#i have yet to even attempt drawing him and i do not want to cringe so i'll just go with a chibi if i want to draw him

[fatgumsurpremacy-remastered]

Vox making a sinner his housespouse Drabble

Tw: (50’s) Period typical views of the nuclear family, entrapment, manipulation, gaslighting nuclear “family”, threats of violence, noncon touching

@omniuravity

I can just imagine the look on his face one day when you walk into his establishment looking for directions to where you’re supposed to go. A new sinner, someone just trying to pull themselves up as quick as possible.

And so polite too!

He’d charm you with a welcoming air and a quick gesture into his office, trying to offer you jobs in tv while you turn each one.

Smart.

When you highlight some of your skills he feels a course of electricity jolt through him, something more human than hid metal, and wired bodies.

“Have you thought of maid services?”

It was the first thought to come to his mind and one he noticed you cringed at, but shrugged towards.

“What could it hurt?”

A grin grew up his face and for the first few months he had a car driving you from where ever you’d need to go, so long as you offered him company at the end of the day. A small chat in his office turned to nights at an old fashioned drive through, turned into dances under the darkest part of the pride ring.

Yet he could tell you weren’t impressed, so he broadcast you on television, your services, your personality, making offhanded remarks about how perfect your body was. All things you’d oullined you didn’t want when you began your services. All things he promised he wouldn’t do, so when you saw a 50’s cartoon drawing of yourself thrown up on screens you were naturally livid.

Bringing it up to Vox you made sure to outline your disappointment, and Vox seethed internally. He had you walking to your jobs that week before he called you one morning, your apartment exploding in both your tv, watch, and phone ringing.

“Vox?”

“Heyyy doll! Nice to hear from you- hey, I need a small favor if you can manage it?”

You bit your lip in worry, hoping he wasn’t angry enough to hurt you.

“Yeah what-“

“How about now!” He asked cheerfully, sounding a bit pressed on time, a tad unhinged. And underlay stood a more true sound.

“Im outside already.”

You grumbled a small yes before he ended the call with a giddy chuckle, waiting for you to get your rear outside. When you stepped out the souped up company car that he usually had driven for you was nowhere to be seen. Instead- in its place a bright blue Buick limited, trimmed with a shiny red, windows finished with a shiny white. His face grined out the main window, sharp, flat teeth blinking oddly in the red lights of hell.

“Jump on in!” He exclaimed- patting the white leather seats, and barely waiting for you to take a seat before snapping you into his can, fastening the two seatbelts wicked tight and hellblazing down the highway,

Any questions asked about where you were going were met with a flippant disregard and a question about how you would design a wedding.

It wasn’t until you met a bright blue skyline with fake ass clouds that you even attempted to leave the car, trying to pry the handles off before the handle fizzeled out of existence and about a hundred people came out like clockwork to water their brightly colored flowers and fake ground.

You felt like you were on the brink of a panic before the car stopped entirely, Vox zipping through the air to pull you up and out of the car into a pretty baby blue house, with a white picket fence and some off pink curtains.

It of course would get some taking used to as Vox replayed an existence he’d never lived through to a snapping audience but after months of him refusing to feed you and your stomach finally forcing you to move you knew it was time.

And so every question you’d asked about the friends you made were turned against you.

“Oh that’s nothing to worry about honey, they’ve all graduated and had children by now…”

And you were expected to believe that.

You were expected to believe when those seem people were threatened on the knives where Vox had to lock the chemicals up and send the knives away. Expected to believe that when you begged the other hellions on the street to help you and they tied you down until Vox came back around at the end of the day.

So it’d be easier now for him to keep you, trace a hand across your collarbones and whisper violence into your ear as you twitched away, constrained by a pure white, frilly set of handcuffs. Begging him to let you leave until the day the two of you broke during a fight, when he sputtered out an agictated ‘I hate you!’

Before you broke into hysterical laughter, sobbing and chuckling like mad at his feet while he tried to pick you up. Only able to get as far as an inch off the ground before he brought a pillow and blanket into the kitchen to let you rest out.

“All couples have their issues honey…”

“Yeah.”

“We’ll be fine in a few days.”

“Dinner is a surprise tonight Vox, what wine pairs best with Lamb?”

#hazbin hotel vox #Vox x reader #yandere vox #yandere vox x reader

[rollinouttahere-writes]

So. It's kinda random but what if Platonic Yandere! Strawhats with Y/n who is an artist? And maybe one day they saw how Y/n drew one of them but doesn't want to show any?

Let me see!

Yandere Straw Hats x GN!Reader

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It was rare to get any time to yourself around here. Ever since you got mixed in with the Strawhat Crew, you felt like you always had someone attached to your hip or hovering over your shoulder. This made indulging in your personal hobbies difficult. Granted, it’s not like any of them would stop you from doing it, but you wanted to keep at least one thing for yourself.

Today was one of those instances where you were actually being left alone. You’re not sure how it happened this time. Maybe they all thought you were already spending time with someone else. Whatever, you’re not about to waste these precious moments pondering it.

Quietly slipping into your room, you pull your sketchbook and utensils out of their hiding spot. You curled up in your bed and flipped through the book until you found a blank page. Twirling the pencil between your fingers, you contemplate what to draw.

Despite your.. Complicated relationship with the crew, you couldn’t help but be inspired by them. Well, artistically speaking at least. They were constantly doing all these incredible feats and looking cool as hell while doing it. That, and it’s not like you saw much else besides them anyways.

After mulling it over, you start sketching, having decided on drawing Luffy today. He was an incredibly fun person to draw, what with his admittedly adorable baby face and his cartoonish anatomy. 

It didn’t take long for you to really get into the zone and be only focused on putting new lines onto the sheet of paper. You’re so focused that you don’t hear the door to your room open, nor the sound of sandals slapping across the floor until it’s too late.

“(Y/N)! Why are you hiding in here, I’ve been looking for you!” Luffy giddily rushed towards your bed and threw himself onto it, and subsequently you.

Frantically, you try to hide the sketch book under the covers, but he already saw it. Perking up, he tries snatching it out of your hand, “C’mon, why are you reading a book when you could be playing with me?!” 

Yes! You might be able to get out of this yet. If he thinks it’s a book, he definitely won’t try to read it and discover what it really is. “I like reading, Luffy. I just want to curl up with a good book once in a while,” as you’re saying this, you narrowly avoid letting it fall into his grabby hands, and slip it underneath yourself to sit on it.

He pouts and rests his face on his hands, still focused on the book, “Is it really that good that you want to read it more than hang out with me?”

You cringe a bit at how pointed the question was. There was no good answer here. Either you say no and he’ll immediately drag you off, or you say yes and run the risk of hurting his feelings. Then you’ll have to deal with a temper tantrum from him, and being admonished by the rest of the crew for being mean. “It’s not about it being better than hanging out with you, I can like doing more things you know.”

Luffy huffs at your indirect answer and begins tugging on the book again, “What’s it’s even about then?”

Oh shit. Um. Hm. Now you need to improvise. “It’s about,” you dart your eyes around looking for any inspiration to help you out. You’re in a plain room on a boat in the middle of the ocean, and of course the plot of literally every book you’ve ever read has completely vacated your brain.

You were apparently taking too long to tell him, so he just ripped it out from under you to investigate himself. “It can’t be that good if it’s that hard to explain. Why would you-” Luffy’s sentence died on his tongue as he opens it, right onto a picture of himself.

Panicking, you launch yourself onto his back in a desperate attempt to confiscate it, but he simply stretches his arms to keep it out of reach.

“This is awesome! Why didn’t you tell me you could draw so good?” Much to your chagrin, he starts flipping through it, now seeing sketches of the other members, too.

“Luffy! Give that back! I didn’t say you could look at that!” Blood rushed to your face from the embarrassment of being caught.

He peers over his shoulder at you, looking bewildered at your statement, “What’s the big deal? Don’t you want to share your talent?”

“No, I don’t! Just give it back and don’t tell anyone about it! Please!” You scrambled off the bed and leapt for the book, but he just snapped his arms back and continued the game of keep away.

You could see the gears turning in his head, trying to make sense of your words and actions. His eyes suddenly widened and he grinned as something clicked for him, “Oh I get it! You don’t know how good these are! You just need some help realizing it!” With that, he took off out of your room, sketchbook in hand.

“Get back here!” You sprinted after him, hoping you could get it back before he showed everyone, but deep down you knew it was already too late.

You were at a massive disadvantage here. Luffy was fast, especially when he had something he wasn’t supposed to. By the time you make it onto the deck, you’re horrified to see he’s already acquired an audience. Nami and Robin were seated at the table, with Sanji serving them some tea and snacks (which were currently being inhaled by Luffy while they were distracted by the book).

“You aren’t supposed to see that!” You hope that you’ll be able to get it out of Robin’s hands, but Luffy wraps one of his arms around you, leaving you immobilized at his side. Before you could beg them to please put it down, Luffy shoves a tiny cake into your mouth to keep you quiet.

“Go back a page, I think I saw one of me!” Nami was pestering Robin and trying to get it to herself, but any attempts at grabbing it were thwarted by an arm sprouting from the table and swatting her hands away. 

“In a minute, Nami, I’ll let you see when I’m finished,” Robin was entirely unbothered by her pleas (and yours), choosing to casually flip through each and every page with a small smile on her face.

Sanji was looking over them, smiling at the artwork, and was the first to acknowledge that you were standing right there. “These are incredible, though I’m not surprised that you would be so talented~!”

The sweet and genuine compliment almost made you cave in to accepting the situation, but you dismissed it. Swallowing the cake, you can finally speak again, “Please stop looking at that, I don’t like people looking at my sketchbook!” Especially not when the people in question kidnapped you and are actively holding you hostage.

“Oh? Are you shy about it? How cute,” Robin teased.

“It’s not-” you were once again cut off by another cake being stuffed into your mouth.

“What are you guys all looking at?” Chopper was now approaching with Usopp not far behind. Great. Why not just let everyone see it! 

Robin flipped to a page with Chopper on it and showed it to him, “(Y/N), took the time to draw all of us, it seems.”

Chopper’s eyes sparkled at the drawing, and against all logic he was somehow blushing??? “Oh I don’t look all cutesy like that, you jerk!” His dopey smile easily contradicted his words.

“I didn’t know you were also an artist. You should have told me sooner, I could’ve been teaching you! I’ll have you know I’ve tutored many famous artists! In fact, this reminds me- You drew me too?!” Usopp’s tale is cut short when Robin shows him a sketch of himself. 

You finally stop struggling, instead choosing to flop against Luffy in defeat. What’s the point? Damn near everyone has already seen it, you’re sure Zoro will wander on over here soon enough anyways. 

Upon feeling you give up, Luffy lets go and looks very pleased with himself. He unceremoniously shoves the little remaining food into his mouth and runs off calling for Zoro while Sanji gives chase, scolding him for eating all the food.

You just stood there, not knowing what else you could do. With Luffy gone, everyone else was crowding around you, lavishing you with compliments and asking questions all at once. You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer, all you could do was sulk as the last thing that you had just to yourself was taken away and thrown out into the open.

It was bound to happen eventually, you suppose.

#one piece #one piece x reader #yandere one piece #yandere #platonic yandere #one piece x y/n #one piece x you #monkey d luffy #sanji #black leg sanji #nami #usopp #tony tony chopper #nico robin #emtynessinmyworld #cat burglar nami

[starlit-memories]

Pure Vanilla Cookie X Reader

The sounds of a slow paced writing filled the room. It was snowing today, and you were too sick to go to school.

But the homework won't do itself, and you didn't want to risk it at school.

But you were so tired...

Where did the tiredness come from anyways? You swear it wasn't that much a few minutes ago.

You glanced at a drawing you made a few days ago.

It featured a beautiful garden with a night sky.

You know it looks far from the real thing, and yet, you couldn't help but admire your work.

Well, you did draw it from how you remember, with no references.

It's impossible to get a photo or two from a dream anyways.

...

The sky was painted in various colours, you could almost see a few clouds painted with pink and white.

Or at least you assumed that they're clouds.

You unconsciously tried to fix your glasses.

Well, emphasis on the word 'Tried.'

Instead, you found out that they're not there.

And your hand is not how it should be.

A-are you a cookie now?!

This disturbing thought wasn't living up to it's standards as it should've, strangely.

The garden was still there, but now you could see the colours more clearly.

And you finally noticed the sound of sea.

You were thorn between going to the place, where the sea should be, or staying in the garden.

But a light gasp, coming behind you, rips your choice from you.

You attempted to run away, not looking behind you.

But instead of running, you started to fall, since you were not used to be a two dimensional being.

Thankfully, whoever was behind you, quickly came to your aid, and caught you before you could kiss the ground and possibly die.

"Be careful now! We don't want you to become crumbs."

That voice... Why does it sound so familiar?

You were (at least to you) quickly rotated to look at whoever saved you.

What met you was, unsurprisingly, another cookie.

But, weirdly enough, without his signature hat.

"Would you like to join me for some tea?"

Both of you walked to the hidden terrace, well, walked was an overestimating for you.

It was more like Pure Vanilla Cookie carried you there, while talking about how beautiful today is. You were quite unerved by his staff, which just stared at you, unblinking, almost as if it was in a trance.

The terrace was... So simple and cute.

There were a few waffle chairs, with the emblems ingrained into them, signaling that they're of the vanilla kingdom kind.

There also was a table, though of the same design as the chairs.

You also noticed a small kitchen in the corner, with a small island too.

It truly was a sanctuary of peace.

Though, you were rather curious on how could something like this exist in this garden.

You were set down on one of the chairs, and in front you, were already a few plates aranged, almost, as if you were an expected guest. And pure Vanilla Cookie placed his staff on the counter. Despite the pretty sights next to you, you were quite creeped out by the staff STILL LOOKING AT YOU.

Seriously? Does it ever blink like in the game?

Pure Vanilla Cookie placed a few deserts from the phantry, and you could recognise a few favourites of yours in his hands.

You tried to take one of the deserts, but couldn't do it, due to your new form.

Pure Vanilla Cookie cringed, almost, as if he realised his mistake.

"Ah... Forgive me, I should've realised..."

Then, he took a few napkins, and muttered something under his breath. You couldn't hear what exactly.

Then, a few moments later, he gave them to you.

