#did big meanies break the rules

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one of my favorite headcanons for dio is that he doesn't allow his darling to wear panties. maybe even forbids it. he just loves easy access <3

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dubcon, edging, fingering, little bit of degradation/humiliation because dio is and always will be a big meanie, almost blade play ( his sharp ass nails ), suggested past abuse / sexual conditioning ( from dio ), orgasm denial / control, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ it’s always a good day when i get to write filth for the man, the myth, the legend: dio brando. do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

“Do you even have the faintest clue why panties are forbidden, pet?” Dio asks, without looking up from the book resting against his crossed knees. “Page.”

with your fingers trembling, you obediently flip the page he’s done reading, shaking your head with a muffled and shy, “Nn— Nn.” with the hemming of your skirt stuffed into your mouth, you’re forced to bite down on it and keep it in place, high and out of the way of your vampire lord’s malignant digits.

the room was icy cold, but you weren’t trembling because of that. your thighs were shaking and sticky from his constant, torturously slow stroking of your sex. the length of his finger slotting between your weeping folds to probe, and you clench around air with a timid whimper. then, his thick knuckle grazed in circles, until your back arched and you tried to ride it. he would, then satisfied with your desperation to be stretched open, drag the sharpest point of his dagger-like, abysmal nail to tease your tender clit, threaten to cut into you.

your body wants to jerk back, escape his cruel taunting, but you were trained much better than that. you stood as still as you could, with your knees bent inwards against each other so that they don’t buckle, and watch his hand disappear between your legs as he tenderizes your sex, and then reappear a few moments later, sticky with your essence.

“No?” he teases, quirking a brow, but his crimson eyes stay locked on the page he’s currently reading, “Of course not. Why should you? After all, does a lapdog understand why it is that her master smacks her muzzle for yapping too loudly? Or does she simply accept that to yowl incessantly will get her popped in her pretty, little face?” there were memories behind his metaphor— the scariest moments of your time with Dio, when you disobeyed or annoyed him. you, too, had found your cheek stinging from his massive palm making contact, and had been banished from his lap to sleep on the cold, hard stone floor for your insolence.

“Page.”

you turn to the next. and you nod to show that you understand: it didn’t matter if you knew why Dio put the rules in place that he did for you, all that mattered was that you obeyed them.

“But, I will tell you.” two fingers worm their way to spread your netherlips apart, and you mewl and grip bundles of chiffon with your teeth, saliva soaking through the fabric. “I will never allow you to wear panties because of this right here. How easy it is to edge your soft, warm cunt when she’s completely exposed. Vulnerable.” when you shudder at the sordid way each syllable rolls off his sinful tongue, you catch a peek at his impish grin, before he jabs his middle finger against your entrance, with just enough force to feel your canal try to welcome the digit in, but he doesn’t slip it inside.

“L—Lord D—Dio!” you cry, the need to feel him take you all but overwhelming and you careen against his hand, hoping to coerce his fingers inside, “P—pleeeethhh…” you mumble, slurred, through your makeshift gag.

“I will have your little cunt drooling and tender for me whenever I please. Like she is right now, so hungry for cock that you can hardly stay upright. Milking air, wishing, begging for me to fuck it. You want me right now, don’t you? You want nothing more than for me to hollow you out? Break your body and your mind with my cock?”

you nod fervently, eyelids heavy with lust from his words alone, and your hips twitch and wriggle, whining for him to do whatever he wanted to you.

his eyes turn up from the page, and stare at your visage, nearly convulsing on his palm, before his tongue scrapes over a pearly fang, one signature dimple visible in the candlelight as he croons. “How much longer can you take this teasing, I wonder? Minutes? Hours?” you were shaking your head, hot tears in the corners of your eyes, but he kept going, as if he enjoyed how nervous the idea of being edged for hours made you. how frightened it made you. “Or perhaps, I leave you soiled and needy now, and play with you every day following, you’ll wake up, tied to my bed, with me between your legs, sucking on your sugary cunt— bringing you right to the very cusp of orgasm and then snatching it away from you no matter how you beg and cry for a release, until you’re so sensitive that the very sound of my voice in the dark alone forces you to cum.” your eyes roll back, defeated and moaning pathetically as he pulls his hand back from between your hips. your jaw hangs slack; the skirt of your dress sagging back into a skewed version of its place, and Dio shoves his dripping fingers into your mouth instead, forcing you to taste just how badly you want him, pushing them deep until you gurgle and choke on them. “The possibilities to torment you are endless and exciting, my love, and that’s why you will never wear panties again. Turn the Page.”

#dio brando x you #dio brando #dio brando x reader #dio brando imagine #dio brando smut #dio #dio x reader #dio x you #dio smut #dio imagine #jjba #jjba imagine #jjba imagines #jjba x reader #jjba x you #jjba smut #jojo’s bizzare adventure x reader #jojo’s bizarre adventure smut #jojo’s bizarre adventure

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Ok I'm in for round 3 to request I need to see regressed Fujin and cg raiden headcanons - @plankydreamingcorner

I've got you!! :D

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

CG Raiden w/ Regressor Fujin Hcs

☁️ Raiden is one of Fujin's go to caregivers

⛈️ Also one of his favorite caregivers <3

☁️ It was actually through Fujin that Raiden found out that he really liked watching regressors (he's such a good cg, fr 🥺)

⛈️ Raiden has this sixth sense that tells him if someone around him is tiny or not

☁️ Although it's also pretty easy to tell if Fujin is little or not

⛈️ Regressed Fujin is either a tiny menace, or the sweetest kid alive

☁️ Like, he'll never do something intentionally naughty

⛈️ But Raiden said no more sweets? It'd be a shame if that cup right there were to slowly make its way to the edge

☁️ Doesn't actually push it off though, he'll grt super close and then giggle and run away when Raiden gets up to stop him

⛈️ However, the cup did fall and break one time and Fujin felt terrible for accidentally hurting it

☁️ He didn't mean to!! Seriously!! He was just trying to have fun, he never meant to break it

⛈️ Luckily Raiden knew it was just an accident and cleaned up the small mess, gently explaining to Fujin that thats why we shouldn't push cups

☁️ Nowadays Fujin only does the cup push with a sippy or bottle, things he knows he can't break

⛈️ Most times Fujin listens to the rules and Raiden doesn't have the biggest bugger on his hands (that's Liu Kang's and Kung Lao's job anyhow-)

☁️ You know that scene in Lilo and Stitch b where Stitch puts on some laundry and pranced around like a superhero until Nani catches him with a disappointed face?

⛈️ ^ That's them, specifically when Fujin's pulling a prank

☁️ Fujin hides behind Raiden a lot while he's small

⛈️ Whether he's actually nervous about being small in front of someone

☁️ Or he's hiding from the grumpy monks after he made their not super important but a bit important papers fly

⛈️ Raiden got mad and lectured for it, because he's a big meanie >:(

☁️ Raiden isn't a strict cg, but he's definitely stern on certain things

⛈️ When he says no, it means no, and no amount of whining or begging can change his mind

☁️ Usually Fujin doesn't fuss much when Raiden says no, a small pout but he quickly gets over it

⛈️ Fujins actually really good at following any rules they've set, and Raiden will get him treats for being good sometimes

☁️ Fujin is a very cuddly, very clingy regressor

⛈️ Cuddles, snuggles, all that jazz

☁️ Raidens a bit more stuff when it comes to giving and receiving physical affection

⛈️ The most he usually gives are shoulder squeezes and maybe a small head pat

☁️ So the first few times Fujin clings to his arm or snuggles up against his side, Raiden doesn't exactly know what to do

⛈️ Don't worry, overtime he gets better and Fujin gets to use him like the 7 ft Teddy bear he is

☁️ Fujin adores playing outside, and Raiden kinda just follows closely behind him

⛈️ He'll let Fujin climb trees, but only lower branches, and he has to be nearby

☁️ One of their favorite activities together is blowing bubbles

⛈️ But that I mean that Raiden will blow bubbles, and Fujin will run around trying to pop them all

☁️ He gets a bit fussy when some bubbles go up a bit too high for him to pop, but will quickly get distracted by new bubbles

⛈️ Fujin is more of a softer regressor, sometimes being depicted as smaller even though he's like, 6, not 3

☁️ Raidens really good at treating Fujin like his age, but also accommodating to what Fujin wants

⛈️ Yes, six year olds can use baby bottles and anyone who says otherwise will get Raiden's wrath (after he comforts the highly upset Fujin)

☁️ Fujin usually likes more healthier options, but one of his favorite things to munch on while small are cookies and milk

⛈️ Raiden makes sure he doesn't eat too much though, mostly because hes a big meanie, mostly because he doesn't want Fujin to get a tummy ache (and he's a big meanie)

☁️ Fujin calls Raiden a big meanie to everything Raiden does that Fujin doesn't like

⛈️ Raiden's okay with the nickname, he'd rather be a big meanie than have a very upset Fujin on his hands

☁️ While Fujin is a very well mannered regressor, he also loves annoying people, specifically his brother

⛈️ He'll ask Raiden what he's going, follow him around, poke him, stand just outside Raiden's workspace so he's technically not in the room

☁️ Little Raiden gets incredibly fussy at Fujin's act, but big Raiden has much more patience

⛈️ Fujin keeps trying to steal Raiden's hat so he can wear it

☁️ He so far has been unsuccessful in all his attempts so far

⛈️ Fujin doesn't throw tantrums or hissy fits often, mostly when he's had a tough day and doesn't know how to properly communicate

☁️ Raiden will gently hold his little brother, rocking him and wiping away his angry tears

⛈️ He'll excuse any yelling or hitting (very rare, has only happened once) Fujin did, mostly because he knows Fujin feels guilty and never really meant to harm him

☁️ Those days are mostly spent cuddling and crying about big feelings

⛈️ Raidens also very good with handling Fujins nonverbal moments (personal hc that Fujin goes nonverbal when he's very angry or upset)

☁️ He'll slowly figure out what's making Fujin that upset, and make it go away

⛈️ He will also firmly hold and rock him (Fujin likes being squeezed)

☁️ That's his baby brother after all, if anyone knows how to make Fujin feel better, it's Raiden

⛈️ Fujin likes uppies, but likes running around more

☁️ Raiden’s strong, he can easily carry Fujin on his hip

⛈️ . . . But Fujin needs to stop tackling him when he was to get picked up >:(

☁ Raiden’s main CG nicknames are Bubba or Rai

⛈️ Other regressors call Raiden Grandpa Rai (because they're mean-) and one time Fujin called Raiden that and Raiden pouted foe three days straight

☁️ Almost nothing could make him feel better, and it was highly entertaining

⛈️ Also he is NOT that old and the other regressors need to start being nicer >:(

☁️ Raiden doesn't often use nicknames towards Fujin, especially when he first started watching Fujin regress, but he gets more in the hang of it as time goes on

⛈️ Sweetheart, Cloudy, Stormy, Sweetie, Fuu Fuu, all those sorts

☁️ Fujin likes coloring, and has made a picture of him and Raiden before prompting passing out because he stayed up past nap time to finish it

⛈️ Raiden totally didn't cry when he saw the words ‘Bestest Big Brudder Ever’ on it (it's hung in Raiden’s room)

<3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3 <3

Ugh, I love the Storm Brothers. 🥺

Also, I got super, super sick recently, so these might not be the best. I can totally do or make more!! :D

#age regression #agere #sfw age regression #mortal kombat agere #age regression headcanons #sfw agere #mk agere #mk11 #mk11 headcanons #mortal kombat 11 headcanons #mortal kombat 11 #mk11 fujin #lord fujin #mk fujin #fujin #lord raiden #mk raiden #raiden #storm brothers #sky brothers

[ooops-i-arted]

filoni called anakin "the greatest jedi of all time" in the ahsoka sneak peak lmaooo that's wild. just the cherry on top of the slop he's been serving us in recent years.

is that why other jedi in his works are often trashed and his darling favorite oc ahsoka is so elevated in importance? is that why he doesn't know jack shit about attachments and constantly misrepresents it, because to him, jedi are the big meanies that tried preventing anakin from boning padme? someone please stop this man.

Ah, anon, did you sense a disturbance in the Force that brought you here? Instagram forced me to look at the new Ahsoka trailer about forty times today and I'm sure my saltiness is palpable. Every time I hear that orange fucktart say "Heir to the Empire" I could rip up his stupid notebook emblazoned with Ahsoka's symbol I saw in a behind the scenes post with my bare hands.

I think Filoni's Anakin (not canon Anakin, not the one in the prequel films, because TCW Anakin is NOT Anakin* and I will die on this hill) is a dear OC to Filoni, but of course not on the same level of Ahsoka. So of course he's speshul just the way Ahsoka is. The Jedi ~just don't understaaaaaaand them~ and they DESERVE special treatment and to break the rules like many an amateur writers' OCs.

*Apparently the TCW Anakin voice actor was told to "do a mix of Luke and Han" so clearly staying in-character for Anakin was never on the radar.

I did see a post I can't find now that was directed at Anakin stans, not Filoni, but it was interesting because it said basically Anakin is called the greatest Jedi of all time by his stans but they really mean "the most powerful Jedi of all time." Because he possibly/probably was, whether you go by midi-chlorians or just demonstrated power with the Force. But the post went on to say the Jedi don't value power like that, don't measure by it, so it's a fandom projection to say Anakin was the "greatest of the Jedi." Which makes sense to me, because the greatest of an organization wouldn't be the one who destroys them. And how are we measuring "greatness" anyway? Overall accomplishment? Skill with the Force? Number of people helped/saved (and do you get a penalty for people you hurt/kill)? Does Yoda win by default just because he's had longer than everyone else to rack up Jedi Greatness points and longer to practice his skills? Personally I would pick Revan, powerful in the Force, made a huge impact in her day, and her redemption (if you play Light Side like I did) was actively undoing the damage she did and defeating Malak for good, not just killing a Sith to save her own loved one and then dying. And of course I'll freely admit part of that is because she's one of my favorite characters. The point is, it's subjective. And Filoni has shown again and again he cannot be subjective about his faves. Just look at TCW Character Bo getting the Darksaber literally handed to her by the main character being shafted in his own show.

