#K I need to stop talking before I end up spoiling

[justyourtypicalwriter]

It’s crazy how serious and horrific my Kyle lore for this au is (and technically Kenny by default) cause it’s like Kyle and Kenny get close again but then there’s Stan and Cartman

I LIVE for the four of them together but with their personalities (and the 5 years of world altering trauma I gave to Kyle) it’s hard to find a balance that wouldn’t end in: Cartman saying stupid insensitive shit (he’s not a raging lunatic I swear but he’ll always be the bastard of the group) -> Kyle loosing his temper, snapping, maybe throwing hands and then going borderline catatonic for the rest of the day -> Kenny now having to juggle all this, explaining/lecturing about a very watered down chunk of the “Kyle lore” -> Stan baring witness to this and standing in the background watching like a confused dog

My solution to this?

Build to scenes including all four of them but add in a random Kenny, Stan, Cartman scene entirely based on Sincerely, Me where Stan and Cartman write Kyle a whole bunch of letters (encouraging, life recap, banter. It’s tbd) and Kenny supervises their dumbassery and constantly has to be like “Oh my fucking god! You can’t include that dumbass, are you crazy?!”

TLDR: Cloudeds delusional and is 100% going to hell😀

[marilynthornhilllover]

Hi! Can I have a request on "mommy!marilyn x Reader"? like when Marilyn teaches reader how to drive but R messed up and Marilyn get angry and decided to spank r at the back at the car trunk and f***k r until r know what she did was wrong? (NFSW, spanking, and strap-on)

Kinktober fanfic #1

Was it casual then?

Mommy Marilyn T. X Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW smut, praise kink, degradation kink, mommy kink, spanking, use of strap, fingering, jealousy,cliffhanger, moms friend, etc.

The bell rang announcing the end of another boring school day. As students rushed out of their class rooms and into the hallway to exit the building you could feel the relief of not having to worry about anymore crazy assignments and the urge towards wanting to punch people’s children because they weren’t pulling their weight in group projects creeping in. You walked quickly towards your locker to empty your book bag, you had plans for tonight and you didn’t want anything holding you back.

“ hey girl, you’re coming to the new club downtown tonight right?” You may have turned around too quickly because you swore you just gave yourself a huge whiplash, but no way on gods green earth was the ‘Rebecca o’olva’ talking to you right now. She was like the Beyoncé of the school and in her world you had to look a certain way in order for her to even acknowledge your entire existence. But anyways there she stood looking gorgeous as always, short dark blue denim shirt with a cute star hemming style, a fuzzy cropped zipper sweater and of course her minions standing behind her like she was their military patrol officer.

Becca was cool. you weren’t allowed to call her that aloud, her group would probably punch the shit out of you if you tried to get too friendly. She wasn’t mean though, just a ‘shy trying to maintain good grades because I come from a uptight family full of assholes that are rich self maker’s who would burn the world to crisps if I didn’t become a millionaire too kinda girl’.Though sometimes she didn’t mind lavishing herself in the wealth and acting like a spoiled brat.

“ oh— uh—I hi?” You said awkwardly, her crystal blue eyes tore you apart as she stood there grinning at you. Her friends giggled but immediately stopped when she turned to flash them look with a not so kind face. Rebecca took a small step closer to you and smirked.

“ you must be y/n. You know me already but anyways there’s a new club that’s opening tonight and everyone’s going” yeah no shit cause your inviting them, but by all needs carry on. “ and I wanted to know if you’re interested in tagging along because I’m one of the host” she finally said with a victory smile as if she won the lottery, well she kinda already did. Well… her family did.

You stood there as stiff as stage four rigga morris. You blinked a few times maybe trying to analyze maybe if you had zoned out or maybe was daydreaming and needed to come back to reality but she was still there with that goddamn hideous creepy Halloween coded smile on her face. And her friends sharp eyes weren’t helping your nerves to cool down . And then you decided to do something even more stupid and life threatening.

“ sorry but I don’t drink alcohol and I already had plans for the weekend with my friends so with all due respect Beyoncé I think I’ll p—“ before you could finish your sentence her four friends corner you and push you back hard against the cold metal of your locker. You winced and tried to seem as tough as possible by standing back up but a Barbie looking one with wet lashes and overlapping Matted lipstick pulled you closer to her by your collar.

“ listen here doormat, she’s kind but we’re not so you better take up the offer” she whispered eerily.

“ and we better see you there” another muttered. You involuntarily nodded and in a sharp instant she released you. Rebecca was still fucking smiling at you but then they all took off laughing. These crazy fucking bitches. You proceeded to quickly empty your bag, deciding to just leave the entire bag in the damn locker since you didn’t have any homework to worry about and school doesn’t reopen til Tuesday so you had time to come back for something just in case . Walking briskly out of the empty halls you waved goodbye to the elderly janitor Mrs. Hanson on your way out.

You sighed as you felt the cool air pressed across your skin and the warm afternoon sun as it escalated down your face and body areas. All the busses were long gone, with the last one pulling out of the drive and taking off into the distance. You sighed again but this time one of stress and agony. You looked around the parking lot and suddenly your entire body freezes and your eyes go wide. Standing not far out was your mom’s best friend. Not the weird old ugly ones that asked you weird questions, hot and steamy mommy coded Marilyn thornhill.

Marilyn always thought you were a rude rebellious teenager when you were younger but it was just you trying to hide your feelings from her. And soon eventually she caught on. There were times in the past when she would tease you, get under your skin. Push you past your comfort zone in more ways imaginable. And you loved it, you neeeded it, you craved it like a drug. You two had a little fling, she was your first and then she just left town and you never say her in the light of day again. So seeing her here now was like seeing a past lover, like the crazy teary scenes in the movies.

Except your heart was going 100mph and your private region suddenly grew a heart beat making you swallow thickly. And you could feel the saliva go all the way down there and soon enough you were becoming insatiably wet.

“ come here baby” you heard her say, leaning against the hood of her car with her legs crossed she took an inhale of her cigarette before it got lost under her boot on the ground. You felt a familiar shiver that only she made you feel. You knew how these interactions ended but your feet betrayed you and you started taking slow strides towards her. And the closer you got the more the temptation of what could happen, what has happened seemed soul demanding.

When walked closer to her you made sure to maintain a perfect gap space in case you needed to run away from her. Far away from her destruction that you so desperately craved. But sensing your hesitation Marilyn smirked and chuckled softly under her breath and in one swift motion captured her lips with yours by using your tie to pull you closer towards her. Your lips fought against each other in a slow passionate fight at first, just feeling each other closer then Marilyn became hungry. She bit down on your lips which caused you to moan as she used the opportunity to push her tongue pass your lips gate.

She wrapped the tie around her hand more tightly pulling you onto her even more. Being so flush against her again did things to you. You felt hot and desperate. Her body heat, her perfume a mix of lavender and something dark and citrus like. Something dangerous, like her. Your nipples slowly awakened themselves to the new found intimacy and a desire that raged war in you. Marilyn’s tongue fought against yours in a war of dominance and obviously she won leading you to just submitting to her, as your chest flattened and your body went limp against hers.

Marilyn smiled against your lips before she pulled away, wiping away any salvia trails that may have connected both your lips like a bridge. She looked down at you and you squirmed under her gaze. She chuckled and gave you a quick peck on your forehead.

“ well hello to you too, my love” she whispered against your lips before they connected with yours again and you had to push her off you before her thoughts got the better of her and she couldn’t control herself.

“ stop it Mari, there’s still staff members here.” You told her and she straightened up, fixing her posture. She looked at you with those ‘ I don’t give two fucks eyes I literally fucked you in your mom’s bedroom when she was cooking’ eyes but she stopped because she respected your boundaries and your body.

“ nice car” you finally said after fixing your clothes and putting a few inches between the both of you so pass byers wouldn’t have rumors to spread.

“ thanks it’s s yours” she said looking at the car then back at you, you laughed for a moment shaking your head at her joke before you realized that she wasn’t joking. Your eyes widen and you felt your feet betray you once more because all of a sudden you start jumping like a like kid who just got told that they were officially going to see Santa. You wrapped your arms around her neck and began kissing her all over her face, the older woman chuckled at your childish behavior and wrapped her arms around your waist pulling your closer.

“ but I can’t even drive yet” she must have saw the disappointment in your eyes because she squeezed your sides tighter forcing you to look at her.

“ I’ll teach you darling, maybe we can even test it out to see if it’s fuckable in” she said whispering the last part, you rolled your eyes and swatted her chest.

“ your hopeless you know that” she chuckled and lead you to the car, not just any car by the way a BMW M8 competition. You loved having a hot milf mommy that’s smoking rich.

——————————-

“ fucking damn it y/n what’s so hard in just putting your goddamn foot on the pedal” Marilyn was starting to piss you off, she had taken you out on some abandoned racing track in the middle of nowhere to practice you on driving and yelled at you every fucking time you messed up. You rolled your eyes and sighed. You looked over at her who was staring daggers at you as her breathing elaborated more and more each time she inhaled. It was like she was the big bad wolf in the three little pigs story.

“ are you fucking stupid or deaf? Put your fucking foot on the pedal!” She shouted more sternly this time, her tone taking no softness. She was angry but so the fuck were you.

“ you know what Marilyn fuck you , how about you take your car and shove it up your ass if you’d like” you opened the door and got out slamming the door after. You heard her grunt as she got out too but you didn’t pay much attention to her as you made your way around the car. You didn’t even know where you were going, there’s no where to go. You were in the middle of no where and she was your only was back to civilization. Before you could process it all you felt a firm grip in your hair as your body got slammed onto the cold surface of the car trunk.

You groaned in slight pain as you turned your head to the side to stare at the culprit. Marilyn’s grip remained in your hair and her other non occupied hand bunched up your platted skirt around your hips and in one swift motion pulled down your panties til they fell around your ankles. You couldn’t lie, something about being in the middle of nowhere all alone with Marilyn made your insides churn and your pussy pulse. Flash backs of you riding her cock at your friends party in her bedroom closet to sucking her off at a birthday party, to her pounding into your pussy out in a dressing room and yes of course the first time she made you cum on your moms bed when she was cooking.

All the memories came back. And this would fit perfectly to the list. You were already completely soaking, probably dripping just for her.

“ you fucking whore, all mommy wanted to do was surprise her baby and teach her how to drive but now mommy got put someone in their place” she whispered against the skin of your neck, her hot breath making you tremble under her hold. She yanked your hair making you prop yourself up onto your elbow. Her hand rested onto your lower back carefully arching your back for you and you complied. Marilyn stared at your ass cheeks for a moment, your round curvy ass bent back, all for her. She couldn’t help but bring her hand to the flesh fumbling with it before a hard swat came down causing you to cry out at the unexpectedness.

She felt you shiver against her and did it again. You whimpered and tried to lay down to give yourself some comfort but she held you up. Tears pricked at your eyes and the wind blowing in your face made it worst.

“ god i missed you baby” she muttered under her breath mostly to herself but you heard and it only turned you on more. She spanked your ass again and the pain slowly started mixing with the pleasure allowing a moan to coarse through your throat and out of your mouth. Marilyn smirked to herself and did it again this time for harshly, making the sore and redden flesh jiggle. You let out a more choked moan this time and she chuckled darkly.

“ yeah moan just like that for mommy” she let lose of your hair and grabbed the underneath of your neck forcing your head backwards to look at her. “ I wanna hear you fucking scream while I milk that pussy like the olden days” she used her forearm to push you against the hood of the car.

“ suck” she spat roughly as she shoved two fingers into your mouth, you gave her digits a few sucks seductively taking your time to draw out slow swirls across her knuckles before she pulled them from your mouth. She thrusted three digits into you in one swift motion causing your eyes to roll back completely. A grutal moan escaped from your mouth and it was a good thing that you both were in a secluded place or maybe the both of you would have been on the news…..

Marilyn’s pace was detrimental. She kept whispering sweet nothings into your ear as her fingers rutted deep inside of you with no mercy. Your nails scratched the hood of the car as a familiar pressure from deep within your stomach started to come back.

“ there she is, i can feel you clenching baby girl, go ahead and let go for mommy” she whispered against your ear, she placed a soft lingering kiss behind your earlobe, your back arched when you felt her cross curl her fingers deep within you as she increased her pace. It was only a matter of time before you came on her fingers with a loud cry. Marilyn smirked to herself and slid her fingers out of you. She gently licked the juices off her fingers while she watched you squirm before the wave of your orgasm. Your breathing was shallow and rigid as you tried to keep it under control and brace yourself for whatever was to come next.

You could hear Marilyn unbuttoning her pants, looking over your shoulder you see her slide her pants down to her ankles before her gaze met yours. What really caught your eye’s attention what the huge purple strap that was attached to her waist ready to absolutely destroy you to pieces. You bit your bottom lip as you looked at the strap and then back up at her, she had the most devilish grin imaginable and you knew her intentions. Marilyn wasted no time as she spread your legs apart, placing one of them up on the car’s bumper giving herself a better access to your cunt. You heard her spit on the strap before quickly dragging her hand up and down her length.

She wasted no time and inserted her cock into you. Your head fell against the car and your back arched. Marilyn held the flesh under your thigh as her hips bottomed out inside you. You felt so full of her. Her cock was pressing against the spongy spot inside you and it felt so fucking good. You missed her and her dick so bad you wished she had a real one. Marilyn withdrew her hips slowly as she watched in awe as your juices coated her length. She grabbed a fist full of your hair pulling you back against her chest as she slowly began thrusting.

“ oh god please—“ your sentence was cut of by a soft moan that was quickly followed by a whimper as Marilyn increased her pace.

“ you stubborn girl, can’t follow simple driving instructions but you sure can take dick” she spat with a small chuckle causing you to whine. Her praises and dirty talk will soon have you spurting to the edge and you didn’t wanna be seen as a slut. But you wouldn’t just be anyone’s slut. You’ll be her slut. And right now, with her cock buried deep within you and her tight grip in your hair you didn’t mind at all. Marilyn released her hold on your hair and used her hands to toy with your nipples. You cursed out a shallow moan and cried. Marilyn laughed mockingly and twisted your nipples between her fingers.

She looked down at where your cunt and her cock was connected and bit her hips before she too released a soft moan of her own.

“ fucking pussy so good” she whispered under her breath. She watched as your pussy pulsed and creamed on her length, sucking in a breath she grabbed your hair again.

“ you gonna fucking cum again? Mhmh? Fucking whore mommy treats this pussy too nice huh?” She tutted as her hips found a new speed now pounding your guts fast and deep, she curved her hips in an angle that made her tip bend against that sweet point deep within you. Watching as your eyes roll back and your legs tremble she spanks your ass cheek and runs her hand down your spine before slipping it around infront to play with your small bud.

