#and i have fucking had it up to here with this whiny little bitch behavior

[armandism]

not me crying because my fathers an asshole lmfao like whats new weve all known that

[berylcups]

Pervert Alert! Perv!Ghiaccio x Reader

MINORS DNI

CW: OOC, Sub-ish Ghia, creepy behavior, perv behavior, somnophilia, titties, food, phone sex(one sided), temp play,

Notes: it’s finally complete!!! I had so much IRL work to do it messed with my FUN work 😩 Ghia is kinda OOC because I wanted to make him a bit of a subby bitch. 😈 he deserves to be a whiny bottom sometimes…as a treat. Now I have an ask that’s brewing in my inbox that I need to work on next! So if you happen to be reading this don’t worry I haven’t forgotten about you! I’m going to be whipping up something very soon! Until then- I hope you all enjoy~ 💜 Beryl

Y/N was unusual, you were basically the squad's emotional support. Anything they had an issue with they would come to you and get some of your advice, or just to vent. Mostly it was just venting. Many of these men were too headstrong, stubborn, or just straight up vain to take actual advice. It’s unknown how Y/N has this much patience… especially with Ghiaccio. All he does is stomp around and yell about whatever is bothering him. Yet, you give him your full attention. Ghiaccio lately has been complaining more and more… he doesn’t want to talk to anyone but Y/N. Only Y/N knows what he’s talking about. It’s like he’s finding excuses to be around Y/N. Sometimes he doesn’t even have a reason for complaining. He’s just “pissed off”.

“I swear I was gonna lose my fucking my mind when that dumb bitch said CaN i GeT a ChIcKeN pArM? Just say chicken parmigiana! You sound like an idiot! Don’t take the Italian language and butcher it by shortening words! And for fucks sake! Chicken parmigiana isn’t a real Italian dish! Get Eggplant parmigiana! Ugh! I HATE English speaking tourists!” He paced around the room getting animated with his hands. “Don’t they piss you off too???” He asked.

“I understand you are frustrated Ghia. But they’re just tourists, they’re not going to be here forever. And I do get annoyed when foreigners think all my people eat is (stereotyped restaurant). But They’re not doing it out of malice. They just don’t know any better.” Y/N reasoned.

“I know that. But it still annoys me. All I’m saying is if you’re going to visit a foreign country the very least you could do is learn a little bit of our language.” He started to calm down. “You are a foreigner and your Italian isn’t perfect but it’s proficient! I can understand you most of the time!” He complimented you to the best of his ability.

His shitty attempt to compliment you made you giggle. “Aww thanks Ghia. You know I try my hardest.”

“Uh…no problem.” He broke eye contact out of sheepishness. “Thanks for listening to me again. I feel much better now.” He adjusted his glasses from sliding off his nose.

“No problem at all~. You know where I am when you need me.” You beamed.

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You didn’t really notice at first… Ghiaccio is downright obsessed with you. You just thought you gained his trust enough to have a healthy friendship with him. But he’s watching you like a hawk and always wanting to spend time with you. The poor guy has no clue how to tell you how much he likes you…or how much he wants to be on top of you.

Whenever you're eating he’s low key watching. Especially if it’s a dessert. He's secretly losing his shit seeing your plump lips wrap around a cannoli. As you bite into it some of the filling falls onto your chest.

“Mmm…”you moaned, savoring the sweet pastry cream in your mouth. “I could eat several of these!” You said licking your lips.

“Yeah… cannolis are great once in a while, but I’m not big on sweets.” He muttered looking at the white cream on your chest. His face was as red as his glasses, the sight was filling his head full of lewd thoughts.

“Oh for fucks sake…Don’t think about licking their chest- don’t think about licking their chest- don’t think about licking their chest” he kept repeating inside his head. He adjusted his sitting position to hide his raging hard on.

“Oh you sure you don’t wanna bite then?” You asked.”hmm? What’s wrong Ghia? Do you have a fever?”you looked down to the same area he was staring down at.

“Ah! So messy! I’m gonna have to change and clean this shirt quickly so it doesn’t stain!” You say frantically as you take a napkin and wiping the food off your shirt.

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No matter your size it’s healthy to engage in some physical activity, especially as an assassin. Who knows if your stand effective against the target or not? So you do some cardio every few days. You tend to get embarrassed when you’re sweating bullets and huffing and puffing your way on the treadmill down stairs. It’s embarrassing that you’re getting winded that easily but exercising is no fun to do all by yourself. Thankfully Ghiaccio is the athletic type and likes to stay in shape so he’s there to help you out with your workout routine.

Watching you pant and sweat as you run on the treadmill makes it impossible for him to focus on his own routine. Watching your chest bounce up and down and seeing your ass in those tight shorts are driving him nuts. He just wants to grab you and fuck up against the wall but he has to restrain himself. You two are just friends. You have no idea how hard he’s into you!

He definitely steals your sweat soaked shorts after you put them in the dirty clothes hamper to go shower afterwards. He cannot decide what to do with them first- smell them while he masturbates or use the soft material to jerk his cock off with. Maybe if he had a 2nd piece of clothing like a pair of panties he wouldn’t have to be in this position.

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He likes to call often especially if he’s on a mission and he can’t talk to you face to face. He likes to exercise while he’s talking or…that’s what he says he’s doing. You sure wish you could talk and take a run too! He does ask some odd questions sometimes.

“You make your own clothes right? Have you ever thought about making your own underwear?” He panted. It sounds like he’s really working out hard!

“Yeah I do! Uh I tried making my own bra and panties but I can’t seem to get the measurements right. The panties are always too small and give me intense wedgies.” You explained.

“Oh fuck… front or back? Tell me.” He asked, almost sounding like a demand.

“Both! It was so uncomfortable! It pinches the most sensitive parts!”you whined. “I’m never doing that again. I’m just gonna buy my underwear for now on!”

“Yeah? So what are you wearing right now? I mean-uh…you always know how to dress nice.” He tried to hide his intentions from the question.

“Hehe~aw thanks. I always try to look my best! I just put on my jammies. It’s just a breezy tank and some rainbow sleep shorts. Its warm out tonight so I think I’m just gonna sleep with my sheet instead of my duvet.”

“Augh~Fuck-!”he grunted hard.

“Ghia??? Are you okay?” You asked with worry.

“I’m fine-I uh…just got a leg cramp! I’ll call you back!” He quickly hung up.

“Was he really exercising? It almost sounded like something …else.” You speculated. “Nooo he wouldn’t do that.”

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He likes driving with his hood down. Seeing the wind tousle your hair around makes it look messy and it makes him feral. Even if it’s not that hot outside he blasts the AC to make you shiver.

“Ghia~! It’s too cold!” You whined. Goose bumps were forming across your exposed skin. “ can’t you turn down the AC just a bit?”

“My car, my rules.” He chuckled. “ besides… you shouldn’t have worn something so skimpy today. You won’t be cold if you dress a bit more modestly.”

You pouted and gave a raspberry. “ pfft! You’re mean ~! I dress nicely thank you very much.” You folded your arms as you pouted.

He just smirked and chuckled . “ Who said I was ever a nice guy, hmm?” He looked over at your chest as your nipples pebbled over from the cold and could be seen through your shirt.

“Yes but you’re nice to me!” You whined. “Right now you’re just plain rude!” You huffed.

Seeing you shivering and getting worked up was really cute. If he wasn’t driving he’d have to fight off the urge to kiss you right now.

“Well this rude guy is driving you in his own car to the shopping plaza so you can go buy more shoes.” He replied .

“Okay okay-I take it back. Ghiaccio you’re a real sweetheart for doing this for me.” You sighed in defeat. He was right and you didn’t like being wrong but you knew when to throw in the towel.

“Heh. That’s what I thought. “ he said smugly.

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It’s been a few months now…he’s getting pretty impatient. Oh how he wishes you’d pick up on his cues that he wants you to be his!

But he isn’t good at socializing either. He hates the possibility of you rejecting him and only seeing him as a friend. Melone doesn’t understand his dilemma. He gets rejected all the time! Just make your move and show Y/N you mean business!

Illuso being the nosey bastard that he is told you that about Ghiaccios obsession about you. You didn’t believe him. He’s always trying to start shit! But… he always wants to talk to you, hang out with you, call you and do god knows what…Maybe Illuso is right? Best to not mention anything to him about it, you know how easily heated Ghiaccio gets over things. You could only imagine how upset he’d get if you’d confront him about his behavior.

It was another hot summer night, you opted to sleep in your underwear and a tank. You were laying on your back with your limbs splayed out trying to cool down with your loud box fan. You finally fell into a light dreamless sleep.

He opened the door to your room to talk to you but you were in bed asleep. He watched your chest rise and fall as you softly snored. The cool air from the fan made your nipples harden through your tank. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore and quietly approached you and gently groped the soft flesh over your clothes. He wanted to do this for so long.

“Mmmph…”you softly moaned in your sleep.

He felt his cock straining painfully in his pants, he unzipped his pants and pulled his aching cock out to stroke it. He snaked his other hand under your shirt and groped harder and rubbed his thumb over your hard nipple.

You panted softly in your sleep. He was getting too lost in his pleasure to realize that this was slowly waking you back up.

“Haaah…” you whimpered as you slowly woke up to see a dark figures outline being illuminated by the tv hunched over you grabbing your breast.

“(Stand Name)!” You panicked as you called out your stand and flipped them over and now you were on top of them.

You squinted in the dark to see a familiar face, it was Ghiaccio. “Hey hey hey-don’t bring your stand into this!“ he panicked. He knew that his stand could protect himself but he didn’t want to accidentally freeze you.

You didn’t budge an inch, but you dismissed your stand. You really liked him but were taken back by his bold actions. “Ghia I never knew you had it in you to do something like this…”

“Ghia is a little perv~” You gave a wicked smile. “You couldn’t think of any other way to get my attention?” You giggled.

“Uh not really…” He was taken back by your reaction. “Wait. Aren’t you mad???”

“No, not really. I find it kinda endearing. Although I wish you didn’t take my bike shorts…they’re probably covered in cum.” You confessed. “What should I do to punish a little pervert like you? I’d expect this from Melone but you? The guys aren’t going to believe me~.” You teased.

“Y/N you better not tell a damn soul or I swear I’ll freeze your tits off.” He warned.

You grinded your clothed crotch on his cock and he groaned in response. “ You really want to say such mean things to me when I can make you feel this good?”

“Ok-no I don’t. I’m sorry.” He panted. “Please Y/N do that again.” He switched his attitude completely after feeling your warm covered cunt on his aching cock.

Your cunt was soaking through your panties as you grinded up on his cock. “You enjoying yourself?” You panted.

“I need you… please let me fuck you.” He whimpered.

“Not yet~. Let me play with you for a little bit and then we can fuck.” You purred while taking off your tank.

“Now…Give me a kiss” you demanded.

You straddled him as you leaned down to kiss him deeply. You knew this was probably the only time you’d ever see him subbing for you so you weren’t going to let any of this time go to waste.

You gave him a series of sloppy open mouth kisses before letting him slip his tongue inside and explore your mouth. He kept his hands busy by squeezing on your ass. You sucked gently on his tongue as you combed this hair with the hand that wasn’t holding you up. He groaned into the kiss and reluctantly pulled away to get fresh air leaving a string of saliva connecting you two.

You licked the drool off his chin and kissed one more time as you got off of him to remove your soaked panties and tossed them to the side.

You crawled back on top of him and lined up his cock with your cunt. You gently teased him by rubbing his aching cock with the entrance of wet hole just barely putting it in. He grit his teeth in frustration and tried so hard not to just grab you and impale you on his cock.

“Don’t play games with me Y/N” he begged. “I’ve been good, please fuck me already!”

“Hehe~ ok ok. But you look so cute when you’re desperate.” You teased.

You slowly lowered yourself onto his cock. You winced from the sting of being filled out more than you're used to. This was nothing like your toys. You raised your hips and back to a slow even rhythm allowing your pain gently fade into pleasure.

“Oh fuck…your tight.” He groaned.

You became accustomed to his size and bounced up and down on his cock.

“Fuck…” he threw his head back and panted hard.

“Ghia ~! “ you whined as bounced.

He watched your lewd expression, the bounce of your tits, and the softness of your rolls and it drove him over the edge.

In one swift motion he flipped you onto your back and grabbed you by your thighs and started fucking you into the mattress.

“Ah Ghia~!” You squealed out of surprise.

“I’m sorry I can’t hold myself back anymore Y/N.” He panted into your ear.

He fucked at a fast and brutal pace nearly overstimulating you. He kissed and nibbled on your neck leaving marks to make the others know that you are HIS now and nobody else’s.

“Y/N… Y/N… fuck I can’t get enough of you. Don’t ever leave my side. I will go crazy without you or this pussy! I gotta have you every night like this-you have no choice. You're my personal cum slut!” He mindlessly babbled in pure ecstasy.

“I’m all yours Ghia~!” You mewled.

“That’s right- you're mine.” He rubbed circles into your clit. “Cum with me.” You felt his cock twitch inside and release his warm seed inside you leading you to your own release.

“I’m gonna cum~! Ghia~ah!” You felt a warmth in your belly and your legs spasming. The knot in your stomach snapped and the warmth filled your entire body, you reached orgasm.

He let go and rolled over next to you and wrapped his arms around you.

“What an interesting turn of events.”you giggled and you nuzzled into his embrace.

“Yeah…I’m sorry I didn’t do this the…right way to win you over.” He apologized out of breath.

“It’s okay~. It will be a funny story to tell our kids one day.” You teased.

“Kids?! We cant have that! I mean-it wouldn’t bother me-but we’re both hitmen-and-“he panicked.

“I’m just kidding!”you cut him off. “But… I will need the morning after pill since you nutted in me.” You said.

“You know the term ‘nutting’…I get it because we call testicles nuts but-“ he gets cut off to the door slamming wide open to reveal a fuming Prosciutto in his silk pajamas.

“Do you two have ANY IDEA what time it is?!” Prosciutto barked.

“Pesci can’t get any sleep and won’t stop bothering me and I can’t sleep either! The ENTIRE BASE can hear you two fucking like animals! If you must do the deed, do so QUIETLY or go get a hotel room!” He scolded.

“Don’t tell me what I can and can’t do you old fuck!” Ghiaccio gets up pants around his ankles and has a screaming match with Prosciutto.

Nobody in the building is getting any sleep tonight…

[11queensupreme11]

First of all: Long Live the Queen! Hope you're doing great, your stories are a real delicacy... I first discovered your Tsunami fic when I was in my jjk era, but your Arsenic Blues woke up my inner pjo fan. So eager to see how this all unfold.

But for now, time for the Rankings!

My personnal RoR favorites based on the manga only:

1) Shiva--> Not in the harem, but I had to place him somehow. Was searching for a Shiva fic in the first place. Love the himbo energy. At least it's good to see he's one of the "sane" one in your story.

2) Anubis--> Same, feral himbo doggo energy, can we ask for more?

3) Beelzebub--> Noo don't unalive yourself Bb love u so pretty haha🥺

4) Hadès--> All Hail to the King, here for the BigBro energy

5) Poseidon--> Mytho/Pjo fan here, of course he's one of my favorite gods, but I'm not a fan of his RoR portrayal. He's pretty tho.

6) Apollon--> Too effeminate for my taste, I was rooting for Leonidas anyway.

7) Loki--> U ugly ass, stinky ass, nasty ass bi***

Now, the interesting part, the Ranking based on [Arsenic Blues], as for now, until chapter 31:

1) Beelie Bestie 🤗! It seems you will soon give us reasons to hate him, but for now he's my personal favorite. Hope he will overcome his current difficulties. Fun fact: I tried to translate "Beelie" in my language, tried to find an equivalent nickname, I found "Bébou" (pronounced beeboo, another way to say "baby"). That’s so cute!

2) Loki--> I know it's unlikely but... is this bad that I really want him to take Percy's virginity 😳? Your writing is soooo good, it made me root for him of all people. Everyone loves a good outsider, and since he doesn't want to kill Percy anymore, he climbs up the ranking.

3) Anubis--> Favorite from the manga, I was sooo happy to see that u included the doggo. Didn't appear yet, but I have really high hopes for him. Beware the Allmighty Knot!

4) Poseidon--> This is a dark fic, I understand the appeal, the taboo of the incestual relationship, but since he's already her father, her family, the one who has authority over her, I think he has an unfair advantage compared to the others. This is the reason he's kinda low ranked, but I really loved the relationship he built with our best girl. Embrace Fatherhood (but not too much😰)

5) Hadès--> Same here, too much authority over her, doesn't have the appeal of the gradually evolving relationship. Creepy old  uncle, hope your non-existent liver bursts. For now, he's the one who had the most "action" with Percy, so it seems unlikely that he will have her virginity as well.

6) Apollon--> Well, at least he's funny 😅. I'm sorry, but based on his pathetic simpy behavior, I have to give him the stamp of the "Whiny Little Bitch" of this story. Don't worry tho, there always have to be one in a fic, and he's not as bad as his Tsunami counterpart (Yuuta you nasty motherfucker I had faith in you-).

