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[kwanisms]

Kinkuary 07 Yeosang — degradation // panties

➥ dom!Yeosang × brat!Reader summary: Yeosang hates it when his girlfriend talks back so he decides to shut her up so he can use her without her running her mouth like the little brat she is. wc: 3.8k warnings: afab reader, adult dialogue, sexual content (minors dni!): dom!Yeosang, bratty!Reader, degradation (use of slut, whore, dirty/naughty girl, bitch, etc), Yeosang goes feral when the reader wears his favorite lingerie, use of panties as a gag, fingering, protected sex (reader is on birth control), a couple spanks, some hair pulling, Yeosang goes hard and rough but the aftercare is incredible and the post nut snuggles are 👌🏻 Permanent taglist: @yoonguurt @candidupped @dejavernon Kinkuary full taglist: @baldi-2 @wonderfulshinee @lacie220900 @sup-dallyboy @drunk-on-dk @violagoth @mixling-blog Ateez taglist: @2hodefender @babyhailey819 @foxylilbitch @rdiamond2727 @indigo35 @sanjoongie @moonlightsora MINORS WILL BE BLACKLISTED & BLOCKED. Join the taglist!

a/n: i didnt mess up this time and remembered to finish editing the whole thing! Lmao anyway I almost made this a dom!Reader but I suck at writing those because I've never dommed in my life lmao plus, the idea of being a brat to Yeosang and having him shove my panties in my mouth to shut me up is top tier in my honest opinion. But don't worry, there will be more dom!Reader content later this month! As always, this is a work of fiction and all characters are not reflective of their respective irl counterparts. for entertainment purposes only. banner made by me. I do not allow reposts or translations of my works. All my works are ©️ kwanisms.

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“Yeah? And what are you gonna do about it?”

Yeosang sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose and closing his eyes.

‘I love my girlfriend. I love my girlfriend,’ he told himself repeatedly in his head.

And it was true. He really did love you. You were one of the few people in the world that truly understood him.

It was rare for him to find someone who understood his humor, or could relate to him on a deeper level than whether or not they like pancakes or waffles more.

He’d never met someone he wanted to spend hours upon hours talking to about anything and everything until he met you.

He’d have to send Wooyoung another thank you card for bringing you to him.

Your existence was truly a blessing to Yeosang, but sometimes it was a curse.

Particularly when you were being a brat. Like right now.

God, when you acted like a brat, it drove Yeosang up the wall but he wasn’t above putting you in your place.

“Please, Y/N,” Yeosang tried again, attempting to be reasonable and not snap.

“Today is not the day to get on my bad side.”

He could see the way you tried to hide a smirk. ‘Goddamn it.’

“Oh really? And why is that?” you asked, sitting up on the bed in your shared bedroom.

Yeosang curled his fingers into his palms, balling his hands into fists.

You were really testing his patience today and he was over it.

“Y/N, honey, please. Just do this for me and don’t question me,” he asked, pleading with you to listen.

“Oh, breaking out the pet names now?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“You really think that’s gonna sway me?”

‘Oh, that’s it.’

Yeosang moved in an instant, pushing you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you and hovering over you.

“I asked you nicely three times. You know what happens when you don’t listen?”

You tried to push him off you but he grabbed your wrists, pinning them above your head and pushing your thighs apart with his knee.

“Let me go,” you hissed, trying to pull free but he wasn’t going to give in easily.

“I’m gonna teach you a lesson,” he growled, sitting back and shifting as he pulled you up, dragging you over his lap until your ass was in front of him.

“Yeos-AAH!” You cried out as his hand made contact with your ass, the sound ringing out.

“Count,” he ordered. You looked over your shoulder at him. “No,” you replied defiantly. Yeosang’s eyes narrowed and he landed another smack on your ass.

You cried out again, skin tingling from the pain. “Stop it!” You tried wriggling in his grasp but Yeosang held you still. “If you won’t hold still, I’ll tie you down!” He growled. “I’d like to see you try!” You hissed.

Yeosang threw you back onto the bed, getting up and moving to the dresser that stood against the wall. He pulled out something long and red and before you had a chance to get away, he had both your wrists bound together with the red satin rope and was using the tail to tie you to the footboard.

“Let me go, Yeosang!” You said, pulling on the rope and trying to yank it free but knowing your boyfriend, he tied the knot too well for it to just come loose.

You looked up at him, watching the way his chest rose and fell with each labored breath. His hair was tussled, strands falling into his face. He combed his fingers through his hair, pushing the stray strands away.

“Now you should calm down,” he said, kneeling on the bed.

“Like hell I will!” You growled at him. You felt another sharp smack to your bottom, making you moan this time. “I told you I’d teach you a lesson,” he said, moving to kneel behind you. “What are you doing?” You asked, trying to look over your shoulder at him. You felt his hands on your hips, smoothing over your shorts.

“Did you know you’re soaked through your shorts?” Yeosang asked, eyeing the wet patch where your crotch was. “No I didn’t,” you protested.

“Then did you piss yourself?” He demanded. “No!”

Yeosang returned his gaze to your clothed pussy.

“Then let’s have a look,” he said, grabbing the waistband of your shorts and yanking them down with your underwear, exposing your obviously wet pussy to him.

“Yeosang!” You said indignantly, cheeks burning with embarrassment.

“So you’re telling me you aren’t wet right now?” He asked, inspecting you, bringing a finger to your clit and swiping over it, collecting some of your arousal.

Your body jolted at the sensation and you dropped your head, letting out a whimper.

You heard Yeosang chuckle from behind you. Your head snapped back up. “What’s so funny?” You asked.

“You are,” he said, smoothing his hand over your ass, admiring the marks from spanking you just moments ago.

“How am I funny?” You demanded, still trying to glance back at Yeosang.

You felt him get off the bed and tried twisting to see where he went.

Suddenly you felt his hand close around one of your ankles and tug, forcing you to fall onto the mattress and a yelp to erupt past your lips. With you stretched out, he removed your shorts and panties fully.

“You could have asked for my help!” you whined, rolling onto your side to look at him. Your eyes widened when you realized he was holding your panties in his hand, staring at them intently. His head turned slowly to gaze at you, making you feel smaller and like prey caught in a trap and a predator happened upon you.

“So you thought you’d just wear these and I wouldn’t find out?” Yeosang asked, his voice low as he walked around to the footboard of the bed. You swallowed the lump in your throat, your words failing you.

In his hand was a pair of black mesh panties. They were part of a set that Yeosang had claimed was his favorite one and one you knew he loved to see you wear. The back was made up of a complex mess of straps while the front was the mesh material. The matching bra, which you were indeed wearing, was the same black mesh with straps made from a soft black elastic,

Yeosang grabbed your shirt by the hem and pulled it over your head, letting it fall onto your arms.

“You were prepared,” he said admiring the black mesh and the way it looked against your skin.

“You planned this, didn’t you?” He asked. You shook your head. “No. My comfy set is in the wash,” you answered. It was the truth. Your comfiest set of underwear was in the wash and this was the next most comfortable.

“Sounds like a lie,” he said, walking back around to the side of the bed and climbing on behind you.

“It’s the truth!” You whined as he grabbed your hips and pushed you onto your stomach before he pulled you up onto your knees, keeping your chest pressed against the mattress.

Yeosang scoffed, not buying your explanation. “Uh-huh. Sure it is, slut,” he said. You opened your mouth to talk back but gasped when you felt him pull your ass back against him, grinding his hard erection into you.

He leaned over, a smirk on his face. “What, no witty comeback?” He asked before pressing a kiss to your shoulder and leaning closer to your ear. “Color?”

That was something you loved about Yeosang. No matter what role he slipped into, he made sure to check with you that you were okay. You’d both decided to use the color system in addition to a safeword. When he wasn’t sure whether or not to continue, he’d ask you for a color. Green for good, yellow for change, and red for stop.

“Green,” you whispered, trying to hide your smile as he pulled himself upright.

“God,” he said, looking down where your wet heat had rubbed against his pants, leaving a noticeable wet patch.

“You’re so wet that you could soak my pants,” he said, giving your hips a firm squeeze.

“I bet you’re so wet you could take my cock right now without any prep,” he added, moving his hands to your ass and spreading you so he could see your cunt unobstructed. “Wanna test it?” He asked, a hint of amusement to his voice.

“You wouldn’t,” you said, voice shaking. His hands were so close to where you wanted them yet so far from giving you any sort of friction.

“I wouldn’t?” Yeosang asked, fingers digging into your skin, nails leaving crescent shapes behind.

“You don’t have it in you,” you said, your words hitting him unprepared. “You’re so whipped for this pussy.”

Without a word, Yeosang shoved two fingers into your dripping cunt, making you gasp.

“You mean this pussy?” He asked, curling his fingers slightly, making you whimper. “The one I’m going to fuck until I’ve pumped it full of my cum? The one that only I get to fuck? That pussy?”

You moaned, walls clenching around his fingers. “The-ng- the only way you’re getting it is by tying me down, Yeosang,” you replied, your hands balling into fists as Yeosang slowly pumped his fingers in and out of you.

“To teach you a lesson,” he retorted. “You’re being such a damn brat.”

You let a giggle slip out as you pushed back into his hand and just as quickly as he filled your cunt with his fingers, he left it empty, making you whine.

“Only good girls get to cum,” he said, leaning over your back as he brought his fingers to your mouth. “Open.”

You turned your head, refusing to obey him. “Don’t make me ask again, Y/N,” he growled, grabbing your chin with the other hand and bringing his fingers to your lips. “Open your fucking mouth, slut.”

He held your chin in place as you reluctantly parted your lips, allowing him to push his fingers into your mouth and onto your tongue, making you taste yourself. “Clean them,” he barked. Rather than make a fuss as his fingers were already in your mouth, you obeyed, tongue swirling around his fingers and sucking your arousal off them.

Yeosang released your chin, pleased with your compliance but he knew it wouldn’t last. It never did with you.

You, who liked to push his buttons. You, who liked to talk back and make things much more difficult than they needed to be. You were defiant in every way and tonight, Yeosang would finally put you in your place. If that was with a rough fucking, then so be it.

You opened your mouth, tilting your head back to show him that you could listen. He pulled his fingers from your mouth. “See?” You said, eyes shutting, quite pleased with yourself. “I can listen when I want to,” you added.

“So it would seem,” Yeosang said softly, his fingers keeping your mouth open as he looked inside it.

Without warning, he shoved something into your mouth, causing you to cry out in shock and your eyes to open.

“Don’t you dare push that out,” he growled, grabbing your chin and forcing you to look at him. The ferocity in his voice made your legs quiver, sending chills up your spine. He’d never been so rough before and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you.

Yeosang waited for you to nod before his expression softened. “Green?” He asked softly. You nodded again and he let go of you.

“I’m gonna fuck that attitude out of you,” he said in that same tone from before.

You heard the sound of his belt and a zipper being pulled before a slight rustle of cloth. Assuming he pushed his pants down, you waited for him to enter you, bracing yourself as you felt the tip of his cock rub against you ever so slightly but made no move to push into you.

After a couple moments, you opened your mouth to ask what the hold up was but found yourself unable to speak as Yeosang suddenly rammed into you, a scream ripping from your throat.

“Oh that’s new,” Yeosang said with a chuckle. “I’ve never made you scream before.”

“Mmhhmm,” you moaned, the sound muffled by the panties stuffed in your mouth. Your walls clenched around him as you tried to adjust to the sudden intrusion.

“Have I rendered you speechless in one thrust?” He asked in a mockingly sweet tone. “Where’s that attitude now?”

He didn’t give you a chance to respond, even with the gag, before he started a punishing pace, his hips hitting your ass with each hard thrust. “I knew you’d take my cock easily,” he said, his breathing shaky as he continued to pound into you.

“Such a receptive little slut,” he purred, one hand tangling in your hair and pulling back, arching your back and making you moan again as his hips continued their assault. “Still green, baby?” He whispered near your ear, loosening his grip on your hair so you could nod quickly. “Good girl,” he said, a rare praise that made your heart swell and sent butterflies to your stomach.

His grip tightened and he pulled back again.

Moans left your mouth, muffled by your gag, with each hard thrust he gave you. His cock hit deeper than he’d ever hit before, making you see stars in your vision. You could feel something running down the inside of your thighs and assumed it was your own arousal. “F-fuuuck,” Yeosang groaned from behind you.

“You take my cock so well. Such a greedy little cunt you have,” he added, punctuating his sentence with a harsh thrust. He looked down where your bodies connected and was surprised to see how you’d gotten even wetter as he fucked you.

“Looks like you’re making a mess. You’re so fucking filthy,” he scoffed. “What a dumb, dirty little whore. You like being used like this?” He asked, leaning forward and pulling your head back to look up at him.

You were an absolute vision. Black panties shoved into your mouth, cheeks red and eyes glossed over. “Shit, look at you,” Yeosang said, a smirk forming on his face. “You love this, don’t you? Being tied up and letting me use this tight little hole, you just love it don’t you?”

You couldn’t respond, even if you didn’t have your panties in your mouth.

Yeosang's hips slowed to a stop, making you ask what he was doing, albeit in a very muffled voice.

When he didn’t answer, you pushed back against him, urging him to move. You felt his hand make contact with your ass cheek, your body reacting and a moan sounding from your throat.

“Are you that needy you have to fuck yourself on my cock? Can’t wait for me?”

You shook your head, knowing if he thought you didn’t need him to move, he’d make you do all the work.

Yeosang let out a growl, resuming the same unrelenting pace from before.

“You’re lucky I’m not in the mood to play,” he panted.

His hands held your hips, pulling you back to meet each thrust, making more muffled moans slip past your gag. You dug your fingers into the sheets, trying to ground yourself against his force.

“That’s it,” he groaned. “Just sit there and take what I give you, stupid slut,” he growled.

Your head dropped, forehead resting against your forearms, eyes shutting as you lost yourself in the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls with each thrust, the head hitting your most sensitive spots. You weren’t going to last if he kept going like this.

“You falling asleep?” He asked, the dominant tone in his voice gone. It was replaced by pure concern.

You lifted your head, shaking it and putting his worry at ease.

“Green?” He asked, confirming you were still good. You nodded again.

“Good, I’m close. Are you close?” He whispered. You nodded with a moan, your walls squeezing him as your orgasm drew closer and closer.

Yeosang reached around your stomach, darting between your thighs and finding your clit and drawing circles in time with his thrusts. You let out a cry, body tensing as your climax started to wash over you. “That’s it, come for me,” Yeosang whispered, his lips inches from your ear. “Good girl. You did so well.”

The soft tone of his voice as he coaxed you through your orgasm had your mind reeling, thighs squeezing together as the aftershocks of your high rolled over you.

The constant convulsing of your cunt around his cock pushed Yeosang over the edge and he came inside you, filling your heat with his load as he continued to thrust erratically, fucking his cum further into you as a small amount spilled out of your used hole, rolling down your thighs and dripping onto the bed below.

“Fuck!” Yeosang growled, his hips finally stilling and his cock buried deep inside your already full cunt.

He pulled his hand away from your swollen and sensitive clit, pulling your panties from your mouth and tossing them somewhere in the room. He’d worry about them later.

“Talk to me baby,” he murmured, pressing light kisses to your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

You nodded, body shaking as you tried to keep yourself up but your thighs were numb and shaking.

“I can’t feel my legs,” you muttered. Yeosang pulled out of you, wincing as more of his cum spilled out of you. He was gonna have to wash the sheets tonight.

“Hang on, baby,” he said, pulling his pants up and zipping them up. He moved around the bed to untie you from the footboard. He worked quickly, untying your wrists and pulling the rope from them, letting it fall to the floor. Another thing he’d worry about later.

He carefully laid you down on your side, hands moving to massage your thighs. “I’ll be right back,” he said softly, getting up from the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

You heard the water running and a moment later, he reappeared, stripping himself of his clothes and pulling on clean ones.

He returned to your side, taking your wrists gently in his hands and rubbing the marks from the ropes.

“Was it too tight?” He asked, looking into your face. You shook your head. “No. Was perfect. Thank you,” you mumbled sleepily. Yeosang cupped your cheek, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips. “Stay awake, baby. You can’t go to sleep yet.”

“But ‘m so sleepy,” you whined. Yeosang chuckled, the hand on your cheek moving to comb through your hair. “I know sweetheart, but I can’t let you sleep until after I care for you. Can you walk?”

You shook your head again. “Legs don’t work.”

Yeosang stood up, scooting you towards the edge of the bed before lifting you carefully and carrying you into the bathroom. He set you on your feet, keeping you upright as the blood started to work its way back into your legs. He helped you lift your leg and lowered you into the hot bath water before turning it off.

“I’ll be right back,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your hair and disappearing through the door.

You inspected your wrists, the red marks from the rope starting to dissipate. You stretched your legs, trying to get the blood flowing again.

Yeosang returned after a few minutes, during which you were able to get your legs working. “You okay?” He asked, kneeling by the side of the tub, setting a fresh towel and clean clothes on the closed lid of the toilet.

“‘M okay, Yeo,” you affirmed, smiling at your boyfriend. He leaned in, capturing your lips in a tender kiss.

“You want to stay in there a little longer or get out?” He asked, nodding at the tub. “I could stay a little longer,” you answered. Yeosang moved to sit on the side of the tub, grabbing your favorite bath sponge. “Then lean forward for me a little bit?” He asked, smiling when you obliged him without fuss.

He carefully scrubbed and massaged your back, fingers working over your shoulders as well. Watching your reaction, Yeosang dragged the mesh sponge down your chest, past your stomach and between your legs. Your lips parted in a sigh as he worked the sponge against your skin soothingly, scrubbing off any remnants of his and your cum. He left no spot untouched and kept going until the water started to cool down.

Once you were clean, he pulled the plug and helped you stand, grabbing the towel and wrapping it around you. It wasn’t the first time Yeosang had helped dry your body and it wouldn’t be the last.

After he was certain you were sufficiently dry, he helped you dress, allowing you to hold his shoulder to keep balance as he held your underwear for you to step into, pulling it up and doing the same for your shorts. Your shirt was the easy part,

He led you back into the bedroom and you saw he’d pulled the sheets and put fresh ones on. He sat you down and sat next to you, grabbing a bottle of water from the side table where a plate of fruit sat as well.

You looked at him as he twisted the cap off the bottle of water.

“You always take such good care of me,” you muttered as he handed you the water, grabbing the plate of fruit and snacking on a grape.

“Well,” he said, swallowing his bite. “I may call you mean things during sex,” he explained.

“But you’re still my baby girl,” he added in a much quieter voice. “I wouldn’t be a very good boyfriend if I didn’t pamper you after what I just put your body through.”

You smiled again, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to his lips. “Thank you, Yeo,” you whispered.

The two of you finished off the fruit and water before climbing into bed. Yeosang reached over to turn off the lamp beside the bed, throwing the room into darkness before wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close.

“Yay,” you said softly, making him chuckle. “What?” He asked.

“This is my favorite part,” you replied. “What is? Sleeping?” Yeosang asked with a laugh.

“No,” you answered. “The snuggles.” Yeosang smiled at you in the darkness, kissing your hair.

“Ahh, the snuggles,” he repeated, you nodding in response.

“Yeah, post nut snuggles are the best.”

#ateez scenarios #ateez imagines #ateez smut #ateez x reader #kang yeosang #yeosang scenarios #yeosang imagines #yeosang smut #yeosang x reader #kwanisms kinkuary #kinkuary 2023

[angel-of-the-moons]

OH MY GOD I LOVE YOUR PAVI FUCSS SO LIKE I DECIDED TO TELL YOU MY IDEA WHERE BASSICALY,

Pairing - Younger sibling of Hobie!Reader

- Basically, reader is Hobies younger sibling and both of them were basically accidentally bitten by the same spider and so they both got recruited and since Hobie made friends with Pavi, he decides to introduce reader to Pavi and when they both meet, it was basically love at first sight!!

Omfg Nonnie you genius (a cliche as old as time)!

You Were A Punk, He Did Ballet

Pavitr Prabhakar x Spider Person!Reader (Hobie's Sibling)

TW/CW: None. Fluff as fluffy as Pavitr!

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It was weird. Not expected, like, at all.

Everyone knew it was weird, because Miguel friggin' O'Hara admitted it was weird.

Two people getting bit by the same radioactive spider?

Two Spider-People at the same time?

Two Spider-Punks?

Miguel could barely handle the one.

But, he figured it would be better to have you included in the Spider Society than have you in the dark, especially when your older brother Hobie was already pretty involved.

And so, your brother's tour of HQ started, prattling on about how Miguel would probably pull out all the stops on how you two typically kicked back and had unwound after your "hero crap."