“ fuck I—OH GOD MARILYN PLEASE—“ you croaked out, panting you reached your hand around and gently placed it on her abdomen in attempt to slow her hips but she was unstoppable. Your body fell limp against the car as you laid there and took her dick with grace.

“ fuck yes, take it baby, fucking take my cock, your gonna look at me and cum on my dick, fucking look at me” she said firmly going even deeper as her hips rocked faster within you. The sound of her cock moving in and out of you and your moans, the way she was speaking to you and her hands roaming your body and playing with you clit at some point it all became too much and you obeyed her. Turning your head to the side your gaze met hers in a pleading attempt to which it fell on deaf ears. Her pace was brutal and her thrusts were snapping sharp.

“Mary—I can’t—fuck I” she knew what you wanted to say, and she felt it. She leaned down and connected her lips with yours as you neared your edge. In one swift motion she deepened the arch in your back which allowed her strap to be driven even deeper into your cunt and that was it. Your body spammed as your cunt clenched down hard on her cock. You felt your juices release on her cock as you shuttered. You were completely out of breath and tired. But god did you wanna go again. You forgot just how good Marilyn has made you fell, can make you feel. And man did you love it. You turned around and sat up properly on the cars trunk and looked at her.

Her eyebrows quirked and she smirked at you. She kissed you softly but soon it transformed into something rough and passionate. She gently pushed you down back against the trunk and opened your legs to where disaster just occurred, to the mess she just caused you to make.

“ I wanna taste you now…..”

[misguidedasgardian]

The Hour of the Wolf

Prologue

MASTERLIST

Summary: The dark hours before the end of Aegon Targaryen II

Warnings: Cursing, war, death, mentions of killings, genocide and war, threats, talks about bedding and non concensual sexual relationships, threats of mutilation, SPOILERS for ASOIAF, and Fire & Blood, also, might spoil House of the Dragon 

Wordcount: 1.2 k

Notes: A bit short, but I'm setting a tone here

Corlys could sense the tension in the room, everyone, at least, the survivors, were dangerously quiet, they shared concerned looks between them all.

Alicent’s mouth always seemed to be twisted in inhumane ways, but now… the edges of her mouth almost falls down of her face by her chin

“All the traitors are going to die”, said Aegon, twisting his hands, playing with the rings he had placed in his fingers… trying to hide the fact that they were burnt, the skin melted. He used now high colored shirts and vests, but the still raw, tender skin that was never going to heal, could still be seen in the side of his face, no matter he had decided to let his wild hair ungroomed, fall long framed his chubby face.

“We will be overrun”, admitted Corlys, “A Northerner army, a big one, is passing trough Harrenhal right now, they had been joined by people in the Riverlands that still are faithful to Rhaenyra’s cause, and also from the Vale in the Narrow Sea, we will be defeated, and we will burn inside this walls”, he sentenced 

“I think the Velaryon Fleet needs incentive, Lord Corlys, to face the traitors of the Vale”, two years ago, the council would have laughed to the drunken fool’s face that called himself King, but as they looked into his wild lilac eyes… no one laughed

Corlys was the only one to dare directly into his eyes

In defiance

Say it

He begged him with a silent threat in his dark eyes

Do it

Threaten me

“I think we need to send a little message…”, he continued, “I want my little nephew’s cock on a platter, and that little whore… in my chambers by the time we finish here, maybe that way, if we send them a set of sheets with my niece’s maidenhead in them, perhaps we will tell the fucking traitors what will happen to them all”

“Take the black, your grace, step down”

“I will kill them, to every last trace of my cunt of a half sister, i will take away the reason for their rebellion, they were be no other contender to the throne but me, and I will marry Cassandra Baratheon, she will give me true, strong heirs, worthy of the Iron Throne” 

“Your grace”, he said slowly. “maybe, telling them of your marriage with the princess, instead of her bloodied sheets would be more effective”, he counseled

“He is right Aegon”, said Alicent softly, “an alliance between the two branches of the family will ease them, and Cregan Stark, when knowing Rhaenyra’s blood will sit on the Iron Throne one day, he will go back North”, she said hopefully, she placed her hand on his son forearm, but he pulled it, rejecting his mother’s touch 

“Bring her to my chambers tonight”, he said to the Lord Commander of the Kingsguard, he didn't like it, but nodded nonetheless without saying anything

“Aegon”, reasoned Alicent, “she is very delicate, and an innocent in all of this”

“Isn’t she the daughter of my whore of a sister?”, he mocked, Alicent said nothing as she played with her fingers nervously, “isn’t she what you called her a thousand times over? a bastard?”

“That doesn’t mean… we will be surrounded”

“Call in Lord Borros then, they will attack the traitors from the back, and killed them against the city walls”, he mocked

“Lord Borros is dead your grace”, said Corlys, playing with the dragon eye in front of him, he then stopped, and look up at him, he found the twisted King looking back at him with a sick smile 

“Right, sometimes I forget”, he said dismissively, he took the chalice of wine next to him and took it to his lips

5 minutes without drinking

A new record 

“the Lannisters then”, he said

“By the time the Lannister piece together the scraps left of their army, our head will be at stakes at the gates of the city”, Lord Corlys debated, Larys Strong only got quiet, looking to the left and to the right, who was next to speak, who was next to loose his temper. It was truly entertaining 

“We hold the city”, he mocked, “we will close the gates and those savages will be scratching their heads, wondering how they could breach the walls, they don’t have siege weapons

“What they have is the rest of the country’s resources, while they starved us to death”, he fought again

“Not if your armada defeats the Arryn’s, as they should”

Then finally, his crazy, deranged eyes stopped at the face of Corlys Velaryon

“I will cut your granddaughter's ear and sent it to Alyn Velaryon, to go and encourage him to fight the fucking traitors”

That was it

“That is not going to be necessary, your grace, Alyn will fight the Arryn fleet, there is no doubt in my mind, I will send word to him personally”

“there shouldn’t be no need”, he snapped, “I am the King!”, he said, pointing to his own chest, “and they are loyal to me, they will fight”, Corlys nodded 

That was it then

They shared looks with Tyland Lannister

His fate was set 

The small council meeting was done, and everyone return to their chambers, it was already the hour of the owl, the Keep was dark, very lighten up, it lost ghostly, like it had been abandoned 

Corlys walked silently to his chambers, as a maid passed by him, he gave her a small sack and nodded, she barely looked at him and walked away

It was sealed 

“Where is the princess?”, he asked the guard posted at her rooms, he shook his head, the Sea Snake barely nodded, “keep her there”, he commanded, and kept walking

He needed his wits, he was going to need every ounce of diplomacy he still held to survive the coming weeks

A pack of wolves was coming

And they were going to ravage every Green that still drew breath

There had never lived a Stark who forgot an oath

Cregan Stark had promised Rhaenyra he was going to raise an army and march south to guard her and destroy her enemies that still were raising arms

Rhaenyra was dead

And yet the wolf was coming to fulfill his promise 

. . .

“Drakari pykiros, Tīkummo jemiros”, she sang softly, grabbing tightly the small incense in her hand, “Yn lantyz bartossa, Saelot vāedis”, she kept lighting up the candles, “Hen ñuhā elēnī, Perzyssy vestretis”, she wavered, looking up at the skull of Balerion, “Se gēlȳn irūdaks. Ānogrose, Perzyro udrȳssi”, she moved to the next table, lighting up the small candles one by one, it could be maddening, but she had been here every night, “Ezīmptos laehossi”, she continued, “Hārossa letagon, Aōt vāedan, Hae mērot gierūli”, she looked up at the huge skull again, hoping, praying for something, like he was going to brought the black dread back to life

“Se hāros bartossi, Prūmȳsa sōvīli, Gevī dāerī”, she finished the song with a single tear falling down her cheek

“Balerion, Jaes morgho, mazēdas ñuha lentor, sir gūrogon zirȳla, nyke jorepagon syt se morghon hen dārys”

[Balerion, god of death, he took my family, now take him, I pray to you for the death of the Usurper], she whispered 

She looked down at the candles, as she played with her fingers in the small flames, she could feel nothing, her skin didn't melt, unlike her sleeve

“Morghūljagon”, she whispered, extinguishing the flames from a simple blow of her lips 

Die.

[senhorahiena]

I wrote this a while ago, inspired by @kyoshist videos

English is not my fluent language 🤝

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— Hey, wait. — Korra catches everyone's attention. — Whether Aang can change his form, appearance... I don't know. When he wants, can you too? — She looks towards the other Avatars and at Aang in his adult form.

— Yes. Everyone stays in the way they feel most comfortable — Yangchen responds with a smile.

— Imagine spending eternity in only one way and that is how you died. — Wan says above, Roku looks at him with silence but judgment. — Not that it's bad... Just... — Roku continues looking at him. — Come on man, why an old man?

Before the argument can continue, Korra speaks again.

— So I can see Kyoshi's face?

- What? — Kyoshi says.

— Oh, I've never seen anything about you without your makeup.

— And it will continue like this.

- And truth. Not even on the Kyoshi Islands did I see any art of his face — Aang chimes in excitedly.

— Because you don't need it.

— They have a Kyoshi point. — Roku says, leaving Wan still trying to defend himself right behind. — You also didn't show me situations without your makeup when you were guiding me.

— I don't care what the three of you want. This is what you will see for the rest of eternity.

— To Suki you would show... — Aang whispers like a spoiled child, now in his younger appearance.

— What was it _Felas__? — Kuruk appears.

— Kuruk... How was Kyoshi younger? — Korra asks.

— Ah.... I think it's very calm — He seems to be trying to remember.

- Calm? — Roku, Korra and Aang say together.

— He was actually a sweet person. I remember... — Kuruk continues

— Kuruk if you keep talking I'll make you die again. — Kyoshi says in a threatening tone.

— Kyoshi, put an end to their curiosity soon. — Yangchen speaks out

- Even you?!

— Come on Kyoshi, you've been ages with that makeup.

- But ...

— Kyoshi, Kyoshi, Kyoshi, Kyoshi — Aang and Korra cheer together

- IT'S OK! I hate you.

In the blink of an eye, Kyoshi takes on his 16-year-old form. A little shorter than what everyone is used to, not that it makes much difference, her traditional war clothes give way to a similar one but in lighter colors, her hair is tied up in a kind of braid, her blue eyes disappear so that the jade greens shine and her face without makeup, just her thick eyebrows and freckles, attract everyone's attention.

The silence remains for a few seconds.

-WHAT IT WAS? — Kyoshi shouted in a voice much thinner than the big, powerless voice she's been carrying all this time.

- GREEN EYES? — Aang shouts excitedly, getting very close to that Kyoshi, a Kyoshi that doesn't give you the same fear and nervousness.

— Aang, I'm half Nomad. You still don't believe it? I had eyes like my father and over time... — Even with a thinner voice, there's still the same irony in the tone.

— I thought the gloves were exaggerated, but your hands are really exaggerated. — Korra says, holding Kyoshi's hand to compare it with hers, their approach makes Kyoshi's face heat up with embarrassment and his striking eyebrows highlight his features even more.

—Is Avatar Kyoshi shy around two excited teenagers? — Kuruk comments with a smile on his face, seeing Kyoshi like that is almost nostalgic for him.

— Shut up Kuruk.

— You have a lot of freckles. If they were in the sun would they become darker?

The nostalgia that runs through Kyoshi is too great for the lack of her makeup to disguise, her face burns and she knows it, she doesn't look at Aang so close to her and much less at Korra who still admires her hands.

— You two could stop touching me. Damn it ...

They both look at each other with the same evil, hugging Kyoshi, never knowing when they would have another opportunity to see her like that.

— This is nostalgic. — Wan says smiling.

Yangchen finally approaches, taking advantage of the chance, she touches Kyoshi's face who looks at her from the corner.

— I remember the day I saw you for the first time.

Kyoshi at that moment bursts throwing the two youngest Avatars away and going back to his makeup. She doesn't say anything, just the sound of a door slamming as she walks away from them.

— That was dirty. — Kuruk says towards Yangchen. Even if the two didn't get along, that was the kind of humor he enjoyed.

— We’ll never see her like this again — Yangchen says

- Not even. — Roku comments finally, the comments stuck in his head

[lyramundana]

I had a little thought that I needed to share but no idea what to do with and what better than to bring it to the Minsung queen.

Mc calling Minsung mommy and daddy, or like her parents in general, because they treat her like Minho treats his precious kitties with the upmost love and care and special treatment even. They could never be mad at her, it’s never her fault and they’ll defend her on that. She thinks it’s all platonic (doesn’t want it to be) but she couldn’t be more wrong.

She doesn’t know every time she calls Minho mommy he wants to say all hell to dinner and bend her over the counter. She doesn’t know every time she calls Jisung daddy he wants to force his cock down her throat while he watches plays his game (now we all know that wouldn’t last long before he’s more focused on fucking her face). She doesn’t know every time she calls them mommy and daddy they wanna make her a real mommy.

Annyyywayyss, from the corner of your room,

- Fellow Minsung Whore😚

(I swear I’m working on my own little things😭)

We're spreading the Mommy! Minho agenda, yesss! And finally someone understands the potential of Han Jisung as a Daddy, again YES!!!

I love the subby, babygirl Jisung as much as everyone else here, but c'mon, have you seen his stage presence? His personality outside of it? There's a dominant, intimidating side in him, and we should explore it more..

Anyway, back to this treasure because I don't even know how to respond (as usual with this bitch)

the Minsung queen.

AUSFJERJVFJ what even?😂😫i don't deserve such title, i'm just another delulu obsessed with minsung, but thank you nontheless

She doesn’t know every time she calls them mommy and daddy they wanna make her a real mommy

STOP IT this made me feel thingies on my lower regions i shouldn't talk about 😵😵 I need more details now, like WAY more details pls. Love how they're so soft for her and spoil her rotten, with the "it's never her fault". And how horny they are for her. Imagine how they are when they finally drop the platonic farse and finally make their wishes reality.

She would be so throughly fucked that by the end of it she would be unable to walk or even speak. She's brainless, in another plane of existence, which it's perfect for the, because it allows them to care for her body so much better. Seriously, the first week is brutal for the three of them, taking breaks only to eat and shower, to make up for all the pent up tension, and there's not a corner in the house where they haven't make her cum at least twice.

"Look at you, baby, making such a mess all over Daddy's cock. What would Mommy say if she saw you getting dirty like this, mhm?" he speaks with fake dissapointment, as he keeps a firm grip on her hair, legs spread on the couch lazily.

"My sweet, pretty baby, always so good for us. Can you strech your legs a bit wider for me, kitten? Mommy wants to fill you up nice and good." he says sultry in her ear, as he slowly pushes her down on his hard on, making sure his whole dick is inside of her for when he empties his seed on her.

