#but fr i don't know if i have any energy left for the rest of the day

[thekittyfox2999]

"I'm in my warrior cats era! :3♡*☆<3" <- is actually in a depressive state

Update: i feel okay

not good, but better

Update 2:

Nevermind

Update 3:

I'm getting better

[claires-mind1]

All Yours

Jake Sully x fem!omatikaya!reader

notes: i don't even know how to properly use this app and I'm not a good writer I'm still learning. so expect grammatical errors and typos. i literally cannot do this i think about him every single second of the day.

neytiri doesn't exist here I'M SORRY i love her sm and i feel so bad but fr tho girl don't know what to do with all that Imao. sorry girl but you HAVE to share. and this is purely just smut so there's no specific background of the characters.

summary: In which Jake reminds you that he only belongs to you.

warnings: alcohol consumption, jealous reader, reader almost beating up some bitch, lack of using y/n cuz that shit turns me off, extremely soft!dom jake, shy reader, reader is drunk, sexual confessions, this is so filthy, oral fem!receiving, face-sitting, squirting, overstimulation, reader cries from pleasure, LOTS of fluff, praise kink, jake finds reader so adorable, extreme size kink, possessive behaviour but it's fluffy, they're just so in love, established relationship.

“If i ever hear you talking about my husband like that again, I'll cut this damn braid off that you're not gon' be able to think about any man ever in that dumb little brain of yours.”

Jake's eyes widen as everyone gasps. it hasn't even been five minutes since you left him with his warriors, saying you were gonna get drinks. he didn't even wanna come to this stupid party in the first place, but seeing you so excited for your friend's birthday and the fact that he can't let you be drunk out here all alone was enough reason for him to get along.

there you were, with your left hand tightly tugged around a girl's queue and your other hand pressing her wrists together on her back. you softly slam her head on the tree as you speak. the people can't do anything but watch since they all knew about your deep hatred for the girl for flirting with jake every chance she gets from the beginning.

normally you wouldn't care since this happens everyday. almost all of the pandora girls had their eyes on him since he arrived, even the mated ones. and you can't really blame them because you've been drooling over him too. but since you knew your feelings were reciprocated, the rest is history.

you, on the other hand, is no different. boys literally fight everyday to get a chance to court you. but then you and jake mated and no man ever dared to touch toruk macto's mate since jake always makes sure the whole clan knows that you're taken, that you belong to him. and now you guess it's your time to express that the olo'eyktan too, is yours and yours alone.

your eyes slightly red under the influence of alcohol as your thoughts go back to how she giggled talking about all the intimate positions she wants jake to put her in. well what she didn't know was that you and your mate had tried each and every single one of them already.

your ears perks up at your mate's voice calling your name and you turn to see jake walking fast towards you. he pulls you from the girl and checks your body for any bruises. your gaze softening as you look at his worried state but quickly turns into a frown when he apologizes to everyone for you and put his hand around your waist, proceeding to walk you home. but you don't say anything because of your lack of energy and the effect of alcohol making your knees weak as you hiss softly.

“are you okay, baby?” jake asks you now that you both are away from the crowd. your knees only getting weaker at his voice almost losing your balance. that goddamn pet name. and the way he says it so casually. his arm tightened around your waist as his other hand comes up to hold your tiny one at his side helping your body up. you feel hot at his touch and barely processed his question.

he hums looking at you who's completely looking down, too flustered to look at him, the pandora ground suddenly being interesting. no matter how much intimate you two have been, you can't help but be shy in these moments. eyes looking at his hand that's holding your tiny one. both of your hands would easily fit in his one palm. looking at those slender fingers reminds you of those nights when he showed you what they were able to do, what places they were able to reach.

your small steps suddenly stops as you remembered his question, “no.” you whisper just enough for him to hear, as you squeeze his hand. you take a deep breath and look up at him, and jake swears, he's never seen such an ethereal being as you and he still couldn't believe that you were his. he patiently waits as you try to speak but kept getting lost in his gaze.

“carry me.” you don't know what got into you as you say your words loud enough for him to hear, suddenly feeling the need to be closer to him. he doesn't hesitate as he proceed to pick you up in bridal style but you stop him and stand in front of him with his hands still around your waist. he gasps when you suddenly jump wrapping your legs around his waist. his hands immediately tighten around your hips to hold you up, afraid you might fall. “like this.” you say near his ear as his breath hitches feeling your own.

“but we're in public sweetheart,”

“and? we're not doing anything?”

you press yourself harder against him and bury your face into his neck. he starts walking and you can't help but notice how strong he is, again, carrying you like you weigh as a feather. you wonder how he felt when he saw your jealous state moments ago. did he find you hot and wanted to kiss you right there just like you did whenever he showed his possessive side? or did he just think that you're an insecure annoying bitch?

him on the other hand though, he sure as hell went with the first one. and he's gonna make sure you know that.

“you do know that I'm all yours right?” and he even dared to press a quick kiss on your shoulder after saying that, like a fucking cherry on top. you almost let a moan out as you unintentionally pressed the specific part of your body between your legs against his pelvic bone, your thighs slightly shaking at the friction. and that alone was enough for jake to know what was up.

he smiles as he gives more kisses on your shoulder and you whine when he starts pressing your body to his. his ears twitching when dick hardening moans of his name fell off your soft lips. “shh, we're here baby,” he walks past the entrance of the tent that you both share. he sits down on the mat and attempts to lift you off his lap before you straddle his thighs again. “no! stay.”

you swipe your thumb against his lips before eagerly kissing him. he returns the same energy, you both only stopping to take breaths. “gotta clean you up baby, aren't you tired?” he asks and you can only shake your head as you're too busy biting and kissing his neck, you smile when you feel his cock right under you. you're sure that your loincloth is soaked as you grind on him.

he feels like he might accidently fuck your brains out right here from the way you're grinding your cunt on his very much hardened dick. he can literally feel how wet you are from the way your slick's transferring through your loincloth to his own. and the way you're marking his body up isn't helping either. especially when he knows why you're doing it all considering usually, he's the one who does it. but he held back, letting you do whatever you want to him.

but when he notices you getting rougher with your ministrations, “are you in heat baby?” he jokes. and you stop momentarily to look him straight in the eyes, making sure to let him see your lust filled ones. “I'm always in heat for you jake,” little smooch to his lips before continuing, “just want you.” you pant against his lips as if you just ran a thousand miles. “want you so bad.” and you're back on his lips. and god it's turning you on even more that he's just under you, taking all that you give.

“you have me, sweet girl.” he says before pressing his lips to yours harshly. and that made you pull away looking at him taking deep breaths. you want him to know how fucking deep he got you in love with him. so you start, “Jake...”

“yeah?” he responds, all ready to hear you out, so ready to take whatever you're willing to give him. your grip on his shoulder tightens at the simple yeah, it's almost embarrassing that he knows the effect he has on you. must he really do this to you? for fuck's sake, you're willing to give him all of you, your heart, your mind, body and soul. hell, you would even die for him without thinking twice if it comes to any certain circumstances.

“you know, you are so beautiful, so so, so—” you emphasize each word, making sure he hears what you're saying. you can barely hear yourself as you struggle to speak. you feel like you're dreaming, and you wish to live in this dream forever. he encourages you, drawing tiny circles on your thigh with his thumb.

you cup his face in your hands and he leans into your touch. he smiles as he watches you adoringly tracing your fingers through each of his freckles. you fight the sudden urge to bite his lips until he bleeds into your mouth when you runs your thumb on his under lip, not that he'd mind.

“I love you, i love you. so, so much. it's too much sometimes I can barely feel myself, you're everywhere, I feel you everywhere, it's overwhelming.” your eyes are completely set on his lips and you know he's watching you, observing your every movement.

you throw yourself even closer to him, pressing your body impossibly hard to his own. “I want you close, always. I just want you to never leave me. I want you to hold me like this forever. I just—” your hands travel down to his chest, to his broad shoulders and to his thick and veiny arms, before coming down to his hands that are placed securely on your hips, thumbs grazing the dip of your waist.

you take one of his hands into your own, bringing it up between the two of your bodies. you wrap your small fingers to his pinky, admiring the difference before you place the large hand above your left breast, right where your heart beats for him.

Jake feels like he's the one who's drunk, he's never seen you this vulnerable before. it's not that he doesn't know about your feelings for him, you're literally the love of his life. your mind is connected to his own. even without making the bond, he can tell how you're feeling just by taking one look at your face. you're like an open book for him, so easy to read.

now looking at his hand, you took a deep breath before continuing, “when you're away and I'm home early, and I'm feeling—” you almost choke on your words and his smile only widen. you're so adorable, “needy? for me?” he coos. you nod shyly, “ye—yes, for you.” you stutter.

he hums, urging you to go on, and you do. “I try to do it like you do.” your voice now coming out slow and quiet. he always found your shy demeanour amusing, “do what? touch yourself?” he teases you even more when he sees that you started grinding down on his thigh, a movement so insignificant that only a person who's watching you as intense as jake can notice.

“hm-mhm, and it doesn't feel good, actually, it's nothing compared to what your fingers can do!” you whine, small fingers tightening their hold on his hand to show him what you mean, “and even if it does, I don't like it. I only want you to do it.” and jake curses internally.

“well it's a good thing you have me then.” with that, his hand slowly crawls out of your tiny palms to make their way between your legs. and your mind slowly goes insane as your arousal takes over your body. his hand disappears inside your loincloth before placing his thumb right on your clit directly, your body stiffening when he does so.

“it's all yours baby, I'm all yours. every part of my body belongs to you.”

“all mine?”

“yes, all yours.”

“all mine?” again. say it again.