7) The Seventh--> Seeing the results of the poll, it seems I'm one of the only weirdos who voted for Ahura Mazda. Raa would be awesome too, but I have to say I was disturbed when I first saw that angry buff dude in the spin-off. For me, Raa was still that muscle mommy from the webtoon/manhwa Ennead (read Ennead. Ennead is good for your health). I just want the 7th to not be Cu Chulainn. I know I would still love it if you include him (cause ur writing is golden) but that's just a preference of mine.

I hope I'm understood. That's a big ass message, my thoughts are all over the place and my home country is known for having a shit level in english.

If you're interested I could do the same kind of ranking for Tsunami/Bloodflood. Have a great day, Peace!

A SHIVA LOVER OMG HIIIII

the anime did him sooooo good, he's so hot there, i'm glad they didn't fuck him up like LOOK AT HIM

the bonus chapter for chapter 91 is about shiva AND IM SO PISSED IT HASN'T BEEN TRANSLATED YET, I WANNA READ IT SO BAD I DON'T EVEN CARE IF ITS SUPER SHORT 😭😭

also, YES PLEASE you're free to give me your own bloodflood/tsunami rankings too!!!

[cometblaster2070]

i'm here to peddle my crystal and farrah agenda so that means it's everyone else's problem now too.

i'd personally like to revamp crystal's entire character. like instead of being the snow king's daughter (which is fucking stupid might i add) she's just the snow queen's daughter, and in this version, the snow queen is a very cold and neglectful mother who couldn't care less about her daughter.

i think it'd be cool to have it established that canon crystal's personality is basically what crystal acted like as a child when ashlynn and briar knew her; as a fun-loving, carefree child with far too much power, but ultimately someone with a good heart who just wants to have fun.

but then crystal grows up. she grows up in a cold, isolated palace, entirely alone save for her callous and uncaring mother and hordes of servants who fear and hate her because of her mother.

this crystal is one that grows up and turns into her mother. she grows up bitter and spiteful and powerful, and she grows up with zero checks on her behavior, because the servants are too scared to ever say no to her, while her mother doesn't really care about what she's doing.

i'd like her to grow into someone so confused and upset; someone who very, very badly suffers from a lack of love or a loving home or parent. someone whose only happy memories are of the friends she made so, so long ago. someone whose happy memories are pushed so far back in favor of all the terrible things that have happened since.

anyways then the entire epic winter plot plays out, those shards in her mother's eyes or whatever, and instead of just being neglectful and cold, her mother becomes downright tyrannical and EVIL, and crystal's forced to go down to ever after high to get help from the only people she has left, who are, of course, ashlynn and briar.

and then, instead of having a whiny fucking little bitch who can't tie her laces and complains at any given moment, we'd have a crystal who is numb and unfeeling (something which i want ashlynn and briar to visibly question and be concerned about; i want them to CONSTANTLY be asking themselves about what the fuck happened to their friend and how can they help), and someone who is very, very selfish and is used to taking care of herself and only herself.

but then throughout the special we see crystal grow, we see her mature and we see her learn to love others and realize that she has a lot of people who love her and care for her too; and then gradually, we see her soften and see how her relationships with the other characters deepen.

and here is where i would want to put farrah in, because the crystal x farrah agenda is getting to me i think it'd serve to highlight the contrast between the two of them.

because on the one hand, we have farrah goodfairy, who loves helping people, who always puts people above herself, who risked literally death in order to ensure that ashlynn had a happy ending with hunter. farrah is someone who is said to exist to make others happy, that is her "job" as a fairy godmother; her own happiness doesn't matter.

but then there's crystal winter. crystal winter, who has cared for only herself and has learnt about the cruelty and harshness of the world from a very young age. someone who was not awarded any warmth and love and has learned to turn acrid and bitter and turn away all and any love. crystal is someone selfish. someone who thinks that she's self-sufficient and would not care to help anyone other than herself.

and then throughout epic winter we see them interact and we see them grow through their relationship with each other. farrah is baffled as to how anyone can be so selfish and self-centered and crystal can't believe anyone as optimistic and naive as farrah exists.

soon they get to know each other however, and crystal learns about farrah and her struggles with realizing her own happiness and farrah learns about crystal's lonely upbringing, and we see how crystal learns to be less selfish and care more about others while farrah learns to finally put herself first and prioritize her own needs sometimes.

and then they kiss in the magical epic winter fever dream because i said so and because all of my favorite ships had cute moments in the dream. i'm not really sure about the end, honestly, i'd just like to change crystal's character.

anyways sorry for this horrible ramble, i just have really strong thoughts on crystal and her ruined potential and epic winter, and i couldn't resist mapping something out.

[mx-werebat]

This is probably going to be a long post and delves into mental health issues. Trigger and content tags will be applied but I'm putting this under a "read more". Please bear with me.

I think I'm tired of believing that I'm constantly intimidating my mutuals, or being a nuisance. I constantly tend to believe that the reason I don't usually get mentioned in posts is, for some God forsaken reason, I come off as a bitch when I ask not to be tagged in certain things. It makes me sad, I'd like to be tagged in silly little posts as long as they don't fo against my boundaries.

Ever since the.. Incident on my sideblog, I've always felt nervous or on edge here. I fear something's going to happen again, my paranoia constantly gnawing at me. I've considered taking a break from Tumblr, but truthfully, it's my only form of socialization. I cannot go outside and talk to others, I live in a rural area, and I feel much less safe on apps like TikTok, Instagram, and Discord. Tumblr is my go-to with talking to others, but as of late I've felt so unsafe and unwanted that it's actually effecting my mental health.

I just want to be able to interact with my mutuals and make little posts. I don't want to constantly believe that I'm doing the wrong thing, wondering why anyone is still following this blog, or having constant fits of crying because I feel like I've fucked everything up.

I'll admit this now. I love attention, I constantly crave attention, and a lot of my posts are me begging for attention, whether subtly or very, very bluntly. It's why I ask for asks in my inbox a lot, it's why I constantly try to interact with others. This isn't a trait of mine that I like, at all. I always feel lonely, I've never had an explanation for my thought processes or why I do any of this. I'm surprised that anyone actually puts up with my shit because truthfully, I've lost multiple friends due to my behaviors. And I want to work on them, but when I'm so emotionally distressed, especially with everything going on in my life right now that I just don't talk about here, the problems are starting to pile up and I'm doing everything as an escape, like my brain is desperately pulling at strings.

I just want this to cease. Not in a.. Depressive way but, I just want to be normal, not a whiny, sniveling brat who constantly begs for attention and gets mad when I don't get it.

I'm just sorry. To anyone reading this, I am very, fucking sorry you have to put up with my shit.

[cringefaecompilation]

alright, alright, serious post about episode 102. i was really angry when i saw ludinus ignore every single valid argument against the gods or have an ounce of sympathy for the innocent lives lost and instead cackle like a stereotypical villain about how he was right all along. but then i was also super lost when the hells came to the conclusion ludinus only showed them the vision because he wanted the same power and lack of consequences to perform them as the gods.

and then it hit me. context is key. and what's the context of them being shown this orb?

ludinus wants to show them the darkest day of the gods abusing their power. but all they have seen of ludinus are his darkest days. this is the closest to a good day they have seen from him and i can guarantee if they'd stumbled upon this orb by accident or had been shown it by allura or anyone besides ludinus they'd be a little more understanding and less punchy. not fully change their opinions, though; i think if dorian or ashton were shown this in isolation their god-hating opinions would remain, fearne's ambivalence would remain, and the rest's shaky yet mostly positive opinions would remain. but since ludinus showed them this with the undercurrent of "you'll all trust and believe me wholly after seeing this!" he kinda shot himself in the foot. of course they assume the worst.

it doesn't make imogen a mean bitch laughing at his trauma and telling him it doesn't matter. it doesn't make orym a whiny hypocrite trying to lord his pain over ludinus'. it doesn't make chetney and laudna r/iamverysmart posters for bringing up the very real facts that he is oppressing people and harming innocent lives to "stop oppression and innocent lives being lost". it doesn't make ashton telling him he's just as bad as them a false equivalency because a bureaucrat "isn't as bad" as a deity. if ludinus is allowed to be upset for seeing the worst in someone demanding unwavering trust that has done nothing but harm them, then so are they.

this isn't me saying he's worse than the gods and they've done nothing wrong. they're equally oppressive, the hells even so much as admitted that the gods fucked up and "sinned".

and here's the kicker: i genuinely think that if they sat down and had a calm talk with ludinus, if they told him that the gods were not perfect and told him about firsthand stopping the colonization in issylra and delilah causing the apocalypse with her own god, if they gave orym 400mg of weed so he would chill for like ten seconds, if fcg was alive and told him that his pain was valid, if they were as kind and sweet and supportive as humanly possible to him... he'd still get fucking pissed at them if they didn't 100% agree with him.

he is not looking for a debate. he told them to make their own opinions on what they were shown but then got enraged when their opinions did not line up with his and then triggered delilah to rip herself out of laudna out of spite. i can sympathize with what happened to him, but i cannot sympathize with how he responds to criticism that does not immediately center and for lack of a better term, coddle him.

and i don't mean that in the sassy bnf post way like "this character is a bratty womanchild/manchild that needs to grow a pair", i mean it in the sense that this is the behavior of a person that was neglected so intensely that they take all criticism as a personal attack every time. it's a trauma response that's been getting worse and worse as the campaign goes on and his mental state has been getting worse due to outside forces triggering him. (eg: laudna and orym and imogen on the heroes' side)

ludinus is very, very hurt. fucking duh. he watched aeor fall as a kid and got told to suck it up as said kid. that'd fuck anybody up! so no matter what anybody says to him, if they do not validate his feelings immediately after he's shown them how he was hurt, he's going to hear them saying "fuck off, you're just whiny" no matter what they're actually saying. that's why he smiled at the orb because he'd finally been justified, and it's why he got so angry when the hells told him they refused to join him.

i'd also reckon this is why he's parentified liliana; the one person that did show him kindness and sympathy and he refuses to let her go just as much as she refuses to let go of him. he needs her not just as the vessel, but as his only "friend". i think that's why he wants imogen or fearne to join him. then he won't have to kill the only person who cares for him. it's a fucked up abusive relationship he's convinced himself is healthy because they understand each other like no other.

but of course, then what? what next? does he really want power? i don't think so, ludinus' ship has sailed. he just wants the gods dead and doesn't care what happens next. it's why he insists with no proof predathos won't care about anyone else asides the gods. it's why he's going to sit back and let the reilora conquer exandria. it's why if he fails, he doesn't care if everything burns down and the world is thrown into chaos.

if people refuse to see a world without gods, then only way out of this for ludinus da'leth is oblivion. and he's fine with that if they get taken out with him.

[incarnateirony]

Still lmfao cannot get over amc bitch boy, now it's his turn to live rent free in MY head but for the opposite reason. He felt "awkward" or "uncomfortable" through it like any side bob cut karen in the grocery line and did his shit. I'm just sitting here fuckin. laughing. Then again, I saw his pic pre-transition, he literally, I shit you not, had the blonde karen bob. No amount of scalpels or T has managed to cut the Karen out of him. Karen(gn)

2 years. He and theirs have been, along with her, repeating her malicious lies on every available thread or DM on the internet, sociopathically lying to and picking apart friend groups like hyperobsessive freaks, bringing it up in the most random ass places nonstop and in upside down universe interpretation of reality. I fuckin PEEP 2 years later the gods honest truth of her chasing out my friends and them voicing relief that the insufferable bitch is gone and they can have me back and in comes the cuck brigade screaming DONT TALK ABOUT HER.

No see, I was just gonna like, make a few lulz posts about it. But now, buddy, now we're gonna fuckin talk about her. If you thought "lol oh my god there's an entire server glad the cunt is gone" 2 years later is bad, wait until I decide to do two years of nonstop public revelations of the garbage she has done in comparison timelines and shit, just when I get bored and have the time and fucking feel like it, because you're that big of a bitch.

I do what I want. It's baby rich white girl bitch stuff to complain about Uncomfortable or Awkward to control conversations, much less your victim posing garbage. So now? Now no. Now my blog gets to be "all the reasons shea was a transphobic, abusive, people-using, lying, cheating whore: a blog" when I feel like it.

Waving pomoms because it's socially acceptable in your club doesn't erase the years of verbal bitchings I took that completely shut me down to the point I needed goddamn therapy to unpack the bullshit she put in my head. Not even like, a year before we broke up she was out there like, YEAH, GET 'EM ROWLING and MY CLIT SWELLS UP TOO I DONT SAY I'M A DUDE while fucking pressing send on "YAY, TOP SURGERY" in your fucking chats.

Know when to leave well enough alone, chud. That was the dumbest bitch shit you could have done. And the most balless, even in trans proverbial ways. Now I'm talking. Because you tried to be a spoiled little girl demanding what someone can talk about on a blog you patrol years later. Deal with it, because I promise you, I am the least of issues with other men your behavior will cause. One of these days your whiny bitch shit will get your face run over someone's floor until the ugly beard rips out with your teeth when you try this shit on someone else. Let's not pretend you're even capable of defending her like I was. Or you wouldn't have peed yourself at something you imagined in your own head. Hell, you can't even protect her from herself. (Source: your bank account.)

[the-iceni-bitch]

The Bitch is Back

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader (OTP)

Words: ~2.8k

Summary: You run into Ransom’s cunt of an ex again and it goes about as well as expected.

Warnings: explicit language, Ransom looking like a whole snack, fluff, that blonde bitch, Linda being a cunt, extremely abusive language and allusions to past emotional abuse, more angst than I had intended, my undying love for these two idiots, too many feelings

A/N: I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, I hate her! Sorry everyone, the angst took over this one and what I had intended to be another fun romp a la Girl Fight turned into a pit of emotion that I couldn’t dig myself out of. I’m gonna go cry.

“Baby, you know we can just go home, right?” Ransom gave you a tired but indulgent smile when he looked at you, tucking his fingers under your chin and tilting your head back so he could look into your eyes while you swallowed thickly.

“No, I’m not gonna give your mother the satisfaction of seeing me duck out of this thing.” You got that stubborn set to your jaw that told him to quit trying to take care of you, because proving to his bitch mother you could actually make it through one of these stupid events without causing some kind of scene was more important than your comfort right now.

You felt bile rise in your throat and swallowed it again. This was fucking ridiculous, you weren’t even on a boat, just the dock. But you still felt like you were going to vomit at any second, watching the motion of the boats rocking on the water making your gut lurch. It almost made you wonder if Linda knew about your stomach’s aversion to being on water when she had insisted on the two of you attending their fucking sailing club’s final regatta. 

“Here we go, one scopolamine patch.” You could’ve kissed Anne when she handed it to you, grateful that Ben’s boat was moored in this marina so you didn’t have to spend the rest of this stupid thing constantly swallowing your own vomit. “Why didn’t you bring your own?”

“She said she’d be fine if she didn’t actually go on the boats.” Ransom ignored the glare you shot him when he talked to Anne over your head, rubbing your arm softly when he pulled you closer to him.

“Did I tell you how much I hate that you two get along?” You frowned when Ransom pressed his lips to your hair, slapping the patch on your neck and sighing when you felt your stomach start to settle.

Anne just laughed at you, shaking her head as she sipped on her cocktail and leaned against Ben. The fact that this guy actually treated you like you deserved did a lot to endear him to her, even if he was an asshole sometimes.

You had been worried at first about introducing Anne to Ransom’s idiot friends, no matter how much they had grown on you. But your friend could hold her own, her no nonsense attitude endearing her to the girls as she chewed out Logan for some dumbass comment while Dylan and Chaz just chuckled that now there were two of you.

This was one of the few things that you actually felt out of your element with, since you could not give a single fuck about sailing with your stupid seasickness. But you could tell Ran was enjoying himself, and every fucking time he got near the water he looked so fucking windswept and dreamy so it was well worth the nausea. That was all gone now though, the scopolamine making you feel just the tiniest bit drowsy and pleasantly warm while Ran pulled you tight against his chest as he whistled for his team’s boat between nuzzling himself into your hair with pleased little hums. Even Linda giving you some vicious side eye couldn’t break you out of your good mood, the warmth of Ransom wrapped around you like a balm for your typical nervous energy. Then you heard Jess mutter an “oh shit” and the sound of a bratty, whiny voice broke right through your pleasant haze and made your spine stiffen.

“Rannie?” That fucking blonde bitch would show up to something like this, just to ruin your day. “I thought that was you. Oh, still with your tramp, I see.”

“Sloane.” His grip around you grew almost painfully tight, growling into your neck as he did his best to take deep breaths. “Don’t you have some puppies to skin, or something?”

You grabbed his hand and wound your fingers through his as you felt him tense up, pressing your lips to the inside of his wrist in an attempt to help him calm down. It had been your sincere hope that after you beat the shit out of this cunt you would never have to see her again, but when had you ever been that lucky?

“Aww, Rannie, thought you couldn’t talk without this bitch’s permission.” She looked mildly uncomfortable when you shifted your gaze to her, your eyes narrowing in a warning that she chose to ignore. “Been missing you a whole lot, baby, when’re you gonna stop slumming around?”

