#i was thinking about how the dark urge would fit him and what class he would be and well. here we are

[toxifoxx]

this suuuckkksss

[ishouldgetatumbler]

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Danny made sure he was first into the room. He'd had to cut off Damian in the hall to do it, but he immidiately laid on the bottom bunk and turned away from the room. He was still dressed, even his shoes were on. The only thing the uniforms did not include was fresh shoes. Danny's were caked in dried mud, they'd originally been white but stains and sterilizations left them a sort of beige. The laces were untied and almost entirely eaten off between the jaws of his shoe and the concrete.

He stared at the wall. It was the same color as his shoes. He fought the urge to turn away.

"Is he asleep?" said one of the other boys, incredulous.

Danny couldn't tell them apart by their voices, but he stilled, trying to look asleep. He couldn't close his eyes or look away from the wall now. What was once repulsive was now mesmerizing, staring at it he found phantom stains, his eyes attuned to hunting the strains dried edges for scrubbing and scraping pure clean.

One of them walked to him, leaning his head into the bunk to look Danny directly in the face. This broke danny from his maudlin stupor and he swivled only his eyes to see.

It was Artemis, one eye fat and swollen from the day's beating. Danny grimaced internally at his own "injuries."

Artemis extracted his head from between Danny's face and the bunkhead.

"Yes, he is." Artemis lied.

Damien snorted. "Good."

There a was a flurry of thumping sound as bodies, arms and legs, impacted the wall next to Danny's bed.

"What are you up to?" Said Damian, his tone threatening and deep as he could manage.

Danny could tell their voices apart now, both having a strange, soft accent. Artemis pronounced his name with the slightest push around the syllables of his vowels. Aaartemiis Foowl. Damian pronounced his own name with the ghost of a Z and the threat of a hiss. zDahmian vWayne.

"Education. Same as you." Artemis.

"I am not the same as you." Damian.

"Aren't you? I heard your loving father enrolled you along side my father enrolling me." Artemis.

"It wasn't father's wish, it was grandfather's." Damian.

Who was Damian's grandad? Danny was fuzzy on celebrity family trees, and when he thought of the Waynes all he could think of was tall, dark hair men in the same age bracket. Less of a family tree and more of a squat family bush.

Stewart Wayne? Albert? Tomas? Something boring.

"Good to know. Now unhand me." Artemis.

"Tell me what you're doing here first." Damian

"Like I said, it was my father's-"

"Your father has been missing for years, but you've had his executors tied up in litigation the whole time, theres no reason you're enrolled here unless you finally stopped filing injunctions."

Damian

Silence.

"And how do you know something like that?"

Artemis.

Silence.

"Court filings are public." Damian said vaguely.

"There are millions of cases filed globally. You would have to know what you're looking for. You'd have to know that you were looking for me." Artemis said. His tone was flat, factual and accusatory.

"You are someone worth keeping an eye on." Damian said.

"What could you possibly warrant such an invasion of privacy? for my father?" Artemis asked.

"No Artemis, this is about you."

"I think you're quiet mistaken."

Danny was learning to sound out their steps too, Artemis' small formal platforms took two steps back; tak-tak. Damian's oversized combats followed him, one stomping step that rattled the pebbles trapped in the heels of his boots; thunk.

Danny shuffled, trying to make it look like an act of fitful sleep. It had the intended effect and the boys stilled, trying not to wake him.

"Keep quiet." hissed Damien, "he's still asleep."

"It wouldn't matter." Artemis replied, "He's a nobody. A ghost."

Damien scoffed, and there was a rustling of cloth as he let go.

"Your nobody puked everywhere his first class. Everybody knows his face now." Damian said. "if he speaks up..."

"Exactly, he puked at the first mention of blood. He's in over his head, terrified. Leave him be." Artemis replied.

"Whatever." there was a creak on the bed above him as Damian flipped himself up to the bunk above his.

Artemis clicked his tongue and walked to the set of beds on the opposite end of the room, laying down down in the small bunk opposite Danny and Damien, before he opened a small black-bound book and flipped through it, tapping the reading light built into the wall on.

Danny waited there for a long time, it felt like hours staring at the back of his eyelids and listening for any sound from the other two boys. He waited in vain, listening to silence cut by the sound of Artemis turning a page.

Eventually, he braved up, shuffling around in his bed to look Artemis. The boy was reading, his one fat purple eye facing towards Danny while the other one combed over the book. Internally, Danny celebrated, before turning his hand intangible and shoving it through is sternum.

The school's security was next generation, detectors and scanners observed and scanned every pupil on their way to and from every class, meaning harboring materials was essentially impossible. Unless you were Danny. He rooted through his internal organs, groping along the outside of his lungs before finding what he was looking, tucked safely behind his gallbladder.

He withdrew a small rectangular device. It's atenne and mini-sattalite dish were warped and dented from Danny's impact with the Gym teacher and then his impact with the floor. He grimaced, then tried to turn the device on.

Slightly damp, the screen flickered to life and displayed the Fentonworks signature F, before starting to load. Danny glanced to Artemis.

He licked his index finger, then strummed the book, flipping it to the next page. Danny's gamble has paid off: he couldn't see out of his swollen eye.

Danny looked back to the screen as it booted. Now that the screen was on, Danny could see it was cracked. After booting, the screen was completely obscured as error after error popped up.

ERROR: OUTSIDE OF FENTONWORKS NETWORK RADIUS

ERROR: MOISTURE DETECTED IN CHARGING PORT

ERROR: SIGNAL WEAK OR MISSING

ERROR: LOW BATTERY

ERROR: FENTONWORKS GHOSTOMATIC DISCONNECT

Danny axed the notification, then scrolled through to contacts. Next to each was a message of "Out of Range!" except one: Tucker. If Danny could take back all the mockery he'd given to Tucker for his tinkering, he would.

Danny glanced back to where Artemis has been reading. He saw the breast of Artemis' seemingly tailored uniform two inches from his face. He craned his head up to look into Artemis' eyes.

Danny swallowed.

"Is Damian asleep?" he whispered after a moment.

Artemis glanced above the frame of his reading glasses to the bunk of above Danny's. Then he nodded

Danny squinted at the boy, then said "Hey Damian, wake up."

"I am awake." Damian said.

Artemis scoffed.

"I have a phone. Don't ask where I hid it. If you have family with impossibly good cell service, you can talk."

Damian's head popped from the edge of the bunk above, hanging in the air like a bat.

Artemis' one good eye flashed, in realization and ambition.

"Fenton, right now I'm standing between you and the camera."

Danny glanced around Artemis, noticing a small black dome in the corner of the room where he hadn't seen one before.

"If I move, you likely be spotted. Give me the phone."

Danny offered it.

Artemis hesitated.

"Is it clean?" he ventured.

Danny gave it a a quick wipe down with his shirt, then offered it again.

Artemis winced for a moment, then took it. He dialed a 1-800 number, then waited.

The line clicked to life.

"Butler?" Artemis said, holding the phone at middle distance.

Something muffled and buffed with static to a smooth, incoherent sound replied.

Artemis clicked his tongue, then ended the call.

"We're beyond my reach. If I can only get in touch with somone, I could run a program to figure out where we are. What about your reach Wayne?" Artemis said, offering the phone to Damian.

Damian took it, then said "I'm adding a new contact."

The phone rang, on speaker still and after two rings exactly it was answered. Artemis took the phone back, and began to work on it.

"̵̧̳̽̈́H̶̨̲̅͂è̷̜̊͗ͅl̷̹̯̊͑̄l̴̮̣̖̪͠o̵̭̰͇̹̿͝,̴̟̟͍͉͌ ̵̛̤̓͒̕y̷̤͗͛̽̃o̴̢̖͗ũ̷͖̳'̸͓̻̮͚͊̇v̸͉̜̦̂e̷̱̠̮̮͂ ̶͉͝ͅr̴͚̳̮̱͂͂e̴̖͍̞͔͠a̸̗͕͂̌̾̓ç̵̮̌h̵͍͖͑̂̌͝e̵͉̻̺͊ḋ̷̯͓͗͜͜ ̷̫̦͖̏ͅt̸̝̅́̀͘ͅh̴̨̻̣̘̄͌̎́ę̵̧͍̯̓ ̴̼͈̦͋̋̕͜W̷̰͔̹̋̓͋a̸̜͕̯͌͘y̷̨̨̗͗ņ̴͉̞́ͅe̶̠͌͒ ̸̢̼̍M̸͉̜̳̀͑͘ä̸̼̦̣́͑̚͠n̵͇͓͐̓͊̿o̸̹̯͙̓r̸̲̝͈̆,̵͖̱͕͐͝͝ ̴͎̉̑͗h̶̛̖̀̓̊o̵̹̝͓̊w̵̖̎̽ ̷̪̠͔̿̕m̷̠̞̹͓͐̌͝a̵͇͋̈́̎͛y̷͔̻̔ͅ ̶̻́̔ͅI̵̟̱̿ ̵̙͆ĥ̸̡̼ê̵̡̛̯̻̗͘͠l̶̘̐͘͘ͅp̷̭̀͝ ̴̜͍͓̇͐̈̀y̵̢͕͛̓́̐o̷̢̦͙̼̿̈́ů̸̡̀͘ ̶̹͗ţ̶͇̜̿͝ḣ̸͎͚̰͍͗̒i̸̤̜̞͊̇̽s̶̮̼̈͒ ̸̞̯̭̾̚e̶̥͎̜͂̈v̴̞̬̌è̸̡̮͉͓͆n̸̖͍͈̟̐í̶̦̜n̵̰̼̄ĝ̸̝̞̿̔͜?̶͚͎̲̋̋ said a voice caked in static and dusted with an English accent

"Pennyworth! Tell father I have located the criminal child and will be returning home with him shortly." Damian said confidently.

"̸̞̲̆̐͠A̵̻̍͊̓h̵̪̲̰̥̑͊͒͠ ̵̛͙͒͂͝m̶̯͖͇̄̈́a̸͍̿̍̽s̴̯̱̺̀̓̽t̴͍̆̀̔̔ẽ̷̢̘͓͐͛̕r̷̖̤͇͗͝ ̵̛̝̈̈́D̶̢͔͛́̑͌å̸̯͖̥̀͜m̸̮̤̼͌͆i̸̩̖͍̕a̸͍̖̒̃n̶͙̮̞͙̂͆̚,̷͚͖̚͝ ̸̣̜̄̈h̸͔̩̯̞̊̊͆͠o̴͇̻̰͋̃̀̈́w̶̜̜͑͊ ̸̡͔̺̠̀̈́g̷̥̩̾̈́ỏ̶͕̐ò̸̹̯̿͒͝d̷̨̨̞̓͜ ̸͖̺̈̀̌͜õ̸̮f̷̒́̽͝ͅ ̶̨̹̳̝̈́y̴͛ͅõ̵͇̹̱͊ü̵̢͓̖̼̊̂͝ ̶͎̩͍̀͜t̶̩̮͑̊͒o̵̼̖͐͒ͅ ̶̠̓c̷̥̭̻̏̊̅h̶͙͔̮̫̍͌̕e̵̢̥͍̋̈́c̶̰̰̈́̐̊k̴̢͓̞̹̇ ̴̬̾̓í̶̖́̈n̵͍̱̆̈́͆͠ͅ,̴͚̣͋͛̀̕ ̸͔͍̬͚̅͝w̴̬̃͆̀o̴͉͚̠͇̓͂͊ǔ̶̻̽̚l̵̳̾͑d̵͙̤̐ ̸̠̑̅̚y̶̭̽̉o̵̺̗̖͓͋u̵͕͒̀̃͑ ̷̹͕͓͙̈̉̊͠b̷̨̮̏̕͜ȩ̵̛͎͇̫́͌̆ ̵̬̱̤̚ͅş̷͍̕ǒ̴̻͍ ̴̳̰̐k̴̻͒̋͆i̷͓̱͉̾̎ṉ̵̱̤͕̉d̶͎̙͗ ̶̫̟͔͎̌̈́͛͌a̶̲̰̥̐s̷̡̈́͊͋̈́ ̵͕̜̝̝͗͊͌͝t̴̪̺͙͛͒̿ȯ̴̇͘͜ ̸͈̥̃t̷̛̰̼̻̤͂̉̌e̴͓͑͊̓̎l̶̛̥͔̻̀̂̾l̶̗̱̍̂̾͘ ̶̣̘̟̍̏̚ṃ̴̘̮̭̓̿̃ë̸̦͚́̾͆̚ ̶̲͗̓́w̷̡̹̖̋ḧ̵̥́́̚͝e̶̖̤̹̗͛̈́̀̕r̶͓̯̭͊̍̒͒e̴͕̻͚͓͆ ̸̠̰̥̔̈́̕y̷̘͘͠o̷̥̝̣̎̔͝͝û̶̢̧̗̱̀͑͠ ̸̗̗̙͘a̷͕̟͐̚ṟ̶̛̹̞̂͛ě̸͈̺͓̐̑?̶͙̝̆"̶̙̓͂́̚

"No Alfred, I can't tell you where we are."

