#that just aint sound too fun

[triglycercule]

alright!!!! kitchen CLEANED ‼️ carry on PACKED ‼️ now i just need to do my homework and then maybe take a really really really quick (4 hour long) nap before dinner/online class. then i will grind on the silly silly why did i decide to do this animation meme/animatic until 3 am hits and i've gotta hit the port. the AIRport :3

in exchange for my incredible unprecedented productiveness i made this little doodle just now. i'm actually a liar i did this in school but still

[todayisafridaynight]

HAVE BEEN ROTATING Y7 ARAKAWA IN RGGO ARAKAWA'S DRIP IN MY MIND FOR AEONS YOU SEE THE VISION....................

Listen. I think. I think it would work. I think we could've still won. The physics probably would've been a pain, but if I think about it as an echo of the red iin his costuming in the play at the start, and link it back to how the plot of the play comes to represent part of his life, it would [unintelligible]

But no for real, the sliver you can see of the snakeskin on Jo and the fact it's the lightest thing you can see on his whole outfit feels purposeful. It's still incredibly funny to me that whole thing was treated as a twist at all. But.

And the progression on account of the timeskip is sick too from a symbolic perspective. It's things like the 2019 tie having the exact same pattern as in 2000, but it's also now the only real color in his entire ensemble, the purple from his shirt relegated to the tie and the pink completely gone. Hanging on to the past (although I guess this is more RGGJo's thing), forcing his "self" into a smaller and smaller space, that kind of thing. If we go with Sololiquy for a moment, maybe there's also something there about things being livelier when Ichi was around, for better or worse.

All the leather is ostensibly much more luxurious, befitting of his rise in status, but it's also burying him further in these additional layers of security. The gloves DO pull it together, and they also leave him basically completely covered-up from head to toe, which I can't help find fascinating.

So, you know, he looks sick with the gloves on, but there's also a different Flavor when recognizing he had them on the first battle when he was hiding so much from Ichi, but in the second battle, where he hopes to come clean, he's bare-handed ("Ichi-vision" notwithstanding).

And I think it's also worth recognizing that the gloves would've offered some protection when he went to grab the blade, but he grabs it anyway in his bare hand. With the amount of force you apply when you swing a blade and it actually connects, that'd hurt him just as bad, but it shows he's past the point of caring about what happens to him even before he says so. (I still think we should've probably seen his hand cut and bleeding when out of Ichi-vision, but y'know.)

Much to think about...

NO I SEE YOUR VISION I SEE WHERE YOU'RE GOING they could've done that.... true the physics would've been a pain but I think we can trade some of the effort that went into The Bread and put it towards the scarf and coat.....

The evolution of Jo's outfit in conjunction with the surrounding environment and circumstances really is mad interesting, and as someone who really enjoys 'storytelling' (idk if that's the exact word rn but i aint ever been good with words in the first place) through character design/wardrobe. Any note I coulda said you've already said for me, yet I still wish I had some more words to express how much I love the changes in his outfit and how it reflects himself and the story at that particular point 😷

[chocum]

P POWER !

— “that pussy got power” feat. shiu kong, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, satoru gojo, suguru geto, & choso kamo.

WARNINGS. fem reader (she/her), recording, overstim, shower sex, choking, eye contact, spit, slaps, threesome, anal, oral (m+f) needy men. note i hope you all are doing well. p power came on when i was On my way! to work (literally like half of it was written while i was on the clock lol) and then this was born — i basically just took a lyric i think best described them from the song. this was more fun than i thought it would be and ill prob do it again for a diff song. anyways, feedback + reblogs are greatly appreciated ty and enjoyyy!! unedited bc we poured up for the 4th n im a little tipsy ( ｡ •̀ ᵕ •́ ｡)

SHIU KONG — “SHE WANNA GO VIRAL, KEEP FUCKIN’ FOR HOURS”

“look so pretty for the camera baby, look at you” shiu slowly moves to bring his phone closer to where his thick cock burrows and disappears in your struggling pussy— crying and creaming porcelain white around his length, messy. “so full, but she keeps begging for more. squeezing me so tight, how fuckin’ greedy”

he always fills you up so well— massaging your silky walls, his leaky cock curving languidly, kissing your spot with each stupidly slow stroke.

shiu loves to “take his time” with you. loves to just lazily push his hips up, roll them against yours, skin melding, creating delicious friction. it doesn’t take much with you. his cock was made for you after all— perfectly molds your pussy, hugging him with your gummy walls.

“know you wanna show out for the camera baby, cum again f’me. show ‘em how good you are. cmon baby juuuust like that.” you let out a soft, helpless whimper, feeling the heat of embarrassment surge across your cheeks like a wildfire, consuming you, spreading with a prickly intensity that makes your skin flush, your heart racing as he talks you through it, coaxing you closer and closer.

then you’re babbling broken cries of his name over and over and over as you cum around him again, your cunt sucking another load from him too, he never leaves you behind.

he keeps his phone focused on how you milk him dry, sliding out slowly, lewdly, with a throaty “fuck” before stuffing his fingers in your achy pussy making you jump, overstimulation tickling up your spine, “don’t let me out, can’t let all your hard work go to waste, now can we?”

KENTO NANAMI — “SHE WET IN THE SHOWER, THAT PSSY GET LOUDER”

nanami’s eyes sweetly dive into yours, intimately. his broad hands stretching across the curve of your neck as the warm water crashes against his back, cascading, stinging where you dig your nails into his flexed muscles, leaving angry red slashes.

“fuck. gonna cum if you keep looking up at me so desperately like that, honey.”

the sound of skin against skin gets lost in the heavy downpour of the shower, each drop drumming against the tilled walls, but nanami manages to pull out sweet, sweet moans from deep in your throat— cutting through the cacophony, clear and unmistakable, filthy. they pound through his ears, making his cock throb in your wet, sloppy fucking pussy.

“stick—” he grunts, “stick that fucking tongue out”

you nod with a docile tilt of your head like a little doll, your eyes pools of sincerity— obediently letting your tongue fall out of your mouth. he’s leaning over, his body bending slightly as he tilts his head downward to let spit form and fall from innetween his lips onto your tongue, mixing with droplets of steamy water as it glides down your throat.

“so nasty, hm?” his tone is mean, but he’s praising you, smirking as his grip on you tightens, “my nasty, slut of a wife”

TOJI FUSHIGURO — “WE AINT SAYIN NO VOWS, SHE FUCKIN’ NO COWARD”

“c’mon doll, don’t tap out on me,” toji roughly huffs, feigning sympathy but the smirk that tugs at his scarred lips betrays him like it always does, his hands slapping against your puffy cheek— the mean impact leaving a faint stinging sensation amidst the warmth of his touch “‘m not done stuffing my pretty girl yet, cmon”

you’re so fucked out you can’t even think, limbs hanging limp in his tight, tight grasp, basically picking you up and dropping you on his thick cock as your cunt weeps for him, pooling slick he’s fucked out of you onto the velvety sheets.

even his body trembles, each trained muscle tensing beneath his scarred skin, cock twitching inside you rhythmically because it’s too much, even for him. but he ignores the creeping- painful feeling of overstimulation, hissing through clenched teeth about how you’re so “tight”, so “good for him.”

and once again, he’s cumming inside you, heavy balls slapping against your flush ass as he fucks his seed into your abused little cunt. “toji” you cry, dazed eyes looking into his, but he’s so gone, body taking over, hips still slamming into you as he groans out a breathy— needy “fuck” fingers dipping into the curve of your hips.

“i want to taste you,” he sighs, rushing to pull out before folding you over, “ ‘m not stopping till i’m covered in you, give it to me just how i like it”

CHOSO KAMO — “GET PLAY AS A PLAYER, THAT P GET DEVOURED”

“did my girl miss me, hm?” choso hums against your oozing cunt, fingers pushing your fat lips apart, his pointer and middle spreading, so he can give your pretty little clit his undivided attention, kissing, nuzzling with his nose.

he groans at the way you clench around nothing, just begging for his needy cock, words meshed and muffled against your drooling pussy, “i know she did, pretty, ‘s ok ‘m here now”

he drags his fingers to your mouth, “get ‘em wet” pushing past your puffy lips, for you to lick and suck on, not leaving until they’re dripping in your spit, before dipping into your cunt, dragging them against your silky, warm walls, blowing on your clit so gently each time you greedily buck into his palms.

“gonna give me what i want, huh?” he pauses, kiss. “gonna make a mess for me? i know you can, baby. you always do. always get so messy for me i love it”

you nod sheepishly, hands moving to card through his fluffy hair, both hands gripping onto his scalp to ground yourself and grind on his pretty face.

messily, he slobbers, lapping at your cunt, switching between soft sucks to your clit and broad slow licks, making you shudder and twitch, his arms snaking around your thighs to keep you nice and still for him to devour you.

