#who am i if not an edging enthusiast tbh

[blueberrybeomgyu]

୨⎯ "holding out" ⎯୧ (mjh)

+*:🍰:*﹤descrip. : jh just wants to do better for you :( or response to this ask!!!!

+*:❤️:*﹤content : sub!jaehyun bc who would i be if this wasn't sub!jaehyun x fem!reader

+*:🍓:*﹤warnings : reader is kinda dominant but i never know if it's enough for me to tag, smut, 18+ mdni, edging AGAIN, masturbation, kinda exhibitionism/voyeurism again 🤭, nipple touching, petnames sweetheart/sweetie/good boy/baby boy, female anatomy for reader, mentions of piv sex, endurance training methinks...mehopes

+*:🩷:*﹤word count : 3.2K

+*:🍰:*﹤masterlist

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Jaehyun’s been acting weird, and that’s saying something, because he’s always been a bit strange. 

But it’s obvious he hasn’t been his usual self for the past week. When you ask him about it, he brushes it off quickly and changes the subject. 

Then, whatever’s bothering him begins affecting your sex life. He's tense, visibly nervous before you guys do anything intimate. You can tell he's close when his high-pitched moans turn into quiet, choked off gasps. You know the signs, and you’re more than ready to feel his hot seed fill you up the way you like, but it never does. You see his face scrunch up in torment right before he hides in your neck. He continues to let out a string of pitiful whimpers, hips still thrusting sloppily until you're showing signs of orgasming yourself. This goes on for days before you notice a pattern. 

You guys get intimate, and for a little while afterward, he gets quieter, more reserved, almost…ashamed? He can’t even seem to look at you, and is quick to scoot away when you sit too close to him. It kind of hurts, but you give him time and space, figuring he’ll come to you if  he’s ever ready to talk. He never brings it up, but after a couple of hours, he’s back to the Jaehyun you know–a bit strange, proposing unusual schemes and so hyper he’s basically bouncing off the walls.

The two of you often fall into intimate moments after bantering, sometimes even play fighting, and tonight’s no different. Jaehyun’s his usual mischievous self, teasing you enough that it’s harmless, but gets under your skin. When tension arises and things get heated, you guys make eye contact, and he kind of just…deflates, moving from where he’s hovering over you to slump back against the couch.

You hesitate, because you don’t want to put him on the spot, but his behavior is beginning to make you concerned, and a little insecure. After a few moments, it’s obvious Jaehyun’s not going to say anything, so you speak up.

"Sweetie, we should talk." 

Immediately, he tenses. He sits up, and his shoulders are so stiff it looks uncomfortable. His only noticeable movement is the fiddling with his fingers, wringing them as if he wants to crack his knuckles, but they’re not popping. You keep a safe distance between the two of you, but sit close enough that you can rest a comforting hand on his thigh.

His eyes are glossy, and his lip is caught in between his teeth when he finally looks at you. He looks like a kicked puppy, and you immediately want to scoop him in your arms and make him feel better. But, time and space.

"Oh, baby. Will you tell me what's bothering you?" 

His lips move, but almost no sound comes out. His cheeks visibly redden when you ask him to repeat himself.

"Do you think I...finish too fast?" He asks, mumbling 'finish' shyly like it's dirty. You stare at him in confusion, rolling his words around in your head, trying to get them to make sense. Since when is him cumming quickly an issue?

"Sorry, was that too abrupt? Just forget I-"

"No, you're fine, Jae. I was just a little surprised." You look away from him for a moment to think about your next words carefully. "There's nothing wrong with being sensitive."

Again, Jaehyun deflates back into the couch, hands coming to hide his face.

“That’s probably the worst thing you could've said. Seriously, ‘yes’ would’ve been less embarrassing.” He says, his words muffled by his palms.

“I’m sorry, I just mean–” You pause. “Even if you finish quickly, what’s wrong with that?”

“Well, doesn’t it leave you…unsatisfied?” This time, he whispers ‘unsatisfied’ cautiously, and pre-winces like he’s waiting for the scariest answer possible.

Almost immediately, you laugh, which sounds more like an amused scoff. Just the thought of Jaehyun leaving you high and dry is a bit silly–he’s a wonderful partner. Even if he finishes quickly, he’s damn near always hard, and rarely fails to make you cum.

But, unfortunately, you don’t say that, so your laughter is your only response. Jaehyun looks at you with his jaw hanging down and his eyes wide like he’s mortified.

“Fuck, I shouldn’t have said anything.” He half-whines, running his hands through his hair in distress. Instinctively, your hands come up to fix the mess, taming wild strands back into place so he looks less like a wet cat. 

“No– Sorry, I’m sorry. I’m not laughing at you, it’s just.” You stammer your words out, trying to clean up the way you’re royally fucking this up. “Jaehyun, you’ve never left me unsatisfied. You don’t even have to worry about that, okay?” You grab one of his hands and squeeze it lightly, trying to punctuate your statement. He doesn’t look entirely convinced, but he doesn’t push back, and instead reciprocates the hand-holding.

“But still, it kinda makes me feel bad. Humiliated, I guess? We barely get started and I feel like I’m already creaming my pants.”

The statement almost makes you giggle again, but you hold it back because that’s not at all helpful. Personally, you love Jaehyun's sensitivity, the way he gets tender and desperate from a hand tracing his thigh, the way he's on the precipice after a little petting. It's cute, he's cute, but you don't know how to tell him this in a way that will stick, so you change courses.

“Okay, this is a serious issue. What do you want to do about it?”

He looks at you bashfully, lips parted like he has something to say but isn’t sure how. Interesting, he’s thought about this before.

“Come on, Myungjae. It’s just me. There’s no need to feel shy.” You shimmy your shoulders a little, drawing his attention to where your boobs are sitting braless in your shirt, and they jiggle the tiniest amount. It’s not a shallow movement–Jaehyun’s easy to rile up, and you can tell he’s already tenting in his shorts. If he’s aroused, he’ll be much more comfortable talking about this, you hope.

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“Okay, what’s this called, again?” You ask just to be sure, getting comfortable laying near Jaehyun’s chest. You two decided to do this in the bedroom, where Jaehyun might be most comfortable, since this is new territory. He’s slumped against the pillows and headboard, looking down at you with a look of uncertainty and a bead of sweat already forming on his temple. 

“Endurance training.” He says shakily, voice trembling around the words. “I’m gonna do something similar to edging myself, and hopefully with time, I’ll be able to last longer– or maybe I’ll have better stamina, or something.” His uncertainty makes you a bit nervous. It’s not like you two haven’t explored edging before, but you typically do it to each other, not watch one another do it to themselves. 

“And you’re positive you wanna do this?” You cup his cheeks, forcing him to maintain eye contact with you. He hesitates for a second, then there's a sense of determination in his eyes. They’re dark and determined when they meet your own. 

“I want to do this.” He says resolutely, nodding his head as much as he can in your grip. You release his face to let him get comfortable, and he has you set a five minute timer on your phone. Your job is fairly simple–tell him to stop when five minutes are up until (hopefully) he’s done it for twenty minutes. 

“Okay, but why can’t I do it for you?” You ask, trying to push away the urge to pout. You love feeling him tremble under your own hands, watching him fall apart from your touch.

“It’s better if I do it myself today. I t-think I might nut immediately if you touch me.” You’re a little disappointed, but you’re also intrigued about watching him touch himself, and this is important to him, so you want to be supportive. Besides, he didn’t say you can’t spur him on.

Jaehyun shimmies his shorts off and throws them somewhere on the floor, and you’re immediately distracted by the sight of his dick. It’s so cute and plump, and you stave off the need to put your mouth on it. You exchange “readies,” and Jaehyun wraps a hand around his member. You watch as he jerks at the feeling. He takes a deep breath, and when he nods, you start the timer. 

He’s just building up a steady rhythm when the timer reads 10 seconds, after successfully overcoming his shyness and giving into the pleasure when he sees that you’re not judging him.

And boy, are you not judging him. 

Looking at Jaehyun from across a crowded room is usually enough to get you hot at your core, but this need was something new entirely. You watch the way his head mushrooms on upward strokes, and almost feel dizzy at the sight of him running his thumb across the tip expertly. Of course Jaehyun knows how to work his own body, but damn. It’s so effortless you almost feel like you're interrupting. 

He doesn’t notice the way you rub your thighs together to keep the feeling of insanity at bay. He’s too lost in his own pleasure, eyes squeezed shut as he spreads his precum down his penis, and you might actually be drooling.

He’s shaking like a leaf by the time ten minutes pass, huffing a frustrated breath and laying his head back against the pillows. He moans softly when you place a quick kiss on his neck. 

“What’s the matter, Hyunie?” You say with a mischievous smile. He’s taking a small break from touching himself, so you rub little circles into his hip bones.

“God, I–” He stops to swallow, mouth dry from gasping and moaning. “Dunno how m-much longer I c-can do this.”

“But you’re halfway there, baby boy. You can do it.” You encourage, running a hand through his ruffled hair. He doesn’t share that belief, it’s obvious in his eyes, but he wraps his hand around his member again. 

“There you go.” You commend. He doesn’t say anything about you touching him, so you keep doing it, bringing a hand up to lightly squeeze his pec. “Is this okay?” 

He nods a little, whimpers a little in what you assume is permission, because he whines petulantly when you pull your hand away. 

After a few minutes, he’s breathing hard, and bucking his hips to meet his hand halfway. The timer reads 1 minute and 03 seconds left.

“Fuck, I-I can–, can’t-” He babbles incoherently, thighs shaking where they lift in the air and fall back on the mattress rhythmically. He throws his head back again, neck on full display for you to make use of. You take the bait, latching onto his skin and sucking red, angry marks into it. You pull away to read the timer again, 21 seconds left. When you suck another mark into his neck, Jaehyun gasps out.

“Y/N, Y/N, please, -m s’close– ah-h–” While you’re admiring his fucked-out state, your phone beeps next to you. You turn it off and look back at Jaehyun. You’re surprised to see that he’s already looking at you, eyes big and glossy as he humps his hand. 

“Time’s up, Jae.” You say. He whines.

“Jaehyun, stop.” He makes a little sound that you’re not sure what to call, something high-pitched and desperate as his hips stutter.

“Hyunie, do I have permission to touch you?” He nods quickly, desperately, likely under the impression that you’re gonna help him cum. The distressed whine he lets out when you pull his hand away from his cock is visceral, like he doesn’t have control over making it. 

He gasps for air greedily as he teeters from the edge. One of his hands clenches the duvet underneath him, and the other clasps your thigh instead, grip unforgiving. You’re so turned on you don’t even notice the pain, occupied by taking in his flushed face and messy hair. You connect your lips with his in what was meant to be a quick kiss, but he deepens it, the hand on the comforter coming to cup your cheek instead.

“Almost lost yourself for a second there, huh?” You tease after pulling away, whispering in the small space between you guys’ parted lips.

“Thi s-is s-so hard.” He mumbles, words trailing off into a whine, sloppy and slurring together. 

“But it’s been fifteen minutes, sweetheart. Just five more and you can cum.” 

Jaehyun squeezes his eyes shut in displeasure as he comprehends your words, and part of you wants to give in and let him have it. You know how badly he wants to succeed, and he’s already worked so hard. This was his idea, anyway.

But the other, seemingly sadistic part of you wants to watch as he pushes himself to agonizing pleasure. Desperate Jaehyun is one of your favorite sights–the way cute little tears roll down his cheeks and his body basically vibrates with a need only you can fulfill. It’s beautiful, to say the least, and the power goes straight to your cunt, getting you all hot and needy yourself. You clench around nothing at the mere thought of it, so you press “Start” on the timer again and help wrap Jaehyun’s hand back around his dick.

For a minute, Jaehyun doesn’t say anything. His eyes roll back at the stimulation, and he fucks up into his hand dumbly. Then, you lick a fat stripe up his nipple. 

"S-shit, fuck, n-needa cum- hahh, please, it hurts-" He whines in your hold, unoccupied hand trembling where it’s still laying on your thigh.

"Aw, don't you wanna last, sweet thing? You’re so close." 

"I-I- hn- don't w-wanna d-do this anym-more.” He stutters out, struggling to string the sentence together through the fog in his head and the pleasure coursing through his lower body. You halt the stimulation on his nipple at his words.

"What's your color, Hyunie?"

"G-green, green, fuck, I just wanna cum." He says immediately, tears building up in his lash line and finally rolling down his cheeks. His hand wavers, then picks up speed again. 

You pretend to contemplate while trailing a finger along his shaft and pulling away when he chases the feeling. "You want me to give you permission? Tell you to reach that overwhelming pleasure, make a mess all over yourself?" 

Jaehyun nods, of course, but you’re not even sure he’s comprehending what you’re saying right now. His eyes are almost fully black with the way they’re dilated, and you’d be worried if you hadn’t just confirmed his color.

"But I don't think you deserve it, sweetheart.” You lie. Of course he deserves it, but he’s so fun to play with. “It hasn't even been twenty minutes and you're already falling apart. Maybe I should get a ring for your little cock, watch as you desperately work yourself through dry orgasms." His hips stutter at your degrading words, hand aggressive as it strokes his poor, throbbing dick. The need to have it in your cunt has never been as strong as it is now.

"N-noplea- f-fuck, I’ms'rry-" 

Over Jaehyun's slurred babbles, you almost don’t hear the timer go off. At the realization that it's been twenty minutes, you smile proudly and turn the alarm off. 

You shh Jaehyun's whimpers and hiccups and bite another mark on his pec. You replace his hand with yours and thumb at his tip, then watch as he falls apart for you.

"Hng- gonna cum- cumming, pleas-"

"You're so good, Hyunie. You did it. Cum for me." Jaehyun looks at you almost in disbelief before his head falls back against the pillows and he's cumming so hard some of it lands on your shirt.

