#i didnt change the shade of his hands oh well;;

[ragingbullmode]

sorry im having a lot of fun with the symmetry tool + rewatching season 0 LOL

#my art #ygo #atem #yami yugi #yugioh season 0 #season 0 #eye strain #bright colors #eyes #uhhhhhhhh idk what else to tag but lemme know ! #idk if ill finish... i dont have the patience to color anymore... & tbh i like how my shit looks as barely colored sketches so sdlkfjsldfkj #also obvs this is unfinished n shit but u can reblog it this is as finished as my art gets LOLLL #i didnt change the shade of his hands oh well;;

[lordprettyflackotara]

fill the void || fred weasley

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+

It felt odd in a way, being alone for the first time.

Usually you were surrounded by your fellow Slytherins, the smell of cigarettes and cologne something your nostrils had grown accustomed to. The sound of vicious insults or bitter rants making a nest in your ears. The sight of scowls with liquor in their hands, their knuckles typically bruised and bloody.

But right now, all of that was gone. The air in the courtyard was clean, the breeze blowing past you providing you with the smell of the earth. Your sights were centered on a giant oak tree, as well as the moon that dimly illuminated the area below. It was an odd change, your surroundings being so settled. You couldn’t help but wonder what you would’ve become if you hadn’t been placed in Slytherin. Maybe yellow would’ve suited you better.

It wasn’t that you despised your housemates, even if they were a group of misfit toys. Mattheo protected you, Theo tutored you, Draco was always glued to your side. It wasn’t them that troubled you. It was what wearing the sickening shade of green meant. Submission to the dark lord. Following the ideology of pureblood nonsense. Especially being one of the only prominent girls, there was always the lingering question who’d you marry and reproduce with.

Yuck.

“Am I interrupting?”

You didn’t need to turn around. You’d recognize a Weasley’s voice anywhere. “Unfortunately not,” You admitted. You hated to admit you knew which Weasley twin it was, a lanky Fred Weasley plopping down beside you on the concrete steps. He stretched out his long legs, mere inches separating both of you. “Is there a reason you’re perched out here instead of doing shots with your friends?” Fred asked. How could you explain why? Oh yes, I am having an existential crisis because of the fact my dress is emerald. Want to go inside and split a chocolate frog?

“Where’s your other half? Didnt think you two separated,” You quipped, brushing off his question. Fred took the hint, leaning back on his hands. “Currently snogging Angelina Johnson,” He answered. This caught your attention, your head snapping to look over at him. “The chaser that wiped the floor with Blaise last season?” You asked. Sometimes you forgot how small this dreaded University actually was. Fred nodded, shrugging. “Aggressive on and off the field, just the way George likes em,” He replied.

You snorted. “Ahh yes. Makes sense a Weasley would enjoy being slutted out,” You snickered. It was too easy of a jab. Fred began to man spread, his long legs in your personal bubble. “I wouldn’t be so hasty little serpent. A few of us know how to put a brat in their place,” He smirked. The cocky motherfucker winked, heat dashing across your cheeks. You must be in a different dimension. There’s no bloody way a Weasley made you blush. “You’re cute when you blush,” Fred praised. He couldn’t help but notice how good you looked in the moonlight, the beams highlighting your features.

“Are you complimenting me Weasley?” You questioned. You avoided his gaze, trying to ignore the fact your heart skipped a beat. “Obviously not, i’m flirting with you,” Fred replied, unable to control the smile creeping across his lips. You were just so easy to tease. “What makes you think you can flirt with me?” You asked, turning your head to look over at the ginger. He shrugged, meeting your firey gaze with ease. “Perhaps it’s because we’re in the same boat, sitting out here alone in a bloody courtyard while the yule ball is less than five hundred feet away,” Fred explained. You audibly scoffed. “Weasley’s can’t afford a boat,” You spat.

Fred chuckled at your insult, your venom harmless to him. “Considering you’re out here I think it’s safe to say your boat has sank. Guess we’re on the same island together then,” He replied. You couldn’t help but find his facial expression smug. “Great,” You grumbled. You rested your chin on your knees, contemplating your life decisions. Fred sighed. “Well, if my presence really isn’t that valued i’ll relocate,” He said. He began to rise to his feet, your body doing a one eighty. You didn’t realize your hand was gripping his wrist until it was, desperately holding him in place.

“Sit down Weasley. I-,” You paused, looking up at the ginger. “I’d prefer it if you stayed.”

Fred grinned down at you mischievously, resuming his place beside you. “Figured you’d say that. Just wanted to hear you say it,” He gloated. You slapped his arm. “You’re unbearable. You know that don’t you?” You grumbled. Fred couldn’t help but laugh. Your annoyance was adorable. “You seem to like it,” He replied. You frowned as he stood up in front of you. “Do not,” You argued.

“Do too.”

“Do not!”

Fred extended his hand in front of you. The faint sound of classical music could be heard over the stillness, the wind having faded out. “Care to dance?” He asked. The choice was standing right in front of you, demanding an answer. You could say no and continue moping on the stairs. You could say no and go back inside, all eyes on you once again. Or you could say yes, potentially having a good time with a boy you didn’t belong with. Dancing with a Weasley? Draco would have a field day with this one. But Fred’s hand never looked more appealing than it did in that moment.

Hesitantly you took his hand, allowing him to bring you to your feet. Even in heels he easily towered over you, the ginger not hesitating to bring you close to his chest. “You know you can drop the bad girl act with me, I won’t tell,” Fred said, guiding you back and forth. You were an awkward dancer, despite the endless ballroom dancing classes your parents put you through. “It’s not an act,” You argue. Fred looked down at you, his face painted like he knew you. Like he could see right through your hollow shell.

“Sure it isn’t. And i’m not the best prankster in Hogwarts,” He quipped. You slowly spun you around, giving you time to catch up as you almost tripped in your heels. “You’ve really got quite an ego, don’t you Weasley?” You asked. Fred grinned as he pulled you back close to him. “Thats a bit hypocritical, don’t you think?” He asked. You glared up at him. “I think not,” You argued. Even though your words were laced with venom, you couldn’t deny how much you enjoyed his touch.

So gentle but so assertive, guiding you. Your mind strayed away, imagining him guiding you a different way. Guiding you to take his cock, to ride him until the sun came up. “Hey? Are you listening little serpent?” Fred asked, his voice coming back into frame. You blinked a few times, trying to regain your composure. “Sorry, what?” You asked. Fred slowly guided the dance to a stop, the song ending. You couldn’t help but wish it’d last forever. “I was asking what you’re thinking about,” He said.

You could feel yourself turning red, your filthy thoughts flooding to the forefront of your mind. You felt tongue tied, unable to confess your dirty fantasies. “Ohh, I see,” Fred said. You couldn’t bear to look at him in the eye, embarrassed enough to be in this position. You felt his slender fingers slide under your chin, guiding you to look up at him. You allowed him to guide you, his eyes boring into yours. You liked that, allowing him to guide you. Even if he was supposed to be bad for you, his touch put you on cloud nine.

“Do you like that? When I guide you? Take control?” Fred asked, his voice dropping an octave lower than before. You could’ve dropped to your knees in an instant. “Maybe I do,” You replied, not wanting to cave, not just yet. Fred leaned down further, pressing his lips against yours. His lips were warmer than you thought they’d be, filling the void inside of you. The void that craved approval and validation. His lips provided all of that and more. He guided you towards the giant oak tree, pinning you against it.

The sharp bark scraped at your back, a groan escaping your lips as Fred’s refused to stray from yours. You raked your hands throw his hair, pulling at the roots roughly. Fred whined into your mouth, smirking as he pulled away. “Cute,” He murmured. His eyes flickered behind you, ensuring no one was around. “As much as i’d love to make you squirm, we can’t do much here,” He whispered. You pulled him back to your lips, sliding your tongue into his mouth. You couldn’t get enough, your body craving him.

“That eager, are we?” Fred asked, pulling you back in for another kiss. You gently bit his bottom lip, pulling it towards you. “Fuck me, at the very least Weasley,” You ordered weakly, your body betraying the attempt at dominance you were spewing. Fred grinned mischievously. “Turn around for me pretty girl,” He purred. You did as asked, his large hands pushing you against the tree. You could hear the clinking of his belt, your core throbbing in anticipation.

His large hands pushed up your dress, pulling your panties to the slide. “You’re lucky we’re in the courtyard, otherwise i’d make you beg and scream for me to fuck you,” Fred purred. You felt his tip brush up and down your folds, a moan escaping your lips. One of Fred’s hands flew to your mouth. “Gotta keep quiet little serpent. Dont want anyone to hear you being a whore for a Weasley, do you?” He taunted. He pushed himself inside of you slowly, your body feeling like it may split in two.

“You’re fuckin soaked for me,” Fred mused, placing a sloppy kiss against your shoulder. Your moans were muffled by his hand, your walls struggling to accommodate his size. “I’m bigger than Malfoy aren’t I?” He asked teasingly as he bottomed out inside of you. You grabbed onto his wrist, yanking it away from your mouth. “In your dreams Weasley,” You spat, whimpering as he bucked his hips ever so slightly. Fred began to suck at the side of your neck, harsh enough to leave a hickey. “Dont leave marks on me,” You argued, moaning as he began to thrust into you. Fred released your neck with a pop, satisfied as the skin began to turn purple.

“Whys that? Afraid your boy toys will find out you’ve let me in between your legs?” Fred asked, beginning to pick up the pace. His pace was brutal, his hand flying back over your mouth to muffle your sinful noises. “When they ask tell them. Tell them how I ruined you. How a Gryffindor made you cum in a courtyard like a dog in heat,” Fred huffed. He continued to viciously snap his hips into yours, his cock abusing your g spot with each thrust. You moaned his name into his hand, gripping one of his wrist and the tree for support.

“You’re so fucking tight, so perfect,” Fred groaned into your neck, his breath hot against your skin. He removed his hand from your mouth, his hands taking their rightful place on your hips. “I’m going to make you cum on my cock. You understand me? You’re going make a mess for me,” Fred ordered. His orders were hypnotizing, your legs beginning to shake as he held onto the fabric of your dress. You could feel the knot inside of you tighten, a familiar feeling coming.

“Please make me cum Freddie, fucking please,” You pleaded, your orgasm coming faster than you’d like to admit. Fred chuckled, fucking you mercilessly against the tree. “There she is, there’s my sweet whore. Go on, cum for me,” He panted. You squeezed his wrist tightly as you came, euphoria washing over you as you came on his shaft. Your legs trembled, threatening to give out on you at any moment. You felt Fred’s hips stutter, the ginger pulling out of you.

He guided you onto the ground, your bare knees hitting the dirt below. You stuck out your tongue, allowing Fred to cum inside of your mouth. “Holy shit,” Fred moaned, watching as you swallowed every last top. You both sat there for a moment, your highs subsiding as you soaked in what you had just done.

“Hey y/n?”

“Yeah?”

“You wanna grab a butterbeer sometime?”

“Shut up Weasley.”

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[whyse7vn]

MIN YOONGI

FAVOURITE:

Yoongi prides himself in being your favourite.

Relishes in knowing he’s your favourite. Yoongi has always carried this certain smugness to him because of it. Yoongi imagines you hold him on a pedestal in your mind. Above Namjoon above Jungkook above them all because Yoongi is your favourite always has been always will be.

Your first.

Your favourite.

Yoongi was 25 when he first realised he was your favourite. You had kissed him the night before you were set to move in with Jungkook on the rooftop of your shared dorm building the sun set and the air cool.

“Yoongi i’m sorry i—”

“Don’t apologise” He tucks a piece of loose hair behind your ear your cheeks dust a pretty shade of pink.

Cute.

Yoongi moves his hand away from your face and turns to lean over the balcony eyes now taking in the view of Gangnam after hours.

“How come you’re here? didnt Namjoon want to speak to you or something?”

“Oh uh yeah!”

You’re flustered by the sudden question.

Cute.

“-he did but uh Namjoon can wait… right?”

You play with your hands as you speak your tone of voice anything but confident.

“Right” Yoongi confirms.

Namjoon can wait.

Namjoon will wait.

Sure Yoongi feels a little guilty on keeping Joon waiting but his ego is way too high right now pride practically overflowing.

“You picked me over Namjoon”

He’s giddy body warm with emotion.

“What?”

Yoongi doesn’t respond. He can’t. Not that he heard you anyways, too many thoughts consume him in this moment. He wishes he could stop time. Wishes he could take a photo of this moment wishes he could replay this scene over and over again wishes he could write down the exact words the exact touches you had just exchanged on a piece of paper and hang it in a museum for all to see. Call him psychotic call him insane he’s way beyond caring at this point because this moment right here means everything to him. So long of silently fighting to be at the forefront of your mind and finally an opening.

An opening you had gone out of your way to create for him.

You had picked him.

Yoongi.

Right now over Namjoon.

But Yoongi knows this is just the start. If he plays his cards right, which he will, and successfully roots himself as your first and your favourite.

In his peripheral watches the way you slightly bounce on the balls of your feet.

He knows you’re nervous and he knows he has to take advantage of that. He knows he has to get you hooked to solidify his place as your favourite. He knows he has to-

“Listen Yoongi, if i made you uncomfortable or…”

He turns to face you again.

“Let me kiss you for real this time”

—

6 Months after your shared kiss and one or two (definitely more) ‘casual hookups’ Yoongi is aware you’ve slept with Jungkook that you actively sleep with Jungkook.

Yoongi actually found out you were fucking messing with Jungkook from you yourself. The guilt of sleeping with another man behind Yoongi’s back eating you up so bad that you just had to blurt it out over your shared chinese at 3 AM. Yoongi had assured you that it was fine. I mean it was Jungkook…. Jeon Jungkook like loser Jeon Jungkook who had been telling you he loved you since he was 16 yet the relationship between you unchanging.

Oh, right…

he guesses it has changed now you know, you mess around and stuff. But it’s not like Jungkook is your boyfriend or- …okay so maybe it’s not completely ‘fine’ in Yoongi’s mind that you’re messing around with Jungkook he might be a little jealous but admittedly Yoongi sleeps with other people here and there too he can’t be a hypocrite now!