SATORU GOJO & SUGURU GETO — “TOLD MY BROTHER SHE OURS”

“his tongue feel that good, baby? you’re slacking off. suck me like you usually do. ‘s not fair” gojo’s pouting— whining, his hands gently cradling your cheeks bringing you back to him, but your pretty eyes just keep rolling further and further back at the feeling of geto’s tongue flat against your needy cunt. sucking and spitting all over your messy pussy.

promoting gojo to huff, moving his hand to the back of your neck to start rutting into your little mouth, chest growing warm at how you gag around him, his pride growing now that you’re looking up at him, eyes watering so sweetly for him.

geto’s more mature when it comes to sharing you. just hums, pressing his cock against your puffy folds playing, tapping it against your quivering hole, groaning because you’re so messy. can’t even tell if it’s his drool of your messy slick or both.

before he sinks into your cunt, gojo mutters something your overwhelmed little brain can’t comprehend, but after some shuffling around, you feel it. one slicked-up finger slowly sinking into your ass, while geto bottoms out.

gojo gets mean when he’s jealous, but he isn’t cruel, doesn’t wanna hurt his pretty girl, so he preps your tight ass before sinking his cock inside.

you can’t fucking think, at all, brain mushy turned to goo as they both take you. spewing nothing but dirty shit, calling you all types of names, some sweet most of those from geto, but the “slut”’s and “whore”’s are all gojo. his hips sputtering, going dumb at how your tight little ass squeezes around him— he could barely move, just feels geto’s curved tip brushing against the wall that separates your two little holes.

both rutting into you like animals in heat with no regard for how sensitive you're getting, pretty tears brimming up in your eyes.

“so pretty when you take up both, baby ‘specially this little ass ‘s so tight got fucking lucky. keep fucking draining us”

[coridallasmultipass]

I've been screaming about this for 11 years, thank you.

sorry i love homosexuals

[rpvlix]

12 what’s overrated in the rpc?

13 what’s underrated in the rpc?

//Oh gosh. Boy oh man do i dislike container themes. Theyre okay when they're large enough to read, but most of the time they have teeny tiny 2pt font that i cant even be bothered to try reading. i shouldnt have to zoom my web browser in 250% to read a blog. Not happening!

//Underrated is definitely harder. Uh... To be honest, besides blog themes i don't really notice many trends in the rpc. I guess fandomless OCs feel a little underrated. NO WAIT, i can make this one about themes too (seriously, custom themes are one of the best, most unique parts of the tumblr experience and i love them) Too many people rely on Carrd these days. I get it, it's hard to redirect folks who use mobile (thanks staff), and you gotta know html to customize a theme, but I'm just not a fan of carrd's limited customizability when tumblr themes will let you do so much more for free. But i've also been editing themes since i was like 13 years old so maybe i am just built different. Who can say.

[90sbee]

In my head I'm the one you come home to. You hug me and we have tea together. 

In my head I am your hero and I can kiss your forehead goodnight. 

In my head you look at me. In my head I had (have) a chance.

[waywardsalt]

anyways gustav holst’s jupiter is my favorite in the planets series (shocker. the most well-known one is my favorite) and i’ve heard a couple different ensembles’ renditions of it (at least two.) and i will say that jupiter is a piece that sounds better at a brisker tempo than it does at a reduced tempo (i dont know what tempo the song is originally meant to be played at. one of the versions ive listened to was faster than the other version). in general it feels more triumphant and cheerful and… more like a ‘bringer of jollity’ than if it’s played a bit slower. if played a bit slower then the longer notes and more toned-down segments start to feel like they drag, while if it’s played faster, even the segments with quick note-changes keep from feeling frantic, and the more drawn-out segments still have just the right amount of time they need.

this could be a case where i heard the faster one first and therefore it sounds ‘correct’ compared to the slightly slower version but i still think jupiter sounds better by the ensemble that played it faster

[pzonnie]

a lil party

you had went out with your best friend Sasha since it was her birthday and she wanted the both of you to go out together and have some fun

you both ended up finding this random party hearing lots about it from other family and friends and both plan to go.

problem was.. eren said fuck na. “ren baby pleasee we won’t even be out that long c’mon its her birthday.” you begged your boyfriend, eren just looked at you like you was stupid. “you heard what i said.” and that was it… from him.

now what you look like listening to him??? you hit sasha up and let her know what he said, lucky for you the night of the party, he got drops to make. so you told sasha that you both will go as soonnnnnn as he walk out the door.

the night of the party you make sure you look good, you dig out your closet and find a cute black mini skirt, a red aaliyah graphic tee and some red dunks eren bought for you. oh its over

you and sasha do just as planned and make it to the party around 12 am

you and sasha had a fucking ball, you in the middle of all the circles and sasha catching it, took one too many shots and that where you end up where you at now

drunk out of your mind you and sasha sit at a booth yapping about only god knows what, you freeze when you feel your phone vibrate. youn touch that shit either you just sit there, ready to piss yourself.

you look at your call log and see you accidentally butt dialed eren. “oh fuck sasha.” “you gotta be fucking me” you and sasha hustle like yall playing football bumping into people trying make a touchdown (that fucking door)

you were really in no state to drive but luckily you and erens apartment isnt too far so you could take the backroads and avoid the highway (and the cops) you bid your goodbyes to sasha quickly and apologize for ruining her night (she said it was ok multiple times)

as youre driving home your phone is blowing the fuck up, texts, calls, all from eren. you answer one call “hel-“

“where the fuck you at y/n?” oh he’s pissed… you’re finished. you hear his engine in the background knowing he’s on his way to the party. you cant go out like this. “i-i went out for a second eren.” you sound sloppy as fuck panic fills your gut “where are you y/n” his engine only going faster and his tone getting deeper. you say nothing pulling into the parking lot of the apartment, quickly turning off the car and running inside. “eren-“ he hangs up.

you quickly take off your clothes changing into one of his hoodies and a random pair of underwear. as soon as you plop you hear your front door open and slam shut. you freeze. all that comfort you felt for that split second. gone

eren walks in the room eyes low, hair in a bun, looking dead at you. the wall look so good right about now

“you got 5 seconds to start explaining yourself lil girl.” he start walking towards you taking his jacket off.

“look i was with sasha and i know you told me not to go but eren it was her birthday and she really wanted me to go with her…” he takes his shirt off and stands at the end of your shared bed. “so… sneaking out the answer? that what we doing fr y/n?” he pulls your legs pulling your body down to him. “eren! ‘m sorry.” he kisses you, tongue tustling with yours, you grab the back of his neck guiding him in too of you, deepening the kiss.

he pulls away just a little “if you want me to forgive you, just shut that shit up and do what i say.” he starts sliding his hands through your panties and rub his palm up and down your slit “you wet as shit ma… you missed me while you was having your fun? hm?” his fingers start slowly rubbing your clit. you moan looking in his eyes “eren im sorry, m’… sorry” he slips his middle and index finger inside of you, pace switching up fast, you jump at the pleasure “fuck! s’ too much” you try and push his hand away but he wasnt having that.

“what i say? c’mon ma give it ta me.” you mouth opens slightly letting out the most slutty moans, he scoffs at you, “this loud and i aint even stick my dick in you yet.” you cum at his words, he feels you clenching damn near pushing him out.

“all fours f’me.” he demans tone deep

you turn yourself around for him arching your back just the way he likes it, he rubs on your ass before slapping it leaving a deep red handprint on you skin, you jump leaning away from him. “where you going bring that ass back mama.” he pulls you back by your hips. you hear him unzip his pants and throw them somewhere around yall room. he slids his tip up and down your slit before gliding his dick inside you.

you grip harshly to the sheets as he pounds into you. “ngh! shit baby… slow go slow! i can-t” you reach yours hands back and try and push him off “mhm..” he grabs both of your hands and pins them behind your back with one of his hands. his other hand pulling your hips to meet his. “eren pleaseee.” his strokes slow down but remain deep. he pulls you up by your neck, your head meets his chest. “youn listen this what you need. who pussy this is?”

he feels so fucking good inside you he really do belong in there “yours pa please im sorryyy.. fuck!” you feel your high coming and eren starts moving faster again “ you sayin’ sorry cause you mean it? or you saying it because this dick?” he asks letting your neck go letting your top half fall back onto the bed. you shake your head “mh mh baby im sorry for reall i aint mean ta..ta break your trust daddy forgive-me, mmmm im finna..” your mouth falls open as you cum on your boyfriends dick that white ring forming around his base as he finishes inside you.

your legs fall weak as you lay on the bed worn out. eren gets a warm wash cloth from your bathroom and cleans you off “you know thats all i wanted to hear…” he says laying next to you. you turn around and rub on his chest scooting yourself closer to him. “im really sorry ren… i shoulda really thought ‘bout what i was doin.” he grins a little, he know damn well he cant stay mad at his girl… “can you cook tomorrow, you should make it up f’me a. lil more.” you laugh at him.