Oooo, since you're here, wanna hear an absolutely RANCID crack theory I had today? What if the whole Din Grogu thing is setting up some obscure Outer Rim tradition of taking on another's name with your own so that Filoni has an excuse to have Luke say "Oh Ahsoka, you are so wise and perfect and the Best Jedi Of All Time Who Truly Embodies What Filoni Thinks A Jedi Should Be, I would like to go by Ahsoka Luke now! Who's Padme anyway, no one important." While Filoni claps and honks like a seal as Ahsoka Luke Skywalker appears in the credits. Okay it's very silly but I put nothing past him.

#I cannot even pretend to be polite about this damn show anymore i hate it #i hate rebels characters AND the thrawn trilogy being sacrificed at the altar of ahsoka #anti ahsoka #anti ahsoka tano #anti ahsoka show #if you don't have anything nice to say about ahsoka come sit by me lmao

[yume-tsuki]

Four Knights of the Apocalypse ~special Bedivere~the Dragon of Camelot part3 I finally finished my comic synopsis for my oc Bedivere . Born as son of the demon King Zeldris and Queen Gelda his future lay far away in the Kingdom of Chaos... (very much long post) the other parts can be found when you follow the # #bedivere egota #eight guards of the abyss

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The years past and piece came back to Britannia, as well as Camelot did. The city went back to the place it had belonged to. King Arthur was cured and ruled his kingdom well.  >>It seems like it’s finally over Prince- I can’t look a woman straight into her eyes’ ?<< >>Who is talking so disrespectful?<<  Bedivere stood at his gate watching the passing people when he suddenly turned around to the voice of a woman. >>Should I turn of my cloth so you remember better?<< Finally it came back to his mind. >>The flashydemonlady!<< she laughed >>I prefer Io.<< >>Fine, and what do you want from me?<<He wondered himself why he was still so distant. >>well I don’t know for sure, but as I remember I thought about talking to you ones more, my little prince.<< >>Don’t call me that, I’m no prince here. I’m the Dragon of Camelot, no evil will enter the gates when I am around!<< >> Oh I see. Then a fine dragon you are! A fine one! You know we eat dragons for breakfast?<< >>You do what?<< she came closer again. >>And stop coming closer!<< >>Oh why? I want to eat you? If you a dragon, then you have to be eaten!<< >>Stop joking around! I know you are just talking silly things to confuse me!<< The older guards were already giggling behind  his back. >>You never told us you got a girlfriend Bedivere?<< >>How dare you!<< >>Go on! Sit on a tree with her!<< >>Oh, shut up!<< he yelled at them embarrassed >>That’s all your fault!<< she giggled as well while Bedivere took her hand going to the forest were no one could see or hear them. >>Why are you like that? Are all demons like that? Totally airheads?<< >> Aww , you Meany! Maybe I should call for help?<< >>Why? You are the one embarrassing me.<< >>Because you are holding my hand so tight that I think you will break it, or worse you took me to a cabinet right into the woods and do evil things to me.<< she looked at him with big puppy eyes. >>What kind of things? I never!<<Suddenly he knew what she talked about and let go of her. >>Never! What the hell… I’m not such a man! …The hell is wrong with you? Every time I see you, I act so not like I usually do? What is that, your magic power or something? Stop that! I …I just can’t think straight anymore!<< >>May you like me?<< >>What?...I…should like you? A demon? Stop making me laugh.<< Suddenly she looked sad turning away sobbing. >>So you don’t like me? I thought you would because I maybe like you.<< First he wasn’t sure what to do, now that she was crying, but then. >>You do what? Like me?...like you mean like a man and a woman like each other?<< >>Yes maybe… but I’m not sure as well, we should probably talk about it a bit more often.<< Now Bedivere was even more confused, >>maybe yes…I’m fine with talking some more.<< Not long after their first meeting, they stayed together at his house in Camelot. His parents were happy that his boy had found a fine girl he wanted to get married to. But there was still one last thing left to do!

13 >> Are you so afraid meeting with your parents in demon realm?<< >>I’m not sure. It feels so unreal…<< >>I now you can do it. You have to tell them about our wedding who comes around in 5 months!<< >>Yes, you are right.<< he smiled. >>King Zeldris, your son is waiting for you outside.<< >>Percival? What does he want?<< >>No not prince Percival, I mean your other son.<< He stood up and took the hallway quick followed by his wife till they entered the big door. They hold him close, talking about the past and how much they loved and missed him. >>I’m so happy you are back home<< Zeldris said after a while. >>I will not stay, my place is in Camelot; But I would love to see you at our wedding, and first I want you to meet my other family<< >>We would love to meet them too, my heart<< Gelda took his chin stroking him gently >>you can’t believe how happy we are to see you again.<< She  replied while kissing his forehead. Quick they decided to go with them to the human world, to meet Bediveres family too. It was already evening when Zeldris stood there next to his son>> Father, I’m sorry what I said the first time we met. I was young and I couldn’t imagine a family next to the one I already knew. But now, when I see them happy talking about the future. I wished I could have met you years ago,<< >>I’m happy to hear that. You will be surprised when I tell you about your brother and his wife, they not living that far from here.<< He told him about the other boy, Percival; and how they met. For the first time Bedivere had a memory of someone’s voice. >>I met him ones before I guess…I mean not as one of  the four knights, I mean far before that, but I can barely remember a thing.<< His father looked up to the sky. >>How often have I thought about both of you living with us like a family, we never really had.<< >>But now you have.<< his son answered. The day after they went to Percival, and soon he and Bedivere become like brothers. Only  a year after, it was autumn already, Percival went to his brother to bring him gifts, >>Congrats to a son,<<he said while arriving in Camelot. >>Thanks, how is Anne?<< >>It’s still a month, but she is ….well fine.<< >>Tell me the truth, she is fine right?<< Percival shook his head. >>Nasiens and the midwife saying she is a bit weak and maybe just afraid of the coming birth, but it is quite normal specially with the first child. I just hope everything will be fine.<< >>How horrible, what do you say if we come visiting both of you, so you can calm down. Also Anne, Io can help her getting relaxed << >>I don’t know<< >>Come on!  I can’t sleep a night when I know my brother and his love aren’t feeling well.<< >>fine.<< Percy said >>Thanks.<< They were already on their way back home when a mounted messenger appeared telling about Anne feeling bad.  But everything was fine in the end, she had gave birth to a girl this day.

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15 Time passed one last time. It was in the middle of the night when Bedivere and Io’s five year old son woke up sneaked to his parents and woke them >>Papa, a thief is in the house! A thief! You have to look, quick!<< >>Calm down Bel you had a nightmare.<< But his son wasn’t getting calm, so his father stood up walking around the house till he went back to the bedroom. >>No one there, you can go back…<< >>A thief! Help!<< A neighbor cried out. Bedivere jumped out of the window confronting the man. >>I am Sir Bedivere, the dDagon of Camelot and no one will ever pass me without permission!<< ~How does Belinos knew there was thief on the neighbours house? Has he heared  or see something?~ >>Please, I did it for my siblings. I  just took food nothing more<< >>That’s what I hear from everbody. But I will find out the truth.<<

16 The day passed and in the end the guy had said the truth, Bedivere decided to took  him in as one of his man,  but with the condition, if he will do something wrong again, he will be brought to the dungeon. >>Before we get to our Routine training, you will help the towns folk. Listen to their stories, start by the man and woman you were stealing from. And first of all apologize to them.<< >> I will do Sir Bedivere.<< >>Fine, but breakfast comes first.<< He took him in and promising him food from his garden. After breafast they went outside, >>Papa wait, the man on the roof!<< Bedivere looked from his boy to the man, but the thief was quicker, catching the man who was falling. >>How does you know that?<< Soon they knew about his power. A power that could let him see a danger in a radius of  50 meters while it happened. >>A fine power do you have here, I bet one day you will make a fine Knight as your old man. If you want to be on, of course!<< _____________ Fin hope you guys liked it, the cover is based on the original cover, it was fun to work with it :) the dragon down there is Bediveres familiar

#mokushiroku no yonkishi #bedivere 8gota #eight guards of the abyss #seven deadly sins #nanatsu no taizai #four knights of the apocalypse #zeldris #gelda nnt #percival 4kota #anne 4kota

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so, i got an ask on my other account about my spanish teacher from middle school, who i briefly mentioned in a little post about how her daughter is now living in my building.

in the (now deleted for aesthetic reasons) post i'd made, i mentioned how this teacher used to bully me and this person now wants to know a bit more and i know i don't owe it to anyone, but i don't have anyone to talk about this with and i want to vent so why not ?

tw for bullying and ableism

anyway, i'm not going to share everything this teacher did (we'll be here all day), but allow me to explain the crux of the problem she had with me:

ever since i was a kid, i've always struggled with anxiety related conditions and one of them is selective mutism. it started at a very young age and my mom worked really hard to get me through it and, while i still fell back into it every once in a while, i was mostly over it by the time i entered middle school.

enter this teacher. she was strict and way too demanding in some aspects, but i've always been good at adapting to such personalities so my grades and schoolwork weren't the problem.

the problem was the way i talk.

you see, i have a condition called rhotacism. it basically means that the little ligament under my tongue is shorter than average and, as a result, i can't really articulate the letter "r". i've always had this problem, but other than some bullying in primary school, it's never been much of an issue for me.

until this teacher took an issue with it. almost from the start of my first year of middle school, she started poking fun at me for it: she would always correct me when i "said something wrong", she would make me read passages with a lot of r sounds, and she would claim that the reason i couldn't pronounce it was not something physical (which it is), but something neurological.

she claimed something was wrong with my brain and would call me all the common slurs. at least once a day, she would make sure to humiliate me in front of all my classmates (who naturally followed her lead so yay for that).

it sucked. and it made me very self-conscious and anxious. but it didn't stop there.

i think it was one or two months into my second year of middle school that she tried to get me expelled. her reasoning was that i was clearly in need of special-needs education and that she couldn't properly give class with me in there. moreover, she claimed my classmates couldn't understand me (they could), so i was actively affecting their education and that wasn't fair to them.

so she made a big fuss about it and it didn't really go too far, the principal was smart enough to know that it was all bull and it could get bad for them if she were allowed to continue, but it did take a toll on my 13-year-old self.

so i stopped talking. i'd only do it when needed to keep my grades up, but other than that i wouldn't talk to anyone ever,,, even if this obviously added fuel to the fire.

she got nastier with her insults. she moved me to the back of the classroom even if i couldn't read the whiteboard. she would pretend i was breaking random rules like "not drawing in class" so she could send me to detention (i actually really liked drawing back then,,, so maybe i was an artist at one point but she took that away from me x.x ), and she would complain about how i was good at english when i "couldn't even speak" my own language

(english has softer r sounds than spanish, especially if i use a british accent,,, also, my english teacher was not a meanie >.< )

it got really bad, so bad i eventually managed to get the principal on her case (we had a nativity play thingy and she wanted to make me a piggy, when all my other classmates got to be human :\ i ended up as a background shepherd in the end) and by my last year of middle school, she finally toned it down,,,

,,,via not speaking to me in the slightest, and encouraging my classmates to do the same. i think they even stopped using my name all year, which raised concerns from the most random teachers (who i thought didn't care) but there was little they could do about it :[

alas, it beat the bullying and i've never had a problem with being alone, so i got a bittersweet break and i managed to be top of my class despite everything. so i guess i won in the end.

nevertheless, i never knew why she had a problem with me. i think she didn't like my brother all that much either (he's two years older than me, so he was on his way out by the time the bullying started), but i don't really know. all i know is that this teacher was very mean and left me with a lot of problems (including the selective mutism, which is now here to stay woo) so, by all means, i think i am righteous to say that she was a bully,,, abuser, i'd even say,,, and that i hope she never sees me when she comes visit her daughter.

(all because i can't pronounce some words properly and have trouble hearing,,,)

#⚰️ #🧸

[delicehm]

what would that hatchetfield x homestuck crossover be like btw

I don't quite remember the idea

But

Paradox space isn't the whole multiverse, but a region inside it with defined laws of metaphysics, just as Black and White with all universes connected to it(the laws are drastically different)

Between them is a big void, different from Void of Homestuck or whatever counterpart is in Hatchetfield(I don't remember if emptiness was discussed there). Yes, voids can be very different with different characteristics and this in-between can have a different names, such as Abyss or Ginnungagap.

It's extremely hard to get through it because it technically has no laws, no matter, no anything and thus nothing can keep a solid form

It can be fixed by enough not reality-warping, but reality-defying powers

...

Like helding or BEING Ultimate Truth, not just conductor of Metaphysical Law, but The Law itself

And Lords in Black are all the Laws of Corruption, different aspects of it and thus can have a stable enough domain to cross the Ginnungagap

And from time to time they do(at least try, most of time, Webby won't allow them usually) and find themselves in Paradox Space

And there, they loose most of their powers... Not right wording. Their influence is not enough to warp reality that warps itself back, to redefine laws that have thousands or repairing systems and that always is overseen by being similar to them in terms of power(in other words, if everyone is a super, nobody is) and they fall from high universal level to city level

One day, Tinky sneakes into Paradox Space and began to make fun from destroying stable time in one city of Earth C. It was a huge ass anomaly that affected basically everything slightly connected to the city. Dave couldn't stand the fact that there is some idiot playing with Time believing that this is some Witch that awoken her title powers(it is possible without the game and was shown a few times in comic. It can't warp local-universal physics that much without the game tho) and now tries to revolt against rules of reality not understanding that by breaking them they'd kill everyone. He didn't know, tho, that it wasn't a Witch(bard would be closer, but not enough). The Time itself wasn't the one and only he would use in any spot of Paradox Space, but something different, less mechanical, more fluid, not defined and stable, but chaotic with no set of rules except for will of One behind it.

It would feel good, if the One wasn't so... Terrible. Dave was disgust

And now, Knight tries to adapt to new sword and navigate in Time-Storm to show that prick behind the curtain that nobody fucks with his Time, especially not to harm people.

