#lee scathing

[jeeyonshim]

Chuubo's Marvelous Wish-Granting Engine uses several mechanics that rely on what I think of as "narrative fiat," which means that the narrative is the main driver of how the mechanics work and the same suspension of disbelief we grant to our favorite books or movies are granted to the game's system itself. In turn, that system uses that suspension of disbelief as an active part of its design.

Case in point: masks. In The Glass Maker's Dragon, the module for Chuubo's that I've been playing in a campaign for quite some time now, there's a conceit that basically goes "masks hide people's identity." That's it. If a character is wearing a mask, you don't know who they are (unless they choose to reveal that identity to you). This is going to be particularly troublesome for my PC (Natalia) in the second season of our campaign. One of the antagonists we're setting up for the season, Lee Scathing, wears a mask and is one of the few characters in the book whose primary identity is masked. When he wants to blend in and observe people unnoticed, he takes the mask off. Which means as observant and prescient as my PC is, when Lee Scathing wants to go unnoticed, she will not notice him. Narrative fiat is the driver of the trouble she's going to get into with him.

I've been thinking a lot about "narrative fiat" in application to my own game design work, but my brain is sluggish and scrambled as it has been since the Adderall shortage hit my area five months ago (guess who hasn't had any ADHD meds in FIVE MONTHS) so I'll have to save those thoughts for later, when I can put them more coherently.

[wannaeatramyeon]

Could you please make another unhinged reader piece but this time with her going against Charles Choi? (I really love the one you did on Vin Jin!!)

Anon, so so sorry for the delay and tysm for reading! I've been putting off Charles in the first place cos it just seems big y'know?

Unhinged F!Reader links here (or check masterlist): Gun Park | Goo Kim | Samuel Seo | Samuel Seo Part 2 | James Lee/DG | Jinyoung Park | Eli Jang | Tom Lee | Ryuhei Kuroda | Eugene | Vin Jin

Charles Choi with Unhinged F!Reader

"Huh," Charles wonders, "Why do I hear final boss battle music?"

How long has it been since Charles has felt this?

An overwhelming, crushing helplessness.

To think his downfall would come from a nobody. Somebody so insignificant that their existence was completely unknown to him.

An easy, fatal mistake.

"Elite?" the sound of your mocking tone reaches his ears despite the blood trickling out. "Elite compared to what?"

Silly boys and their silly nicknames. They're all the same. Elite, Big Daddy, Rabid Attack Dog, the Legend.

Compensating much? Pathetic.

Some little boys just never grow up, having tasted an ounce of power and thought that was all there was. Such big fishes in a tiny putrid swamp.

Your fingers scrape along Charles' once carefully groomed beard, now smeared with blood and spittle.

"What a silver fox. Guess that's a benefit of you being so past your prime."

The words should hurt, but Charles can face reality. He's no longer the young man he once was. Not sure he would even be a worthy opponent for you if he was.

How strange that in these moments it is Gapryong that he thinks about. How he wasn't really a worthy opponent for Gapryong neither, needing to secure his way to the top with underhanded dealings and James Lee.

Charles drifts in and out, thinking about the Pre-Generation, about Tom Lee and Jinyoung Park.

About how nobody has warned him about you, how he didn't see you coming until it was too late. Swaggering towards him in a deserted street with soulless eyes and a chilling grin.

"Charles Choi?" you had asked, tucking away a slip of paper into your breast pocket, "Or should that be... Elite?"

And that was the beginning of the end.

Or maybe it was the beginning of the end years ago, and now his chickens are coming home to roost.

Charles felt your first lethal attack before he could see it, remaining arm snapping and the heat of blood gushing and pouring out. Voice screaming on reflex before he could register it was his own.

Now, even with you easily in touching distance, Charles can't bring himself to move. He has nothing left to give. And was there ever a time he ever felt truly depleted? Not trying to brute force or scheme his way to the very end?

All fight has left him now.

In his delirium, words escape and leak unhindered under his breath. Some names that ring a bell with you.

You chuckle. "Tom Lee? Jinyoung Park? Oops, I got to them too."

Then you lean down, closing the gap between your bodies, lips ghosting over his ear, sending shivers down his spine.

"Gapryong Kim though? I heard you got to him years before I could." You look Charles square in the eye, your words landing and his eyes widen in panic.

His final secret out.

With that you throw your head back laughing, uproariously and deranged. That is what he's worrying about now? What a wretched man.

"I'll give you anything you want," Charles pleads.

Your laughter abruptly stops and replaced with a scathing look. How fucking predictable. Ugh. This whole thing is starting to bore you.

"I've heard it all from that that twink already. Eugene or something. It didn't end well for him."

"Maybe," you think outloud, examining your hands caked almost completely in red, not remembering if you actually painted your nails that colour or if that is Charles' blood too-

"I want your other arm."

"...I see." are his final words to you, recognising any further pleas will fall on deaf ears. Tone calm yet all he can hear is the pounding of his own heart.

The last thing Charles see before he closes his eyes is the quirk of your lips and bloodlust etched all over your face.

In the darkness, he waits for you to decide his fate and for his empire to crumble.

[intheticklecloset]

HIII!! ^^ i rlly rlly like ur mha fics and was wondering if u could do lee bakugo and ler kirishima, it can be platonic! Ty! Have a nice day/night!!!💗

Kirishima watched Bakugou for a full minute before saying something. He’d fully expected the blonde to either give up or find another way, but when neither of those happened the redhead said, “You know there’s a stool, right?”

Bakugou whirled around, surprised but trying to mask it with a scowl. “I don’t need it! I’m not short!”

“Didn’t say you were.” Kirishima smirked. “But I think it would make whatever you’re trying to do a little easier.”

The blonde gave him a scathing look and waved at the frozen waffles sitting on the counter beside the fridge. “The hell does it look like I’m doing?”

“Trying and failing to make breakfast, if I had to guess.”

“Tch.” Bakugou turned his back to him and resumed reaching for the toaster that sat on top of the fridge in their dorm’s kitchen. “Screw you, spiky hair. I don’t need a damn stool.”

Again, Kirishima stood there watching him struggle, although this time his friend kept glancing over his shoulder, fully aware he had an audience now. Knowing arguing was useless, the redhead shrugged and continued his stride into the kitchen, pretending to just let Bakugou do what he wanted.

Until he got right up behind him, scribbling his fingers into the blonde’s exposed armpits.

“GAH!!” Bakugou screeched, bringing his arms down so hard he jammed his elbow on the fridge handle in transit. “Asshole, stohohohohop it!”

“You’re in the way,” Kirishima replied playfully and reasonably. “Some of us actually want to get started with our day. I need orange juice.”

“Juhuhuhuhuhust ask me to mohohohohohove, then, idihihihihiot!” Bakugou cackled, squirming and wriggling uselessly as his redheaded friend continued to dig into his weak spot. “Gahahahahaha, quihihihihihit it alreheheheheady!”

Smirking, Kiri did as he was asked and let up, allowing his friend to collapse against the counter to catch his breath. Acting completely unbothered, he opened the fridge, retrieved the orange juice – they’d have to restock, he noticed – and set it on the counter beside the waffles. Then he moved the stool that was sitting on the other side of the fridge around to the front and stepped up on it, reaching to retrieve the toaster.

