#aside from like in reader insert drabbles maybe

[tartppola]

deucey & yuu, earlier into their friendship, takes place after book 2, before book 3, early in the school year there were people who didn't take kindly to the prefect entering nrc

slightly related comic

[pedroshotwifey]

what about a drabble about a first date with logan who's trying so so hard to have manners and be a gentleman but he's nervous and keeps messing up and its so adorable and cute????? of course reader tells him to chill out and be his normal fucking self because that's who she likes. I felt so bad for him in a clip that's circulating on tiktok where someone says to him that he's not the kind of guy they'd take home bc that's only for good guys

Okay so I loved this so much and then I got excited ab writing Logan and it turned into more of a fic than a drabble, but here it is 😭

First time writing him so I hope it sounds alright! I did use a little something from the recent movie to add a bit of oomph to the ending. Again, thank you much for this request, it's so cute 🥰

Just realized I made it an f!reader insert, but if you want to message me, I can easily switch some things around and repost if you want a diff reader!

The Right Guy

Pairing: f!reader x Logan/Wolverine

W/C: 1.1k

Fluff/diet angst, Just a few F bombs here, nothing bad (they told me absolutely no coke)

******

You scold yourself as you check the small watch on your wrist for the tenth time in ten minutes. In your defense, the time is absolutely crawling by. Logan should be here for your first date in about five minutes, and you��re nervous as hell.

You’ve been crushing on him since you were hired at the mansion a few months ago, so since he asked you out a week ago, your stomach has been constantly swarmed by butterflies. He’s sweet, funny, carefree, but mature—and not to mention sexy as hell. You really don’t want to mess this up. 

Lucky for you, it seems that he feels the same. He tends to be a little more nervous around you, his blush more prominent when you tease him. It both comforts you and gives you confidence. He seems to genuinely like you for who you are. 

Because of that, you decided to wear your favorite dress for your date. He told you he’d be taking you to a restaurant, but didn’t get specific, so it was honestly the safest choice anyway. It’s one of those that could be casual just as easily as it could be fancy. A few well-selected pieces of jewelry can make a world of difference, after all. 

You glance in the mirror, and then back at your watch. It’s right as the long hand makes a round to signify that it’s two before seven that you hear a sharp knock at your door. You jump up from your seat, slightly startled. If anyone had been in the room with you, you'd probably be embarrassed. 

Thankfully, since you’re home alone, you ignore the scare and head for your front door. You take one more deep breath and pull on the knob to reveal your handsome date. You look Logan up and down, expecting his usual outfit—blue jeans, a white shirt, and either his leather or jean jacket. What you get instead, is a suit. You have to make a physical effort to not show your confusion. Okay, maybe you expected a nicer shirt or something—ironed jeans if he really wanted to go crazy—but a suit? 

“Oh, hey!” Unfortunately, it’s a bit harder to keep the confusion out of your voice. Don’t get it wrong, it’s nice of him to try to dress up for you, and he does look very nice, but he doesn’t look like Logan. Your eyes catch on his hair—the usual tufts you love so much look to be somewhat flattened by a gel. 

It’s while you’re distracted by this that he reveals a hidden hand holding a bouquet of flowers—your favorite, actually. So why do you feel almost…disappointed? No, that can’t be it. It’s so cute that he’s putting all this effort in for you, but you really just want the normal Logan.

“Oh, wow,” you say, trying to shake off whatever this strange feeling is. “Thank you, Logan.” 

You carefully accept the flowers and step aside to let him inside while you put them in water. It’s strange that he hasn’t said anything else yet. Wait, should you say something? No, he usually says something. There’s usually a joke cracked by now. It’s weird that he’s not, right? Ugh, maybe it’s you being weird? The awkward tension between the two of you is suffocating.

You’re almost disoriented with your overthinking as you move about your kitchen, pulling down a vase to fill with tap water. Logan, of course, notices. 

He softly clears his throat. “Everything alright?”

You set the vase down on your island and look at him, lips pursed. Should you say something? Well shit, he probably sees something wrong by now—you’re staring at him like you want to say something. Damn it. 

You open your mouth and close it again. How do you even say what you want to say though? 

“Yeah, everything’s fine,” you lie. Right to his face. 

You smile and walk back to him, trying your best to ignore the expression on his face. Great, now you’re being weird, too. Why the fuck is this weird? 

You breathe out as you close and lock your door, mentally prepping yourself for what you’re really hoping will be a good date. Logan’s waiting for you next to his—

Car? 

Where the fuck is his bike? 

Whatever—it doesn’t matter, it’s fine. Everything’s fine. It’s probably just in the shop or something. 

You give him a tight-lipped smile as you walk to the vehicle, and he opens the passenger door for you. You slide into the seat and wait for him to shut the door before exhaling again. This is all very sweet, but you’ve got to say something. 

You stare at him as he gets into the driver’s seat. Again, he notices. There’s a thick, momentary silence.

“Look, bub, whatever it is, I—”

“You’re not acting like you,” you blurt. 

He stares at you for a second, but you’re pretty sure he knows exactly what you’re saying. You’re pretty sure that’s exactly what he’s trying to do. 

“Logan, you don’t have to put on this show for me,” you say as gently as you can, though it comes out maybe a tad aggravated.

He lets out a slow exhale through his nose and closes his eyes for a blink. You feel bad pointing it out, but there’s no way you can go through a whole date with this stiff act. He opens his eyes back and you offer him a sympathetic smile, your hand reaching out to cup his jaw. He leans into your touch, his own hand coming to envelop yours. 

“I want to go on a date with the Logan I already know, with his bike, and his blue jeans—you move your hand to his hair, messing it up enough to loosen the gel hold—and his crazy ass looking hair.” 

He huffs a laugh, looking at you with tired eyes. You understand how much he must have stressed over all the little details he put in for you. 

“It was very sweet of you to do all this, but you don’t need to perform for me, Lo.” 

He nods slowly, taking a moment to think over everything. “It’s been a long time since I took a chance with somebody,” he confesses, his gruff voice holding an emotion that makes your heart ache for him. “I wanted to be the right guy for you.” 

Your stomach flips. “Logan, you are the right guy for me. You’re always the right guy.” 

Before he can say anything else, you lean forward and plant a kiss on his lips. Surprise halts him for a second, but he’s quick after to reciprocate, his lips moving slowly but passionately with yours. One of his large hands snakes behind you to cup the back of your neck, the other gently tilting your chin. 

You kiss until you’re out of breath, and when you pull away, you let out an airy laugh. Despite the suit, he looks like your Logan again. Wild hair, wild eyes, pink in his cheeks. 

“C’mon, Romeo,” you tease. “Let’s get that damn jacket off and order a pizza and beer.” 

[l0verb0t]

jason todd × reader. | ticklish.

SUMMARY: a drabble about stitching Jason up and what not. WARNINGs: physical contact & slight mentions of gore. WORD COUNT: 280+ NOTEs: second person. saying it now for any of them that will respect my wishes, fetish blogs dni. [no pronouns and terms used to refer to the insert/reader.]

The evening was quiet, apart from his heavy breathing. With his arm resting on his thigh, hunched forward, his head was lying on his hand.

Sitting on the floor, surrounded by medical supplies, blood-stained towels rested on the edge of a nearby table.

"Hold still." With a hand placed on his shoulder, you tried to ignore the texture of the blood dripping down his back.

You pushed your thumb into the muscles of his back to help settle his focus on something other than the pain searing in his shoulder. Through his teeth, he hissed soon after you pulled together the stitch around his wound.

"Sorry." The apology is whispered against his head as you place a kiss on it.

He rolled his shoulders back into your hands.

"It's fine. I've been through worse."

Your other hand trailed up his back, sliding up to the side of his neck with a light touch. Jason snorted and immediately pushed himself back up. It was the first time he flinched away from you that night.

When you looked over to see his face, you found his hand covering his mouth. He pushed you away. Despite the sudden distancing, through the space between his fingers, you saw a smile forming on his face.

"Don't do that."

"Why? The Red Hood doesn't like being tickled?" You wiggled your fingers at him as a tease, but he just pushed your hands aside.

"Oh, har har." Smiling as he pointed at you, he continued, "Keep that to yourself."

You waited for him to sit back down before pulling him back in place. In your head, you noted what happened for another time, maybe when he wasn't busy being stitched together.

[animasola86]

WHAT TO EXPECT FROM THIS BLOG

About this blog/me:

I am a smut writer, I write smut, erotica, porn if you will, stories that usually center around sex. I do sprinkle in some plot and a bit of character development from time to time, but mostly I write explicit sexual content. Why? Because I like to, it's fun, it's what I'm good at.

Weirdly enough, I've identified as asexual/aromantic/aego for a long time, so I live vicariously through the characters in my head. Being aroace doesn't stop me from being horny though or fantasizing about the kinkiest shit imaginable. And that is what you're going to find here. Mostly kink, leaning heavily into the BDSM side of things (written by a non-practitioner, might I add). Sometimes I do write fluff or angst or about “normal” couples/partners too.

I do have some preferred tropes/topics/kinks, which you may come across in most of my stories, but also some hard/soft limits (see below). Aside from that, I am open for anything and always enjoy dipping my toe into new waters (writing this I want to remind you that English is not my first language, I was born and raised and live in Germany, and sometimes I do end up with strange translations in my head, so please forgive me for that!).

By the way, I am also open for requests. Just send me an ask, anon or not, share your prompt or idea or whatever else you like to have explored, and I will try my best delivering (also note that I am no longer an active part of any fandom, so my characters will most likely be unnamed/anonymous/neutral). But remember I am doing this for fun and for free, so no pressure please!

What else will you find here:

As mentioned, I write explicit smut, very explicit (if words like cock and cunt make you uncomfortable, my writings won't be for you. Kindly move on!), I love details and I can write you a 5k words sex scene no problem (maybe I have a problem and just can't write anything shorter, though I tried with my Smut Drabbles).

I also like to write Reader-Inserts, though I will never use y/n (or mc). In fact, most of my stories won't even have named characters. I do like the challenge of just using pronouns (it isn't as complicated when there's just a he and a she/you). Speaking of pronouns, I do focus mostly on male/female relationships, I do have one wlw story, and am currently writing a m/f/f series.

When it comes to Reader (who's female/afab most of the time), I usually keep her neutral, as neutral as possible, but I'm not perfect and can't always think of everything. I still hope you enjoy what I write, even if you can't perfectly project yourself into my stories.

By the way, I also write your classic third-person-perspective, but aside from the Smut Drabbles on this blog, I do upload those stories to my side blog @animasolaoriginal (which is also my dumping ground for inspiration/mood pictures, ranging from spicy to cute).

Things I like to write about:

older man/younger woman - Dom/sub - praise kink - size difference - somnophilia - dubcon - cockwarming - creampies/breeding (no pregnancy version)

Things I don't like/won't write about:

degradation/humiliation/shaming - scat/piss/spit - vore - slapping/violence/torture - racism/transphobia/homophobia/etc.

(A little side note to my likes/dislikes: while I do have aversions to certain things, it is possible that some hints of what's mentioned above may end up in my writings, e.g. I did write some humiliation scenes in my stories or some sort of torture aka heavy impact play (caning in particular, which is one form of spanking I really hate and still somehow always come back to for shock value I guess), but apart from those, I am serious about the other things mentioned! This is a safe, tolerant, feces-free space!)

What this blog used to be/my humble beginnings:

This blog was created in June 2023 when I took a deep dive into the Hogwarts Legacy fandom, my first proper fandom experience. Being immersed and surrounded by so many talented writers and artists really fueled my desire to write again, and lo and behold, I did, a lot, so much actually, more than I've been writing in almost twenty years.

I have been writing fanfiction since 2005, had a good run for five to six years, then stopped writing altogether. I tried my hand at original fiction in between, in German, which, in the end, limited me too much. I didn't want to write just another crime story or psychological thriller (which seems to be the most popular genre in Germany...), I needed more.

I was always more focused on love stories, or rather stories with love in them, because weirdly enough I was never a big fan of romance books. I needed an edge, drama, some contrasts, not your typical A falls in love with B and there's rainbows and sunshine and unicorns everywhere. Boring. (No hate if you do enjoy these things, it's just not for me!)

And so I embraced it completely when I fell headfirst into the world of kink (figuratively ofc).

It may weird you out that I wrote my first explicit smut pieces about a teenager, but those were my beginnings. Sebastian Sallow was my muse, so you'll find a lot of stories and one-shots centered around him on this blog. I later leaned more into the teacher/student trope and focused on Aesop Sharp, and by doing so another love of mine came back to me: the older man/younger woman trope.

