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[cordiallyfuturedwight]

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[formulanni]

Logan Sargeant as The Hanged Man:

the Hanged Man tarot card teaches us the importance of surrender, patience, and gaining new perspectives in our own lives. This card’s message is particularly powerful when it appears in its upright position, symbolizing the positive aspects of letting go, sacrificing, and taking time to reflect.

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[pookiepiastri]

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[k0ppyi]

TWISTED WONDERLAND X SAWAKO KURONUMA! READER

characters: housewardens (minus Idia)

NOTE: the only reason I didn’t do Idia is bc I literally have no clue how to write him 🧍‍♀️. Also the writings a tad bit rushed

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Riddle has heard about you a few times amongst many students. He heard the most perplexing things like how you could sense spirits, how you were nicknamed “Sadako” from The Ring due to your creepiness, and that you were pure bad luck. He personally thought such rumors were ridiculous.

When he met you, he was quite startled when you popped out of nowhere to ask him directions to one of the supply rooms. He had willingly lead you there.

“Housewarden Riddle…you’re such a good person…!” You said shyly as he opened the supply closets room.

“What…?” He asked. He was quite shocked.

“W-well, you were kind enough to give me directions…and not just that, you were kind enough to walk me here too….! So I really do thank you!” You said. Riddles heartbeat fastened as he watched you smile. Many people have said that you were scary, that you were bad luck, that your smile could curse someone. But all he saw was an entirely sweet person in front of him.

“I-it’s no worry, really…” he muttered, his face incredibly red. When he went back to his dorm, he found out your actual name was not Sadako.

‘I’ll have to give them a proper greeting with their name tomorrow…’

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

He was uninterested in you. Sure, he heard about your nickname and your reputation, but really, those were all just rumors everyone talked about. Nothing interesting about you. Until you had wondered into the botanical gardens during passing period.

He saw you trying to tend to an injured bird.

“It’s okay, little birdie…I won’t hurt you…” you said quietly. The bird kept chirping and pecking at your hand.

“Hey you, what are you doing? That thing so clearly doesn’t like you.” Leona says. You turned to him in surprise.

“Well…I can’t just leave the poor bird here without any help..” you said as you stood up, the bird cupped in your hand. You looked as if you were hesitating to say something. “Could you help me..? I’m sure it’ll like you better than me..” you said. You moved up to the branch and offered the small bird to Leona. He looked at you, your pleading eyes were almost too much for him. He sighed and took the bird from you, carefully wrapping the bandage around its wing.

“Thank you, thank you a lot! You’re a very nice person!” You said with a smile. He froze as he looked at you, his tail wagged back on forth.

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

Upon hearing about you, Azul’s first thought was ‘a new client perhaps?’ Hearing about the rumors surrounding you would lead to him trying to get you to come to his office so he could persuade you into a contract with him. You sat in front of him.

“You needed me, Azul?” You asked. Your bangs dripped over your eyes and created a shadow over your face. Azul was quite scared, but it was too late to back down now.

“I’ve heard from quite a few people about your troubles now.” He smiled. Your face became a tinted pink out of embarrassment.

“Oh…oh, yes, I’m aware of it…” you muttered, feeling shy all of a sudden. He smiled.

“Well, what would you say to an offer?”

“An offer..?” Your eyes sparkled.

“Yes, an offer so that you can stop seeing these dark spirits!” He said, rather proudly. Your eyes widened.

“Oh! Azul, I really don’t see spirits!” You said hastily. You thought that he was talking about the fact you can’t communicate very well.

“What.” Azul said, dumbfounded. Embarrassment crept up in himself.

“Yes…I’m sorry for disappointing you…you probably had such high hopes…” you said, fiddling with your fingers.

“No! It’s just fine…! Not a worry!” He said, standing up. His face was red in embarrassment. “You may leave now…” he said, sitting down and covering his face.

“Tho…thank you for trying to help me…if I were to be seeing spirits, I would definitely come to you for help!” You said. You bowed and left. He looked up at the door as it closed, his face was red.

KALIM AL-ASIM

Kalim was quite interested in you. When he first heard the rumors about you, tho never seeing you, you were all he thought and talked about. He had called you Sadako for quite some time, but he got so curious to the point he learned your real name.

“Good morning! Your [Name] right?” Kalim asks, popping up in front of your desk. Your eyes lit up.

“Y-yes! Good morning!” You said. Your face was clearly ecstatic. That day Kalim had decided he would sit next to you during class. Kalim grew fond of you quite quickly, and he noticed how your smile and your happy face was the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. How come no one had ever realized it?

“[Name]…your smiles really pretty…” he said in a daze.

“Huh? Really…?” You said. You blushed a bit as he nodded. “Then…thank you, you’re a really nice and cheerful person, Kalim, I hope to be like you one day..” you muttered. Kalim only smiled and turned away with a scramble of thoughts.

VIL SCHOENHEIT

Vil had seen you looking at one of the photos of him placed around the town. How did he know it was you? Well, you were infamous for scaring people off, and everyone who you looked at ran away. He would often witness your interactions with classmates, but he never did anything.

“Excuse me….But if you need, I can play the role as the ghost…” You said as you stood at the door way of the club room. The Film Research Club was making a horror film, unfortunately, they were running low on cast members. Vil turned to you, relieved from his previous stress.

“You? I suppose it could be fitting. Alright then, I’ll put your name down. That is?”

“[Name]” he nodded and put the clip board down. The other members were whispering about you, Vil only glared at them and they went silent.

“Come, I’ll do your special effects make up.” Vil said, gesturing for you to follow over. As he did your make up, he noticed that you had many beauties to your face. It was quite a pity for him that he’d had to make you look horrifying.

After the film recording was over, you went up to Vil. “Vil, I just wanted to thank you for letting me take part in your film. I think that I was able to become more closer with my classmates thanks to it…” you said with a shy smile. Vil’s eyes softened at your smile. It was quite cute.

“No need to thank me, you were the one who volunteered after all.” He said.

“Tho, I do think I need a model for my make up brand, I think you would fit well on a poster. Do come meet me at my dorm if you’re interested” He whispered in your ears. You stepped back and nodded. You were very flustered. You bowed and left the room.

MALLEUS DRACONIA

He met you when you were walking around in the rain. He had no clue who you were, and neither did you. He had no umbrella, but you did. So what did you do? Help him! After all, your motto is “one good deed a day”

“Excuse me..! I couldn’t help but notice that you had no umbrella…I can walk you back to your dorm if you’d like.” You said, standing behind him. He turned around. He was quite shocked that someone had come and talked to him.

“Yes…that would be nice…” he said. You smiled and hovered the umbrella over both you and him. He was much taller than you. Your arm was slowly straining. “Allow me to hold it.” He said, taking the umbrella from your hand.

“Thank you…” you said. “Oh…Im [Name], what’s yours?” You asked. He tilted his head. Did you not know him? He smiled.

“You can call me whatever you may like.” He said. Perhaps you just didn’t know what Malleus Draconia looked like. He wouldn’t want to lose someone who wasn’t afraid of him. “I couldn’t possibly call you whatever…! It would really be nice if we could be friends…I don’t have much myself” you said.

“Oh? Why’s that?” He asked.

“I think everyone’s scared of me…I would be too, after all, I do look like Sadako from The Ring, right?” You asked. He gazed at you. He was unaware of who “Sadako” was or what “The Ring” was.