Taglist: @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @moonlightndaydreams @skzms @thightswideforhanin @queenmea604 @k-krissten @stayconnecteed @roseykat @hyunsvngs @hanjisunglover @hanjibug (if anyone wants to be added please let me know)

[nifftydeary]

Fluff alphabet for yandere Elijah mikaelson x fem human reader

Asked by @catmikaelson20

A - Affection

Elijah is an affective man despite what people usually think. With his princess he always feel like kissing or hugging her closer to his body. Honestly, he literally just need her around because it makes him mad when she isn't.

B - Beginning

In the very beginning, Elijah was the one crazy in love with you, always being around and keeping an eye on you. He just wanted you and in the end he got what he wanted...you.

C - Cuddling

Oh god...he loveeeeesss cuddling with you. It really isn't a problem were you are or what you do when he want to cuddle with you, it's right there and now. Usually you never complain about it because you do love it really bad to.

D - Domestic

Elijah is a big help in your domestic life. He is the only that cook, always and that's because he is extremely good at it. He help doing the laundry and the dishes when needed, a real gentleman, your gentleman.

E - Efforts

In the start, Elijah was giving way much more effort to get your attention and show you how much you meant to him. However, when things got serious between the both of you it became a good share. You both have effort to make your relationship work perfectly.

F - Feelings

Because of how badly he experienced love in the past at first it isn't the easiest thing for Elijah to tell you how he feels all the time and what his emotions are. Yet, once he gets to open up it all get better and easier.

G - Gifts

I mean common~ We are talking about Elijah Mikaelsons here. Of course he give you gifts...all the time at a point that you need to tell him to stop and relax because it's just to much. Dresses, expensive jewelry even a new car because you once complain you didn't had one. It all was nothing for him, Elijah just love to spoil his princess.

H - Hugs

Just like the cuddles, he absolutely live the hugs even if he is more of a kisser. The times he loves to hug you the most is when you both are around other and he feel the need to get you closer and show you affection.

I - Intimacy

Elijah is a gentleman and it follows him in bed when you both get intimate. He will make sure you feel comfortable and that everything is ok for you at all time. He will be gentle and sweet not wishing to hurt you or anything. He will take care of your desire before his and make sure you are absolutely satisfied before comes his turn.

J - Jokes

Your vampire is not really the one that does the jokes, it's more of your department. Yet, he does laugh a lot when you do them and he think you are the cutest and funniest person on earth.

K - Kissing

Elijah is the best kisser. You honestly never felt that good and addicted to anyone's lips that you are with his. After all, because of his long life he does have a lot of experience even if you hate to think about the fact that other women kissed him before you.

L - Little Ones

This is not even a question, he wants you to carry his children. Elijah wants a girl and a boy and he already chose their name : Elizabeth and James. she can't stop thinking about you all pretty and pregnant around the house.

N - Needy

Elijah can get really needy when he wants. He'll just literally ask for your attention all the time. Then, he would just hug your body to his to make sure you don't move and keep you there until he is satisfied, sometimes it can last hours. Not that you complain of course.

M - Mornings

Your original boyfriend is an early waker, yet since he met you and started sleeping with you it all change. It's impossible to get out of bed before ten because he will make sure you can't more out of his grip. Elijah just seems to be more affectionate when he wakes.

O - Obsessed

He is decently obsessed of you, he thinks about you all the time and consider that you are his little princess. He can't be separated from you even one day and when you aren't with his he will call you multiple time and send you text to know if your fine and ok.

P - Patience

Elijah is a really patient man, be learned this quality during all his years as a vampire and he would wait for you forever it it's needed.

Q - Quizzes

He remembers everything about you and things you've told him, Elijah is an extremely intelligent man and he have a amazing memories for things that are important about you.

R - Remember

He would never forget your anniversary or special date that he has to remember because you are the only thing on his kind and the only one that matters.

S - Security

Elijah is like a security dog for you, literally. He would never let anyone hurt you and he make sure that people around knows what they will face If they put you in arms way. He killed and tortured already for you. The only idea of his princess being in pain is enough to make him want to burn a town down.

T - Trust

Elijah trust you with everything he is, he would give you his heart in a platter if you asked for it. The one he doesn't trust however, are the people around you. Your friends especially guy friend and strangers that could harm you.

U - Ugly

He absolutely hate when you say things involving your physical appearance and body in a negative way, for him you are persecution on earth and he won't allow you to even think about this word.

V - Vanity

Hummm....it's Elijah the man that always wears suits and look like a freaking model that we are talking about. Of course he take care of himself and like to look absolutely perfect and handsome at all time. It's literally his mark of commerce.

W - Whole

Before meeting you he was empty and was a shell of himself. However, now that he found you it's just like he revived and he feel whole again.

X - Xtra

Theirs in nothing in the world he wouldn't do for you, anything. Theirs is nothing that is to much or out of reach.

Y - Yuck

Honestly their is nothing Elijah doesn't like about you, he tried to find something but he never succeeded. You just seems to be perfect.

Z - ZZZ

Sleeping with you is the best thing in earth for him, he got used to be asside if you all the time and feeling your body against his as you sleep just makes him feel happy and relaxed. Sometimes, when he doesn't feel sleepy but you do, Elijah just caress you hair and looks at you sleep.

[kaycode1999]

Helloooo! I’d like to request a JJK & BSD Match-Up!

I’m an ISFP-T. I stress a lot about work and don’t know when to stop or take a break.

I’m an adult! I work two jobs because the bills are high and the economy is tough.

I’m usually reserved and appear mean to others, but when you get to know me, you’ll see that I’m a very talkative person with many interests and a dream (like studying to become an RN!.)

I’m compassionate and empathetic to others, and I put their emotions first, not mine. I like to see others smile even if I’m not having a good day.

I love loud music, such as rock, metal, and rap. I also occasionally indulge in some K-pop and J-pop.

I love reading and writing in my free time; if not, I sleep.

I have myopia/nearsightedness! I wear glasses most of the time.

My favorite dish to eat is stew or any kind of soup. It’s easy for me to digest and fast to make. However, I’m not a massive fan of the kitchen.

My gender is genderfluid! I go by they/them pronouns the most, though, and my sexuality is biromantic, demiromantic, and demisexual. I value emotional bonds a lot as it’s rarely seen nowadays, and I want a genuine connection with someone willing to help me manage all the stress I have and heal from traumatic experiences.

I don’t really know what my type is, as I’ve never really gone into a relationship, but I guess I'd like a guy who respects boundaries, understands and shares experiences, and makes me laugh when times are tough.

I match you with

JJK

Satoru Gojo

He seems carefree and nonchalant but he works so much and takes so much on because he’s the strongest. If anyone understands work stress and never taking a break it’s him

You both help the other to take some rest and care for yourselves once in a while

He is rich so money is no object for him, he understands your work ethic so if you’d rather work both jobs he wouldn’t make you not- but he’d gladly give you whatever you need to help pay your bills so you at least only need the 1. And really it’s like pennies compared to his fortune so he wouldn’t mind at all. And if/when you move in together he covers more than his fair share

You have a nice contrast in personality because he comes off as friendly and outgoing at first but that can end up becoming annoying to others because of how he is, and you are more reserved before getting to know someone but are personable afterwards

he isn’t intimidated if you appear mean at first so he actually talks and gets to know you

He’s very supportive and happy for you to be an RN *he ends up learning a lot from you about first aid that he uses to help those injured by curses*

Your compassion and empathy are a big part of the reason he fell for you initially. As much as he puts on a nonchalant front he also wants to protect as many people as he can

I get the feelings you share similar music interests and mostly like the same songs and artists/bands

His biggest goal is to get you more of that free time so that you can do more reading and writing as well as sleeping

Will tease you about your glasses but also finds them very adorable

Again- rich, he’ll get a chef for both of you a good amount of the time but not all time if you don’t want

Given how he’s been put on a pedestal and separated from everyone else I think he also needs to have to emotional connection and genuine bond. If his heart isn’t in it he just can’t bring himself to care

As I said before he is willing to help you in any way he can. He can and will spoil you in every sense of the word

As joking of a guy as he is I think he takes boundaries very seriously especially within a relationship

He knows exactly how to make you laugh and will definitely do it even more so if he knows you’re struggling

Bungo Stray Dogs

Chuuya Nakahara

He also takes on a lot and tends to not get the rest he needs, he both understands work stress and has a nurturing personality for his SO. He dotes on you and gently nudges you to take care of yourself and allow yourself rest. *he needs it to so please push him to get rest as well*

He is also wealthy so it’s the same as with Gojo

You seem very alike in that you’re both more reserved before getting to know someone and don’t look like you’d be nice. But once getting to know someone you’re both sociable and kind *him mostly, as long as the person isn’t his enemy*

He is also supportive of your dreams and is always your cheerleader. But he does have a dangerous job and plenty of enemies, so he will have patrols/members stationed close enough to the area that someone could be there in less than 5 minutes if anyone tried anything

He respects and admires that you want to be an RN, and even takes it upon himself to patch his fellow mafia members up from the knowledge he gains from you or take them to you for help

From being in a relationship with Chuuya and helping many of the port mafia members they all come to love you too. That’s to say someone would have to have a death wish to go after you lest they incure the wrath of entire port mafia

He loves and admires you for your empathy and compassion, and though he doesn’t want to admit it he also has that for those he doesn’t see as an enemy

Also loves a lot of the same music you do

He enjoys reading too so he will set up a list of books you can read together and discuss if you’re interested. Also wants you to have more time to do things you enjoy

He loves the glasses- he just does

Actually loves to cook and is talented with it, will make your favorites whenever you want and always makes a extra portion for you to take to eat the next day at work

Like Gojo, he sometimes is made to feel like he’s separate from something human. It makes it hard for him to believe he deserves it or to know what he’s doing, he needs emotional connection and genuine bond to go through that

Basically whatever you need is yours, you only need to say it. He’s caring and will spoil you too

He’s a gentleman, he takes boundaries very seriously

You don’t expect it but he’s funny when he wants to be, and he loves seeing you smile and laugh especially if he knows your having a tough time

I wanted to add I truly appreciate your patience with me getting this out!

I hope your 2025 is treating you well and I hope you enjoyed the match!

[solarmorrigan]

Been dealing with a fever and stomach bug the past few days and let me tell you it’s s u c k e d, but what’s been getting me through it, you ask??

Oh well, none other than Hands Where I Can See Them!! Babe, when I tell you I’ve actually been frothing at the mouth over each chapter I read🫢🫢 I love it all!! Heart? Content. Soul? At peace. Expectations? Blown. Hotel? Trivago.

Hello! I'm so glad the story could keep you company while you've been feeling sick, and it was very kind of you to take a minute to let me know! So, thank you <3

Also, I haven't felt like writing anything in days, but I had a little pop of an idea reading your message, so I do hope you're feeling better by now, but if you're not (or even if you are, really), here's, like. A get well soon ficlet. Or something? (I was just excited to actually feel like writing something, I hope this isn't weird)

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Steve looks absolutely miserable. His face is pale where it isn’t flushed, his hair is sticking up in sweaty clumps, and his eyes is exhaustion-bruised. He’s been sick for two days, running an annoyingly persistent fever and stricken with an inability to keep much of anything beyond water and saltines down. Eddie’s never been very good with sick people, but he’s doing his best to take care of Steve – though Steve isn’t the most cooperative patient.

Currently, he’s sitting on the floor of the bathroom, half curled up on the bathmat and propped up against the wall beside the toilet, eyes shut like he’s trying to sleep there.

“You wanna go back to bed?” Eddie asks him, and Steve grimaces, shaking his head.

“No point. I’m just gonna end up in here again, anyway,” he mumbles.

“Baby, you can’t sleep on the bathroom floor,” Eddie says.

“Not if you keep talking, I can’t,” Steve shoots back, eyes still stubbornly drooped shut.

“You’re exhausted. You’ll sleep better in bed,” Eddie wheedles.

“Don’t try to make me leave the bathroom. The toilet is my best friend. As soon as I can move, we’re gonna elope,” Steve insists drowsily.

Eddie doesn’t even bother to hold in his laugh. “Robin is your best friend,” he tells Steve, reaching over to card his fingers through Steve’s hair. “And I thought you were going to elope with me?”

Steve groans, petulant and tired. “Fine. I’ll elope with you as soon as I stop feeling like shit.” He finally opens his eyes, fixing Eddie with an earnest look. “But I’m serious, I really don’t want to move.”

Biting at the corner of his lip, Eddie thinks for a moment. “Okay,” he says, bending down to press a kiss to the top of Steve’s head. “I got an idea, wait here.”

He doesn’t know where he expects Steve to go, looking and feeling the way he does, but Eddie is quick all the same. He runs out into the living room and swipes all the throw pillows and a couple of couch cushions, then, balancing everything awkwardly, he pauses in the bedroom to snag the fuzzy throw blanket from the end of their bed before returning to the bathroom with his spoils.

Steve watches with curious, hazy eyes as Eddie puts down cushions and pillows against the other wall, effectively creating a little nest in the corner of their admittedly small bathroom. It takes up a good chunk of the floor space, and he has to move the hamper out into the hall, but he figures it’s decidedly more comfortable than where Steve is sitting now.

“Okay, c’mere.” Eddie settles on the cushions and beckons Steve over, and Steve doesn’t need to be told twice.

He’s still fever-warm as he leans up against Eddie, so Eddie only draws the blanket up to their waists, but Steve seems content, anyway.

“Probably shouldn’t be this close to you. You’ll catch my crud,” Steve murmurs, though he clearly has no intent to move, cuddled into Eddie’s side like he is.

“If I do, will you build me a pillow nest, too?” Eddie asks.

“Any time you want,” Steve says. He wiggles a little, as if testing to see if he can get any closer to Eddie before he settles in, his head propped in the crook of Eddie’s neck and his eyes drifting closed again. “Thank you. For being here.”

Eddie presses a kiss to Steve’s temple. “Any time you need.”

[avery-writes21]

enemies to lovers with gojo 🙏 (request)

Enimes to lovers, gojo x f!reader. k so before I start this is gonna be like high-school au! Bcs I have no ideas for over 18 gojo so yah it's gonna be high school gojo and no curse au too, so just normal high-school shenanigans @tonycries this is for u pooks♡ NO MENTIONS OF Y/N

as soon as you entered high-school things was NOT sunshine and rainbows, classes were hard and so were the teachers, the teachers were merciless with home work, assignments, and projects. And there was that one famous student in your class, satrou gojo. Him being there dosent make it any better, plus, he despises you and you share the matual feeling of hate.

