#it's just. one of those 'real fucking tired of fandom' nights. the best cure is just going back and rewatching the source material

[asgardian--angels]

things I wish I could relive for the first time again:

that magical window where you finish a new piece of media, having watched/read it all by yourself with no fandom contact whatsoever, and you are just so happy about it, and full of interesting theories and takeaways, and just in love with it as a gorgeous piece of art.

because I swear to god as soon as you join the fandom for anything, you're bombarded with how you're supposed to view characters and their arcs, how you're supposed to morally and ethically judge the plot and the ways it apparently failed to present the right message, and if you don't you'll either be shunned for not sharing the popular headcanons or you'll be harassed for not criticizing the source material enough.

like how is it that the fans of a piece of media are also the ones being the most negative about it? If I like a show or a movie or a book, well, I liked it. That's kind of the point. I'm actually not here to tear it apart and talk about how it didn't live up to standards other people had! I enjoyed it for what it was, and forcing myself to find negative things to say about it doesn't actually bring me more enjoyment of it or reap any benefit to me. Fandom's a double-edged sword; you want to join a community to share your love for a piece of art, and the price you pay for a modicum of joy is a mountain of negativity. that's one main reason that I never engage with fandom until I'm completely done with a show, because if I was plugged into all of that commentary and discourse during the process, I'd be completely colored by how I'm expected to interpret everything this piece of art is presenting to me without being able to even form my own opinions.

[blackmissfrizzle]

Title: A Match Made in Hell -Part 2

Read Part 1

Summary: The reader works with Sam to cure Dean

Pairing: demon!dean x black!reader, Crowley

Word Count: 3226

Warnings: Smut, violence, angst, fluff

A/N: This is for all my black girls who love Supernatural but don’t get the chance to see themselves in the show or in the fandom

Soulmates. You and Dean were soulmates, well according to your dad. But it made sense. You were always drawn to the eldest Winchester.

At first you and Dean had a love-hate relationship, because he thought you were a spoiled brat who was pretending to be a badass and you thought he was an overprotective misogynistic asshole.

Once he witnessed you in action his opinion of you changed and you two got along great. You would play pranks on Sam together, had inside jokes, confided in each other, he allowed you to drive Baby whenever you wanted to, and you even started to share a bed with him, despite the fact that you could afford your own room.

Of course you two had your up and downs. The main one was when Azazel ratted you out as a half demon to Dean before he killed him. Dean was hurt by your betrayal but he allowed you a head start before he tried to kill you.

Along with Bobby, you were able to convince the boys to forgive you. You explained to them that their father found you and threatened to kill your reformed demon best friend, if you didn’t go to Stanford and keep an eye out on Sam. You guess you were always fated to be in their life.

The boys forgave you and the three of you set out to save Dean from going to the pit. That year you two became closer. This time you didn’t have to lie to him. So, you told him of how your father killed your mom when you were a baby, how you had to constantly fight off demons from kidnapping you during your childhood, and how your dad sent your best friend to be an evil influence on you, but it backfired on him because all she wanted to be was human.

It wasn’t until Bobby pointed out that you realized you were in love with Dean. You were so in love with him that you summoned your father and had lunch with him, trying to find a way out of Dean’s crossroads deal; that should’ve been a major clue that he was your soulmate.

Or when Dean came back from hell, that was a major clue as well. The day he was brought back you felt a lightness and warmth in your chest. You dropped everything you were doing and went to Bobby’s and found Dean there. You didn’t even question if he was really himself, you just knew.

When Dean started to lie to Sam about not remembering his time in Hell, you didn’t rat him out. Somehow, maybe because of your powers, his nightmares about his time there became your nightmares. It began to be too much because they felt so real that you couldn’t even sleep at night. But you continued to suffer in silence because you wanted Dean to confide in you on his own time.

Only that time never came. He sought out comfort in Anna instead and slept with her. For you that was the biggest betrayal, but you didn’t confront him. You kept it a secret and stayed with him, which was another big sign because you never stayed with anyone who cheated on you before. But the secret didn’t last long. When you found the prophet, Chuck he accidentally revealed that you found Dean and Anna fucking in the back of Baby. That’s when things really went south for you two.

Then, the damn Apocalypse came. Even though you were prophesied to be married to Lucifer, your heart always belonged to Dean even when his didn’t belong to you.