“What the fuck do you want, Sloane?” You were chanting over and over in your head that you were not going to fight this cunt, catching Anne starting to square up from the corner of your eye and giving her a small shake of the head to get her to stand down.

“I’m not talking to you, slut.” She must’ve been drunk, you had definitely taught her her lesson last time. “Just because you can give this bastard a good, sloppy fuck doesn’t mean you get to keep him. You don’t know what he really needs, and he’s too fucking stupid to tell you. God, you’re only sticking with him because he’s such a good fuck, right? That’s like, his only redeeming quality, except for the money. And you and your low class pussy don’t even know what to do with such a fine piece of eye candy.”

“Ok, you need to leave, Sloane.” Ransom may have been full of the anxiety he always felt around his ex, but the way your whole body was wound tight like a spring let him know you were ready to get violent. So he pressed a brief, soothing kiss to your hair and moved to guide this drunk bitch away from another beating.

“Don’t you fucking touch me, god, you really are a fucking moron.” Sloane jerked away from him when he tried to guide her away from your group, turning and sneering derisively at him. “Fuck’s sake, Linda was right, she really should have aborted you so we wouldn’t have to deal with your stupid bull shit.”

“What the fuck did you just say?” You reached your arm out to grip Ransom’s shoulder on instinct when he recoiled like he had been slapped, pulling him towards you protectively as you stared disbelieving at the people around you. “What the fuck did she just say?”

Sloane was just grinning at you wickedly as she sipped on her drink, like she had never and would never do anything wrong in her life. You almost forgot your promise you’d made to not get yourself kicked out of this event, but then Ran was clutching at your waist and making a choked sound and you turned back to him with concern.

There was no one to hold back Anne though, and she hadn’t made any promises about being on her best behavior. So she handed Ben her purse and punched that bitch right in the jaw.

You just gave a grateful look to your best friend before she bitch slapped that twat, security already starting to rush towards the fight as you guided Ransom towards the parking lot while he tried to regulate his breathing.

“Baby? Hey, Ran, look at me.” You’d never seen him look so completely lost, his eyes glistening with pent up emotion when you finally got him to look at you and you felt your heart break. “Oh honey, can you make it to the car?” He just nodded at you as another strangled sob escaped his throat and every fiber of your being ached to give him some form of comfort. “Ok, gimme the keys.”

He handed them to you and you wound your arm around him to guide him towards the beemer, letting him lean heavily on your shoulder and murmuring soft, soothing noises to him as you tried to think of something you could do for him. You knew that bitch was an abusive piece of work but Ran had been so hesitant to talk about it and you didn’t want to push him about it before he was ready, but if the way he reacted to her barb was any indication of how she treated him you might end up killing that bitch.

Ransom’s breathing seemed even more ragged by the time you reached the beemer, barely giving you a chance to shove the front seat down so the two of you could climb into the back and you could instruct him to stretch out over your lap. Your own throat was starting to get tight when he let out a wretched sob, the fingers of one hand running through his hair while the other smoothed over his chest as you watched his face closely.

“Baby, I need you to breathe for me, ok?” You were trying your best to keep your voice low and even, taking a deep breath and waiting for him to mirror your actions until he was pressing his face to your stomach with a piteous whine once his breathing had regulated slightly. “That’s it, you’re doing so good, Ran, just keep breathing.” 

He sighed deeply when you continued murmuring soft words of praise to him, his fingers curling over yours on his chest as he looked up at you and felt the softness of your gaze spread like warmth through his body. 

“I’m sorry.” He moaned when you pulled gently on his hair, his voice raspy with the tears he’d managed to swallow.

“No, baby.” You curled over him and brushed your lips over his forehead, trying not to cry when he wrapped his arms around your neck and let out another shaky breath. “You don’t apologize, ever, you hear me?”

“I thought I was over this shit.” He buried his face in your neck and breathed deep, your warm scent washing over him and finally making him relax. “I don’t want to put this on you.”

“Listen to me, Ransom.” You pulled back a little so you could gaze into his eyes, resting your forehead against his and maneuvering until you were laying next to him across the backseat. “I don’t know if you really think I’m just with you for the sex or what, but when I say I love you, I fucking mean it. I love all of you, so much, and that means that you can put all of it on me, ok? I’m not going anywhere.”

“Fuck, I love you, too.” He whined when you pressed your lips to his gently, drinking you in and pulling you to him as tight as possible when you let him deepen the kiss. “Need you so much.”

“I know, Ransom, I’m here.” You moved your lips up to his cheeks when he finally let his tears start to fall, kissing each one that stained his cheeks as you splayed your body over his while he held you. “My sweet boy, it’s ok. Let go for me, baby.”

He buried his face in your shoulder and did as you asked. It wasn’t loud or dramatic, but you could feel the warm wetness of his tears against the bare flesh of your neck while his chest heaved against yours. You cooed soft words of encouragement into his hair as he wept, letting a few of your own tears fall as you felt the tension slowly seep from his body.

Neither of you were sure how long you laid there tangled with each other, but eventually Ransom felt the last of the pain drain out of him until he was sinking against the seat with exhaustion. Having you there with him was like a balm for his soul, the way your eyes moved to search his once you felt him let out a deep sigh making his lips quirk in a small smile. His eyes were brilliantly blue from the tears he had shed, but you could see a glimmer of something hopeful there, and that made you relax. You sighed when he framed your face with his hands and pulled your lips back to his, the kiss chaste but full of emotion that he was too exhausted to vocalize at the moment.

“You ready to go home?” You pressed your hand over his heart when you leaned back a little, glad to feel that it had slowed down to a normal rhythm as he nodded for you. “Ok, you just stay back here and rest, alright? When we get home I’m gonna draw us a nice bath and we’ll just spend the rest of the day vegging.”

“That sounds good.” He watched you climb back into the front seat with a deep breath, squeezing your hand when you let it linger on his chest before letting you pull it away with reluctance.

You peeked at him through the rear view mirror before pulling out, relieved when you watched his eyes drift closed as he sagged into the seat and let his exhaustion take over. It almost hurt you how much you loved that man, and if you ever saw that cunt who hurt him again, there was a good chance you were going to jail for him.

Ransom was still dozing by the time you pulled up to the house, but he roused quickly when he felt you shake him awake. He let you help him out of the car and smiled warmly at you when you brought your hand up to cup his jaw, humming contentedly when you let him bury his face in your hair as you guided him into the house.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek once you were inside and instructed him to go to the en suite while you got some wine, watching him closely as he headed up the stairs before moving to grab a good bottle from the rack. There was a buzzing from your purse and you pulled out your phone, texting Anne that everything was ok and no, you didn’t need her to smash that bitch’s windows in. She was detailing all the ways she was going to fuck that cunt up and making you chuckle when suddenly the last caller ID you expected flashed across your screen.

“Can I help you with something, Linda?” You poured the Syrah into a decanter and moved to grab a couple of glasses, curious why exactly she was calling you.

“Y/N…” she sounded massively uncomfortable but you could not bring yourself to give a single fuck. “I just… I heard what Sloane said and I wanted to make sure Ransom was alright. He wasn’t answering my calls though.”

“Good for him.” You chewed on your lip as you considered what you wanted to say to her. “Was she lying?”

“What?”

“Did you tell your own child you should have aborted him? Or was that abusive cunt you kept forcing down your son’s throat being a lying bitch?” 

“I never… I didn’t tell him.” She still sounded like she thought she was in the right, and you might have spit in her face if she was in front of you.

“Oh, but you said it, didn’t you?” You sneered and downed the glass of wine you’d poured when you saw her number pop up. She didn’t deny it, and you quickly moved to pour yourself another glass. “You’re a fucking piece of work, Linda.”

“I don’t have to explain myself to you.” You could  practically hear her spine straightening over the phone and you rolled your eyes at her. “You don’t know what it was like trying to raise him. Stubborn and spoiled and…”

“Goodbye, Linda. Don’t fucking call either of us again.” You hung up before she could continue, tossing your phone across the counter and draining your glass before grabbing the decanter and glasses before heading upstairs.

“Hey, baby.” He was already soaking when you walked into the steam filled en suite, his head leaning back against the edge of the drop in tub and giving you a lazy grin. “You have trouble picking a wine?”

“No.” You set the decanter and glasses on the tray at the tub’s edge and pinned your hair off your neck before getting undressed and sliding into the water with him. “I had to talk to your mother.” 

“Oh, you had to?” He pulled you against his chest and sighed when you tucked your face into his neck.

“Yeah, I wanted to make sure she didn’t disturb us for the rest of the weekend.” You took a deep breath when he started trailing his fingers over your spine, the warmth of the water seeping through your body and helping you relax as you sank into him. “You wanna talk about what happened?”

“Later.” His arms wound tightly around you, nuzzling into your hair and breathing in the scent of you that always made him feel like he was home. “Just wanna hold you for now.”

[kazuhasbunny]

I LOVE the Scaramouche headcanons. Could you do a fic or drabble with a brat tamer Scara? 👉🏻👈🏻 (PS sorry if I sent this already, for some reason my asks weren't going through earlier apparently!)

AA BRAT TAMER SCARA !! imagine hims with a whiny and stubborn brat ... the brainrot is real !!! scaramouche deserves more love srs </3

pairings : scaramouche x bratty fem! reader

warnings :slight dubcon themes (?) , rough sex , spanking , orgasm denial , degradation , rough fingering , hair pulling , breeding , slapping (mentioned once) , choking , just really , really nasty stuffs . 

be aware of the warnings ! kinda went overboard with this- it’s really just rough and nasty . but i mean we are writing about scaramouche so yea 

undercut nsfw !

you were a brat . a really stubborn one at that , always sending scaramouche off to the edge as you kept whining demanding alot from him . you never see to show any pity onto him which really makes him mad yet he still puts on this “yeah i’m fine , mind your own business” look on his face . he’d usually just scold off his subordinates everytime they offered to help him out with your behavior but instead they just got shot with a dark look on his face , leaving you two alone as you return back to your shenanigans with him , a loud groan leaving him as you kept tugging his shirt 

one day , you wouldn’t stop nagging at him . this time , he had enough as he roughly grabs you by the hair and lays you down on his lap on your stomach “h-hey scara what’s the dea- AH! h-hey that hurts you know..” a hard strike against your left cheek, cutting you off guard “shut the fuck up . and i mean it” you, being the brat you are quickly disagreeing with his words “no ! it’s your fault you never- ahn~ s-stop please..” another smack on your other cheek , shutting your whiny mouth up as he tsked

“i have no time for your fucking attitude you brat . you’ve been such a pain in the ass lately you deserved to get punished . maybe this is what you’ve been waiting for , right ? huh ? you dirty whore” he continuosly smacks you on each cheek , every hit getting harder making you whine under his touch as clenched hard on the bedsheets , awaiting for another strike against you 

nothing happened . you sighed as you turned into your bratty self again “hmph, that’s all ? so weak of you you can’t even- mpmh!” you were cut off by him shoving your panties in your mouth , the salty aftertaste making you blush as you tried to take it out till one of his hands stopped you , pinning it behind your back

“huh , now who’s the weakling here ? pathetic . your mouth is no good other than being a whiny little bitch” a sudden thrust of his fingers in you made you cry out into the bedsheets . you’re so helpless now , it felt so good . his pace was so harsh , so fast , literally no mercy as his fingers pumps in you , arching it till it hits a certain sweet spot which made you buckled on his fingers as he kept abusing it , fingers never leaving that spot

you were close , so close . just twist it into a certain angle will drench him with your juices . but too bad for u , he took it out before you could even cum and smacks your cunt and roughly grabbed you by the hair and laughs darkly “how pathetic of you thinking that i’d let you cum that easily . don’t you even think about cumming tonight or you’re not even gonna get anything at all .”

his rough grip on your hair loosens as he grabbed you and throws you onto the bed , whimpering by how rough he is with you . he quickly undresses himself as he brings your legs up to your chest , sort of in a mating press position as he roughly inserts himself into you starting off with a fast and rough pace not even letting you adjust to his girth 

“you’re gonna take all of me whether you like it or not . i’m gonna fill you up and make you walk full of my cum inside of you whether you like it or not and remember , don’t you even think of cumming today . whiny brats like you don’t even deserve any cock inside of them , but consider me nice since im fucking you like the little whore you are” 

this went on for hours , you were just getting filled up by him , not even a single release . whenever he feels like you’re near he’d quickly take himself out and smacks you hard on the ass making you sob out of the pain and pleasure . he really meant it when he told you to not cum at all . you regretted your actions and immediately asking him to forgive you and promising not to act like this again which he just laughed it off an went in you again making you clench onto him hard as you wrapped yourself around his waist not letting him go 

“p-please scaramouche i’m sorry .., s-so sorry scara please please forgive me i-i’m sorryy i didn’t me-mean to-hng~ p-please just let me cum pleaase !” a slap against across your face made you regret even talking. hands clenching on your throat cutting your air short as he came down closer to your face “useless words coming out from a useless slut . how adorable . no means no . are you deaf , or just stupid , hm ?” all you could give out was a weak choked out sound , shaking your head making him laugh at how pathetic you looked and took his hands off from your throat now trapping you between his arms

“good whore . just know that i will go on till you’re fucked unconscious . you’d wish for none of this to happen and you’d regret being a noisy , stupid fucking brat . you got that ? yeah, hope u fucking do”

hours passed , you were left there on the bed all worned out and filled to the brim as he kept fucking into you still . he meant those words when he said that. the day went on till night falls and you were left on the bed all messy and sticky . and as for you , did you learned your lesson ? nah , you weren’t gonna give up on the bratty act that easily . you liked this side of scaramouche , and you wanted more of his rough side showing out trying to teach you a lesson and failing miserably 

[shemarmooresfedora]

Sugary Sweet Apologies

Summary: You and Reid never really got along but when he saves your life, you decide to be the bigger person and thank him and hopefully start over. Unfortunately, it isn’t that easy.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Content/Warnings: light to mild angst with fluffy ending, swearing, spencer reid being an annoying bitch, brief mentions of case stuff (if you watch cm, you should be fine)

A/N: this is for @willowrose99 ‘s 1 year anniversary on tumblr writing challenge!! congrats! i literally wrote and edited this whole thing in less than one day because i got so excited, anyways i hope you enjoy!

Word Count: 1.8k

“Reid and Y/L/N, go to David Whitney’s house. He was the therapist of two of the three victims. He could have some insight into the victimology and know of any overlap between them. He has no criminal record of past aggressive behavior but we can’t rule him out as a suspect entirely,” Hotch stated.

“Hotch, you stuck me with her yesterday for the geographical profiling. Send Prentiss with her instead,” Spencer whined.

“I don’t mind going with Y/L/N. She is a great partner in the field,” Emily glared at Spencer.

“No. Reid, go with Y/L/N or be taken off this case. I’m a unit chief, not an elementary school teacher. I don’t have time for temper tantrums,” Hotch chided.

“Fine,” Spencer grumbled as you grabbed the keys to an SUV.

You don’t know what it was but ever since you started at the BAU four months ago, Spencer had never liked you which resulted in you disliking him as well. Everyone else on the team was super friendly and welcoming but Reid always was jabbing snarky remarks your way like “I don’t have time to explain it to you” or “This was in the FBI handbook. God, you need more training.”

Luckily, the others were quick to defend you. Once Garcia even heard him snip at you over the phone and as soon as you all got off the elevator after the case, Reid was being dragged by his ear into Garcia’s lair with him going “ow ow ow” behind her. So, you didn’t really pay much mind to him because you could deal with one annoying know-it-all to have such an amazing job with great coworkers minus the one.

“Look, I’m not happy about this either,” you said as you climbed into the driver’s side of the SUV, “But at least I’m not being a whiny bitch about it and being rude to the other person’s face.”

“Oh wow, I’m so sorry that I hurt your feelings,” Spencer mocked.

“Fuck you, Reid,” you shook your head.

-

David Whitney was on edge the second you arrived and showed him your badges. He was bouncing his leg up and down, he couldn’t sit still, and he kept avoiding eye contact.

He knew way too much about the other victim that wasn’t even one of his clients but you didn’t have anything solid on him. His house seemed very neat so you doubted he kept anything incriminating here. Organized offenders usually have a secondary location. So, you decided to push his buttons a little.

“I mean blitz attacks, leaving the bodies on the side of dirt roads,” you combed through the crime scene photos, “This guy was a real coward.”

Spencer picked up on what you were trying to do and his eyes widened, he was subtly shaking his head and mouthing “no”.

“Excuse me?” David asked.

“Well, I’m just saying a real man wouldn’t cower in the bushes and blindside a woman. He must not be very strong,” you stated, “He probably can’t even get it up.”

Before you even had time to react, David pulled out a switchblade knife from inside the couch cushions and put you in a chokehold, pressing the cool metal up to your throat. You closed your eyes tightly.

“David, you don’t have to do this,” Spencer stood with his gun pointed at you both.

“This bitch insulted me,” he snarled.

“She insults me too. That doesn’t make you any less of a man,” Spencer spoke carefully, “Just put the knife down and I’ll escort you out.”