My first attempts at original fiction were centered around age gaps. I always had a strange fascination with the topic. Anything goes in fiction, and I do enjoy things most people would frown upon. But this is a safe place, for me, for you, for anyone who's open to these kinds of things. If you've read this far, thank you, I appreciate you, and I'm happy you found this corner of the Internet. May you continue to enjoy what I write!

What this blog also used to be:

As mentioned above, I was deep into the HL fandom, so apart from writing, I also took billions of screenshots, so in the deep archives of this blog (or here), you'll find a lot of HL screenshots, of Sebastian Sallow and other characters, of landscape and scenery, seasonal stuff and more.

As of right now, this blog is solely for (original) smut writing, so I made another side-blog dedicated to screenshots, @animasolascreenshots, where I dump every picture I ever took in any video game I ever played. Which is a lot.

Currently I am playing Far Cry 5 again, but you'll find a lot more games there as well. Before Tumblr/smut writing took over my life, I spent my time playing, mostly action/adventures, open-world, single player games, some MMOs, the occasional survival/building game, etc. My first ever video game was Tomb Raider II on PC, so you know I'm old.

TL;DR:

I am a smut writer (she/her), in my 30s, aroace/aego, who loves video games and sexy times with fictional characters (preferably older men). The real world is a scary place so I indulge myself in fantasy as often as I can, maybe you'll join me!

(older version of this post)

[sxcret-garden-archive]

✨Important Announcement✨

Since I am close to 2k followers, I have thought a lot about this blog and have an announcement to make.

My work is worth more than being silently read and maybe given a like.

I barely have people commenting on my work (whether on a reblog or in the actual comments) or sending me asks about my work aside from the "i love your writing, [insert request]". Fic writers' works are worth more than that kind of consumerism treatment. We're real humans with real lives, and we provide our stories for free. I think we deserve a bit more respect than that.

That's why I want to make the following changes:

- If you want to register for my taglist from now on, you will have to prove that you have a blog where you're already reblogging fics. I will make a separate announcement post about this for the people already on my taglist! If you don't have that, you won't be added/will be removed from my taglists.

- I won't be posting much anymore if nobody interacts with me/my work, whether that's by sending an ask, or commenting under my writings or in a reblog. I'll probably keep writing and posting sometimes because writing is the one thing I love doing the most, but I won't take requests anymore and just do my own thing if people can't even do that much in return.

In the past there have been countless fic ideas I had that were never written because the effort just wasn't worth the few notes I knew I would get for it, plus no interactions. I also keep thinking about wanting to do drabble requests for when I hit 2k, but if nothing about the current situation changes I don't think I will, because I'm tired of wanting to do something for my readers and getting barely anything in return. I'm sure many other writers feel the same - you guys are already missing out on a lot of stories by not interacting with us and only giving us likes (which are worth pretty much nothing on tumblr because they don't help spread our works). So I hope you understand my frustration.

However, I also want to thank you guys for the support you have given me so far, and for liking my writing - especially the few people who do comment and interact with me. And I hope all of you other readers can be a bit more active in showing me (and other writers) that you like what we put out from now on! ✨

[wannabegwenstacy]

Eden's Favorite Fic's (BTS Fic Recs)

Updated Version: Here!

Note: In the past I haven't indulged in tumblr fics often but I recently (past 3 months) have been reading quite regularly & am planning on branching out a bit. To keep track of the ones that I have enjoyed & the ones that I have even came back to I'm making this list. Again, I haven't been digging into the tumblr fics world for long so for right now its a very short list. I'm hoping with time I can get more fics of different types on here (btsxbts, some gender neutral xreader ones, & more ones that I genuinely like)

About me to understand what's going to be on here:

Age: 21 (99' liner)

Sexuality: Bisexual

Pronouns: She/Her

Ult Bias: Yoongi

Trio: Rap Line

I am OT7. I do enjoy smut but don't think it is necessary to FF. Overall I just want a well-crafted plot that makes sense. I read for entertainment & to escape. But I still need some form of realism (just me personally) to follow the trail of events. PSA: I'm trying to find a broader scope of writers I like but for right now I don't have many. There are gonna be some repetitive writers for now.

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Kim Namjoon:

- Librarian Namjoon Universe by @jungshookz

Beauty & the Bookworm (I love this concept SO MUCH)

Pairing: Cute, Good Boy, Nerdy, University Librarian Namjoon x Bratty, Semi-Popular, Procrastinator, University Student Reader

Word count: 20.8k

Summary: You're a procrastinator big time and you may or may not be failing. To get some extra credit you begrudgingly take the library assistant opening where you work under strict dorky Namjoon. Passive aggressiveness, cuteness, fluff, & some smuttiness arises.

Jealous-Boyfriend-Librarian Namjoon (Drabble)

Pairing: Jealous Boyfriend Librarian Namjoon x Oblivious Cute Girlfriend Uni Student Reader

Word count: 3.4k

Summary: You take an Art History Course and end up needing a tutor. Joon offers to tutor you but he doesn't know shit about Art History so you end up getting tutored by an ArtHoe Taehyung that may or may not like you but you are oblivious to this and Joon gets super jealous.

Kim Seokjin:

- Hockey Player Jin by @ve1vetyoongi

HEART OF GOLD (BLADES OF ICE)

Pairing: Sweet Hot New Hockey Player in Town Jin x Ex-Figure Skater (who has a history with jin) Reader

Word count: 20k

Summary: After a fall during figure skating practice dashes your dreams of competing at nationals, you vow to hang up your skates for good. That is until you cross paths with Kim Seokjin, captain of the ice hockey team, who is determined to get you back out on the rink and melt the ice in your heart. (Jimin is a bully in this and their other k-pop idols as characters. Very Very Fluffy and Hallmark Christmas Movie-ish so be aware of that. Overall, it's just cute :) )

Min Yoongi:

Note: these are all but one by the same writer @jungshookz & are written from the pov of a female reader. I'm gonna try to find some gender-neutral fics but for now, if you are female-identifying I really enjoyed these! :)

- Mechanic Yoongi Universe by @jungshookz

Baby, You Can Drive My Car (My favorite AU Fics I've read so far on Tumblr!!)

Pairing: Tatted, Mic Drop Era, Mechanic Min Yoongi x Spoiled Rich, Inexperienced, University Student Reader

Word count: 24.6k

Summary: Welcome to Min Mechanics - What can I do for you today, doll?

Maybe She Can Drive His Car

Pairing: Oblivious, Hot, Boyfriend, Mechanic Min Yoongi x Adorable, Spoiled, University Student, Jealous Girlfriend Reader

Word count: 11.6k

Summary: Yoongi's ex is back in town for a visit and you would be lying if you said you weren't slightly envious of a) how knowledgeable she is about stupid cars and b) how well she gets along with literally everyone.

- Uni Yoongi x Nerdy Reader (mini series) by @jungshookz

Note: these are all drabbles I'm gonna link my favorites in the series. I'll probably add more later.

Cocky Uni Student Yoongi x Nerdy Reader:

^^This is the start of the mini-series, recommend you read it first!^^

The One with the Scrunchie:

Contains: smut, a super cute scrunchie turning into a kink of sorts, slightly insecure Yoongi, experienced Yoongi, slightly inexperienced reader, shy about their own body reader.

Yoongi always had an Overactive Imagination:

Contains: talking about sex, implied smut, reader trying to be productive while also being horny, Yoongi being super distracted and horny.

"I'm gonna need you to shut up now please"

- CEO Yoongi Universe by @jungshookz

Suit&Tie (First Fic in the series)

Pairing: CEO Min Yoongi x Secretary Reader

Wordcount: 21k+

Summary: Young Intimidating Hot CEO Yoongi, Clumsy Secretary Y/N who loves Sugar, Best Friend Jimin. Funny Awkward Meeting that sets up the whole plot, was like reading a Kdrama in book form.

The One Where Augst D makes a Comeback (Favorite Fic in the series)

SPOILERS READ PRIOR DRABBLES TO CATCH UP!! (I recommend The First Date, The One Where Yoongi is Just a Little Jealous, The Proposal, The Wedding, Baby Makes Three, Baby Min's Timeline, The Birth of Baby Min, Daddy's Little Girl, Who the Hell is Augst D.

Pairing: CEO Min Yoongi x Secretary Reader

Word count: 6.5k

Summary: Yoongi finds out you faked an orgasm and he's going to gi-give it to you more ways than one.

- Demon Yoongi by @jungshookz

Hellish (I got some feelings for incubus Yoongi not gonna lie)

Pairing: Bratty, Super Sexy, Sex Demon, Mint Min Yoongi x University Student, Non-Supernatural Believer Reader

Word count: 22.1k

Summary: Jungkook is your clueless, energetic best friend. Wonho is a character in this fic, You are dragged into summoning a demon one night by your overly excited to be summoning a demon? best friend Jungkook. Spooky but Kind of Sexy Shit Happens! (This is probably my second favorite Yoongi Fic I've read!)

- Basketball Captain Yoongi by @jungshookz

Basketball Captain Yoongi

Pairing: Cocky, Popular, Charming Captain of the Basketball Team Min Yoongi x Water girl University Student Reader (who has been crushing on Yoongi hard for some time)

Word count: 18.4k

Summary: Jungkook is your athletic bro of a best friend that signs you up to be his replacement as the water boy (girl in this case) after he makes the team. You have had a pathetic schoolgirl crush on Yoongi for a while and is basically the only reason you agreed to be the water girl aside from spending time with Jungkook. It's fluffy & smutty!

- Android Yoongi @jungshookz

Technologically in love (..I cried! but I also smiled a lot so you know this is well written)

Pairing: Personal Assistant Prototype but SUPER Lifelike Android Min Yoongi x Messy, Junkfood, & Cartoons Loving Reader (basically your early 20s living alone kind of vibe)

Word count: 24k+

Summary: You live in a Detroit Becoming Human type universe but prior to a lot of the advancements. Androids are already a thing but not to the level the M1N Y00NG1 is yet. You are best friends with all the boys and they happen to be engineers which is how you ended up with Yoongi in the first place. Namjoon created Yoongi as a personal assistant prototype android & you are told to live with him. Things get fluffy, SUPER ANGSTY, and super smutty!

- Listen Closely by @avveh

Listen Closely ( sexiest Yoongi fic I have read so far, I kept wanting to go back and read again)

Pairing: Tsundere Office Worker Min Yoongi x Hardworking Office Worker Reader

Word count: 12.2k

Summary: Unintentionally, you stumble upon something that makes you view your coworker Min Yoongi in a whole new light. (SMUT 18+: Masturbation, voyeurism, exhibitionism, breathplay, spanking, degrading names.)

Jung Hoseok:

- Secret Boyfriend Hoseok by @kpopfanfictrash

Keeping a Secret (this took me places...Idk about you but I have trouble finding really good Hoseok fics and this one was perfect. One of my favorite fics on this website)

Pairing: New Relationship Dom Hoseok x New Relationship Tease Reader

Word count: 3.7k

Summary: You and Hoseok have been hooking up for a few weeks now. No one in your friend group knows. What happens then, when he shows up at movie night looking better than anticipated? SMUT!

- Studio Sex Hoseok by @joonbird

Studio:

Pairing: Boyfriend BTS Hoseok x Girlfriend Reader

Word Count: 5k

Summary: Hoseok is stressed about his upcoming mixtape, so you decide to swing by his studio and help him relax. (Hobi being the beautiful glorious sexy man he is and putting those ungodly hips to use!)

Park Jimin:

- Jimin and His Pregnancy Kink by @boymeetsweevil

ME, YOU, AND THIS THING WE HAVE BETWEEN US (NSFW)

Pairing: Sweet Caring Domestic but Horny Jimin x Pregnant Hormonal Reader

Word count:~3.7k

Warnings (aka what to prepare for): everything is graphic and gross lmao, blowjobs (face f*cking), boob job (not the one w/ silicon inserts), cunnilingus, dom!jimin if u squint, cumplay if u squint again, dirty talk/degrading language, penetrative sex (doggy style), unprotected sex, PREGNANCY KINK that’s a big one

Summary: You’re pregnant and Jimin is…happy about it (If I remember correctly this one is 25% cute domestic Jimin trying to calm his hormonal pregnant partner and 75% pure filth aka Jimin having a pregnancy kink and trying to hide it but not well at all. This is however my ultimate fav Jimin smut I have ever read!)

- Crush/Neighbor Jimin by @sketchguk

Lover to Lean On: (I absolutely adore this fic. Overall it's just really well written and I felt like I was watching a show in my head rather than reading a short Tumblr fic. Highly recommend it!)

