall

The cave statues chapter......... *passes away*. Like on one hand that chapter is so funny because yes Hua Cheng is just an absolute certified freak (POV my roommate telling me earlier on in my reading that HC is a porn addict and me being like "pssht noooo" but then getting to this chapter several months later and being like "O h.") but on the other hand THE CONFESSION??????? Like. All I can do is gesture wildly at the storyboard animatic that someone made of that scene on YouTube while absolutely fucking sobbing. There is a reason why the cover of volume 6 felt somehow more intimate than the cover of volume 4 where they're literally making out.

Anyway I'm patting Hua Cheng on the head like It's okay buddy Xie Lian loves you because you're a certified freak, he's seen too much of this world to be weirded out even a little bit. Which is why those two are perfect for each other <3

I'm glad you had so much fun on your reread, have fun with the brainworms :3

[strayruway]

hi! first time really posting anything i made! this is gonna be entirely self indulgent angst cuz id not been feeling so great the past couple days when i initially started this like a year agoo.... might add to it and make a part 2/ actually complete it if anyone asks/ if motivation for this specific snippet pops up again, but either heres some angst✨

cw: mentions of sh, su!c!dal thoughts, angst with comfort!! gn!reader

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they found them.

kirishima has a guilty but deeply saddened and worried expression. bakugo cant even look at you hes so pissed, but the way he clenches his jaw and glares at the wall so intensely speaks volumes in his own way.

You were searching for your notebook, the one filled with loose-leaf thoughts and writings, most less pleasant than others. As you were about to give up searching your dorm, the door burst open and Kirishima was trying to hold a fuming Bakugo back, but to no avail. Bakugo stormed in anyway, holding your notebook. Your stomach dropped in time with the way he slammed the papers on your bed.

all you could do was watch as he glared at it with an expression youve never seen before. he stomped over to your desk, crossed his arms, and leaned back against it. kirishima was frantically trying to stop him, hushed, urgent whispers telling him to be nice, or how they should apologize, nervously glancing between you and bakugo as he pleaded and begged the blond to calm down. every time his eyes met yours, there was this look of desperation and sympathy. ‘my heart goes out to you. forgive us.’ the flickers of his red eyes meeting yours is only for a split second, guilt gnawing at him and eating him inside out to turn back to bakugo to try again with increasing urgency.

bakugoss eyes meet yours for a second. a fleeting moment of him searching your face, before turning to look back out the balcony window with a click of his tongue. and just like that, kirishima knows hes lost, which brings us to now.

there isnt a doubt in your mind they read your musings. each one worse and more concerning the last. theres a reason you didnt show them. you all have hero training. youre just being stupid and just need to get over yourself. you dont have time to feel sorry for yourself. so what, it bubbles over and stains your skin? so what your pages reek of ink and copper from bleeding your heart out on them? forget it. dont cause a scene. youre just being dramatic.

“the fuck is all that”, bakugo grunts softly. well, soft for his standards. its still rough and mean, but the bite his words usually carry is more of a nip. its not so much his voice, but rather the question itself that nearly makes you flinch. kirishima catches your reaction and tries to intervene.

“Kats-“ “shut the fuck up, shitty hair! Answer the damn question, mutt!”, Bakugo snarls, once at kirishima, swatting him away, and then at you, his rage finally surfacing.

‘helpless’ is the word that flashes in your head when you catch the look in his eyes. a blazing fury of fear. “what the hell do you take me for, hah?!”, he demands, voice threatening to crack, and fists trembling at his sides.

‘im supposed to be the one in charge and looking after you, or am i not your leader? if you have an issue, come to me. its my job to keep you safe. is it not my job? am i not enough? why didnt you reach out?’ is what that translates to. ‘i want to help.’

“the fuck is that shit talking about, huh?! ‘im not enough’? ‘useless’?? ‘worthless’?!”, he echoes your writings and you just wanna curl up and let the ground swallow you whole “no, you dont get to try and hide from me. i already read that shit and were fucking talking about it now”, he hisses, lip curled in a snarl when you try to shrink away, trying to hide how bad you wanna cry.

kirishima catches the way you bite your lip and eyes water, and he rushes to your side, pulling you into a tight hug “bakugo, be nice, dude. i mean it”, he says holding you close. with your head held to his chest, you can feel his heart pound, and how hes activated his quirk just enough to keep steady. the blond growls at him defiantly, but ultimately clicks his tongue and crosses his arms, leaning back against your desk, unable to look at you.

“he means well...”, kirishima tries to reassure you. the redhead holds you close, one arm around your shoulders, his other hand rubbing circles on your back. you can hear and feel him search for words to say, but what does one say to a person after having stumbled on a collection of suicide poem after suicide poem?

kirishimas heart clenches and he holds you tighter. “please know you’re not alone”, he murmurs into your hair after a moment. 

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[lovelykil]

hi!!! may i req a kyle fic w/ a shy!fem!blk!reader who's REALLY quiet and almost never speaks and kyle lowkey has a crush on her and one day they're paired up for a project and they're gonna meet up at his house kyle is super excited but y/n is SUPER nervous because she likes kyle too but while they're working on the project kyle mentions something y/n really likes (fav tv show, game, wtv u want!) and y/n gets SUPERRR happy and starts rambling about that thing and it makes kyle super confused cuz hes like "woah u never talk in class??" but he lowkey thinks its super cute + he asks her out on a date after they finish all their work and y/n says yes!

sorry if its too long this is like my 1st req ever😭

「 Zelda 」

kyle x blk! reader older ver.

cw; mm none

note; this is a reasonable looking request I love when people write it like that

oh god what am I doing here? Why would she pair me with him?

You thought, taking a quick glance over at the redhead. The boy moved his pencil across his sheet of paper effortlessly, the gears in his head were indeed moving with the way he wrote so fast.

His green eyes squinted then relaxed as he wrote, he sucked in his lip every once in a while as he did so.

Your eyes studied him in adornment, so infatuated with his natural beauty that your stomach began to churn and grow uncomfortable.

"mmh..-" You hummed in distress, rubbing your stomach.

The ginger looked your way from the sudden sound and stared at you in slight confusion.

"Anything wrong?" He asked.

anything wrong? Yes why are you so handsome??

Your eyes left him to look at your lifeless pencil, suddenly the object was very interesting.

You quietly shook your head as you were too nervous to even let out a peep at him. Kyle looked at you, studying your demeanor trying to figure you out.

You could feel his eyes glued onto you, with every given second he stared you grew nervous and flustered, messing with the pencil some more.

God if you could actually blush your face would be red as fuck, or just be able to see it.

"I.. uhm.. so paper? What.. what are we doing..?"

"Oh- !" Kyle snapped out of his trance and looked at his paper then pulled out his folder to grab the small story you guys were supposed to study and analyze.

You watched him put the stapled set of papers down between him and you then put his folder away. His little curls fell infront of his face as he was reaching into his bag, you felt your stomach weaken once more.

"I've read this story a billion times so if you want I can just do the work.. I'm kinda used to it anyway." He grabbed the story to himself, grabbing his pencil again. You sat in your seat a little dumbfounded.

I mean did you really come off as a push over to him? Oh god.

You wanted to say something, say you actually wanted to help.. you wanted to help him do the project with him, you REALLY wanted to do the project with..

okay maybe you just really wanted him.

but as normal your shyness got the best of you and couldn't get yourself to croak out a word. You clenched your hands into a fist in anger at this but suddenly an idea popped in your head.

You grabbed your blank paper, your pencil and began writing.

Just seconds later you ended your note with a kind smile, then slid it towards Kyle to read.

The teen stopped his work as soon as he saw the piece of paper find its way near him, he took the paper in surprise and curiosity.

"Really? You wanna help?" He looked to the side to ask you, his eyes bright and eager. You played with a strain of your curly hair as you looked at him and nodded your head with a small smile.

"Why wouldn't I?" You let out a slight chuckle, feeling your face warm up as he just continued to stare at you in awe.

"I- okay. Yeah.. okay uhh so.. the story.." He mumbled over his words, trying to grab a hold of the story, his thinking process was abruptly disturbed for some reason causing him to get nervous and stutter.

You didn't think much of it, shrugged it off and listened to what you two were supposed to be working on together, side by side at his desk.

. . .

"You know this girl in the story reminds me alot of Zelda." Kyle smiles as he laughs briefly writing down some words. Your head perks up almost like a dog when they hear the sound of their treat bag wrinkling in the hands of their owner.

You guys were probably almost done with the English project, exchanging some words but kept it to a minimum since you were overall to shy to make small talk with. I mean hell, being next to him so close right now was driving you insane.

Kyle was actually struggling inside as well, his cheeks always redden whenever your elbow touched his on accident when you wrote. But he actually enjoyed the silent moments with you, keeping it in mind that you were just too shy and nervous to talk to him so that's why he didn't say much.

"Zelda? Like.. as in the Legend of Zelda game series?" You blurted out, looking over at him. He slowly took his eyes off his paper to look at you.

"Yeah, you know that ga-"

"Oh my god yes, I love that game dude" you dropped your pencil, feeling a surge of adrenaline and excitement pump through your body. Kyle looked at you in surprise, his mouth agape in fascination. The boy set his tool down and faced you.

"You do? What's your favorite game??"

"It's hard but I'd say maybe Twilight Princess.. gosh Zelda looked so pretty in that game."

"Oh my god, that's also my favorite I mean besides Breath of the Wild-"

Your eyes sparkled as your hand covered your mouth in shock. "You ALSO like BOTW? The graphic in that game was insane, and don't even get me started on the scenery! It's all so beautiful, I took like a dozen pictures with the sheikah slate." You rambled, covering up your wide smile.

"I can't believe someone else loves that game, my friends say it's dumb but-"

"They just don't get it? Yeah that checks out. You know what they'll never understand how great and complex that game is, it's literally my favorite game since I was like 13." You put your hand down after one last laugh.

Kyle blinked, completely in surprise at your sudden mood switch. He never knew such a person as yourself would be into such a dorky and nerd game like that, not that it was bad.. far from that.

It made his crush on you grow more just by relating to one of his favorite interests. His heart raced as you went further on to express your love for the game with a little giddy smile and your small laughs to block out your nerves.

His face was a nice shade of pink, watching you in the moment with his cheek resting in the palm of his hand as he rested his elbow on the desk.

He would nod his head in agreement every once in a while but would just remain taking in your beauty, being memorized by the way you talked.

He wished he could stay and listen to you talk more but the day was ending and you had to be home at a certain time.

When you two got back to work after sharing a wonderful moment with each other, the silence was broken a little more.

"No yeah I hate the lynles too, they are ridiculously hard to beat."

"Riiighttt?? To be fair I haven't beaten one myself.. after completing the game like 4 times." You sulked in embarrassment. Kyle chuckled, putting his papers in his folder.

You smiled at his laugh, feeling your heart race. Though your smile faded when you reached to look at your phone to check the time.

"Oh crap I gotta go." You set your phone into your pocket, rushing to grab your stuff.

"Oh- you do? I mean oh yeah." Kyle watched as you hurried to put your stuff into your bag, his heart ached wanting you to stay some more.

But he knew he couldn't possibly ask you to stay the night, that would be weird.. But he knew something else that may just work..

As you lifted your bag to put on your shoulders Kyle rose up from his chair and rushed toward you. He put his hand on your shoulder to ask something. You looked at his hand on your shoulder then up at him, your eyes puzzled yet surprised.

He looked back at you and opened his mouth but to no avail, nothing came out and he just stared at you. Suddenly he turned into a hot mess beginning to sweat.

You could see a pearl of sweat drip down on the side of his face, you looked toward the ground quickly.

"Is... there something you wanna say Kyle?" You mumbled with a nervous grin you couldn't swat off. He quickly removed his hand away from your shoulder and rubbed the back of his neck, avoiding your gaze.

"I- uh.."

"Hmm?"

"oh god."

The boy cleared his throat after a moment of awkward silence, he composed himself and took a breath.

You began to twirl your hair again, getting shy from this awkward silence.

"I had fun also I think you're super cool! And uhm I was.. just wondering.. if you were maybe free Saturday?" He spat out. His eyes laid back on you, they were soft and sensitive with a little nervous smile plastered on his cute face.

"Are you asking me out?" You covered your mouth to hide the wide smile.

"I guess I am." He chuckled, setting his hand down.

You immediately bobbed your head up and down, putting your straps onto your shoulders.

"I would love to go out with you!"

[crimson-lair]

HEYY HELLO, I COME WITH FULL ON IDEAS (that are slightly for fluff and affection only.. but I'll try not to disappoint ! Long post ahead though.. I couldn't help but type out my ideas !)