David sighed, dropping the knife to the floor and releasing you.

Spencer put David in handcuffs and walked him outside as reinforcements came running in.

“Are you okay, Y/L/N?” Hotch asked.

“Yep, a little shaken up but fine. Thank you,” you stood.

“Let’s get you to the medics,” Morgan grabbed your arm to support you as you walked over to the ambulance.

Spencer never checked on you.

-

You knew your decision in the field was a little rash and you wanted to thank Spencer for essentially saving your life.

However, there was no way in hell you could verbally get out an apology while staring at his smug face, but you could bake. You settled on a note tucked inside a tupperware container of your Grandma’s special recipe of chocolate chip cookies. It was a good peace offering, maybe even a chance to start fresh.

During your lunch break, you took the tupperware from your desk drawer and approached the break room where Reid had entered about 5 minutes ago.

“I’m just saying I could not have been more clear in my message to her that it was too dangerous but of course, Y/L/N didn’t listen cause Y/L/N is going to do whatever she feels like,” Spencer stirred his coffee.

No one had noticed you standing in the doorway yet.

“Reid, you’ve got to be nicer to her. She earned her spot here just like the rest of us,” Emily defended you.

“Did she though? How much do we really know about her? She couldn’t even tell me how many pages the FBI protocol manual was,” Spencer said.

“That’s not a normal thing people know,” Morgan retorted.

“Well, I’m just saying the team was perfectly fine before her and it would probably be better off if she left,” Reid finished.

Garcia looked up from her yogurt to see you standing there, “Oh, Y/N”.

Spencer turned around in his chair as you angrily stormed up to him.

“Here’s your cookies, asshole,” you seethed, grabbing the note from inside and crumpling it up into a little ball and tossing it into the trash.

“Y/N!” Emily called after you but you were already gone.

The whole team glared at Spencer and picked up their lunches, leaving him alone at the table.

Spencer retrieved the balled up paper from the trash, having to fish through Rossi’s week old pasta and Anderson’s half eaten tuna fish sandwich.

Dear Reid,

Thank you for saving my life, I guess. These are my Grandma’s secret recipe for chocolate chip cookies so I hope you enjoy. I think we got off on the wrong foot and I would like to start over. I think cases would be a lot less miserable for everyone if we got along.

Thanks again,

Y/L/N

Spencer, you’re such an idiot, he thought to himself.

You never came back after your lunch break ended and Derek made Spencer go tell Hotch why it’s his fault you were missing the rest of the day.

He tried to call you multiple times but they always rang out before going to voicemail.

Spencer hesitantly knocked on Penelope’s door at the end of the day.

“Is she okay?” he asked softly.

“You don’t get to ask that as the person who hurt her in the first place. Also, she told me to tell you that don’t you dare go to her apartment to ‘check on her’. I’m headed over there myself actually,” Penelope collected her things and shut off her monitors.

“Will you at least tell her I’m really sorry?” Spencer followed her to the elevator.

“Absolutely not. I’m not doing any apologizing on your behalf,” Penelope huffed as the elevators shut.

-

You came in the next morning, keeping your head down. You grabbed a pen from your cup holder and the first folder on your stack before getting to work.

You were on the second page of the file when your clean, empty tupperware was placed in front of you plus another baking dish with aluminum foil over the top.

You glanced up to see Spencer guiltily looking down at you and you returned your eyes back to the file.

“I-I made you cinnamon rolls,” Spencer broke the silence.

“Are they poisoned?” you asked, not sparing him another glance.

“No, they’re not poisoned,” he assured you.

“I’m just saying how can I trust you as you have made it very apparent you would like me off this team.”

“I didn’t mean that,” Spencer was quick to reply.

“Then why the hell did you say it, Reid?” you slammed your pen down.

You grabbed your empty coffee mug and briskly walked to the break room but unfortunately, Spencer was right behind you.

“I didn’t eat any of your cookies by the way. Not that I didn’t want to but I felt like I didn’t deserve them so I handed them out to everyone else.”

“Oh how kind, taking credit for my work,” you tried to close the door in his face.

“I told them that they were from you,” Spencer insisted.

You rolled your eyes as Spencer grabbed the coffee pot before you could get to it, pouring your mug of coffee for you.

“What do you want from me, Reid?” you asked defeatedly.

“I want you to try a cinnamon roll and let me explain.”

“Fine but only because I didn’t have breakfast yet and I want to critique your baking skills,” you huffed, walking back to your desk.

Spencer gingerly placed one of the sticky frosting-coated rolls on a napkin and pushed it towards you. You tentatively bit into it. Damn it, it was actually delicious.

“It’s okay,” you understated.

You knew Spencer hardly ever used his kitchen let alone be up baking all night. He even chose a recipe that required more time and effort because the yeast dough would have to rise for a few hours.

“That’s good. The first batch didn’t come out as great...or the second,” he smiled softly.

“Well, the floor is all yours, Reid. Please explain to me why you talk shit about me to my co-workers when I’m in the other room,” you leaned back in your chair and crossed your arms.

Spencer muttered something incoherent.

“I have to hear the apology, you know,” you said, enjoying watching him uncomfortable.

“You’re intimidating to me because you’re intelligent, beautiful, and courageous. I think I was a little jealous that my spotlight as the ‘kid’ of the BAU was coming to an end so I said some harsh, completely untrue things and I’m sincerely sorry.”

“Oh my god,” you smirked, “Hotch was right, you are an elementary school kid.”

“In what way?” he curiously asked.

“You like me like like like me. You don’t know how to talk to the girl so you pull her pigtails on the playground,” you giggled.

“I take it back. You’re a horrible profiler,” Spencer was getting up from his seat, completely flustered.

“Awww,” you were laughing at Spencer’s bright red face as he went to go to the break room to fill his coffee mug.

When he got back to his desk, a sticky note was placed front and center.

In typical elementary school fashion…

Will you go get coffee with me?

Check:

Yes

or

No

Spencer smiled before picking up his pen and checking one of the boxes, crumpling the sticky note up into a ball and throwing it over to your desk.

“Good choice. See you Saturday at 9 at the cafe down the street,” you grinned.

“It’s a date,” he smiled.

[jisungsplatforms]

Humph!!

Pairing: Seo Changbin x fem! reader

Genre: NSFW! Smut, minimal amount of angst (if you squint), fluff (happy happy ending!); non idol au, enemies to lovers, college au

Warning: Mature content! (DNI if you are uncomfortable or UNDERAGED); language, name calling, reader is kind of a jerk, erotic asphyxiation, use of pets names, hint of degrading, praise kink (implied), fingering (f), oral (f&m), PIV, unprotected sex (be careful with this!), unintended voyeurism (Chan and Jisung accidentally hears reader and Changbin getting it on)

Seo Changbin.

Or as you like to call him, the bane of your existence. You wouldn’t exactly call yourself the ‘petty type’ but how could you ever forget about the boy who pulled on your hair and cut in front of you during lunch time, only to get the last middle piece of pizza- a slice that was supposed to be yours, in middle school? And yes, while it is something so small, so trivial, that you should’ve easily forgotten all about it, you just couldn’t for he just seemed to pop up around you every. single. day. Oh, the list of ways he picked on you could go on and on. It was like whenever he saw you, he just had to push your buttons as if it’s his little demented mission to irk you for the rest of your life.

No one has ever made your blood boil more than he has. It makes your blood boil even more when you, yourself, couldn’t even deny the fact that the once scrawny, immature boy turned to the hottest, most muscular (and fuckable) man you’ve ever seen. Now here you are, as college juniors, and you two are still going at each other’s throats. And of course, no matter how older you get, the two of you will always find time to bicker with each other for the littlest things

“WHAT KIND OF AN IDIOT ARE YOU?” you yell, looking at Changbin in disgust. “WHAT NORMAL HUMAN BEING DOES THAT?!”

He rolls his eyes at you, clicking his tongue, “Well, excuse me for having COLD FEET. SO WHAT YOU THINK ITS WEIRD? I GET COLD EASILY AT NIGHT SO LET ME WEAR MY SOCKS TO SLEEP IN PEACE, WOMAN!” Changbin yells back, glaring at you.

Ahh, yes. Today’s fight is now on whether or not wearing socks to bed is considered ‘abnormal’. Cause what else could you argue about?

“BUT…It’s so WEIRD! Can’t you, like, invest in some thicker blankets instead? There are better options than wearing SOCKS IN BED.”

“WHAT? IS IT A CRIME TO WEAR SOCKS TO-”

Jisung interrupts Changbin by slamming one of his hands down onto the table. “God… SHUT UP! CAN YOU TWO JUST FUCK ALREADY?!” he moans in irritation. Chan lightly shoves Jisung in retaliation, scolding him for being too loud. Jisung looks at him and pouts, mumbling a quick ‘sorry’. Chan sighs, finally looking at your startled faces .

“He’s kinda right though,” he says, calmly, “not exactly about the, uhm, having sex part, though the sexual tension between you two is nauseating. But I mean about getting along with each other and finally putting an end to this ‘rivalry’.”

You and Changbin glance at each other for a brief second before scoffing. “Please. Hell would freeze over before we do,” you sneer, side eyeing him.

“I’d rather kiss an electric eel than make up with that snake of a woman,” Changbin mumbles, looking away from you.

“How about I arrange that for you?” you smile, using the fakest sweet voice you could muster. Changbin turns to you with a scoff.

“You are such a-”

“Enough!” Chan says with a stern tone he almost never uses. The look Chan was giving you both was enough to shut you up and intimidate you; hell even Jisung was scared! “Either make up on your own by the end of the month, or else. Understand?”

Both you and Changbin sigh in irritation before agreeing. “Yes…”

“I mean it! Y/n, Changbin! This is getting ridiculous now. Honestly, you guys are full grown adults but you act like children, and not the good ones! Think of the other people you’re affecting with your behaviors.”

Silence fell upon your whole table. You could only nod your head shamefully at Chan’s words, while Changbin clicks his tongue but not say anything else. Jisung looks around the table, the uncomfortable silence making the poor boy feel antsy.

“Good,” Chan leans back, his cheerful demeanor coming back, “One month, that’s it. And play nice!”

“This is stupid,” Changbin groans, leaning back on his chair. You roll your eyes at him.

“Shut it. Remember, this is for the sake of our friends.”

Ever since that day- the day Chan scared the shit out of you both- you and Changbin made an agreement to try and be civil around one another. It wasn’t very nice, but you both knew Chan was right. You didn’t want to lose your friends because of some stupid rivalry that started 9 years ago. To fix your problem, the two of you, begrudgingly, decided to hangout with each other for the next month. Today marks your one week anniversary of your treaty.

Needless to say…you both hate it.

“If we have to hangout, can we not spend our time in a library?” the short man complains, looking at you with his sharp eyes.

“Well, sorry, but I have a chemistry test in a few days and I’m sure as hell not failing that. You know Science isn’t my best subject.”

Changbin groans, sliding down his chair. “Whatever.” he mutters distastefully. You shook your head.

“Don’t you need to study for anything too?” you asked, not even sparing him a glance.

“No. I’m done with all the tests I have to do and none of my other teachers prepped us for another one. So I’m basically free, doll.”

You cringe at Changbin calling you ‘doll’, hating how that simple pet name sent a delighted shiver down your back. You scoff.

“Disgusting,” you grimace, “Never call me that again.”

Changbin smirks, now sitting up on his chair to lean closer to you. “Whatever you say, doll.”

You look up at him with a nasty glare, resisting the urge to yell at him. “You are so lucky we’re in a library.” He laughs sardonically at you. You huff, standing up to look for a chemistry book. Changbin looks at you questioningly.

“Where’re you going?”

“Looking for more books.”

He sighs, starting to stand up as well. “No,” you stop him, “By myself.” He put his hands up, slowing sitting back down. You turn around and walk to the aisle containing the textbooks. After almost 10 minutes of searching, you still couldn’t find the book you were looking for.

“Damn, I was beginning to think you left me here by myself.”

You jolt at the sound of Changbin’s rough voice. You turn to see him leaning against the bookshelf.

“I’m not that much of a jerk,” you answer scornfully, going back to your search. You could hear Changbin’s heavy footsteps grow closer. You turn to see him standing right beside your crouching figure, looking down at you. The angle you’re seeing him in shouldn’t be making you think of such indecent thoughts. You snap your head back to the shelf as Changbin crouches with you, softly groaning as he goes down. You were trying your best not to make contact with him.

Changbin helps you look for a chemistry book, trying to be nice. You could feel yourself getting hotter at his courteousness. You really didn’t want to admit that Changbin was actually a decent person, so you couldn’t help but put up a front.

“I don’t need your help, you know?”

He sniggers, “I’m not trying to be nice. I just wanna get out of here faster.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, not getting his joke. “Geez, then get away from me,” you raised your voice, still keeping the fact that you’re still in a library in mind. “I can do it myself.”

Changbin looks at you, a little shocked. He huffs, sticking his tongue against his cheek. “Honestly, you don’t have to be such an ass around me all time, you know?” he says, quietly. You stop your actions, feeling a little bad for snapping at him. “You said yourself, you want us to try getting along, why can’t you act like it?”

You bit your bottom lip, still not looking at him. “Simple. It’s cause I hate you,” you lied. He looked at you for a few seconds before standing up. You didn’t see the look of defeat on his face.

“You know,” Changbin says slowly, “I thought we could be friends. Deep down, I really thought we actually could.” You stayed quiet, looking down. “But now I know, you’re really just a stone-cold bitch.”

That. Now that lit a fire in you. You stand up abruptly with cold eyes. “Never call me that ever again.”

“What? A bitch?” He challenges, eyes equally as cold as yours. “See, here’s the thing; It’s true. I’m trying to be nice here and you’re just shutting down every single nice act I try to do for you. And what have you done for me? Drag me around like I’m some dog? You couldn’t even have the decency to even ask where I wanted to go.”

You could feel yourself get smaller and smaller with every step he took closer to you. For someone who was only 5’6”, damn did he look big. You bit the inside of your cheek when you felt your back hit the wall.

“What’s your problem with me, Y/n? I’ve seen the way you are with Jisung and Chan. I’ve seen the way you are with your other friends. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but ever since we started college, I’ve been trying to be nicer to you. But I guess it makes sense that someone as self-centered as you wouldn’t notice.”

You let out a sarcastic “ha”. You shake your head and stare into his eyes. “I told you. I. don’t. like. you. Do I need any more of a reason?”

“Yes. Yes, you do actually.”

“Hm. Find then. You’re annoying, you’re loud, you’re simple-minded, childish, irresponsible, you don’t take things seriously, you’re whiny, messy, irritatingly cocky and seeing your face is just so infuriated that it makes me nauseous,” you list. “Want more?”

The deadly look on his face simultaneously frightens and arouses you. The sarcastic smirk he gave you, though, was hotter. “Continue.”

“You’re nothing but a show off.” With those words, Changbin’s arrogant facade broke. “You act so cool and cocky when really you’re just average at best. Everything you do. Average. You don’t have much to show for. Nothing you do is worth being proud of.”

Changbin slams his hands onto the wall, making you gasp. You stare at him with wide eyes. “Take that back,” he snarls. If you thought he was intimidating before, boy were you wrong. But something in your touch starved mind made you more horny than frightened. Feeling bold, you tilt your chin up, maliciously. “Or what, Seo?”

All of a sudden, he wraps his veiny arm around your neck, choking you. It was so arousing and so sudden that you let out an embarrassingly whiny moan. “Oh?” Changbin raises a brow with a smirk. He tightens his grip on your neck, laughing cockily when you let out another whine. “Oh, I see now,” he whispers in your ear, “You act so high and mighty, always trying to take control of things, when really you’re just some sub in disguise. Isn’t that right, doll?”

You bit your lip, eyes tearing up in sexual frustration. You eyes roll back, biting your lip harder, when his grip on your throat tightens. “Aww~ how cute. You look so pathetic like this, baby,” he says, biting the shell of your ear. You arch your back at the stimulation, grinding your hips into his with a whimper. You were so glad that you were at the farthest corner of the library. Changbin moves away from you and grabs your arm. “Let’s go. We’re leaving.”

He drags you back to your table and carelessly stuffs your belongings into your bag. He slings it over his should and harshly pulls you out of the library. His apartment wasn’t that far from the library so the two of you didn’t bother picking up a cab. The walking distance between the library and his house was only about 10 minutes or less, but to you guys, it felt like hours.

Changbin fumbles with his keys, wanting to unlock the door faster. When he succeeds, he pushes you inside, slamming and locking his door roughly. He throws your bag to the ground then proceeds to pull you into his room. He turns the knob and kicks his door open.

Once inside, he pushes you onto his bed, hovering above you. The two of you were panting heavily from the tension. “Please tell me to stop,” he breathes shakily, staring at your lips, finally saying his first words since the library. “If you don’t want this, tell me to stop before I lose it.”

Did you really want this? Do you really want him? Or is it just your hormones talking? You contemplate, thinking back on all the years you’ve known him. Yeah, you thought that he was annoying when you were younger, wanting nothing more than to push him down a well. However, as you grew up, you started to notice how mature he has gotten throughout the years. He still does make fun of you, but it wasn’t as bad as before. He did treat you like an actual human being when he wasn’t irritating you. Especially recently. He really did treat you nicely but you were too prideful yourself to admit that.