And it was inevitable, well that’s what he tells himself. You’re both the same age, live in the same house and Jungkook is clearly into you and you—

it doesn’t matter because it was inevitable.

Inevitable yet unchanging of Yoongi’s position as your favourite. That he wants to be is sure of. Because from 9 to 5 to 10 3 or 12 Yoongi is the one you call, work hours he’s the one you bother and after work hours he’s the one occupying your time. Not Jungkook not anyone else just Yoongi, your favourite.

—

When you became close with the members of seventeen Yoongi still stood confident in his position as your favourite. When you went on that date with Mingyu, when those pictures of you and Sungcheol got leaked when you wouldn’t stop talking about that Woozi guy, Yoongi was certain he was still your favourite. Sure he did get into a couple of fights broken a few bones but it was all within reason and definitely not because his position as your favourite felt as if it was being threatened.

Yoongi has always been your favourite

from the moment you gave him the opportunity to be

from the moment you kissed him

from the moments you’ve chosen him over someone else

from Minho to the Seventeen guys to Jungkook you’ve always come back to Yoongi.

Always.

So those 4 1/2 months,not that he was counting, you were with Jaehyun Yoongi for the first time was admittedly worried.

Worried.

So fucking worried.

You suddenly like sand in his hands 4 1/2 months of torture.

Slipping through his fingers.

4 1/2 months of waiting.

Right in front of his eyes.

4 1/2 months of wondering.

Unsure on what to do.

4 1/2 months of doubt.

4 1/2 months of regret.

4 1/2 months of cheap alcohol.

4 1/2 months of unsent messages.

4 1/2 months you sand slipping through his fingers. Yoongi unsure on what to do.

The day you a Jaehyun broke up Yoongi was already one foot out the door but Namjoon told him not go and then Hobi sent a text saying you were with him and then 30 minutes later another saying you were on your way to see… Tae?

You still sand slipping through his fingers but it shouldn’t be like that no not now because Yoongi is your favourite. Your first your favourite and you’re not in a relationship so things should be back to normal but you, still sand slipping through his fingers no- Days pass he thinks about you going to Tae he thinks about you Taehyung and Namjoon, he remembers Hoseok punching Jaehyun sand NO he thinks about valentine’s day you, Seokjin Taehyung slipping through his fingers. Jungkook and you but he is your first so why are you still—

Sand.

Slipping through his fingers.

Why?

It’s not a question of why anymore, is it?

Yes Min Yoongi your first.

But your favourite?

False.

Yoongi was never your favourite

but you,

definitely his.

—

some overall context this is from yoongi’s pov so if like points contradict and shit if just representation of how his mind is atm and all that like yeah idk if it translated well lmk :3

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[vulpixisananimal]

(you leave for one loop. One day. And it becomes a blinding disaster. Oh yes, Stardust gets a loop where they can relax and don't need to worry about anything and look what happens.)

(Because of you.)

(I did not do anything.)

(Oh sure! Was I mistaken? Was I mistaken thinking that the one who's always causing trouble, always making things harder, was the one who messed everything up!?!)

(I had to do what I had to do. It's fixed now.)

(Fixed?!? Is that all you care about?!?)

(You grip the sides of the sink. You might be sick again at this rate. You couldn't tell if the nausea was from looping or from the mental argument you were having.)

(It's fine! Really, it's wonderful even! You could share what you learned now. And figure all this out. It's fine.)

(But first, cue Isabeau.)

"You alright, Sif?--" >> "--Just some loopy stuff, not that bad, I'll meet you for breakfast!"

(It's so easy to slip back into the old routine. It's comfortable. It's easy. You can just zone out and respond in exactly the right way. And yet, it made your skin crawl. After all you've been through you're still supposed to memorize a play? What a joke.)

(You go through the motions, get fully dressed, go downstairs, greet your party. Quesadillas again. They'd probably still be tasty, though you wont want them for a bit after these loops.)

"You sure you're alright??--" >> "--Do you think that's why you're sick again?"

(You were zoning out a lot. Change things up.)

"That would make sense, craft exhaustion, right?"

"Alright eat up then 'Frin, gotta get your energy back." (Nille gave you more food like last time.)

"At least let me finish first breakfast." (You say, smiling.) "I am hungry though."

(You still weren't sure if you felt better or worse after taking some time to relax. Although, that 'relaxing' time was cut short. You take a bite of the quesadilla.)

(??!?!!?!)

"Is Bonnie feeling okay?" (You ask.)

"They woke up with a headache, I think it's from that bonk from yesterday." (Nille looked worried at you bringing it up.) "Just, don't mention the burnt food."

(Odile spoke up from behind her book.) "It shouldn't be from that bang on the head. No concussion, any booboos they had Mirabelle healed up."

"Well what else would it be then."

(You quietly eat up the quesadilla. Just think for a second, Loop. It's probably nothing. Just focus on the task at hand.)

(You and I know that it's impossible for the past to change. If something did change, it would be us who did it.)

(So why does Bonnie have a headache?)

(. . .)

(You're still not giving me all the details~)

(It does not matter, it will distract you.)

(You're afraid arent you~ You're afraid that things are going to change~)

(As are you.)

(I'M at least trying to-)

(You bite your tongue.)

"Blinding-" (You exclaim.) "Ow."

"Everything alright, Siffrin?" (Odile asked.)

"Oh I just bit my tongue, eating too fast."

"Aw no!!" (Isa said, concerned.) Want me to check if it's ok??"

"So you can kiss it better?" (You reply, almost instinctually.)

"!??!?!!!?!?"

"HA!"

"Get a ROOM you two!"

(Isabeaus face was getting off shade, it took you a second before you processed what you just said and what it meant.)

"OH. UH. I DIDNT??? MEAN, UH???"

(you hide yourself in your hat. That's??? So embarrassing?!?!? Oh stars you said that as a JOKE. "I banged my elbow kiss it better." Stupid, stupid Loop! You're making such a fool of yourself.) ". . . S-sorry."

"Noit'sokI'mokit'sfine." (And now Isa was covering his face.)

(. . .)

(Not a WORD from you.)

(There's a bit of an awkward pause before casual conversation starts again. You mostly just zone out untill Bonnie comes back.)

(They looked. . . Fine? It was hard to tell from last time, maybe a bit more tired looking? Nothing physicaly wrong, not that it looked like, they caught you staring at stuck out their tongue at you and make a "nyeeh" noise. You stick your tongue out back.)

"Quite done, you two?" (Odile said without looking up.)

"'Frin started it."

"Did not."

"Did too!"

"Alright maybe I did."

(Mirabelle gasped.) "Siffrin? Admiting to cheekyness??"

"Truly a dark day." (Odile commented.)

(You all chuckle.)

(Here again. Back at the explination table. You know you could keep the loops a secret this time, but no. You needed help, you did ask for it after all~)

(Might as well make it fun, though. You look around and see a few scraps of note paper, you grab one and quickly write something down. Next, who to pass it to. . .)

(Odile is still in her book, Mirabelle was checking on Bonnie, Isabeau. . . Passing a note to Isa right now's a bad look. Nille, then. You crumple the paper into a ball and gently throw it at her as she's about to take a bite of food. She pauses and looks at you. You hold up a finger and wink.)

(You lean back in your chair.) "Let's skip going to the defenders, when we head there later today it just becomes a whole mess."

"You looped again!?!?--" >> "--I'll look for one of those next time."

(You hear a stiffled laugh come from Nille, looking over, she had de-crumpled the note and looked at it. She gave you a look and held it up.)

"So do you just have the whole crabbing day memorized, Siffy?" (The note was that whole exchange written down. Nille passes the note to Mirabelle to look.)

(You stick out your tongue.) "Maybe~"

"What's our next line then, Siffrin." (Odile had closed her book, now quite curious.)

"Well, bonnies next line is 'that's crabbing stupid.'"

"Language."

"No that comes after Bonnies line." (Ok this is kind of fun actually)

"Alright, but what's your next line." (Mirabelle says, curious.)

(You nod.) "That this will be try number four, or five, First was me and Odile at the library, rest of you to the Defenders place, Bonnie came running back to us because Mira was framed for kidnapping Bonnie."

"!?!?!?--" >> "--Language."

(There's a bit of a pause as everyone catches up to the exchange that just happened, and laughs.)

"Well, at least you're making light of it?"

"Tee hee, I try~" (Now, how to explain things quickly.) "Next loop we all went to the Defenders and bumped into an old friend of Isabeaus, going by Ramos now. We got split up, Ramos and Isa were acting suspicious, we confronted Ramos and they had a wishing star pendant like from yesterday. There was also a strong mint smell around. And then last loop Mira Isa and Odile went to figure out if mint was a sign of anything."

"That's, quite a lot to take in." (Said Odile.) "Well, did we find anything?"

(You nod) "Yep, a strong mint smell is assosiated with Mind Craft. It makes sense really, with how Isa and Stardust acted~"

". . . Stardust?"

(You wince. Stars! STARS! Oh great you were just TALKING and explaining things and DIDN'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT. Alright, fine, fine, you'd have to explain this anyways probably.)

(You could try again.)

"R-right, aha, well. . ." (You shook your head, lights, camera...) "Well it's a bit of a story, Mirabelle had the wonderful idea that we take a loop to rest up! Oh very, very thoughtful~"

"Uh, th-thank you?" (Mira looked confused, well, everyone did a little.) "Did, did it go alright?"

"Oh it did! For a bit. And then our good friend Ramos showed up. Stardust, Siffrin, thought it would be a wonderful idea to talk to them to figure out a few things. Buuuuuuuut then Ramos grabed their hand and he started acting ~very different~"

(You felt like you were going to have a heart attack. When was the last time you talked to your party? REALLY talked to them. It was on the final day, wasn't it? And even then you were all worried about Stardust. You just need to keep acting.)

"Let me guess. Siffrin was effected by mind craft in some way, but you weren't?" (Odile, like usual, was ahead of the curve.)

"Correct~ Hello by the way, your friendly neighborhood Loop here to help~"

"Oh! Good to talk to you again then!" (Mirabelle said excitedly.)

"Yeah. Lot cooler than 'Frin." (Bonnie said all cheekily.)

"A devistating blow to someone not even here. Are they around at all, by the way?" (Odile asked.)

"Well. . ."

(We shouldn't bring him to front. They are likely still effected by mind craft.)

(And how would you know that?)

(I don't.)

(Exactly. You tap your chin.) "Well I could get them, but we're worried that mind craft is still effecting him."

"Still?"

"But, didn't you turn back time?!?"

"Yeah, it never happened then, right?"

(You shrug.) "Kinda. Memories stay. Our body keeps some of it's changes, scars and muscle growth, but not wounds. We keep our fighting experience too, naturally. And for some reason, equipment."

"Oh right... Like the bow my classmate got me." (Mirabelle touched their bow, the same one.) "That really hurt my head to think about."

(Nille rubbed her head.) "Well if you get them we can check easily. And if Siffy's still gotten mind crabbery we'll..."

"Then we make sure Loop doesn't get effected either!!" (Isabeau said confidently.)

"Or undo it. It should be easy enough, unless-" (Odile starts)

"-it was powered by a wish." (You finish with her.)

". . This is weird." (Nille says.)

"Give me a day and I could recite those two days in Dormont by heart~"

"Even the sleepover?"

"Especially the sleepover."

(You all chuckle a bit at that. It's. . . Kind of nice, being able to be open about this. Even if you wish it could be in better circumstances.)

"I've got two plans today." (You say, as you take another bite of food.) "First, we'll all check on Stardust and see how he's handling things~ "

"Rude to talk and eat, Loopert." (Nille sais smugly.)

(You choke on your food. Loopert?!?!)

"Hah! Loopert."

"Hehe. It's a cute nickname."

(You sink down in your cloak and quickly finish that bite of food.) "Any chance we could rethink the nickname?"

"No!!! You're Loopert now!!!"

(Great.)

(Well if we they wont remember at least.)

"Alright alright, well the other thing I want to do is try talking to Ramos agian."

"Huh."

"So daring..."

"Are you sure about that, Loop." (Mirabelle seemed worried.)

"Well, I'm curious how they'll react. The last two times we've bumped into eachother they've been. . . acting strange. Oh, and I would like to talk to them one on one if possible."

"You do realize if that mind craft stuck this could be increddibly risky." (Odile looked concerned. Understandibly so.)

"I'd like to be around in case they try anything. . ." (Said Isabeau.)

(You nod.) "Well, if you all could stay nearby in case something does happen, that would be great."

"Why do you need to talk to them alone anyways?" (Nille asked.)

"W-well. . ." (How to put this.) "I don't want to be rude, but you all are terrible actors."

"Ah. . ."

"Oh. . ."

"Ouch, but fair."

"Sorry." (You shrug.) "One of the best advantages of not talking about the loops was knowing exactly how things go. But we made a promise to not keep secrets soooo~"

"No no, I understand Loop." (Mirabelle looked a bit dejected.) "I don't know if I'd be able to keep a straight face."

"Heh, I could do it." (Bonnie said smugly.)

"Sure you could Boniface." (Nille replied.)

"Yeah!!! I could!!!"

"I'll go sign you up for theater classes then."

"NO!!!!"

(Heh, that would be a sight to see.)

(At least we have a plan.)

#ANYWA BACK TO YOUR SCHEDULED PSYCHOLOGICAL HELLSCAPE #isat #in stars and time #isat art #isat fanart #siffrin system au #sifstem #isat spoilers #isat loop #isat mal du pays #isat siffrin #isat mirabelle #isat odile #isat isabeau #isat bonnie #isat nille #isat fanfic #isat au #sifstem main story

[possumproductions]

Shittiest tiny fic draft for the zombie au ive been brainstorming… in my brain until now-

- death note zombie au, takes place after light regains his memories and is about to complete his plans to end L.. a zombie plague causes him to run (https://www.tumblr.com/possumproductions/743695287607066624/deathnote-zombie-au-what-if-in-response-to-kira for more info) - after 2 years of the apocalypse light finally returns to L looking to work together for a cure-

((Just had to get this out of my brain my god i wish i could say ill write more but who knows also no shade its sloppy pfft))

…..