"Yeah, we have no idea." Danny offered helpfully.

Damian glared at him.

"We are a few miles underground, somewhere on the Eurasian continent, close to the equator. Here, let me try to get a better connection-"

Artemis reached to grab the satellite disk and Damian yelped "no!" as he yanked the phone away, snapping the tiny antenna. The call died.

[sunboki]

004. SUNDAY’S PARADIGM — ANTHOLOGY

PAIRING. Hwang Hyunjin x gn. reader | WORD COUNT. 2.6k & 15 minute read | SERIES PLAYLIST. | WARNINGS. cursing | TROPE. college au, friends to lovers, she fell first but he fell harder (lmao), fluff

( ✉️ ) — hi everybody! i’m very happy to announce that this is the last addition to my mini-anthology “METANOIA”, thank you so much for the support this far and for so much anticipation and patience along the way— have a wonderful day!!

He was a cold person. Spiteful and brash to all people too close, scared to let his walls down. Except, to him, you’re a spectacle. A classmate he realizes he can’t exactly find reason to dislike while he sketched you from his stool in the art room.

Hyunjin knows your habits.

He knows when you’re talking to someone you like your voice becomes higher, knows you prefer to work alone on certain projects, and that you have a low social battery in public spaces. He knows when you're talking to the professor, when you’re anxious, you hold your arms close to your body.

In fact, Hyunjin may know more about you than your friends do. Except, Hyunjin isn’t your friend, nor a stalker or admirer. He’s just Hyunjin and you’re just Y/n, someone he never gets bored of watching from afar without knowing why.

Perhaps it’s the careful sculpting of your nose, the way your eyes perfectly fit with the rest of your face, rose hued lips curling when you smile. Oftentimes he wonders what shade your lips would be if he watercolor painted them. Dusty or dark, pink, or maybe red. He wonders.

And on occasions, he wonders why you aren’t the model for their class while one hand absentmindedly traces you, seated a few stools ahead of him while his canvas successfully blocks the repeated glances in your direction.

Maybe the endless sketches of you in his notebook are the reason he treats that thing like a porcelain vase, held dearly close to his chest as if a mere drop of water would rot the binding.

Hyunjin doesn’t like his sudden interest in you—doesn’t like how he can’t dislike you compared to his usual stark coldness for everyone and anyone, but he can’t help it.

There’s just something peculiar about you that he can’t put his finger on. He doesn’t like that either. But somehow, he can’t seem to get enough.

.

.

.

His lips pull into a frown, the usual one that unconsciously causes the rest of his face to turn grumpy. Oftentimes, Seungmin (the boy occupying the stool to his left) would snap his fingers just to watch surprise cross Hyunjin’s face for a change. He’s a strange kid.

Noticing a friend of yours stumble into the classroom, he can’t help but repeatedly peer from his work, memorizing the small creases of your clothings fabric onto the canvas.

For a moment, Sana (the girl whose name he finally remembered) pulled a small candy from her pocket and popped it in her mouth, urging you to take one as well.

She doesn’t like that flavor, she likes the strawberry flavor better. He thinks to himself.

And sure enough, after delivering a kind smile, you sneakily shoving the treat into your bag when she turns around. Hyunjin bites back the ghost of a smile creeping onto his lips.

Stupid. This is stupid. He tells himself constantly, but still finds his heart beating faster upon seeing you each day.

Really, really stupid, Hwang Hyunjin.

.. .

“I got it!” Sana shrieks, and you attempt to even your sudden panic as the girl begins gesturing wildly. Perhaps Hyunjin isn’t the only one getting surprised on a daily basis.

Frantically piecing together the thoughts circulating around her caffeine dispenser of a brain, she slams her hands down in front of you, another jump scare.

“He’s a ‘look don’t touch kind of guy’, that’s why every girl wants to be in our department!”

Crickets could’ve chirped in the amount of time you blankly stared at her.

She’s fervently nodding, seeming to have discovered an entirely new world in the process of describing your class spectacle as a ‘look don’t touch’.

“..Einstein would’ve stayed in his grave.”

“Would not,” She retorts, pushing her inky black tresses behind her ear and clasping her hands together. “In fact, he would’ve used all of his stone-dead energy to climb out of his grave just to tell me how smart I am!”

“Now that’s just wrong.”

So after more pouting, more glaring, and more unconvinced stares, you finally rise off the bench, shaking the iced coffee in hand.

It’s your lunch, and you would rather not talk about Hwang Hyunjin, but you might just have to give up even trying to avoid the topic at this point.

You don’t dislike him or anything, it just becomes a tad bit irritating once his name has been brought up forty five times in the last two hours, y’know? Because if there’s one thing Sana was right about, it’s that every girl is obsessed with him. Borderline. Obsessed.

Meanwhile, Hwang Hyunjin has no interest. In fact, Hwang Hyunjin doesn’t seem interested in anyone, nor much of anything. That is, unless it’s art.

Back when you had first taken the class the two of you debated on if he was gay, trying to find something that explained it. Although, by the third week you both concluded he acted like that towards everything.

Well, at least he looked bored.

Hwang Hyunjin was hard to read.

Setting your materials in their coordinating places, you steady the easel in front of you, prepared for Ms. Hoon to burst through the door and demand a new mock-up in five minutes or less. She’s known for being spontaneous in all of the wrong ways.

Except, today, Ms. Hoon saunters in, fingers nimbly adjusting her skirt that hangs close to her ankles—close to her tawny leather boots clicking when she walks. She’s pleased, too pleased.

Sana sends you a look saying the same thing you’re thinking:

We’re fucked.

Whipping a random roster from nowhere, her pointed index slides down names before looking up. Right at you.

“For our end of semester project, I want us to explore new options. I’m assigning all of you in pairs to visit different exhibitions around Seoul. Y/n L/n?”

You raise your hand.

“Your partner is Hwang Hyunjin, you’ll be visiting the National Museum of Korea’s Greece exhibition this Sunday,” She smiles, scarily resembling a Cheshire cat. “Infographics are here.” Ms. Hoon finishes, patting the stack atop the podium.

Never has there been so many eyes boring into your back.

And with that, the students either drag their feet or plow through to grab the papers.

Meanwhile, you’re feeling something only recognizable as impending doom.

You’re fucked.

.. .

Hysterically staring ahead, you flinch when a piece of paper is slipped beside you, forcing your eyes off the board.

Can I get your number? It reads, so when you notice Hyunjin’s name is addressed below, you’re convinced you’ve been trapped in some alternate universe. Mere seconds ago Ms. Hoon assigned partners, or did you miss something inbetween the lines?

Your number? Hwang Hyunjin, asking for your number?

Unbelievable.

Instead of darting for the door like you’d planned earlier though, you wait until the classroom is empty to approach him, looking unfairly handsome as always. But before he can say a word, you form a jumbled sentence through fast-blinking eyelids and manically expressive nods of your head.

“Hyunjin I— I’m sorry I’m flattered but I don’t think of you like tha—“

“Huh? For the project?” He replies, and a hundred tons of steel might as well drop on your head at this rate.

Not only are you fucked, but now you’re fucking yourself. And not on good terms.

Talk about a bad first impression.

Opening your mouth, closing it, and opening it again, you chameleon redder and redder the longer he looks at you, shakily typing your digits into his phone to spin on your heel and march out at an alarming pace.

Although, you don’t see the small quirk of his lips, nor how he named “Pretty Project Partner Y/N” as your contact.

“God I’m such an idiot!” Clutching your head, you prop your elbows on the kitchen island while Sana sifts through Netflix on the sofa. She chortles, but lets you wallow in your misery no less.

It’s your secret language, a coping mechanism in its own, sweetly bitter truth.

The day of and you’re still hung up about Hyunjin. Well, your overwhelming embarrassment about Hyunjin—something that kept you up well throughout the night.

Weird. Since when did you care so much about your impression on him anyway? He’s never been a particular stake in your road, but now he’s the sudden speed bump in every once-peaceful moment.

Your pocket vibrates with a notification.

Funny enough, he seemed to live up to that speed bump role.

Hyunjin : Can I come over? Chan’s a bit.. busy

You : Busy?

Hyunjin : Busy

You : Yikes, come over

Hyunjin : Thanks

Sprinting into the living room, you have to stop yourself, hoping to appear composed to the all-knowing best friend of yours.

“Hey, um, could you run to the convenience store for me?”

What a side-eye. She could slice cheese with that glare.

Number one rule? By no circumstances can you have Sana plotting something. Especially not with Hyunjin involved.

“Are you constipated?”

Here goes your ego.

“I’m in denial.”

She taunts. “You poor thing.”

“Aren’t I?”

“Fine, send me what you want and pay me back.” Waving her off, you take the opportunity to attempt at rationalizing what exactly you’ll do, say, look like, act like, and the other billions and trillions of possibilities you only have a few minutes to think about before he arrives.

Real reassuring.

Hyunjin : I’m here

He sends five minutes later, sequentially leading to your phone dropping on your face, slipping on the rug, and giving yourself a once-over (more like a thrice-over) in the mirror, where you greet him at the door.

First thing your eyes are drawn to are the bouquet of flowers held in hand.

Flowers.

Flowers?!?

“Look, they were on sale and it adds to the atmosphere.” He deliberately avoids your gaze. You don’t mention it.

You never took Hyunjin as the guy bringing you flowers. Come to think of it, you never took Hyunjin as a romantic either. Guess this project is teaching more things than just the philosophy of Michelangelo’s sculptures.

Placing said flowers into a vase you miraculously found in the cabinet above the microwave, you anxiously tap your finger atop your thigh.

It’s awkward, until it isn’t. Because Hyunjin is surprisingly good at small talk.

“Why are you like this to me?” Blurting, you wish you would’ve bitten your tongue. Luckily, he doesn't seem to mind too much.

Instead, he fixates on your face, noting your details as you speak. Dusty red is their color he decides, the watercolor shade matching your lips best.

“Like what?”

“Well,” You meet his eyes. He memorizes that color as well. “You’re just different in class.”

Leaning further into the opposing loveseat, he shrugs.

“For the record, Ms. Hoon wears that awful perfume every day. Not to mention everyone falls asleep anyway.”

He’s not half wrong.

“Aren’t you observant,” You muse, cheekily giggling to yourself.

He rolls his eyes, ears pink nonetheless.

Abruptly interrupting your teasing, there’s a knock, and you haphazardly edge to peer through the peephole, Hyunjin simultaneously tailing behind you.

“Who is it?” He whispers, uncharacteristic to his usual unbothered demeanor.

Shit, it’s Sana!

Already aware she’d find out something was up one way or another, you find yourself with no choice but to slowly open the door, a hand leant against the doorframe, another covering Hyunjin’s mouth where he hides on the wall to your left.

“Hey you better pay me ba- are you okay?” She hesitates, surveying the sweat on your brow and how off-balance you’re standing, plastic bag in clutch.

“Oh yeah, I just remembered! Did you buy the extra bag of potato chips?” Diverting the conversation, you nervously grin, feeling Hyunjin’s hot breath against your palm when he stifled a giggle.

Squinting incredulously, she scrolls through her messages without answering. Shaking the list you sent right in your face, you wrinkle your nose, putting on the best “please? I promise I’ll buy you lunch for a week” face you can muster.

Like you said. Secret language.

Sighing heavily, you thank whomever above when she slumps away and you excitedly slam the door shut, both releasing exhales of relief.

Checking the time, you glimpse outside, making sure the perimeter is Sana-free. You need absolutely no traces.

Great. Coast clear.

“Shhhh!” Shushing him, you carefully lock the door before running out of sight down the hallway at full speed. Bewildered, he chases along, mini ponytail swaying with each stride.

You have to cover your mouth to keep from laughing. Unusually, he’s doing the same.

Your unwavering, certainly monotonous class spectacle is laughing.

He’s pretty.

Wait. Duh.

He’s gorgeous.

Yeah. That fits better.

A soft hue decorates his cheeks, and he stumbles down the stairs like a drunkard. Yet, in the midst of your admiration, your foot slips—more drunkard-esque than him—from beneath you. Before your forehead makes contact with the marble floor though, a hand fastens onto your sleeve.

Hyunjin leans down, brows furrowed worriedly. Also uncharacteristic.

“You okay?” He asks, tone soft, voice concerned.

Responding breathlessly from both your near-death experience and how ungodly close you are to a prince, you meekly nod, allowing the boy to ease you upright.

Dear god what is with you?!