No matter how hurtful it was you choose to let Dean go when he choose to stay with Lisa when Sam sacrificed himself. Dean deserved the normal life and you weren’t able to give it to him because of your powers.

With Sam gone and Dean retired from hunting, you gave up the life as well. Before you started hunting with the Winchesters you were a fed and a former governmental assassin, but you gave that up as well and worked at your family’s Fortune 500 company.

You didn’t see Dean again til Sam called you to come back, when they sent Bobby to the afterlife after he became a ghost.

Before he left, Bobby fussed at you two, “You two idjits better get it together. You need him and she needs you.” Although, you loved Bobby, you didn’t listen to him and you didn’t see Dean for another couple of years until you ran into him in Garth’s hospital room.

Now you spent almost every waking moment with Dean. The past couple of weeks with Dean has been filled with sex, booze, and brawls. Whenever you were near Dean, you would give into your hedonistic demonic desires. But the moment you stepped away you would regret everything. Well, everything but the sex; it was mind-blowing and from time to time you and Dean would bring a girl back to the room.

Sometimes you gained the courage and suggest to Dean that you get Sam’s help and turn him back human. Dean would instantly get irritated and tell you to drop it, and then commence to fuck you into submission until you apologize for your dumbass request.

But you weren’t the only one getting tired of Dean’s antics. Crowley was tired of them as well. The last straw was when Dean killed the client of a crossroads deal instead of his wife.

Crowley was disappointed in Dean’s refusal to get with his plans to rule hell with him, so he finally caved when you said you needed Sam to fix Dean.

You and Crowley teleported to outside Sam’s motel room and he looked like shit. His arm was in a sling, eyes sunken, and he seemed to have lost some weight.

“Hello, Bullwinkle.” Crowley called to Sam.

You ran to Sam to give him a hug and he pulled you back to inspect you, checking for wounds. “Are you okay? Why didn’t you call me,” the gentle giant asked.

“Too busy raising hell with her soulmate,” Crowley quipped. Sam raised his eyebrows at you to confirm if Crowley was telling the truth and you shaked your head yes to back up the King of Hell.

Sam ran his hand over his face in shock. “Wow. Okay.” Then he pointed Ruby’s blade at Crowley, “But why is he here?”

You pushed Sam’s arm down and looked back at Crowley, “He’s here to help. He’s gonna give you Dean back.”

Confused, Sam blurted out, “What?”

“The little prat’s bad for business. He’s...uncontrollable. Must be the mark. Even his lovely soulmate can’t rein him in.” Crowley elaborated.

After trading the First Blade for Dean’s location, Crowley left you with Sam and y’all came up with a plan to get Dean home.

Dean was sitting at a piano when you walked in. “Hiya, Sam, Y/N.” You stood there silently as Sam and Dean were talking. Sam was trying his hardest to convince Dean to take the cure but Dean was having none of it.

You finally found your voice when Dean threatened Sam.  “ ‘Cause right now, I’m doing all I can not to come over there and rip your throat out...with my teeth.”

Taking a step towards Dean, you tried to appeal to his humanity. “C’mon Dean, you don’t mean that. He’s your brother. Let him help you.”

Dean tilted his glass of liquor at you, “You. You stay out of this. Just wait til later.” You gulped nervously , you didn’t know if it was as out of fear or lust. But for one thing it sure wasn’t good.

Sam continued to plead with Dean when the bar was filled with a smoke bomb. When you exited the bar some Jermey Renner wannabe punched you and Sam, only he managed to knock Sam out.

You watched as him and Dean fought. He claimed Dean killed his dad years ago and this was his revenge. Dude might’ve had a small chance to take out Dean if he was still human, but he was way over his head now that Dean was a demon.

The fight got brutal at the end, Dean had him bloody and broken, but surprisingly Dean let him live. Sam was able to catch Dean off-guard and get the demon cuffs on him. It hurt your heart to hear Dean scream in agony from the holy water, but you knew it was the best for him.

After giving Crowley the First Blade, Sam drove you guys back to the bunker. And if you weren’t occupied with curing Dean you would’ve explored the place.

You could hear the pain the shots of human blood was giving Dean.  That was why you standing outside the dungeon instead of giving Sam back up, it was too tough to be in there.

Sam came out, face discouraged after giving Dean his latest shot. “How you doin’, Sammy?”

He smiled at you using his nickname. You were the only other person besides Dean he let's call him that. “Alright. He just trying to get under my skin.” Sam grabbed your shoulder to check on you. “How are you? Why won’t you go in?”