“yes, baby. all yours. my fingers, my thighs, my mouth, my tongue, my heart and my cock. it's all yours, doll. I'm all yours.”

not a single sign of hesitation in his voice as he referred to all parts of his body that he let you use and own. he would repeat it all a million times and more if you wanted him to.

you thought you would last at least ten minutes before he makes you snap. “undress me.” you order before smacking your lips to his own. he was taken a back by your sudden demand but obliged nonetheless.

when you're fully naked, you try to lift yourself off of him so that you can submit to him and show him that you belong to him too. excitement rushing through your veins as you can't wait for him to dick you down like you're his personal whore.(you are).

that, was until he gently placed you back down on his lap. “I can't, I'm too tired.” he doesn't reply and instead, he lays himself down before moving you further up. what? and before you knew it, he somehow manhandled you into sitting on his stomach. what's happening? you thought he wanted you to ride him? but the next words that flew from his mouth made your jaw wide open.

“sit on my face.” he didn't have to say it. cocky bastard, you're so damn sure that he just wanted to get a reaction out of you. he can literally make your body move however he wants. he could've just sat you down on his face if he so desperately wants it, but no. he just had to say it, with such a seductive voice that it made your body filled with need.

the mere sound of him saying it was enough to make blood rush into your cheeks. it was just so lewd and tainted, both of your palms come up to cover your face while jake chuckles at the sight. you can lie and say that you don't wanna do it, but your body is already giving in. he can feel your wetness literally dripping down on his abs.

“I can't. I'll crush you.” your voice so small and fragile, full of uncertainty, and it only fuels him to prove you wrong.

“I'd like to see you try.” he says with a smug face. the act wasn't unfamiliar to you, Jake has eaten you out plenty of times before. it's just the position. you don't know how'd he even come up with that, you can only guess it's some sort of sky people stuff.

“c'mon baby, up. want you on my tongue baby, please.” there he is, he knows you'll eventually give in. he knows you'd do anything he asks and now, he's asking—no, more like begging to pleasure you? fuck, one must be fucking mentally insane to not want jake sully's face between their thighs.

you find yourself fantasizing about it even though your mate is literally waiting under you to make your fantasy come true. you both haven't been giving that much time into foreplay lately, though jake always insists on getting you ready for his cock with his fingers stretching you out. so eager to just feel each other, considering you both being busy with your duties all day.

but when you do it though, you both get so into it, especially jake. he makes it feel like it was the actual sex. you would beg for his cock and eventually give up, knowing he wouldn't stop until he's fully satisfied. so many nights, he's fingered you to sleep, keeping them inside your warm walls for the whole night, you'd wake up so guilty that you passed out on him without having him inside you. but he would quickly get you out of your thoughts, curling his calloused fingers inside you, still soaked with your cum, “morning, princess.”

but you can't blame him, you're just too beautiful. it arouses him, to watch you fall apart for him from the simplest touches. going down on you has always been one of his most favourite activities to do. sometimes he feels like he doesn't even need to fuck you. he could easily get off just from eating you out without touching himself.

he loves it. the way you'd desperately grab his hair and rut onto his face as he does everything in his power to get you off the edge. pushing his face into you as deep as he can, your slippery entrance swallowing his tongue inside, nose putting just the right amount of pressure onto your clit. these are moments where he gets the privilege of drowning in you. he can see you, hear you, smell you, taste you.

while you were distracted, he's already moved you up to his face, legs spreading on either side of his head, it's only when you feel him kissing your sticky clit, that you notice everything. your hips moves away almost immediately, it feels so lewd. but you can't go far of course, with the way his hands are gripping your hips, keeping you in place.

and Jake being the best mate he is, realized he's going too fast. so he takes his sweet time teasing you, trailing sloppy kisses closer to your core. his nips and licks at your arousal that are dripping down your thighs. “shh it's okay, i promise.” his eyes drinking up the way you pussy glistens and clenches around nothing as he smirks against your inner thighs. he knows you'll be begging to get his tongue inside you within minutes.

when he feels you getting relaxed, “that's my girl.” that was all he said before he hungrily nudges his nose against your swollen bud, taking a deep sniff of your arousal. his eyes are tightly shut when he smells your sweet scent. he takes the pink muscle out of his mouth before tracing the length of your cunt with it.

he starts to roll your hips on his face causing deep moans to come out from the both of you. the way he eats you is so, slow and sensual, as if you're the most expensive dish in the world. he takes his time with you, and it makes you feel even more frustrated. he rocks you against his face, tongue eagerly lapping up the essence coming out of you. “taste so sweet.” Jake mumbles, pressing a long kiss to your clit earning a loud breathy moan out of you.

his grip on your hips loosens from time to time willing to let you take control. he needs to keep his hands on you to not touch himself, it was supposed to be about you and he's making sure it stays that way. eyes tightly shut as he tries his best to ignore the ache between his own legs and he's not gonna lie, his cock is now so sensitive that he's sure the slightest touch against it would instantly make him cum, you just taste that good for him. but he ignores it, his full concentration only on you as his brows furrowed, focusing on your release.

but you can't. the moment you realize he's not guiding you anymore, you're lost. you're completely lost, your hips losing rhythm as your built-up orgasm is rudely interrupted by no other but you. you know he just wanted to let you know that you have complete control over him, that you can ride and use his face however you want.

it's not the same doing it all on your own. usually, you wouldn't even know anything, mind blank as you just lay on your back, letting him do all the work because you knew he'd take care of you. and he does. but now that you are the one who's doing it, it doesn't feel the same. it doesn't feel good.

so you just can't help but writhe above him not knowing what to do, your dripping cunt hovering above him now, ready to get up. your lover figures you just needed a break so he slowly hums against you leaving trailing kisses on your thighs. you can't even talk because of how frustrated you are, so you use your actions instead.

with shaky hands, you slowly catches his hands that are threatening to crawl away and place them back on your hips, right where they belong. “please...” was all you could mutter before he realised what you wanted. he raised his head enough to reach your pussy and pressed a soft kiss on your clit. he smiles against you, god she's gonna be the death of me. your actions arouse him even more, letting him know that you want him to make you feel good, you want him to do it however he wants and you'll take it without a single complaint.

“I love you.” he mumbles into your pussy, before slowly sinking you down back on his face. you jolt as he kisses your cunt slowly as if he's trying to savour every moment. and the truth is, he is, he doesn't want this to end ever. he knows you wouldn't have agreed to do this if you were sober, too shy. but god he wishes you were drunk all the time so that he can be smothered between your thighs, eating his favourite meal all the fucking time.

he kisses your labia the same exact way he kisses your lips, pulling at it before exploring your folds with his tongue. the wet sounds of him kissing your clit and muttering things to it makes your head spin. “so pretty,” smooch “so good...” smooch “doing so good for me.” followed by his loud moans sending electricity right through your cunt.

when your moans get louder, he uses the tip of his tongue to tease your hole pushing it in slightly before pulling it out, leaving your cunt to clench around nothing. he feels you move above him trying to get his tongue inside you. he chuckles as he looks up at you to see his favourite sight. eyes tightly shut as you grind down on his mouth using the guidance of his hands.

and that's when he suddenly stops. your eyes cracked open, immediately looking down to see if he's hurt. “I-I'm sorry, are you hurt?” your folds hovering his face once again. and you were met with an unreadable expression of your mate before he pushes your knees up, putting you into a squatting position above his face. no way. “keep your eyes on me. I need you to look at me while i pleasure you yeah?”

and with that, he sticked his tongue out and quite literally slammed you down on his face causing the pink wet muscle to slide inside your hole, earning a loud moan from you at the sudden penetration of his tongue. you unconsciously try to pull away, the pleasure being too much for you. but he only pulls you back down making a wet slapping sound.

you obeyed his command and kept your eyes on his that are looking straight at you, half of his face buried under the weight of your cunt. he bounces you on his face and twirls his tongue inside you. at this point you don't even care anymore because it felt unbelievably good. your legs were spread wide for his face to settle in between, it fits so well. jake thinks this is right where he belongs and he wishes to stay like this forever.

you moan his name as he moves you up and down, smearing your arousal that keeps oozing out of you on his face. he sticks his tongue as deep as he could before pressing his face into you, nose nudging against your bud. he works two jobs between fucking you with tongue and sucking the life out of you from your clit.

it doesn't take you long before you are trembling above him, chanting his name like a prayer. you would've lost your balance long ago if it wasn't for his strong hold around your thighs. he focuses on your clit, flicking the sensitive button with the tip of his tongue before taking it into his mouth to suck.

he presses his tongue flat against your sore pussy before he shakes his head side to side, the movement being hard and fast to give you that pleasurable vibrating friction. soon, he feels you lose it, hands coming to his hair to pull at it, hard. hips desperately trying to move away from his unresting mouth, indicating him that you're about to reach your high.

final and the loudest scream of his name fall from your lips before you completely and utterly lose it. you're sure the whole world of pandora heard you, but you both couldn't give a fuck less about that. in fact, jake's proud of it. he feels your cunt dripping into his mouth and he pulls away just for a millisecond.