Bakugou struck, as Kiri knew he would, but only to find the redhead’s skin was hardened and un-tickle-able.

“Jerk! What, you can tickle me but I can’t tickle you back?” the blonde grumbled as Kiri set the toaster down and turned to grin at him.

“Not when you’re being this stubborn,” he teased, raising wiggling fingers to him again. “I think someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.”

“Kiri, don’t you d-AHAHAHAHAHARE!!”

They got to their breakfasts…eventually.

[potsnpansies]

Quick little oneshot for @unorthodoxx-page ‘s A Tale Of Spirits! I wanted to explore the tense relationship slowly forming between Azula and Donnie. And Donnie’s issues with sensory that he likely has to hide.

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The first time Azula noticed it, she passed it off as the spirit’s typical antisocial and self-important demeanor.

This time, however, it's clearly something more.

The first time they were in a royal procession. Spirit and Princess paraded around the city to show off the Fire Nation’s power. Both in large, open palanquins so that the onlookers may be graced with their presence. Azula was bored, it was a typical routine since Donatello had appeared. She glanced at the spirit on the adjacent palanquin and was surprised to see him unusually stiff.

There was an accompanying band this precession, and some children waving sparklers and cheering. Donatello squinted at the sights and sounds, seemingly annoyed. Azula took it as his regular distaste for the Fire Nation and its people.

The second time, Azula, Mai, Ty Lee, and the Spirit are walking through a bustling market. Their bodyguards are covertly stationed everywhere around them, but it doesn’t seem to dim the lively place. Azula hopes to gain information better this way, the group hooded and concealing their status. Peddlers try and shove their goods in their faces, street performers dazzle cheering onlookers, people argue and haggle, and street musicians are stationed everywhere to get a quick buck. It's all very chaotic and loud.

Don’t even get started on all the smells and flashing colors. The gutters reek of refuse, while everywhere is bombarded with smells of spiced meats and perfumes. Azula herself finds it too much for her tastes.

“How much longer do we have to search around this dump?” Mai complained, she never was one for outings.

“I think it's fun! Everythings so.. Lively!” Ty Lee chipped in, much to the glower of her friend.

Azula finished interrogating a fishmonger for any information he may have received and turned to give her posse a short speech on patience when she finally noticed him. The Spirit was as far into the hood as he could, his face pulled into a subtle grimace. He’s uncomfortable, she could tell as much.

Why didn’t she notice sooner? He was usually always prattling on and lecturing to her, showing off his strange knowledge. But he hasn’t said a word since they started walking around. Very well, she can be benevolent.

“We’re done here, guards, to me.” Within mere seconds the five bodyguards which were previously discrete seemed to practically teleport to her position. “Gather information on the avatar, question anyone you might think might have intel.” She sent the chosen guard away, then ordered the other to ready a coach. The spirit was quiet the whole time as well. Even the other two seemed to notice something was amiss.

_

“Aren’t you going to say thank you?” Azula prodded Donatello, the pair had been riding silently for nearly 15 minutes beforehand.

The spirit drew in a slow breath, then released it. He still seemed uncomfortable. “For what?” He deadpanned, but there was a subtle bite to the words she didn’t expect.

“For getting you out of there, of course, it's clear you don’t like crowds. Though I expected a Great Spirit to able to handle more than some rowdy shopkeepers.” Azula smiled, her words lacked the venom they spat though.

“I don’t need your pity.”

Now THAT was a surprise, no comeback? No scathing remark? She had hit a weak spot. Azula pushed further. “I never said I pitied you, you just looked so sad out there, I figured it was the least I could do for such a powerful being” Azula teased. She watched as he practically raised his hackles. The two fingers that had been previously tapping his knee the whole time instead gripped his pants in a moment of anger.

He released his grip and sighed. His palm gently hit his face and dragged downward in a show of annoyance. “Listen, Azula, I don’t do well with large crowds. Is that what you wanted me to say?” His question came more as a sign that this conversation was over. Azula took it. “Very well then, I’ll make sure the fire priests know.”

She always had to have the last laugh, after all.

-

Azula entered the spirit’s room without knocking. The fire priests came to her saying that he had shut everyone out of his dwelling on threat of death. Strange.

Donatello was wrapped in a blanket on the floor in the corner of his room. It was dead silent save for the muffled noise of some strange grating music coming through the device he always wore on his head. He was gently rocking back and forth, clearly, he had not heard her. He stared fixated on the floor, and only when he sensed her movement did he shoot up straight to his feet.

He was furious.

“Get. Out.” He practically growled the words. His gaze pierced right through her.

Azula practically shivered. “Apologies dear Great Spirit, but you can’t threaten the Fire Sages like that.” She tried to lighten the mood.

“Five.” He had never sounded so angry.

“What are you saying?” Azula began to back up.

“Four” by now she had gotten the idea.

She was out of the room by “two”.

-

When Donatello left his room finally, it had been two days. It was only to pluck some food and drink from the apologetic offerings the sages had left before slamming the door. Azula had been putting up with his sulking since the terrifying encounter. But now she had to confront him. He couldn’t stay cooped up in there forever.

And she needed to apologize.

Of course, it's only strategic, the sages had been in a frenzy at Azula since her breach of his boundaries. They were praying profusely for her to not be cursed or sentenced to death. It's not her fault. Right?

Two knuckles softly rapped at the spirit’s door, the guards stationed on either side had been sent away. She didn’t know why she felt the need to do that, but it was already done.

“Donatello. You are required to leave your living quarters at some point.” She kept her voice stern, but not cruel. There was no answer.

“You can’t stay cooped in there forever, the sages are going crazy from your little stunt.” Shift the blame on him, that always works. Sure.

No answer.

Azula sighed. “Listen, I’m sorry alright? I should have asked to come in. I breached your privacy. I, Azula, Princess of the Fire Nation and daughter of Firelord Ozai, apologize.”

For a moment Azula thought that she was just talking to air. Several long seconds dragged on. Azula readied to leave when the door slowly creaked open. Looking down at her was a rather tired spirit wrapped in a silk robe.

“I accept your apology.” And with that, he turned away. However, leaving the door open as an invitation.

Azula took it.

[coquelicoq]

post-canon every single member of kimcom likes to spoon kim dokja. nonsexually. it's just nice to know he's alive and there and feel his chest rise and fall within the circle of your arms. try to do something stupid now asshole. oh you can't? because of my octopus impression? that's right. take THAT. however i will make one exception for yoo joonghyuk. yoo joonghyuk may want to spoon kim dokja, but he never gets the opportunity because kim dokja wants to spoon him more. so the sleeping arrangement is yjh>kdj>all other kimcom members on rotation. actually i take it back there's one other household member who doesn't want to spoon kim dokja and it's yoo mia, but that's fine because she's one of the only people (besides kim dokja) who yoo joonghyuk would be comfortable spooning. so there's probably times when it's yma>yjh>kdj>today's lucky winner.

incidentally this is also the order for the doing-each-other's-hair train because while yoo mia WILL allow other people to do her hair, no one wants to because she always compares their skills unfavorably to her brother's. and she's really articulate about it. just utterly scathing. one time her criticism was so devastatingly, accurately incisive that she made lee hyunsung cry. yoo joonghyuk spooned him that night to cheer him up and yoo mia was so mad about it that lee hyunsung had to leave the country for a couple weeks. the household learned a valuable lesson that day. it's best not to disturb the delicate spooning/hair-train balance.

