#it is consuming my brain and i can barely think about anything else and its FUN AS FUCK

[omegalomania]

no ok like. i know this is The YBC Blog and all but i really truly need to go off about how GENUINELY fucking fascinating the whole "young volcanoes" video is on a metatextual level. like the entirety of the youngblood chronicles says a WHOLE hell of a lot about the band in terms of the metaphors it's painting wrt the hiatus and reformation and the fact that they took this particular song (sonically incredibly airy and cheerful, lyrically desolate) and turned it into the dinner party from hell. this is a story where an external force chops up the lead singer and hollows him out and then serves his organs to the rest of the band. theyre made to consume him, literally, against their will!!! and thats not all!! they are vividly hallucinating at this point, because theyve been heavily drugged - again, against their will! - and they see this whole thing as a joyous affair. in their blitzed out brains, this is them reuniting after the harrowing experience of being kidnapped off the goddamn streets! and then they have this fucked up trippy GROUP HALLUCINATION where they are literally EATING PATRICKS ORGANS. and in the real world, none of them can see this happening - except patrick. patrick is not blindfolded. patrick can see them being forcefed his own viscera and he's too fucking high off his ass to do anything about it. in fact, in reality, he barely acknowledges his bandmates at all.

like just thinking about this from a metaphorical perspective. its fucking fascinating innit. the band literally cannibalizes patrick against their will, and he cannibalizes himself against his will, and they are all made to believe this is something that they want to have happen. they are misled and drugged into this. they eat him alive. they eat him ALIVE. and they are made to think they're having a great time doing it.

the band consumes itself for the seeming entertainment of the onlooking vixens. and they don't explore this through the avenue of pete, who the rest of the band regularly cites as the creative impetus behind the band, but through patrick, the voice. the mouthpiece. the one who sings the words. this is the third fucking video they released when the band came back from hiatus. and its this. it is the band being forced to consume the lead singer and primary composer from the inside, and him participating in this forced consumption.

it makes me grip my head and scream. we witness this horrifying incident so early and things only get worse and worse from there. for all that patrick kills joe and pete later in the narrative, they have patrick's blood on their lips first, staining their mouths, slicking their insides. and, like the case with patrick, who has been warped into something violent, they don't do this willingly; it is done to them. we see what true and genuine hatred of music and creativity has motivated the vixens to do. and in contrast we see, by the story's end, the thesis statement that the defenders of the faith love each other beyond any earthly horror that can be inflicted upon them. how unbelievably unfathomably fucking captivating for this to be present at the very start, this warped perversion of that kind of love. what else is friendship and brotherhood but this. what else is love at its most destructive and possessive than this. we are friends, we are brothers in arms, we are companions until the bitterest of all bitter ends. we have wrought immeasurable horrors upon each other. we have consumed each other. we have eaten each other alive. we all have each other's blood on our hands and in our mouths. if save rock and roll is the brightest and most elevated declaration of love imaginable, then young volcanoes is the darkest and most twisted. we don't want to be here. we're having the time of our lives. we're trapped. we're screaming. we missed you. we are better together. we are destroying each other. we love you. we love you to the most twisted and horrific and absolute endpoint imaginable. we love you. they won't let us stop loving you. we love you. they won't let us stop. we love you.

#THATS NOT EVEN TAKING INTO ACCOUNT THE SNAKE MY GOD THE FUCKING SNAKE #THE WAY ITS THIS TANGIBLE REPRESENTATION OF COLLECTIVE TRAUMA #they NEVER see the snake in young volcanoes. it never appears in reality. #but in just one yesterday they all instantly fucking recognize it and they are HORRIFIED by it #I HATE THIS STUPID MOVIE. I AM GUARANTEED TO HAVE PUT MORE THOUGHT INTO THIS THAN THE DAMN BAND. #AND YET IT CAPTIVATES ME..... #*making poasts #cannibalism cw #i mean. since i talk about it pretty prominently lol

[chococolte]

I like the way you write. It scratches my brain in all the right ways. Anyway, how about something with Al-Haitham? I feel like he would be the kind of guy to just silently stalk you whenever you're in Port Ormos or smth

word count. 660

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. yandere, unhealthy relationship, possessive & obsessive thoughts/behaviors, etc..

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. umm .😳😳TYSM !!!!?? also kind of hate this but i just wanted to write something and post it TT

Al-Haitham is a man of logic and reasoning.

Love, by its very nature, is illogical. It is a fiery, passionate emotion— it will burn you from the inside out, and it will make you learn to love the pain. Al-Haitham avoids it like any mammal would avoid a wildfire: he runs, he hides, and he prefers it to be that way. Anything to avoid getting burnt.

What he didn’t take into account is that it’s easy to get lost in the flames when you’re in love. It’s so much easier to lose yourself when they consume your mind like a pyre.

Al-Haitham is a determined, obsessive man. He may have had no interest in you in the beginning, but that isn’t the case anymore, not when he can no longer think of anything other than you.

You stick out in his mind and you stay there. When he studies and does his research, you are there. When he tries to focus his mind on the matter at hand, he thinks of you. When he lies at night and tries to fall asleep, you keep him wide awake.

Al-Haitham tried to ignore it in the beginning— he tried to ignore you. He avoided any thought of you like the plague. If he allowed himself any moment, any reprieve, then you would swallow him whole. And as intelligent as Al-Haitham may be, he was not equipped to deal with you.

He had no reason to be like this. No reason to think about you all the time. You were ordinary. Painfully ordinary. If anything at all, you were kind despite his temperance. But that wasn’t enough for you to enrapture his mind like this— that was no reason for him to be unable to think of anything else.

The pain is like that of an infected wound; scorched and seared. It’s unbearable. He can barely take another moment, unable to understand why it’s you of all people. You haven’t done anything to deserve his undivided attention, and yet you have it regardless.

He wants to know why. Why you, of all people? He needs answers. He demands it.

Al-Haitham begins where any man like him would begin: figuring out everything about you. What makes you special? Why can his eyes spot you in any crowd, no matter the size? Why does your voice echo in his mind, why does he hear even when he's sleeping?

There had to be something. Any reason at all. Even if it was as small as the way you breathed, it would still be something.

Though Al-Haitham would never admit it, he keeps delicate watch of you. He takes notes of your little quirks, filling up page after page. Papers scatter his desk, now all about you: the way you walk, the way you talk. The way you move yourself, your little nervous habits. Everything.

He makes sure you never notice his presence, but he will always be sure of yours. He finds himself enjoying your peace, imagining himself the one walking by your side; he enjoys the daydreams a little too much, almost losing himself often enough for it to be worrisome.

He realizes it suddenly one day. It comes as a surprise. You had not done anything particular, only living as you see fit, but it finally clicked in his mind.

You had so many things about you. So many things to fixate over, so many things to indulge in.

You had such a beautiful smile. The way your eyes crinkled, the way they shined and glimmered under the sunlight; there was no other sight quite like it. And your eyes— your wonderful eyes. Al-Haitham could stare at them all day, never losing interest in the stars that dance within them, in the reflections they form. He's lost himself in you again, but he doesn't mind it this time, doesn't mind the scars or the smell of burning flesh.

You are the only one worthy of his fixation.

#[🦇] — my writing #genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere #yandere male #yandere x reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere al-haitham #al-haitham x reader #al haitham x reader #genshin impact x reader #yandere al haitham #yandere al haitham x reader #yandere imagines #male yandere #yandere genshin impact x reader #yandere genshin x reader #gender neutral reader

[moonshine-nightlight]

Hi, I'm always very impressed by your world building skills, even in shorter stories! Do you have any advice for aspiring writers on how to build their fantasy world?

So i drafted a response to this in between working just far too much and then my computer crashed and i lost it. Then i was even busier so i never got around to writing it again but i am making some time this weekend, so worldbuilding post - take 2

My main, high level worldbuilding tips are:

Rule of Cool: worldbuild things you think are fun and interesting. not only is that the best way to get ideas you like and are motivated to write about, but other people will also think they're interesting too. have fun with it.

Iceberg theory: know more about the world than ever makes it into the story. people can sense when worldbuilding is shallow, so even if they never see the true depths of the world they can often sense it's there. plus if u know the whole picture, everything the readers do see will seem more coherent

Integration: i heavily integrate the world i'm building into the story i'm telling--so dig into the plot and characters and make sure that the world and the story serve each other well. your world is there to contribute to the story so make sure its fulfilling that purpose

For more specifics about how i personally world build and for some examples from my stories of the above guidelines, see below.

So firstly, i love worldbuilding. i just think its a ton of fun and could easily spend hours just thinking about worlds in my head. (i mean what else is there to do when ur commuting to work, amiright?) i think that does make it easier for me to take the time to do it right and makes the world come through more vividly in my writing. it can get annoying or tedious or be more challenging at times, but since i like it/find world building interesting, i'm more willing to put in the time and effort to whip it into shape and i get less frustrated with that part of the process in general.

i'm also always thinking about world building to some degree in the back of my mind. picking up interesting information, facts, snatches of cool ideas or images or whatever. then i throw all that in like a junk drawer in my brain so when i sit down to more officially write or flesh out a world, i already have spare parts at my finger tips to use or drawn on.

Reading and consuming other art and worlds also makes it easier to make your own, just lik reading is a key part of writing practice. i don't just mean fiction, but just anything about the actual world makes it much easier to make up your own--that can manifest as awe at the fireflies that actually exist or spite that dragons dont. Whether that's random youtube video essays about the history of musicals or drinks or fashion to books and articles and documentaries or just my friend's niche interests (or their regular jobs). i'm always taking worldbuilding notes in the back of my mind.

For a more writing specific example, i read this short guide '50 Ways to Kill a Mermaid' (its locked for AO3 so u hav to sign in to read it) and it was super fun and cool to read that info from a writer who had studied marine biology. then when i was fleshing out Don't Shoot the Messenger a year later, the problem of Satrasi being a sea demon in a fresh water pool and bloating came to my mind because i'd stored that tidbit from the article away for later use.

My personal method for worldbuilding and plot outlining is sort a brainstorming/Q&A i have with myself (i hope this makes sense when i'm done writing this all out lol).

I've mentioned this before but the prompt that inspired Dale was: "You’re pretty sure your boyfriend was replaced by an eldritch being that can barely emulate being human. Weirdly, you enjoy a better relationship with them than your actual boyfriend."

So when that idea grabbed me, i started brainstorming about the world and asking myself questions. Why is the reader with the boyfriend if they don't really like them? What would make someone stay in a relationship like that? Do i want to make this a dark story? And i did not, i wanted it to be fun, so the arranged marriage angle came to mind. And if that's the premise then when is the story? is this our 'past' or another world entirely? diff world means more freedom so i automatically leaned in that direction.

Can the reader tell the 'boyfriend' has been replaced? Are demons a thing people know about? does the reader know that's an option? which is more fun? if the reader is worried about Dale getting caught, that's more room for hijinks so then yes, demons are known, but not common otherwise too many people would notice.

So my plot and worldbuilding are evolving in tandem and informing each other, based on the type of story i want to tell and how the characters i have in mind will react etc.

i run through a lot of ideas and turn them over in my head--trying out diff pieces to see if they fit--and am always willing to drop an idea or save it for another story if i don't think its working for the current one

For iceberg theory, i mentioned above for Dale would be the religions in that world. When i decided to introduce a priest like character (for discovery danger) i knew i needed to focus more on the religions than i previously had noted. the majority of what i came up with isn't int he story, but i think the fact that i know it helps me write when did end up in there, helped make it consistent, and means i can more easily work in allusions to it without having to work so hard those singular times.

For example, i'd decided to call the demon realm "the Depths" early on, which to me already invokes deep water and darkness, so i followed that through to sort height and air and light as being perceived more positively. fire and light are important symbols in this world and they primarily burn their dead--to bury someone below ground would be seen as almost condemning them and someone drowning is also seen as like, not good for their soul because what if it is 'pulled down' rather than 'ascending'. some of this was alluded to in the chapter, but most of it is not. this also helped me come up with the various "by the light" "dawn's ire" and other similar little 'religious' phrases and exclamations different characters use at times.

Meanwhile, in Sacrifice, the people living their are relatively non-religious--thats why they both don't pray to any other deities and it takes 5 years of problems to even bother trying an old god. it's not sacrilege because they're desperate people trying a long shot, not violating or abandoning a different belief. because i wanted the reader's main problem with it all to just be that they didn't think it work.

And why is she a translator? because i wanted to use the idea from that one post that goes around about how ridiculous it is in movies when their translated prophecies rhyme in english. why are they arguing about the translation? because its a dead language so no one really speaks it, that means the people who came up with it were here a century ago or longer. why aren't they here anymore? nomadic so they left and ended up staying away because of a natural disaster elsewhere. why is this town here now? a particular export/resource in this area became valuable enough for people to try to live here. the fact that its a lumber town due to some rare wood native to the area doesn't come up in the story, but i know it and i think that i know that about the town helps it feel more real, makes it easier for me to reach for new details when i need them

and going back to anything can be inspiration, let's talk about the doorlock in the very beginning of Finally Woken. its literally just a magical keypad/number pad but with different colored tiles instead of numbers because i wanted the reader to be able to get in, but i felt it didnt make sense for them to hav a physical key. and i thought it would look cool in Heshi's door and it went well with the fact that he's a glassblower . also, why is Heshi a glassblower? because i frickin' lov blown glass - i just think its so cool and pretty. that helped lead into the sort of artisan economy feel that world has.

Each of these stories has an outline and notes doc at a minimum. the notes doc is where i throw lik pics, inspiration posts, random worldbuilding ideas etc. only much shorter stories or stories that are heavily based in 'modern' world don't hav extensive random notes.

my Dale folder has subfolders for characters and the setting, as well as random worldbuilding files such as "demon summoning/magic" "spiritual belief and org" "fashion - feminine" and so on. Even excluding the plot outline and chapter notes (and not counting pics) i've got like, over 4k of random notes saved. dale is the one i hav the most of that for, but all my fics have some little section with stuff like that jotted down

in the end, i think the best way to sum up all that is with my three original rules of: put stuff u think is cool in your world, known more than you tell to help everything fit together and seem deep, and build your world around your plot and characters because they should all be working together to tell the story you want to tell.

honestly, i could ramble about worldbuilding all day so if anyone has any questions or wants more examples, just let me know ^^

#asks #writing asks #story asks #man did i apparently really want to talk about anything that isn't work or what? #this is why 'rambling' is in my other tumblr username #worldbuilding #fantasy world building #world building #i really do enjoy world building a lot #writing #i rly hope this made some sense #sorry for the delay in answering #i'm still kinda salty my original answer got eaten by my computer #look sometimes ur worldbuilding is because you learned a lot about operetta in a documentary #sometimes its because the idea of a secret corset busk knife is cool #ur guess as to what's gonna show up in dale next #but one of them will and yes that is a threat

[quinloki]

…… it is consuming all of my brain function I barely have brain cells to rub together for ANYTHING ELSE RN IM SO SORRY ITS SO LONG

Marco and Sabo who aren't actually from conflicting organizations, they're from organizations that are partnered (whitebeard/revolutionaries) but they have this weird rivalry (mostly on Sabo's side tbh) bc Ace and Sabo grew up together but Ace didn't join the same organization bc Sabo disappeared similar to canon but they were reunited at some point and ace yapped his ear off about his partner marco

anyways the organizations both have someone in their eye (reader) and decide to work together to obtain the asset. however ace is trash at undercover work so they send sabo and marco together instead

reader works for croc maybe doing something similar to what robin used to do and kinda similar vibes to nami in a sense of owing croc a bunch of money they occasionally prowl the casino floor looking for dudes to 'rip off' to help pay the debt down

and oh look it's a pair of brothers talking about how their dad left them a bunch of money and they've never done this before time to get them drunk and clean them out ofc they'll only act drunk and you offer to escort them up to their room safely

then bam drugged and you're out cold and stuffed in a suitcase and they're out of there (but being followed oh nooo) and you wake up in a totally different hotel room and you try to fight them but trained spies so you basically just end up pinned like we're ready to make you a better deal than crocodile just calm down and you're like ???? wait you're not here to use me against crocodile??? i'm down I was only working for him bc I owed him money and his new business partner (doffy) gives me the creeps so what can you offer

and sabo is like what is this stockholm syndrome already and marco just shakes his head and sighs and they basically outline what the organizations are looking for/offer which is like 10x better than working for crocodile so you accept but oop yall are still being followed so spy shenandigans and little scuffles follow and you travel a lot trying to get back to their base

and it puts you all in very close proximity for some time often sharing hotel rooms and then one time the only room available is one bed and ofc then comes the bickering of who will sleep where with the guys planning on the floor and it's like come on we're all adults here it'll be fine (famous last words) and ofc yall wake up snuggled together and sabo is interally like wtfff that's the best I've slept probably ever

and yall have all been practically attached at the hip for safety so everyone is pent up and they both get some morning wood and its like this is wrong yall are brothers and they're like we're not real brothers?? and then you're like oh. well then.

fun times ensue and after it's a bit awkward like well what do we do now but then bam croc's men catch up so it's run away and not think about that time and there's a few more stops between then and getting back to safety and a few more fun times and then yall are seperated when you get back and it's like aw it's over but they start sneaking in to see you and it's like welp I guess this is a thing

and you see them together and seperate and while they see eachother in your company they see very little of eachother outside of it bc they're dealing with eachother for you except marco is very good at putting sabo under him and riling him up and it's always so hot to watch especially when marco orders sabo to do specific things to you

and yall have fun like that for awhile and then ofc there's some drama like maybe croc's men finally sneak in and snatch you up but you're like a beloved member of both organizations so they'll go to war for you and snatch you back and the boys are so happy to have you back they spend days showing you just how much

anyways brain is empty rn imma go to bed and maybe think about more or just more specific sexy times so sorry for the brain dump love you lots hope you enjoyed <3333

Okay - no but that was an awesome ride \o/

You’re in bad with Crocodile, and Doffy wants to “help”, but gods the strings attached to that offer are so bad you’d rather sleep with Croc honestly, but that’s not happening because your relationship with him is exceptionally negative in this story. (I imagine to the point of his cigars making you rankle.)

In come easy marks Sabo and Marco, and oh it’s fun and flirting as you ply these men with drinks and compliments. They even give you small gifts in exchange, tips whether they win big or not. The flirting becoming more heated as the drinks continue in.

Neither is really affected. Sabo’s tolerance is legendary, and Marco can’t even get drunk because of the Phoenix. At least not drinking so little. (He’d slammed a gallon or two once in frustration and had managed to feel drunk for minute or two.

Once the facade is dropped and things are explained (helluva hook you have there, Sabo admits, having taken a wild swing to the jaw), your on board. But you have concerns - your bullshit debt aside, you’re an asset to Croc, he doesn’t let go of assets.

Worry not, their bases are in the New World, and Croc’s connections are in Paradise. It’s going to be a long trip - island hopping down the grand line to reach the Red Line and safety. Weeks and months of staying under the radar and keeping close.

You’re the one to admit you don’t mind some stress relief as long as it doesn’t get weird. They’re brothers - oh wait they aren’t - okay but you’ll be coworkers of a sort, no mixing business and pleasure. We’re all adults here.

Your only concern is that these orgasms aren’t going to be outdone because it’s criminal how well these two work your body. You make it to the Red Line - feelings are caught, you’re caught, war breaks out.

Confessions and concessions as you drown in your two sweet blonde boys, never to be worried about anyone or anything no matter how dangerous it gets.

I love it - it’s a very action packed take on the ideas for Outnumbered, and I love the emotions tied to reader getting kidnapped/saved.

#quin answers #reader insert #x reader #kazieai #marco the phoenix #revolutionary sabo #sabo the revolutionary

[solradguy]

hi! can you tell your whole process for learning japanese on your own? where did you start? what resources did you utilise? how did you find and manage your time and maintain discipline? also, how long did it take you to reach fluency?

I am sooooo far from fluent hahaha I'm stumbling through this language Gromit-style

Ok, so, circa 2014 I was studying Norwegian because I really wanted to learn a secondary language (thx American school system...) and I really liked the cadence/feel of Norwegian. That was my entire reason for studying it, I just liked how it sounded lol. But by 2016 I'd learned enough of it from Duolingo that it was time to move on to more difficult study materials.

Which I could not find for the life of me.

I got frustrated and decided it'd probably be best to pick up another language. Japanese was the one I saw the most since a lot of my favorite artists are Japanese, some of my best inking supplies come from Japan (with Japanese packaging), and there used to be a really good local Japanese restaurant too (RIP). Duolingo had just launched an absolutely shit Japanese course that motivated me to look for better practice materials.

I think I started practicing the kana through just writing them a whole bunch before finding out about Tofugu's hiragana and katakana mnemonics-based study articles. From there I did the three free levels offered by Wanikani. Wanikani is awesome, I learned a lot through that program and wish the full version one-time purchase was more affordable... It's worth it, I'm just broke haha

After a while I lost interest in studying Japanese because it's so difficult/time consuming and tried out reconstructed Classical Latin (HARD!), Norwegian again, and just barely dipped my toes into Esperanto. About a year before I got into Guilty Gear (2020), I picked up Japanese again by refreshing my progress on Wanikani. The Duolingo course still sucked but it had gotten a tiny bit better with its kana study tool, though I dropped it again before long. What helped the most this time were books. I tried out these:

Genki - Not bad. I liked how it broke down parts of grammar. However, it's definitely written for a classroom setting. The topics/vocabulary were all school themed and, on top of feeling like I was missing vital information by self-studying, it just got boring.

Tae Kim's Guide to Learning Japanese - This has a physical version but I read it through the free app/website. Much more advanced than Genki, but made for self-study and as a grammatical reference tool. It went a bit over my head and was too fast-paced, I learn kinda slow... Now that I'm much better at Japanese, I should try it again.

Japanese From Zero - My favorite of the books I tried. Goes slower, made more for self-study, and has some free supplemental materials on their website.

While Japanese From Zero was working great, I was losing interest again because my brain CRAVES variety. Straight up translating stories has helped me more than anything else. Japanese Short Stories for Beginners by LingoMastery was a good investment alongside Barron’s Japanese Grammar by Carl and Nobuo Akiyama and Japanese Verbs & Essentials of Grammar by Rita L. Lampkin to help with grammar concepts Japanese Short Stories doesn't expand on enough. IMABI (website) is also a very good grammar reference guide. It can be a bit dry, but I like that. It doesn't waste time and is very direct.

Lingodeer has been invaluable too. The free version is smartphone app only, but that's fine since I usually study right before bed anyway. It has a 5 minute quiz that's just snappy enough to refresh my knowledge without being so long that my brain gets bored of the repetition. The lesson modules also do a really great job at explaining grammatical concepts. There are some other study tools, like specific ones for practicing grammar and vocabulary, that I like.

Then in 2021 I got into Guilty Gear. Boy, did I get into Guilty Gear. Translating GG books has helped me more than all of these other materials combined (except the Tofugu kana articles). HIGHLY recommend going a little crazy for a piece of Japanese media if you wanna learn the language.

I can't speak it for shit though, to be honest lmao. But I set out learning it to read things so that's fine; there are very, very, few Japanese speakers where I live anyway. What I mean by this is that I don't have any materials to suggest for learning how to speak it or to improve listening comprehension, sorry...

If I'm not currently working on a translation project (which counts as studying!!), I try to do at least one of these forms of practice each day:

10-15 minutes of Lingodeer

Do Anki flashcards until I get bored. There's a deck that's all 60 levels of Wanikani, though Wanikani itself is still better.

Practice kana stroke order for the ones I still sometimes struggle with （ツ、シ、ン、ソ......）and at least 5 kanji

Read something in Japanese. Lately this's been Japanese-English Translation: An Advanced Guide by Judy Wakabayashi

There's a page on my Neocities with some study tools but it needs updated with a few things I've since found that work better:

#asks #long post

[guardianspirits13]

Let me rant about Moon Knight for a bit!

(It’s about the acting. Just the acting.)

