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Getting closer, getting really close now I swear (Patreon)

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Did a bunch of Shadowrun portraits for a friend!

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GENRE ៸៸ established relationship ៸ emo gyu ៸ oneshot ﹔ SYPNOSIS┆in which you and your boyfriend are complete opposites, and you start feeling insecure about your differences .ᐟㅤ ꒰ WORD COUNT﹕1484 ꒱── 𝓦ARNING(S) not proofread ៸ kissing ៸ pet names ៸ mean girls ៸ . ݁ ✦ ݁ . ⊱ LIBRARY . . . ﹕LUNA 💭 —play pierce the veil pls!! T-T ݁𖥔 ݁��

YOUR BOYFRIEND BEOMGYU LOOKED EXACTLY HOW YOU WOULD IMAGINE A TYPICAL “EMO” TO LOOK LIKE.

tattoos covering majority of his arms, and some ink peeking out from under his shirt collar.

his piercings gleamed under the mornings sun, and he wore dark clothes that always matched his black hair perfectly.

he was almost always wearing something that showed off his tattoos—a tank top, a loose tee, or even an unbuttoned shirt.

but the most alluring part of him to you were his eyes—they were so warm whenever they landed on you, the intimidating persona fading in a heartbeat as he smiled that soft smile, one that was just for you.

beomgyu was your opposite in almost every way.

he loved rock music, his playlists filled with grunge bands and electrics guitars and drums, the kind of music you wouldn’t normally go near.

you were more of a bright pop kind of person—colourful tops, rhinestoned miniskirts, butterfly clips decorating your hair and gentle smiles. ─── 𝘔𝘖𝘙𝘌 𝘜𝘕𝘋𝘌𝘙 𝘛𝘏𝘌 𝘊𝘜𝘛 .ᐟㅤ

where he wore black leather, you wore soft knitted cardigans—but despite all of that, he was yours, and you were his.

and anyone who saw the two of you together could see that somehow, it just worked.

it was clear in the way beomgyu would put his arm around you protectively whenever you walked through crowds, his demeanor always softening as he listened to you talk about your day.

he was endlessly affectionate with you—always giving you his softest glances, his most genuine laughter, and his sweetest words.

one day, beomgyu had asked if you wanted to come to a party his friends were hosting.

you’d met a couple of his friends briefly before, but never the whole group—he reassured you that everyone was nice, and that they’d love you.

you trusted him, so after some hesitation, you had finally agreed.

the party was everything you imagined it would be—a dark, gloomy space filled with music that pounded heavily in your chest.

everyone there seemed to dress like beomgyu—black outfits, chains, piercings, heavy makeup.

you walked in with your pastel yellow miniskirt and bright coloured tank-top, and you instantly felt a little out of place.

but beomgyu didn’t let go of your hand for a second, his thumb rubbing gentle circles on your skin to reassure you as if he heard your thoughts.

“see, it’s not so bad, right?” beomgyu said, his lips brushing against your ear so you could hear him over the music.

you nodded, giving him a small smile. “yeah, it’s not too bad.”

his eyes softened, and he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “i’m really happy you came,” he said, his voice full of warmth.

you could tell beomgyu was in his element here—he chatted easily with his friends, his demeanor relaxed.

you met some of his friends, and true to his word, they were all welcoming and kind.

they asked you questions, smiled at your answers, and made you feel included despite how different you looked from them.

beomgyu left your side for a moment to grab something from another room, and you decided to make your way over to the drinks table.

as you poured yourself a cup, you couldn’t help but feel the weight of your surroundings pressing down on you.

you felt like you stuck out too much, like everyone else belonged and you were just the odd one out.

and then you heard it.

“honestly, i think beomgyu’s just going through a phase. i mean, look at her. it’s so obvious they’re not gonna last,” a girl’s voice said, her words dripping with condescension. “he’ll get tired of her eventually.” the girl’s friend added.

your hand froze mid-pour, your heart dropping into your stomach.

you didn’t turn around, but you could hear them giggling quietly, the words cutting deeper than you wanted to admit.

you bit your lip, trying to ignore it, but it was impossible to shake the feeling that they might be right—maybe beomgyu would realize you weren’t really what he wanted, maybe this was just a phase for him.

you quickly finished pouring your drink and made your way back to beomgyu, painting on a smile that didn’t quite reach your eyes.

when he returned, he was excited, chatting happily about some funny thing one of his friends had said.

you nodded along, but you felt distant, the insecurity gnawing at your insides.

the car ride home was quiet, beomgyu occasionally glancing over at you, concern slowly growing in his eyes.

you were usually the one who filled the silence with stories or questions, but tonight, you were just staring out the window, lost in your web of thoughts.

beomgyu finally pulled up in front of your place, putting the car in park and turning to you.

“hey, what’s wrong?” he asked softly, his brows knitting together.

he reached out, his fingers brushing against yours. “you’ve been quiet since we left the party.”

you shook your head in denial, giving him a weak smile. “it’s nothing, really.”

but beomgyu wasn’t convinced—he unbuckled his seatbelt and turned his body toward you, his hand cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin.

“come on princess, you know you can tell me anything,” he said, his voice gentle, his eyes searching yours. “what’s going on?”

you hesitated for a moment before finally letting out a sigh. “it’s just… i overheard someone at the party,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

“they said that… that you were probably just going through a phase. that you’d get tired of me eventually.”

beomgyu’s eyes widened in shock, his hand freezing on your cheek.

he blinked at you, and for a moment, he looked almost hurt—hurt that you would even think that.

“you really think that?” he asked, his voice soft, a whisper. “you really think i’d just… get tired of you?”

you looked down, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt.

“i don’t know. i mean… look at me, gyu. i’m nothing like your friends. i don’t fit in with them. i don’t fit in with your world.”

beomgyu let out a small sigh, his other hand reaching out to take yours, his fingers intertwining with yours.

“y/n, look at me,” he said gently, you hesitated before finally lifting your eyes to meet his.

he gave you the softest smile, his eyes filled with so much love that it made your heart ache.

“you’re not just some phase to me,” he said, his voice steady, filled with sincerity.

“you’re it for me. i don’t care that you’re different from my friends. i don’t want you to be like them. i love you because you’re you. you make me happy in a way no one else ever could.”

you felt your eyes welling up with tears, and beomgyu immediately leaned in, pressing his lips to yours in a soft, gentle kiss.

his thumb brushed away a stray tear that escaped down your cheek, and he pulled back just enough to rest his forehead against yours.

“please don’t doubt how much i love you,” he whispered, his voice cracking just a little.

“you’re everything to me. i don’t want anyone else. i only want you.”

you let out a shaky breath, your hands moving to rest on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.

“i’m sorry,” you whispered. “i just… i got scared.”

beomgyu shook his head, his eyes softening even more. “you never have to be scared, okay? i’m not going anywhere.”

he gave you a small, teasing smile, his nose brushing against yours. “you’re stuck with me, whether you like it or not.”

you let out a small laugh, and beomgyu’s smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

he leaned in again, kissing you softly, his hands cradling your face like you were the most precious thing in the world.

when he finally pulled away, he looked at you with so much love that it took your breath away.

“i love you, y/n. more than anything,” he said, his voice steady, his eyes never leaving yours.

you smiled, your heart swelling with warmth. “i love you too, gyu,” you whispered, your voice full of warmth.

he grinned, his eyes lighting up with that playful glint you loved so much.

“good. now, let’s get you inside, okay? and maybe tomorrow we can have a day just for us. no parties, no friends—just you and me.”

you nodded, your smile widening. “i’d like that.”

beomgyu leaned in, pressing one last kiss to your forehead before finally pulling away, his fingers lacing with yours as he helped you out of the car.

and as you walked toward your door, his hand holding yours tightly, you knew that no matter what anyone else said, no matter how different you were, beomgyu was yours—and that was all that mattered.

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under the blankets (m) | jjk

➬ Title | Under The Blankets

➬ Summary | Even in the mornings, it is always hard to resist him. His presence alone captivates you, yet there is something else that always catches your eyes, drawing you to touch him. Not so surprisingly, he shares the same sentiment, though he has his own way of showing it to you. And neither of you mind it when things escalate further into something else that is not quite so innocent.

➥ Pairings | Tattooed boyfriend!Jungkook x Tattooed!reader

➥ Genre | PWP, Smut, Established Relationship au

➥ Ratings & Warnings | +18 / M for Mature; explicit sexual scenes, kissing, body (and tattoos) worshipping, sexual stimulation, teasing, edging, begging, hair pulling (Jungkook and his long hair), dirty talk, swearing, breast play, nipple play, nipple biting, biting, biting kink, clit play, fingering (vaginal/female receiver), oral sex (female receiver), hand job, morning sex, overstimulation, orgasm delay, rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, creampie, post-sex cuddling, aftercare

➥ Word count | 5,9k words

➥ Author/Posting date | @yoonia​ / Nov 17th, 2022

➥ Masterlist

➥ Author’s note | I have no idea where this came from. This Jungkook just came to me while I was in the middle of writing In Motion and I just had to write it down before it would drive me crazy. Actually, I blame @hisunshiine​ for this. All thanks to that incriminating tweet that you shared.

If you could list out all the things that you love the most about being with Jungkook, then you would definitely put small moments like this one right on the very top.

Waking up to his arm over your waist, his warmth pressing on your bare back, and his bare chest rising and falling against you each time he breathes. You have fallen asleep next to him right after having a long, intimate night. 

You can even still feel the shadows of your climax pulsing in various places in your body. With his body heat engulfing you as you are lying pressed to each other, bare skin against bare skin, you still feel every remaining pulse and the ghosts of his touch that he placed on you the entire night.

Still barely awake and slightly drowsy, your gaze is drawn to his right arm that is being laid lazily across your waist in his sleep. The sleeve tattoo that starts from the back of his hand and goes all the way up to his strong shoulder appears in contrast to your skin, and for some obvious reason, you find it hard to look away from it. 

There is an undying need for contact that suddenly overcomes you, which almost makes no sense to you at all, given that you are still connected to each other in a relaxed embrace, and there is also a need to touch the beautiful art you see on his skin, to run your fingers just to feel them under your skin.

Before you can stop yourself, your hand begins to move, and you start running the tip of your fingers along the inkwork on the length of his forearm, tracing every line, every curve, and then circling around the vibrant colours that are embellished on his skin. 

Entranced in what you are doing, you don’t notice Jungkook slowly waking up from his sleep until he slightly shifts, jerking a little when your touch seems to tickle him.

“Ah, did I wake you up? I’m sorry,” you whisper to him with your hoarse voice and glance over your shoulder just as his chest rumbles. He makes a deep, sleepy groan as he stretches out his limbs, though his arm around your waist tightens slightly to pull you back to him before you could even try to get away.

“Hmmm—tickles,” he mumbles against your skin as he presses his lips on your bare shoulder. “What are you up to?”

“Nothing,” you answer, and a giggle slips out of you when his lips come in contact with your skin in another kiss. “I just love admiring your tattoos. They’re so beautiful.”

“Which one do you love most?”

“I don’t know,” you answer him as your fingers begin to absentmindedly reach down, moving along the lines of ink leading to his wrist, where you can feel his pulse slightly rising under your touch. “I love every single one of them.”

Another groan comes from him when he lands another kiss on your shoulder, moving a bit closer to your neck this time that you inadvertently gasp. “I love yours too,” he says, before shifting backwards and turning you around until you are lying on your back, smiling when he can look at your face to say, “I love everything you have on you.”

Then he bends down, reaching as low as he could get to your hips when he murmurs, “Like this one that you have on your hip,” before planting a kiss on your right hip, where a drawing of a pair of birds is beautifully drawn with black ink. 

He kisses the art a few more times, making you feel warm inside and your body starts shivering before he moves up, tracing his lips on the tattoo of your birth flower which you had gotten done starting from your waist to the side of your chest. 