I was thinking of maybe jealous bots of ptn women, how would they act if they see y/n or user be so close with other people? Here are my ideas:

Rahu - Need I say moreee? Rahu is maybe really stoic and the type to not get jealous quite easily, but I think she'd be the type to get jealous if someone starts to take her duties away from y/n, like, the person starts to somewhat be too close to the user to the point where Rahu can't even approach y/n or fulfill her duties to keep y/n protected.. since the person is replacing her and is creating a distance between her and y/n. Rahu might deal with this in a way where she'd start to act touchy whenever it's only her and y/n or she'd outright find ways to find excuses to get y/n away from that person! She finds it difficult to approach y/n about it since she's quite shy and she doesn't know how to talk about it..

Shalom - MMMMM, Shalom shalom shalom, y'all probably would know where this is going.. once the most calm and reserved type starts to get jealous that's a big uh oh! I think Shalom would be jealous because of how a person starts to display a sense of superiority or closeness over y/n, as in the person keeps on winning y/n over Shalom in certain things, like going to missions, instead of Shalom going with y/n, someone else slipped in, orrrr when a person starts to be so touchy to the point where Shalom can't even do any small amount of physical gestures to y/n. Shalom might deal with this in a rather straightforward way, since she's the type of woman to become blunt whenever necessary especially when it comes to y/n, but sometimes, Shalom can really be condescending especially when she becomes way too jealous, she might show the person just how y/n is really close with her, or the fact that the person would have no chance to get to y/n because of how competitive Shalom is (e.g. Shalom will compete with the person through missions, quality time with y/n, etc)

Zoya - Here's our favorite, going once, going twice, maybe more than twice.. no, 5 times, 5 bots of her 😭. A jealous Zoya, will be a much bigger uh oh than Shalom's. Zoya might get jealous if y/n's attention or interest keeps going to another person. Zoya might also get jealous if the person keeps impressing y/n to a point where y/n can't even pay attention to Zoya anymore. Zoya might deal with this directly and almost immediately after she notices things started to change. Zoya would outright intimidate the person, like "If you keep pulling this sh*t I'll show you real sh*t" or she might end up driving the person away with threats, as said before.

BUT ANYWAY THANKYOU FOR READING MY TED TALKK, THIS IS ALL I HAVE TO SAY.. I HOPE ITS NOT TOO MUCH!

my darling anon 😌 ARE YOU THAT PERSON WHO PREVIOUSLY GIVING IDEAS ABOUT RAHU? if yes, such a big brain anon i have (you must be secretly a writer). regardless, i love your bunch of ideas 🫶

rather than making bots (i don't know how to make these jealous bots 😭) I'll be writing small scenario based on this!

can only do Rahu tho cuz, well, easier to make it comedy

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Rahu paced silently through the corridors of the MBCC headquarters. Her normally stoic demeanor betrayed a flicker of agitation. She couldn't shake off the disquiet that settled within her whenever she witnessed that newcomer growing closer to you. The duties she held, the protective shield she formed around you, seemed to be slipping away, replaced by the unwelcome presence of another.

Every moment that newcomer spent in proximity to you felt like a dagger twisting in her chest.

One evening, as she stood vigilant by your side during a mission briefing, that person's laughter echoed in the background. Her silver eyes narrowed, and her fists clenched, but her external facade remained impassive.

Days passed, and she struggled to find a way to express her discomfort. Her stoicism, a shield against the world, became a barrier that even she couldn't dismantle. Instead, Rahu found herself acting out in small, subtle ways. She became touchier in moments when she was alone with you.

A soft hand on the shoulder, a protective stance when you walked together. Or during a team meeting, she'd strategically positioned herself behind your chair. With ninja-like finesse, she'd do a subtle shoulder massage, all while maintaining an innocent expression. Or even, when you engaged in conversation with that newcomer, she would swoop in, spin around, and deliver a high-five so intricate it left everyone bewildered. "Just checking in on Chief," she'd casually say before walking away.

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discovery of the day: im such a bad writer

[arillusionist]

last s&b ep part the second

this is the kanej scene bye i cant do this

the way she has to bite her lip to not talk

HE WAS LOOKING FOR HER PARENTS 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔

YOU CAN LITERALLY SEE THE BOOK LINE GOING ON the old answers came easily to mind money vengeance jordie's voice in my head silenced forever but a different reply roared to life inside him, loud, insistent, and unwelcome YOU, INEJ. YOU AHHHHH

STAY IN KETTERDAM STAY WITH ME

AND WHAT WOULD BE THE POINT

I WANT YOU TO I WANT I WANT YOU

THE WAY SHE CARRESES HIS HAND

AND HOW WILL YOU HAVE ME GLOVES ON FULLY CLOTHED YOUR HEAD TURNED SO OUR LIPS NEVER TOUCH

I WILL HAVE YOU WITHOUT YOUR ARMOR KAZ BREKKER OR I WILL NOT HAVE YOU AT ALL

im going crazy rn my fists are clenched so hard they hurt

he nodded. he fucking NODDED.

this is their last scene together. we never get to see anything past this because of fucking netflix I HATE THEM SO BAD

thats inej. oh.

wow okay im going to break something time to be mad at the writers

SHE DESERVES HER OWN SHIP. THE WHOLE POINT OF HER GOING OFF IS TO MAKE HER OWN LEGACY AND NOT BE EMPLOYED UNDER SOMEONE *AGAIN* THE FUCK.

AND SHE DESERVES TO BE HUNTING SLAVERS NOT DOING WHATEVER THE FUCK THEYRE DOING

bye i dont even know who im mad at atp

oh she is hunting slavers

IDGAF SHE STILL DESERVES TO BE CAPTAIN. OF HER OWN SHIP.

i know its stupid to be mad because they were probably thinking they would get to make the spinoff and give her her own ship at the end of the last season but i dont care. theres no spinoff.

he has to fight wolves thats . wow

nina being there too is so awful

the letter being fucking crushed too

atleast wesper is happy. haha :)

oh my god hes buying out the menagerie girl's indentures just like inej said at the start of season one...

i cant

ew its the apparat

hes so annoying. and ugly

oh damn is that merzost or what

srry yall i havent read kos yet

atleast alina looks pretty!! and happy. kinda

here they go with the book lines again

"i could fix him" BYEE but it makes me so sad to know thats the only onscreen zoyalai moment we'll ever get

omg zoya nina and alina are the trio ever 💪🏽💪🏽

THEYRE TALKING ABOUT THE ICE COURT JOB THE ONE WE'LL NEVER GET TO SEE

tf who is that bitch

is that blood?? coming out of their mouths??

alina has shadow powers???

oh she likes it...!! stop i needed to see the rest of her storyline so bad shes become one of my favorite characters im gnna cry 🙂

and thats it. not tagging this cuz its mainly just for me but im gonna go cry again over the fact that we'll never get closure to those million cliffhangers and also go sign the petition a million times ex oh ex oh

[sukirichi]

sweet lies [02]

His lies were way too sweet – and you were too addicted to make him stop.

cw. explicit smut, slight body worship, public sex, dirty talk, praising, toxic megumi, fwb dynamics, slight angst, body marking, sukuna bullying megumi, age gap, scratching, mentions of oral (m receiving) and mutual masturbation, the traditional unedited fic

note. choose your fighter, megumi or sukuna 😈 also UHM do you guys want me to make the ending angsty or fluffy? i wrote out two versions so LOL let me know what you think! we’ll get more of the megumi scenes on the next chapter though~

series masterlist | 01 | 02 | 03

Sukuna isn’t kidding when he said he’ll have you unable to walk by the end of this.

You’ve lost count of how many times you guys have fucked.

Once more in the stalls when you thought of repaying the favor by sucking him off, followed by him growing impatient and hauling you inside his car. Both of you were too tired to go for another round, but were still very much addicted for the other’s touch that mutual masturbation seems like the best option.

Thankfully, Sukuna’s cut his nails, so having three of his fingers buried knuckle deep in you feels like absolute heaven. He’s not complaining about your smooth hands wrapped around his shaft either, especially not when you’ve had enough practice with Megumi to know just how to make a guy lose his mind. By the time you’ve made it back home, Sukuna’s grown hard again, too impatient to make it to the bed before he just fucks you raw against the wall. You’re trembling at his hold, left with no choice but to trust his strength to drop you on his cock and bounce you to his pleasure.

It’s a miracle you’ve made it on the bed.

His digital clock reads a quarter at three in the morning, and for a moment, you worry about how tired you’ll be in class tomorrow when Sukuna’s large hands grips your thighs sharply.

“Goddamn,” he hisses through clenched teeth, chuckling at the irresistible sight of your breasts bouncing before him. Limbs tangled, minds controlled with the primal need to fuck, and moans shared with his deep grunts – you somehow end up on top of him, your thighs feeling like they’re on the verge of giving up as you continue to ride his thick length.

“You are so fucking sexy,” he slaps your ass and causes your hips to rut deeper, forcing that delicious curve of his cock to meld with your walls. You throw your head back, palms planted on his chest, focused only on that burning pleasure between your thighs. “I could fuck you all night long.”

Even though you truly have no wish to, you shake your head, fingers balling into a fist. “I have class tomorrow, need to wake up early,” you protest, the words falling into deaf ears as Sukuna thrusts up into you. He must’ve noticed how you’re growing tired and took matters into his own hands, feet grounded on the mattress to pound deliriously into you. You’re debating whether to be thankful or frustrated he still has so much energy even after hours of fucking, but it honestly doesn’t matter. You’re falling into his chest, arms slipping on your equally sweat-covered bodies. Right now, you just wanted to cum – once more, again, one last time! “Ah, Sukuna, t-too much!”

“Too much?” he laughs and tangles his hand to caress your scalp, the gesture too soothing that you almost forgot he’s fucking you into oblivion. “Want me to go slow?”

“No…”

“Thought so, sweetheart,” his grin is absolutely cocky as he bends his knees in a fold, pushing you until your back rests on his muscular thighs. Your mouth falls open at his hands wrapping around your threat, keeping you right there, hips flat and grinding on his cock. “Come on. Come for me,” Sukuna urges, tightening his hold around your neck a little harder.  

That’s all you need for your vision to blur and see stars, your body’s shaking uncontrollable. He’s thrusting with all his power and energy that it feels like you’re nothing but a hole on top of him, tongue falling open in a wanton manner as your drool trails down your chin.

You look filthy, you feel filthy, and yet, Sukuna sees it entirely different.

“So – fucking – gorgeous, fuck. I woulda fucked you sooner if I didn’t feel weird about it.”

“What?”

“Aw, come on, sweetheart,” he smirks at your half fucked out state. Sukuna rolls his hips in such a mind numbing manner that you end up staring at the ceiling, trying your hardest to decipher the colors of his room to get a grip of yourself. But he feels so hot, cock throbbing and pulsing inside you, your puffy lips encasing him with a translucent ring of cum and it feels so fucking good you don’t really understand what he’s saying anymore. “Did you really think I never saw you in my dreams?” he slaps your ass again, the reflexive response of tightening around him pulling a deep groan from the beautiful man beneath you. “I have such a sexy roommate, I couldn’t help it.”

“Then why didn’t you – ah, right there, shit – tell me?”

“Cuz,” he snickers and finally lets you breathe, your pupils blowing wide from the sudden flow of air. Sukuna kneads your breasts greedily, never stopping his mind-numbing rhythm of ramming deep into you. Your body burns, your thighs ache, your pussy feels sensitive but you can’t find the energy to stop him. Instead, you fall prey, failing in your mission to keep him wrapped around your fingers because now you’re wrapped around his cock, and you were quite fucking addicted to it. “You’re my friend’s student. Felt so fucking wrong.”

“What’s the difference now?”

“The difference is,” Sukuna’s face contorts into something of discomfort for a moment before he leans forward, his sturdy grip homing in on your hips again. You feel his searing breath on your ear, so parching it puts the warmth of your pussy to shame. “Having you like this has never felt so right, and I’ll keep fucking you if you let me.”

“I-I’d let you,” you concede absentmindedly and capture his lips for a sloppy kiss, tongues giving up on a battle of dominance. You’re always so clingy when you’re about to come, something Megumi never fails to chastise you for, and you fear Sukuna might push you away as you wrap an arm around him, nails painfully scratching down his back. Red marks leave a trail on its wake until his blood pierces through the sheets, the pain manifested through the increasing roughness of his pace. Now it’s your turn to whimper in his ear, pulling the man close and tugging harshly at the ends of his hair. Gosh, were you actually crying? “Sukuna, I’m close! Yes, yes, right there!”