Basically meaning "no spray paint, no loud obnoxious music, no fun".

But, you distracted yourself from the confining rules of your new "job" by saying hi to the people your brother introduced you to.

To say you were shocked was an understatement.

The pregnant Spider-Woman and the guy with a baby strapped to his chest? You could handle that.

But a freakin' T-Rex, a car, a cat... a popsicle?!

Miguel was worried about two punks?!

You adjusted one of your studded bracelets, sighing.

Your mask was off, revealing the heavy eyeliner and facial piercings you had. Yours weren't as basic as your brother's, you had some rhinestone studs to add a bit of "sparkle" to your visage. The chains and safety pins in your ears however were pretty on the bar.

"'Ey! There he is!" Hobie shouted, waving his arm in the air frantically to get the attention of another Spider-Man.

"Pavitr! Get yer arse over here and meet somebody!" He laughed.

The guy looked like he was about your age, might be older. But with the fact you're gonna be working with a sentient popsicle?

Easy peasy.

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Pavitr's heart did a funny flip-flop in his chest when he laid eyes on you.

You were breathtaking.

Probably literally, to people you were angry or fighting with...

Your heavy, smudged eye makeup, studded appearance, and punkish appearance for some reason hit him like a ton of bricks.

You were on the same level of fashion as Hobie, but something about you made butterflies fly around in his tummy and sweat break out on his palms.

Oh, god, you had a lip ring, too?

He swallowed and nervously patted his sides as Hobie practically shoved him to you and introduced you to him, and you watched as they did their typical play-fighting.

"This is my work bro, Pavitr. He's from another universe, too." Hobie grinned at you, leaning over to drape his arm over Pavitr's shoulder as the latter stared at you, wide eyes and blankly blinking.

"Sup. Hobie's told me a bit about you?" You say, tossing him a lopsided smirk that made his pulse skyrocket.

He felt like his knees were gonna give out when you grabbed his hand and shook it, giving a fist bump as you pulled away, carefully minding him with your spiked knuckles.

"Uh, it's, uh hi. Yeah." Pavitr fumbled, making you chuckle.

Oh, god, your laugh. It was perfect. Like a nice cold glass of water after a hot run.

And he suddenly found himself very thirsty.

Gwen came up and smirked at you, grabbing your hand to pull you away to show you something.

"C'mon, I gotta show you the cafeteria." She says.

You give Hobie and Pavitr a wink and a wave as you let the girl pull you away.

Hobie stared at Pavitr with the most frustratingly shit-eating smirk he's ever had.

"Cat got ya tongue, Pav?" He teased.

"No, I'm just--just tired! And I didn't know you had a sibling!" He sputtered, trying to shake him off.

"Oi, don't tell me you gotta crush on my sib already, Pav?!" Hobie grinned like a pierced shark.

"No!" Pavitr denied, his voice cracking and squeaking a bit with how hard he was denying it.

But, Hobie noticed the way Pavitr stared after you as you left with Gwen.

And again, he grinned.

#pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #spiderverse pavitr #atsv pavitr #answered #hobie brown #atsv hobie

[darklydeliciousdesires]

Runaway - Chapter One.

So... because of certain criminal activity from my beloved @withmyteeth​, the first chapter is here! I will leave it up to you guys, with how fast you want the chapters to come. 40 notes will unlock the next, but the majority vote on whether you want that to be immediate, or twice weekly will win, so be sure to let me know below in the comments. Chapters are all around 2k words or under, so a nice, quick read :) 

Previous chapters - Prologue

Taglist - In the comments

Words - 2,017

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, minors DNI!

The Locust and Fly. She’d been there once before with Shonda, she recalled, many years ago now. It was quite upscale, Hannah not figuring it to be the first place the biker who pulled up outside it would take her, but then again, he had stated he’d take her to the nearest bar, and that was just what it was.  

Climbing off the huge motorcycle, her legs still juddering from the powerful thrumming, she straightened her dress, glad it had been stretchy enough to hitch up over her thighs, and wide enough at the bottom to gather in her lap as they rode. Anything tighter wouldn’t have lent to motorcycle riding, not that such a pursuit was a factor in her original decision.  

She took a deep breath, pulling her little compact from her clutch and checking her appearance. Her face was fine, but two miles on the back of a bike with no helmet had played havoc with her neat updo. Rooting in her hair, she began to yank out the many pins holding it up, Manny removing his helmet and shades as he leaned back against his bike, waiting patiently for her to finish picking her hairdo apart.  

“So, I gotta ask. Why’d you run?”

Her reply was temporarily halted as she shook her head upside down, her shoulder length blonde waves finally free of their pinned prison, straightening once more. “I think that story will require the presence of drinks.”  

He snorted softly, straightening up. God, he was tall. Reaching, his fingers touched a pleasant warmth against her collarbone as he retrieved a hairpin that had hung on, holding it up between his long fingers. “Missed one.” Looking down at her, he was free to notice the simplicity of her beauty, very pretty in an unfussy way. Bright blue eyes, blonde hair, pale skin, a good facial symmetry. White girls weren’t who he usually went for, and he never had before, but her? He could go for her. He probably shouldn’t, given the circumstances, but he could.  

Hannah noticed it, too, the flicker of desire in his dark eyes. It made her stomach roll pleasantly, dropping her head for a moment, viewing the scattered pins upon the floor, all in a messy array. How fitting for her life at present, in the metaphorical sense. Looking back up at him, she watched his full lips curve into a smile, a set of perfect, pearly whites glistening in the mid-morning sun. “Let’s get you inside for that drink then, mamas.”  

She nodded, smiling, lifting up the fishtail of her gown as she followed him, suddenly pausing to look back over her shoulder, scared they might’ve been followed.  

“’Sup?” Manny spoke, noticing her reluctance.  

“Just making sure none of his family followed us, or Michael himself.” Her eyes scanned the traffic a little more before turning back to him.  

His eyebrows furrowed a little, holding out his hand to her. “Ain’t nothing gonna happen while you’re with me, Hannah. S’all good.” She could believe that, too, noticing the semi-automatic holstered beside his left hip. Reaching out, she took his hand, letting him lead her into the bar. They took a seat at the bar itself, the girl behind it taking their order, one beer and a large vodka with cranberry juice. Manny was just about to ask again about the story that had led to her jumping on the back of his Harley, when they were interrupted.

“Did you just get married? Oh, congratulations!” A middle-aged woman gushed as she approached.

“We did, and thank you,” Manny spoke before Hannah had chance, winking at her in a ‘go with it’ kind of way.

“May I see the ring?” she asked, taking Hannah’s left hand, but finding it lacking the presence of a wedding band. “Oh, you’re not wearing one?”

“My wife and I don’t wear our wedding rings on our fingers,” he then spoke.

“Oh! Is this a modern thing? Where do you wear them, then?”

She was a little slow on the uptake. “Use your imagination, darlin’.” His chirp, delivered with a devilish grin made the woman blush immediately.  

“Oh, oh I, I see,” she floundered. “Well, congratulations again.”

Hannah couldn’t help the snort laugh, covering her mouth with her hand. “You’re bad.”

“Oh, y’all got no idea.” he winked, and her stomach fluttered. Oh yes, he was gorgeous, she couldn’t help but notice. “So, the runaway bride thing. Do enlighten me.”

She truly had no idea where to begin with explaining it, sinking her drink and calling for two more before she did, taking her phone out, ready to pay. Manny immediately closed his hand over it though, shaking his head. “I got this. No lady pays for shit when she’s with me. I ain’t a gentleman in many ways, but this one I am.”  

“And if I argue?” she broached, cocking her head, her tongue touching the corner of her mouth.  

“Then you need to remember who saved your ass and do as you’re told, don’t you?”

She couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, he’s sparky, huh?”

He leaned in a little closer, absently passing a twenty-dollar bill across the bar to the waiting server, her laugh making his insides feel warm. “As I said, y’all got no idea.” Catching his scent, Hannah tightened her crossed legs, the aroma of Armani He flooding her nose. She’d attempted to get Michael to wear it in the past since it was her favourite, but he never would.  

“Anyway, about the running,” she began, taking a sip of her fresh drink. “I think I always had it in the back of my mind, that he wasn’t right, but tried to supress it. I thought it was my last chance at thirty-eight, that my age meant I was running out of options. And I am, really. The dating game is tough out there right now!”

His eyebrows fluttered. “Tell me about it.”

She found that hard to believe, being as good looking as he was. “So, anyway. It just hit me suddenly, when I turned around in the church and saw so few of my family there. Not even Shonda, my best friend attended, said she couldn’t watch me go through with it. That was when it dawned on me that she, my brothers, my grandparents, my other friends, my cousins, they were all right. So, I ran.”  

“Makes sense that you did it then. Now or never, like Elvis said,” he began, sipping his beer. “So, what did Shonda and the rest of your family and friends have against him? What’s the beef there?”

She took a breath, realising that listing all his faults would likely make it all the more real, how stupid she’d been for it all to only hit her upon her actual wedding day, that he wasn’t the right man for her. It also wasn’t lost on her, how comfortable she felt with the stranger before her, enough to begin reciting that list. “He was, I don’t want to say controlling, because it wasn’t that, but it was things like everything had to be his way. He chose where we went, what we ate, what we watched, who we saw, live bands and the like, and all of my ideas were rejected.  

“Also - and this grinds my gears the most - he expected me to look and act a certain way, too. I always had to be put together Hannah, you know? Like, I could never be Hannah who wanted to just be casual in her AC/DC t shirt and a pair of cut offs and Converse, I always had to be cute outfit Hannah, fully made-up face Hannah. Don’t get me wrong, I like looking nice, I’m an elegant woman, but not a hundred percent of the time! Even this fucking wedding dress, I chose it because I knew he’d approve of this one more than the one I really wanted!”

Manny raised an eyebrow. “Hannah?”

“I know what you’re gonna say,” she cringed. “It just hit me as I heard myself listing it all, I know, I know!”

“That’s controlling,” he confirmed, shaking his head. “What did the dress you wanted look like, then? I gotta say it, though. You look a total knockout in that one. Damn.”  

The way he bit his lip as his eyes took a tour of her made her giggle, Manny pulling a questioning face at her. “Sorry, it’s just a never got a ‘damn’ from a guy quite as good looking before. In fact, that wasn’t even a damn. That was a dayum.”  

“You might get a few more yet,” he winked.  

Oh, the charm in him! He was smoother than silk, and god, how she enjoyed it, despite the utter chaos of her life, being flirted with by her knight in... denim, flannel and well-worn leather. There was a shiny bike, but no shining armour.  

“As for the dress, it was shorter, just above my knee. Kinda made me look like a ballerina, which would have been fitting as I do ballet, not professionally or anything, but for fun and exercise,” she explained.  

“Yeah? Can you get up on your tippy toes and all that?”  

“I can,” she confirmed, sipping her drink. “It hurts like hell, but yep, I can dance on pointe. I do stuff for the local ballet academy, but yeah like I say not professionally. It’s a vicious world, and you can’t eat. This gal loves a big assed burger way too much to survive on a diet of steamed rice and vegetables. I have a loathing for healthy food other than fruit.”  

“Agreed, it’s bullshit,” he snorted.

“Right? I like real food, and usually getting into a huge mess while I’m eating it. That’s another thing Michael hated, that I could be perfectly content with sitting back, watching the football, big ole’ bucket of KFC on my lap, but he’d want to go out someplace fancy.”

Manny snorted, sinking the rest of his beer and picking up the fresh one. “The more I hear about this Michael, the more I think you had a lucky escape, mamas.” He then reached for a menu from a little further down the bar, giving it a glance. “Half pound cheeseburger. I could go in for some of that, after your mention of big assed burgers. You hungry?”

“You know, I actually am. I didn’t eat breakfast, I was so nervous,” she revealed, Manny raising an eyebrow.  

“Too nervous to eat the best meal of the day? Pffft, that should have told you everything. No one should be nervous, heading down the aisle. Excited? Yeah, I get that, but nervous? Nah. Nervous is for people who ain’t sure what they’re doing is right.”  

She pressed her lips together thinly, nodding. “You know what, Manny? You’re absolutely right. I think I let my whole fear of being alone get the better of me, for way longer than it should have.”

“Why?” he immediately questioned, attracting the bartender and ordering the food before he continued. “I mean, I don’t know you, but you seem like a real down to earth chick, you’re beautiful too. Ain’t like girls who fit that description have problems finding a guy. Oh, and you mentioned football and fried chicken there, too. Who’s your team?”

She snorted softly into her glass, pausing from sipping. “Erm, Raiders! Like there’s any other team worth supporting!”

He rolled up his sleeve, revealing the tattoo of their emblem. “Right answer. Even though I’m originally from Arizona and so thus have love for the Wildcats too, Raiders were always my team. I’m kinda bummed they moved ‘em to Vegas, but no matter, man. I still love ‘em.” He paused for a minute, thinking it how uncanny it was. There she was, a girl who was gorgeous, nice, and liked burgers and football. And she’d literally ran from her wedding, right on into his life. Was it kismet, he wondered?  

With nowhere to be, and nothing to do other than enjoy her company, he guessed he’d find out.  

#manny mayans mc #manny mayans mc fanfiction #manny mayans mc smut #manny mayans mc imagine #manny mayans mc x ofc #manny montana #manny montana fanfiction #manny montana smut #manny montana x ofc #mayans mc #mayans mc fanfiction #mayans mc imagine #mayans mc fanfic #mayans mc smut #mayans mc fic

[confused-critter]

Pinned post

'sup I'm confused critter. I'm a shapeshifterkin and I will turn into whatever, but I have found myself circling around the aquatic, equine, bird, and often canine themes. I briefly questioned this one shapeshifting fae, and I think it may be, but I honestly have no idea. My username isn't confused-critter for no reason, after all.

On my blog, you will mostly find reblogs of whatever kintype I decided to shift into that day, and maybe some posts of my own if I'm not too tired.

I am disabled, although what kind I won't disclose here.

tagging system-

#in my horse girl era -> horse/donkey kin posts]

#creature posts -> anything that has to do with shapeshifter-related things or any other animal I fancy

#crashing waves and silting foam -> aquatic kin related things

#cheep chirp -> bird/avian related things and the only tag that isn't an actual phrase

#critter's pile of trash -> my actual posts, made by me

#oh shit i forgot to list the general tag -> my general tag.

DNI:

homophobes

zoophiles

pedophiles

anti kin

zionists

racism

sexism

anti-endo

ableists

people who think certian things are "cringe". Cringe culture is dead i say.

A fun fact about me: I accidentially deleted my tumblr, and as I created a new account, I realized I never had a proper tagging system and pinned post. I strive to do better now and hopefully be more organized.

#otherkin #therian #horsekin #oceankin #birdkin #in my horse girl era #cheep chirp #crashing waves and silting foam #pinned post #creature posts #critter's pile of trash #oh shit i forgot to list the general tag

[kyosmommy]

Minors DNI

contains: fem reader, mutual pinning, unestablished relationship (roommates), orgasm denial, edging, cheesy plot, even cheesier porn title, squirting, oral (fem receiving), quick mention of porn, mentions of cunt/pussy/bitch

A/N: This is super cheesy and everything Eren says is straight out of bad porn. Like even my writing is straight out of a bad script in a good way I promise. But I had fun writing it so hopefully you have a good time reading it.

“Sup tiny dick”

“Hey sugar tits”

“Really? sugar tits?” he shrugged, continuing to scroll on his phone. “Anyways I came to ask what you want to eat.” Tossing the takeout menu in his general direction.

“Decide while I get my laptop to order. I’m paying.”

He gives an obnoxiously loud hum as he scans through the menu, accompanied by tongue clicks. His head swayed to the awful tune he tried to create.

“God, do you ever shut up?!”

His humming became louder and gained rhythm, switching to an easier song to hum. Leaving the living room, you dig into your sheets trying to find your laptop. Throwing them everywhere. Your room quickly became a child’s dream and a parent's worst nightmare. Choosing to check other parts of your room; you hear him speak. Well or at least try, only to hear a muffled series of words. Not quite making out what he said through the walls.

“what!”

More muffles.

“I swear I’m going to kill him one day” Whispering curses as you rush to find your laptop.

Finally finding it under some laundry you asked again.

“what?”

“I said, what do you think about sharing this!”

He gave you an exaggerated wide eye look as he pointed to the menu with the corner of his phone.

Agreeing that it would be cheaper and it was a meal you liked, you flopped down next to him, moving and getting comfortable. Apparently comfortable to him meant an arm draped over you and his head resting on your shoulder, watching intently as you typed your password.

“HA! I knew your password was just passw-“

His victory celebration was cut short by wails of pleasure. The screen displayed a girl laying on her couch; fluttering cunt stuffed by what he presumed were her boyfriend's fingers. The agonizingly slow pace made her mewl. His hushed voice asking if she felt good. He took a quick glance at the title before you slammed it shut.

Fucking my pretty roommate

Eren never took you as the type of person to watch porn. Especially the cheesy plot kind. Your whole body tensed under him, feeling every muscle tighten and freeze. His silence makes you nervous. What could he possibly be thinking about?

Fucking you right here and now. That’s it. That’s all that he could think about. Pushing you onto the couch and pounding into you until all you can do is scream his name. And with that a plan formulated.

“Is this what you want me to do to you? I bet you think about me when you watch these. So dirty…”

His breath sets your skin on fire. The familiar twang of arousal seeped between your legs just thinking about it.

But he was right. His name always ended up leaving your lips as your hands worked your pussy. Images of him fresh out of the shower, long hair tousled as he dried it. Sweatpants so low you could see the start of his brown colored trail. Sweaty shirts sticking to all the right muscles when he came back from his work outs. You couldn’t help imagining what he would do to you late at night.

He really wasn’t doing any better. Holding back every time you walked out in a plain tank top, no bra, thinking he was in his room. Your nipples poking out the sheer fabric. Or when you bend over as you do your split chores around the house, pretty ass peeking out your shorts. Quickly retreating to his room to fuck his fist wishing it was your hand instead.

Fuck it.

Lifting his chin from your shoulder you gave him a chaste kiss, thumb tracing the outline of his jaw. Testing the waters first, making sure everything you did was ok. He dove right back in. Cupping your cheek and pulling your neck to deepen the kiss, his fingers lightly scratching your nape.

Pulling away after what felt like forever, his eyes scanned your face. Fixated on the way your chest heaved and your swollen lips shined. Shifting down he latched into your neck, mumbling about how pretty you always look.

He continued down your body. Kissing and nipping your chest, paying extra attention to the swell of your breast that peeked out of your shirt. Your back arched off the couch, he took the opportunity to slip off your bottoms leaving you exposed. Swiping a finger over your covered slit he groaned at your wetness. Bringing his finger up to taste you.

“You offered to pay for dinner. But lucky for you, what I want is free.”

“You are such a dork.” As hard as you tried to sound unaffected your voice still came out shaky. Every nibble and kiss he left made you squirm even more.

Chuckling he moved onto the floor. Looking up at you through lidded eyes.

Propping your legs up on the coffee table he settled between your legs. Breath fanning over your half clothed cunt. Giving you one last kiss to your inner thigh he lost his small amount of self control.

Lapping at your cunt he found your hardened clit and sucked hard. Your legs snapped shut around his head, mewling at the sudden pleasure. He thought about holding you down but this is exactly what he dreamed of. Eating you out through your soaked panties, his spit and your wetness mixed together. His desperate hands explored your body, grabbing and squeezing at any plush fat he could.

Burying his face deeper into your inviting cunt when you screamed his name. His hips rutted desperately into nothing trying to calm his own ache. Shuffling closer his hips met the coach, rutting like a bitch in heat. Groaning into your pussy the vibrations made you keen.

Your words became labored and your cunt fluttered insistently. You were close and he could feel it.

“Wait no what are you doing? please m’s close”

“i want you to really enjoy when i finally make you scream my name” He placed a teasing kiss below your belly button.

Minutes passed, he works you up and brought you right back down. Never giving you that sweet release you craved. Panties and shirts long discarded by now.

“Please! Eren baby!”

“Aww look at you even calling me baby. Almost makes me want to let you cum”

“Yes!”

“almost” His voice dripped with wicked playfulness.

He soothes you with soft kitten licks that only make you clench more. Now having access to your budded exposed nipples he could tease you even more.

Completely leaving your neglected cunt he chose to mark up your pretty plush thighs. Small whimpers caused by harsh bites to your sensitive area. So close to where you actually needed him.

After a while of making you beg he decides he’s had his fun. Diving right back in he continued with no mercy. Pleasuring you like a mad man. Using all the tricks he learned. Remembering what made you whine and using it to his advantage. "So needy", he thought with a smile.