"You did it, Myungjae. Did such a good job for me." You congratulate again while peppering kisses on his face.

"Did it." He mumbles breathlessly with a lopsided smile and droopy eyes.

"Mhm, you deserve a reward, don't you think?"

"Uh-h." He mutters, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. He looks so tired, but you’ve been with him long enough to know he could give you two more orgasms at least. You lift up to straddle his legs and rub up and down his thighs gently. 

"I don't mind your sensitivity, Hyunie. Can I show you why?" He nods silently again, eyes glossy and dazed. He’s breathing harshly through his nose, but looks like he’s in overall good shape, so you take his dick in your hand again and begin slowly pumping it.

"U-unh- too m-much-" He whimpers out, brows furrowed in euphoric torture. His hips twitch like he doesn't know if he should buck into the feeling or pull away from it. Despite his moans in protest, he’s already filling up in your hand, ready to be played with again.

"See how you're already hard again, Jae? All for me?" His mouth hangs open, but no words come out. Instead, he grunts loudly when your pace increases. 

"I just wanna make you feel good." You squeeze his member lightly then tease at the slit. His head falls back again, and his back arches slightly, but he's still staring at you, eyes full of wonder and hanging onto every word you say.

"It doesn't matter if you cum quickly, ‘cause you can just do it again for me, isn't that right?" You twist your wrist just right, and he's shuddering through another orgasm, a pained, high-pitched whine coming from the back of his throat.

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"T-thank you." he mutters, eyes struggling to stay open, boneless on top of the mattress. His words are still dragging, but they’re much more comprehensible. "-m sorry for making a big deal out of this. It all seems so silly now."

"If it matters to you, it matters to me, sweetheart." You reply, rubbing knots out of his shoulder from where you’re still straddling his legs. You’re still unbearably horny, and you’re pretty sure you’ve soaked through your underwear and your shorts by now.

"Still..." He trails off, eyes following you as you stand up from the bed and strip off your clothing. You see the way he gulps, the way his eyes helplessly flit between your boobs and your cunt, but you don’t say anything–you figure he’s had enough teasing for one day.

You straddle him again with a mischievous smile on your face.

"Let me ride you and I'll let you off the hook?"

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a/n : i'm actually kind of in love w this story and maybe it’s because i pulled an allnighter to write it and my brain cells aren’t all the way here, if you read this and something doesn’t make sense PLEASE tell me 😭 guys do nawt have me out here looking like a fool </3 i tried to make it different from the taesan one, it was supposed to be a drabble but please don’t ask me how it became literally 3k i DO NOT KNOW….that sleep deprivation boost ig, lastly, i tried to research if there were any discernible differences between edging and endurance training but i couldn’t find anything super helpful so im so sorry if this isn’t a good representation of endurance training </33 berry just a blogger tryin their best

special thanks to @zynz0 and this fic which made me literally insane. while writing this, i couldn't find the phrase for what jaehyun is (maybe) doing here other than self-edging, but that post helped me a lot!!!

now i will FINALLY SLEEEEEP RAHHHH i literally finished this at 9am

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[dulcewrites]

ewan in the saltburn trailer is j sooo giving private school filthy rich aemond i love it

AND YES HE NEEDS HIS POC GF

I have been feeling…. less than inspired lately about hotd tbh but hopefully this will spark something. I know no one asked for this lol. This was inspired by Beyoncé’s Upgrade U. Honestly, I don't think Aemond would be much of a loser in a modern setting. He would be far too elusive and people would find him interesting simply based on that. But I am combining/changing some lore here so he is a #loser in this like I am assuming Ewan's character is Saltburn is.

Upgrade You

Pairing: Aemond Targaryen x rich!reader (wc: 2k)

Summary: You have always enjoyed having a project to build or fix up and Aemond Targaryen is no different

You flick a spoolie brush over your brows as you finished up your makeup. The lights from your vanity mirror illuminating you as you put the last touches on your face.

"I don't get it," Melanie sighed as she hugged one of your pillows to her chest. She sat crossed legged on your California king bed. "You're like the smartest person I know. Why do you need to be tutored?"

"Everyone can improve themselves, no matter what someone's specialty may be. Remember that."

Melanie nodded enthusiastically. Sweet girl, you think. A little daft at times but nothing some time under your guidance cannot fix.

She tilts her head curiously. "You are pretty dressed up for a library meeting too."

"Another lesson," you fluff your curls then turn from the mirror to her. "Do not let anyone tell you that you are overdressed. Does the library have a dress code?"

Melanie shakes her head slowly.

"So, who is going to tell me to change?"

"... No one?"

"Exactly."

Melanie chews on her lip in thought as if she is taking mental notes in her head. Though she is not wrong you are quite dressed up just to be studying. But your advice was also not wrong; any moment to be noticed should be taken and made the most of. If are to come into contact with any of your peers, why not make the best impression possible. You also do not have in it in you to tell your new pupil about the real reason as to why you were making this little trip. Best move through life with your cards close to your chest as your mother tells you. You can only imagine how wide Melanie's hazel eyes would get if you told her what you had up your sleeve.

Much like how you help the girls around you cultivate their futures, you must look out for your own as well. Your phone dings, and you smile when you check the notification.

Aemond Targaryen.

Archaic, some would say. Sending the feminist movement back 50 years, many could argue. Being realistic is more how you would put it. You have money, sure. Your parents have afforded you all the opportunities they wanted you to have, and for that you are grateful. But you are not naive; this is still very much a man's world. No matter how much money you have, there will be people who will look at you and hate you for having the gall to want more. For having ideas and wanting to express them. For looking the way, you do - for using the way you look against them.

You may not be able to have a seat at the table... but you can have someone build another for you.

Your family may have resources and money. But they do not have 'my father can use company family buy his way into politics; my mom has ancestry that traces back to French royalty' reach.

Luckily for you, there is someone who does have that access.

A little rough around the edges, but nothing some TLC cannot fix. It was one of your best traits: finding the diamonds in the rough and polishing them off so they shine brighter than before.

You go over to your closet and open the double doors. As your eyes search over the different handbags, you call out back to Melanie.

"Watercolor Dior saddle or creme Bottega Jodie?"

"Dior," she calls back.

You check yourself in the mirror before existing the closet.

"Well," you twirl for Melanie. You run hand over your midi turtleneck dress. You knee length boots clanked around as you moved in a circle.

"Perfect," she beams.

She sees you out to your car. With the window rolled down, she waves you off like a mother seeing their child off for kindergarten.

"Happy studying!"

Sweet and simple, just how you like em.

———

You always thought the best thing about Oxford was how it looked in the fall. The leaves begun to change, sprite green to a blend of red, orange, purple, and brown. Made the most picturesque background. But it seemed like how gently the leaves fell from the trees was the only thing that was coming easily.

Maybe it was naivety on your part, but you thought when you showed up in four-inch patent leather Aquazzura heels and literally no books, Aemond would have got the hint. And yet, here you were talking about the components of stockholder’s equity, as if you cared.

"So," you interrupt him mid rant. "Any fun plans for Winter break? I know it is a while away, but everyone is already taking about what they are doing."

He wrinkles his nose, his glasses being pushes up in the process. "Probably just dinner with the family."

Right. The compound. At least that is what the Targaryen main home looks like. You of course needed to your research.

"Well, there is this crazy Christmas that happens before everyone leaves," you shuffle closer to him, and you hope he gets a whiff of your perfume. "Maybe we can go together?"

Aemond snorts and looks down bit sheepishly. "Highly doubt, I am invited."

You fight the urge to sigh wistfully. Cute, smart, wealthy as fuck... and apparently awfully insecure. Everyone throwing the party should be falling at their knees to have him around. But you have since understood during your time at Oxford that many students here do not understand the opportunities in front of them.

If Aemond had any real confidence, he'd say fuck it because he could buy everyone going if he wanted to. They ignore him because he allows them to. And then you realize he is one of those people; the delusional 'I want to get by on my merit not my name' kind of people.

Oh sweet, silly boy.

"That doesn't matter," you wave him off. "Besides, if anyone says anything, you can just say you're with me. Consider it a thank you for doing this for me."

You let your hand slip on his thigh and squeeze slightly.

"Better yet, let's call it a date."

Rhaenyra would think for the amount of money her family has; they would be able to afford stronger liquor. But she has a feeling that it has nothing to do with money, and more about the 'champagne only' rule Alicent liked.

The expansive backyard was decorated impeccably, as it always is for the annual holiday party that they throw. Twinkly lights in the trees, red and green everywhere, and even a frankly nouveau riche ice sculpture. The affair was black tie, and Rhaenyra could feel the eyes of some guess when she showed up in a red fitted suit. Taking small sips from her glass, she looks around the area. She swears the more years go on, the less she recognizes who is invited to things like this.

"Don't tell me step-mommy has put you in timeout."

She rolls her eyes when she hears a familiar voice. Daemon comes to stand next to her, with a small glass in his hand.

"No, you fucker," Rhaenyra rolls her eyes then frowns. "Where did you get the scotch?"

"Why do you think I am in timeout?"

Her uncle always found a way around the rules. Rhaenyra blows air out of her cheeks in annoyance. She looks down at her watch; another rule is that they were required to stay at 2 hours. Only 45 minutes has passed since she arrived.

"Heard you are going to the company retreat this year," Daemon downs the rest of the drink and winces at the burning.

"Someone has to represent the family with dad," she shrugs, a small amount of smugness seeping into her tone. "He asked me to go."

"Hmmm," Daemon smirks at her smugness. "You and Aemond."

Rhaenyra blinks confused. "What?"

"Yup," he leans against the wall. "I suppose Viserys has found a new muse."

Rhaenyra snorts at his words but then licks her lips curiously. It sounds cruel to think, but it was never something she ever really worried about - her father possibly preferring her siblings over her. At least not something she worried about in her adulthood. Sure, as a girl, freshly off the passing of her mother and seeing her father marry a woman only six years her senior, rattled her. Aegon being born shortly after only made things more tense. But, and to his own detriment really, Viserys had made sure she came first.

"I did not know Aemond had an interest in the company in the first place."

"He didn't," Daemon's mouth pinches a little. "Not until... recently."

Rhaenyra follows her uncle's gaze out to where Aemond was standing. He always managed to look more grow up than his sibling, more than Helaena and Aegon. A mimicry that Rhaenyra thinks he picked up from his mother, but something seemed different now. New haircut, no glasses, new suit. Armani? No, Tom Ford. With a Cartier tie clip and sparking cuff links to match. He is surrounded by some of the lawyers that work at the company.

"Looks like university has done him well," Rhaenyra tries to sound as even keeled as possible. "Good for him."

"No," Daemon sounds bored with her strained pleasantries. "That is what pussy does someone who has never got any before."

Rhaenyra blanches. The last thing she wants to think about is her younger brother having sex. She sets her champagne down in disgust.

"Don't be gross."

Daemon huffs before directing his attention towards the other side of the courtyard. His eyes zero in on Alicent, who tosses her auburn hair over her shoulder as she laughs with a young woman. A pretty young woman.

"Only met this semester and managed to get a holiday party invite, and a seat next to mother dearest. She must some charmer."

"You know," Rhaenyra starts. "Not every woman that is around this family is some sort of ruthless social climber."

"Of course, not every woman. Only the smart ones."

She sighs. That was not just pointed at the girl, but at Alicent too. Even though Alicent grew up with an even cushier life than they did. A type of old money that even the Targaryens had to give credence to. Strangely enough, Daemon seemed to take Viserys remarrying worse than Rhaenyra did. Hellbent on insisting that this was some sort of grand plan of the Hightowers. Even Rhaenyra over the years had grown to accept the fate that is their blended family. Accepted it enough to be cordial, albeit sometimes still awkward, with Alicent. They have forever been bonded in having to deal with the ever changing moods that come with being in Viserys Targaryen’s orbit. But Daemon... it seems like he has never forgiven his brother for moving on. He seemed to only grow more jaded since the divorce from Laena.

"How do you even know this?"

"Aemond told Aegon who told Helaena who told Rhaena who told Baela who told me."

Rhaenyra breaks her gaze from the two women. "Keeping tabs on your nephew that you barely speak to?"

Daemon gave her an empty smile. Almost a little cruel like he would crush her like a bug if it was not so pitiful. "You naive little thing. When you figure things out, let me know."

Rhaenyra wants to ask him what he means by that, but Daemon pushes himself off the wall he was leaning against to leave Rhaenyra alone.

Alone was a feeling she was used to. Rhaenyra often found solace in the loneliness that she found herself stuck in. If she did not find comfort in it, it would swallow her whole. Jaw unhinged and bloodthirsty.

Her eyes went back to the where Alicent and the girl were sitting, but Helaena seemed to replace the girl's place to speak with her mother. Instead of getting chummy with Alicent, the mystery woman had gone over to Aemond. Rhaenyra felt a little queasy watching them. Like watching two little dolls or those silly little cake toppers people get. Picture perfect like the stock photos that came in picture frames.

She shook her head at herself with an internal laugh. Here she was picking apart her baby brother's seemingly first real relationship; she was no better than Daemon if she did that. It was what she told herself when she watched one of the wives of the company's lawyers come up to the girl and give her kiss on the cheek. Like they were old family friends. Rhaenyra suddenly finds herself straightening out her jacket and her heels moving across the outdoor area. Might as well introduce herself... as a kind sister figure, of course.

She had a funny feeling she will be seeing this girl around more often.