"There, these napkins should help you with picking up stuff."

You hesitatenly tried to take the dessert again, not fully believing what he said.

True to his words, you could grab things now!

Pure Vanilla Cookie said nothing, only softly smiling as you happily muched on the deserts. (even if you couldn't exactly taste them.)

He slowly walked to the counter, and took a few cups from somewhere.

You were having a staring contest with the staff, the deserts forgotten.

He called out your name(when did you give it to him?) Before asking you a question.

"do you have any preferences?"

seeing your confused face Pure Vanilla Cookie looked confused, before realising his choise of words.

"err... As in, would you like tea, coffee, or even perhaps hot chocolate..?"

Content with your answer, he had begun making you and himself your drink of choise.

A few minutes later, he set down the cups with drinks on the table, and sat down on the opposite side of you.

"Be careful to not spill that on yourself."

You thanked him for the drink.

Pure Vanilla Cookie's POV

You were not someone for conversation, he quickly found out, he had to start all the conversations first, and they ended just as quickly as he started them.

But it's okay! It's nice to sit in silence, with the only sound being the sea nearby, and the gentle reminder of the wind going through the leaves of the trees.

He was so happy for you just to be here again, it felt like a long time ago when both of you met first. It must've showed upon his face, since you had made an odd comment on that.

You looked almost... Peaceful. Just drinking your drink of choise, despite knowing that this is all a dream.

He knew too, and he wondered if you liked the drink he prepared, despite not being able to taste it, due to your current circumstances.

"Thank you..." A weak voice was heard from you, and a few moments later, you put your cup of nearly finished drink on the table.

"Is it...time for you to wake up?"But he didn't want you to leave yet!

"I'm afraid so..." A few moments later, you got up, and hugged him.

"Thank you..."

Pure Vanilla Cookie didn't hear the next words you wanted to say, for alas, you had faded away...

Away, somewhere, where he cannot follow you yet.

His expression fell.

"Perhaps, I'll have to ask Expresso cookie to strengthen that device, and the link between the worlds."

#pure vanilla cookie x reader #pure vanilla cookie #crk #cookie run kingdom x reader #crk x reader #self aware crk #crk self aware #Self Aware crk x Reader #self aware pure vanilla cookie #self aware pure vanilla cookie x reader #you #you x pure vanilla cookie #pure vanilla cookie x you #crk x you #you x crk #sorry had to fix the issue with the hot drink...

[amethysttribble]

Makalaure entered the quiet, oft-abandoned green drawing room on the far side of their palace in Tirion intending to quickly exit through the opposite door.

Halfway into the room, though, his feet drew to a stop as he saw a familiar, light head bent over the desk. Was this where Tyelkormo had been hiding all day? His brother had startled when he paused and turned around to glare at him. He looked ever so slightly guilty.

“What are you doing?” Macalaure said with a grin, shifting his intentions and striding over. He bent over the desk to try to get a look but Tyelkormo was fast.

He immediately dropped his quill with a ‘clack’, causing ink to splatter everywhere, and snatched up the papers, pulling them to his chest.

“Ah, your shirt,” Makalaure said, standing back up. With ink that fresh, he could stain the front of the whole damn thing!

Tyelkormo was unmoved, though, perhaps because- now that Makalaure studied him- he was in an undershirt, one so roughspun it could only be one of the ones he made for himself while with the Hunt of Orome. He continued to petulantly glare, clutching his papers close, as the undried ink no doubt ran. Makalaure raised an incredulous eyebrow.

His little brother looked away as he answered.

“The Scriptures of Orome are not meant to be written,” he said, shame and guilt radiating from him, but Makalaure just smiled again, delighted.

“And yet you write them,” he breathed out, smirking.

Tyelkormo had been so staid in the rules of his Vala recently! And mind you, the laws of one such as the Lord of the Hunt were more strange and permissive and at odds with Elven society than, say, Varda’s, but still… To see his wild little brother so throughly reined in- a feat that not even their father and mother had ever been able to accomplish- after just one year in the Vala’s train was galling.

Downright concerning, in some ways, though Nelyo cautioned him to just leave Tyelkormo be. He’s figuring things out for himself, Maitimo had said.

Which Makalaure might have been more sympathetic to, had be not spent the two years prior to this one getting non-stop accounts from every family member about how Tyelkormo had all but set fire to Tirion in his bad behavior while trapped at the University. He’d promised father he’d complete a course of study before abandoning all that Elven hands had learned and made for a Vala’s hearth. He didn’t make it past the third semester.

Now, his little brother looked positively quelled as he cringed away from him and from his own illicit papers.

“Not for anyone to see,” he muttered, “just for my purposes.”

“And what are those purposes?”

He intentionally made his voice slightly suggestive just to make Turko turn crimson.

“Study,” he spat, “and reference, and, yes, appreciation, but not like that, you fucking asshole.”

Makalaure snickered and waved his anger away, saying, “Yes, yes, I believe you. By Eru do I believe you. But, Turko! What a wonderful discovery! You are a Noldo yet, you are Father’s son yet. Committing blasphemy to eek out just a bit more knowledge.”

That made Tyelkormo’s face pull uncomfortably, and Makalaure watched. He truly looked chastised, and almost fearful. As of being Father’s son was bad thing. What were these acolytes telling him?

Makalaure reached out and thumbed at his little brother’s nose, trying to wipe that serious look off his face. It worked long enough that he was able to turn away and start to say, “Well, what can you expect? We spent so much time writing out poems and philosophical tracts and translations for our recitation lessons, I think it’s quite ingrained in us to want to transliterate into Tengwar whatever we are trying to understand.”

Makalaure collapsed upon the couch, hand cradled in his palm as he leaned on the arm.

“You know, I had a similar issue? My classmates at Alqualonde would mock me for attempting to notate every piece of music we made, even the free and spontaneous ones. I couldn’t help it! I see everything in terms of ink and parchment.”

And he watched as Tyelkormo let out a long but quiet breath of relief.

“Exactly,” he said. “I do understand the point and the importance of maintaining our traditions orally, but I can’t help but think that records are necessary. Communal debate over the scriptures is one thing, and I think I am quite eloquent there-“ Of that, Macalaure had no doubt, Tyelkormo was uniquely skilled at open argument and debate.

He was suddenly hit with the desire to see his brother debate the other Acolytes of Orome on their scripture, and despaired that the Vala of the Hunt kept his practices more secretive than most.

“-but I was trained in annotation. I often wish I could sit and work through my thoughts myself with a copy of the text. But, ah, but Tilion would laugh at me to even here me speak. Everything comes back to ‘text’ in the House of Feanaro.”

“There’s nothing wrong with text,” Makalaure argued. He’d spent quite a lot of his career dedicated to text! When he was studying in Valmar, he set himself to transcribing songs and stories no one else could seem bothered to want to save and preserve and disseminate to a wider populace. Ingwe’s court laughed at him good-naturedly as well, poking fun at the oddities of Feanaro and his sons.

Another oddity, how the teasing could be meant so gently and infuriate Makalaure so.

Most did not understand why the House of Feanaro cared so for preservation, and the ones who did understand? They were dismissive and cruel.

Tyelkormo was still obviously fighting with himself over this, while Makalaure had made peace with it long ago. Naturally. He had only just recently left their father’s house, and seen that the world and it’s peoples were bigger than their father. A hard thing to remember, to be sure, so large was the presence Feanaro occupied without even trying.

Makalaure knew how overwhelming that could be. He was many years graduated from the Alqualonde Music Academy, but he still remembered how frightening and intimidating that was. Tyelkormo was still in the thick of it.

He hadn’t yet reconciled that while the world was large and Feanaro was- wonder upon wonders- not the master of everything, he also wasn’t wrong about everything, either. While there need not be infinite pride in being his son, there was no shame either.

“Turko,” Makalaure said with a whistle in his voice, and his brother looked up from the still-hidden pages he was frowning at. “The Hunt of Orome, you come from a different… academic tradition than most of them. That’s a good thing, and I believe Your Lord would agree. He encourages debate of his scriptures in his hall, does He? Well, perhaps spend this holiday transcribing your scriptures, and making your annotations, and maybe make the manuscript illuminated. I know you have the skills, Mother ensured that. Present your papers to him. Make your argument. If his rebuttal is good, well, you have an answer to the quandary that torments you. If your argument is better, He will acknowledge that. Be bold, Turkafinwe!”

And that made Tyelkormo laugh. Makalaure considered that a success.

“I’m told I’m bold enough already,” he snorted, rolling his eyes. “Do you know how many fights I have had to have in Father’s honor? They all think because they know his tale, name, and a bastardized version of his beliefs, they can say whatever they want!”

“They are fools, and they deserve to be hit,” Makalaure sniffed. He’d never gotten into a physical confrontation- his touch was gentler than Tyelkormo’s- but there had been many a biting song or poem written because of this exact thing.

No one insulted their loving, vexing, genius, foolish father correctly.

“Be bold, be bolder,” Makalaure told his little brother, rising from his seat. “You are the son of Curufinwe Feanaro, nothing can or should quell you. I will not ask to look at your scriptures, so, by Eru, write them. Study them. This is the path you have chosen, do walk it as Turkafinwe Tyelkormo. Hasty and brash and stupid and self-assured, and very brave.”

He made sure to flick Turko’s forehead on his way out.

At his back, he was happy to hear the quill be picked back up and also, “ah, shit, my shirt.”

#now I want to write Prince Turkafinwe’s Blasphemous Annotation of the Scriptures of Orome #(published posthumously by his mother) #celegorm #maglor #this is how I write yott Maglor he is not uwu soft #the silmarillion #tolkien #tribble post #fanfic

[obetrolncocktails]

Karma Sutra | Sammy Kiszka X Reader | Part 3

Warnings: Smut, Minors DNI! FINALLY SOME SMUT, FOLKS! (Sexting, guided masturbation, teasing, giving head (f. Receiving), fingering, dirty talk.

Word Count: 4.1K

Summary: He's impressed you, and though there's still mystery behind his eyes and motives that you aren't fully sure of yet, there's something addictive about him that you can't ignore...for now you'll go with the flow.

had dropped you off at your door sometime around two A.M after hours of talking. You had minuscule alcohol in your system, yet you still found yourself piecing the evening together, attempting to draw an imaginary line between arriving at the party and ending up in Sam Kiszka’s arms. You were splayed across your bed, staring up at the spinning ceiling fan, idly tracing the outline of your lips with the tip of your thumb. Your phone chimed, alerting you with a text. Lifting the phone and squinting from its brightness, you read the message. 

“So? Give me the dirty details about Ryan!” A text from Paige. You paused for a moment, unsure of how to proceed. Your fingers ghosted above the screen, debating on how best to tell your best friend the truth. 

“Yeah, about that…it wasn’t Ryan.” You tossed your phone onto your bed as you returned to your previous position. Ding. You felt the buzz and looked to the side, watching the screen illuminate. 

“Thinking about you.” A text from Sammy. Your lips spread in a wide grin. You responded to him quickly, deciding to take a risk. 

“Oh yeah? What about me?” Send. You decided to pad to the kitchen and grab a bottle of water. Another buzz erupted in your hands. 

“Oh you know…” You rolled your eyes with a wide grin. Just as you began to text back, Paige’s contact picture popped up on the screen as you received her call. You let the ringtone play out for a moment as your heart raced; you really didn’t want to have to explain yourself to her, but reluctantly, you answered her call.

 “Hello?” You leaned against the kitchen counter, taking a sip of water.

“What do you mean it wasn’t Ryan?” Her tone was inquisitive and curious. 

“Well, I might have fibbed a little bit about the name.” You reached with a hand to idly tousle your hair. 

“Okay…” She paused. “Well? Who the hell is it?” You cringed as she pressed you for information. 

“What would you say–” you paused, dreading the fall of the second half of the sentence, “If it was Sam?” The line was quiet between the two of you for a long moment. 

“Sam?” She gasped in realization. “No! Not Sam fucking Kiszka…Y/n, he’s such a prick.” You cut her off before she can continue. 

“I know, I know, I didn’t expect it either, but we had a great time tonight. He’s sweet and…we kissed.” Admitting the words out loud made you blush–something so simple and human had set you ablaze, because in truth, it wasn’t kissing that you were thinking about. 

“Shit! Give me all the tea. I have to know everything.” Paige’s tone was incredulous, yet impressed. 

“How the hell did you swing a Kiszka?” She continued to talk, going on and on about growing up with Sam, and how his antics had earned him a scathing reputation. 

“Huh?” You asked blankly, no longer able to focus on the conversation. Sam had sent you another text, distracting you from the phone call. The message appeared on your iphone as a black blob–an invisible message that you had to rub like a lottery scratch off ticket to reveal. A picture? Your eyes widened as you discovered what’s underneath. It’s a picture of Sam, taken in a mirror from the chest down. He was wearing sweatpants, but it is obvious that he is going commando underneath. You examined the picture, your eyes focusing on his bare chest before moving further down to his happy trail. You felt your breath hitch as you viewed the picture. 

“Y/n? Hello? I was talking.” Paige attempts to regain your attention.

“I’m sorry, what?” You offer, still entranced by the text message in front of you. 

“Like what you see?” He sent a follow up text, the final nail in your coffin. 

“Uh, sorry Paige. I am going to have to call you later.” She sighed with annoyance. 

“This isn’t over–call me later after you get some sleep. Y/n?” She left a final question lingering. 

“Yes?” You asked.

 “Don’t let him break your heart, or I might have to beat his ass. I love you, talk to you tomorrow.” You smiled, reassuring her. 

“Goodnight, I love you. Talk to you later.” Your phone buzzed once more in your palm.

“...are you asleep?” Another text from Sam. You sauntered back to your room, fingers typing and erasing over and over again until you finally decided to hit send. 

“What if I was? Definitely depends…” You returned to your previous position, watching the blades of the ceiling fan spin. After a few moments you found yourself almost hypnotized by the repetitive motion. Buzz. “Sammy emphasized a message.” The picture that Sam had sent appeared on your screen once more. 

Replying to it, you texted back,“What’s got you so excited?👀” You turned on your TV, busying yourself with the first recommended show on Netflix. Your phone screen lit up once more. 

“Well, I’ve got a couple things occupying my mind–one of them could be you…” You bit at your bottom lip as you shot back another response. 