“I can…relate to that.” He said.

“Yes! See? We already have one thing in common. So please tell me your name.” He smiled softly.

“Malleus”

[monichailatte]

guyssssss I miss him :/

me when i’m talking to a m*n and i literally didn’t like him and went on to my friends abt how i didn’t and he’s so obsessed w me and i’m just meh but literally now am refreshing and staying up late to see if he texts back

[mingi-s-dimples]

At his mercy - hj

KINKTOBER DAY 24, REQ. BY anon

~"hongjoong tortures y/n by strapping a vibrator onto her pussy and tying her limbs, causing y/n to squirm and stop for him to make it stop. hongjoong edges y/n by turning the vibrator off everytime she's abt to come."

pairing: dom!hongjoong x sub fem!reader

genre: 18+, bdsm au

summary: one broken rule of his would bring you on the edge of being desperate and begging.. for him

wc: 3.2k

warnings: bdsm au, dom/sub relationship, harsh dom!hj, whiny sub!reader, use of toys (vibrator), lots of edging, denied orgasms, crying (out of overstim), slight dacryphilia, use of restraints (he uses soft scarfs to tie her up, and the toy), kissing, neck holding, neck grabbing, slight choking, clit stim, some praising here and there, completely consensual, for sure forgot something, will edit later.

Author's Note: I love writing bdsm style fics sm... y all can see one of my personal kinks ups🧍‍♀️it s all good tho, I love conveying my thoughts whenever I write bdsm typa fics 🤭 I'm so so into the edging thing I'm going insane... anyways, anon, enjoy !!! 🤗💖

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction and does not represent the reality of the member in any way.

The soft glow of twilight filtered through the curtains, casting shadows across the room that felt heavier than usual. You had been home for barely an hour, your shoulders aching from the weight of the day, when the realization hit you like a jolt of lightning: your phone was dead.

You froze mid-step, the memory of Hongjoong’s firm words echoing in your mind.

“Keep your phone on, *always.*”

It wasn’t a casual request. In your relationship—both romantic and deeply rooted in the careful dynamics of trust and power—it was one of the fundamental rules. His rules weren’t arbitrary; they were meticulously crafted with your safety and the trust you had placed in him at their core.

But today had been a whirlwind. You’d been caught up in errands, lost track of time, and when your phone had died, you’d brushed it off. *I’ll charge it when I get home,* you’d thought. It didn’t seem like a big deal at the time.

Now, as you stared at the lifeless device in your hand, your stomach sank. You knew Hongjoong would already be home, and you could practically feel the weight of his disapproval before even stepping into the bedroom.

A deep breath did little to steady your nerves as you opened the door. The sight of him, seated on the edge of the bed, confirmed your fears. He was dressed impeccably, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal his forearms, a casual elegance that only heightened the intensity of his presence. His head lifted as the door clicked shut behind you, his dark eyes locking onto yours.

“You’re late,” he said evenly, his voice calm but sharp enough to send a shiver down your spine.

“I’m sorry,” you blurted, your hands tightening around your dead phone. “I—”

He raised a hand, cutting you off. “Spare me the excuses.”

He stood, his movements deliberate, and the sheer authority radiating from him made your pulse quicken. As your Dom, Hongjoong’s presence carried an unspoken weight—a mixture of love, control, and safety wrapped in his unwavering confidence. Tonight, though, you could feel the shift in the air, the tension crackling between you like an unstruck match.

“You were unreachable for hours,” he said, his tone quieter now, but no less commanding. He crossed the room with slow, measured steps, stopping just in front of you. “Do you know how dangerous that is?”

“I wasn’t thinking,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“No,” he agreed, tilting his head slightly, his lips pressing into a thin line. “You weren’t. And because of that, you’ve broken one of my rules.”

The weight of his words settled heavily on your chest. Hongjoong wasn’t one to lose control or raise his voice; his power lay in his restraint, the deliberate way he handled every situation. You knew how much effort he put into crafting your dynamic, ensuring that every boundary, every rule, was there to protect and guide you.

“Tell me,” he continued, his voice deceptively soft, “what happens when you break the rules?”

You hesitated, heat rising to your cheeks. “There are consequences.”

“Good girl,” he said, nodding once. “Then you understand why we’re here.”

A thrill of nervous anticipation coursed through you, your body already responding to the subtle shift in his demeanor. This was no longer just about the broken rule or the dead phone. This was about his rule—rebuilding it, reaffirming it, and reminding you of the structure you had both agreed to.

“Strip,” he said, stepping back just enough to give you space.

You swallowed hard, your fingers trembling slightly as you reached for the hem of your shirt. There was no hesitation in his gaze, no flicker of doubt. His command wasn’t rooted in anger but in the unshakable confidence that this was what you both needed.

Piece by piece, you removed your clothing, the vulnerability of the act heightening your awareness of every movement, every breath. When you were finally bare before him, he gestured toward the bed.

“Sit.”

You obeyed, perching on the edge of the mattress, your heart racing as he reached into the bedside drawer. He pulled out the familiar length of silk—a scarf he often used during scenes—and the sight of it made your stomach flutter.

“Hands,” he instructed, his voice firm but not unkind.

You lifted your hands, palms up, and he moved closer, the scent of his cologne washing over you as he carefully bound your wrists. The fabric was cool against your skin, the knot secure but not too tight—a reminder of the balance he always maintained between control and care.

Once your wrists were bound, he stepped back, his eyes raking over you with an intensity that left you breathless.

“Do you know why this is happening?” he asked, his voice low and steady.

“Because I broke the rules,” you replied softly, your cheeks flushing under his gaze.

“More than that,” he said, leaning in slightly, his presence overwhelming in the best way. “Because you forgot what it means to me. To let me protect you.”

The words hit you like a bolt of lightning, your heart clenching at the weight of his words.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, the sincerity in your voice evident.

He reached out, his fingers brushing against your jaw as he tilted your chin up to meet his gaze. “I know you are,” he said, his tone softening slightly. “But sorry isn’t enough. You need to feel this—so you don’t forget.”

His words sent a shiver down your spine, anticipation thrumming through your veins as he stepped back. Slowly, he climbed onto the bed, his movements deliberate and precise. He positioned himself above you, his hands braced on either side of your head, and the sheer proximity of him made it hard to breathe.

“You trust me,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent heat coursing through your body.

“Yes,” you replied without hesitation.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

A small, satisfied smile tugged at his lips. “Good.”

He leaned down, his breath warm against your skin as he pressed a kiss to your temple—a gesture that was both comforting and charged with electricity. Then, without another word, he began his work.

His hands moved with practiced ease, tracing a slow, deliberate path over your body. Every touch was calculated, designed to heighten your awareness and leave you yearning for more.

Hongjoong’s eyes gleamed with something primal as he pulled back slightly, his fingers trailing down the curve of your waist, leaving a path of fire in their wake. Without breaking eye contact, he reached back into the drawer. The faint hum of anticipation in the room grew sharper as he retrieved a small, sleek vibrator.

The sight of it made your breath hitch. He held it up between you, tilting it slightly, the light catching its smooth surface. His thumb hovered over the button, and with a soft click, it came to life—a low, teasing buzz that made your body tighten in response.

“This,” he said, his voice dripping with authority, “is for me to control. Just like you.”