Even up to now, you said some really hurtful things to him, and he was still making sure you were okay when he could’ve just lashed out on you and done whatever he wants. Changbin is genuinely a really nice guy and you were just too stuck up to see that. In that moment, you realize that you actually like Changbin, as in, have genuine feelings for him. Maybe even way longer than you realize but you were being stubborn to acknowledge it. Speaking of, you seem to realize that you were so lost in thought that Changbin took your silence as a ‘no’.

Just as he was about to remove himself from your body, you grab onto his shirt and push your lips onto his. He was taken aback. He was convinced that you truly didn’t like him but you seem to have proved him wrong. Before he could kiss you back, you parted away from him, leaning your forehead against him. “Make me yours, Bin,” you whisper.

Without any hesitation, Changbin kisses you with fervor. The kiss held so much passion, desperation, and desire that it made you moan. You wrap your arms around his neck, messing with his dark hair. Changbin groans, grinding his hips against yours. He pulls away to take off your shirt and start marking you up. You mewl, feeling him suck, lick, and kiss your neck.

One particular suck on the juncture of your neck made you moan out loud. He smiles against your skin, taking extra time on that area. You cry out, pulling on his hair to get his attention. “Changbin…” you say breathlessly. He looks up and nearly loses it on the spot. You laying underneath him, neck covered with sexy red marks that he created. You already look so dazed out that Changbin wonders how much more beautiful you will look when he actually fucks you.

He moves up to your face, stroking your hair. “What’s wrong, doll?” he questions you softly. You whimper as you roll your hips up to meet his. Changbin hisses at the feeling.

“Inside,” you whine, “Want you inside me, please.”

“Do you now?” Now his tone was condescending. You pout, nodding your head. “Cute. What makes you thing that I’d just give it to you after how much of a brat you were earlier?” You rub your thighs together, pouting.

Tears starts forming in your eyes. “Please? I’m sorry for being a brat. I’ll make it up to you, I promise!”

Changbin chuckles darkly. “Oh, you will, doll,” he says, rubbing both your thighs. He glances up at you to read your expressions, only continuing when you gave him a confirming nod. He sits up and takes off your pants. He chuckles, licking his lips when he realizes that your bra and panties were a matching set. “How adorable.” he sings, making you flustered.

Changbin kisses your stomach before slipping his hand down your panties. You clench your thighs, trapping his hand, as he plays with your clit. He rubs slow circles on your clit, stroking your slit before sliding one finger inside you. You grab a fistful of his bed sheets, moaning. He lazily moves his finger in you, adding another one to fill you up a little more. You were already breathless. Your sweet moans filling up the entire room. Changbin starts to move his fingers faster, bending them, making you arch your back and whine louder.

You could already feel your high getting closer. You start squirming around in response. “Close, baby?” he asks, rhetorically. You nod your head frantically.

“Y-yes, fuck. Oh shi- yes.”

Changbin pumps his fingers faster for you, feeling yourself clenching tighter and tighter before you finally cum around them. He lets you ride out your high before slipping out of you. He brings his fingers to your lips, prying them open. “Open up, doll.” You let his fingers inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around his digits, tasting yourself, making the two of you groan. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, sliding down so his face meets your wet core.

You look down at him, questioningly. You were about to ask him what he was doing until he licks up your slit. Your eyes widened as you threw your head back, letting out a moan loud enough that it borderline sounded like a scream. His tongue explores your pussy, occasionally sucking on your clit as you pant.

“N-no,” you stammer, “that’s not-n-no. I-I’m still sensi-ah!” You grip his hair, not sure if you’re trying to push him away or pull him closer. Changbin chuckles at this, the vibrations from it shooting up your core. Your sensitivity from your first orgasm brought you closer to your next release. You start bucking your hips, thighs closing in on his head as your core tightens. He grabs your thighs, prying them open. One last harsh suck on you clit made you cum again, this time on his tongue. Changbin licks up your slit, gathering up every single drop of your juices.

He sits up and smiles at you, his chin covered with your excess wetness. He rubs your thighs to calm you down. “You good, Y/n?” he worryingly asks, “Think you can handle one more?” You lazily nod your head, a little overwhelmed with the over sensitivity. Changbin wipes his mouth before crawling back to your face. He kisses you leisurely, taking his time with your lips to give you more time to calm down.

You hold onto his muscular biceps as he cups your face. You were still panting harshly even before he started making out with you. He peppers your face with gentle pecks, encouraging you to continue. “How ‘bout now? Can you handle one more orgasm, babe?”

This time, you could actually reply to him. “Y-yeah. ‘Think I can.” you said, quietly. Changbin smiles and gives you one more peck on your lips. He leans up and takes off his clothes. Even after two orgasms, you still felt needy for Changbin. Your eyes rake down his form, eyeing each one of his bulging muscles. Damn, no wonder why he’s always bragging about going to the gym everyday, cause he has every right to do so.

Now, if you thought his body was impressive, then his cock was another story. Your eyes widens, breath hitching when you see it. Holy shit, now I know why he’s so short, you thought. He has a monster cock that totally makes up for it. “Holy fuck-“ Changbin looks at you with a smirk.

“What’s wrong, doll? Bigger than you expected?” You nod dumbly, mouth ajar. Changbin could feel his ego skyrocketing. He pumps himself, throwing his head back in pleasure, finally feeling some kind of pleasure before lining himself to your hole. He adjusts his position, spreading your legs wider as well. “I’ll go as slowly as I can,” he mutters. You mumble a quiet ‘thank you’ as he starts pushing in.

Your mouth opens in a silent scream, eyes clenching as you try to take him in fully. Changbin moans rather loudly, your tightness a little too much for him. “W-wait. Fuck…” you call out with slight hiss. He stops his penetration, waiting for you to adjust. Your grip on his shoulders tightens, silently giving him the ok to move. He continues his advancement slowly until he bottoms out inside you. The both of you moan, giving each other time to relax.

Changbin leans down to kiss your cheek, whispering encouraging words to you. You stay in your positions for almost a minute before pleading for Changbin to move. At first, his thrusts were slow, testing out how well you could take him in for now. You moan softly, the way his hips move softly is already shooting bursts of pleasure throughout your body. Gradually, he picks up his pace, his once slow, loving thrusts are now hungry, desperate ones.

His hands were now on the back of your thighs, folding you in half. The new position allows him to reach deeper inside you. “B-bin,” you whine, clawing at his back, “hmm…fuck. M-more. Fuck me harder.”

“Harder? You really think your pretty little pussy can handle my cock, doll?”

“Yes! P-please g-give me more. I can handle i-it!”

Changbin laughs at your desperation, picking up his pace. You moan louder, moving your hips to meet his thrusts. Changbin’s soft moans and growls and your own whiny moans filled his bedroom. Neither of you knew who would break first, both of your releases nearing. The tip of his cock starts hitting right on your sweet spot, making you scream. He throws his head back with a loud, raspy moan when he feels you tightening around him.

“I’m s-so fucking close, Bin,” you cry, “Don’t s-stop!”

“My, what a desperate slut you are.”

He bites his lip, hips moving harder and deeper, as he leans closer to kiss you. Remembering the scene from the library, Changbin’s right hand snakes around your neck, firmly but gently choking you.You let yourself enjoy the feeling of him blocking your airways, closing your eyes in pleasure. You whine loudly when he slips his tongue in your mouth. You let him explore your wet cavern, loving the feeling. Your eyes shot open when you felt his thumb playing with your clit.

“Sh-shit! Changbin!” You moan, arching your back. You could feel the beginnings of your release.

“C’mon,beautiful,” Changbin whispers, “Cum for me.” His words seem to have triggered your orgasm. Your body went stiff, cumming around his cock, mumbling a bunch of expletives. You start trembling, the feeling of your orgasm was too intense. Changbin hisses, pulling himself out of you when he felt his own release nearing.

He pulls you up, pushing your head close to his throbbing dick. Getting the memo, you lean down and take him into your mouth. You bob your head up and down as you pump the rest of his cock. Changbin moans, his rough hand in your hair. He starts rocking his hips, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. One harsh tug on your scalp made you moan, the vibrations sends waves of pleasure down his cock making him throw his head back yet again.

“What a dirty little girl,” he pants heavily. “Love my cock that much, huh, doll?” Tears pool your eyes as you try humming in agreement. The second round of vibrations sent Changbin over the edge. Hot spurts of cum shoots down your throat. He holds your head in place until he finishes cumming. “That’s it, beautiful. Swallow it all. Don’t let anything go to waste.”

He lets go of your head and gently pushes you down his bed. He cups your cheek, rubbing it tenderly with his thumb. Changbin reaches behind you to unclasp your bra, throwing it down onto his floor and rubbing at your breast to soothe you, only letting go of them when you let out an uncomfortable whine. He moves up to your face and kisses you softly.

“Are you okay, Y/n?” he questions you. You nod, too fucked out to respond verbally. Changbin giggles, moving to lay beside you and petting your hair as you calm yourself. You turn your body to hug his, slightly catching him off guard. He immediately relaxes, however, and continues stroking your hair. The two of you lay comfortably until Changbin broke the silence.

“Did you mean it?” he asks, quietly. You note the tone of uncertainty in his words. Your eyes meet his in question.

“Mean what?” you slur, still having a bit of trouble talking.

“Did you mean what you said in the library? Do you really hate me? Was this just a…one time thing?”

You look at him sadly, his expression matching yours. He didn’t want this to be just a one night stand. He genuinely wants to be friends with you. Scratch that, he wants to be even more than that. You nibble on your lips, shaking your head.

“No…I don’t actually hate you…Yeah, you piss me off a lot but…I can’t actually hate you,” you say, moving your hands to cup his face. You could feel Changbin leaning into your touch. “Honestly, I don’t even remember when I started liking you. I guess I only just realized it now when you pushed me onto your bed.”

Changbin moves away from you in shock. “You…like me?” You timidly nod your head, a little embarrassed now. He lets out the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him and kisses you. This time, this kiss was soft, filled with so much love and unsaid feelings. You giggle into the kiss, holding his face. Changbin pulls away from you and rests his forehead against yours, his eyes twinkling in joy. “You have no idea how happy I am to hear that.”

You smile, moving to peck his lips. “I’m sorry,” you tell him, “For everything I said. It was uncalled for and kinda mean. Scratch that, I really was a fucking bitch to you. You didn’t deserve that.”

Changbin hums, rubbing your back. “It’s okay. I’m sorry too. I get why you said all that. I mean, this whole rivalry started ‘cause of me, so this was kinda my fault to begin with.”

“No, it’s not. We both brought this upon ourselves, Bin, so we’re both at fault.”

“I guess…Let’s just start over?”

You contemplate. “I think,” you start cautiously, “It’s better if we don’t.”

“Huh?” Changbin was confused. “What do you mean no?”

“I mean, I don’t really want to forget about our past and pretend our years of bickering never happened. We already fell for each other’s bad qualities, so why should we, you know? There’s nothing for us to hide at this point.”

Changbin had a look of realization on his face, drawing out a long ‘ah’. “I like that,” he laughs. “You’re right. Let’s do that!” He pulls you closer to his broad chest, kissing the top of your head. He hugs your form tighter, as if he was afraid that this was a dream. “Oh yeah, what’re we gonna tell Chan and Jisung when we show up together all lovey-dovey?” he wonders out loud.

“No need to tell us anything!” a voice sounding a lot like Jisung’s calls out from the other side of Changbin’s door. “We’ve been home for 15 minutes now. We heard almost everything! Chill out goddamnit!” You both could hear Chan in the distance, yelling at Jisung for saying that while he goes on about how you two “actually did it, they finally got laid!”.

“Oh my god…” you groan in mortification while Changbin drowns with laughter. You hide your face on Changbin’s chest, feeling it shake from his laughs. “Looks like we got that down!” he jokes. You slap his chest with a whine.

Yup. Today now marks the end of the Seo-L/n war, and damn were you glad it did.

~End~

A/n: hi. if you didn’t know, this is actually a repost yay :) cause after all this time, this fic still hasn’t shown up in the tags cause t*mblr is a little bi-

[cosmicjoke]

Ah, chapters 113 & 114 of AoT, and I’ve only got one thing to say.

Zeke, am I supposed to be feel sorry for the bitch?  Well I DON’T.

No, seriously, fuck this guuuuuuuuy, I know I keep saying it again and again, but God damn, if these two chapters didn’t just solidify my hatred for the bastard.

First of all, he is just... the most whiny, delusional, self-pitying pathetic loser, just... he really is.  I feel like a character in a Peanuts comic strip every time he opens his mouth.  All I hear is “whaa, whaa, whaa”.  And his delusions of grandeur would almost be funny if they weren’t so pathetic.  

Here’s the thing, alright, and I’m sorry if I’m going to offend any Zeke fans with what I’m about to say, but too bad, I guess.  

Everything out of this shitheads mouth is a lie.  And just because he’s convinced himself of his own bullshit doesn’t make the lies coming out of his mouth any more true.

He turns Levi’s fellow soldiers into Titans.  He does this without remorse.  Don’t try to tell me Zeke felt bad about it.  He didn’t.  You know how I know he didn’t?  Because in his private moments in the immediate aftermath, he mocks Levi over having done it, gloating about his supposed master plan of using Levi’s compassion against him and utilizing it to ensure Levi’s own demise.  Zeke’s entire attitude here is sickeningly unbothered, unburdened, uncaring, and smug in the EXTREME.  He mocks Levi’s compassion, literally makes fun of it and lambasts it as a pathetic sign of weakness when he says “I know you’re a caring leader.  Your soldiers haven’t done anything wrong.  They’ve just grown a little bigger.  You wouldn’t, say, slice them to pieces over that, would you?”.  This is Zeke making fun of the fact, finding AMUSEMENT in the fact that he’s just murdered 30 people who have never done a single thing to him, and reveling in what he thinks is a victory that will lead to Levi’s own death, reveling in having taken advantage of and weaponizing a better man’s kindness and compassion.  Zeke is ENJOYING this moment.  Just like he enjoyed killing all those soldiers in Shinganshina.  And then, the kicker, and this is a particular point about Zeke that just makes me absolutely sick, he pretends to himself as if he didn’t want to do it.  He PLAYS at his own regret, saying, “I didn’t want do this either,” and yet in the very next breath, continues to treat what he’s done with grotesque flippancy, saying “Still, how sad... There wasn’t even a battle or skirmish.”  Gloating over how easily he’s bested Levi and his men, before going on to sink further into his insane delusions of grandeur, blaming their inability to trust one another on Levi’s inability to “understand”.  I’m sorry, Zeke, but no.  You didn’t even TRY to help Levi understand, too wrapped up in your own egotistical god-complex to consider it a possibility.  ‘Oh, only I could possibly understand, along with Eren, the great task we two special beings have been burdened with.  He makes assumptions about Levi’s life, about the kinds of things he’s seen and experienced, and convinces himself that they couldn’t be anything like what Zeke has (which, hilariously, is all wrong, since out of everyone, Levi knows better than anyone else in the SC what it’s like to be treated as a second class citizen).  Zeke just assumes Levi couldn’t possibly ever grasp the complexities of the outside world, and so that’s why Zeke didn’t even bother trying to talk to him.  Blah, blah, blah.  No, Zeke, you didn’t share your stupid ass plan because you wanted to continue to feel special, like you’re the chosen one who gets to decide the fate of an entire race of people.  The most hilarious part of this entire sequence is when Zeke is thinking Levi couldn’t ever understand the concept of all the world’s militaries bearing down on Paradis at once, and what that means, couldn’t grasp the urgency of the situation, as if ZEKE HIMSELF isn’t completely fucking responsible for that situation in the first place.  Zeke literally engineered it.  He created the problem, and now wants to position himself as the savior.  He’s just such a loser man.  The God damned definition.  