“And I love this one. So pretty,” he murmurs softly between the kisses that he keeps giving on your skin, as if he is returning the favour of tracing your tattoos, only with his lips. “Just as pretty as you are.”

He doesn’t stop there, even when he has reached the end of the line. He continues tracing along your skin with trails of kisses as he moves towards the underside of your breast, each kiss is followed by light nips that have your heart fluttering inside your chest. 

As your breath picks up, the heat in your body keeps burning and rising, Jungkook moves his lips up, not stopping until he reaches the bare tip of your breast. “But most of all, I love this one,” he murmurs with a groan leaving his lips, before he captures your nipple between his mouth and begins to suck.

“Oh, Jungkook—!”

Ignoring your cries, he holds your hips down with his strong hands and keeps sucking harder, pulling your nipple between his teeth and lapping the abused nub with his tongue once he hears your sharp cry. 

He is relentless, however, not showing any sign of stopping. As if the sounds of your cries and moans and the way your chest is arching up wildly to push yourself further to his face are only made to encourage him to carry on.

“That’s—” you gasp, “That’s not—oh, God,” you keep on moaning when your body pulses, as his touches and kisses have awakened your need. “I thought we were talking about tattoos.”

Jungkook only chuckles deeply. “Were we? I wasn’t sure. I was only talking about everything that I love about you,” he teasingly says, slowly moving his lips to the other breast, ready to start all over again and give it the same treatment until you start losing your mind. “I might have to add that I love the way you are reacting to me. Just like what you are doing now.”

With those words, he takes the other nipple into his mouth, sucking and scraping his teeth around it until it hardens. The moment you feel his tongue brushing against the abused nub, you immediately feel like you are ready to combust as the pain blends together with pleasure. Your body jerks upward, hips rocking with every pulse you feel stirring from the depth of your core.

Seeing your response encourages him to do more, to go further, and he uses this chance to move over you. With his mouth still latched onto your nipple, the hand that he isn’t using to hold your waist down starts making its way up, capturing the neglected breast that he had left behind. 

It only takes a brush of his palm on the hardened tip to send you rocking harder against him, and you start rolling your hips against his torso as he begins stimulating your nipple with his fingers, pinching and pulling it in between while his mouth begins to work the other at the same time.

Your eyes are closed shut with how intense the rush of pleasure he is giving you has become, yet your mouth falls open with a series of moans coming out of you. Jungkook keeps on working on your body, without giving you a chance to rest or escape from his ministrations until there is really nowhere else to go but higher up to your divine bliss.

But there is still something missing. Despite feeling as if you are close to plunging over the edge. Even if your body has turned into a bundle of exploding nerves, they are not close enough to ease the pulses inside you, making you feel empty when the muscles between your legs are contracting against nothing but an empty void.

Your hand finds purchase in his messy hair. His soft curls slip between your fingers as you give them a tight grip just to have something to hold on to. You have no idea if you want to pull him up and push him away when it starts to feel too much yet you need so much more, you just don’t want him to stop. 

Your hips rise up as his teeth come brushing across your nipple, and you quiver beneath him the moment your pubic bone comes in contact with his toned torso. Finding pleasure from the touch, you do it again, and again, repeating it until you find the perfect angle to feel each graze deep inside. Before you know it, you are humping against his body, skin against skin, slowly searching for a way to reach your climax.

But just as you are slowly finding your way to the edge, Jungkook stops. He unlatches his mouth from you with a pop and pulls his hand away. With a whine, you open your eyes, ready to scold him for denying your pleasure, only to find him grinning as he bends down, kissing the soft mounds of your breasts with a grin on his face before he starts making his way down.

“I’m not done yet,” he whispers against your skin as he keeps kissing his way down your torso, making a brief stop once again at the inkwork that you have on your hip. He gives it a light nip, causing you to gasp and finally release your hold on his hair as he continues to move.

Jungkook gazes up as he slides lower, his eyes looking dark and hungry as he stares deeply at your face, gauging your reaction. Your breath is caught when he hovers his lips over your throbbing center, his breath falling subtly on your folds as he stops there. 

Just when you think that he would continue and press his lips right where you are pulsing with pure need, he moves past it, crawling lower to the apex of your thigh when he finally lands a kiss on your skin.

You bite your lips to stop yourself from releasing a desperate whine and start begging him to come back, knowing what game he is playing. And he continues to take his time with it, as he trails his kisses down instead of moving up. The further he moves away from your center, the harder it is for you to hold back, until an animalistic sound slips out from the depth of your throat.

To the sound of your moan, his eyes find your face once again. This time, Jungkook begins to kiss his way up, moving even slower that your body begins to tense, anticipating, and eagerly waiting. This time, your reaction only urges him to tease you further. 

He halts once again just when he is close enough to your center and nips at your skin, leaving a final love bite at the apex of your thigh which causes your legs to start trembling around his head. It lands so close to your folds that you can feel the pulses of need within you rising, yet it still feels too far from the source of your desire that it makes you grow even more desperate, more needy, drawing a helpless cry slipping from you.

“Please,” you start pleading with him when you just cannot take it anymore, the words start coming out before you can stop yourself. “Please, Jungkook. Put your mouth on me.”

Pressing his lips on your skin, merely an inch upward from before, Jungkook softly chuckles. “Do you want me to taste you that badly?”

“Yes,” you answer him, and your body starts moving on its own. Your hips begin to rock on the bed, as if trying to get closer to his face. “I want your mouth on me. Your fingers. Anything. I need you, Jungkook. Please—”

At this point, you really have no idea what you are saying anymore. As if your brain has become a complete mush with how turned on you are. It doesn’t help that your body is still overly sensitive from the rough fucking he gave you last night. 

The ghosts of last night’s release have been awakened and turned into a need. They have been pulsing so fiercely from the first touch and have only been growing more and more intense since.

“So you want me to touch you—” he asks you with a whisper, lips hovering right at your center, “—here?” His soft breath falls on your folds just then, causing you to tremble. 

Not only have you grown sensitive with your need, but apparently you have also grown soaking wet with your arousal, and it is clear that he is enjoying the sight of it when he looks down, staring closely at your pussy with dilated eyes.

“Jungkook—” you gasp, feeling like you can barely think clearly that every other word you are trying to say simply dies in your lips.

“Is that a yes?” he asks, teasing you with a chuckle, while you have tears building in the corner of your eyes.

“Yes,” you answer with a moan. “Yes, Jungkook. Please, I want you to—”

Before you can even finish your sentence, Jungkook slowly leans forward and gently presses his lips on your folds, making you jerk against him. He pulls back, only to bring his hand up to touch your outer lips and start running his thumb and forefinger up and down. 

He starts with gentle strokes, keeping his fingers only on the outer side, yet you can still feel his touch everywhere. Each downstroke he makes gives a light pull against your clit without giving any direct contact, while each time his fingers come back up, he slowly spreads your folds open for him, briefly allowing your slickness to come in contact with the cold breeze of air.

Up and down he continues to stroke his fingers on your folds, each time moving them closer to the center, brushing against your inner folds and picking up your growing slickness. The steady movement of his fingers draws your body to react, your hips begin to roll against his touch, rocking at the same exact rhythm that he is making. 

Unable to find something to hold onto, you bury your fingers in the messy sheets lying beneath you, pulling at them stronger with each strong pulse that he ignites from your core.

“Oh, Jungkook. Yess—” you breathe out, moaning and gasping at his touch, letting him know how good he is making you feel. 

As your voice becomes louder, he begins moving his thumb over your clitoris, using your slickness to give it a few steady strokes. Up and down, then they come rolling in circles. He keeps switching his ministration to each reaction you are giving him.

He continues until the sound of your breath grows faster, and then he tenderly spreads you open, before his mouth comes to replace his fingers and captures your clitoris between his sinful lips. Your body grows still, yet your legs start quivering roughly on either side of his head when the rush of pleasure he gives upon contact goes straight to your head.

Just like how he worked his mouth and tongue on your breasts, he does the same with your clit, as he uses his mouth to suck your delicate petal, switching between gentle and rough. The pleasure that comes from each suck intensifies when you feel the cold touch of his lip piercing grazing against your hot skin, causing you to release a breathless cry whenever it happens. 

You feel yourself rising so fast once again, yet the more you begin to feel the pleasure increasing, Jungkook slows down and rolls his tongue around and over your clit to ease you back down. He constantly brings you up to bliss only to bring you down before your body could detonate into an orgasm much too soon to his liking. 

Again, he is teasing you, pushing you to the edge only to deny your release until the sound of your pleas starts echoing through the room.

With his mouth still latched on your swollen clit, he slips his finger between your folds, once again gathering your slickness with a few gentle strokes. You are too lost in your drunken bliss to notice him watching you with awe. 

He doesn’t take his eyes off of you as he finds your wet entrance and starts moving his finger in circles, teasing and coaxing your pussy until he is completely coated with your arousal to make it easier for him to slowly push his way in. He barely has the first knuckle penetrating you when your hips rise up from the bed, so he places his other palm on your lower torso to keep you down.

Your mouth falls open in surprise and your eyes flutter open to look down at him. He unlatches his mouth from you briefly only to ask, “Are you okay, baby?”

Unable to find your voice, you can only nod your head, biting your lip when you see him smile, his lips glow under the dim light with your slickness. “Relax, baby. Breathe slowly,” he whispers with a deep voice, and his face disappears between your legs as he comes back down to your pussy.

Your breath becomes slightly ragged with anticipation as you feel his lips brushing against your folds. But instead of returning to continue what he was doing with his hungry mouth, he simply leaves small kisses on your folds, your clit, while he works his finger in, pulling it out a little then pushing back in. 

He repeats it a few more times, going slightly deeper each time he comes back inside you until his finger is fully buried inside you. It feels so good that the insistent throb of your pussy pulses around his digit as if it was his cock buried deep inside.

Now that you are used to him inside you, he finds it easier to move in and out of you. He curves his finger a little to rub against your pussy walls, causing you to tremble and shake when he hits your sweet spot. Keeping a steady rhythm, he waits until your body is beginning to show him the telltale signs of your orgasm before he finally lunges forward, capturing your clit with his mouth in a tight clasp.

You let out a loud gasp right upon contact. "Oh god. Oh fuck. Jungkook, don't stop!"

You are sure that he can easily tell how close you are to the edge from the cries coming out of your lips, and judging from the intense way he is sucking you, his mouth and tongue working in the same rhythm as the strokes of his finger which keeps increasing its speed, you know that he is done teasing you.

“Touch your breast for me, baby,” you faintly hear him whisper against your pussy before his mouth returns to latch on to your clit again.

As if his words are a spell to entice you, your hand moves to cup your own breast and give it a light squeeze. Through your muddled brain, you almost struggle to find the sensitive tip of your breast, still slightly hardened after what Jungkook did to you. 

You cry out to embrace the rush that rocks through your body before using your fingers to stimulate yourself and start pressing your palm to knead your soft mound. Your other hand automatically makes its way down, once again finding purchase in his hair. The tight clutch you have on his hair is a complete opposite to the gentleness you give yourself, but it is enough to help you hold on as he takes you for a ride, when the work of his mouth and his strong finger in your pussy together is mercilessly pushing you to the edge.

Feeling desperate yet completely high from the pleasure, your hips begin moving in response to his ministrations, even matching his rhythms perfectly. You rise up as he sucks you roughly, and then you roll your hips down onto his face to ride out the wave that he causes when he softens up with his tongue.

“Don’t hold back, baby. Come for me,” you barely hear his words between the strong pulse of your heartbeat that fills your brain. 

But your body listens, and your entire being simply plunges over the edge. 

Right at the same time, Jungkook’s finger finds the spot inside you that triggers the epic release that has been building up from the very first touch. Wave after wave of nearly unbearable pleasure overtakes you, and you embrace it with a long wail while Jungkook helps you ride it out, the strokes of his finger continue with his mouth devouring your sweet release.