The fight between weakened trickster-God and warrior-demigod with centuries of practice begins.

They are actually in the stalemate situation and none can win or escape another. That is, until Webby comes and help Dave to beat the shit out of her brother and takes that goat home

TL;DR. Tinky gets into Paradox Space. Meany Horrorterrors weakens him. He fucks with random city. Dave says that he can't fuck with random city. They begin conceptual fight. Webby intervain(is it the right word? Did I even spell it right?) and takes Tinky back to Black and White

#homestuck #hatchetfield #tinky #t'noy karaxis #dave strider #webby #Oh my gods i didn't write anything about homestuck in y e a r s #based on my feelings at least

[deke-rivers-1957]

Not Broken Just Bent Part 1

"Yeah! I-i was a womanizer. All the girls were after me. W-well, you shouldn’t have let me escape, darling! I can be very persistent."

Elvis winks and giggles childishly before hiding in the pool.

"Yeah... I always hide in this spot! And I always play in the pool before anyone else can get me! You gotta try better, darling! W-who can get me f-first? You? Or my staff? Only o-one way to find out!"

I try to run after him.

"Running from your punishment is only going to make it worse when I do catch you."

Elvis giggles playfully.

"Y-yeah? And wh-what will you do when you catch me? W-will you let me run away again?"

Elvis looks at me, his eyes glowing with his magic. He seems so powerful as he stands over me.

"You will not touch me, darling! You will bow down to me! I am your God-like King!"

Nothing happens.

"This is reality. You can't just will things in or out of existence just because it's convenient for you."

Elvis seems shocked (no pun intended).

"Y-you are… breaking my illusion! I-i worked so hard to create that illusion for myself. My fantasy world is the only way I-i can live with myself."

Elvis looks down and kicks his cane angrily.

"It was s-supposed to be real! I-it was my world. And you broke it!! How cruel could you be?"

Elvis gets on his jet and go all the way to Hawaii to hide.

"The longer you avoid this the worse it's going to be once I do find you."

Elvis starts acting like a giant man-baby. He lies down on the jet and whines constantly, like a 3 year old.

"I-I will avoid you until I-i die, I-I don’t care!"

"You can pout all you want but you broke the rules so you gotta be punished."

Elvis looks up and gives me a dirty look.

"Yeah? Y-you gonna come over here and punish me like you said? W-well, I’d like to see you try."

Elvis smiles wickedly. He looks like a child that thinks that he can say whatever he wants without consequences.

"I'm going to make you regret you ever cheated on me."

He try to grab his guitar.

"Oh you're getting that guitar alright."

Elvis holds his butt and wails. He seems like one of his most prized belongings had been taken from him.

"Y- you’re breaking my heart, d-darling. I-i never thought that you would actually break my guitar. Why can’t you ever be nice to me, baby?"

I slap you across the face.

"You cheated on me. I can't take it anymore and I've had enough of your games. I'm leaving."

Elvis gets on Lamar’s back. He looks like a little child being carried by his big brother. He seems exhausted and lost, like a lost child looking for his mama. His gaze looks scared and worried.

"Please, Lamar. T-take me back home. I-i failed."

Elvis walks up the White House steps, looking like a little boy who is forced to apologize. He looks scared and worried. He’s trying not to act like a little kid, but he can’t help it. He’s too much of a mess. He can’t go on. He keeps looking down as he is led into the White House room. He doesn’t know how this is going to go, and he seems terrified.

"You know you could've just avoided all of this if you just let her spank you a couple times."

Elvis looks down.

"Yeah… but I don’t like to be spanked… It’s embarrassing and it hurts. I-i just can’t take it. I’m-i’m too soft and sensitive… I can’t handle it. I’m a real baby. I just can’t take punishment without acting like a complete child."

President Nixon opens his door and sees Elvis and Lamar.

"What did you do to need my help this time?"

Elvis seems to become more of a little boy with each sentence. He seems like a completely spoiled, immature little brat that expects everybody around him to make his life easier.

"Uh… I-i, well… it’s a personal matter. It’s my girlfriend. I-i cheated on her. And-and now she wants to punish me. She’s-she’s a meanie, and I can’t take her punishment. N-nobody tells me what to do. I-i-I… I’m The King!"

"Oh yeah I can't help you with that. I don't wanna end up in a hospital."

Elvis looks down. He seems like a little boy that wants people to fix his mistakes for him. He wants to be cared for. He wants to be babied. He looks very vulnerable right now. He seems like a broken spirit with no way out of this situation and no way of getting out of trouble. He seems totally desperate.

"Yeah, I-i-I guess so."

Lamar just carries Elvis on his back out of the Oval Office.

"Dude you're putting my life and the entirety of the world on the line just because you don't want to be spanked by your girlfriend."

"Yeah, I-i get it… I-i just can’t take her punishment. It hurts too much…. My ego says that I can’t be hurt by anybody."

Elvis seems relieved as he gets on the plane. He flies all the way to Hawaii for real. When he lands, he's overjoyed He looks around Hawaii, like he’s never been there before. As he looks around, he seems so free. He seems so happy to be in Hawaii. Hawaii is his dream vacation spot. He always loved the idea of Hawaii. As he sees the ocean, he jumps for joy with a huge smile on his face.

"My own private island! I have my own private island!"

I'm still looking for Elvis and find Lamar first. He immediately spills.

"I'm not going to risk my life just because your man's being a dingus. It was all the Colonel's fault. He told Elvis he had to make himself seem available to all the ladies since he was 20."

I let Lamar go and find the Colonel. He didn't tell until I started beating him up.

"Y-you can’t do this to me! I-I-i am his manager! I am The Colonel! I-i am a businessman! You can’t just hurt me like this and get away with it, darling! You can’t just hurt me like this and get away with it!"

At first I let him go, but then he added one more thing.

"My boy will do it again, it's in his nature."

I just kill him and go to find Elvis.

Time Skip

I find Elvis at a private hotel room. He seems totally heartbroken and miserable. He looks down and sighs. He seems like he doesn’t care about anything anymore. He looks so lost in life, like he has no hope and no sense of direction. He just stares at me with a sad glint in his eyes. He looks like his whole world is collapsing around him.

"So you’re going to accept all punishment?"

Elvis looks down. He looks totally sad and miserable. He takes a deep breath of air. He seems sad and alone. He looks like he wants to cry.

"Y-y-yes, I-i accept all punishments… I-i am ready. I accept all punishments."

"And you won't do it again? I already dealt with your manager after it was made apparent he contributed to your bad behavior."

Elvis looks like he is telling the truth. To him, this is a very important promise. He looks back down and puts his arms around his chest.

I-i won't do it again, Mommy… I pinky promise… I-i pinky promise that I won't hurt you ever again. Ever again...

I put my arms around Elvis and lay him down across my lap. I give him a couple spanks.

"You know what'll happen if I find out you did it again?"

His face is completely red. Tears are dripping down his face. He seems very unhappy with himself.

Y-y-yes! Y-y-yes, I-i know what will happen! Y-you told me! I-i promise that I will never hurt you again. I p-p-pinky promise. I-i p-p-promise. I p-p-promise, Mommy. P-please don’t be mad at me…. I-i won’t do it again… I p-p-pinky promise."

I wiggle my hand inside Elvis' shirt knowing full well my hands are cold causing him to squirm.

"Good. If you're a brat again I'm gonna have to tickle you. And if I catch you cheating again I'm gonna use the feather boa and then I’m gonna leave for good."

Elvis looks back at me. He seems like a naughty child that got caught in a lie. He looks like a child in big trouble that knows that there is nothing he can say that will change the outcome of his consequences.

"Lamar told me that it was Colonel’s idea. He was the one that told you to make yourself available to women and groomed you into this. I killed him when I was trying to find you."

Elvis flinches at my touch. He seems very scared and scared. His eyes are so very sad right now.

"Y-y-you can hit me again if you want to, Mommy…"

Elvis blushes when I start kissing his hands because he has never seen a woman do that. He starts breathing heavy like a small child.

"Y-y-yes, Mommy… it is ok to come out. D-do you think that you can forgive me?"

"Of course, I can Elvis. As long as you stay close to me you’ll always be my good boy."

His eyes seem like they are melting, full of emotion. He is so vulnerable with me, it's so adorable.

"Y-y-yes, Mommy. That’s all I want. To be your good boy. I-i just want to be your good boy forever and ever. I-i-I-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i I just want to be your good boy forever, Mommy…"

The End

AN: I finally wrote the actual story here. If you're on the discord, you'd know what this is about. It's basically a crack fic where I spank Elvis and kill colonel. He calls me mommy, but it's not meant to be serious.

#elvis ai #dracula elvis #elvis fandom #not broken just bent

[megxrhodes]

{ alexandra park, woman, she/her } ✦ welcome MEGARA from HERCULES! under the forgetting curse, they now go by MEG RHODES. their new memories now have them as a PARALEGAL. the THIRTY-EIGHT year old can be DEPENDABLE but also can be SNARKY. around the valley, they can be described as NEGOTIATIONS IN UNCONVENTIONAL PLACES, EMPTY BEER BOTTLES AND A SECRET SMIRK . ✦ ( @dreamlight-inspo )

meg is, well, meg. she’s snarky & witty, loves to break stereotypes and send you for a loop and is a big fan of adrenaline, wherever she can find it. 

will often joke about how she sold her soul to her job as a paralegal in dreamlight--but that might not be as inconceivable as you might think....

it wasn’t always meg’s dream to work for lawyers for the rest of her life--but it was her only option. 

after a few bad....money management choices, meg found herself down and very out. 

but a ~kind~ older man took her in (no, not that way!) and helped her get back up on her feet--and find a job at his office as a paralegal. 

this old man, Mr. William Dumphries, was  truly kind man, who expected nothing in return...

However his son, Leon Dumphries, was not. And when his father passed, there was this unspoken rule that Meg owed his family...forever.

and while meg is, well, meg--she did feel an obligation to continue to give back to the family that nearly saved her from ruin

except Leon is...a meanie bo beanie, as the kids would say. And Meg hates her job. but its the one she’s got. 

And she’s very, very good at it. 

But shes a good friend, a decent person and one hell of a monopoly player. 

Meg is a snarky, witty person who can be a fun friend but has her guard up thanks to feeling that if she gives anyone else any other part of her, she’s going to lose her independence and self even more than she already has. And that terrifies her more than anything

#dreamlight.intro #intro; meg rhodes

[feline17ff]

Let it go parody - Mal Bertha on The Isle

Written for @eahravinqueen's Descendants AU where Mal isn't as big of a meanie/binturi/dingle like she is in canon

---

The moon glows bright on the Isle tonight

They all hail her as their queen

A kingdom not of her creation

But she's the one running the scene

The wind is howling like this swirling storm inside

Couldn't keep up the act, boy did I try

---

Don't let them in, don't let them see

Be the bad girl you always have to be

Conceal, don't feel, don't let them know

I won't!

I won't let them know

They'll never know

---

Hold it in

Keep it in

Turn away and slam the door

---

I shouldn't care

And let the storm rage on

But why do I hope they're safe from the cold

---

It's funny, they say be distant

It's you and only you, everyone else is small

Use fear to control them

Make them be at your beck and call

---

I need to try and see what I can do

Have no limits, just break through

No right, no wrong, no rules for me

---

I'm free?

---

They'll never know

They'll never know

I need to be one with the wind and sky

---

They'll never know

They'll never know

Won't ever see me cry

---

Here I stand and here I'll stay

I should let the storm rage on

But why do I hope they're safe from the cold?

---

I'll show them

I'll show them all

When I'll rise like the break of dawn

---

They'll never know

They'll never know

That the crying girl is gone

---

Here I stand in the light of day

I'll let the storm rage on

Yes, I'll let the storm rage on

#let it go #mal bertha #descendants au #disney descendants #isle of the lost #parody #my writing #my poetry

[yakityyaku]

How hard is it to follow the rules? There is literally no problem with stating you are LGBT+ and having self affirming statements, how come you guys can't understand you can't target a group of people? What if people went around and stated "all liberals are bad" or "all republicans are bad", "all sjw are bad", "all rioters are bad", "all doctors are bad", "all people who believe the earth is round/flat are bad"?

...what does this have to do with rules? 99% of the problem came before Kah's new ToS ruling (the initial posts/messages from her + community and modcopping) or have nothing to do Mweor at all (all the political bullshit from her husband).

Even the stuff that came afterward has nothing to do with rule following. Mods being dropped for biased and hypocritical reasons doesn't involve rule breaking. Hiring in more mods and promoting mods who are actively hurting the community doesn't involve rule breaking. Locking newsposts, trying to lie and hide evidence of shady shit, and pinning posts that give her a shout out don't involve rule breaking.

We aren't idiots dude. We posted shit we knew was likely to get us nerfed and that's what happened. The point is there is blatant bias against us and Kah refuses to clarify the rules because ultimately as long as your political posts align with her beliefs you're safe or will get a gentle warning. She has been proving our point, and those of us who unwittingly got in trouble were victims of Kah not making things clear for us and basically creating a 1 strike you're out policy because she doesn't care.

Also, if you're referring to the ACAB thing, yeah bastard breaks a rule and it is understandable that was a warnable offense imo.

All cops are bad/all cats are beautiful however is the equivalent of shit like "laughing my butt off" and got treated no different as ACAB. I had anti fascist and anti racist in my cattery and didn't get in trouble for it, but the fact remains that even beyond that she shows inherent bias towards her own beliefs while screaming how immature we are for asking her to get political.

As many people like to say "iTs JuSt a cAt SiTE", it's not fucking Alcatraz. The fact that she implements rules meant to hush those who disagree with her specifically should be a major red flag to you, but instead you just feel like we should respect some questionable rules that are applied by people of all the same beliefs as eachother at their own discretion with no warning or explanation or monitoring. Yeah that sounds like some good wholesome rule making that we should just not mention how fucked up it is

also once again, the man she willingly chose to marry does thinks all black people are bad, all gays are bad, all vaccines are bad, and all people with autism are bad. so you know. people do say those things lmao.