[yerrenica]

Jaha Lee x Reader: Eyes on us

Summary: Jaha is possessive over you, but that doesn't stop him from fucking you in front of his men.

Pairing: Jaha Lee/Yi Zaha x female reader

WC: 9.3k

Warnings/Tags: Humiliation, public sex, dubious consent, slight non-con, choking, degradation, begging, blood, hair-pulling, denied orgasm, multiple orgasms, fingering, oral sex, biting.

Rating: 18+

Disclaimer: This is fiction. This is a made up scenario, that doesn’t really fit Jaha’s character in its entirety, however, I’ve always wanted to write something like this, and I just used Jaha for it. This is a BIT out of character, but nonetheless, I hope you guys enjoy it all the same.

In hindsight, you should have thought more about your decision.

Visiting the Master of the Low Down without his knowledge was a poor choice. He had warned you beforehand that the situation in the sect has gotten dire, that strong Masters have started launching attacks on the Low Down. You know little of the Masters he spoke of but he told you that they are not above hurting the people close to him, even if they are innocent, just to get Jaha to bow down to them.

And yet there you were, encompassed in your own thoughts and emotions, standing before a seething Jaha whose scathing glower scorched against your skin. The ambience felt heavy, and even his disciples – those who stayed behind at the sect to help Jaha should there be the need – stood in a line rigidly by the doorway, sights set forward but without grazing the form of your lover.

Your hands wring together in front of you as Jaha stands brooding by the window of his meeting room. Ever since his fight with the Masters of unknown origins began, he had ordered the evacuation of many, and even his Generals were sent away to the front lines. He only brought a handful of his subordinates along. You, were not one of them, though. You had been instructed to stay at the Jaha Inn, but evidently, you did not heed his word.

You sat down by the table nearest to him, making yourself at home despite the uncomfortable quietude prevailing within the room. The disciples must have been wondering how exceptionally idiotic you must be for provoking Jaha like that, even if you are his beloved.

You should’ve kept quiet, you should have understood that today had been particularly unkind to him, with the Masters hot on his tracks and his subordinates lacking competency, which he had to salvage before the battle. If only you had assessed the situation prior to this, you wouldn’t be on your back, pressed against the table, panties forcibly tugged and clinging precariously around one of your ankles, and legs trembling as Jaha entered your pussy, forcing his cock into your dripping hole.

Your hips swayed vigorously and pushed against his pelvis with the intention of pushing him away. However, your action only contributed to his pleasure; his quiet sigh in your ear being evidence of it. Your eyes closed tightly as his hands fluttered to your waist and pulled you against him, rendering you unable to move.

"J-Jaha...” His name had barely slipped past your lips when he thrusted forward. Your ass jiggled obscenely at his abrupt movement. A long, drawn-out moan reeled out of your mouth as your beloved retracted from your pussy, dragging his length along your walls. You whimpered when he suddenly bucked forward again, stretching your opening wide open. You felt every inch of him inside you.

“Ah,” Jaha threw his head back as he began to settle in a relentless pace, pumping his cock in and out of you faster by every passing second. “It’s been so long since I’ve been inside you.”

The squelching noises echoing in the room are deafening, and the moans that started to dribble out of you intermingled with the lewd noises. Jaha dug his fingers into your skin and without disrupting his merciless fucking, he pried open your hanfu with his other hand. Your bra, woven in expensive fabric, was exposed to his sights. His palm descended over one of your breasts, mauling the soft flesh.

“I forgot how nice these feel.” Jaha squeezed your nipple between his fingers. He tugged and twisted at the small nub. You attempted to stifle your noises by biting your lower lip, but upon seeing your endeavor, Jaha clicked his tongue in dismay. “Perhaps I’ve been a little too negligent of you lately. You’ve forgotten how much I hate you being quiet when I’m fucking you.”

At last, a moan finally broke through your resolve after Jaha bent over your frame and pushed his hips against yours, driving the head of his cock deeper inside of you in the process. His tip brushed against your sensitive spot, causing your moan to resonate louder in the room. You felt a vivid flutter in the pit of your stomach as Jaha thrusted in and out of you, every snap of his hips stroking your most sensitive spot.

“Ah... wait—,” You exhaled. “Too deep.”

A smirk painted over Jaha’s youthful countenance as he studied your flushed expression, triumph apparent on his face. “That’s the way you like it.”

It wasn’t a question, it was a statement – one that you could not refute. His lips purchased over your neck. His teeth nibbled on the tender flesh, grazing over a small portion. A sharp surge of pain ran through your spine and to your injured skin as his canines punctured through your flesh. You could feel the sensation of your warm blood oozing out of you.

Jaha hummed at the sight, his eyes half lidded as he dipped his head once again to lap your blood. As he pulled away, he whispered. “You taste the same.”

The metallic taste of your blood must have heightened his arousal for you. You instantly felt him throb inside of you, his hardening cock expanding your velvety walls. “Do you like this, my love? Do you like being fucked in front of my men?”

His words dwelled in your head for an excruciatingly prolonged moment, incapable of comprehending the meaning of his statement. However, horror dawned over you and the vibrant color of vermillion painted your cheeks as it finally clicked.

Your gaze was torn from your Jaha to the disciples residing in the same room as you. Their stances did not alter from how you’d seen them the time you arrived. Their heads remained steady and set forward, but their masks (which only the Generals and the few elite disciples Jaha now had acquired wore) completely concealed every striking feature that could potentially expose their identity. You had no way of knowing if their gaze was settled upon you. But you knew better. Even if they retained any respect for you as an individual or as the lover of their superior, they couldn’t help it if their eyes strayed to you and Jaha, watching as he abusesd your cunt to release his frustrations and pent-up anger.

You bit your bottom lip. Don’t look at me.

“No, wait– ”

Your hands, quivering from the mortifying realization of your current predicament, moved against your volition. They darted towards Jaha, intent on taking hold of his shoulders and shoving him off but he caught on to you before you could initiate. His hand let go of your breast and captured your wrists in a single, swift swipe.

You grunted and mewled, dilated irises looking back at the small audience and then back to your beloved. “I have to cover up.” You mumbled to him, swallowing the growing lump in your throat. “They can see me, Jaha!” Your arms strained in effort as they tried to get your lover to unhand you but to no avail. His grip tightened at your struggle.

“Shut up.” Jaha muttered. He removed his other hand from your waist and wrapped it around your throat stringently, impeding your breathing. Air was immediately cut off as he choked you. You could feel his fingers drag against your delicate skin and your eyes stung. “Cum sluts don’t talk. So, don’t talk.”