“yes baby. such a good girl, gushin' into my mouth oh—” he cuts himself off, lapping up the mixture of your slick and his spit that streams out of you. your lover moans into you, dipping his tongue into you once again, to get more of your sticky liquid. his hand coming up to rest on your stomach, thumb lazily drawing circles on your slick coated clit. he knows you're sensitive but he wants more.

he still tries though, fucking into you slow with his tongue, helping you through your orgasm, hands patting your thighs for comfort. you wait for him to stop so you can get off, but he doesn't. his hold on you only getting tighter as he spreads your thighs even wider. his chin comfortably tucked between your ass cheeks from how deep he's pushing his face into your cunt.

he keeps you plugged full with his tongue, letting you ride it as if it were his fat cock, causing your slick to drip down his tongue directly into his mouth as he gulp the sweet essence down his throat.

you feel like you might die, you thought it was gonna be like a one time thing. you hear him hiss for a moment before he's tugging your legs to his arms. hands holding the underside of your thighs, and then he lifts you off of the bed. you can barely feel your toes touching the mat, your whole body weight on him as he finally reaches his goal by making you actually sit on his face.

your ass resting on his chin as he impatiently buries his face into your warm cave. you want to squirm away and just stop everything because never once in your years of living, did you ever think about actually sitting on someone's face, specifically jake sully's. but you knew better than to move, too afraid that you might hurt him. and even if you tried, he would just yank you back down to where he wants, anyway.

even though you are on top, you don't have much control over this. well, he tried to let you, but you both knew that you've always preferred his way of doing things. tears are starting to form in your eyes from the overstimulation, but you love it.

you love the way his face fits between your legs just right, mouth pressed to your pussy like a human on pandora with an oxygen mask. you would laugh if you weren't just as desperate, with the way he's acting like he might die if he stops, groaning loudly when you try to push his face away, even if just for a second.

you look down to see if he's comfortable but when you did, he's not even looking at you anymore. eyes tightly shut in concentration as he drinks up your slick. it's almost like he's enjoying this more than you are. he rocks you hard against his face, using every muscle to stimulate your core to death.

even though you're a little concerned, this was no surprise to you. Jake has always been wild when it comes to sex. you'd known that since the first memorable night you two had shared. he never even let you spend your heats alone. and for that reason, you rarely touched yourself but mostly because you never felt the need to. he always kept you full and satisfied, even had his little inside joke that he's gonna need his wheelchair back, not for him, but for you.

my jake's so mesmerising, you think. it was a sight, seeing such a pretty face coated and smeared with your arousal. it boosts your ego, seeing a powerful man that so many people bow down to, between your thighs with you sitting on his face, worshipping you like a goddess, so desperate to pleasure you.

and just like that, he coaxes three more orgasms out of you in just a tiny amount of time that it's almost embarrassing.

your throat is sore just like your little clit that's still in jake's mouth. you're sure that he must be hurting too, he didn't even do anything or let you do anything to get him off. he just lets himself suffer and you don't know how on earth is he able to be still so collected, acting like he doesn't have a very angry dick to calm.

even though you can barely open your eyes, tears streaming down your face, thin coat of sweat covering your skin, panting like a dog with your tongue rolled out, you love what's happening, though you'd never say it out loud.

before you know it, two thick slender fingers are plunging into you, making you scream. “c-can't 'nymore! too much. too much!” you can't even form proper words because of the tongue, that is now relentlessly working on your sensitive and overstimulated clit. the way he's fingering you isn't what he normally goes for, it's hard and rough, almost like he's chasing for something.

he watches your hole welcomingly sucking his digits in. “I know, i know. just give me one more baby, just one more then we'll be done.” Jake once again gets you to obey. you feel so small above him as you chant, Jake. Jake!

“Jake! something's coming! I—” he hopes it's what he thinks it is. “shh, let it go baby, I'm right here. I'm gonna take care of you.” and you do just that. and it happens. he feels your whole body shake and your thighs pressing together above his face before he splitting them open again, not wanting to miss the sight he's been dying to see.

jake watches in awe as the clear liquid squirts out of you, pushing his fingers out from how powerful it was. eyes widening as you pour on his face and rolling down his neck and chest. some of it even getting into his mouth, letting him taste your immense amount of pleasure.

he traps your sore clit into the gap of his two fingers and he shakes it as the remaining juices sprays onto his face. and jake fucking whimpers into you as if he's the one who's being pleasured. "so good for me, fuck, yeah just like that. so sweet." your small body shaking and writhing above him was such a pleasing sight. and he's still shocked by the fact that it was all because of him.

he keeps you firm on his face, tongue slowly licking your sore pussy still, making sure you fully rode out your orgasm. he looks up at you just to see your pained expression, you're crying. what the fuck. he lifts you gently off his face, sitting you back down on his lap.

you let a whine out from the friction when the bulge from his crotch touches your sensitive button, which he backs off when he realises. he panics when he sees that you still haven't opened your eyes. “hey, hey! baby...” you smile like an idiot when you hear the familiar sweet like honey voice.

“look at me?” he pleads.

your eyes slowly open but you still keep your head down, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes after what you just did as you mumble a few sorrys' and sob through whatever you were saying, still too fucked up to process anything. but jake wasn't having it. so he starts “look at me,” grabbing your chin up to make eye contact. “you did so good, such a good girl for me. I'm so fucking proud of you. I love you baby, you were so fucking hot you know that?”

now, his voice is clear, you're sobering up, as if he'd just sucked all the alcohol out of your cunt. he reaches for the bowl full of water on the side of the bed and brings it near your lips, giving you no other choice but to drink.

your gaze finally lands on his face and Jake almost let a giggle out from how you completely dipped your head back down. well, how can you not when his face was completely soaked with your cum, your arousal dripping down his face like sweat. he spares you, rubbing your slick off his face with his forearm.

you're sobering up. god, what do i do? a million thoughts runs into your head, eywa please. the way he's looking at you as if you're the only woman to exist in the whole universe, it's not fair, please stop. you beg.

shoving your thoughts away, you lean in. your eyes trailing down to his body, landing on his loincloth, fully soaked with his- wow did he just? you catch a glint of shyness on his face. you tug at his bottom, seeing that he's still rock hard. “no, I'm okay. you need to sleep.” so what? that was it?

“I don't wanna sleep.” you glare, continuing to untie the string on his loincloth.

“princess, you don't have to.” he insists. bringing your hands back in front of his face before pressing kisses on each knuckle. he scoops you up as if you're some doll and lays you down. you don't wanna lie, of course you're tired. but you at least need to feel him, so you try. you pull him by the neck so that he falls on top of you.

“you said you're all mine...” you pout and jake's eyes soften.

“I came just from eating your sweet cunt baby,” you slam your eyes shut from his words. god why? he's so shameless with it too.

“completely untouched.” it makes your stomach filled with guilt as much as it fills you with butterflies.

he buries his face into your neck, which had become his comfort place on your body. you notice that he does it often, whenever he's tired, upset or frustrated. he heavily breathes into your skin as if he's holding back, you know he is. his cock is still hard and you are still wet. you need to feel him, feel his body, feel his soul.

so instead of talking, you quickly tug your longest and the thickest braid before grabbing his own. bringing the ends together, you catch how messy his nerves are moving, revealing the state of his mind. they immediately recognise yours as they rush to tug at each other.

jake's eyes widen at the sudden intrusion of you in his head. he can never resist you, not when he can feel you, not when he can feel the way you yearn for him, the way you beg for him, the way your mind is filled with nothing but him. you didn't give him a chance to prepare, your being taking over his head, he needs a moment.

“inside, want you inside.” before giving him a chance to deny your desire, your hands quickly work to untie the strings on his loincloth while he's was still processing all your thoughts in your head through the bond. it's all too much for him, it always is. whenever you both make tsaheylu, the mere need you feel for him amazes him, makes him wonder just how someone could love him this much.

with his head still buried in the crook of your neck, he feels your fingers wrap around his girth, earning a whimper from him. “you said this is mine too...” you softly say with a frown. “yes fuck yes, it is baby.” you align his length with your entrance, “then please.”

who the fuck is he to deny?

wow now THAT was something 😋

tell me if y'all want a part 2

[icanseethefuture333]

Hi Desi ! Can i ask you who is stray kids would date a woc of different ethnicities ? Thank you :)

Oop! 😳 Time to spill some more tea then 🤭

MTL to date a WOC outside of Korea in Stray Kids:

(According to my pendulum, based off of their current energy / preferences)

Felix

I.N

Bang Chan

Changbin

Seungmin

Han

Hyunjin

Lee Know

Top row:

Left is Bang Chan, center is I.N, and right is Felix

Bang chan's reasoning for being third most likely is because he's very sexually enticed by woc outside of his race. They peak his interest and finds them attractive. I am pretty sure he's been with them before. Some of you guys might not want to hear this but it's giving he wants to soar his oats with just about anybody 🫣. I'm not really getting any romantic feelings, so he seems non committal or he would date a foreigner, but would really have to think about if he'd marry one. He's not really mature yet long term for a cross cultural or interracial relationship. Bang Chan is still ignorant in some areas of other cultures (he just wants to fuck 🥱). It's just giving like he is aware of other people's culture and then when dating someone who's not from the same culture, it's like he think would make a better partner than someone hasn't before. A know it all who doesn't really know it all ifykwim. When its like he can't hold any of his relationships down, he constantly searches for new beginnings or the next thing sexually (for any Bang Chan fans ready to fight don't be arguing with me on anon in my inbox!!! This is his energy for now, he's in his fuckboy era, do not put the blame on me for this! Sometimes we won't always hear the most pure or positive messages about our faves and that is okay)

Ngl I.N surprised me 😳 even though I did channeled before that his future spouse was someone that had dual citizenships (Korean and British). I was pleased to hear what his response was on dating a woc outside of his country or race. I.N's view on dating a woc that isn't Korean is quite positive. He shows admiration for them and has more pure intentions than I would say in comparison to Bang Chan (💀 I mean no shade??? but eh, I said what I said). I.N would be very supportive and willing to learn about his partner's culture or traditions. He honestly wouldn't care as long as they have similar family structures. I.N is rebellious by nature, so he just cares about his happiness and the happiness of his loved ones.