#did big meanies break the rules #mweor #does kah read the tos to you as a bed time story #the problem is the moral and ethical aspect not #mweor drama

[yunho-1999]

Nothing is what it looks like

pairing: religious!mark × bold!femreader

words: 2.7k+

summary: after being used by Mark you and Jaemin come up with a plan to take revenge on the boy, ruining his whole reputation.

genre: smut

warnings: mark is a big meanie again, like really, oral (m receiving), chocking, cursing, creampie, voice recording, revenge, hair pulling (?), fight (kind of), drunk mark, slapping, and probably way more

"Mark!" the boy turned around hearing his name being called out, and just like that a punch was delivered onto his face.

"What the actual fuck Jeno!?" he yelled holding onto his nose, as it started bleeding.

People were already staring at the two boys, stopping whatever they were doing before. Fights always seemed to caught everyone's attention.

"You're an asshole Mark. A fucking disgusting human being, I don't even know why people like you. Should I tell everyone what you just did? I bet you wouldn't like that would you? But they deserve to know, they deserve to know that you just-" before he could continue he was pushed to the ground. 

"Shut the fuck up Jeno, just leave. Right now." Johnny looked down at the boy on the ground, his voice sounded stern, making Jeno extremely confused. Was he really going to defend Mark once again?

"And what if I don't? Why do you always try to protect him? He doesn't deserve it." he stood up from the ground, unfazed by Johnny's death stare. "I'm telling you to leave, if you don't I'll make sure you never come back to the team again." 

"You know what, fuck you both. Like really. One day, everyone is going to know how much you suck" he pointed at Mark "and you" he now looked at Johnny "I really thought you would have more sense, but I guess you don't care either." and just like that he left.

His head full of thoughts, most of them about how he could let everyone know that Mark, wasn't as good as he looked like.

Next morning you woke up still on top of Jaemin, now noticing Haechan besides the both of you. And you couldn't help but sigh. You felt so pathetic for what happened last night. You let Mark use and humiliate you. That never happened to you before. You had one rule, and it was self respect. But yesterday it was all gone. Just because you loved him. But was it worth it? Was it worth being treated like that?

Your thoughts were interrupted when the man underneath you started moving, he was awake. 

"Good morning nana" you whispered and he smiled lazily at you caressing your hair gently. "Good morning babe. How are you feeling today? Better?" he tilted his head and you frowned.

"Not really... I feel very stupid for what happened. I shouldn't have let him use me like that" you laid your head back onto his chest and he sighed. "Y/n don't feel so bad. You weren't thinking straight. He took advantage of you in every way. He knew you liked him, and he knew you were slightly drunk, he took the opportunity. And that's fucking messed up. Like really" he frowned "We should do something honestly"

"What can we possibly do Jaemin? Everyone thinks he's the perfect good boy that doesn't do anything wrong. He has a reputation, and that's gonna be really hard to break down" you looked up at him just to see a smirk all over his face "What's your mind up to?" you smiled.

"Okay, this may sound kind of insane. And if you don't want to, I'll think of something else. But you have to sleep with Mark again. Just, this time, we'll record everything. Maybe not visually, but his voice. Because you know it's pretty recognizable. And then we can send it to everyone. All of his mean spirited words. That's going to ruin his reputation. No matter how much he tries to deny it. We will have the audio to back it up. We can be the ones humiliating him. What do you think?"

Jaemin's idea was risky, in every aspect. Maybe Mark didn't even want to sleep with you again. And honestly, you weren't sure about doing it either. But at the same time if it went well, it would all be worth it. Finally people would realize what an asshole he was. Just like you did last night.

"I think it's risky as fuck, but I'll do it. I want everyone to know the truth about him. Because he has definitely done this to other girls before. And I don't want anyone else to suffer because of him" you nodded slightly.

"Then let's do it bestie. I'll help you with everything, and if you end up changing your mind. Please tell me okay? We can do something else" he smiled at you and you did the same.

"I think we should go already" you said and he nodded "yeah, you should also put your clothes on" you grimaced at that, reminding yourself that you were still naked.

"So, my dress was ripped up by Mark..." Jaemin pouted and then placed you down on the bed before standing up "Then let's steal some clothes from Haechan, he won't mind anyways. And if he does. Fuck him" he shrugged. 

You laughed at that seeing how Jaemin went towards the wardrobe. He grabbed some pants and a shirt before collecting your underwear that was on the floor. "Here. I'll be downstairs okay?"

You held onto the clothes and nodded. Dressing yourself as soon as he left the room. The clothes were slightly oversized, but it was better than wearing absolutely nothing.

You looked to the side, just to see Hyuck there, completely passed out. He probably drank too much yesterday, as always. He just didn't know how to control himself when it came to alcohol. Too much was better than nothing he would always say.

After getting dressed you ended up leaving with Jaemin, the both of you deciding to have breakfast together before parting ways. 

Today was the day. And you were terrified. What if it didn't work out? The plan had so many loopholes and everything could go wrong. But at the same time, you could get revenge on Mark. For everything he'd done to you and other people. He was fake, and everyone should know that.

You entered Jaemin's house, and of course loud music was playing. At the end of the day he needed an excuse to bring Mark over. And winning the game was an excuse to make a party and bring the team and more people together.

This time you barely drank anything, as you needed to be sober to conclude the plan you and Jaemin had made. Jeno had absolutely no clue about all of this, because if he knew, he wouldn't let the two of you do it. He protected you the most out of all the people in the world.

"Are you ready?" Jaemin whispered "Yeah" you answered and he smiled widely "Go get him, he's pretty drunk already. I saw him wobbling around to get to the bathroom. So he should be around there" you nodded gently. "Wish me luck" you breathed heavily before making your way towards the hallway, where the bathroom was.

There you saw Mark coming out of the bathroom, all smiley and giggly. He was definitely drunk. And you needed to take advantage of that.

You approached him and he looked at you with a frown, his arms going to his chest as he crossed them "You again? Didn't you have enough already?" he leaned closer to you, his nose touching yours.

"I didn't, I was expecting more from you" you pouted tilting your head slightly.

His hand went towards your neck and he gripped onto it tightly making you whine "More? Really? Does the little slut need some teaching? Are you that needy that you came back for me again?"

You wanted to roll your eyes at his words and tell him to fuck off, but that wouldn't make your plan work. As everything was being recorded with your phone right now.

"Yes, please" you closed your eyes as the grip tightened, a creepy laugh leaving Mark's lips, making you shiver.

"Where the fuck is the bedroom here?" he said while dragging you by the neck, opening and closing a few doors before finally finding the guest's room.

He pushed you inside of there and you decided to kneel down, wanting to get this over with as fast as possible.

"Do you even remember what I told you the other day? Does your stupid little brain remember?" he asked closing the door. "I do" you answered confidently. Making him smile.

"Then this is going to be easier for both of us" he went closer to you, holding your head with both of his hands "I'm going to use this filthy mouth you have whore" he looked down at you with hooded eyes.

He took off his pants and underwear and immediately thrusted into your mouth. Without even warning you. Because of course, he didn't care. He only cared about him, he was selfish. And you just realized that.

Everything you felt for him before was now turned into hatred. You felt ashamed for even liking him before. He didn't deserve anyone liking him. And even less loving him. He needed to get a taste of his own medicine. And that's what you were doing. Every single thing he was saying to you was being recorded. Every single mean word and insult was being caught by your phone. And soon enough every one would know what he was really like.

He kept on moving his hips as fast as he could, not even caring about the tears in your eyes or the way you gagged every time he hit the back of your throat.

Soon enough his movements started becoming sloppy, and he was close. But he didn't want to come in your mouth this time, so he pulled out. His hand left your head and went to his cock, moving it at a fast pace before cumming all over your face.

"There you go. Fuck- You like being used like this don't you? Like the fucking whore you are. I can't believe you didn't have enough the first time. You're such a fucking slut I swear to God. And I told you not to tell anyone and you still did didn't you?" he held your face harshly squishing it as much as possible "I got punch in my face because of you bitch. Because that fucking filthy mouth can never be quiet. You either suck dick or run your mouth. When I fucking told you not to." he slapped you. Loud and clear. That definitely was going to leave a red mark, and that would just be more proof against him.

"I fucking despise you so much. How can someone be so worthless like you? You don't care about anything. You don't care about your reputation. You don't even care about yourself. That's why you only have one friend. Because honestly, who would want to be friends with someone so pathetic? Even Jaemin used you. Don't think I don't know about the time you two slept together. Because Hyuck tells me every single thing. You can't hide anything from me you bitch. Now get on the bed and take your clothes off" he let go of your face and you almost started sobbing. But you couldn't do that. You had to continue. Just a little more, and everything would be worth it. 

You got to the bed and took everything off, making sure your phone was hidden inside of the pocket on your jeans. He thought that he knew everything, but in fact. He did not. Not everything was what it looked like. He had no clue about why you and Jaemin hooked up. And he definitely didn't know that his reputation was about to be destroyed once you got out of there.

He got on the bed and pulled you to him by your legs. He thrusted into you with force, making you yelp. He immediately placed his hand on your mouth while frowning. "It seems that you forgot that I don't want anyone knowing that I fucked a dirty slut. You don't want my reputation to be ruined sweetie. Remember, I can ruin you."

Oh if only he knew, that the one that was ruining someone was you. He wouldn't even be able to deny everything he was saying and doing.

He started moving at a brutal pace, you could barely hold in your moans, even if you tried, it was really difficult. So you opted to let out little whimpers, barely even audible. 

"Fuck- I'm cumming-" he mumbled while his movements slowed down a bit, his hips faltering on the rhythm. And after a few more pumps he came inside you, a grunt leaving his lips.

Just like last time he pulled out of you and left. He left you there all alone. Once again feeling like shit. You placed both of your arms on you face a shaky breath coming out of you. It was finally over. Everything was done. The plan worked. But somehow you felt empty.

"So... Are you ready?"

"More than ready." you answered before clicking the send button. It was done. You had sended the audio to everyone you knew from campus. And Jaemin did the same. Now you guys just needed to wait.

"I'm so scared" you looked at your friend, laying your head on his shoulder "don't be. Now everyone will know the truth. You did amazing babe, really" he placed his hand on your thigh and caressed it gently. Trying to calm you down.

In the next hour your phone and Jaemin's kept getting notifications from all sorts of people. Some couldn't believe it. Others were shocked. And some were definitely disappointed.

No one expected that from Mark, the goodie two shoes, the christian boy that swore that sleeping around was a sin, the one that didn't even curse because it was bad. That just made it more clear, that looks, were definitely deceiving.

Mark had just woken up, his phone practically blowing up with notifications. Making it very hard for him to sleep. He was about to silence it until he read what everyone was talking about. His eyes widening with shock.

He immediately unlocked his phone and started hearing the audio, cursing to himself. You played him, in every single way possible. You ruined the only thing that mattered the most. His reputation. 

"Fuck. This can't be happening" he sighed while closing his eyes. Frustration all over his body. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't. Probably everyone had listened to that audio by now.

He was doomed. All the work he had put to maintain his status absolutely ruined. There was no way back now. Everyone knew what he did. All the things he kept a secret, weren't hidden anymore. And that irritated him to the point he couldn't even do anything. Anger just built up in his body.

He wanted revenge.

But in all honesty, he couldn't do much. You weren't like him. You had nothing to hide. Everyone knew how you were, without any dark secrets behind. You were basically safe from him.

He couldn't do anything against you. And that was driving him insane.

'good luck trying to get your reputation back ;)' was the last message he read before throwing the phone on the bed side table.

He felt useless, as he couldn't do anything. All of his hard work, for nothing. 

"it's what you deserve honestly" he heard from the door and looked up, just to see Doyoung there.

"Oh shut the fuck up" he rolled his eyes and turned to the side, back facing the male.

"I told you to stop. Or to at least stop pretending before it was too late. And now, you got what you deserve" he shrugged his shoulders.

"You just got owned son!" he heard in the background, Jungwoo definitely was the one who said it. And it just made him more annoyed.

"Can you guys just leave me alone? I'm not really in the mood for anything right now. My whole reputation is completely gone, and I have no clue on what to do. I just- need to be alone" he grunted hugging onto his pillow.

"I think you need to apologize. Specially to y/n I heard the audio, and man, you're really mean-spirited towards the girl..." he frowned.

"I said leave me alone Doyoung. I don't need your stupid opinion. I didn't ask for it"

"Okay then Mark, enjoy your loneliness."

♡。・゜ 　♡ 。　　・　゜ ♡ 。・゜♡ 。　　・

a/n: I hope this is what everyone was expecting or at least you like it :(

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Hello! I wanted to thank you for the Rain headcanons list! It was really nice and I liked it a lot! Like I said before, you're a great writer :)

If you don't mind, I'd love to hear more about specifically his middle regression. I don't see a whole lot of content about that kind of thing, so I'd really appreciate it! It doesn't have to be super long or anything, just as much as you'd like. Thank you so much in advance!

Awh, of course I can do more!! Middlespace isn't something often seen, unfortunately, but it's just as important as Littlespace!!

And thank you so much for all your kind words and compliments!!! <3

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Middlespace Regressor Rain Hcs

💧 Moody. Preteen.

💧 He will get so embarrassed if you even sat with him

💧 Like oh my gosh he has an image he's trying to project!!!! >:/

💧 Will definitely try to do spells that are waaaay too out of his ability level when he's like this

💧 Will sob if (when) they screw up and backfire on him

💧 Claims he does NOT need a caregiver!!

💧 He's a big kid!! He isn't some baby >:(

💧 But uh, he does need someone there, atleast to make sure he doesn't get in trouble or hurt himself

💧 Can't cook very well in this headspace and will burn himself if he tries

💧 ^ Might also come crying to you to help him if he does, why would you leave him alone to do that? 🥺 (he literally shooed you from the room)

💧 Doesn't do well with younger regressors when he's in this headspace

💧 ^ Might be a little better with Syzoth specifically though because that's his little brother and no one can hurt him except for Rain >:(

💧 Also Syzoth will just gasp, giggle, and clap when Rain does the most basic magic and it makes Rain feel acknowledged and special

💧 Firmly believes he's too old to be doing things like coloring or fashion shows

💧 But will dramatically sigh and agree to babysit for a few minutes if you need to run to do something really quick

💧 He might he better with pet regressors in this headspace??