Pairing: Cute Customer & Neighbor Jimin x Florist Reader

Word Count: 19.9k

Summary: For months, you can hear your no-face neighbor and his ‘girlfriend’ singing and dancing and laughing and falling in love. Above all, you can hear their bed banging against your shared wall, and they won’t ever let you sleep. You’d much rather stay up at night worrying about your own problems, like the weight of an unrequited crush, so of course, you’re bitterly single. But one day, the apartment is radio silent. And one day slowly turns into one week and then into an immeasurable amount of time since you’ve heard his laugh. So on Valentine’s Day, when you’re missing it the most, you beg your neighbor to open up to you with cookies in one hand and two broken hearts in the other.

Kim Taehyung:

-Roommate Taehyung Universe by @jungshookz

Stuck with You

Pairing: Frat Bro bit of an asshole Roommate Kim Taehyung x Clean Organized bit of a Pushover Reader

Word count: 37k

Summary: Kim Taehyung becoming your new roommate is definitely up there on the list of the worst things to ever happen to you. Librarian Namjoon is your Best friend and ex-roommate. Frat bro Jeon Jungkook makes an appearance. There is so smut and implied smut.

The One with the One Year Anniversary (Drabble)

Pairing: The cutest domestic boyfriend Kim Taehyung x girlfriend reader

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: NO SPOILERS! so I'm going to give you a quote: "well, um, look! I made breakfast for you. f-for us!" Also, SFW

Jeon Jungkook:

- Gamer Jungkook by @softyoongiionly

PRESS START (this is the cutest fucking smut type fic I have ever read! it is so pure and is the exact type of relationship I want! IT MADE ME SIMP SO HARD!) gender-neutral I believe!

Pairing: Night owl Gamer Domestic Boyfriend Jeon Jungkook x Witty Domestic Cutesy Relationship Reader

Word count: 5.5k

Summary: A night in with your boyfriend Jungkook includes all kinds of things: anime, witty banter, snacks from 7-Eleven and, you know, sex. (GREAT READ!! I AM A SIMP FOR THIS FIC!!)

[sunkisseddaffodils]

Can you do a quick drabble with 11th Doctor and a companion! reader from the American South? 11 would probably be fascinated with their culture but also be super confused by the slang. Thank you!

Pairing: eleventh doctor x reader

Genre: reader insert

An: thanks for the request anon! (Btw I’m really sorry if i used the slang in the wrong way. You see I’m not from southern America but I did try 😣🤧)

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The Doctor was waiting by the TARDIS doors, blissfully unaware of what was about to happen. In the meantime, you were rushing about the place, in a state of panic and anxiety, looking for your bag. When you had found it, you joined the Doctor by the doors and asked him hesitantly:

‘Are you sure you wanna say hi? My family can be a bit mad sometimes.’

The Doctor brushed your comment aside:

‘It’ll be fine, Y/N! So let’s get going. C’mon!’

You had run away with the Doctor a few months ago and it finally dawned upon you that you should probably go back and see your parents. Quickly, you whispered:

‘Are you sure this is the night after we left?’

The Doctor nodded, smiling.

‘They won’t even know you’ve been gone for long. I promise’

You took a deep breath and stepped outside. The sun was setting, it was just after six o clock. You looked up, fondly smiling at your family home. It was small but you had many great memories there. Suddenly, a door slammed open. It was your mom and she was not happy.

‘Y/N! Darn it, where have y’all been all night? Don’t you know how to answer a phone!’

The Doctor stood back awkwardly whilst you were enveloped in a massive hug from your mom. Even though she was slightly pissed off with you she couldn’t help but be relieved that you were back home. Your mom shouted fiercely back towards the house to let your dad know:

‘Honey! Y/N’s finally back.’

The Doctor decided maybe his companion was right and he should just pop back in the TARDIS and wait for you. However, your mom finally noticed the strangely dressed man standing behind you. It was too late, your mom was already introducing herself.

‘So who might you be?’

The Doctor grinned nervously.

‘You can call me the Doctor’

Your mom shook the Doctor’s hand a bit too aggressively:

‘My, my what a strange name. I reckon you must be Y/N’s partner, right?’

‘Mamma!’, you hissed, throwing her an annoyed look her way.

The Doctor couldn’t even get a word in edgeways before your mom was dragging him inside the house, offering or more like demanding him to stay for dinner.

‘I really don’t want to intrude, I just wanted to say hello.’, he adamantly refused.

‘Oh, there really is no fuss. I insist that you stay. I was just fixin' up some chicken pot pie and creamed corn for dinner.’

Half an hour later, all of you were sat around the table apart from your mom was still in the middle of cooking. You shot the Doctor a look as if to say sorry. He was twiddling his thumbs, very confused about the slang they were using. But at the same fascinated. I guess even the TARDIS couldn’t translate what they were saying.

Dinner was finally done and your mom was laying the table. She called for your dad to come eat. As soon as he entered the room, he was staring menacingly at the Doctor. As you all tucked into the food, your dad spoke to the Doctor.

‘Well, I do declare, Y/N’s finally met someone!’

Yet again, the Doctor was about to say they weren’t together but again was interrupted. This time by your dad.

‘Hush your mouth! I wanna know you’re treating Y/N right. Cut if you ever to do something to hurt my precious child, there’ll be hell to pay'

After that night, the Doctor learned a lot of Southern American culture.

[andypantsx3]

ok hi i love ur writing i LOVE how u write shouto it’s sooooo good i am OBSESSED. and so. i had a question. i read ur drabble abt him calling the reader pet names and things like that so maybe my question is already answered but do u think. aside from him inferring it on the reader’s part that that is something they like, would he naturally partake in pet names in a relationship? like something he just does on his own one day? if that makes sense?? (like not to say reader WOULDNT like it but it’s not like. super obvious where he’s like oh yeah this is something i should do but it’s more like. maybe i should try this out. u feel me?) sorry if this doesn’t make ANY sense KSKDJDJDJJ but im just curious some days im like. this is something he would do. and then other days im like. ?????????? LOL

Thank you, my love!! You're so sweet you make my teeth ache lol. 💕 As usual, I want to preface my opinion with the caveat that everyone's interpretation of Shouto is as equally valid as mine lol, and that even the particular version of Shouto that I write is also as interpretable as canon Shouto! So I think that if it means something special for you that he would come up with this idea on his own, then I don't see why he couldn't!!

That being said, I did write the pet name drabble more from the perspective that Shouto noticed it's something Reader liked, and wanted to give that to her (and was a total little shit about it in the process lol). For me, Shouto's canon characterization, especially after the Sports Festival Arc, has been largely about observing people, figuring out where they stand and why they stand there, and trying to care for them and meet them on their level, regardless of his personal opinions.

In regards to his own preferences, he seems kind of conservative and simple to me. And I don't mean that offensively, I think he kind of just takes things as they are and appreciates them for what they are. So it doesn't really seem to me that he would have any innate desire to call his partner anything but their name, unless he was inspired to do either by his partner asking for it or reacting to it, or by an external source (like any member of Class A getting nosy and inserting their opinion on the matter lol). Because regardless of any of the lighter trappings of a relationship--pet names, dates, gifts, etc--the core of the relationship remains unchanged, and that is really what interests him most of all.

So, no, I don't think Shouto has any special interest the pet names, but he does have a special interest in you, and the reaction he gets out of using the pet names on you.

[mangolover]

Hello! May I request prompt 6 with Bennett from genshin impact? Gender neutral reader. Thank you!

Hello!

Thank you for your request!

I really just wanted to do some “angsty fluff” for Benny since I love him too much and want to meet his dads.

Enjoy! 💖

50 Followers Drabble Event, prompt #6 with Bennett

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Title: Two Minuses Make a Plus

Prompt:  “Did you know that you talk in your sleep?”

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Pairing: Bennett x gn! Reader

Genre: Fluff (with a bit of angst if you look into it deeply enough)

Warnings: a bit of sad thoughts, strong language

Spoilers: None I believe

Word Count: 1200+ (once again, i love him)

Description: Both of you were unlucky and always casted aside to walk the world alone. Two minuses. So when you finally met and combined your minuses, you got a plus, a nice treasure and bond that not even bad luck can break.

As someone who believes they are unlucky, I really feel like this is self-insert. 👀

BOUKEN DA BOUKEN!

Adventure with Benny would be epic!

Enjoy!

Two Minuses Make a Plus

You were always casted aside in life. Either it be an adventure, hanging out with people you considered friends or a simple family gathering, you were never truly a part of it. Just a ghost in the background, possibly not even visible in the pictures.

Still, you pushed on, smiled through tears, laughed through bubbling pain in your chest. You were sure you would grow out of your bad luck eventually. No one can be unlucky their whole life, right? Right??

You were a prisoner in your own body, your own bad luck holding a you captive. People always said you should value freedom the most, but only thing you could associate with freedom from your cell was the city you lived in. The Anemo Archon himself gave everyone a choice to be free here. And yet, deep down, you weren’t granted that choice. You weren’t in control of your life. You aren’t in control.

In order to finally take the wheel, you decided to join any adventure team. Possibly the smallest one they had, the one where you wouldn’t be thrown on the sidelines like a plastic bag.

And maybe it was your luck, even if many would beg to differ, but you found the perfect one. Benny’s adventure team. The smallest one they had, with only one permanent member. According to many stories you heard in the guild that day, when you proudly and happily announced that you were joining Bennett’s team, it was laced with bad luck and failure. But it didn’t make you sad or concerned in the least to hear that.

If anything, it made you kinda hopeful. You were not the only one with awful bad luck then, huh? Maybe you two will have luck together, or maybe you two will die on an adventure, with smiles on your faces because you both finally met the mirror image of yourself.

And so, the adventuring began. First it was small, trying to work out the dynamics between you two. Bennett was skilled with sword, while you on the other hand have just picked up a bow after so long. When you were younger, you would go and try hunting with your father, but it would result in empty stomachs or with injuries, so your father just benched you.

You had fun and you were sure Bennett had fun too or maybe it was just both of yours carefully plastered masks of happiness. What surprised everyone in guild the most was when even after two full months, you weren’t quitting. And you weren’t injured in any of yours joined outing, but rather when you were on your own.

You could’ve lived with that. You felt like everything was finally falling into place, slowly but steadily. It wasn’t a smooth ride and it will never be one, but maybe the rough patches were finally left somewhere behind in the distance, greeting the sun as it was setting. Casting it’s orange, purple and pink hues, scattering them across the scenery.

And as the third month passed by, Bennett finally agreed to take you in a domain where he heard from his good friends Razor and Prinzessin Fischl, a great treasure laid hidden, daring the brave and reckless ones to try and claim it.

You two didn’t fit in any of those categories. You weren’t the brave and successful adventures, the big ones that can die peacefully, knowing their stories will be told for years to come. Knowing that their comrades will raise a toast to them instead of letting a tear slip out of their eye and land on their casket. You weren’t reckless either. Knowing full well what your bad luck can cause, you two were always a bit too careful. But bad things just seemed to follow you like duckling it’s mother.

You were both the unlucky ones. The two minuses. Two unlucky souls frantically looking for your luck, hoping it will appear behind a corner any second now. But it never did. At least not until now.

You two made a vow. You will either get the treasure or die trying, your bad luck be damned.

So you ventured deep into the ruins, avoiding every trap, making it to the treasure room without a single scratch. But this was the real test. You and Bennett looked at each other before you thrust out your hand. Both of you smiled and silently prayed that this was your lucky day as Benny placed his hand in yours.

You opened the chest with closed eyes, neither daring to look in case the shine that illuminated your faces was just your imagination, but at last you opened them and let out a high-pitched sound, prompting Bennett to open his eyes out of concern.

There, in front of you both stood a luxurious chest filled with gold and other goodies. You both threw your hands around the other, only to pull away after a few moments with faint pink color on your cheeks.

You filled your bags and started making your way back to Mondstadt. If only the journey wasn’t so long. But the sun started setting and you decided to camp out, sleep underneath the stars. It was your luck day either way, you can afford to have some fun, right?

If only you two were a bit more reckless, the night could’ve gone in a whole different way, but instead you both argued who would keep the guard while the other one slept. You both ended up on that duty in the end. But being so close to Bennett filled you up with warmth. Maybe you started to catch feelings for this white-haired boy with two dashing emeralds as his eyes.

And while you were admiring his beauty, you succumbed to the sleep that awaited in the back of your being, taking you over and giving you the sweetest dreams yet.

You woke up when the sun appeared at the horizon, only to see Bennett next to you, his back pressed to a tree, a smile immediately made its way to your lips.

“Good morning” you mumbled and his gemstones settled on you, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Morning,” he paused and looked to in front of him at the hot and rising star. “Did you know you talk in your sleep?”

You were mortified, your cheeks heating up in an instant. Oh no! What in the hell did you say?

“What did I say?” you mumbled under your breath, hoping he was just messing with you.

“Well, you were mumbling for the most part. But when you weren’t, you said that you really like me.”

Your heart dropped in your chest. You messed up, huh?