[antoncore]

Types of lingerie riize would be into? Like each members favourite ones (with photos maybe?)

riize fave lingerie thoughts 𓈒∘☁︎

shotaro: loves seeing you in his favourite colour, also get the vibe he’d like velvet for some reason. i feel like he’d have you bent over in doggy as he pounds you (i am a shotaro doggy enthusiast)

eunseok: i’ve said this before but i think eunseok has a major corruption kink so i think this dress is quite fitting for that🤭 he’d literally destroy you in it in missionary while you look all cute and adorable for him, whining for him

sungchan: feel like he’s a sucker for red lingerie… i haven’t got much more words tbh😭 he would always make you wear it on special occasions just to fuck you senseless in it

wonbin: i feel like he’d love black lingerie (simple + sexy) and he wants his girl to be slutty like him🤭 he’d definitely fuck you in this in front of the mirror

seunghan: i feel like he’d be more of a nightdress guy, the way it would fit on your body would drive him INSANE🤭 he’d just wanna have his hands all over you and praise you endlessly

sohee: feel like the set below is cute but is also giving domme energy? and that’s exactly what he wants, a girl who looks all sub but could make him edge until he cries!

anton: for some reason i saw this and instantly screamed his name so… but fr i think he likes this style of lingerie he’d find you so gorgeous🤭 would have you ride him and he plays with your tits

a/n: sorry if this wasn’t very good lmao

[dolokhoded]

You're easily the person who cares the most about Simon Z I've ever seen, so I thought I'd share smt

A few days ago I saw the current dutch tour of jcs and simon z definitely seemed to have smt going on. First of all his look reminded me of your apostle designs (/pos!), but he also kinda looked like he eats trash lol. So in poor Jerusalem, Jesus hugged him and held him close, but simon pushed him away and ran off, trying to hide his face. Then during the last supper, after Jesus prophesized the denial and betrayal, simon gets in an argument with a few other apostles. He was standing apart from them, they pointed at Jesus and he seemed to get defensive about something. (to me it almost seemed he was like 'idk what he's got going on/why he's acting like that/he's been weird' idk tho just the vibe I got). And then, during Judas and Jesus' argument he sits at the edge of the stage with his back turned away from them and the rest of the apostles, as he drowns a bottle of wine. So yeah anyway, wonder what that was all about

Oh also! Mary stands up for herself in strange thing mystifying, which i thought you also might appreciate! ('who are you to criticise me/who are you to despise me! leave me, leave me! let me be now!' after which jesus continues as usual)

i hope you understand i went oh HELL yes immediately when i saw this ask in my inbox i'm really living up to my blog title and my reputation here. #1 zimon enthusiast if he has zero fans i am dead.

first of all i take great offense at the implication that my simon design doesn't look like he eats trash (/lh).

this characterization is incredible i love it that's pretty much simon tbh. sitting back during the main character drama and stirring up more, unnecessary background drama. idk what's wrong with him but it's very wrong hope he goes to therapy soon, i admittedly love when productions do these little things to give background characters more of an arc or a personality even when they're sometimes unnecessary, do i get where simon's whole thing fits in in the story, no, do i care, also no.

(and at the end of the day, it doesn't matter ! cause that's life ! there's constantly shit going on with everyone around you, it's realistic ! and that's why i love jcs productions that utilize their ensembles well and create solid dynamics between the characters, it even helps highlight the main characters' dynamics to each other cause now there's context to the group ! there's context to the story ! this is a social setting !)

i also like mary getting those lines :) get his ass. i think mary should either not acknowledge judas' existence at all arena 2012 style or absolutely get his ass.

[superman--yoosung]

hi there!! i was hoping i could ask for a mystic messenger matchup please OP :D

- i go by she/her and i’m bi - so i’m open to any of the (adult) characters from the game.

- in my spare time, i like playing my flute/piano. and reading - i really love a lot of classic lit (with fanfic being my guilty pleasure lol) . if i’m not doing either of those things, it’s games (i think i enjoy getting lost in worlds other than my own). i love coffee and would really love to go sightseeing/travelling once i’m out of uni!

- i want to like insects - but i don’t because a lot of them jumpscare me (lol). i also don’t like the taste of cooked mushrooms,, i don’t know why. and i can’t stand untidy or messy places - i’ll tidy for you lol.

- personality wise i’m a little reserved - but i’m cheerful and can be quite the goof when i feel comfortable. i’m always thinking of others and little things i can do for them, or help them in any way possible. i have a strong sense of morality and loyalty towards others. however, i’m stubborn, and honestly somewhat bossy. i don’t know when to give up, which i think is a bit of a double edged sword tbh ^^;;

- for extra info - i’m pretty tall (5’9”) so i feel like a little bit of a giant. my sleep schedule is in shambles, i have a pet cat and my favourite colour is pink 🌸

on a side note - i am so so happy to see the mystic messenger fandom alive and well. and i hope i haven’t written too much for you OP <3

It's funny you mentioned the fandom - I have mostly mysme requests this round! it's definitely still thriving :)

Your matchup is.....................................................

JUMIN HAN !!

"Did you see that new magazine cover? Oh, you know - the one with the C&R heir and his wife? Wasn't it stunning?! Oh, to have someone look at me the way he looks at her..."

When searching for information online about Jumin Han and his recent marriage, comments such as these are rampant. But for good reason - after all, a proposal as sensational as theirs was sure to drive up public interest on the two. Nonetheless, information about Jumin Han's wife, in particular, is rather scarce. But it's evident to anyone who looks that Jumin Han has everything he needs to know about her - and that whatever it is he knows, it's only made him love her more with each passing day.

Fun details:

Your pursuits of the classical arts are noble indeed, and Jumin values your efforts. You'll have access to the finest tutors and lessons the world can offer, should you desire them. If you are already loyal to certain teachers or methods, he will invest in them to ensure your continued learning and growth. He would be delighted if you chose to give a private recital just for the RFA, and very proud of the work you put in to your instruments.

Funny enough, your new beta reader is Jumin. He became curious about what you spent your evenings on in the comfort of the luxurious living room, and when you finally showed him some of your fanfiction, he was unsurprised that your love of reading transferred to writing, too. Still, he admires all of your interests and efforts, and will support you by beta reading your works, bringing his critical eye to your fics. (And if you spend a long time explaining the nuances of the characters and fandoms to him, well, that's just icing on the cake for him, because he gets to hear your beautiful voice and see the sparks of passion in your eyes.)

You get along with Yoosung pretty well. Jumin Han isn't much of a gamer, but at some point he will become intrigued by the two-person (or more) games you play with Yoosung online sometimes. He'll never be as good as either of you at games, but he's good enough to play the cute stereotypical couples games together with - and he'll be quite enthusiastic about doing so with you!

You want to travel the world? He's got the private jet ready to go when you are! During breaks in university, he'll show you around the world, to all the places he's been before, and then to exciting new locations for the two of you to make wonderful new memories together.

He will have the best of the best coffee beans imported for you. If you have a favorite brand or store, he'll get a whole franchise installed in the C&R building just for you. (And the employees, of course, but mostly for you.) If you prefer Jaehee's coffee brewing skills over his, expect him to be pestering her to teach him in exact details in the RFA groupchat (much to Jaehee's eternal annoyance).

No bugs allowed in the penthouse!! If you care about the bugs being kept alive, he will ensure that each bug that does wander inside the building is escorted safely outside the entire perimeter before being set free. Luckily for you, there are two cats on the hunt for any stray bugs, so you likely won't have any trouble with them either way! And speaking of the cats - Elizabeth the 3rd will have a matching collar with yours. Jumin makes sure they're introduced properly so they get along with one another! And they will both be spoiled rotten - don't be surprised if Jumin manages to charm your little baby quickly.

Jumin will be the voice of reason when you've looked out for others to your own detriment, or when you're being overly stubborn. This may lead to a few fights - but as logical as Jumin can be, he's most spineless when it comes to you, so you'll typically get your way, or at least a compromise that's to your liking.

You may worry about your height sometimes, but whenever you put those thoughts to voice, Jumin will remind you that you're the perfect height for him to rest his cheek against your head. (Because this man is taller than everyone.) If you enjoy wearing high heels or platforms, he will adore looking straight-on into your eyes.

Jumin Han was instantly smitten with you when you met in person - and with every day, he learns something new in your mannerisms. They're small things - how you bookmark your page in a story, the shape your hand makes when you reach for one of the cats, which new pink wardrobe item you're favoring. Each and every one of these new details, when he comes across them, never fails to take his breath away, because it is you silhouetted in the lamplight, holding the book he got for your birthday - your hands, which he knows the feel of so well by now - your form, standing in the doorway, face lit up with a smile to greet him. With every new detail, he falls deeper in love with you. And he will always find new details, because to him, you are fathomless, and so is his love for you.

~~I hope you enjoyed this! I did seriously consider Jaehee for you as well - you seem the type to be able to match with multiple members very easily, to be honest!!

PS AHHHHH I THOUGHT I QUEUED THIS UP IM SORRY!! Publishing it a bit late oops--

PPS IM A MESS I FORGOT THE DIVIDERS LOOOOL should be fixed now

[radellama]

38, 39, 40

games 🖕

38. An unpopular gaming opinion you have.

We don't need anymore new generations of gaming consoles. Tbh I don't think the newest stuff of ps5/xboxS is even necessary, they haven't got much that's actually impressive enough to entice a purchase from me. We've done it, there's no more exponential growth to be had, let it plateau and focus on actually designing games that are fun to play. I think the focus on console specs has led to a lot of bloat and publishers prioritising stuff that only matters in the moment it comes out, and doesn't really matter much once the next game comes out. I don't care about half the stuff that are selling points to these consoles, esp not when the ps5 still doesn't really have a strong library of exclusives that I can't also get on ps4 y'know. It might be better faster stronger, but photorealistic graphics age instantly, the current game dev climate and the priorities they're often forced to have mean that you can feel the crunch when there's games that feel kinda empty and flat, or you can see the seams of the engine and be taken out of it cause it doesn't feel like a fluid and flawless experience cause the focus feels so much more on the specs than the gameplay. If these consoles are so powerful and cutting edge, why are we a few years into the current gen and there's only a handful of games made for this gen that are actual showcases for what the consoles can offer, y'know? I miss when consoles had a bit more identity I guess, and not just a capitalist push for 'it's the newest, so it's the best!' if they weren't trying to market things as the best specs, i wouldn't be primed to keep a keen eye out for any glitches and bugs and visible seams. It's hard to program things that are this massive and have it play well, but it really feels like there's less gameplay in order to have more spectacle, and if there aren't many games that are actually utilising the consoles to their full extent and pushing the limits... Maybe we should stop making consoles and just make games. Like, what's the ps6 going to innovate on? Is there anything tangibly different that's going to be added, or is it just going to be refinements to the ps5 to fix the inevitable things that need fixing, and spec enhancements that can't really be noticed? It's the same issue as the resolutions for screens getting so big, but the human eyes are barely going to see a difference between 8K and 12K, and for those resolutions to be truly seen you'd have to shoot in 8K or 12K, which is such a huge amount of video that most editing programs can barely handle the load, and for what? Most stuff will still be shot at 2-4K, why would you need a TV with higher if there's barely anything native to that resolution y'know. Why do I need game consoles that have so many extra specs and features that aren't being used in the games I'm playing, or are barely noticeable and just adding weight to the game that make it strenuous for the console to run... I know the exact same argument could be made for PS3 -> PS4, but you get what I'm saying. Whenever the next gen of consoles arrives, I want it to have a distinct identity and reason for existing, with developers who are keen to make something to put on it. The PS5 has felt so botched and just like a bigger PS4 to me, and things like the enhancements in the controller aren't that impressive to me LMAO. I am a bit of a tech enthusiast, but certainly not enough to care about the current gen when my PS4 still works fine and has been getting the same games at just slightly downgraded performance. I played re8 just fine, there were a few slowdowns and hiccups here and there, but nothing that was game breaking? Why would I need a ps5 to play it?

39. What’s something you want to see in the future of gaming?

I want to see game dev be safer and more supportive for everyone, and for there to be more of a AA, A and indie scene so we can see more from all kinds of devs. I want to see experimental games that push boundaries and inspire people, I want to see people given the time to really craft something they're proud to release, and I want AAA studios to start taking risks again if they want to stay on top. It'd be reaaaally fucking nice to break away from the endless remake sequel remaster loop we seem to be stuck in, and have some new IPs and ideas to work with. I think it'd be good for AAA studios to get a bit of a kick up the bum and have them innovate based on friendly competition, instead of not caring cause there's a monopoly held by the same handful of studios. That's all a little vague and idealistic, but if I can only say one thing, I want the structure of the game dev process to be restructured to avoid crunch and abusive/hostile working environments. If it feels safer, happier and more secure to work in, I can't wait to see what gets created by passionate people who want to share their talents.

40. Best game cover art.

Send some gaming questions >:)

[mosesdumpin]

I'm pretty sure I made a post earlier saying the difference between NewJeans and XG is that NewJeans makes good music and XG makes performances.

I wanna correct that, NewJeans has a whole... performance art angle that most would argue carries more nuance (I would argue its a straightforward piece but far more melancholy which does not equal nuance necessarily) but to me it feels like the group are vehicles of someone else's message, someone we are not seeing for some reason that feels slightly ominous. The nuance of NewJeans lies in the faint echo of unease behind what they're trying to do and whether that is an intentional decision or an attempt to redirect.

I wanna be clear that this isn't a criticism per say, and I think some of the choices that were made in order to present the message were absolutely genius, from picking very young and enthusiastic idols to act out the scenes to picking music to the less than 30 second home videos. The SPECIFIC thing that I have a negative opinion on is the usage of nostalgia to carry a story. Its novel in this particular industry, and frankly trying to tell a story like this IN this industry is novel, but there is a hollow space where the members should be because even if PART of this story can resonate with them and their performances, the method of channeling it is fundamentally alien to them.

While I think they are wildly talented, fun to watch, and doing what they need to do incredibly, what separates them from XG is the intent of who we see and how that intent flows from source to messenger, so to speak.