“Well.. i cant say i saw this coming.”

Light kept his hands clasped together, fingers intertwined held on the back of his head. The masked figure stood with a gun pointed directly at lights chest, he heard his own breath catch in the silence… that voice…

“Light… Why are you here?”

There was a softness there, perhaps unintentional, but it was there.

The gun remained raised as the figure used his other hand to pull back the black mask, revealing stubble and eyes as dark as light could remember them, as if the years had been days.

“Hello L”

All he got back for that tepid response was an agonising sigh, his former enemy unable to control it.

“You better come in, a hoard will be here soon..”

The shriek of an alarm partnered with red flashing lights began just as L turned to walk inside, as if he’d activated them for effect.

Light stumbled forward, cautious yet determined to follow into the fortress.

He had little time to feel relief before the room turned pitch black, a large metal door slamming shut as soon as he passed its threshold.

“Ryusaki? What is this?”

A swift kick answered his call as Light fell to the floor with the unmistakable weight of a boot on his back. L pounced in the dark and locked Lights wrists into the oh-so-familiar shackles that clicked shut. He couldnt help it, he started chuckling at the irony, unable to contain himself in such a ridiculous moment. L grunted in anger, shoving him back down with a harsh jolt as he stepped back. The force cut light off and he managed to bite his own tongue, blood leaking out of his mouth and dripping onto the floor.

“Fuck, great to see you too!”

“Shut up.” L strode away up the metal steps that appeared as the overhead lighting flashed back on. Light just slumped in relief, feeling the cold metal on his cheek manage to stiffle the sharp pain in his mouth. This was still, out of all his previous imagined scenarios of the moment they met again, far far better than expected- for one thing L didnt shoot him, and he was inside away from the terror outside.

He gave L a good 15 minutes of peace, not wanting to risk his mind changing just yet. As he rolled on his side, he stretched and contorted to pull his arms under his legs and out in front of him. He felt like an old hat at this, the handcuffs barely causing trouble as he stood up smoothly. When he did eventually climb the stairs and round the corner to peer past the door frame, he saw L sitting beside what looked like a shuttered window. There was a pool of smoke lazily drifting to the crack in the glass, pulling it through and out into the evening air. He took another drag and spoke without looking at Light.

“Why… what are you doing here.”

It didnt sound like a question, or at least not one for Light to answer just yet, instead he offered his own.

“Arent you impressed i survived this long?”

Now it was Ls turn to laugh, he tried to cover it with a cough that got away from him, smoke spluttering out of his mouth.

“You never smoked before…” Light whispered.

L caught his breath, but then he turned to face Light as he spoke and the fond moment of familiarity disappeared, replaced with a cold expression of anger.

“Why. Are. You. Here.”

Light stepped back, cursing himself for retreating yet unable to hide it.

“I… well.” How the hell would he explain himself?

“Im waiting.”

Light paused, staring momentarily at the hands cuffed before him, looking up at the man who had continued to imprison and release him in an endless cycle.

“I need your help.”

#death note #lawlight #light yagami #light #l #l/light #lawlight death note #death note au #death note fanfiction #zombie au

[the-gayest-tree-you-ever-did-see]

all my ttpd notes on each song before public opinion (overall opinion of the album at the end)

i didnt include tracks 1-6 bc ive posted about them already, but ill add them slowly by eod tomorrow most likely

fresh out the slammer

this is the track i was most excited for i think

oh title drop very early

fresh. out. the slammer. uhhh

i love the flow on all of the songs but i especially like this, its very fluid

FOR JUST ONE HOUR OF SUNSHINE!!!

in the shade of how he was feeling

the flow is very midnight rain i think

OOOH THE CHANGE AT 2:25 I LOVE THISSSSS

"im the girl of his american dreams" OMGGGG

i like the second half way better but the song is awesome

i think what im noticing about the album overall (so far) is it feels very empty production wise. its mostly her voice carrying it through but its hollow and i really think we need a more full production on this, or at least some parts of it. it feels uneven yk? or sort of unfinished, like she had the vocals and just slapped something behind it

florida!!!

VERY VERY EXCITED FOR THIS FLORENCE!!!!!!

and my friends all smell like weed or little babies.... ok.

okkkk less than a minute in and this is sooo anti-capitalist for a billionaire

FLORENCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i was so scared she'd be swept aside

"all my girls got their lace and their crimes"

so many mentions of a cheating husband on this album

"is that a bad thing to say in a song?" I LOOOOOVE MENTIONS OF THE MEDIA IN THAT MEDIA

FLORIDAAAA!! IS ONE HELL OF A DRuug..........

you can kind of here the thinness (??) of taylor's voice next to florence, the depth is lacking -- not necessarily bad, just something you can hear more with this track

some parts of it ("little did you know...") sound sort of like everybody wants to rule the world, idk if thats just me

guilty as sin

love the production this is so niceee

am i allowed to cry!

"oh what a way to dieeeee"

MESSY TOP LIP KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

without ever touching his skin, how can i be guilty as sin............ is this about matty healy please

the quiet distorted "what?" in the bg is very bejeweled

my bedsheets are ablaze

the melody on this is lowkey kind of boring. theres points where i expect her to do something interesting with her voice and flick up or drop low or trill and it just doesnt happen. would be very cool if that was there

"long suffering propriety" that whole bridge is written well but sung so clunky? like it doesnt sound natural it sounds like syllable filler yk? and i know this bc i do it way too much KSJDCHIUHRFIUH

ending with am i allowed to cry, its very much an internal song. idk how to explain it but shes looking in, and when she says am i allowed to cry, shes looking up. <- what???

whos afraid of little old me?

ooooh it starts out so cunty

"my bare hands paved their paths"

you dont get to tell me about sad!

I LOVE THISSS its so mad woman its so rep coded

"i leap from the gallows and i levitate down your street" GREAT LYRIC HILARIOUS VISUAL ITS LIKE THAT HALLWAY MEME BUT WITH TAYLOR. hold on

okay

WHOS AFRAID OF LITTLE OLD ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! you should be <- ME TO MY MOM

production goes off cunty as fuck

"the scandal was contained" OMGG TELL ME TELL ME

you dont get to tell me you feel bad variant

BRIDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i think this is my favorite track i love it

"the circus life made me mean" ooooh very very interesting. i will analyze this song more fully later but not on this post

"tell me everything is not about me, what if it is?" OKAYYYYY

the way she sings "you should be" reminds of something on folklore/evermore but i cant think of what

shes very cool on this song. the emotion actually comes through.

"you wouldnt last an hour in the asylum where they raised me." oh okay! so like. have we considered not saying that.

i think that line turned me off the whole song KJSDCIUERFHIUEFH LIKE???? HELLO???????

i just. hm. very disappointed. you have one billion dollars. your parents put down the deposit for your career. ok.

the way she sings "wretched" and "narcotics" is what i wanted for more of the album. ykwim.

i will admit her screaming the title is veeeery very nice

"i am what i am cause you trained me" okkkk. im sorry taylor my bad!

idk how i feel about this song anymore. should i just ignore the lyrics and listen lmaoo

i can fix him (no i really i can)

okay i was waiting on this song but with the context of the rest of the album. idk. we'll see

okay IMMEDIATE ick.......... "the smoke cloud billows out his mouth like a freight train through a small town" okay taylor i guess rhymezone was in for her. idkkkkk

okay next line came in actually i spoke too soon it serves !!

this is very cowboy like me inverse

ughhh title drop already. see i wanted it cunty!!! why title it that when its so nothing. this is SO NOTHING

is this about matty healy. girl hes a neonazi you cant fix him

BRIDGE?????? i love when she shows off her kinks

okay. yeah this song was very nothing.

loml

the piano is very gentle on this and muted. i like it

is this aaron dessner? hold on lemme check

yes it is!!!

"never before and never since" looooove <3 <3 <3

"still alive, killing time at the cemetery, never quite buried in your suit and tie" LOOOOOOVE <3 <3 <3

this is very her relationship with religion methinks....

"about a million times" ala illicit affairs "a million little times"

"when your impressionist paintings of heaven turned out to be fakes" i think this is my favorite lyricism out of the album, its very natural its very clear its very real. i really really like it

A CONMAN SELLS A FOOL A GET LOVE QUICK SCHEME. GAGGED

some of it is very grieving that she didnt last with her first love, that she still has to work for it. but its also still feeling like a metaphor for religious beliefs and god, that she cant fully believe and she wishes she had unwavering faith

MR STEAL YO GIRL????????????

"talking rings and talking cradles"

i wish i could unrecall how we almost had it all

"SOMETHING COUNTERFEIT'S DEAD" GLITCH I ALWAYS BELIEVED IN YOU (lie)

"ill never leave. never mind"

the way this extends is very phoebe bridgers and the way she enunciates "loss of my life" is very her as well

okay donesies. i liked this one a lot.

i can do it with a broken heart

i like the glimmery production

lyrics again are flopping a little :/

"im a real tough kid, i can handle my shit" 😸 okay

GOTTA FAKE IT TIL I MAKE IT TIL I DID !!!

the lyrics are so over and so back so much its killing me. i cringe so hard i cry and then i gag just as hard

lights camera bitch smile even when i wanna die......................

"ALL THE PIECES OF ME SHATTERED WHILE THE CROWD WAS SCREAMING MORE" im so. im sooo sos so so feeling aout this.

whos counting in the background idk how i feel about it

"im so depressed i act like its my birthday everyday" ughhhhh!!! cunty but she didnt sing it right yk. idk.

production slays

"im so obsessed with him but he avoids me like the plague" we're back again. i told yall its over and back and over and back SOOOOOO MUCH

okay i think i like it

I CRY A LOT BUT I AM SO PRODUCTIVE! SOOOOOOOOOOOO ME

i wanted the whole album to be like that verse

im a real tough kid again :/ shhhh

"in stilettos for miles" eras im so so sorry girl

IM SO DEPRESSED I ACT LIKE ITS MY BIRTHDAY EVERY DAY IM SO OBSESSED WITH HIM BUT HE AVOIDS ME LIKE THE PLAGUE I CRY A LOT BUT I AM SO PRODUCTIVE ITS AN ART YOU KNOW YOURE GOOD WHEN YOU CAN EVEN DO IT WITH A BROKEN HEART! ! !

when she does "you know youre good!" and the laughing and everything ohhhh my god. IM SO MISERABLE! AND NO ONE KNOWS! dont try and come for my job OKAYYYYYYY SHE SERVED ON THIS

okay i think i really like this song. i just need a couple days lol

the smallest man who ever lived

veryyyyy excited for this. i think. a little.

"who the fuck was that guy" OKAYY!!!!!!!!

theres no lyric i was to write here but its all very good btw

she sounds like my english teacher vocally and its killing me KSJDCIUERHFIUERH

"in public showed me off then sank in stoned oblivion"

i cant figure out what shes saying "once your queen had come, you treat her like an ulcer and"??? alseran?? i cant understand it skdjfhieurhiuerg

you didnt measure up in any measure of a man !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! taylor date girls <3

the production is building here i like it is she gonna belt/scream

YEAHHHH BELTING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

"were you a sleeper cell spy in 50 years will all this be declassified and youll confess why you did it and ill say good riddance cause it wasnt sex [something something] and it wasnt forbidden" I REAAAAALLY LIKE THIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i like when she makes up situations and puts herself in them

YOU CRASHED MY PARTY AND YOUR RENTAL CAR

you kicked out the stage lights but youre still performing.

"you are what you did" versus innocent's "who you are is not where you've been"

i like this track

the alchemy

I WAS SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS BUT NOW IDK HOW TO FEEL!!! idk im just jumping in

oh r&b production?? interesting....

ooh whats the rumbling thing i like that

shes returning to something but what...

TOUCHDOWN IS THIS KILLATRAV !!!!!!!!!!!!!! KILLATRAV KILLATRAV !!!!!!!!!!!

oh title drop but i wasnt listening KJSHCIUHEGFH

reference to maathp

is this returning to american boys KJIUFHEORUFHOERF???

oh this is sooooo referencing maathp

okay but it sounds like this person and her were already together and now theyre back "his heart....is still reserved for me" or maybe thats just trav holding on the friendship bracelet

i hate to say this but "wheres the trophy? he just comes running over to me" is very call it what you want + sweet nothing and another song i cant remember right now but yall know...... im sorry

im stupid as hell i cant hear what the line is where she says the alchemy

"he jokes that its heroine but this time with an e" THIS TIME??????

very much like this song. def not what i was expecting and im disappointed in that regard but its still a fun song

clara bow

nervous for this song. i like when she references people and places but theres a way to do it so i get scared every time

oooh ear ringing noise is very fun. i hope its not the whole time though

immediate title drop

oh so its not her? shes talking to someone else i think

oh this is in her past i think

lyrics are flopping.

"breath of fresh air through the smoke rings" like i can fix him (no really i can"

ohhh tambourine WAS stevie nicks reference

SORRY i dont like how she says eclipse lmaoo

i kind of dont vibe with all the small town references its as if she needs to remind us where she came from to be considered good like look how much i did when i came from nothing (even though she didnt)

YOU LOOK LIKE TAYLOR SWIFT IN THIS LIGHT !!!!

youve got edge, she never did girlllllllllll

so does she consider herself the "replacement" for clara bow?

song is okay i think it might grow on me. i think the biggest disappointment on this album is how predictable it all feels sonically.

the black dog

bonus track!! this is the only one i have so i might add the others later but tbh i might wait bc i dont know how much i. care.

muted pianooooo i love muted piano<333

YOU SHARED YOUR LOCATION AND FORGOT TO TURN IT OFF

oh the black dog is a bar. im kind of. okay. okay

"shes too young to know this song" is a nice line but its clunky how its sung

old habits die screaming!

girl your longing does NAWT stay unspoken

folklore when she used "big" words it felt natural (for the most part). here it feels performative? like it doesnt FIT naturally

"was it hazing for a cruel fraternity i pledged" idk how to feel about this!

lots and lots of smoke references!