“Oh, God,” you whimper repeatedly between your ragged breaths as Jungkook slowly pulls away, easing you down from your high with soft kisses around your throbbing pussy. 

Yet the spasms of your climax begin to pulse into something more when he pulls out his finger, leaving behind nothing but a void. “Please, Jungkook…,” you find yourself pleading with him. “I need...just...something more."

A groan slips out of him. “More, baby?” he asks as he slowly climbs his way up. He is hovering on top of you when you slowly open your eyes. “Are you sure?”

Nodding, you raise your arms and wrap them around his neck. “Please, baby,” you beg him one more time, drawing a slow smile on his face that glistens with your release.

His tongue comes out just then, licking away the slickness on his lips with a hum, enjoying your taste on his tongue. “Tell me what you want,” he says, “Let me hear it.”

Your heartbeat starts pounding in your chest just then, and your skin flushes not with desire this time, but with bashfulness when you finally say, “I want your cock. I want you inside me.”

With a soft chuckle, Jungkook bends down, letting you pull him to you as he presses his lips on yours. The kiss begins gently, but it still draws a soft moan from you when your breasts incidentally brush against his bare chest, causing you to shudder beneath him. You let out a gasp into the kiss when he moves his hand, brushing against the underside of your breast that is still sensitive to the touch.

He takes the chance to deepen the kiss, pressing harder onto your mouth before slipping his tongue out, seeking entrance. You can taste yourself when your tongues brush against one another, which only turns you on even further. The feeling draws a muffled moan from you which he gladly swallows with his hot kiss.

Jungkook takes your hand and slowly brings it down with him between your entwined bodies. He pulls away from the kiss as he guides you to touch his cock. You are not surprised to find him already fully erect, and you love how hard and rigid he feels when you wrap your fingers around his width, feeling its sturdy weight against your palm as you begin to stroke him gently.

His head drops onto the nape of your neck as you stroke gently up and down his length. You enjoy the way he softly moans against your skin and when you feel his body shuddering with each stroke. It gives you a sense of pleasure knowing that you are affecting him so much, and you suddenly feel like giving back everything that he made you feel earlier.

“Damn it, baby. That feels good,” he groans against your skin. He catches your wrist to stop you before you could go further. “I thought you want this cock? Let me be inside you, baby.”

With the reminder of your plea, your pussy throbs. You nod your head and he pulls back, holding himself up with his elbow as he looks down, watching you closely as you start dragging the tip of his cock up and down the length of your slit. 

You know that he can feel your heat, and he clenches his jaw tightly as the slickness of your arousal gathers around the head of his cock, making it easy for him to slide between your folds.

His arm flexes as he pushes himself up and grabs hold onto your hips, ready to take over. Wrapping his palm around his girth, his eyes flicker to your face for a brief moment, making sure that you are ready.

But you have been ready. Spreading your legs wider for him, you reach down, using your fingers to spread your folds open and he follows through by aligning himself right at your hot entrance. 

Wasting no time, he pushes forward. You moan together as he enters you, becoming one as his cock slides into you with one firm thrust. Instead of feeling any pain or discomfort with the sudden fullness, your pussy walls throb against him, welcoming him home. It feels glorious when the waves of your previous climax begin to rise again, growing intensely quicker this time as if you had barely come down from your previous high.

With a groan, Jungkook begins to move. Rocking his hips at a steady rhythm, he slides his cock in and out of you, burying himself deeper and deeper before he slowly begins increasing his speed. 

Your body jerks wildly each time he pushes deep into the hilt of your pussy. Noticing this, he keeps repeating his movement, as he keeps thrusting against the very same spot until your moans grow into cries of pleasure.

Returning the favour and feeling like the edge is near, you push your hips up a little, giving him a new angle while allowing you to push back up, making it possible for his cock to slide in and out of you more fluidly. Your hands reach out to him, holding onto his hips to push him deeper with each thrust he is giving you.

It feels too good, so good that you can no longer hold back from crying out to him, "Harder, Jungkook. Harder!”

Your cries snap him into action and his hands move down to your bottom cheeks, holding you up to him as he starts pounding harder into you. Your head falls back into the pillows as you are suddenly overwhelmed by the sensation running through you. Your body arches with how intense it feels, and just how good the pain that he is inflicting on you from his rough pounding.

The pleasure feels maddening. But you refuse to close your eyes.

Blinking away your tears, you keep your gaze on your lover, capturing yet another moment that you want to remember for the rest of your life. 

Even in moments like this one, he is truly the most magnificent-looking human being you have ever met and come across. The way his arms are flexing as he is holding you up, how his strong fingers would feel silky smooth when he runs them up and down your curves, yet he would still hold you with a possessive grip when he is holding you up to him like this. 

How the beautiful ink work on his skin sometimes looks as if they are dancing with every flex, every contraction of muscles., and with every subtle movement that he makes when he is drawing you even nearer to the peak of pleasure.

You look down where you are joined, watching how his hips move so effortlessly in his constant thrusts and how perfect he feels inside you. His toned torso flexes with each jerk of his hips, and you love the shudders that appear on his body when your muscles flutter around his cock with each deep thrust. 

Your gaze moves upward to his chest which is glowing with the thin coat of his sweat. You feel the urge to run your fingers up his chest and shoulders, needing to feel his heartbeat to see if it is beating just as intensely as yours.

But you keep your hands on his hips, gripping harder with your nails buried into his skin as you take every pounding, embracing every wave of pleasure that he is giving you. He cries out and tenses for a moment under your tight grip, yet his thrusts never truly stop. His jerks become unsteady for a brief moment but he holds himself together to keep his pace, quickening and giving it harder to you when he starts again.

At the sound of his voice, you look up at his face and your heartbeat flutters. His long and messy hair has fallen over, curtaining his beautiful face. It somehow makes him look even more ethereal, and captivating, especially in the way he is clenching his jaw while he is making love to you.

The moment your gazes meet each other, your gaze finding his eyes looking back at you with clear desire, something inside you snaps. The muscles in your core begin to coil, tightening and constricting around him right as the spasms of your climax are starting to make their appearance, pushing through the fog inside your head until you find yourself clinging to the edge. 

Jungkook moves his hand down to where you are joined. His fingers slip between your parted folds, finding your throbbing clit where he gives a gentle brush, causing the first wave of your orgasm to rise from within.

"I think...,” you gasp out. “I’m…close," you try to say in between breaths, just as your body trembles beneath him, ready to erupt into bliss. “I’m going to…”

“Yes, baby. Cum for me,” he growls breathlessly through his rapid pounding. “Cum around my cock. Let me feel you.”

With his words, you let yourself go. Wave after wave of pleasure comes rushing through your body, erupting in the most intense way. 

“Fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck-fuck!" you cry out as your body convulses, and your body jerks against him once, twice, three times, until his final thrust puts you right at the peak of your climax. "Oh god, oh Jungkook, oh god.”

Between your cries of pleasure, you can hear the sound of his voice, crying out with a voice so deep that you barely recognise it. An intense shudder rocks through his body as his cock brushes against your convulsing walls, triggering his climax on his next thrust. 

You lift your hips one last time and push against him just as the length of his cock pulses and he immediately erupts inside you. His hips continue to buck wildly against you as an unending stream of his climax pours into you. 

You can feel its warmth filling you up, and together you ride the waves of both of your pleasure as the spasms inside you repeat again, and again, each one coming to you a bit less intense than the previous, until they finally come to halt.

With one last shudder and a deep exhale of breath, Jungkook’s hips slow down to a full stop. He releases a deep gasp as he finally releases his hold on you and falls over your body, exhausted and sated. Still buried inside you, Jungkook wraps his arms around you. 

Being pressed against his chest allows you to feel his rapid heartbeat, still racing in the aftermath of his orgasm, while you feel your own subsiding into its normal state when you feel his body heat pressing against you.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” he softly asks you, and you slowly shake your head.

“Absolutely not. That was so good. It felt amazing,” you say to him as you look up, admiring his beauty. 

The afterglow of his release is clear on his face, and his eyes are now glowing with so much love that it brings a new sense of warmth inside your chest. You bring your hands up, brushing his long hair back so you can see his face more clearly. They are completely soaked with his sweat that some strands are plastered to his face while some even get stuck on his lip piercing before you brush them away.

Your small gesture draws a smile to his face, then he turns to press his lips on your palm, kissing it as he gently sighs with a sense of relief and pride. In return, you wrap your arms around him, pulling him down until your lips find each other in a deep, longing kiss which lingers a bit too long than what you expect it to be.

As you slowly grow lax beneath him, Jungkook continues kissing you, doing it a bit more gently this time until his breathing returns completely to normal. Then he moves to trace his lips across your chin, down to your neck, before he buries his face in the nape of your neck where he releases another sigh. 

Wordlessly you lay there, body pressing against body, arms and legs entwining together, all while the sounds of your heartbeat join into one rhythm. You feel his smile growing against your skin when you try to shift, feeling the discomfort from his cum pooling inside you while his cock softens as it remains in its place.

He breathes in the scent of your hair one last time before he finally pulls out of you, taking a few drops of his cum in his exit. He is quick to find a forgotten shirt to help clean you up, then make a quick work of tossing it away before taking you back in his arms again as he collapses into the bed. 

Just like always, he pulls you to him with your back pressed to his chest, his arm resting lazily on your waist.

“So—” he says, breathing in your hair deeply before moving to kiss the nape of your neck. “What are you planning to do today?” he asks with his lips pressing into your ear and lazily nipping at your lobe.

“I don’t know,” you answer with an exhausted chuckle. “I think I might need a short nap. You’ve completely drained me. No, wait—shower. We need a shower,” you say to him in your drowsy state of mind, not realising that your fingers have somehow found their way to his arm again, and that you have begun tracing the ink work on his skin absentmindedly while you are thinking deeply.

You don’t notice what you are doing until Jungkook moves his hand, cupping your bare breast until you gasp at his touch. 

“Shower sounds good,” he calmly says, as if he isn’t deliberately rising the shivers in your body with his touch. “I’ll help,” he adds, “I haven’t got the chance to kiss this tattoo you have on your back and the new one you just got on your thigh, have I?”

As if making a point, Jungkook presses his lips right at the back of your neck, about an inch above where your back tattoo starts. 

You nervously laugh, knowing what would entail if things continue to be how he wants them to while trying to hide how he is already triggering your body to react to him. A flutter rises in your chest as he kneads your breast gently, and it begins to surge downwards, past the trails of kisses he is leaving on your skin and ends right between your legs where a pulse rises back up again.

“Oh, boy,” you sigh, knowing that there is no stopping him. Not when your nerves have been awakened to make you want him so badly as well.

— © 2022 Yoonia, all rights reserved. reposting/modifying of any kind, translations, unsanctioned adaptations are not allowed.

[forthewomenonly]

Masterpiece

A/n: Sacrificed my sleep and sanity for this holyyy shit. Warnings: NSFW, smut, GAYS, Vada Cavell x reader, Vada Cavell x fem reader (implied no pronouns used), g!p Vada, slight oral R receiving, unprotected sex, drug use ______________________________________________________________

"Can I draw on you?" Vada asks looking up at you from her sprawled out position on your bed. Cocking your head to the side in confusion you bring your shared joint to your lips and take another drag.

"It's just, my hands are fidgety- and you have washable markers on your desk and I'm bored, are you bored? I really think that-" She cuts off her own incessant rambling, acutely aware of your ever growing annoyance.

You exhale deeply, the milky smoke furling in the air of your bedroom. Putting out the finished blunt, your eyes meet Vada's own hazy dilated ones and you lazily nod your head.

She quickly hops off of the bed, taking a moment to steady herself on her feet before hastily grabbing your markers. Joining you on the bed once more, Vada takes in your fully clothed figure.

"So are you gonna take off your shirt? Not that i'm asking to see you shirtless! I just- just need space to draw."

You roll your eyes, a smile toying at the corners of your lips. You take your shirt off, rolling over to lay on your stomach.