Thick tears that had emerged from the corners of your eyes streamed down the sides of your red tinted visage as you were helplessly fucked against the table. Each time he thrusted in you, your back skid against the smooth surface of the desk. A mewl laced in agony filtered out of your mouth at the feeling of your flesh scraping against the table, but Jaha ignored your sounds. Either he found a sickening pleasure from your agony, or he simply couldn’t care less for your comfort, which was difficult to believe since he had been nothing but kind to you ever since you two first met.

An endless stream of moans slipped past your lips as his fat cock plunged deeper and deeper into your soaping cunt. The tip of his cock roughly kissed your cervix at each thrust.

You haven’t seen your partner display his prowess before, but you have caught wind of how powerful, and skilled he was despite his youthful appearance. A force to be reckoned with, his disciples and servants often described him when fighting was involved within the discussion. It wasn’t quite surprising that your scuffle against him was nothing but mere play to him. His grasp around your neck and wrists were vice like. The pain from his touch was agonizing, but a small part of you, embarrassingly enough, couldn’t help but be aroused by his power.

How were you getting turned on in a situation like this?

“Jaha, l-let... ah!... go of me.” Your exclamation did nothing to deter Jaha’s resolve. In fact, your protest urged him on.

Jaha pinned your hands over your head and finally, lets go of your throat. You breathed in deeply as soon as his fingers liberated your passageway, filling your lungs with the air he had denied you of.

“Let go of you?” An amused, almost sardonic chortle pushed past his jeering lips. “I don’t think your pussy wants me to.”

As to prove his point, the same hand which had held your neck moved in between your legs. You gasped in surprise as his digits pressed firmly against your clit and rubbed circular motions around your sensitive area. Despite yourself, a long-winded moan permeated into the room, combining with the lecherous sounds of your sloshing essence.

“See? You don’t want me to let go of you. In fact, you like this, don’t you?” Jaha stilled himself, carefully inserting his cock fully inside of you. You pussy spasmed around his long length. “Being fucked on a table, in front of strangers? Even a tramp has the decency to find some place private to get her stupid cunt plugged with cocks.”

Tears filled your eyes as his words sunk in. Degradation had not once found its way to Jaha’s lips before. He had always regarded you with love and respect, and not even in your worst rows did he insult you in any way. It was at that moment that all those warnings you did not heed from his disciples sunk in. They warned you of his crazy side, they warned you that he was a mad demon who should not be provoked. And yet, you did just that.

A sob wracked through your perspiring and panting frame. Your lips quivered as you pushed through the pleasure his cock and fingers were giving you. “Don’t – ” You groaned. “ – talk to me... ahh... like that!” You wished to salvage what little self-respect you had at the moment.   

“Haha.” Jaha laughed as he looked down at your dishevelled self. He leaned down and planted his lips against yours. There was no touch of delicateness in his actions, something you were not used to, and you doubted you ever would be. Thus, you move your head – or at least tried to – away from him but your motions must have encouraged him more. You felt him press harder against you and noticed the significant change of pace in his thrusts. Once he drew away from you, with a long string of saliva connecting your drooling lips, he smiled down at you. “You’re my wife-to-be. I can do and say whatever I want to you. Whether I call you a slut or treat you like a cock sleeve, it’s up to me and you’ll like it.”

A tear cascaded down your face. You couldn’t tell whether it was because you were hurt by his statement or excited. He cooed as he caught sight of your sorrows. “Oh, don’t give me your crocodile tears. It doesn’t look good on your pretty face.” Jaha took his hand away from your pussy – you struggled not to whine in protest – and dragged his thumb across your cheek. The dampness on your face was successfully wiped away, but you could smell your own cum smearing against your skin. “Better stop crying or I’m going to give you something else to cry about.”

You wanted to calm down after you heard him, to keep your tears at bay, but you weren’t quick enough. Or better yet, Jaha didn’t give you an ample amount of time to compose yourself. He clicked his tongue in disappointment. “No? Have it your way then.”

His hand grabbed a handful of your locks and pulled your head up and off the surface of the desk. You clamoured in pain, but it was replaced with a shrill groan as Jaha pushed into you, the head of his girth knocking against your cervix in the process. The gentleness that you have always perceived in your intimate moments together vanquished, leaving but the carnal need to get you drunk on his cock. He held no empathy for you at present time. You could tell by how intent he was in ruining your insides. But what mortified you was how your body responded eagerly to how disgustingly he was treating you. Your nipples hardened and your pussy clamped around his penis, gripping him greedily every time he pulled away.

A smirk made its way to his lips. “Did you just tighten around my cock?” He chuckled. Your body stiffened, surprised that he had noticed your walls contracting around him. “Do you like being treated like this? Like a whore?” His pelvis halted from slapping against you and boisterous laughter resounded within the room. Your wet eyes turned to observe if some of the disciples had forsaken their initial stance and have shamelessly watched Jaha plug your cunt, but Jaha gripped your chin between his fingers, forcing you to look into his eyes. “If I had known sooner...”

He inclined his body over yours completely. His chest slotted firmly over your own, compressing your lungs in the process. Your mouth opened to breathe. Jaha took this chance to shove his tongue inside you once more, licking and exploring your mouth.

Your wrists shifted under his grasp, trying to free them from his restrain. His tongue moved rapidly inside your mouth, leaving not even a single space uncharted of his dominance. A shudder ran down your spine as his tongue curled around your own, toying with it. You whimpered against his mouth.

“Ah!” Jaha abruptly disconnected himself from the kiss. You remained lying on the table, still taking every pleasurable thrust his cock gave. “You’re so cute like this. Are you sure you didn’t come just because you missed having your pussy screwed and filled?”

Without waiting for your reply, Jaha dove to the crook of your neck. You felt his teeth graze over your skin. He was taunting you.

At long last, his teeth sunk in your soft flesh, puncturing small lacerations against you. The pain that followed was instantaneous. If you hadn’t been in a state of haze, you would’ve been releasing a humiliating string of whimpers and wails. The pleasure and pain overlapped one another. Liquid of the color of crimson leaked from the very flesh your beloved had torn.

You felt Jaha throb inside you. The taste of your saliva and blood mixed in his tastebuds, prompting him to the edge of euphoria.

You took a gander at the disciples present in the room again and although you had suspected already, your eyes widened as you discovered all of them observing you from their respective distance. Your line-of-sight trailed down to their lower garments. The fabric of their clothing was annoyingly thick, and the folds made it almost impossible for you to assess their current condition. The outline may have been discreet, but you could tell that seeing you in your torn open hanfu with their superior using you as his cock sleeve riled them up.

You didn’t want to feel aroused by this, but something within you was enjoying this situation. You tightened around his length despite your own chastise to yourself. He let out a broken sigh of pleasure and wasted no time lapping up your blood. The manner he licked and sucked on your skin was no different from when he had his mouth eating you out.

“You know, [Y/N]. You can’t just come here anytime you want anymore. Not even if you’re my fiancé.” Whispered Jaha into your ear. He stilled his hips for a short while, and his momentary pause felt like an eternity to you. The knot in the pit of your stomach slowly untangled.