"six weeks of breathing clean air" -> CLEAN!!!!!!!!!!

two times she says she wants to burn her clothes on this album

i like the production im literally kind of ignoring the lyrics

omg never mind "tail between your legs youre leaving"

personal ick but i hate when songs cut off in a word. she goes "old habits die screeeeeam-" and nothing. JUST SAY THE -ING

okay cool. mid song but i hope the swifties who thought it was about depression and got the variant are feeling okay<33

overall: idk about this album. i went in really excited and so maybe thats why i feel so let down... but i feel so let down. this isnt what was marketed, this isnt anything even real for a lot of it. she's all over the place and i dont think its a tight and solid album -- although monetarily it will obviously look like one. there are moments where we get something very her and very real and i think those moments save the album. the production is also a little all over the place, and so very nothing. im not asking her to do anything fresh or new but why would you market it as if it was and not deliver?

i liked florida!!!, loml, and i can do it with a broken heart -- i think clara bow, the alchemy, and some others (you can tell with my notes LOL) will grow on me. and the tortured poets department and my boy only breaks his favorite toys were good songs, but i think i need a few days to actually acknowledge them as such.

also i think lyrically shes done a few very interesting things. it almost feels like debut with how specific it is and the name dropping and everything -- however it is new/rusty for her so that also kind of hurts her overall. i think maybe this is like good practice for a more evolved narrative lyricism in the future, bc her past mo of hazy visuals and thinly connected moments to string into a narrative just doesnt work anymore.

i will say. she did make me experience all 5 stages of grief plus some fun extras. maybe not in the way she wanted, but i did anyway ! its a fun album and i def think ill like it more as time goes on, but this is my opinion without outside influence and within the first day of listening -- i want to see how that changes! im also holding off on album rankings until a week or two passes

#ALRIGHT WHO WANT ME ! #a lot of times my initial reaction to a song is very different from how i feel about it as i keep listening so trust NOTHING i say kdsjfhie #(regarding rankings and favorites not the notes) #and with taylor you have to let the songs grow on you #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ttpd #the tree speaks

[gerard5d]

remembered some of my host design thoughts from 2020 just gonna straight up copy and paste them some grammar mistakes don't mind that too much

host design progress/thoughts/etc/etc

schmitty - when i listened to his (scared) tmp2 voicelines i imagined him (and did like 2 doodles) as a humanoid red quip. whether or not that's because me and my friends memed said quip a lot and i began assoisating the quip with schmitty might...idk be up in the air lol.

anyways i basically made him a human verison of the red quip and my human verison for him came later

cookie masterson - i think i listened to his F U easter eggs? and then boom. cookie, made his tie a ...cookie tie bc of his name lol

REDACTED - i think i listened to the tmp1 " voice reveals "? i forgot, man it's only been two months. anyways i know i based their look soley on something said on their tumblr page, " based raised in the woods ". and i made their " not shadowy " form not too long after

to quote myself: " well hes a serial killer or something right " . oh and i believe i made his shirt purple bc that color is sometimes associated with evil! woo. as for my first take on his Totally normal man in society he did not seem like a guy that could play off being a Totally normal man in society. he had fricking pink eye and was bleeding from his mouth and looked really sickly

todd - ah the funny internet man! my first design for him ..funky hair. i know i went through like 3 hairstyles for him and whether or not i wanted to give him shorts.

the 3 things that stayed through out all the designs are: shades, fire tie/fire on the pants and green crocs. now that i think about it his clothes are weird lol..

nate - soley based on his F U easter egg. " i'm pretty (fricking) expensive. " i also wanted to use a different head shape.

from my first sketch of him, nothing has really changed except for the stripes on his tie

guy towers - oh fgod my first reference drawing of him, the colors and design are pretty much the same now except i changed his shoes a bit and give him a short ponytail

idk hes the sports guy and sports people wear visors...yea

oh my gosh i think i gave guy a ponytail bc of some " au doodle/ the whereabouts of the ydkj hosts "

binjpipe - oh uhhhhhh ,is pink , hair shapes a b, she is the only character with a eye color (i guess bc i didnt really bother giving eye colors to any of my hosts)

my design for it has not changed, the onyl thing i added recently was circuits on her hands! bc . idk circuits are cool

schmitty but human - ohhey i found it, i imagined in his ydkj days hes just...pretty tired. hence gray hairs! and i know the tie i very loosely based on Funny Faster Funnier or wahtever it is

dr ro (hc name: dr.rangsey) - short science girl! idk i think the phrase " lab safety is mint colored! " fits her and thats something i thought about..and her colors are based on her game

again her design did not change much i think i just made the labcoat look better

hfelicia - ohhh i remember really wanting to make a design for her . i was like I GOTTA DO THIS.. and tentacles were a requirement. and a eyeball in her hair

one sketch i have is her with eyes on her arms which i believe i did put in, in her monster form . ok i just found when i got around to linearting and coloring, i realized her outfit was too similar to the mother in her game so i changed it (and ngl i was thinking of maid outfit kinda) i looked up vintage clothes and gave her something from that, and red shoes lol

guesspionage host (hc name: abigail s) - oh!! i doodled him on paper first, my final design is pretty different my gosh

my next sketch for him then has boots and a different head shape , uhh yea, eventually i made the shoes Not fricking big and i gave him some cool glove thing with...circuits! bc to quote on my reference page " epic shocking prank ". ngl that was mostly bc of gandra dee in dt17 bc she has nanobots or whatever on her hand and its pretty cool and i thought this host would be the kind to get stuff like that

and could be used for self defense i think? shocking hurts and its like ..opposite of binjpipes' kinda. his are on the palm while hers are on the opposite of the palm (??i dont know my human terms)

dandelion - design hasnt changed much either! and i hc him to be schmitty's brother so i uhh yea made them look similar somewhat. BUT MAN THE SHOES IN HIS FIRST DESIGN............not great. i added a bit more to his suit..jumpsuit? in my latest design for him! swaggy

buzz lippman - when i first heard him there were 2 things i know were needed - a tophat and yellow glasses

my first design for him isnt different from his latest deisgn, i jsut gave him a blue tie. blue as to tie into nate bc theyre cousins and i gave nate a yellow tie os yea

dixie - aww my first sketch for her was cute, i wanted something flowy, i made her somewhat angelic! and her dress has clouds ..and the thing around his waist and her cape are supposed to represent the millions of words made up! (vaguely bc no way am i gonna write words there) oh and the cape is kinda uhh like her wings persay!

civic doodle hostress and old man - AHHA my first doodle of old man was just a stick figure bc thats how hes shown in the ride. and i gave them both stick figure forms bc why not? EHAj i wasnt sure what colors to give to them at first so i used ms paint colors, AND OLD MANS BEARD WAS MADE OUT OF POMPOMS..God haa i didnt give him a beard at first when i finalized both of their designs

gene - referenced from his ingame look in sti, thought hed be a office guy so yep! and his pants have pixels similar to todd's sleeves , bc they are kinda a duo right

helen - awhhg she looks pretty anger in her first sketch and latest design...i thought of her color being green at first and man her skin color was more sickly

otherwise her hair style and form havent really changed. ohh there was a short time where i thought she was the ceo of binjpipe ..glad i didnt continue on with that thought, anyways stan helen bc she has to deal with 5 men sending each other to the bottom constantly </3 , or did so in teh ride

dot! - ah! my first digital sketch of her, really the two things that changed were her hairstyle and her pants. hairstyle is a thing thats stumped me several times lol, ooh her colors changed a bit too

ahh i wanted to give her a tuxedo shirt at first but i didnt 😔

bob - hairstyle REALLY stumped me with this one . and for my first digital sketch i quote myself " honestly keep seeing bob as bald " , then i saw the tvtropes page where it says he implies he has 80s hair or something and i was like " shit "

bidiots host (hc name: quant) - not much here, i based his suit on one i saw on a show we were watching in one of my classes. idk why i gave him a red gem thing tho, why not i guess!

dode - i know i looked up reference images for short hair! her design has changed p much the same the most ive changed were her colors

eventually i drew her ingame look :P

word spud host - literally a cardboard cutout, i think it was seriously inspired by box from inanimate insanity / a humanization of box that was a cutout cardboard and i thought it was nice

as for a serious design for them? maybe,

Ok um i guess the canvases are down here it goes august 2020 -> september 2020 -> started in 2021 minor edits here and then so this is most recent one 2023 -> december 2023

#mine #jackbox

[blazingstarship]

🎶You could be my whole world,

If I could be your satellite🎶

X (hope this link worka cause this number is taken off from spo.tify and y.ou.tube)

In the six months gape between events, holidays were spend at Martha’s place since the boys were busy to settle in their messy new place in Neo Domino. This place holded lots of memories for them, for everyone. Its where the past meet the present. Its where our second chance of love bloomed all over again.

S: Ironic isnt it?

Y: What?

S: To meet again at Martha’s place. Its thanks to her I got in contact with Kiryu and later you.

Y: Martha’s home is the place everyone comes together.

S: Yeah, it sure does. It feels good to be back here, back to you all…back to you. E-even my timing was…very good. Not.

Y: The timing was bad, but Im still glad you were there during my recovery.

S: I’m still happy you haven’t forgotten me. I was really worried when … you know… you went off in the chopper and faced the girl who everyone wanted to set you up with but also hurted you in the last duel you had with her.

Y: You are still not over that duel?

S: I got me so frustrated you have no idea. I cant stand anyone who dare to hurt you…without a good reason.

Y: smirks And whats for “a good reason”?

S: I can tell you whats not, you trying to reach out a helping hand and they whip you…hard…multiple times. I still dont get it.

Y: shrugs There is not much to understand, it happened.

S: I think I never will understand. I Just…I dont like to see you in pain. I care about you, Yus.

Y: After all these years, you still do?

S: I never stopped.

Y: Shar.

S: I know, I know. Sorry.

Y: What? No, I think its … amazing.

S: Its silly. I mean… Its been…2,5 years?… Stuff happen, changes… Feelings can change too. I just…never forgot you.

Y: And I haven’t forgotten you either or our promise. Twice.

S: Really?

Y: You are hard to forget. You are very stubborn, you know that?

S: blushes and cracks a sly smile. Thats what makes you like me…right?

Y: I cant deny that I dont.

S: smiles nervous Oh hey…look at that…a mistletoe. I-I know its cliche… but I always wondered what’s like to be kissed under a mistletoe.

Y: chuckles You mean, you never have been kissed under one before?

S: No…have you?

Y: Never have been interested.

S: Oh…whispers not even with me? Ofcourse not… no one wants to.

Y: Are you interested?

S: Maybe… but I-I dont wanna be pushy. Its just…I wanna know what makes it so special to be kissed under that kind of thing.

Y: There is only one way to find out.

S: You…you wanna?

Y: blushes as he placed his hand on her hip, pulling closer. You arent talking me out of this.

S blushes Not trying to.

…….

S: keeps smiling and staring in his eyes.

Y: What?

S: Nothing…just processing the moment…I didnt know you could be so romantic.

Y: Only takes the right person to be with.

S: Agreed. So… are you interested in me?

Y: In you?

S: Yeah… as… you know…

Y: No tell me.

S: You want me to say it, dont ya?

Y: grins You got my full attention.

S: Okay…interested as…dating material?

Y: Well…Im currently not trying to save the world and I may have some free time to go out and explore.

S: Sounds good. Does this exploring maybe include….checking out the ice skating rink downtown?

Y: With good company, sure. Are you interested?

S: It may so happen I am.

Y: How sounds, Friday seven o’clock?

S: nods Its a date…right?

Y: nods Yeah.

S: Just..just checking…I cant wait🥰 Also speaking of checking…. Maybe you should check yourself before we go on table.

Y: confused Something on me?

S: Hmmmm maybe a shade of red…. and Im not talking about your sweater…. or the blush on your cheeks😉

#✨blazing arts #❤️our future is written in the stars #💖your smile sparks like its outer space #✨spaceshipping #oh shoot this was suppose to be posted on dec 24 #oh well #selfshipping art #selfship art #self shipping #selfshipping

[asktheglarofam]

Dias beeing a bad uncle pt. 1

14th century

Rose summons a light ball.

Dias: “What is it?”

Rose: “You have to Babysit the twins.”

Dias: “Ha-ha no”

Rose: “It would only be for three hours.”

Dias: “THREE- three hours?”

Rose: “Yes, I have to go make some shopping and visit Esper.”

Dias: “Fine. Arrrgh.”

Later…

The white troll with fire for hair opens the door to the house only to be ambushed by his sister.

Rose: “Ok here you are, the twins are sleeping right now wake them up in half an our then they need feeding Cass likes his milk very hot at 34 degrees and Troy likes it normal. Why Cass bites Troy in the ear take him into your arm and try to play with him, when Cass cries, he only needs attention or change, when Troy cries he needs food, change, attention, or something woke him up.

And keep Cass away from Marmalade, Jelly or any fruit based thick liquid in a glass for that matter.”

Dias: “Wait what.”

She walks past him and opens the door.

Rose: “See you later.”

Dias: “Rose wait! “The door shuts loudly “fine just leave me”

Dias walks into the living room and throws himself onto the couch. He looks around the room and then sees a shelve with books he stands up and grabs one of them.

Dias whispers: “Human Revolutions, Surface beasts, War techniques, good enough.”

…an hour passes.

Dias looks around in the room after hearing a weird noise, his view locks at the clock.

Dias: “Shit I have to feed them!”

He runs into the hallway and follows the crying noises into Roses bedroom there he spots a crib and sprints over to it. The thin troll peaks inside to see two small baby trolls in different shades of yellow.

Dias: "You’re as ugly as I remember you."

He grabs the crying one with red hair on the tail with the arms on his back and the other one with his front arms.

Dias: "Come on stop crying." He walks along the hallway to thelivingroom and the kitchen.

He places the twins on the kitchen counter, trying to recall what Rose said. He thinks to himself: "Ok so one Milk hot and one room temperature got it."