Navigating the exhibition tucked away near a library, neither of you waste time getting to work. So as the sky begins dimming to eve and you briefly think of Sana, likely beyond confused back at the dorm, you curve around to the last sculpture replicated, the world renowned “Bacchus”.

“Greek sculptures are beautiful, aren’t they.” He speaks, voice hollow and hardly audible unless you craned close. His eyes flit to every inch of the statue, taking in the precise attention to detail carving the fingerprints lingering on flesh, specific shadows emphasizing pained expressions or that of happiness, fingernails so deliberately intricate it terrifies you.

Hyunjin has a way of leaving you breathless.

“Yeah..” You mutter, scribbling some messy bullet points and getting a decent basis on the overall anatomy of the sculpture.

You often wonder how such masterpieces have remained perfectly intact after countless years. You wonder if Hyunjin is like that too. That, even if you got close to him, he’d stay the same. Bitter, uninviting. To others at least.

To you, he’s different. You like it.

Or, he’d change.

Perhaps become sweeter, lace his tongue in honey when he spoke to you.

You quickly force the thought away.

However, what you don’t realize is that you leave Hyunjin breathless all the same. Because with your attention being elsewhere (for a second occasion), you hadn’t noticed his gaze landing on you when he said beautiful.

.. .

Hyunjin is a gentleman. And in all honesty, this occasion, despite the fact you’re simply visiting an exhibition, feels more like a date than anything.

He’s geared you to the left of him while he shields the road on your walk home, he brought flowers, and even saved you from a catastrophe. You’d count that as a pretty gentleman-type move.

Arriving at your complex and promising to text more details to each other tomorrow, his hand—stirring déjà vú in your stomach—grasps your sleeve for a second time.

Gently turning you around, his thumb reaches up to lightly press against your bottom lip, index hooked beneath your chin.

You’re certain you’ve forgotten to breathe by now.

“Hyunjin.. What're you doing….?” You hesitantly drag out, phrase muffled.

Absentmindedly clicking his tongue, he maneuvers your head left and right, a slow smile crawling onto his cheeks upon witnessing your flustered state.

“Making sure I get the color right,” He responds nonchalantly, as if he wasn’t mere centimeters away from your lips.

Dusty red, he was right.

Leaning his head down with a small tilt, his breath barely ghosts over your face, mischievous smirk beginning to grate your nerves the longer he holds that smug cockiness.

“See you tomorrow?” He muses, shoving cold hands into his pockets while ensuring you get inside safely.

“Yeah Yeah..” You grumble, praying he doesn’t notice you trip up the stairs, mind buzzing wildly.

He does, and he laughs.

Hyunjin knew your habits, and now, in the middle of your coincidentally ideal project, he finds himself learning again and again. There’s so much to you, so many layers he hopes to uncover, so much that becomes hard not falling for.

He can’t wait to see you tomorrow.

.

.

.

“Y/n?”

Sana knocks on your room’s door. You hum in acknowledgement.

“Where did you get those flowers?”

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Obey Me: Most Shameful Kink Series

Belphegor + Hidden Vibrator

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Prior Entries:

Lucifer + Shibari

Satan + Public Sex

Mammon + Pegging

Beelzebub + Sleep Sex

Explicit. I block minors. AFAB reader. Some playful brattiness but nothing mean. This barely fits into the series because Belphie feels no shame.

“- considering these metrics, it is of my esteemed opinion that we can consider last week’s student social a resounding success. Now then, moving on to my finance report! As you can see in the documents I’ve provided for you…”

‘Here he goes again,’ you thought to yourself with a silent groan, shifting in your chair as Mephistopheles worked himself up into another blathering monologue. Beside you, Mammon gave a less silent groan, earning a glare from where Lucifer sat beside Diavolo across the table. All the brothers were gathered for this ‘emergency’ student council meeting, which would have been fine, except-

You give a sudden jerk, your knee hitting the table and interrupting Mephistopheles with a loud bang.

“…Yes?” he asks with the raise of a brow, and you feel your face heat with a blush as Mammon frowns at you with concern.

“N-nothing! Sorry, it was an accident…” you tell everyone, crossing your legs tightly. Several chairs down, you hear Belphegor give the softest snicker.

I’m going to kill you. You text him under the table as soon as you have the chance. Inside you, the vibe stops…then starts up again with a shockingly increased pace.

I’m bored. Is his only reply, along with a shrugging crow emoji. You resist the urge to fling your phone at him.

It’s been like this all day. When he’d slipped the vibe inside of you after the morning’s sleepy pre-breakfast tumble in his sheets, you’d been too blissed out to consider resisting. After the orgasm he’d given you, you were pretty sure you would have walked around with his name on a collar if he’d asked. It had seemed so interesting, thrilling even, to go through the day with his finger literally on your button, teasing you through class and making you shiver deliciously in the halls.

But you’d forgotten just what a brat Belphegor could be.

It had been an almost constant torment! You’d never realized just how well Belphie knew you, or how close he’d been watching you. He’d seemed to be able to intuit the moment when you were just about to orgasm…only to suddenly, maddeningly kill the vibrations, leaving you burning hot with no release in sight.

And worse! He had perfected manipulating his brothers to keep you from every having a moment of peace to deal with it yourself! Satan arriving to tell you Belphie had mentioned you needed extra study help over lunch, Asmo offering at his urging to walk you to the bathroom to help you touch up your make up…He was tormenting you, and you knew he was loving it.

Secretly you kind of loved it too.

But this was different. An entire day of edging had left you almost dizzy with desire, underwear long since soaked through and thighs sticky with your juices. When Lucifer had told you about the meeting, you’d almost burst into the most horny, frustrated tears. You were sure someone was going to notice. Someone besides Asmodeus who had spent the entire meeting gazing at you with dark lusty eyes that told you he knew exactly what had been going on. His gaze only made you squirm harder, shame mixing with a perverted delight that sent your heart racing.

Belphie interrupts your thoughts suddenly, calling your name with an innocent smile and asking, “What do you think?” For a beat you just stare at him with wide eyes, as inside you the vibe thrums away it’s little rhythm.

“I um,” you squeak, before clearing your throat and trying to gather yourself, “I think its…a good idea.” A shiver breaks up your words as the vibe switches beat suddenly to a low intense drone. There’s a concerned silence, and you conclude that what you’d hoped had been a generic answer hadn’t fooled the masses.

“Are you feeling alright?” asked Diavolo kindly, his brows knitting in concern, “You look a little flushed.”

“If you’re feeling unwell, you should go home,” Lucifer said firmly, standing and coming to place a palm on your brow.

“Yes!” you say, a little too loudly, nervous with Lucifer standing so close, “I think…I’m not feeling well. I’ll head home.”

“I’ll go with you!” Asmo is out of his chair almost before you’re finished with your sentence.

“No,” Lucifer shuts him down firmly, Asmodeus flopping back in his chair with a dramatic sigh.

“WELL, I guess I can-“

“No,” Lucifer repeats himself to Mammon. Behind him, Belphie is gathering his things already.

“I’ll go,” he offers, and this time Lucifer nods. It wasn’t as though Belphie ever contributed much to the meetings anyway.

“Yes, head home. We’ll be back in a couple hours to check on you,” he says, ignoring the complaints arising behind him. Belphie comes over and gives you a comforting pat on your back, and you almost smack him.

“O-Okay…thanks everyone,” you say quickly, hurrying out the door and leaving Belphie to trail lazily behind you. You wait five doors before you wheel on him, grabbing his shirt and yanking him into an empty classroom.

“You! You…menace! Monster!” you wail as he laughs, taking your feeble beating gladly.

“Geeez…if you hate it so much, why do you smell so wet?” he shrugs nonchalantly, smiling innocently as he plays with the vibe control, leaving you trembling and gasping while still clutching at his shirt.

“Belphieeee…” you whine, fury fading as your desperation brings tears to your eyes.

“Whoa. Cute,” he comments, mildly surprised at how attractive you are when you cry for him. He wraps an arm around your waist and lifts you suddenly, drawing a gasp from your lips as he sets you on top of a desk.

“Since you asked so nicely.” He nuzzles into your neck and you mew weakly, pulling at his belt until he knocks your hands away. Instead, he kneels and spreads your thighs, reaching under your skirt to peel away your panties and giving a laugh at their state.

“Wow, you’re so messy,” he teases, bringing the cloth to his nose to give a shameless inhale of your scent, “No wonder Beel said you smelled extra good today.”

“H-He didn’t say that!” you accuse shakily, but Belphegor just laughs. Tossing the panties aside, he slides his hands under your knees and gives you a yank, jerking you to the edge of the desk.

“What do you say?” he sings impishly, smiling up at you from between your legs. You give a teary pout, but he doesn’t relent, just increasing the pace of the pulses inside of you until you’re openly whimpering.

“B-Belphie, pleeease,” you beg, surrendering any last pride you were holding on to, “Please, I need you…”

“Good girl,” he praises happily, and then finally his mouth is on you.

Your exhale is high pitched and needy, a hand fisting in the shoulder of his uniform, the other white knuckled on the edge of the desk. He slides your thighs over his shoulder and nuzzles into you, lapping up your juices before nursing on your clit. You’re practically bucking into him, so desperate for release it almost feels like it’ll never come. Inside of you, the vibe is still strobing, but now Belphegor adds his fingers to the mix, slipping in them to curl and stroke inside of you.

You can’t help your cries of pleasure, too heated to even worry about whether this side of the hall has cleared out for the day or not. Finally, as the sensation of Belphegor running his teeth over your clit makes you drag your nails through his hair, you cum hard. Thighs shaking, eyes rolling, sparks and a ringing in your ears hard. Hard enough that you don’t even realize that he’s finally removed the vibe until you feel his cock shoving into you.

He hasn’t even bothered to wipe his jaw, juices glistening there as he gives a relieved sigh and starts fucking you eagerly. A hand encourages you to lay back, and you do so gladly, still weak from your orgasms with a body singing for more.

“So pretty…” he pants, hands squeezing at your waist as his thrusts make your curves bounce, wet noises filling the classroom over your softer mewls. Closing his eyes, Belphegor leans over you, fixated on your touch as he cums quickly, rocking through his orgasm then coming to a gentle halt inside of you.

“All better?” he purrs after catching his breath, leaning to kiss your nose sweetly.

“I hate you…” He laughs, catching your lips this time as he gently pulls you back upright and into his arms.

“Sooorry,” he says in a way that makes you think he’s not really that sorry at all, “Let’s go home and I’ll take good care of you, mkay?” With a pouty huff, you nuzzle into his neck and agree.

It’s not until much later, when he’s grinding you toward your fourth orgasm of the afternoon, that you realize he left your ruined panties sitting there in the middle of the classroom floor.

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The Town Weirdo

Pairing: Misfit!Wooyoung x Popular!Reader

Summary: Jung Wooyoung was a misfit. He didn't look different, he didn't dress too differently, he didn't act different, someone just decided that he didn't fit into the frame, and everyone hopped on the idea. Everyone except one, who didn’t want to judge before knowing both sides of a story.

cw/tw: bullying, harsh language, mental and physical abuse, domestic violence, fluffy, angst, mentions of rape and kidnapping

They acted as if he didn't existed. They all thought that maybe if they don't think about him, he'd disappear. He was like a bogger in the school's nose, like an eyelash in your eye. Simply there to annoy, never to do any good.

Even the adults treated him like nothing.

He was never called on in class, even if he raised his hand. He rarely ever got his tests back, grades would be shit because they didn't like him.

He hadn't done anything to be hated. He had always kept to himself, he'd always studied, he was (technically) a straight A-student, he'd never done anything to offend anyone.

He always wore an oversized, black hoodie, black, baggy cargo pants and a pair of purple air Jordans. Occasionally the hoodie would change color, but mostly he wore all black. He fit into the school's fashion perfectly.

Yet, for whatever reason, the football team decided that since everyone hated him, why not make his life fucking miserable? His life wasn't hard enough already, with everyone avioding him like the plague.

A young girl, no older than 5 years, had gone missing a few months ago. In such a small town news traveled fast. Everyone knew about her disappeareance.

At first everyone were worried, everyone looked for her. But as time passed and nothing was found, people needed someone to put the blame on. So why not choose the most hated boy in town?

Jung Wooyoung.

He had nothing to lose anyways.

''You know the girl who disappeared? He probably took her. He's probably a little pervert. He probably got her locked up in her basement and uses her whenever he feels the urge to''

Comments like these were almost normalized in the small town. Something that didn’t sit right with one girl.

She couldn't understand what he ever did to be hated, even by his own mom. She'd seen him sleeping on a bench, outside an old and abandoned restaurant.

She felt bad for him. Her own family was of high status in the town. They were rich and donated a lot of money to the small hospital, the two schools and such.

Kim Jiwoo, the youngest in the whole family, had always been rather open minded. She never liked judging people by others words. She wanted to know him, not what everyone thought about him.