A shiver coursed through you as he climbed off the bed, placing the vibrator down for a moment. He grabbed another length of silk, this one thicker, from the drawer and leaned down to secure your ankles to the bedposts. His touch was firm but careful, ensuring the bonds were snug but not uncomfortable. The vulnerability of having your legs spread and tied left you quivering.

With your wrists already secured above you and your legs now restrained, Hongjoong stepped back to admire his work. His gaze traveled over your body, appreciation and dominance mingling in his eyes.

“Look at you,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Completely at my mercy.”

You couldn’t hold his gaze, your cheeks heating as you squirmed under his scrutiny. But the sound of the vibrator clicking to a higher setting snapped your attention back to him.

“Eyes on me,” he ordered, his tone sharp enough to cut through your haze.

“Yes, sir,” you stammered, your voice shaky.

He smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting in that way that always left you breathless. Slowly, he climbed back onto the bed, the mattress dipping under his weight as he positioned himself between your thighs.

“I’m going to teach you,” he said, running the vibrator along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, just shy of where you wanted it most. “Teach you to listen. To remember who you belong to.”

The vibrations against your skin were maddening, a tantalizing promise of what was to come. Your hips instinctively arched toward him, but he pressed a firm hand to your stomach, holding you in place.

“Uh-uh,” he said with a click of his tongue. “You’ll take what I give you. Nothing more.”

“Yes, sir,” you managed to whisper, your voice barely audible over the hum of the vibrator.

The heat in his gaze intensified as he trailed the toy higher, stopping just at the apex of your thighs. The anticipation was unbearable, your body trembling as he kept you on the edge, never quite giving you what you craved.

“Good girl,” he murmured, his voice soft but full of power. “Now let’s see how well you can obey.”

The sound of the vibrator’s low hum filled the room as Hongjoong continued his torment, letting it hover just close enough to make your body tighten, only to pull it away at the last second. His precision was maddening, each pass over your skin deliberate and cruel in its restraint. You could feel your orgasm building—heat pooling deep within you, your breaths turning ragged—but just as you neared that peak, he stopped.

A desperate whimper escaped your lips as your body ached for the release he denied you.

“Ah, ah,” Hongjoong tutted, clearly relishing your reaction. His smirk was wicked as he trailed the toy lightly along your stomach, far from where you wanted it. “Did I give you permission for that?”

“N-no, sir,” you stammered, your voice shaky.

“Then why are you acting like you have control here?” he teased, his tone both sharp and teasing as he leaned down, his breath ghosting over your ear. “You don’t. Not tonight.”

Your body trembled as he brought the vibrator back to your clit, the sensations sharp and all-consuming. This time, he pressed it against it with just enough pressure to send your nerves spiraling toward that edge again. Your breaths quickened, your hips bucking against the restraints as pleasure surged through you.

But once again, just as you were about to topple over the edge, he pulled back, switching the vibrator off with a casual click.

“No!” The protest slipped out before you could stop it, your voice thick with desperation. Tears of frustration pricked at the corners of your eyes, and you pulled weakly against the silk holding you in place.

Hongjoong chuckled, low and rich, clearly enjoying your unraveling. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement as he brushed his fingers gently along your jawline, tipping your chin up so you had no choice but to meet his gaze. “You’re really not in a position to argue, are you?”

You bit your lip, unsure how to respond, and his smirk deepened. “Since you seem to need a reminder of your place…”

He reached into the drawer again and pulled out a silk ribbon. Your heart raced as he carefully tied the vibrator against your inner thigh, angling it perfectly over your clit, where every nerve felt raw and exposed. He secured it with meticulous care, ensuring it stayed in place.

“There,” he said, flicking the toy back on to a steady, teasing hum. It wasn’t enough to overwhelm you, but the constant stimulation was maddening, leaving you squirming in your bonds.

You let out a soft cry of frustration, your body both desperate for relief and overwhelmed by the unrelenting sensation.

“Comfortable?” he asked, his tone mockingly sweet as he knelt on the bed, watching you with that same unshakable confidence.

“Please,” you whispered, tears now slipping down your cheeks as the frustration became unbearable.

“Please, what?” he prompted, his voice softer now, almost tender.

“Please, sir,” you choked out, your voice trembling.

He leaned down, brushing a thumb across your cheek to catch a tear. “You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice rich with satisfaction. “Desperate. Completely at my mercy.”

The hum of the vibrator against you was relentless, the teasing just enough to keep you teetering on the brink without ever letting you fall. Hongjoong’s eyes burned with intensity as he watched you writhe beneath him, the control firmly in his hands.

“Let’s see how long you can hold on,” he said, his voice a mixture of warning and promise, leaving no doubt that he was far from finished.

Hongjoong climbed over you, his presence overwhelming as he hovered above, his knees bracketing your hips. His face was close—so close that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your skin. The intensity in his gaze was magnetic, holding you captive as he leaned in slowly. When his lips finally met yours, the kiss was firm yet teasing, a tantalizing mix of control and tenderness.

His fingers trailed down your sides, deliberate and unhurried, until they found your thighs. He pressed his palms into the soft flesh, his touch both grounding and electrifying. Without breaking the kiss, his hand drifted lower, brushing over the vibrator tied against you. He pressed it gently against you, just enough to amplify the sensation.

A soft, breathless moan escaped your lips, and Hongjoong broke the kiss just long enough to chuckle—a low, amused sound that sent shivers down your spine.

“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “Every little touch drives you wild, doesn’t it?”

You nodded weakly, your body trembling beneath him. His fingers resumed their journey, tracing the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, leaving goosebumps in their wake. When he reached the vibrator again, he paused, applying just enough pressure to make you arch into him.

“Easy,” he murmured, his tone both commanding and soothing. His touch softened, his fingers now trailing upward with featherlight strokes that left you aching for more.

When his hand finally settled over your wet cunt, he didn’t rush. Instead, he teased, tracing slow, deliberate circles on your clit, each movement precise and controlled. You gasped at the sensation, your body straining against the bonds as he continued his careful exploration.

“You’re mine,” he whispered, his voice firm but intimate, as if sharing a secret meant only for you. His fingers continued their torment, each movement designed to draw you closer to the edge without letting you fall.

“Say it,” he commanded softly, his fingers pausing just enough to make you desperate for their return.

“I’m yours,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion.

A satisfied smile spread across his lips as he leaned down, pressing another kiss to your lips, softer this time, but no less consuming. His touch remained relentless, a masterful mix of restraint and precision, leaving you completely at his mercy in the best possible way.

Hongjoong’s fingers moved in circles, his touch relentless yet measured, keeping you balanced right on the edge of release. The vibrator’s steady hum against you combined with the pressure of his skilled fingers made your entire body tense, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.

You felt it coming—the moment your body would give in, the flood of the orgasm you so desperately needed. But just as you reached the brink, Hongjoong’s hand stilled, and he pulled the vibrator away ever so slightly, leaving you hanging in exquisite frustration.

A cry of anguish escaped your lips, tears of desperation welling up and spilling over as your body trembled beneath him. Your head fell back against the pillow, your breaths coming in shaky gasps as you looked up at him, pleading silently with your tear-filled eyes.

Hongjoong’s expression softened, but his smirk remained. He leaned in, brushing a strand of hair away from your face, his thumb catching a stray tear on your cheek.

“Poor thing,” he murmured, his voice rich with mock sympathy. “You’re falling apart, aren’t you?”

You nodded, your voice breaking as you whispered, “Please.”