“I can’t be that close to him, Sam.” You leaned against the wall and continued, “The whole soulmate thing is true. Soon as Dean went all demonic, so did I. Me being near him is bad, because I wanna give into my worst desires. And right now those desires want me to take you down and release him.”

“Listen, Y/N. I get it. But if you can resist Lucifer and suppress your powers, then you can resist Dean. I just— I just need you to talk to him. Maybe you can get through to him, please.” Sam begged you with his puppy dog eyes and walked off.

Ok, Y/N. You can do this. Just stay pissed at him the whole time. Dean lifted his head when he heard you enter and he had that stupid ass smirk on his face.

“Oh, look who’s here! It’s the love of my life. Ready to break daddy out?”

“Dean, you’re not going anywhere until you’re cured.”

Dean tilted his head to the side to look at you in a different light. This was his favorite look on you. Your hair was styled in your normal twist-out. You had a flannel shirt and jeans that hugged your curves just right.

“Is that so?”

“Yup,” you replied with popping the p.

He sniffed the air. “Then why can I smell you all the way over here?”

You squirmed trying not to let Dean know he was affecting you. “Mmm. I know that look. What do you want? Is it my fingers? Is it my mouth?” He traced his lips seductively with his tongue. “Or is it my dick?”

“N-nnn-none of it,” You stuttered greatly. “I’m not having sex with you right now.”

“Ok fine. We’ll have to get creative.” Dean stared at the ceiling pondering on what fun he could have with you. He had that devilish smirk once an idea came.”Touch yourself.” He ordered.

“What? No.” You instantly denied his request. But you did feel that slickness between your thighs that made you want to say yes.

“Touch. Yourself. I won’t say it again,” Dean demanded.

What the hell, you thought. As long as you didn’t get near Dean, everything would be fine. You unbuttoned your pants and dipped your hand inside your pants when Dean’s voice stopped you.

“Uh huh. Go slower. Caress your body like I would. Start with your tits.”

You did just as Dean instructed. You roamed your hands all over your body and pulled your breasts out to play with them as well. It didn’t feel as good as Dean’s but with him tied up and helpless, watching you please yourself was a different type of euphoria.

Feeling bold you popped one of your breasts in your mouth and sucked on it ravishingly. That earn you a grunt from Dean. You continued to tease him by staring directly in his eyes as you sucked on your fingers, twirling your tongue around them as it was his dick. This time Dean snarled and his eyes turned black,

“Awww, is the big bad demon mad that he can’t get any pussy,” you taunted.

“You’re gonna regret that later, sweetheart.”

“Mmm there won’t be a later. You’ll be gone and I’ll have my old Dean back.”

Finally done teasing yourself, you dipped two fingers inside of your sopping entrance. You let out a sigh of ecstasy and continued your assault.

“Lemme see it, baby girl.  Lemme see my pussy,” Dean groaned.

Too far gone, you decided not to correct Dean on the ownership of your pussy and you used your powers to move your pants and underwear down your legs. With them out of the way you had better access which produce a better sensation.

The longer you went on, the more moans and groans came out of your mouth. “You wish that was me making you make those sounds, sweetheart?”

“Mmhmm,” you bit your bottom lip.

“Oh you’re so fuckin’ beautiful right now. I wish I were inside of you. Do you want daddy’s dick?” Dean edged you on.

“Yessss. I want daddy’s dick.” Feeling your orgasm mount up, you pumped your fingers faster and used your powers to put pressure on your clit.

“Daddy, I’m so close. I’m about to cum. Can I...can I please cum, daddy?” You banged your head against the wall, but you didn’t care because you were so far gone.

“Look at daddy and don’t take your eyes off of me.” Dean instructed. You did as you were told and leveled your eyes to meet Dean’s. Once your eyes were on him, he gave one last order. “Now cum.”

“Shit, shit, shit. I’m cum-cumming!.” The orgasm was so intense that you almost doubled over.

You finally caught your breath and made yourself decent again. Dean tried to convince you to come finish him off, but you declined and left him sitting there with the most excruciating blue balls.

Deciding to kill time, you were in the library reading up on some African lore when Sam crept behind you. He was panicking and told you that Dean got out and to follow him.

You were lucky you had Sam as a guide, because with your luck you would’ve bumped into Dean on your own. After Sam turned off the power, you followed him as Dean continued to threaten him throughout the halls like a bad horror movie.