She sighed as she heard her "friends" talking about the boy once more. They weren't really her friends, they simply hung out with her because of money and status, and they never had anything kind to say about anyone but themselves and Jiwoo.

''Hey, do you actually think he keeps her in his basement?'' Ara asked in an amused tone, knowing very well that Wooyoung heard her.

''Yeah, of course he does'' Hana replied in even more amused tone as she noticed that Wooyoung posture changed slightly. ''He’s a pervert. He probably keeps her in the basement, has her way with her when he wants, and he probably keeps pictures of her in his phone and rubs one out while watching it''

''I hope he falls down a well and withers away, alone in the dark'' Ara finished before they both started cackling.

Jiwoo let out a tired sigh and turned around in her seat. ''Would both of you shut up? There's no concrete evidence that Wooyoung's done shit, and how would you feel if people spread a rumour about you murdering someone? Or raping? Or kidnapping?''

Minho, the quarterback smirked. He heard the whole conversation since he literally sat next to Jiwoo. Jiwoo'd just assumed that he never listened to them.

''Challenge accepted!''

Jiwoo turned to the boy. ''A) Did you just Barney Stinson me? B) What challenge?''

''I'm gonna steal Wooyoung's phone and prove that he's a pervert!''

Jiwoo sighed. She decided, for once, to take action instead of being all talk. So she stood up, in the middle of the teacher's introduction, and walked over to Wooyung's desk.

The corner in the back.

''Can I sit here?''

The boy looked up from the desk, on which he was currently carving a face, since no one cared what he did anyways. He looked confused. Why would someone wanna sit with him?

He mumbled a quiet ''sure'' and put away the knife and sat up straight.

He knew carrying a knife around and carving shit into the furniture didn't exactly support his attempt on proving himself innocent, but after a while he stopped caring about what everyone thought about him.

''Do you wanna hang out after school?'' Jiwoo asked, still that gorgeous, model smile on her lips.

Wooyoung felt a bit ashamed as he stared at her lips. He wondered what they’d feel like. What they’d taste like.

''Why would you wanna hang out with me?'' He asked and turned his attention back to his little carving.

Jiwoo shrugged. She didn’t know why. She was simply a social butterfly. And he intrigued her.

''I like being social. You intrigue me for some reason, and you’re the only person in the school who doesn’t kiss my ass for status and money ''

''Well, sorry little miss daddy's Princess, but that ain’t gonna happen, ever''

The girl realized how it sounded. ''No! I didn’t mean it like that. I like that you don’t do it. To be honest, I don’t really have any real friends''

Wooyoung let out a sarcastic laugh. ''Oh yeah? Couldn’t daddy’s money buy you some?''

That was it for Jiwoo. Here she was, being as nice as humanly possible when you don’t know someone, especially when there’s a rumor that he’d murdered someone and another one stating that he’d kidnapped and raped a five year old girl.

She always tried to keep the judgement low, or non-existent. But anyone would be kind of concerned with a murder rumour. She thought she was doing a great job at being nice, yet he treated her like a piece of shit.

''Listen here you fucking asshole, I came over here to try and be nice. I wanted to prove to the town that you’re not some weirdo, kidnapping rapist, but apparently you hate everyone, and I can’t judge you, but I have never done shit to you. In fact, when we were in 4th grade, I beat up Dae for bullying you, but fuck you''

Jiwoo started packing up her stuff to go back to her other desk. They both knew all eyes were on them since Jiwoo’s outburst wasn’t the most silent person in the universe.

Wooyoung cursed himself for being such an asshole. It was a habit at this point. If someone tried being nice, his defense mechanism would turn on. He just assumed no one ever wished him well.

He grabbed her arm. ''Look, I’m sorry. You’re right. It’s just… with everyone being nice to me, and then shoving me down a well or similar, it’s hard accepting when someone’s being genuine''

Yes, it had actually happened. Wooyoung was seven and his "best friend" had asked him to come to his house and hang out. He did, and his "best friend" shoved him into a well. In which he had to lay in for three hours, crying his eyes out.

The girl smiled. She could accept that as an apology. And it seemed quite logical what he said. Survival instincts.

She sat back down and smiled. ''So, do you wanna hang out? My dad’s pulling out his ugly old barbecue. When he cooks, there’s enough to feed the whole town. I promise, if they do anything that makes you uncomfortable, you can leave ''

The boy thought about it. ''Sure, uhm, but I gotta do one thing before we go to yours''

Whispers followed his reply. People were sure that Jiwoo pranked him, that she only asked him out of pity, or because she had a bigger plan. All were wrong. She genuinly wanted to get to know the man.

The boy intrigued her, so she acted on it. And to be fair, he was ridiculously good-looking under the black hood.

As the class went on, Jiwoo couldn't be more bored. ''Does anyone know the answer to question 10?'' The teacher looked at the class.

Wooyoung raised his hand, something Jiwoo'd seen him do a lot, but he never got to answer since the teachers seemed to hate him just as much as the students.

''No one?'' The teacher asked, his gaze avoiding Wooyung's corner.

''1939'' Wooyoung said out loud, tired of being ignored.

''Don't speak unless I tell you to!'' The teacher snapped in a rude tone.

Wooyoung rolled his eyes and sunk back down in his seat. ''Asshole'' He mumbled under his breath, causing Jiwoo to chuckle.

While Wooyoung packed up his stuff Minho passed by their desk. It confused them both since he sat in the front.

Without missing a beat Minho snatched Wooyoung's phone from the table and rushed out of the classroom. Jiwoo cursed the fact that Minho was the quarterback. He literally got the position because he could run.

Wooyoung let out a quiet sigh and slung his bag over his shoulder. Jiwoo copied his actions. ''Let's get your phone back, eh?''

''Uhm, I can survive without it''

''Wuss, I'll do it. Let's go''

They headed out of the classroom and spotted everyone in the hallway, gathered around the tall quarterback.

Jiwoo let out a quiet sigh. She walked up to Minho, after pushing her way through the small crowd. She tapped him harshly on the shoulder. When he turned around Jiwoo quickly withdrew her arm and punched the boy in the face as hard as she could.

A small crunch was heard and Wooyoung's phone dropped, right into Jiwoo's expecting hands.

''Don't take things that aren't yours'' Jiwoo smiled sweelty and threw Wooyoung his phone.

Wooyoung pointed behind her. Jiwoo turned around and spotted the quarterback charging at her. ''Why does he have to make things so difficult? Hold this, love'' She handed Wooyoung her bag.

Wooyoung froze for a short moment. Jiwoo called him "Love".

Minho stopped before her and stared down at her. ''Listen here Kim-''

''No, you listen her Park, you've been an asshole since the day I met you. You've never been nice to anyone but your minions, you've never treated Wooyoung as a person. My parents basically run this town, my dad's a lawyer, my mom's... important, let's see who wins?''

Minho fell silent and stared at the very short, yet fiesty girl. ''Well... fuck off''

''Now to the rest of you assholes, did you find a single picture of anything? Any proof? Anything?''

No one said anything.

''That's what I thought!''

''He had a picture of you!''

Jiwoo slowly turned around and looked at Wooyoung. He looked horrified. ''Can I see?''

Wooyoung unlocked his phone and handed it over to Jiwoo. She scrolled through his cameraroll and found two pictures of her. One in the dining hall where she sat alone, side profile towards him as the sun came through thw window, and one of her lauhging about... whatever.

''I look amazing- wow'' Jiwoo mumbled and zoomed in on herself. ''Be gone, idiots! I see no harm in these'' She handed the phone back to the owner. ''Let's head to mine then, loverboy''

''Jiwoo! You coming?'' Ara and Hana asked and turned to their friend. They were planning to hang out earlier, but she wasn't too excited about that anymore.

''No, I'm gonna hang out with Wooyoung'' The girl replied without even looking at her two friends.

The two girls scoffed and looked at the boy. ''Why? He's a kidnappeing pervert''

''So? Do any of you have any proof, whatsoever, of anything? I'm heading out with him, bye''

Wooyoung followed Jiwoo out to her car. His eyes widened. ''Holy fuck, that's a nice car''

A chuckle left the girl's lips. The laugh sounded like heaven to Wooyuong's ears. ''Well, get in. Where did you need to go?''

Wooyoung snapped out of his daydreaming and looked at the girl. ''Oh, uhm, just outside town. I do some charity work at a orphanage there''

Jiwoo smiled. ''You're such sweetheart''

The boy blushed. ''Well, I know how it is living without parents so.... yeah''

She smiled and started the car. Jiwoo drove and Wooyoung gave directions to the building.

When they stopped outside the daycare and Wooyoung got out, he was immediately ambushed by kids. He squatted down and held out his arms as the kids hugged him.

Jiwoo smiled as he spoke with each of them, asking about their day. ''Oppa, who's she? Is she your girlfriend?'' One of the small girls asked with a smirk.

Wooyoung turned around and looked at Jiwoo. ''No, she's a friend. Be nice to her''

A few of the kids immediately walked up to her and started introducing themselves with wide smiles. One girl in particular had a tight grip on Wooyoung's pant leg. She seemed very shy.

Jiwoo walked up her and squatted down in front of her. ''Hello, I'm Jiwoo. What's your name?''

She hid behind Wooyoung's tall frame. ''Uhm... Arin''

''Pretty name, fits perfectly for such a pretty girl'' Jiwoo said and smiled as sweetly as she possibly could.

Arin seemed to accept it and smiled. ''You're sp pretty, Unnie. Are you Oppa's girlfriend?''

''Just a friend I'm afraid''

The small toddler pouted. ''But you're so pretty!''

Jiwoo chuckled as she leaned closer to her. ''Can you keep a super secret secret?'' The girl nodded excitedly. ''Oppa is really handsome, but you can't tell him''

''I promise!'' She giggled and ran away.

The girl stood up straight and looked at Wooyoung, who was frozen in his spot.

Kim Jiwoo, the perfect dream girl, thought he was handsome? The town's misfit, the weirdo creep?

''You there Wooyoung?'' Jiwoo waved her hand in front of his face.

''Hm? Yeah''

''Ah! Wooyoung, right? Welcome!'' Chaeyoung greeted the boy happily as Jiwoo introduced them.

Wooyoung's eyes widened as she squeezed him in a tight hug. He looked at Jiwoo with a panicked look. No one had ever shown him this much love.

''Yah, eomma, you can't just hug people I bring home. Not everyone's comfortable with that!''

The woman immediately pulled away from the hug. ''I'm so sorry Wooyoung, it's just... Jiwoo's girlfriends are all... rude, and you seem to sweet''

The boy was still surprised, as well as confused. ''So you've not heard the rumours?''

''Yeah, well, I prefer creating my own opinion'' The woman smiled sweetly. ''Food will be on the table in a minute, unless your father screws it up again''

Jiwoo chuckled and led Wooyoung up to her room. Wooyoung only stood awkwardly in the door opening, as the only time he'd ever been at someone else's house was with an old "friend" who didn't allow him on the furniture, as if he was a dog.

''Sit wherever'' Jiwoo threw her school bag into her closet and closed it. She sat down on her bed, removed her shoes, and crossed her legs.

Wooyoung carefully sat down in her office chair. He wasn't sure what to do.

''So, tell me about you. I wanna get to know you! I doubt you're a kidnapper since you volunteer at the orphanage''

The boy chuckled. ''Well, uhm, there's not much to know about me. I'm homeless since my own mother hated that everyone knew her son, especially for something bad. I volunteered at the orphanage before that. Uhm, then the girl went missing and since everyone already hated me it was easy to put the blame on me. And yeah, the rest you know''

''You can stay here if you want. We have a spare bedroom'' Jiwoo offered with that same, sweet smile she always wore when she spoke to him.

Wooyoung didn't know what to think about it. He adored it. It made the girl even more beautiful, if that was even possible, but he also felt like she only acted like this out of pity.

''Look, if you're only doing this for some kind of Univeristy resume, or pity, or some kind of... attention from the whole town, just drop the act now and I'll never bother you again''

Wooyoung was ready for her to either lash out on him for "exposing" her, or laugh and throw him out, or continue her lie, but she didn't.

''I know you think I'm doing this out of pity. I know you only see me as some... rich daddy's girl, but I genuinly want to help you, and I really think you are sweet, if you want to at least. Carving faces into the wall works against you, but yeah''

The boy was stunned.

''And I didn't lie before, you are really handsome'' Jiwoo winked and smirked.

''Thanks'' He blushed slightly and pulled up his hood again.

Jiwoo chukled. ''You're a blushy one'' She teased and took out her phone. ''Give me your number''

Wooyoung was hesitant but did as requested. ''Why?''

''Kids! Food!''

''So we can hang out again'' Jiwoo said in a duh-tone.