“--Could be me? Sounds like you need some motivation.” You were already blushing with an idea spreading across your face. With a grin, you changed position, lying on your back against several pillows. You weren’t dressed particularly sexy, just an oversized t-shirt and black lacy underwear, but you knew how to work your angles. You took several pictures and landed on one that made you feel the most confident. It was an intentional decision to leave them as live photos, something for Sam to find later. 

***

It was dark in Sam’s bedroom, save for a sliver of light that peeped through the cracked bathroom door. Sam sipped on a beer, scrolling through his phone, only stopping when he received a text from you. Lowering the bottle from his lips, he moved to set it down on the nightstand. It was a photo of you, your hands pulling up and bunching your shirt up against your breasts to expose the bareness of your belly down to the waistband of your panties, which you have pulled down to fall just above your pubic mound. Sam’s cock throbbed through his sweatpants, leaving him aching and needy. Slipping his hand in his pants, he began to touch himself  as he closely analyzed the photo. His thumb grazed the photo for too long, revealing the live photo, showing you pulling your panties down your waist. 

“Fuck,” he whispered absently. Sam hastily snapped a photo of himself, careful to showcase his bulge through the crotch of his gray sweatpants. 

“I’m definitely thinking about you–are you thinking about me?” he typed a quick message above the image before pressing send. Returning to his cock, he stroked himself lazily, imagining if you were feeling the same sexual ache. 

“You have no idea, Sammy.”

***

You were taking risks tonight, but you didn’t feel insecure; in fact, Sam’s advances made you feel sexier than you had ever felt before. You couldn’t exactly pin down the reason, but you couldn’t deny the way that your body responded, either. 

“You have no idea, Sammy,” you respond, finally adding the nickname. You were horny and the only way to fix it was to handle it yourself; you slipped your hand into your underwear and began to finger at your clit, closing your eyes as you imagine Sammy touching you, fucking you. You jolted as you heard your phone’s ringtone. Sammy–Accept or Decline. The prompt flashed across your screen, beckoning you to answer the call. You pulled your fingers from your underwear and swiped across the screen to answer the phone. 

“H-hello?” you asked, unsure how to proceed. 

“I’m not calling for a conversation, Y/n.” He paused. His voice was breathy and shallow–needy. 

“Okay, why are you calling then?” He chuckled lightly. 

“Because if you could see what I am doing right now…I think you’d understand why I am otherwise preoccupied.” Your face reddened at his confession. “Are you touching yourself right now, Y/n? Don’t lie to me.” In truth, you couldn’t lie. You’ve always sucked at it. 

“Yes.” You uttered the word quietly, the admission leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable, yet lustful at the same time. “Yes, I am touching myself.” Shame crept in, scrambling your thoughts and composure. 

“Mmm, and how does that feel? Are you imagining me touching you?” He spoke through the phone in a low murmur, his voice colored with desire. You took a few moments to debate how to respond; you knew that Sammy was masturbating on the other side of the phone–you could hear it in his voice, but something about the phone call left you feeling awkward and exposed. Taking a risk, you decided to go with the flow and try to relax. A quiet moment passed before Sammy spoke up again. “Insert two fingers inside yourself and imagine I’m there with you.” You obeyed, switching up your movements to slip two fingers into your opening, adjusting to feel more comfortable. You closed your eyes, filling your senses with his scent, physique, the touch of his hands…In your mind, Sammy was there with you in your dark bedroom, finger-fucking you with a smug grin. In the silence that he allowed, you heard yourself moaning, your consciousness floating in and out of your needy stupor. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you finally say. 

“It’s Sammy, Y/n. I’m pretty sure If I get to hear you fuck yourself, you can call me by my nickname.” He pauses before continuing. “Lick your fingers and bring them to your clit. Start slow and take your time. I’ll tell you when to speed up.” You nodded before realizing that he couldn’t see you. 

“Okay.” Bringing your fingers up, you licked them as he directed before returning them to your folds, swirling shapes around the swell of your clit. A distinct warmth began to wash over your body, an orgasm no longer a possibility, but a necessity. 

“I’m close, Sa-.” He cut you off quickly. 

“Faster, do it now.” You willed your fingers to work as fast as they could across your clit; the sensations were almost unbearable. Moans and groans escaped your body, filling the air space between yourself and your partner. “Cum for me, Y/n.” His plea sent you into oblivion; you threw yourself backward into your mattress and pillows. Your fingers cramped as you worked, and your body began to stiffen as every synapse in your brain fired, demanding euphoric release. 

In a breathless fury, you began to seize violently. You threw your legs out straight, squeezing your thighs tightly closed against your hand. 

“Fuck!” Your voice hitched, strangled in your throat as you cried out. 

“That’s it, Y/N. You sound so fucking sexy cumming just for me.” You hold your breath, pulling as much pleasure as you can from the orgasm possessing your body. It took you several moments to come down and compose yourself. 

“I can’t believe I just did that,” you said, reaching up to push your hair from your face. You waited for a long moment before realizing that he wasn’t responding. 

“Sammy?” Another moment passed before he responded in a low murmur. 

“Come to your door.” Your eyebrows furrowed as you try to make sense of his request. 

“My door? Wha-Are you her-” He cut you off with a needy and demanding tone. 

“Y/N, come downstairs. Please.” Sitting up, you rushed to fix your hair and what little clothing you had on. Forgetting to hang up with him, you left Sammy on the other side of the phone as you bolted downstairs. Padding to the door, you checked the peephole, seeing him from the other side cast in blurriness through the glass. Reaching for the deadbolt, you made quick work of unlocking and opening the door. He glanced at you through dark lashes, leaning up against the brick exterior of the entrance, his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette. “Damn, Y/N, the pictures didn’t do you justice. You look sexy, don’t get me wrong–I just wish that t-shirt were mine.” He takes one last lazy puff of his cigarette before flicking it to the ground, stamping the tip into the cement. He moves in front of you, his expression turned smug. “You had no trouble being loud over the phone, what’s got your tongue now, hmm?” He stepped forward, invading your space. The tips of his fingers make their way to your chin, tilting your face to meet his gaze. “May I?” He asked the question lustfully; his body moved with intention and want, but he couldn’t bring himself to proceed without permission. You nodded lightly, shaking your head. 

“Yes.” 

He stepped forward, his lips connecting  easily with yours; your hips met in a secure embrace, different from the first kiss at the piano gallery. This time, there was no hesitation, no unasked questions; he wrapped his body around yours so naturally that you felt no need to map your steps backward into the house. He guided you inside with ease, shutting and locking the door before returning again. Sammy’s breathing was becoming elevated, the taste and smell of tobacco becoming more pungent on your lips and tongue. 

“It’s an awful addiction, I hope you don’t mind. I wasn’t thinking,” he whispered against your lips, his features pulled in the award-winning smirk you had become well-acquainted with. 

“Well, it’s extremely sexy right now, so I don’t give a shit.” He smiled, falling into you once more. You felt his fingers dig firmly into your sides as he pulled you close. You were unbothered by it; truthfully, there was very little that could have distracted you from the moment. Time stalled as he backed you against one of the empty living room walls. Taking your hands in his, he lifted them both above your head so that you were pinned against the wall. He pressed his body to yours, kissing you deeply before pulling away, using his teeth to bite at your bottom lip. 

“Is this okay?” He asked, his voice low, but attentive against the curve of your ear. 

His hips ground into yours, leaving you acutely aware of his touch. He moved from your lips to trace his along your ears, neck and collarbone. You reflexively tilted your head upward as he moved; releasing soft moans in audible encouragement, you could only think to utter his name. “Sammy, please.” He ravaged you like a house fire, consuming you completely, leaving you burning and helpless–gasping for air. “Please.” You were almost willing to beg him to go further, to touch you the way that you knew that he could. 

“What do you want me to do Y/n?” he said the words in between traveling kisses. You felt the cool metal of his necklace grazing your skin as he moved, igniting goosebumps all over your body. “Use your words and tell me what you want.” Finally, he took a moment to meet your gaze; his eyes were reassuring and steady, yet filled with yearning for you. You found yourself overwhelmed, knowing that he could see your worry and hesitance. You felt the grip on your wrists loosen. Softly, you felt his hands travel down to cradle your chin. 

“Hey,” he said softly, his voice colored with concern. “Am I going too fast? I don’t want to do anything that you aren’t comfortable with.” He gave you a moment to gather your thoughts.

“No, you’re perfect. I’m just nervous about where this could lead.” Car headlights shined through the blinds, painting bright lines on his face as you spoke. The moment brought you out of your head and into the room, leaving you feeling exposed and vulnerable. “Can we take this somewhere more private?” You asked him. 

“Of course,” he said with a warm smile. Taking his hand, you lead him to the stairs. He squeezed yours with reassurance as you both made the ascent.

***

Despite his reputation, Sam always tried to be respectful to the women he took particular interest in. Even more so now, he was deliberate and thoughtful with his actions; the impending bet he had placed earlier was beginning to weigh on him. Guilt from the bet made him feel dirty; you were no longer just some girl to him. You were quickly becoming someone he would never want to hurt, especially in such a sensitive manner. The seriousness of the situation was finally real to him, leaving his movements slowed, deliberate, and careful. 

You guided Sammy into your bedroom, watching as he silently observed the room. His eyes grazed the unmade bed, leaving him to think aloud. “Damn, I wish I could’ve seen you instead of heard you on the other end of the phone. I bet you looked so sexy laying there moaning my name.” 

Your face flamed as he spoke, but this time you felt like you had the upper hand. You walked to the bed and resumed the position you held before, meeting his eyes with a sly grin.

“Well, you can watch me this time if you want.” You took extra time letting your hands wander about your body before parting your legs and reaching into your underwear. Slowly, you began to rub loose circles around your clit, finding it more swollen and sensitive than before. The crotch of your panties had darkened from wetness, proof of your budding arousal. Sammy couldn’t decide where to look. His eyes scanned back and forth between the expression on your face to the action happening much lower. You watched as he brought a hand to squeeze his cock, now fully erect beneath his sweatpants. 

“Fuck, Y/n, this is torture.” You bit at your lip before responding, 

“Then how should we fix it?” You murmured, reaching with your free hand to knead the softness of your breasts. You could see him growing restless. 

“Please, Y/N. Can I touch you?” You aimed to tease him, finding his eagerness extremely sexy. 

“I don’t know, I’m doing pretty well here by myself.” You intensified your movement, releasing soft moans. You watched through squinted eyes as he continued to stroke his clothed cock. You couldn’t help but notice a small circle of wetness showing through the crotch of his pants. 

“I’m sure I could do it better.” His eyes were glassy as he touched himself. 

“You’re imagining your tongue inside of me, aren’t you? Your eyes don’t lie, Sammy.” Bringing your hand to your mouth, you make a show at licking the tips of your fingers before bringing them back down to your folds. 

“Come here.” 

Soon, his body was hovering over yours, ghosting kisses above your lips and back down your neck. 

“Mm, I like seeing you from this angle. Let me finish what you started, baby girl.” You spread your legs, beckoning him forward to take over. “Hmm, these won’t do.” He wrapped the tips of his fingers around the waistband of your underwear, pulling them down your hips and thighs before tossing them to the floor. “Lift up your arms.” You obeyed his demand, throwing your hands up above your head. In one quick motion, he whipped the t-shirt off of your body, leaving it forgotten at the end of the bed. Silently, he linked his hands around your ankles, dragging you closer to the edge of the bed. 

“Getting right to it, are we?” you giggle as he moves you. 

“What can I say, I’m efficient.” He grinned as he moved to kiss you softly before moving lower. Starting at your collarbones, he peppered your skin with hot kisses, traveling lower to your breasts. With his tongue, he drew shapes around each of your erect nipples before taking one in his mouth, suckling and nibbling on the swollen bud. He was intent on making eye contact with you, flitting the tip of his tongue against your nipple. You moaned softly as he advanced, finding yourself shivering with goosebumps despite the warmth of both his touch and the room. “Y/n.” He hummed against your skin, pausing for a moment. 

“Hmm?” you asked, busying your hands at the back of his head, tousling the softness of his hair. 

“You aren’t very quiet–I’ve barely touched you.” Heat rose to your cheeks, but you answered matter-of-factly. 

“Do you want me to be quiet?” You tugged at his hair slightly while asking the question. He shrugged.

“It was merely an observation–as long as you’re moaning my name at the end of it, you can be as loud as you want.” You fell silent, rendered speechless. 

He continued his work, drawing a straight line down your belly with the tip of his tongue, moving lower and lower. “Everything okay?” he asked after a moment, noticing that you’ve gone silent.

“Perfect, Sammy. Keep going.” Your response was heavy with anticipation. He reached to your sides to grab your hands, squeezing them from above his head as he arrived just  above your pussy. 

“So beautiful,” he disconnected his hands from yours, bringing them down to move about your thighs. You adjusted to watch, propping yourself up one your elbows. 

“Like what you see?” you asked, echoing the same words he had asked when he sent you the picture earlier. 

“Very cute, Y/n.” Bringing his head down, he planted languid kisses on the insides of your thighs, actively avoiding your most sensitive areas. 

“Sammy, please.” Placing one last kiss, he brought his head up and asked you, his face painted with feigned innocence. 

“Please what?” He wanted you to tell him exactly what you wanted him to do to you–a task which you had no problem completing. “I want you to eat me out, Sammy. Show me what all the talk is about.” 

Wasting no time, he moved his fingers to your pussy, parting your folds and sinking into you with his tongue. “God, you’re so fucking wet, better than I imagined,” he said after a moment, returning to stroke the flat of his tongue through your folds, testing your sensitivity. 

“Fuck,” you whimpered, grabbing handfuls of your sheets. “That feels so fucking good, just like that.” With your encouragement, he continued with more pressure, flitting the tip of his tongue against the swell of your clit. As he worked, he brought his right hand up to roll one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, leaving you to squirm as your brain fought to process the increased stimulation. His other hand was secured to your hip; his fingers dug into your skin–a sensation that would usually be considered uncomfortable, but in this context, it only added more to the heat of the moment. 

“How does that feel, baby?” He asks, breaking from you momentarily. 