You whined in disapproval. With your body moving against your will, your ass pushed back against him. You narrowed your eyes, and bit your lower lip as you took more of his cock. A sense of triumph curtained you as you heard him choke in his own spit when your slit pressed against his balls. You rotated your hips, smearing them with your cum.

“Fuck me, [Y/N].” He exhaled, as he whispered, eyes fluttering to a close. “You have no clue how dangerous it is that you even left home. Times have changed. You can’t do whatever you want just because you feel like it.”

Jaha resumed his thrusts. Somehow, the temporary halt had been a silent way for him to recuperate. The speed at which he pumped into you was quicker, rocking your body up against the table and creating a terribly painful friction against your back. You felt his balls hitting your clit every now and then. Without warning, his fingers released your hair and your head thudded against the table. Before you could register the piercing pain that accumulated at a portion of your skull, his digits travelled back to your thighs, and they stroked your clit softly. You mewled at the sudden feeling, to which he smirked. “And yet you disobeyed my orders to stay at home. And for what exactly, huh?”

His fingers worked wonders on you. They rubbed and stroked furiously, intensifying the build-up in the pit of your stomach. The overwhelming satisfaction was addicting, enough to make you cross-eyed.

“To ask me if I’m alright?” He took his hand away from your union and clutched a bouncing tit, squeezing it. His cock twitched uncontrollably inside you and yet his face showed no signs of nearing release. “You risked your safety for something like that? Did you even think it through?”

Jaha pounded harder inside you, fiercer and more desperate than ever – desperately trying to gratify himself, to hurt you, and make you feel just about everything he desired you to feel.

Your legs trembled as a familiar coil slowly formed within your stomach. Jaha’s cock never ceased its abuse in your hole. His ridges dragged along your insides and his tip bruised your cervix every time his hips snapped forward. Ripples of pleasure coursed throughout your body just as a never-ceasing string of mewls and moans elicited from your drooling mouth.

“Jaha, please...” Your breathless begging came out in a form of a whisper. “I-I can’t – ”

You didn’t think he’d listen to you. You’ve already surmised that nothing you’ll say will ever prompt him back to the man he was to you. But you tried to hide your disappointment when he turned rigid and let go of your wrists. You winced as he slammed his hands on either side of your head.

“Hm?” Your heart raced as Jaha spoke. “What did you say again?”

The words that you had prepared to bellow got hitched in your throat. Uncertainty encompassed your figure as you strove to find an appropriate answer to him that would not result in a harsher punishment – and you dreaded ever knowing what exactly harsher meant for someone like Jaha. Supplying him with an answer that did not satisfy him would give him an opening to make a mockery out of you and have you screaming at the top of your lungs.

Jaha straightened his back and cast his scorching glower over his shoulders, towards his disciples.

“If you have something to say to me or to my fiancé, spit it out.”

His statement sent you into a frenzy of puzzlement. If Jaha had just been a wee harder than he had been now – and God knows in what degree of delirium he would’ve brought you if so – had he abandoned all inhibitions restricting him from making you cry and plead for his cock or his mercy, what little remained of your intellect would be down in the drain and nothing, but his name would be rolling out of your mouth. But you merely laid there, clothing and legs forced open, swallowing a cock whole, and with your juices dripping down your inner thighs.

It occurred to you only after a moment of composing yourself. He was not regarding you when he spoke.

Overcome with Jaha’s length pulsing and twitching inside your cunt, it nearly slipped your mind that the two of you were not alone in the room, and numerous prying and privy pair of eyes were observing your public indecency.

You did not know whether the whine that you produced was from relief or protest when your beloved pulled his cock out of you. He moved away from you swiftly as he slipped his wet dick back in his pants, not once taking his eyes off a particular disciple.

Your gaping pussy was in a perfect position for them to view. Your legs spread wide open, your sore hole leaking with globs of Jaha’s precum and trailing down your puckered ass, clit lathered in your combined essence, cheeks flushed, labored breathing, and tongue sticking out – their heated gazes pierced through your skin. Your vagina spasmed as your mind wandered to what wicked fantasies were raging in their minds.

The silence was heavy and suffocating - you couldn’t even hear the breath of any disciple, just your own mess of a state.

Jaha glanced at your form. For the years you had known him, you thought you could read your husband-to-be with ease. But right now, you couldn’t tell anything about him. His irises were blank, and his expression was laced with no dust of emotion. Perhaps this is what they meant when they called him a mad demon?

He took in the mess he made out of you, and his tongue ran along his lower lip. He placed the tip of his forefinger over your collarbone and slowly, he brought it down to the valley of your breasts, along one of your nipples, and finally settled on your lower belly. A shiver surged down your spine at the sensation of his touch.

Your body moved of its own accord. Your hands, though your wrists throbbed in pain, shakily pressed against the table to raise yourself up but Jaha secured his palm against your stomach, fixating you against the desk before you could even lift a single strand of your hair from its sprawled state. The corners of his eyes had slit, and fury graced what was once a blank canvas of an expression.

“Stay.” He commanded. He said nothing in addition to his simple order, but the threat behind his strict tone was enough for you to swallow your pride and resign to him.

His footsteps were concise and rapid, and before you could understand the situation, a commotion occurred outside your line of vision. Curiosity, ever the mischievous counteragent of discipline, compelled you to prop yourself on your arms and sit up on the table. Your arms moved to enact your will, but your blood ran cold as a sharp holler of pain reached your ear, followed by a distinct sound to a body plummeting to the ground.

No doubt it was the handiwork of Jaha. The little resolve you had accumulated in that short time of peace had vanquished. You lost the feeling of control over your body, and you opted to close your eyes to play blind of the happening just several meters from your nakedness.

“You’re the one who spoke earlier, right?” You winced as your ears picked up the sound of a kick and a tumbling body. A deep voice groaned in agony. “I want to hear what you said again. Can you repeat it?”

You waited for him to reiterate whatever he had said, but silence prevailed. Apprehension ate away at the back of your head.

You heard shuffling, hushed mumbles, and staggering footsteps – and then, you felt a presence close to you and another at the other side of the table.

Regardless of the fear gripping your heart, you fluttered open your eyes. The first thing that welcomed you back to reality was the familiar, handsome face of your husband. He curled a lock of your hair around his index finger. The way he coiled your tresses around his finger was tantalizing. He cocked his head to one side, watching quietly as your strands unfurled from his digit. “How does it feel to stand so close to my whore of a wife?”

“I don’t know, sir.”

Your whole body stiffened as you heard the voice of another man so close by, just by the opposite side of where you were forced to lie. You craned your head up, disregarding the numb pain you were putting on the top of your skull. A disciple – in all his masked glory – stood rigidly before you and Jaha, arms straightened at his sides and gaze forward – or so you wished to believe.

Your heartbeat accelerated. You could almost feel it thrumming in your throat. Having people watch you be screwed was one thing but having another man so close to you in your current state was another. Shame clouded over you. A noblewoman with her tits out, soaping pussy hungry for a cock to fill it, and completely vulnerable for any man to take advantage of – just what would your family say if they saw you like this?

Jaha let out a scoff. “I don’t believe you.” He asserted, glare sharpening. The disciple visibly swallowed. “What did you say about me and my fiancé earlier?”