One day while you were walking around, trying to find your class, the hallway was packed. Like PACKED. So walking In a hall way that was filled with gross sweaty basketball guys and cute cheerleader girls who would not stop squealing and other random people. Until you bumped into something, or someone and you Dreaded the ocean blue eyes that would tear through you with no second thought "watch where your going! You were gonna push off my glasses! Ugh." He spoke with a sassy tone and you rolled your eyes. He looked suprised but did not say a word. While you walked away you could hear his friends being upset by this, they were as equally as mean as him" man why didn't you get her back?!" "You're so lame, why'd you let her get off your tail man?" They all sighed in dissapointment as you finally found your class, You enter the class room as the first one and wait.

At the end of the day while you were walking back to class, you saw those white locks and blue eyes again. "Hey loser! Going back home to no one?" He laughed and his friends laughed along with him, you clicked your tounge and continued walking. "Hey, are you ignoring me?!" You tuned his annoying voice out and kept walking. He grabbed your shoulder and spun you around "look at me! Freak show!" He looked *pissed.* "what do you want?" You asked, fed up with his spoiled behavior, after you asked him that question, he stopped talking as if he was considering what he wanted to say. He was just using this as an excuse to touch you. "Whatever." He let you go and walked back, a mad looking expression on his face. Victory for you again, you kept walking until you were home.

The next day you went back to school and there was no white haired garbage around. You were confused by this, where was he? Why isn't he here?. You cut your thoughts off by saying he's not worth worrying about, so you went about your day with no gojo bothering you. At the end of the day a text pops up on your screen, it was an unknown number.

"Its me, satoru, I'll send you my address. I need you here right now."

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Maybe there'll be a next part IF @tonycries answers 🙏

[nonbinary-sticks-the-badger]

id like to start this post with a link to a fundraiser masterpost and a reminder to do your daily clicks.

as i mentioned in my last post, i probably wont be posting about anything scu-related in the future, at the very least not anything praising it. if i reblog shadow referencing a keanu reeves role, my bad, ive only seen so many things with him in it. if i reblog scu art that i think is just mainline, my bad, i wasn't thinking. im gonna be honest i dont even think ill do little things, like stobotnik but in mainline context, though i will say, stobotnik mainline au may be like. the 1 exception??? because i do like the ship??? but thats the complete extent of what ill post, if that.

a part of me wants to say "but this is spoiling other people's fun!" and then the other part of me says "by not giving a platform to actors and a company that is complicit in genocide" and it shuts up the first half pretty easily. remember that considering everything, while yes it's likely to have very anti-military, anti-us themes, there is a chance both knuckles and sonic 3 will contain hidden pro-israel propaganda. if it wasnt obvious, i don't want to post about israeli propaganda.

for anyone who knows me personally, or at least messages me, im more likely to be more leniant seeing as. well. it's not public. but im still not sure if ill talk about it unless it comes up in conversation???

ik i have a handful of people here who are mostly scu fans, possibly even scu exclusive. ig im sorry??? i can understand why theres a lot of scu fans, so i suppose if you like scu but you also want to stop posting about it, may i recommend some OTHER things to try (this is a long list so buckle up:

hop (2011) has a similar plot to sonic 1 and has james marsden (who is also not a good person but i dont think even universal would care if youre pirating hop (2011))

a really good place to start is honestly the snapcube dubs!!! you might get a few spoilers from context clues but theyre a really fun way to get to know games a little bit! obviously, theres a big barrier of there only being 5 dubs of 4 games, but i feel like once youve watched the dubs you can sort of get into the rest of her videos from there (theres also. theres this one. this one series. that people like. btw.)

while yeah i recommend the games, theyre sort of hard to know where to start. all i can really say is, dont start from forces or frontiers, at least know the plot of sa2 and thats basically it. ig if you want to play EVERY game, you dont really need to play anything before sonic 3 & knuckles and even then you can still start from sonic adventure and learn the plot of s3&k

NiGHTS is fun but also youll learn nothing about sonic i just wanted to mention it

if youre more into the action, i recommend sonic prime (and also, a few fix-it-fics or rewritten endings)

i recommend sonic boom if you want the comedy* and the characters living (mostly) normal lives. also you can literally watch most of sonic boom for free on youtube idc if im biased i will die on the hill of it being the best sonic canon. yeah im even including rise of lyric. no i have not played rise of lyric. do not mention the wasted potential of the concepts or i will explode.

*no offense but sonic boom is way funnier. idc if im biased because the sonic films are honestly only a step up from mcu humour most of the time, if that

if you want lore, i recommend the comics rather than the games, seeing as its slightly daunting where to start with the games. for a slightly more sanitised and. ig "normal" experience, read either idw or post-reboot archie. but if you want things to get a little wild theres pre-reboot archie. the only archie comics ive read are sonic boom and NiGHTS, so im not speaking from experience. but. wow. theres a lot to unpack there

if for whatever reason you just want sonic thats completely different to the games, i recommend sonic the comic and any of the 90s cartoons!!! theyre honestly really fun and because theyre so early on in sonic history (?) theres so many inconsistencies

sonic the fighters is fun but also you literally will never have to play that ever and its hard to find anyway

im pretty sure ive mentioned every canon there??? and a few things i dont need to lol. but the point is, if you are a fan of scu, you arent immediately a bad person! BUT (and here's the bit you actually have to listen to): if you are posting and praising the scu, particularly the upcoming projects, you are giving a platform to a large chunk of zionists.

[fivefeetfear]

CHP 16

First of all, give me my fucking PROPS!! I hit the characters on the fucking head with only ONE episode as a ref!

Clocked Ozzie “ Not my story to tell”.

Them being a cute and cuddly couple.

Clock Fizz is a soft boi!

The $69 sale ref!

The Fizz body pillow.

Ozzie is able to shrink in size!

Pet nicknames!

Stairs by the bed!

And technically the “bad people” in my story can be Mammon soooo!

This will still follow MY story but with the new episode theme.

……………………………………………

"Kitten, I've tried everything, but he just won't listen to me. Can you try talking to him?" Ozzie asked. Fizz had left the bedroom and took shelter in the bathroom to get ready, leaving the two of us on the bed. I sat in Momo lap as he stroked my swollen belly. Baby (B/N) is due in a few weeks, and (B/G) has been the easiest pregnancy so far. Thank Satan.

Humming, I placed my hand over his, trying to help soothe the demon.

"Believe me, I've tried, but he seems really set on this. I wish he would just take a break," I mused as I leaned further into Asmodeus' chest. I didn't want Ollie going to this so-called talent show either, but each time I brought it up to Fizz, he was just super stressed out. Like he has something to prove.

"OW!!" Cried one of the twins. I knew the house was too quiet. Groaning, I slowly sat up, only to be stopped by Momo.

"Kitten, let me go check on them." Waving him off, I went to the stairs beside the bed.

"I got it. You need to get ready so you can go with Ollie. Keep our husband safe; he's too sweet for his own good sometimes."

"But I don't think he wants me to go," Momo said as he got up from the bed.

"Asmodeus, he needs one of us to be there, and unfortunately, I am out of commission."

I could see the concern on the King of Lust's face as he shifted his eyes around the room, debating on what to do.

"I'm gonna make a call," I nodded my head at him as I left the room to check on the children. I made it to their bedroom to see the two trying to juggle the poor puppies while on a unicycle. Of course. I carried them for nine months just to birth two more Fizzarollies.

"KIDS! Put the dogs down before you break your neck!" I scowled as I walked further into their bedroom. The two yelped in surprise as they quickly got off the unicycles and tossed them under their beds. The puppies scattered in every direction before fleeing out of the room towards freedom. The twins stood before me with wide smiles as if they didn't do anything wrong. Just a typical day in motherhood.

"Hi mom!" They chimed together. I crossed my arms over my chest as I stared them down.

"What have I told you about juggling the puppies?" I asked.

"Not to," they answered together as they mirrored each other's movements.

"And what about the unicycle?"

"Not in the house," they groaned quietly shifting on their feet. They are so fucking cute! AH sometimes I just want to throw this whole act away and give them everything they want! But then I’ll spoiled rotten children and I already have two spoiled husbands.

"So what possessed you two to defy the rules?" My kids pointed at each other as they began to yell over one another.

"Well, (K/N) said they were better at juggling than I was!" My youngest shouted.

"That's because I am! Besides, juggling isn't even cool!"

"It's only a little cool, at best," came another voice from behind me. Of course, when shit is hitting the fan he seems to somehow conjure himself up from the shadows.

"UNCLE BLITZ!" The twins shouted as they raced by me to the imp himself. He easily scooped up the kids and gave them big hugs. Both children then grabbed each end of his horns, weighing his head back as he fell hard onto the ground. A smile made its way to my face as I shot him a look.

"Excuse me, I was in the middle of disciplining my children here," I stated playfully. Blitz was currently wrestling with the kids, and he was, of course, losing miserably against the feral baby clowns.

"Oh, is that what that was? I just heard you killing fun. When did you get so uptight? We used to ride unicycles down three flights of stairs, near the street where that creepy old pervert used to live down the road. Remember him? He died, not of old age because I hit him with the van about a week ago."

Oh, how he never changes. With a deep breath, I rolled my eyes at my friend needing to gain control of the situation.

"That's because neither of us had parents that cared for our safety! Or us in general. I want my kids to have fun safely."

"YAWN!" Blitz shouted as the twins followed suit.

"Yeah! YAWN!" My children mimic their Uncle. Who wore a shit-eating grin. I swear if I wasn’t pregnant I would have strangled him already.

"Alright, alright, that's enough of that. B, I love ya, but what are you doing here?" I asked trying to switch off the topic of my failing to discipline my kids and Blitz. The red imp sprung up as he quickly dusted himself off and adjusted his trench coat.

"Oh, your sugar daddy called me to go with him and Fizz to Mammon's bullshit talent show."

"He did?" I mean, it makes sense. He can help keep an eye on everything, but I don't know how Ollie is going to feel about that. I felt a tug at my pants and saw (K/N) clinging onto me.

"Daddy has sugar?" they asked. A smirk quirked at the corner of my lips, trying to hold in the small giggle. How cute. Blitz kneeled down and patted (K/N) on the head, making the bells on they’re hat jingle.

"Daddy has a lot of sugar." With a loud cheer, both the kids left to go find Asmodeus somewhere in the manor. Taking B's side, we both walked slowly behind the running children, their jester hats ringing violently down the corridor.

"And why did you agree to go? I thought you hated Mammon." I, for sure, do. That guy always gave me the creeps. And I never really liked how he treated Fizz; it was so possessive and greedy. The imp simply shrugged his shoulders as he answered.

"Extra eyes and ears to keep your boy toy safe. You know Fizz's fans are horny little fucks with no social skills and lack boundaries." I let out a loud "HA," startling my friend as he glared in my direction.

"That's rich coming from you! Because you know, you are the KING of social interactions and respectful of people's boundaries." I teased bumping my hip with his.

"Ohh you little bitch, you think you are so funny. You know I don't have to knock on the window so you know when I'm watching the three of you fuck, ok?"

He what?

"You watch us-"

"I am keeping Fizz safe, and I'm doing it for free, so you should be a little more grateful," he backtracked on his previous statement. Again, this guy. Shrugging it off for now, I kept the conversation going.

"Thank you, B. I was very worried about him going. Knowing you and Mo are going to be there when I can't means a lot. Thank you so much." B pulled me into a tight side hug, pressing our cheeks closely together.

"I got it handled, so calm your double D knockers down, baby maker."

Before the trio left, I pulled Ollie to the side to wish him luck. He reluctantly followed me to our bedroom, expecting a lecture of some kind. Asmodeus had already expressed his dislike for him going and Mammon several times, and it was only stressing out the poor clown.

“Look mama I already know what you are going to say. “It’s a bad idea, I shouldn’t go, Mammon is a jerk who looks like a deformed Christmas tree with scoliosis.” A smile stretched across my face as I sat him down on the loveseat taking a seat next to him.

.

“Sweetie if anyone has scoliosis, it’s you.” I crack getting a small smile from him. Good.

“I’m not here to give you shit my love. I support whatever you want to do within reason. So if you want to do this, I’ll stand by you. Do you want to do this?” I questioned softly lacing our fingers together. Fizz held a little tighter as he fiddled with the Sinners Eye he proposed to me with.

Letting a deep sigh he answered.

“It’s not a WANT but more of a NEED. I need to do this and I need to win. B-becasue if I d-don’t….I j-just…you s-see…..I just need to, I need to be perfect.” Fizz rarely holds back what’s on his mind, so seeing that he couldn’t share with me what was really going on hurt. However, this isn’t about me, he will tell me if he’s ready to.

All his life he struggled with being perfect, he had to be the best all the time. The thing is, he was already the best! Has been for a really fucking long time. Fizz could never see that he already had it all and his need to be perfect constantly was the reason we fell apart in the first place.

I wanted to ask why he still felt this after all these years, but it will only take us in circles. So I kept to my word and decided to not push it and just support him. I gave a soft smile as I leaned over and nuzzled his nose with mine.

“Ok baby, do your best and knock them dead! Me and the kids will be watching from home. Give them a bit of a wave, you know they love watching you perform.” I coo placing butterly kisses on his adorable face, careful not to smudge his makeup. Ollie let out a giddy laugh as he curls into my affections. His arms looped several times around my waist as he gave me a gentle squeeze.

“Thanks, mama.”

……………………………………………

“Mommy, where is daddy?” My eldest asked as the twins sat in front of the large TV. Mammon was currently on stage trying to reassure the audience that Fizzarolli was going to come out and perform soon. I tried calling him but each time it would go to voicemail, same with Momo and B. No one was answering me! Fuck they know how to stress a pregnant person out, I swear if I slingshot into labor and they aren’t around I’ll kill them myself.

“I…I don’t know honey. Don’t worry, daddy will be out soon.” I didn’t know that! I don’t what the fuck was happening! My mind was running ramped, did something happen to them? Did they leave the show?

“I-I’m sure Fizzarolli will be out soon with a grand fucking performance,” Mammon announces to the crowd, and just like that a cloud of blue smoke explodes behind him making the crowd go wild.

Oh thank Satan.

As the smoke cleared, I could see Ollie silhouette in the dark room with a cigarette between his fingers and Asmodeus's blue flame lit it up. The accordion began to play, setting the tone for the song. Moody, that’s different. I like it! As the song progressed the tempo of the song picked up revealing the true message of the song.

“FUCK YOU! Here’s my two minutes notice fuck you!!”

Oh Satan. Fizzarolli was in it to lose it and I was loving it. I watched in amazement as Ollie put on his best show yet as he sang his feelings in his resignation letter to Mammon. The kids cheered as they watched their dad completely own the stage as he balanced on two balls rolling along before launching himself in the air and executing several flips.

“Say goodbye while I look you in the eye and say, Fuck you!”

That moment gave me chills as I watched my husband be amazing. The warmth in my chest blossomed leaving goosebumps down my arms.

He has no idea how fucking talented he is, he brings everyone so much joy once he hits that stage. Yes with fame, there are ups and downs, but he always knew how to work the crowd in his favor each and every time. He was born to do this.