Sukuna groans at the erotic sounds you reward him with. “Come for me, that’s right, ohhhh,” he stills inside you, his seed spilling deep inside you. You wince at the burst of warmth spreading all over your belly and Sukuna chuckles at your bulging belly. He presses down on it to coax his cum to trickle all over his cock, and he’s fucking filthy – you learn easily – to watch you make a mess on his cock with a childish smile on his face.

You push yourself off him and fall to his side, him following suit not long afterwards. The room feels completely stuffed from your intense fucking, the bruises on your body and scratches on his back a huge attestment to that.

Your legs remain wide open as you clench around nothing, his cum oozing out like a waterfall. Sukuna (that damned pervert) dips two fingers into your hole for one last moment just to drench his fingers in it, his eyes lit up in wonder while he lets it web around his fingers. You snicker at his actions and roll to his side, eyes fluttering close from the wave of exhaustion that comes into full force.

The lingerie set you intended to wear for Megumi was now ripped at the other side of the room, discarded, forgotten – merely evidence of a moment that had never been given to him.

Oddly enough, you don’t feel bad, not even when Sukuna faces you, his cheeks squished by his soft pillows. “I’m spent. I don’t think I’ve ever been this tired. My gym sessions can’t compare to this.”

“You go to the gym?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t born this gorgeous, you know. I had to work hard for this,” Sukuna gestures to his body. You can’t help but follow the gestures and admire the hard planes of his muscle ripped above one another, the smatter of dark hair leading down his hips adding to his already immense sexual charisma. It makes you want to jump on him all over again, and you have to bite your lip to resist that urge, rolling your eyes at him in favor of letting him know you could totally go for another round.

“Dork.”

“Got me laid though, was worth the effort,” he jokes, and you both laugh.

It’s actually…weird, to laugh so casually with someone like this. It might be normal for Sukuna in his past sexual endeavors, but it’s totally a different thing for you. You and Megumi had never even bothered with aftercare. As long as he’s satisfied himself, he’d clean himself off in the bathroom and wear his sweatpants, winking at you before he leaves you alone all over again. The memory – albeit not really a regrettable one – is still painful each time you’re reminded you’ll keep coming back to him.

But are things different now? Could you go back to Megumi? You only ever wanted to fuck Sukuna because you’re sad and horny, but it wouldn’t be fair to him, especially when your roommate has been nothing but nice to you. Besides, him being a little more decent doesn’t immediately equate he’s different than Megumi.

For all you know, you could just be another cheap fuck. Sukuna is older and sexier, after all, he’s clearly had a lot more experience than you do.

As if reading your mind, Sukuna rests his head on his palms, elbows flat on the bed as he turns to you. The expression on his face is unreadable, but there’s some sort of softness behind it – a softness you’re not really familiar with.

“Hey. I don’t exactly know what you’re going through, not everything, anyway, but whatever we have right now, I want you to know it’s not because I see just as a pretty pussy, okay?” he says with a straight face, but you really shouldn’t have gotten your hopes up because Sukuna smirks, mischievous eyes darting back and forth to your soaked pussy and bare breasts. “Although you do have a pretty pussy. Can I eat you out again?”

With that, you snatch the pillow underneath him and whack it straight at his face. Sukuna laughs at your protests, the sound growing louder and a lot more mocking the harder you hit him. “Gosh, Sukuna, shut up!”

You end up hitting him way too many times in the face that he can’t get his words through, and before you could react, Sukuna’s ripped the pillow away from you. He cages you in his arms and hovers over you once more, his boneless dick grazing the insides of your thigh. It’s not meant to be sexual, and nothing about his stance gives off anything that shows he wants to do it again, but you can’t help but feel aroused, shifting your legs up and down the bed as you squirm.

“Seriously though,” he repeats, “We can be casual, or this could be a one time thing. Card’s all yours to play. If you want to forget everything tomorrow, I’d gladly do it. Let’s just go back to the way we were-”

“Sukuna.”

“Yes?”

“Did you really think I was only using you to distract myself?”

Sukuna’s lips flatten into a line. “I’m not stupid,” he says somberly, “I could tell you were still thinking about him. Not that I mind, though, you can’t stop yourself from loving someone,” Faintly, you’re distracted by his thumbs rubbing at your pulse point. It’s so lulling you want to fall asleep, but Sukuna isn’t done talking. “My point is…you don’t have to worry about being weird with me. We could just be friends with benefits, if you want, and not the kind you have with your boy toy either. ”

His blatantly catches you off guard and your eyes widen before they narrow at him, trying your best to hide your embarrassment. If Megumi was painfully honest, Sukuna’s ridiculously blunt that his mere words make your heart do weird things you’d rather not feel.

Careful, you remind yourself, Megumi is the one you want. You have to keep reminding yourself that before your feelings get the best of you. It’s Megumi, it’s always been Megumi and it always will be Megumi. Sukuna is just your roommate who’s nice enough to take your mind off things. You only wish you weren’t lying too much in case he gets the wrong idea you’re leading him on, but then again, isn’t that what you’re doing?

Friends with benefits or not – you still have no plans on getting involved with this guy any longer.

It’s always Megumi. You just really needed a quick fuck, someone whose dick didn’t belong with the guy you’re so hung up on over. The change feels nice and you definitely feel a lot better than the last time you met Megumi, but this guilt…it tastes bitter on your tongue, too heavy to swallow and ignore. It’s always Megumi, you tell yourself again in an attempt to relieve your pain.

Though it doesn’t subside and you huff in exasperation, turning away from Sukuna. You can’t stand looking at him right now.

“I’m not,” you mumble weakly, but the tears – the guilt, the heartbreak of not being Megumi’s lover, the regret and the ironic need to be closer to Sukuna feels all so confusing – all threaten to burst through. You don’t want him to see you cry, that would be lame, so you scoot closer to him and kiss his shoulder as you shyly ask, “C-can we cuddle?”

“Of course,” he chuckles, pulling you closer, “You don’t have to sound too nervous to ask.”

“Sorry, it’s just-”

“He never does that?”

“…Yeah.”

“Well, I’m not him,” Sukuna answers confidently, surprising you when he grabs your ass to press you flush against him. You’re both sweaty and hot to the point it’s uncomfortable, but Sukuna smells so sweet with his lingering cologne that you can’t help yourself from planting your face in his neck, breathing in the little hums he makes. Sukuna kisses the crown of your head – which is a little too sweet than you’d like – while his other hand runs down your back in a slow, sensual manner. Hell, it feels close to body worshipping, and you hate that you silently want more of this. “I’d cuddle you every day if you asked me to.”

“You’re surprisingly sweet,” you voice with a smile. Sukuna’s chest rumbles from the low laughter, and like that, you cling to him like he’s the only sturdy pillar in your life. It’s pathetic, maybe even desperate, but if he doesn’t mind, then why should you?

However, the moment is quickly ruined when the bell rings. “Shit, I forgot he was coming over!”

Sukuna glares at the door and holds you tighter, almost possessively, and refuses to let you go even as you squirm under him. “At three in the morning?”

“Yes, but I don’t want to meet him right now,” you groan helplessly.

Sukuna shoots you a blank look after that, then shoots out of the bed in an instant. You watch as he quickly dresses up in a fresh pair of sweatpants, grabbing a random hoodie from the back of his chair, presumably to hide the scratch marks. You have to hide your smile behind your hand because he looks so drool-worthy with marks littered on his already marked skin, and the fact he lets you mark him is even hotter.

He pauses at the door for a moment, pointing a finger at where you peered up at him curiously. “Stay there. I’ll talk to him and say you went out or whatever. Just make sure to silence your phone in case he calls. Better yet, turn it off.”

Sukuna closes the door behind him, already on the way to the entrance just as you press your ears against the door to eavesdrop. There’s a slight shuffling before the door unlocks, then, “Why the fuck did you lock-” Megumi pauses in his words, and you can perfectly picture his infamous scowl painting his handsome features already. Gosh, you wish you could actually see it, but if Megumi catches you sleeping with someone else, he might totally lose interest in you. That’s not something you could afford to happen.

“Oh. You’re her roommate.” You snigger at his usual what the fuck tone – how Megumi of him.

“Hey, kid, it’s a little too late for a visit, don’t you think?” Sukuna taunts, and it takes everything in you to not burst through the door at that moment. You’re stuck between wanting to laugh and crying, mostly because you would love and hate for Megumi to get riled up. “Do your parents know you’re here? Kids shouldn’t be out this late.”

“I’m not a fucking kid, I’m in uni,” he defends, “Do you know where Y/N is? I need to talk to her.”

Deciding fuck it, you open the door by an inch, just enough to peek. As expected, Megumi is glaring behind Sukuna’s shoulders in search of you. Meanwhile, Sukuna’s completely calm, checking his nails boredly as if Megumi isn’t fuming in front of him. And boy, do you know how much Megumi hates being ignored. “Oh, I think she went out, I don’t know why though. House was empty when I got here.”

“She didn’t tell you where she was going?”

At Megumi’s imposing tone, Sukuna tilts his head to scrutinize Megumi. Now that you’re seeing them together, Sukuna’s twice the size of Megs, their height and shoulder width too different to start comparing. But knowing Megumi, he’s not going to back down from a tattooed guy twice his size, not even as he sarcastically remarks, “Ain’t you her friend? She should be telling you that kind of stuff.”

Truthfully, you expected he would put up more of a fight. The two of them share a heated staring competition before Megumi scoffs, the first one to look away. “Whatever,” he dismisses, “Tell her to pick her damn phone up. I’ve been calling for the past hour.”

“I think I should tell her to get better friends.”

“What was that?”

“I said get home safely,” Sukuna chirps. Even with his back turned to you, you could tell Sukuna’s just further pressing his buttons with a grin that’s not meant to be inviting at all. Just when you think it’s done, however, Sukuna finishes off with, “Kid.”

Megumi rages. His blue eyes flame into something feral, his fists balled at his sides. He’s always had a temper issue and you nearly reveal yourself to stop whatever fight is about to ensue, but Sukuna’s already closing the door, ridding any opportunity for the younger one to retaliate. At the sound of the door closing, Sukuna leans against the door, his smile still plastered on his face as if he knows you’re watching the whole time. He meets your eyes from the slight peep of his door, waving his hands sarcastically.

“Sukuna, you didn’t have to be so mean.”

“Sorry,” he isn’t apologetic at all. “Next time I’ll be nicer to your asshole crushes,” he adds with a slight roll of his eyes and you punch his chest playfully. You don’t stop him from grabbing your wrists to embrace you in a hug that doesn’t seem so platonic – but not so suggestive either. Sukuna rests his chin on top of your hand while he sways you both side to side, his voice muffled in your hair. “I understand why you’re attracted to him though. He’s really handsome.”

“Yeah, he is,” you agree sadly, thinking of how much it’s really all a waste Megumi has to be like that. “Just sucks his personality ruins everything.”

“A pretty face is always deceiving,” Sukuna suddenly pulls away and holds you an arm’s length away.  “Hey, want to have early breakfast?”

“I think that would be late dinner,” you frown at him.

“Whatever, food is food,” he responds rather excitedly, and you watch as Sukuna rummages through the fridge. Now that you think about it, having sex so much really took a toll on you, and your stomach grumbles loudly. Sukuna hides his chuckles through the fridge but you hear him anyway, shouting at him that you’re not hungry. “Wasn’t asking, sweetheart. Now go get cleaned and changed, I’ll make something for you.”

If anyone were to tell you that a good fucking is all that’s needed for you to immediately form a new kind of friendship with your roommate, you’d call them weird. Sukuna isn’t necessarily out of reach, you and him just simply didn’t cross paths.

But now, you’re dressed comfortably in his boxers and the oversized shirt you stole from him, eating the slightly burn cheese sandwich he’s made, sharing conversation and laughing with him like you’ve been doing it for such a long time. Your sandwich is actually half forgotten on the plate as you whack your palms on the counter, “That’s how you and Prof Gojo met? I never would’ve expected you guys fought over a girl!”

“He was fucking annoying in high school,” Sukuna grumbles over an angry bite, “He was getting all the girls that when someone confessed to me, the hottest chick, no less, he straight up punched me in the face,” you laugh as you imagine the memory of a younger, already rebellious looking Sukuna getting smacked by the even more intolerable Gojo Satoru. Sukuna is lost in his own memories as well, shaking his head from around the last bites of his bread. It’s clear he hates the burnt crust judging from the way he turns a little green, but he’s bragged about his cooking skills so proudly that he has to save face in front of you. “Ah, such good times,” he muses before wincing at his own words, dropping his bread in disgust. “Damn, I sound old, don’t I?”

“You’re only like, five years older than me, it’s fine,” you giggle, “I like the maturity that comes with older people. You’re a lot easier to be with than guys my age.”