You eased back to your former position, pupils darting from one direction to another. You did not know the identity of the man behind you. Concern for his safety should have been the last thing on your mind but you could not help feeling sympathy for him. Even strangers who you had thought were sitting at the top of power and control regarded your partner in a light of respect and fear. A lower-ranking underling like him would not survive a single swipe Jaha would deliver.

A clearing of throat. “I-I don’t know anymore, sir.” An obvious lie.

Jaha heaved out a sigh. His brows knitted together. “You don’t know a lot of things, do you? It’s a wonder how you managed to join my sect. Seongtae must have been out of his mind to consider you competent enough to deal with larger matters when you can’t even remember something you said just a moment ago.”

You felt the gentle hand of your partner trailing down the side of your face, as though admiring your beauty. You shuddered at the feeling. His touch wasn’t as warm as when he laid with you in the dead of night. It felt cold, almost unwelcoming, and yet it was delicate. How very confounding.

“You said that I shouldn’t treat my beloved like this.” Uttered Jaha, finally. “Interesting that you think that because I didn’t ask for your opinion.”

His motion was swift. His nails burrowed deeply into your skin as he clenched your jaw. “Look at her.” He moved your face in a direction. Your eyes locked with the masked face of the disciple. “Does she look like she hates being used like this? She’s my wife-to-be. You don’t have a say in how I treat her. Whether I want her to be my own personal slut or not, it’s not up to you.”

Your breath caught in your throat as Jaha snaked his palm between your thigh and cupped your heat. Immediately, your cum coated his hand. You folded your legs together impulsively, trying to keep his hand from acquiring a vaster coverage of your pussy.

A scoff tumbled out of his scowling lips. “Hey, cut that out.” A gasp escaped your mouth as he palmed your clit in response to your rejection. Your body became rigid. In that short amount of time of your stillness, Jaha managed to find the perfect access to your pussy hole. He stroked your clit faster, broadening the mess at your nether lips. Your nipples hardened at his actions. The vanishing pulse of pleasure returned, knotting once again at your lower belly.

Satisfaction gleamed in his eyes. Your heart leapt against your ribcage as a rush of dread struck you. Fighting through the pain circulating around your wrists, your hands enveloped one of his and your front leaned forward, gradually lifting your back from the table. “Jaha, whatever you’re thinking, please,” You implored. “D-Don’t do it – I’m sorry – ”

A yelp pierced through your mouth, followed by a deep intake of air as Jaha slammed you back against the surface. Your breasts bounced at the harsh contact and drifting through the silence of the air was an obscene sound of your pussy squirting.

Jaha threw his head back as laughter rumbled through his chest and filtered out of his mouth. Scarlet shadowed over your cheeks as your eyes stared off to anywhere but to any pair of eyes in the room. The burning gazes from the disciples over your slovenly frame heightened. If Jaha were not here in the room to deter them...

“What a disgusting sound! I knew you were getting off on being watched like this!” He snickered. He cast his sights back on the disciple by the table, an eyebrow raised. “Do you see him, my darling? He seems very, very interested in getting to know you. What better way to make acquittance than being intimate?” Yet another loud gasp tore from your throat as Jaha peeled away from your cunt and smacked it once. A rather disturbing sound of your juices splattering against you and his hand entered your ears. “And it looks to me that you share the same sentiment.”

A confusing feeling erupted from within you. Fear and thrill of what was to come. You have never laid with another man before, much less a stranger whose identity you do not know of. But as you continue to run over the idea, the more menacingly it seemed to loom over you. You are a nobleman whose parents expect you to bring honor to them in any way. Letting a man who is not your husband have his way with you will not only reflect on you, but the reputation of your clan.

Jaha leaned down until you felt his hot breath fan over your ear. He whispered. “Relax, [Y/N]. I’m not going to let him fuck you.” You didn’t know whether to take comfort from his words or not. “Just let me have this for now.”

He poised himself back to his original height. Your eyes dilated as he brought his slick-covered hand to his mouth. His tongue slowly wrapped around every inch of his fingers, tasting you in every lap of his pink muscle.

Jaha’s black hair bounced as he moved his head back, humming in absolute delight. “Ahh,” He moaned, tone laced with honey and ecstasy. “You taste so good, my darling.” He studied the disciple near the table with an innocent smile – the kind that was so innocent that a sense of foreboding trickled from it. “I’m sure you’re just dying to have a taste of her.”

The disciple cleared his throat with a firm cough. His jaw twitched. “You’re mistaken, sir. I don’t wish to... taint anything precious to you.”

“Oh, come on, don’t give me that kiss attitude. You don’t get to play Mister Respectful after what you said earlier.” Abandoning his place beside you, Jaha rounded the desk and took a step forward until he stood beside the disciple. It was outstandingly comical, the scene presented before you – a tall man breaking in sweat at the presence of a man shorter than him, whose face was woven in youth and innocence. Anyone who didn’t know better would easily be deceived. But the circumstances were dire, not only for you.

Jaha set his left palm on the smooth surface of the table and distributed his weight on his left arm. His head tilted to the side. In a flash, Jaha’s hand grasped roughly a handful of his subordinate’s hair and forced the poor male to level with him until their noses brushed against each other. You did not know if your eardrums deceived you, but you could’ve sworn a whimper of fright washed over the disciple’s quaking lips as Jaha appraised him in lights of displeasure and irritation.

“I’m feeling quite generous today.” Jaha declared out of nowhere. “Why don’t you get to know my fiancé? It’s a privilege I don’t give to many, so be grateful.” With a harsh shove, the disciple staggered ever so slightly, trying hopelessly to regain his equilibrium that his superior had thrown off.

With the colors he was shamelessly flaunting before you at this moment, it didn’t take you quite a lot of time to deduce what sick scheme he had formulated in his mind. The adrenaline that pumped through your veins goaded your body to move even if the danger that was your partner observed you under a sharp gaze. Your legs shifted and slipped against the wood and your hands desperately tried to make a purchase on any leverage as the need to engulfed your senses and rationality.

Tantalizing red hues rolled at your pathetic display. “Huh.” Jaha hummed.

Your eyes glimmered with hope as you finally found your balance and body coordination. You sat up on the table, and just as you were about to place all your weight on your feet, a hand enveloped your arm and pulled you until your back was slotted against a firm chest.

“I love how you think you can escape. You looked so cute smiling a bit there.” Jaha chuckled in your ear. He planted a soft kiss on your exposed neck as his hands snaked to your chest, cupping your tits and squeezing them.

“Jaha, stop,” You felt dampness at the sides of your face again. “Haven’t you done enough?”

But to you, it seemed that your plea passed through one ear to the other as Jaha locked his arms over your waist, hands sliding lower and lower until you felt him touch your pussy. A broken and strained moan broke through your lips as his fingers slid in and out of your hole. Your fingers scratched against his clothes until they curled tightly on the cloth. Your inner thighs and bunched hanfu were covered in your thick juices.

Oh God, what will the people think of me now?

“So wet.” Muttered Jaha. “For me? Or for that disciple of mine?”