Vada hesitantly reaches her hand out, touching your back with the tips of her fingers. Her cheeks flush slightly, taking in the muscles of your back and the softness of your skin. You press your back into her touch, welcoming the warm feeling of her fingertips on your body.

"What are you gonna draw Vads?" you say softly, resting your chin on top of your folded arms.

"Just doodles." She responds before carefully moving to straddle the backs of your thighs.

You feel the tip of the marker skating across your back as Vada deftly moves her hand, drawing designs and patterns onto your exposed flesh. The marker tickles against your skin and has you giggling, shifting yourself closer to Vada. Your clothed ass makes contact with her pelvis and the action has your friend's eyes widening dramatically.

Distracting herself with the ink on your skin, she leans over you, getting a better angle to colour in one of her drawings. Shifting uncomfortably underneath your friend, you reach your hand back and press into the fabric of her shorts.

"Vada what the hell is in your pocket?" you ask, eyebrows furrowed as your hand moves curiously.

Your palm brushes against her concealed hard-on and the brunette instantly reels at the touch, pulling away from you and clambering off of your legs hurriedly. Turning over and propping yourself up on your elbows you look confusedly at the frantic girl. She stands awkwardly beside your bed with deep red cheeks and impossibly wide eyes.

Lowering your gaze you gawk at the obvious bulge in Vada's shorts. "Is that...?"

"Oh god" she mumbles out through her hands, peeking through her fingers to gauge your reaction.

"Can I...can I see it?" You say slowly, scared to alarm your friend any further.

"What?" she asks incredulously, her eyes darting around the room, looking anywhere but at you.

"Your dick Vada, can I see it?"

Clearly unsuspecting of your blatant straightforwardness, Vada chokes on her saliva. Coughing for a few seconds as you watch her with a quirked brow. Once she catches her breath and realizes that you are in fact not joking, she moves to sit back on your bed. Shimmying out of her shorts and boxers, Vada's freed dick slaps against her shirt covered abdomen.

"Holy shit." You bite your lip, eyeing the now fully hardened length of your friend. "Vada can I-"

Before you can even finish your question, she shifts her hips up to your slightly outstretched hand. Slowly you wrap your hand around her erect cock. Swiping your thumb over the slit of her ruddy tip has Vada gasping loudly, pushing herself farther into your hand.

Stroking up and down her dick a few more times, you move your hand to rid yourself of your bra. Vada groans when you remove your hand but very quickly becomes ecstatic when she sees your naked chest. Swiftly ridding herself of her own shirt and bra, the brunette sits fully nude in front of you. Beckoning her over with a wave of your fingers, Vada sits patiently on her knees, waiting for permission between your legs. Threading a hand in her dark hair, you pull her over you. Catching herself with her arms and holding herself over you, Vada kisses you desperately. Detaching herself from your mouth to pepper kisses along your jaw and throat, she reaches down to touch your exposed chest. As one arm continues to hold herself above you, the other moves with the utmost efficiency, rubbing one of your nipples between her thumb and forefinger. The second you arch into her touch, Vada moves to sit back on her knees, fumbling with the button and zipper of your pants. Once your pants and underwear are finally discarded Vada wastes no time in burying her face in your wet heat. Slowly, she drags her tongue through your arousal-coated folds, and the moment her lips wrap around your clit, you're sure that you must already be embarrassingly close to cumming. Reluctantly, Vada pulls away and leans back over you. Looking back into your half-lidded eyes, she wavers, waiting for you to ensure that you want to be intimate with her. Once you nod your head, Vada eagerly thrusts inside of you. Waiting for you to adjust before slamming the rest of her length inside your awaiting cunt. "Fuckkk" She drawls out, sucking a sharp inhale through her teeth as she continues her fast pace. Ducking her head to lick and suck at your neck, Vada pounds into you harder, her cock dragging against your gummy walls with every thrust. You moan loudly, nails scratching angry red lines onto the tan skin of her back. Bringing a hand down to the junction where your hips meet, Vada presses her thumb harshly against your puffy clit, causing you to cry out and clench around her. Rubbing taut, fast circles against your sensitive bundle of nerves you approach the brink of your orgasm rapidly. She feels you clench and tighten around her, reminding Vada all too well of her own impending orgasm. Moving faster as a means to sate her arousal. Feeling you cum around Vada's dick leaves the poor girl desperate for release, her mind clouded at the feeling of your wetness gushing around her painfully stiff cock. "Please can I cum inside? Fuck y/n, need to cum so so bad" She grunts out desperately. Vada can see your apprehension, your mouth opens then closes a few times, trying to contemplate her words before you speak your own. She's ready to pull out when you wrap your legs urgently and tightly around her waist, trapping the girl in place. Your heels dig into her back pressing Vada closer to you, as she bites your neck jerking her hips into you wildly.

Thick ropes of her cum are pumped inside of you as Vada's post orgasmic pace never falters. You shake slightly and Vada finally slows, carefully pulling out, afraid to inadvertently overstimulate you anymore than she already has. Slumping down beside you, Vada unsurprisingly starts rambling once again. "That was awesome. It was so good for me, was it good for you too? I mean obviously you came but-" "Vada." You interrupt sternly, cringing slightly at the harshness of your tone. "Yes it was good for me too." You say much more softly this time around, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear. She grins widely and you press a short kiss to her lips lovingly, Vada stares at you with adoration, her high faded long ago after the sobering effects of your rigorous fucking. Turning so that your back faces her, you pull Vada's arm across your body and feel her bury her face in your hair, pressing occasional kisses onto your scalp. Pulling away from your embrace ever so slightly, Vada traces over her drawings with featherlight touches. "What are you doing back there?" You question playfully, leaning back into her hands. "Admiring my masterpiece of course." She says now kissing your upper back and shoulders. "Take a picture of your drawings for me, I would love to see your 'masterpiece'."

"Wasn't talking about my drawings, silly." She says kissing up your neck and onto your cheek. You quickly realize what she's insinuating and you turn to face her, hiding your reddened face in the crook of her neck.

After an elongated moment of comfortable silence, you finally speak up... "You're paying for my morning-after pill."

[anne-bsd-bibliophile]

The Lipless Man: From the casebook of Akechi Kogoro

Translated by Alexis J Brown

[His] thirst for revenge had been inhuman. He was either insane or pure evil. A vampire that fed on fear. How could any harbour such hatred, no matter how badly they felt wronged? Tsunekawa, and even Akechi, recoiled at his speech, which sounded like a curse reverberating from the bowels of hell.

People can bear any horror, no matter how terrifying, as long as it remains in sight. But when something dematerialises before their eyes, like white breath on a frosty day, panic can take hold in an instant.

‘I’ve a funny feeling you’ve both been pulling my leg,’ the Inspector said, strolling in the direction of the temple gate. ‘Both of us?’ Akechi asked, smiling in his customary way. ‘You and the lipless man.’ ‘Ha! What an extraordinary idea!’ ‘It’s like the two of you are playing your own peculiar game. Every hunch you’ve had has been miraculously spot on. And as for the ghoul, somehow he knew it would be you who’d dig up that coffin. He predicted as much in his letter. How could that be, unless you’d both planned it in advance?’ It was not obvious whether the Inspector was joking or not. He looked at Akechi with an unnatural smirk on his lips. ‘Maybe we’re the same person. Like in one of Maurice LeBlanc’s Lupin stories. By day, I’m an amateur detective, by night, a murderous fiend. What a set-up!’ Akechi laughed, long and loud, and eventually Tsunekawa had to join in. ‘Speaking of works of fiction,’ the Inspector said at last, ‘This case has had its own cast of bohemian characters. Artists, writers, and the lipless man himself.’ ‘That may well be intentional. Great criminals have fantastical ambitions...'

There is a dark side to life. An evil lurking in the shadows. Whatever horrors envisaged by the most demonic poet, they're nothing to what takes place in reality.

For hardcore Edogawa Ranpo fans:

One character in this story appears to be loosely based on Edogawa Ranpo himself! Sonoda Kokkō, a writer of detective fiction, is described in the novel as follows:

It appeared Sonoda Kokkō had written bizarre short stories for a select audience with a taste for his brand of grotesque nonsense. He’d produced one piece of fiction a year, often surprising his editors who’d completely forgotten about him. Nobody had known where he lived or what he looked like; not anyone at the magazine that published his fiction, and certainly not the general public. His manuscripts were never sent from the same post office twice, and his fee had always gone back to whatever post office that had been. His landlord and neighbours hadn’t even been aware he was a writer. He’d no friends, and had always kept his doors and windows locked whether he was in or out. All anyone knew about him was that he’d been a loner. ‘The property we searched was in a very desolate part of Ikebukuro. A small detached house. When we looked inside, it was like wandering around a haunted mansion. There were skeletons hanging in the closets, dolls heads, wet with red ink, left on all the tables, and coloured woodblock prints of the most bloodcurdling scenes plastered on every wall. I’m sure you get the picture.’ ‘Fascinating,’ Akechi nodded keenly. ‘His shelves were filled with books on criminology, criminal history, and true crime stories. In the drawers of his desk were pages and pages of unfinished manuscripts...

At one point in The Lipless Man, a story written by Sonoda Kokkō is referenced and used to discover the hiding place of the book's villain. I won't spoil the surprise entirely, but the short story by Sonoda Kokkō is remarkably similar to a famous story written by Edogawa Ranpo!

The Lipless Man was published in 1930, and four years later Edogawa Ranpo moved to a home in Ikebukuro where he lived for the next 31 years. The building where he lived is now The Edogawa Rampo Memorial Center for Popular Culture Studies (The Edogawa Rampo Residence). You can find learn more at their website: https://english.rikkyo.ac.jp/research/research_institutes/rampo.html

[homunculus-argument]

I love interior design with subtle themes in attention to detail. It's like composing a collage, putting together things that say very little on their own, but the vague vibes they have play together in harmony to paint a picture. Like yeah, the wallpaper is a deep green, repeating with a vaguely leafy pattern. You barely see a glimpse of it peeking from behind of the gallery wall, full of assorted pictures and other adornments - a framed row of dried, preserved leaves, an ink print depicting deer tracks, a drawing of a pinecone. There's a coat rack that branches like a tree, and a fuzzy green rug whose colour and texture wouldn't immediately remind you of moss in any other context.

Not a single element present would individually scream "this has a forest theme" to you if regarded on their own, but put together like this, curated and composed, the motif becomes obvious, making you feel like you should be hearing songbirds, and be able to smell the strong, earthy scent of mushrooms and moss.

[jamdoughnutmagician]

New Ink

Tattoo Artists!Eddie x Reader (Fluff)

Getting your first tattoo should be a nervy experience, but having a cute tattoo artist to hold your hand through it, then surely things aren't all bad? (sorry I suck at summaries)

Also, let it be known that the authour doesn't have any tattoos, nor does she know anything about what it's like to get a tattoo.

*actually update, the author now does have a tattoo 😛*

Word count:1,680

Masterlist Eddie Munson Masterlist

You pushed yourself through the door of the tattoo parlour, and began to make your way towards the front counter where a boy with hazel brown eyes, a shaggy mess of brown hair and a sleeve of various different colourful tattoos greeted you.

"Hi there, I’m Steve and welcome to Hellfire Tattoo Parlour, what can I help you with today?" The boy smiles brightly.

"Um, well, I'd been considering getting a tattoo for a while, and I was wondering if maybe you have any available slots?" You ask, slightly nervously.

"Is this your first time getting a tattoo?" He nods, looking up at you

"Is it that obvious?" You chuckle.

The boy flips through his register book for a moment, before turning to look back up at you. 

"Well, first of all I would have to book you in for a consultation with one of our artists, you know, to talk about what you want and what not, and since it’s your first time getting a tattoo we’ll be able to talk you through what goes on.” he explains.

You nod, as you listen to what Steve has to tell you.

“We’ve got a space for a consultation in a week's time? How does 11:30 sound to you?”