And as if all of that wasn’t bad enough, when it turns out Zeke’s plan to take Levi out failed miserably, and Levi comes after his sorry ass like a bat out of hell, Zeke continues to mock Levi, to laugh at what Levi’s just had to do in order to survive and pursue Zeke.  He says “Where’d your adorable little men go!?  Don’t tell me you killed them all!  The poor things!”.  Are you fucking serious?  Zeke’s behavior here is one of the most sickening things in the entire story, bar none.  The way he laughs at Levi here for having to cut down 30 of his friends and comrades, the absolute display of sociopathic glee and disregard for the severe, horrific trauma he’s just caused this man, is honestly shocking.  Man, I’m sorry, but anyone who sympathizes with Zeke over Levi after this display maybe needs to reevaluate their moral compass, because it’s damned broken.  And just as an aside, Zeke’s cowardly fear of Levi is also pretty damned funny.  He’s just such a bitch./

We go from this perverse display of psychopathic megalomania into Zeke’s backstory, and again, I’m sorry if I’m gonna offend any Zeke fans here, but to all of that, I ask, so effing what?  Oh, boohoo, Zeke’s mommy and daddy didn’t shower him with praise or spend any time playing catch with him, and somehow, I guess, this is meant to excuse his attempts later in life to commit mass genocide.  Poor, poor Zeke.  Yes, his childhood was sad, he experienced neglect from his parents for two whole years, was used by them as a pawn for their idiotic plans, and ended up disappointing his father when it turned out he had no real talent.  And again I ask, so what?  This sort of experience isn’t exactly what one would call unique, or even extreme.  There are countless children in the world who go through the exact same thing in various forms.  Parents who put too much pressure on their kids to succeed, parents who try living vicariously through their children, parents who make their disappointment known and even punish their children for failing to live up to their expectations (something Zeke’s parents never did, by the way).  The point is, this isn’t even what one would classify as extreme hardship.  It’s a sad story of a child being neglected and not receiving enough love from his parents.  This isn’t to undermine the very real pain one experiences from those things.  Not at all.  That pain is real and legitimate.  But it’s also fairly common and pedestrian, as far as childhood trauma is concerned, and it doesn’t even remotely begin to justify the extreme lengths of megalomaniacal, sociopathic, genocidal tendencies he later displays.  Also, Zeke also had his grandparents, who did love him and spent lots of time with him.  He had Mr. Ksaver, who played with him and acted as a mentor to him.  It wasn’t like Zeke had no one and grew up with zero connections.  That’s BS.  

Levi calls this bitch on his shit later in chapter 114, as Zeke’s muttering away in his delusions about how he’s “saving everyone”.  He asks Zeke “That was your plan?  Mercy killings?”.  Levi’s asking Zeke here who the hell gave him the right to decide who lives and who dies?  Who gave him the right to decide who’s life is WORTH living?  When Levi says him getting to die by being eaten by a Titan is pretty merciful, considering he stole the lives of so many of his comrades, Zeke’s reply speaks volumes about just how warped and demented his thinking is, when he says “I stole nothing.  I... saved them.  Them and the children they would have... I saved them all... from this cruel world.”.  He’s literally justifying murdering countless people by trying to redefine that murder as “saving” them.  It’s not murder because it saved them from ever having to suffer again!  He’s absolving himself here of his sins by casting his actions in not just a favorable light, but trying to sell them as heroic and admirable.  He takes no, actual responsibility for what he’s done.  He removes himself from that responsibility by pretending he was doing a good thing, an honorable, noble thing, by murdering a whole bunch of people who’d never done jack shit to him.  Yippee for Zeke, I guess.  He’s the very definition of an ego-maniac, of someone suffering from a messiah complex.  He’s insane, and morally depraved.  The very fact that he’s the one who comes up with the idea of eradicating the Eldian race by rendering them infertile is only further proof of this.  What teenager comes up with a plan to exterminate an entire race of people and thinks it’s a good idea?

Right before he blows himself and Levi up, he screams “I’m hope you’re watching, Mr. Ksaver!”.  He’s indulging in his own, fanciful notions of himself as the “chosen one”, as a unique person who alone is capable of delivering humanity to salvation.  He’s showing off, asking Mr. Ksaver to watch him as he “saves the world”, because all he cares about, really, is making himself feel special, of fulfilling what he’s deluded himself into believing is his destiny, his right to decide the fate of the world. 

And then he almost kills Levi in the process.

I swear, I wish Levi had just chopped his shitty head off right then and there.  No one can blame Levi for chopping the bastards legs up like he did, for being so angry.  It wasn’t just that Zeke had killed so many of his fellow soldiers by turning them into Titans, or tried to kill Levi by turning them into Titans, it’s also how Zeke laughed about it, and laughed at the pain he’d caused Levi, treating all of it as if it was worth nothing, and then having the unmitigated gall to cast himself as the hero bestowing his benevolent mercy on all.  Give me a fucking break.

Fuck you Zeke.  I hope you rot in hell, you dumb shit.  

Also, fuck you to Floch too.  I hate that bastard almost as much.

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The bleach blonde male sat quietly in the dimly lit room, nothing to keep him company save for the metal chains attached to his wrists that would occasionally rattle when he would shift around, not that there was anywhere he could go to. His face was glued to the floor, his nose letting out a sigh every now and then as he waited for something, anything to happen. He had been stripped of his clothes, leaving him completely bare and occasionally shivering from the cold air that sometimes hit him. He had been locked up for approximately an hour or more since his little.....episode upstairs in the mansion.

Nothing that he regretted though.

Hearing the large door open, his heart nearly leaped out of his chest. The corner of his lip curled upwards in a smirk as he heard the familiar clanking of heels sounding throughout the basement. They stopped right in front of him, one of them impatiently tapping against the floor. He didn't need to look up to know the owner more than likely had her arms crossed and a scowl was visible on her face.

Good. At least he had finally gotten her attention.

"Well? What do you have to say for yourself?"

Still not looking up, he opted for pursing his lips out, looking over at the side as if he saw something that amused him. His demeanor only served to fuel the already burning anger inside the female. Squatting down, she harshly gripped his face and made him turn to look at her.

"Hey! Look at me when I'm talking to you and fucking answer me when I'm asking you a question Wooyoung."

He only let out an unsatisfied huff, finally opening his mouth.

"Little bitch had it coming."

Digging her nails into his skin, she hardened the grip she held on him.

"Excuse me?"

With a grunt, Wooyoung jerked his face away from her hand, a red line now marked across the side of his chin. He looked up with defiance at the woman standing in front of him, her gorgeous body clad in a black leather bustier corset, paired with extremely short cheek hugging shorts with thigh high fishnet stockings decorating her legs.

"I said little bitch had it coming. He kept bragging on and on about how you've spoiled, pampered and constantly been fucking him like you're all some kind of horny rabbits. Well I got news for you, Madam, he's not the only slave you own, not the only one who can please you well enough yet you let him bask in your undivided attention and that only serves to fuel his ego."

The young woman blinked her eyes slowly, the light bulb turning on in her head as she realized what was happening. She let out an amused scoff as she took in the fire burning in her slave's eyes.

"Jung Wooyoung, you were jealous. Weren't you?"

"So what if I was?" He spat back at her, making her frown again.

"Don't you use that tone with me. Remember I'm still your owner and you're still in trouble for picking a fight with San." She reprimanded him.

"What's the use of him working out those arms of his if little baby can't even defend himself?" He let out a small 'tsk.'

"I'm not done with you. Your little temper tantrum just put you in a lot of trouble you little brat."

Loving the use of his usual nickname, he smiled challenging up at his mistress, a twinkle in his eye.

"And what do you plan on doing then?"

He was truly unbelievable. Smirking down at him, she lightly petted his hair, making sure to be all so gentle with him.

"Well....seeing as you've been feeling neglected and in need of my attention, I'm going to make sure you get it..."

Before he could even get comfortable, she suddenly yanked his hair harshly, a harsh grunt spurting out his mouth as he tried to break free once again.

"Along with a reminder about how I like and expect my submissive little slaves to behave at all times."

Letting go of his hair, she tilted his head up once more and struck him across his pretty face, leaving his cheek a bright pink color.

"That's for the busted lip you gave Sannie."

Throwing his head back, he let out a loud and mocking laugh.

"Is that all you came here for? Slap me once and call it a day?"

Not letting his bratty behavior make her lose her temper, though her hand was twitching to put him in his place, she gave him a sweet smile. Hand reaching out to pet his hair, she began cooing at him.

"Oh my sweet little slave, you know better than anyone I'm not letting you go that easily."

Wooyoung couldn't resist leaning into her touch. It had been so long since she'd caressed him like that and he was already melting for her. He allowed her to press him up against the wall, her hands roaming across his chest, his skin so soft and smooth to the touch it'd be a sin not to leave it full of purple and red blotches. Which was exactly what she was going for. Face hidden on the crook of his neck, mouth closing over his beautifully tanned skin, she began to aggressively suckle on his sensitive points. Being the loud brat he was, Wooyoung immediately began spilling out moaned out hums and harsh sucked in breaths whenever she gave him a particularly long suck or sank her teeth into his flesh. When one of her hands brushed over his hardening member, he pressed his hips into her palm. Getting the hint, Y/N chuckled and gripped his base, starting a rather mellow pace as she began rubbing along his length.

"This what you wanted my little slave? Wanted me to get you off like this?"

Wooyoung couldn't keep himself from bucking his hips up. It had been far too long since he'd been touched like that by anyone else and he having been so sexually frustrated for a while, all he wanted was to cum by the help of someone else who wasn't his hand.

"Y-yes! Please! Keep going Mistress. Feels so g-good."

Taking her hand, he urged her to pump him faster, his breath letting out hisses when she finally began jerking him as he wanted to. Y/N smirked against his neck, she had him exactly where she wanted him: needy, vulnerable, but most of all oblivious to what she was going to do. Her free hand reached deep inside her shorts, taking out a little special surprise she had kept hidden away for a specific reason. Wooyoung was so lost in his urgent need to cum he didn't see anything of what was happening. His eyes only shot wide open when he suddenly felt her other hand wrap something around the base of his cock, her movements halting all together and she stepped away from him. Looking down, Wooyoung was not only pissed at being denied his orgasm, but was also somewhat anxious about having a cock ring placed on him. This meant he was not going to cum for a while, and that thought alone made him uneasy and whiny.

"No! Please! Y/N! You can't do this to-yahh!"

Having gone over to the lever that connected to the chains he was wearing, Y/N made it so that his arms were fully raised above his head, rendering him unable to bring them back down and unable to escape the position he was in, back pressed to the wall and at her complete disposition for her to use him as she pleased. Wooyoung knew it, hence why he gulped when he saw her pick up something from the table that had an assorted of toys for her to choose from. He watched as her hand waved over a flogger, a riding crop, hesitated for a moment when it hovered over a paddle. But ultimately, Y/N's eyes sparkled brightly as she unraveled the single tailed whip and began walking over to Wooyoung with a determined look.

"Remember this Wooyoung? I'm sure you do. It was the very first thing I used on you when you first came to live with me. You were such an unruly and untamed little boy, I had to teach you manners and etiquette........."

Wooyoung grunted when she wrapped the whip around his neck and pulled his face close to hers, a devilish smirk in her eyes.

"Let's relive old times."

With a harsh tug, she pulled the whip off from his neck before forcing him to turn around and face the stone wall behind him. He had no time to mentally nor physically prepare before he felt the first fiery sting of the whip clashing against his skin.

"Ah fuck!"

Gripping harshly at the metallic links above him, Wooyoung tried so hard for keep any noises from spilling it but ultimately couldn't. He was extremely vocal and the seering pain of the whip hitting against his back, ass and thighs had him howling out curses and screams that would be heard by anyone who was passing by the hallway outside. Body flinching, every strike further served to make his already hard member throb more intensely against the constraining device placed on it, aching to be allowed to cum. His precum was already spilling out onto the floor at a dangerous pace. He lost count after the 23rd hit, his mind too hazy and filled with lust as his body ached to be released from his torture yet also begged for more.

Y/N finally pulled back after his back was a bright red color, a few bright marks were definitely going to be left for a couple weeks, maybe a month. Although she felt slightly bad, she knew she had to continue, not only for his sake but for hers. If she was being honest, she had grown much too tired of all the other complacent boys, all perfectly submissive babies who were ready to obey her every command and behaved so perfectly well. She wanted to fill like an actual Dom once more and punish a brat for stepping out of line....

And Wooyoung provided just that.

Her heat pooled out a gush of slick when she saw how his body trembled when she placed a hand on his sensitive back, low panting breaths being exhaled from his chest.

"You look so pretty like this Woo. All naked, back red, sweat already forming around the center of it, your pretty cock with the ring around it..."

Wooyoung threw his head back when she reached over to cup his balls in her palm, squeezing and groping at them so intensely.

"But I know you can look even better."

He stiffened and gasped loudly, the sound getting cut off as he choked on his breath when he felt something being pushed up into his tight asshole. He let out a raspy groan when it was fully inserted in. It didn't take a genius to know that it was without a doubt a butt plug, his Mistress always loved shoving one up his ass every now and then, sometimes even making him go a whole day with one inside him. Hearing her giggle, he held in a whimper when she smacked his ass harshly.

"You always did have the cutest butt." She complimented him.

He let out a dissatisfied scoff.

"Yeah right. I've seen you stare and talk about Hongjoong's voluptuous ass more than once..."

Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, teeth nibbling at his ear.

"Yeah his ass is definitely the biggest, but what's the point if he's too scared to have something shoved in it?"

Letting out a growl, Wooyoung tilted his head away from her, making her frown.

"Still not over that bratty and selfish attitude of yours? And here I was thinking of being nice and actually let you cum as much as you wanted.....but you seem hell bent on making your punishment worse."

Leaving his side, she went back towards the lever and began to loosen it up.

"On the ground, I want you lying on your back."

Grudgingly and with a hiss, he layed on his back, the cold surface surprisingly soothing the burning sensation he still felt on his skin. Feeling generous, Y/N loosened the chains enough to allow him to move his arms as freely as he wanted, though it'd probably be a while for the numbness to go away after having them held up for such a long time. Strutting over to him, she got on her knees and pried his legs far enough to see the red jeweled plug decorating his ass. Bending over, she placed her head so close to his reddened tip, which immediately excited him.

"What?" She questioned him, pulling her face back when he attempted to shove his length towards her face.

"Please~" He pleaded, hips bucking up in the air in desperation, wanting to feel something, anything to help his problem.

"Please what slave? You're going to have to be more specific with me." She teased him as she leaned back in and swiped her tongue up his cock and almost immediately pulled back.

Wooyoung shivered at the feeling of her wet muscle gliding along his length, wanting to feel more of it.

"Please! Let me cum! I'll be a good boy for you!" He cried out.

Y/N pretended to think about it for a second. Then she proceeded to wrap her lips just around his tip, tongue swirling around his slit.

"Oh my! Yes! Please please please!" He shut his eyes at the overwhelming pleasure from just a small action.

Pulling back to spit on his cock, she pumped at the base as her head bobbed up and down and sucked the top. Wooyoung's mouth was an endless pit of constant moans and hisses as he bucked his hips onto her face, cock twitching when she pushed his length all the way to the back of her throat and held it there before gagging on it and pulling back out, the sides of her mouth spilling out a large trail of saliva as she got back to work on sucking him off.

"Mistress! I'm going to cum! Please don't stop! Yes! I'm gonna-"

Just as he was on the brink of reaching the high he so craved, Y/N immediately pulled back when she felt his cock about to stutter. She witnessed sadistically as he let out a pained cry at his ruined orgasm, his hands going to his face and clutching at his hair, hips sputtering and cock wiggling pathetically as he experienced the most intense discomfort and disappointment in his life. He nearly pulled out his own hair as he dropped his arms to the floor and looked over at his Mistress, eyes glassy and red.

"Wh-why would you do that?! I wanted to-"

He quickly shut up when she strangled his neck with one hand, eyes glaring at him.

"I told you I'm not letting you go that easily. If you want your precious orgasm, you gotta beg for it you worthless slave. Show me you deserve it."

Slamming him back down to the floor, she climbed on top of him, dragging her shorts down her legs and tossing them far away somewhere. Wooyoung licked his lips as her wet and succulent pussy came in contact with his face, her thighs placed on each side of his head.

"Now, put that big and loud mouth of yours to work slut. It's not going to eat itself so get to it. If I don't cum, you don't get to cum."

Wooyoung waited for her to lower herself even more before swiping his nose along her slit, shamelessly inhaling her scent. Tongue poking out, he glided it across her folds, paying careful attention to clit. Y/N couldn't resist it and began grinding her hips against his face.

"That's a good little slave, yes. Eat my pussy out like a good little boy."

Running her fingers through his hair, she threw her head back as Wooyoung's tongue skillfully toyed with her clit, lips enveloping her little nub to suck on it. He made sure to hum against it as well, knowing she loved it when he did that. His face was practically making out with her heat, hands gripping her thighs to pull her closer until she was practically smothering his entire face. If there was one thing he had it was eagerness, both to receive but most of all please. Wooyoung's tongue movements were eager and determined, he sloppily licked all over her mound, his teeth sometimes grazing across her folds only adding to her pleasure.

"Ah fuck! Such a good- holy shit! I'm gonna cum Wooyoungie! Gonna cum all over your pretty face and make a mess!"

Tugging his hair harshly, she rode his face in a brazen manner, eyes shut, eyebrows furrowed and teeth clenched as she fucked the poor boy's face. He didn't mind, he just kept his mouth wide open, tongue out to allow her to dig her clit onto it. He was letting out muffled whimpers as her weight practically crushed his jaw, but that didn't stop him from continuing to eat her out like one of the many desserts he loved enjoying. If it hadn't been for the cock ring, he swore he could have cum untouched when her hips stuttered, thighs clenched his head and she grinded herself furiously onto his face as she spilled her juices all over him. He made sure to lap up as much as he could, even after she stilled and sat there to collect her breath. Y/N was a panting mess by the end. Looking down, she smiled at Wooyoung as she got off his face. His hair was poking out in all directions, forehead sweaty, eyes dazed and he had her cum all over his chin, nose and jaw. He looked like such an ethereal mess.