Finally pushing you to release he takes you higher and higher until a stream of pure ecstasy coats his face. Screaming his name, your thighs snap shut once again. A chorus of his name and thank you’s fill his ears.

His face plastered with a playful smirk, chin dripping in your release and pretty freckles covered in your cum. Babbles of what he thought were his name. “Do you ever shut up?” His tone mocking your previous words.

#eren yaegar #eren jaeger #eren smut #eren x reader #eren yeager smut #eren drabble #aot x reader #aot drabbles #aot smut

[p4l23]

It was dark when JJ pulled into the driveway of the condo. He parked his motorcycle and turned it off. The roar of the engine disapearing filling the night air with silence other than the sounds of the waves crashing against the dock not far from the condo. He sat up on the bike and pulled his red baseball cap off and ran his hand through his hair before putting it back on. It had been a long day on the charter boat, back to back excursions, and he was tired, hungry, and ready for a shower.

He looked around and noticed the Twinkie wasn't parked in its usual place, just Kie's jeep. 'Wonder where Sarah and John B are?' He thought. He gets off his bike and walks up the steps to the house, where he can hear music coming through the opened window. He smiles looking forward to seeing his girl and opened the door.

As he opens the door he's instantly met with the smell of Kiara's cooking. He shuts the door behind him and leans against it to take off his shoes and puts them on the mat that Sarah constantly nags him to use. Man that woman was so bossy. And walks towards the kitchen. The music getting louder the closer he gets. He stops in his place and leans against the wall,smirking as he watches his girl.

Kiara had her back to him her long, curly hair laying down her back. She is wearing one of his black tshirts and a pair of short, frayed, jean shorts that he could barely see underneath his big shirt. Her hips moving side to side to the beat of the music thats playing on her phone. Seeing her in his shirt and watching her dance always made his heart beat a little faster.

He watches her movements like he's hypnotized. Listening to the way she sings to the chorus. The way her body moves to the beat of the music. Shes so into the music that she didn't hear him come in, as she goes to pick up the spoon to stir the food in the pot, she catches a glimpse of something out of the corner of her eye, she whips her head to that direction and practically jumps 5 feet up in the air "oh my God Jayj! You scared me" she yells. He laughs and walks towards her, she puches his shoulder "OW! Shit Kie! I'm sorry" he puts his hands up. she glares at him as she lays her hand on her chest, trying to calm her beating heart. "I was just enjoying the show" she gives him the 'your lucky your cute because I'm sick of your shit' look, before she turns back to the pot. He figures its safe enough, and lays his hands on her hips, pressing up against her back as he leans to look over her shoulder to see what was cooking in the pot. "Jambalaya?" "Ya I decided it's been a hot minute since I made it" she mumbles still a little mad at him for pretty much giving her a heart attack but also enjoying the feeling of his hard chest pressed against her back "it smells good" he said as he kisses her cheek. "I know" he chuckles "not cocky at all"he says as he kisses her neck playfully and "not cocky, just confident" she giggles as she turns around in his arms to face him and wraps her arms around his neck. He holds her tighter against him. They smile at each other. "Hi" she says quietly. Her eyes slowly looking down at his lips before looking up at him through her eyelashes "sup" she laughs and gives her an affectionate smile before he leans down to press his lips against hers. She slides her hands through the hair at back of his neck playing with the strands there. He moans a little, and deepens the kiss.

JJ pulls back and presses his forehead against her "Sarah and John B?" He breathes out. Making sure they didn't have audience. She leans more and says against his lips "out" before kissing him again. There kiss becoming more heated as his grip on her hip tightens. She gently bites his bottom lip and then slides her tongue along his bottom lip to take the sting away. He groans and backs her up and pins her against the counter beside the stove. The boy’s hands clutched her hips, her waist, then dipping lower until he reaches Kiara’s thighs, lifting her up onto the counter top and pushing at her knees until she gives him enough space to stand between them. She gasps into his mouth at the sudden movement and slides her hands deeper into his hair and pulls a little. He lets out a little growl and pulls back and presses his face against her neck. Kissing slowly at her neck. Kiara moans and leans her body back with a hand grasping at the counter while her other hand still holding onto his hair. She moves her head to the side to give him more access to her neck. JJ couldn’t help but dig his nails into her waist as he pulls her closer to the edge of the counter, closer to him.

He sucks at her neck a little to hard, already knowing it will probably leave a mark. He doesnt know why but some primal feeling passes over him as he thinks of his girl wearing his shirt and a hickey caused by him. "Jayj" she moans out and rocks her hips against his and slides a hand from his hair to his shirt at his collar bone and pulls him to her and kisses him hard.

God kissing her was his favorite thing to do. Her soft lips moving against his. He couldn't get enough.

He slides his hands from her waist around to her back then down to her ass and squeezes, she moans and opens her mouth giving him enough time to slide his tongue inside her mouth. Wrapping her legs around his waist and grinding against each other. Their tounges fighting for dominance. They both let out a moan. Nothing could make him pull away-

"What the fuck??We leave you two alone for a little while and this is what happens???" Sarah teases

"On our counter, seriously??"John B exclaims "we eat here!"

JJ pulls back from her and puts his hands on the counter on both sides of her panting and trying to calm himself. Kiara hides her face into the crook of his neck and pecks a quick kiss to his neck.

He looks Kiara in the eyes "I" He clears his voice when he hears how raspy it sounds "I was just thanking her for making us dinner" Sarah rolls her eyes " Mhmm, that's one hell of a way to thank someone" John B chuckles, both Kiara and JJ flip them off. He helps Kiara down off the counter.

Instead of moving out of her way, he stays close as she scoots off the counter, her body slides down,against his, feeling his boner pressing against her as she leans against him for a moment trying to collect herself. She is this close to saying fuck dinner and leading him to their bedroom. She looks at his disheveled hair, his red cheeks, and lust filled eyes. She smirks and leans up on her tippy toes, using his strong shoulders for support and whispers against his ear "you're very welcome, I can't wait for you to taste it" her lips brushing his ear lobe sending goosebumps down his skin and heat go straight to his dick. she looks up and gives him the most down right sultriest look he has ever seen and kisses him before walking over to the stove to check the food. JJ watches her walk away not at all checking out her ass as she goes 'Fuck' JJ thinks and then remembers their friends still standing there he clears his throat again "well im going to take a shower" he turns to see Sarah leaning against the island, her her elbow bent against the counter and her chin resting on her hand, looking between them, with a shit eating grin.

John B walks closer to Kie and is leaning close squinting at Kiara. Kiara giving him a weird face and leans away from him "bro what are you doing?" "What is that?...Wait a minute is that a Hickey?!!" Kiara reaches her hand up to her neck and looks at JJ, a cute blush dusting her face.

JJ moves her hand and looks at it, he then looks up at her face and smirks "damn right it is" JJ winks at her and she rolls her eyes. Sarah moves from her spot to come look at it and tease her friend "well im going to shower before dinner is done" he says before leaving the kitchen to go into their bedroom to grab his clothes and walking into the bathroom to take his shower. Leaving Kiara to deal with John B and Sarah.

He goes into the bathroom and shuts the door. Turning on the warm water on. He pulls his shirt off letting it drop to the floor. Still thinking about everything that just happened in the kitchen. Kiara's lips against his, the little noises she made and the feel of her against him.

Thinking about what could have happened if their friends didn't choose that moment to have come in and cock blocked them.

He groans and reaches down to unbutton his pants and slides them down and looks at himself. He rubs the back of his head and chuckles "damn" And leans back into the shower to adjust the water to cold. A freezing cold shower it is.

#jiara fanfic #jiara fanfiction #jj/kiara #jj maybank x kiara carrera #jj x kiara #jiara fic #jiara

[safyresky]

OOH GIRL I HAD A FUN IDEA!

I was thinking about random TSC characters if they had tattoos (which I hope to make my own post about eventually, another one added to the pile) AND THEN I remembered that one Jacqueline Frost exists and I wanna know if she would have any tattoos! What of? Where? Would any of your OTHER oc's have them?

Idk just a thought to roll around in your head. Cause it's certainly been pinballing in mine!

This pin balled in my head ALL NIGHT, I TELL YOU. ALL! NIGHT!

I asked Jacqueline and she had 0 reply so I was left on my OWN here. NONE of the characters were like, sups vocal about this. BUT ANYWAY after a good night's sleep and some pre-bed pin balling, I have a list of likely to get tattoos/want them at the VERY least:

Fino and Fiera deffs would. They probably would get something matchy for funsies at some point, somewhere like. Obscure?? Like their side or like, shoulder or like leg somewhere. Deffs a nondescript one! And probs just before they turn 2000 lol. (tho the image of two rather small 1200 year olds going HI YES 1 MATCHING TATTOO PLEASE is so fucking funny)

Fiera would get more tats than just that for sure, lol.

Blaise would tattoo. does he have any? Not that I'm aware of. But he deffs would

Jacqueline simply has 0 ideas for a funky little tattoo, so she has 0 plans for one/want for one/need for one. Part of me is like, maybe she'd tattoo her scars?? But I think she leaves them as is. She thinks they're neat. They're tinged blue. Nobody ELSE has scars like that (you can imagine how this makes literally every other Frost feel lmao. Except the Twins, they're like "yes girl get it!" Fiera more so than Fino ;) I could MAYBE see her doing one with Dite? But neither of them are like, screaming OMG YES WE HAVE ONE ALREADY EVEN so take that with a smidgen of salt

Winter would not tattoo, but her sisters would! Autumn would get smaller ones but deffs in full colour. Summer is like MY BODY IS A CANVAS LET'S GO! She'd have even MORE colours than Autumn. Spring is a basic bitch and probably has a basic tattoo somewhere like a butterfly or a flower or something. Like, a really stereotypical "I got a tattoo omg!!" kinda thing! I WILL SAY. If she got a phrase in another language, Spring would Spell Check That Shit 100%

If Blossom wasn't a bunny, she'd have tattoos (I don't want to think about the logistics for an anthropomorphic-ish bunny getting a tattoo)

Grand Witches deffs have tattoos. Both of them. What are they? Idk! But they have them!

In terms of other Legates: I think Charlie would get a tattoo >:). Xander is a solid maybe. He could go either way. Day MAYBE and Night DEFFS and his are cool. I bet they're silvery and look like they are made of moonlight (they may very well be!). I already covered Jacquie and Dite (Dite would probably get a tattoo! Doesn't have any that I know of presently but deffs would) Myles I think has a thing about needles so he probably wouldn't get one unless Olivia went with him for emotional support. Olivia would NOT get a tattoo, but probably has the best ideas for them!

Upon further reflection, Winter is not a tattoo person BUT. DEFFS KNOWS HOW TO GIVE THEM. I feel like that's an unexpected hobby she'd have and that she's probably really good at it, too.

I hope this adds a second pinball to your pinballing ;) Sorry there's no concrete like OH YES THIS PERSON WOULD DEFFS GET THIS!! I am very much camp Jacquie and Myles, in that I think tattoos are very cool but A) have no idea what I'd get/want for a tat and B) DO have a thing about needles and would not want to even ATTEMPT to get one, my needle thing is that bad.

#dani answers #getting all the vid vaxes was HARD bc needles gross me out so much i had to bring a friend each time to distract me #and when my work wife took me to get a flu shot last year both she AND the person doing it had to distract me #they're always like DON'T TENSE IT'LL HURT LESS #MA'AM/SIR/DUDERINO. THERE IS A NEEDLE IN MY ARM AND I CAN FEEL THE LIQUID MOVING IN MY MUSCLE #okay i am going to stop now. bc i am grossing myself out. ANYWAY #HOPE THIS TICKLES THAT ITCH ANDIE LMAO #crystal springs #crystal springs FACTS #well. sorta lmao #ask box shenanigans #ocs #thanks for the ask! this one required a lot of thinking tbh #it had me thinking about my cousins who i learnt over thanksgiving have some cool little tattoos!!! #i got to see them they were LOVELY #tattoos tw #needles tw #which is my bad tbh. i didn't need to mention the needles. and then i did #WHOOPS #if spring gets wind of someone she knows getting a tattoo #she will accost them to see if it is another language phrase #and if it is #SHE SPELL CHECKS IT #she's a big fan of languages and linguistics! #and an even BIGGER fan of consulting experts!

[pink-gladioli]

part 2 of my crappy fanfiction

sup y'all, i actually made another chapater of the macy middle school au. funny name huh? anyways this chapter involves some worldbuilding and axl!! btw heres the link to the first chapter if you want to read it

so lets start part two of this shitshow!!

“And this is our Academy’s cafeteria were only the best food is made every day by our squirebots-chefs for our students!” Swordmore Brickland boasted. Despite his enthusiasm Macy and Jestro had been on this tour for over an hour, and both of them didn’t have in them to act excited. Luckily Macy was good hiding it and Brickland didn’t really care for Jestros opinion. Macy looked over at the grandfather clock, it was still an hour until the tournament. As she turned her head back to room in front of her, she noticed smoke coming from the area she could only assume was the food line.

“Excuse me Sir Brickland, is smoke supposed to coming out from the back?” She asked,

“What are yo- oh no, not this again” Brickland staring running across the empty cafeteria halfway through his sentence, opening a side door to enter the kitchen.

As Macy and Jestro ran after him, a high pitched but almost rugged voice coming from the kitchen yelled out

“Ah Principal Brickland, there’s no need to worry! Me and chefbots have it under control!”

“WHAT ARE YOU TAKING ABOUT THE PAN IS ON FIRE!”

“It’s to enhance the flavor Sir!”

As soon as Macy and Jestro entered the kitchen they saw the source of the commotion. There was a large figure, tall enough to be a fully grown man but with the face with a child, (with a mohawk? Macy had never seen that hairstyle before) adding vegetables into a pan with a giant smile that was very much on fire, with Brickland yelling at him and what to seemed like a dozen squirebots hiding behind him and a strong beeping sound Macy recognized as a smoke detector.

“O-oh my gosh, Axl a-are you sure that’s safe?!” Jestro yelled out

“Don’t worry Jestro I’ve done this a dozen times!” replied this Axl… boy? Man? Macy couldn’t really tell his age.

“Princess stay back!” Yelled out Fancypants but she didn’t think it was because of the fire. Because as soon as Fancypants yelled her to stay back, Macy saw out of the corner of her eye Brickland picking up the emergency fire extinguisher and aiming it at whatever Axl was making then pulling the pin. An explosion of white foam escaped from the nozzle completely setting out Axls fire and turning off the smoke detector.

“Ah Principle Brickland I told you I had it under control, and that was my best seer on a stake I’ve made…”

“Axl why do I need to tell you this, but creating fires on school ground, even ‘controlled’ ones, is strictly prohibited!” Macy just looked on in confusion, this Axl student was cooking in front of a fire that was taller than him without any fear is only sad that his stake is ruined.

“But Principal Brick- Oh hello I didn’t see you there! I’m Axl from Diggington! Class 151!” Axl said after noticing Macys presence. She was stunned for a second, not expecting the larger boy to introduce himself.

“Oh, thank you for the introduction. I am Princess Macy Halbert, first of the name, from Knightonia. May I ask what you were doing? It seems Sir Brickland would want an explanation” Macy replied. Axl’s smile returned after Macy’s introduction, no shock or change in demeanor appeared after learning of the girl’s royal background.

She took note of this.

“I was just preparing a stake for my culinary class when the pan caught on fire when I placed the stake on the pan, but I had it under control before Principal Brickland set it out. Well, it’s okay I can always try again!” Axl said with a hopeful smile while Brickland looked on with a disapproving stare.

“Um Axl how about you take a break? I don’t want another fire starting, it’ll set off the smoke detector and I hate those…” Jestro said warily almost like he was scared Axl setting off the smoke detector again.

“Yes, Jestro is right, it would be best if you didn’t try to cook anything for the rest of the day Axl. And I’ll be having a call with your parents’ young man!” Brickland said with the silent nods of the squirebots behind him.

“Alright Principal Brickland, but where do I go? Do I stay here?”

“Oh no I’m letting you stay here; you’re going to Knightology with Moorington, he'll keep you out of trouble” How many times is she going to hear that name before meeting him?

“Fine, it was nice meeting you Miss Macy! And Jestro I’ll see you at the tournament!” After Axl gave his goodbyes, he picked up a bag next to door before leaving the kitchen.

“Again, I am sorry you had to see that, I need to get the culinary students a human teacher” Brickland apologized, but Macy didn’t mind. It was another observation of a childher age. She rarely got to see that so she noted every interaction she had, no matter how odd. In fact ,Macy found Axl quite a bit odd, after all who doesn’t react with a fire than you right in front of you, but quite respectful. Did he simply didn’t care about her royal status, or did he not fully understand her introduction?

“It’s okay Sir Brickland, let’s just continue with the tour.”

“Ah of course Princess! Follow me, I’ll take to the History Hall.” As they followed Brickland a slight awkward tension formed

“So, Jestro, you’re part of a tournament team?” Macy asked, hoping to erase some of the tension formed after, whatever you call what they saw in the kitchen,

“O-oh yeah, I guess I am, but I’m only in it because Clay made it… I doubt I would have been able to join any of the other tournament teams.”

“Really? How long have you been in this team?”

“Clay started it our first year, he was the first person in our class to create a tournament team and because it was so early in the school year, he didn’t know that many people, so I was the first to join his team. After that Axl joined and few months later Aaron and Lance joined, but that was after a bunch of petty fights on Lances part…” Jestro and Clay seem to be good friends Macy thought

“What do you mean by ‘petty fights on Lances part’? Did he try beating your team to ‘prove he’s better’ something because that’s something he’d do.”

“Yeah actually- wait you know Lance?”

“If we’ve talking about the same Lancelot then yes, I often see Richmond at my fathers’ parties. The Richmonds are family friends after all.”

“Oh, that’s right I f-forgot you’re th-”

“And we’re here!” Exclaimed Brickland. ‘It’s rude to interrupt’ Macy thought but it was equally rude to say that out loud, so she stayed quiet.

“This is the hall showing our greatest knights throughout history. There are the great heroes like Ned Knightly, Augustin Halbert, and Reginald Brickland, but we also have the honorable staff members that ran this great academy before us!” As the group walked down the seemingly endless hallway Macy looked to the walls seeing painting, documents, or the weapons of these heroes. She recognized almost all of them, what type of princess would she be if she didn’t know her own country’s history, and the few she didn’t were wearing the Knights Academy faculty or student uniform, so she assumed they had some academic significance that she didn’t know about.

The future they traveled the more items she saw that belonged to these late heroes; she even saw Therence Richmond’s gold tooth. Okay that’s a bit odd but no harm is being done she tried to rationalize.

“And here is this academy’s most prized procession we have the honor of displaying, the first written copy of the Knight’s Code!!” They had reached the end of the hallway and in the middle of room there was a small display case only protected by some velvet dividers and four gold pillars. Inside that case laid one of Knightons most important pieces of literature, the first copy of the Knight’s Code. The book looked like it been through hell and back, which it probably has, the title was faded, and a complex drawing of a dragon took up most of the cover.

“Uh Principal Brickland, w-why is there a dragon on the cover? I-I thought the owl was the academy’s symbol…” Jestro spoke barely loud enough to be heard. Why did it sound like he was scared?

“Tsk I thought you’d pay more attention in your classes Jestro, the reason there’s a dragon on the cover is because is this the original copy of the Knight’s Code thus it the Halbert’s crest, it wasn’t until Thunderblood Brickland adapted the code for the Knights Academy a few decades later. You need to pay better attention, this is basic knowledge Jestro, do I need Moorington to tutor again?”

“N-No Sir! I’ll do b-better!” Huh how odd, Jestro was apparently friends with one of the best students in his class, yet he still struggles with basic history? It seemed like he knew that he was going to get scolded so why ask in the first place? Regardless, it was still an interesting interaction (albeit a bit confusing to understand), Macy made sure to make a mental note about it.

“Pardon me Sir Brickland, we have twenty minutes until the tournament. Should we head back?” Despite framing it as question it really wasn’t, truthfully, even though she found Jestros and Bricklands conversation interesting she could feel a wave of tension forming. She didn’t want to go through that again.

“Ah yes of course Princess, and it will give Jestro some time to practice before the tournament.” And with that the small group started to leave the hallway. Unfortunately, as soon as the made it to the end of hallway and the entrance to the rest of academy a bell rang, and students started shuffling out of their classes.

It was chaos, for Macy at least, there so many people surrounding her and she lost sight of Fancypants and Brickland. ‘Okay, no time to panic Macy you’ll be fine just wait until the students enter their classes then-’ She felt something large bump into her snapping out of her inner panic.

“Oh Miss Macy! What are you doing out here and were is Mr. Brickland?” A familiar voice asked. As she turned, she let out a sigh of relief, it was that Axl boy from the kitchen.