“But that’s amazing!” he turned to you with the biggest smile on his lips and grabbed your hands in his.

“I really like you too! And my dads like you too! Isn’t that just amazing? Haha!” he was like a kid that was given some candy and you could feel the butterflies bursting in your stomach.

Soon you both started laughing uncontrollably, full of affection and happiness. You were both finally feeling accepted. You both felt like you finally made someone proud of you and the feeling was amazing. But the true treasure was meeting each other.

Maybe two minuses really do make a plus.

[ppersonna]

pick your filter - pjm | m

mix the colors in the palette, pick your filter. which me do you want? the one to change your world, i'm your filter - filter, bts

↳ summary- You love turning Jimin on, and you’re desperate to make him punish you for it.  Jimin loves punishing you while you listen to his music.

↳ rating- explicit / 18+

↳ word count- 5.1k

↳ pairing- jimin x reader

↳ genre- smut, this is literally just smut, there’s 1% plot and it’s pornographic too, there’s some fluff at the end but i repeat it is still smut. there is no god in this chili’s tonight

↳ warnings- buckle up pals.  established relationship, explicit descriptions of sex, penetrative sex, oral sex (m/f receiving), BDSM themes, spanking, belt usage, dirty talk, derogatory names, pain kink, daddy kink, face-fucking lol, unprotected sex, slight impregnation kink but like not really they just wanna have a baby together and talk about it lol, jimin is filthy and i cannot portray him as anything but filthy but then he has like cute babie syndrome at the end.

↳ a/n- hi i feel maybe 1% shame in how fast i wrote this but whatever.  thank you to @carly-bean-blog for sending the prompt in!  i loved it and went from a planned drabble to 5k words lolol.  one day i’ll be less verbose 🥴🥴 plus enjoy and feel free to send in more requests or just a message to say hi bc as you can see i love talking. also RIP to the wine glass i broke while writing this fic because i hit my table to hard.  wine glass 2020-2020

Turning Park Jimin on was a delicious challenge for you.

When you first began dating, all it took was a ‘come over’ text, and he’d be there in 5 minutes flat regardless of the fact that he lived 15 minutes away.

Now, a few years and a marriage under your belt, it took a bit more.

That’s not to say he wasn’t the same insatiable man you met at university; even after all these years Jimin could easily go 3 or more rounds a night.

But really getting him riled up, getting him hard and wanting and desperate for you was another thing.  Sometimes, you just wanted him to come home and take you right against the kitchen counter, so turned on he couldn’t even make it to the bedroom.

You’re determined to win that challenge today.  

To be truthful, the day was terrible for you, and you were seeking release in the form of your husband dicking you down until you were speaking another language. You were desperate to let loose, push aside the emotional and tender sex that seemed to be more commonplace in the bedroom recently (and you enjoyed equally) but today you needed to be treated like an absolute harlot.

The idea rolled through your mind while you were busying yourself with housework, laundry and dishes.  Options of how to get your husband to take you on the floor, rip your clothes off, make you beg for more, simmered in your mind and made the low flame in your stomach burn.  Lingerie could do the trick, Jimin definitely liked to see you swathed in delicate lace or creamy satin.  You had a nice deep red set that was dying to be used and discarded on the floor.

It came to you as you set your speaker to play some music as you flicked around the house.  Jimin’s sweet voice filled the rooms, causing you to pause as shivers raked your spine.

His music.  There was always something Jimin loved about having his music on in the background of your sex that made him work harder on you, fuck you deeper.  Maybe it was narcissism at its finest, but who were you to complain if it benefitted both of you.

You discarded all thoughts of cleaning the rest of the house as you stalked towards your bedroom closet, gathering the red bustier and panty set, with matching garter belt and stocking clips.  You purchased it rather spur of the moment, a huge sale at your favorite boutique, and you wanted to save it for something special.

It appeared the special moment was now.

You took care to curl your hair, a gentle wave with not too much product.  Jimin loved to tug his fingers through your locks, and grip them in a ponytail as you sucked his cock.  Any product would unfortunately get in the way.  Makeup was minimal, a dash highlight on your cheeks and inner tear ducts, light pink lip stain on your lips.  Jimin had been the test subject of many a lipstick, as you determined to find the most blowjob-proof one.  Needless to say, none of the lipsticks were 100% solid, but it was the best time Jimin ever had as a test subject. You preferred to stick with the stains, easier cleanup for the both of you.

You complete the visual as you swap your grubby cleaning day clothes for blood red lace lingerie, smirking at yourself in the mirror.  The cups of the bra molded against you, encasing your tits perfectly.  Jimin would surely lose his mind.  The panties were simple lace, and you had the inkling that they would not remain intact tonight.   Jimin’s propensity for literally ripping your knickers right off you was legendary.  But that’s what you wanted, isn’t it?  You wanted your husband to be absolutely feral for you.

Step two of your plan was now underway as you slipped onto your bed, perfectly made now, and snapped sultry photos.  You ensured your cleavage and smooth legs were in the shot, a finger on the mouth.  You took a few more, exposing more and more of your body.

me 2:56 pm- hi babe what you up to?

mini 2:56 pm- baby!!!! Not much, just waiting for hobi to get back from lunch so we can practice this new choreo.  

Mini 2:57 pm- what about you? besides being the world’s cutest wife :)

Me: 2:57 pm- oh not too much. I did our laundry and cleaned up the house a little.  Now im just relaxing and missing my babe :(

Mini 2:57 pm- baby :( i’m sorry.  I should be home in a few hours okay! I’ll order in pasta from your favorite place to make up for it

Me 2:58 pm- well, i was sort of hoping you could make up for it but… i don’t want pasta

Mini 2:58 pm- you don’t? What do you want? Pizza?

Me 2:58 pm- [picture attached]

Me 2:58 pm- no, I want you to fuck me until I can’t see straight.

Mini 2:59 pm- oh fuck 

Mini 2:59 pm- baby you’re playing a dangerous game, teasing me like this.

You nearly had him, he was sniffing at the bait and soon he’d bite and you’d reel him in.  You sent the next picture, showcasing your tits with one cup pulled down, nipple on display.

me 3:00 pm- you mean this kind of game?

mini 3:00 pm- christ

mini 3:00 pm- fuck babe, you’re gonna make me pop a boner at dance practice.  You know I can’t come home for a few hours.

me 3:00 pm- hobi still gone?  Go to the bathroom and i’ll send you a video.

mini 3:01 pm- holy fuck asdskadj okay

Time for the pièce de résistance.  Ensuring the speakers blasted ‘Serendipity’, your husband’s full length solo, you clicked the record button and filmed your hand sliding down to your clothed core, rubbing over the mound with a rough hand.  You breathed heavily, sighed, mewled a bit.  

“Daddy,” you gasp. “Come home.”

You end it with a hand sneaking under the band and insertion of one finger.  Leave him not just wanting more, but rabid for it.  The video file is sent before you've even pulled your fingers from their spot resting on your clit.

Minutes passed, you were sure he was watching.  The man lived for your exhibitionism.  

mini 3:06 pm- you better have your hands behind your back and be on your knees when i get home, little one. In the middle of the bedroom floor. 

mini 3:06 pm- i want you to listen to the music and think about me fucking you.  Think about how i destroy your little cunt so good.

mini 3:07 pm- but don’t you dare touch yourself.  Your pussy is only mine to play with, you got that?

me 3:07 pm- yes daddy 

mini 3:07 pm- good.  I’ll be home soon.

Congratulations, you smirk to yourself in the mirror's reflection across from you.  You’ve won the grand prize.  Please make sure you collect your prize from the man with the raging boner.

You idly realize that Jimin hasn’t told you when he’ll be home.  You know that on any normal day he’d be home at 5:30.  But was he leaving early?  Could you chance it?  As much as you wanted to disobey and face his delicious punishment, he also could just as easily punish you by not letting you cum at all. And the chances of that type of discipline tonight was high; Jimin would surely make you pay for teasing him at work by exacting torturous ache the same to you.

You’re spinning the pros and cons of preparing yourself now or later, when you are given your hasty answer by the sound of keys jingling in the front door.  Your heart rate spikes dangerously, feeling like the muscle would force the blood out of your veins with the pressure.  

You squirm off the bed and descend to the floor on your knees, resting back on your heels, and holding your hands behind your back.  You lower your head to the floor, knowing Jimin loves it when you avoid eye contact until he tells you when and where to look.  

His footsteps are heavy, slow and torturous because you know that he knows that you’ll be on the very edge of your sanity.  The warmth in your belly is torched with tinder and starter and is flaring high.  Jimin’s simple presence, just like this, is enough to get you to an incredible high.  Nothing brings you to your knees faster than when he turns from your sweet, adorable and gentle husband into the sadistic and powerful dominating owner of your body and soul.

It takes 5 deep breaths from your belly before you hear Jimin enter the bedroom.  He’s not saying a single word, but you can hear his soft footsteps on the hardwood floor.  Your knees are aching at the pressure of the hard floor, but you ignore it. You’d ignore cauterizing wounds for the man hovering above you if he asked. 

You’re trembling, you notice.  Your thighs are quivering ever so slightly and the grasp on your hands behind you is weakening.  You grip harder, determined to maintain perfect correct form.

Jimin is frustratingly silent.  He walks around you, and you feel his eyes rove your body intently, as if looking for fault or reason to punish you.  He seems pleased when he finishes his rounds, standing right in front of you. 

“Look at me,” he states with authority, but his tone is gentle. 

You finally tilt your head up to gaze at your lover and nearly gasp at the sight.  Jimin is, on an average day, the most ethereally beautiful man you’ve ever seen.  Today, he looks as if he descended from heaven mere minutes previous.  His pink hair is pushed back, eyes darkened with desire, and wearing the tightest shirt you’ve ever seen, making his toned dancer’s body ripple under the cotton.  Tight sweats that leave nothing to the imagination about what he’s packing between his thighs sit low on his hips and you spot just a hint of his lower abdomen, the v line of his adonis belt, and you’re sure you’re drooling.

“Look at me,” he corrects, a smirk on his face.  Your eyes snap to his own again, and he winks at you. 

“Have you been a good girl for daddy?” He asks, and it feels like a loaded question.  

You play it coy.  “Yes, daddy.”

He stands still in front of you, hand stroking his face as he watches you.  His eyebrow arches.

“Are you sure? You have done nothing to upset Daddy? Nothing at all?” His voice becomes teasing, and the smirk on his features is sinister.

You bite your lip. “I sent Daddy a video of me, touching myself to his music.”

“That’s right, angel,” he murmurs and circles you again.  You feel like his prey before he comes in for the kill. “You made daddy leave practice early.  Don’t you think that’s not being a good girl?”

“No, I did wrong.”

“I’m glad you agree,” he murmurs.  “I’m gonna make you regret getting Daddy hard and horny at work.”

He places his hands on your shoulders and you shiver.  His hands are smooth, warm.  You love the way you feel the cold steel of his wedding ring pressed to your skin, a tangible expression of his love and loyalty.

“Stand up,” he directs.  You’re quick, thankful to be off stinging knees.  He lets his hands glide down your back to meet at your clasped hands, pulling them apart and turning you to face him.

He threads his fingers through your hair and pulls you close, sealing your lips to his.  His lips are soft and taste of chapstick, a hint of sweat, and something just so simply Jimin that is addictive.  He’s gentle and tender in the kiss, the kind of kiss a husband gives his wife.  It speaks miles beyond the simple action, and you chase it, revel in it, knowing it’s the last time he’ll be gentle tonight.  

He breaks from the kiss, touches your nose gently and winks.  It makes your heart flutter in your chest.

The control seeps back into his face; it's physically present in the tight gaze of his eyes and the coolness of his impassive features.  It’s a stark opposite of who just kissed you, and you’re breathless at the sudden change.  

“Gonna spank you with my belt, baby,” he murmurs.  A hand slaps hard against your ass, surprising you and making you squeak out loud.  “Lean over my desk like a good little slut.”

You obey immediately, jerking your body towards his grand oak desk. It’s gorgeous dark wood that matches the decor of your room perfectly and makes for a delicious spot for your sexual proclivities without being obvious.  As much as Jimin wanted a sex swing, you would not cave to that.

You bend to fold your body over the desk, gripping the edge and pushing your hips back to allow for more access to your husband.  The speaker system by your bed plays music, and you recognize the opening chords as one from his latest album with his six best friends. A smile slips to your face as the volume turns up, quiet enough you can talk, but loud enough it’s noticeable. His smooth, melodic voice is ringing through your bedroom and through your entire body. 

He stalks in behind you and rubs at your soft globes.

“Mmm, you look so pretty in this,” he compliments.  “You know I love seeing you in red.”

You turn your head to gaze at him, smiling.  “That’s why I bought it, Daddy.”

“Good little bitch,” he sighs.  