Felix's reasoning for being most likely to date a woc is given the fact he feels like he is an outsider in his own country and culture as well. He is Korean, but doesn't feel Korean enough? Felix resonates more with how he grew up in Australia and misses that lifestyle. There is water here and what seems like a beach. Felix could outpour a lot of love towards people that are different from him now and doesn't judge based off of racial stereotypes. Being able to travel overseas and meet new people has allowed him to open his mind and broaden his horizons. It's almost as if he was limiting himself in some areas (caring too much about labels, what's Korean, what's not Korean, what makes him Australian or what doesn't make him Australian). Controversial maybe??? Felix could feel more loved and respected by woc outside of Korea (I laughed I'm sorry 💀). There is a cultural difference so maybe they are more expressive with their love language where as in Korea they show it differently (I.E: a foreign woc might be affectionate and show physical touch, where a Korean woman would exchange gifts). Felix's view on dating woc could be more so a romantic fantasy or he likes the relationships he's seen in movies, television, or music videos. I channeled this before in a reading for him but I always think of Harry Styles and his Grammy's performance for "As It Was" to be his ideal romance. (Felix fr just as delulu as the rest of us LMAOOO 🤧)

Middle row:

Left is Changbin, center is Seungmin, and right is Han

Changbin is down for whatever honestly 💀. He's not the type to search for love but more so takes action only if he wants to experience it. He's romantic in general so if anyone could handle him and his quirks, then he's happy. Changbin would be very charming. I feel like he just needs the opportunity to meet a woc? I don't think he's ever dated a woc outside of Korea fr. "I had the plan, I just needed the platform" type of energy 🤣

Seungmin would be a hot mess I'm sorry 💀 I'm not even gonna sugarcoat it. It's like he wants to but he's not doing it based off of realistic decisions. It's more so he has an idea of what it's like to date a woc outside of Korea, but he's not focusing on the sentimental value of what it means to be in a relationship. Seungmin is very picky in general and makes romantic decisions based off of his illusions (another delulu??? Free the Virgos please). So because of his high expectations he would not be able to form long lasting connections. Also woc could be turned off by his behavior as well, they would most likely call him out or reject him because he's not mature enough. They won't tolerate it. Seungmin would just get his feelings hurt but it would be his own fault for being so damn sassy all the time 😂. He is stubborn though, so he would keep trying until he learns his lesson and also he finds the right person who can match his energy. The person he dates would require a looooot of patience because he is not easy to deal with. Very chaotic energy, but funny!

The reason Han is one of the members who is least likely is because he is more shy and introverted. So going up to a person and asking them out in general is not his thing. If Han were to date a woc that wasn't Korean, he'd have to be most likely friends first. "I have anxiety bruh." (💀). He'd want to take his time and get to know the person regardless of what their race is. I don't think he has much of a preference, it's just about who he's attracted to within that time. Han would be protective of his partner though and would express his love through gifts, money, etc.

Bottom row:

Left is Hyunjin & right is Lee Know

Hyunjin for being one of the members who is least likely to date a non-Korean woc is because he is very traditional. Whenever I do readings regarding his love life he always makes this very clear. He finds some woc (yes I said some because it's not a large number of woc he likes💀) beautiful, but it's not something he wants to go through all the trouble for. Too tedious for his liking. Hyunjin's fanbase is mostly in Korea as well so he could focus more on that because that is the attention he is used to getting from, so he cares more about catering to his fans, his family's expectations, as well as his own personal preferences. It's like he's not closed off to the idea, but Hyunjin doesn't like change. He prefers to stick to what he knows and situations that are predictable. To try being in a cross cultural or interracial relationship, it would make Hyunjin really anxious, nervous, and uncomfortable, because it is a type of environment he is not used to. I can say for sure say he's only ever dated a woman who was Korean or of Asian descent. Hyunjin would have to work on his confidence and care more about his own thoughts than other people's thoughts in order to be with a woc that wasn't Korean.

Lee Know is somewhat similar to Hyunjin's response, with a nicer approach. In his opinion, he feels like it requires courage to be in a relationship with a woc outside of Korea. He believes people who date someone that isn't the same race as them go through a lot of hardship. Channeled message: "I think if I was a father and my child looked like me, or looked like me a little less because they had features like their mama, whether their skin was maybe darker or their hair was a different texture. People would be very cruel and it would make me very upset as a dad. It's not a easy route to take. Maybe in the future when I am more brave I will think about it, as for now I am okay with being a coward!" (PLS 💀)

I hope you guys enjoyed this reading! I will be forming my own harem with these 4, take care besties 💋

[yakuzacanons]

Could we perhaps get some headcanons about about Majima finding out that someone has a massive crush on him, but it's one of his subordinates in the Majima Family and how he'd react? Someone who's absolutely terrified of the man finding out since he's the 'boss' and all? If you're uncomfortable writing stuff about a boss/employee relationship I get it, don't worry about writing about it! Ik the dynamics can be really uncomfortable for some people, so if it's not something you wanna consider writing it's alright. Thank you!

SKSKKSK Majima moment fr fr let's GOOOO. If you want a follow up to this, lemme know as I've left it open ended.

The moment you realized you had feelings for your own boss was terrifying because... how does that even WORK in the yakuza world??!! Trying to keep it under wraps proves difficult and just makes it worse honestly. The more you try not to think about it, the more Majima occupies your mind.

If the rest of the family were completey honest with you, they been knew. Hell, many of them have felt drawn to Majima even if only in a platonic way. He's a charismatic leader and his fearlessness is intoxicating, so they kind of get it. They don't really say anything about it to you or Majima but it floats around in conversation amongst themselves from time to time.

Of course, you never intended for it to be this way. Most people don't get a job with the intention of falling in love with a coworker, especially people in THIS industry. It wasn't an immediate thing either. For a long time, you were just another grunt and he was just your boss.

The whole thing crept up on you like a predator lying in wait patiently to catch its prey. Before you knew it, you were working late hours, finding ways to talk to him by yourself, getting more involved in work than you could rationalize before it finally hit you: you like spending time around this guy.

The rest of the realization hits you in the head like a cartoonishly large hammer. How did you not notice before the way he smiled made your heart race? Or the way his eye would gleam, wild with intoxicating and infectious energy, before a fight would make you smile to yourself?

You try to parse these thoughts as you just admiring him strictly as a worker would look up to their boss or a student to a mentor, but your heart immediately betrays you. You can't deny that your eyes have lingered just a little too long on his chiseled muscles, his tattoo peaking out from underneath his jacket, the sharpness of his jawline, his hands that never seem to lose their dexterity.

While you come to terms with all of this, you kind of stall at work. Now every time he pokes his head up randomly to say hi, you're not quite yourself. You get nervous, you fumble your words more. Everyone notices, including him.

At first, Majima just thinks you had a bad day or something but the more it happens specifically only around him, his curiousity starts to get the better of him. He won't just straight up ask you just yet or even ask any of his men, but he's keeping his eye out.

It was only a matter of time before Majima overhead some of the other men talking about the fact that you've been noticably more flustered in front of the boss lately and how your little crush must really be taking a toll on you. Majima listens intently as they talk, his back pinned against the wall, eye pinned to the floor as he mulls over the information he just heard that clearly he was never meant to hear.

Still, it's not time for a confrontation just yet. Majima's interested in the whole situation but he's pretty closed off and he's not even sure himself if he's a relationship man. Plus, maybe his men misunderstood. He's got to put it to the test himself first, so he does exactly that.

Next thing you know, HE is the one going out of his way to see you all of the sudden, checking up on you throughout the day or asking to speak to you privately. Thinking that maybe you worried him, you regain your cool and suddenly you seem so normal. In private, this makes Majima frown. Had he imagined it? Surely not.

Fortunately for him, and maybe for you, Majima's a sly little bugger. He's going to test this theory out and if he's got to make a push, then so be it. You'll try to hide the shiver that runs up your spine when his gloved hand accidentally brushes against yours for an unusually long amount of time or when he stands a little closer than normal to you during a smoke break.

At this point, you're convinced he's at least suspicious of you, but what does it all mean? Are you overthinking it? Maybe it's a coincidence... do you say something? Say nothing? Wait it out? God, the suspense is killing you. Secretly, it's killing him a little too.

[not-that-dillinger]

Senses and other Specifics:

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE? Lavender and cedar! He doesn't wear cologne or perfume, but he likes scented soaps.

WHAT DO YOUR MUSE’S HANDS FEEL LIKE? His hands tend to be slightly warm, but on the drier side, thanks to LA's climate.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY EAT IN A DAY? Not enough, lol. It depends on how many spoons he can allocate to cooking and eating, though unfortunately there's relatively little variation because of his allergies. He knows what's safe, and does not often vary from that. Breakfast specifically depends on spoon allocation; on his worst days it's nothing; when he has very few spoons, it's just a London fog latte. When he's well rested and has the energy to spare for it, he likes to make omelettes and scrambles. Lunch depends on how busy his schedule is, and if he remembers to eat. He likes noodle soups, but it has to be rice, soba, or other types of gluten free starches. He eats a lot of rice and gluten free pastas because they're easy to cook. Gnocchi is also a favorite. When he has energy, he likes international food, and particularly mexican, Thai, and Indian. He likes spice, even though his tolerance for it is pretty low. He also typically has a number of frozen meals and canned soups on hand for dinner because he usually does not have much energy left if/when he gets home. Ironically, though he forgets to eat, he is VERY hydrated... specifically, he's almost always seen with a mug of hot tea. (Would have a fun time with Uncle Iroh if he ever got thrown into the ATLA universe).

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE A GOOD SINGING VOICE? Yes. He picked up singing in high school because the theatre club was doing a musical, and then he particularly got into musical theatre in college. His favorite musical is Les Mis and he knows all of Javert's and Jean Valjean's parts by memory. (He definitely does not feel some sort of connection to javert and this has absolutely nothing to do with how he views himself. And no, he absolutely does note see any similarities between himself and Valjean what are you talking about.)

DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY BAD HABITS OR NERVOUS TICKS? He tends to excessively clean/polish his glasses when he's nervous, made sure he lost or never developed bad habits as a kid. If we're calling drug abuse a bad habit, he did have that in college for a short while, though.

WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE USUALLY LOOK LIKE / WEAR? On the more formal side of business casual or the more casual side of business formal when he's at work, the latter particularly for board meetings. When he's not, it's usually jeans and either a t-shirts, casual button down shirts, or turtleneck sweaters in the winter.

IS YOUR MUSE AFFECTIONATE? When he trusts someone, yes. He particularly likes to hug and cuddle. One of his other love languages is knitting/crocheting blankets for the people he cares about, but do not under any circumstances ask if he made it or suggest that he did.

WHAT POSITION DOES YOUR MUSE SLEEP IN? Slumped over his desk with his keyboard as a pillow, to wake up having accidentally written a few thousand lines of gibberish code, more often than not. Or in the universe he exists in with @evecolourshock, in a tangle of limbs with his siblings. When he does actually manage to make it to bed, it's either curled up in a ball as small as he can or on his stomach with his arms crossed over (under?) his chest, face turned to the side.