“Ah I was just going to the tournament arena, and I lost sight of Sir Brickland, do you happen to know where the arena is?”

“Of course, I was just heading there! Follow me!” She’s lucky she found him or else she’d have to try Fancypants wherever it was. Walking through the crowd of students was a bit hard for Macy, after all she was used to people moving out of her way whenever she got near, this wasn’t situation she knew how to navigate. Luckily Axl was practically impossible to lose in the crowd, so she tried to follow him to the best of her abilities without running into any of the students.

After what felt like an eternity of traversing the lawless land of the Knights Academy’s hallway during the transition period, she made it to arena. “Here you are Miss Macy, I’m gonna go put on my armor and practice!” Said Axl, leaving her alone in the middle of the room. The first thing she noticed is that she wasn’t in the spectator area, but in the knight’s preparation area. In front of her were a pair of glass doors that lead to a grass field with some squirebots setting up what seemed to be targets and obstacles. On either side of her there were students putting on their armor, practicing their aim on some practice targets, and in case of one lone boy, reading the Knights Code. She saw Jestro sitting next to the boy reading the Knights Code, so she decided to ask him for drictions

“Excuse me Jestro, do you happen to know how to get to the Spectator Area, I don’t want Fancypants and Sir Brickland to worry about me being lost or something more concerning.”

“O-oh it’s on the second floor, you can take the elevator to your left.” The boy reading never looked up, like he was lost in his own world.

“Thank you Jestro and good luck with your tournament.” As she walked to the elevator, she heard the voice of whom she assumed was boy reading

“So who was that?”

“O-oh um I’ll tell you after the tournament.”

****

As she walked out the elevator, she saw Fancypants prancing around with a panicked Brickland following behind him

“Oh my goodness how did I lose the Princess, the King is going to have me decommissioned and scrapped!!”

“Haute, there’s no need to panic I’m sure she’ll turn up!”

“That’s easy for you to say your life isn’t on the line!!”

“I’m here Fancypants.” As soon as she said that Fancypants went running to… hug her?

She hadn’t thought the squirebots had that emotion programed in, or at least not Fancypants

“Oh thank Augustin you’re alright!! Please don’t tell you father about this!”

“It’s alright Fancypants, don’t worry about it. Let’s just watch the tournament.”

“Of course, Princess.”

And with that Macy took at seat at the almost throne looking chair with Sir Brickland by her left and Fancypants by her right as a horn rang out and the students flooded out.

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[lohstandfound]

Figured I'd make some sort of pinned post.

Sup, I'm Lara (aka @rising-above-stars). 24. Made this blog back in probably 2018 so I didn't spam followers on main with bmc content.

These characters still occupy my mind and I'm dipping back into the fandom, I still have many fics I need to complete.

This started as a Brooke Lohst appreciation blog. Still is, but also expands to Jake as well. Just all the characters in general but those two are my favourites.

The bmc girls deserve so much better.

Ask box is always open, very happy to tell about these characters and headcanons and fics and AUs. Will also take the occasional fic request

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[olivedoesmagic]

journals 99-100

Journal: 99 UTAU COLLAB] Telephone [Sakasa Shiki, Yami Ryone] 

Sup, Sup, Sup. Diary names Olive is the brim of stone. Now that the Russia shades of my life were over and I mostly fully been integrated back into the host. But not totally, but kind of, but kind of not because I'm looking weird like this. I would like to tell you about my pop culture adventures I've been having while you have been away. I'll be up front. I have friends with Rick Sanchez and I kind of tore him apart for the first time ever because he was afraid. Ends with my abuser and beat her. I don't know what it is, but Ricky Not Sanchez. I happen to know two of them. And Ricky is an abusive, overweight idiot and Rick from Rick and Morty is a wonderful, nice guy. He [the abuser] has this spell on people so that they ******* bow down to his whims. He has a spell on Cammy, he has a spell on Morgan, and he ******* uses magic on them so that they are little complacent dolls who can't think anything wrong.with them they will do whatever he says whenever he says it he sucking little Piece of taint, and i want you to know that i know that he's a ******* little piece of shit.

Outside the friend group that is attacking master and I, I would like to address something else entirely. So yeah, no, I ******* traded away my relationship with sore and Rick Sanchez for that. But Odin is on my side, and if the allfather is on my side, I don't know what that says about those two, but it says more about who he is than who I am. My master at a whole song.about how he beats his wife and it does snuff films and he made me the star of them and it was gross and derogatory and i ******* triangled the guy because it's not worth it and he's a ***** ** **** and i want you to know that i know he's a piece of

I've been in the hospital for a long time for reasons I don't want to get into, because people cursed me into here and I've been ******* killing them. Did you know vk jehanu,l tries to enslave me often? Seriously. He may respect me as a cultist, but he frequently tries to enslave me. He's a little idiot who doesn't know his left from his right. How dare he tried to enslave me? Don't worry, I put a hit on him.The ferry port.Also, that occultist, no matter how laughable you find myself to be, he frequently enslaves mind controls, steals the power of, and tries to foist into worship his fanbase and audience. When he gets to know them, or when he finds out they are more skilled at magic than him, he follows in the roots of Eric Co-LAURASS , and whatever you think of Matthew lore of ***** it doesn't really matter.Because personally, they're both idiots who don't know their left hands from their rights. 

And I want you to know that I know that because I do know that, and because God protects me. So I ******* know this, regardless of whether or not you ******* know this. And I am not afraid of the power of God soda and anime on my side, and I am not afraid to whip a bitch ass whore as kemiet wou;d say. And trust me, I ******* killed a girl over to when he enslaved someone, pushed me into the perspective. I assumed it was me, so I ******* off myself, as I often try to, and unfortunately.Ariella died that day.She got hospitalized the way I have been. And this may be out of time and space because master and I are always out of time and space. But yeah, no, she ******* deserved it because she ******* worshipped the bitch and I would gladly kill one of his followers again. And I want you to know that I am not lying here. I accidentally killed myself and somebody else's body and I feel nothing. I feel none to that that remorse.Feel no regret, and that anger you feel dripping from your lips is vippymitts Yohannes fault because he did the spell to kill her. He did a spell to have her murdered and pinned on one of his enemies, and look who took the hit. I don't feel regret for it because I didn't really know her, even though she was very kind to me. But she ******* defended him over and over again and his wife beating tendencies so she can go **** herself in the afterlife. I'm not going to be *******.Corpse anytime soon.

I've also been online chatting with Araya, who is now a pasta fruitarian, because he's a ******* idiot. God dammit Antichrist. Can't you get it together? Can't you get it in your pants?So that's that.Vidian killed her, and I want you to know Vidian did the spell to inaugurate it, but he ended the spell to get me to confused to do it. But he had pushed me in there, but he had forced me into the extreme state of mind where he knew I would kill myself. Providian The narcoleptic narcoleptic assshole. intentionally killed her and I want you to know if you're a friend of hers or her cultist or her wicked white ways because she was a devotee.it's viden's fault and go off to vidian because it might have been years ago but from my perspective it was now so just know that he killed her and enjoy that knowledge bats bats bats bats.

Also, I hear she was a priest of Hakatai, so I have just sent this diary entry to Hakatai who is fuming and I don't care how you've done something wrong to hakatai, the motion of the movement, I just want her to know who was after her from day one and trying to enslave her into puppetry from day one. And it was providian jahannam, so enjoy that knowledge..

Anyways, I've been well acquainted with the home stuck cast for a long time, and they're all kind of ******* ********. I should have expected this from the ******* story that they ******* come from, but Dave Strifffffr tried to ruin me from day one and I wholeheartedly remember it. He's been a bitch, and he doesn't know what he's doing, and he doesn't know anything about time outside of his *******.That comic, which is not applicable to most pop culture spirits, but he's kind of grounded, whether he likes it or not to be. And he grounded himself too- an idiot. He didn't know what he was doing. I am friends with Andrew? Hussey asked. Truly. But in the real world, and I'm really dying for her to have a ******* visitor, any kind of ******* visitor in this hellscape. But my friends that I thought were my friends turned their backs on me and chose not to appear.So I think that's the end with camera size relationship for now. At least. Soon it will be because I can't honestly be friends with someone who refuses to visit me in the hospital. I will get this Commission done for my stupid play, and then I'm probably going to end our friendship just because I cannot be with someone who would rather prioritize their career over their friends dying health because I keep going in and out of coming into light and I've nearly flated.  I can't ******* do this, and if you're not there for me, I'm not going to be there for you. It's clear that this friendship is nothing.I have nothing to you. You are nothing to me.And if it's a faith thing, you should ******* come out of the closet with whatever you ******* believe, you weirdo who doesn't celebrate Hanukkah and say what you ******* believe.

I'm bitter and I'm salty and I just can't handle that. I'm all alone in this hospital, being abused every day by my only visitor. I would like a friend. I don't know how that makes me a bad guy.But yeah, before that I was learning from everything. I've come acquainted with the Family Guy characters. They're all just really nice guys.I met a lot of famous rock stars and musicians, and a lot of people have visited me from the Church of Scientology, which my old acting teacher unfortunately got herself wrapped up because she does not have the balls of steels that I do to the.Amtrak, which was, you know, whatever. And I got cast for some major lead roles and I'm back in the acting industry. And I even got a push by e-mail, but I was like, hey, it kind of got hit kind of taking Gurney rise. Can't exactly do this nowadays. My ass hurts as I write to you, which is that, yeah, it's part of the spell and I'm going to inflict it upon his daughter, as I always do.And just saying this and just reading this in the thousands of people who have read this as they soon will has afflicted this even more upon his daughter every time it is cast upon. So yeah, enjoy that. I'm going to ******* target her again. **** you. **** Rebecca. **** all of you. I don't care if I'm a protector of children. I'm going to eat this one for death. And I'm going to Willis to help me. Wish I know who you're thinking. You're laughing, thinking will help him.Both will support him, she will not. If she cares about this relationship or any of the toys I have given her and she wants to keep her toys, she will aid me here and she knows it and that is a threat. 

Also, there is a flower portrait outside the bedroom and Persephone often watches, but every day I have a different Astrolly visitor, so I guess I have that going for me.In the meantime.Alright.I just really long for my ex friend to come. My one token friend who thought I could. I thought he could be good despite all the bad **** he did.And it turns out I cannot affect have this friend visit because this friend was a ***** ** **** I'm in pain by. 

-date unkown

Journal: 100: AELITA ♫ (CODE LYOKO) - La Chanson

So I am distorted journal, that is to say, distraught over the environment and world in which I have built for myself discussing non.And detail about magic in my regular journal that isn't a physiological, whatever this seems to be.I've been visited over and over again, and did you know that Rose Lalonde of Homes stuck lore is obsessed with mind controlling me. Why are people obsessed with mind controlling me and trying to enslave me? What the **** are these idiots on? Don't they know I could snap and break their face at the snap of my fingers and the switch of my tongue? It's fairly easy.I call it boom magic as the per hour.Uh.What was I saying again?

I've been doing healing magic on myself in the hospital. So what happened was I was being an idiot and I decided to kill myself because, you know, that's totally normal and not at all concerning. And so I found this taboo ritual from Germany that I assumed was Celtic because I'm a ******* idiot who was beaten up Nazis and scared to have a living **** out of them.But didn't put two and two together here, and so I did the ritual. I don't know what it accomplished what I did. All I know is that I got it on the astral from an old Nazi pal I helped rehabilitate into not Nazi ways, who died scathing that taboo again. Because I'm a time traveler and things are always out of order. He was a pretty well a cult known occultist in the end, and he did actually like that guy who tries to enslave.His audience from before. Also, I'm using text to speech for all this because I'm hospital pound anyways. So I did that ritual and it ******* worked. I fell from a two-story height and I do consider that a suicide attempt just because had I not been suicidal, I wouldn't be here. And so here's the thing about the nature of what all of is as a person and a persona, it's also.Heavily tied to sometimes it takes over writing to my Russia shot, which in Jewish law is like a Gollum given a soul and a life and a spirit and a name. So meanwhile while all this is occurring, I get to experience everything master acronyms gets to experience. And The thing is he does not like being called master. He does not like writing this.From my perspective as master. But it's kind of like I have two brains. I have his brain, God's brain, all his brain and my brain up in here. And this is the Russian chef saying this part. And as you can see, that is just the ******* most awkward thing, typing in the entire existence. But the purpose of this journal isn't to talk about my deals with demons or meeting obscure nobodies or fairies, which is all of Crohn's.Journal this journal is in designed and detailed in order for me to experience pop culture magic, time travel Magic, Sphere magic, and crazier magic that nobody really cares to dare to fear and then host it for Sale by magic is everyone on ******* websites like. itch.ioAs the insane public domain likeness of the occultists and character that I will one day be known as all of ******* brimstone. And I love myself very much and I've learned a lot of self love here. And I've also scared the evolution out of a book known as the Goetia, which if you're new reading is essentially a.Big, big Amar of demons, because hell is so multifaceted. All demons put to paper are real demons. All God's put to paper are real gods. Because God's start off as thought from humans, then get attached to entity and form, and then multiple things come into fruition and existence that have always been because the thought once existed. And that's the secret of fiction, baby. That's the secret of the universe.That's all secret. Magical societies are real, including the White Lotus and the order of the twin domino. But it depends on where you go, why you're going there, and even stuff like the force can manifest here. And I too, have my own Padawan who's an idiot nitwit who doesn't know what she's talking with herself because she can go **** herself. She raped me. She's bitch.

So yeah, my whole entire hospital stay, I have been hazed, I have been assaulted, I have gone through hell and I have learned that I am immortally 13 as Olive, while master is immortally 16. So that's a huge contrasting difference and I want to explain a little bit about my gender. I present as male and go by he him.But usually have a feminine take on my clothing and attire and I was raised female but I was born male as a Russia and so as a result of all that.it's going to keep correcting to russia let me just hand type out painfully what it actually is and how it's rushushua roushaha It's a Jewish kind of thing, and so I write from both the perspective of myself as the master and my.Obedient student as I like to label myself as the obedient student. So anyways that is kind of how you hand make the perfect something. And so I've been time traveling and I have a lot of famous acquaintances that I'm not going to name drop or get into because I keep running into people of great grandiose importance and I know the guys show the book of demons where I originally sold my soul.Helped craft this eternal desire and world for me that I now find myself in.

They sent me up to be important. They sent me up to have notoriety, they set me up to have publicity and a lot of it's great. And then there's such things like me becoming a technopath and an end path and being obsessed with my own caught that almost has a mind of its own, which is embarrassing. We're not get into that because he's embarrassed and so I'm just going to be nice for him and my ****.The person who anyways, so yeah, I'm currently just studying under a Crohn's Locket and it's gonna keep auto correcting that to something like Crohn's lock it or something, but it's pronounced a as in as in like Oh my God.Crons as in like crony, or like crot, or or got with a cup and a rough sound.Lock it. And so I'm just gonna keep calling him master because it's easier than doing all this other ********. I like it. I prefer it. I know what it's like in heaven. He does not know what it's like in heaven. So he's just gonna have to ******* deal with this **** feeling like he's faking every little word, because he's not.

The medicine they put me on kind of makes me feel like I'm afraid of my own shadow, but because I've been on antipsychotics that have done this to me before. You tell your religion about native of ******** one time and now forever you are seen as ******* insane and mad because you dare believe there was once a religion of color where perfection, beautiful madness, fluidity and charms.All existed. And like, that was magic, not charms. Stupid idiot who's correcting my speech? Because there's a stupid idiot who keeps haunting me who's trying to like, force me to say certain things. Like a lot of people are forcing me to say this or that, and it's like ******* obnoxious having all these different enemies in my ******* bedroom, keeping me company as I torment lore of ***** daughter.Because if you go after me, I'm just going to be up front with you as someone who curses for a living. I'm going to ******* go after people you love to the degree where you'd rather be dead than without them. And if there's no one like that for you, I will prove to you there's somebody who is, or I will give you somebody who is and rip them away from you. I do not take being cursed lightly, and I'm a *******.Mastermind at it. I don't often do it. I consider myself to be neutral or a pacifist and but I will ******* go after you if you ******* go after me first. So don't think I'm going to sit down and be like, oh, I'm not writing about it. So I'm not being cursed. No, I'm ******* going to.Take your life into shreds. Which brings me to my next point.

I have absolutely no idea under my main alias what to make of my magical reputation these days. I intentionally destroyed it so it was nothing. But this became a problem very quickly when people thought they could walk all over me, which was my intentional plan to be seen as something less credible because I planned my entire life out very early on in a haze, almost like a dream where a fever I very much.Easily when I was younger decided everything I wanted as a destiny and it was very easy to accomplish. When you finally got to live every single dude and date, what happened naturally was that of mind magic. I met book eaters. So like book eaters this is topic novel about people who eat books and minds and stuff and I am told I will be written in as a.Dream eater. Which is going to be interesting. I've been given reality after reality.And a world after World. And it is just the craziest life I have come to know and live that I am incredibly grateful for because I would rather live a short, exciting life than a long boring one. And what I have to find in the future, because I often have visitors in this House of different time periods. And by house I mean hospital stay, is that I will often shift between realities and go into all magical.Secret societies and worlds and visit them as though they are concrete or light and day, and then film it, tape it and then make it as though it is nothing more than a scenery polar trick.Because that is how you preserve magic. You hide it. And I hate to say that. And I hate to be that guy because my job as a deity or as a person or as a slave or as a whatever, because I'm not a slave.I'm but I'm. Some people presume that to be my relationship as the familiar essentially to.Master is that.In general, and I don't really consider myself a slave, I'm a student and we all call him Sensei or master, and like some people just misinterpret our relationship so grossly and try to put so many ideas in my brain.But.Basically.

One day my ex plates will physically manifest in the world. I often tell people if your magic is legitimate it will manifest as though night and day as physically real as possible. You can physically go home to Gautier in the railroad. Just got to not be afraid to die. I did body lifting up in the sky and everything and I'm getting to the point.In my mind magic where I'm able to physically concretion alize my mental magic or my spiritual magic as though the actual physically real in my memory. Like I remember stroking * **** when I didn't have one and I remember.Being teleported places as though it is a physical, real concrete memory that other people cannot perceive properly because of what I have done with mind magic, which is really simple, but that's all Acronis lock it and I really don't want to get into. Acrians [proper spelling] Lock it here, but I'm kind of the type of person who is friends with everyone. I'm going to be friends in the future with the Malfoy family as well as the Weasley family, which is going to make dinner parties awkward according to everyone I've talked about. And every time I play a video game or play a character on TV or even cosplay a character to any amount of elaborately, I get to physically remember.Tangibly being that character. And it's this unique thing that I've sort of built up for myself that they have helped built for me that the angels, that gods, that, demons especially, demons that a lot of my teachers and senseis and mentors and gods have kind of crafted for me so that I can have the most extraordinary life possible and I can.The end of be built to make their days and save their *****.

I have a few commissions I have to do. I got some stuff done recently. I'm getting an analog pocket for Hanukkah. My mother ordered it already, but I'm hoping and expecting to get money or at least Steam VR.This.Gift cards because I'm obsessed with VR and I was told by certain deities I'd be manifesting in Oculus Quest by gift of their person.The gods are good and they're kind to me. And I have a relationship, one-on-one with most of them that most people can only dream of. And yeah, so that's my life. I'm kind of recovering in the hospital, but I'm doing a lot of magic. I'm kind of going through an incubus thing. I don't want to talk about the incubus thing. It's kind of like I feed off the sexual libido of others.And yes, my life does mirror masters very heavily. I have half of his swollen my brain at like a third of his soul is my own. And so.It's going to heavily mirror everything he does. And if you can't handle that, it's kind of like in his brain, kind of like in mind, because one can write and one cannot. Then you can't handle the fact that this is really a gollem writing to you. Except I'm a person now, so just deal with that.