I wish he could see what we all see in him, a big loveable, adorable, and insanely skilled imp. He has so much to offer, I hope he sees that now.

“Hope you die! Kiss my ass goodbye you cuck, fuck you!”

“CUCK!” I was immediately ripped out of my daydream as my children screamed the word cuck at the top of their lungs. Oh goodness, the two somehow got their large balls trying to attempt the tricks Fizz was pulling off. My eyes softened as the kids supported the other on the share ball doing their best to balance on it while rolling around the open space.

The poor bulter had to follow them around so they didn’t fall off, a large smile adored my lips as I switched my gazes from the twins back to my husband who once flew out of a coffin. He tossed his neckpiece aside as he sang his heart out. I literally could not contain my excitement, I am so fucking proud of him!

“You’re a fucking ass clown.” He has such a way with words.

I hummed along with the tune as I witnessed my husband freeing himself from Mam's clutches. He swung above the crowd when a demon attached himself to his leg. The demon dog's horny moment was short-lived when he was shot off him.

Tears began to swell in my eyes, this is just AH! So fucking incredible! Watching him strip any associate of Mammon on live TV while having B and Ozzie back him up was such a heartwarming experience to witness.

Fizzarolli my love if you could see yourself, be fucking proud. You are finally out of the pit and I am grateful to have seen your growth. You worked so fucking hard to get to this place, you deserve peace.

As his set came to a dramatic end, Ollie turned to the camera and gave a wave.

“Hey kids!”

“Hello daddy!”

………………………….

“MOMMY! THEY’RE BACK, THEY’RE BACK!!” The twins cheered as they opened the door for their dad’s. I picked up the pace to greet my loves.

“Fuck you! Here’s my two-minute notice! AH! Ollie fucking brilliant mate!” I sang out to him, his face quickly blushed as he made his way over to me. He easily lifted me off the ground and into

his arms, squeezing the other tightly.

“I’m so fucking proud of you darling,” I whispered to him, I could feel his grip tighten while he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

“Thank you, (N/N).” My face warmed up when I felt his lips pressing kisses onto my neck.

Momo picked us up in his arms for a bear hug as he twirled us around.

“Our Froggie was fantastic Kitten.” Asmodeus hums happily, finally being rid of Mammon. But he knew that this peace was only temporary, until then he was going to enjoy this moment.

Little bells jingle from below and the twins remove their collars, and cuffs and tear their outfilts like Ollie.

“Yeah, daddy you showed that CUCK!” Not expecting that response Fizzarolli burst into a laughing fit as he stretched down to his kids. He tickles their side before placing the eldest on his shoulders and the youngest in my arms.

“I’m digging the new look kids. Alright! Sing it with me now kids! Fuck you! I wished I’d said it sooner! Fuck you!” Ollie started off.

“Cut you off just like a tumor, hope you die~” I sang along with Asmodeus.

“Kiss my ass goodbye you cuck, fuck you!” The twins ended happily.

All of us cheered while we walked through the halls of our home. I watch as Fizz plays with the eldest racing down the hallways. For the first time in a long time, he looked at ease. I turned to Momo and we shared a tender kiss. Finally, this shit show is done. We can finally live in peace and Fizz can live for himself again.

………………………….

“Fuck you, say goodbye~” I sang softly to myself in front of the bathroom mirror. Once the twins were down, the three of us hand a long warm bath getting ready to sleep in.

“I think you like the song more than I do.” Ollie jokes as he kisses my cheek from behind.

“How could I not! It’s so catchy!” My hand reached back, caressing his cheeks before moving up to his horns. I traced along the edges while admiring his beauty from our mirror.

“You are so beautiful Ollie.” I muse softly making him once again blush. His magenta hues shift away from his reflection to his feet. He grew quiet but I didn’t mind. Like I said, today was a lot.

“Mama, I gotta tell ya something.” I hum letting him know I was listening.

“So….you know how I-I said I needed to win?”

“Yes.” His grip on my hips tightened as he tried to find the words.

“I felt like I had to because…because of you.” Oh. Mhm, didn’t expect that. I turn in his arms with confusion in my eyes. I wanted him to explain himself.

“Um, me? Why?” Fizzarolli's shoulders dropped further as he placed his forehead against mine, his eyes still not meeting my own.

“B-because…I put you through s-so much shit to g-get here and…and I felt like making you go through all of that would have been for nothing. You supported me from the beginning even when I d-didn’t deserve it. S-so I just figured, I m-made my bed so I had to lie in it.” He finished. My heart broke, that’s the reason he clung on so hard to Mammon. Because he felt the need to punish himself for hurting me?

My chest squeezed when I spotted the tears at the corner of his eyes, I gently swiped them away with my thumbs as I held his face in place.

“Ollie, look at me.” The taller imp took a bit but his glassy eyes finally met mine. I could see the remorse harboring in his hues, this sweet sweet dummy. Why would he ever think I would want him to continue to punish himself?

“Please stop beating yourself up about that, I forgave you. You need to stop torturing yourself with the past Ollie, we no longer live there. I forgive you, please forgive yourself, my love.” With a loud sob, Fizz's knees buckled under him as he cried harder in my arms. I slowly got on my knees with him on the bathroom floor holding him close. My hands rubbed his back softly as I placed kisses on his forehead.

“It’s ok,” I whispered. His shoulder shakes as he cries, this must of been weighing on him for some time now. I’m disappointed in myself for not seeing the guilt he holding onto and how much it was hurting him.

A few minutes passed and his crying slowly subsided. He lifted his head from my chest as he wiped more of his tears away.

“I love you so much. And I’ll work on moving forward,” he mutters sniffingly quietly as he gathers himself together.

“And I’ll be here to help, I love you too, Fizzarolli.” And with that, I pressed our lips together in a much-needed kiss.

……………………………….

AND done! Maybe later! Hope y'all liked it!

Also, Viv if you need another writer, I got you!

Sorry for the errors.

[dearcl113]

025 - Writing For Ghoul, Healing & The Shift Trilogy, January-February 2025

I'm in the process of engineering the 2nd project (Ghoul) right now from the 5 I talked about before - the 1st is Healing which I still need to engineer, but Ghoul is more important. I don't announce release dates typically, but I guess I can say Ghoul will be out in the next two weeks at some time with another single next week. I should promote it more honestly, I really enjoy it. The Shift Trilogy is the name of my next set of 3 projects plus stand-alone's until I'm done with the storyline, each will follow a cinematic feel based on a particular niche of movies but based around the concept of shifting yourself to somewhere else. I really wanted new music that represented the new me to listen too, my music is important to me and gets me motivated to get my day going but honestly I'm not a big fan of how egotistical some of my old music comes off. I want to represent something more positive. In September I had 2 ideas for trilogies - one that was in the style of the Light trilogy, and I had wanted to create another Ghost trilogy. But honestly I don't like doing that kind of music anymore. I want to do something more positive - so I ended up scrapping the original idea. Either way when I recorded Healing in January-February I recorded about sixty to seventy songs in 4 weeks only stopping last week to organize. Healing

Healing follows a narrative of learning to heal through prayer and love, it's a stand-alone that basically just follows The Long Dark's storyline as like a closure to it. I struggle with reading my word honestly, better now but still learning. During recording/writing for this I read the book of Psalms and would recite it everyday, one of the songs I based off Psalm 115 and other psalms but in a hip hop format. I don't typically make Christian rap but I think doing things for God is okay. Most of my music for years has been sort of negative about love, and I felt I needed to get some closure on that - a wrap-up which dictates the next path. I also wanted to create an old school RI hip hop mixtape but with the narrative structure, so it's heavy in boom bap, and meant to have a lot of different features. It definitely organized my thoughts to get back on track for more paranormal hip hop. For the feature reason it may be awhile until they all come in, but my recording is done at least.

Ghoul The initial writing for Ghoul came out of The Long Dark, and a little before. I had a night where I basically sat down and wrote out the draft for the next trilogy, my process is I just write out a song quickly off the top of my head and then over time I edit it, add in new parts, get rid of certain parts, record it and see how it sounds, etc. So some of it was initial drafts or stuff I didn't use there. I didn't want The Long Dark to follow a completely paranormal storyline either. That initial trilogy draft became 'Healing', with the darker stuff going to Ghoul. Overall I made three drafts for this project, at some point I may show this blog some of the other versions of the later songs. The 1st draft followed me at a therapist's office, and my day afterwards from the bus ride home. It was one singular storyline with songs as 'memories'. The 2nd added in more of a 'spooky' approach, it was intended to be the 'dark timeline' while part 2 of the trilogy will be the happy one. The third is what I have now, it still may change but now it's similar to the ghost stories I read as a kid but DEARCL music. Ghoul is a weird but cool record. It's the creepiest one I've done so far in a lot of ways. Not to spoil too much details until the drop, but it follows three different stories based around a ghost theme and shifting from one place to the next all taking place in a Haunted House. During this you travel along different timelines that are edited together by a version of myself in another dimension. There are different characters, played/rapped by people I know like on the song Frecluse that's about me haunting a house with a new tenant who is as reclusive as I was in a past life. It's a blend of The Long Dark, Manic All The Time, and Healing, in terms of sounds. I'm really excited to release it.

[kinginhismind]

L O K I R O L E P L A Y V A R I A N T S

Getting settled again after the chaos of the past year got between me and my muse, I find myself back at it. I'm mostly on Discord these days but looking to expand a little.

As a jumping-off point, these are the versions of Loki I generally play, all at different points in his development. Hopefully, it’ll give you a good idea of what you’ll be getting from me if you say, “I wanna RP with Loki from Ragnarok,” or “I want it to take place before Thor 1”...

PRINCE IN EXILE (Thor: Ragnarok)

A party that never stops with a host that never dies! This is Loki during his time on Sakaar with the Grandmaster before Thor arrived. Sometimes he needs a break from the madness and stupidity, but mostly he just succumbs to the warm, electric glow of constant stimuli and zero judgment. Drugs, booze, fashion, gambling, games, stories, pranks, you name it, he’s up for it. Sowing his wild oats and getting up to misadventures he’d never dare on Asgard or in the company of anyone who ‘knew him when.’ If you’re looking for a party, this is the Loki variant with the least inhibitions.

Morality: Slim to None

As far as this Loki is concerned, the past and future are gone. Nothing means anything, don’t look back or make plans. Get your kicks while you can. He’ll do anything to get his way, but for the first time in his life, he doesn’t want all that much. A cheap shadow of his former self, he won’t admit to who he is or where he comes from.

Shipping Temp: Hot and Cold, Open and Closed

If all you’re looking for is a Loki who’s DTF, this is your dude. He’s got little else to give, however, as he doesn’t have the courage for emotional engagement. Distraction is the name of the game. Easy to hold, hard to keep. Big into novelty and experimentation. Lonelier than advertised.

THE GOD OF MISCHIEF (pre-Thor 1)

This is the original recipe Loki of a few decades ago, the one who’s still in his brother’s shadow, his mother’s apron strings, and under his father’s thumb. An insecure, playful, sheltered, clever, powerful godling who doesn’t quite know his own strength yet. He’s too smart for his own good, and really just wants a lot of attention and fun.

Morality: Scamp

Even when this Loki is up to no good, he doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s got a good heart but he’s still a prince, spoiled and a little naive. His intelligence leads to bordem, bordem leads to mischeif. He will usually do the wrong thing, but his heart’s not in it. Just a bit of fun.

Basically, he’s a kid playing with matches. 

Shipping Temp: Florida

I wouldn’t try to ship with this Loki, especially if your muse is female. He’s a little… much, prone to bad poetry and losing his head over a crush. He still attributes too much meaning to physical intimacy – a kiss is the beginning or the end of the world. And while his time at the Hall of Learning may have taught him a thing or two about lads, he’s not deeply knowledgable about ladies.

GLORIOUS TANTRUM (Avengers)

The Loki who attacked New York, in a nasty emotional place and writing checks his ass can’t cash. Global conquest? The taste of blood? The sound of screams? Yikes. It’s too late to talk him out of it, so just kneel before your King, already. No, all the way. 

Keep going. 

Morality: Broken

What happens when an unstoppable sense of entitlement meets an immovable inferiority complex?

Soaked with grief and adrenaline, Loki’s grasp of right and wrong has gone slicker than snot on a doorknob. It’s tempting to view him as merely under a spell, enslaved to a bigger bad, or even just a thundering looney, but that would be too simple. Something’s still working the bellows. But he’s not about to introspect as to what it is.

This Loki’s on top of the world and doesn’t dare look down. There’s no point in trying to reason with him and agreeing with him is a dangerous game. Still, there’s a glimmer of pain and vulnerability underneath it all. Deep down, he’s still himself. A runaway, waiting for someone to find him and bring him home.

Shipping Temp: Below Zero

Sorry, “kneel before him” is not a kink, it’s a resume. This Loki is too shook to let anyone near him in any way remotely intimate without a fight, and the suggestion of someone fool enough to want that would be an invitation to cruel and unusual mayhem. Buuuut he still has a heart, if the fool can find it.

tl;dr, sexual domination and global domination are neither sisters nor twins.

BORN AGAIN (Loki Series)

Picture this: you’ve just lost everything you’ve ever loved and everything you’ve ever hated, and everything you’ve ever wanted, run from, or wondered over. Watched your whole world burn, realized everything you know is wrong, and seen that your dreams are hollow and naught but ash. Who are you now?

Once again, Loki finds himself orphaned and left to die by an indifferent universe, but another twist of fate scoops him out of the cold. Empathetic analyst and scamp expert Mobius M. Mobius recruits this comparatively cuddly Loki variant to hunt the Very Dangerous Variant, Sylvie.

Morality: Rebooted

So now what? Most people would be frustrated starting over from square one, but considering the baggage he’s been hauling, this Loki variant is actually in a better spiritual place than before, ready to learn and share and hug and grow. He’s still a trickster, of course, and he’s a little dizzy from having his mind blown, but he’ll be okay. He’s healing. 

Shipping Temp: Picnic Weather

This variant has been broken in, won over, acclimatized. Shown acceptance and affection, given kindness, security and understanding. Taught, in spite of himself, to trust someone enough to let himself be pet on his little kitty head. And he’s finally learned to introspect! This is huge.

I can’t stress enough how important it was that Loki made a real friend before he was ready for romance. He’s got all the enthusiasm for love of his younger, more innocent self, but with a healthy dose of perspective on the course of his life and the humility that comes from being shown that the greatest power in the universe isn't his daddy.

I won’t go so far as to say that he finally has empathy or that he’s totally learned his lesson, but the drive to serve others – not just to win their regard and attention, but out of pure affection – is brand-spankin’ new.

TVA Loki is the most shippable variant; die mad.