Wooyoung made a quiet "ah" sound and quickly entered his number into her, much newer, phone. Jiwoo took Wooyoung's phone and did the same to his. She held it up and took a silly selfie before handing it back.

''Smile'' Jiwoo smiled and directed her phone camera to Wooyoung's face. The man did as requested and smiled. ''Pretty, now let's go eat''

''So, Jung Wooyoung, correct?'' Jiwoo's father, Changkyun, turned to the new face.

''Yes, sir''

Changkyun smiled. ''He called me Sir, I like this one!''

Jiwoo chuckled as she ate. Her father loved meeting new people. Especially if they looked up to him. He enjoyed the ego-boost.

''Well, how come you two are hanging ouy? Jiwoo only has mean friends, but you seem really sweet'' Changkyun asked bluntly.

Wooyoung let out an awkward laugh. ''Well, Sir, she sat with me in math. Why I have no idea''

''Because he was intriguing, and my friends are all assholes, might as well make some new ones. And he's the only one in school I haven't spoken to before''

Chaeyoung chuckled to herself. She enjoyed Wooyoung's company, and her daughter seemed to enjoy it as well.

''So, any girls, Wooyoung?'' Chaeyoung asked.

''Eomma!'' Jiwoo glared at her mother.

''Uhm, no ma'am, afraid all the girls in school hates me or are terrified of me, well, except Jiwoo apparently'' Wooyoung smiled sweetly.

Jiwoo looked at the boy with a sweet smile. Well, according to her mother it was "adoring". Chaeyoung was convinced her daughter had found her "one".

Jiwoo and Wooyoung finished their dinner and were quick to disappeared up to her room again.

Wooyoung cursed himself as he caught himself staring at Jiwoo's lips once more.

''Fuck her lips are pretty- even prettier when she smiles''

''I can see you staring'' Jiwoo chuckled and smiled. ''You got lip-fetisch, or what?''

''N-n-no! I just- your- I- your lips are pretty''

Jiwoo chuckled and sat down in front of him. ''Oh yeah? They're pretty?''

Wooyoung didn't know what to do. He was panicking on the inside while also keeping all his focus on Jiwoo's lips. She was so close. He could smell her sweet scent. He could see the glitter specks in her pink, cherry lipgloss.

''Wanna feel them? Or taste them?'' Jiwoo knew she was frisky. But she thought she'd picked up some... hint. A small, subtle nod. Jiwoo smiled again, that sweet, gorgeous smile. That smile Wooyuong had never seen, before she looked at him.

Her smile made him feel like the only person in the entire the world. Her smile made him feel like every problem he'd ever had had disappeared. Her smile made him lose his mind and not focus on anything but her.

Jiwoo chuckled and laid a hand on Wooyoung's shoulder. ''You sure? You don't have to kiss me unless you really want to''

''I- I-... I really want to kiss you, I'm just worried that you'll be let down by me doing... being, well, me''

''Come on, my first was Minho in our class, it's hard to let me down'' She laid a hand on Wooyoung's cheek. ''And who knows, maybe I'll let you down?''

''You could probably never let me down'' Wooyoung smiled weakly.

Jiwoo smiled and laid her small hand on his cheek. She leaned closer, slowly if Wooyoung wanted to back out. He didn't. Jiwoo pressed her lips against Wooyoung's.

Wooyoung might be new to this whole thing, altough he had his fair share of kisses, but he carefully wrapped his arms around Jiwoo's waist and pulled her into his lap.

A small smile rose to the girl's lips as she straddled him. She wrapped her arms around Wooyoung's broad shoulders and pulled him closer.

The man was touch-deprived, and slightly desperate. His hands landed on her hips and his thumbs automatically started rubbing circles on them.

Jiwoo parted her lips slightly, allowing Wooyoung to do as he pleased. Wooyoung accepted the invite and started exploring her mouth with his tongue.

A small, breathy moan left Jiwoo's lips. She was also, slightly, touch-deprived.

She pulled away and chuckled slightly. ''Someone's excited''

Wooyoung blushed and rested his forehead against Jiwoo's shoulder. ''You're mean''

''Yet here you are, without your pent up walls''

''For you only''

[another-lost-mc]

Feels like I am just meeting Fleurety for the first time and omggggg the way I would be soooo obvious watching him when he walks past me scsvhdbjjh he is so handsome and I am so intrigued by him! I love that he takes learning outside the classroom 🥹 what a good professor!

So my thoughts automatically went into spooky overdrive. He is such a walking red flag, but we like that colour around here, don't we? I'm not saying he's always a dark, sketchy, yandere-ish type of OC but...he's one of the most fitting candidates compared to some of the others that are more palatable. (I feel like his list of potential kinks is the automatic giveaway when comparing them at a glance.)

He notices you. He definitely notices. His sharp, thoughtful gaze follows you, but along with all the other students and professors at RAD who are intrigued by the latest group of exchange students. It's easy for him to blend in with the crowd when the halls fill with students between classes. His ears twitch when he sees you searching him out anyway, and he smothers the urge to smirk when he hears the nervous pitter-patter of your heart when you meet his eyes and look away again, far too quickly to be accidental. It's cute.

Before he was a professor, he was also a scientist by nature so observing things is what he does best. He takes great pride in noticing all the little details about you, things the other demons overlook or take for granted: the way you dress and speak and carry yourself, and how your skin feels and smells, and all the little noises you make that you think no one notices - gasps or sharp intakes of breath when you're surprised (or frightened), the little appreciative hums or quiet moans if the school's cafeteria lunch is especially tasty.

You're untapped potential for him to explore, a new puzzle he wants to break apart, piece by piece, before he puts you back together again. Your interest in his appearance or his intellect are flattering, and he'll gladly pretend not to notice your shy or giddy behaviour while giving you more and more personal attention before or after class. He might even host office hours if it means spending time alone with you while the campus grows still and quiet in the early evening, so that your conversations about homework and grades slowly shift into conversations about humans living in the Devildom (and secretly, why he finds you so fascinating).

All he needs is a little time and a little trust. There's so many experiments he wants to perform, so many tests he wants to conduct. It's rare that he's able to get his hands on a human specimen - a living one and, potentially, a very willing one. If he's careful, you won't even notice his plans for you. (If you grow to like him enough, you might not even care.) His natural curiosity is overwhelming, fingers twitching to brew illicit potions to test on your tongue and the urge to draw smooth, precise cuts with his favourite scalpel along your skin. He doesn't get to indulge often these days, not with the young Devildom prince lecturing him about what he claims are appropriate experiments and using inter-realm peace to squash all of his latest ambitions. But you don't have to know that, and if he keeps the pain bearable and eases your hesitation with the promise of pleasure after, well. It'll be your little secret, won't it?

[mimidoesroleplay]

okay

so

stripper genma

i thought of both, modern au and canon au, and i think both would fit

it could be for money alone- pay the college bills, survive the semesters, and drink. drink a lot. genma isn't one to leave his needs as he calls them (re: desires) just cause he is short on money. nah, he would work 3 jobs if needed to do whatever the urges want him to do

and although he used to look down on prostitution, pole dancing and strippers as a teen; a young adult genma realises... it's just another means for money. it's just a job. and... if needed he wouldn't mind it much

plus it's safer as a man anyways. cruel, wrong and dark as it is.

it could also be because.... genma wants to. he just wants to. he went with his friends once. drunk and not in his senses much. went there, saw girls dancing their heart out and embracing their femininity on the poles and he was in awe. one thing was just how hot they looked. the other was, if they looked hot why shouldn't he try it too?

the girls welcomed him with open arms, open legs more like, and he gave it a shot. in public, in front of all patrons and his friends. and even though his pants ripped, he enjoyed himself a lot

fuck social norms. he is gonna be a stripper. and he became a damn successful one at that

7 p.m., after classes and a good nap he would arrive on his bike. parking it in the staff parking lot he'd make his way with an unlit cigarette into the premises. only to be told, "genma, what did i tell you?"

"that you wanna meet me in one of the rooms?" lazy smirk on his lips. the lady shook his head, a small smile playing on her two lips.

"take that thing out of your mouth. no cigarettes."

genma changed into clothes that don't rip at the seams with the way his legs spread wide and he arches his back.

his hair looked particularly good in the light; open and down. he tightened his core and his legs. with a grip strong as that of a gorilla. the girls there helped him a lot, they were nice. except a few, they were bitches.

a few days in he realised, there was a couple guys here too! though very few in comparison to the ladies.

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and if we talk about canon au. hm, curiosity is the only thought that comes to my mind now. oooor how about one of the jonins take him there? they work there too.👀 no one said you can't have two jobs? two interests. though the ninjas are paid well enough, dancing is a hobby too! or could it be a dare during one of the nights at the bar with his jonin friends. a dare turned realisation. that's his calling!

there doesn't necessarily has to be shame. but there could be. depends on your interpretation of how liberal konoha is. i like to think in my delusional, nice world, that everyone's cool unlike people in real world. i would like him to rope kakashi into it. that'd be so funny. but i digress. that's probably never gonna happen. kakashi'd rather die.

what do you guys think! im so interested in listening to your opinions!!

[positivelybeastly]

Can I ask about your bg3 Hank? What’s his class, who’s his guardian? Durge or no? Any romances?

You absolutely may ask about my Baldur's Gate 3 character who may or may not be Hank McCoy!

This is my most recent screenshot of him!

I have literally just finished Act 1, so please no spoilers, but at current, he is:

A Level 5 Bard in the College of Swords, with a Level 2 multi-class into Monk! I figured this made the most sense as a translation for Hank's high intellect and martial prowess while still maintaining a more pacifistic outlook - it also means he gets just as many funny answers in dialogue as he does wise ones.

A Half-Orc! This accounts for his incredibly cute tusks. The yellow eye make-up is meant to evoke his feline form's yellow eyes and give him a more striking look. The earrings are a holdover from Dark Beast, who has very similar rings in his art.

STR: 10 DEX: 14 CON: 12 INT: 14 WIS: 13 CHA: 16. These aren't necessarily what I think Hank's DnD stats would be, but frankly, Hank doesn't really have a dump stat, he'd be, like, 18-20 in everything, and you miss out on fun feats by doing that.

Currently wearing Gloves of Dexterity, setting his DEX to 18!

Currently wearing Warped Headband of Intellect, setting his INT to 17!

Not going Dark Urge for Hank. Doesn't feel like it'd fit - but I definitely plan on doing at least one other playthrough. I might do it as Dark Beast, who would definitely qualify - he might be a Rogue/Druid or something of that type? I know I want to mess with Druid at some point.

I actually didn't take any pictures of his Dream Visitor/guardian. Oops. Next time they appear in a cutscene, I will make sure to take caps!

Romances? Oh, hell yes. At the moment, I'm romancing Shadowheart, but flirting heavily with Halsin, since it's my understanding you can go poly with those two, and . . . honestly, I really like them both. Halsin's got the big daddy elf thing going on, and Shadowheart is honestly just sweet. She's nice. We cuddled.

Lae'zel craved Hank's moisture, but I did not relinquish it.

I'm also wearing Minthara's At-Ease Clothes dyed yellow around camp because they feel very classic Hank, not least because they show off his muscles and chest hair.

If you want the exact settings (colour tones, hair, etc) that I used to make Hank, then let me know and I can post them - I'm playing on PS5, so everything available there will be available vanilla on PC. Wish I could have mods to give him glasses, but tbh, I'm very happy with how he's turned out so far!

[dellamortethelesser]

Kyr Farwhisper - The Dark Urge

"Everyone has unseemly thoughts. Being able to quieten them is what sets us apart from the beasts."

Sharing some screenshots from my Dark Urge playthrough, which has just about hit 21 hours. BE WARNED. EVERYTHING BELOW THE READ-MORE LINE IS SPOILERS FOR THE DARK URGE PLAYTHROUGH. There is spoiler content, gore, and violence beyond! I tag with "#durge spoilers" if you want to block.

[Narrator: *You have nothing in your skull, besides your name and a headache. But you are in danger.*

Curse whoever did this to you.

Say your name aloud. You have a part of yourself.

Take a deep breath, shake your head, and start anew.]

The Dark Urge, in my opinion, is an origin that is preferable even to the custom ones that a player can make. Like the origins we get from the other PCs, such as Shadowheart or Astarion, there are custom cutscenes, content, and dialogue options specifically tailored to the Haunted past that you bring to the party. The Dark Urge isn't a play-through I would recommend if you want the feeling of a Noble, Righteous Hero. In some ways, it can be very stereotypically "edgelord"; you have little memory of your past, and are prone to violent and grotesque proclivities.

I suppose if you wanted to truly run an evil route and see how many dear companions you could kill along the way, you could play this route as Indulgent, or giving into the Dark Urge. I chose to play Kyr as a hopeless struggle; he is frightened by himself, and does his best to resist his dark temptations and try to do good. Resistance. It's made for a delightfully fulfilling roleplay experience, especially because I have chosen to romance Wyll on this play-through.