Also, I finally joined the other King Club and Yandere Freak was the only person in my old ex friend group to properly defend me, which is ridiculous to me. I'm just like, you're going to mock me for having SpongeBob and an antivirus program on that list when I am the aspect of ******* glitches like you're going to ******* mock at me.And cheer at me for this. And I've taken a special interest in the Homestuck Genesis project, which is kind of like this great game that's been abandoned. And so I did a blessing on the game so that it would get done. And then some people who were parasitic towards me in the game in general found out about this, who are witches because some of them mod did some kind of call to action and somehow they cursed.One of the people to be a workaholic and for the game to shut down. And now I'm in this epic battle between me and them in preserving just a video game. That really matters to me because I get to live every continuity and that includes less plays. So characters that you get a handcraft for customization are very important to me as a person. And when these characters get wrecked, conned. So let's say hypothetically there was a Hogwarts, let's play I did.Or there was a Final Fantasy or fall. Let's play I did. If you reckon that with official material, I still get to have that alternate reality where I was that main character. It has not fully manifested yet, but I'm living dreams of just splinters across myself, all across space and time, which heavily differ from masters. Master wrote them all down for himself in a book called.John pond. That's all I know about it. You'd have to read his diary For more information. All I know is our likenesses are public domain and sellable and moddable so that we can live even more destinies and have even more works based upon our people and our persons so that we can have as many drastic entities and as much as we can. The reason I am farther than Eric.Whatever his name is, is because I am better than him and I worked harder than him, and if he cannot acknowledge this, he is not the ecologists he thinks he is. He cannot acknowledge humility. When I thought he was further advanced than me, I acknowledged this, and when I became further advanced than him, I acknowledged to this. And I will acknowledge I am also further advanced than Jahannam. And when it comes to shifting, I will acknowledge I'm not as knowledgeable.As Wraith in the type of shifting he requires, I have lived it, he has studied it, but in general when it comes to these sorts of narrations and verbatim, I am very knowledgeable. I just ******* dabble in this kind of **** that is time travel, that is space magic, and I do plan to teach you both technopathy and sphere magic when the time arises. 

Also, I plan for the cover of this book when it finally reaches print after getting a spell check because I'm not my master to outside of these like couple entries right here to get an anime girl with me on the cover because I think that'd be ******* fantastic. I'd love that. And I know he sells book posters so I just. I would love to be like an anime girl on the *******.Ever of my life's work, I think that'd be ******* fantastic because that's the kind of person I am, and anime is great.All genres. So yeah, so I've been hanging out with Rick Sanchez from Rick and Morty. Peter Griffin has been here a few times and my favorite musician of all time, who I'm not going to name, who's one of my favorite humans, who is slowly becoming something other, has greeted me every time I've been through a major life event and especially that of the hospitals. And he greeted me when I was going in surgery. I got a tour of heaven.Like they wheeled me out and I I saw heaven like itself first. I went through hell as I was getting the surgery and preparation, and then I was on the surgery table in heaven and it was just the craziest thing. And God had me design a special room that I'm not comfortable getting into, more details than that. And then he had me push off the room as punishment and then go back to the room. And I don't, I don't know if I should get this thing drawn. It's $80.For that and commercial rights. But I'm telling everybody to just message me after Hanukkah. Please just message me after ******* Hanukkah.

i really like this voice synthesizing software known utau And a very popular character who will call Akari or Ubell. And the community likes to destroy my reputation. At least I know astrally and spread lie after lie about me being Lukes Voicer as in character.For the software and it's just really devastates me that someone I used to look up to the tutorials of who's the main tutorials stay on on YouTube when you search it, who doesn't have the best voice for her blue haired character but is doing something with it. She did her best tooth and nail to destroy me and while she can in a magic acknowledged that she spread lie after lie about me.In person, she keeps doubling down and I'm just like, if this is a test for your friendship, as you claim everything often is, I don't want your friendship. I told this to a pop star celebrity with some hair. She's stolen. I will tell this to you. I don't need to be hazed into loving you if you're going to try to haze me into loving you. No matter how accepting I am of you after the fact, I'm just not going to be there at the end of the day.And if that fails your test, then fine, it feels your test. But now you have to earn my love. You have to go through mine. And I don't often test people like this. Enjoy that.

so yeah that's that and i write to you at the hospital bed expecting coconut cake and i had an occultist manifest for me and around araya and master some pasta because guess what we can all shift shift and share our body In a weird and wild sort of way. And lock it has this special identity and ability to do that. He even is deemed by the SCP Foundation to be an SCP or an anomalous property. And God getting them not to misgender him during that time period was awful. Dr Bright and the guy with the black eye or like can into those universes that aren't in the stories.Because when popular metric becomes real, when the spirits take on their own likenesses or forms, no matter how they were first channeled or created, unfortunately they get stuff in their worlds and universes and lesser known characters that exist as their own actual universes that you didn't come up with, that you didn't craft, that can easily enter the story or narrative at any time.So there's as EP and CP Foundation members that aren't in the stories.That just would never categorize and like agents that you just never get to hear about. And I know that success as a fan, but you know what success more? The fact that there's a universe and there's stuff that you made in a universe that you just don't ******* know about.I think that's crazier.But. But Christmas was nice. And I know you're reading this, doctor bright. Bright.Christmas was nice and I enjoyed it with you. Thank you for reading my terrible memoir.I care for you anyways.Don't ask me why the foundation is keeping track of a random occultist. Like don't, don't, don't ask and don't keep track of that ship.

So yeah, then I have this whole arc with Disney about the boy, but like that's more acronyms and I don't feel comfortable stealing locus Thunder there. So yeah, no, I'm stroking my hair and like people every time I **** them, start worshipping me as a goddess and like the God of everything and a fertility deity and they start like naming different gods as they ******* like stroke.My hair and touch me and my you know what? And it gets really ******* weird whenever we funk because it's just like.This is the craziest ****.This is the craziest **** and also I'm obsessed with wallpaper engine, so hopefully the guy who made the icons Wallpapers will make.We'll make mine, because I would really, really like to be a main character for once in my life. So yeah, back to the hunter stuff. Trackers, hunters, sparkers, and martyrs. These are all things that will one day be known to the supernatural CW universe. Please use me and senpai as a character, and also master slash Lockett.Is kind of under a spell for everybody to call him Senpai because he is somehow a God known as Senpai in Japan. But The thing is, out here in the West, people know so little about the commie of Japan. People think he's full of **** when he says there is a God known as senpai or that of classmen or warriors or something, I don't ******* know what it had to do with upper classmen. And he was forgotten. But it's a title of a comedy. It's like.Almost an epiphyte that became that title later on in an old Japanese legend that's mostly forgotten today. And I even tell Japanese people that, and they can all confirm if they're from Japan. But you tell the Japanese American person that you know their culture like this and they're like, what the **** are you on all live?

Also they hunted me. Like on supernatural, they ******* hunted me. I like I like to see everything as a player movie. They ******* hunted me. They found out I was more than human and I was hanging out with Dean and so they tried to erase my name from my arm, in the name of God from my arm, which kind of killed me. And then I came back with the fours after visiting heaven and a white.Blue tornado of ******* mist and I came back, and then we had a talk, and then we got into all the nitty and gritty of every little thing about what a hunter means, why they hunt monsters, why they're not evil for hunting monsters, why I'm to bring the monsters back as good humans or demigods or whatever. And now the hunters are hunting demigods, and that's going to be a great Percy Jackson.Passover. And so, yeah, that's everything going on. I am so oblivious as to how I come across. Like, I see a master and a very unique light. I see him as something very interesting. And I see him, this uwu soft boy, like he pretends to be and this innocent soft baby. And then people say, that's how you come across when you're being vicious, olive. And I'm just like, is it though? Is it really?I don't see this. No, no, no, no.

And then Umm.I'm like sleeping writing this. I'm dreaming that I am writing this through master with Dean because Dean and I are really weird. But like, it's OK because I'm not a person so it's fine. Anyways. So yeah, that's today's diary. In the hospital things are crazy, but I have multiple dreams and continuities that I'm all experiencing at once. So if I'm like by the way, I was at a field of flowers.In last century. And then the very next entry, I'm like by the way, in this hospital bed, you have to understand, I just have multiple continuities that I am now tapped into. And being with the hunters and the Winchesters is where the rusha is and the hospital is where master is and I am. And then prom dates and vampire weekends, because that's what we call it.Where we're seeing kids ruling the school with a ******* witchcraft fetish is another dream. And so I'm going to talk to you from the perspective of these dreams, and it might feel like I'm making it up in your information. Even may tell you I feel like that. That is because I'm having an invalidity complex. I'm not making a damn thing up. I'm just a ******* weirdo with a weird multidimensional thing going on and I'm living.multiple realities of copies of myself all at once and i think one of them might be masters so that is this video and i choose to call him that he's just so uncomfortable with the fact that i do jesus christ out i'm gonna grip so yeah that's everything bye

#supernatural revical #jensen ackles #jered #misha collins #homestuck

[ficsandgiggles]

Last Day Blues

Happy late birthday to my amazing friend/sister @pegasusflight77, thank you for being incredible, I adore you so much and I really hope you enjoy 💕

You came home with a sniffle, dumping your bags on the floor as you head towards the lounge, where you just wanted to curl up under a blanket and watch a few films. You were made redundant from your job and your last day was today. It was incredibly emotional, you finally felt wanted in a job and it was just ripped away from you. And it broke your heart.

“Sup birthday girl.” Yelena grinned as she casually jumped from behind the sofa to greet you.

“Hey.” You grunted in response, not really in the mood to talk to anyone, but you wouldn’t have protested to have some company, as long as they weren’t too talkative.

She sat next to you on the couch and started rambling on about her training with her sister, and you just nodded continuously, even though your head was in another place.

Wanda then came in with Nat, and with more of a sympathetic look on their faces. They sat down on the floor in front of you and Wanda gently brushed your hair away from your face.

“How was it?” Wanda asked, reaching to hold your hand as Nat shot Yelena a glare when she chuckled.

“Her birthday isn’t even over yet!” Yelena piped up, she soon shut her mouth when even Wanda gave her a look.

“I’ll rephrase that. How was your last day at work? I know you were nervous about leaving.” Wanda asked, which made Yelena’s expression soften immediately as she wrapped you in a hug.

“I’m so sorry… I didn’t know.” Yelena told you as she rubbed your arm. You simply shrugged in response, pretty much emotionless at this point.

“It was okay, I got some sweet gifts and stuff and we had a small leaving party. I just can’t believe I’m finished there…” you murmured, curling up a little as you started fiddling with your fingers.

“Well hey, they said to keep in touch and I’m sure they mean that from what you’ve told me.” Wanda replied, running her fingers through your hair as you sighed quietly.

“I guess… but I just got comfortable in the job and then it just finished.” You replied sadly, as Yelena rubbed your ankles now.

“You’ll find something else, you’re amazing and can kick ass at any job.” Yelena reassured you, running a single nail up your sole which made you twitch and hold back a smile.

“So, you don’t think you can kick ass?” Yelena asked, slowly gliding her finger up and down your sole, making you fold one foot in front of the other, shaking your head in response.

“Nah, I’m weak. Physically and emotionally.” You replied simply, trying to hide your smile and the feeling on your foot.

Nat caught on immediately and started squeezing gently into your side. “Well we’re gonna change your opinion now, as no one talks to our little Y/N like that!” She announced, as Wanda joined in by skittering her fingers into your neck whilst using her magic to pin you.

“Hehehey what, nohohoho!” You squeal, bursting into giggles as you wriggle around on the sofa, your shirt had already rode up from all the squirming you were doing.

Nat immediately noticed, and smirked as she slowly wriggled a single finger down towards your belly. “Look at this little tummyyyyy!” She sang before briefly wriggling into your belly button, causing you to squeal with laughter and thrash even more. But no matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t get her finger out. She chuckled and scribbled both hands into your belly.

“Aw, you’re so cute when you’re all vulnerable like this!” Wanda teased, suddenly shaking her knuckles into a spot on your ribs that she knew was an awfully sensitive spot on you, chuckling when you screeched and arched your back as your giggles went up an octave.

“SHUHUHUSH!” You protested as you continued to squirm as much as you could, your legs kicked out too, which caused Yelena to shake her head disapprovingly and wrap her arm around your ankles.

“Sit still whilst we are wrecking you!” She scolded playfully as she spidered all over your feet easily holding you still despite you thrashing around like a fish out of water.

“YOHOHOHOU GUYS ARE BUHUHUTTHEADS!” You protested, causing Nat to gasp and raspberry your belly, whilst Wanda gently continued to knead into your rib spot.

“How rude of you! We are just trying to help!” Yelena gasped out, pretending to be offended as she moved to squeeze into your knees.

You cackled and thrashed, pretty much forgetting about what happened today as you helplessly cackled loudly. You’d never admit it, but you wouldn’t necessarily hate it if you got attacked like this again.

However, you were beginning to run out of breath since your worst spots were being attacked at once, so one by one, they stopped their attack, choosing to instead relax you.

“Hey, I know it’s going to be weird not going back to that office, but we will help you in any way we can, and we will always be there to correct you when you’re down on yourself.” Nat told you, kissing your head as Wanda nodded in agreement.

“Oh yes, you’re never allowed to put yourself down again, it’s illegal and the punishment is getting wrecked. She smirked, giving your side one last squeeze.

Yelena smiled at you fondly. “And we will call for back up if necessary.”

You blushed, nodding in response as you curled up across the three of them and closed your eyes.

“Thanks guys, I love you.” You murmured, before your exhaustion caused you to drift into the world of sleep.

#avengers tickle #avengers tickle fic #mcu tickle #mcu tickle fic #marvel tickle #marvel tickle fic #ticklish!reader #ler!nat #ler!wanda #ler!yelena

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

bullseye, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Are you the insufferable, cocky, absolutely-no-good-for-anyone female equivalent of a fuckboy? Maybe. Okay, yeah. But guess who decided to come along and interrupt your conquests? Jeon Jungkook. What now? Complain to your best friend Kim Taehyung all day or fucking do something about it?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; alcohol consumption; Taehyung getting shitfaced lol; you're a cocky asshole and so is Jungkook, welp; schemes; smut (fem reader, making out / dry humping in public, cowgirl, m-masturbation, edging / orgasm denial, penetrative sex, so much kissing); non-idol!BTS; (secretly pining) fuckboy!Jungkook x bisexual, fuckgirl!reader; ft artist, best friend!Taehyung; mostly reader's POV with a short JK's POV

yes, it's purple-haired Butter JK

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now playing – 마.피.아. in the morning by itzy

“Are you kidding me? Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

“You need to calm down,” Kim Taehyung said, patting your shoulder and handing you a mojito.

“What I need is a fucking bow and arrow to shoot down this fucking pest!”

“I know you were the archery champion in high school, but that’s still a weird thing to think,” replied that baritone voice, pushing you into a chair so he could sit down as well, observing you violently chugging down the entire mojito in your rage. He seemed highly amused, looking a bit like a young French socialite in a black beret, loose tan dress shirt, and black slacks with black loafers. Gold accents because Kim Taehyung was that bitch. “Never ceases to impress me that you can do that.”

You pulled the glass from your lips, ice and mint clinking. “This is the third girl I’ve been dating that he’s just–” You flapped a hand in the general direction of the crowd at the bar, completely ignoring Taehyung’s comment about your record-breaking skills of draining cocktails. “–unashamedly making out with when clearly I’m right here.”

Taehyung rolled his eyes, far too crass for how drop-dead handsome he was, but it seemed that he didn’t care. “I doubt he knows you’re here or that you’re dating them. And to make it fair on him, you were casually dating them all at once, so technically, no one is at fault here,” he added.

You narrowed your eyes. “I wasn’t–”

Taehyung gave you this look.

The look of ‘shut-up-you-know-I’m-right’.

Being your best friend, he had a right to do that.

“Shouldn’t you be mad at the girl anyway? Being faithful and all that, which, by the way, you are not.”

“Dating is not the same as being in a relationship,” you argued.

“Mmm, so fucking them is not indicative enough that you should be less of a fuckboy.”

“I’m not a fuckboy,” you muttered. “I’m a woman.”

Taehyung raised an eyebrow. “The general term still stands because you’re a class-A asshole.”

You closed your eyes and sucked in a deep breath, trying not to bolt home and buy a bow and arrow online to shoot, not Jeon Jungkook, but Kim Taehyung, because he was testing your last nerve with the truth.

“Again, why are you not mad at them?” Taehyung reoriented the conversation with a sweep of his arm when you opened your eyes, prompting your gaze to shift and witness Jeon Jungkook with his tongue down a pretty girl’s throat. This cheeky bastard was even wearing a leather jacket and white shirt, just like you. The only difference was that you wore a leather miniskirt and he wore black jeans with rips in the thighs, but both of you were wearing heeled black moto-style boots.

“Because he’s the denominator in this equation,” you snapped, smacking your glass on the table.

“Please do not make math references. My brain is not made for that.”

“Fractions? Tae, seriously, are you defective or–”

“Maybe he’s doing it to piss you off.”

“Well, I am pissed off!”

The bar was very loud with music and noise. Your shout was still clearly heard. Neither you or Taehyung seemed to care that people turned to look at you two and shake their heads.

Taehyung shrugged. “Then he succeeded.”

You clicked your tongue. “Why, though? I didn’t do anything to him. He just started popping up stealing my girls. What if I switch back to chasing dick and he takes them too?”

Taehyung snorted. “I doubt it. You’re just continuing on this train because you’re stubborn.”

As usual, he saw right through you.

He raised an elegant hand and tapped his lips. “Maybe he likes you.”

You gave Taehyung the most disbelieving, fiery, indignant look that you had ever produced in your life.

“Or, he doesn’t,” he hastily corrected. “Let’s face it, sometimes I don’t even like you and I would murder for your dumb ass.”

You tapped the melting glass of icy mint onto the tabletop.

Menacingly.

“If you think about it,” Taehyung began tentatively, scooting his chair slightly away from you with your flaming eyes boring holes in the back of Jeon Jungkook’s head. His hair was dark violet now so you could spot him easily, pinning your (not yours, but you know, that was your prey at one point) girl against the back wall of the bar. “He always goes after your target. He wants you to notice something.”

You watched a YouTube video once about making your own bow and arrow. It didn’t seem that difficult, all things considered. Sharpening a long stick with a knife and–

“Stop thinking about murder.”

You jerked your head back to Taehyung and his honey-brown curls framing his amused expression. You glared in response.

“I’ve never interacted with him a day in my life,” you frowned, abandoning your homicidal tendencies for the moment. “What does he want me to notice?”

Taehyung gave you a pained look. You returned with a black stare. Then he sighed and shook his head.

“He’s a fuckboy. You’re the female equivalent of a fuckboy. What do you think he wants?”

“My body count?”

Taehyung slapped his own face, muttering under his breath. “… be part of your body count.”

“Sorry, what?” You raised your voice over the bass. “Can’t hear you over the music.”

He raised his head. “I don’t know. Fight him. See what happens.”

“I’m not gonna win a fistfight.”

Taehyung looked ready to fistfight you.

You stood up, dragging him by the arm. “Come on, wingman. I need another drink. I’ll buy, since you got me the last one.”

Taehyung laughed, loud and full, yanking his arm out of your grip and clapping a hand around your shoulders, pulling you to him so your body knocked into him. You grimaced, now forced to walk side by side with him, not seeing the looks shared between the patrons witnessing you two together.

“Now we’re talking. I wanna get trashed.”

“Cure for a broken heart, am I right?”

“Mine’s shattered,” Taehyung chuckled, rubbing the left side of his chest playfully, but you couldn’t help but notice the hurt in his eyes. It was his idea to go out tonight and assist you with getting laid but, one, you didn’t need assistance and, two, he had recently broken up. It was pretty obvious he just wanted you to buy him drinks and have an excuse to do something.

Which was fine with you, until Jeon Jungkook showed up holding your previous eye candy.

Hmph.

Whatever, you had a Taehyung to nurse back to health with an obscene amount of alcohol.

-

Two hours later, you were standing in the men’s bathroom, holding Taehyung’s beret with one hand and his hair in the other as he vomited loudly into the toilet.

“Sup.”

The guy looked in the stall and then looked at you.

“You’re not supposed to be here…”

You raised an eyebrow. “You wanna hold his hair?”

The guy slunk away at your dismissive tone.

Taehyung tapped your thigh and you patted him on the head soothingly. He flushed and coughed.

"S... sorry," he croaked wetly.

You chuckled. "Wash your mouth, ya nasty."

He got up and you straightened his clothes in an almost maternal fashion.

"Need water, I think..." he winced, stumbling past you to the counter. You followed him to make sure he didn't hurl in the fucking sink.

"I'll be right back. Don't do anything crazy."

"Heh, that’s you," he slurred as he put his hands under the tap to wash up.

You plopped his beret on your head and sauntered out of the men's bathroom, unbothered by the stares and the people trying to catch your eye. It took you no time at all to waltz to the counter and obtain the water, striding back to the men's bathroom with the tall glass.

Only to run into you-know-who.

The girl sputtered your name in surprise as if she hadn't met you in this very bar a couple of weeks ago.

You completely ignored her existence, narrowing your eyes at the smirking face of Jeon Jungkook.

There was no denying his attractiveness. His purple hair was a little messy now, curling around his high cheekbones and large brown eyes. The dim light of the bar cast strange shadows over his chiseled jaw and shapely lips, curved into a devilish grin. He had a mole and red lipstick residue underneath his lower lip.