As expected, he rips the underwear from your body with one clean pull.  You’re always surprised by the action. He never gives warning.  Your eyes follow as the useless fabric soars towards the ground. 

“Much better.”

He moves away from you, walking towards the closet.  You train your eyes forward, keeping locked on the wall ahead of you, rather than staring.  Jimin tells you when and where to look and you follow that.

The gentle clinking noise of a belt buckle causes your pussy to quake.  You’ve been slowly moistening since you sent the first text, but you were now starting to drip as if you were overflowing.  By the end of the night, you’ll be drowning in it.

He’s behind you again as quick as he left and he rubs the leather belt against your bare behind. 

“What’s your word?” He asks, soothing at the skin with the device that will soon maar it.  Jimin is ever careful, checking on your mental and emotional safety as well as your physical, and ensured a safe word was in place each time.

“Red,” you assert.  He hums his approval and kisses your ass once, one quick little peck, before he lifts back up to standing.

“Count for me, little whore.”

The crack of the belt spanking your cheek electrifies you.  You feel as if every muscle in your body clenches as the sting vibrates through your buttocks and down to your core.  

“O-one!” You’re shouting, distracted by the pain in your ass to care about your pitch.

Crack. The next slap lands on the other cheek now, and you hiss at the pain.  It bites at your skin, and it soaks your pussy. 

“Two!”

He delivers the next straight in the center, hitting both cheeks and letting the sizzle melt its way to a pleasure that’s reverberating through your core.

“Three! Fuck!” you gasp. 

SMACK.  It’s the hardest yet and tears well up in your eyes at the initial whollop, before your hips are writhing and desperate for friction.

“Four!” You’re wailing and you know it makes your husband go even wilder.

“Stay still or I won’t let you cum for a month,” he grits.  Your hips stay put, knowing he’s a man of his word and not wanting to face his wrath.

He continues his barrage, and you’re counting out 15 strikes before he stops.  You’re sobbing, the pain and pleasure surging so forcefully through your veins that your cunt clenches around nothing and you’re dripping onto the wood of the desk.

His warm hands are soothing at the reddened flesh of your ass, the sensation stinging at first, but oozes away to a relaxing warmth against the punished skin.

“Good girl, baby,” he commends you, hands rubbing all over your flesh. “Took your punishment like such a good girl.”

You sniffle in reply and he pulls you up, making you stand on wobbly legs.  He twists you around and pecks your lips again, a reminder that Jimin, your husband, is still there and loves you more than he loves life itself.  It soothes you more than any salve could and it steels your resolve to continue.  It’s easy to submit and thrill at the loss of control when you trusted the master with your entire being.  

“Color?” He asks, checking in with you.

“Green,” you smile. 

He’s pleased with your answer.  He pulls away from you and pushes you towards the bed.

“Lay down on your back.  Head off the side.  I’m going to fuck your throat, and you will take it all.”

You’re giddy as you saunter to the bed and notice that Jimin is proud of the blooming red of your ass.  It’ll be a literal pain in the ass to sit tomorrow, but it’s worth all the doting and affection you’ll receive in return for being such a good girl for him.  The music has changed, another sensual track featuring your talented husband.  It sends shivers down you, straight to your core.

You maneuver your body to lie on the bed, grateful for the soft blanket on your burning ass, and tip your head off the bed.  Your mouth opens complacently and Jimin shoves his sweats down to reveal his hardened length.

You’re licking your lips like his dick is the finest meal money can buy, and he chuckles.  His left hand strokes it, shivering at the cold press of his wedding ring mixing with the heat of his hand. 

“You want my cock?” He asks.

You nod, captivated with the motion he strokes the shaft.  You almost forget to speak, but his harsh gaze is like a whip.

“Yes! Yes, I want your cock Daddy!”

“Tell me what you want to do to me,” he hums.

Well, this would be too easy.

“I want to suck you dry, let you fuck my throat so I can’t breathe.  I’ll let you cum down my throat and make my face so messy from cum and spit that it gets in my eyes and messes up my pretty makeup, daddy.”

His strokes have become faster, and he sucks in hard for air. “Such a filthy fucking mouth.”

You open said mouth again, letting your tongue hang out like a welcome sign to your throat.

He growls, it’s guttural, and it feels as if it’s positioned on your clit, vibrating the nub.  Your bliss is cut short as he drives his thick dick into your mouth and directly to the back of your throat, leaving you no time to prepare.  You whine slightly around it, and he tsks.

“Don’t you fucking dare whine.  Take it all,” he sounds ruthless and your pussy quakes.

He sets a punishing pace, the tip of his dick ramming through your throat.  It doesn’t take long for it to become messy, saliva trickling from your mouth, falling towards your eyes due to the angle of your supine head.  Jimin sounds angelic, the moans that leave the dancer’s body should be recorded and played for an audience, you think.  You’d suffer through hours of this for the reward of his sweet voice crying out your name.

“Fuck, my little cock slut loves it when I fuck her throat, hmm,” he asks, breathy and harsh.  You nod as much as you can.

“Yeah, that’s right.  You love daddy’s cock, don’t you? You love it when I fucking choke the shit out of you with my fat cock, huh?”

The voice of an angel with the words of the devil himself.  The duality is intoxicating and you are head over heels for both Jimin’s inside of him, every aspect of the man you pledged your life to.

“Mmm, you suck me so good,” he’s groping at your tits through the fabric of your bra.  You’re surprised that it’s still on, but you trust he’s aware and always has a plan.  

“Are you crying, baby?” He asks mockingly.  Tears and saliva mix and your face is completely ruined by it.  You nod again and blink.  “Good, fucking choke on it.” he goes even faster and you’re moaning.  It hurts and the gag reflex is there, but the pain gets you off, and you know the second it became too much, your husband would stop in an instant.  

“Little sluts get their face fucked when they disobey daddy,” he chides, emphasising each word with a thrust.  

It’s as if you’re desperate for his orgasm, wanting nothing more than to swallow every ounce of what he spills into you, clean him up and ask for more.  He won’t have that tonight, it seems, as he’s pulling out of you as quickly as he entered.

“I want to cum in this tight little cunt,” he bites.  You slither up from your position and wipe at your eyes, resting against the pillow after he orders you to remove the bustier.  He asks that you leave the belt and stockings on, however. 

“Spread those pretty thighs for me, baby,” he’s discarded his shirt and is sitting ahead of you, watching you.  His gaze turns you on and opens you up like a flower.

Your thighs are spread far and you lean back further onto the pillows to put the star of the show on display.  You’re coated with your slick; it’s slathered up and down your thighs and dripping onto the duvet below you.  He breathes out in appreciation.

“I think my favorite thing about you is how fucking wet you get for me.”  He’s still not moving and you want to beg him to touch you, please do something, but refrain.  “You feel like a fucking dream when I’m inside you.”

“B-baby,” you break character and freeze, but he ignores it and allows you to continue as you sigh with relief. “I need you.”

“Do you now?” he banters, and you nod with wide, needy eyes.

“Touch yourself for me, then.  Show me how badly you want daddy’s cock in you.”

A hand flies to your cunt in record time and you’re desperately eager to spread the lips of your folds apart and rub at your slick and swollen clit.  A breathy, heady moan escapes you at the friction you’ve been aching for since you sent the sexy photo hours ago. 

“Fuck!” you shout, circling the bud.  Jimin’s eyes are glued to your hands, and he watches with awe. 

“Finger yourself,” he demands and you’re obeying before he’s even finished speaking, two fingers slipping down to enter your channel.  You arch off the bed and grip a breast in your other hand, flicking at the nipple for extra sensation.  

He coos at you as you fuck yourself with wild abandon, gasping his name as you slip deeper with each thrust.  

“Add another.”  His voice maintains its even quality, maintained and cool.  But if you opened your eyes, you’d see that he’s salivating at the sight, desperately restraining himself.  His cock is weeping pre-cum and he could explode in an instant watching this too long.

Your ring finger slips in with the other two and you’re keening at the stretch.  The pain is gone in a flash, just a pinch that simmers to a desperate pleasure.  

“You look so fucking good, baby,” he breaks his composure, momentarily.  He’s so in love with you, every single fucking bit, that he can’t help it.  “God, you’re beautiful.”

His words have you blushing, as if they’re the most lewd part of the evening and not the fact you’re fingering yourself in front of your husband while he watches and orders you around.

“Rub your clit with your other hand, love.”

The pressure of your added hand on your clit and the fingers thrusting into you has you soaring to your high and your throat chokes on the air.  “O-oohhh fuckkk!” You whine.

“You close, baby?  You gonna cum on those cute little fingers and get them messy for daddy?” He asks, voice violently serene.

“Y-yes! Please, I want to cum,” you beg.  You know the rules, he tells you where and when your body receives its pleasure.

“You wanna cum?” He asks again, and you feel a spike of irritation.  He’s already asked you that, haven’t you already answered?

“So badly, daddy! Please! C-close.” Words are escaping your mental capacity now.  You’re there, nearly there, just one little tiny string holding you back from the edge of euphoria.

“Too bad.”  

Your fingers are pulled from your cunt quickly and you’re crying.  Tears are forming in your eyes as you feel an ache deep to your womb.  You had been so close, so deliciously close.  Jimin knows this, thrills at watching you edge further and further through the night.  You won’t admit it at the moment, it’s pure torture then, but the buildup to the finale is indescribable.

“You don’t get to fucking cum until I tell you to cum.  Do you understand me?”

“Yes, yes! Yes, Daddy,” you babble, nearly incoherent from arousal and denial. 

He makes you writhe there, pussy so slick its soaking the blankets and you’ll have to change them later but the only thing you think about is your cunt, your weeping cunt that’s screaming to release. 

You feel your breath slowing and know that Jimin wants you to come back down to earth before he’ll bring you up again.

“Good fucking girl,” he kisses your belly, licking at the navel.  He whispers quiet words of adoration as he trails down your abdomen and end at the top of your mound.  Your legs are shaking, no, they’re nearly convulsing from need.

He spreads your folds, and it’s pornographic the way he spits on your pussy, as if it needs any more wetness.  It’s not about the wetness, though, and you know it.  It’s about the message, the ownership.  

“My favorite little fuck toy,” he murmurs, lightly tracing everywhere but the bud throbbing with need for friction.  “I can’t wait to cum inside this little pussy tonight.  Gonna flood your whole fucking cunt, babe.”

Jimin knows the way to your heart, and the way to your orgasms is through his words.  Gentle whispered ‘i love you’s’ in the day and disgusting filth at night.  It’s just another reason in a list of a million why you work so well together. 

“Should we get you nice and pregnant tonight?  You want to make a baby?”  

You nearly sob at his words.  He can fuck you harder with his words than his cock.

“Please!” You’re yelling, tears streaming down your face. “P-please! I want your baby.”

He leans down and smiles for a moment before speaking. “Well, my little wife will always get what she wants when she asks so nicely.”  His lips attach to your clit, suctioning it into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.  It’s swollen and slick, and it feels like fucking heaven.  His plushy lips are working for it, taking you so desperately close to the edge.  

You’re gasping a symposium of his name and praising the ground he walks on.  You’re sure if you died now you’d die a very fucking happy woman.  The world around you is gone, and it’s just Jimin’s sinful mouth suckling at your cunt.

You’re close again, and Jimin knows it.  You’re begging, pleading with him, but it’s useless as he roughly pulls away.

The music continues on in the background.  It’s lighter, and Jimin croons in the speaker as he grunts in your ear.

He muffles your anguished cry with a messy kiss that tastes of you, and he’s thrusting into you.  The slickness guides him in easily and he’s whining against you at the feel of your walls accept him and hugging him tightly as if they’ve missed his cock swelling within them.

“JIMIN!” You’re seeing fireworks as your husband fucks into you, holding you close to him.  It’s as rough and kinky as it is intimate and sweet.  He holds you, cherishes you, while he’s pistoning his thick member into your loud, drenched cunt.  

“I love you,” he whispers, slipping a thumb into your mouth that you suck at eagerly, as skilled with his fingers as you are with his cock.  “I love you so fucking much.”

His eyes align with yours, yours full of tears of absolute unrivaled pleasure, and his with full and never-ending devotion. 

You’re both so close, and you pull him against you to kiss his lips.  You want to connect completely to him as you cum, as he spills into your womb and creates something, someone there. 

Your cunt flutters intensely, quaking in anticipation as it builds and builds and builds.  Jimin breaks the kiss to breathe and warn you, “I’m going to cum soon, baby, please cum with me.”  He’s gentle and sweet, the Jimin who cries at love stories and wears flower crowns now present inside you.  You nod quickly, gasping as the coil winds tighter and tighter.  