So I’ve been thinking a lot about Moon Knight recently…

For some context, I watched the whole show about 2 weeks ago and it has become a pretty typical obsession. One problem with this, however, is that ADHD has a tendency to turn my piqued interests into hyperfixation, wherein I enjoy a piece of media and my brain gets very excited about its new source of dopamine and tries to leech it for all it’s worth. This means that as long as the thing continues to give me dopamine, it will consume my waking hours as I think, watch, draw, write, and do just about anything else I can with it. Normally creating art and analysis are the best ways for me to combat hyperfixation so I have something to channel this extra excitement into, and so I’ll eventually run out of things to draw and write so my brain can chill out and get back to its normal life. However, within these hyperfixations, there is usually one element that I will cling on to that becomes the center of my interest. Usually it’s a character, sometimes a specific episode or scene. In Moon Knight, it was Steven…at first.

But as I’ve continued to explore the interviews, behind-the-scenes, and an ungodly amount of edits and scene compilations for this show, I have realized that my interest has shifted a bit off the content of the show itself, and onto something different. What is it?

It’s the acting.

The f u c k i n g acting. In this fucking show. Specifically Oscar Isaac.

It absolutely baffles me how the characters of Marc and Steven were distinguished in the most subtle of ways, and the immense focus demanded by this level of a performance just blows me away. Like let me explain- I knew little to nothing about Oscar Isaac when I watched this show. I knew he was the guy from Star Wars that I kinda liked when I watched one of the newer movies like three years ago. It took me two full episodes of Moon Knight to un-confuse him with Rami Malek (I saw museum and Egypt and my brain was like hey that guy looks similar. Sincere apologies). Since watching Moon Knight I’ve seen a variety of interviews with him and I still struggle to wrap my mind around the fact that this is the same guy that played Steven. And Marc. (And Jake). Looking at any given frame of Steven in particular, I have to squint just to see the resemblance. And I know you’re thinking, ‘oh it’s the hair, it’s the outfit’ yeah. Sure. That contributes something, but nope. It’s the acting.

As a kid I thought 80% of being a good actor was memorizing your lines and expressing emotions you didn’t actually feel. As an adult I’d toss in character studies, posing, and staging. But it is only after watching this show that I have realized how damn important mannerisms are, and how much utter focus it takes to not only memorize and deliver lines in a believable way, but to be aware and in control of every part of your body down to the muscles in your face. Maybe it’s just my ADHD speaking, but having so much control and awareness of yourself that you can quite literally become the character you are playing, to the point where the actor’s own mannerisms and personality become barely discernible, is just astonishing. Like the scenes when Steven and Marc are switching back and forth and they change into the other before your eyes and yet still look so distinctly like their own self? Wow. And perhaps this degree of acting is more common than I realize, and it just stands out to me more in this instance due to the nature of the show, but it doesn’t take away from the fact that I not only noticed how good the acting was, but the performance left a lasting impression on me. Even more than the characters themselves- the emotions, expressions, and mannerisms connected with me on a level deeper than I care to admit.

Slight detour (you can skip if you want) but I have a theory about audience awareness of acting ability- it’s an inverted bell curve. Stick with me now. When you’re watching something with bad acting, you know because it lacks immersion. You lack investment in the performance so your brain goes meta and is like ‘haha these actors are so bad’. For most movies and shows, the performances fall in the middle. They’re good enough that they feel natural, believable, and fully integrated into the scene, but nothing about the acting particularly stands out. Now on the far end of the spectrum, there are things along the lines of… Midsommar? Get Out? (I don’t watch the Oscars but you get the idea). And of course, Moon Knight. This might just be me, (thus the theorizing) but if a performance is almost so good that it becomes uncomfortable to watch, my brain checks me out of the immersion so I can sit back and realize that it’s not real, and is just in fact some damn good acting. It’s kind of like the uncanny valley. I’m now realizing that this does primarily apply to sad/scary/intense films that stretch the limits of human emotions, but my point still stands. Kinda.

Anyways- back to the main event!

Perhaps even more incredible to me is the entirety of episode 5, where Marc and Steven are in separate bodies and bouncing dialogue off each other. First off, hats off to the special effects team and whoever else was responsible for the editing because that was just about seamless. Second off , I repeat myself yet again: the a c t i n g. In one of the interviews I watched Oscar did briefly discuss the extensive planning that had to go into those scenes, such as figuring out which character to film first, but I cannot imagine how much focus and just plain skill it takes to act out both characters in these scenes individually, not to mention the emotional intensity written into most of them. Even with someone reading off opposing lines offscreen or acting as a stand-in, the chemistry between these two characters in the final release is flawless. Episode 5 probably had some of the best directed, written, and performed scenes in the entire MCU- they hit you hard and stick with you long after they’re over. They give you food for thought. They certainly gave me food for thought.

AND DID I MENTION IT’S THE SAME FUCKING ACTOR???

Ahem. Let me breathe here for a second.

As previously mentioned, it might well be the case that all of the particular things I’m citing that make this show so great appear more frequently than I realize in other media, and the structure of Moon Knight just happens to allow them to shine more brightly. I don’t care. This is the one that stuck with me, and that’s all the difference. The production, writing, direction, and editing on this show is all phenomenal and in my opinion some of the best use Marvel has ever gotten out of their practically infinite budget, despite barely being half the CGI-fest of their other properties.

Incredible job to everyone who made this show a reality, as I will be revisiting it for years to come.

ALSO GIVE OSCAR ISAAC HIS FUCKING EMMY YOU COWARDS!

#cowards (affectionate) #moon knight #moon knight meta #oscar isaac #analysis #rant #so anyways i have a lot of thoughts #talk to me about this show please i will love you forever #marc spector #steven grant #jake lockely #umm also i know i kind of excluded the other cast members #may calamawy my beloved #she was incredible #ethan hawke played a very punchable villain #uhhh voice actors for the gods? iconic #thats all from me lol #mypost #mymeta #marvel #mcu #acting #adhd #hyperfixation

[mdhwrites]

I’m 27 Today! Let’s Talk About How I Write and How It’s Not What You’re Expecting

So to get it out of the way: It’s my birthday today! I don’t have any special plans today but I do have plans for Chinese and the D&D movie tomorrow with my family that I’m excited for. If you want to give me any sort of present, buying my books and leaving reviews on them is sincerely the best thing you can do for me. It is my job after all. But I thought I’d take today to let you all know what the process of writing looks like for me. After all, I talk a lot about stories, planning, structure, etc. like that. Writing isn’t an easy art form, even if technically anyone can writer. We’re all taught the basics as kids after all. Consuming books can genuinely make you a better writer because you’re exposed to every element of writing with them. I mostly learned writing from the books I read voraciously when I was younger and then cleaned up my style and learned the proper rules of writing through editors. I haven’t taken a single college course or the like on creative writing after all. A lot of what I know is from experimentation, extrapolation, etc. like that. But enough of that. Let’s get into my process. So first, naturally, start with concept. What is it I want to write about. Let’s take one of my works I don’t talk about as much: Under the Boughs of Love. Its concept was simple: Follow a girl growing up with the help of a living tree and her best friend/first love. Add a troubled family life because this was inspired by Lumischa and you have the base concept. Second, though mostly optional, is style. On a grander level, this could be said to be the point where I decide if a concept is fanfiction or original fiction. How drastic of an AU is often the deciding factor for that though. With this, I’m actually talking about things like the story being done in a journal style or if it’s going to be first person or third person. For Under the Boughs, I decided to explicitly make the structure be that every year was one chapter. That way it could fulfill the desire of the passing of time while making how much time had passed clear, consistent and also gives it a good, brisk pace that it might not have otherwise. I then figure out what character archtypes are going to work for the story, bare minimum the main character, and then I start writing. This usually can happen within five minutes of forming the concept. Sometimes less if I don’t need to use the bathroom or the like. That... Isn’t a joke. So understand that I’ve tried making this sort of blog a LOT of times to try and explain how I function as a writer and I always get stuck in that everything I’m explaining feels very obvious to me. I never get into the weird fact that my brain runs a BILLION MILES AN HOUR. And when I board the train of a concept, it’s going whether I have everything in place or not. And I don’t think that’s wholly bad. One of my biggest strengths as a writer I think is improvisation. That the discoveries I make of characters as I write them don’t present obstacles to me but instead opportunities. Let’s take Blair from Rich Witch as an example. She has a bit too blunt of an introduction in my opinion and the crueler parts of her personality come out before much of anything else. This actually fits thematically with Azu but the question becomes to me: Why? Why does my brain demand she be so aggressive from go? And so there’s a chapter spent having the characters ask her that and so we get to explore a side character and what the training that had them isolated for three months did to their brain and how they’re kind of having to adjust. Rather than make the incongruity be a problem, I ask how I can use it to my advantage. How can I world build with it, what are the storytelling opportunities I can come up with it and what am I learning about my own perception of a character with it? Not to say I don’t plan at all. I might start a story with minimally a plan but that can work more than fine for a chapter or two and especially for a one off where you don’t need much more of a plan than the concept. It’s just that I can start with very little and the planning I do do? It’s all kept in my brain as I ruminate over the larger moments I’ll be going for. Consider what I just wrote and what I can do with it. Consider what the larger story I want to tell. But a lot of it is built off of what I discover in the early stages of writing a story as much as any other part.

It’s where I get my statement that I have ‘good instincts’. This ESPECIALLY is true in regards of themes. I’ve bullshitted my way through claiming themes for my stories for a long time but that’s not a part of my planning or my core writing style. It wouldn’t even make sense with my goals. Because my goal as a writer, above ANYTHING else, is to just give a coherent, enjoyable story. If it’s deep and can be considered some grand piece of art: Cool. But I don’t give a shit. My goal is to make the stories I want to make and hope that someone else enjoys it too. Themes and the like are entirely secondary to me than that. There’s only one of my works, especially that I’m proud of, that’s different and that’s Crises Girlfriends. And, frankly, it wasn’t so much a theme as a demand from my personal experiences. The story could not have love be what cured the two’s mental health problems. I did not want to perpetuate that dangerous story telling crutch if I was going to make something inspired by my personal journey. Love can support, it can help, but it is not the cure. Does that mean I changed my planning style so as to make sure the therapy lessons were geared for them? Or that I went hard into how to make it so that the two girls had mental health issues that played into that concept? Nope. Their mental health issues are rooted in their characters. In fact, besides the archtype fitting for a story, I don’t explicitly make sure their whole being revolves around how useful it is to the plot. This is where a lot of that discovery aspect comes into play. The plot informed their archtype, their attitude informs the flavor of their help in the plot, that flavor informs shifts in others, interactions, etc. like that, even to the point where a chapter may entirely change because my brain just goes “Nah man. That just isn’t going to fly with these characters.” It literally stopped there from being a sex scene in one of my erotica books. That’s not a joke either. One of my erotica works has fan service and the like but the sex scene gets called out as not being sincere, as being manipulative, and the dude goes “I am all for a booty call but I want to know the girl is going to be into it as well. I can tell you’re not so I’m going back to bed.” That was explicitly not the plan but the ramifications of that one moment where I couldn’t justify the sex rippled into the second and third books in The Daughters of Dusk series. Now I could stop here and be like “And this is what makes me such an oddball author and analyst,” but if you’ve read my analytical blogs, you know I’m not willing to be unfair. Both sides need to be accounted for. And let’s face it, I’m not perfect. I’ve made bland characters. I’ve had to sidestep a plot issue I’ve put in front of myself. While I think my style works 90% of the time, there’s one moment in Rich Witch which haunts me because it feels like a betrayal of Azu’s powers that shouldn’t be there and it’s in the FIRST CHAPTER. Not that it’s technically impossible or the like but that it’s not something I would have done had I cared more about the rules of her magic at the time.

Hell, I have an entire BOOK scrapped because I didn’t like how awkward and janky it ended up being, I do try to do some amount of personal quality control after all. I also work alone though mostly so, you know... It’s hard to always catch the mistakes but I haven’t found anyone in a long time I can rely on giving me feedback on my works, especially in any sort of timely manner. And I don’t have the money to hire an editor or proofreader.

And... Well, if it sounds like a mind that can work so fast is nothing but a good thing, I have bad news for you. See... What do I do about my negative thoughts? My brain races so much that I constantly am distracting myself so I don’t have to think. So my depression and anxiety don’t eat me alive. It’s why I’m disabled. Worse yet is that only a couple days ago, talking to my therapist, did I finally realize that my biggest trigger as a person is engaging honestly with my emotions. I don’t react well ANYTIME I think about how I’m feeling. Happy or sad. That’s a problem when my style of writing ONLY works by engaging my hyper analytical brain with my emotional brain. I can’t write without those two functioning properly or else I don’t connect with the characters as I’m supposed to. It all becomes very functional and it takes so much more work on my part to put anything down, especially if I’m not trying to forget mannerisms or reactions. It’s a struggle I’m still grappling with. That I’ve fought with myself for eight years now and I don’t really know when it’s going to change. Until the day it does though, thank you all for continuing to support and listen to me. It means the world to me and I wish I gave you all back more than I do because of it. That I showed you all the stories I have in my mind rather than hiding away as I usually do. But I am also only twenty seven. I have a long time to find the healthy way for me to return to whoever it was who was able to write eight thousand words, minimum, a day for over two months a couple years ago. Until then, know I never forget a story and I’ll keep sharing what wisdom I’ve learned so long as you’re all interested in it. ========= I have a public Discord for any and all who want to join!

I also have an Amazon page for all of my original works in various forms of character focused romances from cute, teenage romance to erotica series of my past. I have an Ao3 for my fanfiction projects as well if that catches your fancy instead, If you want to hang out with me, I stream from time to time and love to chat with chat.

And finally a Twitter you can follow too!

#Birthday #Writing

[dragonheadskilax]

iron-cutting-meteor-sword: literally frantically trying to do the same thing you did and consume all Lupin media so I can keep up AGQNRBE I had no idea he had an animated sakura background in one movie that’s so funny. i love the galaxy brain of Goemon being both traditional and also just like. normally experienced with certain modern things. like he can fly a plane and drive a car and operate certain machinery and use a phone bc he’s part of Lupin’s gang, he’s got to know how to do that, he’s just not really one to show off about it like Lupin and Jigen. I DID like the gag they put in Seven Days Rhapsody though were Lupin remarks that of all the people in the world Goemon looks so wrong holding a cellphone (now that I think about it, the “you changed ur phone” comment may have been in reference to the fact that they gave Goemon a flip phone to have since Rhapsody? He had the flip phone in following installments) ANYWAY love ur Goemon posts king

My first 2 weeks was watching Parts 4-6, TWNFM and a few movies. Month 1 watching All movies. Month 2 Parts 1-3. And now, I’ve been rewatching everything again but in order with a bit of reading or peeking at the games and obscure music albums. I don’t recommend the tactic of seeing three movies in a single day, instant brain soup.

And yeah! I love his thing of having a traditional way of style and living but is still up to date with some things for the sake of its convenience. Especially for how he travels a lot so he has to know about flight schedules and using public transportation or using a gas station if he’s traveling by his scooter. He probably isn’t familiar with what’s hip and popular but he doesn’t need to know all that. Like, personally I pretty much understand that since for many years I Only wear or use devices that are antique or at least non-contemporary in appearance. Because, well idk… it’s what I’ve always done. I’d still do other things for the enjoyment of it but would I ever stop my specific thing of being an oldie? Not likely.

So Goemon could comparatively be a similar situation. He isn’t strict about it and often contradicts himself, I remember one time Jigen said the ‘worthless object’ line at him in a special I think and Goemon wanted him to shut. The idea he’s just an old timey japanese samurai is pretty surface level. Heck the idea he’s Just only japanese is pretty surface level too cuz anyone who’d grew up in Japan would consider themselves culturally japanese. Since he visits and is very familiar with other asian countries, In The Last Job he tells how comes to Thailand all the time and was miffed Lupin didn’t already know that fact about him. Family wise, there’s barely any info besides name. In Fuma Conspiracy there were a looot of people at the wedding and they couldn’t all be from Murasaki’s side. But in a way, not having more info would go along with how there’s barely any info on everyone else, too.

( Hope you don’t mind having me answer these tags too ) I’ve mainly been looking at the choice of fabric, patterns, dyeing techniques, belts, and etiquette for the clothing than fully going into timelines of the changes. Aside for the thing of how (umanori) hakama gotten the pants like form when horse riding for samurai became a thing as ando (skirt like) is the other type. But as I was learning about collars and underwear it reminded me of how funny it is Goemon just, looks like that. Sure it’s a cartoon and there’s the thing of simplification for the sake of art/animation but in most promo art where everyone’s dressed in something fancy he could still be wearing the same every time it’s just noticeable now. In part 3 he does look tidier though, since more details were drawn. He doesn’t wear things the typical way in historical/media portrayals of a samurai. His wear is more like for martial arts training if anything since that’s almost all he ever does, or he’s just simply semi-formal. In a way it kinda does lean again on how he isn’t strict about sticking to being totally traditional he’s just doing what’s convenient as all he wants to do is hold sword, be tranquil, and get money cuz he still has to make a living. To Goemon his choices gotta apply to his interest of samurai even if it doesn’t make sense. Like when he was repeating movie lines from a samurai movie he watched. Watching soccer just cuz one player was nicknamed samurai. Like oh yeah, it’s definitely his big interest.

And my deets for Jigen clothes is he does appear to know his stuff when it comes to suits and companies to get them. High end stuff. One time Lupin asked how he’s not hot when in a jungle Jigen replies it’s cuz of the material. Which I agree, material is everything, natural all the way if wanting to be cool. Maybe Lupin gets his suits at halloween stores at The Joker section for his clothes. I’m sure Jigen gets high end hats too as beaver felt is considered the best even after centuries. It’s durable, water resistant, and so soft. You haven’t felt hats ‘til you get fur felt.

#sorry it took me so long to answer ive been chewing on the paragraphs for so long #I never get new things. i only get em at flea markets or second hand so idk how a new fur felt hat would feel #as for my home wear its a bit o cambodian style ✌🏽 #dragon talk #ask #loopytalk

[emotionallyrin]

i feel like im in a hole

its almost the end of this college year, my second year too. i feel trapped though. i have two assignments i have to do in the next 24 hours and all i can feel for motivation is that i dont wanna be homeless lol. bare minimum motivation i guess and even then my depression is overwriting all motivation i gain.

anything about wanting to get a good education to get a job and be independent is all just gone when i feel so much despair that i just feel like im drowning constantly. im having dreams about drowning, very infrequent but they happen. usually its a lake, not a very deep one but enough that water would be up to your shoulders. i'm too weak to do anything but fall head first in and just dive, my body is tired and cold unable to help myself. sometimes my dad is there and he pulls me out , it doesn't feel like he's doing it to save me though - more like to keep me trapped in this family.

my family is a mess. i'll infrequently talk about it but just for this post all you need to know is they hate me and everything i stand for. i've heard it from their mouth, this isn't an insecurity.

my depression recently has been consuming me, like a bottomless pit. all i can think about is how i need to do this or that, obligations normal people could do with a push of grunting after all. for me, i just cant build any energy to move. my arms feel weaker by the day, my legs grow numb, my ribs feel like they're collapsing in, and my brain hates it. it's starting to feel like an excuse, i cant do the things i need to because im too depressed to move. i know i need help but my family doesnt accept i do, mental health isnt real to them, so i just wait and suffer.

i've been depressed most of my life to some extent but this is the worst its ever been due to various reasons, things i need to move forward from and get over but all i think about is how i wanna just die in my bed and sleep. its why i feel like im in a hole. im trying to do an essay right now, been trying for a few hours i guess but every time i start writing i feel dead. no motivation just feelings of wanting to cry. it's already overdue so i cant ask for an extension anymore, no help either because if my teachers knew my situation my parents would find out and every time i ask for help they just make something up so i cant get help. i dont know what to do anymore. i cant do this but i need to. i have to or else i cant break free from the prison they created for me.

this isnt a cry for help, just a vent for myself. if you want to give advice or speak about it then go ahead but seriously as much as im not ok just take this "im ok" and dont worry as much as you want to.

... also im sick for like the 4th time this year lol

#vent #college #depressing shit #tw depressing thoughts

[zeffevnon]

but to be loved

i've been thinking about writing down what i want... from life, i guess. and i'm unexpectedly conflicted about it. it's kind of a frightening thing. maybe that's because i don't want to admit what i want. maybe that's because, for some reason or another, i don't want to let go of what i don't want. after all, it seems that is what has been driving me for... as long as i can remember, i guess. i don't know the last time i felt like i had an enduring sense of purpose that properly drove me. i remember times when i followed a distant light (namely the sense of righteous purpose i felt when i took the gospel seriously), but i don't trust my own honesty with myself in those times. looking back, i see a boy who--more than anything--feared falling short of the expectations of others. and not only do i doubt the conviction of my former faith, but i am also aware of its fleeting nature. i clung to god most when i was frightened. the fear of the abyss within me drove me from behind. seldom did i feel like i was pulled forward by divine promise.

and this tells of a larger theme in my life. one that prevails now even when i've left god behind. i am not pulled forward by anything; i am pushed reluctantly forward (to whatever degree i move forward at all) by fear of what might happen if i stay where i am. i don't believe in the reliability of standing still. things fall apart. when have i ever reliably been pulled toward something that was meaningful to me? again, my desires are fleeting--barely desires at all. they are perhaps more accurately described as whims. i admit now, still reluctantly, that this may simply be the way my brain is wired: to float from one desire to the next, forgetting in one moment what captivated me in the last. but this admission does nothing to ease the burden of the fact that i've never wanted anything...

but in saying so i fail to be honest with myself. i've never wanted anything, but to be loved. the singular thread through the ebb and flow of my motivations has been a silent desperation to be fully understood, and cherished as i am. i have always known my imperfection. it's haunted me at times, consumed me at times. it has never eluded me. i want to be accepted anyway. and not just accepted, but chosen. too many people--people who i loved, people who were supposed to love me--have come and gone. i have been left behind by parents, grandparents, friends, and lovers. love in my life is like the moon, rising and falling in a multitude of shapes and sizes and colors. yes, the moon always returns eventually. but it never just... stays. on some long, cold, dark nights, it never shines at all. the one thing i want is something i know i can't depend on. i accept now, all too casually i fear, that people are but moments in my life. but i don't want it to be that way. i want someone to come and lie with me in the opaque darkness as the nights pass one moon at a time. just one person. just one person to hold and know without reservation that i can trust to stay.

again i must admit of some dishonesty. i have a loving mother. i have a family who loves me, torn and scattered as that family is. and i am more grateful for them than anything else in my life. but a mother and brothers and sisters are no substitute for a companion. i confide in no one. i cleave to no one. i hold no one, and am held by no one. i carry on clinging to the fading hope of something i don't know i can believe in. how long can that last?

i do believe in looking into the abyss. i do believe in fighting the demons i find within. but what a sad way to live: to be motivated only by the disgust i have for myself! i don't like that at all, and i don't want to live like that. yet every day i find myself wading laboriously, slowly, poorly, in the fear of my own weakness. i do not feel strong. i do not feel as though i'm fighting nobly against some evil. if i did, maybe i could find some gratification or meaning in the struggle. i am treading, tired, head barely above the water. i have gotten better at it these last few years, forced to face being alone. even before i was single, i felt alone. my previous love never really gave me what i needed. i always felt i had to hide some part of myself, and if i ever bared myself fully, she too would leave. eventually, she did. as did the love before her. as did the love before her. i give myself to somebody and inevitably they turn their back on me.

how can i live a life motivated by such feelings? how long can i live like this? i don't want to end my life, not anymore anyway. but its sad, existing this way.

so a part of me says, 'run toward the potential of the future! spread your wings and chase the sun across the sky!' but the days are short now, and the sun sets as surely as the moon. i have had dreams. i have dreamt of being a doctor, a lawyer, a writer, a professor, and much more. but these dreams pass faster than the moments of love. i can't say i have ever been truly drawn to any career, and in fact i have always had some degree of disdain for the idea that i ought to be motivated by a career. its a bit vulgar, i think, to be driven by the thought of achievement; to fellate oneself at the prospect of one's own greatness. i don't need to be great. i need to feel fucking safe. i need to feel like everything i have worked or fought or suffered for or held dear won't one day slip through my fingers. maybe that's an unrealistic need. maybe it's just as delusional to believe i can hold on to anything as it is to believe in my ability to become 'great'. maybe i should listen to myself when i assert that 'things fall apart', and realize that to expect anything different is absurd. but existence itself is absurd, and i need what i need.