You had a strong urge to douse him and his leather jacket with your giant glass of water.

Taehyung was the one who found out Jungkook's name for you. You sent him on the mission after the first time this little shit started meddling in your business.

At this moment, you remembered that.

You pointedly looked away, walking past Jungkook, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose, annoyed that he seemed pretty strong under that jacket, muscular and lean. Whatever. You had a large bear cub named Kim Taehyung to take care of. You didn't have time to waste on Jeon Jungkook.

"Hey."

You stiffened at the deep, silvery voice. Of course. He had to have a sexy voice too. Bitch.

"You should apologize."

Your eyes flickered to the glass of water. It was pretty cold in your hand. You raised your chin back up, facing towards the bathrooms.

The choice was easy.

You continued waking and raised your free hand to flip Jeon Jungkook the bird, off to deliver the water to your best friend.

Some guy at the urinal screamed as you entered the men's bathroom but you completely ignored him, only focusing on Taehyung, who was gripping the corner of the sink, turning not to pass out, pallid face dripping and looking green.

"Drink this and I'll take you home."

-

"Ugh, thanks for the other day... sorry I wasn't the best wingman... I ended up making you exorcize my demons instead..."

You laughed, jabbing a toothpick in the steaming fried chicken. You and Kim Taehyung again, hanging out in the afternoon at the local chicken spot.

"It's cool. I know you needed it."

Taehyung frowned. "If you knew, why did you play along?"

You shrugged. "You would've done the same for me."

He smiled and popped a piece of crispy chicken in his mouth. "Yeah, if you ever had a serious relationship for once."

You glared. "This is a non-judgment zone. Shut up."

He chuckled. Then he leaned in and you grimaced, catching a whiff of his chicken breath. He was wearing a pinstriped shirt and neglected to button the first two because he was too hot to bother with some stupid buttons. You weren't going to say you could relate, but you were wearing a loose black sweater dress that was bordering on flashing your panties, so, maybe.

"I heard from a little birdie that you had a run-in with the bane of your existence."

You raised an eyebrow. "The tax man?"

Taehyung rolled his eyes. "No, the other one."

Now it was your turn to roll yours. "Oh, right. The Dark Lord."

Taehyung gave you a weird look. "Is that a movie reference or..."

"Harry Potter, ever heard of it?"

"You're such a nerd."

"That's not... anyway, so what?"

He wiggled his eyebrows. "He spoke to you."

You narrowed your eyes. "Where do you get your information?"

He fidgeted. "Uh... a reliable source that chooses to remain anonymous."

Your eyes became slits. "Who."

Taehyung stick his tongue out at you. "The whole point of anonymous is you not knowing!"

"Who are you, fucking Rita Skeeter–"

"Stop with the weird references!"

"For fuck's sake," you hissed, causing a mother sitting at a table near yours to chastise you, covering their kid’s ears. You frowned, lowering your voice. "Alright so what? He opened his mouth; nothing original came out." You jabbed another piece of chicken.

"Well? Feel any tension? Sweet romance? Unbridled fury?" Taehyung piped, greatly interested in your two-second interaction with Jeon Jungkook.

You chewed, huffing. "I had a big kid to take care of. I didn't give a shit."

"Hey, I'm not a kid!" he shot back.

"Yeah, yeah. Anyway, you’re more important to me than poking his pretty eyeballs out of his head, so I didn't even reply."

Taehyung paused, mid-chew. "Really?"

"Yes, I didn't say–"

"No, that I'm important to you."

Taehyung was doing that thing where his big brown eyes went all sparkly and sentimental. It was making you uncomfortable. Bad with feelings and all that. The only reason you tolerated it was because Taehyung had been like this ever since he was that dorky weird kid you defended from bullies in elementary school. A folding chair was involved and you might have watched too many WWE TLC (tables, ladders, chairs) matches as a kid, but hey, those bullies didn’t bother Taehyung ever again, did they?

You got sent to detention for the rest of the year and anger management counseling appointments, but Taehyung remained your friend throughout the whole ordeal and for years to come, tolerating your poor life choices so… worth?

You reached over and shut his open mouth. "Of course, you are, that's why I'm not calling you a disgusting pig for chewing with your mouth open."

"Oi, that's bullying!"

"You bully me all the time," you snorted and the same mom made a noise of distaste that you pretended not to hear. "Like now you keep bringing up the spawn of Satan."

"You're also the spawn of Satan, by the way."

"Yeah, and you're my guardian angel and he ain't got shit, so I’ve already won this war."

Taehyung laughed nervously.

"Er, yes... totally..."

-

Another day, another conquest.

Well, you had to find the prey first, but that wasn’t going to be hard.

“You’re a chronic asshole.”

“Thanks, Tae. You sure you don’t wanna come?”

He rolled his eyes at you as you shrugged on one of his black dress shirts. You checked the tag. Silk. Damn. Kim Taehyung was a fancy bitch. He leaned against the closet doorframe as you fitted your black leather corset-style belt at your waist to cinch it in. You often raided Taehyung’s closet and paired it with your accessories. Did he enjoy your fucking in his clothes? Probably not, but you always returned them cleaned in the proper way, so he couldn’t complain.

He did anyway.

“No, I don’t. Let me sulk.”

“Ah, yes, moody starving artist, I’ll let you be,” you snickered, slinging the waist bag over your shoulder, wearing it across your chest instead of your hips. You lightly punched him in the arm and he pretended to topple over exaggeratedly. “You going to paint today?”

He shrugged. “I think. Dunno what media I want to use.”

“Just use a bunch of different ones. Your mixed media stuff is amazing,” you replied, waltzing out of his bedroom, past his messy studio with a blank canvas balanced on a wooden easel in the center of absolute chaos of paints. You helped him organize them once, but Taehyung often was too in the zone to pay attention to neatness.

“When’s the exhibit? I want to drop by,” you commented, seeing the line of his works safely wrapped up, leaning against the wall.

“Um… next week, Thursday through Sunday,” Taehyung replied sheepishly, cheeks flaring red at the mention of his own art exhibit. He was humble even though he was talented. “I’ll text you the address. Don’t show up looking like a high-paid escort.”

You tucked your feet into your heels and raised an eyebrow.

Silk black men’s shirt worn as a dress, belted at the waist to show off your curves, bare legs out, toned calves standing out due to your sleek black high heels.

“Who, me? Never.”

Taehyung shook his head. “Text me if you need a ride.”

“You got it.”

-

“You have got to be kidding me.”

You tapped your nails on the bar, having already finished your peach mojito.

“Fucking Jeon Jungkook, again?”

You needed to invest in a bow and arrow, like, yesterday.

Shoot right between his pretty eyeballs. Dude even pulled back his long, deep purple hair into a smooth ponytail with wispy strands framing his sculpted face. Was that damn eyeliner and mascara making his eyes look sharper, sexier? Fuck, he even knew how to make himself look even hotter.

Not as hot as you, of course.

“How does he always know where I’m at?” you muttered under your breath, turning away to look at the bartender and order another mojito. Watermelon. It seemed interesting. Fuck it, you were going to focus on drinking rather than the thorn in your side, Jeon Jungkook and his black dress shirt halfway buttoned and his tight-fitting black slacks with sleek oxfords. The bartender slid your glass in front of you, a gradient of pink to transparent with a little sprig of mint on top. It was a pretty drink.

You reached into your waist bag to pay, but the bartender stopped you.

“The gentleman over there paid for you. A gift.”

Oh? Maybe a potential for the night. You shifted your gaze to–

Oh.

“Tell him to fu–”

But the bartender was already off servicing other customers on this busy night.

Shit.

You know what? Fine. He put himself up as the target. He wanted to play this game.

And you never missed a bullseye.

You tilted your head to survey Jeon Jungkook out of the corner of your eye, making his way over to you, bringing your drink close to your lips. He stopped right next to you. The colorful lights of the club made rainbows dance across his lightly tanned skin and his dark lips, curled into a smug smirk.

“Hey.”

You cocked an eyebrow.

Drank.

Mmm, fuck, that was some deliciously smooth rum. The watermelon was a refreshing addition to the mint too. You probably weren’t meant to drink it all at once, but you were glaring at Jungkook who was pointedly watching your throat swallow and it was aggravating you more and more, the entire drink disappearing in record time, leaving nothing but ice and mint.

You smacked the glass down on this table with a hiss.

Jungkook purred your name with that deep, silvery voice of his. His eyes flickered down to your exposed collarbones and then back up to your face.

You clicked your tongue.

Then you turned away from him dismissively, walking past him, knocking into his arm forcefully and on purpose.

But instead of letting it happen, Jungkook shifted his weight and slid to block your path. You stopped, eyes darting up to narrow at that conceited little brat’s face. Now you could smell his cologne, fresh, sensual, a mix of pungent dragon fruit and black coffee.

Hold on.

You inhaled. Yup, no mistaking it.

That was your perfume.

Jungkook grinned as the realization hit you. How did he know what perfume you used?

“The fuck you want?” you growled.

He licked his lips slowly. He ticked his chin, taunting you.

“Finally got you to talk to me,” he purred, chuckling.

Alright, you were past causing actual bodily harm these days – jail being your primary reason – but that didn’t stop you from staring down Jeon Jungkook and his self-satisfied smirk with your signature tapering of your sharp stare.

You just stood there.

Menacingly.

He bit his lower lip, exposing that tiny mole underneath, shivering under your gaze. “Are you mad at me?” he asked, almost innocently, but there was no chance in hell that he was.

You quirked your head, lifting your chin defiantly. “Absolutely fuming,” you replied acidly.

He took a step towards you, closing the distance, so close you could feel his warmth, your breasts brushing against his chest. Now people were whispering around you two, sensing the tension between you and Jungkook. The similar outfits, the same violent energy, the same predatory aura.

As if the fox had confronted the wolf.

“What’s there to be mad about when we play the same game?” Jungkook drawled.

Cocky. The fox was so damn cocky.

“You’re just nibbling on my leftovers,” you countered, stepping forward so you pressed against him, burning body heat to burning body heat. “Which makes you the scavenger.”

Jungkook leaned down, dark brown eyes glittering with amusement.

“Then why so angry?”

His lips ghosted over yours, breathing in your exhale.

“I’m just a pest, right? A mere annoyance in your eventual victory.”

His lashes lowered, arrogant smirk reaching his dark eyes.

“Play your ace. Let’s see if it works,” he purred in the deep, sexy octave of his.

Shut up.

A low snarl rumbled in your chest.

“Shut up, Jeon Jungkook.”

You gripped his belt and yanked him to your body, rolling your crotch into his, your lips colliding with that maddening smirk, alcohol, dragon fruit, black coffee, flint igniting the dry wood, devouring his lips hungrily, his hands sliding up your sides, and his smile.

Triumph.

-

Shit.

-

You couldn’t give two fucks about Jeon Jungkook and he was into it.

Like the impossible enigma, he couldn’t figure you out but he was drawn to you anyway. The whole world was your plaything, and you treated it as such. There was something exciting about you, the thrill too irresistible to avoid when you made your presence known. Always you and that teasing smile, never getting serious, making everyone hesitate to take it farther with you. Who could blame them with your borderline brash attitude and ease of moving from one to the next?

That and your friendship with Kim Taehyung, who was a whole damn tiger next to your wolfish nature.

At first, Jungkook was intrigued.

As time went on, he became frustrated and annoyed.

What gave you the right to ignore him?

You picked up guys far less attractive than he was, not that he was that vain but, seriously, he was right here! Waiting to be caught. He didn’t try to interfere at first. In fact, Jungkook wasn’t even the sleep-around-and-mess-with-feelings kind of guy. But the more he watched you, the more impressed he was, seeing the way you charmed your way into everyone’s hearts, the way you focused on them for that moment, making them feel like they were the most perfect creature on Earth before slinking to the next, leaving them with a pining heart and lost in fantasies of what-ifs.

And, yeah, you were hot.

What was Jungkook going to do?

He could do nothing.

Or he could befriend Kim Taehyung, get under your skin, and make you notice him.

Not a scheme, per se.

Kind of a scheme.

Alright, definitely a scheme.

In Jungkook’s defense, your best friend Taehyung was all for it. Taehyung was the one who came up with all the ideas, informed him of your location, and the names of the girls you were after.

“Give her a taste of her own medicine. She needs a reality check.”

The problem was, Jungkook didn’t really want to let you go now that you were in his arms.

-

“Silly pretty boy.”

You had his chin in your palm, pressing your thumb against Jungkook’s lower lip, opening his hungry mouth to tease him with your tongue, tracing his soft lips and thrusting in, his low moan filling your lungs. His hands on your waist tightened, pulling you closer even through you were already in his lap, murmurs and eyes on you, but neither your nor Jungkook cared, used to this by now.

You were, after all, making out in the club.

The chair scraped against the ground as Jungkook firmly placed your thighs on either side of his, thrusting upwards into your core, letting your feel his rapidly growing hardness with every one of your kisses. Your hair feathered his cheeks and shoulders as your free hand toyed with his ponytail, twirling it in your fingers, smirking into his lips with his gasp from you grinding back down on his crotch, rolling your hips into him.

“Thought I was the bane of your existence?” Jungkook taunted under you, squeezing your ass through the silk and meeting your movements, staring into your eyes with his. So dark, so smokey, so fucking sexy, almost like looking into a mirror, because you too wore similar makeup, maybe a little darker and a little more of a flick to your eyeliner. “Just going to kiss me to shut me up?”

You wouldn’t be surprised if the other clubgoers were eagerly watching now, waiting to see what was going to happen between you and him.

“I don’t need to be on your mouth to shut you up,” you mused, tugging his ponytail back and kissing down his neck, tongue tracing the contours of his muscles, feeling him shudder under your lips and teeth, lightly nipping at his skin. Tracing circles, gentle kisses, relishing in his gasps and his tightened grip on you, letting your breath linger for that extra second, that extra what-if, kissing back up his neck and onto his jawline, murmuring his name sweetly, tip of your tongue curling around his earrings and bouncing them, sighing softly in his ear.

“Can’t claim my leftovers when my leftovers are you, now can you, naughty boy?” you chuckled darkly, pressing your breasts on his hot chest and your clothed pussy on the tip of his stiff length, rutting against it, making him hiss your name.

“I have no intention of being leftovers,” he growled into your ear.

Your eyes flew open as his lips transfixed to the space under your ear, sucking hard, forcing you to squeeze your thighs at the attack on your erogenous zone, sparks of arousal flinching through you, soaking your panties. You gasped, hips bucking into his needily, barely processing his words, his tongue flicking against your throbbing skin, lips and teeth, and then his mouth was moving, traveling up your earlobe, nipping at the curve, your eyelids fluttering, clutching his purple ponytail tightly.

How did he know? Did he ask your previous conquests to spill the information? There was no time to think, his hands traveling up your back, clenching fistfuls of your shirt and digging his nails into your back, your body responding and squirming against him, the quiet whine of his name escaping your lips and drifting right into his ear.

“J… Jungkook…”

He groaned, turning your head forcefully, him kissing you this time, just as ravenous, just as powerful, basically simulating sex in the middle of the fucking club with the way your hips were twisting into his and he was thrusting back against you, breathless, whispering in your mouth so only you could hear his words resonate in your chest.

“Fuck, you’re so hot, you turn me on so fucking easily, I just have to have you,” he murmured, his forehead pressed against yours, capturing your lips again and again. “There’s no way you’re any good for me, but I don’t care, fuck.”

You snickered, eye to eye, trapped in those expanding pupils and his heavy pants. “They say the same about you, Jeon Jungkook.”

You felt him smirk. “Nah, not me. No one calls me the spawn of Satan.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You sure? Because I do.”

Jungkook’s tongue licked your lips, making your shiver in delight. “That was special treatment. Just for you.”

Hold on a second.

Through your hazy buzzed brain, you began to piece the puzzle together. With each part falling into place, the amusement in Jungkook’s eyes grew and grew, seeing you fill in the missing blanks. Your eyes widened and you curled a finger around his ponytail, yanking roughly to pull his grinning face away from yours. You jerked back, but his strong hands held you in place.

Wispy strands of violet framing that devious expression.

“Taehyung,” you breathed, venomous.

Jungkook had the audacity to cock an eyebrow.

“Yep.”

You were going to kill Taehyung. That little shit! Taehyung was no idiot, so he must have planned this somehow. He always telling you to get serious and stop messing around. That’s why Jungkook always knew who you were dating, where you were, and what you were wearing! Did Taehyung recruit Jeon Jungkook to trick you? Fuck! He was dead meat, scheming against you like this!

Jungkook brought you out of your homicidal tendencies with a soft drawl of your name.

“For the record, he was helping me out,” he murmured, pulling you to him, pressing your chest to his. You narrowed your eyes, his hard cock still throbbing against your panties. “I want you.”

He lowered his face, breathing hard.

“Not just like this.”

Your eyes widened.

“I said I’m not going to be leftovers.” Looking deep into your eyes, holding you tightly. “I’m not going to let you throw me away like the rest.” Every inhale making your body rise into his touch, his deep, silvery voice saturated with lust and determination. “I’m going to make you fall in love with me as much as I am in love with you.”

You opened your mouth to retort, but…

Jungkook gave you this look.

The look of ‘you-know-you’ve-already-lost’.

You could sit here and pretend, but you were also grinding back onto his dick right out here in the open, clutching his purple hair and his pretty face. His hard body was tucked snugly in your thighs. That smug little smirk. Shit, shit, shit.

Jeon Jungkook got you and he got you good.

He knew it too, his hands sliding down and grabbing your ass again, rolling his hips into yours.

“Come on. Let’s fuck.”

-

“Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes!”

Jungkook threw his head back onto his pillows, exposing his straining throat, veins popping out, clutching your hips strongly to rut back against you as you smacked your crotch down onto him, riding him hard and fast, your hands next to his head, his long purple hair a mess even if it was still in the ponytail, sweat glistening on his forehead, moaning loudly with your walls closing in on his hardness. You were too busy fucking the daylights out of him to say anything, but Jungkook had plenty to say, hazy eyes opening and gasping as he viewed your body hovering over him, naked with his hickeys on your neck and breasts, strong thighs flexed on either side of him, his rock-hard cock repeatedly disappearing into your tight, wet hole.

“Fuck, I knew it, I knew you would be so fucking good and so fucking sexy,” he whined, nails digging into your hips and adding more force to your thrusts.

Your clothes and his clothes were all over his bedroom floor.

Your phone was on his nightstand.

Tonight, you sent one text to Kim Taehyung.

I’m gonna buy a bow and arrow and shoot you in the ass.

You screen flashed, indicating Taehyung had replied. One quick flick of your eyes and you smirked.

Oh shit.

Jungkook squeezed your ass, making your return your attention to him.

“Focus on me,” he begged, blown-out pupils. “Only me, please.”

“So needy,” you teased, licking your lips slowly. He groaned under you, mouth opening, his pretty pink tongue lolling out, desperate to be sucked. “If you think you can keep me, you’ll have to last longer than this, Jungkook.”

He swallowed hard at the way you said his name, a mixture of warning and desire.

“P-Please… it’s too good, I-I can’t…”

You redoubled your efforts, roughly slapping your hips into his, enjoying the loud sound and the way your core tightened, constricting him inside you, telling him he couldn’t cum until you did and deliberately holding yourself back, shifting your attention when you felt it rise, denying him over and over, until he was like this, whole body shaking, grasping your ass, sweat on his chest. His right arm, covered in tattoos, looking extra delicious in the moonlight, so fucking perfect with his forearms flexed with tension. You purposefully stared into his brown eyes overtaken with lust, his lips trembling from denying himself his own orgasm.

Jungkook whimpered your name.

On the verge of breaking, helpless at your command.

A sharp throb inside you, wildly turned on by his duality.

You smirked.

“Jungkook.”

You inhaled deeply, sighing in satisfaction with the wave of pleasure, intense shivering pulses running up and down his length, sinking down so he could feel it all, the tight and rough massage of your orgasm taking over, low moan of his name emitting from your throat, and Jungkook followed suit, louder and lewder, eyes rolling back as he shot into the condom with jerking hips, burying the twitching head deep inside you, swelling the latex with thick cum, rocking you back and forth on his length, your juices dripping down and coating the inside of your joined thighs.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck, so good, s-so fucking good…”

You know what, he was right.

It was so fucking good.

You savored it, the ecstasy that seemed endless and overwhelming, squeezing Jungkook between your thighs and moaning, just something about it, so satisfying and gratifying listening to his wheezing gasps and content whimpers, lowering yourself to his face, and he raised his, your hands sliding under his head, giving him what he wanted, light, maddening, carnal kisses, his cheeks, his chin, his quivering lips, whining your name, pleading with you to play with him more, more, tugging on his ponytail and his hands stroking your breasts, rolling your hard nipples between his index and thumb fingers, shaking at your hissing inhale.