“yeah i got you ren.”

yall omfg “take it” got ova 1k likes thank yall sm love u

🫵🏾💋

-pzz💤

[starshipdecay]

Toon Zelda redesigns! I've never been fond of the Toon Zelda design, and these girls deserve some individuality. Design notes and rambles below the cut :D

(time to turn the proper grammar off i aint capitalizing all this. warning: i am verbose)

first up, tmc zelda!

shes the one most like toon zelda, since i felt like the vibes fit the *most* (though not a lot). also, with her place on the timeline, i could justify a lot of bits, like the wings and the cape

the cape! obvs it comes from the toon zelda base design, but also it involves skyloftian fashion! i take the timeline as a challenge, and i once saw a take somewhere that the skyloftians all wear their family crests (most often birds lol) on their person. zelda here (and link too) do just that, wearing their family crests on little caplets. on the back is, of course the royal crest

i went very cutesy princess for her. tmc has such a *whimsical* vibe that i feel is very. muted? by the fact its stuck with the toon style. so i wanted to put in that vibe here. also her sprites make it look like her skirt is super poofy, so how could i not?

curly hair: i wanted something interesting, and most zeldas have straight hair. so! adds to the cuteness

i didnt draw it so well but she (and link) both have very sleepy expressions. zelda especially just has a sleepy expression in her sprite, its quite adorable.

shes not as decked out as other princesses, cuz i see tmc taking place before the royal family really starts to get *royal* as we see it. shes still of course got a tiara and some embroidery tho.

Tetra! her base design isnt all that changed from the original. her name is a fun hc of mine tho. i think "von Hyrule" sounds better as a surname than just "hyrule". shes not zelda, but shes still a descendant.

(WW) princess z (as i call her)

I went more oot zelda vibes for her, since she would be closer, temporally, to oot. i also went very warm, since ive never seen the flood as a *warm* endeavor.

shes got the shoulder danglies, as most zeldas have shoulder armor of some kind. the danglies instead of actual armor are supposed to kind of evoke a royal sea captain kind of vibe.

shes ghostly, with a fish-eyed stare. shes been dead and gone for a long time. shes also a bit taller and a few years older than tetra (as of ww). shes just some spectre the king saw in tetra, not at all a close match

tetra, being smaller than princess z, doesnt fit into the clothes. the dress is too big for her (as is in canon gd that skirt is WAY too long for her), the coat is baggy. the role of a princess *literally* does not fit her.

the ribbons! theyre my replacement for the wings, and they represent the wind in the game! since its represented by white lines, the ribbons are a perfect symbolic match. (also, a note, tetras hair is shorter and coarser than princess z's)

i mostly bullshitted the blue panel but the vague idea i gave it was 'a hope for the triforce to give good fortunes to the people' (pictured as dots, mostly behind her arms)

Pirate Queen Tetra

ph! about a year has passed, and tetra has really grown into her own! as well as literally grown!

shes still tetra, pirate and captain, but shes incorporated that royal heritage into her identity: quite literally! she made piecemeal of the original outfit (what was left of it anyway after the fight), and added bits and pieces to her new life.

she also takes full advantage of said heritage to call herself pirate queen. its great for branding. whos gonna say she CANT go by pirate queen?

the seagull feather is from Aryll. only crew member tetra wears a trinket from (who can say no to that ball of sunshine! certainly not tetra)

not many notes. yall can see whats there. (also she still wears her hair in a bun, its just in a low bun (you can almost see it) when she wears her hat)

st zelda!

first note is: shes not a princess! shes an heiress of the company tetra had made and left behind. hence her title of Lady zelda. ("new hyrule" rly just like-- the ending of ww was *literally* that hyrule is dead and thats okay. how did they miss that :sob emoji:) also calling her Lady Zelda fits with the train vibes

shes in a 1880s style bustle dress because 1) i am OBSESSED with bustle dresses. i love them. so much. 2) the more historical vibe works really well with trains! also a lot of the other outfits in the game have late victorian vibes, so shes certainly not out of place.

her hat (and gloves): any proper lady has a hat on when going about town, however, when she gets body snatched, she pulled out her hatpin to use (ineffectively) as a weapon (she IS tetras great-great-granddaughter), causing her to lose her hat *and* hairdo.

shes still got the hatpin in her ghost form, too. she uses it to threaten people for funsies

Ribbons! on the topic of hairdo, her ribbons! visually tying her to tetras design, the ribbons here instead take on the image of train tracks, with her pin (on the left side) evoking a train engine. the pin also makes her look rich and girly. when her hair comes undone, this makes the ribbons all loose, like how the train tracks disappear in game. (the hat also kinda connects her to tetra)

thanks for reading :D i hope you liked reading this as much as i liked typing it

[yuri-is-online]

OMG SKULLLYYYYY

HES SO CUTE- HES SO ANIMATED AND HIS VOICE IS PITCHED JUST RIGHT THATS ITS LIKE "OH YOURE A PUPPY" AND IT FITS HIM SO WELL AND HES SO FLUFFY AND HE FUCKING KISSED EVERYONE AND CALLED YUU LOVELY AND IS JUST JOKINGLY FLIRTING WITH EVERYONE AND I JUST-

ALL THE OTHER CHACTERS ARE ALL RESERVED AND WEIRD WHEN IT COMES TO HIGS AND KISSES BUT YOU KNOW WHO AINT?! THIS GUY!!! THIS GAY IS FINE IF YUUS ALL KISSY FLIRTY WITH HIM CAUSE HES THE SAME WAY AND ITS JUST 😫😫😫😫 WE HAVE AN OUTLET!!! I CAN BE AS AFFECTIONATE AS I DAMN WELL PLEASE WITH THIS MF AND IT'LL BE FINE CAUSE HE MATCHES ENERGY SO WELL

HES MY NEW FAVORITE WHITE BOY!!! HES SUCH A GENTLEMAN BUT IN SUCH A CHAOTIC WAY AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH OMGGGGGG

He's so energetic and full of life in the same way as the Addams Family is, a real win for the goths and the emos who have stayed stanning Jack the Pumpkin King since Hot Topic first opened it's doors <3

He's even holding Yuu in his arms when they wake up... which gave me a truly evil idea he's such a sweetheart by the sounds of the event so far I will be so sad when we forget everything upon leaving the book. The other NRC guys are just jealous he has the confidence and energy to be a fun flirt because they're too used to Rook pretending to be french to appreciate Skully's swagger lol

[bapple117]

Velvette Slang Masterlist: for the fandom

A gift from a humble Brit to anyone (not from the UK) wanting to write Velv convincingly ~

Hello you wayward sinner!

Are you looking to write Velvette into a fan fiction, comic, roleplay or something else? Would you like to make her sound legit but you have no idea about British (or indeed, South London) slang? FEAR NOT! I, Bapple, am here to hold your hand and guide you through the wonderful world of British slang so you can have fun making Velv sound legit. Let's proceed!

Not all of this will be limited to the UK, of course, and it's not an exhaustive list of ALL British slang either - it's just the kind of things Velv WOULD say as someone from South London.

Insults

For men: bastard, prick, wanker, knob, dickhead, wankstain, bellend, git, tosser, sod, cock, pillock, numpty, codger (means old man)

For women: bint, bitch, slag, wench, slut, tart, trollop, scrub

For anyone: arsehole, arse, twat, sket, muppet, minger (means ugly), bugger, gobshite, cretin

The absolute worst thing you can call someone else is cunt - this is very strong and isn't used in casual conversation, unless you are in VERY informal company, in which case it's thrown around like it's nothing at all. (Come here you cheeky cunt - playful)

Terms of Endearment

Babes, hun, luv, darlin', sweetheart, mate, sweetie, mucker, pal, blud, fam, dear, dearie, honey

Eg: "Alright babes? How's it going darlin?'"

British people often use insults affectionately, too, especially with close friends as a way to tease / banter. (You silly sod, you useless prick, you cheeky git, you daft muppet, etc)

Slang Words

Drunk: trollied, smashed, pissed, wasted, legless, hammered, sloshed, battered, bladdered, merry, shitfaced, arseholed, plastered, lashed

Good: banging, well good, mint, the dogs bollocks, ace, blinding, cracking, brill, fab, neat, beast, fresh, hench, jokes (that's jokes innit), lush, peng (good looking), sick, wicked, peak, wavy

Bad: grim, naff, shite, shit, crap, tat (useless old tat), minging, rank, dry, nasty, humming (means gross)

Pleased: chuffed, buzzing, tickled pink, sorted (I'm sorted mate)

Annoyed: gutted, miffed, pissed off, fucked off, fuming, raging, ticked off, well annoyed, bovvered (used more sarcastically eg: I aint bovvered), vexed

Curses

Bollocks, fucking hell, bloody hell, bugger, piss off, any of the insults used above

Other random words

Bare = a lot of (eg bare money)

Chirpsing, grafting = flirting

Garms = clothes

Lips = kiss (are you tryna lips me?)

Peng ting = good looking person / high quality thing

Standard = of course, yeah no duh (Yeah that's standard mate.)

Tight = cheapskate (Don't be so bloody tight!)

Yard = your house (Come over to my yard)

Banter = conversation that's funny, casual, playful (S'just banter innit)

Convo, chinwag, chat = conversation

Defo = short for definite (Oh he's defo up to something)

Other random phrases

Are you taking the mick? = are you mocking me?

Stop faffing around = be serious and stop messing about

That's mad = wow, I can't believe what you just said or that's amazing

Allow it = just leave it, it's no big deal (Whatever mate, allow it)

Other helpful pointers

When British people (who talk like Velv) swear angrily we do so many times in a whole sentence and add a lot of qualifiers, eg:

"Fuck off you fucking prick, you absolute fucking useless arsehole!"