COULD YOU HEAR YOUR MUSE IN THE HALLWAY FROM ANOTHER ROOM? In theory, if he wanted to. His father demanded that he was always quiet when he was little, so being loud makes him anxious. Theatre helped him learn to project his voice, though there are only a few specific spaces where he's comfortable doing so.

Taking up @the-expatriate's invitation to do this one.

Tagging: @starstruckxstray (tagging you only once so I don't bombard your notes, but for Kero and/or Shikoba, whoever you'd like respond for), @evecolourshock, @occupationallyhazardous (for any of your muses from any of your blogs), @iamnoprogram, @computerwarrior, @enforcerrinzler, and @riinzler, if you'd like. As always, no pressure if you don't want to for any reason. Also "tagging" anyone who sees this and would like to do it. Feel free to tag me in your muse's results in a separate post. Please don't reblog this one from me, thanks!

[lady-lazagna]

May we know what are your top five hated character in the beyblade and why you despise them?? 🙏

I am known for one thing and it's being a fucking hater😎

When I think about characters that I hate, it's less about them being shit people in the show and more about them making my viewing experience worse. Like, sure, you can help save the world and whatnot, but are you funny? Heartfelt? Cool? Do you have any personality traits outside of the exposition you were made to deliver? Do you bounce off the other characters' energy well? (Basically, were you or were you not introduced in Fury😐 /hj)

So overall, this isn't a list of characters I would beat the shit out of if we met; they're ones that made the show worse for me and thus I hate their very conception with a burning passion.

Interestingly enough, I can't actually think of five characters that I genuinely hate, so I've made a top four instead. Sure, there are more I don't really like, but those ones aren't as hate-inducing as they are just kind of bland. So if you expected certain antagonists to be on here, just know that they were likely too boring to hate.

Without further ado, here's the top four worst characters in mfb (to me):

4. Chris

This is just a nothing character. A nothing man. They could've had an interesting idea with the blader for hire idea, but instead, it was squandered for a basic "everyone left me" backstory. What a bummer, man. Never heard that one before. Tetsuya and King are crying their eyes out fr :/

What really gets me about him, though, is that despite being so nothing, he takes up a spot as a legendary blader, when that could've been ANYONE. This character is the first legendary blader we find after we figure out who we're actually looking for; it could be any Winter constellation blader- and it's just a fucking white guy who's a little bit mean. Noah Fence to Mr. Adachi, but his favourite legendary blader- who in the manga is a blue-blooded American military man- is the man standing emoji??? Great.

3. Ryo Hagane/The Immortal Phoenix (more like penis haha)

Avert your eyes, Sadie, Arti and Deity. L FATHER. L DIRECTOR. L HUMAN. Oh, I almost died in a volcanic cave-in that destroyed my home and sent my son on a quest for revenge? THIS WILL BE A GREAT LEARNING EXPERIENCE FOR HIM :) No Hokuto, don't tell him I'm alive while we're 50 METRES AWAY FROM EACH OTHER, he still has some Beyblade things to learn before he can have his father back. And oh man, he came third in that one tournament?? How did he let this happen??? Let me just dress up like a clown and DESTROY ALL THE PROGRESS HE MADE TOWARDS TRYING TO STOP THE GUYS THAT HE THINKS KILLED ME.

And when the jig is up and he's finally revealed, he's just like "I did what I thought was best😌" and Benkei's like "You should be in jail you sick fuck" and that's honestly a Benkei W. But he doesn't go to jail. In fact... some fucking idiot put him in charge of the WBBA, which means he can now make stupid decisions that fuck over not just his own son, but ALL of the children of Japan! Yay!!!

No Hikaru, we can't let Gan Gan Galaxy or Wild Fang rest despite half the kids being critically injured, that's special treatment! Oh but yes Gingka, I will let the TWO teams that attacked you guys outside of the competitions off the hook so that you can still battle them, I love special treatment! And yes Tsubasa, I think you should spend more time with Gingka and the gang to learn about friendship and become stronger, but NO Tsubasa, you should NOT go with Gingka and the gang to look for legendary bladers when you can just do it completely by yourself! L FATHER. L DIRECTOR. L. HUMAN.

The only reason he's not lower is because he leads to funnies (see above).

2. Yuki Mizusawa

Do you ever feel like your one purpose in life is to tell some guy about his fate, and since you don't have anything left to accomplish on this earth you decide to follow him while he achieves this fate? Oh sure, you might feel a little better after becoming a part of that fate, but really, what do you honestly contribute other than "we need to find the legendary bladers that possess the star fragments so that we can defeat Nemesis!"? Because that is all you fucking say.

To really explain my gripe with this pathetic dork whom I could easily fold up and shove in my dishwasher, here is an excerpt from some notes I was making during my second Fury rewatch:

(The first and last quotes are from Ryo. At least he can be funny while also being a waste of space👀)

Maybe I wouldn't hate him so much if he hadn't replaced Based characters like Kenta (who I know was getting some important development at the time, but still😤), Yu, and even my main man Tsoobs (who as previously mentioned, was unfairly separated from the gang by a fucking idiot loser). But he did. He took up that heartfelt, funny, and cool space to be. a slightly damp sock.

Was there potential for Yuki to be something more if the writers of Fury weren't smoking the psychedelic betel nuts that grow in my neighbour's yard that keep falling into our pool? I don't fucking care. If he had more of a personality other than "Mr. Gingka!" and "my grandfather once said-" then maybe I would.

1. Dynamis

SHUT UP. SHUT UP. SHUT UUUUUUUUUP. From the moment this fucker is introduced all he does is spew exposition. And that is entirely it. If I hear ONE MORE FUCKING WORD about "the stars, and what is fated, and the gods, and the will of the heavens, and the will of the stars, and-" THIS TIME I'M REALLY GONNA DO IT.

When my sibling and I first watched through Fury we were simply ASTOUNDED. at how fucking boring this guy is. Seriously, we took a long hiatus from watching after his introductory episodes because they were so mind-numbing (in fact, I think the hiatus might've lasted up until our dog fucking DIED, because I was so upset that I would've rather felt incredibly bored than sad LMAO).

You'd think it would've gotten at least a little more interesting when he gets possessed, but no. He sounds exactly the fucking same or he just doesn't talk at all (I'm pretty sure there was no point in him being possessed at all, but I digress). He gets pulled back to the goodies with the power of friendship or whatever and then BOOM. I GOTTA TELL AGUMA ABOUT THE STARS, AND THE WILL OF THE HEAVENS, AND THE GODS, AND THE FATES AND I'M REALLY GONNA DO IT THIS TIME.

All in all, what I hate in the show is wasting time with exposition, being a nothing person with no character, and teaching lessons that aren't fucking lessons you need to teach. Thanks for the suggestion, anon!

[riftofthestars]

Order

(Trigger warnings for death, body horror, (eye) gore and nonspecific occult rituals - a TL:DR post will follow for those that do not wish to read this, in order to not spoil anything for the readers while still giving people information)

"For the record, this is self destructive," the Hunter's voice called out from the base of the stairs.

"For the record, I am aware of that" the Jailer hissed, his head turning all the way around while the rest of his body stood still. "Have you come to stop me from this attempt as well?"

"I came to help, so please don't push me away" plead the Hunter, "neither of us know what will happen if you try to summon that dying thing inside of you."

The Jailer's head snapped back so he could continue to read where he'd left off before being interrupted - blast it, he had lost the line and had to restart. As much as he wished he could simply skip through the information, he wanted to make sure there was nothing that he missed. This was of the upmost importance to get right.

"No we do not know what will happen - not while you are still here," the Jailer eventually replied, continuing to read the pages filled with occult text. "It has been done before or there would not be pages upon pages of instructions."

"Anyone can write!" the Hunter argued, desperation settling in his tone. "They might as well be made up stories or the ramblings of a man that has lost his mind. Neither have seen a being from beyond the outer worlds die, let alone interact with the Rift. You could create so much destruction and-"

"You came to stop me, not help" the Jailer interjected. "You know how much I despise lies, so next time do not pretend as if you want to do anything else." He began to pace around the dimly lit basement. "I am taking a calculated risk. Being able to skip tearing reality in order to call upon this thing should not create any discharge of energy - which would eliminate the only excuse you had to argue about your presence here being with the intent to aid me. Even if it did, I have enough people knowing about this new manor to present this as an attack of myself and move yet again. Lazarus has been sent home and there is no one present in at least half a mile."

Stepping over one of the few body bags, he began to search the literal wall of shelves for the items he would need. The Hunter was silent.

"Besides all of that, your presence alone - where is that damn chalk" he interrupted himself with a mutter "- your presence alone could influence the ritual. I have yet to learn how to adjust what is written in these books to that, but this is not an opportunity to learn." Finding both the chalk and the emergency slow burn candles, he went back in the middle of the room, waiting for the book to begin explaining the necessary steps for the ritual. "So if you do wish to help, you may do so from about half a mile away and rush in if the situation does become dire."

Without another word, the Hunter turned away and began to ascend the stairs out of the basement. The Jailer called out from downstairs when he heard the door open

"And do not place one of your 'anchors' nearby either. They may do just as much damage as your proximity to the circle."

The sound of the door shutting after the Hunter indicated that he was alone so he could focus on this. Doing it all with one hand needed his focus.

Following the instructions immortalized in ink, the Jailer began preparing the occult ritual - candles lit and light bulbs went out to only allow the light that consumes to illuminate the drawn runes. One of the body bags was wrapped in metal and dragged in the middle. With the book underneath his arm, he opened the bag to reveal a balding man with a moustache - another rune carved into the middle of the forehead after his death, barely visible between the chains that wrapped around his head.

"It looks as if you were not as clean as you proclaimed, Dave" he chuckled to himself as he stood above the body. The chains that emerged from the rune told that the soul was still entrapped within the corpse.

Flipping through the book for the requirements of blood. Nothing was mentioned about a fully intact body, nor about the requirements of a soul.