Even recruiting Astarion can be a little frightening.

The intro runs about the same, except when you wake up on the Nautiloid, you are bloodied, frightened, and have no memory of how you got there. In fact, there are no real signs that there is anything wrong with you, at least not in the dialogue you get until after the crash. Everyone's a little nervous, on edge, and then you have the chance to recruit Gale from his little portal. If you give into the Urge... it goes poorly. Fantasize about chopping his hand off?

I didn't make this canon for Kyr's run, but I was curious what would happen. I don't know what becomes of Gale, if you can recruit him later--if you can, how strange. You did just remove his hand for seemingly no reason. Astarion, too, has something to say about it immediately after.

This is your first sign that the Dark Urge run is going to be, well.. full of dark urges. Kyr seems to have a strange and compelling urge to commit harmful, violent acts--but doesn't seem to be aware he's doing it. I went back and he recruited Gale normally, resisting the weird desire to fantasize about chopping a man's hand off. Things were quiet--for a little bit.

Lots of dialogue choices specialized for the Dark Urge present in one of two, maybe three ways--commit this horrible act, or be shocked by your perversions and resist. Along with all of the usual options, such as based around your skill checks and your class. You have fewer culture rolls--you don't remember your past, after all (but you can imply to be Baldurian later on in Wyll's conversations, which I did). The lack of backstory and the amnesia is meant to heighten the strange horror of your situation, but I like building on what Kyr could be missing. A father, maybe, and a mother he never knew.

You can even tell Withers that you don't think your life is worth very much--something that he has a sage rebuke for. It's implied that he might know a little bit more about your circumstances than he's letting on, but if he does, he doesn't deem it fit to share with you.

Back at the camp, you do have options to speak with your party members--even so early--about your concerning affliction. Two new choices are available to you: concern about your memory loss, and concern about your violent urges. So early in the game, I decided I would start to bring up the memory loss. They are... quite flippant! And quick to dismiss your concerns on having to do with the mind-flayer tadpole.

It's late, and I'm getting sleepy, so that's all I'll add for this post. More is to come.

Part 1 | Part 2

[wild-magic-oops]

For the dark urge asks: 1, 19, and 24!

from left to right: Lucas, The Dark Urge, Damien

1. What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their Class/Subclass?

Lucas - I initially played him as a life domain cleric of Tyr because I thought it'd be hilarious and it was! Tho in my latest playthrough I made a hireling out of him as a multi-class gloomstalker rogue which is fitting imo so I might change his class for some fics/ideas etc. But back to the cleric - Lucas woke up with a very acute feeling that he served a god before so he drew the conclusion that he must've been a cleric. And his violent urges felt imposed on him, so he thought that must be a curse of some sort and therefore he must've gotten it because he served a good-aligned god.

My guy was deep in the delulu, but yet partially correct. Still, he didn't know which god he served so he did the good old tested method of guessing, and started with Tyr who looked at this poor confused bhaalspawn who wanted to do good and decided "yeah sure why not". Another option is for Withers to have always been Lucas's deity and for Lucas to just not have realized it and thought it was Tyr instead.

The Dark Urge - he's the default sorcerer class so there was no choosing there. He realized he could do magic and stuck with that. It was a bonus that he could fry people on the spot with said magic. No need to improve upon perfection lmao

Damien - I still haven't 100% decided but since he's a paladin and it's canon that paladin!Durge has broken their oath before, I'm thinking that upon waking up from the pod, even through his amnesia he still could feel the remnants of an oath and that he was wronged in some way. And because of his violent and terrible urges that he very much doesn't like, he decided to go the complete opposite route. So he swore another oath - this time of vengeance.

19. Has your Dark Urge become particularly close to anyone romantically and/or platonically in their journey? If so, who, and what is the relationship like? If no, why not?

All my Durges are Galemancers so Gale's their closest companion by far. Aside from him:

Lucas - tried the most to get to know others and give them a chance. He really likes Wyll bc he's a hero and has the whole "do the right thing" going on. But Wyll's also a bit too morally uncompromising which in itself is fine, but Lucas with his urges (and sometimes hubris) felt like he would fuck up at some point and Wyll would not take it well, so their relationship is not as strong as it could've been. He gets along with selunite!Shadowheart as well.

The Dark Urge - He's not super close to anyone aside from Gale tbh. But he does like the good-aligned companions more. And he has the most developed relationship with Jaheira out of all my Durges. He's the only one to admit he's scared of Bhaal to her. I guess from the original companions he gets along the best with Wyll and Lae'zel.

Damien - gets along with Wyll the best. I didn't recruit Karlach this time even tho I like her bc I want to see how something plays out, but for narrative reasons I imagine I did and Damien gets along great with her as well. And since this is the first time I recruited Minthara, he has a funny relationship with her bc they're both vengeance paladins and sometimes he agrees with her and then she says something out of pocket and he's like "no...!" He also respects Lae'zel once she's seen through her indoctrination and wants to fix the system for her people.

24. Does your Dark Urge have a treasured item with them? If yes, what is it and why is it special? If no, how do they feel about item sentimentality in general?

That would be a no for all my Durges. In terms of sentimentality - Lucas is the most santimental when it comes to objects, followed by The Dark Urge. Damien is the least by far.

[hyunnieshannie]

Let Me Use You

🖤: Felix x Taeyong 🖊️: 1,470 🚨: strong language, just porn, plot if you squint. A/N: This is not something we usually write but are starting to venture into, please let us know what you think! Tag list, please let us know if you would like to continue being tagged in work like this, if not we will open a seperate tag list for these kinds of fics!! Thank you <3

Prompt: The Masculine urge to ride a guy until he's begging me to stop because it's too much for him, softly kissing his face to shush him because I'm not finished using him yet

“CUT! Good job guys, we'll use this last take.”

Taeyong and Felix both bowed to the media intern after they finished recording their S-Class and Bounce challenges for TikTok. Felix eyed Taeyong up and down, admiring the tattoos that peeked out from underneath his clothing.

He noticed while recording the challenge that Tae’s shirt shifted ever so slightly, giving him a slight glimpse of his nipple - so pink, so small, so tease-able. Felix couldn’t help but drool at the desire that was building inside of his pants him.

“Hey, good job during the filming, you looked great!” Felix complimented Taeyong, a blush quickly creeping across the other's face.

“Ah, thank you. You did too. Looked great, I mean- you did a good job. I mean you looked great too- obviously. But uh, yeah.” Taeyong nervously responded, stuttering over his words as he rubbed the back of his neck, attempting to hide his face with the brim of his hat. The smirk that adorned Felix’s face only deepened upon hearing his response.

“I wanted to give you my number, for personal matters,” Felix spoke calmly and softly, not wanting the staff around them to hear him.

“Oh, uh, yeah, I’d really, really like that,” Taeyong whispered back as he handed Felix his phone. 

The younger entered his phone number into the phone, sending himself a quick text to easily add the new contact to his own. 

Felix’s greed is rearing its head, he wants a quickie so badly and Taeyong is giving him all the signs that he’s interested. Might as well test the waters.

“So, are you in your own dressing room?” Felix asks quietly, whispering the question directly into Taeyongs ear, noting how the older shivers slightly as the breath fans over his skin.

“Y-yes, I am,” Taeyong stutters again, his blush too dark to hide from Felix. Felix smirks and leans in closer to him.

“How about you and I have a little alone time, hmm?” Felix asks in his deep voice, the shiver that runs down Taeyong’s spine must’ve been noticeable to everyone else who may have been watching the two interact. “Why don’t you show me what this dressing room looks like?” It took Taeyong a moment to fully understand what the younger one was saying, looking at him with a confused expression for a split second, before his face began to heat up with a noticeable blush. 

“Yes, yes. O-of course. Follow me.” Taeyong brings the brim of his hat further down his face, attempting to hide his blush from everyone around them. Felix tells his manager that he’ll be heading to Taeyong’s dressing room to catch up and chat and to leave the two of them alone, reluctantly his manager agrees, letting him know when he’d need to be back on stage, before leaving with the rest of Felix’s group to their fitting rooms.

Once they reach the room, Taeyong asks his staff to leave so the two of them could have some privacy. This isn’t an unheard of event, many idols will request this when they want to speak openly and freely with their friends. So thankfully, the staff are none the wiser about what Felix is planning to do with their precious idol. 

The last staff member leaves the room and Taeyong closes and locks the door behind them. Finally leaving the two of them alone. Felix slowly makes his way over to Taeyong, pulling at his wrist and bringing him to sit next to him on the couch in the back corner of the room. Taeyong’s heart is beating crazily. He feels like his heart is in his throat and his dick is throbbing painfully at the pure imagination of what Felix is about to do with him.

Felix begins peppering soft kisses across Taeyong’s neck, the light flutter of his lips against Taeyong’s skin immediately making him thrust his hips upward for some contact. Taeyong moans as Felix sucks lightly at the skin previously covered by his shirt. Felix pulls away from Taeyong and lifts the older’s shirt up and over his head quickly diving back in and latching his lips to one of Tae’s nipples. 

“Ah-ahh, fuck,” Taeyong moans breathily, being careful not to thread his fingers in Felix’s hair to ruin the stylist's work. Instead, he opts to grab Felix’s forearm and squeeze it harshly. Felix continues to suck on Tae’s skin, loving the moans and breathy whines that leave the older one's lips. “Ahhh, mmmph. Felix, p-please.”

Felix smirks and lifts himself from Tae’s abused chest. He leans in and plants a delicate kiss on Taeyong’s lips, stopping the breathy moan from escaping into the empty room. “Shhh, baby I’m not done with you yet.”

“B-but, the live. The winners- AH- the winners will be announced.” Taeyong tries to explain while Felix has latched his lips back to Taeyong’s nipples, biting and sucking the skin harshly. “F-Felix, we only have- mmm- 10 min-minutes.” 

“That’s ok, I can work with that. Besides, I haven’t finished using you yet.” Felix smirks at the older as he places another gentle kiss on his lips. Felix is quick to remove his and Taeyong’s pants, just enough to get the job done. 

Felix lines Taeyong’s cock up to his waiting hole and slowly sinks down. 

“AHH! Felix, you’re so- ahh- so tight.” Taeyong moans as he places his hands on Felix’s waist. Felix moves up and down on Tae’s length, ripping sinful moans from the older’s throat. 

“Fuck, you sound so good, moaning for me, for my hole.” Felix teases. “Have you been thinking about this for a long time?” 

“Fuck, fuck yes. Fucking- fuck yes. Wanted this. Want you, please Yongbokie, please,” Taeyong whines as he bucks his hips up to meet Felix’s downward pulses.

Felix wishes that he could mark Taeyong up, but considering they’re in public and about to go live, that is going to have to wait for another time. Oh, that sounds good. Another time. Felix feels excited all over again thinking about the possibility of more. Felix picks up his pace, riding himself on Taeyong’s length in aggressively deep but quick movements.

“Fuck, feel so good, so deep,” Felix smiles down at Taeyong, admiring the fucked-out look on the older’s face. The grip Taeyong has on Felix’s hips tightens at the praise.

“You feel so good, Yongbokah, so good. Not gonna- nnah- not gonna last, please. Please Yongbokie, please,” Taeyong begs as he leans his head back, his eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“You can wait-” Felix pants, 

“Nnhh, can-can’t Yongbok, you f-feel so good.”

“I’m almost there, just wait for a little- AH!- longer,” Felix moans at a particularly harsh thrust up from Taeyong. Felix picks up his pace again, the movements not as strong or harsh as before but the pace making the stretch delicious. Felix reaches down and begins to toy with Taeyong’s forgotten nipples.

“AHHH!” Taeyong yelps at the contact, his dick twitching within Felix’s velvet walls.

“Oh there you go, keep doing that,” Felix praises once again.

Taeyong begins to meet Felix’s downward movements with harsh upward thrusts, hands wrapping around Felix’s hips in a bruising grip.

“I-I’m not gonna, not gonna last,” Taeyong moans as he pulls Felix’s body down and closer to his own, smelling the hairspray within Felix’s blue locs.

“It’s ok, you can cum baby,” Felix whispers darkly into Taeyong’s ear. The words and the deep tone that Felix spoke in was enough to send Taeyong over the edge. 

“Fffffuck, ah! Felix, nnnnff!” Taeyong moans into Felix’s neck, revelling in the immense pleasure that washes over his skin. He thrusts harshly, releasing into Felix’s tight hole. 