“Your tongue feels so fucking good on my clit, Sammy. Don’t stop.” Obeying you, he returned. This time, working with his right hand, he inserted two fingers inside of you, situating them in the perfect angle, stroking your G-spot as he curled them repetitively. His touch was an electric current; no part of you was able to deny his advances as they charged through your body. Your brain was left fizzling like TV static, your thoughts becoming incapacitated by your inescapable need to release. You reached down grasping the waves at the crown of his head. “Sammy, holy fuck!” He hummed against your pussy, the vibrations skidding about your skin in a flurry. 

“That’s it, Y/N. Cum against my tongue and fingers. I know you’re almost there.” His tone is low and husky, coated with lust. 

You arched your back in an effort to throw yourself closer and closer to climax against Sammy’s face. In the next moment, his mouth was flush with your opening once more, lapping at your juices which slickened his face. “You taste so fucking good–so wet. Cum for me, baby.” Moving his free hand from your hips, he brought his fingers against your clit, swiping furiously back and forth. The movement sent you into oblivion, desperately grasping and yanking at his head to pull him away from you as you finally came. You shouted his name through gritted teeth as your back arched in an extreme curve, your head tilted at an awkward angle. Your knees buckled reflexively against his head, opening and closing in desperation. After a few moments, Sammy rose from you with a grin. 

“You are so unbelievably sexy when you lose control, Y/N. I love it when you lose your composure.”

End of Part 3.

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desperate desire | PJM

Pairing: park jimin × reader

Rating: 18 +

Genre: Mafiavampire!jimin, fallenangel/demon!oc, ancient family rivals, supernatural au ( 21st century )

Summary: jimin as the vamp was never supposed to interact with the demons but things escalated at the dark masquerade ball, while you're the only one who could physically hurt him in the worst way... yet also the only one who could heal him to his best too.

Warnings: This is purely for fictional purposes ONLY 18+ content, violence, aggressive behaviour, mention of blood, dark and unsettling themes, please read at your own risk

A/n: mafia shit can be cringe but trust me on this one hotshots, also third person just made sense with jimin so don't question it. first fic on Tumblr! Show some love <3

" You're the woman I kissed, Aren't you? " The country's most ruthless, heartless mafia vampire spoke; looking back at her, making his perfectly made fangs appear for just a second. The tone of his voice was scary, terrifying even. His mouth was agape, trying to process how he kissed the woman from the family of their rivals.

I knew coming here was a mistake.

"It was not by choice, no matter how desirable you may be, if i knew it was you i wouldn't even be at that dark place" I spoke as he dragged me down towards the royal basement of this stupid ball.

all the supernaturals attended the dark ball. It only takes place once every 58 years; it's been some kind of ritual since the past 13430 years- if i cared enough about it I'd be a part of the royal founding families by now.

"You should be glad the lights were down low" i trailed off for a moment before quickly pulling my arm from his hold as we stopped at the end of the stairs. "Because if i knew in the slightest? I wouldn't hold back from ruining that pretty face of yours"

Jimin's piercing red gaze burned into hers. He was angry, and furious. He wanted to strangle the life out of her! He approached her, his face inches from hers as he stared at her with his penetrating eyes; his cold breath invading her mouth. He stared her down before suddenly gripping her arm and pulling her close to his chest, whispering into her ear in a demonic tone.

"Back up now park jimin" I sing his name out in the sweetest way possible. Full of mockery. "don't you underestimate my powers"

I look at him with a cold stare while a dark smirk plastered on my face

" Do you want to die? " His red eyes flickered dangerously as he leaned even closer to her face, his arm flexing as he grabbed her arm harder causing her to squirm uncomfortably against his hold. His voice was cold, ruthless just as his eyes were.

"you see..You just can't kill me even if you try" i twisted to one side and stared at him with a tilted head, ignoring the hard grip on my arm

"I'm immortal baby"

I say as if it wasn't obvious enough. The demonic tone comes naturally as i push him away with all my power, having him stumble back against the opposite wall.

The Mafia Vampire's jaw clenched into a tight fist as he narrowed his eyes at the woman. The sight of her mocking tone made his blood boil with anger. How dare she talk to him like that?! His hand suddenly whipped out, his palm slapping across her face before gripping onto her chin tightly. He moved his head towards her neck, his eyes flickered red as his sharp fangs grew longer.

I stare at him as I feel my head ring a little but as a demon of the night it Just didn't feel more than a pinch on a chick

"you know..." i hold eye contact as the next words roll out from my mouth "Just admit it. you want me. like hell, i might even agree"

The woman's mocking tone was enough to send Jimin over the edge. He felt his teeth grind as his eyes flickered red with fury, the urge to bite into her neck and drink her blood overwhelming him. In a fit of rage, he attempted to lunge at her

As if already used to my sarcasm, it doesn't stop him as he's about to draw blood from my neck-

but before that happens i pull back just a little to bang my head on his nose with all my power, the moment he holds himself for conscious stability i kick on his groin, Twice.

I chuckle as i watch him fall down on his knees. I'll never understand how men can talk all big and bad but wont even survive a quick pull to their nuts? I mean as long as it favours me who am I to complain.

"Now now you poor thing..i get that I might smell sweet as honey given that a night demon has an addicting scent but that doesn't mean you lose your manners to ask nicely, hm?" I bend down to pat his head as if he's a dog

He clenched his teeth together tightly, gritting in pain as tears welled in his eyes. He glared at the demon pating him and growled deeply.

"You look mesmerizing with tears in your eyes, did you know that?" I look at him, amused by the demonic thoughts passing through my head

The woman's taunting tone made his blood boil with fury, his fangs grew longer as they threatened to break the skin of her neck. His piercing red eyes narrowed into thin slits as he looked at her menacingly, breathing heavily. His teeth ground together tightly as he clenched them and tried to control his murderous thoughts. His arm shot out, trying to grab her neck once again.

I roll my eyes at his pathetic try to grab my neck yet agaiN

I get back up on my feet as i watch him still recover from my previous stunt

" To think vampires might have a better healing process " i chuckle darkly as i stomp my high heel on the back of his palm which was still on the floor

The Vampire's eyes widened as the woman stomped on his hand, her heel piercing into his palm and causing a sudden sharp pain to shoot up his arm. Gritting his teeth as tears welled in his eyes, he quickly moved away from her foot. He rubbed his bleeding palm and looked at it with hatred, still not healing. He growled a deep throaty moan in anger, looking at her with rage in his eyes.

"You have some nerve to talk down on me y/n" He grabbed her arm tightly, his eyes flickering red with anger as he squeezed her arm painfully.

It's something about him with heavy tearful eyes that made the demon shift on her spot

I sigh "you're lucky I'm feeling generous today"

Using my other free hand to draw blood from the arm he grabbed, I placed it near his soft lips as he slowly gets back up on his feet

"Go ahead, have a drink."

Jimin looked at the woman, his eyes flickering red with hunger, his mouth watering as he stared at the blood before him. Taking in a deep breath to collect himself, he stared at the woman. He smirked, closing his eyes as he opened his mouth and lapped up the blood. The taste of blood mixed with the woman's sweet scent made his head spin, sending him into a dizzying daze, feeling almost drunk.

"Glad I'm enjoyable to you" I gulp as I hear him moan while still having that intense hold on my arm with his mouth still attached to my arm inching his way toward me.

The Vampire let out a deep moan of satisfaction as he drank from her, his grip loosening slightly as he looked at her lustfully. His eyes were filled with a lustful haze as he looked at her with a look of desire, his fangs dripping with her blood. His eyes flickered red with hunger as he lapped up the last of her blood, wiping his mouth clean with the back of his hand. He smirked at her, his eyes flickered dangerously as he licked his lips.

"Keep looking at me like that and i might start drawing every ounce of your blood until you're left dry "

I laugh at the thought because it's impossible, demons can only feed on souls and i intend to keep this one around

Jimin scowled at the woman, He didn't like being threatened. He stared at the woman, his piercing red eyes flickering dangerously as he grabbed her throat tightly with his other hand, squeezing hard enough to make her choke. "You don't talk to me like that y/n"

I start feeling my throat close up

even though I can't be killed it still sucked to have somboby choke the living hell out of you.

it's the helplessness that triggered my rage; as I let out my spell in a whisper

"diaphanoüs "

My pupils dilate pitch black as i watch his body turn transparent as I put my hand through his chest grabbing his heart strongly, only to show him what he's dealing with.

Pulling my hand out as i watch him fall back against the stairs, barely holding himself together against it as he turns pale but not enough to be declared dead

I Huff as the vampire makes no heavy attempt at fighting back

"come on i didn't actually pull your heart out, stand up straight already."

Jimin stared at the woman, glaring at her with piercing red eyes as she threatened to take his life. He could feel her grabbing onto his heart, but he was unable to move away. He stared at her in fear as she threatened to end his life. He didn't want her to take his life, not after everything he had worked for; all the people he had killed just to get where he was today. He looked at her, fear etched into his face as tears welled in his eyes. "I... I d-don't... w-want to die..."

I pause as my head snaps to look at him......was that him begging for mercy?

I let out a small laugh "when was the last time i heard you talk without growling after each word?"

I look back down at his wound where my hand went through a minute back which didn't look like it's gonna heal in this life time-

My panic sets in as i watch him breathing heavily

i look everywhere to find a solution- something, anything, until it clicked

Demon blood duh? what was i waiting for-

Before thinking twice I grab his mouth near my neck but halt when I watch him shake a little "Bite it before I change my mind "

" O-okay..." He whispered, his voice raspy, fear etched into his voice as he looked at her with pure sincerity. He obeyed, his body trembling as he leaned in, his fangs piercing her neck. He closed his eyes as the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth, the woman's aroma was intoxicating; the smell of sweet honey and flowers filled his nose. His eyes flickered red with lust as his heart beat faster every second he could feel his skin heal rapidly. This was by far the most pleasure he has ever felt in his long life.

I watch him grab me closer, surpassing a moan trying to bubble out of me

It all made sense, i could feel him release the aphrodisiac to cover up any feelings of pain

Being a half transitioned demon, I'd prefer calling me more as an fallen angel with a heart which only made things worse for me at the moment; as the blood in my heart passed the flow faster which means the vampire could drink more blood-

Hence the feeling of pleasure(sexual) heightened for the both of us

"Holy fuck..." i whimper, not worth holding in anymore

" Mmmm...you taste even better than i thought you would " He hummed in pleasure as he felt her warm blood filling his mouth, the taste was sweet, intoxicating, almost divine. He continued to drink, drinking her blood deeply as he pressed his body against her walking her back until they reached the wall, his breath ragged, his moans of pleasure filling the air around them. He tightened his grip on her, one behind her neck and the other on her waist, drinking greedily before suddenly stopping, his eyes flickered as he looked at her, his fangs dripping with her blood. " I-I have to stop..."

"Ah fuck, no don't stop... " i couldn't bring myself to open my eyes, too deep in the bliss

"..It won't kill m-me" i stutter the pleasure eating me alive-

Not to forget his double layered hard on which still manages to be seen; strongly pressed against my stomach, i slowly opened my eyes, desparate desire written all over my face

Jimin looked at y/n, his piercing eyes filled with dark desire as he stared at her. all his thoughts and worries melting away. He grinned, unable to control himself as he pressed his body against hers." You... taste... so... good..."

I exhale a shaky breath "Fucking hell, come here..."

Pulling him by his collar i smash my lips onto his, loving the way my blood lingers between our lips

The vampire gasped in surprise as the woman suddenly pressed her lips against his, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him in her- chest to chest. He melted into her kiss, his body trembling with pleasure as he closed his eyes, his tongue entering her mouth. He moaned into her mouth, his fangs gently nipping her top lip before pulling away from her with a soft exhale. He looked at her, The sight of her body, her warm blood dripping between their lips sent him into a dizzying haze, his eyes flickered red with desire as he ran a hand through her hair.

i lick my lips before leaning in to whisper against his lips

"Hold tight.. jimin" i smirk as i watch him follow my lips leaning forward

His heart fluttered in his chest as she whispered against his lips. Her voice was like music, sending his heart into a flutter of desire. He was completely under her control, ready to give into her every command. He looked at her, his eyes glowing with pure desire as he leaned in, kissing her deeply as he let himself be taken by his feelings.

With a snap of my fingers we teleport to my penthouse and direct to its master bedroom, lavish yet cosy and consistently follow a modern brief.

Not even worth breaking the kiss, it only ends up getting more heated and sloppier every second

Jimin gasped as the pair suddenly teleported into the woman's penthouse. The extravagant surroundings startled him, taking him out of his dizzying haze for just a moment. He quickly shook it off, pushing her against the wall and pressing his body against hers. He continued to kiss her feverishly, his hands roaming around her body, his heart beating faster with every second. His lips were rough against hers, his teeth nipping at her neck and lips roughly. The sight of the woman drove all sanity from him, lust and desire taking over his thoughts and judgement. " I want you... " He breathed against her.

I couldn't help but moan- hearing his soft voice was rare, a melody

I bite my lips as his eyes pierce through mine " I'm losing my mind because of you, jimin "

"I need you too...so badly" i bite his bottom lip a little too hard, licking the little drop of blood after, every little reaction from him was heavenly

" Mmm..." He moaned as she bit his lip, his eyes flickered red with desire as he pressed his body against hers. Her words sent his heart fluttering as he leaned against her, his hand pressing against the wall behind them. His breathing was heavy, his heart pounding in his chest, his desire for her was overwhelming. He leaned against her, his body trembling with excitement as his lips hovered close to hers. " I don't want to let go of you angel "

"There's no reason to" i smirk before grabbing a handful of his shirt and pulling it apart until it rips

But before he could react, i push him back hard until he ends up on the bed, bouncing up a little by the soft mattress

The Vampire's heart fluttered as she pushed him onto the bed, ripping his shirt in the process. His red gaze followed the woman, his lips trembling as he stared at her with desire. The sight of her ripping his shirt sent his blood boiling with desire, his fangs growing slowly, his eyes glowing red with passion. He sat up on his elbows, looking at her with desire in his eyes as he ran a hand through his hair. " Tell me..... what do you desire?"