THE REGENCY ERA (Crossed Worlds)

Based on the version of Loki I developed for Crossed Worlds, this is a variant from a timeline where Thanos didn’t make it (long story) and it was Ronan the Accuser who set Loki on his path to conquer earth. As such, Ronan getting offed in GotG meant Loki never had to pay his debt, so he and the other Asgardians made it to earth in one piece.

It wasn’t long before Thor wanted to go play hero with his little mortal friends again, leaving Loki in charge of the settlement as Prince Regent. He’s gone to great pains to build New Asgard into a divine arcadia, and his influence can be felt in the settlement’s solid infrastructure, appreciation for the arts, and strong traditional values. Still under the all-watchful eye of Heimdall and surveilled by the Security Council, Loki will occasionally scarper off to New York to play Batman in back alleys.

After everything he’s done and lost, he’s feeling nostalgic for his old life and culture, the dreams he left behind in those halcyon days of *checks records* 2010. Despite the major divergence from the canon timeline, this Loki is still as canon as possible.

Morality: Goodish

He’s trying to do better for his brother’s sake, but he’s not to be trusted. He wants to be a hero and be lauded like an Avenger, but he doesn’t like to introspect, as that might lead to guilty bummer-thoughts.

Shipping Temp: Simmer

Do not expect this Loki to kiss on the first date as his time as a party favor on Sakaar did a number on him. But he’s a variant inclined toward traditional romance – his childhood home is gone forever, so the idea of a good, old-fashioned courtship (with a dashing blade or lady fair) just like the one Little Loki always imagined he’d have one day? Would knock his socks off.

But I can’t overstate how much he needs time on this.

[bokuaosubs]

Joyful companions 🐶🐹 (Yagi Toa 4th blog)

Thank you for coming to see me.

I am Boku ga Mitakatta Aozora’s Yagi Toa, 16 years old, first-year high school student, born in Tokyo.

To be honest, !

There are many animals (in my family), 3 dogs and 1 hamster, at my home. ✨

I always end up writing in a rather formal way, so to write casually,

I am thinking of introducing the joyful and cute companions that live in my home ! 🐶🐹

Ta-da !

↑ This is Kouta and I、、🦮♡

By the way, these are photos taken half a year ago, !

Seems like we still need to get the hang of taking pictures together。、、

Also, first of all、、、

I will start the introductions from the #1 boss of our house, Norimaki ! !

Since Norimaki was introduced once by name only during the SHOWROOM screenings,

Perhaps there are people that know Norimaki already ! !

Before that, during online talks as well,

I was really happy when I got asked “Is Norimaki doing well〜?”!!

He is a male, 4 years old long-haired chihuahua ♪

Even though he is this cute,

He is unexpectedly strong-willed, and he holds the most authority in my house 、、、‼︎💦

But,

Whenever I feel down, he is the first to come and comfort me.

↑ Then there’s Kouta, the kid that was in the first picture as well ✨

He is a male, 2-years-old golden retriever ♪

Even though his body is big, he feels light,

Always taking good care of Norimaki、、、

He is a kind boy that spoils others !! 💙

↑ Here is the small and cute Sodashi 🐹

He is a male, 2 years old golden hamster ♪

He has a lot of likes and dislikes, but he often eats vegetables ! ! ✨ (especially cabbage)

He runs in the hamster wheel in the middle of the night.

Occasionally, that sound wakes me up、、lol

Then, there is my house’s idol

Arare-chan ! 🩵

↓

Though everyone I introduced so far was male, this kid is a girl 👧

Both Nori-chan and her are long-haired chihuahuas, and it’s been 4 months since she was born‼︎✨

In any case, she is cute〜❣️

An angel、、、！

She is my healing.

And

My house feels quite lively like this 🏠

I will post more pictures from time to time ！

Until now, this has been an introduction of the joyful companions at my home‼︎

Well then, should I stop here for today、！

Thank you very much for reading until the end.

That’s all, this has been today’s Yagi Toa !

[TL by: K

QC by: yuzuiro]

[dreaming-for-an-escape]

@wolfanddragon98

A- Activity (What is their favorite activity to do together)

I thought of scrabble because you know they’d love to play scrabble together.  

B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship)

I’d call it the honey moon phase because once that ends...YIKES. 

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

Communication is very important for Darlene. Jonathan egress, but mainly because he wants to know everything that’s going on in her life. 

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)

In my mind I can’t picture Jonathan drunk??? Like it’s such a weird image. Darlene, however...she’s a happy drunk. She gets all blushy and giggly. 

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations, if one of them is hurt)

In an emergency situation Darlene becomes worried, like a mother. Jonathan on the other hand becomes angry but the type of angry where he’s blank in the face but at any second he’s ready to strike. 

F- Free Spot (Give a random headcanon)

Jonathan likes surprising Darlene with Marigolds. Her favorite flowers.

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?)

I think Darlene’s gifts would be hand made, like food or I even see her making a mixtape for him since she never got to do that before for a boyfriend. Jonathan’s gifts are more expensive, and although thoughtful Darlene still feels unsure about receiving such gifts. 

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

Once together Darlene will start to hug Jonathan more. As for cuddling, oh yeah.... ;)

I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

Darlene: Rude people.

Jonathan: Anyone that isn’t Darlene.

Darlene does a good job hiding her irritation but Jonathan’s does come out through his icy stare xD

J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)

I feel Darlene would use the money to catch up on old bills xD Whereas Jonathan would immediately think of ways to spoil her.  

K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

Darlene: Her family.

Jonathan: I think we know by now...

L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

Between the two of them Darlene is the one who laughs the most, whereas Jonathan is a tough nut to crack. 

M- Morning (How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

Well, I think they’re both mornings person because they have to be. But I do think Jonathan is even more of a grouch without his coffee in the morning. The only person he’d be not a grouch to is Darlene. 

N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)

Jonathan is definitely the need one in the relationship. And he shows it by the ways he’s trying to convince Darlene to stay longer by his side. 

O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

Jonathan is always the happiest when they’re back at his apartment. 

P- Pain (How do they handle pain?)

Unfortunately Darlene has experience with pain. But thankfully she’s found better outlets to show that pain. As for Jonathan, anytime he’s vulnerable he acts out in anger. You can’t tell he doesn’t. He has a bad day? Well, there he goes to do an experiment. When Darlene tries breaking up with them he doesn’t hold back on whatever inmate he chooses to spray his fear toxin at. 

Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and their relationship)

“Not even death would be able to keep us apart.”

o.O

(BTW, Jonathan eventually says this to her)

R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing each other after a long time of being apart)

Non-stop kissing from Jonathan and giggling from Darlene. Aww, how cute. STOP IT. I have to remember how much of a psycho he is xD

S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do they deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

Darlene: Uncomfortable situations.

Jonathan: When things don’t go his way.

T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)

Darlene - Physical intimacy (as of now)

Jonathan - His past. 

U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

I’d say the Darlene’s hair color because she has a specific kind of auburn hair I never see in person. As for Jonathan it would be his blue eyes.

V- Violence (Do they fight a lot?)

Darlene like violence, but she will have to fight later on. 

Jonathan tends to use his brain than his fists (HAHAHA)

W- Wow (What do they do that really surprises the OC? What does the OC do that they really like?)

I feel like Jonathan would be the most surprising in their relationship, He’d give Darlene presents, take her to dinner to fancy restaurants, and also to the theater, maybe even ballet. 

X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates)

If Jonathan ain’t finishing in Darlene then he’s finishing on her...and he loves leaving his mark on her. 

Darlene likes it whenever Jonathan uses ice on her nips.

There I said it.

xD

Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)

I’m not one to kink shame but I personally don’t find the piss kink to be hot. And I can’t see Darlene and Jonathan taking part of that. 

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without each other)

When they’re together they fall asleep in each others arms. When they’re apart I see Darlene maybe sometimes sleeping with a shirt Jonathan let her borrow, and Jonathan falls asleep with the smell of her perfume that lingers on his pillows. 

@dreaming-for-an-escape

Bro...Darlene and Jonathan. ;)

A- Activity (What is their favorite activity to do together)

B- Beginnings (How do they act in the beginning of a relationship)

C- Communication (Are they good communicators? How do they normally talk about their problems or solve issues)

D- Drunk (What are they like when they’re drunk)

E- Emergency (How are they in emergency situations, if one of them is hurt)

F- Free Spot (Give a random headcanon)

G- Gifts (What kind of gifts do they give? What kind of gifts do they get?)

H- Hugs (How do they show affection/cuddle)

I- Irritation (What is something that irritates them? How do they show their irritation?)

J- Jackpot (How would they spend their winnings if they won the lottery?)

K- Kryptonite (What is their ultimate weakness?)

L- Laughter (What makes them laugh?)

M- Morning (How do they wake up in the morning? Are they a morning person or a morning grouch?)

N- Needy (When do they feel particularly needy? How do they show it?)

O- Oasis (Where is their happy place? Where would they go if they didn’t have anything holding them back?)

P- Pain (How do they handle pain?)

Q- Quote (What’s a quote that fits them and their relationship)

R- Reunion (How do they celebrate seeing each other after a long time of being apart)

S- Stress (What stresses them out? How do they deal with stress and how do they relieve it?)

T- Terror (What are they afraid of?)

U- Unique (What is a quirk that is unique to them?)

V- Violence (Do they fight a lot?)

W- Wow (What do they do that really surprises the OC? What does the OC do that they really like?)

X- (Explicit headcanon. For all you degenerates) 

Y- Yucky (Is there something that grosses them out so badly that they can’t deal with it?)

Z- ZZZ’s (What are their sleeping habits? Both with and without each other)

[matryosika]

burning sensations

pairing — hyunjin x reader

word count — 7.8 k

warnings — hate sex, mentions of alcohol, jealousy and possessiveness, slight dom!hyunjin, hyunjin has a tongue and bellybutton piercing, ice play, use of petnames, slight degradation/humiliation, dirty talk, oral sex (f and m), piv, unprotected sex, creampie

note — this took hours for me to write, i don't know why BUT i spent the whole day completely horny because of this man. enjoy this, don't forget to leave an opinion if you liked this piece and also don't forget that you can tip me (please do it, im broke) on my ko-fi! i will be very very grateful, really! anything helps!

i apologize if there are any grammar mistakes. i didn't read this before posting it and english is not my first language!

finally friday, the weekend was just around the corner for you to enjoy it. but so was the end of your school semester and so was the application for the greatest scholarship an A+ student could ask for. even when you wanted to relax, your mind wouldn’t allow you to.

“come on, y/n” yoona belted out as the two of you were heading to the last class of the day “i can’t believe you would rather spend a boring night at the campus library instead of the birthday party of your best friend”.

“boring or not” you replied, your hands clenching at the leather straps on your bag “i must keep on studying if i want to go to college”.

you would never admit it out loud but, sometimes, yoona reminded you of hyunjin, her brother. hyunjin, who you utterly despised from the moment you stepped foot in that school, him who couldn’t stand breathing the same air as you.

even so, you always tried to understand some of the comments she made that bothered you. she was born in a wealthy family, just like hyunjin. she grew up having it all, not worrying about helping her parents to pay their bills or studying hard to not compromise her academic future. yoona was one of those people who truly believed that everything can be solved and that there’s nothing in this world that’s “impossible”.

your family, on the other hand, had difficult times with money ever since you could remember. your parents covered all of your basic needs, but an elite education was definitely not something they could afford. not to mention that you had an older sister, just as brilliant and excellent as you were, so the pressure to succeed was ten times greater when you realized that doing good at school was not an achievement but what was expected from you.

“if everything goes well and i get accepted to yonsei, we are going to be able to party every single weekend” you sighed, turning around in the same corner she did.

“yeah right” she babbled. “you will get accepted to yonsei, but i’m not sure about the other part”.

“when i win the scholarship, we will celebrate big time” you promised, pushing the door for her.

“why can’t we celebrate today?” yoona pouted again “just one night, please stop studying for one night. trust me, it’s not going to make much of a difference”.

you looked at her with half-lidded eyes, her words rubbing your brain in such an unexpected way that if she were to continue on begging, she would’ve actually succeeded in convincing you “i’m sorry yoona, i promise i will make it up to you later”.

she rolled her eyes and huffed, slightly punching your arm as she walked away to settle on the back seats of the classroom “i will make sure to save you a piece of cake though”.

you smiled and nodded, sighing in relief at the realization that she wasn’t truly mad at you for skipping her party. as privileged and spoiled as yoona was, she was actually a very decent human being and that’s why you befriended her to begin with. she was funny, creative, extroverted and many other things you were not. yoona always said that you two were best friends because you were polar opposites “and polar opposites complement themselves”, something you wanted to believe in after meeting her.

however, after meeting her brother, you realized that the whole polar opposites complement themselves only applied for you and her, not anyone else. he wasn’t much different to you though, since you two were smart, brilliant and witty. the only difference was that you had good morals and he lacked them.

as if god was reading your trail of thoughts, the image of the dark-haired boy appeared on the windows next to you as he walked to his classroom, his long hair tied into a middle ponytail, strands of unruly hair framing the sides of his face. contrary to popular belief, the only thing hyunjin had that made you jealous was the ability to rock such a hairstyle.

he gave you a quick egocentric look before disappearing into thin air, a faint smirk that made you feel as if he was capable of reading your mind and wandering around the thoughts that emerged everytime you saw him standing in front of you. just as he disappeared, your literature teacher entered the room.

the class lasted for 50 minutes, as usual, but your mind stopped paying any kind of attention around half of it. all you could think of was ways to organize the rest of your day, thinking about what you wanted to eat and debating on whether you should return to your sister’s apartment to change your school uniform or if you should just stay with those clothes.

just as you were reaching your final decision, the irritable sound of desks and chairs moving against the floor interrupted your own monologue.

“y/n?” the teacher called, still seated on his desk “can you please stay for a few minutes?”.

you exhaled and nodded, carefully packing all of your books and school supplies, not bothering to do it any faster because you still had to wait for the whole room to clear up.

as you waited for the other students to leave the room, your fingers started to fidget the buckle on your brown leather bag, thinking about what the small meeting with your literature teacher could be about.

“the end of the semester is coming, huh?” he chuckled as his whole weight relaxed on the uncomfortable plastic chair.

“yeah, it’s awful” you replied, still trying hard to hide any kind of awkwardness in your speech.

“i remember” the teacher continued “i was once a student, at this school too… it can get stressful”

you nodded and licked your lips, mentally praying for him to finish the meeting quickly before the cafeteria ran out of your favorite salad.