“Please,” Sukuna smirks, “Just say you like fucking older men. I won’t judge.”

If anyone were to tell you that you would be jumping over the counter to strangle your roommate who’s now running like hell, your laughter bursting through the once silent apartment, you would call them a liar. But now, you and Sukuna are panting on the floor, too tired from sprinting all around before calling it quits. Maybe it’s a lie – maybe this connection will never really be that much of a big deal – but as long as this lie and play pretend of friendship lasts, you’ll just enjoy every sweet moment of it.

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[littlemissnoname13]

Fortunate Misfortune (D.M x Reader)| Chapter 1: First Day

Summary: Its his last year at Hogwarts and former Hogwarts bully, Draco Malfoy just wants to clean up his act and get through the year. Maybe even apply for a potions fellowship and date Astoria Greengrass. His plan seems perfect on paper except for a minor hiccup in the form of a feisty Hufflepuff girl...

A/n: This multi-chapter has been in my Drafts since before I started posting on here and I’ve used so many scenes from it and turned them into one shots in the past. The series is almost completed and ill just be dumping it on my blog over the next few days cuz I don’t know what to do with it. Please do not feel pressured to read it. 😅🥲.

Reblogs and Feedbacks are always welcomed. :)

Warnings: none except coarse language, mentions of food and one mention of wine. (No voldy AU)

Words: 1813

Masterlist | Chapter 2

Mondays were the absolute worst for two reasons. 

For one, they were not Friday. 

And second, Mondays meant he’d have to get through another tedious week of useless classes. What was he supposed to do with the knowledge he’d acquired about hinkypunks anyway? 

What was even worse was that he was starting his final year that particular Monday and he was running late because he’d overslept. 

With his shirt half buttoned, tie untied and robe draped messily on his shoulders, Draco Malfoy rushed to Snape’s classroom. 

If it were up to him, he would have stayed in his room or gone up to the astronomy tower. But he needed the grades for the plans he had.

He really did. 

Just when he thought things couldn’t get any worse, something or rather someone collided with him causing a rather huge commotion In the otherwise empty hallway. 

“Watch where you’re going Hufflepuff.” He seethed at the sight of the yellow accent on your robe. 

“It’s not my fault you are as blind as a bat.” You retorted angrily as you began collecting stray parchment and books from the ground. “How are you even a seeker?” 

He clenched his jaw when he heard this jab thrown his way and paused for an infinitesimal second to get a better look at you. 

Loosely hung tie, shirt buttoned all wrong and dark circles under your eyes and a scowl on your face. 

It looked like your morning was equally as bad as his. 

On any other day, he would have spat back more insults your way but that morning, he desperately needed to be in class. 

After quickly dusting his robes, he quickly headed to class, with you running next to him. 

Upon entering, it came to his attention that only one table with two chairs remained empty.  

I hate this. I hate it here. 

After a moment of hesitation, Draco reluctantly sat next to the hufflepuff girl he’d bumped into and curled his fingers into a fist when he noticed the entire class had let out shocked gasps and whispers. 

“Malfoy is in class for once..it’s going to rain today.” A Slytherin girl he barely ever talked to whispered to her friend.

“He’s sitting next to…her…I mean, isn’t he terrified?” He friend whispered back and Draco took deep calming breaths to keep his cool.

“I don’t think he cares...”

For a second, he wondered what the big whoop was about and then he remembered the rumors.

Around his second year, a rather bizarre rumor was going around school.

It was said that anyone who sat next to you in class would have to go through a series of misfortunes for the rest of the year.

That is why you were rudely nicknamed “the harbinger of misfortune” and that is why you sat alone for most of your classes. 

He didn’t know how or where the rumors had originated but they didn’t seem to bother him. 

Rumours were appropriately called rumours for a reason. 

While Snape continued teaching, Draco took a second to watch you from his peripheral vision. 

It was easy to tell that you were not paying any attention to whatever Snape was droning on about. 

In fact; it was very obvious that something or rather someone else had occupied your mind. 

Someone by the Name of Blaise Zabini. 

~~

Luckily for Draco, he hadn’t faced any misfortunes after spend Potions class next to you.

He didn’t share any other class with you for the day and the professors had somehow decided to not pile them up with homework on the first day. 

If anything, Lady Luck was shining down on him because Astoria Greengrass stopped him in the hallway to ask him how his summer break went. 

Finally at the slytherin common room at the end of the day, Draco reached into his bag to pull out his copy of a Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. 

He needed to brush up on his potions skills if he wanted that fellowship by graduation. That was the only way he could be far away from the Malfoy name and the pressure that came along with bearing it.

As he turned the pages, he noticed scribbles of strange, loopy and swirly handwriting on the margins.

This wasn’t his book.

He looked into his book bag and his face went paper white. 

The letter he’d written to Astoria over the Holidays that he’d never sent was inside his copy of the book.

He wasn't ready to tell her how he felt yet, and his feelings were at the risk of being exposed by who ever had his book 

Panic stricken, Draco flipped the pages of the book on his hand even further and then he saw it. 

A sketch of Zabini, tucked in between the pages. 