For me, music (and poetry, and frankly most art but specifically music and poetry) is best used as a method of communication when the message is... for lack of a better word... a dynamic engine. What I mean is the message is both a REASON to feel things and a call to action to feel those things. In contrast to the aforementioned message (and frankly, an oversaturated one imo) of "moments are precious, elusive, poignant, and diffusive" is a statement/observation and while I enjoy examination story-telling like this in many art forms, I don't think music/dance/combination is as effective as it could be.

I am aware though that what I fail to see in NewJeans is a personal resonance with a possible call to action. I've brainstormed some possibilities alongside trying to parse what fans are saying (although its usually not framed in the way I am framing it) but even going a few layers in I mostly find... honestly a regretful tone of remembrance without the keen edge of forward motion leaving it kind of aimless.

NewJeans's general story-telling ultimately makes me feel closely to how it feels reading a teenage diary from a hundred years ago. You can marvel at how it can subvert your expectations by being relatable but the future that makes that information meaningful is meaningless to you. It's a kind of long-winded snapshot of the past with the note of "they are just like you were" and while its fun to pile on lore and details, its still motionless to me, and doesn't leave me with anticipation for a growing story.

Music is underutilized if you just say the story up front and add details without moving the story. This sort of story-telling is best for self containing art, like movies, visual still art, etc. You CAN do this story telling within a song, or maybe an album, but not as a defining concept of an ongoing project, imo.

XG on the other hand, while being noticeably less experimental in their delivery, tell a more earnest story through the performers (the actual honesty of it will always be up for grabs tbh) that tells you "the path to being the best is built by the people around you" and asks the audience to exult with them in each step towards defining what it means to be the best.

This could all change though. NewJeans could change direction in a way that retroactively makes me theories silly (and they will either have to disband as a project or change direction eventually anyway) and/or XG could devolve into fan service or some other version of stagnation. I'm kinda writing this so I can later muse over historic opinions, oopsie to any readers I dragged from my previously tagged post.

[yoonpobs]

bad boy good thing viii.

pairing: jeon jungkook x oc

genre: angst, smut, fluff, miscommunication (we hate her lol), pining

warnings: smut, jungkook is really an asshole, the angst hurts a lot tbh, unhealthy relationships (?)

words: 1, 964

summary: a series of drabbles where you're confused and jungkook's confusing

“I can’t believe this!” Jeonghan puffs while he drops his belongings loudly onto the table in the study lounge, causing a few other students to turn and glare.

“Would it kill you to be quiet?” Jungkook grumbles, picking at the edge of the paper of his textbook, eyes never straying away from the content of the page.

“No. I will not be quiet because I thought football bros were bros for life!” Jeonghan whines.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. “You know that’s kind of concerning when you put it that way.”

Jeonghan simply waves the other boy off before he leans forward as if he has something important he has to say. Jungkook knew him well enough to know that it would either waste Jungkook’s precious study time or be something so out of the ordinary that he can’t help but be intrigued.

Jungkook shrugged and takes the chance, anyway.

“Namjoon bailed.” He deadpans. “Again!”

Jungkook stiffens ever so slightly but feigns disinterest with a noncommittal hum.

“Really.”

Jeonghan nods his head, or shook his head—it was hard to tell because he was all over the place and he seemed more displeased than anything.

“I never thought we’d lose our own captain to a girl.” He sniffs.

Jungkook sighs, already done with the conversation because somehow no one can ever mention Namjoon without mentioning you now, apparently because the two of you were hanging out much more frequently. He’s bitter. And he’s confused—because he’s attempted patching things up with you but you only would ever reply to him with curt responses than the enthusiastic ones you used to flatter him with.

JK: hey. there’s a new cafe outside of campus. U wanna go?

Smarty Pants 🐰: Im busy. Next time? :)

JK: are u free tonight?

JK: im heading to the library later. wanna meet up for some ramen first? On me!!!

Smarty Pants 🐰: sorry jungkook, meeting w administrators for pastoral care matters

Smarty Pants 🐰: Do you need help with the content?

JK: oh… it’s fine, just wanted to hang out with you. We haven’t done that in a while

JK: jimin said u finally have some free time next week? Let’s catch up! i’ll treat u to some banana bread :D

Smarty Pants 🐰: i have plans with joon. which day were you thinking?

JK: Anytime. When are you meeting hyung?

Smarty Pants 🐰: we kind of have plans every day, here and there. could I get back to you?

And that was it. The blow that Jungkook knew he deserved but couldn’t deal with. You had tried your best to avoid any personal interaction with Jungkook and he didn’t know what the fuck to do.

“They’re kind of perfect for each other, don’t you think?” Jeonghan interrupts Jungkook’s sour mood when he recalls all his failed attempts at trying to meet with you personally.

Jungkook blinks then furrowed his eyebrows.

“Who?”

Jeonghan rolls his eyes. “Joon and your friend _____.” He knocks on the table. “Bunch of nerds together.” He adds with a snicker.

Jungkook stiffens, hands clutching his textbook tighter.

“You say that like there’s something wrong with being a nerd.” He says slowly.

“There isn’t. Really.” Jeonghan defends. “It’s just so … fitting. Captain of the football team who’s lowkey a softie and an art nerd with the overachiever on campus. Their IQ’s combined are probably in the 300 range.”

Jungkook scowls.

“Haven’t you heard of the phrase ‘opposites attract’?” Jungkook asks sourly.

Jeonghan scoffs. “Yeah. Like you actually believe in that cliche phrase. Come on—we all know you’re likely to end up with someone who’s more like you than different.”

The insinuation doesn’t sit well with Jungkook, but he can’t chew Jeonghan out for it anyway. He didn’t know the nature of your friendship with him, nor was he aware of the history the two of you shared.

“Never say never.” Jungkook shrugs.

Jeonghan rolls his eyes before taking out his laptop and settling into a comfortable position.

“I think he’s going to ask her to be his girlfriend soon.” He says off-handedly as if he assumed Jungkook gave a shit.

He did, and his heart drops to his stomach.

“Hey,” Jungkook calls out when he spots you slip past him at the foyer outside the humanities building.

You twirl around at the sound of your name being called, and your eyes widen when you spot Jungkook walking towards you with furrowed brows.

“J-Jungkook?”

Why you sounded so scared to see him, he wasn’t sure. But he knows that he’s frustrated because it’s the first time he’s seen you after the game where you and Namjoon left to hang out at the exhibition, despite his desperate attempts at calling you out to hang out with him.

“You’ve been avoiding me.” Jungkook frowns, cutting straight to the chase.

You splutter for a response, and you realise that you’re basically gaping at him when you clutch your folders tighter to your chest.

“I’ve been busy, Jungkook. I told you this.” You softly remind him.

Jungkook scoffs, and he feels his mean bone grow; feeling the need to correct you because you were smart—and both of you knew that your excuse was lame.

“Really?” He says dryly. “Too busy to hang out with me but not with Namjoon?” He can’t help how bitter he sounds, especially when he’s heard from the rest of the football members; including Jimin and Taehyung that you were spending a suspicious amount of time with the captain.

You furrow your brows at him when Jungkook stares you down, waiting for a response.

“That doesn’t change the fact I was busy.” You huff.

Jungkook frowns at you, clutching his backpack tighter with his hand as he notices the way you avoid his eyes by dropping them to the ground.

“Why are you being like this?” Jungkook accuses, tone already on the offensive.

You gape up at the boy, brows scrunched in displeasure.

“Me? I’m not being anything. I told you that I was busy and we would rain check, didn’t I?”

Jungkook tongues the inside of his cheek, frustration pooling in his stomach. “Somehow you’re only busy whenever I want to hang out, right?” He scoffs sarcastically. “I thought we were good.”

You stiffen, knuckles turning white when you grip your belongings harder.

“We are.” You say curtly.

“No, we’re not.” Jungkook retorts. “If we were then you wouldn’t need to find shitty excuses to get out of hanging out with me.”

You open your mouth, then close it. You feel yourself grow more exasperated with Jungkook the more he can’t realise the fact that you were still finding a way to navigate the throes of your relationship with him.

“They were not shitty excuses.” You snap. “Listen, we can meet tomorrow for coffee if you really—”

“That’s not what this is about!” Jungkook exasperates, breathing out in a huff.

You purse your lips. “Then what is it, Jungkook? You came up to me and started accusing me of lying to you because I couldn’t meet up at the times you proposed.”

Jungkook clenches his jaw when he notices the way your voice gets increasingly sterner when you talk to him. It only reminds him of the way you used to chastise him when he was younger when he’d do something that was ‘immature’ but standard for a teenaged boy.

“I apologised!” He cries. “I’m sorry I was a dick before this but I’m really trying to fix things between us but you’re—”

“I’m what, Jungkook?” You interject with a frown. “I’m doing my best at healing?” You add softly. “An apology won’t erase what happened.”

Jungkook feels himself deflate, especially at the way your eyes dart away when he attempts to look into them.

“I know it won’t but I just want things to go back to normal.” He sighs.

You screw your eyes shut, finding the words to say before you look at him with such sad eyes that he nearly pulls you close just to comfort you so that he wouldn’t have to acknowledge the fact that it was his fault.

“It’s not that easy.” You whisper, gripping at the hem of your sleeves. “It may be for you but it’s not the same for me.”

Jungkook releases a sigh so loud that your eyes widen, as he attempts to think of something better to say—to offer.

“I really am sorry.” He lamely apologises, his voice sounding a lot like a scolded child.

“I know.” You nod. “But you don’t know how it feels to have …” You swallow. “Whatever. We’re good. I just need time, Jungkook.”

Jungkook furrows his brows when you turn away to stalk off, but he grabs at your elbow to turn your body to face him. Your eyes briefly make contact with the way he’s gently holding onto you before they tilt up to meet his confused gaze.

“How it feels to have what?” He pries.

You sigh, shaking off his grip. “Look. It doesn’t matter. I’m being sensitive.” You deprecate immediately.

Jungkook doesn’t miss the spite in your tone, especially when you say it so firmly and seriously when you dismiss him.

“I want to fix this—us.” He pleads desperately. “Why can’t you just be honest with me?”

As if his words set you off, your eyes snap up and blaze with the pent up fury and anger you’ve been suppressing the entire time.

“Me? Be honest with you?” You scoff. “Real fucking funny. Because when I was honest with you, you turned it on me and took advantage of my vulnerability.”

Jungkook’s eyes widen. “What—?”

“You want honest?” You fume. “Fine. I’ll give you honest but you better listen closely this time because I won’t be repeating myself again.” You poke into his chest, even if it’s fierce and stern, he feels the heartache pouring through. “You were my best friend, Jungkook. You were and are someone important to me and you fucked me over because you knew I couldn’t say no to you. You knew how I felt and you took advantage of that fact just so you could get what you wanted and go.”

Jungkook furrows his eyebrows, confused at the information you were throwing at him.

“How you felt—?”

You cut him off again with a huff. “Don’t pretend like you didn’t know. Why else did you think I did all the shit you wanted?”

“I-I don’t understand.” Jungkook stutters, head caught in a loop when you glare at him harder.

“You knew every bit of insecurity that I had and you weaponised that against me just so you could keep me close.” You say softly. “You knew, either way, I would’ve stayed because I’ve always been there, Jungkook.”

“You’re confusing me.” He deadpans, grabbing onto your shoulders so you were forced to stare at him.

He notices the glistening of your eyes as he feels his heart constrict when he realises you’re trying your best to keep your tears at bay.

“Well, you did it first so it’s only fair.” You sniffle. “You can act like shits fine because you weren’t the one who was attached. I was. So just let me have this time to myself to figure things out because I can’t even be around you without being sad, Jungkook.” You whimper.

He calls for your name but you're already furiously rubbing at your eyes as you curse under your breath as you spin on your heels to hurry away.

Jungkook gapes at you as he attempts to process what you just said, but before he can get another word in—you're leaving him to feel the weight of your words in the footsteps that draw further and further away.

[corruptedconfessions]

last weekend I caved and read everything you ever uploaded here once more agskshkdd this is who i am as a person. but im love your writing so much!!! i have an especially soft spot for the naga stories, are those the ones that are about half-snake people? i always mess up the names but how do you think bakugou (and or kiri) would be as a yandere one, when he falls for the reader? i can't remember you ever writing a snake-version of him and idk if you'd be up for it but i'm super curious! xoxoxo

Aww!! Thank you so much :) 

And yes! Naga’s are the snake people, semi human from the torso up and giant ass snakes from the hips down!

Bakugou: 

If there is one word to describe yandere Naga Bakugou its possessive. It takes a lot for him to chose a mate, he is incredibly picky, picking his mate much past the typical age but once he picks?? Possessive protective to the extreme. You are his mate to do with what he pleases, and absolutely no one is going to take you away from him. Hell, he gets pissy the second another creature, intelligent or not even looks at you. You won’t be leaving his nest any time soon after he snatches you up, even trying to peek over the edges of the flattened down bowl in the ground leads to you being dragged right back to the middle and getting angrily chewed out and huffed at as you get tucked right back into the nest.

I think he’d most likely fall for a darling who hikes or walks frequently in his forest for whatever reason. A hunter, camper, or just any kind of nature enthusiast will quickly catch his eye. You’re so small…and your body is so different than his and yet you constantly come back here, carelessly leaving your scent everywhere, as if inviting him to have a taste. He isn’t one to turn down the offer. He doesn’t have any form of patience, somewhere during a mid afternoon doze and lunch he’ll come to the conclusion that he wants you, all while still ripping the meaty remains of his prey off the bone. Right then and there he decides to have you, still picking meat from his teeth with the jagged edge of a bone. The next time he sees you you’ll be snatched up into his arms and dragged back to his nest, kicking and screaming left ignored as he unceremoniously dumps you in his nest and refuses to let you leave.  