"Don't piss me off babes or I'll fucking end your shitty little life!"

Making a crude observation about something nearly always a curse in-front of it, eg:

"That's fucking rank."

"It was fucking buzzing mate!"

The Magical Use of Innit:

Innit is a wonderful word that can be used everywhere, especially for someone from South London. It basically means "isn't it?" but it has MANY uses. It can be used to mean an agreement, like "I know right?"

"That was well good innit"

"He's a right twat" - response: "INNIT!"

"It's fuckin grim in here" - "Innit mate"

Adding "well" to words

That was well good - that was well bad - that was well grim

(You get the idea)

That's about it for now!

If I think of anything else I will edit this masterlist and if anyone has any questions please feel free to pop them in my inbox. Happy writing!

[a-twistedheartslonging]

Floyd/Reader Mafia AU

Injuries, masochism on Floyd's end, stitching wounds, mentions of violence, no sex but Floyd is weird and busts a nut.

They/Them used for the reader.

Floyd is going to get himself killed…young too.

They couldn't help but think it as they kneeled between the needlessly long legs of said man, seated on a well-worn leather stool. The make shift surgery room was quiet save for the sound of their shared breaths and the dripping of the near by sink's leaky faucet. 

From what they heard from the others the job was supposed to be something simple. “Just in and out.”

I really shouldn't be surprised. It made sense Floyd would be the one to complicate things…again. He’s a smart and clever person, they knew this well but…boredom can be dangerous when it comes to certain people.

They couldn't help but let out a tired sigh.

Of course, he would be the one to turn it into a shoot-out.

And now they are picking buckshot and glass of out Floyd's bleeding side. His face would tighten up in pain for a moment, showing off sharp teeth, before relaxing slightly and letting out a giggle.

Floyd always did seem to enjoy the strangest things. 

They look from their work for a moment and into his eyes, they see that manic spark that always seemed to glow brighter whenever he saw them.

Floyd…wanted them, they knew that. Why he did? They really didn't know. They weren't self sure like like him or the others, not strong, or particularly interesting. Hell they weren't even a real doctor, just a medical school dropout. 

Not breaking eye contact he spoke. “Fuck Doc, it hurts.” He let out a groan before a grin becgain to spread on his face.“I gotta make sure to kill that fella next time.”

They quickly looked away, bringing their eyes back to their work. 

Aaah I really hope I don’t have to see when it happens.

Nervously they picked out another piece of glass, being as gentle as they could with the jagged tear in his flesh. 

They heard a hiss coming from him when removing this shard before dropping it into a metal container with the others. A large hand suddenly gripped their shoulder and pulled them up some, causing them to let out a startled noise.

“Eh, Doc, can't ya be more careful? It might leave a scar.”

They tried to keep neutral it but couldnt help but make a face at that.

Oh please. They knew full well he liked his scars, he even thought they made him look cool. They lost count of how many times he would show them off and insisted they touch them and…he keeps calling them that. He must really like making fun of them.

“Stop…stop calling me that.” 

“Huh? Nah, don't think so. You're my cute little Doctor Shrimp, always patching me up.”

They look over his shoulder to stare at the wall as he speaks, eye contact would be too much. Especially with their position. Being between a grown man's legs certainly wasn't helping with their anxiety, nor did they make it a habit to be around men in such a way.

“You ignoring me Doc? That aint very nice.” Floyd muttered.

They shook their head, they weren't. 

“Then why don't you-”

The interrupted “I, uhm, I need to stitch your wounds now Floyd.” They spoke quickly. Whatever Floyd wanted them to do, they really shouldn't. Best to finish this as soon as they can.

And so they stuck the needle into him.

Floyd yelped. His body twitched and he squeezed his eyes shut as the needle moved through his flesh. In and out it went, sewing his skin together. 

“Worst pain I've ever felt, Doc.” He said, but he was lying through his teeth. How could this be worse than everything else he's been through? Shot, stabbed, and even suffered through broken bones for god's sake…all things they took care of for him.

They pulled at the thread and Floyed trembled, high spots of red rising in his cheeks. With each stab of the needle, his body shivered. 

As they dragged the wound shut, a different kind of groan tumbled out. 

They stopped at hearing the sound, heat rushing to their face. Without meaning to, they brushed against his thigh, and Floyd went stiff.

They looked down and saw the state of Floyd's pants. He was hard.

The pain. Jeez, he was getting…off on the pain. It was either the pain, the attention, or both. Jade had the weirdest reactions to everything. 

The air around them turned hot. They were sweating, but their hands were cold and clammy under thier surgical gloves. Whatever Floyd thought this was, whatever he was feeling, they really shouldn’t encourage it.

“Go on, Doc, finish the job.” Floyd said, his tone taunting. When they looked at him, his expression was heated and almost…desperate. He looked so wrecked.

The sight of Floyd, his sounds, how pathetic he was right now…a wave of arousal went through them, followed by shame and further anxiety. They felt like thier were going to pass out.

I need to leave and soon.

They pulled the final stitch closed, finishing it.

With shaky hands they fumbled for the rubbing alcohol, letting the cap fall to the ground. Staring at the blood they hwsitated for a moment before carefully emptying the entire bottle onto the wound.

They poured it until the bottle was empty and tossed it away to be cleaned later, the plastic bottle bouncing off the floor. 

They didn't truly want to hurt Floyd but they needed that heated expression to go away.

Floyd made a choked noise, sounding almost pathetic, and arched off the examination table. Rivulets of alcohol flowed down his skin, mixing with his blood. It dripped down his side, his stomach, and past the vee of his hips, soaking into his blood-stained pants.

He threw his head back, convulsing with pain. His mouth opened to utter a broken cry before falling backward, back hitting the examination table and body going limp.

They let out a gasp. “Oh…oh god.” Eye's locking onto a new wet patch at the front of his pants. 

They...really shouldn’t have expected anything different. Floyd had made his…want of them clear. In his strange mind pain was just another outstretched hand to him. Part of them knew nothing they could do would dissuade him. It scared them but also…made them feel something else they really... shouldn't. 

Floyd's mismatched eyes found them again, looking up at them half-lidded. With a smile, he licked his lips with a long inhuman tongue.

With a trembling hand, they reached for the door and quickly left the room.

[sashi-ya]

𝐥𝐞𝐭'𝐬 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 yakuza! roronoa zoro x f! reader. [+𝟏𝟖]

❀ tw: MDNI. Would you like to serve a mafia boss like Zoro as his sugar baby? I would. car fucking. squirting. pure smut. creampie. I do not romanticise mafia, this is just fiction. ❀ wc: 1.3k

Who carries a katana nowadays?

Why, from all the men you could have fallen with, you chose him? Having an affair with a Yakuza should be the last thing to do for a young woman like you… and yet, there you are still, getting inside an all-black car, with armoured walls and windows.

Your tiny frame compared to his gets dragged to the back seat and then over his lap.

“New perfume, hm?” he asks, nuzzling on your neck.

Straight nose, lips a little cracked. Strong arms around your waist, pressing you down. Zoro, better known as the King of Hell around friends and foes,  needs to destress after a long day making business…

“You bought it for me, King of Hell” you mumble, almost robotically. You don’t want to commit any type of mistake… you are there, only and for one purpose; serve Roronoa Zoro with your body.

Truth is that you are scared of him, and yet, you can’t wait for the night to come to get absolutely destroyed by his demonic thrusts.

“Good girl… I thought of a special plan tonight. I kinda wanna have some fun, some drinks and perhaps fuck you anywhere I please” he says, so nonchalantly as he squeezes one of your breasts.

You jolt to his touch; you are used to this treatment. Is not disrespectful, he only does what the contract you signed stipulated.

The bumpy roads of the city he controls become a blessing for a shameless hardness growing underneath of your legs.

“I’m already getting hard, maybe we won’t get to the place without me filling that pussy with cum…” he whispers, with raspier sexy voice, in your ear. Zoro bites your neck soon after, owning a beautiful moaning coming from your lips.

“In fact, stand up” he commands, lifting you up from your waist. His strong arms can make his katana cut steel; you weight nothing to him.

The sound of his black pants zipper going down competes against the melody of your accelerated breathing. He wants to fuck you right there, in the car, with the chauffer a few centimetres from where you are. And the only things separating you from him is nothing but a black frosted plastic.

Slowly turning around, you see him pumping his dick to get ready for your walls. There isn’t much space, even if the car is pretty big, is just what it is. The windows have gotten pretty foggy already, your skin is burning.

“Com’ere” he orders, so impassively calmed, with a hand on his sex and the other one loosening his tie.

You nod, lifting the tiny skirt you are expected to wear, with of course, no panties underneath.

Biting your lower lip, you slowly get closer to his sex by sitting back into position.

However, Zoro has no time to lose, and he needs to feel your warmth around his shaft now.

Huge hands, with a thumb pretty calloused, squeeze your hips. “Sit down already” he grunts, pressing you violently against his lap.

Hardness that feels like the sharp of his katanas impaling you, makes you moan loudly. Some tears form in the corners of your eyes, and a mixture of pain and pleasure invade your body leaving your brain completely blank.