Your kissing is messy, passionate, and your hands grasp him everywhere.  You’re tugging at his toned arms and solid back, seeking refuge as the tidal wave grows impossibly high, higher, so so high,

And crashes into you at 100 miles per hour.  Your cunt is contracting and pulsing around him so intensely you nearly black out, crying loudly into his mouth.  He’s groaning with you, the feeling of your already impossibly tight walls clenching down on him demands the orgasm out of him.  He’s cupping your whole face in his hands as he spills into you and your walls suck him in further, so far he could disappear completely.  

It feels as if you orgasm for hours, but it's merely minutes later that you’re trying to catch your breath and slip back into reality.  You’re clinging to each other like last lifelines and the gaze between you is so intense it clenches at your racing heart.  

The silence between you two is long and speaks an entire conversation before your lips even open.  He’s singing so sweetly through the speaker, it sounds like he’s singing directly to you.  “I love you,” you’re whispering to him.

He rubs at your cheeks in his palms, wiping away stray tears of bliss that have slipped down your face.

“I love you.”

You settle into him, unwilling to move a single inch away from your husband, and marvel at the beauty that is your life, your future.  

Jimin holds you close, kisses you gently and sings softly along to the music as you fall asleep, and he adores the fact that he holds his entire world, his future, in his arms.

© ppersonna - 2020 - do not repost on any site, or translate without express permission from author.

[skold]

Honestly I don't mind the tag limit. Maybe it's my lack of attention span but when I see a wall of tags that take me forever to scroll through it sends me running. I only tend to tag things in my own work that are either significant triggers or selling plot points. Also usually all my logic has an angst and fluff and smut metatag because there is a very good chance it will contain all three :)

Just spitballing here cause I know you're a wrangler and I know the fic community is pretty well divided on this rn

no no listen i am 100% in support of the tag limit

(disclaimer that i am speaking for myself, and from my own experience as a tag wrangler, and my thoughts do not reflect on the archive or the OTW as a whole)

i am, generally speaking, a Very Thorough Tagger. the only times i won't tag for something is if i want it to be a surprise, in which case i do warnings in the end notes for people who choose to opt in.

the issue is that, while only half of one percent of works on the archive have over 75 tags, the ones that do are generally huge fucking issues for the fandom(s) they're in. aside from folks who purposely troll tags by putting like entire fucking copypastas and novellas in the freeforms specifically to piss people off, i also don't think anybody likes those works that are series of drabbles/prompt fills etc that have every single character and fandom tagged that the author will write, even if they're not in any of them.

i mean in one of the fandoms i wrangle, which is a horror movie series, there's an author who's made a work for their reader insert prompts, and there's over a hundred ships tagged, all character/reader. and it's a goddamn nightmare to wrangle them all, especially when i'm sharing tags with other horror fandoms, and we're sending them to each other's bins, and it's just so much more difficult for everyone than it needs to be.

the archive of our own is an ARCHIVE. if you have 500 different prompt fills to post then don't feel bad about posting them all individually. not even if they're only a couple hundred words. it's better for literally everyone involved, including the author, because they can get kudos on each individual work rather than only once on the work that's a compilation of them.

i understand the point some folks are bringing up that it's targeting longer fics, but if folks use metatags, you can seriously consolidate down how many tags you actually need to use. to use an example from my last fic, because i tagged verbal humiliation, that's included in the metatag humiliation. so if someone searches for or excludes the tag humiliation, verbal humiliation will be included with that. i don't need to put both tags. i would like to see the archive post a notice further explaining metatag use for folks who are concerned, but they are explained in the tagging guide on the site, so. idk how much it'd actually help.

tl;dr i support the new tag policy and folks who thing it'll limit them should learn to use metatags so they feel like they're still tagging thoroughly

[klvbxlove]

boldness (iida x gn! reader)

a/n: ok i’ll be honest. i have no idea how this idea came into mind; it just did. it was also pretty different than what i usually do, so it was interesting to go through the process of writing it. it’s probably just gonna be a onetime thing, ‘cause i mostly prefer to write fluffy stuff (-w-)

(i’m sorry, but this gif of iida had me feeling certain things. LOOK AT HIM OH MY GOD *insert me literally crying over how beautiful but hot iida is*)

reader-type: gender neutral

genre: romance, lime (**ngl, i don’t know what would be considered lime, but i think this drabble is one**)

trigger warning(s): slightly suggestive content

summary: despite already dating you, iida hasn’t exactly gotten used to showing you affection. however, he decided he was going to change that. the only catch? you didn’t expect this kind of affection, nor did you expect him to be this bold.

word count: 1.2k words

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

key:

(y/n) = your name (f/b) = favorite book

♡ ♡ ♡ (ꈍᴗꈍ)ε｀*) ♡ ♡ ♡

   Iida was making use of his time by reading (F/B), the one you recommended to him a few days back. At first glance, he wasn’t exactly sure why you liked this book. However, the more chapters he read, the more he understood why. 

   The house in which the blue-haired man shared with you was dead quiet, aside from the rain drizzling outside. Despite the weather, it didn’t stop the plans of you and your friends to hang out for the afternoon. Iida wasn’t a controlling person by all means, but he wished he could’ve stopped you from going out. If he had done that, you would’ve been by his side cuddling with him as he read.

   That’s when the realization hit Iida. He’s never shown you much affection before. It wasn’t because he was a cold-hearted person who loathed it. He didn’t know how to show it without being awkward. When you were the one showing affection, Iida would sometimes feel himself going stiff.

   He would think that after months of dating you, he would’ve gotten accustomed to affection. Nope. He was pretty much new to the whole thing. Luckily, you never pestered him for it. But even still, Iida felt like he wasn’t being a good boyfriend to you. Today, he wanted to change himself. 

   Hearing the front door open and then close from downstairs made Iida smile, as it signified that you were home now. “I’m home!” you called out. You removed your shoes and placed them near the front door, which was proceeded by you taking off your jacket. A tired sigh escaped your lips. You were pretty much exhausted today, although you still had fun with your friends.

   Putting down the book, Iida exited the bedroom and walked downstairs to see you. “Welcome back.” He greeted you. “Did you have fun?” he asked. 

   You nodded. “Yep! I’m pretty tired, though, so I’ll go change.” 

   Iida watched as you walked past him and towards the staircase. He ran a finger through his hair, slightly out of frustration. Iida should’ve started by at least giving you a hug or something! Instead, he just greeted you with words and nothing else. It’s okay, he thought to himself. This is not the end of the world. He had plenty of time to open himself up!

    Iida walked back upstairs and stopped at the front door of the bedroom to knock on it. “Did you finish changing, my love?” he asked. 

   “Almost!” you replied. “I just needa change my shirt!”

   You were able to change fairly quickly, so only a few seconds passed before you finished. “Okay, you can come in!” 

   At that, Iida opened the door and walked inside. He stopped in the middle of the doorway as he caught sight of you wearing one of his navy blue sweatshirts. A blush covered his cheeks. Since you were smaller than him, it was a little big on your body, not that you were bothered by it. You liked oversized clothes, anyway. 

   “Something wrong?” you tilted your head, concerned after your boyfriend hadn’t said anything. 

   “N-No, it’s nothing,” Iida shook his head and cleared his throat. 

   “Hmm, if you say so!” you smiled and walked over to the bookshelf to pull out a volume of your favorite manga series that you haven’t finished. You crawled into your side of the king-sized bed and pulled out the bookmark, starting to read. 

   Iida picked up (F/B) and proceeded to crawl into bed with you. He spent the next few minutes trying to read rather than steal glances at you. How was he supposed to help himself, though? You looked so adorable right now! (Well, you look adorable every day). With how small you looked in his sweater (which he knew you would get mad if he said that out loud) as you silently read, smiling every once in a while. If anything, all Iida wanted to do was kiss you.

   But how was he going to do that?

   After putting the book back on the nightstand standing next to your bed, Iida took a small glance at you before scooting closer. He hesitated at first, but he slowly wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You let out a sound of surprise but smiled nonetheless and continued to read. 

   Glancing over the pages, Iida had no idea what was going on in the volume you were reading. It didn’t matter right now, anyway. So far, he already got his arm around you. Now, what should he do next? 

  ‘Hmm, maybe this.’

  You turned your head towards Iida when he lightly patted your shoulder with his hand. As soon as you were facing him, he used his free hand to place his hand on your chin, slightly brushing your bottom lip with his thumb.

   Meanwhile, you felt yourself blush. You didn’t know how to explain it, but there was somewhat of a look of love and lust in his eyes. The moment Iida started to slowly inch his face towards you, you were internally freaking out. You had no time to think about what was happening before he placed his lips on yours, engulfing you in a kiss.

   Iida removed his arm from your shoulder to your waist, pulling you closer. Wrapping his other hand around your waist, he refused to let you go. Your eyes widened in surprise. On one hand, you didn’t expect Iida to kiss you without hesitation. On the other hand, however, you liked it. You couldn’t leave Iida hanging, so you closed your eyes and returned the kiss. 

   You moved from your spot in the bed and crawled into his lap, pretty much making out with him at this point. You ran your hand through his dark blue hair, your touch prompting him to let out a small groan of pleasure. Your tongues practically wrestled to ensure dominance, but in the end, Iida won. One of his hands found itself underneath the sweatshirt you were wearing, and he started to rub it against your bare skin; his touch sent shivers down your spine. 

   Iida, at this moment, felt bold for making the first move. Something simple as wrapping his arm around your shoulder led to him having you on his lap, your lips pretty much glued into a heated make-out session. With another bolt of courage going through him, Iida carefully turned himself over, and now you were lying underneath him. 

   A few minutes passed before Iida decided to break away from the kiss, a string of saliva already connecting your mouths. He looked down at you and watched as you were practically panting to catch your breath. “I-I apologize, darling.” he apologized, the lust, you noticed, almost fading. “Was that too much for you?”

  “No, it’s okay!” you reassured him with a smile. “I just didn’t expect you to be so bold to kiss me, let alone get us into this make-out session.” you wiggled your eyebrows teasingly. 

   “Me either,” Iida admitted, scratching his cheek nervously. “All I just wanted was to show you some affection because I felt as though as your boyfriend, I didn’t show enough. I hope you weren’t too uncomfortable with that. If you were, I’ll tone down my level of affection!”

   “I told you, it’s fine,” you said. “You know I’m not bothered by you being unaffectionate twenty-four-seven, but if you want to show me any, I’ll more than gladly allow it. I mean, I’m your (s/o), right?”

   Iida blushed but nodded. “Y-Yes, that’s right.” 

   “With that out of the way,” you smirked. “don’t you think we should finish what you started?”

   Iida had to admit he liked where this was going. After he smirked back at you, you took no hesitation to bring his face closer to you and connected your lips. 

[crushedbyhyperbole]

Dry Spell

A/N:  Bucky x Reader for @the-ss-horniest-book-club under quarantine endless drabbles thingy.  Filling a prompt from the wonderful @prunes-said-bucky  I did split the prompt up to fit in with the pace of the scene, hope that’s ok.  And hope you enjoy <3

Words:  ~700

Warnings:  Smut, foreplay, bit of swearing.  That’s about it... 18+ only please!

“Shit!”  Bucky hisses against your mouth as he bumps into your vanity.  The clink and clatter of falling bottles and jars makes him wince but his lips never leave yours.

“S’ok.”  You mumble with his lower lip between your teeth as you struggle to strip off your jacket.  It’s black leather, just like his.

You’re both a chaos of sloppy kisses, fumbling hands and stumbling steps; a hurricane of horniness leaving a trail of destruction on its path to your bedroom.  His hands are everywhere, and his kisses are searing, stirring in you a kind of needful lust that you hadn’t felt in ages.  Even before your most recent dry spell.

You break the kiss long enough to shove his overly tight t-shirt up his gorgeous body and over his head. Your eyes raking over every taut muscle, ever ridge and cleft.  Watching how his skin prickles with goosebumps and his nipples tighten.

“Jesus…”  You groan, eyes flicking back up to his face once he’s free of his shirt.

“Like what you see, huh?” He’s smirking as he rushes back in to kiss you, fumbling with the buttons on your blouse.

“Mmm hmmm.”  You nod, sliding your fingers into his hair as you ravage his mouth with yours.  God he tastes like heaven, nothing like anything you’d seen him eat or drink that night, but glorious in neutrality.  It’s really quite addictive.

Blouse off and he’s palming your breasts through your bra.  You really wished you’d worn something sexy but who knew a casual night with the guys from the office would yield a visit from “the A team”, or that Bucky even talk to you, let alone this.  He didn’t seem to care though, thumbing and pinching your nipples lightly through the fabric until you were moaning and gasping.

 The bra came off, unceremoniously tossed aside with his jeans and your trousers as you stumbled the last few steps to your bed where everything slows.  You caress him through his shorts, rubbing and teasing his ridiculously hard length until his kisses on your neck still and he groans against your skin.