I picture him most likely picking a human mate tbh, He enjoys being bigger and stronger than his mate, justifying the overbearing desire to hide away and protect what's his, something other Nagas wouldn’t tolerate. Even if you don’t tolerate it it doesn’t really matter, he is bigger and stronger than you, and can easily just pick you right up and carry you back to where he wants you to be. Biting, kicking, punching, anything just bounces off his hard scales. Honestly fighting like that is more likely to turn him on than anything else~ If you have this much energy you clearly can put it towards incubating some of his eggs right? Hopefully that fiery spirit will pass on to his eggs once they hatch~

He’ll also be curious, painfully so, eagerly twisting and pulling you in his hold like a doll, poking and prodding as he inspects you. Its not often he sees a human so close without eating them. He’s cruel in the sense that he likes to poke your squishy spots just to listen to your cute noises and watch you try and wiggle away from him. Its hardly ever malicious, though, the claws in your mouth, feeling up your teeth. Or large hands encompassing your entire calf as he feels up your leg is pure curiosity. He’ll look almost childish, eyes wide with wonder as he watches you twist and bend, so small and fragile yet so resilient.

He’ll hiss and throw up a fit if you call him out on this but he is also incredibly cuddly. Maybe it’s just because of that protective nature of his but he loves wrapping around you, snuggling his face into your stomach, tongue darting out to smell your skin. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that you are a breathing furnace compared to the cooler blooded beast. He’s so soft in those moments, eagerly nuzzling you and lapping up any attention you’ll give him, even if he huffs and insists its for your protection and warmth if you say anything. Human skin is so thin and you are so needy for warmth! How did you ever survive without him curling around you to keep you warm and chase off the chill of the night air. You’d be wise to keep your mouth shut about the fact that he is actually sapping your heat with his cold skin. Best not take those rare tender moments for granted, yeah?

 Kirishima on the other hand leans more on the protective side of things. He’s younger than Bakugou, more on the naïve side of things and much more at the whims of his instincts. I think he’d honestly mate with the first little thing he comes across, unable to hold back and be patient at all. He’s a bit of a romantic at heart, in a terrifying, he’ll eat and swallow whoever you’re with whole when he sees you way. He wants nothing more than a happy loving mate, round and heavy with his eggs waiting for him when he comes back to his nest. He wants to protect and provide and snuggle with his cute little mate!

He’s brutal, eating and killing anything that comes close to you, and then immediately turning around and crooning and loving on you, rubbing up against you like a dog, his face still coated with any remains of what, or rather who, he just ate. (Lucky for you he prefers to swallow his prey whole…watching him gag up and spit out the bones that he cant digest isn’t a pleasant sight though.) Endlessly doting and so…incredibly suffocating. There will always be a hand, or head, or tail, or something pressed, wrapped, or snuggling against you. Half the time you feel like a living teddy bear as he cuddles and nuzzles you non stop, curling up in his nest and holding you close to his chest, face buried in your hair. The only time he tears himself from your side is to go hunting, and even then when he comes back you are scooped up and squished in his arms until he calms down again, extremely distressed from being separated from you.

 He is obsessed with being a good mate for you, protecting, providing, and spoiling his partner. He’ll be traditional, hunting down larger pray than necessary just to impress you. Happily puffing his chest out when he dumps a bunch of hay and leaves into the nest, telling you that he knows humans cant sleep on hard rock comfortably, and so this will be more comfy! (Not that it does much, with how close he insists on being when cuddling, you practically sleep on him instead. Trapped against his firm chest as arms wrap tightly around you). Now this isn’t common behavior for nagas, but he’ll also bring you pretty little trinkets that he finds, gems or geodes he finds in his cave, pretty jewelry he steals from humans, rocks that he really likes and wants to share with you. Reacting positively to these gifts, maybe even making a small little pile for them in the nest will put him over the moon. He becomes so gushy and loving towards you for it you can get away with nearly anything after that.  

Unlike Bakugou’s nest which is out in the open, daring any threat to even try and come close to his mate, Kiri hides you away. His nest will be hidden away in a maze like cave (He carved it out himself by hand! Something he very proudly tells you when the two of you can finally converse without you screaming or him fucking you silly). He never leaves your side, determined to protect and love you, but even in the moments he does, escape is hopeless. Even after crawling up the sides of the deep pit carved out of solid rock (you really don’t want to think how strong his claws are to carve out solid stone and made such deep grooves in the sides) you’ll be left wondering and aimless maze, impossible to not get lost or even get near the exit before Kirishima is back, rushing your side and picking you up into his arms in a panic. Naturally, being the innocent thing he is he assumes you missed him and went searching for him instead of trying to escape, but now you’re trapped in an even tighter hold under an even tighter watch as he tries “to make it up to you”.

With Kirishima you have a small chance, though. If you are loving and gentle enough to him, and you ask him so sweetly if you can get out of the cave just for a little bit! Promise! He may take you to a nearby river to play in the water, or a hotspring to soak together. Once you really have him wrapped around your finger you might be able to convince him to go on daily walks (slithers?) with him, only if you look sad and pout up at him enough, insisting that the cave is too dark and scary and you miss the sun. He’ll feel so bad he just might sunbathe with you outside for awhile too.

[defdreamz]

WAIST | CHOI YOUNGJAE

summary: youngjae’s your sugar baby, and he loves toying with you. this is what he was wearing.

cw: sub!youngjae, dom!gn!reader, sugar baby!youngjae, ceo!reader, afab!reader, feelings (minor), use of toys, idol au, youngjae is a soloist, degrading, cross dressing, possessiveness (minor), and more.

tagging: @sub-hoshi-enthusiast, @silencefavarchive, @maknaeronix, @sunpopp, @maybe-i-do-write, @dabisdiary, @nct99

note: my GOSH this took entirely too long 😭 this was mostly self indulgent tbh. also!! two things rq 1) do i stop writing for jackson momentarily? 2) i don’t think i’m gonna continue to write for skz as i don’t stan them anymore and i won’t feel comfortable writing for a group i don’t even stan, so i’ll fill in their last spots with a few ateez drabbles-

watching the way youngjae move his hips on stage does something to you. the way the sway with every beat, following along to one of his songs, that, admittedly, you haven’t been paying much attention to. how could you when he moved like that on the stage? you were more focused on the harness that crossed over his waist, and how his piercing eyes follow the camera.

you sit back in your office chair, smirk settling on your face as you gnawed on your lip. you pause the video, sitting your phone on your desk. “oh how i can’t wait to see you later, pet.” you mutter to yourself, crossing your legs as countless possibilities of what could go on later running through your mind.

( - )

your head is down at your desk while you work, hand holding your hand up while you go through a few documents. your door opens and closes, and you assume it’s your assistant again, coming in with more documents for you to sign.

“more papers? sit them down in the c- oh.” you mutter, dropping your pen upon noticing that the person who entered wasn’t your assistant. you lean back, clasping your fingers over your abdomen. “youngjae. pleasure to see you here,” you say, grinning with an underlying twinge of a sultry tone.

he takes his mask off, hidden smile finally being revealed. he hums in response to your greeting, settling to walk around your desk. he pushes the papers aside, knowing you don’t mind, especially in instances like these. he takes his seat, tan-colored robe falling over his thighs.

he runs a hand through his hair, spreading his legs as you slide between them. “i saw your performance today, baby. it was great.” you tell him, resting your hands on his hips, sliding under the fabric of his robe and feeling the bare skin. “although.” you begin, changing your touch on his hips from gentle to firm, gripping the supple skin underneath your hands. he whines, resting his own hands on top of yours.

“i didn’t like how you were showing everything that belongs to me,” you say, loosening your grip. “but you don’t own me,” he utters, faking a pout. “i will soon, prince.” you hum, pulling him closer to you. he falls into your lap, arms wrapping around your neck. he kisses you first, melting into your grasp, rolling his hips against you.

you pull away first, chuckling lightly when he pouts and tries to follow your lips. “eager, aren’t we?” you ask, untying the knot on on his robe and letting it fall to the floor. your eyes scale his body, looking at the leather harness that crossed his body and accentuated his physique.

“like what you see?” he teases, pulling your hand toward his chest to thumb at the accents of the leather. “you wore this all for me? your pretty body all on display.” you smirk, ignoring his initial question and instead moving your hand up from his chest to his neck, pressing your fingers to the heart shaped choker.

you can feel his hard-on pressing against the inside of your clothed thigh. “you’re wearing too much,” he whines, pawing at your blazer and pushing it off your shoulders, exposing your button down. he goes for the buttons, nimble fingers pushing them apart while your own hands roam his body.

you lift up, taking your jacket and shirt off and discarding it on the floor, making him stand up while you undid your belt and discarded your pants. you eye him, and he he grins at you, following your silent command and turning around to bend over the desk, making sure to push his ass out toward you.

“was this a surprise for me, too?” you ask, tapping the base of the plug that was nestled between his cheeks. he whines at the sudden feeling of the bejeweled plug jostling within him. “i knew you’d like it.” he breathes, pushing the air from between his lips shakily.

“you’re ready for me to fuck you, prince? want me to hurry up and make you feel good so you can ruin your pretty little lingerie?” you drawl, rubbing the pads of your thumbs over the soft skin of his ass. “yes, gosh yes, please,” he strains, pushing back to grind against you.

“too bad, prince, really. i’m going to take my time, and take you apart, make you moan and writhe... and maybe, just maybe, i’ll let you cum... if you’re lucky.” you sighed, pulling at the straps of leather lining his thighs.

you open a drawer, pulling out a few items. you attach your own harnesses to your thighs. you tap at the base of the plug, giving a slight warning before pulling the base, and slipping it out.

he shivers, clenching around nothing at the loss. you quickly replace it with the tip of your strap, though, causing his eyes to widen.

you tease him, pressing it in only slightly and pulling it back out. youngjae is so needy, already beginning whimper and gasp, and you haven’t even begun. “please,” he begged, hands clasping and scratching at the desk.

“you’re so needy. for someone who was just flaunting their body on stage for everyone else to see not even twelve hours ago, you turn into a pliant, needy, slutty little mess under me in mere minutes. it’s pathetic really.” you utter, and he groans, cheeks reddening at your observation.

“maybe i should give you what you want...” you toy, pushing your hips farther, pushing into the smaller male under you. his mouth falls open, arms stilling where they grip the edge of the desk.

you repeat the motion, easing in and out of him slowly, hands guiding his hips back onto your strap. you can see, even from where you are, that his eyes are wet with tears that haven’t fallen. quiet curses and whispers fall from his pretty plush lips with every push, and you resist the urge to completely ravish him.

he moans out suddenly, thighs twitching as he tenses. “oh fuck,” he rasps. “oh? was that your spot, baby?” you ask, intentionally pushing deeper and pressing onto the spot with the tip of the strap. “oh my god, y-yes, please,” he moans, rolling his hips along yours to press deeper into that spot, and grind his cock into your desk.

“i bet your pathetic little cock is leaking all over my desk, isn’t it? ready for my demand to cum. am i right, youngjae?” you ask, tugging once on the collar around his neck. “you- you’re r-right,” he stutters, gasping as the feeling of you pressing into him is almost too much.

“remember, baby, there’s still people in this building... unless you’d like for someone to walk in and see me using you like this. maybe they wouldn’t even acknowledge you, because they know that you’re mine to use, mine to fuck... mine to ruin,” you commented, voice sultry as you finally pick up your pace, fucking into him with vigorous movement, and he’s nothing but a pleading and whining mess under you now.

you lean down, draping yourself over him and holding yourself by placing the palms of your hands beside his head. the sound of your hips smacking with his ass fills the room. “you’re close, aren’t you, youngjae? ready to make a mess your pretty little lingerie and my desk like a cheap whore? go ahead, prince. go ahead and cum for me,” you whisper, thrusting deeply into the male.

he follows your command well, eyes rolling as his body trembled and he made a mess of your desk. you gradually slow down, deciding the boy had enough for the day. you pull out of him, ridding yourself of the strap and sitting it aside while you tend to youngjae. you grab a few wipes from another drawer, gently wiping him down and making sure not to cause him too much oversensitivity. you whisper praises and encouragement into his ears, taking off the elaborate lingerie.

you cover him in your shirt, instead pulling an extra one out for yourself. he sits in your lap, head tucked into your neck. your hands are rubbing up and down his arms, softly lulling him to relax.

“i wouldn’t mind, you know.” he whispers gently, arms wrapped around you. you hum in question, urging him to continue. “i wouldn’t mind if you owned me... if we could be together for real instead of the ‘arrangement’.” he said, nuzzling deeper into your hold and making himself smaller.

“i wouldn’t mind it either, youngjae. but for now, get some sleep. we can talk about everything else later, okay? rest well, jae.” you murmur, running your fingers through his hair. he nods off, breathing slow as he takes his rest snuggled into your lap.