"Only you my king" my voice laced with heavy desire as I got between his legs, spreading them apart ever so slowly

Jimin's heart skipped a beat as she spoke in that dangerous tone. He stared at her, his heart beating fast in his chest as she got between his legs, looking up at her with desire in his eyes. He groaned, his mouth watering as he looked at her. In an instant he switched us, from her taking the lead to him on top of her

His hands roamed all over her as he found her sweet spot on her neck, sucking like there was no tomorrow

Hands pinning her down to the bed as she desperately tried to find something to hold on to, ending up with her hands buried in his soft, beautiful, dark locks, tugging it a little hard

"i swear I'm done with these fucking games, i want you right now" he practically growled. one minute exploring her mouth and the next sucking and biting her neck softly as her pulse pounding under her skin

"fucking hell, I wanna eat you alive" he moaned low and possesive as he kissed her deeply. His hand held her by the neck, his breath ragged and shallow as his other arm wrapped around her back, pulling her close to him. his heart pounding in his chest as he lost himself in the kiss. His hunger for her blood was overpowering him, his body trembled as he pressed his weight against her.

" You're mine..."

"All fucking yours...give me everything you have to offer jimin.." i breath unevenly as i watch him drag his hands all over me only to rip me out of my dress half way

" Are you sure about that?" He whispered, a playful smirk plastered on his face, his voice soft and soothing as he stared into her eyes. His hands trembling slightly, his eyes flickered red as he stared at her. His mouth salivating as he looked at her, his body trembling with desire. He was losing control, the hunger for her blood was overpowering him. He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her neck, his tongue licking her neck slowly. His hands trembled as he ran a hand through her hair, his breaths ragged as he looked at her, his eyes glittering with desire. " I'll make you beg for mercy, I'll do things to you that most would consider inhumane. Are you sure you want that?" He whispered seductively, his eyes glowing red with desire.

I grin as i reply "we were never the ones to be mundane in the first place my love" i couldn't help it but move my hips, trying to grind against him just for a good friction, shamelessly.

" Mm.. someone's desperate" it was his turn to chuckle as he teased

Reaching down just to rip any of the remaining dress left on my body throwing them far back somewhere in the room, he wasted no time, practically tearing every material he found in his way until i was left in nothing but my panties under him, which again were quickly disposed of.

He trailed his lips back down her body and started to mark her taking nips and then baring his fangs and burying them into her; which released a moan from her.

"Please jimin..just.. please fuck me" i couldn't hold it, i needed him in me and great heavens, i don't know what it what that got me to act like this but i was too far gone to care

As he sneaked his fingers between my legs "my, i was thinking about warming you up with my fingers first but look at you go baby, all wet and dripping just for me? He raised both his brows as we made eye contact, only to place those soaked fingers ever so slowly between his lips, which had me groaning as I fell back down.

Pulling me back up just to make my back face him, he pushes my face down on the mattress which only had me spread my legs willingly as he chuckled " how obedient " removing his last piece of clothing as he placed his dick right before my entrance, stroking himself on me only turned me into a moaning mess

"yes FUCK YES give it to me jimin!" Arching my back into him to push my ass back just to feel him a little more

"well then take it" he growled as he buried himself in me in one go which made me scream his name

"forgive me baby but that was the way to get in you quickly" he made sure to shower my back with kisses

Making sure to use his other hand to place it on my clit, rubbing it in a amazing pase

"oh...oh my fucking....feels so good jimin" i whined as i sucked him in, no name of shame because of how badly i wanted this

"fuck! you take me so well beautiful" the praise only made me moan louder as he started picking up his pace into an animalist way.

Jimin's mind was flitting to how amazing it would be to bite her right now, and he did. Reaching down to bite my shoulder a little too deep, which only had me scream his name.

the room started to fill with loud moans and groans, his hands all in my hair, goosebumps with every little contact he makes with my body, he pulled me back up only to place one of his hands on my titts- playing with it while the other made its way to my to my clit from the front yet again. I gasp as my head falls back on his shoulder

"come on baby I need you to come with me, think you could wait for me, angel?" Not even a second to spare "YES..i-i can" i could barely think as he angled to hit something new, i couldn't let it out though waiting for him to reach his limit, I held it

His dark eye glowed red glaring down at her he saw hers dilate pitch black, she was in pure bliss and he was the one giving it all to her

"I'm so..s-so close" i couldn't help but moan his name like a chant, it was like a spell on me and I loved every second of it

"come for me my angel" he let his voice out in the most low and seductive way possible, it was dripping in lust and it only pushed me through my edge.

Coming on his dick but not completely as i whimper "come inside me jimin" no clue of what's left and what's right, as if on perfect cue, just as it was getting all too much, jimin let out a low moan with my name as he finally let it all in, biting my neck so strongly to feel just on cloud 9, he came a little too hard as i came with him. Slowly his hips drew to stop and both of us finally began to compute with what just happened, not being able to keep it together I fell ahead but Jimin caught me in his arms before i could collapse completely

"that was the best thing that has happened to me in a while" he said matter-of-factly, holding me as he lay down next to me, facing each other i pushed my lips on his as he instantly grabbed my face to depend on the kiss

"promise me that will happen again" i look back at him as we pull away only to see pull up his annoying smirk

"who said we are stopping now?" He tucked my hair behind my ear and he continued "I've been waiting a long time to get you for myself and nothing's stopping me from having you in every way I can angel"

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

a/n: damn that was like long long ( at least for me ) my first proper smut huh, how did it do for ya? Even tho I rushed the ending 🏄🏽Lemme know your thoughts, beautiful 💓

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[colormepurplex2]

Kaleidoscope | Yellow

↳ Musician!Namjoon x Artist!Reader ⤜ Neighbors, Mutual Pining, Artist Muse ⤜ Rating: MA | fluff, eventual smut ⤜ WC: 1,550 ⚠️ Crass language, secret personal pining, intimate personal thoughts about a stranger, flirting, endearingly awkward exchange

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Your arms ache as you wait for the elevator. If it weren’t for the thirty pounds of art supplies you have haphazardly stacked in your arms, you’d have ventured to take the stairs, considering the damned elevator is taking its sweet time today. You can hear the whine of the lift system, the hum that comes before the car arrives.

Finally, it rumbles to a stop on the lobby floor, and you sigh in relief. You can barely see the dented metal of the doors over your swaying stack of supplies, but move closer when you see them begin to slide open at the top. The dingy light inside draws you in, a comforting reminder that you’ll only have a few more minutes until you can drop the load in your arms and stretch your back.

Stepping forward, you see something shift in the shaft of warm light a second before your world begins to topple. A solid mass thumps into the other side of your towering stack, sending your feet shuffling backward in an attempt to correct. However, fate would see to it that your feet catch on each other, and you land hard on your ass. All your papers, paints, and folders become a fountain of art supplies cascading onto the ancient linoleum floor outside the elevator.

“Shit!” a deep baritone echoes from inside the car. “Oh, no! I’m so sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going. I should have looked up before trying to walk out. Dammit, are you okay? Here, let me help you.”

You know he’s talking to you. They’re the first words he’s ever uttered that weren’t below-the-breath whispers about music he surely thought you were oblivious to. It’s always been hard to ignore it when you’ve caught him doing that, the fact you wanted to know the timbre of his voice making it too hard to pass up.

His voice is far more pleasant now that you hear it at full pitch and clarity. You blink, clearing away your errant thoughts and remembering you’re sprawled out on your ass, probably coming off rude with the stretching silence.

“No—I mean, yes, I am okay. Thank you, but no, you don’t have to help. If anything, this is my fault,” you ramble, shaking your head vehemently. “Please, I’m sorry. I should have been more careful and not been standing right in front of the doors.”

“How about we both agree we could have been more careful?” he asks, a quirked smile tugging up the side of his full mouth.

That thick-tongued feeling is back. You swallow against the cottony sensation, trying to work moisture into your mouth so you can respond, but all you can manage is an unintelligible sound. He works quickly, a smile still on his face even as he helps you corral all your supplies back into a chaotic yet functioning stack.

“T-thank you,” you squeeze out the words, cringing inside at how airy and breathless they sound.

“Do you need some help?” He jabs a thumb over his shoulder at the now-closed elevator doors. “I have a few minutes. I can take them up for you so you don’t accidentally drop them between here and there. I’d hate for you to have to clean it all up again alone.”

Either your mind is playing tricks on you, or there is a hopeful sparkling looking back at you from his eyes. Your voice comes out a bit stronger this time, “You truly don’t have to…but, sure, thank you.”

“It would be my pleasure,” he says, promptly taking over half of the stack of supplies and using his elbow to press the button on the wall. The doors slide open, and he nods for you to proceed first.

Carrying a fraction of what you were before makes navigating more manageable. You can clearly see where you’re going and even press the seventh-floor indicator once he’s safely inside next to you. You know you should probably try to fill the silence now that the social barrier has been breached between the two of you. But, every time you go to open your mouth, nothing comes out.

There is one thing, though, something that you desperately need to know. If only for the sake of your sanity. Anxious laughter titters up your throat until you clear it. “Crazy that we’ve lived across from each other for so long, and I don’t think I even know your name.”

His answering laugh is warm, making you instantly glad you decided to push past the awkwardness that was strangling your vocal cords. “Yeah. I always meant to say something, but I thought it would’ve been awkward by the time I mustered up the courage. Six months after what’s generally the social norm, ‘Oh, by the way, I’m Namjoon, your neighbor that’s been avoiding you’…” he trails off, and you glance at him just in time to see his bottom lip caught between his teeth and a beautiful tone filling his cheeks.

“Avoiding me?” you ask, mirth coloring your tone as you watch the heat spread down his neck. The golden hue of his skin, highlighted with the blush, complements his inky hair. The strands are shiny, even in the dull light of the bulbs overhead.

“In a sense, maybe. But it’s not that I was avoiding you because you’re not cool or anything. That’s to say, I think you’re very cool. Or, well, I think that I think you are. Damn, this isn’t coming out how I want it to at all.” Namjoon—you now know his name—puffs out his cheeks like he’s trying to blow away the heat still covering them. “I wanted to say hi to you at first and introduce myself, but I was worried about making a fool of myself around a pretty woman. By the time I was comfortable, it seemed like it would just be awkward and drive you away. Silly, I know, now that I think about it.”

“I don’t think it’s silly at all,” you assure him, hoping he can read into the genuine smile on your face. The elevator lurches to a halt, but you barely feel the jerk this time, too focused on the sparkling smile Namjoon is giving you back.

You don’t feel the need to fill the silence now, content just to enjoy finally feeling a connection to Apartment A—Namjoon. Pulling your keys from your pocket nearly sends the little bundle of supplies you’re holding to the floor, but Namjoon steps in beside you and uses the stack in his arms to catch it before it lists to the side completely. His elbow brushes yours, sending electric tingles along your arm.

“So, um, you know my name now…Can I know yours?” Namjoon asks after setting the mess in his arms on the small console table by your door. He gives your apartment a quick look, but you can tell he’s not openly perusing it out of respect.

Embarrassment doesn’t flood your system as you thought it might, having forgotten to offer your name to him, too—instead, satisfaction whirls and blossoms in your chest. It seems he’s just as curious about you as you are about him. You hadn’t simply misinterpreted his words in the elevator.

You give him your name, and he repeats as if wanting to taste how it forms on his tongue. “Beautiful name. Oh—you got something,” he murmurs, bringing a hand up and gently swiping at a spot on your neck, just under your chin, with his thumb. “Yellow.”

Your hand instinctively goes to your throat. Wetness greets your fingers. When you look down, they’re covered in yellow gouache. “What the heck?” you whisper. “A tube must have popped or something.” Your eyes land on Namjoon, giving him a cursory sweep in search of any bright patches that shouldn’t be there.

“Here,” he says, indicating to the small pile of supplies you set down next to his. A few papers have yellow smears on them. He shuffles them, lifting up a small paint tube with a popped corner. “Hazards of the job?”

The yellow covering his fingers matches the sweet, soft feeling bubbling up and the laughter now spilling from your lips. “Oops,” you can’t help but laugh, Namjoon joining you as you take the ruined tube from his fingers. “Thank you.”

As the laughter tapers off, the silence that follows is yet again comfortable; it’s easy being around him. “Well, um, I should be going. I’ll see you around?”

You nibble your bottom lip to suppress the cheesy grin that wants to come out and play and give him another nod. It’s not lost on you that he correlated the paint to a job. Either he’s guessing, or maybe he’s been as equally observant of you as you have of him.

The moment your apartment door closes behind him, you sag a little with disappointment until inspiration stirs and sparks. With yellow gouache still covering your hand, you toe off your sneakers and skip across your living room to the waiting canvas.

With lines and flicks of your fingers that mirror the easy and warm feelings that now remind you of Namjoon, you add to the surface, surrounding the red and orange in a bubble of sweet, delightful yellow.

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[astolfofo]

Hmm so I still have this kurapika fic rotting away in my docs kek

I’m going to finish it but like it really sucks so read this at your own risk

Dead dove do not eat, attempted mindbreak, dark content, murder, blood, NON-CON, nsfw, yk the drill just don’t read it if you’re sensitive to the above cause it’s shittily written dark content also big warning for cringe

Other than that  lmao have a good day ig

Typing with one hand rn cause I think I might’ve burnt the other while playing genshin mdni.

The Prince.

He was every bit as bitter and merciless as people would describe him to be. A sadistic bastard, who would stop at nothing... to get what he wanted. And he wanted revenge. He wanted revenge for his dead clan. He desired this revenge so strongly, that he put his own people under many years of suffering.

You were just one of the people foolish enough to try to free yourself and others from the misery you suffered. You hated the power of the upper classes- people who would ignore your suffering. You swore you would never bow your head down to them. They didn't deserve what they had. They were simply born with privilege, not allowing others to be free. They were simply ruthless people who would do anything and everything to get what they want.

As you lived with Kurapika, you realized the more this became true.

Yet ironically, here you were kneeling here before the Prince himself. The person who was wholly responsible for all your misery.

The people wanted change. The people wanted a revolution. They wanted equality.

They just wanted a better live.

After foolishly trying to assainate Kurapika, you were locked up by Kurapika’s orders. You were thrown into a dark dungeon for at least a few weeks. Isolated.

You could consider yourself lucky since you hadn't suffered the death penalty. Kurapika had let you live. Just barely.

"You do remember your part of the deal correct?"

"Wh-what?"

"Don't play stupid with me. I've already done my part of the deal. It's time for you to do yours."