“Ahhhhh, fuck,” Felix whines in a high-pitched tone, throwing his head back at feeling so full. “Fuck, Yongie, fuck.” Felix rolls his hips and guides Taeyong’s hand to Felix’s hard leaking cock that’s been sitting untouched between the two of them. “Touch me,” Felix demands. Taeyong is quick to accept the order and wraps his hand around Felix’s cock and pumps the length in time with Felix’s movements. Felix’s voice goes up in octave at his impending orgasm. “Ah, AH, AHHH!” Felix yells as he releases his load into Taeyong’s hand, slowing his movements to a stop on top of Taeyong.

There’s a knock at the door that pulls the idols out of their post-orgasm haze. 

“Live in 2 minutes, Felix needs to head back to his group,” someone yells from beyond the door.

Felix quickly gets up from Taeyong’s lap and pulls his pants back into place before heading towards the door.

“This was fun. Call me to let me use you again?” Felix asks as he watches Taeyong slowly get up and fix his own clothing.

“Anytime.” Taeyong responds with a small smile on his lips.

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[changeling-fae]

1, 14, & 21 (not Nemo, haha!) for the Dark Urge askmeme! also any other numbers you desperately want an excuse to share ^^

I’ll post for both my Durge’s, Nym and Casira.

And also I apologize for its length. It’s a chonker.

Nym:

1. What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their class/subclass?

Nym’s an abyssal tiefling (granddaughter to Graz’zt) and her bio-father (not Bhaal) was a divine soul sorcerer to Eilistraee, so normally she’d be a a divine soul sorcerer but I have her as a wild magic sorcerer because her abyssal blood and her spark of divinity doesn’t play nice with each other. It’s a constant war inside of her.

She’s a bhaalspawn because her abyssal cambion mother basically at one point had sex with a bhaalspawn, and I headcanon that succubi/incubi steal the essence of people they sleep with and their bodies then corrupt it with whoever they knock up/get knocked up by. I know technically cambions aren’t succubi/incubi but being the daughter of Graz’zt, I’m giving her some leeway. So she stole the sperm/essence of a bhaalspawn and for funsies, mixed it in with the child of the divine soul sorcerer man she was currently tricking/banging. So Nym has three parentages technically.

But yeah, she’s mechanically a wild magic sorcerer because her particular concoction of existence doesn’t play nice with each other.

She’s multiclass bard because she loves music and her day job when not doing stuff with the cult (which she was already trying to pull away from) is entertainment. Only time she ever feels at peace.

14. How good of a liar is your Dark Urge? How do they feel about lying?

Nym is an excellent liar and feels nothing when she does it. She’s not a habitual liar, she only does it when she feels she needs to to protect herself, but she has no qualms about doing so. I think if she has to do it around someone she cares about, is the only time she feels some guilt. Or at least, discomfort.

21. What are 2-3 songs that your Durge would relate to?

Paint It, Black by Ciara - Nym feels so much darkness and bitterness and she doesn’t want to.

Big God by Florence and the Machine - Definitely one of her main songs, not just for lyrics but the dancing in the music video. She secretly worships Eilistraee as her father did but she’s so conflicted and desperate for some form of salvation but also laments and despairs against the gods.

Death Wish by Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit - My girl has got bad depression and she’s definitely the girl in this song’s scenario. The lines “Who’s gonna save you, who’s left to pray to? What’s the difference in a breakdown and a breakthrough?” fits her like a glove.

Bonus question for her:

2. Did your Durge have any romantic and/or sexual relationships prior to their illithid adventure? If yes, who was it with and what was it like? If no, how did they feel about being single?

Ok so Nym has a very complicated and messy relationship to both sex and romance. She’s had a few romantic partners, whom she usually breaks up with because she feels she’s a danger to them and/or she feels they deserve someone without her baggage.

She was in a relationship with one of my Tav’s, Cillian Baker, and he was her last serious romantic relationship before she broke up with him.

She’s rather hyper-sexual but uses it as way of self-harm tbh. She’s a CSA survivor and her relationship with sex is rather unhealthy. She likes sex in the moment but afterward deals with extreme self-loathing. She also tends to choose dangerous or questionable men for ONS because sometimes she wants an excuse to murder someone, always a toss-up.

Right before the game, going on for several months, she actually had a relationship with Raphael at the Devil’s Den. It wasn’t sexual or romantic; she originally came to his presence because a woman she was close to and had feelings for liked to party (using it as a coping method herself) and they ended up in the DD.

Nym clocked him for a devil right away and he knew she was Durge and found her a novelty/would be a yummy soul but more an idle interest. She was worried her friend would get in trouble around him (I’m picturing him catering intimate sinful little parties for him to find souls in).

They slowly danced around each other over the course of months, and came to play lanceboard as a regular occurrence. Eventually her friend basically met someone and got clean and while Nym was happy for her, she’s just so damn lonely. I’ll probably post a separate post on her and Raphael’s relationship because it’s long but basically she comes back to the DD and resumes their game nights.

He finds her amusing and they have a weirdass connection that can’t quite be described. At some point they do get into a tiff, she got too close to his little spark of humanity on accident and it made him lash out.

She doesn’t show up for a number of weeks and he doesn’t think much of it and then oh, would you look at that, she’s one of the abducted and has some memory loss. That’s when his interest spikes immensely and then the ingame stuff. She feels a connection to him but doesn’t know why and it pisses her off, lol.

Ok, now onto my second Durge:

Casira:

1. What circumstances led to your Dark Urge becoming their class/subclass?

Casira is a cleric of Selûne (light domain). How that happened is basically, the Bhaal cultists used the corpse of an aasimar of Selûne (one of Aylin’s sisters) in a profane ritual that used Bhaal’s blood to fill the empty vessel. Created a baby bhaalspawn but that tiny spark of Selûne remained.

She grew up conflicted, raised in the cult but never feeling right. Selûne tried to reach her a few times in her life but it was too dangerous/Sceleritas Fel was always watching and it put Casira in danger.

Her cleric powers really only came forward once Casira was abducted and no memory because Selûne took that as her chance to influence her.

14. How good of a liar is your Dark Urge? How do they feel about lying?

Not that good, tbh. She’s fairly honest and upfront if you ask her questions. She finds lying difficult to understand and doesn’t like doing it. It gets her into a lot of trouble.

21. What are 2-3 songs that your Durge would relate to?

Eva by Nightwish - Definitely her in both lyrics and vibes.

The Moon Will Sing by The Crane Wives - “I shine only with the light you gave me” is very her.

Fake Wings by Kajiura Yuki - The solemn/melancholy tone fits her.

Bonus question for her:

25. How does your Durge feel about Sceleritas Fel?

Terrified. Even without the memory loss, she was terrified of him. He was put in her life because he/Bhaal could sense Selûne on the sidelines. If she didn’t do the murders and rituals enough times or ever showed reluctance, she was severely punished and Bhaal would overtake her body and control her (where the really nasty Durge lines happen, like necrophilia, etc). So she learned that to keep her body in her control, she had to do the serial killing.

His “naughty naughty” was usually a precursor to her punishments so when she got that dream in the third act she was so terrified of falling asleep for weeks.

[midnigtartist]

okay uh I have a feeling you’re going to get a disproportionate number of questions about the pale-looking Tav on the left (are they Yetave?? pls replace the pronouns here in your brain with whatever ones are accurate) because you’ve made a very beautiful androgynous individual and put them on tumblr dot com, so that was your first mistake (/j), but I’ve decided to be part of the problem, so for the cool androgynous Tav on the left:

do they like the way they look?

it seems like a lot of people would perceive them as being attractive - if that is the case, do they like or dislike the way that influences people’s behaviour towards them? or does it not bother them either way?

what does their appearance tend to signify to others (ie do people tend to see them as masculine or feminine, or as being a particular social class, or as unusual in their fashion tastes), and what assumptions tend to get made about them most often based on their appearance?

are the judgements people make based on their appearance accurate? do they like or dislike those assumptions?

do they fit any of the stereotypes of their gender (whatever that is)? are there some or a lot of those stereotypes that they don’t fit with at all? any they particularly like/dislike?

I’m assuming the little symmetrical marks on their face are a tattoo - if they are, whose decision was it for them to get that tattoo? Their own, or someone else’s? If they’re not a tattoo, then where did they come from? (also do they think their lil tattoo/mark things are cute? I think they’re very cute)

are people often intimidated by them?

do they want people to be intimidated by them?

how dangerous are they to be around?

what are their thoughts on hugs? cuddling? out of ten, how much do they enjoy that sort of thing? asking for a friend

if they’re the one who’s dating Wyll, what are their favourite things about him? What are their favourite Wyll activities? If not, are they dating anyone and what are the answers to those questions about the person(s) they are dating?

are they monogamous/polyamorous/something else?

what kind of combat abilities do they have, and how did they acquire them? do they like the role they’ve ended up in off the back of that (tank/healer/damage/support/some combination thereof)?

favourite new capability/power they have gained on their journey? (social/financial power can also count)

if they could pick any part of the world (you can answer for Toril/Faerûn or for like a real world AU) and any kind of building to live in, what would they pick?

would they rather live on Toril or in the real world, if they had the choice?

what height do you imagine them as being?

big spoon? little spoon? or uh, switch spoon, I guess? middle spoon? is that a thing??

what species are they?

are they a Dark Urge or nah? thoughts on violence? if they’re a blood and murder enjoyer for any reason (Dark Urge or otherwise), what is their favourite violence? if not, what is their least favourite violence? (can be the kind of violence they find most distasteful in general, or the thing that scares them most, or just the kind of injury they find most inconvenient/annoying to receive.) or you can just answer both :3

Please feel free to answer as few or as many of these as you like! :D I have. Many questions about your lil dude (gn) I have been transfixed by their silly goofy lil face and their Prettiness TM

Oh buddy this ask is an annoying person’s(me) dream. Ill do a little tldr on Yevate

-They use they/him pronouns. No problems with being perceived as masc/male or being referred to as “brothers” when with their half brother Tavarne

-theyre a shadow monk rogue with shogun protagonist energy. Like seriously, he goes “heh” before he punches someone. Absolute loser behavior please point and laugh at them

-notable battle skill? Being unconscious. Asking everyone else in the party to please heal please please heal him he’s bleeding out

-they admire Wylls Blade of the Frontiers persona and how cool and heroic he is. Wyll is,,, trying to help them be an actual hero and not just challenge every stranger to a duel. Its a very Roger and Jessica Rabbit relationship “what do you see in that guy” “he makes me laugh” dynamic

[theradicalscrivener]

I think one of the reasons I like you so much as an author, is that your stories involving cock shrinking aren't always about humiliating the guy who got their cock shrunk. And that the shrinking is not a punishment for cheating or jealousy, or a cuckolding fantasy (which is the most common kind of stories I find that involve cock shrinking written with straight couples in mind). Maybe it's because your stories focus on gay men and relationships, so it doesn't get stuck on ideas of patriarchal masculinity.

It's very difficult to find anyone writing about small dick/cock shrinking where the guy appreciates it or loves it. I think that's one of the reasons I always will cherish Acorn.

Even though you do include humiliation in those stories sometimes... I just really like how you you approach it. I think I especially love when you add a little of appreciation even in primarily humiliation stories. Like in Gifted Exchange, where a small part of Blake seems to enjoy his tiny dick even if he is full of despair about it. He doesn't like it, necessarily. But a small part of him enjoys it. And that makes me crazy. I'm obsessed with that feeling.

Well, that's all I wanted to write. Hopefully I wasn't too weird.

Good luck on your projects!

Funny story up top. When I wrote No Dick December, I didn't know that this was an established genre or that there was a market for it. It was literally a comment I heard made by a douchey co-worker at work. He was like "girls who participate in no shave november are going to participate in no dick december" and I was like. Wow. What a douchebag and oh. That's a fun idea. It was fun because it let me experiment with some of my darker thoughts, but once I realized that this was a genre that was already established, I was like. Oh, that's really cool actually. I love weird transformation stories, but I get really burnt out on going really dark. Wouldn't it be fun if I did a dink shrink story that was also kind of fun?

It kind of tied into an idea that I enjoyed with hyper stuff. Like, there's a point where the initial rush begins to wear off, and the dude is like. Oh shit. This won't fit in my pants. This is a bad idea. I need to not do this, but there's a dark urge in the back of his mind like. Dude, this fucking rocks! I really love toying with the idea of like, the logical mind being like. Wait. This is bad, right? and the... maybe not horny mind. More like, the part of this person's mind that is honest with themselves even though it flies in the face of what others would say.

Like, Acorn was really big about this. I referenced Travis's gym bros repeatedly in the story but they never actually show up until the epilogue. Every scene, even the ones that don't take place at the diner, Travis is either alone or with someone who is encouraging him. I think that had he gone to the gym after his first training shift and it was there that he started to realize that his dick was a little smaller, he may have panicked. Like, his gym bros would have been like

"It's not that cold in here, dude," *snicker*

"Shut up. It's still way bigger than yours..."

I don't think Travis would have quit right then and there, but he would have spiraled harder.