“That sounds great, thank you!” you smile.

“Perfect! I’ll just schedule you in here.” Steve nods, turning to write down your name and contact details in his appointment book. “Let me also just say, that if you have any picture references, or pictures you want to bring in to help us get a feel for what sort of design you would like, then that would be helpful.” 

“Oh okay! Thanks!” 

“Alright then, that’s you all booked in for a consultation next week! We’ll see you then.” Steve tells you with a friendly smile

You thank him once more before leaving the tattoo parlour with a pep in your step, happy that you’d finally bit the bullet and made the first steps to actually getting the tattoo.

“Hey Harrington, who was that girl?” Eddie says as he casually strolls up to the front counter. “She was kinda cute, don’t ‘ya think?”

“That was a new client, she’s booked in for a consultation next week, with you no less, so if you could keep it in your pants until after everythings all sorted that would be great, Munson.” 

A heated flush crept up from Eddie’s chest and bloomed over his cheeks in a scarlet blush. Busted.

He swallowed down his embarrassment and promised Steve to be on his best behaviour next week. 

Sure enough your appointment rolled around and you found yourself sitting on the small couch with your artist, Eddie. He was tall, dark, and far too handsome for his own good. His hair is tied back in a loose, messy bun that rests at the nape of his neck, and his intricate gathering of smaller tattoos that make up one larger sleeve piece sprawl from underneath the sleeve of his Metallica t-shirt. However it’s not that draws you into him. It’s when you look past his septum pierced, freckled nose, that his big chocolate brown eyes draw you in. The way they sparkle with a honeyed glow under the studio lights of the tattoo parlour.

“So what sort of tattoo did you have in mind?”

“Well, you know Lord of The Rings?” you start cautiously. 

Eddie nodded, it was one of his favourite books, and when the films had come out, they too had become fast and firm favourites of his.

“I really wanted Arwen’s evenstar.” You explain. “And I was thinking of having it by here” you continue running your hand against the side of your ribs.

“So, Harrington was telling me that this is your first tattoo?”

You nod as he continues to speak.

“Well let me just tell you that the ribs can be a particularly sensitive place for a tattoo, I should know. I’ve got a sword right here" he says pointing to the right side of his torso "..And that hurt like a bitch." he chuckles. 

“Well I was kind of hoping to have in a discreet place, besides I’m a tough girl, I can handle a little pain.” you tell him confidently.

“Well it sounds like you know what you want, how about you give me some time to put together a design for you, and you can come back later on to see if you like it or if there’s anything we can tweak and then we can go from there?” he proposes.

“I like the sound of that!” 

“Great! If you swing back at around 2:00, then I should have a sketch for you to review.”

“Okay! Thank you so much!” you say standing up and offering your hand up for him to shake. “2:00 it is.”

He gladly takes your hand, giving it a friendly shake.

“I’ll see you then." And with that he bids you goodbye, and watches as you make your way out of the shop.

He waits until you're completely out of sight before huffing out a breath.

"She's so cute. I'm fucked." he sighs.

"Yes. Yes you are." Steve laughs, clapping a hand on Eddie's back. “Now shouldn’t you be getting back to work?”

Eddie is just putting the finishing touches on his sketches of your tattoo design when you come back into the shop.

He welcomes you to sit on the couch in the studio so he can show you his work.

"So here's the design I had sketched out, let me know what you think of it." 

"It's perfect!" You beam brightly. 

"Really? Because I did have a few other sketches done if you wanted to see?" He offers.

"No, no, this one's perfect! It's exactly as I had imagined in my head!" You tell him.

"Well, thank you, I'm kind of a Tolkien fan myself, and those films are very dear to me, so I should know what the Evenstar looks like."

Not only was he cute, but you had a shared interest, and that just made him all the cuter in your eyes.

"I've got no other clients for today, if you're up for it I could do it for you now?" 

You nod excitedly, eager to have your very first tattoo.

"Thank you! That sounds great!" You tell him with a smile.

"Awesome! I'll just get everything I need set up and I'll come get you in a bit, okay?"

Eddie has you lie down on the padded table in his tattoo studio, the leather of the dark cushions squeaking as you adjust yourself to be comfortable.

“Can you just roll your shirt up for me, please” he asks with a smile as he snaps on a pair of disposable gloves.

You roll up the hem of your shirt to expose your ribs on the side where you want your tattoo.

“..and your um-your bra too please..” he stutters out, fighting against the blush rising to his cheeks.

Way to keep it professional, Munson.

You pull the band of your bra out of the way, allowing him to lay down a tracing outline of his design on your skin.

“If you need to take a break anytime, just let me know alright, this is gonna suck for a short while, but it’ll look so good in the end I promise. You’re in very safe hands.”

The tattoo machine whirs into life, as he reaches for the gun and begins to trace the stencilled outline on your ribs.

It hurts. It feels like a thousand tiny knives stabbing you repeatedly, but you’d put on a brave front after being very bold about your high pain tolerance.

���You’re doing really well, y’know. If I’m being honest I cried like a wimp when I got my first tattoo” he jokes about himself as he catches you grimacing when his needle runs over a particularly sensitive spot.

You take a few shallow breaths as he continues with his work, pausing every once and a while to wipe your skin and to give you a small break.

He continues his work once more, adding the finishing touches to his design until it’s complete.

“Alright, that’s you all inked up! There’s a mirror over there for you to go check it out.” he tells you, peeling off his gloves. 

You get up off the table and make your way over to the full length mirror to see your new tattoo in all its glory.

“Oh I love it!! It’s so good!! You did such a good job on it! Thank you so much!!” you praise him brightly.

“Well thank you, it’s nice to know my art is appreciated so highly.” he smiles back at you. “Now let’s get you sorted out and wrapped up.”

Eddie wrapped up your tattoo in a thin layer of plastic wrap and talked you through the proper after-care etiquette for looking after your tattoo.

You hand him over the money to pay for your tattoo, with a smile.

“Thank you so much, again. If I ever decide I want another tattoo I’ll definitely be coming back here and asking for you.”

“Well it’s always good to see off another pleased customer, I’d be more than happy to tattoo you again if you want, tough girl.” he chuckles, throwing an adorably cheeky, boy-ish grin your way.

“How about I give you my number, and maybe we can discuss my next tattoo over drinks? Say.. maybe this Friday at 7.00?” you offer up hopefully, desperately wishing that you hadn’t read this wrong. “There’s a great bar in town that does a great Old fashioned.”

He flushes with a pink blush as you grab a sharpie from the pen pot on the desk and write your number on his other forearm that isn’t covered by a sleeve of ink.

“Sure. Friday. 7pm.” he nods “It’s a date, tough girl.”

You leave Hellfire tattoo parlour with some new ink, and a pep in your step at having secured a date with the cute tattoo artist.

@penguinsandpotterheads @itsfreakingbats @xxhellfirebunnyxx @munsonology @ali-r3n

[itsnotmourn]

CONCEPTS AND RAMBLINGS | "animal" cult pmv extras

thank you everyone for liking my pmv (and on yt and twitter) !! i got more attention than i thought it would and that means the world to me! <33

here’s some of my concept art + rambles for it!

the first thing i made up, the character designs!

i didn’t think to refine them because they were good enough to use LMAO... so i scribbled colours down, threw a filter and called it a night

i wanted a sharp change from the verses and chorus (since the song goes from calm to... louder) so i made it greyscale (with a red filter) that changed to brighter colours!

also changed the text font/colour for ignacio hmm. the font was hard to read, in my opinion.

ignacio's design

ignacio loses his bandage colours because that was too many colours for my liking… i completely forgot his hair highlights tho

ah and he doesn’t get a mouth until the fire scene too…

it was only meant to be done for a few frames but i thought it be cooler if it was consistent.

the missing mouth represents his repressed feelings/silence, or something like that.

skidad's design

i got a few questions on whether skidad was a goat. despite looks, skidad’s design is actually based on the herbiadean/jacob sheep! four horns!

i have drawn skidad as a jacob sheep before as well!

look at them ominous friends.

the resemblance to goats is something i considered as well (links with cult/sacrifice) so i think of it as a fun bonus

i gave him wolf teeth because the whole “wolf in sheep’s clothing” but also because i like it when prey animals are given predator features

i left the body as "human" because i only wanted the face to be censored… i considered clawed/darkened hands too but nah

skidad was originally going to be lined like ignacio, but i liked the lineless look for him so voila! makes it feel like he’s “not bound by anything”... actually, this is the same reasoning for the match to be “out” of the border, even though it’s ignacio’s hand

storyboards

i rarely storyboard (most are locked in my mind) but i figured it'd be fun to try!

halfway, i got bored of drawing digitally so i moved onto my notebook. i think it was a good decision; since i drew with my ink pen, it forced me to move on with my mistakes instead of clicking "clear canvas" lol

i had a pretty solid idea of what i wanted after weeks of listening to the song over and over again. the only thing that really changed was the mirror, which was replaced with a shadowy ignacio

the coloured thumbnails i actually did first, just to figure out out what i’m doing for the chorus part… limited palette my beloved

i didn't know where to put the text so i was scribbling everywhere lol

ratio changes

in the chorus, the ratio of ignacio and skidad’s frames changes! it’s more obvious if i combined them together, like this

less for ignacio, more for skidad

did you notice that the fire in this shot look like the cult ?!!! why did i do that, you ask? well:

the fire is the same “red”as the robe

too lazy to draw fire without abusing motion blur

mmm symbolism idk. it's somewhere there

it wasn’t in my plans but i’m happy i made the choice in the last minute. this was the last thing i needed to finish before syncing it up with the music

also this… i just wanted to point it out… make sure everyone knows... did you notice this? did you? did you did you? well now you do!!!

that's it !!! that's your trip into my mind!! okay byeeeee !!

[blueb3rryjongseob]

𝕔𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕦𝕣𝕖𝕕 𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕤.

pairing- non!idol!jongseob × fem!reader

synopsis - Jongseob swore on his life that he would never confess his love for you. Why would he? He was always a quiet observer, content to blend in with the background. As fate would have it, a chance encounter during a school project brings you and Jongseob together, sparking a friendship that begins to blossom into something more. But as Jongseob musters the courage to reveal his true feelings, will his quiet nature and your contrasting personality stand in the way of a love that was meant to be?

wc: estimated 1.6k

a/n- @winskzer forced me to write this guys.., honestly did have fun though i literally LOVE the synopsis and the plot and everything

warnings- nothing tbh

genre- romance, school au, introvert jongseob, popular, athletic, etc. reader, fluff, vanilla, NO SMUT

⚠️NOT PROOFREAD⚠️

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

Jongseob knew he had a problem. The minute his heartbeat sped up at the sight of you walking past him in the hallway. Or the way he caught himself smiling helplessly whenever you offered a student your help. What was it about you that had him wrapped around your finger? He'd never know.

You, an enthusiastic and beloved student whose smile lights up a room, are unaware of his feelings. Heck, you never had time for yourself. Constantly jumping between being captain of the cheer team, member of the student council and...you get the point.

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗

Flashforward to present time, Jongseob sat in the back row of his History class. It's always empty, less people for him to talk to, and besides, what kind of lunatic would sit next to the quiet kid all by himself? You. You're the lunatic. Imagine the utter disbelief on poor Jongseob's face, he could already feel the sweat coming.

Jongseob could not breathe. Literally. He watched your every movement. The way your eyes glimmered whenever the teacher called on you to answer, or the way you colour coordinate your notes, a thousand different highlighters somehow packed neatly onto your desk. Or maybe how he noticed the way your eyes slowly flickered to the side, stealing glances at him here and there. Wait. What?

Ofcourse, he quickly dismissed these thoughts. You of all people, taking a liking to him? Unbelieveable. I mean, who in their right mind would ever like Jong-

"-Seob, sorry for bothering. May i borrow a pen? Mine just ran out of ink and I really need to finish this note.."