#love lonely

[scribblemetae]

The art of self-restraint.

Synopsis: Jimin had always been your good little boy, doing anything he can to please you, but when he walks in on you and your boyfriend together and notices the dominance he has over something inside of him is begging to switch things up.

Pairing : Jungkook x Reader x Jimin x Taehyung

Word count : 13k

Warnings : The boys mainly focus on the reader but they also do have slight sexual feelings for each other as well, dom!Tae, dom!Jk, Switch!Jimin (Mainly sub), Mommy kink, Daddy kink, Spit, breeding kink, Spanking, unprotected sex, creampies, fingering, Oral (f), oral (m), Reader gets slightly manhandled, fluff if you squint, smut, 4some, teasing, masturbation.

AN: So I was gonna edit this more but I got to excited and just wanted to share cos I have a few more ideas I wanna work on.. Banner by @outromoni​

I hope you like it, make sure to let me know it you enjoy it.

“Fuck yes, please don’t stop.” 

Your words were spinning in his head, his thoughts consumed with your desperate begging and sweet, sweet cries for release. All he could think about was being the one who pulled those sounds from you. It's not like you didn’t moan when he fucked you, but you never moaned like that, you had never allowed yourself to be that submissive with Jimin. 

It was last night that he accidentally walked in on you and Taehyung being intimate with one another. He and Jungkook had gone out for the night to meet some friends leaving the two of you at home. He should have expected the both of you to have taken the bed but for some reason he was so tired he expected to just be able to curl up on the mattress you all shared, Jungkook included, and get some sleep. He even walked in the door with his eyes closed he was that ready for his sleep. It was only when he heard his name come from your lips that he opened them once again. “Jimin, fuck baby, you’re finally home.” Your voice was so breathless as the stuttering words left your lips that he groaned on instinct. As his eyes opened he was greeted with a beautiful sight. You were completely bare, on your hands and knees while Taehyung was behind you making you scream. He immediately woke up. Taehyung was fucking into you so hard that you were crying out for him, your body doing its best to stay up as you stared at Jimin, breasts bouncing to the rhythm of Taehyung’s thrusts. Jimin watched Taehyung pulled your body up and pinned your back to his chest as he started playing with your tits. 

It was a few moments before anybody said anything else, other than your cries of “Daddy, yes, oh my, God, yes.” Jimin's feet were stuck to the floor as he was lost for words, listening to the blissful sounds of you begging Taehyung for your release. He manhandled your body, pinching your nipples and biting the junction of your neck, teasing you. It was only when Taehyung raised his head that he paid any attention to his boyfriend standing there. Jimin's eyes not leaving the both of you as Taehyung pulled your body even tighter to his chest. His hands started pushing through your hair, pulling your head back onto his shoulders as his spare one grabbed your hip and pulled it back so his thrusts were even harder and deeper, eliciting a constant babbling sound from you as your brain leaves your head and all you can focus on is the cock drilling up into you. “You good there Jimin? Enjoying watching your mommy getting fucked like this?” Taehyung would have been laughing if it wasn't for the tight cunt that was currently wrapped around his cock.

It was no secret that Jimin was the submissive one in the odd little relationship that that four of you had formed In fact Jimin was more than proud to admit that he loved being the only man who got to call you his mommy when you sat on top of him and rode his dick, making him cry out to the rest of the world. He knew that when you were with Taehyung and Jungkook you played the more submissive role, the one that he would play for you, he’d even seen it once or twice when all four of you would have sex but this, this was completely different. He’d never seen you truly lose yourself like this before, babbling and drooling down yourself as you let Taehyung have his way with you. Taehyungs hands weren’t restricted like Jimin's would usually be, he didn't have to say please or ask permission if he wanted to manhandle you and he had you in a position that Jimin had to beg for weeks to get you into. Oh, what he would do just to swap places with Taehyung for one night.

“You okay man?” Jimin shook his head leaving his daydream, watching as Jungkook walked around the kitchen with a bowl of cereal in his hands. He sat in front of him, asking the question one more time. “Seriously Jimin you okay? You look zoned out "Jimin just smiled up at him and nodded his head, lifting his coffee to his mouth as Jungkook observed him a little longer cocking his pierced brow up as he clearly didn't believe Jimin's words. 

"I'm fine, just a little tired is all-" It's not that Jimin was ashamed of how he felt, but he was pretty bad at explaining himself. You're all open about sex, when there's four of you, you have to be but this was such a new feeling and he didn't know exactly how to explain it, so he didn't. Instead he changed the subject to something else entirely. "You didn't come to bed last night"

"Oh. I stayed in the guestroom, I didn't wanna wake any of you up since you all looked so? Fucked out-" a laugh left Jungkook as he explained his absence from the bed last night. "-I'm guessing that's why you're so tired?" Jungkook wiggled his eyebrows with a stupid look on his face, giggling again. He was in a good mood today that was for sure. 

"Actually, it was only Tae and Y/N that had sex, they were halfway through when I got home." Jimin tried to keep his response light and airy but somehow they had circled back round to the very same topic that he had just tried to ignore. He wasn't going to lie and say that they just all had a normal night and went back to bed, as soon as Taehyung and you woke up he'd be caught in that one so instead he just swallowed back his feelings and continued on.

Sadly for Jimin, Jungkook could see right through him, sensing something wasn't quite right. "And you didn't join in? Did they not invite you?" Jimin could see Jungkook ditch his playful mood ever so quickly in order to comfort him. Usually when you walked in on each other the third or fourth person would just join the fun in some way or another, so Jimin's words slightly worried him.

"No, no, it's not that it's just-" okay time to come clean about what's niggling in the back of his mind "-Is Y/N always that-" but how does he word it? "-submissive.. for you both?" That'll do. Jungkook could tell Jimin was feeling a little self-conscious about this subject, his eyes not leaving the counter top as the apples of his cheeks started to flush slightly.

"I mean, I didn't exactly see what they were up to but if it's the Y/N I know then yeah-" the smirk on Jungkook's lips wasn't to be missed as he cast his memory back to you but he was quick to notice his answer didn't seem to comfort Jimin in anyway. In fact he seemed even more in his head than before. 

"What's wrong Jimin? Were they doing something strange?" Jungkook was really starting to feel thrown on this one. The last thing he would expect was for Jimin to be feeling jealous since he never expressed a desire to be dominant so his mind was wandering to the worst places imaginable. 

Lucky for him, Jimin was quick to ease his mind slightly when he admitted his issue, finally. "Nothing strange it's just, I've never seen her act like that. I couldn't stop watching. She looked so hot." 

Jungkook let out a long 'oh' sound as he clicked on to what Jimin's issue actually was "Now it makes sense," he just chuckles lightly to himself as he continues to eat his cereal but now that Jimin started he can't seem to stop. "I've never ever seen her like that before.'' Jungkook is more than surprised about Jimin's admission but he can't help being curious. The four of you have been together for 2 years, and not once has Jimin expressed this kind of desire before. "Of course you haven't, whenever we're all together she puts on that little dominant personality of hers that's so fun to break-" Jimin stared with annoyance on his face when he said that, it wasn't helping his situation  "-what I mean is when you're around she always gets slightly dominant because you're a sub, you're her sub, it's not unusual."

"Do you ever think that maybe for like, one night she might be my sub?" The words felt foreign coming from Jimin's mouth. He couldn't look Jungkook in the eyes while he said it.

"What? You don't want her to be your Mommy anymore? She'll be crushed, Jimin." Jungkook was wide eyed and full on acting as he put his hand to his chest in shock light, heartedly mocking Jimin. 

"No, I mean yes, I mean… what I mean is I still want her to call her Mommy, I love it when we're like that...'' finally a genuine smile starts to pull from the side of his lips. "I just want her to be that desperate for me. So needy that she's screaming and drooling like she was last night." He seemed to be feeling a lot more confident as he looked up to Jungkook as if he held all the answers, as if he could just magic up a solution.

It turns out Jungkook did have a few answers. "Okay first of all-- hot --  not gonna lie-" both men started laughing as tension that was in the room a few minutes ago started to subside. "-Second of all… just do it, take control next time you have sex. If we're all together, join in with me and Tae, you've seen what we're like." It was a simple and easy solution that Jungkook had thought of but Jimin still had hesitations. "But I'm not like you both, I still wanna be her sub, I just wanna be her sub that takes control-" Jimin started questioning himself as he said it "-That doesn't make sense does it," his head slowly descended as he planted it on the marble of the kitchen island with a huff and Jungkook reaches over and ruffles his hair smiling. "Of course it makes sense Jimin, it's called being a brat." Jimin looks up to Jungkook questioningly once again "You can still be her baby boy whilst losing control and wanting to fuck the life out of her until she screams. You can call her Mommy till your life's content as tears stream down her eyes."

Jimin was silent while he pictured the scene in front of him. The word 'Mommy' rolling off his tongue as you laid in the bed begging for him. "The idea of it makes your cock hard doesn't it?" Jungkook was clearly teasing him at this point as he twitched his eyebrow winking at him followed by another small giggle from him. All Jimin could do was groan a giggly ‘Shut up’ as Jungkook continued to tease him, only stopping when they both heard footsteps coming into the kitchen.

“What's everybody laughing at?” You loved nothing more than waking up to your boyfriends when they were feeling all giggly. The look on their still half-asleep faces doing everything to start you off to a good day. Jimin and Jungkook were both laughing together, sitting across from each other on the kitchen island as Taehyung walked you into the room. “Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about princess.” It wasn't long before Jungkook was leaving his seat, walking over to you and pulling you into a tight hug. He gave your neck an innocent kiss as he took a deep sigh of content. He always did this when he slept in the guest room. In fact all three of them did, each of them missing you so much when they were away for even a night. 

You noticed Jimin staring at his coffee and you quickly started to think there was something wrong with him. You could hear his soft laughs when you walked in the room but now he was sitting there stoic as if there was something wrong. You walked over to him as Jungkook and Taehyung started talking about something you weren’t really paying attention to. “You okay Mini? You didn't stay in bed this morning.” Usually he was a cuddler and now that you were starting to put all the pieces together you worried that maybe you’d done something wrong to upset him. He was never good about expressing his emotions so you didn’t wanna push him too hard. He looked up and nodded at you, plastering a smile to his face, making you feel better already. You loved his soft smile and the way his entire face squished together when he did it, he was so cute. 

You reached your hands out to feel the soft skin of his cheeks in your palms and you were hit with the sudden urge to kiss his soft pillowy lips. It had been a few days since you and Jimin had been intimate with each other, even last night he chose not to join in with the fun, opting to stand and watch instead. You missed your baby boy and you wanted to let him know. You perched yourself on his knees, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned in so you could whisper in his ear making sure Taehyung and Jungkook couldn't hear. “How about Mini and Mommy have some fun tonight, baby?” 

Unbeknownst to you, Jungkook and Taehyung's conversation had died down slightly and Kook's attention had slightly wavered to the two of you. He wasn't purposely eavesdropping or anything but he could tell when you were trying to act sensual with him and he wanted to know how Jimin was going to act. He would never admit it, but Jungkook and Taehyung looked out for Jimin more than anybody else.  Jimin was the last of the four of you to join the relationship, finding it slightly harder to fit in due to fears of inadequacy. He never had anything to worry about from the three of your stand points but that never stopped the little demon in his head niggling at him. It came to a point where you had to have a conversation about it, if this kind of relationship was healthy for him to be in. The last thing you wanted was for your lifestyle to have a negative effect on him. But he took the conversation well and you all took steps to make things a little bit easier, showing him a bit more love. Taehyung and Jungkook even paying more attention to him, to show him he truly belongs. He's gotten so much better and the relationship is now as healthy as ever but both Taehyung and Jungkook couldn’t help but keep an eye on him at all times, and this was one of those times.

Jimin’s face went beat red when you whispered in his ear and you loved that you had that effect on him. You'd never been the more dominant position in a sexual relationship before.  Jimin always has preferred the more submissive nature of things but the first time Jimin called you Mommy while his face was buried between your legs, you felt yourself become wetter for him. There was something about the passing of power from him to you that made you feel in control, it made you feel like you held all the answers. Jimin gave you the power to baby him and make him yours and you basked in that power. He showed you the ropes, having much more experience than you to a point where you started to add your own spin to how the two of you would play and you would never give up your baby for anything.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body and you were revelling in it. Last night you gave up all your control to Taehyung and now you want to take it back with Jimin, pleasuring him and dominating him until he begs for you just the way you like it. Judging by Jimin's reaction he wants that as well. His hands start to float up your sides, Palms hovering over your body, instinctively waiting for permission while nodding his head a whimpering out "Please, Mommy." He slowly ghosted his lips over yours, again waiting for the signal from you that it was okay for him to kiss you. You were quick to accept his lips as you closed the distance connecting your lips and enjoying the feeling of his against yours. 

"Didn't get enough last night did you, baby?" Taehyung's voice rang between the two of you and you couldn't help but break the kiss to let out a little giggle, much to Jimin's frustration. "Princess, could you go grab my training gloves? I must have left them in the bedroom." You groaned at Jungkook's request but ultimately you left the three boys alone as you ran upstairs to grab them for him.

Jungkook waited till the coast was clear, seemingly leaving Taehyung a little bit confused as he stood there noticing something was going on. "Brats don't beg like that, Jimin,. Before Jimin was able to explain himself Taehyung quickly jumped in. "Wait what's happening?" It was Taehyung's turn to raise an eyebrow at the new found information in front of him, making Jimin groan in frustration, knowing he was going to have to explain himself again. Taehyung couldn't help but laugh and feel a sense of pride knowing it was watching him that made Jimin feel that way. Proud that he was able to not only break you, but Jimin as well in the process.

The rest of the day went out without another mention of it. Jungkook and Taehyung didn't want to talk too much about it and make Jimin feel uncomfortable and Jimin wanted time to think and mull it over. He was in his head slightly, wondering how he was going to approach the subject with you. Should he just out right? Should he start dominating you when you're beginning to get intimate? Should he ease you into it bit by bit so you could get used to it? There were loads of different ways he could go about it so he settled with doing nothing. Even that night when you'd teased him with the idea of being together and having fun. He had too much on his mind, settling on cuddling together in bed while the others slept on the outside.

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You hated days when you had to work, especially when you'd spent the night wrapped up with all your partners. You wish you could stay there forever in their arms but with the current circumstances you were in, you didn't have a choice. Taehyung was currently between jobs, Jimin hadn't had any acting jobs come in and Jungkook couldn't support all four of you one his wage alone so you did what you had to do. They promised you that one day they'd have enough money to support you so you didn't have to work another day in your life and no matter how far-fetched it was, the intent behind the promise always made you smile.

You got up, got yourself ready and left the house without waking any of them, an impressive task that you've come to master. Usually Taehyung would wake up and drive you in now that he isn't working but today you just didn't have it in you to intentionally wake him up from his nap while he was cuddled up against Jimin. You could drive yourself this time.

You worked a regular office job, nothing too fancy but enough to keep you safe and secure. You'd worked here for a year and a half now managing to make friends and know the job like the back of your hand. It was easy. Even when you had piles of work to do like you do today. Your friend Namjoon came over slamming a bunch of papers down on your desk with an apologizing look on his face. "Hoseok wants these typed up and organized. He said you were welcome to talk somebody into helping you if it was too much." You quickly scooched them over to your laptop and smiled up at him’ "I'm sure I'll manage Joonie, but you're welcome to help if you don't have a heavy workload." Namjoon could never say no to helping anybody, it was just in his nature, besides he owed you from last week when you stayed behind an extra hour while he was waiting for a call out for a fault in the security alarm. He said yes without hesitation and the both of you got to work.

It hit one o’clock when you saw your phone light up with a text from Jimin and when you grabbed it you were caught off guard pressing the phone to your chest worrying that somebody behind you might read it.

Mini : I've been thinking about you all morning Mommy, wish you were at home so you could sit in front of me on the floor and suck my cock.

You read it back one more time and placed it on the desk where it sat next to your laptop. Luckily Namjoon hadn't noticed your distraction and simply continued typing in the cubical opposite you. You weren't sure what to reply. Jimin had never initiate sexting with you, ever. Taehyung was notorious for it and even Jungkook did from time to time but never Jimin, he always left it for you to start. He had also never been so straight forward in asking for a thing like this, you'd be lying if you said it didn't send a jolt of electricity straight to your core, but that wasn't how Jimin was, your sweet Mini was always about behaving.

"What the hell Jungkook, give me my phone back," Taehyung was laughing in the background as Jungkook used Jimin's phone to text you, as much as they looked after Jimin they also loved teasing him.

Mommy : Excuse me Mini, what's gotten into you? Where's my good little boy gone?

At first you weren't going to entertain it, far too busy with work to think about it but you couldn't ignore the throbbing in your core, as soon as Jimin says the word Mommy you're putty in his hands. 

"Kookie, what did she say? Throw it here." Taehyung immediately catches the phone as Jimin tries to snatch it out of the air, they weren't going to let him live. "Oh looks like your Mommy's joining in, let's show her just how bad you really wanna be."

You saw your phone flash again and you gave it a second before picking it up, for some reason you felt a small amount of embarrassment for being so eager. It's not the sexting that was the main excitement, although it didn't hurt, it was the fact that it was Jimin doing it.

Mini : I'm still your good boy Mommy, I'm just the good boy that wants to fuck you till you cry for me, begging me to let you cum.

Gobsmacked was the correct phrase, you were conflicted but you couldn’t deny his words made you wet. Jimin didn't talk like this and you miss your baby boy a little bit. Usually he'd be so soft and needy for you, this was different. This sounded more like Taehyung minus the first twelve words. 

“Guys please stop. This is so embarrassing.” Jimin was starting to feel a little stressed and the other two could tell. As he pulled him on the sofa to sit next to him, Taehyung started to explain it to him. “Don’t you want to start doing this? Remember me behind her with my cock so deep inside her pussy she forgot how to think. Fuck she babbles like a baby when you fuck her right Mini.” Jimin wasn't sure what emotion it was he was feeling right now, horny at the thought of it? Jealous that Taehyung and Jungkook got to see that side of her? Or straight up embarrassed that Taehyung was being this open about it all. He apparently went for the latter as his cheeks flushed and he looked down to the floor, now was Jungkook's time to interject. “That's another thing Jimin, you can’t be shy about this kinda thing, as the person who’s taking the lead you’re gonna have to say some nasty shit to her.” Jimin was taking in everything the both of them were saying but every time they gave him advice, he had a rebuttal “but how do I do that? What if I sound stupid?” You hear Taehyung clear his throat before he speaks up again. “What’s the difference between saying ‘Please Mommy, yes let me fuck you’ and ‘Good girl Mommy, now you’re going to let me fuck you?” Weirdly enough that actually made sense to Jimin, other than one obvious thing. “I dunno, one just feels more natural to me I guess.” Jungkook decided to sit on the other side of Jimin, throwing an arm around his shoulders and bringing him in for a supportive half-hug. “And that’s fine too, you’re naturally more submissive, but that doesn't mean you can’t have a little fun and change it up a bit.”

As you sit there contemplating where you want to go with this Namjoon completely knocks you out of your thoughts as he starts asking you questions about the documents you're typing out, clearly bored and in need of conversation. You’re actually glad he did or you'd be stuck thinking of what to say for too long. You were losing your edge over him and you needed to take it back, not sit and ponder over a simple text that if you were in person you'd have him on his knees for, actually, maybe you should remind him of that. You pause Namjoon for two seconds while you type out a quick last reply.

Mommy : I'm not sure what's gotten into you lately Mini, but I think you’ve forgotten that you’re the one who begs and cries just for a taste of Mommy's pussy. Don't forget I know exactly how desperate and needy you really are. One more text like this and you’ll be banned from tasting me for a week and you’ll have to watch as I sit on both our boyfriends’ faces the way you wish I would to you.

You questioned it before you sent it, making sure it didn't sound too harsh. You’d never had to deal with him or anybody like this before, only ever experiencing the good boy side of Jimin. Clearly this is something he wanted or he wouldn't have started this in the first place. Besides, if it got too much, you trust that Jimin would tell you he didn’t enjoy it. With a deep breath and a bit more confidence you press send and put your phone in your pocket, not expecting a reply now that you’d put him in his place. The whole thing was exciting to you and you couldn’t wait to get home and test his bravery out in person. You knew he’d crumble, knew that as soon as you started to take your clothes off he wouldn't be able to think straight and would fall to pieces and that's something you truly couldn't wait for. For now, you had to wait and just hope that the rest of the day went quickly. 

“Looks like she’s putting her foot down Mini, what’re you gonna do about it?” The three of them sat in the middle of the sofa all looking down at the phone that Taehyung had placed back into Jimin's hand after reading the last text that you sent. He looked slightly perplexed and if you were there you’d have noticed the twitch and groan he let out after reading your words, he was only human after all. “I, I don’t know what to say.” Jimin looked to both his left and his right wondering who was going to help him out first, Jungkook finally coming to his rescue. “It's up to you Jimin but if it was me, I’d never let my princess have the last word like that. ” Jimin started typing out a response, not really sure where he was going with it but he had to try and with Taehyung and Jungkook guiding him he knew they wouldn't let him fuck up to a point of no return.

Mini : No, you’ll sit on my face.

“You need to be a bit more assertive than that Jimin, that would work in person, but over text you’ve gotta drag it out a little bit, besides we're trying to make her pussy wet as well, try this.” Taehyung puts his hand out for Jimin to pass it over and adds to the text.

Mini : I don't think so Mommy, you know you can't resist my tongue just as much as I can’t resist your cunt.

“You could even do better than that.” Jungkook grabs the phone out of Taehyung's hand as he adds even more to the text.

Mini : No Mommy, I don't think so. I know you couldn’t go that long without smothering me in your delicious cunt so I’ll just wait until you’re ready to beg for me.

With a nod from all three of them, including Jimin, it was settled that they would send that text. “You know this means you’re actually going to have to wait for her to come to you though? Like, you can’t just go up to her tonight and give her everything she wants?” Taehyung looked questioningly at Jimin wondering if it was something he was going to be able to do. “It's okay Jimin-'' Jungkook was quick to butt in at the notice of trepidation on Jimin's face “-We can help” the smirk on his lips showed he had a plan.

You hadn’t looked at your phone for the rest of the day, Namjoon distracting you by talking about his home life, keeping you updated about his puppy that you have come to love so much. Sometimes he brings her into the office just so you can give her a cuddle. It was an interesting day from catching up with Namjoon to the texts from Jimin, that reminds you to check your phone as soon as you're out of anybody's eye shot. You were sure he wouldn't text back any other day but today, you had a niggling feeling that he might.

You check it on your way to the car park ready to set off home and you let out an audible gasp this time. You can't believe he's found the courage to text you things like this. The more you think about it the more you actually don't believe it, all three of them were off work today and there is no way this had nothing to do with the other boys. Maybe they stole his phone without him knowing? There's no way Jimin would agree to this if he knew, you ponder about it the entire drive home. 

As soon as you got home and walked in the door you were greeted by the sight of all three of them watching TV, talking about the move that's currently playing. All three of them looked up and greeted you softly as you threw your keys on the nearest surface and started to remove your coat. Jimin was as bright as ever, not a hint of nervousness in his face or voice, you were right, there was no way he knew. You decided not to bring it up, knowing that one of your boyfriends would mention it at some point without a doubt so you just sat there, texts swimming around your head as you joined in watching the show with them. Nobody mentioned anything all night.

The next few days went on like normal, except one big difference, nobody was sleeping with you. You’re not the most horny person in the world, but when you have three boyfriends who have extremely high sex drives it’s easy to become accustomed to a lot of sex in your life and in the past five days there had been none. They were playing a game with you. Every time you crawled over to Taehyung or Jungkook they declined your advances completely, well, not completely. Sometimes they would wind you up by giving you a peck on the cheek and a soft stroke of your thighs, enough to get your mind wondering but nothing more. Jimin seemed to be on the same wavelength as well, not once did he hint that he wanted anything more than a nice cuddle on the sofa and a few kisses here and there. 