[kaffeinic]

Stray Kids’ Seungmin Headcannon: College Enemies > Lovers AU

Can i request for enemies to lovers with seungmin set in college? Like s/o is the complete opposite of him, messy and impulsive, but the one thing they have in common is their love for sports?? fanfic can be bullet form or whichever you're comfy with hnnngg

- @gryffindorkx

When I tell you this man could not stand you-

Well, it was more your behavior that he couldn’t stand

Seungmin can be very protective of the people around him

But in a more subtle way

And your impulsivity and messiness had his BPM shooting up every two damn seconds

With you tripping all over the books and papers you left on the ground while studying

Or your lack of fear when taking a ride home from a strange man you’d just met

Or even your creepy older professor

Everything you did had him on edge

Because of that, he hated to be around you

But also wanted to be there at the same time to keep you safe

You really had him between a rock and a hard spot smh

The more time you two spent together

Whether for school or social reasons

Made him appreciate your spontaneity and messiness in an odd way

It was nice having someone who could balance him out

He soon found that as long as you weren't doing things that would be dangerous for you

Or those around you lol

He could really appreciate how much you could pull him out of his shell

Everyone needs someone like him in their life,

And everyone also needs someone like you in their life

You two really were the yin to each other's yang

Making each other better in different ways

Seungmin found himself letting go of all the minute details he used to hyperfocus on

And you found yourself being just a little bit more conscious of the things he would flip out over

It's quite beautiful to watch you two interact in the long term

Now we get to sports

Seungmin was one of the MVPs in your college's baseball team

Shocker

You were most definitely not

Mainly because no one would let you swing a bat tbh

You were more into track

Man, could you run

In the earlier days of your relationship

You two would challenge each other with various physical activities

Mainly just short races to the end of the parking lot

But still

You hated the fact that he could beat you often despite you being on the track team

This continues to be a touchy issue for you

Even after you two became close

- Quick lil story that popped into mind while writing this -

You were waiting around after your classes

Watching the baseball team practice

Jisung - who is also on the team - waved you over

Trying to get you to try to bat as he pitched

Seungmin runs over

Because he knows damn well that you will break something

Whether it be an inanimate object

Or someone's face

And shuts that shit down

You get mad

Because of obvious reasons

And you were super excited to swing the bat

You ultimately end up challenging him to a race across the field

In which he trips and lands squarely on his face

You

Being a decent human being

Stopped running and checked on him

Laughing your butt off

You both probably end up stopping for ice cream and calling a truce

The real story just begins from there

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First off, @gryffindorkx, I am so sorry for how long this took. You sent me this in 2020, and I never deleted it because I thought the idea was cute as heck. Please forgive me for the long wait! I do hope this is at least close to what you had in mind, and that you were able to enjoy reading! Stay happy, healthy, and hydrated everyone!

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[pregnant-piggy]

Our little secret

Sirius Black x reader

Words: 3300+

Warnings: nothing, it’s just fluffy and cheesy

A/N: I wanted to write something like this for a while. So I did. At like two in the morning... I would kill for something like this tbh. Enjoy, my loves!

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‘You're really going for that shirt?’

‘Not anymore now,’ you grumbled and threw your shirt at Marlene, who was lying on her bed with her head popped up on her hands. She caught your shirt skilfully and let it flow through her fingers.

‘You smell nice, babe,’ Marlene said as she smelled the border of your shirt.

‘Thanks, it's that new perfume,’ you replied while searching in your bra for a new shirt.

‘Oh, trying to smell nice for someone?’ Marlene teased and you looked up quick with red cheeks. ‘Maybe, I don't know... a specific black-haired, grey-eyed Gryffindor?’

‘Confessed your feelings for Dor yet?’ you shot back at Marlene.

Now she turned red and she threw the shirt back at you. You caught it, folded it and placed it back in the closet.

A minute later Lily and Dorcas entered the dormitory, finally finished with their breakfast. Marlene glanced at Dorcas and you smirked. She was smitten for her friend but was too afraid to admit it. And honestly you didn't blame her. You were the exact same when it came to Sirius.

Ever since fourth year you had had a crush on him but you had never done anything about it. For you it was obvious he didn't like you back. He was always going on dates with different girls and never hesitated to talk about it.

‘Lily, thank Merlin,’ you said and turned to her. ‘What am I gonna wear with this skirt?’

Lily stared at you and then looked at the closet. She pulled out a shirt from the bottom of a pile and handed it over to you. You unfolded it and looked at it. You never knew you had this shirt.

‘It's mine,’ Lily explained like she could read your mind. ‘But it's not really my colour.’

Kissing Lily on her cheek to thank her, you pulled the shirt over your head and turned to Marlene.

‘Much better,’ this one said and nodded. ‘What would we do without our Lilypad?’

Lily rolled her eyes but smiled right after. She changed into a light blue dress that matched perfectly with her red hair.

Jealous you stared at Lily as you let yourself fall down next to Marlene on her bed. She turned her head to you and whispered,

‘I'm gonna do it.’

‘Do what?’ you whispered back.

‘Tell her. This has been going on long enough. And if she turns me down, I know we're both mature enough to stay friends.’

‘She’s not gonna turn you down,’ you reassured Marlene.

The way Dorcas acted around Marlene was the same as how Lily acted around James. Speaking of...

‘Lils?’ you asked. ‘What time are we supposed to meet your lovely boyfriend and his entourage?’

‘Five minutes,’ Lily answered from the bathroom.

Dorcas squealed. ‘That's too soon! Look at my hair! I'm not near finished!’

‘You look great,’ Marlene mumbled, but not loud enough for everyone but you to hear.

‘Don't worry, I'll keep them waiting,’ you said to Dorcas and got up from the bed. ‘You coming, Marls?’

Marlene got up too and walked down with you. None of the boys were in the common room yet and that gave you some time to talk to Marlene in privacy.

‘What's your plan?’

‘I don't really have a plan,’ Marlene confessed. ‘I think I will just ask her to talk and then put it out there. What's the worst that can happen?’

‘I wish I had your courage,’ you mumbled as you watched the four boys approaching the couch.

‘Where are the others?’ James asked as he plopped down on the couch next to you.

‘Upstairs.’

‘They'll be here soon,’ Marlene added.

You noticed she was nervous. She was playing with the edge of her shirt and she had a pink blush on her face.

The conversation went but you couldn't focus. Instead of paying attention you were looking at Sirius. He was wearing his leather jacket even though it was hot outside. He looked back at you and winked. You quickly averted your eyes as you felt the blush creeping on your face.

After ten minutes Lily and Dorcas came down, five minutes after Mary had joined you.

‘Are we ready to go now?’ James asked impatiently pushing his girlfriend of his lap.

- -- -

After Filch had checked everyone for suspicious objects, your group was finally outside. You were walking with Remus. In front of you Lily and James were walking hand in hand and, honestly, you were kind of jealous. You wanted what they had, though maybe a little less cheesy.

In Hogsmeade you split up. Lily, Mary, Peter and Remus went one side, Marlene and Dorcas the other side and you, James and Sirius walked to Zonko's. James was talking enthusiastically about a new product he definitely wanted to try.

Zonko's shop was quiet; most students went to Honeydukes or the Three Broomsticks. While James and Sirius worked off their list, you wondered through the store. The things on the shelves intrigued you.

Jump-snakes: surprise your friends with real wildlife!

Nothing works better than Mr Lolas' Unicorn Powder! Lasts for days!

You had no idea what both of the things would to, but they were interesting. And probably slightly dangerous.

‘(Y/N)? Where are you?’ Sirius’ sound came from the other side of the store.

‘Here!’ you said back.

But the store was cramped with shelves and racks and Sirius didn't hear you.

You started to make your way to the front of the store, but halfway through your way the path was blocked by big boxes. You turned around and made your way back.

‘(Y/N)?’

‘Right here!’

Sirius was on the other side of a shelf, you heard his voice close to you. You walked along the length of the shelf and bumped into Sirius. You almost fell and Sirius placed his hands on either your arms.

‘There you are!’ he said with a big smile.

‘Here I am,’ you replied weakly.

Sirius put his arm around you and dragged you with him outside, where James was already standing.

‘We thought we lost you!’ James cried out as he saw you.

He quickly showed you what he had bought and then you made your way to the Three Broomsticks; the place where you had agreed to meet up.

You were the first ones there. You sat on one of the benches on the side of the road and looked up Sirius. He was standing close to you, his hands in the pockets of his jacket, playing with his feet in the sand on the road.

When Remus, Peter, Lily and Mary walked up to you, he took a step back.

‘I, uh- I have to do something,’ he announced. ‘I'll be right back.’

He rapidly walked out of the street with his hands still in his pockets. You turned to Lily and Mary who were both looking confused at the leaving boy.

‘Should we go inside?’ Peter asked, like what Sirius had done was completely normal.

‘Sure,’ Lily said and opened the door.

The Three Broomsticks was full, but there was a spot left in the very back of the room. Lily and James squeezed themselves onto the wooden bench of the booth and they were joined by you on one side and Remus on the other. Mary and Peter sat on chairs the opposite side of the table.

Peter left to order drinks and while he was waiting in line at the bar, Marlene and Dorcas entered. Dorcas immediately left for the bathroom and Marlene hurried over to you.

‘She said yes!’ she exclaimed happily as she sat down. ‘I have a girlfriend!’

The two boys stared Marlene confused, but you, Lily and Mary all cheered and smiled.

‘Oh, babe, I'm so happy for you!’ you said and took Marlene's hand over the table.

‘How did to go?’ Mary asked.

‘Well, I kinda just blurted it out as soon as we were alone. Honestly I don't remember a lot of it; I was really nervous. But she said she likes me back!’

Marlene's face was red from excitement and even Dorcas, who usually was chill and cool, had a blush on her face when she sat down next to Marlene.

Peter returned with the Butterbeers at the same time Sirius walked up to the booth. He stood doubting at the table looking for a place to sit.

‘There's room next to (Y/N),’ Marlene said.

You shot her an angry glare before making place for Sirius next to you.

‘Always a pleasure,’ Sirius said as he sat down next to you.

Your face turned red and you smiled. Sirius' thigh was pressed against yours and you felt his hip next to yours. Playing with the edge of your glass you tried to focus on the conversation. But there wasn't much of a conversation; James and Lily next to you were whispering to each other and Marlene and Dorcas too. Mary was talking to Peter about their Potions assignment. Remus talked to you and Sirius was the only one who wasn't involved in a conversation. He was staring at you while his arm rested on the back of the bench, his fingertips brushing your shoulder.

Sirius had always been a ‘touchy' person, but today it felt different to you. It felt like everything he said and every breath he breathed were for you.

You scolded yourself for your thoughts. Sirius didn't like you. He had had a date just... how long ago? Honestly, you couldn't remember when Sirius had last gone on a date with someone. But you had stopped listening to his date-stories a long time ago, so it could be that you had just not been paying attention when he had told about it.

- -- - 

The darkness of the cafe was soon changed for the bright and hot sun. Squeezing your eyes for the sun you turned to your friends.

‘Where are we off to now?’ you asked, hoping to do something together.

‘Actually,’ James started, cutting off Lily before she could even open her mouth. ‘I need to take Lily somewhere.’

‘Where?’ Lily asked.

‘Just somewhere,’ James said vaguely and took his girlfriend by her arm.

‘Alright then. Marlene?’ you asked hopeful.

But your best friend shook her head. ‘I'm sorry, babe.’ She walked away with Dorcas after shooting you an apologising look, but there was a smirk on her mouth.

‘Mary? Peter? Remus?’

But all three of them shook their head. Mary and Peter had plans to go to some store that sounded weird and Remus had to meet up with his study mate, someone that everyone still wasn't sure of was real.

‘Please don't tell me you're abandoning me too,’ you sighed as you turned to Sirius.

‘I would never,’ this one said and he put his arm around you. The warm tingle in your stomach, that you got every time Sirius touched you, appeared just like it had inside the Three Broomsticks. But he let go of you and your inside turned cold.

You sadly stared at the ground while walking in silence next to Sirius.

At the same time Sirius said something you decided to also break the silence.

‘Aren't you hot in that jacket,’ was mixed with his ‘Are you sure you're okay with just me here?’ and neither of you understood what the other said.

‘You first,’ Sirius said and waved his hand for you to talk.

‘Okay,’ you laughed. ‘Aren't you hot in that jacket?’

‘Nah, I'm always cool,’ Sirius said with a smirk.

‘Really? That's the answer you're going with?’ you chuckled. ‘Now your question.’

‘I, uhh... it was nothing,’ Sirius stuttered, his smirk fading a bit.

‘Come on! It was important enough to interrupt my question!’ you teased. ‘I won't laugh. I promise!’

Sirius shook his head laughing. ‘I asked if you were alright with just hanging out with me,’ he then mumbled.

Oh. Something in his tone made your heart sink. You rarely got to see the insecure Sirius and it almost never was just around you alone.

‘Of course! I like hanging out with you,’ you reassured Sirius and his smile grew.

Meanwhile you had reached the end of the village and the start of the surrounding forest. From where you were standing you could see the Shrieking Shack. You knew why it was there; Remus himself had told you.

You stopped at the fence that separated the road from the field and turned your head to Sirius while resting your arms on the fence. Sirius stood behind you.

‘So what do you want to do?’ you asked him.

‘Actually I just wanted to talk to you,’ Sirius said and his voice had changed. It was lower and softer. More serious and less Sirius.

‘Well about what do you want to talk?’

‘Not here,’ Sirius said, making you turn your whole body to him.

‘Then where?’

‘C'mon,’ Sirius just said and he took you by your hand.

That warm feeling spread in your chest again as Sirius lead you along through the forest. The deeper you went the darker it became, until the sun almost never reached the ground again. The floor was covered in moss and little white flowers. You felt like a fay walking, almost flowing, over them. The spots where the sun did reach, the ground glistened with dew drops even now it was the afternoon.

‘Where are you taking me?’ you asked Sirius curiously but he didn't answer. He just kept on walking.

Five minutes later Sirius stopped at an open spot. It was wonderful. The sun shone through the foliage, lighting up the green grass on the ground. Around the open spot were flowers. The little, white ones you had passed on your way, but also daisies, yellow buttercups, red poppies and violet bellflowers. It seemed like a scene from a fairy tale.

But the best part was, no matter how beautiful the space was, that Sirius was still holding your hand. He turned to you with insecurity on his face.

‘Wow, Sirius,’ you whispered; talking seemed to loud. ‘This is beautiful.’

‘I found it last full moon. I don't think anyone else knows this place.’

‘They shouldn't,’ you said. ‘Please tell no one about this place. It will be our little secret.’