He gets milk out of a cabbin and gets two bottles out of anther one and puts an equal amount of milk in both, he was heating up one bottle and didnt notice that the small brown haired troll (Cass) crawled around on the counter to jelly glasses he opened one of them with his mouth and started licking it out.

Dias: Ok milk is ready- OH LIKE HELL YOU ARE!

He tries to remove the small troll from the glass but he clings to it with all his streinght.

Dias: Come on, ok so i guess that makes you cass dias walks over to the other baby troll, with the jelly glass and cass in hand and hands him the bottle, he imediatly starts drinking out of it.

Dias picks the small troll up as soon as hes finished with the bottle. He walks to the bedroom and places the baby in the crib then he looks at Cass who is still licking the Jelly. Dias walks back to the couch with the baby in hand, places him on the couch and sits down next to him with a book.

The hours go by and so does the Jelly.

The small troll had completly emptied the glass but there was one spick of the raspberry flavored sugar load inside. The small troll tried to reach it and them. *plop His head was inside the glass.

Dias heard the noise coming from beside him and sees the small troll licking the walls of his glassy prison.

Dias: "OH. MY. GOD. How did you get in there? D-dont worry ill get you out. Shit rose is gonna kill me for letting you have Jelly. Shit, shit, shit"

Dias tried for ten mi nutes to get the troll out of the glass but nothing worked.

Dias: "Fuck youre gonna suffocicate in there."

Dias hears a noise he knows all so well, the door opening.

Dias: "Shit."

Rose: "I'm home, did anyone die?" She laughs.

Dias: "Not yet."

Rose puts of her coat and walks into the livingroom and the second she walks through the door from the anteroom to the livingroom Cass grabs the Glass covering his head and plops it of.

Dias looks at the small troll in disbelief. The small troll giggles.

Rose: "Aw, did you two have fun?" She walks to the couch and plays with the small trolls feet and then starts tickeling him and the small troll laughs. "Youre so cute"

Dias: "If I ever want children please hit me with a brick."

__________

Cass: "I dont even remember that"

Dias: "Oh I do vividly"

#story time #trollhunters #ocs

[circus4apsycho8]

Hey can I request Lloyd who has a crush on his f!bestfriend but his bestie is stoopid and is oblivous to his advances?

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚓𝚘𝚢!

oblivious. | lloyd x reader

“I don’t know if the green’s going to go well with our house’s theme,” you note, frowning as you study your screen. Lloyd chuckles, not caring so much about the color dilemma you’d been debating on for the past ten or so minutes.

Lloyd moves his Minecraft avatar so that he’s standing next to yours. “I have an idea. Can I have the beds for a second?”

He sees you nodding from his peripheral vision, and soon enough, Lloyd’s character holds two lime beds. A smirk lines his lips as he places them side-by-side in the middle of the room.

“There,” Lloyd says. “We can add a little bit of a nature theme, don’t you think? That would probably look better.”

He watches as you stare at your screen, his eyes widening in disbelief as you fail to react to his little hint, instead nodding. “That’s better. I’m going to go grab some vines so I can decorate.”

Lloyd refrains from laughing as he nods, simultaneously feeling amused and frustrated. He picks his phone up, sending a quick text to Kai:

DUDE I PUT OUR MINECRAFT BEDS TOGETHER AND SHE DIDNT EVEN REACT

“By the way, we should probably plan on visiting the Nether soon,” you note as he watches your avatar dart towards the exit.

“Sounds good.”

The screen of his phone lights up with a response:

Kai: WTF HOWWWWW

Kai: this is bad

Kai: maybe she just didn’t understand?? Try flirting outside of the game too, lmk how she reacts

Lloyd: sure

Well, that’s easier said than done, but Lloyd knows he can make it work. Hopefully.

Decision made, he returns his focus to the game, promptly exiting the house. “Where’d you go?”

“Not far, just to the birch forest nearby,” you answer, tone soft. Lloyd wonders what you have to constantly be thinking about to miss all of the blatant flirting he’d done. Even so, it only makes him smile. It’s cute, in your own way.

Lloyd suddenly gets an idea as you’re attacked by a skeleton that had been lurking underneath the shade of the trees. Once you fend it off, he says:

“Hey, we should change your respawn location to my place.”

“Oh, you’re right,” you note, turning back in the direction of the house. “I almost forgot to set my spawn.”

He can’t help but snort, taking a moment to rub his forehead. Oh boy.

A pop of red catches his attention, and he finds that there’s a red tulip nearby. He makes his character break it, placing it in his avatar’s hand before following you inside.

“We should put our tulips together.”

“Oh my gosh, yes! A flower garden would be so cute!” you chirp excitedly, spamming the sneak key a few times before dashing out of the house. “Put all of the flowers you find in our chest!”

Lloyd obeys, but sighs as he places his tulip in the chest. I’m going to have to up my game…

…

“Are you serious?” Kai questions as Lloyd deflects an attack.

“Dead! She just takes it the complete opposite of how I intended it to be!” Lloyd says, shaking his head. Kai laughs, swinging another attack in Lloyd’s direction.

“Well, if pick-up lines aren’t working, maybe you could try being a little more affectionate?” Cole suggests, cursing underneath his breath when Zane evades the swing of his weapon. “She may be more receptive to stuff like hugging, light hand-holding, that kind of thing.”

“And you know, if all else fails…you can just, you know. Tell her how you feel,” Nya adds as she knocks Jay over.

“I agree,” Zane chimes in. “Judging by how she’s been reacting, it seems like a direct confession would be wisest.”

“I know, but I just…” Lloyd groans, shaking his head. “I’ve known her for years and I’ve accepted that I love her, but she’s…a little dense with this stuff. Not that that’s a bad thing, necessarily. It’s more cute than anything.”

“I get it,” Kai replies. “Don’t worry too much, though. Worst case scenario, you just bite the bullet and tell her.”

The green ninja nods, sighing. “Yeah. I guess we’ll see how today goes.”

…

You arrive shortly after their training session. Lloyd grins as he sees you entering the room, as beautiful as ever.

His heart skips a beat as you return his smile, causing butterflies to well in his tummy. He watches as you come to sit next to him on the couch, both facing the television.

“Hey,” you greet, leaning back. “How are you?”

“I’m doing alright. How about yourself?”

“I’m well enough,” you reply. “Are we going to work on our world today?”

“We can later, but today is movie day,” Lloyd notes as the others come in to settle into their respective spots one-by-one. Kai shoots Lloyd a thumbs-up while you aren’t looking before sitting down.

Once everyone is ready, the lights are turned off, snacks are distributed, and the movie begins. Partway through, Lloyd casually slips his arm around your shoulders. He notices that you snuggle into him a little bit, but you don’t appear to be flustered or anything.

The two of you stay like that throughout the rest of the movie. At some point, Kai shoots Lloyd a disbelieving expression, to which Lloyd responds with a mere shrug.

Soon enough, the movie ends, and it seems as if you’ve fallen asleep. Everyone else stands, stretching and cleaning their trash up.

“Seriously? Nothing?” Kai asks, tone quiet.

Lloyd shakes his head. “Nope.”

“Lloyd, just tell her!” Nya urges as she follows Jay to the kitchen.

“Tell me what?” you ask, stirring. Lloyd glances down at you, nervousness suddenly coursing through him as he sees you rubbing your sleepy eyes.

“Uh…come with me,” Lloyd instructs, taking your hand. You stand, and with that, the green ninja pulls you outside to the deck of the Bounty.

“What’s wrong?” you ask he drags you to the railing.

“I, um…” Lloyd swallows nervously, and suddenly, he’s hyperaware of how fast his heart is racing. “I have a confession to make.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

Lloyd sighs, spying your hands resting on the railing. He scoops them into his own, noting how cold your skin is.

“I…I like you,” Lloyd starts, averting his gaze and wishing he felt as confident as he did before.

“I like you too, Lloyd,” you respond, smiling softly.

“Yeah, but I, um…I like you like you,” he admits. Wow. Mature way to phrase it.

His cheeks warm as he hears you giggle, watching with wide eyes as you stand on your tiptoes, pressing a small kiss against his cheek. “Well, Lloyd, I like you like you too.”

Lloyd is about to respond when he hears cheering emanating from nearby. He jumps in shock, looking over to see the ninja rejoicing.

“About damned time!” Kai yells.

“See, what did I tell you?” Nya adds.

“Huh?” you question. “They know?”

“I kinda…had to get some advice from them.”

“Wait,” you say, as if you’d just realized something. “Is that why you put our Minecraft beds together?!”

“Maybe?”

You roll your eyes, chuckling. “You’re a dork.”

“Says the one who didn’t respond to any of my flirting!”

“You were flirting?”

Lloyd can’t help but laugh, going to hug you. “I was. Don’t worry about it.”

𝚊/𝚗: 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚐𝚘 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗; 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘!

#ninjagoxreader #reader insert #lloyd x reader #lloyd garmadon x reader #request #quick fic #ninjago

[kkgun]

Seong Taehun gets fucked Part2 idk

Edit: deleted part 1 so this may not make sense anymore but oh well part one was cringing me out i cant help it😭

Taehun lay in bed, blanket wrapped around his figure. It had been a week since the encounter with you, but he could still not get it out of his mind.

The more the tried to convince himself he hated what happened, the more he thought about you. Memories flashed through his brain, and feeling of your hot cock in his mouth resurfaced. Taehun bit his lip, as he felt his stomach tingle. Unconsciously, a hand traveled down his stomach, and let out a whine as he felt his crotch.

Hearing himself, he snapped back to reality to realize his dick was now rock hard.

“Fucking hell, the fuck’s wrong with me.”

Taehun screamed, but it still didn’t change the fact that he was horny as fuck.

“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, not again.”

He mumbled, as this had not been the first time it happened. As embarrassing as it is, the great Taehun Seong had been jerking off to you the entire week.

He groaned into his pillow, erect cock still throbbing in his pants.

“This is the last time”- Taehun mentally told himself, even though he knew damn well it wouldnt be.

Gulping, he took his pants off halfway. His dick sprang out, and angry shade of red with precum leaking out the tip. Infact, he was leaking so much he didnt think of using any type of lube. Wrapping a hand around his cock, Taehun moaned, body shivering from the pleasure. He moved his hand up and down slowly, feeling the wetness and hardness of his shaft, ashamed of how it was all because of a memory of getting facefucked by some rando in an arcade bar.

Taehun thought about how your foot grinded on his dick, and how it felt so fucking good, as he sped up his pace. He brought a hand over his mouth, not wanting his dad to overhead him moan like a whore as he fucked himself over the thought of humping your foot. He recalled how you roughly grabbed the sides of his face as you made him deepthroat you, and before long, he was shoving his fingers in his mouth, imagining they were yours, or even better, your cock.

He sucked on his fingers, as he thrusted them in and out of his own mouth. And using his tongue, he glided around them, occasionally giving kitten licks to the tip.

Would you like this if he did this to you? He saw pornstars do it when giving blowjobs, so would it make you cum faster?

Taehun thought about your cum, and how it spurted down his throat. The slightly sweet and salty taste lingered in his mouth after he swallowed, and it was delicious.

He wanted your cum inside his mouth again.

He wanted to you to cum inside him again.

And with that, he came, and in his mind, it was you cumming inside his mouth. Thick white spurts splattered across his hands, and clouded by lust, Taehun shamlessly licked his own cum up, wishing it was yours instead.

“Fuck.” He huffed, looking at the mess he made. His face was flushed, and even though he just came, there was only one thought on his mind.

It wasnt enough, he wanted more of you.

But his pride would never let him admit it.

#subtaehoon #AGAIN #how to fight #viralhit #domreader #sung taehoon #seongtaehunsmut #seong taehun #domreaderxseongtaehun #dom reader #subtaehun #viralhit smut

[apolloaiden]

Sparker

(Hakon x Aiden) Slightly NSFW (Language, Slight Sexual Themes ((very slight)))

"Hakon! Can you get me my water from my bag?" Aiden yells as he climbs up the tree at almost non-human speeds, with a tarp slung over his shoulders. "Sure, let me find it." The frenchman calls back, setting down his bags next to the younger man's.

It's been an eventful week for the duo. After leaving the ruined city for the thing Aiden does best: being a Pilgrim, Hakon decided to join him. Now, he wasn't forgetting the things Aiden had done for him: sparing his life multiple times when he had a very, VERY good reason not too. Surprisingly, Aiden didn't deny the older man the chance to tag along, and in the time from then til now, they've been cornered multiple times by Biters and Virals alike, and saved multiple times by Aiden's... interesting temporary turning. Hakon wasn't going to lie, seeing Aiden that way, fighting for himself, fighting for him, was... well, it was like when his second wife got a little tipsy and decided to fist fight a guy for hitting on him. That's not a weird comparison... right? Yeah... He opens Aiden's bag and rummages around in it, looking for this damned water bottle Aiden just loved hiding in his bag and- he pulls out a piece of paper.