“Please, what?” he asked, his tone deceptively gentle as he tilted his head, his gaze boring into yours. “Say it. Use your words. Tell me exactly what you want.”

Your cheeks burned with humiliation, but the desperation in your chest outweighed any shyness. “Please, sir,” you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. “Please let me…”

Hongjoong chuckled, the sound dark and intoxicating. “Oh, sweetheart,” he said, leaning closer so his lips brushed against your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “You’re going to have to beg better than that.”

Tears slipped freely down your cheeks as you swallowed your pride, your voice trembling. “Please, sir, I need it. I can’t take it anymore. Please, let me come. I’ll do anything.”

His smirk faded slightly, replaced by something deeper, more genuine. “That’s my girl,” he murmured, his voice low and soothing. “You did so well for me.”

With a flick of his wrist, he brought the vibrator back against you, his fingers resuming their work, but this time his touch was more focused, more demanding. The build-up was immediate, the sensations overwhelming as he guided you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Cum, darling… isn't that what you've been asking for?” he said softly, his tone commanding but tender.

The tension in your body snapped, and your irgasm hit you like a tidal force, your body shaking as you cried out in relief. Hongjoong didn’t stop, his fingers and the vibrator easing you through the intensity, grounding you as you came down from the high.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his free hand smoothing over your thigh in a comforting gesture. “Breathe, mhm… this is only the start..”

As your breaths began to steady, the room still thick with the remnants of your pleasure, Hongjoong shifted. The comforting caress on your thigh was replaced by a firm grip on your chin, gently tilting your face to meet his gaze. His dark, smoldering eyes held yours with an intensity that made your stomach flip.

“I hope you’re not under the impression that I’m satisfied yet,” he said, his voice low and velvety, carrying a teasing edge. He leaned closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear, his breath warm and deliberate. “We’re just getting started.”

Before you could respond, his hand slid to your neck, his fingers wrapping around it—not enough to hurt, just enough to command your attention, to make you feel utterly claimed. The weight of his touch sent a new wave of heat through your body, an unspoken promise hanging in the air between you.

“Next time,” he said, his voice a blend of a growl and a purr, “if you push me like that, you won’t get to cum so easily. Do you understand me?” He tilted his head slightly, studying your expression as if savoring the moment.

You swallowed hard, the mix of his authority and care electrifying. When you managed to nod, his thumb brushed softly against your jaw, a stark contrast to the intensity of his grip.

“Good,” he murmured, his lips curving into a satisfied smirk. He released your neck, his touch trailing down to your shoulder, and leaned back just enough to take in your flushed, breathless state.

“Now,” he continued, his tone playful yet resolute, “we’ve got a long way to go, darling. I’d suggest you keep up… for your sake.”

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[princessofgotham777]

Dating Jason Todd (Part One)

fanfic type: angst, fluff, comfort (ongoing)

If you liked the Titans show but wish they handled Jason’s story line differently you might like this fic!

Hey so this is in fact my first time writing fanfiction (idk what my life has come to). Sorry if it’s cringy but also I would eat this up cause I LOVE some good angsty comfort fanfiction. I won’t write smut. I don’t think I’m gonna do requests but if you have any ideas feel free to let me know. Also of course I don’t own any DC characters this is purely fanfiction. Although I’ve had tumblr for a bit I’m not really used to posting stuff so sorry if I don’t format everything well. Thank you and I hope you enjoy. (I hope you like run-on sentences💀) (if you don’t like it don’t be rude just move on dude��🧍‍♀️) also pls excuse my grammar.

So story line, this doesn’t really take place in any specific universe but I’m gonna be pulling concepts from Titans, The Batman, Under the Red Hood, and whatever lore I remember from the CW shows cause I grew up watching those, then just my imagination of course. The beginning takes place when Jason is still Robin but he’s no longer apart of the titans. Reader is referred to as she/her btw.

Warnings: talking about death, suicide, depression, torture (it’s not graphic I hate gore it’s just sad)

Part One: Back To The Tower

“Babe? Babe!” You opened your eyes at the sound of Jason’s voice. His green eyes normally looked at you with gentleness but currently they were alarmed. Scared and scary are two things Jason normally does a good job at keeping separate, but when someone threatens his whole world the two merge to create someone dangerous to everyone, including himself.

“What’s going on? Are you okay?” You asked.

“We’ve got to go, Dick called… he thinks joker is after me for some reason…I’ll explain more on our way to the tower.” Jason quickly grabbed the go bags you two had made in case something like this were to happen. He used to think having go bags was you two being paranoid but you always knew dating a vigilante would have its ups and downs.

You knew he was serious when he walked straight past his bike and headed to your car instead “Jason, slow down,” you said as he swerved around cars. He knew you hated speeding and he so he never dared do it, also because he liked not dying in a car crash.

“I’m sorry, so you know how joker has been leaving notes around Gotham?” He asks as he drives a bit slower.

“Yeah why?” You answer quickly.

“Dick called me two hours ago and said they think they’re threatens to Robin, threats to me.”

“Shit, what does joker even want with you?”

“I have no idea maybe I’m a pawn in some game he’s got going with Bruce or Dick or the titans or maybe he’s just decided I’m the next victim in his reign of fucking torment,” Jason’s voice shook slightly. You could tell he was trying to keep it together while driving; trying to keep it together infront of you. You two had been through so much together: he’d been the one you turned to when you left home, you two had been apart of titans together, he’d rescued you from poison ivy once, you talked him off the roof of the tower. You two knew each other better than you knew yourselves. Even after everything he still had a hard time voicing his emotions and honestly you did too.

“Why’d you change the fucking password asshole,” Jason said to Dick through the security camera at titans tower.

“More importantly why’d he change it and not tell us?” You said. Jason’s arm was around you, his leather jacket was a familiar feeling against your skin.

The tower brought back many memories for both you and Jason. You remembered painting your nails with Rachel while Gar and Jason tried not to burn down the kitchen. Late nights when you’d find Kori or Donna and ask for their advice when you first noticed yourself falling for Jason. They thought you were crazy of course but it all worked out, so far anyway. You remembered the first time you’d been to the tower when Dick took you in. Dick introduced you to the titans but it was Jason, who you only knew as Robin at the time, who saved your life and called Dick. Another memory you unfortunately recalled was the time after you guys got Jason back from Deathstroke. You hadn’t known pain till you saw the way he winced at the slightest touch or loud noise. Then there was his fall…your mind refocused when you saw Dick.

“Hey lovebirds,” he said with a grin.

“So what do these messages say exactly,” you said.

“Always so serious,” Dick says. You simply glare at him and he stops messing around. “Right so over the past few days there have been notes around Gotham in seemingly random places, each one is just some nonsense about circuses and birds so naturally it’s about Robin. They talk about the flying boy and encounters him and I have had he then goes on to talk about me becoming nightwing. The rest is disturbing stuff about him “wanting to pick off the feathers of the new little bird to reveal the horror inside”,”.

“Right…so seemingly random places?” Jason says.

“Yeah so, the first was found spraypainted on the stage of a highschool in Gotham, the next was spray painted on a random wall in an alley and the third was on the door of this bar…” Dick said.

“Shit,” Jason said.

“The highschool and the alley,” you said softly to Jason.

“And the bar… it’s the one my uncle took me to,”

“Someone wanna explain the significance to me,” Dick said.