Without waiting for your answer, you were shocked to feel Jaha’s forefinger draw a soft line on your slit. He dragged it along several more times, varnishing his digit completely of your wetness. He faced the disciple with a beaming smile. “Here, go ahead and have a taste.”

You averted your gaze away, praying to whatever God that was willing to bestow even the smallest of mercy over you. A small part of you wanted to avert your gaze back, and see the exchange, but another part of you wished to remain in the darkness and the little solitude you had and wait for refusal or acceptance of the disciple to his Masters order.

Perhaps it was insensitive of you but whatever misfortune fell over him, you silently aspired for it to happen sooner. You promised yourself, even outside of your vows, that no other man would lay a hand on you other than he who you chose to marry, and now the very man you’ve promised your life and loyalty to is offering you to another man.

Disgust tugged at your heartstrings. Never in your life have you been more repulsed with yourself and with the man you loved.

“Oh?” You winced as boisterous laughter from your betrothed bounded against the walls of his workspace. It’s shrill and menacing, just like him. “You didn’t – oh, this is hilarious! You actually tried to lick my finger?”

Momentary relief washed over you. Jaha took a second to pause, surveying his subordinates, as though waiting for some of them to speak up against him, but he was welcomed only with terse quietude. All eyes averted from the mad demon, and the corner of his lips curved up.

He appraised the disciple whose head was lowered in humiliation. The rigidness that he had once exuded had disappeared, instead replaced with total surrender.

Jaha popped his finger in his mouth, licking your juices off. “That was stupid, but at least I know you have guts. Maybe you do have some qualities to become a martial artist.”

You craned your head to look at Jaha. Your heart palpitated faster when you found him staring at you, a jeering sneer painted over his visage. With one hand, he gripped your throat tight. A choking sound stumbled out of your mouth as you struggled to inhale. Slowly, very slowly – one could easily be fooled into assuming he was being delicate with you – he guided you to your feet.

With all the stimulation you had received, your control over your body had disoriented and combined with the constriction on your throat, you struggled to find your balance. However, all your efforts were in vain as Jaha released you. Without the leverage his hold provided, your knees gave way and your whole body fell limply on the ground. You hissed in pain as your knee scraped against the wooden floors.

Jaha claimed his position in front of you and kneeled. You veered your head away from him and your hands hurriedly scrunched the front of your hanfu to cover your breasts. Jaha exhaled through his nose. “Don’t piss me off.” His fingers gripped one hand of yours tightly and tore it away from your chest. Your breast bounced back into view. He did the same procedure to your other hand until your breasts were both revealed to everyone again.

Jaha lowered his head until his nose brushed against your own. His cutting gaze scrutinized your wide, teary eyes. And he laughed.

“You’re so cute.”

To your utter surprise, his lips fell upon yours, silencing any sobs you could’ve made. Comforting warmth spread throughout your body and you found yourself reciprocating his affection. This wasn’t something you anticipated, not after everything he’s done so far.

Jaha has always had the ability to string you back to him, no matter what.

He withdrew from you. “Calm down. I’m not going to let him touch you.” He consoled. You looked into his eyes. You searched for any hint of dishonesty or hidden cruelty beneath the eyes you’ve come to love so much. Words couldn’t express the relief that struck your heart when you found none. Was it stupid for you to trust him blindly like that? Yes. But it wasn’t like you had any choice.

Your lips parted to question what he was going to do next, but Jaha stood back up and retreated from you. He ventured towards the disciple whose joints knotted in apprehension as your fiancé approached him. Your hands came to cover your private parts – although it was a little too late for that. As you scanned the room, you noticed that the other disciples either had their heads hung low or shifted to the side, looking at the walls or the floor. None of them were looking at you.

“Move!”

You turned back to your fiancé and the disciple he had been having a grand time toying with. Your chest tightened in apprehension as Jaha shoved the man towards you. His left foot caught on his right foot, and he lost his balance. You closed your eyes and shifted your body as far as you could when the disciple fell in front of you.

The mad demon got on one knee next to him, gripping his curls. “Watch closely, okay?”

The disciple simply nodded in submission.

Jaha turned to you. “Open your legs.”

Your eyes widened. “What? No – ”

“I didn’t ask.” Your blood ran cold at the tone of his voice. “I said open your legs.”

Without another word, you lifted your hanfu skirt and slowly opened your legs. Redness took over your cheeks as you heard the audible squelch as your opening spread.

“You see that?” Jaha glances at the disciple. “Do you like that? Do you want to put your cock inside her?”

The disciple was visibly frozen. Even with his mask, you could feel his heated stare on you. A noticeable bulge tented the fabric of his lower garment.

Despite yourself, a shot of arousal coursed through your system. Your mind swirled with ideas that should’ve made you sick but didn’t. Something about the thought of taking another man with your husband-to-be watching tightened the coil at your abdomen.

You wanted to avert your eyes from the erection the disciple possessed but you couldn’t find it in yourself to move. You gulped.

Having a stranger’s cock enter you, forcing your hole to accommodate his girth and pleasure him as your fiancé watched nearby, the other nameless disciples unable to do anything but spare glances your way, smothering back their own arousals as their fellow fucked their superior’s woman...

Jaha spoke. “Wider.”

You did as told without hesitation. Using his other hand, Jaha places two fingers over your pussy lips. You bit your lower lip as he stroked your clit. With his index and middle finger, he pried them, revealing more of your drenched hole to everyone in the room.

“Ahh,” Your shoulders tensed when a finger penetrated your pussy. Your toes curled as he thrusted in and out experimentally, as if assessing your cunt.

“Nice and wet, just for you.” Jaha took his finger out of you and toyed with your stickiness. “Isn’t my wife just so darling? Even to men she doesn’t know, she prepares herself. Makes me wonder how many times she’s been aroused by having her male servants surround her.”

The disciple’s head bobbed as Jaha let go of his hair. He stood up as he stuck his finger in his mouth, sucking your cum off. “Well?” Jaha chimed, smiling down at the two of you. “What are you waiting for?”

You thought your neck would snap as you turned to face the disciple. You did not know what was happening behind his mask. But you did know that though his fear prevailed, he couldn’t ignore the twitching and growing bulge in his pants.

Controlled by his fear, and the throb between his legs, the disciple – with quivering hands – shakily undid his belt and pulled his pants down to his thighs. Your pussy pulsed at the sight of a large cock springing eagerly at your face. Veins ran along the base of his massive girth with precum drooling down its sides from its blood engorged tip.

It’s big – you thought – but not as big as Jaha.

His Adam’s Apple bobbed up and down as he did a once over at your form – sitting prettily below him, nipples hard, and legs spread wide open with a wet pussy begging to be fucked. You must have been quite a sight to behold, you realized, as you heard the disciple heave a shuddering sigh.

He wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked himself a few times. A thick, pearl of precum formed at his head. His palm gathered his slickness and lathered it all over his entire length.

You stared intently at him. Your tongue wiggled inside of your mouth, wishing to lick the disciple silly. But soon enough, horror dawned over you when you processed your own thoughts. This wasn’t like you. Turned on from another man’s cock – God knows what Jaha would do if he discovered you liking this.