Oh My Gosh. Did you just ask him for a pen? He picked up the nearest pen he could find. (He may or may not have been waiting for this moment all his life so he memorized the brand of pens you use and the colour ink you use the most.) Sweaty hands slowly passed the pen to you, his face red like cherries and his eyes looking at literally anything but you.

"Thankyou! I'm so happy I sat next to you for this period, I always buy this brand!"

"Oh, really? What a coincidence..haha.."

≪•◦ ❈ ◦•≫

There's one thing Jongseob hates, and it's paired projects. Why have two people do it when he could simply do it on his own? Also because he has no friends to ask if they'd pair with him, but he'd never say it out loud(even though it's pretty obvious). So, imagine the look on Jongseob's face when his History teacher announced a paired project, the worst part? It's worth basically his entire grade, so it doesn't look like he can't not do it.

He glanced to the side, much to his suprise, almost the entire class stood next to you, begging you to pair with them. (He wasn't that suprised to be honest. You were immensely popular.)

Now, he was a very observant person, so he could bet his entire life that he was the first and most likely the only one to notice the slight discomfort on your face. You were good at hiding it, he can't lie. Pretty smile and crescent eyes waving away the people and softly apologizing for denying them.

You didn't want to partner with any of them, really. You were just too nice to directly say no.

"S-She's uh..She's paired with me..Sorry guys.."

Where'd this newfound confidence come from? We'd never know. You turned to him, a bit shocked he'd said this.

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅

Being one of the most participative students in your year, you get to know people. And you knew all too well that Jongseob was the last person in the class, in the entire school even to say something. Ofcourse, you'd 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 give up an opportunity to pair with Jongseob, so you went along with it. (Y/n?? Is that a crush I smell?)

"Yeah..Yeah! What he said. I'm paired with Jongseob. Sorry guys. Maybe next time?"

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒

The rest of the class went by in a blur for Jongseob. The realization that he would be working with you on a project had his heart racing. When the bell rang, signaling the end of class, you turned to him with a warm smile. (He tried pretending you weren't there but he couldn't resist your pearly whites and glossy lips)

"Jongseob, do you have time after school to start on the project?" you asked, your eyes gleaming.

"Uh, yeah, sure," he stammered, still in disbelief that you were talking to him.

"Great! Meet me in the library at 3, 'kay?"

Jongseob nodded, unable to form any coherent words. As you gathered your things and left the classroom, he felt a strange mixture of excitement and nervousness. This was his chance to get to know you better, but he was terrified of messing it up.

𐙚⋆˚✿˖°

After school, Jongseob found himself sitting at a table in the library, waiting for you. He fidgeted with his notebook, trying to calm his nerves. (He had a half a mind to get up and leave, but he couldn't stand the idea of you waiting for him all alone in the library) When you finally arrived, you were slightly out of breath from rushing over, but your smile was as radiant as ever.

"Sorry I'm late! I had to finish up a meeting for the student council," you explained, taking a seat across from him.

"No worries," Jongseob replied, feeling a bit more at ease now that you were here. In his mind, you looked even prettier like this. Hair a bit messy and your skirt ridden up a little from practically running to the library.

You both opened your textbooks and started discussing the project. To Jongseob's surprise, you were not only kind but also incredibly smart.Don't get him wrong, he knew you were smart, but you basically sponsored all the information. As the conversation flowed, he found himself enjoying your company more and more. You were patient, attentive, and genuinely interested in his thoughts and ideas. For the first time in a while, he felt..seen.

Jongseob was on cloud nine(to be on cloud nine is basically an idiom that means to be extremely happy). It was as if he had been friends with you for the entire year. As you both packed your stuff and made plans to meet back up tomorrow-

''Hey, Y/n..C-Could I have your number? Y-You know! To text you..a-about the project, ofcourse.."

"Hm..Could you have my number?" You said, a teasing smile on your face. As you slung your bag over your shoulder, you walked up to Jongseob, slipping a piece of paper into his hands. "You better text me, cutie~" (yall the paper had her number, she whispered the 'you better text me, cutie' part), before you walked out the library, leaving a flushed, confused and taken aback Jongseob.

---

Over the next few weeks, you and Jongseob spent a lot of time together, working on the project and slowly becoming friends. You found yourself looking forward to your study sessions, appreciating Jongseob's quiet intelligence and his subtle sense of humor.

One afternoon, as you both sat in the library, you looked up from your notes and watched Jongseob for a moment. He was focused, his brow furrowed in concentration, and you couldn't help but smile. There was something comforting about his presence.

"Jongseob," you said softly, breaking the silence.

He looked up, surprised by the gentle tone of your voice. "Yeah?"

"I'm really glad we got paired for this project. I feel like I've gotten to know you a lot better," you admitted.

His eyes widened slightly, and a faint blush spread across his cheeks. "Me too."

---

As the project deadline approached, Jongseob couldn't ignore the growing feelings he had for you. He cherished every moment you spent together, but the thought of confessing his feelings terrified him. What if it ruined the friendship you had built? He'd rather stay with whatever you two had than ruining it with his stupid feelings.

On the day of your final presentation, you and Jongseob stood in front of the class, confidently delivering your project. When it was over, your classmates applauded, and the teacher praised your work. You turned to Jongseob, beaming with pride.

"We did it!" you exclaimed, giving him a quick hug.

Jongseob's heart skipped a beat. The warmth of your embrace lingered long after you pulled away, the scent of your perfume infilrating his sense of smell. As the class filed out, you and Jongseob stayed behind to gather your things. The classroom was empty now, and an awkward silence settled between you. The project was the main reason you both got together, afterall.

"There's something I need to tell you," Jongseob said suddenly, his voice trembling slightly.

You looked at him, your eyes filled with curiosity. "What is it?"

"I..Gosh, I don't think I should say it.." Jongseob was scared. He had to confess to you, but he just couldn't.

"Seob? What's wrong?" You said, dropping your bag and walking up to him slowly. (All he could think about in that moment was how pretty you looked with concern for him written all over your face. Oh. And that damn nickname. It gave him butterflies.)

He took a deep breath, gathering his courage. "I've... I've liked you for a long time. I never thought I'd have the chance to tell you, but working on this project with you has been amazing. I understand if you don't feel the same way, but I needed to be honest."

You were taken aback by his confession. For a moment, you were speechless. Then, a smile spread across your face, and you reached out to take his hand.

"Jongseob, you're not that good at keeping secrets," you said softly. "But the truth is, I've grown to like you too. I've always noticed you, you know. Your quiet personality stands out alot more than you think..I like it. You're smart, gentle, funny and so damn cute too. I like you too, Seob."

Jongseob's eyes widened in disbelief. "Really?"

"Ofcourse, silly." you chuckled softly, squeezing his hand gently.

"Damnit Y/n." All of a sudden, his hands were around your waist, pulling you into his chest, his fingers guiding your face up to look at him, all before he pressed his lips on yours.

As you stood there, holding hands in the empty classroom, Jongseob felt a weight lift off his shoulders. For the first time, he allowed himself to believe that maybe, just maybe, this love was meant to be.

ANDD IT'S A WRAP!! COLOURED PENS IS OFFICIALLY DONE! I started this silly little oneshot back in May(not even kidding) and I have a bunch of other things in my drafts that I will be getting to ASAP. Took me three months to stop procrastinating, but I'm done!

Thankyou so so so so so so sooo much if you read and made it this far!! please, follow, like and reblog so that you could get even better fanfics like this!!

-Berry.

[slytherinshua]

HANSE HEADCANONS

genre. fluff. headcanons. warnings. these are kinda disorganized rly random but oh well. pairing. hanse x reader. wc. 803. request. not officially requested by still requested by @eternalgyu <3 a/n. i miss victon sm goodbye... (but first hanse fic so yay)

hanse has always noticed that you eye his tattoos. especially after you’ve been dating for a little while and got more comfortable with each other, you’re more obvious with your stares. but you’re still too scared to ask for a tour, and hanse thinks it's cute, that you’re so shy about it, not wanting to pressure him.

he offers to show you them up close one evening. you listen intently as he tells you the meaning behind each one, giggling at how some of them were honestly dares or jokes. he lets you trace each one, not leaving out how he had covered old ones with new ones. it starts out with just the ones on his left arm, but when he sees that you’re still curious about the ones he got on his chest and back, he isn’t shy to take off his shirt and show you. you’re a little shy being met with his bare back and chest, but also in awe of both his muscles and the pretty black ink decorating his soft skin.

after that you start to make it your habit to trace his tattoos. it’s soothing, both to you and hanse. he likes it more than he would admit, and in a way it makes him feel loved and pretty to you. to see that you’re so in love with the artwork on his skin, that you don’t think it’s too much or weird, it makes his chest feel warm.

you feel the same way about his piercings, and are always excited when you find cool new jewelry for him to try. some days he goes without his lip ring, but on days that he is wearing it, he can tell that you get a little extra clingy. kissing him and feeling the cool metal against your skin never gets old. 

hanse has his own unique style, and you love to play around with it with him. it’s always heavily reliant on black. he’s experimented a lot in the past to find what he likes best and what feels like him, and he found that black is exactly what feels right. knowing that colour is often out of the picture, when you style him, you like to add elements of texture instead. spiky chokers and bracelets, silver or black rings, even pretty belts. it’s fun to match with accessories, even if you both have opposite senses of style.

if you like your outfits to be colourful, you can still match with jewelry. or, if you like black outfits like hanse, he’ll buy you matching shirts so you can have fun styling it in different ways. while most of the time your boyfriend adorns black band shirts, tank tops, or hoodies, accessorised to the max with shiny silver, sometimes he does like to wear more traditional clothes. button ups or white t-shirts, occasionally a suit or sweater. it’s rare, but you love it all the same as his usual aesthetic. 

if hanse had to describe his relationship with you, it would be comfort and laughter. you’re his person. someone who loves him just the way he is, who doesn’t expect or want anything outside of what he already offers. you make him smile, you make him laugh, you make him feel so in love every day. one look at your eyes and he can feel that things aren’t as bad as they seem, that they’ll be okay as long as you’re with him. you make him forget about his worries and allow him to live in the moment, to enjoy every second he gets to spend.

you’re so connected emotionally that any time you have to spend apart from your boyfriend is rough. you’re used to being around him all the time— having almost everything you do in a day accompanied by your favourite person in the entire world. you make do with texting and calling as often as you can. you’d spend hours on video call, even if you were outside running errands. it doesn’t compare to actually being together, but it’s enough to make it bearable. 

you know that despite his appearances, your boyfriend has a very soft heart. he’s empathetic and scared of a lot of things, but you help him overcome things that once terrified him. you slowly become his home. and overtime he can barely remember what his life looked like without you; only that it could never compare to what he has now. hanse thinks you’re precious. he adores you, frankly. he’s not ashamed that he’s absolutely whipped, that everytime he sees you his eyes light up, or that he’ll never get tired of telling you that he loves you. it’s a truth that will never change, and he’d shout it out for the whole world to hear if he could.

↳ victon taglist (bolded could not be tagged): @eternalgyu,, @minholing,, @candewlsy,, @blossominghunnie,, @weird-bookworm,,

@nyukyujs,, @seunghancore,, @chenleszone

[its-adeucen]

The once powerful eccentric guild Fairy Tail reduced to a laughing stock in the loss of their most powerful wizards, within their small numbers stands their last Dragon slayer–once one of four has now been reduced to the last. Hands dripping with ink, destruction left in their wake, uprooted trees and craters litter the ground. Scattered around sparsely, the bodies of bandits unconscious lay covered in ink.

“Ink Dragons Roar!” Inhaling deeply, your hands curl into a fist like shape–holding them up to your mouth, as if you were holding a flute–you inhale deeply before shooting out a bullet like wave of ink towards your opponent. The black coloured magic circle glowing brightly in front of you, and you watch as the bandit flies backwards.