"At the very least your ghost will not be consumed by this. You got what you deserve from those dealers of yours - I have no intention in putting you through further torture." He knew he could at the very least be heard and genuinely hoped that this previous colleague of his did not retain his sense of pain

He placed the book on the wheeled tray table - and his mask next to it. Having to take his glove off by biting down on it, he placed that on the table as well.

Jailer's slim figure leaned over the corpse, his back snapping from the acute angle it'd been bent into. More chains slithered from the darkness to hold the man's head still. Once secured, the slim fingers of his claw approached the still opened eyes of the dead man.

They dug in the orbit of the skull, squishing the eyeball just enough to not pop from the pressure or tear from the sharp ends. The extra joint in his claws slowly bent, until he could feel the optical nerve at his tips - which was promptly severed; the eyeball now free.

Sharp teeth dug into the gamey, squishy eyeball much like a fork would try to impale a cheery tomato - bothersome but eventually successful as he chewed on the gory delicacy that seemed to always fill him with some manner of satisfaction and satiation as he watched the invisible chain around Dave's forehead lessen some. At least the eyes would bring this thing out.

The other eye went through the same process: being cupped by rough claws with sharp ends, having its connection to the brain cut before being chewed and swallowed. The invisible chain disappeared and the man's true last breath was released along with the soul trapped within it, left to go to whatever afterlife it would.

Rather than lick or clean the dripping blood, however, the Jailer splashed it over the chalk - the flames of the candles rose for a moment and the air became heavier with this presence that bloated the politician's chest. The being within him was already itching to get out. It would make the process easier.

Finally cleaning his claw the best he could, he put his glove back on with a mixture of wiggling of his fingers and pulling on the silk with his mouth; the extra joint in each extremity having bent into itself to hide away the pointy end and act more like normal fingers.

He would have to leave the book on the table as he continued this, fingers tracing over each word as he consumed the knowledge.

And then he began to speak as the instruction told. But it was not his voice that came out. It was the sound of stars forming, of the void collapsing, of galaxies swirling, of meat tearing, of skin breaking, of flesh dying.

Deep Speech.

The feeling from the Jailer's chest extended into his whole body, like the pressure of an internal explosion threatening to shatter the marble he was made out of into a million pieces. He held on and continued. It happened once and he survived, he knew this time it would be the same.

Forth he called this being unfitting of the term 'creature', knowing that its writhing mass would still know to crawl to whomever it called, even while forever dammed to its prison. This horrible thing, this thing that should not be - a grotesque abomination that terrorized the Jailer's thoughts for moments at a time before disappearing back as if it were not there at all - still knew to answer the voices born a mortal birth that dared speak to it.

Memories rushed in his mind, through eyes and ears and skin and mouths that were not his; memories of things experienced in ways no mortal or immortal had experienced before. The memories of this black shapeless being that could have not been created by any god in this or any other reality. Through this chaos, the last of its emotions repeated over and over, hate devolving into rage and rage into fear as it came to realize that it was dying.

Emotions the summoner knew well, but never experienced them with such intensity before. Intensity that gave him a migraine that felt as if someone was splitting his head open with an axe - he had to stop himself from instinctively reaching for his mask and put it on, grabbing onto the unstable tray that he made his way around.

As his chant continued, he pointed his half regenerated arm at the corpse, all of his attention and will attempting to focus on giving this twisted entity a direction and an order.

He had to make it listen.

He would make it listen.

By sheer luck or some semblance of sentience, this thing within the Jailer found the opening in his missing arm and darted forward. Tentacles and mouths and eyes latching themselves on the floor, dragging the him to his knees from their sheer weight alone as they devoured the soulless corpse laid for it until it was nothing.

Now on the cement, he could feel the roughness underneath him as if it were spikes piercing his legs and the cold as if he was being encased in endless ice. The candles felt as if they were burning him and his very being, blinding him with their light. The darkness from the corners enveloped every piece of him as if it was a cloak made out of the heaviest materials.

The chant continued, commanding to this thing to follow the will of its summoner

While this thing ate the Jailer gathered his strength. From within himself, he grabbed and held the invisible chains set by the Rift. Taught as they could be in this war of attrition, this war for control over the chaos, this war for order. From the unseen corners of this basement, Jailer's own chains darted out, wrapping themselves around this shapeless mass of a still living corpse, only to break and dissolve in its blackness.

Over and over, they darted out and broke and disappeared. Over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over again.

The Jailer would not stop until he would have control.

"Le aer nehel nae kar e Le kerradun"

Finally spoken within the now hoarse, exhausted and desperate voice of the Jailer, these words would subdue this entity. Yet it would still not be let go, wrapped in chains until its constant movement would submit to his will.

Breathless, senses crashed from the overload of perspectives and mind blank with the fullness of the still processing memories, the politician laid there on the ground.

Through half opened eyes, barely being able to make out shapes between blurry colours, the Jailer stared at his temporary arm: tentacles held together in chains growing from where his elbow would be, spasming out unevenly as if multiple hearts were beating at different times.

It would do for now, even if he had to hide it. This would make him less vulnerable and be his gateway towards using the powers of this eldritch being he managed to command.

But for now, this was enough.

For now, he was too tired to do anything.

[hanazou]

╰ ⋆ ଓ. 𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢’𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 • ₊˚

warning : depression, suicide, and self-harm

note : Thank you for this request, anon! this can also be interpreted as a friends-to-lovers since I believe that before dating Dazai, you have to befriend him first in its earnest meaning. Sorry I had to post this without your ask, I accidentally posted without triple-checking so I redid it

𝗗𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝗢𝗰𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀

There’s never a dull day when you’re Dazai’s best friend.

You and he create codenames for everyone in the agency, some are super random that sometimes you forget who they’re for.

The rest are so painfully obvious just for the sake of getting good reactions from the said target (mainly Kunikida, sometimes Atsushi)

Kunikida is Miserable Four Eyed Single

Atsushi is Hello Kitty

Yosano is Don’t Even Try

Neither of you attempts to come up with one for Ranpo and don’t have the heart to give any for Kyouka

The Tanizaki siblings are Cherry Bombs and Kenji is Steak Harvester

None for Fukuzawa because although he’s cool with jokes, you and Dazai respect him and also don’t want to risk unemployment.

Those in Port Mafia get nicknames too.

Chuuya is Tangerine Slug. Dazai didn’t even try to get creative and you don’t bother

Mori is Overpriced Perfume because of his coat, tie, heavy cold perfume, and the smile of a potential sugar daddy.

Akutagawa is Angry Canine, Gin is Crawling Bat

Kouyou is Fancy Hot Pink

Hirotsu is Weathered Tobacco.

Kyuusaku is Daycare Child

You and Dazai toss balls of paper, Ranpo's candy wrapping, or anything else at each other from across the room.

Atsushi is stuck in the middle, both position-wise and “whose side are you on?”

You and Dazai argue to win over Atsushi’s good side so he’d help one of you throw paper at the other. You pull Atsushi’s right arm and Dazai pulls his left.

Of course Atsushi won’t side with any of you with that sharp glare from Kunikida that shivers him.

Prank wars are a must! Things always get crazy because Dazai is the epitome of turmoil and he has a high tolerance for the most annoying pranks.

Dazai spends half of the office's clear tape to stick them on the doorframe so you'd run your face onto it.

You drop a toy cockroach through his collar after sneaking behind him

He somehow knows which toilet stall you'll use (either you have a habit or he just… deduces) and tampers with the bidet beforehand.

He always puts a roll of toilet paper behind the closet though. If you don't panic or get too mad, you'll find it.

You spray your cologne/perfume directly at his face and say it's "to replace the nasty odour from his bandages" while he coughs.

You tie the waist belt of his trench coat he lets loose to door handles and watch him get caught and fall on his butt.

He often crashes at your place at ungodly hours to ravage the alcohol (sake) in your mini-fridge, bearing a bucket of crab sticks he’ll fry using your stove, and does it at least twice a week.

He comes to your place because his alcohol tolerance is wa~ay better than yours and he doesn’t want the trouble of dragging your wasted self home.

His living space isn't the best for a pair of hazards to drink in either, it has bad ventilation and is too cramped.

Do you know that kind of game show in Japan where the guests have to do super odd missions? That’s what you and Dazai watch while chewing on crabsticks

More often than not, Dazai gets too lazy to make the walk back home so he crashes at your place (not that he actually sleeps well with those neverending disturbing thoughts, just enters energy-saving mode)

When he “wakes up” earlier than you he uses your bathroom and every pleasant-smelling shampoo and body wash you have without hesitation.

Don't sleep in for too long because your face will not escape Dazai's permanent markers.

Why did he even bring markers?

You and Dazai arrive late because you took your sweet time beating him up for using too much soap and water.

Just by your simultaneous late arrival and Dazai’s oddly fragrant hair, Kunikida knows you and Dazai slacked off the night earlier and gives you both an earful.

You either stop Dazai from flirting with random women or join him when you see someone attractive.

If you stop him, grab him by the neck or ear and pull him away.

If you join him or even compete against him to woo his beauty, you have to come up with normal and better flirts to win her attention.

If you're his competitor, Dazai pushes you away by swinging his hips against yours to send you off stumbling.

Random duets while sounding like a constipated seagull with asphyxiation.

It doesn’t matter whether you’re a good singer or not. When Dazai starts his Double Suicide song your vocal cord is squeezed thin

Once, you and Dazai scared away the cat Fukuzawa wanted to pet.

Ranpo asks Kenji to get him earplugs to cover his ears from you and Dazai’s "singing". Yosano ends up asking for a pair too.

Spontaneous random hauls (during ungodly hours) to 100-yen stores (like Daiso) or 24-hour minimarkets. Sometimes it's a good way to let out some steam after a tiring day at work.

In case you don't know, 100-yen stores are super common in Japan. Every product sold there costs only 100 yen (the highest Japanese coin value)

95% of the bill is on you, of course. Dazai chips in with only like, 5,000 yen or 10,000 yen at the most

Dazai doesn't mind carrying all the bags since you paid for most of the products.

He buys the most random stuff too, like cat nail clippers.