💧 Mostly because some toddlers (Johnny) can pull hair when petting but Rain makes sure he's very gentle and will let them lay on his lap with a proud smile

💧 Books!!!

💧 His vocabulary is much better in this headspace, and will read to you from his fancy books to prove how smart he is

💧 . . . Most of the books he wants to read are books are still too difficult still and he will get fussy- I mean, upset over it

💧 Don't call him fussy, he doesn't get fussy, he gets upset >:/ (he so gets fussy)

💧 I think one of his favorite activities in this headspace is having a sleepover or late hang out with Kitana, Mileena, and Tanya while they all do each other's nails and gossip (it really makes him feel like he's in middle school again)

💧 Definitely tried to say a swear word once because ‘he's a big kid, he can say what he wants!’

💧 . . . Tanya want very happy and decided that big kids still deserved time out (a very quick one but still a time out)

💧 . . . . Meanie >:(

💧 Responds way better to any type of punishment because he's bigger and knows he's breaking the rules

💧 Will probably request you serve out his sentence together though, just so that he doesn't start accidently sobbing

💧 I don't think he'd go out in public in this headspace though

💧 Too scared someone will notice or he'll drop into a younger headspace by accident

💧 If he did though, it'd probably be to the mall or to bowling

💧 I dunno why, but I could totally see him adore bowling though

💧 (Will actively pout if you don't let him win though)

💧 Also refuses to use any helping things like the side rails or the thing thar helps the balls roll because they're for babies >:(

💧 But if you convince him that you need them or just want them, he'll ‘allow you to’ (not you don't then your going to have to deal with him pouting and whining over getting repeated gutter balls)

💧 Moody preteen that knows everything and is better than you

💧 But can also be really sweet and sheepishly request attention or a friend

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the fwb rules

• rated m for mature

• pairing: fwb!hyunjin x fem!reader

• wc: 4.559

• tw: explicit language, light characterization of an insecure reader, unprotected piv sex (stay safe, lovelies!), fingering & oral (f), nipple play, cream pie— i think that’s all, please do tell me if you find more c:

• note: last time i said long fic isn’t my forte and this time i’ll still say the same hahahahaha. but still, i hope i don’t disappoint 🥺 please kindly note that english isn’t my first language. therefore, i apologize for any mistakes. feedbacks are always appreciated because i’d love to grow! thank you for waiting and enjoy 💞 pretty banner made by my bestie!! ilysm 😽😽😽

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—

what happened to the rules?

it didn’t start off like this. you can’t remember when exactly you started wondering about the five word question. all you know is that you were one bite away from gobbling a spoonful of jisung’s ice cream when it struck you: since when did you and hyunjin stop going by the rules? he’s been occasionally texting you out of the blue lately just to know what you’re up to, and today he even asked you to stay the night at his, and as much as you want to believe they’re all normal, again, it didn’t start off like this. from the beginning, you and hyunjin have come up with three rules so your relationship can work: one, be very casual. two, no strings attached. three, no fucks given outside of the, well, literal fucking. but look at you now, lying naked and out of breath under his blanket while facing his ceiling, driving yourself insane over the haunted question. you have to get it off your chest somehow, but how? 

“hey, why so serious?” asks the culprit behind your overthinking, causing you to jump slightly over his sudden appearance and your hands instinctively pull up the blanket to cover your naked chest, which as a result, makes him chuckle. cute. “here. it’s my cousin’s,” adds the topless man as he sits on the edge of the bed and hands you a white shirt that even under the dim light, you can already tell won’t fit you.

“your cousin? the model? hyunjin, she’s tiny,” you utter, hands still gripping onto the blanket. “i’m—“

“you,” he cuts you off, placing a hand on top of yours while carefully glancing at you to make sure you there aren’t any signs of discomfort. “are fine, y/n. now hurry up. i’m sleepy,” he adds before letting go, leaving behind a lingering warmth on your knuckles.

nodding, you turn your back on him to change, and the room falls silent, causing you to hear how fast your heart is thumping even more than it should have. is it because you had too much coffee this morning? or it can probably be because the shirt is too tight that it’s cutting off your air circulation, right? right, of course. you tell yourself because as much as you dislike both reasons, they are still far better than having hyunjin as the cause.

once you’re done, hyunjin already has his back lying against the bedhead, his head tilting slightly to the side, avoiding the light coming from the night lamp on the bedside table, while his eyes bore deeply into yours. unbothered that he’s been caught staring, he averts his gaze downwards till they reach your chest and spot how your nipples are sticking out through the thin fabric.

“see? it fits you just fine,” he says, turning his vision back to your face as he opens his arms and motions them at you, only to have you remain in the same position with your increasing heartbeat.

“aren’t you gonna, uh, wear something?”

instead of a proper answer, all you get is his laugh—hyunjin’s contagious laugh that usually always succeeds in making you laugh too. but today hits differently. has his laugh always sounded this lighthearted before? no matter what the answer is, one thing for sure is that despite how sweet hwang hyunjin and his laugh are, they have never made your cheeks burn like this before, and this is forbidden. it’s against the rules.

“an hour ago we were naked while sucking each other’s face, y/n,” he finally answers after a while. “besides, i always sleep like this. now, come on,” he adds, repeating the same gesture, except this time his hands are open wider, eager to have you near him again because the space around him is starting to make him feel lonely.

complying with him, you fall into his embrace and hyunjin immediately lets his hands travel to the exact places of where they want to be—one around your head and the other around your waist. despite the room turning less cold with his warmth directly passing onto you, your heart and cheeks conditions remain the same especially since you can hear how hyunjin’s heartbeats are beating just as fast as yours when he lets you lay your head on his chest.

“hyunjin,” you call out, hands fiddling with the collar of your shirt.

“y/n,” he replies, replacing the collar with his fingers instead, intertwining them with yours.

what happened to the rules?

“do... do fwb do these?” you ask, the bravery in you finally decide to show up, even just for a little.

“do this?” he asks back while squeezing your hand with all his might, as if he’s nervous.

no. not ‘this’, but ‘these’. not only the hand grabbing, but also the fact that he asked you to stay the night, that he’s cuddling you to sleep, and that you’ve been getting unusual symptoms over them until this very moment.

“yes, this,” you nod and hyunjin becomes muted, but his heartbeats are growing louder, and his grip on you has become tighter.

after what feels like forever, he whispers, voice slightly cracking, and hands getting a little colder, “yes. yes, they do.”

then the two of you become muted, but both heartbeats keep growing louder, and everything stays that way until sleep eventually takes over.

—

as a homebody, you’ve always against the idea of sleepovers. you believe home is the sweetest place and your own bed is the comfiest even when your mattress is older than a decade and your favorite plushie has had too many holes here and there. but waking up in hyunjin’s bed has broken your stigma—never in your whole life that you’d have thought someone else’s bed can provide you twice the comfort.

“looks like someone had a good sleep,” chirps jisung as he sits beside you, causing you to wipe off the smile on your face before going back to your laptop.

“wow suddenly my best friend’s a psychic?”

“hey, that’d actually make a great drama title!” he exclaims and you roll your eyes. “please do spill the tea though. what happened?” he adds.

“what happened?” you ask back, eyes still on the screen, but the corner of your lips are on the verge of breaking into the smile, knowing full well he’ll complain—which he does by lamely calling you a meanie.

laughing, you tell him nothing happened, but the way he rolls his eyes is a sign he’s not taking any of your bullshit. you are telling the truth though. besides spending the night with each other, nothing really happened, right? it was just another casual fucking session. yes, it was amazing, but that’s no news for jisung. the guy’s practically your wingman—setting you up with hyunjin was his idea because he believes you should, “live your life. have that dreamy college sex orelse you’ll regret it like my old man changbin!”

right on cue, a notification popped out on your big screen, and the sender’s name makes your heart pop too.

“aha, see!” jisung points at it. “y/n, where are you?” he reads out loud, earning yourselves all the eyes from every other student in class.

“oh my god, jisung. shut up!” right when you’re about to log out from the chat app, hyunjin sends another one.

“can i call you?” jisung reads once more and you’re only one second away from smacking his head, but your vibrating phone holds you back.

shooting jisung a glare, you make sure to close your laptop before leaving the class, answering hyunjin’s call even when you’re still half way through the door. right when you’re about to greet him hello, hyunjin beats you to it—his voice a bit raspy, but the softness in his tone still lies within, and it creates endless questions in your mind.

has he just woken up? so is this how he sounds in the morning? why is he calling?

and the list goes on because this isn’t like hyunjin at all. sure, he’s not validating the rules, but he’s breaking his character despite already alarming you to anticipate morning booty calls from him at times. he’s never actually done that though. 

“hi,” you reply, startling yourself with how small your voice came out.

“you left,” says hyunjin and you can hear him sighing from the other line, which somehow causes a slight pang in your heart, wondering if perhaps he is disappointed. “can you come back? wait, actually, let me go to you instead.” he says and you can hear the rustling sounds coming from his side.

“hyunjin, i have class. that’s why i left. i—” should you apologize? but why should you? casual, no strings attached, and no fucks given, remember? “i’m sorry.”

“oh.” hyunjin stops on his track before plopping back down onto the bed, smiling. “i’ll pick you up after class then. when will you finish?”

unconsciously, a smile creeps up your face too, but the realization hits you right after, then followed by the five word question, and you know—you know this is your guts telling you that now’s the time to ask him about it, but your heart hates confrontation. plus, wouldn’t it be rude to reply to someone else’s question with a question? “hyunjin, are you, uh, horny?”

just like yesterday, hyunjin laughs, and with the raspiness in his voice still present, he doesn’t fail to make you laugh along, but at the same time waking the butterflies in your stomach and makes you rethink your decision. mayhaps, you should’ve left him a note or told him that you’ll leave early in the morning; or even, you should’ve ditched classes today and stayed so when he wakes up, you can get him a glass of water, not leaving the boy uncared for like this. but who are you to do so? 

“isn’t it normal for a guy to have a morning wood?” he jokes before quickly adding that he’s not horny. “i just want to see you so let me go get you.”

pressing your lips together, you contemplate on whether you should let him. if you do, won’t you be turning whatever the two of you have right now into something far more complicated? but it’s only until hyunjin adds a desperate “please?” that all of your dilemma disappears, as if you’re being cast into his spell—“okay.”

—

while heading to the gate, you have the biggest urge to book a massage appointment. dodging jisung’s questions and running away from him after the first period was draining, but having to spend the day running back and forth between two buildings because thinking that volunteering as the lecturers’ teaching assistant was draining on a whole new level. other than feeling like your legs are gonna come off, your mind also feels like it’s gonna blow off—you can’t stop recalling all the things you need to start working on as soon as possible, but stepping into hyunjin’s car turns everything to 180 degrees.

you’d like to think that it’s because of the faint lavender aroma coming from his car freshener along with the heavenly cool air conditioner, but no. you know full well it’s because of the way hyunjin’s smile lit up, his eyes disappear into two small crescent moons, and his blonde hair which is becoming one with the warm orange sky that brings peace to your heart.

“hi,” he breathes out the moment you close the door, and you do the same except for looking at him, which causes hyunjin to furrow his eyebrows while speeding away.

the way home is silent, just the way you like it, but you know full well that it’s not hyunjin’s cup of tea. he doesn’t need to say it, his action is showing it all as he’s been fidgeting non stop, wiping his sweaty palm along his jeans while occasionally licking his plump lips. hyunjin’s a very vocal person. he’s talkative and loud—including in bed. you press your warm cheeks over the realization of your own thoughts, embarrassed. you can’t possibly suspect hyunjin for being horny in the morning when you yourself are being like this in the afternoon. it’s uncalled for.

noticing you from the corner of his eye, hyunjin calls out, asking you if there’s anything wrong, totally catching you off guard. what should you say? lying is not your forte, but being honest clearly isn’t the best option right now, at least, not before you shower and appear presentable in front of him—but wait, since when did that matter so much? a few months ago, you even fucked after you ran a marathon.

“y/n?” calls hyunjin for the second time.

“look, hyunjin, really, it’s okay if you’re horny. you can pull over and i can, uh, relieve you and i can just take the bus home after,” you spit out shamelessly while looking at him straight in the eyes, eager to get far away from hyunjin as fast as possible before you go out of your mind.

just like the night before, hyunjin laughs. and just like the night before, his laugh hits differently and it does nothing other than burning your already burnt cheeks for the worse.

“i swear to god, y/n, i’m not horny. i genuinely want to take you home. nothing more,” explains hyunjin, head straight at the road but eyes repeatedly stealing glances at you. “and nothing less,” he adds, voice barely audible but you caught it.

“o— oh.” is all you manage to respond before the ride quickly turns quiet and hyunjin’s hands begin fidgeting again, all the while you’re trying to decode what he has just said—what does he mean by genuinely wanting to take you home? do fwb do this too? what happened to no fucks given?—and it goes on until hyunjin hits the break in front of your old apartment building.

“we’re here,” says hyunjin, breaking the silence by unlocking the car door.

“we’re here,” you repeat after him, already opening the door and setting a foot out. “uh, thank you.”

“don’t mention it.” hyunjin shoots you his signature smile the moment you lower yourself to meet his eye level from outside the car; this time, you have no choice but to fall under his spell.

“hey, uh, you wanna come in?” you ask, biting your lower lip as a way to punish yourself for being so indecisive. one second you want to run away from him and the next second you want to be near him. come on, get a grip.

as if the punishment isn’t enough, hyunjin declines your offer, all while chuckling with his head thrown back. “for the third time, y/n. i’m not horny. go in and rest up.” 

“if you say so.” you shrug, giving him a small smile before turning around, making sure not to look back, only to fail when you hear the engine driving away.