Kurapika's voice was sharp as a knife and cold as ice. It echoed around the marble walls, and it pierced your skull. It was merciless; cold, and cruel.

Your eyes widened.

The reason why you could live with Kurapika...

In that instant when Kurapika had seen you, your nen had been taken away, which made you powerless against his wrath.

You were only allowed to live under the condition... you would help him rebuild his clan. In exchange, you would be able to live without ever having to worry about money ever again. You could live the life you desired, only if you were paid him back with your body.

And surprisingly, he had kept up to his end of the deal.

"I believe I have waited long enough."

He tugged at the chain around your neck, for emphasis, "Unless you would rather die now?"

You don't respond.

Kurapika narrows his eyes and sighs.

He walks shortly past you, closing the gap between you and him. You hear the sound of the chains in his left hand. Then, you feel a knife pointed at your throat. "What. Do. You. Say. (Y/N)?"

The knife pressed into your neck. You saw blood dripping down from your neck.You knew. Kurapika would not hesitate to kill you, given the chance. It was shown over and over again. You claw at his arm trying to pull it away, but he presses harder into your neck. The sharp pain was getting to your head.

"I give your pathetic ass a place to live. I let your filthy being drink, sleep, and live in my castle. You enjoyed this life. And nothing comes for free. You, of all people, should know that the best."

It seemed as if he knew just how to irk you enough. To get what he wanted. Not to mention, being on the verge of death clouded your resistance.

"Okay..."

The knife pressed even harder.  

"FUCKING OKAY KURAPIKA. Just... put down the damn knife."

Kurapika stops and tosses aside the knife. It lands on the ground with a loud clatter. The blood smears on the floor.

"Go on."

His voice draws your attention back.

"What the fuck do you want me to do?"

"Strip."

"What?"

Kurapika looks at you again. His eyes are now a deep scarlet colour.

"I'm not very patient right now. (Y/N). Either take off all your clothes right now. Or I'll do it for you. You can choose."

Either way, it wasn’t like you had a choice. You weren’t too keen on Kurapika touching you in general, but what could you do?

He was the reason you were still (although just barely) alive. Kurapika technically saved you. Besides, you did agree to help him in the first place.

You shrugged. “I guess I’ll do it.”

Kurapika narrowed his eyes but didn’t say anything.

Every second felt like an hour, while your face burned from embarrassment, anger, and desperation.

You slowly unbuttoned your shirt and took it off.

You could feel Kurapika’s eyes burning into your bare back now. You swore you would kill him one day for this.

Kurapika sighed, “Must I do everything for you?”

“Don’t drag this out. We never know what I might do if you take forever. Or are you so spoiled, you forgot how to take off your clothes?”

Kurapika’s voice sends shivers down your spine. Anger clouded over your mind. What the hell did he know? He sat on top of a throne, a fucking throne. He didn’t know what it was like to be on the verge of death. He didn’t lose as much as his will to live. He still had the desire for revenge. A goal, an ambition to reach.

While… while the rest of you had nothing. It made you feel extremely angry and annoyed. You would admit that Kurapika was kinder than some previous leaders, although not much better as time passed on.

“Keep your shirt on. It’s better that way.”

Unwillingly, you reach for the waistband of your pants. Slowly, you unbutton your pants and pull the zipper down.

You lookup. Kurapika’s facial expression is completely darkened, and his hair covered most of it. His breathing sounded laboured.

Was he…

He couldn’t be… right?

“Keep going.”

You take off your shoes, then your socks, and you pull your pants to your ankles. You sighed and then pulled them down.

Kurapika took several steps toward you. Each step was very controlled, mechanical as if forced.

“This is not your first time doing this.. correct?”

“Yes… that is correct.”

“Tch. Fucking whore.”

You glared at him.

“There are better ways to make money and get what you need, rather than selling your body, and being a slut.”

Kurapika kicks you in the face, “But I guess you’re not smart enough to figure that out.”

You wince and cover the left side of your face- where he kicked it. Of course, you knew there were other ways to get money. You could’ve just gotten a job like everyone, instead of assassination or prostitution. But… what would he know? The world was cruel. You didn’t have a family, you didn’t have anyone… anyone who would give you a job other than the rebels of this country.

“Well, it doesn’t matter anymore. Look at you now.”

His eyes were now scarlet.

“You’re… so weak. You barely talk anymore and you’re so obedient. It’s almost cute.”

No… no…

“Even though you still harbour so much hate to me, I can sense it from miles away.”

“I’ve broken you well.”

Go… away…

He takes another step towards you.

You feel paralyzed by fear.

“I’ll do what I want to you…”

Your blood turns cold.

“And if I don’t do this now… I might go insane.”

You feel pressure on your throat, from how hard Kurapika is gripping the chains.

You feel tears falling down your cheeks.The reminiscence of your misery. How much you had suffered with him. With every violation he did on you, the emotions began to completely cease.  If only… you had chosen the death penalty back then.

This was, in many ways, a fate worse than death itself. You were living the life of a glorified pet. Nothing more, nothing less.

In a single motion, Kurapika pulls off his tie, and then he throws off his jacket.

Against your will, you look up. He is wearing nothing, other than his collared shirt.

He grips your wrists. His facial expression is maniacal- wide-eyed and angry yet, giddy and excited at the same time.

“We’ll rebuild the Kurata Clan together, (Y/N).”

“Kurapika.. stop please…”

Kurapika ignores you. Instead, he closes any remaining distance between you two, by forcing himself inside of you.

You squeak.

Slowly, he drags his cock against your walls.

You sharply inhale, trying your best not to make any noise. It was wrong. This was all wrong. You shouldn’t be making any noise. You shouldn’t be enjoying this.

You should be used to this by now since you had done it so many times before. But, you were always the one who initiated the action.

Kurapika smirked against your ear. “I know you’re enjoying this. No need to stop yourself.”

You snapped, “Why the hell would I be enjoying this?”

Kurapika pushes himself deep into you.

You compress the urge to moan, by biting your tongue.

“If you didn’t enjoy this, why did you almost moan just now?”

“Sh-shut up.”

His expressions looked almost mainical. It made you feel humiliated. He was enjoying this. The sheer of you crying and being humiliated, was enough to make him this.

“Don’t stop yourself (Y/N). I know you didn’t get fucked for a long time. I know I abused you. But for now, just cave into your desires. Like nothing else matters right now.”

“How the hell… am I supposed to do that. If you’re literally raping me.. right now?”

“When you agreed to this, you essentially sold your entire body away. For me. Therefore, I am not raping you.”

“And to be honest, I don’t entirely dislike you.”

Many sensations ran through your body right now. Your neck still hurt from being cut. Your body was sore from being dragged around by Kurapika. And… Kurapika’s dick was making you feel pleasured. More than anyone else.

“You’re kidding right?”

“I’m not. You are still respectable for trying to assinate me. You still have many virtues. People love you, respect you, and you do what you think is right. You’re a good person.”

“I-I’m not though..”

“If you were anyone else, per say, and blunt idiot who only wanted to kill me… I would’ve excuted them right away.”

“What?”

“You are special, (Y/N). You are different from all the others. You didn’t want anyone to die. You just wanted everyone to have a better life.”

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[tooruswhre]

𝐈𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — toru oikawa.

hihi, i made a post for him earlier. but it wasn’t enough, so before this day is over, i would like to make a small birthday special for him!

sorry if it’s not up to par, my writing skill’s aren’t the best. and it’s proofread this time— i think.

wc : 1.5k

tw : none !! other than towards the end i started getting tired, ive been writing this for the past three hours :(

nikujaga is a dish of meat and potatoes, made with thinly sliced pork simmered with vegetables in a dashi and soy sauce broth.

and look @ the end for a surprise :).

“can you at least say something you would want?”

you’ve been practically begging your boyfriend over the course week of what type of gift he’d fancy for his birthday. it was right around the corner, and he’d just lean against the countertop with his hands cradling his face with a curl of his thin rosy lips and replies,

“like i told you yesterday, and the day before that, annnd the day before that— you don’t have to get me anything, havin’ you is already enough for me.” oikawa’s eyes dragged at your figure that was scrounging around his kitchen for something to be of interest, like the other rooms failed to do so.

he had nothing flashy other than, of course, himself and a few branded clothes and cologne— but that wasn’t enough to feed off of. not that he wouldn’t mind having a replica of some sort of himself, it would be futile in the end. right?

one night, you’d would try and get him to slip up with things on store marketplace. your head rested in his lap while his left hand tangled itself in your strands as the other propped up the top of the couch,

“don’t you think these looks nice, kawa?” you’d coo, desperately holding your phone just inches away from his face. the setter gently leans his face back and slids on his glasses, tugging them up the bridge of his nose by his index to have a better look.

the action of his made you snort as he gets a better take on the image that reflected off his lenses, “i mean, yeah they’re nice? it’s just a pair of shoes.”

“i knew you were going to say that,”

he’d sneer with a chuckle, feeling the rise and fall of his chest “i told you, i dont want anything. baby, i’m good.”

∎ ∎ ∎

it’s been days of failed attempts of asking oikawa what he would want. who wouldn’t want something for their eighteenth birthday? sure you could get him another fragrance, but you liked the one who was stuck on using. and he had a few bottles of it that hadn’t been tampered with just yet.

you were in the third gift shop today, and still couldn’t find some suitable for him. even so, you still continued to find your way review the little variety of knick-knacks, snacks and little cards that read happy birthday including other forms of endearments on some, “ so cliche “ you’d click your tongue, dropping the card into its rotating shelf.

it wasn’t until then a thought popped up into your head to call iwaizume when a poster that read aoba johsai! in broad calloused letters with the starter lineup of the team right beneath it. who wouldn’t know the setter better than his own bestfriend, anyway?

drawing out your phone from the pocket of the blue sweats you sported, your nimble fingers slid across the screen, pulling up his contact as you pressed the little telephone icon. it had only took a few rings for him to answer, “hello?”

“hi iwa, sorry for the— the sudden call, but i was just asking do you so happen to know what type of gifts oikawa likes to receive..?”

cringing, you clamped your eyes shut from the lack of knowledge you have about your boyfriend of years and so on. it wasn’t that you didn’t know what to get him as you always had something to offer him on just-because days; that’s different than now.

it’s his birthday, not just some regular day.

the boy on the other end laughed before answering, “ really? you’re joking, yeah?”

“yes i’m serious,” you hiss as you traveled around the store dropping items in your basket.

“well, he loves things with meanings behind them— doesn’t have to be big, just something that means alot to you, it’ll mean alot to him.”

“that’s all you got?”

“.. y/n, seriously?” he sighed through the speaker while you

“okay, okay. thanks for the tip iwaizume.”

“sure, if you want to plan him something feel free to call me back.” he’d offer before you say another thank you and hanging up.

you had opted to make fruit sandos since it’s just a few fruits and milkbread, his favorite.

∎ ∎ ∎

you had went home with the ingredients to construct the sandwiches, and decided to make a small round cake and topped it off with the remainder of the fruits so none the produce goes to waste.

the time was just about seven in the evening. iwaizume had apprised you hours earlier saying him and the team took him out for lunch and the arcade to burn off time.

you were happy that he hadn’t locked himself away in his apartment today, well, that you know of anyway. you messaged him from time to time through the day saying you were too busy to see him. you would feel your heart ache from having to say that, you had weeks to prepare only to be doing everything the day of.

you made a decent dinner with the help of the cool book on the countertop that was collecting dust in the months its been lingering around.

and to think you were planning on giving it away.

you called toru just fifteen minutes before being completely done with your culinary, leaving the stoves on a low burn while you went outside to setup your backyard.

at night, you had an amazing view of the city lights and stars, even toru mentioned something about earlier and suggested to sit out one day to watch the stars.

candles were lit on the pavement underneath the railing of the balcony, a safe distance away from the blanket you had laid out on the patch of grass. it had a a little basket of the sandwiches you made, you doubt he’d get to from the course meal and dessert you made. though he has a big appetite, he wouldn’t want to deal with having to burn it off the next day.

he texted you and said he was around the corner, and you hastily changed into some comfortable clothes that weren’t sweatpants and a t shirt that belonged to your boyfriend. you didn’t have any fancy clothes to fit the occasion, just a dainty pink skirt that you matched with a similar colored jacket for the cold breeze that’ll soon reveal.

you set the table table that was inside your apartment, making sure everything was in place. his gifts, the food and made sure you closed the basket of the fruit sandwiches that you individually wrapped.

“happy birthday, birthday boy!” you cheer, opening the door wide enough to wrap your arms around him while he did the same, burying his head in the pit of your neck.

he was more than happy to be in your embrace, the little birthday crown and streamers he had attached to hit, “you don’t know how many times i’ve heard that today.”

you pulled away with a big grin as you closed the door, “well it’s your birthday. and you’re spending the rest of it with me tonight,”

“you bet i am.. and it smells really good in here.”

“because i made a dinner.” you inform while he leaned down to tug off his shoes, humming a short response.

“like what?”

you guided him to the kitchen, as he viewed your kitchen looking cleaner than ever despite the pan filled with food and the tableware you set out on the dining table.

“nikujaga.. it was from the cookbook and it consisted of all the stuff i had in my house, i haven’t tried it yet since ive been rushing around all day trying to put everything together.”

“sounds and smells good,” he reminds, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

as dinner went on, he talked about his day to you. explaining how while him and his teammates went to go play arcade games, that they let him win all of them in the sake of it being his birthday. though he can tell that was a lie, their facial expressions saying it all when they gave it their all only to be defeated by a first timer.

by the end of it, you two were outside, looking up at the stars as he bit down into the sweet delicacy in his right hand, while the left supported his leaning form.

it wasn’t anything big you say, with a frown after apologizing a few times. he didn’t care for it, he was happy for your effort and grateful for everything you did and gave him today that the kiddy smile on his face never faded from his lips,

“it wasn’t alot on my end.. but are you enjoying yourself?”

“this is everything i needed, y/n. regardless of how you make of it, i’m happy of every part of this.”