Just laying his eyes on it he sees a beautifully hand drawn portrait of Aiden on pink paper, and it isn't until he reads the handwritten font that's DEFINITELY not Aiden's, does he know what it is. "What the fuck?" Is all he can say, blushing, staring at the card as he reads, "... so ISO someone who enjoys getting vertical as much as horizontal, if you know what I mean." Aiden, in all his infectedness, hears him, "What? Can't find it?" "You," Hakon swallows, cursing his burning face as he turns to Aiden, now on the ground of the forest, having hung the tarp up like a hammock in the trees, "you have a Sparker card?" This time, Aiden's face immediately changes to a darker shade, "Yeahhh uh, when I first started going around Villedor, Raheem made me a card," He looks down, "I didnt even know about it until I passed by the fucking bakery. By then, half the ladies I met wanted a fucking fling." Hakon hums, "Lucky ladies..." "No! I didn't do anything with them- wait- what?" No response. "Hakon, what... what did you just say?" Aiden stares at Hakon's face, who's trying so desperately to look out into the forest like he senses a Biter just out of sight. Damn Aiden's heightened hearing. "Hakon." Don't look at him. Don't you dare, and don't focus on your heart beating a million miles a minute. "Hakon." It's closer. He feels a hand on his, shaking on his knee where he's sat, and another touch the side of his face, slowly making him face forward. He casts his eyes down, too embarrassed to even look at Aiden. He hears him sigh, then gasps as Aiden pushes him back onto their bags. Planting one hand on the ground next to Hakon's head, Aiden dives down and locks his lips with Hakon's open mouth, teeth slightly clinking as they hit. Hakon looses himself in the kiss, focusing on the way Aiden feels, the slight blood taste in his mouth mixed with chamomile and honey, and how Aiden lowers himself onto his thighs as he deepens the kiss. Eventually, Aiden breaks the now sloppy kiss, and rests his forehead on Hakon's. "For the record," he pants onto his lips, "I don't just like women." "I can see that, mordeur." Hakon smiles, ghosting against Aiden's lips. Aiden pulls back, a grin on his face, "Mordeur? Pet names already, Hakon?" He pushes the younger man off him gently, earning a giggle, "It means Biter, you feral man." He laughs, "Ok then, paillard homme, you don't think I see the way you look at me, nor that tent in your pants?" "Oh, mon Dieu, Aiden," Hakon covers his face, immediately turning red at the callout and the degradation in his mother tongue- how did Aiden even know that?, "is the ground really the safest place for this?" Aiden stands and sighs, brushing his pants off, "No, no it's not. Speaking of, I need to get your hammock tied up." And with a coy, triumphant smile looking down at the flustered and slightly aroused Hakon, he dashes off up a tree with the second tarp. "Motherfucker..." he just sits there, calming his racing heart, before getting up, slinging the bags over his shoulder, and climbing the tree up to his hammock, noticing the sun setting. He ties and hangs the bags up in the branches near them. Looking at Aiden, he realises he had made Hakon's hammock closer to his own, and even strung the UV lights closer to them. Laying down, he says, "So, you like it vertically, hm?" In the dying light, he sees Aiden bolt upright, clearly flustered, "Sh-shut the fuck up and go to sleep, we can talk about that later, in a house. NOT in the wilderness, Hakon." All he does is chuckle as his face heats up.

#fanfiction #hakon x aiden #aiden x hakon #dying light 2 spoilers #dying light #dying light 2 #dying light 2 stay human #haiden #You cant tell me hakon HASNT seen Aidens sparker card #And he would totally poke fun at him with it #oxen actually scheduled something?! Woahhh!!

[violetnotez]

I know this isn’t canon at all, since Yuuji can pretty much control Sukuna...but I just want some Itadori cuddles

Itadori x reader | Jujutsu Kaisen

⤷ Genre: Fluff+Angst

⤷ Word Count: 1072

⤷ Warnings: cursing, negative feelings (ie:worthlessness, etc)

⤷ Synopsis: Itadori wakes up to you crying...and he’s gotta figure out what-or who-made you so upset.

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧ ✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ:

“Huh? W-what happened?”

Itadori blinked a few times, ruffling his hand through his hair as he tried to wake himself from his brain fog.

What went on that made him forget his memory so badly?

He remembered having a movie night with you, having a stack of snacks on the table as you two cuddled up on the couch, readying for a long night of movies. The last thing he remembered was telling you something about the movie you were watching, and then letting out a yawn...did he pass out?

It wasn’t it like him to knock out during a movie, he was always too focused too think about sleep, but you were so warm and cuddly...he must have just fell asleep by accident.

Yuuji scratched the back of his head, a shy chuckle leaving his lips.

“Guess I accidentally fell asleep, sorry about that y/n…

-“y/n?”

Itadori turned his head, his ears picking up a stomach churning noise-

you were crying.

You had been snuggled up close to him, but right now you were on the very opposite of the couch, as far as you could be from him. You were cradling your knees to your chest, back shaking from the sniffles as you turned yourself away from him.

Itaodri was instantly scared- you were fine just moments ago, what had happened when he was asleep?

He started scooting himself closer to you, wanting nothing more than to wipe those tears away so he can make you happy and smiling again.

“Was the movie too sad?” He asked, desperately trying to piece together the situation,” I'm so sorry, I didn't think it would make you so upset, we can change it-”

“Do you-“ you squeaked out, your voice meek and scratchy,” do you really think of me like that?”

His hand was reached out to you, so close to comforting your broken form- but it faltered, taken aback by your words.

What were you talking about?

He retreated his hand back to his body, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I-Im sorry babe,” he chukled nervously, “I dont really know what your talking about,”

He watched you abruptly turn your body to him, a sniffle leaving you as you swallowed thickly.

Itadori felt his heart break at the sight of you-your eyes were glassy and red, wet tears streaking across your cheeks. Your brows were knitted with such pain, he wanted to just shower you with love and adoration to make it go away.

But in order to do that, he had to figure out what the hell got you this upset in the first place.

Hiccups began to abrupt in your chest, the force of them making your tears well in your eyes again as you looked up at him.

“Hey, its okay” he cooed softly, gingerly taking your hand in his. “You’re safe with me, I wont let anything happen to you. Just tell me whats wrong, and I promise I’ll make it all go away,”

Something was different...when he took your hand, you didnt look more comforted like you suaully would...you had stiffened as if it pained you to have him touch you.

“Do you-do you think Im worthless? And-and dumb? Ugly?” you sniffled out, your voice weak and timid.

Yuuji blinked a few times yet again, utterly confused and worried.

What or who was making you think like this?

You continued to spill out these harmful, negative words, each one making Itadori’s stomach sink deeper and deeper. He could see your spirits had been crush, but he just couldnt seem to understand what had brought this upon you.

You paused slightly, your eyes wavering and throat throbbing, turning to Yuuji with a pitiful stare.

“Do you-do you not want to be with me?”

Yuuji instantly reacted, his brows knitted and eyes wide.

“Of course I want to be with you!” he exclaimed, his voice proud and unwavering.

He brought your hand up to his chest, his larger palm placing yours against his heart.

“On my life, I wouldnt be with you if I didnt want to. Youre beautiful, smart, funny, you always make me smile, you’re always there for me, you make me feel like the best version of me...so why wouldnt I want to be with you?”

The thumping of Itadori’s heart seeped into your skin, the motion sending a thumping through your fingertips, through your arm and traveling to your body.

The corner of your mouth tugged, yet eyes still full of sorrow and pain.

“What happened love?” he asked again softly, noticing how you eyes faltered, moving closer to your shaking form.

“Sukuna….” you stuttered, chest beginning to fall more forcefully, “he-“

“Did he come out...and say all those things to you?” Itadori finished your sentence for you, his light brown eyes darkening to a shade of chocolate brown as you nodded your head weakly, confirming his worst fear.

The hell did that damn curse thinking he was doing?It was bad enough he could hear him complaining in his head all day, and now he was trying to screw up his love life?

Itadori fully knew Sukuna wasnt too... pleased to know that his vessel was dating a human... and one with a low amount of cursed energy. Yuuji could hear him all the time complaining or making rude comments whenever you two were together, but Yuuji would either ignore it or tell him to be quiet. But he would never think Sukuna would do something as terrible as this…

Just as Itadori was going to start yelling at Sukuna in his head for being such a jackass to you, he felt your breathing become more rapid than before.

“Oh, babe…” he breathed out, instantly scooping you up into his lap as you began to cry again, tears wetting your cheeks once again.

Before you seemed to flinch against his touch, but now your hands instantly wrapped into his chest, enveloping yourself in his warmth as you hide yourself into his collarbone

Yuuji let you sob out your pain without judgement, whispering sweet nothings as he brushed the side of your face with his digits, placing kisses all over your face.

“I promise you,” he stated, voice strong and unwavering, “I will never let that happen ever again.”

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk #jjk x reader #itadori yuuji #itadori x reader #jjk itadori x reader #yuuji x reader #jjk yuuji x reader #itadori x reader fluff #itadori x reader angst #yuuji x reader fluff #yuuji x reader angst

[sallyf4ce]

wolves

chapter III

-> sallyfacexf!reader

-> enemies? to lovers

-> previous | next

cw: drugs, cigarettes, abuse, violence

*does not follow original plot of sally face*

summary: (y/n) wakes up early to avoid sally. sally’s upset that he did something wrong yesterday. (y/n)’s first meeting with travis isn’t the nicest.

The incessant beeping of your alarm tugs you out of your dreamless sleep.

The sticky tears on the ground remind you of yesterday’s events, but you disregard them. All you want to do is take a shower, throw on your jacket and get out the door. You slowly clamber up off the ground and across the living room to turn off the alarm. After making sure it’s not on snooze, you drag your sore body to the shower. It smells like smoke and lots of cleaning supplies. This place is fucking gross. Is it even monday?’ you check the calendar. It is, in fact, monday. You strip and turn the shower handle.

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You're so glad that you chose to wake up early. Usually kids this far from school drive or get picked up by the bus, but you prefer to use your skateboard. That’s why you get up at 6:30, so you have enough time to get ready and get to school on time. Sanity’s fall quietly played as you washed your breakfast plate and cup, brushing grease residue off the greyish porcelain. You wonder if Sal is awake yet. Probably not. You know, waking up early ensures that you won't see him in the morning. The guy’s not that bad, his eyes just freak you out a little.

Pulling the pink glove off your prosthetic, you wipe your hands with a towel and move to the closet to put your shoes on.

“Jacket, jacket, jacket, jacket.” you mumble, eyebrows knitted. “Where are you?” oh, right, you left it in your room.. With poppy. Was that even her name? You kind of just decided it for her.

Alright, don't be a pussy. Just go in and grab the jacket. You sucked in a breath and opened the door to your room.

“Eeh! A teenager! What’s your name, little lady?” her blond ponytail bounced with every sentence. This was the first time you could get a good look at her. She didn't really have feet, just bloody stumps where they used to be.

“Holy fuck, you’re so loud!” your hands covered your ears.

“Ahh, so sorry! I haven't used my voice in years.” she coughs.

“S’ fine... Can I just- just grab my jacket?” you point at the green pile amidst the boxes all around the room. You didn't get a chance to set up.

“Go ahead!” she nods and smiles.

“Alright. uh, listen, lady. This-” you motion towards the whole room. “Is my room. I live here now. I get that you, like, can't leave this place and shit, but could you maybe sit quietly while i set up later? I really need to clean my room up. I’ll set up a little chair place for you or whatever, so you could sleep at night.” you mumble the last part, embarrassed about your hospitality.

“I can’t sleep.” she smiles, her teeth surprisingly shiny for a ghost’s. God, she’s so preppy that you forgot she’s dead.

“Pretend to then, i dont fucking know. Alright, i have to go. Just… don't cause trouble.” grabbing the jacket, you begin shutting the door. “My name’s (y/n), by the way.”

You can hear her squeals as you leave the apartment. You decide to take the elevator because you don't feel like running down the stairs with a heavy ass bag on your back.. Stepping in, you press the main floor button. It looks like there’s a bit of sticky stuff around it. gross. Syrup? You hoped so.

The elevator dings and you step out, heading out the front doors. It’s cloudy. Again. Not a surprise, really. Keeping your eyes on the gravel, you set down your skateboard and begin your journey to school.

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Sal’s point of view:

“She probably went on without us, man. Don’t know why you're worrying so much.'' Larry leaned back into the bus seat.

“It’s not that, Larry face. Yesterday, when we left…” was it my fault? Did i scare her? Did she see my face through the mask? Fuck.

“What is it? Spit it out, sally dude.” he pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and puffed the smoke out the window.

“I think i scared her, larry. I think she saw my face.” i let out a shaky breath. God, everything was going good. Why the fuck does this stupid face ruin everything?

“Did you- did you take your mask off?” he sat up in the seat, eyes wide.

“No. She probably saw it through my mask.”

“I still dont get it. Explain more, dude.”

“She looked so scared. We made eye contact, and she, like, panicked. Her eyes widened and then she threw me out. It was definitely my eyes. We were fine the whole night, i dont know why she freaked out.”

Larry let out a long hum. He was probably trying to piece things together. Anyway, she definitely went to school earlier than us. I can ask her about it there.

“Woah, sally face. Calm down or you’ll go bald.” larry’s hands pulled mine off my pigtails. Huh, i didnt even notice.

“Thanks, dude. I think we’re here.”

Your point of view:

It was around eight o’clock by the time you arrived. Kids were already piling out of buses and cars, standing by the school’s entrance and conversing with their friends. You definitely felt some eyes on you. That was expected, though. They didnt recognize you, and nockfell didnt seem like a town with many new people. Thinking back to yesterday, sal and larry mentioned some bully kid. Probably wouldnt be hard to spot him.

“Watch it, goth freak!” a pair of hands gripped onto your shoulders.

Ah, what a coincidence.

“Get the fuck off me, fucking prick.” he twitched as you gripped onto his hands and pushed him away.

“Is that a metal hand? Ha, you’re a fucking cripple! How pathetic.” he chuckled. Blond hair draped itself across his forehead, definitely not complimenting the purple shade of his shirt and eye. School fight? or daddy issues? Who knows. I mean, you’re not one to speak, your dad’s literally dead.

“Let me guess, you’re that bully fucker they talked about. God, isnt there enough troubled kids in Nockfell?” you rolled your eyes, just wanting to get to school.

When you said you had bad luck, you really meant it, because all of a sudden, his fist landed on your face.

Are you fucking serious?

You just moved here yesterday and you’ve already been fucked up twice. You can’t keep taking hits, (y/n)! You gotta dish some out!

Sighing in disbelief, you reached out to your gushing nose.

“Mother.” you flicked the blood off your prosthetic hand. “Fucker.”

At this, travis bolts. You drop your bag and get back on your skateboard, weaving through the crowd to get to that shrimpy little fuck.

“I’m so fucking done with nockfell.” blood trails down the side of your face as you lock your eyes on the blond mop of hair in front of you.

Do you jump? Or let him get away?

Nah, you jump.

The skateboard shoots out beneath you as you kick off. He lets out a strangled cry as you land on his back and send him to the concrete. A few whoops can be heard from the kids far behind you.