“Ugh, so tight! I just love to fuck you, little bitch” he growls, as he begins to pump inside you, deeper each time. Your legs hang on each side of his legs, without reaching the floor of the car. No matter how tall you are, you aint bigger than him.

Zoro lets go of your hips to invade your chest in between jumping buttons of a Gucci shirt he bought for you.

The erect part of your nipples, so sensitive, feels like the perfect place to pinch for him. He is rough, but precise. He knows exactly where to squeeze, where to pull too.

Your back lays over his prominent chest, and the interior of the vehicle smells like sex. His own body scent is stronger than any perfume… and it’s spellbinding to you.

As he keeps fucking you, you notice the car isn’t moving. The lights of Shibuya cross outside show that once again you are stuck in the typical rush hour of Tokyo. But he doesn’t care, nor you do.

“Spread those legs, bitch” he tells you, passing his hands from behind to your inner thighs. Mercilessly, Zoro spread them by carving his nails on your flesh.

He smirks, biting your shoulder with no delicacy. “What about ruining the upholstered, mh?” he laughs, still inside you and his hands in behind your knees to keep your legs open as much as he can. Your ass is also brought a little further, making his dick to fully hit your special spot with indescribable pressure and pleasure.

Your eyes open wide, your accelerated breathing; the shame in you too high to even let you say something.

The depraved yakuza wants you to cum all over the seat… why? Oh, cause he can. Cause he wants. Cause he have thousands of cars too. And also, because he despise his chauffer named Sanji… he wants him to clean the seats.

It takes Zoro a matter of seconds -and deadly thrusts- for you to experience in your guts the “losing control” feeling.

“I can feel you are throbbing around my dick, that means you are close… aren’t you? Come on, I want to see you so wet before I fill you up” he keeps whispering, low, with warm breath and some nibbling on the lobe of your ear.

You can only nod frantically, short of air, printing your palm on the foggy surface of the car window. “Yeh- yes… King of Hell…” you whine, feeling exactly what he described; an unstoppable throbbing that will soon lead you to explode.

He goes harder, even faster. Your eyes going white, a pressure building in your core and dripping fluids running through the sides of his caramel, veiny dick.

Zoro can sense the pressure pushing his sex out of your spasming walls. He keeps going, forcing it to keep growing inside your womb, trying to make your belly bloated from pressure and his thrusts. He wants your climax to be strong enough to push him out of you. And with his perfect demonic hips rhythm that doesn’t take longer to arrive…

“Zo-Zoro-sama!!!” you moan, loud enough to be heard by half Tokyo -not to mention by the chauffer-

“Come on, little bitch! Cum, now” he celebrates, allowing a big pushing spasm to make him slide out of you. As he predicted, you explode. Dripping, with a stream tinting in the soft red lights filtering through the foggy windows, getting everything around wet.

Your nails carved into the sides of his muscular thighs, as a sign of your body trying to grab for dear life not to pass out…

“FUCK, FUCK FUCK FUCK!” You repeatedly swear, making your green haired dom to laugh so pleased for your reaction.

And as you tremble, because of non-stoppable waves of climax, he impales your right back in.

This time, Zoro lets go of your legs, and now he pushes you against the plastic wall in front of you. Your cheek squeezed against it, seeing the blurry image of the driver through that not that private separation.

Zoro’s hands land on each side of your face, also pressed against the plastic. It cracks a little, yet it is able to hold both of your weights.

His back hits the roof of the car, and he doesn’t care. Zoro only wants to finish, and for that he will have to fuck you just a little longer.

Your inner thighs are completely dampened, and the once again penetration makes won’t allow you to rest. A state of constant climax has invade you, it isn’t stopping… you aren’t breathing properly, you aren’t even thinking straight.

Completely dampened in your fluids, you are about to be blessed with the sticky release of the man who posses you.

One of Zoro’s hands passes around your neck, gripping tightly to it. Big enough to grab it all, to squeeze it and make sure not a single molecule of oxygen reaches your lungs.

“I want you to walk inside the bar with my cum dripping down your legs, ok? My sweet little bitch?” he murmurs, causing you to shiver strongly than you have been until now.

“Ye-yes, Zoro-sama” “Good girl, I might wanna make you my wife after all… now… Hold. It. In. Until. We. Arrive…”

[koolades-world]

hello sorry if your requests are closed pls feel free to ignore this if they are :(

i just got this nice idea and wanted to share it and maybe you could do hc idkkkk anywayy !!

so imagine a mc but they're a poc (black, asian, whatever) and they always felt kinda like an outcast in the human world bc they lived in a white neighbourhood and now they're in the devildom and... wow Mammon, Simeon, Mephisto ?! (and maybe Dia and Raphael too cuz they can be mixed or something)

Like I am japanese and I live in europe and in my whole life I've interacted with like 3 or so poc ?? That's sooo little! I would be overjoyed to meet people (demons) that aint white- there is some common experience shared with all poc and i just need that 'bound' with someone lool

Anyway sorry this kinda sounded like a rant by the end but yea! even if you don't do it its ok! Have a nice day and ily !/p ♡

hello!! of course :)

i only moved once when i was younger but both neighborhoods were predominantly white, and i don’t think I’ve ever had a close poc friend that wasn’t an online friend. in middle and elementary i was one of like three or four pocs. high school was better but since I was a magnet kid, i always saw the same people and they were majority white. I’m almost certain I was the only mixed one in that program

bottom line, i can relate haha

enjoy <3

Poc Mc and the poc boys

poc solidarity!

of course the first demon you see is Diavolo, and while you don’t trust him right off the bat because you’ve just been basically abducted for this program, it’s nice to see a poc in charge

since mammon is assigned your caretaker, of course you’re quick to form a friendship

when he learns about your childhood since that comes up at some point, he goes oddly silent and listens carefully when you tell your stories

eventually he himself opens up a little about what it was like in heaven and his experience

gonna break format for a minute, simeon and I would be such good friends, besties even. a writer, very kind, a great baker and cook, a great fashion sense, and he looks like me? omg sign me up we’re twins. there is such a thing as two pretty best friends lol

simeon is so naturally effortless but sweet, so it wasn't hard to become his friend

he's more than happy to help you where ever needed

after you get over the whole kidnapping thing, you become fast friends with dia because he's just so wonderful to be around

and he's more than happy to be your friend because the poor guy doesn't have enough. he'll take you to do all sorts of fun stuff and even if your pictures together end up everywhere online, he doesn't care

you also are a little reluctant to warm up to mephisto because of what lucifer had said about him, but diavolo spoke highly of him, so you spent a couple afternoons with him

and you found yourself very interested in him and the rad newspaper, left wondering why lucifer hated him so much

if you want, you're more than welcome to help out and of course receive credit where credit is due

it was also kind of intimidating to get close to raphael too since he seemed so tough and unapproachable, but he was actually great to have a late night talk with and helped you out with any kind of fashion dilemma

maybe the devildom isn't so bad after all...

[tonkatsubowl]

false love iii.

jing yuan x fem!reader

nsfw themes (cursing and stuff i think. mentions of domestic abuse and self harm. mentions of suicide. no, jing yuan aint hurting u bb girl). read at your own risk. english isn’t my first language, so please don’t mind the grammatical errors. (っ◞‸◟ c)

⪩ arranged marriage. the reader and jing yuan have an arranged marriage and she is stuck, disliking every moment of it, until…

TERM DIRECTORY ◖y/n: your name ◖e/c: eye color ◖h/c: hair color ◖l/n: last name

requested tags ➽ @mythicalamphitrite @20forty9

part one. / part two. / part four. / part five. / part six. / part seven.

"⸻wait, how much did he say he was going to pay us?"

"almost an entire fortune. enough for me to bed many women, to purchase a few homes..."

"c'mon, man. be specific. like how many credits?"

"eh. a million."

"wh⸻...a...a-a million!? you're crazy!? just to sell this girl off or even kill her?"

"i wasn't gonna plan on killing her...yet. i was planning on having my own fun with her. then i was gonna carry out the murder. he said he wanted her head or something."

"eh, i don't blame you for the fun part. she's got a good lookin' body. beautiful too. but you sure you can lop her head off?"

"c'mon, it's just a head you gotta lop off."

"damn, dude, sounds like you did this shit before..."

two voices. two unfamiliar voices. two voices that belonged to men that you didn't recognize at all. you were unable to really see anything, nor did you have the ability to speak. but you were listening quietly.

you were blindfolded and a cloth was wrapped over your mouth. your hands were tied behind your back, rendering you useless to do anything. you didn't know where you were at, but you had woken up from a deep slumber. as you listened, you took notes in your head...

selling you...murder. assaulting you. then being paid by a man of great fortune. you were scared, definitely. but you were not surprised by the doom you were facing at this very moment. you were expecting to face some sort of monstrosity in your life one way or another. now here you are.

"she still asleep over there?" you hear one of the voices say.

you hear one of them turn, the shuffle of their clothing was a clear indication for it. "yeah. seems so. the drug you gave her is a hard ass one, huh?"

"yeah, it should knock her out for a while."