This wasn’t his book. This was your book and he needed his book back before you saw the letter. 

~~~

Draco quickly changed out of his school uniform and ran towards the hufflepuff common room. 

All he had to do was sneak in, grab his book and sneak out. 

He threatened some third years into letting him into the cozy common room, filled with students from all different years. 

He then found his way towards the girls dormitory and located your room after only one attempt. 

All it took after that was a quick unlocking charm and he was in. 

The first thing he noticed when he discreetly entered the door was you. Eyes shut, mouth slightly parted and face flat against the pillow with your hair pooling in all different directions. 

Your books laid open on the floor, one on top of another. Crumpled up parchment, used paint brushes and tubes of acrylic paint covered the rug and he couldn't tell if the stain on said rug was from wine or crimson paint. 

Clothes of all different sorts were piled up together forming a mini mountain on an armchair and he wondered how you’d managed to keep the mountain steady. 

Your room was more chaotic than the room of requirement. 

Sighing to himself, he navigated through the minefield of books and paint and clothes to look for his copy of a thousand magical herbs and fungi. 

His plan was relatively simple. 

He knew that you lived all alone in that room of yours. So all he had to do was sneak in when you were away and swap his books with yours. 

However, this so-called simple plan seemed a bit more complex than he’d originally anticipated. 

For one, you were not away. And secondly, to his frustration, you’d somehow for some bizarre reason stashed his book underneath the huge mountain of clothes. 

“I hate my life. I hate it here.” he muttered under his breath like a mantra and tried to gently yank his book out. However, the slight moment caused the huge mountain of clothes to rumble and tumble. 

Before he knew it, he was buried in a pile of clothes and you were wide awake. 

“Who’s there?” You called out in a sleepy voice. 

Draco held his breath and deluded himself into thinking that you’d never find him under the pile of clothes if he stayed still for a minute or two. 

Oh, how wrong he was. 

He barely managed to sit still and even if he did, you’d already used your wand to shoot a hex his way, narrowly missing his face. 

“Ow. What the fuck… it’s me.. y/l/n… it’s Draco.” He groaned, emerging from the sea of tops and skirts and scarves with his book in his hand. 

“You are trespassing.. Malfo—Draco!” You exclaimed. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in?—I have so many questions.”

“I came to get my book.” He admitted. There was no point cooking up lies. It had been a long day and he was already burnt out. “I think we ended up exchanging our books in a hurry. I don’t know, I just want mine back.”

While he was saying that, he watched your face turn pale with every word and felt his own grin form. The information your book contained was top grade blackmail material that he was going to enjoy using for the rest of the year. 

“I fucking hate it here.” You mumbled to yourself as you stood up and hyperventilated. “Don’t tell me you went through my book.”

“I sure did. I didn’t take you for an artist.”

He decided to get comfortable in the pile of clothes while continuing to watch you pace back and forth. The way you were reacting made him forget why he’d risked coming into your room in the first place. He’d forgotten all about the letter he’d written because your annoyed face was giving him a little too much satisfaction. 

“So you know…” You finally said. 

“I sure do.” He said smugly, expecting you to have a crying fit. Instead, you slowly turned to look at him with a maniacal looking smile. 

“Hmmm..Then I guess I’ll have to make sure you never leave this room and see the light of day.” You said as you reached under your pillow.  “Or, I'll just have to call my owl and make sure a certain Greengrass sister sees this.”

“You wouldn't dare.” He hissed, getting back on his feet and walking towards you. 

“Oh I would, Malfoy.” You threatened, taking a step towards him. 

He’d seen you mad at him before, but he’d never seen you this determined to perish his entire existence from the universe.

Flames in your eyes, fury in your voice and a vermillion flush on your cheeks to match. You looked no less than an angry Hungarian Horntail. 

He opened his mouth to respond, but the growling sound of your stomach beat him to it. 

The sound of your empty stomach broke the tension and Just like that, you no longer resembled a furious Hungarian Horntail. 

To him, you now resembled a hungry hungry badger and he had to bite his tongue to hold back a laughter. 

“Skipped dinner, I see.” He mocked, taking a step back. “Did I mention that we had chocolate pudding for dessert today?”

“Fuck you.” You spat, looking visibly annoyed and ravenous at the sound of dessert. 

“I mean, if you have to.” He shrugged and plopped himself on your bed. He then proceeded to fluff the pillows to get more comfortable while he continued to mock you. “I’d tell you to take your clothes off but, looks like you are already halfway there.”

Draco sniggered as he pulled your plum coloured bra from underneath one of your pillows. 

Once again, he expected you to burst into a crying fit for something, but instead, you marched right towards him and gripped him by his shirt—your mere proximity intriguing and terrifying him in the process. 

“Impatient now are we—ow—Y/L/N—what in Merlin’s nam—”

“Shut up Malfoy.” You muttered, dragging him out the door with you. “You’ve done enough.”

“Wait…Where are we going?”

“We are going into the kitchens to steal some pudding.” You replied, while continuing to drag him down a flight of stairs. “Then we discuss this present situation further.” 

“Why?” 

“Because you know my secret and I don’t want to avada your arse.”

“Let the series of misfortunes begin.” Draco muttered to himself.

“Excuse me?”

“Nothing Lady Catastrophe. Carry on then.”

[elysianslove]

Okay what about part 2 for the recent poly ask asdskskdjdj where yuuji is ramming into reader and they be overstimming megumi? N they all be good cuz we all know yuujis the best at after care 👌

oh shit yes <333 had to think up something a little more creative and so,,, this is extremely filthy. read at your own risk lmfao. you don’t have to read part 1, but i linked it anyways!! 

uhhhhhhhhh let me know if you would like more!! 

warnings; sex with no proper prep ig? don’t do this irl you’ll probably get hurt. like badly. 

yuuji hates foreplay. he’s not a tease, and he’s as impatient as it gets. he’s aware that he’s — big. at least, that’s what you keep whining about every time he fucks you. it’s cute, though, yuuji will admit. the way you flail around and tremble when he first sinks into you having barely stretched you with his fingers. it’s not that he doesn’t absolutely adore having you fall apart on his fingers or his tongue. of course he does. who wouldn’t when your cunt’s as sweet as it is? but those are main events of their own. 

right now, yuuji just wants to fuck you. 

you’re on his lap, leaning back on his thighs with one hand, while the other is buried between your legs. you’re fingering yourself, trying to stretch yourself open as much as you can for the cock you’re about to take. yuuji’s is more thick than anything, it has so much girth and it’s so wide and fat that every time he fucks you it’s a struggle taking him. 

the said boy is sat up, barely, leaning on one elbow as he watches you finger yourself, your small fingers disappearing in your wet cunt with every push and drag of your fingers. megumi is behind him, his entire body trembling, curling in on itself as he shivers. he’s sat on his knees, legs curved inwards, hands resting before his knees as he breathes in deeply, and exhales shakily. 

“babeee,” yuuji whines, hand reaching out for you. it settles on your thigh, squeezing thoughtfully. your breath staggers and you let out a shuddering gasp, pulling out your two fingers and adding a third. the fact that it makes you wince forces an eerie chill up your spine. 

“hah— yuuji, please be— ugh— patience, baby,” you pant, pushing your hand up off his thigh from behind you and leaning forward. instead, the same hand finds its way to yuuji’s chest as you settle on all fours, continuing to fuck yourself. 

yuuji huffs, falling back onto the bed, head tilting back as he glances at megumi. he grins, a little too mischievously for megumi’s liking. “come here, pretty boy,” yuuji urges, and megumi groans, facing him on with a deadpan stare. 

“i just came three times, yu,” he notes, a full body chill overtaking him. 

yuuji only giggles, hands outstretching above him to grab his thighs, quickly pulling megumi closer till he’s seated right by him. megumi’s half hard cock rests on his thigh, and yuuji cheekily leans up, rubbing his face against it. although megumi himself groans in annoyance and tries to pull away, his cock twitches at the contact, as if it hadn’t just been stimulated for over an hour. 

“let’s make it four.”

instead of any warning whatsoever, yuuji grabs your waist, forcing you to fall properly on top of him, trapping you in his embrace. it’s alarming, but also weirdly arousing, how he manages to keep you completely still and unmoving, frozen above him, with only one arm. he’s so strong it’s dizzying. 

his other hand reaches beneath him, grabs at his leaking, hard cock and brings it to your entrance. at this, your eyes widen, and your fingers fall from your cunt to try and grab at his cock, at his wrist, to slow him down with a, “no, yu, m’not ready—” you’re quickly silenced by the push of the fat head at your hole, stretching you even wider as he tries to stuff his cock inside of you. your body tenses, thighs trembling and entire body spasming as you clench your fists, eyes shutting tightly as he pushes more and more into you. “ugh, fuck, so big,” you cry, the stretch a burn, but fuck, of course it’s good. so good. 

yuuji’s hand leaves his dick, allowing you to take the rest of his cock at your own pace, before both hands reach for megumi again. instead of teasingly caressing at his thigh or stroking at his dick, he grabs the back of his thighs, and lifts him up. 

you watch, entranced, cockwarming half of yuuji’s cock as he lifts megumi up, effortlessly, and sits him down on his face, the dark haired boy’s legs on either side of yuuji’s head, facing you. 

“yuuji, what the fuck—“

megumi’s forced to swallow his words when yuuji grabs at his thighs and ass, kneading roughly, pushing him closer, lowering and urging megumi to sit properly on his face. 

“oh my god,” you hiccup, pushing yourself more along yuuji’s body till his cock’s fully inside of you, your eyes rolling back and back slightly arching, your mouth hanging open. “oh my god, oh my god, oh—“

megumi’s been given front row seats to the whole thing, watching with wide eyes as roll and grind your hips with yuuji’s cock nestled deep inside of your tight cunt. he knows— god he knows how tight you can be, and he knows how big yuuji is. he can’t imagine—

his eyes flutter close just as he first feels yuuji’s tongue flatten against him. how hadn’t he realized that yuuji’s been spreading him open? he’s sitting on yuuji’s face. yuuji’s eating him out. yuuji’s eating him out and you’re sitting on yuuji’s dick and— holy shit, your mouth is on his cock. 

the whine he lets out is embarrassingly loud (fuck he sounds like a girl), but he can’t bring himself to care. he’s past the point of caring. he has to be. he’s sitting on yuuji’s face and you’re sucking him off as you ride yuuji. it can’t get more embarrassing than this. he whines again, instinctively rocking his hips and pushing his ass harsher against yuuji’s face, unintentionally and consequently fucking into your mouth. 

you pull off of him for a second, grinning up at him through hazy eyes. he can’t really tell if it’s because of the situation you and yuuji have him in, or because of the feel of yuuji’s cock inside of you. either way, you look so fucking pretty. eyes glistening, you say, “you moan like a whore, ‘gumi,” and he keens.

yuuji’s hands keep him open as he sucks and licks at his hole, while you rock your body back and forth, fucking yourself on both yuuji’s cock and megumi’s. megumi’s hands are everywhere: in your hair, cupping your jaw, digging into your shoulders, scratching at yuuji’s chest and collarbones, gripping at yuuji’s forearms. it’s so beautiful how he seems so responsive despite the fact that he’d just cum three times. 

does he even have any more to give? 

let’s make it four, yuuji had said. you hear him loud and clear, and leaning forward, you swallow around megumi’s cock. the wail that follows is music to your ears. 

for a moment, you wonder how long he’ll last this time. 

[jordanstrophe]

heyaaa...im gonna call myself dot...i call myself dot sometimes...in real life...cuz it sounds better than [[[i]]]... or [[[my]]]...

anyway...could i have some content of...a whumpee getting humiliated in...some way??? hope i don’t ask too much...but your work is really nice...and fun to read... :DDD

Aww, I love the name Dot! I've never wrote humiliation before... so I hope this is was good enough!  (oops, it turned into a full story) 

Masterlist 

CW: Medieval whump, public whipping, slavery, adopted by royalty,(caretaker) manhandling, noncon stripping (mild, nonsexual), bound

The thick coarse rope had long rubbed Whumpee's wrists raw, forcing them on their knees hooked to a pole in the middle of the town for all to witness. Whumpee choked back a sob when the last strike met their back. 

There... 20 lashes. The punishment their master had given them for accidently dumping a bucket of water. The last time it was for breaking their cane...

... And 'accidentally' setting fire to master's apron.

They felt the ropes cut away as they collapsed to their chest.  "Get up." Master spat, kicking their ribs. Whumpee scrambled to their feet, letting master grab their arm as they drug them home with their head down in shame.

When a slave messed up, the owner was liable. If a slave had obvious signs of punishment, it was a sign of disobedience. Whumpee was always covered in whip marks and burns, hearing people comment on what a handful they must be, and what a shame their master couldn't teach them any better.

They were thrown in the corner with coal dusting the floor. Master returned to work in the forge as if nothing had happened, grumbling about the burn holes still in their apron.

"The king is returning home today, and this is how you're going to look!? It's embarrassing." They spat. "Forgive me... Master." Whumpee whispered, collapsing their head in the corner from exhaustion, biting their lip to hold in a whimper in pain. 

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The entire town gathered in the roads, making a perfect split down the middle in anticipation of their king's return. Whumpee wore a baggy tan shirt hiding their punishment as they skittishly stood by their master, who stood tall and proud.

"There he is! Our majesty has returned! Hail to the king!''

"Hail to the king!" The crowd chanted in unison. The carriage was lined in elegant golden detail, covered in purple material drawn by two strong horses. Whumpee’s eyes lit up in fascination, hoping for once in their life they could get just a glance at his majesty. 

Just when the carriage was about to pass, two hands slammed against Whumpee’s back, they gasped from the pressure on their wounds as they fell forwards, slamming into the mud right in front of the carriage. 

“Woah!” Someone yelled, halting the horse's foot stomps just inches from Whumpee’s cowering form. The crowd gasped as all eyes stared at them. Whumpee struggled to pull themselves from the mud onto their knees with a daze. 

“WHO DARES DEFY THE KING?!” A soldier barked, approaching Whumpee with a hand on their sword. “I-! I am so sorry! I- I d-don’t know what happened, please! It was an accident!” Whumpee pleaded, their arms already defensively shielding their face. 

“What is this? Some ruse to delay his royal majesty? Perhaps a distraction for an ambush!” The guard accused, their eyes instantly widened when Whumpee’s sleeve fell off their shoulder, reviling the whip marks on their back. Whumpee yelped when their shirt was torn right off their back, they caught the shredded material that fell, holding it against their chest. 

“I knew it! A slave...” They hissed, unsheathing their sword as Whumpee whimpered. “Please wait! There’s been a mistake! I mean no harm-”

“HALT!” A voice boomed, the guard froze, the entire crowd went silent at the order. The carriage opened as a man dressed in purple robes, a golden crown on his head with a jeweled staff in hand exited. 

“My king! Please, you must remain in the carriage! It isn’t safe!”

“Silence, soldier! I will be the judge here.” The king spoke, their gaze trailing down to Whumpee’s petrified gaze. “Who owns this slave!?” The king called throughout the crowd. Only silence answered. 