Thankfully Sam was able to trap Dean in the electrical room but that didn’t last long because he soon started hacking into the door with a hammer.

Sam pleaded with Dean to stop, but it didn’t affect him.

He wanted blood and he was determined it was gonna be Sam’s.

“ ‘Cause there’s just enough demon left in me that killing you ain’t no choice at all. And you,” Dean pointed the hammer at you, “I’m gonna make you watch as I kill him and then I’ll fuck you in the pool of your best friend’s blood.”

Ok, even your demonic half didn’t like that. It was time to cure this crazy ass motherfucker.

Dean snuck up on you and Sam in the hallway. Sam got the upper hand and had the blade up to Dean’s neck while Dean goaded him to do it. But thank God for divine intervention, because Castiel came in time to

subdue Dean.

It was a miracle. Dean’s eyes no longer turned black, he was a regular degular human again. You and Cas stood in the library as Sam went to get Dean a bunch of junk food.

“Did you know?” You questioned the angel. He raised his eyebrows in confusion.

“Me. Dean. The whole soulmate thing,” you waved your hands towards the sky.

“Oh, yes. I had an inkling. You two were so in sync with each other, that being soulmates only made sense.”

Sighing, you rubbed your eyes. “I wished you would’ve told me, Cas.”

“Y/N, remember the whole team free will thing? I didn’t want to drop that on you two. And you guys were in a rough patch when I found out. I don’t think it would have helped much,” your angelic friend reminded you.

“You’re right, Cas.” Pointing behind you, you asked him, “Do you mind if I talk to him first?”

Cas waved his hand, “No, go talk to your soulmate.”

You knocked on the door twice before you heard Dean yell come in. His room was simply decorated and it all reminded you of him.

“I thought you’d be running for the hills by now,” Dean admitted.

“Can’t get rid of me that fast, Winchester. How you feeling?”

“Better. Now that I’m demon free.” Dean stood up from the bed, “Y/N, I just wanted to say I’m sor—“

You sat on Dean’s bed and pulled on his hand for him to join you. “Don’t you dare apologize, Dean Winchester. It’s not your fault, understand?”

Dean rubbed circles on your hand. He didn’t know if it was to comfort you or him. “Sweetheart, if it wasn’t for me, you’d be home with your boyfriend right now. Probably watching Netflix and not in the middle of this mess.”

“Ugh, him. I was about to break up with him anyway. He’s too boring.” You made a gagging face as you talked about your future ex-boyfriend. “I regret only a little of this time we spent together. I rediscovered why I love you. Yeah we did some crazy things. I regret the fights and my liver will probably regret the booze, but other than that it’s been a great time. C’mon the sex.” You slapped his shoulder, “The sex was AMAZING! Even in the dungeon, it was great. Next time we’ll make sure you’re not a demon and not tied up against your will. The only thing I regret about our sex, is I didn’t get to make love to the real you first.”

Dean lifted his eyebrows up suggestively, “Next time?”

You punched him in the shoulder playfully. “Are you serious? I’m practically confessing my love to you and all you care about is dungeon sex?”

Dean pulled you in his lap and nuzzled your neck.”You love me?”

“Yes, you idjit!” Dean proceeded to kiss you. It was unlike the kisses during these past few weeks. It felt like him. It tasted like him without the taint of being a demon.

“I love you too. Stay here with me. I know it’s not a billionaire dollar mansion, but I can make it worthwhile.

“I can’t.”

Dean pulled back from you. He was offended by your denial. “What do you mean by no? Weren’t you just professing your love to me?”

You brought Dean closer to you. “I do love you, but that’s why I need the space. These past weeks I lost myself in you and I vowed I would never lose myself in any man. I’m gonna work on me and look for how to get rid of that,” you gestured to the Mark of Cain. “I promise I’ll come back.”

“You promise?” Dean asked as he grabbed your hips.

“I promise. Besides the sex is too bomb to leave you anyway.”

Dean burst out laughing and it was your favorite sound from him. “I guess we’re really a match made in heaven, huh?”

You shrugged your shoulders and suggested jokingly, “Or hell. Either way we’re perfect for each other.”