"I'll give it to Atsushi-kun," He says.

"But I was the one who paid for it," You stare.

Eating hotpot at the roof of your apartment or any random building which roof is open (aka invade-worthy) at midnight.

The utensils, portable stove, and ingredients are on you. You can't expect Dazai to provide those when all he eats and drinks are alcohol and instant food

He's the one carrying everything behind you while you unlock (pick the lock) and open the door

Dazai always, tirelessly, tries to pour his whole sachet of MSG and you have to be quick to bust him before the whole soup is ruined

He pokes his chopsticks into your meatball and steals it just before you eat it

Everything becomes a mess from there.

The udon that got tangled between his chopsticks dropped on your thigh, the mat, and his own leg. The broth drips on everything

The mess aside, it’s very enjoyable with the dark sky, tiny stars, and cool breezy wind against your faces and hairs.

Dazai’s not the only one who crashes at his best friend’s place unprovoked, uninvited, and by unpopular demand.

You bring trash bags because you always have to dispose of the empty sake bottles, food wrapping, and leftovers he let flood his space.

If you don’t, you have to squeeze yourself to fit on the small untouched space on his floor because the rest of the area is hidden under the trash.

Dazai whines and says you’re nitpicky while sitting on the couch watching you clean, poking your back with his toe.

Sometimes you bring DVDs of old movies for you and Dazai to watch and diss together over soft drinks.

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿

You and Dazai often clash when Dazai isn’t mentoring Atsushi properly.

“What kind of mentor asks his newbie junior to help him get out of an oil drum on his first day of work?”

“I know not everybody can be me,” Dazai flails his hand.

Sometimes you feel the need to chaperone Dazai and Atsushi... just in case...

You have to be able to endure not knowing anything and just do things according to his plan because Dazai always keeps his strategies all to himself

Always be ready to be told to do the stupidest things

"Stand at the end of the plaza and make pigeon noises," This is something Dazai might tell you.

After arguing, you have no choice but to follow because as he claims, "Have my strategies ever failed?"

The ending will be something along the lines of the target you and Dazai pursuing use pigeon noises as their code and the voices you made disrupt their communication.

Dazai always has a cocky smile each time the mission is successful at the expense of your patience (and dignity).

Dazai trusts you to always have his back, even and especially when he puts himself out there as the dummy for the sake of success.

He doesn’t think twice about entering a building with a bomb inside to confront criminals while you’re left in charge to find the diffuser before it explodes, killing everyone and him included.

Or like when he counts on you to find the sniper in time while he strikes a ‘negotiation’ else he gets shot dead.

It's even more irritating how Dazai never bats an eye at the possibility of him dying while he always, stealthily, protects you from behind the stage

It's hypocritical of him and it angers you from how one-sided everything is.

You often rage at him about this after the jobs are done. It irks you even more how he never thinks it’s that big of a deal and always dismisses your emotions like it’s a casual day to day conversation.

(A fist or slap may be thrown at him in the heat of the moment.)

Dazai never gets fully convinced by your concerns about him, but he may compromise for future plans. It’s a slow journey that requires your patience and persistence.

𝗘𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗢𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿’𝘀 𝗦𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗦𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗺

Being his best friend means that there's a huge chance that you relate to his emptiness/hopelessness (or even both) since Dazai's emotional distance grows when faced with people who he deems is "in another world".

[If you're one of the people who walk under the light, unaware how it feels to have slimy dark hands creeping over you, it'll take longer for you to be his best friend.]

It's your second nature to keep an eye out for bandages on sale. You always buy a heap of them for Dazai. You see bandages, you think of him.

Dazai ‘thanks’ you each time by treating you for a night out at random bars to get wasted together

He actually rejects any woman’s advances so he can savour his time with you. Who else will he do that for?

Whatever depressing or embarrassing blurbs you both say out of drunkenness, they'll be forgotten when morning comes.

You continuously break into his living space to make sure he doesn't do anything stupid. It terrifies you how you can never absolutely know what he does when you’re not with him considering how spontaneous his attempts are.

You always burn any rope before he makes a noose out of them

You throw out any suspicious pills and every blade you find

You properly sort any dangerous cleaning chemicals

You can never reach his infamous Complete Guide to Suicide book though, he always keeps it somewhere safe

You secretly install a couple’s app in his phone that gives you his location and alerts you if he’s out of range in case he tries to jumps into a river or off a building.

(He actually knows but for some reason, he doesn’t want to uninstall it. By gut feeling, you also know that he knows and are glad he keeps the app)

Dazai always protests each time you stop his suicide attempt, which may lead to arguments, but at least you'll see him tomorrow. You don't hear any genuine irritation in his complaints either.

When he looks like he doesn’t even want to crack a joke about what he’s feeling, you strike up a conversation as if nothing’s wrong

Dazai appreciates that. He doesn’t need advice, just a faithful presence that doesn’t judge him.

Your conversation with him circles around what he’s feeling without actually addressing it, just to give enough clues that you acknowledge his feelings without being melodramatic.

Dazai is much more casual compared to you whenever he catches you having a depressive episode, but there’s always that pensive look in his eyes he can’t or doesn’t try to hide.

His statements aren't what you'd call conventionally supportive but he delays your dark thoughts for another day.

And if they're still there tomorrow, he'll delay them again. It goes on like that.

He knows how to handle your depressive/suicidal thoughts if you have any.

"Are you going to use that box cutter? If you have to be an amateur, at least live until tomorrow so I can teach you the proper art of suicide."

"This noose is too weathered," He wiggles the flimsy rope in his hand. "How about shopping together to find better kinds of stuff after work tomorrow?"

“You seriously still believe these pills are lethal?” he throws the bottle over his shoulder and it rolls down the gutter. “Don’t you know basic chemistry? The best these will do is give you diarrhoea.”

You always end up following his goofy lead and he somehow always distracts you successfully.

Basically, he addresses your pain the way you address his; acknowledging it without making a huge fuss about it, and you appreciate his efforts.

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[maschotch]

hello my friend, wanted to ask you to rank the team from least favorite to most favorite. and to tell you i hope you have a good day!

ahh ok ok ok like the whole team or just the core 7? fuck it: all of them

jj: explanation here but tldr? white pinterest mom vibes and im nota hashtag feminist girlboss

kate: same reasons as jj but i thought she was funny while she lasted and i liked the human trafficking episode with her niece that was crazy

rossi: racist wealthy italian. "i used to be in the mafia" and "im a war veteran" are his only other personality traits. need i say more? his best moment was when he gave hotch a gun to kill himself ajsdlghsjg

seaver: wattpad energy im sorry gamergirl

matt: breeding kink. my vietnamese and filipino friends have had too many interactions with kpop stannies and koreaboos for me to support wasian kids with white moms im sorry

reid: he's not low on purpose i just don't really like any of the story arcs that surround him specifically and hes the most annoying ab his daddy/mommy issues than anyone else on the team (why cant he be normal about it like morgan lol) and i know enough other people love him to make up for him not being my absolute favorite

alex: another low empathy legend. i find her fascinating and i love lveo lveolevoevlevoelvoevleovelvoe her relationship with reid!!! thats his mom right there!!! (no disrespect diana- a boy can have two moms<3)

stephen: he was such a funky little guy. had that weird dad energy that we've missed since gideon left. didn't deserve to go like that, the scene with monica brings me to tears everytime, i wish he could've been there longer and had a chance to develop his relationships with the rest of the team more

tara: i loooove her she's so cool and smart. i wish she had more storylines about her tho :/ but thats the racism ig lmao

gideon: literally just a fucked up guy he's so goofy and weird. and it's kinda like the opposite of spencer--he's higher on my list bc i know he's low on so many other people's and honestly the weirdo freak deserves better. i want someone to hannibal him so so bad

jordan: ok i thought she was fucking awesome??? i really wish she had stayed longer but i also loved how she always struggled with the job because of how personally she took everything. she looked at this nightmare of a life and said "no thanks :) not for me" and i respect that. but i love her relationships with the team especially emily morgan hotch <3

penelope: ????do i even need to say anything she's gorgeous and funny and literally the glue that holds the team together like this show would not be shit without her in it

morgan: another one i feel like goes without saying he's just such a good man so gentle and sweet and kind and loving and protective. he takes all the hurt he's experienced and uses that to fuel his love and devotion for others. and he's so so smart he just doesn't need to rub it in everyone's face all the time. he's just got that tmasc swag and his tits always steal the show<3

luke: baby boy baby he's my absolute golden boy fr. he's going higher than morgan/penelope which seems a little off but i'm grading on a curve: he didn't really get any storylines and he wasn't there for that long. latino king and im a sucker for sign language. his crush on garcia is sooooo cute and just the way he was always there for her emotionally even when she didnt want him to be.. .giving him infinite gold star stickers

elle: badass cuban?? the way she instantly settled into the bau family?? putting everyone in their place?? how her leaving left a permanent scar on everyone who cared about her?? the potential for vigilante elle?? haircut in the second season?? her smile??? teh gUn HoLsTerskasj j??? what's not to love?? i wish she lasted longer :((((

hotch: hes my boring white man i will hype this bitch up so much!!!!!!WILL defend southern boy hotch to the death. trans man autistic man trying-to-be-better-than-his-father man <3 hes sooooooo expressive and emotionally open especially when he goes -_- i love him so so much

emily: she's so so so smart and hot <3 i love my low empathy queen <3 normally i dont really like ~rich white girl with mysterious international connections~ trope but she manages it perfectly bc its not her whole personality you know? she's all about second chances and trying again and building a new life for herself out of the ashes of her old one and it doesn't always work but she keeps trying anyway and i love love love her

[ringmyheart]

Can I request Vin Jin boyfriend headcanons and some fluff? (You don't have to force yourself)

(This and the other vin jin rq were merged!)