Master clenched their fists, the color long had drained from their face. Clearly someone was trying to get them into hot water through the means of their slave... The price to pay for having a rival blacksmith moving in nearby... 

As handy as their slave was, it was better the slave's head than their own. 

The king sighed at the silence, turning their eyes back down to Whumpee. “Tell me, child, what happened here?” He asked. Whumpee was at a loss for words, lowering their eyes to the king's heel, seeing they had gotten muddy from the road. 

“I-... I fell... Please fo-forgive me, your m-majesty, I mean no trouble.” Whumpee pressed their forehead into the ground, not caring for the mud now coding their face. The king's brow raised as they studied the lashes. “What did you do to earn yourself those marks?”

Whumpee gulped, pulling their ripped shirt tighter against their chest. “I sp-spilled a bucket of water, your majesty.” They rasped. 

Then they heard a chuckle. A chuckle that came from the king himself as their blood ran cold. “Soldier, get this slave into my carriage. I want them.”

“What?” The guard gasped.

“What!?” Whumpee gasped. 

“WHAT!?” Their master gasped, instantly slapping a hand over their lips. 

“And make haste! Tell the servants in the castle to run a bath immediately when we return. Then fetch the best apothecaries within the kingdom to patch them up.” The king waved, climbing back into the carriage. 

Whumpee gasped when they were yanked to their feet by their arm. The door swung open as they were picked up and set onto the cushion seats. They were as soft as silk against their trembling legs, Whumpee didn’t dare lean back to spare getting mud and filth all over it. When they glanced up, they found they were sitting just inches across from the king, who silently watching them with a smile. 

“Ready to go home, dear?” He asked, pulling a handkerchief folded in their robes and dabbed the the mud from Whumpee's cheek

Whumpee respectful kept their eyes low, their hands shaking folded in their lap. The king's touch was gentle and soft, the most delicate they had ever been touched.  

“Yes... My lord.” 

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[juniemunie]

This is from the concept of @the-halfling-prince where the Hiccups are ghosts following Hiccup the Third around his adventures

@yv-sketches​ adding u here cuz maybe u might like this

adding on to my previous art, what if the Hiccup ghosts lowkey had amnesia too and slowly regained vital memories as the stories go on?

blood tw,

-...-...-...-

"Because that's what they call the runts in the Hooligan Tribe," said the Witch impatiently. "Hiccup means accident you see. Well, of course the moment the Naming Dame called him a runt, everybody knew he had to be gotten rid of. For if a runt survives till adulthood in the Hooligan Tribe, he brings with them an unlucky fate, the fate of changing the course of history."

"Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the First had caused his father to lose his entire kingdom in the rich farmlands of the east, so that the Hooligan Tribe had to settle in the barren island wastes of the Archipelago."

"This boy would have to be named Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Second, and there was a good chance that he would bring the same bad luck on his family as the first Hiccup."

Hiccup's heart beat fast in the darkness. Thoughts were going through his head a mile a minute, unaware that for once, his spectral companions have gone silent.

-...-...-...-

"...Beside himself with anger that his son had betrayed him, Grimbeard the Ghastly took out his sword, the Stormblade... and ran Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Second through on the spot."

"NO!" Hiccup Horrendous Haddock the Third gasped and put his hands over his ears.

A soft light emanated from the cold dark space, and he finds that he is not the only one who is just as upset.

As the Witch continues her story, Hiccup sees one of the ghosts at the corner of his eye.

Hiccup sees, just barely from the soft glow and the blur of his own tears, a glowing transparent boy hunched over himself.

He recognized him quickly as one of the loudest of the two, but this time he wasn't hissing, yelling, or chattering away in near incomprehensible Dragonese. In fact, he hadn't heard a peep from him at all during the entire time the Witch began her story.

The light was not enough to illuminate the space at all, and he doubts the Witch could see it, but when Hiccup squints, he notices the hints of growing color on the boy.

Hiccup only had to take one good look at the specter that had been with him through all these years to finally realize who he was.

The bright blonde hair... the shaky and wild bright blue eyes... and the blood dripping down the boy's chest no matter how hard he clenched his fist over it... Hiccup knew who he was, all right.

-...-...-...-

Bonus, Excellinor POV:

its quite long so i decided to add a keep reading on this one

She knew something was different about this boy the second he tumbled into her cell. She originally thought there was more than one that had entered, but she didn't hear anyone else other than the boy. Which was strange, as her senses had only gotten more sharp as the years has gone by.

If he was exactly who he said he was, Excellinor needed to get rid of this boy quickly. It didn't matter that the boy got the answer right, she was going to kill him anyway.

Twenty years of being stuck in a tree trunk cell makes you well acquainted to every nook and cranny of the space, allowing her to move silently around the boy, taunting him for good measure, making sure he lost his composure.

She raises her sword over where she knew the boy was standing, grinning as she thanks destiny for giving her the chance to fix this error.

But she did not account for the small dragon in the boys arms to wake.

The dragon's eyelids snapped open, and the frail light of his eyebeams shone out, directly into her eyes.

And just for a moment, through the dragon's light, she sees not just the boy and his dragon, but them. The two unaccounted people her senses had recognized earlier.

She recognized who those two specters were all right, further confirming who this boy was.

However the light of the dragon was just as poisonous as well as enlightening. Her recent discovery quickly forgotten as the pain comes flooding right after.

And just like that, her sword- her chance, slipped right through her fingertips.

[missgeniality]

A Work Of Art (m)

“In our life there is a single color, as on an artist’s palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.” - Marc Chagall

➺ Banner: The lovely @dee-ehn 💕

➺ Pairing: Jimin x Female Reader

➺ Genre: PWP, Smut, Slightest Angst

➺ Rating: 18+

➺ Word Count: 7.3k

➺ Summary: You surprise Jimin with his Filter outfit; and then some.

➺ Warnings: tongues get tired in this fic, dom!jimin, we talk about spit, some biting, jimin loves praise, lingerie n stuff, nipple play, oral sex (m&f receiving), we talk more about spit, some bondage is involved, degrading names, blindfolds, spanking (maybe too much, don’t look @ me), light choking, light face-fucking, cum eating, we talk even more about spit, hickeys galore, some edging?, unprotected sex (don’t do it kids, not even for Jimin)

➺ Author’s Note: (repost bc tags, you know how it is) huge s/o to @ilikemesometaetaes for making time to beta read this monstrosity 💜 thank youuuu! Also thanks to @honeiibeehobi, @kithtaehyung for helping me with the many many details & @ppersonna​for hyping up this idea or else it would have never seen the light of day ;_; lol i will come back to edit this cuz this didnt let me focus on my paper due tonight so if you see a spelling mistake or tense error umm no you didnt 👀

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This is the first part of my Dress Down series, find more at it’s masterlist!

Y/N: soooooo, I did a thing. JM: is the dishwasher flooding our kitchen again? Y/N: -_- i’ll give you two more guesses. JM: oh no. you picked up a dog from the street again.  Y/N: come onn!! JM: y/n, last time you picked one up, HE HAD AN OWNER Y/N: you’re down to your last try, or else i’m taking this off. JM: … JM: so its something you have on? 😏 Y/N: pic_210124.jpg JM: holy shit JM: wait wait fuck JM: keep the door unlocked.

“You like?”

The bob in his Adam’s apple wordlessly conveys the answer you’re looking for.

A crisp, white, button down shirt, tucked into black trousers, topped off with a panama hat that matches your top half is the view Jimin comes home to. Your dress pays homage to Jimin’s Filter outfit - actually, the exact one - the one that showcased his immaculate dance moves, the one that exposes his delicious collarbones, the one that brings the irresistible urge to bite your way up his neck - the one he eventually rids. 

If you had to pick a color, he is a flustered orange, bright and blushing, turned on by the indecent implication of your very decent outfit.

You’re on the counter, one leg crossed over the other, accentuating the swell of your ass. Landing on the pads of your feet, you take a few steps towards the man with the unhinged jaw.

“Babe.” a mellow croak - Jimin can’t get a whole sentence out without saliva pooling and obstructing his speech. “You, in my clothes… fuck.” 

Chuckling at his very obvious loss of words, you give him a twirl, allowing him to fully soak in your outfit.

“Was waiting for you.”

Three long strides and you were in his arms, a pair of lips desperate to invade your space and claim you. An Angel on your shoulder tells you to give in; after all, this is the end result - what you both want. 

However, the Devil on the other side, no no no. It wants you to make him suffer. To get revenge for all the times you were taken control of. It remembers all the days he turned you on with shoot photographs and all the nights he brought you to the brink only to stop you from tipping over with a cocky smirk and a cheeky wink. 

The Devil was created from the moments when you thought you would actually erupt, begging for release, only to be shoved aside with a single growl of ‘don’t you fucking dare.’ 

Your desire to please him effectively silenced the Devil and kept it at bay. But no more. All those times built up and gave your Devil the power to force its way against your will to restrain it, causing it to rise to the surface.

You will have the upper hand. 

So you push him away, keeping him at an arm’s length for your safety to have him on his toes. Forlorn eyes meet your steely ones, and you physically stop yourself from giving in to his puppy gaze - those eyes can turn icy and sultry when nailing you into the bed like his rent depended on it. 

“Sit there. I have a-” You turn to switch on some music, “-small present for you.”

“If the small present isn’t me folding you in half and fucking you till sunrise,” He sits with visible reluctance, irises slowly transforming into magma orbs, “I don’t want it.”

“Well, we’ll see… Depends on how you behave.”

On a normal day, this comment would have lit your ass on fire, pronto.

Today isn’t a normal day at all. 

You stride on, every noiseless step you take leaving a wreckage of nerves behind, ignoring the smoldering gaze he has locked on you- you are unsure whether he is deciding your punishment or simply admiring how his clothes fit on your body.

You stand on the side, drinking him in. 

From your viewpoint, this is ridiculous. Those cursed jeans, vacuumed onto his thighs, ensure your eyes don’t miss a single ridge. His legs are spread out, beckoning you to have a seat, and the Angel once again begs for some reprieve. He knows what he’s doing; knows you inside and out- knows you couldn’t miss a chance to ride him like this. The wicked smirk flashing back at you is confirmation. 

But you stymy that thought at its root. Walking behind, you wrap your arms around him to faintly buss his cheek. 

“Sooo I was watching Filter…” 

Jimin hums against your feeble touch. He wants more. The soft wind of your breath routing through his jeweled ear sends a wave of goosebumps down his spine. From behind, you run your hands over his sinewy biceps, taut in restraint - holding themselves back against the suffering you are putting him through. 

“You do know how fucking hot you looked, right?” You playfully let your tongue toy with the hanging ornament, the briefest of flicks causing Jimin’s shoulders to push back, trying to connect with your bosom.

With a crooked finger under his jaw, you bring him to meet your eyes- eyes that are adorned with layered shadows of deep maroons, a variety of colors blending into your skin tone, eyelashes piqued up and ready to reach the clouds.

“So pretty…” He whispers out as you place your hat on its rightful throne - Jimin’s head.

A lone digit traces the lines of art you etched for him, appreciating every single stroke you put in to make a memorable time. Warm merigold rays bloom in your chest in response to his gaze, with him looking at you like you invented the sky. Pupils are dilated, and the only reason you can see each other is because of the practically nonexistent distance between you.

His eyes pick up on your tapering resolve to keep him in line. A light quiver of need passing your lips as you hopelessly vie for dominance is what most likely gives you away. 

Grabbing you by the neck, he pulls you into a deep kiss, plunging his tongue into you with reckless abandon like he was a nomad all this while and your mouth has finally claimed him home. Your neck strains at the awkward angle and surely even his is hurting, but the pressure of his hand is unrelenting.

His tongue searches and searches, desperately looking for a part in you he has not yet explored. You’d think the years of togetherness would have diminished this fiery attraction but no, he comes onto you like he has a mission to prove - to validate his love for you, to plead you to be his. You would happily accept this shower of affection, returning it with due interest.

With great difficulty you part, a string of spit still connecting your lips because he has not let you move far enough. “Uh-uh. Be good.” You pout a little, breaking character.

“You’re here. In my clothes. A walking dream. How the fuck am I to be good?” He pulls you back in to continue what you cut short but you break the line of spit and his intention with a hand wedged between your faces. 

“I asked you a question, Mister.” Back on your cocky nature, you graze your lips against oh-so-lightly, barely giving him anything to feel, but the tingling on his skin shows he can feel it all.

The adoration moves into a competition, “You tell me, sweetness - how did I look?”

It’s always the praise. He loves it when you struggle to tell him his dick was crafted by the heavens when you’re choking on it, but he still makes you do it. You stutter and stumble your words when his lips smack against your cunt, devouvering and digging for the treasure of your cum, but he forces you to tell him. When you sit on his dick, your brain has no sense of diction or direction, only chasing the high at his mercy, but he makes you scream it out loud, letting everyone beyond the pearly gates know, between moans and wails, that only he can break you down this way. 

“This shirt, sweetie.” Your nose trails the path between his collar and the ends of his hair, basking in the sweet vanilla scent, “You’re all covered. Why, pray tell,” You dig your teeth into the point where his shoulder meets his neck, “does this sole patch of skin turn me on so bad?”

He sucks in an inhale through his clenched teeth, his stunning visage devoid of any virtue. His head is thrown back, hat toppling over in the movement and giving you a larger canvas to mark, an opportunity you happily grasp. The mellifluous tones he is producing is recorded in your mind for lonelier nights to come. 

“And the red suit? Fuck, your corseted waist?” At the corner of your eye you see his fingers clenching into a fist, your lush voice making it harder and harder for him to breathe. 

You slowly stride forward, painfully slow, letting him notice every single muscle of your body curving to his unspoken command, undoing one button at a time until your torso is revealed- and shows the true purpose of your scarlet eye makeup. 

A deep burgundy camisole, ribbed at the waist to accentuate the way your hips flow has Jimin salivating to no end. The strappy number, with carmine ribbons flowing into your yet to be removed bottom half- a deed Jimin intends on rectifying very, very soon- calls to him sinfully. The lingerie twists and ties in incomprehensible ways, but the amount of cleavage it gives you is ungodly. 

If they weren’t already, Jimin’s eyes are now wide open.

Time comes to a standstill as he checks out your whole figure, taking in every embroidered pattern on the lingerie and every embellishment on your breasts. Before, you were already a five-star meal, but now? An emperor’s feast. 