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[themadpuppy85]

Summoning Candyman Epilogue ( Jumin X Reader fanfic)

Fandom: Mystic Messenger Rating : M  Summary: “Jumin Han, Jumin Han, Jumin Han” you repeated in front of the mirror. When you wished for Jumin to be real on Halloween night, you didn’t expect him to turn out to be a criminal lord with a strange pet fetish…  Keywords: Super AU, self-insert, loss of control kink, pet kink, creepy dominant Jumin, criminal setting, yandere, also some Yoosung X Seven and Jaehee X Zen Author’s Notes: Apologies to everyone who expected super filthy sex – after the last scene in chapter 8, my beta and I came to the conclusion that there was nothing left to add, so this epilogue is mainly to tie up the loose ends (though I remain open to the idea of an extra chapter of smut because who doesn’t love more of that, right? XD) That said, it transits nicely for the next project, which I let you discover at the end ~ enjoy!

Chapter 1 / Chapter 2 / Chapter 3 / Chapter 4 / Chapter 5 / Chapter 6 / Chapter 7 / Chapter 8

Chapter 9: Epilogue

“You know, I never understood why he chose to bury you here. It’s just so…not you” Simon stressed, then frowned at his inability to express himself better. He didn’t mean the emplacement of her grave, not really; no one could have argued that the place wasn’t as exceptionally beautiful as the girl it guarded. Delicate flowers constantly bloomed around the headstone, like each of them was a tear from the angel engraved at its top; even the leaves of the willows surrounding it seemed to weep with gentle elegance, which was everything Erika had been.  Gentle. Elegant. And weeping, though most of them were too jaded or tactful to remember that fact. 

“Wouldn’t it be wonderful to live in a world without suffering, Simon?..” she used to ask. Hopeful, at first, as all idealists are; no amount of problems ever seem too many for serious caritative work to overcome, especially once the cure for the lentivirus was found. Years and repetition, however, slowly moved her focus from those solved to those remaining, until simple math laid the truth bare; it’d never be enough.  For one tree of misery down, a whole forest grew in its place; and while a more philosophical person would have argued that it was even more reason to keep trying, Erika’s fire turned inwards instead.  Guilt for those she was unable to save burned her soul like a fiery sun, and whereas despair drove her mind to radical cultism in the first loop, here she just escaped her cousin’s fretful watch, picked a bunch of syringes and walked straight into an odopium den.

With predictable results, considering the crazed junkies inside, although he wasn’t sure she had anticipated just how utterly brutal a death it would be. If not for herself, then for her loved ones; he couldn’t believe she was so far gone that she hadn’t considered how traumatizing it would be for Yvan to scrap her remains off the floor.  Perhaps she had simply thought they’d choke or bludgeon her to get the drug, and that eternal darkness wouldn’t come first soaked in red.  

Or maybe she did know, and chose to do it nonetheless; it’s not like she left a note to explain any of it. V swore it had been suicide by proxy and nothing else, and though it had certainly had been, Simon liked to think there had been more to it; that her recklessness had in fact been defiance, like a giant middle finger to the Fates that governed this world. It comforted him like a mug of hot chocolate, whenever he thought too hard about his own predicament, to imagine there had been meaning to an otherwise pointless end; to entertain that perhaps she had known, too, and sought her own exit. The theory that her own script prescribed that she always brought people down with her could be as good as any, after all; it was possible that she tried a scenario where it didn’t mean for innocents or her fiancé to suffer needlessly.

Not that she could verify it or that it actually worked even a teensy little bit; as such, he supposed Jehan’s choice of scenery made some kind of sense, at least on a symbolic level. Erika slept forever in her little plot of paradise, and the path to it was bordered with hellish gore; people who were crucified, dismembered, hanging by their entrails in a chorus of agonized moans that could be heard all the way up to the bridge like supplicants waiting to cross to the other side, her side, where forgiveness and peace might wait.

They certainly wouldn’t find any on this side. Identifiable as Jumin as Jehan might be, he had none of his Christian faith or capacity for mercy; and while V might have once have the heart to influence his friend, this version actually thanked him for being so gruesome.  Simon would have called it a perversion of the established order, but the recent events made him doubt he could even cling to that as a reference to what was supposed to be.

Hence why he was here.

“I don’t know where to begin, to be honest” he said out loud. Thoughts were bouncing in his head like in a ping-pong game, and it was hard to pick what was the most important. “I know you’d say to start with the beginning, but there’s not much on that side. We found the Chinese goods – thankfully, God, we did, otherwise I don’t know how many people Jehan would have shot to motivate us, I mean he was so pissed when his pet had her meltdown—” he rambled, then winced at his choice of words. There was really no hope if even he had internalized her as pet rather than girl, which was both the crux of the problem and not.