“i will not steal much of your time” he intervened, reincorporating himself into the chair as he looked for some folders on his bag “but i do have a proposition for you, since you are the best student i have around”.

you tilted your head with curiosity, your eyes fixed on the bunch of papers he was currently organizing in his desk trying to catch a glimpse of what they were “think of it as practice for the real deal at college”.

he handed you a bunch of sheets that were neatly stapled and, by the text resting on the first page, you could conclude that they were a bunch of text-analysis written by his freshman classes. “i am supposed to give these papers back to the students by the end of next week, but i have been reviewing and analyzing a lot of court cases lately” right, the old man was not only into literature but he had a degree on criminal law “i really could use some help in reviewing and giving feedback to these texts”.

you nodded, carefully placing the sheets inside of your own folder so you could take them home safe and sound “of course, by doing so, you will exempt my final test with a score of a 100”.

a faint smirk appeared on your face as you rested your bag on your shoulder, standing up from your seat and fighting the urges to start smiling and cheering like a delusional person. “i need them by thursday, so don’t rush yourself into reading all of them today. besides, i asked someone else for help as well so you wouldn’t feel burdened with the amount of projects”.

you smile and nodded, walking towards the door feeling relieved about not having to spend your whole evening trying to eat up the literature books for the final exam. however, you still had to go over at least 10 papers and that would take some time so, instead of wasting your whole afternoon doing absolutely nothing, you rushed to the cafeteria to eat something before going to the campus library. nothing could ruin your day, you thought, until you saw the image of hyunjin standing not so far from the classroom you just left.

“he exempt you from the literature final?” he asked, walking along and trying to keep up with the fast pace you settled in an attempt to run away from him.

“not your business”

“it is, actually” he continued, standing in front of you to prevent you from walking any further “he exempt me too”

“wow, congratulations hwang” you spitted before passing his figure by the side, restarting your walk in order to get to the longed-for place.

“i expect you to say the same thing after they give me the scholarship for yonsei” the dark-haired mumbled with a proud smirk.

“you don’t need that shit” you fumed, your body turning back to him.

“i know, but i want it” hyunjin replied, his penetrative gaze making your heart skip a beat every now and then “and whatever i want, i end up having”.

he gave you a cocky smile as he walked away from the exact same place he came from, both of his hands inside the pockets of his uniform pants, his walk as condescending as the man himself. you stood there in silence for a few minutes, your knuckles becoming 3 shades paler while they were holding for dear life to the straps on your bag and your mind trying to come up with a valid answer as to why he hated you that much. yeah, you could have beef with someone but trying to fuck their whole future just for the sake of your pride? that was beyond the limits of a mentally stable person.

with defeated steps you walked to the cafeteria in hopes of finding your favorite salad and some peace of mind, preparing yourself for a long evening of reading and reviewing.

the clock struck the 7 p.m. and you finally decided to call it a day, your head almost hurting for all the reading you had been doing in a span of 4 hours. with laziness you stood up from the chair you had been sitting on for the past hours, dragging your body across the library hall and leaning down to pick up your phone that was -strategically- charging so you wouldn’t distract yourself from your task.

19 missed calls and 9 new messages from yoona.

[16:51 p.m., yoona]

hyunjin told me you exempt literature

you don’t have to study, right?

come to my house

[17:22 p.m., yoona]

don’t make me go to your sister’s apartment to pick you up

y/n

[17:57 p.m., yoona]

all i want is my best friend to be at my birthday party

PLEEEEEAAAAASEEEEEEE

[18:18 p.m., yoona]

i swear to god if you don’t reply to my messages i will not save you a slice of cake

y/n

you closed your eyes in exasperation, trying to come up with a valid excuse to skip the party. you didn’t feel like going out tonight and you certainly didn’t feel like seeing hyunjin again, all you wanted was to go home, get into your pijamas and just sleep all night. however, yoona knew exactly what to do to convince you to step foot into her house.

[19:01 p.m., yoona]

jeno is coming

isn’t that cool?

you caught yourself smirking at the message, your mind giving to the idea of having fun for the night. but yoona’s house was far away from your sister’s apartment, you still had your school uniform on and, after hours of reading, you certainly didn’t look good enough to flirt.

[19:02 p.m., y/n]

sounds exciting, but i don’t think i can make it

i don’t have a ride, i am still at school and i’m still wearing the uniform

[19:02 p.m., yoona]

i know, i am outside of campus

i was picking up some things and a little bird told me you were around

i can drive you to your place so you can change clothes

you pressed your phone into your chest as you smiled widely, having yoona as your best friend was definitely something else.

however, it was all fun and games until you remembered that yoona’s house was also hyunjin’s house. and that her party was most-likely to be his as well, since they shared basically everything.

the house was crowded, the music was too loud and you lost yoona from the minute the guests started to arrive. you met with a couple of people from your class, engaging in casual chats as you all drinked and joked around together. the evening was going smoothly, your mind was relaxed enough to keep the intrusive thoughts of school away for a minute and your whole body acquired life of its own, your hips moving from side to side as the loud music intoxicated your senses.

all it took was a hand on your waist to snap you out of your trance, your heart fluttering at the image of jeno leaning towards you to greet you with a kiss on the cheek.

“how long have you been staring at me?” you teased, noticing that his beer was almost empty.

“just enough” he replied, giving you a soft smile “yoona told me you were not coming and i almost end up not attending as well”

“i had to study for a test” you told him, your body way too close to his “but for some reason i’m here, so…”

“how are you doing for the application of the scholarship?” he asked, the tension between both of your bodies becoming too evident. still, you couldn’t help but smile at his question.

you and jeno had been talking for a while now, but everything was just casual. he was a nice man, respectful, extremely hard-working and intelligent. he could have the yonsei scholarship in a snap of a finger, however, he already had other plans in mind.

you found it endearing how he actually took time and effort to keep track of your own events, your heart melting at his proud gaze when you told him that everything was going fine so far.

“i know you will get it” jeno smiled, one of his hands rubbing softly your lower back as a spark of electricity traveled throughout your whole body.

the night progressed with him by your side, chatting, drinking and dancing. at some point, your tipsy mind thought about going home with him, but he never really asked you that. however, the kisses were not lacking.

“i’m sorry” he mumbled in between kisses, pulling his cellphone out of his pocket. you licked your lips as a final taste, your gaze wandering around yoona’s living room as jeno looked to his phone “oh”.

your eyes immediately traveled to him, his face becoming a mixture of confusion and annoyance “i have to get going”

you couldn’t see yourself, but you probably had the most confusing look on your face by jeno’s reaction “i will see you at school, alright? something came up, i’ll explain later”

and without any more time to lose, he planted a kiss on your lips before disappearing into the crowd.

the behavior itself was weird and he looked really worried, but you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed as a couple of eyes landed on you. you smiled shyly as you grabbed your drink, making your way through the people dancing around in the living room. yoona said you could sleep at her place and, even though it was barely 11 p.m., after jeno’s absence you found it really useless to stay at the party, specially because yoona was nowhere to be found. you knew her parties usually lasted until 3 or 4 a.m., but you certainly didn’t plan on staying awake for that long.

with careful steps you walked towards the stairs, ready to head to yoona’s bedroom. but obviously, your night just couldn’t end without…

“hyunjin” you forced a grin.

“are you bored yet?” he asked, standing at the landing of the stairs.

“sleepy, actually” you replied, “yoona said i could sleep at her bed so if you can please move…”

“but it’s barely 11 p.m.” he chuckled “don’t you ever have fun?”

you squinted your eyes and, if looks could kill, he would’ve been dead by now “look i’m not interested in chatting with you right now”

“i mean, i too would be in a bad mood if my date had left me in the middle of the party with no explanation whatsoever” a cocky smirk growing in his face as the confusion arose in yours.

“how did you-” you were about to start yelling, but the racional part of your brain convinced you that dealing with hyunjin was something you could definitely handle, you didn’t need to make a scene specially because the last thing you wanted to do was to ruin yoona’s birthday. “how did you know?”

“what do you think happened, y/n? maybe his mother? his little sister? a friend in distress?” he listed, faking concern in his voice “yeah, that sounds about right. maybe a text from a friend in distress? if he would’ve paid attention to his surroundings he would’ve noticed that the friend in distress was actually having the time of his life at the pool outside, the only distress he had was leaving his phone unlocked on the bathroom”

your eyes fully opened in awe as you understood what he did, the blood under your skin boiling at the image of his stupid face “you are sick”.

“shhhhhh….” he whispered, his plump lips being just a few centimeters away from your face making you smell his vanilla-like scent “do you really want to cause a scene here?”

“seriously hwang” you snapped “you are fucked up”.

you tried to push his body away, but your strength was nothing compared to his. still, his body swayed to the side allowing you to actually take the stairs to go to yoona’s bedroom, the anger inside of your chest irradiating heat to the rest of your body.

“i told you” he insisted, slowly approaching you from behind as you walked further into the big hall of the second floor “whatever i want, i end up having”.

you clicked your tongue, a cynical smile forming on the curvature of your lips “and what is it that you want, hyunjin?” you inquired, your voice sounding almost hysterical “do you want me to refrain from the scholarship competition? because it’s not going to happen”

“i don’t need you out” he mumbled, leaning against one of the doors in the hallway “matter of fact, you being there makes everything ten times more exciting”.

“so give me a valid explanation for the little deranged act you just did down there” you scoffed, patiently waiting for him to talk, but he never did “just admit that you dislike me so much because i make things harder for you”.

he gave you a condescending look, smoothly laughing as he did “who said i dislike you?”

you looked at him in astonishment, his indifference only blowing up your anger even more “you just literally made jeno go away because you can’t stand the image of me enjoying something”

he licked his lips and leaned his tall figure over you, your arms crossed in front of your chest as you tried to remain calm even when he was getting on your nerves “i know you are smart enough to figure out, angel” he teased, his long fingers placing a strand of your hair on the back of your ear “ that i didn’t do this because i dislike you, it’s quite the opposite”.

you squinted your eyes again, your mind trying to convince you that either the alcohol you (or he) drank was starting to kick in “now you are just talking nonsense” you muttered, your back being pressed against one of the doors as he cornered you.

“it’s not my fault that i find you attractive” he said, his gaze trying to find yours in the middle of the dark corridor.

“is this some kind of joke?” you asked, both of your hands leaning on his chest while you tried to push him away “because it’s not funny”.

“when have i lied to you?” he inquired back, his warmth breath almost caressing your chin, his vanilla-like scent mixed with a bit of tobacco and mint making you dizzy “if anything, i am always bluntly honest with you, isn’t that right angel?”

“stop calling me that” you ordered with hitching breath, feeling chills all over your body every time his gaze rested on your lips.

“you don’t like it?” he replied, mocking pain in his tone “would you prefer if i called you by that pretty name of yours?”

the way his words sounded at the tip of his tongue made you unsteady, a warm sensation building up inside your core and radiating to your whole body.

“move” you weakly whispered, your judgment too cloudy after the revelation of his jealousy to keep on arguing with him.

“i’ve seen the way you look at me, y/n” he stated, his voice sounding ten times lower and deeper than usual “those pretty eyes of you, they are always filled with lust when it comes to me”.

you inhaled sharply, the despair of his lips brushing against yours without actually kissing you was driving you to the brink of frustration “just look at yourself right now, you keep on saying that you hate me and yet your body is begging for my touch”.

he slowly lifted his hand to caress the sides of your cheek, your whole body pathetically squirming in its place as you anticipated his warm touch. the music was loud enough to prevent people from listening to your conversation, however, you could swear that the sound of his heartbeats was even louder.

“have you ever touched yourself thinking about me?” he bluntly asked, making you freeze. it wasn’t the question what frightened you, it was the answer that was buried into your mind what made your heart skip a beat. he expected an answer from you but, as a couple of silent seconds passed by, one of the corner of his lips lifted up in a playful smirk “i have, so many times i’ve lost count”.

your throat was completely dry and your mind was already too fucked out to even process the things that were coming out of his mouth, the worst part being your underwear completely dampened at his mere words.

“i’ve thought about fucking you until you can’t no longer say anything but my name” he spitted, the ease of saying those words as if it was just a casual conversation making you completely turned on “every time you say you hate me, you are just fueling my desire to dominate you even more”.

“you are sick” you whispered, your lustful eyes setting on his swollen lips.

“but you love it, don’t you?” he inquired “all pretty and innocent, acting like you don’t need someone to ruin you completely”.

one of his fingers traveled to your lips, brushing slightly your skin “neither jeno or any other man will make you feel the way i know i can” he stated, his digit graciously dancing around your parted lips “you want me just as much as i want you”.

the confidence he had shocked you, but deep down you knew he wasn’t completely wrong. you hated him so much to the point that you desired him in the most carnal and primitive way. having his lips just mere centimeters away from yours made you think about all those nights you pleasured yourself to the thought of him, chasing your high every time you imagined him pounding you with the same intensity as the hatred you held for him.

“your eyes are already saying yes, now I just need your mouth to tell me the same” hyunjin commanded, his digits still tracing the skin of your lower lip as his darkened eyes fixed on yours.

“i-” you quietly sighed.

“angel” he replied, one of his hands resting on your hip as he pulled your body closer, his growing bulge pressing against your lower abdomen “can you feel how hard you make me?”

that last sentence alone was enough to make you give in to him, your throbbing cunt clenching around thin air every time a word left his lips.

“just one time” you whispered.

“mhm?, just one time angel?” he inquired tilting his head, teasing you by leaning in for a kiss but not giving you anything.

“just one time” you repeated, your guts knowing damn well that this was not going to be the last time you find yourself in this situation.

“just one time, angel” he repeated again, his face leaning closer and withdrawing every few seconds just for the sake of teasing you.

he guided you to his room in the darkness of the corridor, the warmth of his touch making you feel light-headed as a trail of thoughts were starting to form in your mind: was this right? not only was he someone you despised, but he was also your best friend’s brother, what if she found out? what if you got caught? however, as soon as he opened the door for you and his characteristic smell flooded your senses, you understood that there was no going back.

“after you, angel” he signaled, one of his hands still resting on your lower back as he walked you inside.

you couldn’t really catch a glimpse of his room since the only source of lightning was his window, but it was basically everything you ever imagined it to be: neat, clean and expensive, his room looked just very… him.

just as you were inspecting the territory, both of his hands intertwined in front of your waist, you arse slightly grazing against his crotch and his accelerated breath caressing your right ear “do you know about safewords?” his deep voice inquired. you slightly shook your head as he let out a small chuckle. "if things become too overwhelming, just say red if you want me to stop, alright?".

you weren’t a virgin, but you also weren’t as experienced as he probably was. you have slept with 2 or 3 guys in the past, but it wasn’t extraordinary to be completely honest.

“what do you have in mind?” you asked as you turned your face to the side, his breath mixing with yours.

“are you scared?” he chuckled, his digits leaving the front of your abdomen to start caressing the sides of your body.

“should i?” you replied, your chest moving frantically as your breath accelerated every time you felt hyunjin’s touch in a new part of your body.