Sirius smiled at your words and it seemed they gave him confidence. He pulled you to the ground and sat in front of you, your knees touching.

‘I still want to talk to you, though,’ Sirius started hesitantly. You gave him a smile and he continued,

‘Have you ever seen yourself late at night, stressing over your exams?’

The sudden question surprised you. What was he aiming for?

‘No,’ you answered softly.

‘I have,’ Sirius said. ‘Your hair is a mess, your cheeks are red and the tears are in your eyes. But you never stop, not even when the sun rises again, not when you almost faint from tiredness. Everyone always laughs at you and your crazy obsession with your grades. But I think it is adorable-'

Adorable? Did Sirius just call you adorable?

‘-and... I just... I want to help you. I want to put you in bed and make you fall asleep. I want to bring you coffee and stay awake with you. I want to tell you it is okay to not always give your everything if it physically drains you. But most of all I want to take you in my arms and kiss you.’

Your heart stopped and your jaw dropped. Never in your whole life had you expected to hear those words out of his mouth. At you. Those words were meant for you.

‘I like you, (Y/N). And I think I might be in love with you.’

‘Sirius, I-'

You didn't know what to say. Words could not describe how you felt. You couldn't think of anything to say. All you ever wanted was right there in front of you and he had just confessed his love. You were stunned with surprise and excitement and you wanted to talk to him, but your words stayed in your throat.

Sirius took your silence as a rejection and got up. Your head was still in a daze and you realised he was walking back when he had already almost reached the shadows.

‘Sirius wait!’ you said getting up.

Sirius turned around to you, his eyes sad, and you saw that he was holding himself back from crying. You stood there in the middle of the open spot, sun on your skin and the words found themselves.

‘When other people look at you, they see Sirius Black, the tough boy, the flirty boy, the boy that would do anything to keep his reputation high, to honour his name. But when I look at you? I see Sirius. I see the boy that forgets to drink in the morning if no one reminds him. I see the boy that will do anything for his friends. I see how much you hate it when someone mentions your family. How often you break down even when you try to hide it. When I see you, I see someone who laughs, cries, hugs, kisses, gets angry, plays pranks. Someone who is loyal, happy, sad, cheerful, smart. And most of all I see someone who loves. Because that is what you do Sirius, you love. And I love that about you.’

Sirius stared at you. The sadness in his eyes had gone away, but the tears were still there.

You were surprised with yourself. You had never been one to make your feelings so clear. But now the right words just had come. Everything you had said was true. You loved Sirius. Everything of him.

‘You love me?’ Sirius asked with a raspy voice.

He walked closer to you, still staring into your eyes. When he was so close to you, you could feel his heat on your bare arms, you nodded.

Sirius cupped your face with his hands and kissed you.

The whole world seemed to burst into colour. You wrapped your arms around Sirius’ neck and pulled him closer. His lips fitted perfectly on yours, like they were meant to be there. You tasted alcohol and cinnamon and smelled leather and lemon. The flavours and scents matched together, creating a soft sizzle in your brain.

Sirius’ hands slid to your hips and when the kiss was broken they stayed there, keeping you as close as possible.

The colours of the flowers seemed brighter yet darker. The sun was hot and cold and the grass bright yet pale. It was as if Sirius made the place better yet it was nothing compared to him.

Sirius' grin was wider than you had ever seen. His grey eyes were stormy and showed his passion, while his words only showed his love.

‘I never thought I could love someone. I have friends and I have some kind of love for them but I never thought I could find love like described in books or sung about in songs. But the day I realised I loved you, I also realised that those kinds of love are nothing compared to what I feel.’

A tear rolled down your cheek and Sirius lifted his hand to wipe it away. His hand stayed on your cheek and brought your face closer. Sirius kissed you again with such tenderness it could be felt in the air around you.

You stayed at the fairy tale place the rest of the day. Friends long forgotten as the sun started to set, making the shadows grow bigger and darker until there was barely any light.

Wrapped in Sirius’ leather jacket you walked back to the castle. Hand in hand with your love. And you would never let go.

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hiii! didn't see if there was a character limit per rq, so if there is n i am breaking it just ignore me jabksbcjdj could u donthe general dating hcs for yumeko, mary and ririka too? thanks!

pairing: mary x reader, yumeko x reader

character limit has never crossed my mind until now lmao,,, also sorry i decided not to do ririka :( i love her i’m just not as familiar with her character so i dont think i could do her justice,, hope thats okay!!

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Mary

- Mary avidly denies liking PDA but is almost always holding your hand. Whether she’s dragging you somehow, holding your hand under the table while she gambles with you next to her, or just trying to get your attention.

- for the most part, she’s a very confident girlfriend. She likes to take the lead and make you flustered and think she has you wrapped around her finger.

- until you compliment her. Or kiss her. Or hug her.

- Mary practically melts into a heap of embarrassment, mostly because she really enjoys it

- she never really pictured herself in a relationship especially not after the student council’s attempt to marry her off

- that is, until she met you, of course.

- she’s still trying to get the hang of the whole relationship thing though so you’ll definitely have to help her sometimes

- part of her wants to keep your relationship very private and never speak a word of it to the world

- and the other half wants to wrap an arm around your waist and yell at anyone who even glances at you that you’re hers

- not really in a possessive sort of way but more in a proud way

- she’s still shocked you said yes in the first place of course she’s proud to have you by her side!

- but sometimes she does dearly want to protect you from the world, and more importantly the school around you

- she’s terrified that one day the student council will target you and she won’t be able to win and has even debated on breaking up with you a few times just to keep you safe

- but when you wish her luck before a gamble...

- Mary really feels like she can win anything

- even though she’s scared to lose you, when you sit by her during a match she feels like she’s invincible. Especially when you take her hand discreetly under the table.

- Ironically, you’re like her good luck charm

- whenever you stay after school to watch her gamble, Mary always ALWAYS walks you home.

- she loves when you take her hand and swing it between the two of you sort of childishly as you walk along, talking about whatever had happened in the day and what you planned to do

- Mary never was one for small talk but she realizes she could listen to you talk for hours

- sometimes when you’re complaining about something she’ll get really into it and get feisty. sometimes even more than you. "I’ll go up there right now, dammit. Don’t you worry. I’ll make sure they never give you a problem again." "Mary no-"

- Mary discovers with you that she really loves sleepovers.

- there’s something about eating snacks and snuggling all night with you under too many covers that’s so relaxing to her. She doesn’t have to be big and bold. She doesn’t have to win or compete.

- with you, she can throw a piece of popcorn at your face and win at life watching you laugh or listen to you whine making her laugh

- she also, shockingly, really likes sleepovers on school nights

- that way she can play with your hair in the morning and get ready with you

- she loves walking you home from school but seeing you sleepy and sort of stumbling next to her really warms her heart. She thinks it’s funny to subtly bump shoulders with you as you trudge along. Plus the sunrise and the morning air is really nice, especially next to you.

- Yumeko sniffs out your relationship only on the second day you guys were official

- she’s delighted but Mary is dismayed

- Yumeko has claimed the title as her ‘wingman’ and now will often give her relationship advice and use you to tease her

- sometimes the advice is actually useful though... and it’s not the worst to see you making more friends... and getting along with her friends...

- but still. She tries to tell you Yumeko is nuts and you should keep away from her. It doesn’t work, but it’s worth a shot.

- Mary isn’t big on fancy dates. She’s more into casual stuff like eating together at the nearest shitty fast food joint. Mary would actually probably consider walking you home a date, unfortunately. But if it means spending time with you and making you happy, she’ll put in the effort to plan something a little more romantic every once in a while.

- this is really when Yumeko’s advice helps her out

- despite being kind of clumsy when it comes to romance and usual dating etiquette Mary does her best and she loves you very much

- she’s definitely always there to support you in everything you do and actively tries to be involved in your hobbies and see what you’re up to

- she’s also always there to stand up for you when others try and give you shit. You might have to drag her away because she has a tendency to get into full-blown arguments over even the slightest dirty look your way.

- Mary is doing her best.

Yumeko

- really hope you like gambling

- because her absolute FAVORITE thing to do is gamble with you

- would she use you as a bet?

- oh absolutely. no hesitation. but only when she knows exactly that she’ll win

- she thinks it’s cute if you get all nervous and even hotter if you’re confident in your gambling skills

- she’s actually a little sour when you can’t make it to one of her matches. not towards you but towards everyone who isn’t you.

- Yumeko is a freak for PDA tbh

- ALWAYS has her arms wrapped around you in one way or another. She feels like a snake trying to strangle you sometimes. she means well she just loves to love on you 

- could not give any less of a shit who sees. Will blatantly ignore anyone and everyone because you are her partner and she loves you very much.

- she’s a very enthusiastic girlfriend.

- always trying to do wild things to spice up your relationship. would absolutely suggest things like skydiving as a casual date. it’d be like a back and forth debate to finally get to a more calm medium date like a fancy restaurant or something.

- Yumeko doesn’t actually mind where you two go, she just likes to mess with you sometimes. She keeps you on your toes.

- not only is she super PDA friendly she flirts shamelessly with you all the time. She loves watching your reactions. 

- she also really loves to have you sit in her lap while she gambles. no matter how long the match is. 

- Yumeko likes to bring you to the mall to go shopping. Sometimes she tries to be sly and buy you things without you noticing but Yumeko has never been subtle a day in her life when it came to you.

- but also after a long day in the mall she always buys you ice cream and sits on the edge of the water fountain. It becomes a tradition to make a wish, even though it feels a little silly.

- Yumeko wouldn’t really go out of her way to keep you away from the student council but she would get heated fairly quickly if one of them tried to challenge you. She takes your place every single time and it is never followed by a pleasant atmosphere in-game.

- after something like that she definitely takes you to do something off-campus if not just straight to her house to just snuggle and take a nap

- Yumeko thrives off praise from you. She loves when you fawn over her with compliments and congratulations when she wins a match. She can’t stop beaming when you kiss her cheek and tell her she’s amazing.

- she definitely praises you a lot though. She thinks you’re the most interesting person she has ever met so of course, she thinks the world of you, and she is NOT afraid to show it.

- Yumeko loves you and she’ll be damned if you and everyone and their mother doesn’t know it.

[franeridart]

Anon said: [Spoilers for non-manga readers] opinion on Baku's hero name?

Very Bakugou, honestly don’t mind it at all! Mostly just surprised it’s, like, legal in the bnha universe for heroes to call themselves stuff like explodo-kills (and also that there isn’t a character limit for hero names??) but that Bakugou would stick with it is pretty damn in character for him so I like it xD still, I’ll probably just call him Dynamight if I’ll ever need to use his hero name lmao

Anon said: not to be the most romantic sap but uh just a kiss by lady a is killin me

Nothing sappy about letting romantic songs get to you!!!! I say, as I’m constantly crying over romantic songs so this mindset benefits me as well lol

Anon said: i may or may not have stumbled across some of your older kiribaku art, the stuff with akane, and she's the best child oc tbh. i actually like her and i tend to not be a fan of child ocs but she's just the cutest darn thing 🥰

I’m so glad you like her!!!!! She was a lot of fun, what a good gremlin ;;;

Anon said: uve heard of dragon!kiri w his hair spikes up, now get ready for dragon!kiri w his hair dowm lookin like the softest boy

AW HECK I think I’ve drawn him in the past, actually!!!! Spike-haired Kiri will forever be my fav Kiri, but there’s just something about hair down Kiri isn’t it!! What a cute boy ;;;; all sharp edges and soft curves, what a lovely sight

Anon said: can i just say your itafushi art is so cute? these two already make me feel and then your art just (つω°̥̥̥̥̥̥̥̥｀)

THANK YOU SO MUCH I really need to draw them more, don’t I! goge kinda monopolized my attention there, but the way itafushi makes me feel..........boy the way they make me feel ;;;;

Anon said: good day, poké au thought: 12 y/o bakugo somehow catches a dreepy as like his 2nd pokemon and never questions it

WHY NOT WHY NOT I have a whole team in my mind for the boy tbh but dreepy is so cute ;;;; and anyway, I like my poke!bakugou with as many dragon types as he could possibly get his hands on hahaha

Anon said: Please know that, amongst other factors, you were one of the maon reasons I stsrted Jujutsu Kaisen two days ago and there isnothing more to say except thank you and I'm absolutely in debt with you for that, thank you so much 😍

I’m so so SO glad you’re liking it!!!!!! It can get kinda heavy but it’s such a great story.... honestly I’d been wanting to start it since I saw the first pv for the anime all the way back last year but I was like, you know it’s a mappa anime! so I wanted to watch the anime as a new thing, cause I love mappa, but three episodes in I couldn’t hold back and just binged it. It’s kind of story that just makes you wanna drink it all in one go, isn’t it? so good so good

Anon said: makeup artist kirishima and model bakugo or makeup artist bakugo and model kirishima? :0c

Hmmmmmmmmmmmm can’t say I see either of them much into fashion tbh, but if I had to pick probably model Kiri and artist Baku? I just don’t think Baku would be able to stay still enough to get photographed, and he wouldn’t like the photographer bossing him around anyway, and catwalks would be impossible for him to stomach imho, he’s too restless for it! At least it’s the way I see it haha

Anon said: fdgdhdkfhdafs i had a thought, what if bakugo prefers dogs and kirishima prefers cats and when they meet each other and become friends it's like, "oh." because they have some striking similarities to their fave animals

That’s been my headcanon for a while now, actually!! I think for me it came from two characters in a manga I like that are a lot like a dog and a cat but have inverted fav animals and when I read about that I was like “oh, right, makes sense since they like each other” and then my brain turned it krbk because when does it not lmao

Anon said: your art is the soothing balm to my soul recently, thank you for posting so much beautiful content. i hope you have a lovely week. ♡

sob thank you so much, I’m glad my doodling can help you feel better ;; <3

Anon said: Friendly reminder anon from last time: that post I left last time I had only eaten 7 gingersnaps that day and hadn’t drank any water. So that encouraged me to actually self care. Thank you.