#anime and manga #x reader #anime x reader #hq iwaizumi #hq drabbles #hq oikawa #toru oikawa #oikawa x gn reader #gn!reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #oikawa headcanons #oikawa hcs #volleyball #oikawa drabble #hq imagines #hq x you #click for hq #hq fluff #hq x y/n #— H͢Q. ᥫ᭡ #— J͢AE’s LIBRARY. ᥫ᭡ #oikawa tōru #haikyuu oikawa

[j-ellyfish]

on the topic of hetalia outside of the actual show/manga, can you attest to feeling ostracized for liking it? i’ve liked it for well over a decade, and any attempts to bring it up with friends and i just get laughed at or told it’s problematic. i have actually never known anyone who has liked it either, and i really wish i did because i feel like it’d be so much more fun with others. but now it’s just this super cringe/shameful/problematic thing. well, it’s kind of always been thought of that way, and i’m not forgetting how some of the very early content was a bit tasteless, but the vast majority of hetalia is pretty tame.

i’m so glad for the fandom but i feel like i never hear about it outside of that. sorry this turned into a bit of a vent, but i feel so weird that i have to hide my interest in it so i’m not ridiculed for a lighthearted comic. i think a lot of other early 2010s fandoms get the same treatment ofc, it reminds people of their embarassing teen years. but i am too old to want to give a shit anymore lol.

are we just hiding in plain sight everywhere? kinda funny to think about

Yes, definitely. As a premise, I think I am in a bit of a weird position where I don't feel super at ease in manga/anime communities in the first place because it's actually very, very rare for me to like one. So I feel kinda like an imposter, haha. As a kid, I loved the anime they would air on TV and I especially loved the art styles, which is why I started to try and imitate them when I drew (I have drawings I made at 5-6 where some rudimental anime features were already visible, most notably inspired by the Pokémon anime). I am very easy to drop any anime or manga I try, so it really requires for all the stars and planets to align for me to actually stick to one and obsess over it :'D

For this reason, I don't really have any friend irl who shares this interest with me, and my 'nerd online presence' only rarely breaks out of the 'fandom enclosures' I live in. Though, especially in the past, I did venture more often out of my circles and had confrontations with, well, the average anime/manga fan.

I remember back when I first got into Hetalia, I saw this video some jerk took at a Con where he'd go around asking cosplayers/fans questions related to the anime/manga they liked to see if they were 'good fans' or not. I felt like the Hetalia cosplayers they found were treated the worst. First of all, they were asked history questions which is a bit tricky and unfair in the first place, because it's like going up to a Dragonball fan and ask him about Wu Cheng'en's Journey To The West rather than about Dragonball's actual content. The interviewers also had this lowkey sexist aura to them like those girls, being girls, had to prove themselves smart enough despite being basically 'hopeless fujoshis' (you know, in the original offensive and sexist meaning of 'rotten girls'). Even in the comments, those poor girls were definitely made fun of and criticized more than anyone else in the video, and it was clear as the sun that the reason was the underlying sexism that permeates the mind of many cishet male anime/manga fans when it comes to shows that have an important chunk of female audience, treating us as shallow and stupid for shipping characters or thirsting over a male character (yet they do at least twice as bad with the average big tittied dere). This was, I think 2011 or 2012, and sure those Hetalia cosplayers not answering correctly a very easy history question didn't make them look good but fuck, they were there to have a good time with their friends, they weren't at school and I can only imagine the anxiety they felt at being questioned about their history knowledge simply for deciding to go around at a con with a fake curl on their wig and wearing a cheap mockup military uniform.

The saddest thing, though, is that way too many girls also used to (probably still do) shit on it based on the fact that it has a predominantly male cast and homoerotic undertones (this kind of girl also tends to shit on BL as a genre and stuff a-la-Free! simply for being aimed at a female audience, and on the other hand they seem to only engage in series full of objectified girls. I don't understand them, it feels like internalized mysogyny or pick-me-girl mentality to me). I will show here (translated) some lines from a couple Italian negative reviews Hetalia got. These are all likely from 2009~2012 because I have looked at that page a lot since the beginning and those reviews were already there:

[Male User] [...] What's the point of making yaoi-worthy protagonists if the audience of this show will clearly be male? It's about world wars metaphors and nationalism, come on! I highly doubt the female audience for this thing is wide. [Female User] [...] You'll wonder: how come such a thing got so many fans? The answer is easy: fanservice! The sole goal of Hetalia is to create thousands of cheapish bishounen ready to be piled up and bred in the perverted fantasies of yaoi-thirsty fangirlies! That's the point. It's 50-something male characters with endless fanfiction-worthy distasteful ships, created merely to make money. [...] Do you get it, the reason behind this success is the minds of thousands mentally ill little girls who love YAOI and fantasize about it. [...]

When I initially switched fandom from Pokémon to Hetalia, I remember trying to talk about it to some online friends I had but some of them started treating me with a bit of a raised eyebrow and prejudice because I liked it. I think I also had some stranger invalidate my opinion a couple times because they recognized my Hetalia pfp and treated me like a shallow stupid fangirl whose opinon is garbage. Aaand I also remember there being some ant*-Hetalia circles where they made fun of or even actively harassed Hetalia fans online. And the reason was almost always linked to 'rotten girl' mentality, not for stuff anywhere close to what purity police and "new-gen ant*s" do today.

I absolutely get your feelings, I feel the same, I too wish I didn't feel so anxious and scared at the idea of saying that I like Hetalia, but even when I cross path irl with an anime/manga fan, I am too scared of them turning out to be one of those people to feel safe saying that Hetalia is basically the only anime/manga I love. If I ever found a Hetalia fan out in the wild I would surely reach out to them first though, haha :') (no I'm joking I still have social anxiety but I would definitely try).

Truth is, the world is still full of Hetalia fans but as you said, we tend to hide in plain sight because we're worried of crossing path with some jerk who will shame us for it for whether the classic mysogynistic reasons or the new reasons ant*s came up with.

#ask

[house-of-kolchek]

Making Bets (18+)

Jason Kolchek x Reader

Kinktober Prompt: Wax Play

Word Count: 1.5k

(Minors DNI) Blindfolds. Bondage. Wax. Jason is a cocky son of a bitch and we love him for it.

Enjoy.

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“Close your eyes, baby girl.”

You shuddered, your eyes automatically fluttering shut at the husky voice behind your ear. You could practically feel the faint ghost of his touch along your sides, the warmth of his body radiating across your back. You could hear the breathy chuckle he tried to hide, and the cheekiness of his tongue.

Until your back grew cold, and your eyes snapped back open.

“Fuck you!” You whirled around, pointing an angry finger at the accused. Jason simply shrugged, struggling to maintain his composure as short snickers whistled through his nose. He tilted his chin up, hiding the gleam in his eyes behind his cap.

“Fuck, with that reaction, I wish I’d have seen your face!” He cackled, losing his composure completely. Heat flared across your cheeks, an angry mix of embarrassment and rage as you watched the Lieutenant crumple into laughter. It drove you insane how he managed to rile you up so easily. You were supposed to be a respectable member of the marines, not some touch starved lunatic that got off on his voice alone.

“I swear to God I-” you stuttered, taking a step towards him and raising your hand. To do what, you weren’t sure. But you’d get there. Right?

Wrong.

“I’m gonna castrate you,” you growled, cringing as the words left your lips, and Jason broke into even more hysterical laughter. He was gleeful, really. And you wanted to punch him in the face for it.

“Please! You could never accept a loss like that!” he boasted, dropping his hands down to gesture towards the front of his pants. Your cheeks grew even redder, and your gaze darted between either end of the room as you scrambled for a reply.

“Wanna bet?”

It seemed both of you were surprised by the sudden shift in your tone. Jason blinked twice, his body stiffening and his adam's apple bobbing up and down. You bit the side of your tongue, combing through your words in an attempt to find just where the fuck you’d pulled that confidence from (it was from your thigh riding days).

Yet just as fast as it had come, that brief moment of shared shock was gone, as Jason’s easy smirk yet again returned.

“You know,” he started, clearing his throat from a rogue crackle in his voice. “I think I do.”

You raised your brow, checking your watch. Technically your next meeting wasn’t for another hour and a half. Letting your gaze tear up and down his cocky form, your lips pulled into a grin that mirrored his own.

“Challenge accepted.”

—

“Jason this is not what I was expecting at all,” you grumbled, eliciting a chuckle from the man as he guided your wrists above your head. “I don’t see what this has to do with getting off on your dick at all.”

“Charming,” he huffed, sounding uncharacteristically squeamish at the “d-word.” He shook his head, returning his focus to the silky rope currently wound around your wrists. “Besides, I can’t not set the scene for you. I want you trembling before that sends you over the edge.”

“Okay, I’ll admit I definitely don’t mind the sound of that.” You grinned, already feeling that familiar heat pooling in your lower stomach. You rubbed the sides of your legs against his, relishing in the friction it provided. Jason hummed at your reaction, his voice lowering in pitch as the mood started to turn. 

“Do you trust me?” He asked, his voice low as he finished the last knot, securing your hands to the headboard. You nodded, drawing a soft grin from him. “Safeword?”

“Yellow.”

“Good. Now close your eyes, baby girl.”

You shuddered, your eyes falling shut once more as his gravelly words echoed in your head. A soft fabric was gingerly placed over your eyes, fastened to the back of your head. Your senses came alive, your legs moving on their own, seeking some form of touch against his skin. Jason chuckled, the sound hovering right over your face, before his warm lips found your own.

You nearly jolted as his hands cupped the sides of your legs, pulling them up and over his waist. You whined, high in the back of your throat as he pulled your hips until your core was flush against him. Just barely shifting his hips, you ground further into him as the rough fabric of his cargo pants rubbed perfectly against your core. 

As Jason’s lips parted from yours, and his hands left your skin, you grumbled, too busy rutting your hips against his growing firmness to notice his shift to the side, until his lips pressed a warm kiss against your collarbone.

“Ready, baby?”

Your stomach jumped, a new fresh wave of heat dampening your core as you nodded. You held your breath, painfully waiting for that first drop.

You hissed as something warm and liquid hit the top of your chest, searing a jolt of heat straight through your body. You could hear the hitch in Jason’s breath as you bucked your hips against his, seeking more feeling across your body.

“Fuck, do it again,” you breathed, the air around you growing hot.

Another drop of wax hit your sternum, burning deliciously for a brief moment before hardening against your skin. Another buck of your hips had Jason leaning further into you, puffs of his breath warming the skin of your neck. 

You waited with bated breath, guessing just where the next drop might fall, until his finger ran down the side of your stomach, drawing a trail of warm wax across your skin. You moaned, throwing your head back at the heat running across your body.

Jason’s lips found your neck, sucking and nipping at your skin as he left another trail of wax along your stomach. You arched further into him, seeking warmth and friction as the drying wax tugged at your skin.

“What are you doing?” you hummed, gritting your teeth as he drew something across your skin.

“‘m writing my name on you,” he replied, husky and low. A clipped whine escaped the back of your throat, as you nosed your way down to meet him in a searing kiss. Jason’s tongue tangled with yours, his fingers abandoning their writing to dig into your hips. Pulling your hips against him, he ground hard into your core, and you broke away from him to let out a long wail. 

You continued to let out strings of curses as Jason found the wa again, leaving drop after searing drop leading closer to your core. As you felt the stinging warmth against the skin right above your pantyline, you threw your head back, tugging against the restraints at your wrists. 

You could hear Jason’s smile as a breathy chuckle escaped him. Gritting your teeth, you wrapped your legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer to your warmth and effectively sending another wave of pleasure through your core. 

“Gettin’ a little impatient, babe?” he teased, brushing his thumb across your collarbone.

“Jason, I swear to God if you don’t dick me down right now I’m going to-”

He cut you off, molding his lips to yours in a messy kiss. His tongue traced patterns against yours, fogging your brain until all that remained was the feeling of his body above yours, his warm lips teasing your own and his fingers tracing your skin where the wax had long since dried.

You hissed as he peeled the dried wax from your collarbone, breaking from your lips to press a soothing kiss against the skin. You dug your nails into your palms as he did it again, and again, following the trail of wax he’d left across your body. Working his way down, he spent longer and longer on each heated spot, his tongue darting out to massage your skin, sending bolts of heat racing from the top of your head to your toes. 

He stopped - just above your pantiline. You wiggled your head, wishing nothing more than to rip off the fabric covering your eyes, just so you could see his deep brown eyes blown wide, and the cheeky grin you knew he was wearing.

“You want it?” he asked, low and husky. His teeth tugged at the hem of your panties, snapping the elastic back against your skin.

“Please!” you whined, throwing your head back in a desperate attempt to release your pent up pleasure. 

You immediately picked up on the sound of his pants hitting the floor, before he was sliding your panties down your legs and climbing back over you. Your breath caught in your throat as his lips suddenly brushed against your ear, the smug grin clear in his voice.

“I’ll take that as a win.”

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#house of ashes #house of ashes x reader #jason kolchek #jason kolchek x reader #kinktober #kinktober 2022

[vonkarma2]

5 + 11 + 20‼️

5. Anything you haven’t drawn yet but want to?

Ugh yes like 800000 things Im literally dying. A lot of them are like more elaborate ideas that I want to wait until I have more skill to try to execute them, even though trying to do things you don’t yet have the skill for is literally how you improve but whatever. other than wips Im working on rn I wanted to do all the og crows bc I have some design ideas for all of them but I wanted to check first on some things I’ll do that later. The pipe dream I have is to one day do like an animatic to a song or whatever. Cringe I know but it’s ok. Not even like a full song maybe 30-60 seconds? I might attempt it this summer I’ll have time then.

11. Favorite comment you’ve ever recieved on your work?

this is not only the nicest thing anyone has ever said abt my work, but also possibly the nicest compliment anyone has ever paid to someone else’s art, in history. nicer than what that guy said in the dr who vincent van gogh episode. it was a while ago and over some drawings I didn’t even like that much but it was so nice :,)

but ofc every nice comment people leave I really like and appreciate it and thank you sm and et cetera 

20. What works have you drawn fanart of?

Im going to answer this for since I started doing digital art regularly in 2021 because before then I was exclusively into incredibly embarrassing things. Not counting the OCs of people I personally know as fan art Ive done wolf 359, witch hat atelier, jason bourne franchise I guess (drew him literally 1 time lol), ace attorney, star trek ds9, wings of fire (I drew a generic icewing once because I had art block), the owl house, teppu, our fair city (these drawings will never see the light of day lol), the new albion radio hour, monster high, moon knight (2016 comics not the show), revolutionary girl utena, the movie encanto, tf2, nichijou, mob psycho 100, and paranatural. which is way way way more things than I thought there would be. this is over the course of 2.5 years to be fair and most of these have only 1 or 2 drawings to their name. The vast majority of what I draw these days is OCs for sure.