“They’re places from my past,” Jason said. “The highschool I lived in, the alley I boosted the Batmobile in and the bar my uncle took me to.” You all simply stared at eachother waiting for someone to break the silence when Rachel, Gar and Kori came rushing in.

“Oh my God what are you doing here?” Rachel asked pulling you in for a hug.

“Wish I could say just to see you,” you say.

“Hey man what’s the special occasion?” Gar asks Jason.

“Unfortunately the occasion is another psycho trying to kill me,” Jason replied.

“Wait is that true? Dick is this about the joker?” Rachel asks. Dick looks at Jason who nods.

“Yes, we think joker knows Jason is the new Robin and is threatening him,” Dick says.

“No offense but isn’t this more Batman’s territory?” Kori says.

“Normally yes but he’s off doing Justice League bullshit,” Dick says.

Everyone gets comfortable and Dick explains what we know.

“So we know the notes reference Dick, Bruce and Jason but I think there’s a fourth person here,” Kori says.

“Is joker just referencing himself?” Gar says.

“I don’t think so cause…” Jason stops himself.

“Cause what?” You ask him. He doesn’t answer.

“Jason what is it what’d you find” Dick asks. Jason simply gets up and starts to walk away. Naturally you get up and begin walking after him.

Dick grabs your arm, you glare at him and he lets go, “hey let me go see what’s up just keep picking apart the notes with the others.” It was the Dick you knew, loved, and were annoyed by. The camp counselor anything is possible with teamwork Dick Grayson, the version of him which would soon have to step aside.

“Jason!” Dick says when he finds Jason in his old room which looks exactly the same. Jason doesn’t reply he simply grabs a bag and starts packing. “Going somewhere?” Dick says. Jason still doesn’t reply. “Hey, what the fuck!”

“You aren’t stupid Dick you read the fucking note,” Jason says.

“Maybe I am stupid cause I have no fucking idea what you’re talking about.”

“Jokers not threatening me, he’s challenging me…telling me to meet him. And he’s threatening y/n saying what he’ll do if I don’t go find him.” Jason says.

“Shit,” Dick says. “Okay but all you’re going to accomplish by going by yourself is pissing me off, getting your shit rocked by joker, pissing Bruce off, and scaring your girlfriend to death all of which I’m gonna have to fix so could you not be impulsive for once!”

“You don’t think she’s already scared!” Jason says.

“Yeah I do but I think you’ll make it worse if you leave her here,”

“She’d be safer here far away from Gotham and far away from me,” Jason says.

“Hey dipshits,” Kori says as she turns the corner. “Yeah I can read too,” she also seemed to have figured out the note “So why don’t you I don’t know, include her in the conversation about what to do about the threats that are against her?”

The three of them return to see you, Gar and Rachel sitting in silence, it was clear you guys had also figured out the full message. Jason doesn’t get a chance to even fully enter the room before you get up and pull him back into his old room.

“What were you thinking not telling me?” You say.

“You didn’t sign up for this shit,” Jason says.

“I did, and I don’t just mean with you I joined titans before I even knew your name.”

Jason hesitates before saying, “you’re right, I’m sorry”

“Apology accepted so what the hell are we gonna do,” you say slipping out of your serious tone.

“First question, do you wanna go out there and work with everyone or just keep this between us,” Jason says.

“What do you wanna do?” You asked. It was clear you wanted to include the titans in the plan. You knew Jason has a complicated past with everyone in the other room but you also knew despite his own feelings he’d do whatever would keep you the safest. He hugs you softly, one last act of humanity before completely focusing on being Robin. You and Jason were fairly new to the world of having a secret identity. You both tried to keep the two personas completely separate but at the end of the day the person under the mask always has the final say when hard decisions need to be made.

The plan everyone agreed on was simple. You’d stay at the tower, with Gar and Rachel far away from Gotham and the joker. Tomorrow morning Jason, Dick and Kori would drive to Gotham and work with Barbra to catch joker. If only that were actually how it went.

You’d fallen asleep in your old room with Jason by your side, around three am you woke up and he was no where to be found. “Jason?” You said as you looked around the room. The light was already on so you could see perfectly that he was gone. Jason must’ve turned the light on when he left, he knows you hate being in the dark alone after what you went through with Poison Ivy. “Dick!” You yelled as you ran down the hall to Dick’s room. To your surprise Dick was wide awake busy on his computer.

“Y/N, what’s going on?” Dick said concerned.

“Jason’s gone.” You said.

“Fucking idiot,” Dick mumbled under his breath. He began typing quickly on his computer. “He got rid of his tracker didn’t he?”

“He cut it out ages ago,” you said frantically. Jason had vanished but both you and Dick knew exactly where he was going; he was going to face Joker alone in Gotham.

Please like if you enjoyed the fic I need to know people like it otherwise I’ll stop posting new parts (I have a whole storyline idea and backstory so like if you want to see more)🩷

Here’s my Masterlist so you can read the other parts.

Masterlist

[desparaic]

Imagine Rengoku's son traveling to the past

Rengoku X Fem! Reader

I’m sorry, I never really do this kinda stuff before, but this has just been rotting my mind

read part 2 here

So, imagine Rengoku's teenage son traveling to the past when trying to fight a demon.

He is confused by the fact the demon just used his BDA and ran away just like that. He looks around and even checks himself, nothing.

Tf this demon do?????

Sun is almost up. Weird. He swears it just set only a few hours ago.

He tries to chase after the demon but with the thick trees, it’s hard to see where he went.

Defeated, he decides to go back to the corps headquarters, maybe visit the estate and go see his mother again

Imagine his surprise when he finds that things are a bit different than the last time he left the hq

I’m sorry what do you mean the current oyakata is Kagaya??? Isn’t that Kiriya-sama’s late father????

wait is that Uzui-san????? He has both of his eyes???? And he’s back being a slayer now?????

And why does everyone look at him weird????? Wait, where are his friends????

He has to take a double take when he sees the news post near the garden and realizes the year of the news is set in 19XX, more than 15 years back into the past.

He swears it’s a prank

it isn’t lol

After a liiiitttlee panic attack and existential crisis, he realizes he’s in the past

Down side, he doesn’t know how to get back and what this means

Upside, he can see his mom in action as a hashira!

She retired when he was born, so he didn’t get to see her in action aside from training sessions.

Excited (as if he wasn’t just panicking about this lmao), he rushes all over the place to find his mother

people be staring at him

who is this carbon copy of the flame hashira and why is he running

Eventually finds her just about to take off for a mission

“MOTHERRRRRR!”

I’m sorry huh?

You look at the kid surprised. Not only is he look exactly like your husband, this kid just called you mom.

I’m?????? Did Kyojuro have a secret love child???? or a relative he never told you about?????

Your future son is just so hyped seeing you in your uniform the first time he almost forgot to explain himself LMAO

When he quickly introduces as your son you’re just there like 🧍‍♀️

This kid needs to find a physician quick

Well, turns out he isn’t lying, especially after telling you an intimate detail that only a few people know.

You’re flustered, surprised, bewildered, but most importantly…

You’re excited to see him! You and Rengoku have always talked about having a family, so you’re so glad you both eventually do!!!

Immediate bond. Get along super well. Almost like y’all are related dang who would’ve thought

You excitedly say, “Oh, I can’t wait for Kyojuro to meet you! I bet He’s excited to see his son from the future! You look just like him!”

his genes do be strong

but as soon as you say that, your son’s smile fades.