“Fuck, i’m sorry! Get off me!” he scrambles beneath you.

“Now you’re fucking sorry?”

He doesnt say anything. You slowly climb off, keeping a hand on his neck.

“Pussy.” a snicker escapes you.

“What’d you just-” the hand on his neck squeezes tighter and shuts him up.

“What’s your name again?”

“Tr-travis, fuck.”

“Travis, huh? Well, travis-”

“(Y/n)? What are you doing on Travis?”

Sal’s point of view:

Me and larry were getting off the bus when we heard a bunch of cheering. Weird. I looked in the direction larry was staring. Hold on, that’s travis and some other kid on top of him.

“Sally face! I think that’s fucking (Y/n)! Holy shit!” larry shakes my shoulder. That’s actually her! What is she doing on travis?

“Larry, c’mon, we have to go get her off!” i try pulling him away, but he doesnt budge.

“No way, man! I wanna see her beat him up! She’s doing what you won’t let me do!” he smiles wide. Fuck, i guess i’ll just have to go alone. Larry frowns as i drop my bag and begin running towards them. I’m not letting her get in trouble on the first day. I hear her say something to him as i come closer.

“(Y/n)? What are you doing on travis?”

She looks up in surprise. Holy shit, she’s bleeding!

“I’ve gotten fucked up twice in the past 24 hours. I’m not letting this fuck get away with it.” She snarls. As bad as i feel, she’s kind of attractive, bloody and feral like that. God, what the fuck? Not time for this, sal.

“Oh my god, (y/n)! Here, uh, get up and i’ll take you to the office.”

Your point of view:

You look back at travis. There’s a visible blush on his face, and he’s staring straight at sally.

Oh.

OH.

A smirk forms on your face.

“No thanks, porcelain face. Me and blondie here will go by ourselves. Right?”

He growls, but you tighten your grip on his neck again and he nods.

“Uh, okay. Do you want me to take your skateboard or something?” Sal scratches his head and changes the topic. Just a sliver of jealousy can be found in him, but he is grateful for the nickname. It suits him.

Your expression darkens for a second, all of a sudden feeling possessive of your skateboard. He’s not touching it. It was your dad’s.

“No. Take my bag or something.” you nod towards it by the entrance of the school, where it sits. He obeys and gets up to pick up your bag. You pull travis up with you, blood dripping down your shirt and an arm around his shoulders. Sal’s quite a bit away at this point.

“You gay?” you hum. Travis’s back straightens and fear flashes through his eyes. How did you know? How the fuck did you know?

“No! Fuck you, you’re just a pussy who thinks she knows everything-” he starts yelling, trying to get away, but you interrupt him.

“God, shut up. You’re making my head hurt more. It’s okay, you know. I wont fucking tell anyone about your little self exploration journey.” you pat him on the back and he flushes.

“Fuck, you’re so sappy it’s disgusting.”

“I’m not gonna be a dick to someone because of their sexuality, fuckass. I’m not that low. Let’s get to the school.”

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the landlord - myg | m

↳ summary- your air conditioner breaks right at the height of a recordbreaking heat wave.  good thing your hot landlord, yoongi, knows how to attend to any needs you may have.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 4.3k

↳ pairing- yoongi x reader

↳ genre- smut, light crack, PWP

↳ warnings- basically the plot of a porn, theres no plot, the plot doesn’t make sense, seduction, oral sex (m/f receiving), penetrative sex, dirty talk, fun laughing giggly time during sex, honestly yoongi is great and i love him, maybe exhibitionism if u squint ???, cum sharing, finger sucking, motorboating

↳ a/n- did i just write basically the plotline of a bad porno? yes.  did i love it? also yes.  this was lowkey inspired by my own landlord coming over to my place (that i DIDNT SLEEP WITH) and i answered the door in a state of undress :/ i hate myself lol.  anywwayyss! enjoy yoongi the landlord!  pls feel free to interact with me because i need constant attention uwu

The inside of your apartment feels hotter than the blazing sun outside.  Your air conditioner chose the worst week to fritz on you. A record-breaking heat wave.

Nothing helps.  You open windows, blow fans, sit in front of your fridge, take cold showers. All just momentary bliss that ends too soon.

It finally breaks you and you muster up the courage to text your landlord, Yoongi.  

You inhale a deep breath as you click on the name. Min Yoongi, landlord.  Your eyes flutter shut for a moment without realizing.

Your landlord who lives in the same building as you is likely the hottest and most attractive man you’ve ever met. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have a crush on the man. Every month, paying rent was torture. You wanted to fling your legs open to him and request he takes his payment another way.

But you never did. He always remained cool and expressionless and it was hard to get a read on the man, let alone see if he’s interested.

Your fingers slide across the keys, nibbling at your lip as you decide what to say.

[to: yoongi] hi! sorry to bother you but my ac appears to have died and im afraid ill be next at the rate of his heat wave 😩 no rush but id appreciate help!

Perfect. Simple, slightly cutesy. Emoji to express how chill you are.

Your phone vibrates almost instantly and a smile curves on your face.

[to: me] oh no, we can’t have that. haunted apartments are hard to rent out 😉 im out until late tonight but i can stop by first thing in the morning if that’s cool?

A flirty line? Is this… working?

[to: yoongi] tomorrow is great! and don’t worry, if i die i won’t haunt this apartment, i’ll haunt yours 😌

[to: me] see you tomorrow, poltergeist 👻

You’re leaping through the air at the idea of the hot landlord semi-flirting with you over text when you notice your apartment. It’s disgusting. Your face burns red and you instantly work on the space before Yoongi comes over. He can't see you like this.

Sleep is out of the question. After your ravage cleaning and polishing and organizing, you’ve worked up more than a sweat.  A cold shower helps for a moment but you end up lying in bed feeling slightly wet and very, very hot. The humidity is draining.

You change into an outfit of a crop top and g-string panties. You aim the 3 fans in your room to point around your bed for direct wind contact. It helps, somewhat.

Sleep finally comes as dawn breaks. It’s cooled off enough that the ambient air around you is finally tolerable.  Exhaustion overwhelms you, and you pass out, hard. Finally.

You’re broken from your exquisite dream of being nailed by your landlord when a loud knock wakes you up. It’s disorienting. You’re so tired you’re not even sure where you are at the moment, let alone who is at the door.  The knock sounds again and you scurry to turn off the loud fans and book it to the door.

The door swings open and reveals your landlord, Yoongi.

“Oh, hi!” You’re excited to see him, for reasons beyond fixing your air conditioning.

Yoongi steps in and looks like he’s about to speak but opens his mouth and remains silent. His cheeks tingle a light shade of pink and he’s staring at your body.  Did you drool all over yourself all night or something? What was he staring—

Oh god.

You glance down at your body.  The crop top you hastily changed into in the middle of the night hits you a little lower than where your breasts end. The G string is non-existent. It covers almost nothing, which is why you opted for it last night in your desire to get cooled off.

You take a step back from the sexy landlord still gaping at you and shyly cross your arms over your chest.

“I’m sorry, I—it was hot,” you mutter. “I’ll go change.”

Yoongi licks his lips, then snaps his eyes up to you and finds his voice. “It’s fine. It’s your home,” he swallows. “It’s hot in here, so stay comfortable. Don’t want to overheat you.”

His eyes stare down yours intensely. It feels like your veins sizzle, and it’s not related to the scorching temperature of your studio apartment.

He breaks the contact first and heads towards the panel in the wall where the inner workings of the air conditioner hide.

You wait in your kitchen, enjoying the natural shadow and shade from no windows and a spot to hide from Yoongi.

What if he thought badly about you?  What if he doesn’t find you attractive and thinks of this as a ploy to get him to lower your rent or something?  How could you recover from this?  Would it ever go back to being the same?

You’re anxiously tapping your fingers on the kitchen countertop, listening intently as the landlord fiddles with pipes and belts and mutters under his breath every so often.  Eventually, you hear a soft ‘aha’ and your air con kicks right on.   You think it’s the most beautiful sound you’ve ever heard.   Instantly you feel the machine push out air. It’s lukewarm now from disuse, but soon it will be frigid cold.  You stand in front of the breeze and bask, arms open to let the wind blow through you.

Yoongi clears his throat, and it startles you, making you realize you’re standing in your house nearly naked, ass cheeks out on display, under-boob surely peeking out to say hi. Your face burns and it makes him chuckle as you jump and attempt to cover yourself somehow.

“How long was I standing there?” You ask quietly.

Yoongi can’t wipe the amused smirk on his face. “A few minutes,” he shrugs. “Glad it’s working now for you.”

The air rapidly cools as the machine continuously pumps out colder and colder air.

“Thank god. I owe you,” you sigh.

“Nah, that’s what rent pays for,” he smiles.

He makes his move to leave you alone, and you recognize this is it. This is your chance. You can ask him to fuck the shit out of you now. If he declines, well, the first of the month would start being more awkward. But if he accepts… it’s too blissful to imagine.

You grab at his arm as he walks past you.  He stops in his tracks, and his eyes travel to where your hands meet his skin.

“I’m serious,” you attempt to sound as confident as you can. “I owe you.”

He arches a brow at you and turns completely to face you. Your hands hover at the hem of your tiny shirt, lifting a sliver to give him a glance of the bottom of a rounded globe.

“Let me repay you somehow?” you ask.

A smirk lifts at one side of his lips. “You think that will cover the cost?”

Your cheeks heat and you pull the shirt up higher, determined to get him in your bed or die trying.

“I’m hoping.”

Yoongi’s eyes zero in on your tits. Rounded and full, nipples prickling in the fresh and rapidly cooling air.  He contemplates for a moment as he lets his eyes get their nice, long drink of you.

“Yeah, now that I think of it, that should be exact change.” He drops his bag of tools and approaches you quickly, hands cupping your head as he kisses you intensely.

He kisses you with all the fire of the heatwave outside, melting you from the inside out. You’re sure to be sweaty and clammy after you’re finished with him. He swipes his tongue over your lips, and there’s no hesitation to let him in. Your hands grip at his sides, pulling his shirt up as much as you can while trying to focus on making out with the hottest guy you’ve ever met.

He chuckles against your lips at your weak attempt to disrobe him and he reluctantly pulls a step away from you to take the shirt off. He stands there and allows you a quick look before he’s back on to you. His skin presses against your chilled nipples and the fire and ice sensation makes you shiver.

Yoongi kisses you passionately, you notice. Like a lover. It’s laced with deeper intention and you hope you’re not overthinking it. You will your brain to just shut up and enjoy. Emotions can come later.

Now, you’re the one to remove your lips from his and he pouts slightly at the loss. You smile and slide down to your knees, hands undoing the button of his tight jeans and tugging them down.

“Shit, babe, I think you may be overpaying me,” he admits. “Wasn’t that hard to fix.”

As a finger pulls down the front of his boxers to let his cock spring free, you flick a smirk up to his face.

“Then consider this my repayment for being late on rent all those months,” you state before shifting your gaze back to his hardened cock. It’s gathered pre-cum at the head and you wonder if he’s been hard and wanting since he got here and first saw you. The thought is intoxicating and spurs you on.

Your tongue licks up the slick at the tip that threatens to drip off, before it swirls around the bulbous head. Yoongi isn’t afraid to be loud, it seems. You supposed you wouldn’t be afraid if you owned the building too. Who will complain? And to who?

“Hoooooly fuck,” he gasps. “Sh—shit I might let you pay rent like this for the rest of your lease.”

You pop your mouth off and lick your lips, allowing your hand to grip his shaft and begin stroking him.

“I don’t want to pay rent this way. How about we consider it a perk?” You smile, pressing forward to kiss his tip teasingly.

“God, a girl who doesn’t want to fuck me just to take advantage of me? And she’s hot as fuck and wants to blow me for fun?” he quirks his head. “Shit, be careful or I’ll end up falling in love.”  

It makes your head spin a little and you suckle at the tip a little longer, making him keen, before you pull away again.

“Maybe that was the plan all along,” you simper, then take him in fully, letting his tip glide down your mouth to the back of your throat.  He groans loudly, and it’s the most satisfying sound. It makes you want to do this more. Every day if you could.

You get to work, sucking him in, allowing him passage to your throat, vacuuming your cheeks to add additional pressure, gliding your hands up and down the slick shaft to assist you in touching every single bit. Yoongi is thriving. He can’t believe his luck. The hottest girl in the complex, the girl he’s secretly pined over, is sucking his cock as if her life depends on it.

You’re salivating at the act now, saliva spilling out your mouth as you continue to envelop his cock quickly. You slip it out of your mouth to lean down and lick and suck at his balls, which makes him hum in absolute pleasure.  You don’t remain long—his cock is nearly pulsating with desire.  Your mouth returns to its rightful place and as you’re licking and sucking and pumping and stroking him, you maintain even and sensual eye contact with him.

You want him to know this isn’t a chore, a means to an end. You want him to know you’ve dreamt of him fucking your throat raw every night since you moved in.

Yoongi got the picture pretty quickly. His mouth drops open as he openly gapes at your work, giving him probably the best and hottest blowjob of his life.  

Your tongue swirls at the ridge of his head and Yoongi feels it snap—the tightness that holds everything back.  He fucks desperately into your throat, relishing in the feel of your gagging and moaning.  It didn’t take long until he was seeing it through to the end, pumping hot white ropes down your throat while he moaned out your name with a string of expletives.

The immoral pop noise your mouth made as you pull off his cock makes the blue-haired landlord standing above you moan.

“Fucking hell—where the fuck have you been all my life?” he sighs as he cups his hand under your chin. He beckons you back up, desperate to kiss you.  You oblige and return to standing, pressing against his body to pull him in to a dirty kiss.

“Upstairs, apparently,” you murmur.

He swipes his tongue on yours, tastes himself there, and decides he wants to taste himself on you all the time.  His hands slide down to your ass, the g string still curving down the line.  He snaps at the straps as you kiss, making you puff a laugh against his lips before pulling away.

“I’d be willing to fix your leaky faucet in the bathroom if you let me eat you out,” he offers.  