In fact, I had originally written a scene where Travis runs into one of his gym bros at the showers before class. (After he and Curtis had fooled around in the cafeteria). It was... I don't think it was a bad scene, but Travis was very passive during it. Curtis basically had to defend him, and I was like... I don't think Travis is ready for this. I want him to be able to defend himself. It's important for his personal growth that he's the one standing up to this guy. Also, it was a bit of a downer and I really liked how fun and flirty the whole story had been despite teasing these ideas that Travis had these anxiety issues.

Come to think of it "anxiety issues" defines a lot of my favorite characters. Troy was a bundle of nerves at the beginning before the twins really got him to relax. He still spirals every so often, but he's not as anxious as before. Devon and Noah were side characters that were really not intended to have a major impact on the story, but I got kinda fascinated by them.

Devon isn't as overtly anxious as other characters, but he does have some issues that are more a result of like, he's a quiet/shy person but also intensely independent and he was kind of infantalized by his family so this whole wanting to be independent vs slowly realizing that he did need to ask for help sometimes vs not wanting to be treated the way he was treated by his family kind of made the core of his internal issues.

Noah, however, is very much the archetype I mentioned earlier which is this dude is super anxious and finds out that not only is he super into something kinda freaky, but he has the ability to reach out and grab it. He's that type of character cranked to 11 which makes him a lot of fun. Also, every time I get a chance to have Noah and Rex feed off of each others' vibes is a ton of fun. I know some people are like "why did you make Noah so small" the answer is, I set his size based off of Rex's. I wanted him to have an almost literal imp on his shoulder.

But typing back to your original point, I feel like I often like to play off this idea that even the humiliation is enjoyable to a certain degree, and that both feeds the enjoyment which feeds the humiliation which feeds the enjoyment... Even in a non humiliation setting this feedback loop of "I shouldn't be enjoying this, but the fact that I am enjoying it makes it more fuck uo, which makes the fact that I shouldn't be enjoying it even *more* fucked up which makes the enjoyment even great!" it just a very fun spiral to go down.

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The Ship of Dreams - 3/? | snowbaird fanfiction

A/N: The meeting is here, though it comes about somewhat differently than the movie. Hope you still enjoy.

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Chapter 3 -

Later that evening at dinner, Coriolanus felt a great tension start to build in and around him. Tigris had stayed in the cabin, not feeling well, so he didn’t have her to look to for support, and the others sitting around the table weren’t of much help to him either. Grandma’am and Livia were chatting about the wedding he didn’t want to be a part of. The others were newcomers they’d met on the ship, and they were talking about god knows what. The whole scene just made him think about his future and how bleak it looked.

What would he have to look forward to? More parties on yachts? Polo matches? The wedding of the century? He felt the urge to claw at his neck, for blood to pierce through, to see if that would matter, if anyone would notice. He doubted anyone would. He had a responsibility to the family, to see things through as they were fit, but what about himself? What about what he wanted, needed? Didn’t anyone care about those things?

He knew Tigris cared, but she was so non-confrontational, too much so to do anything about it. She could listen, but sometimes listening wasn’t enough. He needed more.

To prevent himself from making a scene as he’d done earlier in the day, he excused himself quietly, saying he needed some fresh air. Livia and Grandma’am looked up at him briefly and then resumed their conversation.

Typical, he thought, exiting the dining area and making his way to the deck as quickly as possible as soon as he had.

Once he got there, he moved with purpose, his feet moving faster than he’d intended, eager to get to the back of the ship, because just outside the interior rooms wasn’t enough. He needed to see the wide, dark ocean stretch out in front of him in all directions. He needed to feel free.

Lucy Gray, lying across a bench nearby, looking up at the stars, a thin coat wrapped around her small frame, heard the stalking man coming down the deck. She lifted her head when he passed by her, a quiet gasp on her lips as she realized it was the same man she’d been staring at earlier that day.

He was even more beautiful up close, but something about his demeanor troubled her. He was certainly walking faster than he needed to for an evening stroll, but he also was blind to anyone on his left or his right, a determined destination in mind, she watched as he walked right on by and sat up on her bench to see where he’d be going.

Swallowing down any fear she had about approaching someone so above her, she climbed off of her bench and pursued him down the deck. When she reached where he had stopped, she saw his hands were gripping the top of the railing, his knuckles white with how hard they were holding on, and his left foot was on the bottom bar, looking very much like it wanted to lift up and the other foot join it.

A terrible thought filled her head.

“Don’t do it!” she said urgently, approaching him tentatively so he wouldn’t do anything stupid, but with haste.

For Coriolanus, the woman’s presence shocked him, and briefly his troubles melted away. He frowned and looked at her, his foot coming down off the railing, and his hands relaxed as he turned towards her.

“Don’t do what?” he asked, though his thoughts quickly returned to why he was out here, and he felt them bubbling up inside him again.

“Oh.” Her shoulders slumped. “I thought…” She shook her head. “Silly of me.”

He tilted his head, analyzing her. She was very pretty but clearly third-class. It was daring of her to try to intervene with whatever he was trying to do. And what could she do in the end if jumping overboard seemed like the best route? She was small. She could call for help, but what good would that do if he’d already jumped into the ocean?

Not that he was planning on doing that. He had responsibilities, after all, and he wasn’t quite that reckless.

Besides, he had Tigris to consider. She’d be crushed.

“Join me,” he said, feeling a little reckless.

Lucy Gray pulled her coat tighter around her body and came to stand beside him at the railing. It was quite cold this evening, especially here so close to the water with the wind whipping around them. But her face felt so hot, as she glanced over at him. He really was gorgeous, and those eyes of his…a sharp, piercing blue. Whatever had possessed her to go after him was beyond her. Barb Azure was right. She needed to find a pretty specimen in her own class.

“What are you doing out here so late at night?” he asked her, and she pursed her lips.

“Looking at the stars,” she replied. “It’s so clear out here on the water. You can see them all.”

Coriolanus looked up briefly, and Lucy Gray saw his adam’s apple bob. She looked away quickly, lest she do something even more reckless like turn him towards her and try to suck on it.

It would be hard, being so much shorter, but she didn’t give up easily.

“They are beautiful,” he admitted, looking back down at her.

She stretched out her hand to distract – and introduce – herself.

“Lucy Gray Baird.”

He smiled genuinely and shook her hand.

“Coriolanus Snow.”

“Cor-io-la-nus.” She licked her lips. “Might need you to write that one down for me.”

He chuckled.

“It is a tongue twister. Why don’t you call me Coryo for short?”

Call him? She quieted her gasp. Was he planning on associating with her during their time on the ship?

“What are you doing out here so late at night…Coryo?” she asked.

He gripped the railing again, flexing his fingers on it.

“Just…thinking.”

She tilted her head.

“Thinking about what?”

“About how life could be different if I wasn’t first-class.”

She scrunched up her nose.

“Your quarters would be much smaller for sure.”

“Like yours?”

She nodded.

“Hardly any space on the bed,” she complained, and he chuckled. “Not that I’m complaining. Before I landed my tickets on this ship, I was sleeping under a bridge with my cousins.”

“How many cousins do you have?” he asked, suddenly intrigued, her story taking his mind off his current predicament.

“Two,” she said. “Barb Azure, who’s about my age, and little Maude Ivory, who just turned nine. She’s quite the little singer, that Maude Ivory. I can sing too, and I do for our little band, our Covey, back home. But she has the voice of an angel, especially for one so young.”

Coriolanus was fascinated.

“You play guitar.”

“I-yes.” She blinked. “How did you…?”

“I noticed you earlier today. Unless I’m confusing you with someone else.” He looked briefly troubled. “Weren’t you playing your guitar with your cousins just down the way…” He gave a little head nod to point in the opposite direction. “It was lovely music.”

“Yeah, that was us.” She avoided his gaze that was now solidly placed on her face and maybe even…her lips?

“You stopped to stare at me, if I recall correctly. Why’d you do that?”

“Well, you’re gorgeous,” she blurted. Hesitantly meeting his eyes to find a sly smirk crossing his face. Then she looked away again, this time out into the ocean. “Anyone would stare.”

He watched her as she looked away and wished she’d look at him again. It didn’t make any sense, but he felt this overpowering desire to kiss her. Like that would make all his problems go away, when in reality it would probably make them worse. Still, he couldn’t remember the last time Livia had called him attractive with any sort of descriptor like gorgeous, if ever.

She often just brought him down. She was good at it too. Tigris and Grandma’am complimented him occasionally, but not recently. And they usually used the word handsome. Gorgeous was something else. Something he could get addicted to.

But before he could respond, a familiar, annoying voice interrupted them.

“Ugh. There you are. What are you doing out here?” Livia announced herself, walking over to them.

Lucy Gray immediately stepped away, recognizing the beautiful young woman she’d seen earlier in the day.

“Livia.” He sounded annoyed. “This is-” He started gesturing to Lucy Gray, but she cut him off.

“I don’t care who this is. You’re needed downstairs. You’ve had enough fresh air to last a lifetime. Come on.”

She tugged him away from the railing, and he sent an apologetic smile Lucy Gray’s way. She waved halfheartedly in return.

“If you ever play your guitar again,” he called out. “Please let me know.”

“Coriolanus,” Livia snapped.

But Lucy Gray was delighted.

“We actually have a performance tomorrow night down on E-deck. It’ll be a little dusty, a little loud, but-”

“I’ll be there.” He grinned, and she went up on her tip toes, happiness soaring through her. “Goodnight, Lucy Gray.”

She waved again.

“Goodnight, Coryo.”

He was forced to turn around then as Livia barked at him about telling some strange third-class tramp a nickname for him. But Lucy Gray could only giggle and smile to herself as she turned back out to the ocean.

He was going to come to her show.

[laterlavender]

Alright, how about 1 and 2?

Also who do you consider to be your tav's canon love interest?

Weeeee thank you for indulging me *^*

*cracks knuckles*

I italicized keywords in my responses if ppl are just skimming & want the TLDR

Tell us about your Tav! Name, class and subclass, race, pronouns. Do you have a headcanon for where they're from? Their family? Are they a Dark Urge? Or did you choose an Origin Character? Was it an easy decision? (1)

Answers below the cut!

[Original Post here]

•Name: My Tav goes by Jubilee, a virtue name meaning celebration & revelry. Her given name is Dianthus (a classification for pink flowers), but she doesn't tell people this because it reminds her of her family & makes her sad. Also she thinks it sounds kind of uncool LOL

•Info: She's a college of lore bard, Mephistopheles tiefling, Criminal background, she's from Waterdeep and is about 23-25 years old, she/her!

•Ho boy family. She's not born of tieflings - she's the kind that pops out of nowhere in the lineage, so she was seen as a bad omen. >>Her father works for the city as a creator of legal documents, such as proof of citizenship & the like. When things went south he became an alcoholic >>Her mother was a well-known harpist & singer, where Jubilee got her love for music. She died in an accident (which Jubilee may or may not have caused) which caused their family to fall apart. >> She has an older sister named Odette who she has bad blood with & has not seen for years (jubilee may or may not have caused this as well)

•Character creation: I made Jubilee before the game & tweaked things as I went along so I didn't spend too long in the character creator because I knew exactly what I wanted

Was there something about the character creator that just couldn't capture your Character? Please tell us about their hair, facial hair, tattoos, piercings, disabilities, their trans or intersex body, or anything else you're comfortable sharing. (2)

Her body type, for one. She's pretty curvy/thick, especially in the legs. The shades for her hair & skin are hard to get right so she looks kind of crazy in some scenes ngl. And the piercings!! I'll have to make a detailed drawing of how I imagine them. I really like double nasallang piercings with chains. I didn't expect them to have any of these things tho LOL. I had planned for her to have braids, but not sailor moon hair - it grew on me & now it's her canon hair hehe

Who do I consider to be her canon romance?

Wyll! I had created her with the intention of romancing Astarion, but as I played I realized Wyll was the perfect match for her?? She & Astarion would trigger the shit out of each other & be awful as a couple lol. They had their little night in the woods (for bad reasons on both of their parts) but didn't sleep together again - not even at the party because he pissed her off with the 'I love you' comment

I think she & Astarion are similar in that they need someone more steady & down to earth to ground them; they'd make each other worse in the not-funny way

Wyll is a good fit for her because he's attentive & observant, & most importantly very openly affectionate. He isn't afraid to say how he feels & how much he adores you which she really needs in a partner. His openness makes it easier for her to be open as well. He sees the good in her when she can't; she helps him center himself more and to not always put everyone else before him. She also puts HIM first which he has a hard time accepting because he isn't used to it.

Surprisingly they have somewhat similar backstories in some ways - they just went polar opposite directions in how they dealt with their issues

And they both have a love for corny books and romantic fairytales & what more do you need than that??

TLDR Jubilee is a mess