"man, take off the blindfold off of her. i wanna see what she actually looks like."

that's when you froze in place, hearing them come closer to you as their footsteps approached you. you held your breath, feeling their measly large hands come forward to remove the blindfold that concealed your beautiful eyes. then, upon the removal of the fabric, you saw the world again... though you didn't know where you were at, really. you saw two men. both of them were dressed in casual attire, and it was scarily enough that they looked like average xianzhou citizens. but the look on their eyes revealed nothing but pure cruelty and evil intent.

"oh, you are awake." one of them cooed to you as he purred. his disgusting hand lifting towards your chin, raising your head with the curl of his index finger. "morning, beautiful." his raunchy breath hit your face, and how badly you wanted to smack him across the face with a brick. but you couldn't.

the drug had caused you to become weak, but for some reason...there was something stirring inside of you. something telling you not to give up, despite the troubles and dangers that lead you upon this path.

"we're gonna have some fun soon, beautiful," the stranger licked his lips, his breath reeking of heavy liquor and cigarettes. "your little daddy paid us to get rid of you."

your father...paid them?

your eyes were dull, solemn...lifeless and dead. it was as though you were an empty doll with no soul residing within yourself. unfortunately, you were used to this sort of...treatment. being used, hit...why haven't you just died yet? you weren't surprised, either.

...but this feeling inside of you...it still continued to stir. something about this situation...something about you. something that you felt within was blossoming.

...no. i don't want to die like this. i don't want to die. not when i just now became free.

it was like the thought of jing yuan had snapped you back to reality, your eyes now glimmering with some sort of ray of hope. your eyes brightened, as though gaining hope once more. you hear jing yuan's voice repeating back in your head, as though reminding you of your new purpose in life. your new freedom, the freedom that you deserved.

"i want to make it known to you that i want you to live comfortably here and freely. my home is now your home, y/n."

"alright, little lady. lemme just," the criminal extended both hands, his fingers grabby at your clothing, "get rid of this little piece of thing and we'll have some⸻"

gaining momentum in your legs, you force yourself up, headbutting into the man's head. you hit directly at his nose, causing blood to sputter from his nostrils and for him to stumble back.

"you little⸻you little bitch!"

his ally extended a hand towards you, grabbing you by the chin. this was mistake on his end, considering he basically let loose of the cloth that went around your mouth. using this as an opportunity, you bit at his hand, teeth biting and digging into his flesh. the taste of his own blood in your mouth... suddenly, you had a burst of energy inside of you.

you can't die.

you can't die here. not when you had a future with jing yuan to live for, now! this freedom, this...

"garg⸻! you bitch!" retracting his arm back, one of the criminals retrieved a knife from himself. "we're gonna teach you a fuckin' lesson now, you cunt!"

your eyes froze, lingering on the knife...but you can't just freeze in fear, anymore. it was time for you to run. that was when you bolted off in the opposite direction, your hands still tied around your back. your heart was aching, racing, your eyes were wide. you never felt this much energy in your legs before. never had you ever felt this unfamiliar burst of energy that allowed you to...want to live.

jing yuan...was this your doing? where were you?

unfortunately, you felt yourself fall when a heavy weight was shifted upon you, crushing you against the pavement of the ground. you cried in pain as you fell, feeling one of the bones in your shoulder breaking. you panicked, looking to the side, seeing the criminal's wide face and the blood that oozed from his nose.

"damn right we're gonna teach you a fucking lesson." that was when he grabbed the back of your clothing.

"stop⸻!" you shut your eyes tightly, embracing the worst of it all...

...until⸻

"gyaaa!" the sound of blood and flesh being torn had filled your ears instead. you felt the weight from your back basically relief itself from your body. you heard a loud 'thud!', and your eyes slowly open...

you were shaking. you were breathing uncontrollably. you couldn't think. you were panicking. your mind was on fight or flight mode.

"what the...the general!?" you hear one of the criminals say in the background, then some noises in regards to conflict.

"fuck⸻fuck! you little⸻" the sound of ice piercing into one's flesh were bliss to your ears, but you were unable to process anything at this very moment.

your eyes came to a soft close, and your body was carefully scooped into a pair of strong arms. you were breathing, and the voice of your familiar husband was murmured into your ear,

"i'm sorry for taking so long, y/n. you're safe now."

you were losing the sense of your surroundings. you barely felt his nose nuzzle into your cranium as he held you close to his chest.

then, another set of footsteps...lighter ones. these footsteps stop at your side, introducing yanqing's voice. "general! they're ready to be taken in custody, however one of them is..."

"that's fine," jing yuan replied, "being taken in prisoner is too much of a blessing for them. killing them, granting them death is something that wouldn't even be enough for them. they deserve a fate much more cruel than just imprisonment and death. i pray that the aeons will punish them further."

"...i see. hm. how is lady y/n doing? her shoulder... it's..."

"she's alive and well, besides her shoulder," jing yuan said, "yanqing. prepare the infirmary immediately."

"yes sir."

you were exhausted, incredibly so. everything on your body hurt, especially your shoulder. it felt like something was burning, something was on fire—but once your adrenaline had died out, the rest of your body began to hurt... and god, this was the price for survival, wasn't it?

pain in your body was almost unbearable. but luckily, it died out immediately when you had opened your eyes... there were nurses nearby working their best to recover you. one nurse in particular was speaking to you in a soothing voice, but you couldn't make out the words. the others were changing your bandages, and the others were bringing you a wet towel, placing it over your head.

"....—fever. she........ feve—"

... huh? who had a fever?

oh, that's when you realized that the nurses were talking about you. that was the moment when everything had hit you immediately.

you were struggling to breathe. your body felt hot. yet, you were so cold. you were practically shivering under the blankets. luckily enough, you were in safe and good hands.

your vision was still a blur as you were still waking up. you recognized a familiar, ash-blonde—silver male approaching you.

... jing yuan?

you were too exhausted to even try to focus. your eyes came to a close again, forcing you to rest once more...

"how is she?" yanqing asked jing yuan as he walked up towards his general's side, his eyes peeling towards your sleeping body.

"y/n's well. it seems she's caught a fever, as well. i feel terrible for this situation, truth to be told..."

"i cant... exactly blame you for feeling that, general. you both were recently wed, and now..."

jing yuan looked towards his lieutenant, "mm. how was the interrogation?"

"well, he was afraid enough to reveal the truth to why y/n was captured. according to his testimony, y/n's father had paid them to sell her away, or to get rid of her entirely. he admitted that his friend was going to... well, bed her."

there was a sour look on jing yuan's face.

"...her father... selling her? but the marriage practically allowed her to be away from her family. why did he want to hire these men to kill her?"

yanqing shook his head. "that, i am unsure, sir. i had asked him the same question, and he did not know. there was no lie to his words during the interrogation. a man who fears for his life would never lie."

jing yuan was silent. "... yanqing. please remain by her side closely when i cannot be around her physically. something about this situation irks me, and i have no choice but to interrogate this matter... discreetly."

yanqing nods, kneeling respectfully. "yes, general."

[lovebaby123]

Shy Seductress

Summary :Jeon Jungkook finds his new interest in a specific "part" of the new shy girl in his college. Despite his cold nature, his perverted mind pulls him towards her in secrecy while she tries to run away.

Pairing : Jungkook x fem!reader

Rating : 21+

Genre : cold boy x shy girl , bully!jk, pervert,nasty!jk, sweet!reader, quiet!reader, nasty smut

Warning: Jungkook is very dirty minded, bold and nasty with reader. Secret intimacy. Reader is a virgin. Milf reader. Hidden grope. Public grope,unprotected sex( dont ) , fingering , eating out, boobs play, dirty talk, etc.

A/n : enjoy guys! Let me know if you like it in the comments. Love you all🩷

Jungkook's POV:

I scrolled through the hallways mindlessly, utterly bored of the lectures going on. Fuck their psychology shit. I aint the one to hear their bullshit as i look around the campus to find something fun. Suddenly my phone rang as i stopped to take it out of my leather jacket's pocket. Jimin. I pick it up as i randomly lean against the locker to talk.

"hey buddy whats up" His oh so bored mumble reach my ear as i sigh, feeling the void as well.

"Just passing the most boring day of my life." I whisper ,not having the mood to even talk.

"Damn you sound like you have been bitchless for more that 2 hours kook." He laughed at his own joke and I rolled my eyes.

"Yea you mo-..."

What. The. Fucking. Hell.

"Hey? Kook?"

My eyebrows crease a bit as my grip on the phone tightens up. My jeans seemed a bit too bothering at the sight in front of me as i could'nt keep my eyes off the absolute slutty of the body i have seen in my career of slutting bitches down.

Long black open hair. Tight black tank top holding in those oh so juicy tits , that i can just tell must be so so soft to hold in my rough fingers. That very..short red skirt, reaching her mid thigh as those long chain earrings in her ears that hide in her black hairs but my eyes can easily see, make my fingers tighten. Her face looks down as she walks prettily slow towards my side.

Oh god.

Finally some fun.

"YAHH FUCKER??!"

I hear jimin's voice in my ear as i was pulled out of my dirty trance as my eyes refuse to lose the sight of those gorgeous covers milkers.

"Yea yea ..im...listening" My hard voice reached her ears as she looked up.