Honestly the way I see it, it doesn’t matter if you’re a very calm person or outgoing person. No matter what this relationship is gonna end up being considerably chaotic

He ropes you into everything he does. Doesn’t matter if u r a design student or an architecture student or if ur on the opposite side of the school from him, u r practically in his class. Dating him is like signing a contract sealing away ur own life bc he makes it a point to be ALWAYS w u

In class he doesn’t gaf if the teacher has ur seat on the other end of class, he is somehow finding a way to sit next to u against ur will or not. And when the teacher moves u two away from eachother INTENTIONALLY bc of this, he is threatening whoever happened to sit next to u to trade seats w him. He will go as far as to dress up as them to make it look like they’re them to be next to u and he’s so dramatic ab it.... being away from u felt like u were star crossed lovers whom the world was fiercely against

And if UR against this cuz ur tired of getting in trouble in class, or if you reject any of his advances, he’s gonna be really, really, really offended. He will at first sputter and be kinda shy and embarrassed about it, before he goes “fine! Have fun on your own without me, the greatest thing in your fucking life!”

He move seats back and will glare at you periodically every five minutes to pavlov dog you so that every five minutes every day, even when he’s not there, you feel the burning stare of vin jin

If you’re his s/o, he’ll buy you a matching pair of sunglasses so ur the freshest looking couple around Seoul (they’re hideous and thick but he thinks u look fly)

The glasses don’t have nearly as many layers as his does for himself so u can see, and u wonder how he managed to make them just as bulky and if he did it on purpose to sabotage u. Like “did u make my glasses purposefully ugly so no one else will want me?”

U have to dodge a punch after saying anything like that ab his fashion decisions LMAOAO

He’s rlly proud of u two matching. With the glasses and anything in general. He’ll make you wear a jacket matching his, or the same shoes and he will stop people in the hall and be like “wait. Notice anything cool ab us today?? Cooler than normal??”

And when they don’t respond he boasts “that’s right!! Me and my other half r matching. Look at us and weep, losers.” He thinks u two look so good....... if ur enthusiastic ab wearing matching things too he is elated u have to pray that tomorrow he won’t show up w another “if lost return to Vin Jin” “I’m Vin Jin” pair of jackets or anything of the like bc it happens SO OFTEN

And on the topic of sharing when it’s cold he likes to share jackets and blankets w u. Ur desks r moved by eachother by vin jin himself and u two share one blanket over u and shiver bc he just likes it, sharing w u plus he’s slightly warmer. And yes if you guys had indivizual blankets you would be warmer, but u guys have to struggle together he doesn’t care what anyone says (yes even ur protests ur sharing that one blanket wether he has to wrap it around u himself and tear up the one u brought on ur own or what”

He is so blind in love that he cannot tell when u guys suck at stuff. Like if ur in the wrong he doesnt care ur RIGHT and he’s taking that to the grave. He can belittle u and call u out but if someone else says ur in the wrong it’s on sight

Will die protecting ur name even when ur the one who was genuinely wrong

He forces u to make a beat for him to rap to. He loves rapping and wants to enjoy it w u, so ur forcefed YouTube videos of how to beatbox so u can be his bgm and eventually u probably just start to enjoy it to

And u always start a beat and he starts busting out rhymes and it’s SO BAD. It doesn’t matter if ur good at beatboxing if vin Jin is on the track w u it’s gonna sound terrible he brings the quality down immensely but u two just cannot tell

Like after a two session ur like “omg... that was so good. We should go pro?” “Fuck yea we should we’re better than those posers” “we could rlly make it in the industry fr” no u absolutely could not

During the school festival, u sang with him and it was SO bad. Half the crowd is gonna have 2 be hospitalized but u two had FUN up on the stage

Like I said, he has absolute faith in u. All u do is right. If ur driving a car for the first time, he is going to be ur little hype man doesn’t matter if u suck. U hit a curb and he went “YES babe!! Ur killing it cant wait till u hit the road bby” Ur not allowed to touch a car for the next two years now bc he kept cheering u on when u we’re doing CLEARLY wrong things

On a plane u r looking for the bathroom like pensively and u see a handle and look back and r like “is this it???” And vin jin thinking u r all righteous will go “yea babe go for it” and u open it and u depressurizate the cabin immediately

Now both on like 5 no fly lists

He loves to do things with u, like I mentioned earlier, and things he wouldn’t do alone he’ll do w u. Like drawing alone?? Boring. Drawing w Y/N??!!! Who knows what could happen..... so much fun could ensue. Maybe he will draw u cutely. Maybe he will draw u so ugly u will be forced to engage in a fight.

He likes to play just dance w u and compete for the “greats/all star!” Little titles above, and it becomes like a Friday night ritual for u two to turn just dance on and just go at it. But sometimes he’ll get too intense and suddenly he’s actually fighting for the chance to beat u. Will trip u so u lose on purpose

He makes u listen to him sing and rap to u. And u try to leave and he hugs tightly and is like LISTEN IFS FOR U, DONT BE UNGRATEFUL and now u have to listen

He makes u a mixtape of songs he made himself and they are all considerably worse than “remember the times we had”. It’s uploaded on SoundCloud and all the comments r hate and u listen to it a lot bc u know he loves u sm he made u a mixtape ya ur gonna play that but everyone else hates it w a passion

Like the comments r like:

Daniel: well.... it’s definitely a song 😅 I’m glad you love (y/n) so much!

Duke: he’s not making it out the hood 😐

Zach: never let this man in a studio AGAIN

Mary: this should’ve stayed in the CD

(Y/N): love it! 😍

Zoe: kill your producer 💀

Mira: ...

He’s overprotective too

If someone looks at u for more than a second he’ll go “what?? U think she is hot, huh? I’ll kick ur ass fucking perv.... cmon babe let’s go”

Will throw his arm around u and streer u the opposite way of any potentially good looking ppl to keep ur eyes on him

Oh Daniel is coming?? What a coincidence u and vin Jin suddenly have to turn the corner to the other way of ur classroom for some reason

Eli is near?!!! Oh no u just got milk spilt in ur eye!! Oh no now he has to wipe ur eyes and u two have to leave the cafeteria whatever will he do

It’s not that he doesn’t have faith in u, he doesn’t have faith in other men. Like he thinks they r all competition, and doesn’t doubt ur loyalty rather doubts how good he can b for u

WILL beat someone up for u. If someone smokes while ur around suddenly his fists r swinging at them cuz even if u smoke or vape urself no one else can get that stuff in ur lungs but YOU or HIM!!

If ur crossing the street and a car almost hits u, it’s the cars fault and he’s kicking the license plate and cursing it out for almost touching u “stupid fucking piece of metal”

Is the type of boyfriend to call u when he knows ur in an Uber and be like “babe u got ur gun w u right?? Oh don’t forget ur BOMB and ur MACHETE!! Yeah just left the house I killed some ppl nbd haha anyways HRU what’s ur Uber driver like” so the driver of ur car won’t even think ab kidnapping u. He has got ur back even when u do not want it

He doesn’t want u to see his eyes, so he’ll tell you to look away so he can take his glasses off and look at u in full color in all ur glory but he never tells u WHY he’s telling u to look away u think it’s a weird thing of his, or he’s insecure ab his face which is partially true but really he’s taking his glasses off and just looking at u. Adoringly.....

He hates PDA. He loves PDA. Do u see his dilemma

Like he loves PDA but doesn’t want anyone seeing him vulnerable even u.... so he’ll hold ur hand and be like “EWWW WHAT R U DOING GET YR HAND OFF MINE”

If u take the lead THATS best bc he can blame it on u and it’s ur fault he HAS to lock fingers w u cuz u did it to him first and he has an excuse to touch u and v like u started this im just sending u ur own energy back 😤

The type to be just like blind, overwhelmed in love. Always thinks ab u, always wants to be w u, worries ab u a lot and frets over u without showing it.... he hates it and loves it to death. Despises it but wouldn’t give it up for anything in the world

Eats lunch w u in the cafeteria and if u sit w someone else u r the ultimate traitor and he will trash talk u to hide his hurt to Mary the entire lunchtime. Kinda possessive.... wants u to also only think about him

WOULDNT EVER fight u for real. Play fights occur VERY often, like pillow fights, tripping ur foot when u say a joke insulting him, grabbing ur collar but he would sooner die than lay a finger on u

Verbal fights happen a lot and if he ever like LOSES it he may lash out and almost hit u and follow thru. I don’t think he’d be able to catch himself that quickly, and if he ever did he’d regret it for the rest of his life. Literally until the day dies he will take it to his grave

He may not sputter out apologieswill just look at u incredulously and then at his hands because what had he done? What did he just do? To you???????? (Y/n))))?????? His (y/n)??? Light of his life?

Will apologize probably over text or through a note or call, and if u don’t respond he is consumed by regret and tries to find u instantly like runs back to ur place

If u forgive him he feels bad still, because does he deserve it? And he might just isolate himself for a bit bc he can’t face u and if it left a scar he is dead inside. It kills him, literally

I could go on w this but I’ll probably save it for another separate pair of hcs later 😭

If u guys ever break up he will fight for u again and won’t stop till ur back together like flowers in ur locker every day, chocolate give during lunch, etc. He wont ever give up hope that he can win u over again and be w u again. He would keep trying, when he wakes up his first thought is ur name in a cold panic bc he can’t rest easy till ur his again and he will try and show off and poorly serenade u and trash his price and be corny and cheesy to get u back

Will set up a performance w the school to let him rap w a mic during lunch for u and he’s saying bars like “(read in bad rapping voice w inconsistent beat) (y/n), love of my life, uh, without you I’d die, uh. Please won’t you take me back? Yuh, without you ima have a heart attack. (Wha!). (Y/n), love of my life, yeah, without you I’m in strife, yup! Please be mine again, (babe), I can never rest till then.”

If the embarrassment doesn’t make u take him back so he’ll pls stop, and when he stands up on the lunch tables to do a little performance doesn’t do it either, then the odd sincerity of his voice and pain in his look (even tho while rapping he sticks out his lower lip in a weird pout) definitely, hopefully will

U make everything worth it !! Truly the light of his life

I hope these were what u wanted, I just had fun w them and wrote stuff that came off the top of my head when I thought of VJ!! ❤️