“It broke Yvan, in any case” he continued with practiced detachment.  He wasn’t sure if he had seen the girl or not, but the crazed look in his eyes when he had raced in his apartment left no doubt that he had pieced enough to understand, and, well — Simon had done his best to distract him with his dick, but hadn’t been able to stay hard very long once Yvan suggested he could be his puppy.  It wasn’t just the frail way he said it, like he was trying to make the girl’s plight okay by embracing it too, but his own reaction to the idea; for a brief second, he had been tempted to agree. It’d be trading a scar for another, sure, but Yvan would be happy, and—

He had snarled in disgust, at himself, as a warning, and Yvan hadn’t understood and ran away in tears, and he had been left... not caring, because he really didn’t, but... wondering. For all the worsening of the loop, it was still the first time he thought Yvan could have been happy.

And the girl was happy too, from what he understood. It was a horrible kind of happy, but she was happy nonetheless, blissfully so, apparently. Rumour had it that she rolled at Jehan’s feet every night in an imitation of a cat begging to be played with, with no sound out her lips but mewls of delight. Not that Jehan ever confirmed it, but the walls weren’t totally soundproofed, and she wasn’t exactly discreet in her appreciation of him. And if that was truly the case, then…

“I suppose I should mention her friend too, before going any further” he sighed. It hadn’t been pleasant to go behind his brother’s back and check the logs of his “volunteers” – poor saps who didn’t know better and were roped in with promises of a fat paycheck and an entry point into Jehan’s organization. Once they realized they were to be used as lab rats for his odopium’s experimentations until madness ensued, it was typically much too late.

He wondered if Maria had known the risks and still soldiered on for the sake of her friend, or if her demise at been by design. Another wish gone wrong, phrased wrong, “please, God, give me another opportunity to reach her”, and the next morning in the newspapers, that treacherous ad shining like gold—

Not that it mattered. The only detail of importance was that she hadn’t succeeded, because the previous times her role had; and while he at first had chalked it up to the worsening of the loop, suddenly he wasn’t so sure. Her death, cruel as it was, had after all reinforced the chances of the girl becoming Jehan’s pet, and thus, happy—

And, well, what if the loop wasn’t worsening every time, as he first assumed, but just… reverting?

Which was easily the most horrifying theory he ever had. To think perhaps what he considered the first world was in fact the last, and that the pendulum was just swinging back to its previous status quo, and that everyone would soon become so… twistedly happy again?

He’d rather die than ever having to find out what that meant for everyone, though he suspected dying wouldn’t be quite enough.

“I thought you would understand best” he confessed to the tomb. Since she made the same wish, in her way, it stood to reason she would give him her blessings was she alive.

“I’m going to make another wish to be free of the loop, ‘Rika” he admitted at last, his voice strengthening as his will took shape. “But not for myself, this time. I’m going to wish that every fucked up part of ourselves go their merry way to have their own brand of happy, in their own bibbity bobbity universe, I don’t give a shit as long as it let us return to what is right. Jumin will turn back into that good old robot we all know and love, and his Jehan part will go fuck girls into his obedient pets in another dimension, and it if it means I’m condemning a whole galaxy to misery, then so be it. I mean we’ll never know, right? We’ll be happy. And you’ll be too, this time, damn it.”

There was sudden gust of wind, a gentle breeze like a caress against his cheek, and he smiled one last time before pushing the words out his mouth:

“I wish…”

///THE END (…?)

A/N: “Puppy, why did you end it so quickly? We were just getting to the good part!” I hear you say. Not because I’m tired of writing, fear not, but because as I wrote this story I began to be more and more frustrated by the restraints of it being a fanfic – meaning I had to respect Jumin’s boundaries as a character, no matter how much I twisted him, and that severely limited me in what I could do with him. I dunno for you, but I want more – I want a story with a Jumin-type character where I can go all out on the kink scale without having to hold myself back because shit that’s not Jumin-esque enough. I want him psychopathic. I want him creepy as fuck. I want him out of his yandere mind at power 100000000000.

And so, I thought…why not? Better yet; why limit myself to written words? Why not a drama CD out of it, so we can lie on our beds and hear a sweet maniac romance us into being his pet?

For those still thirsting for MM, fear not, I still have Sharing is Caring to complete! For those who love the idea though, I leave you with this teaser while I prepare further material:

See you all soon! <3