You didn’t take it personally, you knew that there was some kinda game that they were playing. It wasn't unlike them to do things like this but it was unlike Jimin to join in, but that's where you’re assuming the texts come to play. You weren’t sure exactly what the plan was but you knew their sneaky texts had something to do with them, you also knew that Jimin wouldn’t be able to hold out on you for too much longer. 

The next morning you woke up and things were a little different. Taehyung's arm was wrapped around you, pulling your back against his chest. you could feel his fingertips dancing around your lower stomach, just underneath your belly button and you immediately felt a wave of arousal shooting towards your core. You didn’t realize just how horny you were until this moment. You pushed your ass against him, wiggling slightly letting him know exactly what you wanted, his low chuckle in your ear telling you he was doing this on purpose. You couldn’t help but let out the most gentle moan of ‘Please’ hoping he would hear it. “Shhh, you wouldn’t want to wake them up and stop, would you?” Taehyung moved his hand down and palmed your pussy tightly. You've never regretted wearing underwear so much in your life. You let out another soft moan as you opened your eyes to look in front of you. Laying there were your ethereal looking boyfriends, Jungkook laying on his back and Jimin’s arm was draped over him. Fuck you wanted all of them right now.

“They can join in, I wanna play so bad.” Taehyung's hand started massaging your core and your legs were instantly shaking, you’d never been so easily affected until now. His fingers moved one by one making a wave over your pussy and you just closed your eyes enjoying the feeling, whimpering out as his movements started to get stronger, it wasn’t long until Jungkook and Jimin's eyes were opening, heads both turning to look at you but still in the same position. Jungkook's smirk made you try and reach out of him, wanting to join your hand on Jimin’s that connected to Jungkook’s chest but Taehyung was quick to pull you hand back and started rubbing you harder making you moan out loud. You saw Jungkook whisper in Jimin's ear but you were far too engrossed in your own pleasure to catch what he said.

“Hope you’re ready for tonight Mini, this is just the beginning.”

Taehyung started to rub your hole outside your underwear, teasing it by dipping his finger in as deep as your underwear would allow. You needed more, none of them were saying anything but you were a complete mess. “Mini baby, come play with Mommy, you know you wanna make me feel good.” You could see it, but Taehyung cocked his eyebrow at Jimin, shaking his head so very gently, trying to guilt Jimin away from doing the one thing he wants to right now. Jungkook knew how affected he was by the hardening of Jimin’s cock that he could feel on the side of his leg. He slowly moved his hand down so it was on the side of his hip and squeezed softly also trying to remind him that he couldn’t give in to your begs. These were all things you were completely missing as your eyes were closed, focusing on the pleasure you were finally getting. Taehyung kept playing with your underwear, pulling it up and to the side, teasing his fingers underneath the fabric.

“Why don’t you beg for him baby?” Taehyung had moved his body up so he was slightly looming over you but still able to access your core. He pulled you on your back as he stayed to your side, the only thing you could focus on was how the bed covers were lifted up where his arm reached down your body hidden from the room. You looked to the side and saw how close Jimin was to coming over and giving you what you wanted, he was weak when it came to your pleasure but he shook his head in your direction when he could see you signalling him over. Jungkook noticed straight away and you saw his chest moving up and down as he laughed. “You heard Tae Princess, beg for your baby boy and you might get what you want.”

If you were in your right mind you’d know exactly what was going on now, but as soon as Jungkook started talking, Taehyung slipped his fingers underneath your underwear and pushed his fingers inside you, making your head push back as you instinctively opened your legs more moaning a litany of ‘yes,yes,yes’ as you felt and heard the wetness coming from the covered part of your body and nothing else mattered anymore. Taehyung's fingers were so long you were struggling to breathe, he added another as he moved his head closer to yours, breath fanning over your neck as he started talking. “Looks like you ran out of time, baby.” It wasn't until he removed his fingers from your core and sat up on the bed getting ready to leave that you hopped up and whined. “Tae come back please, I need you so bad.” All he did in reaction was move towards the cupboard and start getting dressed, he teased you with his cock as he changed his underwear and you noticed how hard he was. You didn’t have time to beg, you could slowly feel the orgasm that was looming over you start to disappear and you needed to come so badly. You looked to your side, Jungkook and Jimin still laying there enjoying watching what was happening in front of them. “Please, one of you make me cum.” Jimin was quick to start moving over Jungkook to get to you but he was pulled back quickly as Jungkook made the both of them get out of bed. “You heard Taehyung, you ran out of time.” You were left in your bed utterly frustrated as all the boys got dressed and started to leave the room. Jimin first as Jungkook ushered him out and Taehyung last. He looked towards you before he left and winked. “Oh and, baby, if you even think about getting yourself off now. I'm not touching your pussy for another week.” Before you were even able to complain Taehyung walked through the door and closed it behind himself.

“You holding up okay Jimin?” It was surprising to Jimin how both of the boys laughed and chuckled their way through these situations. He saw how hard Taehyung's cock was so he knew he was affected and yet he was able to seem so calm and in control, he could only envy that kind of self-restraint. He nodded at Taehyung, proud that he managed to keep his cool but wasn’t sure how much longer he’d be able to last without giving into her. All he had thought about the past few nights was you, what he wanted to do to you and what he wanted you to do to him but the three of them had promised not to touch you until it was time to start the plan that Jungkook had come up with. “Oh, can I ask, what did you both mean when you said she ran outta time?” Both of them looked at each other and just shrugged “She ran out of time to beg for you,” Jungkook answered and it made much more sense in Jimin’s head. “Does that mean if she would have begged straight away we could have had sex?” Jimin looked hopeful. “I cut her off before she had the chance to beg, wouldn’t have been fun to just give her it straight away.”

You were left in a state of shock, your pussy felt so empty and the need for any and all three of them didn’t seem to dissipate. You needed them so bad now that you weren’t sure you’d be able to function without one of them fucking you into oblivion. You had no idea why they just left you there and you didn’t know what they meant by you ‘ran out of time’ but you were so desperate you only had one option. 

You storm into the front room, making sure to take all your clothing off before you do so, confronting each of them. They looked surprised as you walked in on them naked, none of them saying a word before you start shouting. “Why won’t any of you fuck me? It's been days and I just need to feel you so bad, please-” You look at Jimin walking towards him pulling his hand so his body is against yours. “-You can touch me baby boy, come on Mini I wanna feel you.” You bit your lip as you look into his eyes but it’s not long before Taehyung is peeling you off him, grabbing your body and walking you back away from him. Jungkook walks over to Jimin draping his arm over him and tugs him towards the front door “Sorry Princess, Jimin’s coming to work with me today, gonna see if we can get him some part-time work while he waits for a job to come through.” 

They left the house faster than you’d ever seen before, you weren’t even convinced that Jimin had managed to put his shoes on yet. You were left naked in Taehyung's arms and you knew he’d be the hardest to break but that didn’t stop you from trying. “Please, Daddy, I’m so fucking needy for you, you made my pussy so wet.” His lips connected to your neck trailing up your ear and you finally though he had given in when he started to nibble on your neck “Fuck, you really are desperate aren’t you baby, wanna feel my cock deep inside of you?” You nodded your head enough to make you dizzy. “Too bad, sweet, you’re gonna have to wait a little bit longer.”

Taehyung moved away from you once more as he started to put his coat on and you saw his intention of leaving. “No, please don’t go. I need you Daddy. Don’t leave me here like this.'' Once he picked his keys up, he walked over to you and gave you a way past due kiss to your lips, it was a passionate one as well, he was all tongue and teeth as he bit your bottom lip and you fell into it straight away only for it to last no longer than a minute. “Be patient, pet. Tonight might be the night,” and again you lost his body heat as he also walked towards the door “I'll be home late tonight, baby, got a couple of job interviews and then I'm seeing a friend who thinks they can help me make a bit of money until I get an offer. I love you,” and with that, the door was closed and you were left on your own.

You spent the entire day frustrated, you’d been on your own for over nine hours and you could still feel Taehyung's fingers inside you., Iit was 9pm and none of them had come home yet so you took things into your own hands, quite literally. You got yourself comfy in your bed as you removed all your clothing and started playing with yourself. You're so wet you even shock yourself but you can’t be blamed, any man, woman or they would kill to be in your position right now, being teased by your three perfect boyfriends, but you needed more. You’d only started to slowly massage your clit when you heard a voice at the door.

“I’m pretty sure Taehyung told you not to touch yourself while we were out.” Your body flinched slightly as you heard his voice but you weren’t going to stop, you were so close to the high you’d been craving all day that nothing could stop you now, your fingers were still pumping in and out of your core as your other hand circled your bundle of nerves. Jungkook made his way over to the bed crawling over you as he pulled your arms away from your body.

The tantrum you threw was no less than childish, body trying to wiggle away as you desperately wanted to touch yourself again. “Jungkook, don’t make me stop please, I just wanna cum.” You don't think you'd ever been this needy, you've never been without sex for this long without at least some foreplay. Jungkook just smiles as he leans his head down to your neck and starts breathing heavily as he smells your perfume and starts kissing your neck, usually this would send shivers down your spine but it was far too similar to what Taehyung did to you this morning and panic quickly started to set in. "Please don't Jungkook, I can't handle being edged again, I just can't," you were sure you sounded pathetic but you didn't care, you couldn't take it anymore. "Princess, what do you need?"

"Notice how he's asking her, making her talk, making her beg." Taehyung and Jimin were watching from the door. They got home at the same time as Jungkook, initially they were all going to join in but when Taehyung sensed Jimin's hesitation he came up with an idea, the both of them were going to stay out of the way, watch what Jungkook was doing so that Jimin could learn a little more about self-control. "How is he not just touching her, I don't think I could hold back." Taehyung smiled at him, understanding exactly where he was coming from. He knew first hand how hard it was to see you dressed up, playing with yourself and not just fuck you into oblivion. "It's not easy Jimin, but trust me it's worth it when she explodes on your cock and screams out for you."

"I just need to come, Kookie, I don't care how I just miss being touched so much." You gave him the sweetest smile you could while trying to pull your hands out of his grasp. Jungkook's hand started to gently stroke down your arm making your body shiver with the touch. "I love it when you beg like that Princess-" as his hand kept traveling down your body you felt him play with the end your shirt, pulling it up as he started to expose your skin, it wasn't long until he'd released his other hand placing both of them on your ribs as he started to kiss down your stomach "Want me to taste you? Want me to flick your perfect little clit with my tongue?" You were holding your breath, unable to say a word as you watched his head slowly kiss down to your centre. All you could see was his hair and how his fringe followed his movements tickling your skin. You just nod your head so excited to feel his mouth in you. "I can't hear you, princess." You're quick to reply to him breathlessly whimpering out, "Yes, please, yes." You could feel his kisses getting sloppier as he removed his mouth just as he got to your core. He brought his hands up parting the lips of your pussy, "fuck, I missed this baby." You weren't even giving him a second, every time he said something that made your pussy gushed, you answered with a whine and a moan that almost sounded like yes. "Want me to lick it princess?" 'Yes'.” "Want me to taste you?" 'Yes'. "God, you really fucking want me don't you?" partnered with your loudest yes yet your hands moved to his hair pushing him forward feeling like you were going to scream if you didn't get anything right now.

As soon as his tongue met your core you absolutely screamed for him, the wet muscle moving from your entrance to your clit as he sucked the bud into your mouth, making you shake only to remove himself completely, ending up on his knees in front of you. You shoot up and try to pull him back. "No, not again, fuck please nooo," as you tried to wrestle against him. He tussles with your arms, throwing them out of the way so he could grab your jaw and pull you forward looking into your eyes. "Colour?" Your response was instant but quiet, "Green." He smirked as he pulled you forward as he whispered in your ear, "you love this don't you?" You nod your head as well as you can with his grasp still on your jaw. "Are you ready to beg for all of us then?" You knit your eyes in confusion as he throws you back on the bed. "She's ready for us."

Your confusion lasted all of two seconds before you saw Taehyung and Jimin walking through the door. Taehyung had a beaming smile with his arm draped around Jimin's shoulders who looked a mix of nervous and excited. "What-" Jungkook removed himself from the bed lining himself up with the three of them shoving, Jimin forwards slightly so he stood at the end of the bed watching you. For a second you felt like it was just you and him. He was staring at you like he always did when he needed you except this time he was silent. Usually he was so vocal and you missed it. You propped yourself up on your knees and shimmied towards him, reaching out for the collar of his shirt as soon as it was in your reach. "Mini, I missed you," you did miss him, out off all 3 of them you had gone the longest without having sex with him. He closed his eyes as he accepted the kisses you were now dancing on his cheeks and against his neck as you started to travel downwards. "I miss you too, Mommy" it turned you on so much you nearly growled in his ear, the power he filled you with just with a word. God, you needed him right now. "Be a good boy Mini, make me feel good."

Before you or Jimin could even comprehend what was happening Taehyung's arms were wrapped around your waist and you were pulled back on the bed, still on your knees but now with Taehyung's chest pressed against your back. "Things are gonna be a little different tonight baby. Little Mini over here doesn't fancy being your good boy anymore, do you Jimin?" Looking at Jimin you could see he was conflicted but he was quick to answer after Jungkook whispered something in his ear.

"It's worth it when she's begging, remember, Jimin."

He nods his head and manages to muster up a slight smirk, proud that he had got this far without falling to his knees for you.

You looked at Jimin questioningly, wondering if this is something he actually wanted or if it was a game his younger friends talked him into but the confident smirk told you he was comfortable. You're not sure if you want to allow it, if you wanna fight back and have Jimin begging for you like he always does or if you wanna see what he has in store for you. One thing you do know is you plan on teasing the life out of him. For days there edged and wound you up for this, you're not gonna make it easy. "So what, does Jimin wanna be my Daddy now?"

You felt the harsh slap on your bare ass cheek as Taehyung grasped it pulling it back against his dick that was hard over the show that was going on. You yelp out as it ends in a moan and Taehyung's hand comes up to grasp your neck and pull your head back. "Don't be silly baby, you know you only have one Daddy." Taehyung slapped your ass once more as he used his grip on your neck to face you back towards Jimin. "No baby, today Jimin’s gonna be a bad boy and take exactly what he wants. He's gonna make the demands, isn't that right?" Jimin was quick to nod his head as you could hear Taehyung's breathing in your ear, he went primal in situations like this, loved controlling everybody in the room. "Go on then Jimin, she's waiting to become your little fuck doll." The name sent fireworks to your core as you’re sure you got wetter on the spot. The idea of your sweet Jimin taking your body and dragging it around made your eyes roll to the back of your head.

"Come on Jimin, time to get vocal, you got this."

As Jungkook nudged Jimin his voice became audible. "I want you to-" the stutters and quick changes in volume made him hard to hear at first "-to suck my cock, please." Jungkook shakes his head and walks behind Jimin whispering in his ear "try again Jimin, and this time don't you dare beg."

Your mouth waters at the idea of sucking his cock, but Taehyung wouldn't let you move even if you were going to. His grip was tight. It was almost as if he was waiting for something else. "Suck my cock," Jimin blurted out and you were to horny to function at this point all you could do was look at the mischievous look on Jungkook’s face the proud smile that adorned it, paired with the heated look in Jimin's eyes, you were a goner.

"Jimin told you to do something princess, don't you think you should do as you're told?'' Jungkook moved forward while moving Jimin in the process only to reach around his body and grab your shoulders pulling you forward so your face was level with Jimin's cock. Your hips were still in Taehyung's grasp as he spanked your ass once more, "be a good girl, baby." 

They aren't giving you time to act or do anything, pulling and spanking you so your head spins. You're now using your arms to keep you up. Jungkook’s hand is still on your shoulder as you look up to Jimin one last time. "I said suck it." Oh his words were harsh but his voice was soft and you couldn't deny that a second longer. Jimin could never truly be dominant but he could make you do whatever he wanted. You nodded at him, surrendering any power over to him as you batted your eyelashes and the groan he let out made you push your hips back and grind against Taehyung's centre. "Go on princess, undress your little brat and give him what he wants."

You were quick with your actions, starting at his belt, pulling him around, head filled with the metal being undone automatically sending pulses to your pussy. Next was the button on his jeans, and then the zipper. Jimin just watched as you pulled his pants down feeling a power and arousal he'd never felt before. For him it wasn't the idea of control he loved, but the feeling that you need him, need him enough to rush and beg and concede.

"Oh, fuck Mommy, yes." Jimin’s head flew back as you took no time to deep throat him. No little licks or teases, you wanted him, wanted him to have exactly what he wanted so all you did was spit on his cock and swallow it down as much as you could. You barely noticed that Taehyung and Jungkook had removed themselves from the bed and sat across the room on the sofa behind Jimin. If your eyes were open, you would have seen the intent stare they both had watching as your mouth slid around Jimin's cock, but they weren't. You were so focused on the heaving feeling of his member on your tongue you didn't care about anything else. It's not often you sucked Jimin off, usually leaving it for special occasions as he was more into the idea of pleasing you but this pleased you more than you could explain. The noises coming out of him were beautiful, always the most vocal out of the three whenever you pleasured him. 

His touch was hesitant at first, probably because it's usually a rule that he can't touch you until given permission, but you were well aware that your rules didn't matter tonight. His hands softly grazed over your arms and ended behind your neck, both of them placed there so his thumbs could softly rub just behind your ears. "Go on Jimin, do you want more?" Taehyung's voice rung in your head and that's when you noticed he was no longer behind you. "Yes fuck, I want more, wanna fuck her mouth so bad." He was so whiny that you moaned onto his cock making his legs shake, losing slight control. "Well then do it." Of course Jungkook said that, his favourite activity was fucking your face untill the sun came up, always making sure you left with a raspy voice when you went to work.

Jimin looked down to you obviously asking for permission, you had ground rules when it came to these things with Jungkook and Taehyung, but with Jimin this never came up, because he'd never done it before. So when you quickly nodded, cock still in his mouth he slowly started to move his hips forward, testing it out making sure not to hurt you. You scooched forward more getting on your knees so your palms were on his hips feeling his thighs tense as he fucked forward and that's when the drool started pooling from your mouth. "Oh my fucking god, Mommy, you look so sexy like this, shit." His pace got quicker and you did nothing but relax your mouth and let him have his way with you. You couldn't help but whine when you felt the head of his cock hit the back of your throat, sometimes gagging a little causing more of your spit to slip down your chin. Jimin's eyes to shut tightly lost in the feeling, noises getting louder and higher pitched as he gets close to reaching his peak. Before you know it Jungkook's arm is around your chest pulling you off him with a pop as he starts kissing down your neck leaving you in the same position you were in earlier with Tae. This time Tae was behind Jimin whispering in his ear.

"Don't blow your load just yet Mini, we’re just getting started."

Jungkook got both of you comfortable at the top of the bed, sitting you between his legs as he opened yours, hooking each of your legs over his. His hand started to creep down your body as you relished in the feeling of the gentle tips of his fingers ghosting over your body. It wasn’t long before he reached your centre and started to play with you a little bit, your head fell back onto his shoulder immediately. Taehyung slowly started to crawl up the bed so he could steal one of the legs that Jungkook had hooked over his, Jimin slowly joined on the other side of him as Taehyung encouraged him forward. As Jimin hesitantly stole your other leg over his shoulder you started to feel more exposed than ever, you had two men between your legs as Jungkook continued to play with your bud, the both of them watched Jungkook's ministrations and saw how your pussy clenched at the feeling. Your moans were loud as your body started twitching, legs starting to unintentionally pull both men closer. 

“Put your fingers in Kook.” You were surprised that this demand came from Jimin, you could tell he was starting to find his confidence as his voice was a bit stronger this time. Jungkook didn’t even take a second to dive two of his fingers straight inside you, slowly but completely, filling you up making you scream out his name. His fingers were slow in their ministrations but each time he made sure his fingers disappeared to the knuckle making stronger twitches in your legs and you back arch far. You could feel each pump of his fingers down your spine and in the pit of your stomach and only when Taehyung's fingers made a ‘V’ shape and started massaging Jungkook's fingers, over your lips did your moans become shameless. Both of them stimulate you in a way you've never felt before, usually just fucking you until you can’t breath but this was different and you could feel your orgasm approaching faster than ever. Jungkook’s movements got quicker and you could hear the squelching sounds of your pussy, the wetness no doubt dripping out of your core onto the bed, soaking Jungkook's fingers. “I’m gonna cum, fuck, I’m gonna, ‘m gonna.” You couldn’t finish your sentence as you felt a tongue prodding at your hole. Jimin had lowered his head so that he could lick all around both men's’ hands, prodding at the bottom of your core where you were leaking out, slurping up all your cum making you scream. You ride out your orgasm, the exploding feeling as your pussy starts to pulse and your body begins to shake, only for Jimin to pull away the other boys, burying his face deep into your core and lap at you, taking all he could to himself. You could hear almost growling sounds as he grabbed around your legs pulling your hips closer to your face, pulling your body further down Jungkook’s chest. Your orgasm had subsided but Jimin still wasn’t giving up, every time his tongue met your clit your entire body jolted as you tried to beg him to stop. You weren’t sure if you wanted him too, but your pussy sure did, the overstimulation leading you to grasping his hair and pulling his body up. “Fuck, baby that felt so fucking good.” Your voice was breathless, only showing the slightest hint of sanity. 

Your body was still pinned to Jungkook’s back as he started stroking your arms. Jimin's face was covered in you, Taehyung had moved his head from between your legs but had his hands behind your thigh pinning your leg up for when Jimin was having his fill, making it as easy as possible for him. “Don’t wanna stop Mommy, you taste so good, please” There he was, this was your good boy who begged for you, you knew he couldn’t go away for two long, but before you could basque in the moment. You felt a stinging feeling in your pussy as Taehyung's hand came down to slap over it, making your entire body almost hiccup into Jungkook. “I think you need to get fucked baby, what do you think?” You immediately nodded, you had just come and were slightly over simulated but they and you both knew your body well enough to know that you could give a lot more than that. Jungkook’s hands came around your body and started pinching at your nipples as you groaned out. “I can’t hear you baby.” You were quick to answer him “Yes, I need to get fucked Daddy.” His tongue dipped into his cheek and you could see the prideful action from here, but he just shook his head and eyed Jimin for a second. “It's not me you need to tell baby.” You looked Jimin's body up and down, only now realizing that his pants had been completely discarded as well as his shirt, leaving him only in his tight boxers that showed every muscle in his thighs and every inch of his cock. 

"Come on, baby" Taehyung and Jungkook both  remove themselves from their current position, Jungkook moving off the bed completely as Taehyung positions himself back behind Jimin, moving his palms down to the band of Jimin’s boxers and kissing his neck. "He's so hard, don't you wanna feel him?" Taehyung chuckles as Jimin groans, and you join him. Never had the boys been sexual with each other like this, sure they flirt and laugh, they even call each other boyfriends but this is a new development you fully intent to dive into. "I do," you nod your head, biting your bottom lip as you do so, moving onto your hands and knees so you're looking up towards him. "Then beg for it, baby," and with that Taehyung leaves the bed once more joining Jungkook back on the sofa.

"You wanna fuck me Mini? Cos god, I want you to fuck me so bad" he leans down pulling your body too his so your chests are against each other, he holds his arms around your waist placing them both above your bum as he whispers to you. “I want you to beg for me Mommy, wanna feel you need me, please” He said it so the other two couldn’t hear him, wanting your approval for what he was about to do, like he said when this all started, he didn’t want to be your dom, he just wanted to see you desperate. “Baby boy, why didn’t you just say” It may have only been a second, but for that second you weren’t thinking about sex or what was happening around you, you were just in the moment ready to give Jimin anything he wanted “I’ll show you just how needy I am for you Mini” before you could move Jimin interjects once more “Mommy-” he looked shy as he looked down between the both of your bodies “Will you say my name? While we have sex I mean-” He’s still looking down between you both “moan for me” you start kissing down his chest as his words almost make you sad. “Jimin, you never, ever have to beg me to moan for you,  every inch of your cock makes my whole body light up, you make me wanna squeal every time you fuck me” You’re teasing him now just little, but you knew you were going to give him exactly what he wanted. He seemed to forget you were just as horny as he was.