“i will only hurt you if you let me” he softly replied, peppering kisses along your naked shoulder “so there’s no reason to be afraid”.

his digits traced the length of your arms up and down, making your whole skin get covered in goosebumps, something that made him smile. “can you take this off for me, please?” hyunjin asked, the tip of his fingers signaling the clothes you were wearing.

you turned your body to face him, both of your hands immediately removing the straps of your dress proving that, from the moment you entered his room, he was in complete control of you.

his dark gaze fixed on the black underwear you were wearing, cursing under his breath the moment his eyes landed on your breasts “you have no idea how many times i got hard just by thinking about you this way”.

your cheeks turned red at his compliment and your thighs painfully squeezed together at the idea of being filled up by him, an action that did not go unnoticed by hyunjin “what’s wrong angel, you can’t wait to feel me?”

“you are taking too long to do something, hwang” you muttered feeling intimidated by how his eyes dragged themselves around.

he let out a soft laugh as he walked towards a mini fridge that was located next to his bed, leaning in to grab something from it “i never imagined you would be that desperate for me, angel” he added, his figure once again approaching your half-naked body. both of his hands guided you to his bed, your back being instantly pressed against the mattress as your legs opened wide for him to position himself between them “if it gets too cold, just let me know” he mumbled while holding something inside his mouth giving you almost no time to ask further questions.

his manly figure leaned over you, his forearms carrying his whole weight to prevent him from crushing you and, next thing you knew, a slippery cold object fell from his mouth into the middle of your breasts making you gasp instantly. “hyunjin”.

the dark-haired man lost no time into licking part of the cold liquid, the ice cube slipping from your breasts to the side of your neck, leaving a trail of coldness on its way.

however, the ice cube was not the only thing that made your senses go numb.

“fuck” you moaned, feeling how your panties were completely ruined at the sight of the little piece of jewelry adorning his tongue, making his touch ten times colder.

“do you like it?” he asked, a proud smirk growing bigger at your useless attempts to squeeze your thighs together “imagine how good it’s going to feel brushing against your clit, angel”.

a sudden chill was quick to travel along your body, your nipples painfully hardening under your bra.

as if he was reading your mind, one of his hands sank into the mattress to unclench your top underwear, leaving absolutely nothing for the imagination “you are adorable” he praised while letting out a grunt at the sight of how your nipples hardened at his words “i just want to ruin you completely”.

one of his hands found a small bowl on the side of the bed, picking up another melting ice cube from it. he held it in his mouth for a couple of seconds before spitting it in your abdomen, his tongue moving it along your sensitive skin “i can’t believe this feels good” you moaned, the cold piece of jewelry occasionally touching your skin.

“really, does it feel good angel?” he inquired, grabbing the ice and harboring it again into his mouth. you should’ve seen it coming, but your body was not prepared for the abrupt sensation of coldness around your nipples.

“hyunjin” you gasped again, your fingers harshly gripping the white bed sheets beneath you.

“yes, angel?” he teased, a masochistic trace sparking in his gaze every time you gasped or cried at the sensations he was inducing you.

“why does it feel so good?” you cried, the burning sensation switching from pain to pleasure and visceversa.

“describe me the sensations, angel” he mumbled with his lips against your skin “describe them to me”.

you swallowed hard, your eyes closing shut every time hyunjin’s tongue brushed against your buds, the tiny piece of metal controlling your whole body.

“it burns” you moaned, your back slightly arched while your hands held onto his black hair “it hurts but the warmth of your tongue just turns that pain into pleasure”.

he hummed against your skin, pleased with your answer. because of the temperature and the friction, the ice cubes melted almost as soon as they touched your skin, something that hyunjin was not going to forget.

dragging his tongue along your abdomen, his whole body slipped to your thighs. the still cold piece of metal leaving a funny but pleasant sensation every time he explored a new part of your body, from your hips to your pubic area and your inner thighs.

“i fucking hate you” you hissed when you felt his teeth nipping at your soft skin, the sharp pain making you close your eyes instantly as a reflex.

“are you sure?” he asked, two of his digits tracing your wet slit over your underwear “if i were you, i wouldn’t be talking that much angel”.

“the temperature play was nice” you sighed “but it didn’t make me forget how much i despise you”.

a playful smile formed on the corner of his plump lips, his fingers pulling your ruined underwear off of you “i will make sure to make you forget” he replied, slightly halting to remove your wet panties “don’t you worry”.

the promise behind those words made you tremble under his touch, his fingers playing around with your lace underwear “but you hate me, right?” he mocked at the sight of your own juices coating your clothes.

“at least i don’t have ambivalent feelings towards you” you panted “treating you like shit and then getting jealous the minute i see you with some other girl fooling around”.

hyunjin leaned over your body again, taking his hand that was holding your damped underwear near your mouth “open” he ordered with a grin on his face. not knowing what to expect, you did as you were told. he pushed your black panties inside of your mouth, forcing you to taste yourself in the most degrading way he could think of “make sure you don’t talk with your mouth full, angel”.

the blood under your skin boiled again, but it was different this time. the feeling of being humiliated by him excited you in ways you couldn’t describe, but you would never admit it. his dark gaze fixed on you again, his breathing too close to your core making you whine by the lack of contact. “you can make all the noise you want, angel. no one will hear” he tilted his head, licking your slit with a quick movement as the cold piece of jewelry made you sigh “and if they hear us, make sure to give them a good show”.

that was the last thing you heard before your whole mind went blank, the only thing you could think of was his penetrative gaze as he ate you out. your mind couldn’t wrap around the fact that you were in his bed, getting owned by him. you couldn’t really remember when you started to fantasize about him, but you know you did it often. maybe too often for your own liking, and it was almost embarrassing.

the sinful noises his lips made, along with his grunts and your moans, were definitely something that turned you on even more, your hands pushing his face further to intensify the feeling of his groans against your core, your panties falling out of your mouth as soon as you wanted to speak. “hyunjin” you moaned “can i-?”

your voice was interrupted by a high-pitched moan resulting from two of his fingers prodding into your cunt, the unexpected action making you clench harder against him.

“beg nicely, angel” hyunjin ordered “i know you can do it”.

you cursed him under your breath, debating on whether you should give in easily or not. you knew why he was doing this, he knew that it would make you feel embarrassed to beg for him out of every single man on earth and that would only make it more pleasant for him. but little did he know that the idea of begging sparked something in your arousal that you couldn’t quite comprehend.

“hyunjin, please” you cried “please let me cum, please”.

“you are not convincing me, angel” the man pouted with a sadistic smile on his face.

“hyunjin please” you hissed, both of your thighs threatening to close around him “i need to cum”

hyunjin withdrew from your cunt as tears started to prick in the corner of your eyes, the urge to grunt due to the frustration was soon interrupted by his gaze “tell me that you are going to be good” he demanded.

“i’ll be good, hyunjin” you cried, bearing the shame and embarrassment in exchange for a few seconds of pleasure.

“tell me that you are my slut” he commanded, tilting his head with a smirk. he wanted to hear those words from you, but he was also determined to know how much pride you were willing to risk for an orgasm.

“i am your slut, hyunjin”

he licked his lips, a devilish look protruding in his gaze “tell me that you will never let another man touch you again”.

you looked at him in awe, not sure whether to continue with his little game or not. however, the jealousy involved in that sentence sent waves of pleasure to your bundle of nerves that was desperately aching for his touch. “i will never let another man touch me again”.

“you realized how submitted you are to me?” he teased you “you think you are doing this for your own pleasure but in reality your mind already knows who it belongs to”.

“keep dreaming, hwang” you mumbled as you rested your weight on his forearms, the proximity of his face wanting you to lean on for a kiss.

“oh i will” he replied “every night i will dream about you, about your pure body and innocent mind being completely wrecked by the person you hate the most” his lips grazed against yours with a swift movement and, almost instinctively, you captured his swollen lips in a kiss.

he tasted like vanilla, cinnamon, a pinch of metal and your own arousal. it was addictive, your first kiss with hwang hyunjin. “see, angel?” he whispered “you think you are so smart and in control, but the one who wanted this to happen was me”.

his body slipped once again in between your thighs, his tongue and fingers returning to its original place as he restarted the pace “i told you, y/n, whatever i want, i end up having”.

and before you could argue his cocky attitude, your arousal washed over you in a way you haven’t felt it before. from your head to the tip of your toes, your whole body felt like electricity. the way your toes curled up, the way your thighs insisted on closing around him, the way your hands automatically pinched your hardened nipples as your back arched under his touch just proved how good hyunjin was capable of making you feel.

“hyunjin” you moaned over and over again, chanting his name as if it was some sort of holy prayer. the man made sure to lick you clean, tasting every single drop of your high with a proud smile on his face.

“you sound even better than in my imagination” he admitted before placing a soft kiss on your inner thigh, standing up from his own bed as he got rid of his clothes. because of the excitement and how rushed things were, you didn’t even remember that he was still fully clothed while you were already naked and spreaded on his bed.

he removed the clothes he was wearing and, to your surprise, what was underneath them was ten times better than you had expect.

the soft skin that glistened with the light that emanated from the window made your heart flutter, especially when you spotted another piercing decorating his bellybutton. your hands automatically traveled all the way to the expensive piece of jewelry hanging from there, touching his soft skin at the same time hyunjin gave you a smile “kiss it”.

you did as you were told, placing a small peck on top of the piercing as you looked him in the eyes “did i ask you to stop, angel?”

you shook your head and continued on kissing his abdomen as hyunjin unbuckled his belt and pants, his endearing eyes fixed on your innocent face leaving a trail of kisses all over his body. you had an idea of what to expect from him but, as soon as his erected cock came to sight, you couldn't help yourself but swallow nervously.

"is it too big for you angel?" he asked, one of his hands caressing your hair as the other one stroke himself slowly. you looked at hus length and then at him, not saying any words but your face could explain well what was going on in your mind. "don't worry y/n, i will make it fit in those pretty holes of you".

next thing you knew, the tip of his cock was gently parting your lips, eager to get inside of you. your nails digged into the skin of his built thighs, your gaze making eye-contact with him as his hands guided your head all the way through his length, making you gag and roll your eyes to the back of your head. "you look so pretty like this" he panted, his cock twitching inside of your mouth every time you choked or moan against it "letting out the messy and submissive cockslut you naturally are for me".

you let out a whiny moan at his words, your pussy getting wetter every time he forced himself into your mouth. the way his cock stretched you just right was heavenly, feeling the taste of his precum with each thrust he provided, and making you think about how his arousal actually tasted like.

"i would love to cum down your throat" hyunjin groaned with his head rolled back and eyes closed "but you have no idea how many times i have masturbated to the thought of filling that pretty cunt of yours with my cum". you looked at him, still with his cock deep inside your throat, and he moaned at the sight of your ruined make up and teary eyes "come on, angel. let me erase that pretty innocent look from your face".

you stood up from your knees and returned to your previous position: your forearms resting the weight of your whole body and your legs spreaded across his bed nicely. hyunjin licked his lips at the sight of your dripping cunt, wondering how tight you must feel around his big cock. he lost no time in positioning himself between your legs, the tip of his cock sliding against your folds while it lubricated itself with your own wetness.

"i promise you that no one will ever make you this wet" he hummed, his fingers caressing your inner thighs as you pinched your hardened nipples for him "no matter how hard you try, every time you will think about me and only me".

with an unexpected thrust, he slammed his cock into your tight pussy making you scream in pain "no matter how bad you want it, you will never be able to cum again without me. you will touch yourself and wish i was there with you." the stretch his length was providing you was painful, but that only set your arousal even higher. your walls clenched around him just fine, making hyunjin feel dizzy and almost powerless at the sensation of your warm cunt being used by him "you will fuck someone else and you are going to wish it was me ruining you instead. you will never forget how good my body felt against yours because you have always belonged to me, ever since the moment you started hating me to conceal your inner feelings for me".

a gasp escaped your lips once you felt him slamming once again into you, almost at a brutal pace. he placed his thumb on your bundle of nerves as his cock acquired a slow -but hard- rhythm, ensuring the build up of the well-known knot in your lower abdomen.

"in your dreams, hwang hyunjin" you moaned, feeling how his cock pounded deeper each time into you, if that was possible. hyunjin gave you a twisted smirk as he continued to use your cunt, his cock brushing against every spot that made you lose your mind completely. "the only thing i will ever feel for you is hatred".

hyunjin leaned on your body to crash his lips into yours, the kiss becoming sloppy and passionate in a matter of seconds as it drowned your own moans and cries. his tongue danced against yours, the taste of the piercing mixing in with his own essence. the neediness of his kiss made you clench around his cock, the man hissing against your lips once he felt it. "you feel so good around me" he praised, his forehead resting on yours while his breath caressed your lips "i could be inside you for hours and never get tired of it".

you cried once again, feeling how his lips lost rhythms as your throbbing clit begged to be touch. one of your hands traveled all the way to your cunt, playing with yourself while hyunjin pounded you harshly. the way his hair moved every time he thrusted into you, his glistening skin decorated with tears of sweat, his swollen lips matching his rosy cheeks and the veins protruding on his neck and arms was definetly something that was going to be engraved on your mind forever.

"hyunjin" you cried, desperately wishing for his permission "i can't hold it"

"then cum all over me, angel" he hissed, his jaw clenched as his hips tried to maintain a pace to help you come undone on his cock "show me how good this cock filled you up".

your back arched immediately at his words, your hands holding on to his bed sheets for dear life feeling how your orgasm took complete control over you. "i wish you could see how filthy you look right now, angel" he panted. his cock threatening to make a mess inside of your walls. "too fucked out to even talk, your whole body begging for my permission to cum and your pretty eyes filled with nothing but lust. isn't that pathetic?

you cried once again as the result of the overstimulation, your whole body completely tired after your second orgasm of the night. however, judged by his sensual facial expressions and the sloppiness of his thrusts, you knew that hyunjin was close to his release as well.

"i hate you" you moaned in pleasure "i fucking hate you for this"

"you don't" he grunted "you will be begging for me to use you again, and i will do it every single time for you".

with a swift movement, one of his hands traveled to both sides of your neck, gripping it harshly as he interrupted the flow of air through your veins. his thrusts slowed down and the sinful noises that left his lips were ten times louder than before. the sticky hot feeling inside your walls was new, but you could definetly guessed what it was.

"this is the first time i let someone fill me up like this" you admit with hitching breath, hyunjin's cock still inside you as he made sure that he had filled you up completely.

"see, y/n?" he asked, his lips brushing against yours as you both tried to catch their breath "you let me do things no one else has done, i wonder why"

"you are sick" you repeated for the third time that evening, feeling how his hot cum leaked out of your wet cunt once he took his cock out of you.

"and you enjoyed every second of it" he remarked with a proud smirk.