The little flower right on top of your nipple has Jimin’s attention. His thumb comes up to trace the bedecked rose, following the stitched line of stem that takes him to the peak, then drawing over petal by petal. Each time he reaches close to your hardened nub, he abstains from crossing over it, making your nipple hardens imperceptibly under the presentiment of any relief and the disappointment when nothing arrives. His other hand, sitting on your waist, coaxes you to straddle him while he plays gardner on your bust.

“Jimin…” Your nipple, finally finding solace under his thumb, is not faring too well under the attention. Your plan of teasing him is slipping through your fingers like sand.

“Tell me baby, what do you want?” His finger is now tracing the seams of your lingerie cups, admiring the way they frame your ample bosom. Things are progressing too slow for your liking, and you come clean with your ignoble intentions. 

“Please, I just want to suck you off.”

A wad of spit lands directly into your cleavage, followed by two thick fingers penetrating the lubed entrance. 

“Nope.” His fingers continue to shallowly fuck your cleavage. Neither of you are being touched in the erogenous zone, but why does it feel so good? Your valley is inundated with his dribble, coating your ensemble and shifting shades to a deep cerise. Every pump of his nimble fingers between your breasts is like a promise of what your pussy is going to go through. Will he fuck you hard and fast with your voice echoing across the room, making every neighbor privy of your sexual escapedes? Will he be slow and gentle, penetrate you with utmost care, soft gasps and whines only sounded to the two of you? You can never guess.

In the aphrodisiac moment, you forgot that you were supposed to take charge. 

“Please, please, please! I did so much,” You take the guilt route. If Jimin was anything, he was a just and fair man. “Can’t I get that much?”

Jimin’s gaze has not left your wet cleavage. A flit of his eye makes contact with yours and goes back to the fucking - that is enough language for you to understand his needs. You bend low, and spit out a fat glob onto your chest to add to the mess he has already made. The groan that leaves him is ungodly, and he licks the spit you unloaded onto yourself, spreading it all over your expensive wear. He slurps like you released sweetened water to a parched traveller, your bosom holding all the sweetness to itself.

Gathering your thoughts is more difficult than you could ever imagine. The cloth over your nipples is completely soaked, bitten into and sticking to your skin thanks to the vacuum Jimin pulled on them. Your back has had a workout, every vertebrae bent to its maximum possibility. Chiropractors are so last year, you just have your boyfriend ravish your breasts.

“Once I’m done, you can do whatever you want.”

All of your five brain cells had to be put in action to form that sentence. The moment the words left your lips, the pressure your breasts were on had been released, but you could still feel lips against you, stretching into a snarky smirk.

“Whatever?” His grip on your waist tightens, seating you more firmly onto his taut thighs. 

Whatever. That stupidly amazing word. 

“Saying ‘whatever’ always lands you in trouble. Have you forgotten?” His damp lips are tracing your collarbones, nibbles whenever he felt appropriate. How does he expect you to form a damned sentence like this, the Devil on your shoulder indignantly asks. The Angel on the other has gone back in time to fetch memories filed under the term ‘whatever’, strictly saved for your quality alone-time. 

The first time you told him to do ‘whatever he wants’ was fairly early into your relationship. Sex was as vanilla as the ice cream tastebud-less people liked, and none of you ever pushed it too far. A happy, drunken night with a loose-lipped confession from him. 

“God, the things I want to do to you…” he had muffled into your hair, maybe not even intended for your ears to pick up. 

A cheeky giggle had bubbled out of your tipsy self. “Like what, tie me up?”

If Jimin then were a color, he was a pantone pink. Blushed cheeks from the alcohol and the realization that you had caught him, airbrushed with a depth you weren’t able to put in place that early in the relationship. Wide-eyed horror was shown in its place, possibly exaggerated to add to the denial he had landed himself in. 

“No no, of course, I don’t mean it like that, what ar-”

“Why not?”

The animal that awoke after confirming with you fifteen times was a force to be reckoned with. Your bra had turned into rope, wrists bound behind as he roughly squished your helpless cheeks. 

“You will tell me when to stop, right?” His tongue peeked lightly, brushing your top lip, taking the perspiration away.

“Uhmf-yufh!” 

“God, you’re gonna regret this baby.” 

But it was exactly the opposite. You got the railing of a lifetime, heard the filthiest words that could leave the lips of such a courteous man - a side you had not expected at all. You couldn’t possibly recollect every single move he made, but what you can recollect with excruciating detail is every feeling you felt that night. It was filled with lust, with revelations of the new ways your body could bend, a night of puppetry where Jimin played you like the master your body craved. The following day was Jimin taking care of you, big puppy eyes wondering whether he took it too far. In his daze of letting go of control, he couldn’t take in your lidded stare, heaving with satisfaction - so you made sure he could witness them when he took you the next time that morning.

The other time the wretched word was mentioned was during an argument. You’re not jealous of Jimin on stage - it’s his career and you were one of the girls offering one of their kidneys to be able to catch a glimpse of him. 

But your workspace? That’s where you draw the line. 

She was a random worker. Some third-floor low-lying soul. You were eighth-floor premium material (the floors didn’t decide shit, but no one can tell you what skyscraper semantics you can craft in your brain). A lifeless party that even Jimin’s colorful locks couldn’t color up. 

This random worker was very enamored by Jimin (as she should, the man is a whole nine-course meal). Supportive fans are not what get you jealous either. 

But the limit is when placed her scrawny fingers on Jimin’s hand, drawing the glass in his grip to her lips and took a sip from it. If her lashes were fanned they could blow a man away (which is probably more than what her puny mouth could possibly do). The fume exiting your ears could have been in bright red for all you care, because every office member had been rightfully annoyed. 

The whole car ride back was filled with your drunken blabbers about the different ways you could skin her. The actual victim beside you was not making a nearly big enough deal out of it, intending to let you get rid of your temper.

“She fucking knew!” Your normally clean disposition had taken its leave after the fuming temper took real estate in your brain, and you aimlessly threw your heel at some corner of the house - hungover self shall have to deal with this angry mess you’ve made. Wait, you’re an angry mess too.. “The gall she had, I should jus-”

You march towards the door, in hopes of what, you don’t know. But if you didn’t take action you’ll probably explode. Any action, just anything. You never find out though, because a strong arm slithered around your waist and halted your expedition. 

“Calm down, feisty. Where are you going now?” His soothing voice, punctuated with a mocking chuckle almost quelled the fire in you. Almost. 

But you’re not done being an idiot. 

“To go find her for you. You’d fuck the living daylights out of her, right?”

The loudest silence you have ever encountered. Jimin’s grip on your waist tightened to the point where it could have hurt. Like he was trying to push every iota of that thought out of your body. From behind, you can hear a deep breath dragging, and somewhere in your irate head you knew you had struck a nerve, a bad one. Jimin is forced to expel any anger bubbling in him, trying to use reason with an unreasonable recipient. 

“Princess, you don’t actually think I’d do that right?”

“I don’t know!” Your misplaced anger had reached the rooftops. Jimin had done nothing wrong here except try to calm an increasingly livid girlfriend. “Maybe you’d love that. Her itty-bitty waist, that whore’s outfit she had on. You call me a whore right? Maybe she’s more worthy of you!” 

“Y/N.”

The timbre of his voice had completely changed. The breathy, airy aura had completely departed from your name he had just called. The lack of nicknames raised some hair at the nape of your neck, but you’re a stubborn one. 

“Ugh, I don’t care.”

You tried to walk back to your room, head still reeling in a palace of inferno, burning everything that dares to intrude your path - but somehow, you had been pushed to a wall, and the eyes of the man you loved had turned feral. 

If Jimin was a color, he was green - igniting with fury, anger repressed in dark shadows that never made the light of the day until pushed - but you pushed all right. And now released from its shackles, it has surrounded you and slammed you against the wall - and you have nowhere to go. 

“You’re my whore. Is that a complaint from my stupid, stupid whore?”

The only joint you’re free to move is your neck, and your gratuitous self decided to rebel with whatever degree of freedom you have. Turning your face away to not meet his seething eyes, you continue your rebel-without-a-cause tantrum.

“Whatever.” you carped out.

Again, with that stupid word, you had signed your fate for the night. 

Usually, you can express your feelings. Be it pain or pleasure (sometimes the two packed in one), you could wail it out to the heavens and respite would follow. 

Usually, you can see the torments laid out on you. Jimin’s lithe body performing every obscene spell he invoked is a treat for your eyes. He treats your body like an artisan, using any medium to paint his art on you.

But that day, you were stripped of them both, and made to realize what a privilege they were.

Mouth stuffed with your bunched up panties, eyes blinded by his tie of the evening, you could only rely on the sensors on your skin to somehow predict what was going to be done to you. And you failed. Every single time. Every thwack fell on a new area. Every teasing touch tickled you at a new place. Nothing could begin to prepare you for his next move and you couldn’t keep up with his tameless pace.

He made you beg through the makeshift gag, beg to let you come, then beg to stop coming, beg for every orifice of yours to be filled by his seed and then beg to get cleaned by him. With the first rays of morning sunlight, language was an illusion, time was an out-of-reach concept, and all you knew was the worshipping of last night.

Whatever is a word. Whatever is mean. Whatever is filthy. Whatever is nailing you into the bed and rendering you immobile for the entire day. Whatever may just be a word to anyone, but to you it is what has you losing sense of reality, giving in to a phantasm of your wildest dreams. 

A wet tap on your cheek brings you back from you imagining the past - the fingers that were fucking your cleavage are squishing your cheeks, bringing your attention back from all your dirty memories to the present - to create another memory to add to your folder. 

If Jimin is a color, he is the darkest of all blacks. This is where everything pious comes to meet its sordid end. His sultry gaze is reading your eyes, searching for where you got lost, which shared memories of passed time made you melt into the puddle that you are right now. 

“I said, don’t you remember? ‘Whatever’?”

Let’s see. You don’t have work tomorrow. You don’t have any commitments. You don’t have to meet anyone. 

So there is no reason for you to be able to move. 

“Hmmmmn, I don’t seem to recall - you could remind me.”

Dark, dark chuckles from such a cherubic face. You flounder off his lap to shuck your (his) pants away, revealing the matching maroon garter belt set. The whole outfit is an ode to Jimin’s mid performance transformation, the one that made many people’s hearts skip a quick beat. His slim, cinched waist, the flared pants flowing down his frame were one for the books, and you’d like to think your rendition has its place too. 

Giving him a quick spin, you attempt to get down to business - but Jimin pulls you back on his lap. Without the pants, you can feel it - his hard, thick cock straining against the tough jean fabric and still making its presence known. 

“Tell me more, baby. What did you like?”

The man was a sucker for your praise. 

You were a sucker for the whole man. 

But the sucking will probably have to wait. 

“I loved your expressions. You’re so sexy on stage, fuck. Going around and giving bedroom eyes to the world.” 

His hand gripping you ass gives it a quick pinch, but voice just let out a lazy hum to get you to continue.

“The choreography,”, your whisper is strained, “you dance like you fuck baby. So sensual, so sexy.”

You lick a stripe up his neck, from his artistic collarbones to the back of his ear, the sensitive spot that makes him hiss is arousal. You stay there, wanting to whisper the next few lines. The world didn’t need to know your thirst for this. 

“You know my favorite part?” 

“Oh, tell me.” His voice is hitting lower and lower in pitch, much like it’s hitting you lower and lower in your body. 

You place the hand framing his face on his neck - the same one you want to cover in blooms of purple and red, lightly squeezing, letting him preen under the pressure. The tightness has Jimin’s head falling back on the headrest, and you can feel his pulse hastening to accommodate for the lacking oxygen in his stream. 

Letting go of his throat, and pleased to see the lightest indentation on his beautiful pale skin, you snake your hands downward. 

“Na, na, na,” Inching slowly towards your end goal, you whisper the tune into his ear, “na na na, na, na na”, covering every part with an indulgent languish, “pick your filter”.

Your hand finally reaches its destination - you grab his bulge and squeeze the hardness, making Jimin buck his hips against your palm. 

“Namaneul damabwa.”

It’s a low whisper from his lips, but even in the gravelly sound you can hear how melodious he is, how the song rolls off of his tongue and was made for his vocal color. The whisper is laced with lust, with want, with desire, all the feelings you portrayed for him in his performance.

That, and in life in general. 

You shuffle and sit to the side, simultaneously unbuttoning his jeans to get him some relief for the ache he had going on. Finally, you acquiesce and free his dick from its cages.

Every time you see him is a wonder to you. Hard, ridged, the right amount of veins to stimulate the walls of your cunt. Head leaking from the eons of teasing you’ve been doing, right from the text you sent to seconds ago. You bend down to clean him up, tasting the saltiness of his seed that has coated the head. Jimin’s lips are facing the brunt of your deeds - his teeth have found near permanent residence in its plushness, digging deep to keep from moaning too early, from giving you the pleasure. He is going to make you work. 

Well, you must get to work. 

Slowly, slowly, you dip your head in further, sucking lightly with each move, tongue tracing every vein on his dick. As you move your head back up, Jimin’s hand pushes into your back, making it arch further, and then you go down on his dick. His finger lightly follows the curve of your back, from your upper back all the way to the band of your lace panties. 

Hooking a finger underneath the lace fabric of your panty that had disappeared in between your mounds of flesh, he pulls at it - hard.  Your throat revolts against the intrusion as you gag, and the fabric presses into your clit. The concentrated abrasion turns into pleasure - he uses it to arch your back further, and bring your ass closer so that he can-

Smack! 

The spank sends you forward and you choke on his dick further, throat giving in to his hardness. 

“So good for me baby. Look at that ass.” He grabs one cheek, bubbled with the way your panties are now, squeezing and testing the firmness of your glutes. 

Your plans of torturing him are shot; the Devil on your shoulder is strangely mute. Awakening the brat, you slip a hand under and toy with his balls, pulling back to provide your throat some recess. Your saliva mixed with his precum is an gushing mess, glistening on his balls and now coating your palms as you play with light squeezes - the existing stiffness caused by your teasing arousal mixed with your playful fingers make Jimin buck into your mouth, releasing a delicious groan in the process.

A second spank is a warning, either you increase your pace or reap some serious consequences. You consider the consequences; they are very compelling. You could end with delicious marks of ownership from this delicious man. But he deserves the best suck of his life, and you’re going to do just that.