“Please fuck me, Jimin. I want you so bad, please,” the needy growl at the back of this throat came out as he looked up to face the ceiling full throat out on display for you to ogle, all you wanted to do was plan kisses down it. His eyes met yours as he came out with his first demand. “Turn around Mommy.” His confidence now clear as day, the short conversation you both had really doing something to boost his ego and the voice you’d always known as whiney and at a slightly higher pitch was now deep and clear, a little bit of rasp added to his words and there was no way in hell you were going to deny him. Usually you wouldn’t let him take you from behind, you’d always ride him or he’d get so wound up he'd just be on top of you ready to please you, but you knew he loved doggy style the most. You turned around and layed your arms flat out in front of you pushing your chest to the bed and keeping you ass up ready for him “Please, take me Jimin, so fucking wet just wanna be fucked by you.” 

This, this is what he wanted, you begging, presenting yourself to him to just do what he wanted with you. You felt both his palms grabbing your ass as he spread the cheeks and in turn your pussy lips all for him to see, you could even hear the slight groans of your other two boyfriends in the background and you wondered exactly what they were doing. You felt a dribble of wet running down the centre of your ass dripping to the lips of your pussy making the cold air around you send a shiver up your spine. You looked back as best you can to see Jimin spitting slightly onto your body and you closed your eyes and groaned, never have you seen a more sinful slight. “Jimin, please, want your cock so bad.” He may have had more restraint over himself now but he was just a man and no man could hear you beg so sweetly and not give you even a little bit of what you needed. He quickly pulled his boxers down and started rubbing the top of his cock against your slit harshly, his cock so hard your core could feel the warmth of it against you. You were quick to start rocking against it as it nudged your clit every few seconds. This was heaven and you never wanted to leave. You angled your pussy trying to make him slide it but he pulled back every time. “Fuck you really do want me so much right now don’t you, Mommy?” If you had no vocal recognition you would have thought it was something Jungkook would say to you, the confidence coming off Jimin now was unknown and you’re sure your pussy dripped down your thigh. “I do, fuck I really do, please Jimin,” and with that, the tip of his cock slowly pushed inside your entrance giving you everything you wanted and more. His thrust was slow and you were sure if you were looking at him you’d see his mouth hanging low and his eyes fixed to where the both of you meet. Before he could even start a pace you were bouncing your body back onto his  wanting to feel everything. You were anything but quiet as your hips met his thighs and his cock reached the depths of you that were oh so desperate to feel him. “Fuck, yes Jimin, fuck me harder, please.” Jimin was going dizzy at your words, he knew this would be good but he had no idea it would be this good. He started a brutal pace that made your body jiggle with every thrust causing your moans to come out so jagged, “Yes. Jimin. Yes. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Oh my god” you couldn’t even begin to describe the feeling. You felt his body lean forward as one of his hands grabbed the top of your ass pushing it down into him and his other was placed on the bed beside your chest. His thrusts were a lot smoother now but just as hard and you had to bite the covers to stop you screaming like a banshee. When he noticed what you were doing the hand on your hip came towards your mouth pulling the sheets out of your mouth and giving you one hard thrust, leaving his cock buried deep within you. 

“No, no Mommy, Baby boy wants to hear more, keep screaming for me, Mommy. Be a good girl and keep screaming.” and with those words you were gone. All thoughts leaving your head as Jimin continued to body roll into you making your body shake once more both his hand now at the side of your body through the build up of your orgasm and the cock that was pleasuring you so well you forgot the one thing he asked of you. “Say my name, Mommy” and even though you struggled to do anything but babble into the sheets you found the breath between thrusts to moan out his name every now and then as you edged closer to cumming. “Cum, cum-” You were trying to tell him of your impeding orgasm but his thrust were too quick and focused, every time you tried to say anything his thrusts took the air out of your lungs, you didn’t know he could fuck this hard, usually deep and slow coaxing your orgasm from you but now he’s forcing it. It wasn’t until his hands grabbed your hair and pulled your head away from the sheets that you were able to scream, “I'm cumming,” as loud as you did. “Scream my name Mommy, say my name while you cum” and you did. Over and over you chanted his name as your body shook and twitched around his cock, splashes of cum coating Jimin's public region as he opened his mouth watching you lose control around him. While you were still mid orgasm he sat up and once again used his hands to open your ass cheeks so he could look down at how your pussy twitched around him to which he responded by emptying himself inside you “Fuck just like that Mommy, just like that, I’m cumming, fuck.” You barely heard him, too busy screaming out his name but feeling your pussy inflate with his cum made your orgasm last that little bit longer spazzing just one more time around his length as he stuffed you so full. 

You felt how sweaty your bodies were as he fell down slightly on top of you, only able to hold himself up so much after fucking you so hard. “Fuck, I love you so much Y/N.” He danced breathless kisses down your neck as he rolled off you pulling you in for a hug as you told him you loved him to.

You were spent but you weren’t finished when you hear the ringing of Taehyung's voice in your ear. “Sorry, baby, you’re not finished just yet.” You sit up shakily and look up towards the both who had removed all their clothing and sat next to each other and started touching themselves. Both of them had a strong grasp on their cocks and you could tell they were both close. You walked over to them like a new-born kitten wobbling until you were right in front of them. “Bend over and grab your ankles, princess,” your eyes were wide, the demand slightly unexpected after what had just happened. “Come on guys, she's tired,” Jimin called over shuffling himself to the end of the bed coming to your defence. It made your heart swell but you wanted to do this for the boys, they'd helped him get his fun, now it was time for theirs. “It's okay Mini, come help me.” You just moved your head in a manner that asked Jimin to come join you as you turned around and reached down as far as you could. You couldn’t quite grab your ankles, your body shape wouldn’t allow that but they knew you couldn’t, they just wanted you bent enough so that you could present yourself to them. Jimin sat on the floor in front of you and as soon as you bent down you felt Jimin's cum pouring out of you down the back of your legs as you heard each boy gasp. You heard their hands start to move quicker and even felt Jungkook’s breath on the apex of your thigh just below your ass cheek. He was busy kissing you as Taehyung let out filthy grunts and words. “Look so sexy stuffed full of cum, fuck, Jimin your balls must have been so fucking full.” You started to feel a little wobbly at their words and the position you were in but luckily you had Jimin on the floor holding you up slightly. His assistance wasn’t needed though when you heard Jungkook’s declaration of “Fuck, gonna cum.” Pulling your body back to his chest as he slowly pushed his cock inside you as it started to pulse and shoot its cum inside you. You walls immediately tighten around him, milking every last drop as he fucked you for a good thirty seconds before falling back on the couch spent. 

“We're gonna make you a real Mommy one day, you know that, baby?” Taehyung was quick to turn you around and forcefully pull you onto his lap, quickly slipping his cock inside you without any resistance at all. The cum from your boyfriends provides more than enough lube paired with your cum from not even five minutes ago. He looked you in the eyes as he quickly fucked in and out of your hole grunting every time he fully sheathed himself inside of you. He loved how your tits bounced in front of his face and your moans got louder and louder. You sensitive pussy unable to cum again but still enjoying every second as you begged for Taehyung “Fuck, yes please Daddy, wanna have your babies so much. Wanna have all your babies so fucking bad.” You’re sure tears were steaming down your face once more like they always do when Taehyungs fucking you. “Daddy, please make me a Mommy, please wanna be a Mommy to your babies so fucking bad.” He pulled you forward and pinned your chest to his as he positioned his legs so he could fuck into you as hard as possible. You eyes crossed he was fucking you so hard, ass jigging at every thrust. “You think you’ll be able to share, Mini?” The small joke was lost on you as Taehyung quickly looked at Jimin who let out a little huff of air knowing it was all in jest but you were so brain dead at this point none of it meant anything. All you wanted was the final load of cum that you deserved, nothing was better than getting the set, all three of them cum deep inside of you. “Fuck, baby, I’m cumming. Bounce on me, shit,” and as you leaned back, putting your behind on the tops of his thighs you bounced yourself on his cock as he came deep inside your pussy. “Fuck Y/N, ugh yes, take it,” he growled as he pulled you down by wrapping his arms under your own grabbing at your shoulders so he could fill you as deep as possible.

You were spent, your entire body gone limp as you basically dropped onto Taehyung who only chucked and tucked you into the bed, each boy climbing in beside you and each other until you all fell asleep holding each other.

Tag: @azadabts @thedarkwinterrose @bangtannoonalvg @bts-ruu @obsessedwithfamouspeople

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[bnha-dumpster]

What about centaur denki fucking the absolute crap out of the reader 😳

oh i love this. this is in a slightly more fantasy world. have fun with a non-human reader too. i can’t believe i looked up horse anatomy for this.

pairing: centaur kaminari x slime male reader content tags/warnings: monster on monster, belly bulge, cumflation, milking word count: 1.4k

Slimes aren’t exactly the best monster to be cornered by. They’re difficult to fight considering what their bodies are made of, they rarely have any sort of consciousness and worst of all, they’re constantly hungry. So when Kaminari is cornered by a group of a green slimes, he thinks he’s doomed. 

“Sorry, sorry!” 

A male voice catches him by surprise and he sees you coming out of the woods. You’re made of the same green gelatinous substance as the slimes surrounding him and they instantly focus on you when you enter their line of sight. They hop over to you, nuzzling against your form. He has to take a moment to process it. There’s some who talk about the infamous “slime people” who exist among the groups of slimes, usually being their leaders. He never believed it, but now that you’re standing in front of him, he has to believe them.

“They’re a bit hungry. They see anything move and assume it’s food. You weren’t hurt, were you?” You take a few steps towards the centaur, shooing the small slimes back into the forest. “Could I help you with anything? Are you lost?”

You can’t help your doting nature. The small slimes don’t have the ability to really think on their own. They see something moving and chase after it. You always have to watch over them so they don’t get in trouble, so they don’t get hurt. It translates towards any other living being you come across.

“I’m alright! So... Never seen one of you before.”

“We tend to stay out of sight, you know? It’s safer.” You give him the bare minimum for an explanation. A tinge of hunger goes through you and you shift uncomfortably, a few bubbles growing in your form. 

Kaminari notices and he takes a step forward, looking you over for a moment. You look uneasy to him, like you’re almost waiting for the conversation to end. 

“Are you hungry too?” He opens his pouch, pulling out a bit of dried meat to offer to you. It’s clear he’s not sure what a slime actually eats but he wants to help. When you don’t take it, he starts thinking about what you might eat but he can’t come up with anything. “Uh- what exactly do slimes eat?” 

“Technically slimes can eat anything that’s living, but...” Slimes can’t blush, but if you could, you would. “I don’t like hurting people so I think that consuming bodily fluids is better...”

“Huh?”

How Kaminari wound up with you on your knees, lapping at the precum leaking from his cock, is lost on him. Your tongue feels strange yet pleasant. This entire situation can be described that way as well.

“Does it feel good?” You peek out from under him, looking at his face for any signs of discomfort. “Should I stop?”

“No, you’re good. Could we try something else, though?” He watches you nod and get out from under him, your body jiggling slightly as you move. The centaur can’t stop himself from reaching out to grab at your body, fingers sinking into the slime. You let out a small moan and only makes him want to touch you more. 

He pushes you against a nearby tree so he can properly grab at your form, enjoying the way his fingers sink into it slightly. Even though you’re made completely of slime, you don’t lose your humanoid form when he grabs you. Your body must be some sort of erogenous zone from how much you’re squirming and moaning. It’s only confirmed when you a cock forms from the slime and slaps gently against your stomach.

“You... Did you just make a dick?” 

“It’s a reflex, okay?!” Your voice’s pitch and volume is raised as you respond. It’s obvious to both of you that you’re aroused by the situation. There’s a strange fluid leaking from the tip of your cock that can only be an imitation of precum. Kaminari reaches out to touch it, watching how it twitches from the feeling of his hand. 

“Fuck, that’s hot...” He has to lean down to properly wrap his hand around your cock but he doesn’t mind. The way you squirm and whimper shows that no one has ever touched you like this. No one has ever returned the favor. Even if you did it as a way to eat, you were still making that person feel good.

“Okay, where’s a tree stump or something? I’m gonna make you feel the best you’ve ever felt in your whole life.” 

Excitement fills you and you eagerly take his hand and tug him into the forest. You practically throw yourself onto a large stump, your body jiggling from the impact. As you bend over onto it, you spread your ass and hold your cheeks open, showing where your hole would be. 

“You’re so eager, damn. Don’t worry, you’re gonna love this.” 

Kaminari trots over and puts his forelegs on the stump to lift himself up. It’s a little difficult finding where your body is without being able to see you, but one of your hands leave your ass to guide his cock towards you. He can feel the cool substance against the head of his cock and when he can make out your fingers holding yourself open, he pushes in.

Neither of you are sure how to describe the feeling of him sheathing his entire cock in your body. He doesn’t have to worry about hurting you at all. Your body doesn’t have any skin or organs, nothing to worry about squishing when he thrusts into you. 

“Shiiit, you feel amazing. You feel good too?” 

The moans and groans coming from you say everything for you. Your entire body is overcome with pleasure, an intense feeling you’re not used to. Part of you wants to turn into a pile of slime from the pleasure- but if you do that, you won’t get to feel it anymore.

“If I had a brain, yooouu-” Your body tenses and the slime surrounding Kaminari’s cock constricts for a moment as you cum. A sticky, white substance spurts from your cock and paints the tree stump. 

The centaur isn’t close to finishing at all. He’s planning on working you past several orgasms before he fills you with his cum. 

“Give me another one, okay? Cum on my cock again, cum for me.” 

It’s like your body is following his orders as you tense again, more cum coating the tree stump. Your cock twitches and stays attached to your stomach by a few strands of slime. Who knows when it’s going to go away, especially with your body feeling like it’s being constantly thrown into an orgasm. 

The blond is feeling like you’re entire soul is trying milk him dry- which you are, in a sense. You’re begging him with your body to give you his seed and feed you. His cock twitches and pulses inside you, especially when you reach into your own body to play with the head of it. Your fingers tease the slit of his cock and even dive in a little, rubbing the inside of his cock. 

“Fuck- yeah, keep doing that.” Kaminari’s hips stutter from your fingers. “Play with my cock more.”

You let your slime slide into his cock, sounding him. The slime goes as far as it can comfortably, reaching his prostate to tip him further towards his orgasm. It’s something he’s never experienced before and he lets out a confused moan. It almost feels wrong to have something thrusting in and out of his cock, but the feeling of it directly playing with his prostate overpowers it.

He continues to fuck you, pounding into you without a care. Your cock twitches against your abdomen and spurts more cum onto the tree stump. There’s a small stain on it now.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum! Take it-” 

As his cock twitches, your slime is pushed out of his cock followed by ropes of cum filling your body. The slime of your body clenches around Kaminari’s cock to milk out all the cum that he can possibly give. 

When he pulls out of you, none of his cum is left on his cock. It’s all inside you, not a single drop wasted. His cock retracts back into its sheath and he moves away to look down at you. You’re fucked out, belly full of his cum. The centaur gently turns you over onto your back so he can see your blissed face from the feeling of being completely full. 

“You okay?” 

“Mhm.” You smile up at him. “That felt amazing- I didn’t know I could feel that good.”

“I’m glad you felt good... I should probably head out, but I’d be willing to come back and feed you again. Keep you full and stuff.” Kaminari looks almost embarrassed to suggest it, not able to meet your eyes. 

“I’d love that. Right, I’m Y/N.” 

“I’m Denki. It’s nice to meet you, Y/N.”

#kaminari denki x reader #denki kaminari x reader #kaminari x reader #kaminari x male reader #bnha x reader #bnha x male reader #bnha x reader smut

[quindolyn]

Hey I was wondering if you could write a sub!regulus X Dom!fem reader fic?

One where it’s angsty as Regulus had been acting different around the reader, and eventually after being questioned about it alone, Regulus breaks down and admitting his parents forced him to get the dark mark (there was nothing he could do about it), and the reader comforts him while they fuck. Regulus had been through a lot and the reader wants him to know that they love him.

Including: praise kink, subspace regulus, scar/mark kissing, aftercare for regulus, riding, and anything else you think would suit this situation <3

Resilience || Regulus Black

Word Count: 6154

A/N: Do I hate this? Yes, most definitely, without a doubt. Did I only proof read 5/15 pages. Yes, again, certainly. But I'm tired and I'm with my friend so it's not gonna get better than this. I love you all and hope you enjoy it

warnings: pretty much included in the ask, can't really think of anything else

Being light on your feet it doesn’t appear as though Regulus notices you tip toeing your way across the Slytherin common room. As you come up behind him you peer over his shoulder; he has his legs tucked beneath him with what appears to be his Defense Against the Dark Arts textbook resting in his lap. Standing over his shoulder you let your eyes scan across the pages laid open and what you first believed to be a chapter on counter curses you realized was actually detailing how to cast the curse.

Realizing what you’d just read you let out a small, involuntary gasp that catches the attention of the boy sitting in front of you.

“(Y/N)!” Regulus quickly exclaims, glancing over his shoulder before slamming the book closed and sliding it into his book bag which sits next to him on the plush, green velvet sofa.

“What was that Reg?” You ask, brow furrowed as your eyes lock onto Regulus’ grey ones.

“Just a book love, that’s all.”

“Your Defense textbook?” You ask, hoping he would slide it back out of his satchel to show you the familiar scarlet cover you’d scratched your initials into on the bottom right hand corner.

“Something of the sort,” He answers vaguely, pushing himself off the couch to face you. Instead of making his way around the couch to meet you he stayed on the other side of the piece of furniture. Feet planted, hands fiddling with each other while instead of making eye contact with you his gaze seemed to be directed just past your right ear.

“Don’t lie to me Regulus,” Your voice is clipped, when you’d come to check in on Regulus after he’d come home from winter break at his dreaded family’s house this wasn’t what you had expected.

Regardless, it was what you’re met with, “What the hell is that book?”

Your voice jumps and you can hear the panic rising in it. Regulus had spent the weeks up to his departure date dreading the time he would have to spend at the Black Mansion. You’d stayed up countless nights, wishing you could somehow keep him from having to go to that hellish house but when it came down to it there was nothing either of you could do.

Finding him pouring over some dark arts book the first time you saw him after nearly two weeks apart wasn’t exactly the reunion you’d been picturing in your head. Nor was it comforting.

You can barely make it out but you believe you hear him whimper something about “it’s nothing” as his gaze drops from just over your shoulder to his toes.

You two stand there for a minute, then two, each waiting for the other to say something, anything to break the tension currently hanging heavy over the room. Regulus silently begging you to let it go, to leave the room and give him some time to stash the book before coming to find you to act as though nothing had happened and it was all fine.

Unwilling to yield, you hold your ground, maintaining your silence while your eyes bore into the top of his head, awaiting his explanation as to what you’d walked into.

You’re the one to finally break the silence.

“If it's nothing, then I’d like to see it Regulus.” It's the second time in the span of five minutes you opt for his full name instead of one of the nicknames coined by his brother, who he’d recently mended things with, and made popular by yourself. You knew it would strike a cord for him but you were scared, you were on the offensive.

With a deep sigh Regulus retrieves his bag from the spot it’d fallen to on the floor, pulling the book from the bag, bound in emerald green, Regulus hold it both far from his body and with a surprisingly tight hold, somehow both wanting it as far from him as possible and not wanting it to leave his grasp.

Though visibly ancient the book appears to be in remarkable condition, engraved on the front cover in gold leaf reads “Mendel's Most Malicious Curses”.

Studying the cover you don’t recognize the book’s title but based on what you’d glimpsed inside of its pages you hadn’t expected to. Even as a fifth year you doubt this would ever be included in O.W.L. curriculum.

Despite knowing better you can’t help but feel a strange, strong attraction to the book, an overwhelming urge consuming you to take that book. Your fingers itch at your sides as you imagine getting your hands on the book, wondering how hard Regulus would fight before relinquishing it from his grasp.

Somewhere in your subconscious you register that these thoughts are not organically your own, that somehow that book is influencing you and that in reality you want nothing to do with it. Frightened thoughts simmer at the back of your mind but they are lost in the shadows of your curiosity regarding the secrets that lie beneath the ornate designs swirling over the cover.

Expectantly you extend your arm, a nonverbal signal for Regulus to hand you the book but your movement throws him into action and has him clutching it close to his chest, both arms cradling the text.

“No no no no no,” He chants frantically, shaking his head as though to shake off the thought of relinquishing the book to you. “I can’t give you this (Y/N),” He swallowed deeply, shining silver eyes seaking out yours, ablaze with conviction.

“And why’s that?” You challenge with a raise of your brow.

Inhaling deeply he seems to be bracing himself to respond, “Because you’re a muggle born, it’s not meant for you to touch.”

You can feel rage bubbling up in your stomach, threatening to spill out your mouth in a flurry of angry words admonishing Reg for his remarks, “What? Is my simple muggle born mind not worthy enough to read words in that precious little pureblood book of yours? Do I need my pedigree intact to understand what it says? Not meant for mutts, is that it?”

You thought you were past this, you thought you’d left the aloof little third year you’d first met who’d called you a mudblood and asked you to move to a different table in the library because he didn’t want you looking at his charms homework behind.

Had the past year and a half of apologies and growth on Regulus’ part all been a lie? Was that hate not as small a part of your boyfriend as you’d thought? Did it really only take just shy of two weeks back with his biggoted relatives for him to start spewing this pureblood nonsense again?

Bouncing around in your head those questions overwhelm you as you try to ignore the most pressing one, pushing at the forefront of your mind.

Does he even love you?

“B-because you’re not a pureblood, this book (Y/N), it can’t be held by anyone not of pureblood,” Reg’s shaking voice broke through the flurry of questions wreaking chaos in your mind.

“God damn it Regulus! I thought we were past this! I thought-”

“It’ll kill you (Y/N)!” His voice is frantic and you pick up on the tears welling in the corners of his eyes, threatening to leak over.

Those words that seemed to carry a fatality in themselves cleared away the din clouding your mind, everything went silent. Too silent even as the implication of those words wash over you.

That book may as well be a gun, cocked and being held steady at your temple as you feel tears of your own begin to well in your eyes, distorting your vision.

The mess of questions doesn’t return to your mind, instead they begin thumping one by one at the base of your brain though they all carry through the same theme.

How could he have brought that near you?

“Kill me?” You curse yourself for how obvious your voice is shaking but the book that just moments earlier you were dying to get your hand on seems to have cast an oppressive air over the room and has you recoiling away from your boyfriend.

Regulus nods, holding eye contact with you as he slips the book back into his bag, sliding it under the sofa before cautiously striding towards you.

“That's why I can’t give it to you to look at, it's cursed and if you so much as bump it you’ll…” His voice trails off, the words too terrible to speak aloud.

Your arms wrap around yourself, clutching as hard as they can as you fight to wrangle your thoughts under control. His response revealed to you that he doesn’t intend to hurt you, not with the book anyways which has dozens of other worries popping up in your head. You’re desperate for answers as to what happened to Regulus at his house. He seems ready to give them to you as he offers to take you back to his dorm away from any prying eyes or ears that may lurk about in the Slytherin common room.

You’d both agreed to arrive back at school two days early hoping to get some alone time in but that didn’t mean that the castle was empty and that anyone couldn’t walk into his common room at any moment.

You stall as he lets you into his dorm, you’ve been there a thousand times, often under the mask of night but your usual spot, atop his always made perfectly bed, seems wrong now. Without answers to your countless questions the entire room feels foregin to you and leaves you standing by his desk, not quite leaning against it but also not quite supporting your own weight.

Regulus seems equally awkward but eventually settles on his bed, perched precariously on the edge of the mattress, he barely looks comfortable.

You stay there so long in silence that after a while your breathing syncs, the singular sound becoming the only noise in the drafty room.