You’re tugging him towards your bed, knocking over multiple fans in the process, and flopping onto the mattress, landing on your back.

“Throw in fixing the squeaky wheel on my closet, and you’ve got yourself a deal,” you joke, spreading your legs to give him the tiniest clue of what lays between.

He sighs dramatically with a smile, “Needy tenant,” before he slips down to hover over you. He intends to kiss and lick every part of your body, starting with the tits that hypnotized him.

“Can’t believe you opened the door like that,” he chuckled as he plucked a nipple between his fingers and lightly rolled it.  “I thought I was dreaming.”

The feeling is instant, electricity sparking at the tips of your nipples and warming its way around your body, directly to your cunt.  You’re absolutely certain that by the time Min Yoongi reaches his mouth to your core, he’ll drown in it.

He moves forward and wraps his lips around the bud, allowing his hands to travel to the neglected one and to squeeze and pinch and prod.  He’s rewarded with your beautiful sighs and gasps—it’s sweeter than any song he’s ever heard.

He presses your tits together and rubs his face in the cleavage there, making you gasp and laugh at the same time.  He gazes up at you and flashes his gummy smile.

“I’ve really wanted to do that,” he admits, which makes you giggle again.

“Be my guest,” you approve.  He takes your reply and does it again for just a moment, before he’s kissing and sucking at the flesh of your breasts.  He wants to mark you, leave a piece of him for you to remember every time you see yourself.  You moan in appreciation and rub your thighs together, desperate at the ache that grows with every nip and nibble of Yoongi’s lips and teeth.

He seems to understand and trails down, kissing and sucking at your long torso, abdomen, hips.  He leaves little bruises everywhere and you want them to last forever.  You want him to mark you and claim you as his own.

His fingers slip around the thin straps of your underwear, and he tugs them right off.  He’s unable to stop the loud moan when he notices the slick that strings between them and your folds.  You’re drenched, and he marveled at how excited you were about him.

“Fuck, babe—” he sighs as he lowers his chest down to lie in front of your spread thighs.  Your center is weeping, slicked with your arousal and he can tell you’re desperate for friction, for anything.  “Look at this perfect fucking pussy.”

You whimper as you can feel his breath so close to where you need him.  

“Yoongi, please,” you whine.  “I’m so fucking horny.”

“I can tell,” he hums.  “Keep moaning my name like that and I’ll make sure you’re always horny and ready for me.”

He lowers his lips, hovering millimeters from your slit.  He holds it there as he watches your anguished face nearly burst at how close and yet how far he is, before he obliges you and presses into you.  

You gasp at the first swipe of his tongue on your clit.  He maintains a soft up and down motion on the nub and you’re already seeing stars.  He steadily increases the pressure and the speed, then spices it up by swirling his tongue around in different shapes, spelling out his name on your cunt with his tongue to remind you just who got you this fucking soaked.

Your legs falter and quiver as he slips his tongue deeper inside you, licking into your hole and nearly drinking you up.  He pulls back and devotes his attention to your clit and your moans turn from soft gasps and pleas to loud whines as he slips his fingers into your cunt and slowly fucks you, spreading you out.  He’s not small by any means, he feels he can get you ready to go.

“I want you to cum for me on my tongue,” he states, matter-of-factly.  “I want to feel you on my fingers.”

You nod, plucking at your own nipples with one hand as the other seeks purchase in his hair.  

“Can you do that for me, babe? Can you cum for me and get my hand nice and drenched?  I want to lick it off my fingers.”

His fingers get frantic and he splits his time between suckling and laving at your clit and encouraging you with illicit requests and praises.  

Yoongi continues, never letting up or even giving an inkling of a hint he’s tiring.  His hand works like a machine and he slips yet another finger inside your heat, making you arch off the bed.  He licks at your clit with just the right pressure, and he picks up the speed and it sends you tumbling towards your orgasm.  You feel the breath leave your lungs as it hits you, core and channel muscles squeezing him tight and legs shaking around his body.   Your moans echo off the small apartment walls, only drowned out by the sound of the fresh air-con still running.  

“Oh, my god Yoongi—” you pant.  “I’ve never cum so hard from oral in my life.”

He pulls his fingers from inside you as you come back down from your high and chuckles at your words.  True to his promise, he lets the slick glisten on his finger and marvels at it, before he’s popping the fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean.

“You taste so fucking good,” he compliments, and it makes your chest tighten and tips of your ears turn red.  “Fuck, I could eat you every fucking day.”

You smirk, still sensitive but feeling the desperate ache inside you needy for him and his thick cock.  Your legs spread open as he lays between them and you’re wiggling your hips to get his attention.

“I’m sure we could arrange something in my lease for that,” you tease.  “I could suck your cock hourly, honestly.”

He groans as he sits up between your legs, cock resting heavily on top of your mound.  It’s so close, so close to where you need it to be.  You appreciate the thick member as it rests and as Yoongi catches his breath.  It’s thick and long, on top of your mound the tip reaches to the tiny swell of your stomach.  You know you will not be able to walk tomorrow, that’s for sure.

“You’re telling me I could have been going down on you and been getting my dick sucked by the hottest girl on the planet this whole time and all I’ve done is give you shit about rent?”  

You stifle a laugh and spread your legs open wider.  “Looks like it.  We better make up for all that lost time, don’t you think?”

His cock is rigid, almost stone, and he agrees heartily.

“Fuck yeah, we should.  I’ve been dreaming about being inside you.”

He sounds so dirty, looks so sinful—it’s all so much and you’re almost begging for him to take you.

He reaches down to the pants on the floor that dropped and shimmies a condom out of his wallet.  You send him a look that he silences with a roll of his eyes.

“Every dude has one, chill,” he mumbles. “I haven’t gotten laid in like a year and a half.”  He pales as he realizes what he just said. “Not that it matters.  Or that I care. Or that you care—christ can we fuck now please?” He asks as he rolls the rubber onto his stiff cock.

You’re laughing a bit, not at him but with him, and you lean up on your elbows to kiss his lips.  “If it makes it better, I haven’t gotten laid in 3 years so I’m the loser by comparison,” you assure.

He wants to ask you how the fuck you haven’t gotten laid in that long because you’re the hottest god damn person he thinks he’s ever seen, but he realizes he doesn’t care and that it works out in his favor because Yoongi doesn’t like competition.

“Looks like the landlord needs to fix yet another problem of yours,” he winks as he lines himself up.  You lean back onto the pillows and sigh as you feel the touch of his head right at the opening of your slit.

In one slow motion, he slides himself to the hilt. It’s tight, so fucking tight even after one orgasm, and Yoongi nearly hollers at the feel.  He’s sure his eyes are rolling back in his head.  It’s warm and tight and wet and even through a condom he’s in absolute bliss.  He’s hoping one day he can try it without—fuck you raw and stuff you full of his cum.  

He’s still inside you, and after a moment to breathe and adjust to the thick girth of him, you’re whining.  “Yoongi, fuck me, I need you so fucking bad.”

A feral groan leaves his lips, and he’s off, beginning a pace that has him hoarse from moaning in no time.  He’s never felt so good inside a cunt before, never understood how some men could do crazy shit for ‘magic pussy’, but now he gets it—he realizes he’d probably do some dumb things for a chance to be inside you again.

“Oh, yeah—” you whine. “S-shit, you’re so fucking big, Yoongi.  Fuck me nice and deep.”

“Mmm, yeah? You want me to bruise your cervix? Want me to make this cunt remember my fucking cock?”  He thrusts harder, pushing into you with diligent speed and intensity.  “Gonna make sure you can never cum from another cock again, only mine.”

You’re losing your breath with how hard he’s fucking into you, both your moans and pants coming out in quick little bursts between his thrusts.

“Y-y-yes! Yo-o-ongi! Right there!”  He hits a spot that feels so good, and you feel the pull towards orgasm tighten.

“God—you feel so. fucking. good.” he emphasizes with a thrust. “Need to feed your tiny pussy my dick every day, hm?  Needy little cunt needs my thick cock.”

Tears form in your eyes.  The depths he reaches inside you nearly scrambles your brains—you forget everything that isn’t Yoongi and his perfect thickness spearing inside you.

“Yoongi! Gonna c-cum!”

He goes harder, becomes rabid for your second orgasm and wants to feel the way you squeezed his fingers on his cock, knowing the channel will feel even impossibly tighter.

“That’s right, good girl,” he praises while he maintains a punishing pace.  “Let me see you cum on this cock, baby, wanna see that pretty little pussy all creamy for me.”

His thumb rubs at your clit, moving it in circular motions, and diverts his eyesight between watching your full tits bounce and your lips open and close in pure bliss.  You’re the definition of fucked out and Yoongi feels a surge of testosterone at the sight—knowing he was responsible.

“O-oh! Th-there!” You’re frantic and he can tell you’re right on the edge.  He goes even faster, deeper and harder, and it’s the final straw.  You’re catapulted off the edge and thrown headfirst into your orgasm.   As he suspected, your perfect cunt pulsates around him like a fist and he’s groaning and stuttering as it triggers his own release.  

It takes a few moments for both of you to come down, before he pulls his softening cock from within you and disposes of the condom.  You’re breathing hard, and he’s smiling at the sheen of sweat on your body.

“Good thing I got that AC fixed today, hm?” He asks as he leans over to kiss at your lips.

You grin and pull him down to lay next to you, snuggling into his body.  He holds onto you and kisses your head.  He feels a level of contentment he’s never felt before.

You break the silence. “Now, as the landlord’s girlfriend, do I get any special perks? Like you’ll throw the utilities into my rent? Free cable?”

He chuckles against your forehead. “Not a fucking chance, babe.”

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[smolbean12]

Earl Grey

Levi Ackerman x GN! Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS!! a few curse words

this took a lot of time im so sorry. tbh the idea for this fic seemed pretty cute in my head. but it didnt turn out like i had expected. i need to do some character analysis of levi. he's hard to write. anyways! hope you like it ;D

Levi looked up from his newspaper at the sound of a bell ringing. Two young girls entered his tea shop, giggling. One of them had curly red hair that fell over her shoulders. The other was a blonde with hair that reached just past her jaw. He glared at them, trying to silence them.

The girls winced and made their way towards an empty table.

"My, my," you said, wiping your hands with the front of your apron. "What would you pretty girls like to drink?"

Levi noted that your tone was cheerful as ever. The smell of pastries wafted from the kitchen and into the tiny cafe. His stomach let out a tiny inaudible growl. He tch-d silently and waited for you to take the girls' order before he could ask you to make him some tea.

After taking their order, which took forever, you walked towards him. A small smile dancing on your lips you said, "What's the matter Captain?"

"I'm no longer a captain and you know that very well, Y/N." He said. He was getting really hungry now and was debating whether to ask you for the pastries or not.

You waved your hand in front of your face. "Oh, I was just joking. But, seriously, what's the matter? You look constipated."

"Tch, brat. I'm hungry. Make me some tea and bring me a pastry while you're at it." He said, annoyed that his toilet humor was being used against him.

"Now, Levi. You didn't say 'please'. You should be a bit more nice." You smirked.

"Will you make me tea or not?" Levi was getting impatient and you were totally not helping.

"Say the magic word," you said in a sing-song voice.

"Tch, fine. Please make me some tea. Now, scram." Levi said, making you pout.

"Yeah, yeah alright Captain." You went into the kitchen, pouting.

Levi skimmed through the newspaper. It had been a pain learning the Marleyan language. But, the two kids, Gabi and Falco had helped him.

"Uncle Levi!"

Levi heard Falco yelling from outside the cafe. Behind him Gabi was munching on some baked potatoes.

Levi sighed. Speak of the devil, he thought.

Falco was quick to approach Levi and ask him about his day.

"I sit on my ass all day and drink some shitty tea. There is nothing special," Levi said. It was true, though. He was wheelchair bound and could not move unless someone pushed him around. Shitty tea was a lie. He was adamant in tasting every type of tea to exist and so far he had liked all of them. Besides, anything you made would never be shitty.

"O-Oh." Falco rubbed the back of his neck, slightly flushed. "Gabi and I went round the city and had some tasty street food."

"A date, then?" Levi asked.

Falco turned a shade redder than ripe tomatoes and stuttered out something Levi couldn't quite understand. He smirked slightly. The two kids were obviously in love. Young love, Levi had seen many of his cadets being lovey-dovey around each other. He couldn't complain, for he himself was in love with you. You knew it and Levi was spared from confessing.

"Levi~" Your playful voice shook him out of his thoughts. You held a tray in one hand while the other was on your hip. "Here have some special tea I made and some pastries, too! I know you're hungry."

You placed the tea and pastry in front of him. Levi looked at the black liquid in the teacup. He knew he hadn't tried it from it's scent. He put the newspaper down and gently held the cup by its rim. He took a careful sip. Not bad. It was bold, like any other black tea but with a slight citrusy taste. Levi liked it.

"Gabi! Falco! Back from your little date? Wanna try this new tea? Onyankopon sent it a while ago," you chirped.

"No, thank you. I'm full-"

"Yes!" Gabi shoved the remaining of the potatoes into her mouth and looked at you eagerly. "Gabi," Falco sighed.

You chuckled and Levi felt his heart race. "There's some in the kitchen. You can have it."

Gabi marched into the kitchen followed by Falco.

"So, Mr. Ackerman"– you winked at Levi–"do you like the tea?"

"Do not wink at me." Levi swore his heart would burst then and there.

"Oh you poor thing," you said in faux sympathy. "You're jealous you can't wink because when you do, it's just a blink."

"Shut up brat." Levi had to suppress the smile that tried to form on his lips.

"Jealous baby."

"What's the name of the tea?" Levi tried to change the topic. And he was curious, too.

"Uhm I think it is 'Earl Grey'. Or that's what Onyankopon said."

"Earl Grey? Fancy," he commented.

"Fancy tea for my fancy man," you giggled.

My fancy man. The words repeated in his head. This time, however, he didn't hold back his smile. He smiled and sipped his fancy Earl Grey tea.

Work by: @smolbean12

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