“Bucky?”  You sigh as he slips his fingers under the waistband of your knickers.

“Yeah, darlin’?”  He breathes against your skin.

“I just want you to know…”

“Mmmmm?”  His fingers find your slit and he strokes you slowly, exploring.

“I haven’t had sex in a very long time-” you moan as he zones in on your sweet spot.

“Me neither, babe.” Bucky grips your hip to steady you as his fingers tease.

“And I’ll probably cum as soon as it starts.”  You almost forgot what you were trying to say to him, you were lost in the feel of him stroking your clit.  “Or before, even.”

Bucky chuckles, suddenly pushing a finger inside you.  “Is that a bad thing?”  He lifts his head to look at you before he inserts a second finger.

“Noooo.”  You trail away into a low moan when Bucky curls his fingers inside you.  “Not bad.” You gasp.  “Just embarrassing.”

“No, darlin’.  Embarrassing would be me finishing as soon as I got in there.”  Bucky smirks as you practically melt against him, your hand on his crotch idle.  “I mean, I’m probably going to have the opposite problem.”  He chuckles again.  “Too used to my own hand after decades of self-love.”

“Decades?”  You regained some composure when Bucky withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth.  Hooking your thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, you tugged them down. “I thought my dry spell was bad.”

Bucky falls back on your bed with a laugh when you push him.  Climbing up, you straddle his legs and watch him as you take his cock in your hands.

“Looks like I’ve got some work to do, getting caught up.”  He says and you smirk as you lean forward to place a kiss on his weeping tip.  “Oh, darlin’…” he moans, eyes rolling back as you take him in your mouth.

Elation peaks as your inner goddess does a happy dance.  You and Bucky Barnes are going to rock each other’s world and maybe, just maybe, you’ll never have a dry spell again.

[jinterlude]

My Best Friend

↳ Header is made by yours truly, and the photo used can be found here.

—Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (Female OC) —Genre(s): Romance, Fluff, & Crack/Humor —AUs/Tropes: Childhood Friends, F2L, Non-Idol! —Warning(s)/Rating: Swearing, mentions of jealousy, mentions of sex (JK lost his virginity in high school uwu) / PG-15 —Word Count: 1,416 —Summary: After listening to your favorite song as you and Jungkook continue on your merry way to an unknown destination, you decide to confess your hidden feelings for your best friend. Talk about a random moment of motivation.

—A/N: Good morning peeps! I am here with another drink request! This drink was ordered by @dreamingofkoo​​ aka Calzone, and she wanted Jungkook + Wine! I hope it’s romantic enough for you, and thank you for stirring up dormant JK feelings! As always, feedback (constructive and/or positive) is always welcome!

Also, this is written for @bangtan-dreamland​‘s Drinks + Drabbles game! Thank you Eris and BHQ for creating this fun net game!

“Okay, next question, if you won the lotto, what would you do with the money?” asks Jungkook, turning his head slightly to get a better look at you. Though his lingering gaze doesn’t last long as he is an excellent driver, he keeps his undivided attention on the empty highway. 

You hum in response, opening up a snack-size bag of your favorite chips. A satisfied sigh escapes your lips as you inhale the savory scent of the chips. Also, it doesn’t help that you and Jungkook have yet to stop for lunch, so you’re practically starving. 

You insert a few fingers inside the bag, grabbing a few before popping a few chips in your mouth. 

Sounds of loud crunches mingle with the lyrics exiting the car speakers as you begin to sway your body. You start bopping your head to a catchy tune before answering Jungkook’s question. 

“Well, if I won the lottery, I would use some of it to pay off my student loan debt,” You grab a few more chips and quickly eat them, “Then, I will set aside a set amount and give it to my parents and younger sibling. Maybe, my older sister too since she’s reaching for the stars and going for her Ph.D. What a smart duck, she is. Afterward, I’ll put the rest in a saving account and only use it for like maybe my wedding or something.” You answer finding yourself smiling as you think about your wedding—with Jeon Jungkook. 

You can feel this small warm sensation creeping on your cheeks the more you think about it. 

However, those thoughts need to disappear quickly. This is your best friend since childhood for crying out loud. You’ve been there for every milestone in his life and vice versa.

Not for when he lost his virginity during your senior year...to some bimbo...at freaking prom...

Talk about the most cliché thing to ever happen. 

Crumbling the bag of chips, you carelessly toss behind you, allowing the frustrations seep into your body. Even though you have no right to feel any form of jealousy. 

Jungkook is just your best friend. Nothing more and nothing less, and he feels the same way—right? 

“So, what is your favorite song to jam out in the car?” inquires Jungkook, his thumb scrolling through his endless list of songs on his phone. 

You arch your brow. The corners of your mouth turn upwards as your frustration evaporates into thin air. You playfully shake your head, finding a tad amusing how easy your best friend can easily tame the angry tiger that is your temper. 

How does Jungkook quickly soothe any negative emotions away? 

With an amused grin, you shift in your seat, turning your body towards Jungkook and say, 

“Come Get Her by Rae Sremmurd, and I know that you have that song Kookie.” 

Jungkook snorts, ignoring your comment and scrolling back up his playlist until he finds the song in question. 

You cheer as you hear a familiar tune and roll down your window. The wind blowing your hair in all directions, but you don’t care. You just feel free. 

“Somebody come get her! Jungkook’s dancing like a stripper!” You sing horribly, teasing him in the process. You giggle at your own joke as you stick your hand out the window, moving it in a waving motion. You allow your hand to ride the wind current, which brings you back to the endless road trips you’ve gone on with either your parents or Jungkook back in high school. 

You just feel free at this moment with your best friend. No worries plague your mind, and you don’t know what possesses you to do this. Still, you use the song as a motivator to confess your innermost feelings to Jungkook. 

God, help you.

Breaking away from your thoughts, you tune in to Jungkook singing, 

“Somebody come get her, Seokjin has stolen my dinner. Somebody come tip her, Jimin is secretly my long lost sister.”

You nearly choke, breaking out into a fit of laughter. Your laughs cause Jungkook to laugh as well. Then, like two peas in a pod, both your sides start hurting. 

Only the two of you can get each other into this humorous state. No other person is capable of doing so, and this solidifies your immediate plan to confess. 

Whether he returns your feelings or not, you just know that you want Jungkook to be in your life no matter what. 

You guys have twenty years worth of friendship. One measly rejection will not change that. Sure, it will hurt like a bitch, but you will get over it. After all, you have gone through many heartbreaks before realizing that Jungkook is your other half. 

So, this will be no different…

Taking a deep breath, you slowly exhale through your nostrils. It’s now or never. 

Raising your arm, you lightly tap Jungkook’s shoulder. 

Jungkook hums in response as he rests his left cheek against his hand, driving with his right hand. 

“Um. I…” You stop as the butterflies in the pit stomach go into a frenzy. Your cheeks become rosy while your heart drums against your chest. You take a few breathes, hoping your little breathing exercises will help as you quickly give yourself a pep talk.

“Actually, I need to say something. If I don’t do it now, while I surprisingly have control over my feelings, I won’t do it later tonight.” Jungkook pipes up, interrupting your little hype talk. 

A look of confusion washes over your face, but you can’t ask his random statement. 

“I know we call each other soul friends and other dumb shit along those lines, but I don’t want to be just your best friend. Not anymore.” He says in a deep, serious tone that sends shivers down your spine. 

“W-what are you saying, Kook? You don’t want to be my friend anymore?” You ask, fumbling over some of your words as your chest slightly tightens. 

Jungkook instantly becomes alert. His eyes widen as a string of curse words leave his lips. Without a second thought, he turns on his hazard lights and pulls over on the side of the road. 

Luckily, the sun has yet to fully retire for the day, so Jungkook doesn’t have to worry about cars stopping and strangers asking if they need help. 

If he’s going to confess to you, he needs to do while the two of you are still alone. 

Gently talking your hands into his, Jungkook’s thumbs softly caress the back of your hand while love and admiration burn in his eyes. 

“Okay, before you freak out, even more, I need you to listen to what I have to say. Then, you can go all drama queen on afterward. Deal?” 

“Deal.” 

“Great,” Jungkook says with a smile, taking a few deep breaths as the nerves finally settle in his body. “Okay, when I meant by the fact that I don’t just want to be your friend, I mean it as that I want to be your boyfriend. I want to be your soulmate rather than a soul friend.” He confesses as his eyes stare into your soul while you bravely return his gaze.

You note the tones of adoration and love in his gaze. You also notice how easily you can get lost in his eyes. His eyes look like they can hold the entire galaxy in them, and you can spend hours just staring at them. 

“Now, it would be an amazing time to say something. Anything.” 

“I accept.” 

A look of confusion washes over Jungkook’s face as his stare flickers away from your eyes briefly before returning. Then, it hits him. 

Without a second thought, he cups your face and pulls you in for the most passionate kiss. 

“You serious?” asks Jungkook as he pulls away, revealing a bright smile. 

You nod, “Of course. I would love more than anything to be your girlfriend.” 

“YES!” He shouts, expressing how ecstatic he is with every inch of his body. 

You chuckle at how cute your boyfriend is as he starts up the car and pulls out of the emergency lane. 

“I can’t believe I have a girlfriend. Like, you’re my girlfriend. Like what?”

“I know! It’s fucking amazing! I mean, I was gonna confess to you first, but never in a million years did I think you were gonna do it first.” 

“Wait...you were gonna confess to me first? Damn it! Taehyung was right!”

My Best Friend is copyright 2020 by jinterlude, all rights reserved.

[shotsbyshae]

Bad Idea

Warnings: Language,Smut-ish

Words: 1.5k

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader

Summary: Sinday Drabble. You chose the wrong side. You committed the crime. Tony thought you needed the reality check, he never thought Rogers would break into The Raft to save everyone - including you. 

A/N: Takes place post Civil War. An anon reader request, “Bae would ya do one shot inspired on Bad Idea by Ariana Grande??? Steve x reader??? You're such a sweetheart”.

Wishin’ you would come and save me.

He’ll forgive me – he just needs time.

That’s what you told yourself after you were captured with the others in Germany.

He won’t allow it – he’ll fight for me.

None of us deserve to be sent there.

That’s what you told yourself before you were shipped off to The Raft with everyone.

“I never thought they’d send you here,” he could barely look at you that day.

Both of you were hurt – angry.

You’d glanced over from where you sat on your cot, seeing him on the other side of the bars, “Because you don’t think Tony – about anyone else – only yourself.”

“You broke the law, maybe you deserve a time out,” he was still upset with the decision you’d made – the side you’d chosen.

This was your punishment.

He won’t leave me in here – he’ll get me out.

It’s just a twisted way to teach me a lesson.

You keep telling yourself that, even after Clint and Scott are offered deals and released to go home to their families. Sam and Wanda aren’t offered anything. Neither are you.

He loves me.

He’ll figure out a way to get me out of here.

He still loves me.

“You okay?” Sam’s voice questions through the wall you’re leaning against.

You know he saw your face when the guard brought you back to your cell moments ago and you reach up, gingerly touching the bruise that’s already forming on your cheekbone. You just found out the new nightshift guard doesn’t like Tony Stark – not many people do.

As with most assholes, he has the ‘Since I can’t hurt him, I’ll hurt someone close to him’ mentality. Because apparently Tony slept with his girlfriend at a party several years ago. If you had to guess, she probably threw herself at him.

Lots of women had made that mistake and fallen victim to the vicious chain of Stark’s one-night stands.

You didn’t though – you thought that made you different.

That you meant more to him.

“Yea,” you respond to the man next you in the cell. “I’ll live.”

The two of you hear the voices begin to frantically shout. The muffled sound of men grunting in pain as shadows move through the darkness outside your cell sends your body into a defensive state instantly.

“Sam,” you say his name, wanting reassurance that you aren’t seeing things.

“I know,” he responds. “Probably too much to ask for them to be on our side.”

“You’re in luck,” a familiar woman’s voice replies from the shadows.

“Nat,” you hear Wanda say in relief from another cell, and watch as the red head emerges from the shadows to unlock the cell she’s in.

Steve comes forward too, giving Sam a grin before Romanoff tosses him the keys to unlock the cell.

“Am I glad to see you,” Wilson states as he exits the cell, clapping his hand on the man’s shoulder.

“Sam,” Natasha says. “Help me with this.” She’s indicating the power dampening collar around Wanda’s neck and he jogs over to assist in figuring out how to remove it.

“Why are you still here?” Steve questions you, peering between the bars of your cell. “Tony hasn’t –”

“No,” you cut him off sharply. “He hasn’t.” Steve sees the bruise on your cheek and knows there’s only one explanation for it. “But he will – I’m sure of it.”

Rogers nods slowly, “Yea.”