Long after it becomes clear Regulus isn’t going to speak first and you finally tire of the silence you find your voice, somewhere deep inside of you summoning the words to your most pressing worry; “What happened at your house Regulus? What did they do to you?”

Your words have him crumbling, your usually stoic boy folding in on himself until he is but a ball hanging off the bed.

You hesitate for a single second before you’re racing towards him, dropping before him at his knees to cup his face in your palms. Directing his visage upwards to meet yours you feel your heart wrench in your chest as you take in his puffy, red eyes, red nose and flushed cheeks already marred with twin trails of salty tears cascading down his face.

“Regulus,” You choke out feeling tears from earlier resurface as you push yourself off the ground to take your place next to the scared boy beside you.

Pulling him into your lap as much as his size permits you too you take great care in cradling his head, clutching him to your chest as your rock gently back and forth humming into his hairline in hopes to calm his sobs. Raw and ragged they each tear at the fragile, brave exterior you’ve erected in hopes of comforting the boy, giving him something solid to hold onto.

Whispering sweet nothings into his ear you feel him melt into your touch, slowly the breathing becomes stronger and his sobs quiet to weak sniffles swallowed by the occasional gulp.

Feeling him shift under your touch you can tell he’s working himself up to something, he always gets fidgety when he’s trying to summon the courage to do something hard, his movement triggers a memory.

It floods through your mind as you’re reminded of a similarly terrified Regulus, knees bumping against the table at breakfast one lazy Sunday as he repeatedly bounced them, seemingly unable to sit still. He’d spent weeks working himself up to speaking to his brother for the first time in far too long.

The memory of him being so strong and brave even as the entirety of the Great Hall tracked his movement from the Slytherin table to the Gryffindor had you drawing a deep breath. The strength the memory provides you has you summoning the breath to prompt Regulus into some sort of explanation, anything.

“Reggie, your mother gave you that book didn’t she?”

He goes still at your words and even involuntary actions seem to still, his lungs draw no breath and his pulse seems to fade away under your touch.

“Bellatrix,” His voice is hoarse from crying, “Her idea of a Christmas gift.”

“That bitch,” You spit.

“Walburga’s was worse.”

You pause at the mention of her name, there is no doubt in your mind that he is the one who’s actions have sent Regulus into this downward spiral of despair and fear. You’re not even sure if you wanna hear what he has to stay but what you want stopped being important a long time ago.

“Do you wanna show me Reg?” You ask, breathless.

“No,” Comes his meak voice, “But I need to.”

You nod understandingly as you regrettably allow him to slip from your grasp so he can turn to face you, one leg tucked under his bum and the other hanging over the edge of the bed.

His eyes are downcast before he peaks them up through thick, dark lashes to meet your gaze, “Do you promise not to hate me (Y/N/N)? I don’t know if I can do this if you hate me.”

Your brows are drawn together as your response comes emphatically, “I could never hate you Regulus, I could never and I will never.”

“You can’t make that promise,” He says through a watery chuckle, leaving you wondering where the hilarity in the situation was. “I shouldn’t have asked you to.”

“Regulus,” You latched onto his hand before he could turn away from you, “I am incapable of hating you my love, please. Tell me what happened.”

Silver eyes locked with yours as though they would reveal the solidity of your promise. You’re not sure what answer he found in them but regardless he broke your gaze as he snuck his hand out of yours.

You watch as he slowly rolls up his sleeve and an idea as to what he’s going to show you begins to form and you find yourself regretting ever demanding to know what’s going on. You quickly shove those thoughts back down, there's no use in even entertaining them, ignoring your problems won’t make them go away.

Your worst fears are confirmed as Regulus rolls the sleeve of his black sweater to reveal swirling black ink sunk deep into his skin. Even just by looking at it you could feel the permanence of the ink, the meaning behind it causing a chill to shoot through your bones.

In the back of your head this had always been a possibility but not one you’d ever truly considered. You always thought that you would be able to get yourself and Reg away from everyone, from everything. Blood purity, the ministry, his family.

You were going to get out and you’d thought you’d have plenty of time, half way through his fifth year neither of you ever expected him to be forced to take the Dark Mark before his eighteenth birthday.

You were supposed to have until his eighteenth birthday.

Staring at the ink that seemed to pulse with life against the pale white of Regulus’ skin you suppose that it doesn’t really matter what you were supposed to have, what was supposed to happen. Regulus has taken the dark mark.

Godric, Regulus has taken the dark mark.

“Y-Your mother did this to you?” Your voice wobbles, anger, confusion, and terror evident in your voice, each betraying the strong front you’re trying to keep up for Regulus.

“She came for me in the middle of the night, (Y/N/N). First time I’ve ever been woken by her instead of Sirius or a house elf and she forced me up, made me get dressed before taking me downstairs and they were all there,” His voice cracks as a silent sob racks his body, you can only imagine how difficult it must be to relive the horrific events of that night. Hoping to provide him with any sort of comfort you inch closer to him, throwing your arm around his shoulder allowing him to rest his head on yours before continuing.

“They were all there (Y/N), not just her and Father. Bellatrix, Cissa and her husband, the Lestranges,” He pauses to swallow, “ And him. He was there.”

Regulus needn’t clarify who “he” was. The idea that he had even been near Regulus made you sick to your stomach and you could feel the distinct sensation of bile rising tickle at the back of your throat.

“Shhh, it's okay Reg,” You soothe, tightening your grip on him as sobs shake his body, “It’s going to be okay Red we’re going to figure this out.”

“He did this to me,” He sobs as he shakes in your lap, letting the enormity of his circumstances finally sink in after suppressing it for the past week, the fear of your response keeping him occupied.

To say you aren’t scared would be a lie, you’re fucking terrified but holding Regulus’ trembling form you know that this decision was not his. He would never swear allegiance to a group hell bent on destroying you and people like you, a few years ago maybe but not today. Not the Regulus you’d come to love, even if it began despite yourself.

Without hesitation you reach out, wrapping your hand around the skin now stained by dark magic.

Regulus let’s out a hiss at your touch and you feel him tense under your hand, afraid you’ve hurt him you start to pull away, “Does that hurt Reg?” You ask warily.

“Yes,” He spits out through gritted teeth, “But don’t let go please,” He pleads, raising his gaze to meet yours, “Please don’t let go.”

“Not gonna let go,” You promise, keeping your hold on his forearm tight.

Dipping your fingers under the strong bone of his mandible you turn his visage upwards to meet yours, heart breaking at the sadness and pain swimming in those beautiful grey eyes of his. Slowly you lean in before your eyelashes are brushing against the soft skin of his cheeks and your eyes flutter closed as you watch his do the same.

Your lips brush each other’s gently as your hand cups the side of his face, giving you complete control of the kiss as you keep the swipes of your lips light, you can just barely make out the taste of the pomegranate lip balm you’d given him as a part of your holiday gift to him.

“I didn’t wanna take it (Y/N/N),” He sniffles against your lips, “I don’t wanna be a Death Eater, I don’t wanna hurt you.” The sincerity in his voice has more tears welling in your eyes, you just can’t bear to see your beautiful boy in so much pain.

“Oh I know you don’t bubba I know,” You calm him, throwing a leg over to the other side of his lap so that you can perch yourself atop the hard smooth surface of his thighs. Gently pressing kisses along the canvas of his face you feel his arms wrap around your waist and the tips of fingers graze against your ass as his hands hover above it.

“Can I touch you please?” His words are barely audible but his desperation is loud and clear.

You grant permission as you lean forward to capture his lips in another kiss, this one more passionate than the last. Posing little, if any, challenge before letting your tongue delve into his mouth, quickly claiming dominance over his as you feel his palms clutch the globes of your ass, kneading the soft flesh as he holds onto you as tight as possible.

With care you slowly guide him onto his back as your lips trail from his down the column of his throat, in your journey down you leave sloppy hickeys along the delicate skin of his neck. Pulling away slightly you smile to see the various shades of purple and blue painted along his pretty ivory skin.

You know you’re going to have a real conversation about this later, what it means, what the two of you are ready to do about it but right now all you can think about is how you can make your pretty boy feel better, how you can show him that your love for him hasn’t changed. And there’s one way you know how to do that best.

“Do you want me to make you feel good Reggie?” You whisper against his skin as your lips ghost over his collar bone, drinking in his scent.

“Please,” He whimpers, “Need you.”

That’s all you need to hear before your hands are delving under the hem of Reg’s sweater, hands sliding against the smooth planes of his abs, your hands gliding over the occasional ridge of a long healed scar.

Sliding the hem up all the way to his collarbone you look down to see the beautiful lines of his chest and stomach. The scars you’ve become used to seeing a dark but faded pink now shine an almost brilliant purple as though the dark magic imprinted upon his arm had somehow interfered with scars caused by Walburga, most of them when he was much younger. You know for a fact that there are more ones on his back, deeper and darker from taking longer to heal.

“Come on pretty boy,” You coach, propping him up so that you can slip the soft sweater over his head before discarding it over your shoulder, “There we go, that’s a good boy.”

He lets out a low whine at your praising words as his hips thrust up towards yours which are perched directly atop them.

While removing your own sweater you smile, realizing it’s actually one of Regulus’ old Quidditch jumpers from the year prior. With no bra beneath your top your tits are left bare for Regulus’ viewing. His eyes gloss over as lust creeps into the stormy grey of his irises, they’re locked on your tits as though they’re the most beautiful things he’s ever seen.

“Do these hurt more than normal baby?” You ask as your fingertips graze over the raised scars on his chest, if the dark magic of the dark mark made his scars more sensitive you wanna be careful not to hurt him.

“A little.”

Frowning you lean down to press your lips against the puckered scars, your kisses light and fleeting as you trace the dark lines with your lips.

Dancing from one scar to another you hear him exhale deeply and the tension seems to be slowly leaving his body as he settles into the mattress and he becomes malleable under your touch.

“You’re so beautiful Reg,” You praise against his scarred skin, needing him to understand just how much you love him.

“I love you so much,” You look up through your lashes to see Regulus’ eyes already locked on your body.

“I love you too.”

With that your lips are ceasing his once more as you feel the overwhelming need to comfort your boy. Gently, you grind your hips up against his as you become lost in the kiss, savoring the feeling of his lips against yours before you feel a familiar bulge pressing on you.

Your hand ventures back down the hard muscle of his stomach before you bump against the bulge of his erection, straining against the soft material of his sweatpants. You palm gently over his cock as your face buries itself in the crook of his neck, giving him sweet, light kisses while teasing his throbbing member.

“Please,” Comes his choked pleas at being teased, “Please, need more.”

“Of course pretty boy,” You promise as you lift yourself off of him, giving him one last kiss at the waistband of his sweatpants before helping him ease off his bottoms and boxers.

Once he’s devoid of all clothing you too strip down so that you’re both bare naked, your eyes are fixed on the red, weeping head of his half hard cock, sitting against the inside of his muscled thigh.

He whimpers as your hand wraps around his member, pumping up and down his hardening length, brushing your thumb along the sensitive tip of his cock.

“Wanna be inside of you,” He whimpers, hands grappling for your wrist to stall your movements and pull you on top of him but all he succeeds in doing is making you stubble closer to him.

You release your right hand from his cock, instead taking his hand in yours while your unoccupied hands resumes stimulating his member.

“I know you wanna be inside of me, pretty boy, but I gotta get you hard first.”

“But I am hard,” He argues in a pretty little whine, and now that he mentions it you realize that he is harder than he was when you’d pulled him from the tight confines of his pants.

“Your cock’s so gorgeous,” You murmur watching the way he twitches in your hand, “Think you’re hard enough now, yeah?”

He nods his head, squirming as he fights the urge to buck up into your hand.

Making sure that he’s comfortable, propped up against the pillow at the head of the bed you brush away the hair that’s fallen into his face as you straddle his lap, the shaft of his cock pressing against the warmth of your cunt.

Lifting yourself a few inches off his thighs your help guide his prick to your entrance, slowly sinking onto him you allow yourself to take your time accepting each and every inch of him inside of you.

Reg’s eyes are glued to your pussy as he watches himself disappear inside of you, all the way down to his base. His eye brows furrow from the overwhelming pleasure that swims through his veins, sinking deep into his every nerve at the bliss of being completely surrounded by your warm pussy.

Pleasure shoots up your spine at the sensation of slowly becoming full, once you’ve finally taken every inch of him inside you you throw your head back, mouth dropped open as the breath is stolen from your lungs. It feels so good to be so full with him you have to remind yourself to breathe.

“Good boy,” You say breathlessly, rubbing your arms up and down his flexing arms, fists furled with the sheets between them as he too adapts to the sensation that comes with being inside of you.

“You ready for me to move?” You ask once you finally become used to the full feeling.

Desperate nods answered your question, it takes you a minute to find your rhythm but soon you’re grinding his hips against his, lifting yourself slightly off his cock before grinding back down onto him.

Your movements are slower than usual when you fuck Reg, but after the terror he’d gone through in the past weeks you’re deliberate in your gentle movements.

As your hands grip the muscles of his arms you hear him take a sharp breath, your eyes fly open, landing on his face, your movements stalling before you realize that you’re clutching the newly marked skin on his left forearm.

“Oh baby I’m so sorry,” You apologize, loosening your grip on him as your lips frace the dark lines of the ink against his skin.

Seeing that mark on anyone else would’ve made you recoil, have ice shooting through your veins as fear petrified you. While you would’ve preferred never to see that symbol of hate tattooed into Regulus’ skin it didn’t evoke its usual reaction from you. The only fear you have is fear of the future, fear of what lies in wait for the two of you beyond the walls of Hogwarts, but it doesn't matter right now. All that matters is comforting your boy, all you think about as you press your lips to his mark.

You’re pulled from your thoughts when you hear sobs break through Regulus’ lips, quickly you abandon the stain of ink , moving to cradle his head so that your tits are right in his line of vision.

“I thought you were going to hate me,” He cries into your chest, tears wet the soft skin of your tits.

“No baby, I’ll never hate you, not ever.”

You feel the wet warmth of his mouth brush against your right nipple, gazing down you see his tongue lazily circling the pebbled flesh and you’re reminded just how cold the room actually is but pressed up against Regulus it feels like your entire body is on fire.

“You wanna suck on my titty Reggie?”

He responds with a weak nod and quickly you’re easing your nipple into his mouth, helping him find the correct angle all the while stuttering your hips against his.

“You fill me up so good Reg,” Your praise, fingers tangling in the dark mess of curls.

At your praise he begins lifting his hips in times with your thrusts, helping you as you fuck youself on top of him, wanting so desperately to make you feel as good as you make him.

“There we go, that’s a god boy.”

“M’getting close,” His words are muffled by the soft flesh of your tit stuffed into his mouth.

You too are nearing your orgasm as your clit brushes against the hard bone  of his pelvis pulling a sharp whimper from you. To better grant Regulus access to your breast you’ve settled on rolling your hips in circles, ceasing the up and down movement from earlier so as to not disturb him.

A familiar tightness is brewing in your belly as Regulus’ hands run up and down your back before gripping the globes of your butt, maintaining as much physical contact as possible.

“Go ahead bubba, go ahead and cum. Fill me up pretty boy, want your cum. Need your cum. Godric I love you,” You ramble, seizing his lips again, needing them against yours as you feel him cum inside you.

“Fuck fuck fuck,” He mutters as your cunt grips around him with the tell tale signs of your quickly approaching orgasm.

“Y’gonna cum with me baby?” You ask as you press your lips to his forehead, his mouth having once more found the plush of your breast.

“Yes,” He nods, “Please.”

You throw your head back in ecstasy as your orgasm washes over you, wave after wave of pleasure racing through your veins as you ride out your orgasm, continuing to move your hips as you simultaneously help Reg through his. Stars flash behind your closed eyelids as the pleasure building up finally releases, sending you into euphoria so intense it seems to cloud your every sense.

The second he felt your cunt squeeze around his cock it tipped him over the edge and as he lost himself in pleasure, rope after rope of cum releasing inside of you, he tried his best to match the movement of his hips to yours.

You flutter your eyes open as the warmth of his cum floods your pussy as you come down from the height of your orgasm, letting yourself collapse so that your chest is pressed up against his.

With your chests pressed so close together you notice the exact moment that your breathing syncs, feeling as Regulus’ arms wrap around your bare torso keeping you close to his body.

“How are you feeling?” You murmur against the ivory skin of his chest, keeping your voice hushed.

“Better. A little happy.”

Glancing up you catch the smallest smirk slink across his lips as he stares up at the vaulted ceiling.

“Happy?”

“You make me happy,” His eyes flicker to yours as he pulls you closer to him causing his softening prick to slip out of your tight hole. You both hiss as the cool air hits his cock and the cum he’d emptied into you begins flowing out yout pussy.

Regrettably you push yourself off of him, pulling his sweater over your head before waddling into the connecting bathroom, being ever so conscious about the sticky white mess between your legs as you wet a washcloth using warm water from the sink before applying it to the insides of your thighs. Ginger touches hastily cleaning up the excess cum before rinsing the wash cloth to take it to Reg.

“Hey pretty boy,” You coo upon reentering the room to find him in the same position you’d left him in, “You ready for me to clean you up?”

“You look so beautiful in my clothes (Y/N/N),” He responds instead of answering your question, pushing himself onto his elbows so that he can watch you, his black sweater enveloping you all the way to your lower thighs.

“And you’re just beautiful,” You smile, sitting next to him on the mattress. You aren’t lying, he looks absolutely gorgeous leaning back, mop of dark hair in tangled tresses, grey eyes glossed over, abs sheening with sweat as are his equally toned thighs. Merlin bless the poor bastard who invented Quidditch.

Dragging up his muscled legs your eyes settle on his softening member, just as pretty as the rest of him.

With care you make quick work of cleaning the cum off his cock, resting your hand on his thigh when he tries to squirm away from your over stimulating touch.

“I know baby, I know but I gotta get you all nice and clean for me.”

“Hurts,” He mumbles in a pathetic pout.

“I know it does pretty baby but look,” You say, pulling the cloth from his skin, “All done already.” Pressing a kiss to his temple you go to stand but you’re quickly pulled back down to the mattress by cold hands wrapped around the warm folds of your waist.

“Don’t go,” He mumbles into your hair as he keeps you tucked into his side.

“Just gotta go put the washcloth back Reggie,” You explain trying to slip from his hold but he’s not having it and just tugs you back against the hard planes of his chest.

“No,” He says simply before reaching over to the bed side table where he’d set his wand, mumbling a quick banishing spell the rag flew from your hand before flying into the bathroom.

Resting your head against his strong shoulder you yank a blanket from the end of the bed up to throw it around your bodies, nestled close together.

“You said you were happy Reg.”

“Mhm,” He responds with a noncommittal hum.

“What else are you feeling, love?”

You hear him take a deep inhale, as his own answer seemed to overwhelm him, “I don’t know. I’m scared, I’m really scared but not so much now that I know that you don’t hate me.”

You nod against his chest, you can only imagine how petrifying that thought must’ve been for him and you can’t deny the tug you feel in your chest at the idea of Regulus ever thinking you would hate him.

“I’m still terrified but I think I’m gonna be okay.”

“I know you’re gonna be okay Regulus, you are capable and strong and smart and the bravest boy I have ever met,” You can feel the blush radiating off of him at your words.

“Thank you (Y/N/N),” He mumbles bashfully into your hair once more.

You were telling the truth, if there was one thing that you know for certain its that Regulus is just as resilient as he has proven to be and if Walburga, or anyone else for that matter thought he was going to take this lying down. If they thought you were going to take this lying down, they have another thing coming. There is no doubt in your mind that Regulus will fight for what he knows to be true and if there was ever a point that he would have obeyed his mother’s every command without question that time was long past.

Reg isn’t to be underestimated. He’s just as every bit courageous as he’s proved to be over and over again. To underestimate him is to dig your own grave; and unlike Walburga you aren’t ready to count him out quite yet. On the contrary actually, your boy wasn’t about to take this lying down and even if it meant total self destruction, the two of you are about to raise hell.

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[princeanxious]

(Black) Rose Petals

My anxceit brain rot is acting up again, so i wanna share this brief(<- lol 3 hours later and this is a whole oneshot fic whoops) idea that just hit me

Cw: an altered take on hanahaki as a concept, brief blood mentions but nothing too graphic i think, HURT/COMFORT, happy ending! Lemme know if i missed anything!

So like. Human/high fantasy au with a surprise appearance of hanahaki but its worldly existence is that of just some extremely rare and nasty spell/curse that can be cast on others unlucky enough to run into a being heartbroken enough to cast it.(or something. Idk.)

So uh. Janus is a prince, Virgil is a prince from a different kingdom, and following the backstory of them being really close as childhood friends, but something changed and they broke apart suddenly & violently. And unfortunately, both were far too prideful to admit their fallingout was due to a mutual effort(however unintentionally caused) and have refused to even consider rekindling their friendship until the other breaks and apologizes first, much to their kingdoms' frustation and dismay.

At the starting point of this would-be story, Janus and Virgil would have been avoiding eachother for about 6 years(both having been roughly 16 at the time of their falling out, making them roughly around 22 at this point), and their allyship is tenuous at best, though unreflective of their kingdoms stronger connections.

It stands to not that there has been times where theyve met during those six years, always unintentionally and unfortunstely never ending well. Though theyve long since learned to simply ignore eachother for the peace of their kingdoms, rumor has it that the first few encounters after the initial fallout were shouting matches fit enough for rivals.

It's always been unclear to the public why such a toxic fallout had occurred so suddenly between such close friends, and while their were hundreds of ideas and rumors guessing why, no one would know that even Virgil himself didnt know.

The only one who had the full story was Janus. And it drove Virgil crazy to no end.

They'd never kept secrets from eachother before, so when Janus started to close off from Virgil, he'd worried he'd messed up somehow. But Janus wouldnt explain it, even when he assured him it wasnt Virgil's fault.

And when Virgil just wouldnt let it go, Janus changed tactics. Even when guilt and regret filled him with every nasty jab he'd thrown, Janus felt this was the safest option.

Virgil couldnt know, could never know that Janus loved him, or Virgil would hate him for it, or find it weird that Janus loved his best friend this way and leave, and Janus knew he couldnt take the pain of rejection of Virgil leaving because of his love.

So, Janus chose to make Virgil hate him instead. Janus couldnt have Virgil, he was convinced of it(for some reason, perhaps bc one of them was already betrothed at a young age or smth else that isnt outright real world homophobia bc i want a happy ending w/out extra strings on that end dang it), and felt it was better to break apart what they had with false vitriol than with his confession of love. Safer, even.

Better to love from afar knowing he could never have what he wanted, than stay close by and let his hurting heart consume his rationale and fracture everything they could've had if he ever slipped up.

The act was easier with every year that went buy, even as his heart never stopped yearning, never stopped hurting. Even when there were times, few as they were, where Virgil seemed to think about breaking the tenuous peace with an olive branch. Bare glimpses of the person Janus fell in love with all those years ago.

And it hurt his heart all the more when Janus turned them down each time, turning the offer of reconciliation away with a bitter resolve that stemmed more from his own self-inflicted pain than anything else.

(He doesnt notice that the bitterness has begun leak into everything he does. Doesnt realize how blinded its making him to the way hes begun to act to everyone else around him, not just Virgil.)

He just had to stop loving Virgil, then barrier could come down for him to accept, or rather, finally offer an olive branch of his own.

That's all.

(He was lying to himself, though. Virgil had never done anything that could make Janus stop loving him, despite having every reason to return Janus's unwarranted venom two-fold. The bastard. Why couldnt Virgil make things easy and just hate Janus already?)

And then, well. Something goes wrong.

An outting, a request for Janus and his father, King Remy, to attend a meeting in a neighboring kingdom's castle.

It was supposed to be a simple little trip. A simple regular meeting of allies for any updates and the like. Using simple straightforward path through the enchanted forest that seperates their kingdoms.

Janus shouldnt have bothered to count himself so lucky as to expect his life to stay simple. Not when he keeps making stupid decisions.

He doesnt really remember how it started, or why he'd dared to leave the carriage at the first sounds of an attack against his fathers wishes, but the creature he encounters is nothing he has ever heard of, never seen, never expected to see in broad daylight.