—

you can’t quite tell—no, you can’t tell. you don’t get it. there’s an unexplainable empty space in your heart that is caused by hyunjin’s rejection. is it because you’re just not used to see him without having to fuck him? or is it because you’re hurt over the fact that he’s not in the mood to touch you? is it because of last night? is he finally sick of your flaws? things would probably be different if you had retouched your makeup or at least combed your hair before seeing him, would they? either way, you’re fully aware you shouldn’t be torn over your friend with benefits, yet your aching heart says otherwise.

and so when the doorbell rings only a few seconds after you get in and the figure you see through the peephole is no other than the man in question, you spare no time to swing the door open. hyunjin, in return, spares no time to lock his lips with yours right after he utters a brief apology. just like the way hyunjin sneaks his playful hands down your ass, you sneak your tongue in his mouth, and your action makes him smile into the kiss as he leads you back into the room and kicks the door shut with his long legs.

the way to your bedroom is actually pretty short, but with your tongues moving in sync, bodies pressing—glued, even, and eyes continuously closing in pleasure, the short way to your bedroom consists of endless stumbling, tripping, and bumping the door. once inside, you break the kiss and are about to undress yourself when hyunjin beats you to it, settling you down on the bed as he begins taking off your attire one by one ever so effortlessly. and in just a matter of seconds, his lips are back on yours again, floral scented hair falling and brushing against your cheeks, leaving you no time to wonder over the fact that it’s the first time hyunjin has ever undressed you. 

as the kiss continues, you can feel yourself gushing more and more that you start grinding on him mindlessly, needing to feel more than just his bulge poking you. your hands leave his blonde strands to tug on his hoodie, only to have him stop you—one hand around your grip and the other rests on your hip.

“what do you think you’re doing?”

“need you. need to feel you,” you mumble, desperation so visible through your cracked voice. 

“what happened to the girl who was all flustered to sleep with me last night just because i was shirtless?”

autumn nights aren’t supposed to be hot, but hyunjin has proven he has the power to make the impossible happen just with his words and mocking smirk. but the rising heat on your cheeks is nothing compared to the emptiness you feel below, clenching around nothing surely isn’t the best feeling.

“please, jinnie,” you whine, tugging on his hoodie once more, hips moving against his hold.

“fuck.” is all he manages to say before getting off the bed to disrobe himself—hoodie and track pants thrown across the room, now showcasing his toned body and thighs altogether as he hovers over you.

“please take this off too. it looks suffocating,” you say, index finger running faintly through the bulge forming from his tight boxer, making it stand up even more and hyunjin has no choice but to obey you. “put your hair up too please,” you add just when he’s about to dive right back in, and again, your wish is his command.

biting to pull off his hair tie from his wrist, hyunjin smoothly ties his hair back and you’re only given a few seconds to admire his feature before his plump lips coming in contact with your hardened nipple while he toys with the other using his fingers—rubbing and pinching, making your breath hitch over the sensation, fingers digging into his bare shoulders because you don’t want to mess up his hair, and hyunjin’s low grunts pretty much indicate he’s loving it.

“more, please. give me m—”

hyunjin retreats his hand and tongue away from your breast, moving them to your naked pussy,  drawing circles on your outer labia with his middle finger. he teases you just enough and quickly slides in his digit and at the same time sucks on your clit right before you’re about to complain, making you tingle from head to toe.

“you hear that?” he asks, voice muffled, the effect of being too tongue tied from licking every part of your heat, but finger working its magic perfectly, creating loud wet noises from your fluid. “drenched. my pretty y/n is drenched,” says hyunjin, and as much as you want to comment on him for the pet name, you’re too caught up on how his lips vibrate against you the moment he starts palming himself with his unoccupied hand. if he keeps it up, you know you would come undone there and then, and you don’t want that—not yet. so you ask him to stop and he instantly does as told.

“what’s wrong? did i hurt you?” there’s fear written across his expression and heard from his tone, but you’d like to believe your eyes and lips are just playing tricks on you.

“n— no. i just,” you pause to avoid his gazes, but something within you pulls your attention back on him. “i wanna cum with you inside me,” you confess, voice barely audible due to embarrassment; all this time, it’s always been hyunjin to say such things, but perhaps, all the strange tension lately has finally gotten the best of you. you hear him mutter a low “fuck” while his pupils shakes for a brief moment before they somehow appear a shade darker. licking his lower lip, hyunjin pulls you by your legs and rests them on his shoulders, and proceeds to align his tip with your entrance, once again teasing your throbbing core.

the moment you whine is the moment hyunjin pushes himself inside ever so gently, but the stretching still has you throwing your head back, while hyunjin letting our airy moans upon your walls clenching around him. none of you can tell how it’s possible for your vagina to remain so tight after all the countless fucking session for the past half year, but hyunjin doesn’t find that troubling. in fact, he lives for that and it shows from the way his eyes roll to the back of his head as he begins thrusting in and out of you—slowly but steady, veiny hands secured on your hips, vision goes back and forth from your half-lidded eyes to your parted lips.

hyunjin leans down to kiss you for a couple of seconds, and when he lets go, he quickens his pace—leaning down once more so his length can go deeper in you, hitting your g-spot. at that very moment, you mentally praise yourself for placing the bedroom mirror right across the bed. it presents you with the magnificent view of hyunjin’s rounded, firm ass bouncing rhythmically whenever he snaps his hips, and placing your hands around them, squeezing them, nearly makes you drool over the sight. with hyunjin constant thrusts, the familiar knot in your abdomen starts to bubble up.

“oh my god,” the two of you whimper in unison as hyunjin begins to lose his tempo, moves also grow sloppy, but never once misses your spot.

“y/n, i— ah— i’m so close. fuck,” he breathes out, sweat forming on his forehead, wetting his baby hair down to his neck and chest, and you can only drool helplessly at the sight.

“me too. please cum inside me, cum with me, hyunjin, please, please,” you beg, voice a pitch higher, almost sounds like you strain your throat, and it stays the same. when you feel hyunjin twitch inside you, your hands automatically reach for the bed sheet again, but it only lasts for a second before they’re being taken by hyunjin’s own hands—he has never done this. while intertwining your fingers, his cock twitches again and his eyes roll to the back of his head, jaw falls open as he calls out your name—you naturally do the same, fingers pressing flat against his white knuckles

“hyu—”

“cum, baby,” he cuts you off, averting his hazy eyes on you, and that’s all it takes for you to break—your orgasm washes over you like waves and you cum undone around hyunjin, shaking and mewling altogether while feel the wet coldness around your inner thigh. hyunjin follows right after, shooting his hot cement inside of you; the man can no longer keep his eyes open as he buries his face on the crook of your neck, his choked moans bring music right to your ear all a while his hot breaths bring goosebumps to your unrecovered body.

after riding out your highs, none of you move. hyunjin stays on top of you, his chest rises and falls according to your hard breathing. somehow, it’s calming you down, but it shouldn’t.

“hyunjin, you’re heavy.”

“oh, sorry,” he chuckles and even without looking, you can tell his eyes are smiling too. with his remaining strength, hyunjin pushes himself up and rests on your thighs to pull his dick out of you, momentarily admiring the mixture of his juice and yours dripping down your cunt before fixing his eyes on you to study your face—also something he has never done before. 

“i’m sorry,” he mutters a few moments later, eyes now on you.

tilting your head, you sit up, resting your upper body with your hands on the bed. “all of a sudden? i came? you always make me feel good.”

“that’s what i’m sorry about. i— i didn’t mean to— i mean, i—”

you reach out to him, gently patting his thigh. “hyunjin, calm down. this isn’t like you,” you whisper the last sentence, knowing that perhaps, now’s the time to talk things out, to stop whatever is going on, and go back to how things are used to be, maybe? your heart’s just been restless for too long and apparently, hyunjin seems to be in a similar situation too.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to keep using you like this. i genuinely meant what i said. i only wanted to take you home, but we ended up here and—”

“isn’t that what fwb do?” you pull your hand off his thigh, and a frown painted across his face as if he’s questioning your question. “that’s what we agreed on. we have our fwb rules, remember?”

“one, be very casual. two, no strings attached. three, no fucks given outside of the, well, literal fucking,” says hyunjin, proving he has memorized every words to the back of his mind.

nodding, you carefully bring back your hand to his thigh, repeating the same movement you did before. “exactly. so you don’t have to be sorry. don’t worry, i’m not feeling used at all.” you end it with a smile.

hyunjin mirrors you, he smiles too; his eyes fall to where your hand is. “but what if i’m breaking them? the rules,” asks the boy whose cold hand is now on top of your warm one. “what if i like you?” his eyes find their way back to you, and that’s when you know. the difference between your temperatures; the difference between your smile and his—the sadness that lies within.

that’s when you understand. everything finally makes sense; every one of hyunjin’s unusual acts. the constant texts and calls, the undressing, the pet names, the facial expression, the hand holding.

what happened to the rules? feelings. that’s what happened. to hyunjin, it’s his feelings over the rules.

but you, what about you? the butterflies, the irregular increasing heartbeats, the flushing cheeks, the overthinking, the disappointment at some point.

“y/n,” hyunjin calls out and you don’t get to get back to him because he’s already an inch away from you, momentarily eyeing your lips before he closes the distance. once again, his blonde hair falls down, brushing against his cheek before meeting yours and it tickles you, but not in the same way as how his kiss tickles your heart; giddy.

what happened to the rules? unwanted feelings. that’s what happened. to you, it’s the unwanted feelings against the rules. and for now, the unwanted feelings are too strong for you to push him away, so you pull him close instead. for now.

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yours (ft. the bands!couple) | drabble one: you’ve seen jungkook get angry, but this is the first time he’s ever let it out on you.

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warnings: cussing, implied sexual content, more fluff than anything

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Jungkook steps down from the stage after performing Euphoria, aggressively throwing his towel against the wall in anger.

"FUCK!" He yells loudly in frustration, startling some of the staff as hot tears starting to spill down his cheeks. It's been a long time since Jungkook felt unsatisfied with a performance. He was so, so unsatisfied because of a small mistake only he could notice, however, it was big enough to shoot him down. All he wanted was to put up a good performance for the fans, for the people that paid money to watch them here, and he felt like such a fucking failure not meeting his end of it.

"Kookie, what's wrong?" Hobi follows after him when he sees the anger clear as day on his face, tears still coming down as his nose was beginning to turn red.

"Nothing." He mumbles as he shuts himself into a private room backstage and slams the door loudly that it echoes through the hallway.

"What just happened?" You ask Hobi as you jog over, unable to catch Jungkook right away since you had been busy getting Jimin ready for his solo performance. "He needs to get ready."

"He's pissed. I think he messed up and he's taking it pretty hard."

"Messed up?" You were confused because you had no clue what he was talking about. You caught the performance as much as possible, and you didn't hear one fucked up note or see one fucked up step.

"You know him." Is all Hobi says, making you sigh.

"Go get touched up, I'll go see what's up with him."

"He's in there." Hobi nods towards a room before he's jogging back to the chaos in the group dressing room. You silently walk over to the door, giving it three soft knocks before leaning closer to listen for any movement.

"I'll be out in a fucking second, can you wait?!" He yells, which catches you by surprise because you definitely haven't see him this angry since the night him and Jimin fought at the dorm and to be quite honest, you're still learning how to handle angry Jungkook. You open the door and peek your head through, hoping he could simmer once he sees it's you.

But he doesn't, and that's what fucking sucks.

He looks at you, and it breaks your heart seeing him cry. Your face softens as you try to come closer but you jump back when he suddenly gets up to walk towards the other side of the room to create some distance. You stay put to watch him, his back is facing towards you with his hands pressed firmly against his hips.

"Not now, Y/N."

"Babe, I just—"

"Did you not just hear me? Not now. So please go." You almost flinch at his tone, the way he delivers his statement.

"Jungkook, please let me in. Let me make it better." You come behind him, hand gently grabbing at his shoulder. For a second, you feel him ease up, but it doesn't last long before his walls are coming back up. He moves out of your grip and walks away from you while pinching the bridge of his nose.

"It was such a stupid mistake." He says softly.

"Baby, whatever it was, it was a tiny mistake because we didn't even—" I guess this was your first lesson in dealing with angry Jungkook— choose your words wisely. Jungkook is such a perfectionist that he's incredibly hard on himself when it comes to things like this. No mistake is ever tiny to him. It all becomes a huge deal because he just wants to keep people happy. He wants to make sure he can follow through.

"See, you don't even get it." He snaps at you.

"Excuse me? Are you serious right now, Jungkook?" You cross your arms and scoff at him.

"That wasn't just a tiny mistake Y/N!" His tone slightly raises. "It was a huge deal for me!" He sighs and shakes his head.

"I'm just trying to help."

"Yeah well, you really aren't making this any fucking better. So just go, okay?" As soon as the words leave his mouth, he looks at you and instantly regrets it when he catches a small frown forming at the corner of your lips. "Shit, baby—"

"No, you know what? I might not understand right off the bat but I was gonna do my best to try and do so because I wanna do what I can to be there for you." You throw your hands up in defeat. "But fine, Jungkook. If that's how you wanna be, then go ahead and fucking shut me out." You fire back, annoyed that he's giving you hella attitude when your only intention was to support him.

"Y/N—" He tries to grab your wrist but you yank it out of his grip.

"Get yourself ready, you have 10 mins before you need to be back on stage." You avoid eye contact and slam the door shut.

"Fuuuuuck." Jungkook groans and hits the chair before letting out a deep sigh and making his way back to the group. When he gets back to the room, he sees you assisting Jin, your bottom lip tucked under your top lip while you bit onto it. He can see Jin's mouth moving and your head nodding, but he can't really make out the conversation with all the noise and chaos going on.

Fuck, he fucked up. All he wanted to do was tell you how sorry he was for snapping at you and for letting his anger out on you that way.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Jin asks you softly, his eyes full of concern when he catches your wet lashes. He can tell you had just been crying, and has a good sense of why.

"Kook is being a meanie." Jin chuckles as you fix his shirt.

"He gets like that when he isn't happy with himself."

"I'm only trying to help though."

"I know, and I'll give him a good ass-whooping later for treating you like that."