“We gotta go,” Natasha calls out from across the dark room.

Steve begins to walk away, taking a couple steps before dropping his head. He turns quickly, walking straight back to the lock on your cell, inserting the key.

“What are you doing?”

He jerks the door open, the look on his face determined – his voice firm, “I’m not leaving you here.”

1 Year Later

Somewhere in Europe

Being on the run is never boring.

Lonely – yes.

But boring – no.  

Sam and Wanda have taken the jet to undoubtedly let her meet up with Vision, while Romanoff is off taking care of something personal. It would be easier if you had your own room, but unfortunately there’s only one left – two beds.

So, you wait until Steve goes to shower and you quickly get dressed, planning on leaving a note by the door of your whereabouts, because frankly, you don’t want to listen to the lecture. You just thought you could get dressed and out the door before he finished, but plans change.

Steve showers and throws on a pair of black sweatpants before he opens the bathroom door. He stops quickly, towel in hand as he takes in your appearance. A tattered vintage grey band tee is tucked into the black skirt which is short and tight. You’re standing in front of the motel dresser, peering into the broken mirror applying a pink lip gloss.

“Where are you going?” he questions, feeling the water drip from the ends of his hair onto his shoulders reminds him to use the towel in his hand.

“Out,” you say nonchalantly, as he tousles his hair with the towel in an attempt to dry it.

“Out where?” Steve watches as you reach down, slipping a black heel onto one foot.

“There’s a bar down the street,” you respond, before putting the other heel on. “Don’t wait up.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”

“Yea,” your response is snarky. “I’m pretty fucking sure I want to go out.”

To get laid.

You don’t have to say, but you both know that’s exactly what you’re implying.

He doesn’t like it.

The thought of someone else touching you – those perfect, plush lips on theirs.

You were Tony’s, he’s been reminding himself of that for the last year.

He’d done enough to hurt his friend.

He wasn’t going to add you to that list.

You grab your leather jacket and head toward the door. As you begin to pull it open, a hand stops it – slamming it back shut. You hadn’t even heard him cross the room behind you.

“Steve,” there’s a warning in your tone as he keeps his hand planted firmly on the door. Your eyes cut over to look at his forearm – all rigid muscle and veiny. “Don’t.”

“What about Tony?” his question is almost inaudible.

“Fuck Tony,” you whirl around, glaring up at him angrily. “He. Left. Me.” You punctuate every word dramatically. “He fucking left me there. You got me out – remember?” There’s a pause as you take a deep, calming breath. “He doesn’t want me. So, please – let me go.”

You reach for the doorknob again, but Steve doesn’t move, and you glance back up at him expectantly. His jaw ticks and you watch as he stares at the door, contemplating what to do.

“Move,” you say quietly. “Please.”

He flicks his eyes down to you – hard and alluring. His gaze makes you shift uncomfortably, he’s never looked at you like this before. “I can’t.” His statement is simple, but the hungry look in his eyes causes a shiver to run the length of your spine.

The heat from his body pulses around you. “Why?” You challenge. “For him?”

“No,” he can hear your heart racing.

Steve’s a friend. He’s never so much as looked twice in your direction.  

All this time, you thought he was being protective of you for Tony.

That everything he did for you was for Tony.

Maybe he had too.

But maybe it wasn’t.

This is a bad idea.

That’s what you tell yourself as you drop your gaze. There’d be no going back if you cross this line – maybe you’d already crossed it. The day you left The Raft with him or the day in Germany when you stood beside him across from Stark.

You tilt your head back up slowly – voice low, “What do you want Steve?”

His brows furrow at your question before he moves his hand from the door to the side of your face, “I want you to stay.”

You move your hand over his on you cheek, “Is that it?”

He leans closer, warm breath fanning across your face, “I want you.”

Brushing your nose against his, you whisper against his lips, “Show me.”

His mouth crashes against yours roughly, as he pushes you back against the door. Lips sticky, sweet, like strawberries from the pink gloss. Your mouth so warm and inviting, he regrets not doing this sooner.

Your hands are in his hair, clinging to him as you feel his fingers graze along the front of your thigh, inching their way higher. His mouth moves against yours in rhythm with his fingers as they slide the black, barely there, drenched lace panties aside, slipping between your folds easily. You moan into his mouth as your hips grind into his hand. He never knew he wanted you like this – desperate – dripping. He’ll never want you any other way – you’ve ruined him.

If he has to choose between betraying Tony or letting you walk out that door to be with someone else, the answer is simple.

He’ll betray Tony.

Over.

And over.

And over again.

Until you can’t walk out that door anymore.

[carlatsukinamistolemyhamsandwich]

9, 12, 14, 25, 28, 30, 31, 34, 37, 40, 41, 42 and 50 for the Diabolik Lovers Ask Game please! By the way, I love your blog SO MUCH. ♡♡♡

From this ask game.

Thank you for the ask anon, I’m really glad you like my blog :)

This got kind of long so I’ve put my answers below the cut.

9. Do you hate anyone in DL?

Hate is a very strong word, but if you saw my recent post on Shuu’s CL route then you’ll know that I am not the biggest Karlheinz fan. Richter and Cordelia are also fairly awful but I can’t help but feel some sort of pity for Richter as it seems he had a pretty miserable life and while some of the things Cordelia did are just horrible, my negative feelings towards her have somewhat lessened since we got a bit more of a glimpse at her backstory in DF. Menae must have died before Cordelia could really remember her, and we have to remember that she was heavily manipulated by Karl. Like yes, Cordelia is dreadful, but I still think Karl is the big bad of the series. He does so so many awful things and no matter which game you look at, I can’t help but feel that his reasoning is always pretty bleh (even if that probably is just due to not great writing).

Also after that Subaru LE ending Seiji Komori can eat dirt.

12. What do you think of the fandom?

Hmm... While I know some people hold negative views of the DL fandom at large, I don’t think any fandom is entirely unproblematic. My personal experience has generally been pretty good but I will admit I have seen some fairly terrible behavior in the 3 and a half years I’ve been seriously into DL. Then again I also haven’t been this deep in any other fandom and, sadly, I think that is just the nature of the internet.

Still, there are some amazing and very talented people in this fandom, and I feel extraordinarily lucky to have been able to interact with them, so I prefer to focus on that over anything else.

14. Sub or dub?

Sub all the way. When I first started watching anime, I initially just watched dubs, but after I started learning Japanese, I switched to subs to try and pick up some more vocab and now I can’t go back. Also I really like a lot of the Japanese voice actors in DL ^^

25. What do you think of DL haters?

I generally hold the attitude of “live and let live”. If someone doesn’t like DL because of the triggering content (and the way it deals with it) or the sometimes questionable plot then fair enough, it’s not like I think the series is without its problems. The only time I will have any issue at all is if they actively attack fans of the show. If someone is just minding their own business and not hurting anyone then under no circumstances is it okay to blindly attack them over a work of fiction. So yeah, you do you as long as you’re not being a twit about it.

28. Would you ever show your parents DL why/why not?

For anyone who remembers some of the random stuff I post, you’ll know that my mother is indeed aware of Shin’s existence (and Carla’s) which perhaps would have been difficult to avoid given that he’s plastered all over my bedroom wall and I talk about him A LOT (I am just as bad irl folks), but I’ve never gone into the details of the series with her as I feel like she’d be fairly disturbed at some of the content (and it’s for this reason that I would never show her the anime).

You will understand then, why I was slightly horrified when she told me she’d read the wiki because she wanted to know more about the characters I loved so much (like bless her, but also O.o). Apparently Carla is “a baddie” but she thinks Shin is okay.

My parents are also aware of the existence of this blog but, fortunately for me, have no interest in reading it.

30. What do you think of Yui?

I like Yui (I mean what is there to dislike?), she’s a lovely character and has a really good impact on the boys. I’m not as invested in her as perhaps some of the fandom but that’s because I am unapologetically here for the dumpster fire that is the boys.

I prefer writing reader inserts over Yui x diaboy fanfics, simply because it’s fun to see the boys in a slightly different relationship dynamic to that we get in the games (like if you look at my most recent Shin drabble, Yui would never tease Shin like that but I would so reader insert it is).

31. What is your favourite Dialover song and why?

What do you mean I have to pick just one??? Gahhh I love love love Kessen no Dies irae, because it features the Tsukinami bros and it’s just my sort of music but I think my favorite might actually be I.M.I.T.A.T.I.O.N.G.A.M.E. I’m not the biggest Kino fan but Maeno’s singing voice is phenomenal and it also brings back happy memories of when I finished Shin’s LE route for the first time. 

34. Tell us your top three routes! Why are they your favourites?

Hooo boy, this is a tricky one because we all know my bias at this point ^^;; I’ve limited myself to one Shin route because otherwise this list would just be me waxing on about Shin and goodness knows I do that enough already.

1) Shin’s Lost Eden Route

While I like his DF route, I love that Shin’s LE route pays a bit more attention to his feelings towards Yui than his complicated relationship with Carla. I love that it really stretches him as a character and we get to see him relying on Yui, like I don’t know who came up with that plot but BLESS. I think the pacing is very good and the bad endings are just so tragic (and I love really angsty bad endings). And some of the scenario chapters from this route just make me melt.

I also love this route for personal reasons. I’d only just fallen into Shinhell when LE was released and I remember seeing the CGs for his route but there was no information on the plot in the English speaking side of the fandom and it was driving me nuts because I just wanted to know that he was okay. It was at this same time that I had a bit of spare money so I... bought a PSVita and a copy of Lost Eden so I could find out what happened (I was planning on getting a Vita anyway just maybe not THAT soon). I’d only been learning Japanese for 6 months (I am nothing if not horribly ambitious) but I didn’t let that stop me and played through the route. And I loved it (even if I struggled a little with the language) and I was so happy to find out what happened to him. So yeah, I just have warm memories of it.

2) Carla’s Dark Fate Route

While I like Carla’s LE route, I think the pacing and plot of his DF is just a bit better. I love that it gives us the best glimpse at the backstory of the founders (I will take any and all Krone and Giesbach tidbits I can) and I think the progression of Carla and Yui’s relationship is really well handled (even if he is dreadful towards her at times). Also I like Carla, I think of all of the diaboys, he’s one of the ones I’m most similar to so I find it easy to empathize with him.

3) Subaru’s Dark Fate Route

It’s been a while since I played this route but I remember having a really good time when I did. The Vampire Ending is incredibly sweet, as are some of the scenario chapters and I thought the plot was fairly well structured. Plus Carla and Shin are in it so bonus points there.

37. If you could change one thing in your favourite Diaboy what would it be?

I never want to answer questions like this because I love Shin as he is, I don’t want to change him. 

I mean I would like for him to see more value in who he is than just his bloodline and get it into his skull that he is not inferior to Carla but only as gradual changes based on environment (or just idk talking to Carla but goodness only knows that won’t happen unless Carla’s on his deathbed again).

40. Your thoughts on Karlheinz?

See above. But yeah, not a fan, would not be sad if he became the victim of a bizarre fishing accident and never again appeared in the DL franchise but I think that’s a bit too much to hope for. Sorry Karl fans but I can’t get over the stuff he’s done (and also I have had enough of “and it was Karl’s fault all along” coming up in the games).

41. Would you buy the games if they were released in English?

I’m a little torn on this one because I love supporting Rejet and otome game localisations but I own all of the games aside from VC already so there wouldn’t really be any point. I think if I had a LOT of money to spare then I would, but as my finances stand at the moment then it’s a no.

42. If you got to design the 14th Diaboy what would he be like?

Oh this is a difficult one, ideally I’d like to see someone who was a member of one of the other demon races but I don’t think you can really have a diaboy without the blood-sucking, so I guess I’d make them half vampire half adler (as I think they’re the race we know the least about). As for personality... It’s tricky because I feel like the diaboys already cover a pretty wide spectrum. I’d probably make him a cocky jerk because I love cocky jerks and I’d make him fairly witty too but more logic than feelings orientated. I’d have him kidnap Yui because he wants to use her as a pawn against the diaboys in some nefarious plot (that I’m not going to think too much about because this post is not meant to be an OC planning session) and not because he has any interest in her or plans for her himself.  I guess he’d sort of be a cross between Kino and Carla?

I’d give him a vendetta against Karlheinz too because I can :D 

I had to cut this short because I started coming up with a backstory an everything but I think that’s too much ^^;;

50. Do you think Richter should have a route of his own?

Honestly? No. It’s not that I wouldn’t be interested to see the story of Richter with someone who is not Cordelia (even if he is not my favorite dude from the franchise) but more that I can’t see Rejet dropping Yui as a heroine and RichterxYui? No thank you. After all the stuff he’s done in the games and his obsession with Cordelia? I just don’t feel comfortable with that pairing, sorry.