Your motherly instincts tell you something is wrong.

“Is everything okay?”

You didn’t miss the way he furrows his eyebrows and lift the corner of his lip in annoyance, even if it was just a split second.

He only smiles (though your mama bear instinct is like “no, no, this kid definitely hidin’ smn), “no, nothing’s wrong.”

”Oh! Can you show me your breathing technique, Mother? You never get to show me your breathing style!”

Huh. Weird.

Okay gonna write a part 2 because this way too long brother

UPDATE: aight here it is part 2

[kaikonn]

HIYA!!! I haven't been here in a while so how is Farmer Jo doing?? (And how r u!! :3)

I’m good!!!! Thanks for asking :3 Just a lot of real life stuff happened both good and bad so my life’s been chaotic 🧍‍♀️✨ I hope you’re doing well too 🐱🤍 sorry if this was late!

I imagine that my Jojo is still thriving tho!!! and Shane’s been showing off his old tapes/cds, so Jo’s been playing Shane’s favorite songs 🤍

(I got carried away and just have this cute headcanon now that Shane is a music nerd and Jo likes hearing Shane talks about things that make him happy 🥹)

[ghcstao3]

Ghost goes to the bar to drink to Soap's memory where he finds... Soap? Only he is there to drink in the memory of Ghost. Neither of them have any idea of how and why, but they aren't protesting. It's nice to see a familiar face as they mourn together.

cw for unhealthy coping mechanisms

it’s also just kind of. sad 🧍‍♀️my fault for writing memory loss

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Ghost knows it isn’t a healthy decision but it’s… about the only way he can stand thinking about it. Thinking about Soap.

Because really, drinking is a barrier. It’s said it removes inhibitions, and sure, that’s true—but it also provides a filter for his grief whether or not he runs his tongue, and that obstacle before a feeling such as mourning is all he needs. It’s all Ghost craves, in a sense.

There’s no world worth existing in peace without Soap.

As per a new and frowned-upon routine by Price, Ghost seeks out a new bar or pub to drown nagging thoughts and lingering memories until it’s time to go home and fail to fall asleep sober yet again. Ghost isn’t proud of himself in the slightest, knows he’s ruining everything Soap had rekindled in him, but it’s too late to care.

He’s alone again. He’s nothing more than the shell of a man again.

But then, maybe three or four drinks in (Ghost doesn’t know, he’s long since stopped counting during his outings), someone slips into the stool beside him and flags down the bartender. This isn’t a major revelation or anything, it’s just… strange. No one has ever dared be in close proximity with Ghost in his time mourning.

Ghost can’t find it in himself to care, though. Not until this new person speaks, and it feels as if the haze of alcohol over Ghost’s mind evaporates in an instant.

He snaps his gaze to the man beside him, wondering if he’d just been imagining things, but no—it’s Soap, somehow. The very man Ghost came here to forget. To remember.

Before Ghost gets the chance to say something, Soap seems to catch his eye and turns to face him. He offers a bright smile, though it’s nothing quite as blinding as it had once been.

Soap’s grown out his beard and his skin’s a little sallow, and not to mention the grisly scar at his temple—but it’s still Soap. Certainly not healthy, but… alive.

“What brings you here, handsome?” Soap is asking, gently nudging Ghost’s shoulder.

Ghost wants to scoff. He wants to both tease and scold Soap for flirting with him just as Ghost is only learning that Soap isn’t dead, but he doesn’t.

Instead, Ghost treads warily. He plays into whatever game this is supposed to be.

“I’m grieving,” Ghost tells him flatly.

“Oh.” Soap’s face falls. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

Ghost shrugs, though his heart is in his throat. Is this some kind of a joke?

The bartender delivers Soap’s drink, and Soap doesn’t offer more than a nod of acknowledgement.

“If it makes you feel any better,” Soap says, slowly tracing the rim of his glass, “I’m… also grieving.”

At this, Ghost cocks an eyebrow. Something feels… off, about what Soap is saying, but inebriated, Ghost just can’t quite put a finger on it.

“…well, maybe grieving is the wrong word,” Soap mumbles. “I don’t… I don’t know if he’s dead, but I—I don’t remember him. I don’t remember him, but I know he was important to me, so… it only feels right.”

And isn’t that bitter.

Here Ghost mourns a man he loved, and when he learns said man is still alive—he doesn’t even remember Ghost.

But Ghost has already dug his grave. He’s already miserable. So all he can do is torture himself further.

“Tell me about him,” Ghost suggests. “What you think you know.”

Soap looks at him in a way that hurts, but Ghost listens anyway when he begins talking. When he begins recounting the tiniest details, vague memories that seem too foggy to have been truly lived by himself. Soap orders a second drink at some point, and Ghost his fourth (or fifth).

That’s when Soap suddenly cuts himself off, completely angling himself toward Ghost. Ghost acts like he doesn’t notice Soap almost reaching out to set a hand on his forearm.

“—you know what… you look really familiar.” Soap is frowning, brows furrowed like he’s trying to piece something together. “Have we met before?”

And because Ghost is a cruel man, he just shakes his head. Offers nothing more than a curt, “No, we haven’t.”

Soap sighs, almost disappointed. “Well, in that case—I’m John.”

Ghost peers down at the hand Soap holds out to be shaken, but he can’t budge from his spot to hold it. He’s almost… afraid of the touch, like the contact might reveal to him that Soap isn’t really here at all.

Soap gets the hint eventually, though he isn’t at all deterred. Especially not when Ghost supplies him, “Simon.”

“Simon,” Soap echoes, expression drifting far away for just a moment. Nearly reminiscing. “I like that.”

Ghost huffs, something that could be interpreted as a laugh by a certain someone, once upon a time.

Soap clinks his glass against Ghost’s before downing the rest of his drink. He bumps Ghost with his elbow, teasing.

“To mourning,” Soap explains.

Ghost nods. Hums, “To mourning indeed, Johnny.”

He pretends not to notice the curious look that crosses Soap’s face at the use of the nickname.

Ghost already has more than enough to process first.

[princessbrunette]

jj with baby mama that he has a past with. like, they aren’t currently talking, a fight or something, and it’s real awkward. he’ll still show up to appointments but even the doctors like 🧍‍♀️

so they aren’t really talking, it’s awkward, ect. and then she’s calling him real late at night, and he’s picking up. they still love eachother, obvi, but just haven’t been showing it. and she’s just in tears, sobbing her eyes out in worry and panic about how she doesn’t want to give their kid a broken home, no family, ect. does he go to her 🥹

stopp omg i’ll cry rn :((

jj just sitting up in the middle of the night hearing his phone ringing and when he sees your name he panics a little because something must be wrong right? you’d never just call him randomly?

and he panics even more when he groggily picks up and hears your little cries on the other side of the phone, making him sit up a little more, waking up fully :(

“hey? woah talk to me, talk to me what’s happened?”

“nothings happened jj just— god, this was stupid i shouldn’t have called—”

“its okay, hey— what’s with the tears?”

“its just… god, okay. i’m here right now, all alone with this baby in my tummy and i just— i feel so alone. i’m doing this all by myself, and it’s scary, and— and i’m just screwing this kid over already because she’s gonna grow up in a broken home because you don’t even like me and i understand— im ruining your life right now i get it but —”

“woah, okay— pump the brakes. who said i didn’t like you?”