Oh fuck me.

Fucking doe eyes.

Her pace slowed down as she quickly looked away as I saw her ears going red.

I smirk. Hah. Got ya.

I lean more against the locker as my head falls back taking in her baby as she slowly stops right beside me, inserting the key to the lacker that must belong to her.

I keep talking to jimin in a very low voice, knowing she is obv listening.

"Yea...just found something very....interesting to look at". I say on my phone looking directly at her milky thighs.

Her face heats up as she puts her bag in the locker slowly.

Aww. Shy baby aren't ya?

I fucking love it.

Her vanilla scent inserts in my nostrils as I inhale the air closing my eyes, open them again, gazing at her long locks flowing with the wind.

My hand withdraws from my right pocket as it slowly advances towards the locks, holding a silky strand in my index and middle finger, curling it softly as i feel her going still.

"Uh huh. I do love big things you know right jimin?"

My fingers slowly trail down her very silky arm as i keep talking to him, not really listening.

Slowly, standing straight, my hand holds her hand softly, turning her around as I turns to face the locker, trapping her between my very big body, compared to hers. Shorty.

Her eyes ,wide, not looking at me. She stares at my neck chain. As i lean my arm above her, leaning down to her face. Very close. She still refuses to look at me as my hand holding hers leaves it, and advance it back to her curls.

" Yea? Oh i love it uk"

I whisper right in her ear.

Her fingers fiddle with each other in nervousness as i continue my intimate closeness with her not so cute body.

"Hmm..talk to you later kay. Bye. "

Finally. I pull my phone away from my ear, slipping it in my jeans back pocket as her body tenses up.

Oh you dont know...

My eyes again scan her body.

"Hmm..."

I hum as i lean closer. She leans back looking away.

"New here?"

My deep voice, coming out in the whisper, startles her as i chuckle.

She nods slowly, not looking up.

"Hmm. Whats your name pretty?"

I ask her as my eyes again get stuck on those mommy milkers.

Damn. This is bad.

I hear her whisper something. Not quite listening due to my "distraction".

I lean my ear to her mouth to hear her better.

"huh?"

"y..y/n.." She whispers again. Very softly.

My eyes close as her voice, as silky as ever reaches my ears.

However, controlling myself, i pull away a little. Letting her breathe finally.

"You can call me jeon"

She looks up finally as she stares at me.

I smirk. Oh she knows thats not a name. But a surname. Smart too.

I finally step back.

My hands in my pocket as she breaths out.

"See you...later"

I say looking directly at her tits. Her face turn bright red at my action as i smirk turning away.

This. Is going to be very funny.

Y/N's POV:

I stand there. My knees about to give up as his manly scent still lingers in my nose.

I breathed out the much longer held breath that i couldnt let due to that....guy.

I fixed my clothes and hair and my neck was sweaty due to the very sudden meeting.

Regardless i advance towards my very first class.

I enter the class, my books against my chest, nervously. The majority of the class is looking at me, As i try to find an empty seat. Finally, i found one in the very corner of tge class as i smile a bit. As i advance towrads it, my eyes shift to the person beside it.

I freeze.

Shit.

He is staring right in my eyes as a small smirk plays on his lips. A devilish smirk.

I look down as i slowly advance to the seat.

He gets up, his musky scents filling the air as he stands towering me, letting me enter the desk.

I settle slowly, as he settles with a sigh.

I avoid looking at him as i can feel his eyes on me.

The teacher enters as the class starts.

His eyes, roaming on my body. I can feel it.

Suddenly, he puts his arm behind my chair, spreading his legs, making himself comfortable.

I play cool. Writing notes.

Author'pov.

The cool breeze from the air conditioner sends shivers down y/n's spine, her bare legs rubbing together beneath her skirt. She shifts uncomfortably in her seat, the rough texture of the wooden desk scraping against her sensitive thighs.A faint, barely audible groan escapes Jungkook's lips, his fingers tightening their grip on the back of y/n's chair. He leans in closer, his breath hot against her ear ,"Cold, princess?" He murmurs, a hint of amusement lacing his tone.

Y/n swallows hard, her heart pounding in her chest. She can feel the heat radiating off Jungkook's body, his presence overwhelming in its intensity. Her hands tremble slightly as she tries to focus on taking notes, but it's proving to be an impossible task with him so close.

"N-no.." She whispers

Jungkook smirks, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he notices y/n's trembling hands. He slowly trails his fingertips up her arm, his touch light but deliberate.

" Looks like someone's freezing their butt off over here".He leans in even further, until his face is mere inches from hers.

Y/n can smell the faint scent of his cologne mixed with something distinctly masculine - a heady aroma that makes her head spin.

"Maybe I should warm you up, huh?"  Jungkook suggests, his voice low and husky. His free hand reaches out, brushing a stray lock of hair behind y/n's ear before drifting to rub her arm with his warm hand. The pressure is gentle, but the intent is clear.

Y/n closes her eyes at the relief, making jungkook smirk.

His hand drifted down to her torso.

Jungkook's hand pauses just above y/n's hip, his gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that makes her skin prickle. For a moment, they simply stare at each other, the air thick with unspoken tension.Then, with a sudden movement, Jungkook slides his hand around to cup y/n's waist, pulling her closer until their bodies are almost touching. 

"Tell me if I'm going too far", he whispers, his lips grazing the shell of her ear.

Y/n gazes in front as the dim lights from the room due to projector hides their deed from the rest of the class.

Y/n's mind goes blank, overwhelmed by the sensation of Jungkook's strong arms encircling her. She can feel the heat of his body seeping into hers, the hardness of his muscles pressed against her soft curves.

"I...I don't know", she manages to stammer, her voice barely audible.

Y/n's pov.

My body feels strangely hot.. his fingers, so light yet so rough. His breath , so warm at my neck as i look straight to my book, not being able to look in his eyes.

His fingers slowly inch closer to the side of my breast, slowly grazing over the shirt. My thighs press together on their own.

"Jun...jungkook..." A breath of his name leaves my mouth before i could control it.

"Mmm, what's that, princess? Need something?"

He touches the swell of my breast gently, watching me intently as i squirm in my seat.

" Go ahead, ask me nicely. I might just give you what you want."

Author's pov

The teacher clears her throat loudly, snapping them both out of their trance-like state. Jungkook reluctantly releases y/n's breast, tucking his hand back into his pocket as if nothing happened.

"Pay attention, class", the teacher chides, shooting Jungkook a stern look.

He just shrugs innocently, a smirk playing on his lips.

As the lesson continues, Jungkook keeps sneaking glances at y/n, his gaze lingering on her chest where his fingers had been moments ago. He shifts in his seat, adjusting himself subtly to hide the growing bulge in his pants.

When the bell rings, signaling the end of class, Jungkook stands abruptly, grabbing his backpack. "See you later, princess," he says with a wink, before sauntering out of the room without another word.

Y/n watches him go, her heart racing and her skin still tingling from his touch. She knows she should be disgusted by his behavior, but instead, she finds herself craving more of his attention, no matter how inappropriate it may be.

With a shaky breath, she gathers her things and heads out to face the rest of her day, wondering what other surprises Jungkook has in store for her.

Time skip. Next morning.

Author's pov.

Y/n walks through the corridor, her body still bothered by the unexpected touches from yesterday, overly sensitive than she already is.

Today she came with a commitment to avoid him as much as she can as she walks confidently, ignoring the continuous tingles in her body from yesterday.

Suddenly she saw Mr. Edward advancing towards her in a hurry.

"oh y/n...thank god i found someone." He breathes in relief as he stops her.

"Good morning sir. Everything good?" She asks in curiosity.

"Oh nothing to worry. Actually, the annual inter football tournament is on the vay, and our boys are practicing their backs off. And I was just going to check on them and give them these confirmation slips, but the principal has asked for me urgently. So dear, will you please hand these to the boys for me?" He explained in a hurry

"Oh. Yes sir. Why not." She replied casually.

"Oh thanks dear. Here. Go. The boys must be done in their changing room. U have my permission. U can go. " he hands the slips to y/n as he rushes off to the office.

Y/n casually strolls towards the ground, finding it empty.

Then she nears the changing room, when she sees many boys coming out together.

They stop when they see her looking utterly hopeless standing there.

One of them come forward.

"How may we help you lady?" He asked with utter respect.

"Umm ..Mr. ED asked me to hand you these slips." She answers.

"Oh. These. Yes. You can hand them to our captain. He takes care of these. He is inside. Don't worry it's safe. You can go." He replies simply.

"Oh...ok.." she answers , watching them all leave, smiling at her.

She slowly advanced to the changing room, finding no one there.

Suddenly she felt a presence behind her back. Heat. Dense heat.

She didnt dare to move as she froze, eyes wide.

A face slowly nuzzles in her neck, gently inhaling, as her mouth falls open, but nothing comes out.

By now, aware of the person's identity, she looks down nervously, as two strong arms circle her waist gently.

"Hmm.. looking for me, babydoll?" His husky voice whispers in her ear with a kiss on her earlobe, making her bend her neck.

"y...yes." she whispers back.

Suddenly, he swirls her around in his arms, facing her. His nose touching hers, as they finally look at each other's eyes.