Its massive wooden body is haggard and willowed, wailing with grief. Despite their knights trying their best to fend it off or at least maneuver it away from the royals, the creature is persistant, seemingly searching past its assailants for something else.

And when it's gaze meets Janus's, he freezes. Because he feels it. Feels the aura of the gaze. Its wailing is deafened by the invading voice suddenly inside Janus's head.

"I see it is You who I seek,

Your sorrow is a beacon, your splintering heart a tragedy, yet the cause of your grief is your own! Your soul is tainted with a loneliness of your own design, and yet you wallow still, with no intention to change. Your lies poison the garden that grows within you, making bitterness prosper and understanding wilt in its wake.

If that is what you seek, then so be it. But know this now, your body will soon reap what you've sown."

And with that, the lumbering creature turns, still ignoring the shouts and attacks of the knights as it disappears into the forest with barely another wail.

The encounter leaves the traveling party shaken but otherwise unharmed, rushing the rest of the way to the neighboring kingdom without pause until they were safely out of the trees.

Janus, thinking over the words that had rattled through in his head, choses to say nothing about the experience. A cryptic warning at best, hes sure, and sees no reason to raise alarm for a few intrusive words.

What Janus doesnt know is that creature is a creature of grief, born from the worlds worst heartbroken souls and drawn to other beings' sorrow like a moth to a flame. What Janus doesnt know is that this creature's presence alone is rare, unheard of even when war or plague or loss ect. is not directly involved.

What Janus doesnt know is that this creature saw Janus's heartbreak and became angered by its self-inflicted presence in the young royal and the ensuing bitter rot beginning to poison his soul for good.

What Janus doesnt know is that this creature has bestown an ancient curse known as 'hanahaki' upon him in its anger.

A slow-acting curse that feeds on a broken heart's woe from the moment it is cast, working to slowly entrap the cursed being's body's limbs and neck in vines and filling their lungs with flowers.

There are only two known ways to break this ancient curse.

If the cursed being can heal their broken heart, then the curse will receed and fade away.

If the cursed being cannot heal their broken heart, their lungs will fill with flowers as the vines slowly tighten around their chest. And eventually, they will die.

The event doesnt quite escape Janus by the time he notices something isnt quite right, but its become distant enough in his mind that it doesnt immediately jump out at him as directly connected.

The simple kingdom meeting had gone otherwise normally, even as Janus could hear snippets of gossip at all ends about the kind of creature theyd encountered.

And of course, Virgil had been there with his father, King Patton. The old man seemed desprate to fret over Janus and his father, but he'd long since lost that permitted closeness since Janus and Virgil's fallout. Janus would be lying if he told you he hadnt been trying to avoid the kind king's sad eyes all day.

Janus unfortunately found himself lying a lot more these days, though.

Virgil had been trying to past his defenses again today, too. Snipping little bits of snark he knew would make Janus laugh or frown at, really anything to pry at the solid barrier that he'd figured out Janus had been putting up. Anything to break through and catch another glimpse of the Janus he used to know, anything to even just give him a chance to ask "why?"

Now that Janus knew what Virgil was doing, he wasn't successful. Didnt mean he couldnt still try, if only for the sake of annoying Janus for entertainment. Even if it ended in a particularly petty spat that ended up cutting way too close to home on both sides.

"Like fucking hell Janus, you make me wonder why we were ever friends!" (What happened to you? What happened to us?)

"Well maybe we shouldn't have been! I'm sure we all would have been happier!" (Its better this way, it has to be.)

"Maybe we would! I dont know why I ever thought I liked you. I should have just given up when they told me to, at least then hating you wouldnt have taken so long!" (I dont mean it, i dont hate you, i hate this, that this is what we've become. I cant take it anymore. I just wanted to know what i did wrong.)

"I'm glad we can finally agree on something, then!" (This is what i wanted, so why does it hurt so much?)

It had left his wounds freshly reopened, and gave the curse the perfect chance to strike. By the time they'd arrived back home, the curse had begun working in overdrive.

He'd only been coughing a little.

He'd begun to blame it on spring time allergies, but the stupid cough became persistent. Within a week, the Royal Doctor had looked Janus over, and told him he'd probably caught a cold and that they'd have to keep an eye on him if he got any worse.

And then, well.

Then one night out came the first few petals, before a whole flower followed. And for a few moments Janus stared at the delicate bulb of darkness in his lap, stunned.

Thats when the words of the creature clicked in his mind, gently gazing at a bloodflecked petal in his palm.

'But know this now, your body will soon reap what you've sown.'

Following suit with plucking up the flower in his lap, he wasn't surprised to have piece together this next omen; a Black rose- a symbol of death.

Janus couldnt really deny it now, he probably deserved this.

But that didn't mean he couldnt try to hide it.

It was always easier to breathe after a flower finally ejected itself from his lungs, and then for three days he was mostly fine before the next inevitably forced its way out.

Surprisingly, he kept the lie going for about two whole months without incident.

And then he doubled over infront of his father during a particularly horrible fit, and unwillingly coughed up two whole roses before he could stop or calm it. And well, all hell broke loose after that.

Janus pretty quickly stopped caring though, as the curse seemed to get worse, and began to become a constant, painful reminder that rose bushes had thorns. And that Janus would not be spared from them inside or out, lucky him.

It took another three days for the vines to appear, almost overnight. Small thin little things that started at his wrists and ankles, and wrapped up and around his arms and legs, finally meeting and weaving tightly around his chest. Within 48 hours the vines had grown strong and begun to thorn, and walking became impossible without drawing blood.

Finally, the curse began to slow. Yet, Janus wasnt too sure he could count himself thankful for it.

Bedridden and miserable, Janus wanted to laugh at his miserable self-inflicted state. And cry. And scream. Too bad his lungs were having none of it, seeing as he could barely talk without setting off into another wheezing, blood flecked coughing fit.

When the Royal Mage had figured out just what Janus was cursed with, it was like setting a fog upon the castle. There was nothing to be done, nothing that could be done without agitating the curse further.

His father had even sat next to him, looking more serious and wrecked than he'd ever seen his carefree king of a father be, and listened to him plead for Janus to talk to him. Give them something to work off of, anything!

Janus knew why he chose to keep his mouth shut, feeling deserving of the punishment of his own making. Instead he closed his eyes, and silently wept.

Word of prince Janus's sudden ailment got around the kingdoms quick, as was the reason for Remy's abenses at ally kingdom leader gatherings.

When word got to Virgil, its said that he stumbled out of his chair and down to the kingdom stables, calling for a hasty visit that King Patton knew the reason for all too well.

For all the bite back he'd done since their fallout, Virgil still cared about Janus. Had loved him even, even if those feelings were now locked away deep inside to keep them safe from the carnage of their falling out.

If Janus was dying, Virgil couldn't let the last words he said to him be 'I hate you!'

Because above all else, it wasn't true. And Virgil was tired of fighting it. Tired of fighting Janus when he just wanted to hold him close and never let go.

The state that Janus is in when Virgil comes barreling through the doors of the other's sickroom is shocking enough to make him freeze in place.

Black petals and roses litter the large bed, the royal resting in it looking so small and painfully weak. Pale and wheezing, the cursed prince stares at him with surprised and terrified multicolored eyes.

The fact that the emotions dont dissipate behind a wall of indifference the longer Virgil remains in the room says volumes about whatever storm is brewing inside Janus's head. Hell, when Virgil comes to sit down next to him and takes his hand with a gentle squeeze, he even gets a hesitant squeeze back.

And at that point Virgil knows that if Janus is going to die, he cant just admit he doesnt hate him. He.. He has to get it out in the open, all of it. And given that Janus cant even properly speak, its the perfect opportunity to lay it all out.

Everything.

And its only when he finally lays it all out, even down to "I still love you, have loved you, for so fucking long. I was gonna figure it out, how we could be together, yknow? Even after you started pushing me away, even when i couldnt figure out why cause i could tell that you didnt want to, i was gonna figure it out. I.. I dropped everything the moment i heard cause, cause I care about you so fucking much it hurts, even when i know I shouldve given up I just. Couldnt. Because I knew something was off. I always knew, Jan. You'd never actually lied to me before, and now i dont even care about that! I just. I wanted you back. And I'm so terrified of losing you before I got to chance to try.."

And Janus is weeping again covering his mouth in a way that cant be comfortable to muffle his cries before giving up and reaching out for Virgil with both arms.

And Virgil doesnt miss a beat carefully wrapping his arms around Janus as the other clings tightly to his tunic and sobs.

Virgil can make out portions of apologies through the hiccups, carefully waiting out the storm as Janus breaks down in his arms for the first time in years. And like Virgil always does, he holds and protects him the whole time, carefully rubbing his back in soothing motions and tucking Jan's head into the crook of his neck.

It's only when Janus finally exhausts himself that the tears stop, but he doesnt let go of Virgil even a little bit, so Virgil carefully reclines them both, having manuved himself onto the bed to better hold Janus.

Theres an uneasy peace between them, which niether want to break after years of tension, but Janus knows he needs to say something.

"You are going to be so mad at me.." He says, his voice rasping but no longer quite wheezing.

"Mmm, you dont know that. And- and.. Even if i did get mad, I don't think it will stop me from loving you. After all we've been through, I dont know if theres anything that can. So.. Try me."

"When.. When I began to draw away, I'd had a revelation. And like the idiot that i was, I figured it was better, safer for me to pull away. And when you stubbornly clung on like a spider to a web no matter what I tried, I panicked, and kept used the first thing that had worked.

"I.. I cant say that it was purely romantic love, at the time. But it was infatuation, a romantic crush that rivaled over all my platonic feelings for you and made it hard not to reach out and say something. And I was convinced if i said anything that would be the beginning of the end of it, that you were push me away for being weird or hate me. I was afraid of your rejection breaking my heart, and losing you as a friend as a result.

"Instead, i broke my own heart by pushing you away. How fitting, hm?"

Virgil had gone still and quiet, but Janus kept his head tucked into Virgils shoulder for fear of losing his nerve.

"What im trying to say, is that I.. I love you too. And im sorry I was such an ass about it."

A good sign was Virgil slowly resuming rubbing Janus's back as he processed the other's words. Janus marveled in the partial amount of breathing room the curse had released its hold on. After a few long moments, Virgil finally spoke up:

"..You were right about one thing" Virgil added softly, before backing up just enough to scoot down to be closer to eyelevel with Janus, " I am mad. But really only about the fact that i could've already been with you the past 6 years. But you can bet I'm not leaving you alone now. I want to spend everyday you have left by your side."

And Janus could feel his eyes prick with tears, happy ones, for once.

"The mages say this curse is fueled by a broken heart, but eventually dies out if the broken heart heals.. So you may be at my side for quite a while, you know?" Janus says snarking oh so gently, his eyes betraying his nervousness.

"Bold of you to assume im not ready to spend the rest of our entire lives together, side by side." Virgil replies seriously before grinning, tucking Janus closer and tilting his head up, basking in the bright red blush across Jan's cheeks.

"Speaking of.. Can I..?" Virgil begins, glancing at Jan's lips.

"Please, kiss me." Janus finishes, meeting Virgil in the middle to close the gap between them.

And if Janus's lungs feel clearer than they have in months? Well, for now he plans on using it to continue kissing his love, obviously.

They had tons still to work through and talk about in honesty, but that could wait for another day. For now, these lovers plan on peacfully basking in each others presence for the first time in 6 years, finally reunited and safe.

#sanders sides #virgil sanders #janus sanders #anxceit #sanders sides fics #romantic anxceit #luka writes #tw hanahaki #ask to tag #hurt/comfort #i would i could get a word count of this but mobiles a bitch so oh well lol

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skirt chasers — drabble iv

THIS IS A SKIRT CHASERS DRABBLE - FIND THE OTHERS HERE ! SUMMARY Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. WARNINGS JK POV!!!, attempted solo masturbation, k*ssing, jk’s extensive knowledge of pornos, grinding, cunnilingus, face sitting, spit kink, light choking, praise kink, self nipple play, a love for boobies, unprotected sex, use of the pull out method, i love u kink, its kinda hinted tht oc has a somnophilia kink? not rlly but tagging just in case -_- RATING m (18+) WC 6.3k this can't even classified as a drabble anymore wtf 

NOTES i have had this in my drafts since may 3. it is december 21. everyone point n laugh. anyway i very much love stimbo sc jk and i think he’s very cool so here’s a whopping 6k of the inner mechanisms of his big nerdy, college hottie brain <3

He doesn’t notice you’ve drifted off until he’s three solid paragraphs into his semester-long research paper. “Babe, can you toss me my charger it’s over…” 

 Jungkook swears he’s gonna take every single one of those stupid skirts and burn them to ashes. They had done their duty well, had given him the girlfriend of his dreams, but now they were just pushing their luck. What was once the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend, has now become the bane of Jungkook’s existence. He loathed them, he hated them, he could go twenty million decades without ever seeing them again because the torture they inflicted upon him was borderline inhumane. 

 Holy fuck, he knew you were gorgeous— hello, he was your boyfriend, thinking you were gorgeous was very high on the list of requirements you searched for in someone of his position —but he’s absolutely positive that you’re probably the sexiest woman he’s ever seen in all his twenty-two years. And Jungkook’s seen a lot of porn. Like, a lot. 

He can’t help himself. Before Jungkook knows it, he’s rolling his desk chair over to where you’re sprawled across his bed, skin so soft where it presses against his pillow, lips so plush, and he’s pretty sure there’s a tiny, tiny droplet of drool begging to escape from between your puckered lips. Normally, he’d tease you to hell and back for this, knows how flustered you become when he catches you off guard, but today he lets it slide in favor of focusing on something else about your dozing form. 

It’s the soft curve of your hips from where you lay on your side, smooth legs tucked close to you, and that goddamn pleated skirt giving you absolutely no protection from the eyes of the world around you. Luckily, he made sure to lock the door to his room when you came over today. And he’s almost positive Taehyung isn’t home anyway. So there’s no potential roommate to see you here, cuddled against Jungkook’s teddy bear, blue lace panties tucked between your folds. 

They were his favorite. 

Adorable and soft, and he knows that particular style— the cheeky kind —is your preferred style, because it’s the one he sees almost every time the two of you fuck. Seamless, because you hate when they tug against your skin, and baby blue simply because it was your favorite color. He can’t recall the last time they had been so exposed like this. 

God, how many times had this same situation occurred? You dropping by to encourage him to do his homework, before eventually falling asleep and leaving him to his own devices. A lot of times, Jungkook guesses, because each and every time you wake up and nab one of his protein bars from the stash by his bed. Jungkook’s gone through four boxes in the last month. 

But how many times had this happened with you in a skirt? Never. This was a rarity. 

As the year progressed and yours and Jungkook’s relationship reached new levels of intimacy and adoration, Jungkook is sad to say the skirts had begun appearing less and less. It was winter and, unlike the furnace that was Jungkook’s body, he’s pretty sure you were a cold-blooded reptilian at this point, always leeching off of him for warmth. So since you couldn’t stand the cold, the skirts slowly faded into the background, replaced by Jungkook’s second favorite: the leggings. 

He was no complainer, Jungkook respected your decisions! He wasn’t going to pressure you into wearing those cute tiny skirts he loved so much just because it fueled some PornHub-esque fantasy in his brain, especially not as a harsh winter descended upon you and the days became colder. He would not risk a sick girlfriend in the name of a horndog daydream. 

But holy mother of pearl, Jungkook was a man. A skirt chaser. He could only withstand so much torture before he broke, and seeing your gorgeous, smooth legs on display after so many weeks of starvation awoke an ancient being inside of him. 

Sure he’d seen them every time you guys fucked— duh. But this was not the same. It was different, seeing the tender skin of your inner thigh when he knew you weren’t trying to, your skirt stuck between you and the bed as you shifted about. It was different, knowing he could so easily have you, just flip up the skirt and tug your underwear to the side, not having to worry about fighting your leggings or skinny jeans down your legs. It was different and it was good, so painstakingly good, to have you in the skirt, but the worst part was Jungkook couldn’t even do anything because you were fucking sleeping. 

He’d subconsciously pictured you like this for weeks, sprawled out on his sheets in the flimsiest clothing and ready for him to just slide right in, but Jungkook was a good boy—you’d told him as much just last week when he’d paid the bus fare for that ragtag group of teenagers, smiling up at him like he was your entire world. Was he sometimes a little too mean, a little too wild? Yes. But at his core, Jungkook lived for your praise. He couldn’t just stomp on that title you’d so lovingly bestowed upon him, a title he’d worked hard for since! 

Furthermore, even if Jungkook wasn’t a good boy, to touch you in your sleep just seemed wrong. You’d mentioned in passing once that you wouldn’t mind as long as it was him (“I’m yours,” you had purred at some party, hand crawling down his abdomen, “your doll, remember?”), but Jungkook couldn’t bring himself to when you were so vulnerable and just… not there. It wouldn’t feel right to use your body when you weren’t awake, and no amount of encouragement from you would change his mind. 

So he does what all good boys do and prepares himself for a quick, self-administered handfuck. 

Sue him, his girlfriend was hot!

It’d been a little over two weeks since the last time the two of you had fucked, and it was mostly his fault; clinicals and research papers had practically consumed what little free time he had in his schedule. And if Jungkook remembers correctly, he wouldn’t be that lucky this upcoming week either. Something tells him your period was approaching. 

Jungkook doesn’t know what type of sorcery you’ve done to him, but in the time you’ve been dating, it’s become increasingly more and more difficult to nut without you. Whether that be fucking you, listening to your voice, or just imagining your pretty face in his head, you held a monopoly over Jungkook’s libido, one that he feared you’d never let go. 

He had years stacked on years of browsing PornHub and Brazzers, can recall experiencing some of the craziest orgasms of his life while watching some girl get fucked. All things come to an end. Ever since he started dating you, not even his favorite video could make him hard anymore. Oh, how the great have fallen. 

But with your blue panties before him, his cock hardens by the minute, nearly doubles in size when you move about and sigh a heavenly sound. Frankly, he doesn’t feel bad jerking one off to the thought of you. You were his girlfriend! He knows that you know that you’re the main character of all his right-handed adventures, and you’re not going to be mad at him for jerking off to you now. In fact, Jungkook imagines you’d be mad if he’d woken you up just for some frenzied quickie. This way, he’s blowing off some steam and you’re getting an extra ten minutes of napping. Everyone wins. 

He’s barely tugged himself out of the confines of his sweats when a soft mumble of his name has his soul leaving his body. “Kook?” 

“Baby,” he exhales, immediately tucking himself back into his underwear before moving closer towards you. You roll onto your back, skirt useless as fuck, he thinks, as it sprawls around your waist. “What’s up?” he murmurs, voice gentle, a hand carding through the nape of your neck because that’s how you always wake him up. Jungkook would be a liar to say it wasn’t one of the best feelings in the world. 

You say something, but it’s a mess of gibberish and too quiet for him to understand, before turning on your side again and shuffling closer to him. Jungkook smiles, runs the tips of his fingers over your cheek, before moving to caress your back, massaging some feeling back into your muscles. Some more mumbled words, but this time he deciphers them as something along the lines of “c’mere.” 

He chuckles, ducking down to kiss your cheek. “Don’t wanna interrupt your nap, baby,” he hums. “Go back to sleep.” 

You whine in protest, suddenly catching his hand in yours. “Please,” you sigh, eyes fluttering open, but they’re unfocused as you gaze at him. Jungkook clenches his teeth. Technically he should be working on that twelve page research paper, and even just trying to jerk off right now would have been a huge setback. Crawling into bed with you, where you’re so sinfully laid out for him to take, would completely offset his plans until tomorrow. He had to be a responsible student here. 

“I really gotta finish my paper…” he says, trying to let you down as gently as possible, flashing you an apologetic gaze. He thinks he has it in the bag, and your extended silence almost has him rolling back to his desk, when you suddenly snap into action. 

“But what about your dick,” you murmur, and Jungkook chokes. 

“My what—?” he splutters, voice a little too high. 

You say nothing, craning your neck to release a series of cracks, soft huffs leaving your lips. Jungkook’s on edge the whole time, eyes following the movement of your neck, the hypnotizing expanse of skin that bares itself to him. “Saw your hand down your pants,” you say, eyes blinking open, and though they’re droopy with sleep, at least you can hold them open this time. 

Jungkook laughs nervously, rubbing a hand against the back of his neck in embarrassment. “You saw that?” A soft hum. He wants to die. “Ah, baby, don’t worry about it. Know you’re tired, so just nap,” he sighs, caressing the back of your head once again, and he thinks he’s finally convinced you so he lets his guard down. 

You moan softly, and he’s almost entirely sure it’s one of those waking up types of sounds, the ones you make when you’re stretching around the bed in the morning. “Want your cock.” 

Jungkook swears he’ll die, right here, right now. 

He groans, lowers his head to rest on the mattress. “Jesus, fuck, baby,” he huffs, has to count to ten to will the stirring of his slowly hardening cock away for the second time that day. “Don’t say stuff like that when you’re half asleep, please.”

You ignore him, the hand that had been wrapped around his wrist tugging him closer. You barely succeed, muscles still so weak, but Jungkook humors you and rolls his chair right beside your head, where he ducks down to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. “Noooo,” you whine when he draws away too quickly. 

A laugh blossoms in his chest, and Jungkook proceeds to rain down a series of kisses on your pretty face before he can stop himself. You melt under his touch, his affection, and Jungkook adores the way your body is so soft and pliant like this, back arching towards him after he places a hand on your waist. 

“Come here,” you urge, voice a quiet plea. So soft, so needy. 

Jungkook malfunctions for just a second before he’s clambering over you on the bed, manhandling your body until you're both on your sides, facing each other, with you pressed tightly to his chest. Even with your hands brushing up and down his back in the way that sends every nerve in Jungkook’s body tingling, and your leg thrown over his hip, some stupid part of him convinces himself you’re just cold, trying to warm up after walking around campus in that tiny little skirt all day. He cuddles you as best as he can. 

And even with his dick twitching in his pants and his caveman instincts yelling at him to thrust up into your inviting core, Jungkook remains as professional as someone in a relationship can be when in bed with their lover. He’s so stuck on his self-control that he almost doesn’t hear the snort you muffle against his neck. 

“What are you doing?” you laugh, reaching up to pinch his cheek. Jungkook blinks, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. “Are we gonna fuck or what?”

He chokes. He doesn’t even try to muffle his reaction like other times, because the way you’re looking at him and the heel you press against the back of his thigh preoccupies his thoughts instead. Your hands are still tracing along his back, melting him with your dainty touches. “Baby?” you question after he’s been silent too long, distracted by the way you use that hooked leg to tug your bodies closer. 

“You… you’re still asleep,” Jungkook says, though it’s definitely a question. 

You scoff, a smile curling around your features. “Mm, definitely not asleep,” you tease, and shift to push him onto his back, wiggling on top of him until those baby blue panties are pressed against his quickly hardening member. “Why? Wanted to touch me when I was asleep?” you continue, and Jungkook’s eyes nearly burst out of their sockets. 

“No!” he exclaims, hands clutching your hips in alarm. He can tell he surprises you, because your eyes go wide for a brief second. “Never…” he mumbles afterwards, looking away from your imploring gaze. “Only like you when you’re awake.” 

You sigh, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek that makes his heart flood with adoration for you. “You’re a good boy, Jungkook,” you say back, just as quietly. “A blueprint for the perfect man.” Another kiss, this time against the corner of his mouth that makes Jungkook’s hands twitch against your sides. 

A soft moan tears itself from his throat, fingers digging into your hips as you slowly roll them against him. The heat emanating from your core seeps past the thin barrier of his sweatpants, makes his cock twitch in his boxers. He knows how it feels inside of you, has your body memorized like the back of his hand. But it’s in moments like these that he finds himself aching for you, desperate to feel the fluttering walls of your pussy, the pitiful whimpers that fall from your kiss swollen lips. And, well. The skirt makes it all too easy.  