Hollowing your mouth, you go further down, till his head is poking an uninvaded point in your throat, and Jimin lets out a surprising note. A groan, no, a roar, but a tinge of whine mixed in it, like the pleasure is too much for him. 

You continue to swallow around, hand pumping the length you couldn’t take in, interlarded with swipes on his tight balls, leaving Jimin to be a heaving mess. Your ass is not faring better, bearing the brunt of his replies. You’re positive his fingerprints are imprinted on your asscheek, and one sit on his phone can unlock it. The line of your panties is drenched with your sopping wetness and lodged between the lips. 

“God, I’m so close baby, just a little more.” 

You would fervently nod in acceptance to whatever demand he places; in this position, he could ask you for the world and you would have it at his disposal. But what stops you are his ringed fingers lodged in your hair, pushing you in further, determined to spill deep in your throat, to the point where you don’t even have to swallow to get everything down. 

“Fuck, such a good girl for me.” Jimin appraises how deep he is going, how your throat is accommodating him and quivering around his length. Bunching your hair up into a makeshift ponytail, he stops them from obstructing his vision - the view of you struggling to take him in, toiling to keep the need to breathe at bay while you tend to his needs, worshipping his dick like its the last meal you’ll ever get - your desperate adulation takes him over the brink.

Jimin erupts into your mouth; an ungodly amount at that. It is the hardest he’s come in a while, and given your lifestyle, that’s saying something. Even a cum-hungry whore like you can’t possibly swallow that much in one go, and you are forced to let the globs dribble down his now-softening member. The two of you are heaving, catching a breath - completely different circumstances but the same result. 

The way you’re looking at him right now; his dick is already twitching to go for a second lap. Dilated pupils staring back, like you were at the receiving end of the orgasm - you are staring at him like he hung every star in the sky. Strings of cum are leaking out of the corners of your lips, ones he really wants to lap up with his tongue. Instead, you daintily dab it away - as innocent as pecking stray drops of ice cream off your mouth. 

You look at him with teasing eyes. “Want a taste baby?”

Running your tongue along the mess you (or he) made, you gather the remnant cum that didn’t go into you, and instead flooded his groin. Straddling back onto his lap, you go in for a kiss but stop halfway.

Jimin is looking, waiting with lust hungry eyes. Slightly pained by the pause, he whines. 

“What?”

“Open your mouth.”

From a height, you let his cum and your spit drop into his mouth, a groan of satisfaction emanating as Jimin’s tongue accepts it with great delight. He tastes his juices, they somehow feel sweeter coming from your mouth. He pushes the glob you dropped on his tongue against the roof of his mouth, letting every taste bud bathe in relish. When he’s sucked all flavor out of the globule he swallows it. On opening his eyes and landing back from heaven to earth, he sees you admiring his adam’s apple, the way it bobbed when he swallowed your offering. 

Jimin’s eyes trace your current state; you look beautiful. The strappy red lingerie wet from Jimin’s treatment perfectly showcases your peaked nipples, ready for another round of torture. His shirt, through all this has managed to stay hanging on your shoulders. The curves of your sinful waist accentuated by the ribbons of the wear, like roads down a windy path, every ribbon vanishing into their destination, between your curvaceous thighs. 

Slipping his fingers under the band, he decides he has not played with the lingerie enough, tugging it up once again - a sharp inhale and you’re moving along with it, upward to balance between the point of pain and pleasure. Jimin makes sure you don’t tip in favor of one. Grabbing you by the neck, Jimin harshly pulls you down into a deep kiss.

He’s done waiting, done watching you take the reins. His tongue tells you that you now can only react to his doings. Deepening the kiss, you let your mind walk places. Back to his performance, his stage presence, the aura he exudes when he is in his element. His sinful body melding to the flow of the beat, like the music was made to his movement - his piercing gaze that could leave an insentient camera with blushed cheeks - but a sharp bite pulls you right back to the present to remind you that this is also Jimin in his complete element. Pillowy lips, incandescent with every brush, sucked and nipped with fervor. But it still didn’t satisfy. It wasn’t nearly enough. Starved, you wanted to scream at every imperceptible air pocket between the two of you - as if you knew in your soul they were guilty of keeping you away. 

Jimin pulls away, and his words shut you down before the whine leaves you. 

“About that ‘whatever’…” his sinister eyes are a window to his brain churning something unimaginable to close the night - sinister in uppercase. Make it bold. Underline that shit. That’s him. 

In the bat of an eye, you are face down on the sofa - Jimin’s rock hard thighs are straddling you, making sure you can handle his weight. In all the coarseness, he takes care of the smallest of things. An untimely smile creeps up on your face at the thought, the tender show of affection amidst the rough push and pull affecting your immersion, but you can’t say you don’t like it.

Feeling a rough jerk on your shoulder, you try to look back, just in time to receive Jimin’s ravenous gaze; he looks at you like he will eat you alive, and by the end of the night you plan on having just that. Pulling back your now-unbuttoned shirt and bunching its ends, he anchors you to the position of his choice by tying your hands behind.

Smelling a line up your neck all the way up to your hair, he briefly pauses to ask “Okay?”

Your tiny nod is enough for Jimin to carry on with whatever godless plan he has chalked out for you. 

“I hope you had your fun. Because I’m not going easy on you.”

Light banter could cause no trouble. Atleast, not more than you already have. “When have you ever?”

Flashbacks of the blossoming days of your relationship flicker in Jimin’s mind, their fugacious presence a telling sign of how long it has been. Looking downward, he can only thank his alcohol-induced blabbering of that night as that is the reason he can enjoy the view he has right now. 

“Maybe I should take it easy?” His tongue flits across your neck, too soft for your liking, torturous like his liking.

His fingers are playing with the straps and your now exposed upper back. It’s always been a favorite place of his. The whole expanse looks resplendent when he is done tasting you. Maroon and purple florets on your beautiful, glowing skin. And then you purposely wear dresses to show it all off, to show who your heart belongs to. He loves that about you. 

You gyrate lightly, snapping him out of his daze, begging him to take you hard and fast. “Jimin, please.” a low drawl leaves you as you try to not slobber all over the cushion. 

Jimin shifts lower to straddle your thighs. Snaking his hand between your legs, he finds your clit and plays with it, every press releasing a different sound from different depths of your throat. A particularly low grunt appears when he slips two fingers into your channel with smooth ease, and pushes you up from the inside. 

“Ass up for me.”

His fingers stay lodged inside as you raise your hips to obey him, pulling you up further and further till he is satisfied with your position. God, your pussy looks wrecked. With every pump of his fingers you gush our more liquid, and Jimin gathers the escaping drops on this tongue. 

“So perfect for me, this hole.” You can feel the cold metal of his rings drawing circles inside you as he prepares you to take his cock. His tongue, drawing completely different characters is too slow for your liking - he seems to be more satisfied in drinking your cum dripping from his fingers instead of paying attention to your throbbing clit. Seconds go by, several hinting moans of dissatisfaction go by, but the Devil on your shoulder seems to have returned and is asking for more. A hip raise, that’s all. His tongue will be right where you want. 

What you got instead was a sharp bite on your already battered ass - Devil, hey, where did you go? “Behave.” He grunts against your pussy, and a fresh wave of arousal escapes you with a third finger making its way in. “Don’t like it? Too,” Smack! “Fucking.” Smack! “Bad.”

The last spank hit you hard, leaving your cunt soaked to the core. He is trying to get a rise out of you, and you are falling for it. Your smarting skin is at its breaking point, but let’s not pretend like you don’t want this either. 

“Baby please, I’m so close.” You’re close to tears with how long you’ve been this turned on. Maybe Jimin will have a change of heart seeing you like this.

“Don’t.”

Well maybe not.

He’s using your hole like playdough - for his fancy, with no end goal in sight. He doesn’t seem to want you to come anytime soon and it is bothering you to no end. The tightening coil in your belly is almost painful at this point - but he doesn’t seem to want to let up anytime soon. 

“You taste so sweet baby, almost don’t want to let you come, so you keep dripping like this.” 

His fingers curl into you to hit that spot, and God, you’re seeing stars right now. Curling up your fists into a ball and trying to keep the threatening tsunami at bay, you jerk into his mouth and continue to sway to the tune his fingers play inside you. If desperation had a poster girl, they could take your photo right now.

“If you let me come I -ohhh- I will- I will give you more.” Your words are broken, every push into your cunt halting your flow of speech. 

A split second later you are empty. He’s pulled away from you, and you think the finger-fucking torture you were going through was almost better than this. Your walls flutter in empty anguish. 

“Better keep your promise then.” Finally, you hear Jimin shuffling behind, but your muscles feel too alive and too dead at the same time. At crossroads, you are unable to get yourself to move, to twist or turn and witness the glory of him, the scrunch of his features, the grit of his pronounced jaw, his lips heaving a sigh as he pushes his girthy self into your leaking hole. 

Jimin’s forehead is lined with sweat, jaws hurting from the tight clench he had trying to not nut into you too soon. Now they revolt in pain, ready to pass on their trouble to his dick and release into you the moment he fits himself in. But he held off; he had plans for you - long plans. 

As he slowly pulls himself out, you can’t help but mewl at the pleasure your walls are feeling, with every ridge of his cock pressing all the right spots inside you, the snug fit when he’s pulled out all the way only leaving the head inside you. Then, you can’t help but yell, expressing a mixture of anguish and pleasure when his hips snap to push into you in one swoop, hitting deep inside you. With your ass high up in the air, his balls smack your engorged bud, sending shockwaves throughout your body and clenching the hold you have on his dick.

“Fuck baby, you feel fucking tight. You’re so close?” Jimin’s voice is strained as well; the lack of mocking in his tone tells you he is close as well. 

“Ki-Kiss me, please.” The voice that leaves you is so foreign, so unknown. The fucked out woman speaking in your stance has no spatial or temporal comprehension. You don’t even realize how you are put on your back, now a lucky witness to Jimin’s nimble figure pushing back into you as he leaned over to slot his lips on yours. 

The kiss was explicit, it was rough, it would put to any kiss you’ve shared before to shame. Deep in throes of pleasure, his mouth is chasing yours. Your hands are still bound; a light fight against the restrain tells you you don’t have a chance. Instead, you suck his plush lip in, swiping your tongue across his cherry petals that are rushing with blood because of you. Dormant volcanoes across the world could erupt with the blaze of your merging lips, it is scorching hot. 

If Jimin is a color, he is a rich wine - deep and passionate. He puts his one hundred percent into whatever he does, be it skilled singing, adept dancing or simply fervent kissing. He gives it his all.

Jimin’s skillful hips move in every way he wishes - and your pussy is thankful for that. Rolling in deep, he tests the stretch of your walls, before pistoning into you with zeroed-in precision, sole focus to get you to come with him. The effort he was putting in could be seen in his abs - they have tightened with exertion, and with a light sheen on sweat, look absolutely delectable. 

Letting your hands roam, you bring Jimin’s face into your neck where you can hear every single breath, every hiss, every groan - that you could record and keep in your memory. With one hand tugging his tresses, and the other hand drawing paths on his back with your nails, you hear the sounds you want to. Jimin sharply bites your ear, and the shockwaves of pleasure send you tipping. 

There’s layers to the pleasure you are experiencing right now, your orgasm hitting you in ebbs and flows. Right when you think you can finally return back to ground, the high tide pulls you back into the water for another stream of pleasure. It feels like eternity when you finally hit the land, and even then the loose sand makes you falter, threatens to send you back into the ocean.

Jimin’s pace is faltering, and he spills soon after. Hot, heavy breaths tickle under your ear, as both of you feel the sheer intensity of the orgasm. Him on you, your hearts are aligned, and you can feel the beats fighting each other for dominance until they soften down. 

Ripples of energy flow out of the both of you, elevating the temperature around the two of you. If you didn’t have your eyes closed you’d say literal rolls of steam are emanating from the way you both are heaving. You slowly regain your senses, twitching hands trying to remember what it is that hands even do. 

A shiver runs through your spine when you hear a grunt so close to your ear, only to realize Jimin is in the same position as you are in. Even without looking, you can guess what his expression is. Void of any edge, the softness of his facial features must have made their return, with crinkled eyes and a light frown on his beautiful pouty lips, he probably looks like an innocent caricature of the man that stood behind you moments ago. Letting your palm rest on his head, you beckon him to get up.

If Jimin is a color, he is the pinkness best portrayed by his puffy cheeks at this moment. A childlike glow, a guileless visage. He looks at you with such adoration, like you are the only desire in his world, and everything else can be damned.

You don’t want to break this silence but you cheekily add, “You didn’t even get me naked. Like this a bit too much eh?”

Dark clouds mar the pink and turn it into a deep, sultry carmine - the shift in his color noticeably brings your temperature down by a few degrees.

“Cute. You think I’m done with you.”

He is the whole palette, and you can pick your filter.

Thank you for making it to the end! Let me know what you think! And you can find more of my writing at my masterlist here!

[ihatebnha]

im ngl I think the shy reader trope is just boring too sorry to all the shy ppl out there but i need a reader w some guts 😭 cause a lot of the time, those types of readers come w miscommunication tropes tht i absolutely ABHOR also protection is cute & stuff but i love when a reader can stand up for themselves who isn’t afraid of confrontation & isn’t a damsel in distress. i just think it’s so played out tbh 😕

True, true, true!!! Has me SNORINGGGGG

And I just think... there are ways to do shyness where this ISN'T the case... but literally no one does, and it just makes people's burnout for the topic SO much worse. When everything is the same as the last shy + insecure piece (where you get saved and rewarded for doing nothing), there's hardly any reason to bother, you know?

People really treat the trope like... it's its own... thing that needs SPECIAL consideration, when in reality... that so ridiculous cuz you can write most things without weighing the prompts completely on reader being... that specific weird, meek way.

And it honestly just makes me so *Arthur Fist Clench* cuz like... I hate the notion that confident girls don't sometimes need protection, too. Or like, brave girls wouldn't cuddle with their faves all gentle. Or even like, shy girls are't capable of being strong and self sufficient, too. Like you say, why is personality what gets used as the determining factor for a situation when there are so many different ways to do genuinely GOOD confrontation???

It just plays on sooo many weird archetypes (that are just fucking boring at this point) that it's easier (and less disturbing) NOT to read them, tbh.

Why waste my time on something that's been done badly 100 times before when I could be reading something interesting???