“well, i’m having your baby?”

his heart just breaks. your voice is just so small and scared and you’re blaming yourself when he’s the one who knocked you up and he just wants to slap himself. this was on him.

“babe.” he sighs, and it’s the first time he’s called you that since he put the baby in you. “this is all on me, alright? all of it. i was irresponsible, and i got a shitty pullout game, yeah? so let’s get that straight, none of this is on you.” he clarifies, and you hear him rub a hand over his face. “secondly i— of course i like you. shit, i more than like you. you’re carrying my baby. i love that little girl more than anything in this world already, and…. i’m sorry i’ve been super fuckin’ shitty. i think i was scared but like, that’s dumb because i’m not the one carrying it obviously so — long story short i should have been there for you. i… wanna be there for ya, kid.” he takes a breath.

there’s silence on the other end of the line for a bit, but he knows you’re still there because of the sniffles. “jj…”

“yeah?”

“can you come over?”

“i’m already half way out the door.”

[silly-honeybee]

What Blue Lock boys would get you for Christmas🎁

Edit: only old fic I’ll not delete as ppl seem to like this one lol

~🐝 Happy late Christmas my lovely sillies! I have been rlly busy lately so I haven’t had time to write💔 so I hope you enjoy this lil headconon on what the Blue Lock boys would get you for Christmas!

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Characters: Bachira, Isagi, Chigiri, Nagi, Kunigami, Reo, Kaiser, Alexis, Hiori

Headcanon ~ Fluffy fluff ~ fem!reader ~ not proofread

Warning(?): mentions of bras and panties in Kunigami’s part. (don’t know if that makes anyone uncomfy or not so I’m putting this here)

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start~~~🐝

Bachira Meguru

Silly things. He’d get you some silly and unnecessary things—

Like he’d probably get you a shirt saying “I love pizza” or something stupid😭

But he’d also get you some pretty cute things.

Anything matching, plushies, shirts, bracelets, etc..

He is indeed a goofball(we love him for that), but of course he knows how to give serious gifts(somewhat)..

The wrapping would be horrible, I gotta say that.. probably a bunch of holes basically revealing what the present was before you even opened it.. (he’s trying his best)

Oh well, whatever he gets you just know that he means it with a lot of love💕

Isagi Yoichi

He’d probably get you nice things for the winter, like a fuzzy sweater, scarf, boots..

Or he’d find a cute dress that he thinks would look nice on you, if you don’t like dresses then a cute pair of shorts or pants..

But, in general he would make sure to get you something he knew you liked, he thinks about you a lot, yk? ^^

(This is rlly short I’m sorry🙏)

Chigiri Hyoma

This man will spoil you.

You like Sanrio? Sanrio it is. You want makeup? Makeup it is. You want the full series of your favorite book? Books it is!

He never disappoints on Christmas, he knows what you like even if you haven’t told him—

Like he just noticed a certain detail of you having quite a few of this and that. He’d then proceed to Google about it and then find nice things from it🫶

Nagi Seishiro

He’d probably be a little clueless on knowing what you’d want.. (not in a rude way).

So what he does is probably look back on the comments you made on certain characters you two have played in a game or what not. And the ones you liked he’d find some merch of that character..

Kunigami Rensuke

He’d definitely be brave enough to casually walk into the woman’s section of Target and get you a brand new bra and panties.

Based on his sister’s at home, they always seem to complain about their bras becoming loose and slack after a year..

So he assumes that maybe that happens with you too? He wants you to be comfy at all times💕

(I love this man😭)

Reo Mikage

He’d also spoil you like Chigiri, but probably in a more *ehem* Reo way..

Like he’d get you tons of stuff, too much to count. This man has money💰🤑

Every. One. Of. Those. Gifts. Have been thoroughly thought through as he was buying them.

He wanted to make sure everything was perfect��

Michael Kaiser

Probably getting you something fancy..

A fancy robe, shoes, dress, etc..

Would also treat you to a restaurant date, Egon or something idk 🤷‍♀️

Alexis Ness

He’d get you anything you want😭

He’s such a sweetheart about it too, he would wrap your gifts in cute wrapping paper.

Every one of the gifts having a little tag in the shape of a heart saying: “To my love, from Alexis💕”

He’s such a cutie istg😭🙏

Hiori Yo

You two probably played animal crossing at some point together, so he’d definitely get you a plushie of whichever one was your favorite character!