Placing herself back on his hips, she began rubbing herself along his cock, and he immediately responded to her touch.

"Mistress will you let me cum now?" He put on the cutest puppy face he could muster.

"Hmm...i don't know....I want to since you've been good so far...but I don't know."

Feeling her movements slow, Wooyoung bucked his hips up, earning a slap on his thigh from her.

"Don't move."

"I'm sorry! I just really wanna cum! I've been good and I'll be good, I promise! Just please! Keep going, keep doing that. Put my cock inside your hole, even if just the tip but please!"

Y/N loved hearing him beg like he did, knowing she had probably already broken him once more, signaling she won. But she needed to be sure.

"You'll be good? Really? Does that mean you'll behave from now on? Will you even......watch as I fuck Sannie from behind?" She suggested.

At the mention of the other man's name, Wooyoung's attitude changed once again. With the chains rattling, he lifted himself up and began attacking Y/N's neck, sucking and biting down on her skin as his hands began to tear the corset apart.

"Mine! You're mine! I refuse to share with anyone especially that little whore!" He declared fiercely as he managed to tear her corset apart enough to free her glorious breasts, his teeth sinking down on one of them.

Although extremely turned on by his possessive and aggressive behavior, Y/N pushed him away before slapping his face harshly. Wooyoung sat there stunned, eye wide as he stared away in shock. Y/N had never slapped his face before, this just happened on the spur of the moment and she wondered if maybe she went too far.

"Woo-Wooyoung, I'm so sorr-"

"Fuck please do that again." He interrupted her as he grabbed her hand and placed it on his cheek once again.

She was appalled by his request.

"What?! No! Are you crazy?!"

Not accepting her answer and knowing she wouldn't hit him unless she deemed he deserved it, he launched at her once more ripping the rest of her corset off. He scrambled to line himself up to her drenched hole, wanting to pound up into her and fuck her as he wanted. Realizing what he was doing, Y/N pushed him off her once more and this time she landed two slaps across his face. She watched in fascination as Wooyoung's body trembled, his cock releasing tiny spurts of white liquid onto his thighs. She couldn't believe her eyes, he had literally just had a tiny orgasm from being teased for so long and from slapping his face.

It was such a twisted and sickening sight, but it fueled her depraved desires.

"Look at that......who knew you little mutt could cum at the merest of my touches....kinda pathetic don't you think slut?" She shook her head in a mocking way, looking at him with a disdainful gaze.

"Just admit you're enjoying this as well. Your eyes glow with every punishment you throw at me. Can anyone of your other slaves put up with half the torture you throw at me? Hmm? Can they? Admit I'm your favorite toy to play with." He taunted at her.

She calmly got up, ignoring the confused look on his face. He watched her go back to the lever and saw her lift it up. He felt his arms go up once more, just enough so that he wouldn't be able to bring them back down. Then her hand swiftly grabbed something from the table once more. Straddling his chest, he found out what it was she grabbed after she forced it around his mouth, drool coming out as he was unprepared for the ball gag that now adorned his mouth.

"Maybe that will keep your filthy mouth shut for a while as I fuck your cock like I want to."

He groaned in excitement when she pulled the cock ring off him, finally he was going to get what he wanted, a full blown orgasm.

"Oh.....don't get excited and happy just yet slave....I'm not quite done with you."

Having lined herself up on his throbbing dick, she harshly slammed herself down, giving him no time to adjust as she began bouncing on him. Wooyoung didn't care, although he was hypersensitive from being constricted by the cock ring, he felt relieved to have his Mistress' warm and wet walls cover his cock. Although muffled by the gag, he let out joyful mewling sounds as he lost himself in the feeling of her velvety hole. Y/N's eyes stared intensely at him, waiting for him to cum, which would probably come very soon giving how long he had been waiting for it. Just as she predicted, his high came very fast, even he didn't expect it so soon. Through garbled incoherent words, he sputtered underneath her, his hot cum coating up her walls, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he felt the most mind blowing orgasm he's had since the first time he was broken by her.

Giving him no chance no relax, she lifted herself back up and continued to fuck herself on his dick, small mocking laughter coming out her lips when Wooyoung tried to pull his hands around her to halt her movements, only to be painfully reminded that his arms were chained up.

"I'm not done yet you bitch. I still need to cum....let's see how long that takes."

Wooyoung began thrashing his body underneath her, stifled screaming pouring out his throat as he couldn't handle the overstimulation, especially not after so much denial. She could faintly make out the word 'please' come out his lips, but all she did was slap him across the face once again.

"Shut up! Who's the whiny little baby now? Take what I give you. You wanted to cum so badly, now you're going to get it."

Her breasts bounced against her body, her skin glistening from all the sweat it had accumulated, hair sticking to her face as a wicked smile framed her features as she peered down at the poor boy underneath her. Through teary eyes, he let out choked out shrieks as he felt another orgasm being ripped out of his body, legs kicking out in a futile attempt to move her away from him. Y/N only sped up her movements, feeling her 2nd orgasm fast approaching, especially when taking in how much of a blanked out mess Wooyoung was becoming.

"Look at you pretty little slave making such a mess. Your cum is leaking out onto the floor. Such a dirty naughty boy."

Wooyoung had tears streaming down his face, cheeks burning bright red. His mind had completely shut off at this point, nearly blacking out from all the immense pleasure he was being forced to endure. He no longer had control of his body, his body kept writhing and quivering against his will. He was pretty sure even the people on the other side of the mansion could hear his screams, even if they were being slightly muted by the mouth gag he was wearing. In trying to clench to keep from cumming once more, he only groaned as he felt the butt plug that had never been taken off him. He could no longer hold back, cumming for a third time, more violent than the previous ones, body convulsing under the harsh fucking of his owner as her walls also contracted over his spurting cock.

Holding herself up on his thick thighs, her back arched, panting hysterically as she heavily came all over her lover's cock.

"Fuck fuck fuck! Oh my- Wooyoung!"

If he hadn't been so fucked out and dizzy from the overstimulation, Wooyoung would have had a smug grin plastered on his face followed by a teasing comment, but all he could do was just stare up at the ceiling, face blank even after Y/N slowed down her movements until completely stilling on top of him. Knowing he was too worn out to move, she pulled the plug out of his ass before pulling out of his length. She noticed him shiver when the cold air hit his exposed cock, thighs clenching together. She quickly freed his hands from the chains and caught them before they dropped against the hard floor. Finally, she removed the ball gag off his mouth, all covered in his saliva, lips looking sore and somewhat slightly pink. He painfully grumbled when she lifted his torso up and cupped his face.

"You doing ok?" She scanned him all over to make sure no severe damage was done.

Tilting his head slightly up and down, his eyes began to get drowsy as tiredness began to befell him. Y/N carefully helped him to his feet, slinging one of his arms over her shoulder to help him walk him to her room so she could give him proper aftercare.

"Come on my precious baby. Don't worry about anything. I'll run you a bath and then we'll cuddle on my bed. Does that sound good?"

Although he had his head hung low, Y/N knew he was smiling, after all, he was finally getting what he wanted: her undivided attention.

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[julyarchives]

Don’t You Hear Me Howling ||(M)|| 03

Finding out you are a female Alpha sparkled some rivalry inside your pack, and resulted in you losing your best friend and your life turning upsidedown, so leaving for college was the fresh start you needed. Years later, you are about to finish your degree and suddenly this past comes back to mess with your head.

→ Pairing: Yeo One x Female Reader | Kino x Female Reader

→ Genre: Smut; A/B/O AU; Omegaverse; College AU.

→ Words:  3K

→ Contains: Thigh Riding; Riding; erotic asphyxiation.

→ Index: 01 • 02 • 03 • 04• 05 • 06 • 07 • 08

→ A/n: Hey guys! Finally some Changgu action for you all heheh hope you like this chapter :)

“Can we talk?”

“Are you really sure you want to talk to me, Changgu?” you answered, but focusing on the dish as an excuse to not look at him, it was easier for you to keep your cool without getting angry at him again “Better think that through.”

“I am pretty sure.” he said firmly and seriously, “I want to apologize for my behavior yesterday.”

He caught you off guard, not expecting this attitude coming from him.

“Okay” you tried to not show your surprise. You quickly dried your hand on a dishcloth and turned yourself towards him “Talk.”

“Not here. Can we go to my room?” he asked and you thought it was unusual of him, but judged it harmless

You followed him across the house just to enter that familiar corridor. Your stomach froze. Changgu slowed down his steps. When he stopped in front of the same room you were just in with Kino, Changgu turned around and lifted an eyebrow at you.

“Been fucking around in my room again, have you?” He did not sound mad, amused instead. He tilted his head sideways “I guess that you still enjoy being surrounded by my scent.”

“Don’t flatter yourself” you rolled your eyes “I didn’t know it was yours” you said walking past him and entering the room.

“Yet, you chose here, of all rooms. I don’t think I believe in coincidences that much.” His smug expressions were so familiar to you, being brought up with him as your best friend. It was one of his charms. Cocky son of a bitch.

“What’s your point, Changgu?” You said, confronting him. Yet, you were not mad.

He stepped closer slowly.

“My point is, I think that you want to fuck as much as I do. And you can’t help but be drawn to me” he placed both of his hands on your hips, and you couldn’t bring yourself to move away.

His touch was electrifying. Nothing would replace the connection between an Alpha and their beta. His low voice and dirty talk got your core throbbing, even if you were still sensitive from having sex not an hour ago.

“So you think I should put all you’ve done to me behind easily like that? I can’t forget that you completely shut me off after you found out you were under me” You emphasized the word knowing that Changgu always liked to feel the dominant one, but he couldn’t get that from you. Not how he wanted.

“I think,” he stepped even closer, snaking his arms tighter, ending any distance between your bodies, his warm breath tickling your cheeks. “That if you give me the chance, I can show you how sorry I am for not being near you all those years.”

You inched closer, lips grazing the slightest together, but moved back, letting him chase a kiss.

“All you want is a chance to once in your life” you slid your hands up his arms, fluttering eyelashes and joining his little game. Silly boy thinks he can win over his own alpha. “To feel like you’re in command. You want me to let you in control, Changgu. Want me to be that girl following you around in school just eager to satisfy your every need. Would you like that, sweetheart?”

Changgu couldn’t take his eyes off your lips, he nodded unconsciously.

"So you do want me to give you permission to control me? Is that what you always wanted, Changgu? To be my big bad wolf? Let’s see if you can handle me, wolfie. Show me what you got.”

His chest vibrated with a loud growl. He suddenly crashed his lips against yours in a bruising kiss. Different from Kino, there was nothing soft or delicate. It was pure lust and want, amplified by the genetic connection between the two of you, it was desperate. He knew what you wanted. He knew what buttons he had to push you to get you to come undone in pleasure. He knew how to get you there good and fast without you saying a word.

His hand went down to grope your ass and pull you up. Instinctively you clasped your legs around him, and your arms around his neck to support, neither of you stopping the kiss. He hummed in satisfaction when he copped a feel of your bare ass, your ripped panties long forgotten

Changgu backed you up until your back hit the wall roughly, and he pressed one of his thighs in between your legs for support, holding you up just by pressuring you between the wall and himself. Your hand messily gripped his hair, not being able to control the dominant behavior, but he didn’t seem to mind. Instead, he rocked his hips against yours, your bare core rubbing against the thick fabric of his pants. You began to move your hips unconsciously.

“You like riding my thigh, y/n?” he broke the kiss and said in between pants. You bit your lips and nodded, not stopping seeking your pleasure “Imagine how good it will be when I have you bouncing on my cock”

The thought of Changgu fucking you senseless got you to moan

“But I think I’ll let you ride me like this a little more, you look good grinding on me.” He said before attacking your neck

You forced your hips to press harder against him, rubbing against your clit faster and getting you trembling in pleasure.

“Look at you, full of marks that aren’t mine, smelling like someone else.” he licked a particular spot where Hyunggu had just left a bruise. “I can’t allow that, y/n”

He sucked harder at the skin on your neck, his sharp canines digging through. His hand pinning you against the wall holding onto you tighter, probably bruising you more. But the pain was enough to have you whimpering his name.

“Fuck” he breathed out “my name sound so good when you say it like that”

He picked you up again, only to throw you down the mattress, wasting no time taking his shirt off and stepping out of his pants. Changgu looked hot. He then kneeled in between your legs hooking his fingers in between the buttons of your blouse. He glanced at you, smirking before pulling it hard, snapping completely all the buttons, and you yelped in surprise.

You shrugged it off of your arms, pulling your bra out as well while he worked your skirt off. Changgu admired the vision of your naked body under him and you just knew he was loving the dominance over you.

“When I’m done with you, everyone will smell me in you, y/n. They will know I made you moan my name like that.”

You watched him through hooded eyes, his body changed so much since you were friends, his chest was now broad and strong, and all you wanted was to dig your nails in it. You reached your arms to grab him, but he caught your wrists and trapped them above your head using one of his hands.

“You will only touch me when I say so” he said, towering over you.

You leaned up and caught him in a kiss. You thought for a second that your younger self would be having butterflies all over her stomach for just kissing Changgu like this. But your current self only felt wetness pooling in between your thighs.

The blond kissed down your neck and chest, never letting go of your hands, and caught your nipple, swirling his tongue around it. You squirm around, eager to touch yourself and enjoy the insane amount of pleasure he’s giving you. You feel him grinning against your skin. You tried to buck your hips up, but his other hand pressed it down strongly.

“Don’t. Move.” He growled

He didn’t stop sucking in your sensitive nipple, the hand on your hip slid upwards for him to play with the other one, twisting and pinching it as he pleased. The urge to touch yourself was unbearable, you could already feel your juices leaking down your thighs.

“Changgu, please” you whispered.

He let go of your nipple with a pop, just to look at you and smirk

“Say that again”

“Changgu pleease” you whimpered, this time risking to roll your hips against him again

“Tell me what you want, y/n” He stared at you deeply

His lips were a dark shade of pink, coated with his saliva, his hair starting to stick to his forehead. He never looked so good before.

“Please, touch me!” your voice came out all whiny

“I am touching you, y/n, you have to be more specific than that.” he chuckled maliciously.

You growled, but it only made his grin wider.

“I need you inside me, Changgu, please!” you finally cave in

He leaned closer to your years and finally whispered

“All you had to do was ask” and winked, mentioning the same thing you’ve said to him before.

You growled again, but he was just amused with your struggle. He swiftly used his free hand to reach down and shimmy out of his underwear, before pumping himself a couple of times.

He penetrated you painfully slowly, closing his eyes and grunting. His hips began to move at the same pace, though he took his time to get deep inside of you.

You hooked your legs around his bottom, pushing him against yourself, encouraging him to go faster. But your action didn’t go unnoticed. A sharp crack echoed around the room, taking you by surprise. Your eyes widened and a growl died in your throat. His hand caressed the stinging spot but he followed it with another harsh slap. This time you couldn’t hold back a moan.

With each slap you clenched harder around him, getting him to move faster as you wanted. Your sense of being still in control no matter what made you smirk. As Changgu’s thrust became harder so did his noises. His voice getting deeper with each grunt and moan, neither of you worrying about being heard.

He caressed your body and it rose goosebumps all the way. It was like Changgu was reading your mind like he knew exactly how and where to touch, and it gave him pleasure too. Maybe the connection between you made you share strong sensations, and that’s why sex with him is so intense. You can’t say you’ve been curious about this before, but the reality was better than you could have imagined.

He angled his thrusts and slammed into you, hitting your swollen g-spot. Your body began to tremble and before you realized you were reaching your third orgasm of the day, your fingernails dug into the flesh of your palms, seeking something to grab to handle the intensity, while his hand tightened around your wrists.

As soon as you finished riding your high, Changgu finally let go of your wrist, but only to grab you roughly and put you on your knees, holding your waist while you supported yourself holding against the headboard and perking your ass up.

You bounced yourself to meet his thrusts, the loud sound of skin hitting skin filled up the room along with his loud grunts and the bed cracking strongly. You could tell Changgu was close by his shaky breath and louder moans, but his thrusts never became sloppier or slower. Instead, he aggressively snapped into you, his hands holding you strongly by the hips, you couldn’t help but be loud yourself from all the overstimulation.

Changgu came intensely, bruisingly grabbing you and guiding your hips on the best way for him. As he was riding out from his high, still not losing speed, you heard a loud noise and it was all too fast when his bed broke to the ground, throwing your body against his chest.

“That good, huh?” he said and you could just hear him smug.

You got off of him, laying by his side, and tapped his chest a couple of times

“Yeah, it was not so bad after all” you replied, teasing him.

He was quick to find his way on top of you again, pinning you against the mattress now on the floor. He leaned over you to speak seductively closer to your year:

“I think you begging me to fuck you, and all your loud noises meant more than ‘not so bad.”

You caught him off guard, bucking your hips up you threw your weight against him and quickly overpowered him, switching positions so now you were the one pinning him down by holding against his chest muscles and straddling him.

“I think you are letting it get to your head, wolfie” you dragged the last word “I hope you didn’t forget who’s really in charge here.”