#ty for asking :) #these questions are very fun I think this is a solid list #I want to draw people DOING things on BACKGROUNDS in ENVIRONMENTS #hopefully I will achieve this someday someday

[skiitter]

It's like the death of a star: slow, steady, brutally insistent. There is this inevitability to him, this sense of natural magnetism that draws in even the most distant of attentions. He bends the light, silhouette all sharp angles and violent symmetry. People lean away, some primitive part of their brains cringing in terror. And yet, despite the quiet danger, they stare. You cannot help but watch him, his legacy demands it. The threat of his power runs like a steady undercurrent beneath every crowd that parts before him. He is dangerous, he is deadly, he is--

"Luke!" The shrill cry of some sycophantic senator ripples through the throngs of people pretending to avoid the Jedi. Din glances over at his companion, using his muted expression to judge whatever is about to happen.

The very edges of Luke's mouth twitch downward, a frown hidden in the space between seconds and then it's gone. He slips into the politically correct persona that Leia spent months impressing upon him. His thin shoulders go taut and as the nameless senator reaches them, he is every bit the Jedi Master he is expected to be.

"Mr. Skywalker, hello! You're a hard man to find."

Luke laughs his perfectly crafted laugh and Din frowns beneath the helmet. "Oh really? Well, just follow the murmurs next time. I tend to cause quite a stir."

"As you should," the man insists. "You're a Jedi. It's important to be appropriately recognized."

"Of course," Luke says and Din wonders how the other man cannot taste the discomfort in his words. "How can I help you today, Senator..."

"Cresh, Dilra Cresh." He sticks his hand out in greeting and Luke shakes it. When the Jedi pulls away, Din sees the tremor that chases it back into his sleeve.

"A pleasure to meet you."

Senator Cresh, Dilra Cresh frowns. "We've met before."

Luke falters. "Oh, of course. I just must have--there are so many people you see--I'm--"

"What do you want?" Din snaps, rescuing the Jedi from the building awkwardness of the moment.

Senator Cresh, Dilra Cresh finally regards the Mandalorian at Luke's side and makes no effort to hide his discomfort. "Oh, hello. A Mandalorian, hmm? How...exotic. Is he your bodyguard?"

"No," Luke says at the same time that Din says, "Yes."

"I see."

"Please excuse my companion here, he's had a trying day and it's not even over." Luke does his best to smooth the situation over.

Din says nothing.

"Right...well anyway, no matter. I was wondering if you'd gotten a chance to read our proposal regarding the location of the new Jedi Order. Sarta 5 has an excellent environment absolutely perfect for whatever your burgeoning Order might need."

Din watches the tendon in Luke's jaw tighten. "I have not, sorry. There is a lot going on these days and--"

"Oh of course!" Senator Cresh, Dilra Cresh responds. "Between killing the Emperor and upending the tyranny of the Imperial army, I can only---"

"He'll read it when he has time." Din's tone is short, civil, vaguely threatening. "What else?"

"Uh---" He glances between the two of them but when Luke makes no attempt to elaborate, he plasters an uncomfortable smile on his face. "That's all, I'm afraid. It's been a pleasure, Mr. Skywalker. Until next time?"

"Absolutely," Luke says.

Senator Cresh, Dilra Cresh bows awkwardly and disappears back into the crowd.

"Asshole," Din says.

"Will you stop antagonizing the locals, please? Leia is gonna kill me when she finds out about this." Luke drops his shoulders back down and presses closer to Din. "Still. Thank you. I appreciate your--your efforts."

Din shrugs.

"First the holocron and now this.” Ever so softly, Luke bumps his shoulder against Din’s. “I owe you.”

"Just keep training the kid and we'll keep calling it even."

Luke smiles and it's that gentle one, the one that's soft and slow and only for Din. "Of course. But I’m still in your debt.”

“You’re not.”

The murmur and movement of the crowd, the way it stills and retracts, helps to provide ample walking room for the two of them as they make their way through the ostentatiously large gala. “I am and I will find some way to make this up to you. There’s got to be something you want, Din. Aside from Grogu’s training, I mean.”

Din thinks that there probably is and, if he wishes to acknowledge the way his skin flushes whenever Luke casually impresses upon him some small moment of physical contact, that perhaps only the Jedi could be the one to deliver it. All he says though, is, “it’s fine,” and in amicable silence, they carry on.

#dinluke #skitterfics #lil baby ficlet/wip/thing #dont come for me about the slang okay i don't like how most canon slang sounds #i'm sorry ><

[souscramble]

obsidian looks so tempting but im really intimidated to use it ... i noticed that it's not like Google docs where i can just send the link to someone and they can read it either. id need to publish it i guess and that's a specific service...

venting ahoy 🥶

it's 5:47am as i type so it makes sense that im tired but i can't help but feel unmotivated to write about my ocs... i just really idk . i know you're supposed to do art and shit for yourself but im not that fucking enlightened... if nobody is going to pay attention to it i won't do it, shrimple as that...

i could probably draw other things to practice my art skills right? but the only thing i NEED to draw are reference sheets for ocs.

i NEED to design a stuffed animal type character so i can commission these people if they open commissions. but i don't have a Sense of self so it's impossible for me to Even be satisfied with anything i draw. if i end up owning this thing irl how much will i care about it? because ive done this before without a proper ref and paid the price... i don't hate him but i don't love him either. pressured myself for paying 300 for a 20cm still from an artist i never even heard of nor did i like them or their style

i NEED to draw Rodney so i can finally have a reference for one of my ocs. he has a full backstory, side characters, relationships, and id like to talk about him, but only a small group of people actually know him bc i had a horse to represent him on ponytown and i actually roleplayed with him. my friends have a sense of his character. i can't talk about him with anyone else bc nobody would ever read a Google doc on a mf they can't see, but how ridiculous is it to put a horse up. i did that on my last doc in an attempt to do it for me and nobody else but let's be real it doesn't matter how much of a friend you are im sure it's embarrassing and cringe so i won't be sharing that doc again sorry for wasting your time, and my own time! he needs a proper ref but i can't draw his hair. i don't want him to have bangs but i jmgffhckydkfullufdul can't draw hair with no bangs. everyone i draw is too cute anyway. nobody would ever care if he was just in a cute silly style like i usually do for everything.. nobody would think he's a complex character. just a really lame design i should sell on DA

these are the only things i need to draw and everything else feels like a waste of time. i don't have time to practice to learn and change my style but even when i do have the time i just feel so fucking exhausted i don't want to live anymore like. just being anywhere is exhausting bc im always expected to clean up after others and it feels like nobody gets me... id really love to live alone if i could afford it but everywhere around here would probably suck even though i don't want to leave this neighborhood p

im just so tired maybe it's because i just woke up it's 6:05 i just want to be someone else if i were if o if i looked better id be more confident if i was more interesting and had better struggles growing up then id be interesting and have character and personality besides won't attention seeker. can't believe i got 0% histrionic on that test like no i need people. iv love my friends but i need strangers who don't even know who i am to admire me. i need supporters and fans that I'll never talk to i need to not be just a random person standing at a bus stop i need people to think im attractive and interesting and they want to get to know me and then they do and find out im talented and smart and interesting, not weird, introverted, and ugly, and yet i can't shut up about things nobody cares about. if i were handsome or cute im sure they would care about whatever bullshit i have to say. ugh

it's not fair why can't everyone just be beautiful and happy why do there have to be unattractive people in the world what the hell did we do to you why do we need to learn to love ourselves this literally sucks and it's detrimental to my health i wish i could go change my appearance and start my life over. would be fun to compare

#sou unhappy

[blackdaisies]

I would literally be drawing more art, but all of my free leisure time is now spent on playing Baldur's Gate 3.

I love this game so much and I want to keep going. It's so weird how a couple of months ago, this game was definitely not on my radar. Even after the previews I had zero interest in it. But then someone said "it was the closest video game experience to DnD" and only then was I intrigued.

It's been a month since this game came out and I still maybe in the middle of Act 3, so I have not yet finished the game. After all the spoilers that I've accidentally seen, this game is *still* surprising me . I'm posting some highlights below, so don't keep reading if you don't want to be spoiled.

Spoilery list of highlights so far below (you've been warned):

I started with playing a druid, but I fell in love with my Bard, and I can't imagine playing the game now without his vicious mockery insults. Randomly playing in synch with other bards you come across was a delight too.

All of the Shadow Cursed lands. Especially the Thorms. I took a lot of satisfaction out of talking my way out of most of the encounters. And holy crap, the Sisters in the House of Healing were beautiful. I cannot WAIT to see cosplay of them.

That intellect devourer you rescue at the beginning of the game, I had assumed was killed in the crash, but you get to rescue it again at the end of Act 2!!!

In Baldur's Gate (Act 3) after you meet a widow in an apothecary shop, outside there is a cat, that if you have speaks with animals on, you can convince to meet the shopkeeper and help her out

in exploring the lower city, I came across the graves of Karlach's parents, with Karlach in the group. It was such as sweet moment.

busting Duke Ravenguard out of that prison, holy jesus, that entire scenario was beautiful and amazing. I did two attempts to try to rescue all the prisoners (I didn't succeed, and even got my Tav killed because I tried to RP him waiting until everyone got back onto the sub). The rest of the group found Tav on a beach and rezzed him.

Wyll's proposal. Wow. I know some people say that Wyll's romance is boring, but I loved how wholesome and beautiful it was.

There were a few things that also surprised me in sort of negative way:

I wasn't keen on Halsin. I thought I'd love having him as part of the main crew, but he had old hippy professor energy that wasn't appealing to me at all. I was so happy that I was able to recruit Jaheira for all my druiding needs.

I figured out on my own that our Guardian was a mindflayer, but the Emperor went into flirt mode almost immediately. Actually, all the companions did, which I understand was a bug, but there was so much second hand embarassment watching everyone profess their deep desires even after no 'romantic' interactions from my bard. My Tav had to attempt to gently turn them down but cringing the hole time.

I spent so much time trying to rescue Minsc, but please dude, do more damage!! I get that he's a classic character, but it's so late in the game to introduce a ranger, why did it have to be so difficult to get him as a companion? And because it's so late in the game, I didn't have much gear for him, and I'm still trying to figure out how to play him so that he does useful damage.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 thoughts #gaming diary #baldur's gate 3 spoilers

[saint-magdalena]

journaling attempt #864162934

I jinxed it.

It’s fine. Out of all the other attempts at spitting ou tmy feelings, this felt the least like shit so here I am. I’m in college now holy shit, I honestly didn’t think I’d get this far. That being said, there had been several times where I had been very close to unaliving myself. Will it happen again? Probably, I’m a ticking time bomb at this point.

I bought a mechanical keyboard the other week. And buying one of these babies obviously makes me automatically become one of those Ali Abdaal 158 words per minute obnoxious jackasses. So I’m currently typing this thing and trying very hard not to look down at the keyboard so as to develop my touch typing skills. I’m typing very slow. It’s excruciating. But hey, there’s only so many monkey type tests one can take.

There’s so much shit that happened after the last post that I don;t even know where to start first. I actually had my first meeting with a psychologist last sunday. I pretty much bawled the entire time even though the original purpose of the visit was just to ask where I can get tested for ADHD or something like that. I don’t want to fall into the trap of solely relying on the self-diagnosis because that’s kinda cringe. I also want to cause my ardents pain by seeking professional help for myself before they do because fuck them. I used to only hate my dad but since the past few years I’m solely realizing that that was just years of manipulation from my mom. I never really hated my dad, I just felt that hating him as the appropriate response to what my mom had told me throughout the years. I don’t know if that previous sentence makes sense at all but whatever, It doesn’t really matter to anyone else but me. I love both of my parents, sure. I just dislike them as people. Both of them are just so shit parents. If they just had meaningful conversations without throwing tantrums and trying to murder each other when I was a child, this could have all been avoided. Now they don’t talk at all. I’m currently In charge of the monthly finance talk between them because of this. When I try to bring it up to either of them that I am frustrated because of this, they waste no time switching the conversation to why the other is the incompetent parent and why it’s their fault. Then absolutely nothing is accomplished.

the psychologist called me “peace-loving” after I told her a series of me trying to avoid conflict my entire life. I think that was therapist-speak for “you’re a pussy bitch who can’t handle arguments”.

I don’t know what my plan is, honestly. I have about ten-ish overdue assignments and it’s so fucking hard trying to keep up with them. Almost all of my classes are still purely online and that doesn’t fucking help. It’s been seven weeks since the start of classes and I’ve been on campus a total of one time. At least when I had irl classes, I had an actual reason to get out of bed and do stuff. Now it’s just a constant. cycle of bed-desk-bed-desk it’s absolutely fucking boring. I feel myself losing sanity by each passing second. I’m really really not well.

Btw idk why there’s that big gap up there I just pressed enter and that happened.

I might take a nap later. I only got one thing done today and I feel like shit about it. I was supposed to do at least two things per day at the very least, so I can catch up with stuff but I can;t really bring myself to do another thing today. I just feel so fucking tired and sleepy but it doesn’t even make sense that I feel this way because, again, I only did one thing today. It wasn’t even that hard. It was a drawing of a ketchup bottle yet I wanted to kill myself the entire time I was doing it. Everything jus feels so fucking overwhelming and I don’t understand how I’m supposed to navigate this. There’s some progress being achieved here and there but it never feels like enough. There’s always going to be dishes in the sink, always an empty water jug, always words waiting to be written.

My walls remain empty despite me being so reliant on aesthetic as a source of happiness. I want to buy and assemble my own PC and I’m trying to save up for that. Now I could also ask my dad to give me money to buy that but I know and you know that I would sooner jump off my apartment building than do that. I also don’t have a job, so there you go. Fun.

I’m getting really really tired now brain-wise and wrist wise. i could really use some sleep but I feel too bad to do so. So now I’m kinda just staring at my screen in utter despair.

It’s also 5 am and the sun’s gonna come up soon. I’ll try this again when I wake up.