He probably would accidentally reveal the gift before you opened it.. oopsie💕

~~~🐝 end

~🐝 I’m so sorry if some of these were short😭 like idk how to write for Kaiser,I sagi or Nagi- and there is no Rin included here bc I have no idea how to write for him🧍‍♀️ anyway! I wish you sillies a lovely rest of 2023💕

See you guys next year😋🙏 (I’m so funny haha)

Also look at this Bachira plush I got for Christmas AAAAAAA MY BBY😭 MWA MWA💋💋💋

[kamiversee]

This favoritism with choso lowk sucks. Like I get it. We get it. He's YOUR favorite but everything you write feels consumed by him when it comes with him being included: like he's always better, sexier and it just feels like the opposing person is always second choice. 🫤

(not hate btw)

I’m gonna assume this is the same person from my other account…?

I’m not exactly sure what else you want me to say, yk. I may write Choso “better” or “sexier” because he’s easiest for me to characterize. BUT, yk, if you actually look at my content lately (safe for my new themes & recent ghostface fic) you’d see that I do cater to other jjk characters as best as I can? 🧍‍♀️

& then you say “no hate” but your first statement here is that my favoritism “sucks”… Babes, this is MY blog and MY writing that I do for FUN. SORRY for having a favorite 😭 like gah lee.

[brandogenius]

i can't process how u actually write so much at once and it's all still up to par with your other work holy shit dude i love it sm

i would love to see more jb x controversially young! gf when you get a chance!!!

😭😭😭 i fixate a LOT when writing because all of the hcs and blurb requests are SO GOOD !!! thank you 😭🫶 i’m really glad people are loving the content!!

of course >:D i’m sorry it’s quite short!!

‼️RPF‼️

HC - julien & controversially young!gf reader

- late night study dates.

- bringing you places all the time

- imagine jb coming into readers college class to give a talk on music and just grinning at you

- sharing music playlists

- “baby were you even alive when this was released?”

- always teasing julien

- “maybe you’re too old to know it’s ok i’ll teach you” she just stands there like 🧍‍♀️

- she was nervous to meet your parents. nervous hoping it goes all well.

- thankfully your parents were wonderful. inviting her into a hug and handshake. they love her

- brings you to appointments

- baffled by the fact you graduated highschool 5 years ago

- “holy shit your yearbook photo”

- julien is very protective over you. i’m talking about mainly in public / at clubs etc

- always making sure you’re comfortable. “are you ok with holding hands in public baby?”

[shrimshrim4fun]

Can I have headcanons for fem!chief?

Sorry for the late reply, I had some things I had to do 😓 don’t know why I can’t type after the picture I put I hope you like it. Please request I’m bored this summer 🧍‍♀️

SFW

- She’s more of a listen than talk person. When you get to know her more she gets more talkative. She notes almost everything you tell me, you can be yapping her ears off and she’ll suck in every detail and remember it.

- She’ll wrap her coat around you when you get cold. You don’t need to ask or anything she sees you shiver, the coat is on you. She’s very insistent about it too when you take it off.

- When you two are alone she loves lying on your chest. Big or small she doesn’t care. She is nuzzling into it like it’s life support for her.

- When you guys are home it’s quite often found her wearing your clothes. Usually a hoodie or a larger shirt, she just likes your smell in general. But gets super shy if you try on any of her clothes and comment it smells like her.

- If you drink coffee, she is hand brewing it everyday. She also likes it if you do it for her. Doesn’t have to be hand brew, just a packet of the coffee thingy with water and it warms her heart.

- Loves getting calls from you when she’s doing paperwork or documents. It really calms her down due to working late hours and can’t go home to see you yet.

- Likes wearing some sort of jewelry from your collection. Usually necklaces or bracelets. She likes a reminder that you’re with her when she’s at work.

- Everyday before work you’re getting a kiss. There’s no buts or whatever, you’re getting one every morning even if she’s running a little late. It’s usually on your forehead, head, or cheek.

- She’s the type to say I love you every morning. And she wants you to say it back. Like when shes going out the door she’ll say “love you” and if you don’t respond and say it back she’ll just stand there and look at you like an abandoned puppy.

NSFW

- I feel like she’s a huge switch leaning toward sub. I’m sorry sub chief supremacy (I think that’s how you spell it) But if she’s topping she’s a service top or a soft top. But sometimes if she’s real stressed, be prepared for hell of a night.

- If you pull on the strap thingy argon her chest she’ll let out a small whimper or whine. Usually do this in her office or when you guys are alone and you’ll hear it louder.

- Is a masochist. She likes to feel pain on her body varying from temperature play, spanking, and getting bounded.

- Loves it when you degrade her in bed while she loves to praise with some degrade on certain days. Also a big fan of you pulling her hair. You hand running through her hair as you whisper dirty things in her ears is just the cherry on top for her.

- Secretly likes it when you tell her to touch herself and make her beg for your touch. And she wants you to praise her or degrade her while she does. Her hands shaking as she tries her best finger herself for you.

- Loves using toys but likes using her fingers to please you….. she’s already ready to please you 😏 She enjoys mostly using toys on herself because she likes pleasing you with her own body.

[niki-phoria]

Helloooo, I know we’re in June but can you write like um, idk how to explain well but like txt x reader in Halloween 😭😭😭😭😭 like how each member would treat u or what activities u guys would do, doing trick or treat with them, or just matching costumes idk I’m too exited for Halloween this year so maybe this would be a little random, also I need some visualization for my Halloween DR so maybe this could help a bit ( I can’t choose my s/o LMAO) so yeah that’s it 🧍‍♀️

⋆｡°✩ txt reaction - celebrating with them

includes: tired to make this about a party/holiday in general but it doesn't really work lol, reader is implied to be shorter than yeonjun, i've been super unmotivated lately so this isn't great i'm sorry

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :))

gn reader (no pronouns used)

feedback is appreciated <33

⋆｡°✩ soobin

(word count 177)

“jagi,” soobin whispers as he reaches over to brush a stray strand of hair out of your face. he moves his hand to rest against your cheek, brushing his thumb against your skin as you slowly stir awake. “good morning,” he smiles.

“morning,” you mumble. you squint at the sudden brightness hitting your eyes.

soobin walks around to the other side of your bed as he slips underneath the covers to lay beside you once again. you roll over to face him so your head is resting against his chest. you smile to yourself at the rhythmic beating underneath your ears. “yeonjun-hyung called. hybe is throwing a party thing. he was wondering if we were going.”

“sounds fun,” you hum. “we should go. we haven’t seen heeseung in a while anyways.”

“okay,” he nods. “i’ll let him know.” your eyes flutter closed once again as soobin rubs a hand against your back. a sigh in content escapes you as you nuzzle closer against his warmth. 

“i love you, y/n,” soobin smiles. 

“i love you too, bin.”

⋆｡°✩ yeonjun

(word count 181)

“y/n,” yeonjun calls you over, holding a decoration up against the wall. 

“tilt it a little to the left,” you instruct. he carefully moves it from side to side until it looks straight. “good! that looks perfect.”

yeonjun tapes it onto your wall before walking over to stand next to you. he wraps his arms around your waist, leaning his chin against your shoulder as you step back to admire your work. the dorms had been decorated with a variety of different lights and pieces of tinsel you had found laying around the hybe building. “you know, i’ve been thinking,” he murmurs, leaning his weight against you. 

you shift to look at him with a soft smile. “about?”

“i love this.” yeonjun pauses as he gestures to the walls around you. “decorating with you.” he moves so he’s standing in front of you, holding your hand in his. he reaches into his pocket to pull out a small key. you gasp as he slips the thin piece of metal into your palm. “y/n, will you move in with me?”

⋆｡°✩ beomgyu

(word count 174)

“are you ready?” beomgyu calls as he adjusts the hood of his onesie further over his head. the small bear ears sit upright against his head; the costume is complete with a small tail sewn into the back. 

you open the bathroom door in lieu of a response, emerging wearing your own bear costume. the pristine white fabric contrasts with the brown of beomgyu’s as you move to stand before him. he smiles brightly at you. he reaches up to tug your own hood down over your head. “you look so pretty!” he cheers. “come on, give me a twirl!”

despite rolling your eyes in faux annoyance, you hold your arms out before spinning around to show off each part of the onesie. beomgyu excitedly applauds your movements, making you chuckle. he smiles as he reaches up to pull you down onto his lap on the couch; his arms rest comfortably around your waist. “i love you,” he whispers, leaning down to press a kiss against your forehead.

“i love you too,” you smile.

⋆｡°✩ taehyun

(word count 186)

your tired eyes remain fixated on the movie playing on your tv screen in front of you as you rest your head against taehyun’s shoulder. he softly smiles at the sight of your body curled up beside him. his arm still remains around your waist; his fingertips ghost just underneath the hem of your shirt. your hair tickles the exposed skin of his neck. your bodies are tangled together in a heap underneath a blanket.

taehyun flinches slightly at a sudden jumpscare, making you chuckle slightly. you nuzzle yourself even closer against his body, letting out a small sigh of content. he reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair out of your eyes as the music playing through the speakers quiets down. “tired?” he whispers.

“a little,” you hum. you sleepily shift to look up at him with a soft smile.

taehyun reaches over to cup your cheek, quickly pulling you into a sweet kiss before he coaxes you to lay down in his lap. your head rests comfortably against his thighs as he rubs small shapes against your side. “get some rest, jagi.”

⋆｡°✩ huening kai

(word count 184)

“i’m gonna give this one a face,” kai murmurs, leaning further over the cookie. his hand grip the bag of frosting tightly as he carefully guides the substance to create the perfect shape. 

you snicker as you step back to watch him. kai remains hunched over as he continues working on his design. his face scrunches up slightly in concentration - his eyebrows are furrowed and his teeth catch his bottom lip between them. 

you reach over to smear a small amount of frosting on your fingertip before wiping it across kai’s nose. “hey!” he gasps, jumping at the sensation. you laugh at his wide eyes and open jaw, licking the rest of the frosting from your hand. 

“sorry,” you chuckle. “i just couldn’t help myself.”

kai purses his lips as he reaches up to wipe the frosting away before grabbing some of his own and wiping it across your cheek. you laugh as he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you back against his chest. he leans in to press a kiss against your cheek. “sorry,” he whispers. “i just couldn’t help myself.”