You felt Changgu’s body vibrating in a growl

“Now, now. Don’t be a bad wolf, let me show you how an Alpha does”

Changgu frowned and didn’t say a word, struggling to comply. All he managed to do was a quick nod.

You leaned against him, your bodies covered in sweat, and kissed him slowly, taking your time to explore his mouth. Your hands explored his upper body and each touch filled you with sparkles, the collective euphoria of you two being overwhelmingly satisfying to you. His hand carefully traveled all around your body, his touch almost uncertain of its boundaries, but it was not like you would stop him any minute soon.

Slowly you began to sway your hips against his, ever so lightly biting his lips. The atmosphere wasn’t rushed anymore, but sensual, you two just basking in each other’s bodies. You intended to give him time and stimulations enough to make him hard again, which you achieved sooner than you expected. Aching to have him again, you sank on his dick, riding him while kissing him harder, messier, and hotter.

Your nails dug in his chest while you supported yourself and he responded well to the pain.

“Do you think you can handle me, Changgu? Think you can last while I bounce up and down in your cock?”

“You’d be surprised” He answered full of himself

“I wouldn’t be so sure”

You kissed down his neck, marking his skin. You couldn’t help but be territorial, wanting everyone to know that you had Changgu on the palm of your hand, had him pinned under you and you did to him as you pleased. You bit and sucked, getting the hottest noises from him. His hands grabbed your ass, squeezing it and encouraging you to grind on him.

You pulled yourself back up and snaked your hands up his torso, gently wrapping it around his neck. You gave him the slightest squeeze, studying his reaction, which was to close his eyes and bite his lip. The view was gorgeous, he all fucked out because of you. He put one of his hands on top of yours and made you squeeze harder. Hard enough to low his blood flow and allow some air into his lungs.

You knew that deoxygenation can increase the intensity of orgasms and that’s what you were aiming for. He held your hand and showed you exactly how much to press him, so you focused on working your hips until he squirmed under you, his whole body trembling and his face getting red. He finally tapped your hand three times and you let go. He loudly gasped for air, mixed with moans as he came inside you.

You got off of him and collapsed by his side, gently massaging his chest as it rose up and down fast.

“Fuck, y/n.” he said, voice a little hoarse.

“Breath slowly, Changgu” you whispered

Even though you two just fucked each other senseless, this small moment of aftercare felt the most intimate. You just watched him look up at the ceiling, controlling his breathing until it was steady enough to be considered normal. You unconsciously brushed a few strands of hair away from his face as he watched you with big eyes.

Suddenly your heart skipped a beat. You were getting into a dangerous zone. You definitely didn’t want to bring back all those feelings from the past like that, and you felt the urge to run away.

“I’ve got to go” You simply said, getting up quickly and trying to collect your clothes.

Changgu didn’t say a word, just watched you with a confused look.

You dressed up with your skirt and bra, but when you went for your blouse you suddenly remembered that it was currently missing all the buttons.

“Erm… Can you borrow me a shirt? You kinda ruined mine and I wouldn’t like to flash my boobs for the whole campus to see”

Changgu reached for the one on the floor by his side, the one he was previously wearing, and tossed to you silently. You hesitated, to wear something smelling like him rather than plain laundry detergent, but found it might sound weird to ask for another.

You put it on, and even though he is muscular it fitted you well since your Alpha body is bigger than most girls. He got up and put on his pants quickly.

“Let me drive you”

“No, it’s okay,” you stopped him. “I’ll take a walk, it's a short one.”

You left without looking back. You tried to find Wooseok to say goodbye on your way out, but the house seemed empty, so you just followed your path.

…

You got home and showered, getting yourself clean from the messy afternoon, and slipped into comfy pajamas. You relive your entire day on your mind, trying to organize your thoughts with so much information. You had an amazing sex with Kino, then with Changgu. Changgu, your best friend who has ignored you so far, fucked you until you both couldn’t take it anymore. Then it hit you: did he really meant to apologize? Or did he just play you into getting what he wanted from you? Could he be that selfish? The Changgu you knew, your Changgu, wouldn’t. But is he still the same? You highly doubted, so at this point, you didn’t know what to think anymore.

You started to feel used and played. All these years you spent hating on Changgu for just abandoning couldn’t simply be forgotten because of a one-night stand heat sex. It just didn’t change anything. You felt like you fell on a trap. A very well-arranged trap.

You roamed your fingers over the keyboard of your phone, considering to text Wooseok to ask if he knew something about where Changgu was about you, but easily brushed it off. You felt like a high schooler again, confused and upset for being left behind by her best friend. A few stubborn tears rolled out of your eyes.

You curled up into a ball under your blanket, hugging the pillow and just allowing yourself to feel everything. All of the memories of your teenage years by his side suddenly flooded your head, the nights spent awake on the phone or playing random online games, the partying, the lunches at school, the plans for the future. Reality’s contrast was too harsh.

[cottoncandyjester]

Brat! Incubus Hikaru gets stepped by a no nonsense nun darling?

Have I expressed how much I adore you all? Like I just adore your minds and wanna kiss you all

Also I put way too much of my own kinks in this so like sorry?

This contains: pegging, spanking, mommy kink,femdom y/n

“You dumb prude, pay fucking attention to me!” Hikaru snapped out as you were clearly ignoring him. He’s been bothering you for a while now and usually you ignore him and he goes away for a bit to find someone to fuck but this time he’s been very crude and annoying. “Leave me alone Hikaru” you hissed out you eyes going back to the book you were reading but it was soon snatched out your hands as Hikaru tossed it aside

“Look. At. Me.” He demanded out and scowled at you know that you were getting annoyed and more upset. “Will you stop being such a brat?” You hissed out and he scoffs

“If you let me fuck you then we wouldn’t have this issue you prude bitch” he snapped out and you about had enough of his behavior.

Your heel pressed into his bulge making him shudder with bliss at the pain before he leaned forward trailing his long tongue up your leg “that’s all you got bitch? Ohhh I’m quaking” he sneers out with a sly grin before feeling you stomp your heel down making him flinch a small moan shuddering out of him.

“I-I’ll let you try again, I got all night so let’s play.”

Hikaru moaned as the paddle slammed against his ass making his wings flutter out stretching out as he laid across your lap panting softly as you spanked him “will you be a good boy now?” You asked out eyeing his red ass cheeks your fingers trailing his wings making him twitch and bite his bottom lip as he tries to hold back any whiny moans.

“F-fuck off, I-I won’t submit to you. What are you gonna do? Pray for me?” He teased out yelping at the wooden paddle hitting his ass once more. Hikaru at this point was shaking but still wasnt broken quite yet. It Didn’t take much for you to have Hikaru on his hands and knees face buried into a pillow as his ass was propped up exposed.

As you rubbed the strap on against his hole he tensed lightly “a-wait! H-human don’t you d-dar- Ah!” The demon gasped out sitting up in shock face flushed as he stuck his tongue out in pleasure as you pushed the dildo deeper and deeper until you bottomed out inside of him.

“Ngh! B-burns, ah burns so much” he sobbed out and you smirked kissing his wings softly “lube infused with holy water would do that.” You whispered out now placing your hands on his hips thrusting in and out feeling him twitch in pain at ever movement.

“A-ah! S-s-stupid n-nun, ngh! F-fuck! Fuck fuck fuck it feels..so fucking good!” Hikaru drooled out panting heavily wings shaking as you slammed in and out at a speed that made his head spin. “Whose in charge here?” You purred out nails digging into his side making him shudder.

“Y-you! It’s you! I-it’s always been you!”

A firm tug on his wing made him flinch as you leaned down your chest pressed against his back “what do you call me? Naughty boy maybe I should stop..” you whispered in his ear making him shudder.

“M-mommy! Please don’t stop! I’ll do anything just don’t stop!” He sobbed out only making you pick up the pace, his shaking body and cries giving you a sadistic pleasure. “M-mommy!! Fuck yes! Fuck me! Fuck me harder please!” Hikaru sobbed out clearly desperate for pleasure.

“Such a whiny little brat, you are far cuter like this instead of your bratty self” you teased out with a smirk as you fucked him brutally pressing soft kisses along his wings to give him that extra pleasure. “W-wait! S-slow d-down! I’m gonna cum! Fuck, mommy I’m gonna cum!” He cried out causing you to hold him close bucking your hips up over and over

“Cum for mommy, be a good boy and cum”

Your command didn’t go unnoticed, Hikaru was soon fulfilling your order bucking his hips as he cummed with a shaky moan eyes rolled back in bliss a whiny sob escaping him “f-fuck yes!” He cried out.

“So, whose in control?”

“Not some prude bitch that’s who”

You gave a dark laugh, it was going to be a very long night

[unforth]

Are there issues with svsss and consent (Just things I’ve heard I wanna know before I read it invade it’s rly not my thing lmfao) or are they more “issues” like in mdzs?

Hmm...okay, so I read SVSSS a bit ago, and pretty quickly, but the answer is basically...yes there are consent issues but I honestly think they’re actually more mild than in MDZS? But it’s also a little complicated, and some of them are different issues...

(spoilers under the read more)

Okay. So, on an overarching plot level, I can think of three potential things that might lead people to say there are consent issues related to the main ship, Shen Qingqiu and Luo Binghe. Note that I haven’t really seen any posts on this topic so I don’t, like, know what issues people single out? I’m pretty much just guessing.

1. Shen Qingqiu is an advanced cultivator and a teacher. Luo Binghe is considerably younger, and his student. This, obviously, could be seen as problematic. However, I personally didn’t feel it was (even though I’m personally sensitive to this dynamic and generally uncomfortable with it) for a few reasons:

a. Shen Qingqiu has absolutely no idea that Luo Binghe is crushing on him when they’re young. He’s as clueless as can be. (I’ll explain why when I get to “thing two that might make people think it’s problematic”). Like, to a reader who knows where things are going, it’s pretty darn obvious, but Shen Qingqiu is entirely fixated on a belief that Luo Binghe is developing a relationship with another disciple named Ning Yingying, and while he’s occasionally confused, like, “huh why did that happen?” he really is absolutely clueless. 

b. Then, for plot reasons, they’re separated for five years...and when Luo Binghe returns, Shen Qingqiu thinks Luo Binghe hates him (for  plot reasons), and then they’re separated AGAIN for another five years (or maybe it was 3? something like that) and only then does Shen Qingqiu finally realize he’s massively misunderstood literally everything. So...they haven’t had a student/teacher dynamic for about a decade by the time they actually start having a relationship.

c. While their apparent age difference is pretty big, their actual age difference isn’t, because...

2. Alright, so the basic premise of SVSSS is that a young man named Shen Yuan dies after reading a stag/harem novel, and then wakes up and discovers that he’s been transplanted into the novel he was reading...in the role of one of the villains. From that point forward, the older man “Shen Qingqiu” is actually Shen Yuan. Shen Yuan is still older than Luo Binghe, but less so...Luo Binghe is roughly 14 or 15 when the book starts, and Shen Yuan is probably 20 or 21. Now, that might be an awkward age difference if they started a relationship right away, but as I say above - years and years pass before anything happens. First, the story advances by about 4 years (give or take, it might be more even) before their first separation, and then ten more years pass before they get together. So at the point when Luo Binghe and Shen Yuan (in the body of Shen Qingqiu) actually get together, Luo Binghe is probably around 30 and Shen Yuan is probably around 36, which...that age difference is not significant between two adults, imo. 

Further, because Shen Yuan “knows” what happens in the novel, he also knows - it was a stag harem novel. So instead of seeing Luo Binghe’s behavior toward him and thinking, “oh no my student has a crush on me,” he spends ALL the time before the separation being like, “oh, Ning Yingying - she’s in his harem! Oh, that other character - also in his harem! Aw look, first meeting with a member of the harem! Oh oh look he’s talking to a harem member.” He has absolutely no fucking clue and it’s ridiculous.

However, all that said...Luo Binghe never actually finds out that Shen Yuan isn’t the same person as Shen Qingqiu, or that Shen Yuan is even in there. It’s clear in the extras that basically everyone who knew Shen Qingqiu figured out that something had changed and collectively decided... “well the change was for the better so uh let’s just not do anything about it okay?” Luo Binghe isn’t part of that conversation, so it could be argued that while Luo Binghe consented to be in a relationship with Shen Qingqiu, he never consented to be with Shen Yuan. It’s a weak argument, though, since Shen Yuan’s arrival is what derails the original harem plot of the “novel” and causes Luo Binghe to fall in love with Shen Qingqiu - so Luo Binghe never loved the original Shen Qingqiu, he always loved the Shen Yuan version of Shen Qingqiu. So...there is a minor consent issue here since Luo Binghe doesn’t know but it’s small.

3. Now, the third point also relates to the Shen Qingqiu/Shen Yuan divide. Shen Qingqiu BEFORE he becomes Shen Yuan is a nasty piece of work, and is highly abusive toward Luo Binghe. Early on, Shen Yuan is kinda...forced...to continue being abusive? Like, there’s this computer System that’s forcing Shen Yuan to “stay in character,” and he’ll literally die (again, for real and permanently this time) if he doesn’t do things at least somewhat like Shen Qingqiu would. But as soon as he “levels up” high enough that he is “allowed” to behave out of character compared to Shen Qingqiu, he stops being abusive and goes out of his way to help and support Luo Binghe. Now, despite that, I could see a case being made that the weird combination of “highly abusive toward” and then “nice” could be seen as manipulative and gaslighty, so that would open up another potential avenue for consent issues.

Now, on a specific “things that happen” event, all of the ACTUAL consent issues are in the other direction - Luo Binghe toward Shen Qingqiu. Cause Luo Binghe is...kinda a whiny bitch...and he is not very good at taking no for an answer. Like, at one point he literally kidnaps Shen Qingqiu and holds him prisoner. Actually wait, he does that at two separate points. And he always kinda...bullies...Shen Qingqiu in a way that pushes into Shen Qingqiu’s comfort zone.

Further, their first time is flat-out fuck or die (Luo Binghe is the top in the book and Shen Qingqiu is the bottom). That’s explicit, it’s not played as romantic, and Shen Qingqiu doesn’t enjoy it and doesn’t pretend to enjoy it. That’s not to say he’s unwilling - by that point it’s fairly clear he’d like to have sex with Luo Binghe in other circumstances, but it’s very rough and injures him pretty badly, there’s no prep, etc., so it’s not a good experience and it’s not treated as one, but Shen Qingqiu does volunteer because it’s important to him to prevent the “die” part. Luo Binghe feels bad afterwards. Reading it actually gave me more appreciation of MDZS because the scene made it clear that MXTX really does understand consent in ways that hadn’t been clear to me when I read the translation of MDZS.

In general...these two communicate for shit, and so things are never as clear cut as they should be. Also, at least for me personally, I never really fully “bought” that Shen Qingqiu was in love with Luo Binghe. Like, he’s affectionate and indulgent, but in romantic love? I dunno. So in that regard their being a thing always left me a little...unsure...maybe? But that’s a personal preference, and I’m sure there are others who felt differently, and it also might read differently in a different translation or in the original Chinese.

As an aside, there is a side ship which isn’t featured prominently in the novel but is significantly developed in the extras (like, a lot of the extras are literally about them, instead of the main ship). ngl...I wasn’t very interested in them so I didn’t read all their extras? So I couldn’t say for sure? But certainly, those two have some huge power level differences that I could see leading to consent issues, and also, one of them is also from “the real world” and transported in the “novel” (he’s the author) so that also adds a layer of complication.

Sorry if this is confusing...it’s not the easiest book to explain to someone unfamiliar with it. 

tl:dr, I personally didn’t think the consent issues were severe; the structural ones (ie, age difference and teacher/student) might LOOK severe on the surface but aren’t as the story is executed, and the “actual” consent issues (ie the fuck or die) are handled, at least in my opinion, better and more clearly than the ones in MDZS were.

Everyone else reading this...did I miss anything? I can’t think of anything else but my memory is so fucking shot that I can’t say I trust me as much as I’d like to.

Overall, I think it’s my least favorite of the three novels, not because it’s bad but because it just doesn’t quite feel...finished. Like, it’s such an interesting idea, and MXTX does a masterful job of twisting tropes throughout it, and more than either of the other books, it improved my opinion of her as a writer, but it feels a little incomplete, like maybe it was more story than she was actually ready to write? Like...she had this idea and she wasn’t quite a good enough writer to see it through to it’s logical conclusion yet, but all the pieces were there, so the potential is through the rough but the execution is a little lacking. Especially, the ending felt a bit rushed/abrupt to me. Then again, I feel that way constantly so some of that was probably me, I like a lot of denouement at the end of a story. (My favorite is TGCF, with MDZS in second and SVSSS in a close third...purely as a novel I didn’t like MDZS all that much but some of that was probably a translation issue.)

ANYWAY.

I’ll stop now.

If, after all that, you’re interested in reading it, I read two translations:

1. This translation, hosted on Tumblr, is really good but still a work in progress (they’ve released like four chapters since I read it in October.) I thought it was excellent and really enjoyed it.

2. Since that one wasn’t finished, I read the rest and the extras here. It was also good, but not quite as good in my opinion.

Hope this helps!