Sighing, you throw yourselves backwards, splaying out on the cold grass beneath you. “Man, the reward for this won’t even make a dent in the guild rent…” Gazing up at the starry sky, you bit your lip before covering your eyes with your arm.

What am I supposed to do…The loss of your fellow guildmates hit you hard, there was no way your guild could keep afloat–that became obvious after the first few years–and after a while, people started to disappear. Guild members who used to ruffle your hair, give you tips on your technique, who would laugh and let you sit in while they played cards, who answered your nonsense questions. People you grew up around, started to leave. By the time you turned thirteen, your once renowned guild hall was reduced to a farmhouse and your family was barely keeping it together. Four years and still no sight of your lost members, you began to take on more and more—more jobs, more house work around the guild, more responsibility—three years later you stand as one of the guild top earners and it’s still not enough.

“Maybe if I pick up a few more odd jobs on my way back…” in the distance, you hear the sound of hooves hitting the ground and the rattling of carriage—the thought of a carriage, leaving you nauseous—groaning you resign yourself to getting up and cleaning the road before some angry merchant gets out and yells at you about road blockage. Just as you start to sit up, you are hit with a sudden feeling of vertigo, your vision starts to go black as you lose consciousness, back hitting the ground.

• You wake up in the coffin confused before resigning yourself to waiting, used to the ridiculous ‘adventures’ that come with being a Fairy Tail member, hoping that it would just be some Dark guild that you’d be able to pummel to the ground before going on your way–maybe grab a snack on your way back to the guild.

• Standing in a library at odds with a talking cat–not an eleceed at that–spitting fire at you, you know that your hope to just fight your way out of this and call it a day has been pulled right out of your hands and thrown into a blazing fire. Especially after some random crow man whips the cat up.

[ The nature of this one's soul is…how curious it appears as if there are two souls, one a childish offspring of the other. A roaring dragon and its child… fit for so many dorms, and yet, non at all–it would seem that this soul already belongs to another group there for, they are fit for No Dorm! ]

• Dorm? Soul? Did that mirror just call you childish?? Oh wait, the cats setting everything on fire. Watching as (nearly) everyone around you begins to run around like headless chickens, you step forward ready to cast a spell and take care of the cat before you find yourselves stumbling backwards–you haven’t eaten anything to replenish your magic yet.

• Soon enough the cats dealt with by a red head and a guy that smells strongly of seafood, everyone’s getting sent off, the bird man’s going to help you get back and what do you mean “What's Fiore!?!!??” You panic, pulling down the collar of the robe you’re wearing, showing your guild mark proudly displayed on the side of your neck only to be met with confusion.

Is this another world?? Is this another Edolas situation?? What am I gonna do?? Is there any way back??

• Later, when you’re lying on an old dusty bed with a flaming cat asleep by your head, in an old abandoned building that is infested with ghosts of all things, your heart skips a beat as you stare up at the crumbling ceiling. THE REWARD MONEY—

• The next morning, you’re presented with a dress shirt and some slacks—no blazer, on account of you being a janitor—and the bird man dodges any questions of pay or food before pushing you out of the house and onto the streets (more like walkways, really) of the school.

• Cleaning up was never your strong suit, considering the role models you had growing up, you’d even consider it the opposite of a strong suit. A Fairy Tail member cleaning up? as if.

• So when the flaming cat—Grim—torches the statue of some queen lady after being egged on by a random ginger, suddenly all feels right in the world.

• It feels even more right when you and your ragtag group of…whatever you all are, destroy an expensive chandler!

“What’s your name again? Juice or something??”

• Making it to the mines, you pick up Grim and begin to flail him around like a torch as you search for the Magic stone. Ace and Deuce bicker behind you and you feel a twinge of nostalgia hit you as you think back to Natsu and Grey.

• All this reminding is tossed aside in favour of running away from a giant monster in the mines, hurling attacks at you and the boys. There’s shouting and yelling before you stand your ground, instructing the boys and Grim to fight the monster.

• It’s only when you’re out of the mines and onto a field of grass, the monster's glass head shattered into a million pieces, the grass burnt, you notice the ink staining the ground. Bending down to dip a finger in it, you cautiously flick it with your tongue before your eyes widen.

What was that thing?

• You and Grim are enrolled into the school as one student—due to your ‘lack of magic’—and you are actually given a blazer, still no vest though, and a striped ribbon to use like an arm band. Grim looks at it and cackles, pointing towards his neck; “Look! We match, Henchmen!”

• Ace nudges at you with his elbow, jokingly calls you Prefect, before saying goodbye and heading off with Deuce. You smile as you wave the two off, finding the new friendship exciting.

• It’s less exciting when you throw your front door open at, way too early in the morning o’clock, to find Ace in his pyjamas, collar around his neck and a bag slung over his shoulder like a kid who’s just run away from home after a fight with his parents.

“Ace, why are you here at…whatever time it is.”

• School sucks, and Dormhead’s seem to suck even more seeing as thanks to Ace's rude interruption you weren’t able to sleep any longer. Sitting still was always, hard, not being able to move was like torture. Not being able to move while being forced to learn things was even worse.

• You barely managed to learn how to read from Erza, and that was traumatizing—you did not come out unscathed.

• Lunch is a godsend, finally some food—you barely managed to keep yourself from stealing and dismantling Deuces pen just for a quick little snack the class before. This too is horribly interrupted by another ginger as well as some green haired guy with glasses, giving you a run down on the school dorm.

• You tone it all out until you're shocked out of your thoughts by a shrill shout of,

“And You! Fix your shirt collar, and wear a tie that is horribly out of uniform—is, is that a tattoo!?”

• “Oh, I never noticed before…” Deuce mutters from your side, leaning in closer. “No way prefect, where’d you get someone willing to tattoo you so young?!” Ace also leans in, collar shining under the light.

• “I wanna know too, come on why don’t you tell upper class man Cay-Cay, I promise not to tell!” Ginger number two makes a motion to fake zip up his mouth as he stares at your neck. “I’m more curious as to what the tattoo means.” Glasses smiles at you, but he also leans in to look.

• Looking away as all the eyes stare at your neck, you place your hand over it to cover your guild mark as you laugh—trying to change the subject—before Redhead shouts something about tea and the subject it dropped completely.

• The week breezes by quickly, and before you know it, you’ve made some tarts, pissed off some guy with lion ears and a tail, got yelled at about said tarts, learned all about some magic history, alchemy and Redheads traumatic backstory.

• Finally, you stand and watch as Ace and Deuce try—and fail—to beat their Dormhead.

• And then you feel it.

Your heart jumps a beat, and the hairs on your neck stand up—the air changes, turns sharper as the feeling of bloodlust and anger fills the air. Your ears are ringing as you watch the Redhead warp and change, ink clinging onto his small form and a familiar bottle headed monster emerges up from behind him—people behind you gasp and run—you feel the Birdman grab your shoulder and shake you warning you to run as the monster behind the Dormhead lets out a roar before sending a wave of ink towards Ace.

“Prefect wait!—” There’s a shout behind you as you wrench yourself from the Headmaster's grip, throwing your body infront of Ace, taking the attack head on.

“No way…” Ace gapes from behind you, the attack disappearing, having been eaten by you. Licking your lips, you smile as you stare down Redhead, high on adrenaline—excitement rolls off you in waves—inhaling deeply, you go through the familiar motions of curling your hands into near fists.

“What are you doing!? Get out of there! You don’t have any magic—”

“Ink dragon…” The words leave your mouth easily, you plant your feet firmly on the ground as you lean back every so slightly before lurching forwards—a magic circle appearing in front of you. Magicless my ass.

Your lips curl into a smile as you shout out. “ROAR.”

I’m tired, and I picked this prompt from a wheel spinner—honestly, there were other options like KHR, KNY, Madoka, PJO and a few more on there so we’ll see if I ever go anywhere with those, maybe i’ll make another thing. (am open to suggestions for more ideas)

Originally, ‘Yuu’ was going to use Maker magic, like ‘Ice Make’ and the such but the idea of a cat companion was way funnier so dragon slayer it is! This isn’t proof read or anything so 🤷

ALSO i haven’t watched fairy tail since around the like, seventh grade and it’s been forever since I’ve seen the prologue of Twst

[icedghostlatte-art]

Hi! I'm here just to say that I love your art about Danny and Vlad. And ask, if you want to answer, of course, if you have any more headcanons about ectolocation!au? I absolutely love the concept!

(Sorry if there's any mistakes or awkward phrases, English is not my first language.)

Also, what's your favourite colour?

You're good!! Also thank you!

Okay, this AU is getting a lot of attention which I didn't expect when I decided to post it. Me and @ghostblobbletea wrote about it together a while ago, so there is quite a lot to go by that I am more than happy to talk about.

Some more headcanons about the au:

— Vlad prefers to wear a blindfold over his eyes instead of nothing/sunglasses, because his blue eyes burned, scarred, and turned almost completly white, so he thinks it would be scary for others to see.

— He developed his own aid in technology, his car, phone and other devices have a built in auto-pilot/text-to-speech aswell as being voice activated, but he can see text written on paper if the ink is infused with ectoplasm.

— His core is constantly sending out vibrations so he can 'see' around. This causes other ghosts to sometimes feel overwhelmed to be around him, and to humans to find him "odd".

— He prefers the ghost zone over the overworld. For obvious reasons.

And that's about it! My favourute color is teal !!

[vizkopa]

Celestial (FallenAngel!Doflamingo x Reader) CHAPTER 12

Chapter 12: The Flamingo and the Hawk

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You woke one early morning toward the end of summer from a dream about… wings? You thought it was wings at least. The details were already fuzzy and only became more so as you roused to full consciousness.

You felt the figure beside you begin to stir and you turned over. For the smallest fraction of a second, you were confused by the messy black hair against the white pillow. You weren’t sure who you’d been expecting. Maybe the dream had just left you disorientated.

“Good morning,” said the low, husky voice, a tattooed hand sliding over the curve of your hip.

“Morning,” you yawned back. “I had such a weird dream.”

“What about?” Law asked, rolling to fully face you. He looked like sin with the dark ink of his tattoos snaking over his arms and chest, down to where the sheets lay twisted over his lap.

“I… don’t remember… It just left me with a weird feeling, you know?”

Law hummed, his eyes already falling closed again.

You very much would have liked to join him in sleep again, but you couldn’t shake the strange dream. The more you tried to remember the details, the more they seemed to dance just out of reach, and after a few long moments staring at the patterns of sunlight playing across the ceiling, you decided to get up.

You dressed as quickly and quietly as you could, then made your way downstairs. The dream gnawed at the edges of your mind and you thought maybe a trip into town to pick up coffee and breakfast would be a welcome distraction.

You scribbled a short note for Law in case he woke before you returned and caught up your keys from the hall table. You checked yourself in the mirror by the door, taming the unruly mess of hair as best you could with one hand, clicking your tongue in mild annoyance at the rather obvious hickey Law had left below your ear the night before. Thank God it was the holidays and you didn’t have to face Nami’s judgmental stares.

It was then you became aware of a presence. As you laid your hand on the door handle, you had the distinct impression that someone was waiting just beyond it, as if they had just hesitated in the process of raising their hand to knock. You held your breath for a few long seconds, waiting. The presence remained, but they made no move. Why didn’t they knock? Under your breath, you counted to three, then flung the door wide.

The threshold was empty. The presence you’d felt was gone. You stuck your head out the door and looked around, but the yard was empty, not even a rustle of wind to disturb the morning heat. You ducked back inside and it was then you saw it. On the doormat, catching your eye with its vibrant colour in the bright light of the summer morning, was a single, pink feather.

You bent to pick it up and you felt that presence again, a prickling on the back of your neck, but by the time you straightened again, it was gone. Puzzled, you examined the tiny feather. Artificially dyed—it had to be. There weren’t any native birds in the area with that colour. Maybe you’d had a particularly eccentric mail carrier that morning. But no, it was Sunday, and there was no letter waiting for you on your threshold.