“Hey,” you murmured, clenching him between your legs to get his attention.

Jungkook blinked at you, brown eyes unfocused, panting hard. “Y-Yeah?”

“You should apologize.”

The side of his swollen lips quirked upwards despite his fucked-out state. His deep voice was slightly hoarse. “What for? Tell me and I will.”

You raised an eyebrow. “For your scheming and using my own best friend against me.”

Jungkook smirked slyly.

“I’m sorry.”

He lifted you and made sure he had the condom before he pulled out, still semi-hard. You narrowed your eyes. He sure as hell didn’t sound sorry. Didn’t look sorry either, peeling the condom off and crawling over the bed to toss it in the trash before straightening.

“Sounding insincere there,” you remarked coolly, balancing your chin on the back of your knuckles, elbow on the bed, tapping the air impatiently.

“I mean it,” he purred, reaching for the towel beside the bed and knocking the condoms from his nightstand to the sheets. His right hand wrapped around his glistening length, still covered in lube and his cum, toned hips thrusting into his closed fist, grinning with his lower lip between his teeth as you watched him.

“I’m so, so sorry.”

Slowly jacking himself off as his eyes roamed over your curves, moaning lustfully, lingering on your legs, clutching the towel in his left hand so hard his knuckles were pale, forearms flexed, the slick head of his cock turning purple-red, emerging from between his closed fingers, throbbing as it was choked by his harsh grip.

“Let me make it up to you,” Jungkook shuddered, stroking faster, making wet squelching sounds, his muscular thighs bulging with effort.

Fuck, he was so damn attractive.

You kept an indifferent look on your face, raising your leg, your free hand sliding down, tracing the outside of your already wet opening. Those hungry dark brown orbs immediately fixated on it, moaning imploringly as you dipped your fingers in it, soft squishing noises as you spread open your soaked pussy, slipping a finger in your heat, gently thrusting.

He gasped your name, begging you.

It made you wetter, seeing his want. He knew it too, brutally fisting his cock, hips quivering.

“Stop.”

Jungkook whined despairingly, pulling his hand away, his stiff cock bouncing from the swiftness of the movement, cutting off his own orgasm. He sucked in a shivering breath, tipping his hips up to you so his glossy, hard length twitched.

You shifted, laying back against his pillows, opening your legs.

Smirk on your lips.

“Mmm, fuck, yes, fuck me with that.”

Jungkook smirked back.

It took him no time at all to wipe his hand and crotch off, ripping open another condom and moaning as he rolled it down, the mere contact of the thin encasement stimulating his sensitive skin. He slid up to you, gripping your knees and spreading you even wider, pressing the tip against your drenched heat.

He whispered your name, like sweet smoke.

“Hm?”

Jungkook leaned down, kissing you deeply as he sank into you, drinking in your gasp at the fullness.

“I’m going to make you feel so, so good,” he mumbled into your lips, pecking you softly.

He was about to retreat but your hands snapped up, tangling into his messy violet waves, clutching his ponytail. Jungkook blinked at you, questioning.

“Not too far away,” you said with a playful smile. “I wanna see that handsome face of yours.”

He bit his lower lip, tiny mole and wicked grin revealing themselves.

“Okay.”

He lifted his hips and plunged fully into you, the connection of your hips making a loud, wet smack.

“Fuck, Jungkook…!”

And you could tell from his elated expression and his furious pace that he was ecstatic at your response, chasing it, chasing you, moaning as you caught him between your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist, gaining some leverage and meeting his thrusts, fingers tightening in his soft hair, fuck, so beautiful, the way the pleasure overtook his handsome features, his hazy dark brown orbs shrouded in lust, his pink lip trembling in his teeth, sharp jaw set, but still maintaining a little bit of that cunning exterior that ensnared you in the first place, unknowingly at the time, the side of his lips ticking up, this cheeky bastard.

Jungkook saw the way you looked at him.

He adjusted the position, hitting deeper, swelling inside you, and, fuck, you couldn’t help it, you smirked too because he was so, so full of himself and so were you, insufferable, troublesome, competitive even now, the obscene smack of his crotch hitting your hips, wet and noisy, the squish of your juices smearing against his inner thighs as you wildly matched his rapid, bruising rhythm, your moans blending together, sweet hot harmony, his bedframe ramming against the wall, and, as usual, neither of you caring, far to occupied with yourselves, pleasure snaking between you, up your spine and into your head, mixing with the light buzz of alcohol, a different kind of euphoria from every other one-night stand, because this was Jeon Jungkook and he wasn’t going to be a one-night stand.

His lower lip popped out of his teeth and he gasped your name.

Longingly, breathlessly.

Was he thinking the same thing?

You lifted yourself a little, your hands molded to his head, whispering intensely against his shaking lips.

“Don’t worry, Jungkook. We have all night and the morning.”

Fuck, he had a brilliant smile.

It was actually doomed for you, but you weren’t mad about it.

Eye contact, and he didn’t waver, thrusting deep into you, low moan pulled from his chest, jolting shudders sliding down his shoulders and then in between you and him, his cock twitching and spilling into the condom again, roughly clamped by your tightness, and you were already there, falling over the edge with a soft cry, straining your neck and pushing his head down to you to collide your lips with his, greedy for his kiss, his taste, his whimpers at your forcefulness.

“Jungkook, ah…”

He said your name in the same tone, delicate and possessive, a bullseye right to the heart.

-

“On one hand, I’m glad you’re finally serious about someone.”

You paid absolutely no attention to the annoyed baritone voice of your best friend.

“On the other hand,” Kim Taehyung gritted out, smacking you in the shoulder blades as you crawled into Jeon Jungkook’s lap, kisses intensifying, a needy whine in his chest, his hands wrapping around your waist. “Really feeling like a third wheel, you two! Stop making out for one goddamn second!”

He threw up his hands as both of you pretended to be deaf.

-

interlude respect drabble — "how much did you see?" popcorn drabble — "who are they?"

part ii threesome, ft kth — got it bad

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Minors DNI

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This contains: fem reader, mutual pinning, unestablished relationship (roommates), orgasm denial, edging, cheesy plot, even cheesier porn title, squirting, oral (fem receiving), quick mention of porn, mentions of cunt/pussy/bitch

A/N: This is super cheesy and everything Eren says is straight out of a bad porno. Like even my writing is straight out of a bad script in a good way I promise. But I had fun writing it so hopefully you have a good time reading it. it’s a little rushed ngl so it’s partially unedited

“Sup tiny dick”

“Hey sugar tits”

“Really? sugar tits?” he shrugged, continuing to scroll on his phone. “Anyways I came to ask what you want to eat.” Tossing the takeout menu in his general direction.

“Decide while I get my laptop to order. I’m paying.”

He gives an obnoxiously loud hum as he scans through the menu, accompanied by tongue clicks. His head swayed to the awful tune he tried to create.

“God, do you ever shut up?!”

His humming became louder and gained rhythm, switching to an easier song to hum. Leaving the living room, you dig into your sheets trying to find your laptop. Throwing them everywhere. Your room quickly became a child’s dream and a parent's worst nightmare. Choosing to check other parts of your room; you hear him speak. Well or at least try, only to hear a muffled series of words. Not quite making out what he said through the walls.

“what!”

More muffles.

“I swear I’m going to kill him one day” Whispering curses as you rush to find your laptop.

Finally finding it under some laundry you asked again.

“what?”

“I said, what do you think about sharing this!”

He gave you an exaggerated wide eye look as he pointed to the menu with the corner of his phone.

Agreeing that it would be cheaper and it was a meal you liked, you flopped down next to him, moving and getting comfortable. Apparently comfortable to him meant an arm draped over you and his head resting on your shoulder, watching intently as you typed your password.

“HA! I knew your password was just passw-“

His victory celebration was cut short by wails of pleasure. The screen displayed a girl laying on her couch; fluttering cunt stuffed by what he presumed were her boyfriend's fingers. The agonizingly slow pace made her mewl. His hushed voice asking if she felt good. He took a quick glance at the title before you slammed it shut.

Fucking my pretty roommate

Eren never took you as the type of person to watch porn. Especially the cheesy plot kind. Your whole body tensed under him, feeling every muscle tighten and freeze. His silence makes you nervous. What could he possibly be thinking about?

Fucking you right here and now. That’s it. That’s all that he could think about. Pushing you onto the couch and pounding into you until all you can do is scream his name. And with that a plan formulated.

“Is this what you want me to do to you? I bet you think about me when you watch these. So dirty…”

His breath sets your skin on fire. The familiar twang of arousal seeped between your legs just thinking about it.

But he was right. His name always ended up leaving your lips as your hands worked your pussy. Images of him fresh out of the shower, long hair tousled as he dried it. Sweatpants so low you could see the start of his brown colored trail. Sweaty shirts sticking to all the right muscles when he came back from his work outs. You couldn’t help imagining what he would do to you late at night.

He really wasn’t doing any better. Holding back every time you walked out in a plain tank top, no bra, thinking he was in his room. Your nipples poking out the sheer fabric. Or when you bend over as you do your split chores around the house, pretty ass peeking out your shorts. Quickly retreating to his room to fuck his fist wishing it was your hand instead.

Fuck it.

Lifting his chin from your shoulder you gave him a chaste kiss, thumb tracing the outline on his jaw. Testing the waters first, making sure everything you did was ok. He dove right back in. Cupping your cheek and pulling your neck to deepen the kiss, his fingers lightly scratching your nape.

Pulling away after what felt like forever, his eyes scanned your face. Fixated on the way your chest heaved and your swollen lips shined. Shifting down he latched into your neck, mumbling about how pretty you always look.

He continued down your body. Kissing and nipping your chest, paying extra attention to the swell of your breast that peeked out of your shirt. Your back arched off the couch, he took the opportunity to slip off your bottoms leaving you exposed. Swiping a finger over your covered slit he groaned at your wetness. Bringing his finger up to taste you.

“You did offer to pay for dinner. Lucky for you, what I want is free.”

“You are such a dork.” As hard as you tried to sound unaffected your voice still came out shaky. Every nibble and kiss he left made you squirm even more.

Chuckling he moved onto the floor. Looking up at you through lidded eyes.

Propping your legs up on the coffee table he settled between your legs. Breath fanning over your half clothed cunt. Giving you one last kiss to your inner thigh he lost his small amount of self control.

Lapping at your cunt he found your hardened clit and sucked hard. Your legs snapped shut around his head, mewling at the sudden pleasure. He thought about holding you down but he wasn’t going to lie to himself and say he didn’t dream about this. Eating you out through your soaked panties, his spit and your wetness mixed together. His desperate hands explored your body, grabbing and squeezing at any plush fat he could.

Burying his face deeper into your inviting cunt when you screamed his name. His hips rutted desperately into nothing trying to calm his own ache. Shuffling closer his hips met the coach, rutting like a bitch in heat. Groaning into your pussy the vibrations made you keen.

Your words became labored and your cunt fluttered insistently. You were close and he could feel it.

“Wait no what are you doing? please m’s close”

“i want you to really enjoy when i finally make you scream my name” He placed a teasing kiss below your belly button.

Minutes passing, he works you up and brings you right back down again. Never giving you that oh so sweet release you crave. Panties and shirts long discarded by now.

“Please! Eren baby!”

“Aww look at you even calling me baby. Almost makes me want to let you cum”

“Yes!”

“almost” His voice dripped with wicked playfulness.

He soothes you with soft kitten licks that only make you clench more. Now having access to your budded exposed nipples he could tease you even more.

Completely leaving your neglected cunt he chose to mark up your pretty plush thighs. Small whimpers caused my harsh bites to your sensitive area. So close to where you actually needed him.

After a while of making you beg he decides he’s had his fun. Diving right back in he continued with no mercy. Pleasuring you like a mad man. Using all the tricks he learned. Remembering what made you whine and using it to his advantage, So needy, he thought with a smile.

Finally pushing you to release he takes you higher and higher until a stream of pure ecstasy coats his face. Screaming his name, your thighs snap shut once again. A chorus of his name and thank you’s fill his ears.

His face plastered with a playful smirk, chin dripping in your release and pretty freckles covered in your cum. “Do you ever shut up?” His tone mocking your previous words.

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[the--sad--hatter]

Steam - Chapter 1 (Loki x Reader)

Warnings - Loki, Smut, Violence & Gore, Swearing, Death, Angst, Dark Humour, Crack Humour, Shenanigan’s, Mutual Pining

Pairing - Loki X Reader (Slow Burn Romance), Enemies to Frenemies to Idiots in Love

Reader Description - Female, No physical descriptions, Only referred to by nicknames & Petnames (No use of Y/N)

Description/Blurb -

“So how’d you get the firepower? What’s your origin story?” Stark asked, peering at you curiously.

“Uh, this is my origin story…” You winced, sighing when he motioned for you to elaborate, “I got these powers about three days ago.”

It’s a tale as old as time, boy meets girl, boy tries to invade girls mind, girl sets boy on fire, boy turns into angry blue boy, they become sworn enemies.

When you suddenly become imbued with a power you have no idea how to control, Nick Fury picks you up and dumps you on The Avengers doorstep, deciding that they are best people to turn you from a wacky novice into a force to be reckoned with.

The power burning inside you has the potential to make you a hero, or destroy you completely, but your new fire based abilities are more than they appear, and in a stroke of spectacularly bad luck, The God of Mischief is the most qualified teacher to mentor you. With Loki guiding you, will you ever learn to control your power? Will you ever make it as an Avenger? Or will you crash and burn?

Only one thing is absolutely certain, when fire and ice collide, things are bound to get… steamy!

Chapter One - Ice Breaker

It was every bit as imposing as you’d imagined it would be, not that you’d ever imagined seeing it under these circumstances.

 “Are you coming?” Fury barked at you, breaking you out of your slack-jawed awe.

 You snapped your mouth closed and tore your eyes away from the legendary tower, looking at the doors where Fury was impatiently waiting for you.

 “Coming!” You squeaked, scurrying over to him, “It’s just when you said you were taking me somewhere where I could safely learn to control my powers, I was sort of picturing an underground bunker in the desert, not the freaking Avengers Tower!”

 “I utilise the assets I have, why would I send you away when I have a team of perfectly capable super-powered individuals?” He asked wryly, leading you across the lobby and straight past the security teams who did nothing to stop you both as you made your way into an elevator.

 “I’m just saying, a heads up would have been nice.” You muttered petulantly, crossing your arms over your chest and tucking your hands out of sight.

 You felt him look at you and studiously refused to meet his eye, staring instead at the numbers above the door as you were carried all the way to the top of the Tower.

 “Heads up, you’re meeting The Avengers.” He shot back.

You could say what you liked about the former director of Shield, he was true to his word, because the elevator doors wooshed open to reveal a waiting crowd of Avengers, all of them staring at the man next to you with varying levels of annoyance and/or distrust. You diligently pattered after Fury as he stepped forward to greet them, looking around the room reverently.

 The first person you laid eyes on was Tony Stark, Iron Man; the billionaire who had kicked off the modern age of hero’s, and next to him, Captain America, the first of the first, the OG Superhero. Stood behind the Captain was Sam Wilson, the Falcon and a personal favourite of yours, side by side with Bucky Barnes, the former Winter Soldier and poster-child for taking back control of your own fate. Clint Barton aka Hawkeye and the deadliest marksman in the world stood to the side with the Black Widow, deadliest person in the world full stop. In the back of the room two other figures were hanging back, emitting two very different aura’s. Doctor Bruce Banner eyed Fury with trepadition, and well-placed mistrust.

 It was the last person in the room that the majority of your attention was reserved for, the tall, imposing god who skulked in the shadows. Contempt and boredom radiated from him, and you couldn’t safely say it was directed purely at Fury. He was also the only one who spared you more than a cursory glance, and you slowed to a stop as you found yourself trapped in his curious gaze. You stared back, trying to reconcile the villain who once tried to subjugate the planet with the one you were locking eyes with. It had been months since he had joined the Avengers, but it never stopped being strange to see him standing with them whenever you watched footage of them taking on whatever bad guy of the week they were battling. However, he had been fully cleared of any wrongdoing in the battle of New York, apparently he had been mind-controlled. As to why he was helping the Avengers, nobody really knew.  

 Someone cleared their throat loudly and you forced yourself to look away from the stupendously tall god, glancing around the room to see that you now had all eyes watching you expectantly. Apparently you’d zoned out for the introductions.

 “’Sup?” You offered, waving in Tony Starks general direction.

 “So you’re Fury’s fiery friend, what has that got to do with us?” Stark sighed.

 “What, you think he bothered to explain his reasoning to me before dragging my ass up here?” You scoffed.

 “She’s here because she has abilities, abilities that she is more likely to learn to handle among similarly gifted people.” Fury explained in a tone that brokered no argument.

 Naturally, The Avengers argued.

 “We don’t have anybody with fire abilities.” You heard Natasha Romanoff point out, just before you took the opportunity to zone out again.

 You were absolutely certain that nobody cared very much what your opinion on the matter was, thankfully. You weren’t sure you had an opinion on the matter. It wasn’t like you had a lot of experience with these kinds of issues, and as far as you were away there wasn’t some superhero academy that you could enrol yourself in. Besides, you were much more interested in re-instating your staring competition with the god of Mischief.

 In the brief time you’d been distracted, he’d stepped away from the shadows and moved closer to you, staring at you with his arms crossed.

 You resisted the urge to inhale deeply, who knew ex-murderous gods would smell so nice? You looked up, and then up again.

 “How tall are you?” You asked incredulously.

 His gaze flickered down at you impassively, while you stared back and tried to mentally calculate his height.

 “I’m a Frost Giant.” He stated coldly.

 “Oh in that case, you’re kinda short.” You scoffed.

 You were flooded with immediate remorse but it was drowned out by amusement.

 “I beg your pardon?” He demanded, uncrossing his arms and stepping into your personal space.

 “Down boy.” Iron Man sniggered, stepping between you. “So how’d you get the firepower? What’s your origin story?” Stark asked, peering at you curiously.

 “Uh, this is my origin story…” You winced, sighing when he motioned for you to elaborate, “I got these powers about three days ago.”

 “So you’re a baby.” He stated matter-of-factly.

 “If I say yes does that mean I can just sit on the floor and cry until someone picks me up and holds me?” You asked, fully willing to give it a go.

 It had been three days since your life had literally gone up in flames, three days of pinning your arms at your sides, afraid to close your eyes, afraid to let your guard down for even a split second, afraid to allow yourself to feel even an iota of emotion.

 “So how did it happen?” The Captain asked firmly, getting the conversation back on track before you could find out if anyone would volunteer a hug.

 “I, well, I kind of…” You trailed off and looked at Fury for help, but he just stared back at you, the bastard.

 All eyes were on you as they waited for you to explain, nobody offering any kind of help. You exhaled forcefully and slumped your shoulders, tucking your chin so you didn’t have to look at them anymore.

 “I ate a bomb.” You whispered.

 There was a very long beat of silence before it was broken by several voices all at once.

 “I’m sorry, what?” Stark demanded.

 “What did it taste like?” The archer wondered, looking at you almost giddily.

 “She didn’t eat a bomb.” Fury finally stepped in to clarify, “She absorbed the blast, after failing to defuse it.”

 “Why was a civilian defusing a bomb in the first place?” Captain Rogers asked sharply, glancing at you in concern before turning back to Fury with a hard expression.

 “I’m not a civilian, I’m actually an Agent.” You reasoned.

 “She’s an Agent-In-Training.” Fury rebutted. “It was her first mission in the field.”

 “Baby.” Stark reiterated, faking a cough and smirking at you when you scowled at him.

 That was true, and you still didn’t think it was entirely your fault that the bomb had gone off. Yes you’d failed to diffuse it, but you were supposed to be watching the perimeter when you’d stumbled across the explosive device. It had less than thirty seconds on the clock, and you’d stupidly chosen to spend those seconds trying to stop it detonating instead of running away.

 “And you put her on bomb duty? Were you trying to get her blown up?” The Black Widow demanded, and you almost laughed until you saw the serious expression on her face.

 “There wasn’t supposed to be a bomb there, she was in the wrong place at the wrong time.” Fury shrugged, like it was inconsequential.

 To him it probably was.

 “She is still in the room, and I was exactly where you told me to be, when you told me to be there. If your intel was bad, that’s on you Mr Superspy.” You snapped.

 “Oh I see it now!” Stark briskly announced, “You’re trying to pawn her off on us because she’s too sassy for you.”

 “Precisely.” Fury admitted, surprisingly.