His grip tightening on her waist, and hers on his biceps.

"Why babydoll?" He asks again.

She looks down, pulling the slips between them. "Mr. Ed..." She whispers.

He looks down at them and smirks.

"Oh. Thank you babydoll."

She blushes hard at the nickname.

"You deserve a reward for your work don't ya think so?" He whispers in her ear, making her squirm in his arms.

"Jungkook...someone will see....let go.." she says looking down shyly, as he chuckles.

"Aww babydoll. Why so shy?" He chuckles as his hand cups her cheek, pulling her up.

Her breasts press against his chest tightly, shifting his gaze to them.

"These little things are driving me crazy", Jungkook admits, his thumbs stroking over y/n 's hardened nipples through her shirt. 

"Can't stop thinking about sucking on them, feeling them in my mouth." He leans in, his lips brushing the shell of her ear as he whispers, "I bet they taste as sweet as you do, don't they, babydoll?"

With that, Jungkook captures y/n's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue probing past her lips to claim every inch of her mouth. His hands roam her body, squeezing and kneading her curves as he presses her back against the locker room wall.

Y/n feels her bosy melt in his touch as she closes her eyes.

Jungkook breaks the kiss, panting heavily as he gazes down at y/n with dark, lust-filled eyes. She lifts her eyes to look at his dark ones, before looking down in shyness.

"God you shy little minx." He breathes in her ear as he lifts her up, pressing her against the cold metal lockers. His hands deftly work open the buttons of her blouse, exposing the lace bra underneath.

Jungkook hooks his fingers into the cups, pushing them aside to free y/n's breasts."Mmm, perfect" , he mutters, leaning down to capture a rosy nipple between his lips. He sucks hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud as his hand gropes y/n's other breast roughly.

Y/n moans, arching her back to push more of herself into Jungkook's eager mouth.

"j...jun..gkook..." She moans in pleasure.

Jungkook releases her nipple with a pop, grinning up at her with a wicked glint in his eye. "What's wrong, princess? Don't like having your tits played with in public?".

Before she can respond, he drops to his knees, yanking down y/n's skirt and panties in one swift motion. Cool air hits her exposed pussy, making her gasp.

"Oh, fuck yeah" , Jungkook groans, burying his face between her thighs. He licks a long, slow stripe up her slit, savoring her sweet flavor.

"Ahhh!" she cries out, her hands flying to Jungkook's head, tangling in his hair as he devours her cunt. "Jungkook, oh god, ahhh". She gasps at the strange yet addictive pleasure.

Jungkook laps hungrily at her dripping folds, his tongue delving deep inside her tight channel. He alternates between thrusting into her hole and flicking over her swollen clit, determined to make her come undone.

"Fuck, you taste amazing" , he mumbles against her flesh, the vibrations sending shockwaves through y/n's core. "I could eat this pretty pussy all day"

.He pushes two fingers knuckle-deep into her slick heat, pumping them in and out as he suckles hard on her throbbing clit. She writhes against the lockers, her juices coating Jungkook's chin as he feasts on her relentlessly.

"So close, Jungkook! Don't stop, please don't stop!" she begs, grinding shamelessly against his face.

Jungkook doubles his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips while pumping his fingers faster, curling them to hit that special spot inside her. He wants to make her scream, to hear that delicious sound only he can elicit from her.

As her walls start to flutter around his invading digits, Jungkook knows she's on the brink. He adds a third finger, stretching her impossibly wide as he fucks her with them, rubbing mercilessly against that sweet spot.

"Yes, yes, YES!" She wails, her legs buckling as the orgasm crashes over her. Her juices gush out, drenching Jungkook's face and hand as he milks her clenching pussy for every last drop of pleasure.Panting, Jungkook slowly pulls away, licking his lips clean of her essence.

She breathes, in his arms, half lidded.

Jungkook rises to his feet, towering over her trembling form. His cock strains painfully against his zipper, rock hard and leaking pre-cum."I'm going to fuck you so good, princess" , he promises darkly, reaching down to palm his erection.

" Gonna fill this needy little cunt with my big dick until you're screaming my name." He spins her around, bending her over the bench. The cool leather meets her overheated skin as Jungkook kicks her legs apart, settling between them.

The blunt head of his cock nudges against her entrance, teasing her soaked folds. "Beg for it, y/n. Beg me to fuck you raw" , he demands, his voice rough with barely restrained lust.

Y/n eyes close as her bare tits graze the cold metal table, making her bite her lip. With eyes close she whispers,

"please jungkook...take me..make me yours.."

Jungkook grips her hips tightly, his thumbs digging into her soft flesh as he notches the tip of his thick cock against her dripping opening.

"You want this, don't you, babydoll?" he growls, rocking his hips slightly to rub the head of his dick along her slit. "Want me to split you open on my huge cock and make you mine?" Y/n whimpers, nodding frantically even as tears of desperation prick at the corners of her eyes. 

"Please, Jungkook... I need you inside me. Fuck me, make me yours!" Emboldened by her plea, Jungkook surges forward, impaling her on his rigid length in one brutal thrust. A high-pitched keen escapes her as he stretches her impossibly wide, filling her to the brim with his pulsing pussy.

Jungkook sets a punishing pace, pounding into y/n's willing body with savage intensity. Each powerful stroke drives him deeper, his heavy balls slapping lewdly against her clit with every retreat.

"Ahh, fuck, you were made for my cock", he snarls, his fingers digging bruising marks into her hips as he rails her. " Take it, princess, take every inch of my dick!"

She screams in ecstasy, her nails scrabbling uselessly at the bench as Jungkook's thick shaft rips through her defenses again and again. The pain and pleasure mingle into an overwhelming sensation, threatening to consume her entirely.

"Yes, yes, YESSSS!" she chants, her voice hoarse with exertion.

Jungkook looking down panting , grabbing her tits in his palms, he ravishes her pussy.

Jungkook's grip on her breasts tightens as he pounds into her, his fingers pinching and rolling her sensitive nipples. The added stimulation sends jolts of electric pleasure straight to her core, amplifying the intense sensations already coursing through her.

"Look at you, taking my cock so well" , he rasps, his breath hot against her ear." Such a good girl, getting fucked silly by me"

With a particularly deep thrust, Jungkook brushes against her G-spot, sending her careening over the edge into a shattering climax. Her inner walls clamp down on him like a vice, milking his throbbing member as wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over her."Fuuuck, baby! "Jungkook roars, his own release barreling towards him.

Y/n kept trembling in pleasure, lost in immense ecstasy as he pounds.

Jungkook rides out y/n's orgasm, his cock twitching inside her as he fills her with hot spurts of seed. He buries himself to the hilt within her, relishing the way her walls milk him dry.His breathing is ragged as he gradually comes down from his high, his heart pounding against his ribcage.

Slowly, he withdraws from her spent body, his softened length slipping free with a wet pop."Fuck, that was good", he murmurs, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead.

He turns to look at y/n then, seeing how vulnerable and sated she looks lying there beneath him.

Jungkook reaches out to gently brush a stray lock of hair from y/n's flushed face, his thumb tracing the curve of her cheekbone. Despite the harshness of their encounter, a tender smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

"You okay, babydoll?" he asks softly, his concern genuine. "That was... intense. I didn't mean to overwhelm you."

Y/n's eyelids flutter open, her gaze meeting Jungkook's with a mixture of adoration and exhaustion. She nods weakly, a small, contented sigh escaping her lips. Shyly, she covers her bare breasts, smiling.

Jungkook's eyes linger on y/n's hands covering her breasts, a smirk playing on his lips. He leans in closer, his breath ghosting over the shell of her ear.

"Aww, what's wrong, baby? Feeling shy now that I've seen every inch of you?" he teases, nipping playfully at her earlobe. "Don't hide from me, princess. Your body is mine to admire." Jungkook gently pries Ayla's hands away, exposing her pert breasts to his hungry gaze once more.

He cups the soft mounds, kneading them appreciatively as his thumbs circle her stiff peaks.Beautiful, he murmurs reverently, lowering his head to capture one rosy nipple between his lips. He suckles gently, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud before giving it a light bite, making her whine softly.

"That's enough." She whines slowly.

Chuckling her leans up to plant a chaste smooch on her lips before standing straight and helping her too.

As she wears her shirt, he disappears in a room. She continues just then, he comes back with a clean damp warm towel.

"Lemme clean my babydoll." He whispers as he spreads her legs again.

Speechless, she lets him do it, face red.

He parts her fold to dab the towel, making her gasp.

He looks up grinning boyishly.

She shies away again.

After getting dressed, they both get up, y/n having trouble in walking, from obvious reasons, as he leads her out.

Suddenly, they noticed that the boys were about to enter the room. All of them stopping by looking at both of them .

Taking in their messy states, they hooted suddenly, making jungkook glare at them.

All of them shutting immediately, as y/n just stands there looking down.

Then they both leave the place.

" Couldn't you find a better place?" Y/n asks jungkook, with red face.

Jungkook leans down to whisper in her ear,

"Should've asked your tits to calm down babydoll."

The End.

Tell me if you guys need a part 2. Enjoy!!