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well I hope you’re taking care of yourself today too! And as fair trade, I’ll do the same myself! <3

Anon said: Hi! I'm an artist and I'm thinking of making a sideblog for my art. Do you have any tips?

Ah man, I’m sorry but I’m not the best person to ask this to! I started this sideblog cause I had too many followers on my main and I didn’t want my stuff to be seen by that many people at first, so whatever I did probably isn’t what you’re looking for :( but really there isn’t much to it, just post whatever you like to draw, tag it as best as you can (but remember that only the first five tags appear in the search page) and be patient, since whatever you do at first you won’t get much attention anyway - the only real advice I can give is to draw something that makes you happy and that you’d draw anyway even if no one were to see it, it’ll make keep posting despite a possible lack of activity a lot easier!

Anon said: Your goge art🥺🥺

I just love them so much ( TT’’’TT)9

Anon said: how the fuck have i not been following you? I remember seeing your bakushima art in the bnha tag and always thinking it's so cute. Now you're into JJK too??? and the satosugu art??? fuckin, diabetes incarnate. I love it. I love you. Your art 10/10. I'm tired lmao.

WELL thank you for the follow!! And for thinking my stuff is cute!!!!! I do my best with that, I want all the soft things for my favs 😌

Anon said: Are you gonna draw Gojou/Getou comic?? 👉🏻👈🏻 WOULD LOVE TO READ IT

you mean an actual doujin? I don’t think I will, sorry! I’m really no good at long projects orz but thank you so much for wishing to read something like that from me!!! ;A;

Anon said: Hello! YOUR ART IS SO FREAKING GORGEOUSSSS!!! I love them so much!! If I may ask you one question. Between Getou amd Gojou, who do you see as top/bottom? Just curious

THANK YOU!!!!! And I honestly don’t care as long as they’re happy and together!!! please let them be happy and together 🙏🙏🙏

Anon said: i want you to know!!! i followed you for your kiribaku art but!!! i love your art so much that idc what you post because it's all just!!!! incredible and wonderful and stunning!!!

THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU!!!!!! this means a lot to me so seriously thank you so much!!!!

Anon said: d'you think bakugo has like headaches or migraines after training or battles because of how loud his quirk is? like, i listen to music slightly too loud and my head is sending me to hell. (unless you go with the hoh hc which is also 👌)

I like to think Baku’s body is attuned enough to his own quirk that he wouldn’t get drawbacks of the kind tbh, though that wouldn’t be a bad thought for when he just starts to increase the output/width and strength of his explosions............ well, I myself suffer from chronic headaches and migraines so I’m always up for projecting on my favs ngl lmao

Anon said:  so like... dragon kirishima's eyes glow right? like, if we equate his dragon-ness to unbreakable his eyes glow? they also glow when he's half shifted? honestly i just live glowing eyes

Oh hell yeah I’m all for that, definitely definitely, I love glowing eyes with my whole heart and Kiri’s eyes in unbreakable are just so!!!!!! NGH *chef kiss* the more of unbreakable there is in his dragon form the happier I am ( TT^TT)9

Anon said: me, scrolling through your blog: ah shit guess im gonna have to start watching jjk

!!!!! hope it won’t hurt you too much, anon!!

Anon said: dragon!kiri and bakugo having a tug-of-war match over a piece of meat. both have it in their mouths. both are determined to win.

Kiri is turned into his dragon form and Baku still wins, hell yeah

Anon said: your satosugu is top tier!! it's hard to find stuff for them that isn't straight up angst so your art has been super cool and also very very cute!! (tho if you went with angst, it wouldn't be a bad thing obviously)

AH I’m so happy to hear you like them!!!! but also happy you wouldn’t mind angst, as I do like them the best happy and soft but my brain, my brain has been throwing sads my way for a while now 👀 I got some ideas

Anon said: What program/device do you use??

Easy Paint Tool SAI and a wacom intuos!! Though I got myself an ipad+procreate just yesterday and I’ve been messing around with it, let’s see how that one goes!

Anon said: *inahles* i am simping for mohawk man please tell me everything about your ocs immediately or i will detonate

THANK YOU FOR LIKING HIM HE’S CALLED DAVIDE Dav for short, he’s a cat of a man and a music instrument enthusiast (mostly string ones, but he’s very good with the piano as well) - he works in a music instruments store, and he’s a uni student majoring in philosphy! He doesn’t like bothersome things, he isn’t very good at taking anything seriously or putting effort in stuff, but he’s very chill to spend time with and generally a nice chat both if you want mindless thoughts or deep conversations (he’s a philosophy major after all). He can’t sing for shit, he’s got two cats (tago and schelly!), and he just wants a quiet life to laze around but all his friends are hurricanes in human bodies, but then again, he picked them himself so he can’t complain. He’s a good boy!! I’m planning a comic for him and his boy Ross >:]

[justice4harwin]

Darklina prompt

Inspired by Taylor Swift’s Champagne problems

A/N: TBH, I’m not sure this is the actual assigment, but the lines of the song that I choose are just too lovely for me and I could’t help it. It wrote itself, i swear

I don’t know if this is what you had in mind @mayatried but I hope you like it :)

Set during S&B

“Your Midas touch on the Chevy door

November flush and your flannel cure”

Alina treaded carefully through the dark. Night seemed to be abandoning its deepest cycle, but there was yet time before the sun arose. Everyone at the Little Palace slept, even Baghra in her hut -she suspected the woman slept, at least-, and Alina had begun to take advantage of such lonely hours to practice.

She walked around first, rounding part of the lake before taking a turn into a maze.

She liked the place. The polished bushes bloomed with flowers of various colors carefully planted within by the gardeners, and there were stone benches here and there.

A part of her wanted to get lost in there and never be found.

She shuddered and rubbed her arms, wishing she had taken a thicker kefta with her instead of the one currently upon her more rounded figure.

It was still strange, looking in the mirror and no longer seeing the bones of the ribs through the soft skin, or seeing her cheekbones softer and pink and full.

Her hands went up. She liked her new cheekbones. She felt pretty.

Deep into the maze, she shook her head to rid it of such frivolous thoughts and took a firm stand.

She closed her eyes and called the power inside of her. She had been able to summon after letting it all go at Baghras hut, but her progress was slow.

She supposed once couldn't heal a lifetime wound in a few weeks, but everyone had their eyes on her now, so maybe she'd have to suck it up.

A small bulb of light appeared in her hand, taking the shape of a sphere. She smiled softly, feeling its warmth.

Gently, she disentangled a hand and created another sphere of light.

Doing her best to ignore the cold and the sleepiness, she willed the spheres to stretch and join.

Trembling, they did.

It's a start.

She then forced them to unify into one long stick of light, flexible like a whip, and then she stretched her arms, elongating the light.

Next, she tried to grab a solid hold of the light with one hand and let the other drop.

To her surprise, it didn't burn her; it just filled her with a sense of power and surety.

Hesitant, lifted her arm, the light going with her, and slashed.

The flowers  on a big stone vase banished as if they had never existed, yet the stone remained practically untouched; a black, long spot its only scar.

"Impressive."

She jumped, turning to see The Darkling stepping forward, that blank expression on his face making it hard for her to believe him.

"I thought it wasn't enough." She said, remembering his words.

"It's not." He said, matter-of-factly, and Alina felt a small sting on her chest. "But you managed to get a solid, physical hold of your power already, however short lived it was, and that was impressive. It should have taken you more time."

She felt herself blushing under his praise.

"How did you find me?"

He remained silent for a moment or two, calculating probably as he always seemed to do. She couldn't really distinguish his features that well in the dark.

"Sometimes I like to sit at the edge of the lake to think. I find the still water most calming."

"You have a lot on your plate, don't you?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

He seemed to have huffed a laugh.

"You don't have to worry about me. Your only job is to strengthen your power."

"But I do!" She hurried to say,cheeks red. "I-I mean, I worry about you."

She looked down, and barely felt him approach as his boots stepped on the grass.

"You do?" She wasn't sure what to make of his tone, but Alina felt the need to reach out and take his hand.

Instead, she took a step forward and summoned her light, delicately running it over his face. He looked perfect, as usual, yet she wondered…

"When was the last time you slept?"

He chuckled, not turning away from her light.

"Do I look tired to you, Summoner?"

"No, but Genya is a miracle worker."

His lips quirked up.

"She is, indeed."

"A pity her talents are wasted on the queen and king." Alina said before she could even think of holding her tongue.

She tensed, but The Darkling nodded slowly, a shadow passing over his face.

"It is. She looks like a candle with her white kefta, but she'd be a walking flame in red."

Alina couldn't hide her surprise. Would he dare to promote her?

The Darkling stretched his arm out.

"But no more talk about that. Come, I shall teach you something."

Learning from The Darkling himself? Alina would never miss the chance. 

She eagerly followed him deeper into the maze, into a spacious area occupied only by grass.

Gracefully, he sat down.

"Next to me."

Much less gracefully, she did as he commanded, trying not to get grass or mud on her kefta. She placed her legs underneath her body and her hands on her lap, more than ready to soak in all the information he had to give.

She looked at his profile and felt her breath caught. Even in the dark, his pale face seemed perfectly clear to her.

She leaned her back against the wall of bushes, wincing only slightly as some small sticks pinched her back.

“Now what?”

“Are you afraid of your powers?” he asked.

“No.” she was too quick to reply.

“Do not lie to me, miss Starkov. I don’t take kindly to deceit.” he spoke calmly, yet she felt a small flicker of fear roll over her body.

“I am.” she muttered, so quietly she herself almost didn’t hear the words. She bit down on her lip and then opened her mouth: “I’m scared to not be enough to destroy The Fold. I feel like I’m not advancing fast enough. I’m also scared of how powerful I could get if I,...if I unleash it, and I’m scared it’ll consume me and I’ll let it.”

And that was only part of it. What if she accidentally hurt someone innocent? What if she failed? Why did people keep watching her in such various ways?

“A power, a gift like ours, is not bestowed upon just anyone. We have it because we were meant to wield it; because we are the only ones strong enough.” he leaned towards her, his expression almost gentle. “You will be magnificent, miss Starkov. I am well aware of what you could accomplish, and if you do get too lost, I’ll be right there to pull you back.”

“Do you promise?” she felt silly asking, like a child, but she needed some reassurance.

Everyone was so expectant of her, of great achievements she was terrified of, that having someone who could understand her and seemed to genuinely believe in her capabilities -without making a fuss or calling her a Saint- sent a tidal wave of reassurance that could’ve dropped her on her ass if she hadn’t been already seated.

“I do.” he replied, his voice filling the entire space they occupied. He leaned back, face blank again. “Now, close your eyes.”

Alina did as he said.

“Deep breaths.”

She slowly took in a big gulp of cold, late-autumn air. She shivered.

“Now,” he said, and his voice sounded right by her ear, his beard brushing against her soft skin and threatening to ruin the whole process. “Feel the light.”

“It’s the middle of the night.”

“It’s inside you, miss Starkov.”

“Alina.”

He said nothing, but she felt him tense. “Feel it.”

She reached down, deep within herself for that almost familiar warmth, and smiled softly when it answered her with an enthusiastic twinkle.

“Now, imagine it all over your body, every inch of it, warm and gold.”

That twinkle in her chest seemed to have steadied, and with the utmost focus, Alina began to picture it covering her chest, travelling down her arms and legs, all the way to the tips of her toes. 

She shivered again, the sudden change in temperature taking her body by surprise.

She opened her eyes and looked down, and found a faint glow on her hands. She felt the currents of wind but they didn’t affect her. She was as warm as if she were well sunked in a hot bath.

She looked up at The Darkling, who almost smirked; she was sure of it!

“Well, now I know I won’t freeze to death on the mountains.”

“You plan on going to the mountains?” he asked, almost amused.

She flushed.

“N-no, it was,...um, it was a joke.”

He chuckled silently, and Alina tilted her head as he shifted in his place.

“You’re cold.”

“I am perfectly fine;  thank you, Alina.” he answered, the perfect liar.

The use of her name made her falter, and after a second it made her feel more secure, however odd that may sound. She scooted closer to him and again, bought her hand up to his cheek. It was cold.

The Darkling almost seemed startled for a moment, but then, when Alina thought he might push her away, he slowly lifted his arm, bringing her to his side.

She looked up at the stars shining down on them, at the full moon, so beautiful and unreachable, just, or so she thought, as the man next to her.

“Can you feel the warmth too?” she asked softly.

A moment passed and she felt his lips ghost over her hair.

“I can feel you, Alina.”

She couldn’t help but smile and cuddle even closer, daring to press her front to his side and take a hold of his dark cloak.

Slowly, he placed his chin atop of her head.

Alina didn’t move, enjoying the moment. Cheeks red as they could be and her heart beating faster than a rabbit’s. She just enjoyed the silent environment, the quiet rustle of leaves and the voices of night.

Cuddling with the most powerful, dangerous man in all of Ravka, Alina felt the pressure set upon her shoulders since she arrived at the Little Palace fade away, like it didn’t matter. Yes, it was a tough task; but just like with anything that proved difficult, she’d advance little by little.

She dared to wrap an arm around his midsection, his own free arm engulfing her as well as he muttered something.

His breathing had slowed and steadied, his heart beat strong inside its cavity.

Carefully, she lifted her eyes as best she could without moving him, and realized he had fallen asleep.

With a contented sigh, she buried her face into his chest and closed her own eyes.

Somehow, the feel of his cloak around her, his frame against her, and her dim light keeping them warm felt far more comfortable than the luxurious bed all but forgotten in her bedroom.