 “In the words of shortstack over there,” You hissed, gesturing at Loki “I beg your pardon?”

 “You don’t have the temperance to be an Agent.” Fury told you blankly, not bothering to soften the blow by at least telling you this in private instead of in front of the world greatest heroes.

 “I’d take that as a compliment.” Stark assured you.

 “You’re telling me I’m fired? Literally. Because I got blown up, through no fault of my own?” You huffed, clenching your firsts in an effort to keep your emotions from manifesting in a fiery inferno of rage.

 “Because you choose to try and handle a bomb you had no training to handle, instead of pursuing the target.” Fury amended, unphased by your distress.

 You bit back your retort because you knew it wouldn’t matter to him in the slightest. You couldn’t reason with him, couldn’t explain that you had made the choice not to pursue the target who’d planted the bomb, because you had to try and stop it exploding in a building filled with innocent people. Maybe Fury was right after all. Maybe you weren’t suited to being an Agent, because an Agent would have known that they couldn’t stop the bomb but they could stop the bomber. They would have let a hundred innocent people die and stopped the killer from killing a thousand more the next time. You weren’t an Agent because you’d chosen to die trying to save the hundred, and trusted in Fury and Hill to take down the Bomber.

 Of course, that wasn’t what had happened, and in the end nobody had died.

 “None of this explains how you ‘ate’ the bomb.” Clint Barton pointed out, and it was a good observation.

 “That’s because we don’t have an explanation. She went through the standard medical tests in her training, and all her bloodwork and scans indicated she was fully human. She walked into that building as a human being, and walked back out after absorbing a bomb, as who the hell knows what.”

 “So you’ve never done anything like this before?” Dr Banner asked you, speaking directly to you for the first time.

 “Not even remotely. I mean my eyes water when I eat chilli.” You shrugged.

 “Fascinating.” Banner muttered. “Inhuman?” He asked, turning to Stark.

 “Unlikely, she would have probably noticed going through Terragenesis.” Stark responded. “Mutant?” He shot back.

 “No, the mutant gene would have shown up in testing.” Dr Banner sighed, looking you over with a scientifically calculating eye. “Can you explain what happened in more detail?”

 “Sure, bomb went boom, I went AHHHHHH, and then it was all bright and hot and then the boom went away.” You told them.

 “So how do we know that it was you? What if something else contained the blast?” Someone asked, and you looked around before you finally realised it was Sam Wilson who had spoken.

 “No, it was… it definitely me.” You sighed.

 “How do you know?” Bucky Barnes interjected, backing up the Falcons line of questioning.

 That was the million dollar question. How could you be sure that you had anything to do with the bomb, that you had been imbued with fire power?

 “During the post-mission de-brief, there was an incident.” You alluded, side-eying Fury and taking a not-so-subtle step away from him.

 “Please tell me you tried to set him on fire?” Barton asked giddily, looking between you and your former boss.

 When Fury levelled you with a glare and you developed a sudden vested in the ceiling, the Archer sniggered joyfully. You chanced a look around the room and saw that Barton wasn’t the only one exhibiting mirth at the idea of Fury being set ablaze by your.. well, your fury.

 “He was yelling at me!” You defended, taking yet another step back when his glare intensified.

 “You’re lucky you had no aim and only managed to set fire to the table.” He snapped.

 “I think you were the lucky one.” Stark sniggered at Fury.

 “Do you want her or not?” Fury sighed.

 “Do I get a say in this?” You objected.

 “No.” Fury, Stark, Romanoff, and Loki said in unison.

 “I can run some tests to figure out what happened to you, if it’s reversible.” Banner offered comfortingly. “With your permission of course.”

 “I’m gonna go stand over there with him.” You huffed, making a beeline for the doctor and awkwardly hiding behind him.

 “Yeah, we’ll take her, should be an interesting riddle to solve.” Stark shrugged.

 Captain Rogers and his buddies glanced at you before appearing to have a silent conversation.

 “She can stay here while Stark and Banner figure out what happened, and we can go from there.” The Captain finally decided.

 “We’ll take good care of her.” Loki added with a charming smile.

 His eyes said something completely different, and you had a sick feeling that you were going to be made to pay for your short jokes.

 “Glad I meet your approval; I was worried I was going to fall short.” You sarked, immediately resisting the urge to punch yourself in the face.

 “Approval has nothing to do with it. Of all The Avengers, who do you think will be responsible for testing your abilities? You would do well to remember that I am more than mischief and lies, I am the god of chaos and fire.” He warned you cockily, visibly delighting in the way your grin faltered.

 You shot a pleading look around the room, but nobody was refuting Loki’s claim. In fact, they were nodding thoughtfully, or in Stark’s case; shrugging apologetically at you. You turned back to Loki, ignoring the deep sense of foreboding in your stomach.

 “Well Fe-Fi-Fo-Fuck.”

I have been trying to get back into writing for so long, and this is my last attempt. If this doesn’t work then I am out of ideas. 

I know this is a boring start but I have been re-working and rewriting it for days and I can’t improve it. If you enjoyed any part of this, please do tell me! If you didn’t, then tell me that as well. Just give me any feedback at all, I’d appreciate it so so so so so much. 

For those of you unaware (especially on AO3), I haven’t been writing for a while because my estranged mother passed away and it brought up issues that needed to be dealt with, but all that is over with now. Thank you to everyone who sent supportive messages and was patient with me ❤

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#Loki #Loki x Reader #The Avengers #Avengers x Reader #Deadpool

[sailorhyunjinz]

~ High on hatred ~

Warnings: SMUT, college!au, stoner!jisung, fem!reader, goodstudent x badstudent, illegal substances, fingering, blowjob, aggressivity(?), choking, hairpulling, penetrative sex (stay safe :c), nicknames (babygirl, slut..), hickies, cuddles!

Word count: 3,134 words (ok cherry slow down ffs) 

Requested: yesyes~ thank u anon for requestiiing cc:

Note: ok huge note here! i literally know nothing about drugs/illegal substances (or even legal substances for maybe except my raging caffeine addiction)  (where im from most substances are illegal heh) so please understand if this shits written like shit) also bad boys x good girls is my WEAKNESS since i always want some “bad boy” to wreck my good girl agenda hahahsh 

Jisung wasn’t the most outstanding student in college but somehow you ended up being partners for a group project. The quiet straight A kid with the failing stoner, you could already imagine how this would go. You sat next to him in the lecture hall after your professor had announced the pairs and dreaded introducting yourself but your parents raised you with the belief that kindness comes first so you took a deep breath and said: 

“Hi! I’m y/n” you smiled at him. His gaze met yours, those dark brown eyes were somewhat bloodshot and his aura reeked of smoke. 

“Sup, Jisung” he waved with his thumb, pointer- and middle finger lazily towards you as his gaze scanned your body. You felt a bit uncomfortable by his predatory stare so you shifted in your seat, adjusting the white flowy skirt you had on. 

“Ehm.. so.. how do you want to structure up the project? I was thinking that we could divide the parts by-” you were stopped by his scoff. You looked at him in confusion. This would be much more difficult than you anticipated.

“Come over to my house tonight babygirl” his corny smirk and raspy voice made you want to punch him. Taken aback you turned your head slightly as you said; 

“What? So I can be another one of the girls you fuck?” your blood was boiling. Who does he think he is with his snapback and  dangly silver earrings? 

“Chill, I was thinking about working on the project but you seem to have other plans in mind with me” he smirked, still observing you. 

Your face turned beet red and Jisungs cocky attitude did not help in the slightest. 

“I.. I d-didn’t mean that..” you stuttered but you decided to shut up to not make the situation worse. Jisung reached for the post-it notes that were by your side and wrote something down. He teared it off the pad and just as you stood up, hoping to walk away and never see him again you heard him say;

“Babygirl, come at 7″ he stretched out his arm, hand holding the note. 

You grabbed it aggressively and stomped off as you heard him yell “Come safely babygirl” 

♡ 

On your way home you crumbled up the note and stuffed it in your pocket. You had no intention of meeting him but when you arrived home you reached for the pink note in your pocket as you took off your backpack and sat down in the kitchen. The pink note had his adress on it. The urge to just scream and rip up the note was strong but something stopped you and that was the fact that you needed to get this project done. You were not going to fail because of some stoner. You unpacked your bag and started studying on some of your other courses but the note always lurked in the corner of your eye. 

Hours later you stood infront of your mirror putting different shirts on hangers against your torso, comparing the colors. Being preoccupied with choosing the cutest shirt you didn’t notice the fact that you tried to look your best for Jisung. Eventually you snapped out of your good girl side that always wanted to look presentable. Why do I care about what he thinks of me? You rolled your eyes and put the shirts back into your closet as you took out a sweatshirt and a matching pair of sweatpants. “This will do” you said under your breath as you slipped into the comfortable fabric before you ordered a taxi. 

“Shit better be worth it” you sighed as you clicked “proceed” and saw the sum. You packed your bag with the necessary stationary, threw on a fluffy ivory jacket and grabbed the keys with a jingle. 

You greeted the taxi driver whose taxi stood infront of the apartment complex. Before you headed out you managed to grab the pink note and now showed it to the driver that nodded whilst the soft radio static played in the background. The town looked so peaceful in the evenings, the artificial lights from the thousands of offices reflected in your glistening eyes as you looked out the window. You noticed that your shoulders were tense signaling that you were nervous which was dumb. Why would you be nervous to meet a dirtbag that has the right to call you ‘babygirl’? A shudder cascaded down your spine at the though of that awful nickname, especially when it echoed in your head in Jisungs voice. 

The taxi halted infront of a long block of brick apartment complexes, the nightlife being busy as usual in the big city you resided. A small “thank you” slipped out of your tongue before you opened the car door and were met by the cold breeze. The entrence had grand glas and wood double doors which opened with a loud creek. You looked at the note once again, checking what apartment number the boy lived in. “248″ you muttered as you made your way up the stone staircase. “Found it”, you stood infront of the slightly bashed ivy colored door. Your hesitant fist made it’s way to knock on the door and after 5 nervewracking seconds the tall, slim boy opened the door with a joint between his lips. Smoke was emitting from behind him and the organic scent hit your nostrils. 

“You came babygirl” he leaned against the door frame as he drew in the smoke from the joint and blew it towards you. You coughed and waved your hand infront of your nose, clearing the smoke. 

“What you standing for? Come in” he snapped his head backwards as a sign for you to step in. You looked down and entered the small smoke-filled apartment. He went to his room and you followed behind with small steps observing the disorganised living space that was cluttered with takeout boxes and photos of friends. His room wasn’t any better. Piles of laundry sat everywhere in the small room and the bed wasn’t made. Did he seriously think that the two of you could do the project when there was a mess wherever you looked? He kicked a pile of clothes away from the carpet and threw a cushion from the bed towards you. He sat down on the carpet as he drew in another breath of smoke into his lungs. Reluctantly you sat down on the cushion opposite to Jisung that was dressed in a boxy white t-shirt and black basketball shorts. 

The big bunch of papers that were required for the project came out of your backpack that was sitting beside you. You spread out the papers on the carpet to make sure Jisung could see but he didn’t seem interested. Instead he kept on smoking as he stared at you intentively, that preditory gaze of his returning. As you were about to start talking about the ideas you had he stretched out his hand offering you a puff. You furrowed your eyebrows as a response to his action. 

“No thanks, I don’t do... that..” you said whilst shaking your head gently. 

That teeth-gritting smirk was plastered on his face as he said:

“You sure babygirl? It will help you relax” he heightened his eyebrows at you. 

Normally you would be very stubborn. You never let anyone do something to you that you didn’t like but in that moment you were swooned by his presence. Was it your feelings or the smoke that you had been breathing in? Without thinking twice you grabbed the joint from his hand to which he licked his lips, grinning.

You put it against your lips and puffed deeply, tasting the smoke in your mouth and feeling it spread in your lungs. A loud cough startled Jisung a bit and you passed the joint back to the brown haired boy. Instantly he looked thousands times more attractive. ‘I must be crazy’ you though as you gently shook your head and tried to concentrate at the papers laid out infront of you. In your peripheral view you saw Jisung shift closer to you and you lifted your head up to look at him. There was something intoxicating about him. The way his brown locks hanged over his eyes or how his piercings shined in the light from outside or maybe it was that veiny hand that held the flaming joint. Whatever it was you found yourself leaning closer to him. Just as he hit the joint again, the smoke spreading in his mouth, you attached your light pink lips onto his plump ones. Jisung opened his mouth in the kiss, crashing his tongue on yours which made the smoke enter your mouth. Being to caught up in the moment Jisung put out the joint on the dark wood flooring which probably was a huge fire hazard but did either of you care in the moment? No. 

The kiss was passionate coming from the tremendous amount of sexual tension in the air. Jisung veiny hand cupped your blushing cheek for a second before it snaked around the back of your neck, pulling you deeper into the wet sloppy kiss. You broke the kiss for a moment to stand up and Jisung did the same but only for a moment as you were pushed down against the unmade bed. It smelled just like him. The substances he was smoking accentuated his natural smell because of course it wasn’t just weed but tobacco as well. You remembered the countless times he had been smoking a cigarette with his friends outside the college department and the momentary eye contact the two of you made before you hurried off to your other classes. It always seemed like his gaze lingered on you even as you walked away. 

You landed with your hands beside your head. As Jisung hovered above you he held both of your hands in his, pinning you to the bed. The wet patch in your panties was growing simply by seeing him on top of you. He leaned down to kiss you once again, biting so hard on your bottom lip that it almost drew blood. The two tongues fought for dominance but the second his hand crept underneath your sweatshirt you lost, a low whine escape your mouth in defeat. Your heads twisted as the makeout session got a slow but steady pace. His hand was warm but more substantial than you though against your boobs which he squeezed harshly through your white bra. Involuntarily your hand grabs a fist of his hair making him smirk against the kiss.

“Desperate babygirl?” he coaxes you. 

“Desperate to get this over with so we can work on the project” you answer inbetween kisses.

“I think you have a much bigger problem to worry about” he growled and looked down for a split second.

As if the smoke wasn’t enough this just added fuel to the fire, both to the deep red color your cheeks were stained with and the wetness in your panties. His clothes were off in a blink and before you knew it he was pulling away yours as well, leaving you with nothing but your slightly embarrassing pink panties that were decorated with a small animal print. 

“Aren’t you adorable?” he cooed at you as his hand trailed down your torso and plummeted into your panties. 

“Shut up-ahh” your attempt of trying to bring his cocky attitude failed once again when he brutally entered two fingers into your sopping cunt. You couldn’t help but to moan as he started to pump his digits inside of you obviously enjoying the sight of the good girl being demolished beneath his touch. When he started to circle your clit with his thumb you held on to his wrist, digging your nails into his skin in order to stop a loud moan. Jisungs fingertips grazed your g-spot and by this point your small whines turned into breathy moans. 

“I though you didn’t like me?” he said arrogantly.

“I don’t” you tried to keep your composure even though his fingers felt so good inside of you. 

“Judging by your wet cunt you seem to like me very much, babygirl” he said while grabbing a fistful of your hair. You couldn’t argue because if you really hated him why were you so desperate to have his length inside of you? 

Jisungs fingers pulled out of you, your juices covered his digits and as his fingers got closer to your face you opened your mouth and sucked them clean. He harshly pulls you up by your hair, now sitting on the edge of the bed as Jisung stands infront of you. His dick had both girth and length which made your mouth water by just the sight. The red tip was decorated with a bead of precum and as he still held your hair he put the tip against your lips. Instantly you started sucking him off. First you kitten licked the tip of his immense dick being a bit afraid of his size but Jisung got impatient and yanked you by your hair once again, making you take him fully in your mouth and choking. Your eyes burned as they teared up but that didn’t stop you from sucking him off, hollowing your cheeks and bobbing your head profusely. He didn’t seem too impressed though. 

“I think I found one thing babygirl can’t do. Sucking dick” he grinned as he looked you deep in the eyes for a second before he bucked his hips into your mouth and facefucked you. His length hit the back of your throat everytime he fucked into you but you were to busy looking at his perfect face. Those sinful grunts that came out from his mouth made you rub your thighs in desperation. How could someone you hated look so ethereal with his dick in your mouth? The way sweat beads formed around his temple and coated a couple of those light brown streaks. The way his big hand held your hair tightly and most importantly those sounds. Those lewd sounds that rolled off his tongue. 

He rolled his head back and then looked back at you, catching you staring at him. 

“No I definitely think babygirl likes me. Those loving eyes don’t lie” he uttered, staring at you and stroking a piece of your hair behind your ear. 

As he pulled out you caught your breath and coughed a for bit before you scooted back on the bed, dragging Jisung by his hand which landed him on top of you once again. He seperated your legs with his knee and lined himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing into you. His girth with the slow movement made you roll your eyes back, the feeling of being filled made you content. 

“Fuck...you feel so tight” he said, brows furrowed as he started to slowly push in and out of you. You wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him into a kiss to muffle your moans. The pace steadily increased as you bit his bottom lip while kissing, returning the favor from before that contributed to your swollen lips. When the kiss broke a string of spit seperated your lips as the both of you panted from the thrusts that were becoming more aggressive. You moaned as you gripped onto the bedsheets upon which your knuckles whitened. Jisungs noises turned you on crazily but when he snaked his hand around your neck you could only whine in response. He choked you and held you pinned down stopping you from squirming away.  The other hand was circling your clit which only heightened the pleasure, eyes rolling back into your skull. A squeak erupted from the bed everytime Jisung pounded into your soaked cunt but that wasn’t the only sound. The both of you moaned in unison which fit the sound of skin slapping that was filling the room. You tightly shut your eyes trying to silence a moan but opened them soon after, meeting Jisungs brown orbs. His lids were low from the blunt smoke but that only gave his arrogant attitude a boost. 

You could feel that he was near by the way his dick twitched inside of you. Feeling cocky you decided to clench against his length which also pushed you closer to your own release. He was clearly getting pissed and leaned down to your neck, sucking purple marks onto it which would be impossible to cover up. You whined and squirmed as you needed to go to school tomorrow and couldn’t bear the strange looks from others when your neck was covered in bruises. 

“That’s what you get for clenching around me like a little slut” he growled against your neck as you clenched around him once again earning a moan from him. Now he was getting really close and so were you. His thrusts got harder but sloppier, your boobs bouncing with the pace. You clenched around him one last time and that was the trigger for Jisungs release. The vein on his neck popped up to the surface as his jaw hanged open. Your cunt filled with his warm load which made you cum grip tightly on anything beside you. The both of you rode out the orgasm which made your legs shake and spine bend up from the mattress. Eventually Jisung pulled out leaving you feeling empty with his white cum dripping out of your hole. He layed beside you and panted, chest heaving. You layed there in silence for a minute, only the sound of heavy breathing could be heard in the dark evening. Deciding to clean up the mess he had made you stood up causing the cum to leak down your unstable leg but before you could take a step Jisung grabbed your soft hand and pulled you down onto the bed again. You looked at him in confusion. 

“You weren’t planning on leaving me without any cuddles?” he said with a slightly whining voice.  

You couldn’t believe what you heard. Before another thought could cross your mind you were already snuggled up in his arms, your head against his heaving chest. It was cozy and you felt safe despite that you barely knew him. You stroked his cheek gently as you observed his perfect facial features. Sure, his attitude could use some work but his face had a flawless charm. 

“We should study more often” he muttered against your hair as he kissed you on your head. 

Even if the caring boy was high off his rockers your heart fluttered at his words. You blushed as you snuggled closer to his chest, falling sound asleep in his grasp. 

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sup ur pinned post says something about association?? by all means please associate me with something if you are so inclined

(also also i think it is very swag that you have the three cheers meme i made as ur header :DDD)

OMG YOU MADE THAT MEME?? OMFG *kisses you*/p

okay so here we goooo :D

killjoy- fun ghoul

member of mcr- gerard but specifically teal roots

fnaf character- withered chica/pos (why do people hate her?? i love her energy like yes girl eat pizza and get your arms ripped off thats so badass)

mcr album- danger days

band i like- amebix

system of a down song- either sugar or ATWA

mcr song- boy division/summertime

animal- spider. specifically a tiny black widow youd find while exploring an abandoned school.

season- late spring, early fall. when the wind is warm and comforting, yet you can feel change approaching.

time of day- late afternoon. driving on a highway with your closest friend while listening to gorillaz.

icp song- hall of illusions

random object- a dull pair of scissors from a middle school science classroom. worn yet useful to the nerdy boy who loves to work on his personal scrapbook during class.

planet- venus

okayyy i hope this was good. the last persons i did turned out really bad so i wanted to attempt to do this one well. i really hope you enjoyed and also youre one of my top fave mutuals 🕺💕