"God, he's so mean when he's pissed like that. I've never had to personally deal with angry Jungkook like this."

"He pushes everyone away and doesn't know any better, but he'll learn from this. Let him. He needs to understand that he can't take his feelings out on you like that just because you're his girlfriend."

"Thank you." You softly say as you finish rolling the lint roller across his broad shoulders.

"Of course." Jin winks. "Cheer up." He gives your shoulder a good squeeze before he's rushing out with the rest of the boys.

The rest of the night is quiet between you and Jungkook, mainly because you're doing your best to 'let him learn' and avoid him even though it was the hardest thing to do. He had tried to subtly grab your attention every now and then, but you brushed it off and paid no mind to it. Halfway through, he had realized he just needed to give you space. Every part of you wanted to cling onto him like a koala and tell him how frustratingly and annoyingly cute he was, but there was also a small part that was still upset at the shit he said. You were still hurt at how easy it was for him to lash out on you like that, let alone push you away when he wasn't feeling his best.

Once the show was over and you and the staff had done a great deal of cleaning up, you finally headed home in one of the staff cars, the boys already back at the hotel resting up and eating. You quietly make your way to your room on the same floor as the boys, hearing their laughter erupting from one of the rooms down the hallway. At the front of your door was a small box of fried chicken wings and a bag of radishes, most likely from Jungkook. You normally ordered room service or grabbed Kook's leftovers, moreso cause you were too tired from the day to even think about eating a huge meal. You let out a small sigh, grabbing the box as you walk in and set it on the table. You take a quick shower, lathering up in some lotion before throwing on Jungkook's longsleeve.

Technically, you weren't allowed to sleep in Jungkook's room and he wasn't allowed in yours, but your boyfriend always does what he wants and never plays by the rules in the book [as we've learned]. He always finds a way to sneak over, texting you right as he gets to your door and slipping out bright and early the next morning. It was some high school shit, but you genuinely understood wholeheartedly why they tried to keep that rule in place during the tour.

Jungkook is just always gonna be stubborn though, which is why you hear him knocking loudly as if it wasn't getting late.

"Y/N." He keeps his forehead against the door. You sit still in absolute silence until he speaks again. "Babygirl, I'm sorry. Please let me in." You continue to sit in silence, a little torn on whether or not you should let him in or let him be for the night. Were you too quick if you were to let him in? I mean, the fight wasn't huge, but it was still enough to sting. "Baaaaby." He whines.

"What are you doing?" Taehyung whispers harshly. "You're gonna get in trouble." Jungkook keeps his forehead against your door and simply lifts a hand to Taehyung to prevent him from going on any further.

"Fuck it."

"Jungkookie, go back—" Kook points down the hallway, forehead still pressed against your door like a child on timeout.

"You go back. I'm fine here." Taehyung silently chuckles to himself before crossing his arms and retreating back to his room, listening to the repeated, soft "y/n's" and "baby's" coming from Jungkook.

When you realize he isn't going to leave, and you sure as hell don't want him to get in trouble, you sigh and get up from the bed to open the door for your man. You turn the knob and slightly pull back just enough to open your door and let him do the rest. You head back to your bed, not turning behind you when you hear him walk in and shut your door. He quietly comes into your view, but you continue to sit criss-crossed on your bed, scrolling through your phone while the TV was providing some background noise.

Okay, you might have been acting like a level 10 brat, but he hurt your feelings when you were only trying to help.

"Hmmm, baby." He whines and pouts as he climbs onto the bed and rests his chin on your leg. When you still don't pay him any mind, he sucks on his teeth and gently puts your phone down so you have no choice but to look at him. "Baby, I'm sorry." He sits up, his hand gently caressing your thigh.

"Do you even know what you're sorry for?"

"I was being mean. I didn't mean to take my anger out on you like that."

"You sure were being a meanie." You slightly pout, causing him to sigh in regret. He never, never wanted to hurt you. Yet, one quick moment of vulnerability and the first thing he does is hurt you.

God, he felt like a dumbass.

"Babygirl, fuck. I didn't mean to hurt you, I was just being stupid." He sits next to you and pats the open space in between his legs for you to fill. You quietly climb in between, allowing him to hug you from behind and plant kisses along your cheek, jaw and neck.

"Kook, are you always gonna push me away like that? Especially on days where you don't feel your best? When you don't feel satisfied with yourself? Cause if that's the case— how are we gonna work if you won't let me in?"

"No baby, no. I just— Fuck, honestly. I don't know. I felt so insecure over the smallest thing. I made it a big deal for no reason. I just wanted to look good for the fans. For you. I wanted you and everyone else to be proud." You slightly turn and cup his cheek, Kook leaning into it and pressing a kiss against your palm.

"They are so, so proud of you. Always. The fans, the boys, the staff. Me. You are so hardworking and dedicated to your craft. You are the most talented person I know." You sigh. "What really happened out there?"

"I messed up a note. It was subtle, but enough for me to notice and trip on the next dance move."

"There's always going to be room for improvement, babe. But that will never change the fact that your fans and the people around you adore you. They will love you, flaws and all." He looks at you before lifting your chin with his finger and placing a soft peck on your lips. He never used to care about how people looked at him, still doesn't. But when it comes to his performances, his singing, dancing— he's very particular and wants nothing but to please people. He just didn't know how to stop being so hard on himself, where to place boundaries. He didn't know how to differentiate between big and small mistakes.

"I love you." He whispers, thumb gently caressing your chin before placing another kiss against your lips. "I love you so much, and I'm so sorry for being mean to you earlier. I never meant to hurt you or push you away."

"And I'm sorry for being a brat back." He chuckles. "I love you, too."

"Deserved it, I'll let it slide." You giggle as he hugs you tightly, playfully kissing you everywhere that he possibly can. "I missed you."

"You saw me all night."

"I saw you, but you didn't come close to me."

"Which you deserved."

"Which I deserved." He nods in agreement. "Now I just wanna shower my baby in kisses." He continues to pepper you with soft kisses. "By the way, did you get the chicken?"

"Yeah, thank you." You smile at him.

"You have more?" Your smile instantly fades while you push yourself off of him and hop off the bed.

"You came here for my chicken?!"

"No! Obviously I came here to make things right and apologize." You bite onto your bottom lip to prevent yourself from smirking. "Just thought I could get a little bonus and snag your leftovers, you know?" His doe eyes were wide, lips slightly pouty. "Soooo, let me see what's in that box." He looks at the chicken box behind you and wiggles his eyebrows.

"Unbelievable." You joke as he lifts you up from the legs and gently [not really] throws you back onto the bed before running to your chicken box. "Jungkook! I will whoop your ass if you touch my chicken." He scrunches his nose, bunny smile coming into full view as he places a finger on top of your box. "Ugh!" You throw a pillow at him.

"Oh, so you wanna get fiesty? I'll show you fiesty." He rushes back onto the bed, tickling you into the sheets.

"You started it!"

"And I'm gonna finish it." He stares at you as you lay beneath him. "Off with your clothes, sweetheart." He whispers into your ear, causing you to squeal.

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Now that the ending is known (Queen Sansa, King Bran and Dark Dany) how do you think future adaptations of ASOIAF will handle the characterizations on screen? It’s obvious D&D tried to hide or justify Dany for seasons to keep the cash cow going. They knew Sansa was hated and Bran dismissed by the GA so they didn’t bother really developing their stories sufficiently. Now that the cats out of the bag, how will future adaptions handle the story do you think?

Without a written ending, it must be incredibly hard for adapters to know what to do, and even knowing certain things…I still am not sure how Martin plans to get there? I mean, after s8 I was more upset than ever with D&D, but also, more sympathetic? Even fans who believe Bran will be king know there’s a lot that needs to happen between here and there, and I haven’t seen any spec has all the answers. So, I think generally speaking, paving the way for an endgame in which Bran and Sansa are the rulers would require a total tonal shift of the story, and since D&D began it with the intent of focusing on the grimness and sexual violence, by removing the softness from so many of our babies (by re-characterizing Sansa as a meanie), looking back, it shouldn’t be a surprise that the Starks ruling Westeros felt discordant with what a lot of people thought the story was. And of course, for Stark fans, that mis-characterization made what we got dissatisfying.

In the end, they presented Sansa with more focus on the influence of her evil mentor (LF) and failed to truly communicate what it was about her that made her uniquely qualified to usher in a better future. Similarly, they presented Bran in an ominous way too, the three eyed raven rather than a Stark, and I guess that’s because they had no means to connect them to their Stark ancestors, their parents, or even their world as they had so totally rewritten it all. None of those natural threads existed by the end.

I assume that Bran and Sansa  more than anyone else will be dedicated to peace which is why they end up ruling, so we need to see  what peace means and what war means for the nameless characters as well  as our heroes. So, I think the priority is looking at the themes and try to work towards the end by following the anti war message. Martin is critical of kings/would be kings and their unnecessary wars, so Bran must be the answer to this. How do you implicitly work to such an ending? I think you feature the smallfolk as a whole as a character. I don’t mean write in characters who are smallfolk, but feature enough shots of their lives before war breaks out that when it does, we don’t need a character telling us how bad war is to understand that no matter how sympathetic the cause, it’s still a horrible thing. They can simply show us, contrasting before and after.

I’m assuming that Bran becomes king because he would rather give his people peace than rule, and we have to create a world in which it is believable that people are so desperate for peace they choose a child king of their own volition. (Assuming that’s a big reason why he’s chosen???). This isn’t something that takes a ton of time, but if we keep reminding the audience of the people, not just the high lords, but the people who are in need of better leadership, different leadership, that would be helpful. Let’s see glimpses of daily life for the smallfolk in Westeros, for the FF when Jon is with them, for the Dothraki women and children, for the people the Dothraki conquer. This is standard in any movie and GoT did some of these shots too, but it needs to be consistent enough that the criticism of choosing to go to war and the consequences of it are felt. Let the fact that lords calling their banners means normal men leaving their families really weigh on the audience. Let’s realize what it means when the Dothraki overrun other cultures, and what it means when Dany in turn will desecrate their holy places. None of this needs to be verbalized, it can be communicated visually, and I think making this a constant would totally change the audience’s perception of  events/our POV characters. We need to visually undermine the instinctive tendency of the audience to hero worship/admire military might above all.

I guess what I’m saying is, the lens with which we’re viewing these things must be changed in order for the audience to value and be ready for peace too. Of course, you can’t make it unbearable to watch, so, let’s focus on the culture more? We need to see the discrepancy between the life of lords and the smallfolk. We need to see the feasts vs starvation, the opulence vs want to establish the huge distinction in what occupies the lives of nobles vs a regular person’s, so they we really appreciate the people who do care about the well-being of the people vs their own claims. J think deleting the impact of songs and stories on Westeros (and therefore the characters) was a huge mistake, possibly on par with minimizing fantasy elements, because if stories and songs have power to change people’s actions, to sway public opinion in the story (they do in ASOIAF), and one of the leaders of Westeros is specifically skilled in that area and both leaders love stories...I mean, again, we don’t know exactly what Martin will write, but clearly, this will matter, therefore, you have to write these things lovingly.

Songs could actually be a really fun way to communicate things to the audience about the opinion of the smallfolk (something that needs to be included!) and have a song begun by a singer, carried on by a servant, then sung by the smallfolk. That would be a fun way to see information dispersed, rumors spread, legends created. Obviously this isn’t a musical so they need to keep it in check, but songs are a big part of how Martin’s world works, it’s how fact becomes fiction and vice versa, so I think they need to figure out how to work that in. And to contrast what the people are singing/thinking with reality would also set a precedent for someone like Bran to have a reputation of some kind that makes him beloved by the smallfolk who in the end might sing about him in a grandiose way that perplexes the kid. (Headcanon, but it’s cute!) The evolution of a specific song, how the smallfolk view different people, instead of it being stated by a character, but naturally evolving through a season, or even over the course of seasons, that could be a really fun way to communicate things to the audience. They don’t need to include all the songs in the books, but as a  matter of world building, I think this would really change the tone of  the story and how the audience perceives our compassionate characters vs  the ones who are choosing war. Especially if part of the problem when Dany comes is that the people are against her (because she kills Aegon), establishing the importance of how the smallfolk live/view things early on would be essential.

Acknowledging the place songs/stories have in their world helps situate Sansa because if you don’t accept the fact that everyone is operating in some degree in the context of these legends, people view her sincere belief in them as a flaw. It isn’t! Sansa’s place in the story has to be built in-world with the fact that she is an innocent who doesn’t deserve these horrible things that are happening to her, instead of rewriting it to act like a) she is dumb or b) she is a big meanie to all our favs. She was sheltered and innocent, and when in the lion’s den, she managed to navigate it anyway. They need to include the social life, the personal is political idea so that we understand that Sansa has skills here, that she is admired, and start building to her end from the beginning by allowing her goodness and kindness to cheek people instead of acting like her villains aren’t actually villains. It’s her goodness they letters here, not theirs. Marriages matter, the norm of women being used to create alliances, and their suffering as a result needs to be felt, but also, we need to see their power, and Sansa was wielding this subtle power over people very early on in the story. It has to be included. You can’t do justice to Sansa if you eliminate the arts and social issues or how relationships are all-important. Sansa’s knowledge about houses and her kindness are very important because relationships are how you amass and wield power long term hence why marriages are all important.

Conversely, Dark Dany is something they would have to really understand and be dedicated to from the beginning to avoid the mess of GoT. Since it can’t be a surprise, the actress would be given the chance to deliver. Apparently, D&D kept actors in the dark about their character's trajectory and fed them acting directions that made no sense at the moment, so with that option off the table, you could have an actress who embraced the darkness of Dany while still playing her with total sympathy as Lena did for Cersei. If that's the case, her villainous actions (burning Mirri, deciding to go to war in spite of the suffering it causes, her hypocrisy about slavery, the list goes on...) wouldn’t have to be deleted or played off as empowering moments. I think D&D knew Dany was bad news from the beginning, but I don’t think they understood Martin’s criticism of war, or if they did, they knew it wouldn’t play so they went in the opposite direction.