A breeze picked up, warm and smelling of wildflowers, and you let it carry the feather away, putting it from your mind as you shut and locked the door tightly behind you.

* * * * *

“What do you want to be for the staff Halloween party?”

Law crinkled his nose, setting down his third cup of coffee of the morning on the kitchen counter. “You really want to go to that?”

“Of course! We need matching costumes too.”

He smirked. “I see. You want to make a statement.”

You blushed. “I just think it’s time we maybe make a public appearance as, you know, a couple, I guess,” you muttered.

Law laughed and tugged you into his arms. “You just want to stop that new economics teacher from flirting with me, don’t you, [Name]-ya?”

“I would be lying if I said it wasn’t at least part of the reason.”

For some unknown reason you could not fathom, you had been reluctant to give what you and Law had a label. It had been nice during the summer when there had been no pressure or judgmental stares, but now school had resumed, it was only a matter of time before the rest of the faculty would have to know. You dreaded the HR meeting. Nami had already caused a scene when you had told her and it had been a feat in itself to keep her from gossiping all over the school. At least Robin could be trusted to keep a secret. Oh, the lives librarians could destroy if they ever had the inclination…

“So, any costume ideas?”

“Hmm, how about I be a doctor and you can be my sexy nurse?” Law smirked, grabbing playfully at your butt.

As you swatted his hand away, you felt that familiar prickling at the back of your neck once again. You ignored it.

“I think Nami has already claimed sexy nurse,” you laughed.

“Then I got nothing. How about you surprise me?”

As so it was that an angel and a devil arrived hand in hand to the party. Law had seemed overly amused when you handed him his horns and devil tail earlier than night for reasons you could not ascertain. He had at least shown profuse appreciation for the—frankly— sacrilegious length of your dress though, which had almost made you late.

Your arrival, as expected, invited a barrage of questions. Law muttered in your ear something about going to fetch drinks, and you looked on helplessly as he left you to fend for yourself.

Asshole.

You supposed it could have been worse. At least there was a chance your colleagues were drunk enough already that they wouldn’t even remember come morning. Though it wouldn’t save you from the dreaded HR meeting. Thankfully, Nami and Robin came to rescue you.

“Where’s Law?” Nami asked when she had finally dragged you away from the throng of nosy faculty.

“Getting us drinks. Nice costumes.”

Nami, as always, was the envy of everyone in the room in a nurse costume even more scandalously short than yours. And Robin was ravishing, as always, in a Cleopatra costume that you had no doubt was historically accurate down to the last minute detail.

It was then that the feeling of being watched came over you once again, but this time when you looked up, there was someone watching you. A man stood at the opposite end of the room, an untouched drink in his hand.

“Who’s that?” You nudged Nami and jerked your head in the direction of the man.

She frowned. “No clue. Maybe he’s a plus one?”

She was probably right. He was in costume at least, looking like some kind of musketeer in a knee-length coat and feathered hat. You ignored him and tried to enjoy the party even as the back of your neck prickled.

It was half an hour before you realised you were still without your date. Where had Law gotten to? Just as you turned to go in search of him, you were met with a firm chest. You looked up into the face of the man who had been watching you earlier.

“May I have this dance?” His voice was accented but you couldn’t place it.

You had barely opened your mouth to answer before he was sweeping you away into the crowd of dancing couples.

“Do I know you?”

The man’s eyes were an unusual golden yellow, like a hawk’s. You found you couldn’t look away.

“No. But we share a mutual acquaintance.”

You only blinked at him. His grip on your hand tightened and you winced, a thrill of fear suddenly running through you. He leaned closer, the mesmerising gold of his eyes glittering with a menacing light.

“Tell me where Dophiel is and I won’t kill you in front of your colleagues.”

Your blood turned to ice in your veins. You tried to jerk your hand back but his hold was like iron.

“You’re insane. Let me go.” You glanced around helplessly but none of the other dancers seemed to notice your increasing panic. You opened your mouth to call for Law but the strange man tugged you hard against his chest, squeezing the air from your lungs until your head spun.

“Scream and you’ll be dead before you can draw breath again,” he hissed in your ear. “Now tell me, foul witch, where you are harbouring your Fallen lover.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you gasped. “I don’t know anyone called Dophiel. Please, just let me go!”

He drew back slightly, his hand still clamped tight at your waist as he gazed into your eyes. It felt as if he was looking right through you.

“Interesting,” he said. “A strong ward indeed.”

You almost fell over as he let go of your waist but were kept upright by the iron strong grip on your wrist.

“Let’s see if we can’t tempt the traitor from hiding then, hm?”

You clawed at his fingers as he dragged you along, eyes raking the room desperately for someone—anyone—that could help you. Where was Law? Where was… The name died on your lips before you’d even uttered it. Who? Who else was there? Why was it your first instinct to call out a name you couldn’t even remember?

The man tugged you roughly up four flights of stairs until he reached the locked door to the roof. With as much ease as twisting off a bottle cap, the lock snapped under his hand and then the cool October night air was buffeting your face.

He shoved you before him onto the roof. The wind whipped at your bare legs, the feathers of your dress tickling your thighs as they erupted in goosebumps. The door slammed behind him, cutting off the faint sounds of the party floors below.

You stared at each other across the rooftop. There was no way out for you. He was blocking the only exit.

“Who the fuck are you? Did you do something to Law?”

He prowled towards you. “You mean your demon boyfriend? I made sure he won’t interrupt us.”

A new wave of fear coursed through you. If Law was hurt…

“As for who I am… I am a soldier and I am only obeying orders.” He grasped you by the neck, squeezing harshly, and began dragging you across the rooftop. Your feet scrabbled at the concrete, fingers tearing uselessly at his hands. He stopped just before the edge, holding you at arm’s length above the long drop to the black tarmac below. Your heart was a jackhammer in your chest, your feet reaching desperately for even an inch of purchase on the parapet.

You looked up at him with tears in your eyes. “Why?” you sobbed. The cold wind whipped at your bare legs.

Golden eyes fixed yours in a cold glare. “Because you are the only thing he cannot bear to lose.”

And with that, he let go. You seemed to hang there in the air for a fraction of a second as you clawed in vain for purchase on something, anything, then the air began to rush around your ears and a scream was ripped from your throat as you plummeted toward the ground far below.

[the-consortium]

( from @codex-aetherium ):

A piece of what appears to be exceedingly old parchment appears on Fabius’ desk one morning. How it got there is unclear, but a quick glance makes it obvious it isn’t something that belonged to him. It is written in a dark blue ink with flecks of silver that catch the light at odd angles.

Chief Apothecary Bile,

I hope this letter finds you well, and at least in a good enough mood to grant a stranger a small favor.

I am lead to believe you are or have employed an individual known as Herik Stymphalos. I know you’re asking yourself why I would want to associate with such a person, and the answer is quite simple. I am an Astartes of the XV Legion and was greatly affected by the Flesh Change. More specifically, my body has transformed into what I can only describe as an anthropomorphic corvid.

I am tangentially aware of Stymphalos’ avian obsessions and would appreciate you putting us in contact if at all possible. As you may have guessed, I do not seek to cure this particular affliction and he may offer some unique insight.

If you please, write your response on the opposite side of this page, and it will find its way back to me.

Respect and Admiration,

Calypsos Renn - XV Legion Archivist

The Holvall sun has crept over the zenith and is beginning to colour the sky at the edges, first golden and then purple. Night falls quickly here near the equator. Flocks of twilight birds rise from the jungle with the whistling and rustling of their wings to catch insects and small flying lizards, which are now circling in particularly large numbers above the treetops.

In an old volcanic crater in the mountains deep in the woods, far away from any civilisation, bulkheads rumble over the windows of a cage-like hemisphere.

Herik gets ready for the nightly research cycle.

He is just about to make his way to the central lab when one of his serfs staggers down from the observation and communications area above, wings flapping ponderously, and holds out a datapad to him.

Herik raises his silver brows and takes the pad. Communication from outside normally only reaches him from one place. And this time too: the electronic seal of the Consortium. Even the private stamp of the Chief Apothecary. Herik whistles through his teeth and looks down, where one of the cloned geese is elegantly preening its feathers before returning his gaze.

Then he reads the short message.

Sighs.

One should never underestimate the command character of the Clone Lord's messages. And "your presence on Urum at your earliest possible convenience is in your interest. Vesalius is on its way to pick you up" is speaking very loud and very clear.

A curt gesture that covers the whole swarm of serfs." Pack my travel lab for Urum."

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Meanwhile on the Crone World of the Consortium, deep in the old palace.

Fabius nods briefly and contentedly when he receives Herik’s confirmation. Then he clasps his hands behind his back and marches up and down in his library, dictating to a servo skull that is eagerly floating behind him:

"To Archivist Renn of the Thousand Sons!

My personal feelings towards your Legion are of no concern to my work. If I were to choose my patients according to which legion has not yet put a bounty on me, I would have to limit myself to the second and eleventh.

The changes of the sons of Magnus are quite interesting to me, because I am still doing research on the instabilities and errors of the various gene seed variants.

According to my information, Herik’s current focus of work is aimed at creating a stable connection between the bird and human genome, but I am sure that he can spend a lot of worthwhile study time on your case.

My student will be in Urum in an estimated three weeks, give or take some time for warp fluctuations.

I await you here accordingly.

Fabius Bile, Chief Apothecary of the Emperor’s Children"

[receding-tides]

Making this post so I can point at it later if any of these are right but behold. My splatoon 3 final splatfest theories

Option 1 (the most obvious): Deep Cut vs Off the Hook vs Squid Sisters

Two different ways this could go. They probably have the assets to make it so that each team is actually led by the group of it's namesake (maybe the splatfest tee colours would have the signature colours of the group as either a gradient or pretty tie-dye stuff, and the ink colours in matches would be random but made sure they're at least visibly different. oth vs ss would pick one pink one green for example). The hub worlds would show the colours for that team. The main reasons I don't think they would do this are a) the news segment would be complicated (would they be switching between studios mid-scene? is everyone just crowded into deep cut's one ???) and b) the Inkopolis hub worlds are dlc

The other way they could do this is for OtH and SS to be represented by Frye and Big Man respectively, because we do sort of now have a set-up where each member of Deep Cut has a specific connection to each idol group. Shiver is the leader of Deep Cut (via Splatfest Results Only), Frye has now gained some kind of bestie rivalry with Pearl, and Big Man has been making music with the Squid Sisters. While I don't think it would be in-character for Frye or Big Man to choose those groups over Deep Cut (they have their code!!) they might be leading the teams as a sorta, someone has to root for the underdogs / Well Deep Cut Is Just Us Do You Want To Be Boring Shiver We Have To Have Opponents In Order To Win

Option 2: Past / Present / Future

I've had this idea since near the start of the game and since we've already had an idol VS splatfest for the first anniversary they might not be planning to do another one. This would also be an interesting theme as a Regular Splatfest Which Is Not The Last One but I feel like it's kind of meaningful enough to be a finalfest one in the same way Chaos vs Order was? (and could, technically, cause world theming for a splatoon 4, I guess. do we go traditional or futuristic or make everything the same as before / just kind of Still)

The assigned teams for this are in that order but the reasoning is:

Shiver: Past. They're proud of themself and what they've achieved and their lineage, so the past is important to them. You have to have done well in the past to have a good present or future, right? (also they sure have Won Lost Of Splatfests in the past. lol)

Frye: Present. She's enjoying the now! Live for today! Why worry about the past or the future when you can live one day at the time and now have to worry about what has or will happen? (also, Frye is a gift to us all)

Big Man: Future. He's very chill and looking forward to what the future will bring! Potentially a little Worried about the future as well, with being the head of his clan now, but are the past and present not equally worrying?

Anyway fun and silly explanation this is not supposed to be a serious "so This is what the theme will be based on my guessing" but I just think these would Be Fun And Possible. I just wanted to place this here as a time capsule <3