He places two hands on the backs of your thighs, runs them up until he’s pushing your skirt up over your waist. You pull away from his lips with a sneaky little smile, pointer finger stroking down the side of his face lazily. “Mm?” you tease, leaving a coy little peck against his mouth. “Now you wanna touch?” Jungkook rolls his eyes, snaps his teeth at your wandering finger when you draw it too close to his mouth. The giggle you let out is so damn precious, makes him want to put you in a glass case and never let anyone else touch you. Coincidentally, it also makes him want to rail you into the mattress until you cry. 

“I’ll fucking ruin you, doll,” he settles on murmuring, subtly pushing you down against him. A soft giggle. Jungkook knows it’s your favorite nickname, even if you won’t admit it. He's the only one allowed to call you it, something about his intentions being pure or whatever, he’s not really sure. Anyway, you’re still so cute and soft on top of him, blinking slowly and prettily, so he’s dragging it out a bit, hoping you’ll become more alert in a few more minutes. 

As sleepy as you may be, you never miss out on a chance to rile him up. “As if, doll,” you retort, his nickname for you rolling off your tongue seamlessly. It sounds heavenly, sparks this weird emotion in him that he never considered before. Him, a doll? No way. But there’s something about the sweet lilt of your voice, the starry-eyed gaze you level him with, that has him throwing all reservations aside. Put him on a shelf and call him Barbie, because he would be anything you wanted him to be. 

Anyway, Jungkook’s sappy thoughts last all of two seconds before he’s rolling you over, successfully trapping you beneath his body. “Oh, so scary,” you feign, hands fluttering to clutch at your chest. 

He glides his hands down your body, let’s them trail over your hip and down the side of your thigh. “Don’t get sassy with me,” he warns, thumb peeking beneath the hem of your skirt. Jungkook really wants to burn the piece of fabric this time, because after all that time it spent torturing him with its halfhearted attempts at covering you, it chooses now to do it properly. 

Hands are thrown around his shoulders, the overwhelming scent of your perfume and body wash tickling his nose when you pull him in for another kiss. “Or what?” you purr, irises swirling with lust. “Gonna use your manly man strength to hold me down?” 

He shushes you with a kiss, slow and languid just how you like. Your taste is familiar, feels like coming home, so Jungkook can’t be blamed for getting too carried away. It starts gentle— it always does. But then a tiny mewl gets stuck in your throat, the following moan swallowed by his tongue, and Jungkook nearly loses it. He nips at your bottom lip, waits patiently for you to open up for him, and when you do he wastes no time diving in. Your tongue against his is slick and wet, makes the most lewd sound. Your little sharp intakes of air fill the gaps, shuddery breaths that Jungkook takes as a good sign. 

He strikes while the iron is still hot. 

It’s amidst your lazy kissing that he secures his hands around your waist, two reassuring squeezes thrown your way before he’s abruptly rolling onto his back again. “Kook!” you squeal, clutching at the front of his shirt. A pouty frown paints your face, sleepy eyes narrowing him with a rather unimpressed look, tainted with the barest hints of confusion. 

Jungkook grins, reaching back to yank his pillow out from beneath his head. “On my face,” he commands suddenly, and you snort. 

“What?” you ask a little incredulously, leaning back to level him with an even more lost expression. “Since when do we do that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Since I decided twenty seconds ago,” he answers rather bluntly. You still don’t look too convinced. It’s not a position the two of you have ever tried. You’re a little on the sappy side, always like to look at his face while you fuck, hold his cheeks in your palms, kiss him sweetly. On the one hand, Jungkook totally gets it; he’ll proudly admit that the sight of your orgasming face paired with your fantastic tits have done him many favors these past few months. 

However, Jungkook is a lover of head. Giving or receiving, it’s very high on his list of sexual acts and whoever invented oral deserved all the praise in the world. Not only did you look drop dead gorgeous with his cock in your mouth— tears trailing down your cheeks, drool clinging to the corners of your lips —but you also looked absolutely sexy receiving it. 

Kinda. 

Probably. 

Okay, so maybe Jungkook can’t really say, considering he always has a hard time catching a glimpse of your face when he’s down there licking and slurping your clit like a madman. Which is what leads him to this exact moment, an experiment weeks in the making. Jungkook has a theory that needs to be tested. “Please ride the fuck out of my face,” he tries, hoping the polite tone will win you over. 

He’s met with an eye roll. Still, you’re kinder than you let on. “Okay,” you give in, and Jungkook will remember your heroism for the rest of his life. “But only because being on top is empowering.” He just barely contains an over-enthusiastic fist pump into the air, settling on a rather modest smile that has you leaning down to kiss him again. You reach for the zipper on the side of your skirt. “Just let me—“

“The skirt stays on,” he says quickly, hand on your wrist to stop you from removing his most favorite article of clothing. 

“Baby,” you say, giving him a rather serious look. “It’ll cover your face.”

“It won’t,” he urges, reaching for the buttons on your blouse instead. Jungkook has had one too many encounters with tops like these, and has long since learned not to tear them apart like a crazed psycho. As much as he loves the sound of your buttons scattering across his bedroom floor, he can’t say he’s too fond of the scolding he inevitably gets afterwards. Anyway, the shirt comes off and so does your bra, leaving your tits in his face, tiny skirt on your hips. “Get up here,” he murmurs, ushering you up his body until your knees are pressing into the mattress right above his shoulders. 

If it was up to Jungkook, he would have just grabbed your hips and shoved his face against your pussy. Luckily, it’s not, and your common sense shines through just in time. “One sec,” you say, and then finally, finally, the blue panties come off. 

And then it’s just Jungkook and your glistening pussy. 

“Holy fuck,” he groans, taking the opportunity to wrap his arms around your thighs. You squeak when he pulls you closer, hand instinctively reaching for the front of your skirt to hold away from his face. The view from here is heavenly, just your swollen clit, gorgeous tits, and shy face. 

The muscles in your thighs are a little stiff. Or maybe you’re just nervous. Jungkook isn’t sure, all he knows is that it takes one encouraging tug for you to finally sit on his face. He doesn’t even register the surprised gasp that leaves your throat because he’s too busy tasting your pussy from an all new position. And it’s absolutely amazing. 

Something about the position, having you carefully poised above him, does something to Jungkook. He likes to think he knows your body inside and out, knows what makes you melt and what makes you scream. He knows just how to lap at your cunt until you’re cumming, and how many fingers it takes for you to really feel it. But it’s like having you in this position changes all of that, rearranges all the tidbits of information Jungkook has spent months collecting. 

(Jungkook is a meticulous man; he’s got a near perfect GPA right now that was the direct result of his carefully crafted note-taking techniques. Whether or not he abused the power of his perfectionist learning abilities to master the mechanisms of his girlfriend’s libido was no one's business but his own.) 

One kitten lick against your swollen pearl makes you buck forward, clit brushing against his nose. Jungkook can’t remember you ever doing that on the first lick. “O- oh my—,” you cry, all airy and whiny. Your hand is pressed to the wall behind his bed, the other bunching the front of your skirt just above your mound. He’s rather happy to learn that, just as he’d hypothesized, this position does give him a better view of you. 

He’s graced with the sight of your face, twisted up in pleasure. It’s the stereotypical eyes squeezed shut, lip caught between your teeth look. But there’s something different about it knowing that he’s gotten this reaction out of you with his mouth alone. 

Jungkook quickly repositions you over him, tugging you back until his tongue is lined up with the front of your slit. You’re so warm down here, make him feel like he’s drowning with your heady scent alone. Tentatively, he lets his tongue dip between your folds, the very tip nudging your swollen clit. A moan tears itself from your throat, the hand that had been flush against the wall suddenly jumping forward to bury itself in his hair. “Oh- oh, fuck,” you shiver, hips jolting forward once more. 

You taste good on his tongue, the arousal that coats your lips is sticky and sweet. When he laps his tongue along your folds, quivering hole to stiffened bud, you let out a sob that resonates deeply within Jungkook. And also Jungkook’s cock, which stirs beneath his trousers in excitement. What was once the focus of his mission, a quick handfuck to sedate himself before finishing his research paper, has long since been forgotten. It’s for the greater good, he tells himself, blinking up at you from between your thighs. 

Eye contact lasts for exactly three seconds before you’re looking away bashfully, the fist clutching at your skirt trembling against your tummy. You’re so fucking pretty, Jungkook’s heart can’t take it. 

And so he sets out on a mission to make you cum as soon as possible, abandoning his slow kitten licks in favor of suctioning his lips around your clit. “Kook,” you wail, tugging at his hair. Whether you do it purposely or not, Jungkook is a little shocked by how good the pain feels. It’s not an emotion he can ponder long, because then you’re using that same grip in his hair to tilt his head backwards, jerkily moving over him. 

It’s rough and sudden, the buck against his face, but Jungkook loves it. The drag of your pussy against his lips, the wet glide of your juices smearing across his chin and Cupid’s bow. It all feels so good, and the fact Jungkook is getting a front row seat to the absolutely torn look on your face is just the cherry on top. 

Jungkook has seen you make a lot of faces. He’s seen you shiver and drool as he nails you into your bed. He’s seen you sniffle and sob as he slowly fucks you in a rose petal filled bubble bath (a six month anniversary special planned by yours truly). He’s even seen your mirrored reflection fall apart as you bounced away on his lap in front of a mirror. 

He’s never seen you like this before. 

Needy and desperate, moaning his name softly, practically humping his face in your greed. Tiny skirt clutched against your waist, tits bouncing as you hurriedly grind against him. He has half the mind to burn this scene into his eyelids for the rest of his life. 

He’s given up on doing anything with his tongue, simply sticking it out for you to do as you wish. Normally, he’s not a huge fan of letting you do things yourself. After all, Jungkook was your boyfriend. Making you cum was his job. But you’re moving so fast, so frantic, in your mission to cum. So Jungkook sits back and lets you go to town on his mouth as a series of moans spill from your lips. 

And then something unforgivable happens. 

Jungkook will admit it: he’s staring at you almost a little too dreamily, heart eyes and all. He thinks you’re fucking hot, taste like heaven and have these absolutely delicious boobs bouncing up and down. He’s a little distracted by your glorious figure that he doesn’t notice one crucial bit of information. 

Your hand. 

The desperate need to cum has your muscles weakening, thighs moving at a latent pace, and, much to Jungkook’s horror, hands trembling. It’s your own pleasure that lets the unimaginable happen: your skirt flutters down. Your grip on it loosens and before Jungkook knows it, the sight of your pretty face and nice tits are gone, snatched away before his very eyes. Even your wet cunt is impossible to see, his world suddenly shrouded in darkness. 

Leave it to Jungkook to foil his own horny plan with, well, his horniness. If only he wasn’t so hopelessly in love with the image of you in skirts. Maybe then he could bask in the beauty that was you riding his face. 

He acts fast, reaching for the material before he can miss out on anything. But the angle is weird, and without Jungkook’s hands holding your hips, you’re left weakly rolling forward instead. And he’s not the only one frustrated with this turn of events, your face quickly returning to its normal composed form as you level him with a frown. “Everything okay?” you pant. 

Everything was not okay, but Jungkook isn’t sure how to tell you that without ruining this delicate moment. So he tries to show you with actions instead, releasing the skirt he’s got in his fist and letting it flutter over his face again. You giggle. “I told you so.” 

It takes more willpower than he’d like to admit to pull away from your wet folds, pulling off with a lewd sound that has you biting your lip as you gaze down at him. “I told you so,” he mimics, a little mean but you don’t take it to heart. “Hold your skirt up.” 

You hum, the grip on his hair loosening as you push away his dark locks instead. “Mmmm,” you hum. “No.”

“No?” he repeats, actually really scandalized. Okay, so he’s a little spoiled when it comes to you— it’s not his fault! You made him like this, conditioned him to think that you would always give into his every whim because you were just so sweet and considerate and wanted him to be happy. And Jungkook also wants you to be happy, and in his opinion, being happy right now means having him fuck your pretty brains out for ever getting sassy with him. 

“I don’t listen to men,” you tease, followed by a cute little nod, skin still a little warm from your looming orgasm. Jungkook takes advantage of your tiny moment of weakness, and strikes like a viper.

A girlish squeal leaves your lips, hands stretching outwards as he knocks you backwards onto the mattress. “Jungkook,” you gasp, sprawled out artfully, beautifully, over his sheets now. He doesn’t waste a second longer, crawling over your body until you’re a shivering mess beneath him. 

Hand against your throat, the other blindly reaching for the front of his sweatpants. “What is it, doll?” he drawls meanly, reveling in the way your eyes roll back when his newly-freed cock lands against your slit. A choked gasp leaves your throat, lashes fluttering wildly until Jungkook loosens his grip. 

You’ve done a nice job riling yourself up, lips squelching wet and loose when he runs the tip of his cock along them. Your knees are pulled up for him, spread perfectly for him to fit between. You’re so good for him, Jungkook feels a little bad for how hard he’s going to fuck you now. 

The sympathy doesn’t last long.  

Once upon a time, you had been the epitome of a cute and sweet girlfriend. Had picked him up from class, encouraged him to do his homework, wore these cute little skirts around campus. Deep down inside, Jungkook knew everyone else was jealous of him— you were just so pretty and cute, a girl straight out of everyone’s dreams. 

Until he sunk his horny claws into you. Jungkook will be the first to admit he spends a little too much time browsing porn sites— he’s a man, cut him some slack —which had never caused him any problems before. Even when the two of you were just friends (pining ones at that), you had never seemed even remotely affected by his extensive pornographical knowledge. It was a known fact among your friend group that Jungkook’s best friend was his right hand. 

But then, of course, you started dating Jungkook and it was like a save file of all his horniest fantasies was downloaded directly into your brain. Which leads him to this. 

“Spit in my mouth,” you shiver, got these huge, watery eyes pointed his way. His cock twitches. 

There’s a little groan that tears itself from his throat when he leans forward, cock sliding along your folds, to grasp your chin between his fingers. “Open,” he commands, and you do. Your lower lip quivers, tongue pressed against it as you wait for Jungkook to spit down your mouth. He can’t say he regrets letting you peek through his porn stash, not when it leads to this, you whimpering at the hot glob of saliva he shoots down your throat. “Filthy,” he pants, memorizing the movement of your throat when you swallow like the good girl you are. 

Before he can write another twelve sonnets about that dazed look on your face, he’s roughly grabbing at your thigh. You whine, limbs so pliant beneath his touch, letting him hike your knee over his forearm as he tugs you closer. “Fuck,” he groans, reaching down to align himself with your quivering hole. You’re still so wet, make the most lewd sound when he sinks into you. Not that Jungkook really hears it, the sound of your strained moans practically drowning everything else out. 

“Fuck,” you cry, one hand clutching at his forearm, the other toying with your breast. It’s a magnificent sight, and Jungkook is suddenly feeling a little cocky when he realizes he’s the only one who gets to see this. It’s this presumptuous nature that fuels the first round of thrusts into your cunt, fast and full. He makes sure you feel every inch of him, tip to base, as he pistons his hips forward. “J— Jungkook,” you pant, back arching beneath him. 

You take it so well, walls sucking him in every time he draws back out. “I’ve got you, doll,” he moans, hiking your leg further over his shoulder. Every roll of his hips has your tits bouncing back and forth, lower lip as well with the dopey, open-mouthed look you got on for him. And the damned skirt that got him here, fucking you with a punishing pace, sits perfectly around your waist. He has half the mind to take it off for you, briefly wonders if it hurts, but just looking at it reminds him of about thirty-seven pornos he’s seen. So it stays on, works alongside your lovestruck face to actively rewrite all those pornos anew with you starring in them instead. 

It sure helps when you start your usual mindless babbling. “I love you,” you gasp, face screwed up in pleasure. “I- I love you so much.” 

He’s contemplating doing a study on you and your weird mid-fuck confessions. You do this a lot, and while Jungkook doesn’t mind, it sure does leave him curious. “Love you too, baby,” he says anyway, repositioning his arms so he can hold your waist with both hands. 

“Really?” you ask, voice so whiny, eyes brimming with tears. From emotion or your need to cum, Jungkooks not sure. (Hence the need for a study!) 

Another brutal thrust that has you moaning loudly. “Really,” he reassures you, glancing down to watch his cock sink into your hole as he picks up the pace. Your arms are practically limbless, and his stomach is beginning to feel tight. The end was soon. “Love your pretty little face.”

Another whine, your fingers pulling at your pebbled nipples. “M- My pretty face?” you whimper, blink these long lashes up at him. They make Jungkook go a little mad, bring on a wave of jackhammer thrusts that cut your moans into choppy little cries instead. 

“Prettiest girl I know,” he groans, not once stopping the movement of his hips. You’re quivering like a leaf beneath him, your entire body locking up as Jungkook guides you toward orgasm. “A fucking doll, baby— so beautiful for me,” he praises. 

It’s exactly what you want to hear— secretly, Jungkook hypothesizes that you’re a little bit of an attention whore —crying out when he slows to a grind against you. Each roll of his hips has him rubbing over your swollen bud, leaves you trembling until you’re eventually unraveling beneath him. “Oh- Oh, fuck— Jungkook—“ you sob, writhing beneath him as you cream his cock. 

Your tits look amazing, nipples stiff from your arousal and all the attention you’d been giving them. Your features soften, gasps framed by your pillowy lips. As Jungkook has said before, your pretty face was the most dangerous weapon. 

He manages a few more pistons of his hips, mostly for reputation sake, before he’s eventually pulling out. His right hand, once the sole hero of his solo sessions, makes a valiant return now as he jacks himself off over you. It takes a few harsh pulls of his cock until he’s spurting his jizz over you, painting your tummy and your tits in white ribbons of cum. You flinch, a tiny whimper leaving your throat at the mess he makes. “Fuck,” he groans one last time. 

When it’s over, you have the audacity to shyly pull down the front of your skirt. As if your tits aren’t out and about, but Jungkook pretends he doesn’t see it. Instead, he channels his energy into peppering your face in kisses. “Best girl,” he praises, even though he knows you hate the nickname. “My beautiful feminist queen.” 

A pinch against his cheek. It hurts like hell, but he endures it for now, still very much in love with your performance today. “Get me a towel,” you huffily ask, uncomfortable with the jizz sticking to your tummy, as if he didn’t spit in your mouth a few minutes ago. 

His research paper is waiting for him at his desk, the materials he’d spent weeks collecting waiting to be typed up. But his girlfriend is so soft and sleepy, asking him to stay for another nap. 

There was never a choice.

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Hey Exiled. I wanted to say that your fics are super amazing and as an aspiring writer, I want to be as good as you. Hope you are doing well.

Possible Trigger Warning(?)

This is for if/when your requests open up again, but imagine Xiao or Albedo with an s/o that’s being tortured and they’re forced to watch. Like they can’t do anything to save them and end up losing their s/o. (I mean for this to inflict pain as this is my favorite troupe. It can honestly work with anyone; I just chose these two boys because they are my favorites)

Today we woke up and we chose violence 🤝finally got around to working on this, I think it's about time I seriously manifest Hu Tao even tho I'm all fluffy lately ywy I love this community, you all give me the best brain juice ehehh Edit: Also also awww thank you for your kind words, sweetie, I'm sure you're already good in your own way!

Blood Money

Albedo and Xiao witness their S/O getting tortured... Blood, violence, the obvious stuff. And also death warning, read at your own risk. (masterlist)

With every punch sends nothing but painful regret into his gut.

His fragile and weak body was beaten into submission, and Albedo comes to spite himself over realizing just how useless he is without his Vision, how useless he would be with it either way. Maybe if he knew the things that would transpire, he would have taken great consideration into mastering his element.

The cloaked man pulls harshly at his ruined braid, forcing him to watch now in full attention.

He almost vomits at the sound of your bone grinding and snapping as they pull it back, your grazed throat able to let out a choked scream that sends shivers to his own body. For the first time in his whole life, tears threatened to spill as it forms at the brim of his eyes.

"Please..." the sword embedded in your side twists to deliver a seering pain, another scream forcing its way through your senseless whimpers, "Please... let them go..."

Your face was smacked flat against the floor, breathing heavy but barely there as a foot presses at the nape of your neck, placing a dangerous weight at your spine/throat as your oxygen supply starts to fade.

"That person right there is the reason your research has been stagnant," the one holding him down spoke in held fury as he chooses his words through grinded teeth, "Khaenri'ah needs its cure and you're here playing house. You ought to learn your lesson."

You're awfully silent and still. Albedo's sedated body struggles helplessly, breathe quickening as fear in its purest form bubbles within him. He gingerly calls out your name; no response, it only made the man put more pressure on your neck.

"No, please, stop. I was- I was on an expedition, in Dragonspine. I was sent by the Knights- I-I couldn't refuse..."

A swift, muffled crack makes him scream. Horrified and shocked. The tears are now that of a waterfall, sobs and cries for your name in hopes that you would respond. You didn't.

"Wrong answer."

Ever since the day Albedo comes walking into Mondstadt with your corpse cradled in his arms, not even the Knights had seen him walk out of his laboratory, dead eyes never meeting anyone's stare. The Alchemist is in grief and denial, that's what they theorized, for the reason that Albedo never once muttered anything else under his breath besides his research.

Timaeus and Sucrose, despite being apprentices and assistants, never stepped foot into his laboratory either. Banned, even. Klee too never had the chance to see him again, his laboratory was permanently locked. Perhaps he just needed time, something all the Knights thought.

"I'm almost done," and time is exactly what he wants. Even if you're nothing but a rotting corpse in his lab, he'll get to you soon enough. "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust. I'll defy those laws for you, my love."

Xiao and the constant plague of his built up karma haunts him whether he has his eyes closed or not.

The problem with it is the fact that when it manifests, it's usually a vivid phenomenon that only he is witness to. It alarms him more than anyone of its recent manifestations, corrupting nearby Hilichurls and whole cavern of monsters, his debt is sipping and he's not sure what else it could hurt, because it can hurt anything at this point.

So when he lifts his head from his usual shackles of karmic binds, he was more than horrified to see you, his ray of hope entangled the same way. "What are you doing here-" his sudden question halts upon your pained grunt, the binds wrapped around your arms pulling in opposite directions.

The pain is slow and daunting, Xiao realized at the way your face scrunches up as it pulls more. Desperate to stop your hurting, he struggles against his own karmic binds. Yet the thousand years of burden do not relent so easily.

"Our lives are cut off because of your slaughter. What makes you think you deserve reconciliation with life after taking thousands of others?"

A bind finds its way around your throat and tightens, your grunts muffled into choking desperately for air, body writhing in an effort to pull away from all your shackles. Xiao doesn't like it, not one bit of how he struggles to break free, how powerless he feels at the current situation when he should be protecting you from harm.

"Xi..." He tugs at his left arm to angle his leg, hoping to latch it around the upper bind to pull it. What was of his composure now when his desperation and alarm is evident on his face? "X-Xiao ngh-"

Distracted from his own struggles, Xiao peels his stare away and onto your form, eye widening and moistening at the sight of red and blood forming by the junction of your arms and torso. A manifestation of the consumed festered souls summons behind your form with a wicked smile, long nails of jet black traces your flexed body while piercing at your skin as it passes.

Your struggles for air mixes in with pain raised tenfold, breathless screams for every puncture. You couldn't even look at him anymore. "Please," the Yaksha cries out in his most vulnerable, "Stop hurting them. Please... This is between you and me..."

"If you want us to stop,

then you'll have to stop too."

In the domain of his mind, only those that lingers, that should linger are the thousands of devoured, demonic souls that make up his debt. There is no room for anything else. Xiao hangs his head low and there he weeps in silence in a place where he is not a weapon, only a man reminiscent of his youngness and naivety.

Here he is no Xiao.

Here he is Alatus.

They smile.

"Xiao?" You wave your hand by his face, snapping your fingers (and failed miserably) enough times for him to finally zone out of his sudden trance in the middle of your comversation. "Is something wrong?" Your confused expression is different from his steeled, yet wide eyed one.

And without a word, he vanished from your sight. A look over his shoulder, of regret and hurt, was the last of your memory of him. In his eyes you are dead to him; in his mind your light has no place in it.

I have realized I do not want to scar you that much. Ironically. Asks spam after this so turn your notifs off after.

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