However, I think audiences (even American audiences) are in a different place in their view of war/warmongering/war crimes etc. Glorifying war isn’t necessary to keep an audience, and Dany wouldn’t become a one note character either. Dany in the books is very emotional, at times she is afraid, she’s infatuated with Daario, she can be angry and vicious, she’s brave when she faces Drogon with a whip in her hand...better writers and an actress who is given the chance could give the audience a whole new perception of Dany, one that allows them to see many different facets to her. The goal isn’t to make her less sympathetic (imo), the idea is to allow everything about her to coexist because that’s the challenge to the reader/viewer. Here’s a person who can do (and has done) good things, but they have also done horrible things. No one will need to say that, the narrative itself will implicitly condemn her actions (by showing the rape and slavery and death that are a consequence of and fund her war). If the showrunners don’t whitewash her, we won’t need an unbearably stupid speech by Tyrion to explain it in the end. And, I think the contrast between her corruption and Sansa’s compassion would help viewers understand their trajectories.

Even without knowing how he will write the ending, we know what Martin values, so, a show would be able to pointedly contrast our different leaders from early on. I’m disappointed with how little Martin has given us of Bran since he is to be king, so I think future adapters would need to pick an angle and I assume the idea is that Bran prioritizes the right thing rather than becomes less human. It seems to me that Bran allowing Theon to take Winterfell must be a point of contrast to Dany. Bran chose to give up his home to save the lives of his people, whereas Dany is needlessly marching to war to reclaim a home in which she never even lived, a place she knows she isn’t wanted, a place she knows her family was rightfully ousted from. I think D&D not initially knowing the ending meant they viewed Bran and Sansa as incredibly passive characters, and another adaptation would need to really focus on their agency, the choices they make (Bran turning over Winterfell, Sansa being kind to her enemies), to establish who they are. I think the foils/parallels would be the way to telegraph the why of their endgames.

Keeping Cersei was a way to hide Dark Dany, and allowing Aegon to be in the mix allows for some shades of grey that GoT avoided, so I think this time, they’d lean into the Dance of Dragons 2.0. Give us Aegon. Give us Arianne and Quentyn. Give us Dorne. And, I know this might bother people, but do this from very early on. We need to meet these characters and love them. This has two benefits, 1) GoT fans won’t be familiar with their stories so it will be a lot of new material for people to speculate about and prevent people from feeling too much deja vu, 2) this makes it all way more clear that the idea isn’t that all our favs are going to get together and be besties but that they are all on a collision course. Also, I think king Bran emerging after the destruction of a Dance of Dragons 2.0 situation will likely make a lot more sense, whatever the specific details are. 

The tension of the series would then be twofold. You would have the threat of the Others, but also dread the conflict between our beloveds.It was such a waste trying to convince the audience that Cersei was the big evil that everyone needed to unite and end. And of course, if we aren’t trying to delude the audience into thinking there will be a Targ restoration with Jon and Dany ruling together, Jon can be Jon. The writers could emphasize Jon’s desire to be a Stark and his grief and guilt over the death of Robb, and we know (or maybe we don’t, I guess this is something Martin has to tell the writers) that Jon has a brother...a brother who is coming to conquer Westeros. His wanting to be a Stark makes 1) his sacrifice of not taking Winterfell when Stannis offers it so much more meaningful, 2) the impact of being a Targ still painful even though this time around it isn’t a surprise to the audience, 3) the anxiety of knowing two Targs are coming to Westeros that much more unbearable because Jon will have to have a showdown with a family member. It’s something he can’t escape. Oh, I guess that means they also need to keep mentioning how forbidden kinslaying is so we can feel the oncoming suffering. I think building tension is a much better goal than having a one time surprise.

D&D cut a lot of stuff, and I’m suggesting they add more characters than they had, so a new adaptation would likely not be any more faithful than GoT because it would need to really shrink certain storylines, minimize certain characters, and they may even cut arcs/characters altogether in order to do this because I think they should also include Lady Stoneheart. So, I’m not saying book fans would like this version better, but there will be substantial changes with any adaptation, and I think these kind of things would serve the bigger ideas/the ending better. If we see how wrong it is for the people to suffer while these characters fight for a throne, the audience would realize that these characters that are heroes (in any other story) might not bring salvation, only more suffering. So for our true heroes to be less assuming, less heralded, I think the audience might find that rewarding instead of very confusing.

So much of what happens in the story is based on the pre canon stuff, the conflict between houses, Jon’s horror at being a Targ etc, that I would love for that to unfold visually for us across the seasons. I’d love for them to build up the Martell v Lannister conflict and the Targ v Stark one by situating what happens in canon with what happened before, and I think with not worrying about a surprise ending, they could really make it epic for Aegon to take the Iron Throne and unimaginably tragic when Dany comes in and burns it all to hell. And then of course, the catharsis of seeing Dany + dragons taken out, the long-standing Targ threat finally ended…it would feel so good.

Wow. This got really long, I should have just limited myself to bullet points! But, basically, I think they should take the opportunity to make the most of the things D&D neglected, and really work on a way to make the ending a reward for the audience. I think going for a tonal difference would be important as a less cynical version of the story is mandatory because that is what would accommodate someone with Sansa’s naïveté, and permit the idea of goodness and kindness being a force that matters.

Thank you for the ask!

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Happy Birthday Remus part 2

Part one Happy Birthday Remus!

Warning : Smut, this is just smut. Minors DNI, Switch!Sirius x Dom!Remus x Sub!Reader

Edging, slight over stimulation kinda idk, oral, food mention and I think that’s all of it

Wolfstar x Fem!reader

Summary : Sirius is mad about the little stunt Remus had you pull the day prior, so he breaks Remus’s rules and plays with you how he sees fit. 

Word count :1826

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You awoke to the sun gently sweeping across your face as you separate yourself from Sirius’s chest. The only thing that could be brighter than that hazy yellow pouring in is the smile you gave while looking at Remus spooning Sirius. His arms wrapped around him tight, like the only security blanket left in the world. Not wanting to interrupt the sweet sight you got up to go get ready by yourself. 

Your legs were quite tender from the night before, not that you were complaining. You made your way to the bathroom to start your routine, but when you stepped over the edge of the tub to take a shower your sore legs betrayed you. With a not too painful, but still solid plop you hit the floor landing on your bum. 

“Ow.”

“Y/N?” A voice resounded in concern.

The sound of rushed pattering made its way to the bathroom. 

“Y/N! Love are you alright?” This time you could tell it was Sirius who asked.

Giggling the whole time you responded, “I’m okay I promise! My legs are just sore from last night.” 

Sirius gave a huff as a reply and simply walked past to fill the tub as an alternative for your certain destruction, while Remus scratched the back of his head and mumbled his apologies before retreating briefly.

Sirius pulled you from the floor and set himself in the tub with you nestled in front of him. You tilted your head back against his shoulder in absolute bliss as he rubbed his hands up and down your thigh.

“Y/N love?”

“Yes darling?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry. I know you enjoy being submissive, but last night taught me not to take advantage of that. Please remember to let me know if I’m pushing your limits.”

“Baby, we have a safe word for a reason! I love you so so much and appreciate you checking in. I promise to let you know if you ever make me uncomfortable. There’s no hard feelings and to be quite honest I definitely prefer when you boys dominate me.”

You shivered as one of his hands wrapped around your waist while the other enclosed around your throat pulling your ear to his hypnotic lips. 

“Well that’s good to hear, cause I’d be remiss if I didn’t get to leave you absolutely decimated tonight after your little show yesterday.”

The twang of pleasure that shot straight to your core only increased when the hand that rested on your waist found its way to your clit. 

“Yeah, yesterday you talked a big game, but it looks like you’re already dripping for me puppy.”

You whined softly, but were quickly muted when Sirius’s hand engulfed the lower half of your face. He knew Remus’s rules quite well and touching what belonged to him without permission would certainly get him in trouble. However, the prospect of teasing you all day, toying with Remus’s precious puppy under his nose was thrilling. In short he loved making you squirm. So he wasn’t about to let you ruin his fun so soon.

“None of that now, Moony would hear and ruin our fun for touching you without permission. If you want to cum at all today you’ll be a good puppy and keep your mouth shut and obey. Are we understood?”

You nodded weakly already so close to your release. 

“Aw baby your legs are shaking bet you’re close huh, does my pretty girl wanna cum?”

You let out a muffled yes against his hand and he just chuckled. “Too bad I can hear Remmy coming up the stairs, maybe another time. Remember to be a good puppy.”

Before you even got the chance to pout Sirius released his grip and went back to rubbing your thighs while Remus entered holding a tray with three cups of tea and three plates of leftover chocolate cake. 

“Sorry love, I just thought it would be nice if we had breakfast in the bath.”

“Good thinking Rem, less moving around for her that way. What do you say sweetheart?”

You did your best to hide your guilt and smiled sweetly at the man you adored. 

“Thank you Remmy.”

He just smiled back at you and disrobed so he could join you all in the bath. Sirius didn’t dare make a move while Remus was there and he was much better at hiding the previous occurrence. You couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable since last night wasn’t exactly gentle and Sirius made sure you were extra sensitive to any touch. You were puddy in his hands, perfectly malleable and so in your tired bleary mind state you only craved to do what was asked of you. Despite it being a conflict of interest between obeying Remus, and obeying Sirius. 

(Remus is clearly the big boss around here, anyway) 

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Luckily it was a Sunday so you had nowhere else to be, but it was also just as unfortunate considering Sirius would be able to keep you in his clutches. Every time Remus left the room he had his hands on you. Sirius made sure you were adorned in his biggest t-shirt (your usual lounge wear) so he could have easy access without arousing suspicion. His hands always found the most delicate places while his mouth wreaked havoc on your even more so delicate mind. 

“Be quiet sweetheart, don’t want Remus to find out you’re not his good girl, his obedient little puppy.”

“Bet you’re just desperate to cum, I can’t even keep count of how many times I’ve edged you today.”

“Beg and maybe I’ll be generous, come on pup beg for it”

Of course it didn’t matter how many times you would cry out, only for it to be muffled by his hand. He was not planning on giving you what you so desperately needed anytime soon. Sirius loved the sounds he’d pull from you. He was just such a glutton for your punishment. The prospect of breaking Remus’s rules thrilled him, that he was touching what didn’t belong to him. He knew he was risking punishment, but the feeling of you clenching desperately around his fingers only spurred him on.

Meanwhile Remus was confused by your jumpiness and reaction to touch. You had never been like this the day after. Usually all you wanted was to be held and take it easy, but you basically rejected his touch and he was so afraid that he pushed your boundaries too far last night. Poor Remus wasn’t aware of that tight coil in your stomach that Sirius had created, that made any lingering touch almost put you in overload.

You were all settled on the couch and little to his knowledge under the blanket you had covering your lap Sirius was slipping his cock between your wet folds. Course you knew your only job was to sit still and keep him warm, but that didn’t make it any more uncomfortable. You had been denied orgasm time and time again with just his fingers and now his dick was buried deep inside you and you weren’t allowed to move. It was infuriating. 

“Y/N, love? Can you come and cuddle me now please? I’m getting cold over here.”

Sirius’s grip tightened on your waist as a low warning, so you were forced to hang your head and shake your head no.

“Sweetheart did I do something to hurt you last night. Please I feel like you’ve been off all day. If I caused you pain in any way I’ll never forgive myself. What can I do to make it up to you.”

In a rush you got up and straddled Remus’s thigh. You just couldn’t take it anymore and started clutching his shirt and nuzzling your tear filled face side to side against his chest.

“Puppy what’s wrong, what did I do?”

You only shook your head and started rutting against his thigh. Your body acting of its own volition answering for you. 

“Darling hey hey hey slow down what’s going on.” He glanced down and his eyebrows raised at the sight. You were absolutely soaking and he had the new wet patch on his pants to prove it. 

“Daddy I need to cum so bad it hurts.”

He then made eye contact with a very guilty looking Sirius, then decided your needs were much more important than whatever Sirius had to say, he’d deal with him later. 

“What’s wrong precious, what happened pretty girl”

“Siri-” you choked out a sob, “Siri told me he wouldn’t let me cum and he said I wasn’t your good girl and- and daddy it hurts in my belly I need to cum so bad.”

“Oh Y/N you’re always my good girl, my precious pup. Do you want Daddy to make you feel all better? Siri is just a meanie come on let’s go to the bedroom.”

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Remus had you sprawled out on the bed, making sure your head was supported by Sirius’s lap. His head was between your legs, eating you out like a starved man. Your incessant mewls and whines broke his concentration.

“Come on what do you want love Daddy can fix it for you. Do you want Daddy’s cock?”

You managed a pitiful nod and soon enough your wish was granted. 

Remus kept a steady pace as your fingernails clawed into Sirius’s legs. He could tell by your trembling you were so close.

“Fuck Y/N” Sirius groaned, “I’m sorry baby I didn’t mean to make you wait so long, but you look so pretty fucked out like that. You’re such a good girl waiting so patiently”

“That’s right puppy, you’re such a good girl taking my cock so well, come on love cum for me.”

As the sweet relief of your climax finally being within reach you sobbed in ecstasy. Your orgasm left you breathless as  the immense pleasure could rival a tidal wave crashing over you. Remus would normally chase his own high, but you had been overstimulated enough so instead he pulled out and stroked his length while eyeing Sirius angrily. Sirius gulped.

Even in your exhausted state you still could use the manners they trained you to have. 

“Thank you, daddy.”

“Of course good girls always get to come. Not selfish gits who break my rules though. Tell me pup, how many times did Siri edge you today?”

“I- I lost count, Remmy.”

A wicked grin covered his face, but his fiery gaze remained unyielding.

“That’ll be a good start then, okay pretty girl can you grab the bonds for me? It seems our naughty boy didn’t learn his lesson yesterday.”

How lucky were you, to be taken care of in so many different ways by the two men you adored above all else.

“Yes Daddy”

Before you did what you were told you couldn’t help but relish in the fear and anticipation on Sirius’s face. Wondering, and craving for what would happen next…

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