You took a gander at your fiancé.

“Jaha.” You whispered. “Must we do this?”

Jaha exhaled sharply through this nose. A smirk danced over his lips. “But you’re liking this!” He declared. “Why would I want to stop?”

Your attention reverted back to the disciple when you heard his breathing grow heavier. He stood before you with his hard cock in his hand, still pumping and producing precum. It stood proudly close to your face that you could smell the disgusting odor of his dick.

“Don’t drool too much, [Y/N].” You heard Jaha say jokingly.

The disciple gulped. “I’m sorry, ma’am.”

A puzzling mix of terror and desire developed within you as the disciple murmured his apology and at the same time, he got on his knees and aligned his cock at your entrance. Your hands moved to push away but the icy glare Jaha sent you forced you to stop.

Depite Jaha saying that he would not let the man touch you, it seemed like he was truly gonna go through with this. The only thing you could do was hope for this to end as soon as possible.

You shut your eyes tightly and waited for the inevitable feeling of the head of his cock prod against your nether but... nothing happened. A scream of hurt and fear and a body falling on the floor prompted you to open your eyes.

The first thing that you saw was Jaha standing before you, his back facing you. Your line-of-sight trailed down and you saw the disciple sprawled on the floor, his mask discarded somewhere under the table and his hands clutching a part of his face. The lust he had felt dissipated as Jaha towered over him.

“Ah, it appalls me just how far your stupidity can go.”

Jaha circled around the disciple, and finally you saw his expression. A smile – no. What you saw playing over Jaha’s face was the furthest thing from a smile. It resembled one, but the darkness behind it wouldn’t consider it a smile.

Your nails dug into your palms as you watched Jaha from your respective distance. Never have you seen him so intimidating, so frightening. Seeing him like this, you didn’t think you’d like. The heat in your stomach was so intense. You rubbed your thighs together as you continued watching him.

You didn’t flinch when Jaha pressed his foot against the disciple’s abdomen. “What made you think you can fuck my wife?” His question was simple and yet held so much authority in its inflexion.

“But you said–”

Jaha pressed more on his abdomen, successfully eliciting a whimper from the lower rank. “Think about it, you fucker. You’ve worked under me for so long and you can’t tell if I’ll really allow you to fuck my wife?” The atmosphere and temperature, dreadful it had already been, dropped to the point where everyone but you feared for their lives. Jaha’s gaze landed on the other man’s cock, and laughter bubbled out of his mouth. “Take a good look at yourself. Do you think that can pleasure her?” He threw his head back, still laughing. “I doubt she’d even feel a thing if you put it in her.”

The disciple heeded no mind to the mortifying degradation his superior said to him and attempted to compose himself. 

"Please, sir, forgive me!"

Jaha clicked his tongue. “Now you’re begging for forgiveness?” He shook his head. “Listen... I understand that you have been born stupid, but did you really think I wouldn’t recognize my own disciples?”

Your eyes widened as you saw Jaha grip the man’s throat and lift him up into the air. “Whoever sent you here... must be as stupid as you are. You really thought I wouldn’t notice you milking the others for information? How ridiculous.”

You could feel your heartbeat thundering against your eardrums as Jaha flexed his hand. So, the reason Jaha was being so cruel to this one man was because he was a spy. But still...

Quickly, you rose to your feet, ignoring how you stumbled as you did. “Jaha, don’t– ”

Jaha ignored you once more. He narrowed his eyes at the "disciple”, the smile dropping from his face. “Well... anyway, if you survive, I’ll consider forgiving you.”

It all happened too fast. Jaha gripping the man’s throat tighter, the blinding flash of lightning, the blood curling scream tearing through the silence, promptly followed by the thud of a lifeless body.

You felt your legs give out once more, and soon enough found yourself on the ground. Your eyes remained rooted on the man’s corpse.

Jaha fluttered his hand, mimicking a motion of a nobleman ridding himself off the dirt that got on his hand. “Take this thing out and get out of here.”

The other disciples have not yet even taken a step forward to enact his order when Jaha suddenly took a lock of your hair in his hold. You turned to look at him only to be greeted by his massive dock slapping against your face, smearing your cheek with precum.

“Now,” Jaha smirked, eyes glinting with lust. “Suck.”

You didn’t have to be asked twice. Your mouth took him whole quickly, slurping sloppily at his cock. His hand ran through your hair and his head moved back. He pushed your head forward, forcing you to take him in deeper. The sound of you choking filled the room. Not even the heavy footsteps of the disciples as they dragged away their “colleague” from the room could compete with the obscene sounds you were making.

“Fuck, fuck, just like that.” He released your hair and stroked your locks once again. You looked up at Jaha. This wasn’t the first time you’ve sucked him off. You’ve lost count of the times he’s requested you to suck him when he was stressed over matters, he never told you of. But even so, you never get tired of seeing him like this – flushed face, furrowed eyebrows, and completely at your mercy.

You pulled away from his cock and ran your tongue over the ridges. You left long strips of saliva on the base and proceeded to give kitty licks and the occasional sharp suck on the head of his cock. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to alleviate your lust. You didn’t hear the door close, but you knew it did when Jaha pulled your mouth from his cock and forced you to your feet.

You haven’t even fully recovered from the haze of lust from sucking, but already he had you against the wall. With one hand clutching your jaw, he used the other to lift your hanfu, showing your pussy to him.

“Jaha!... Wait – fuck!”

He didn’t have the time to listen to you. He pushed the head of his cock past your pussy lips, and with one single thrust, he’d bottomed out inside of you again.  

Jaha pounded into you hard. He did not let you adjust to his intrusion, leaving you mewling and dragging your nails on his back. The sound of his hips smacking against yours have once again filled the room, much like earlier. The only difference was that this time there were no foreign eyes watching the two of you. A series of moans escaped your mouth as your pussy fluttered and gripped your fiancée’s cock. Your precum was scattering all over your thighs at his every thrust. Jaha bit and sucked at your skin, marring your flesh with his possessive marks. He had always been this way. Leaving love bites on any place he could to show his possession over you.

“You should’ve seen the look on your face when that guy showed his cock to you.” You wailed pitifully as Jaha took your breasts in his hands. Without faltering in his pace, he fondled and mauled with your hardened and sensitive nubs. His combined ministrations caused your eyes to roll back and your tongue to slip out of your mouth.

He inhaled sharply. He gazed deeply in your eyes. “You wanted him inside of you.”

“No...! ”

One of his hands released your tit and came down to slap your ass. You whimpered in pleasure.

“Don’t even lie. I know what I saw.” He pressed his heaving chest against yours. Your breasts squishing against him. “Why do you think I killed him?”

You gasped, but you didn’t know whether it was from the shock of his confession or the harsh slamming of his hips against yours. “You killed him because–”

You assumed it was because he was a spy, but...

“ – because I was jealous, that’s right.” He breathed out, half lidded eyes gazing heatedly at you. “You don’t want to know what else I’ll do when you make me jealous.”

You felt his cock throb inside you. You moaned, and you began to meet his movement, moving your hips up and down as much as you could in your current position.

“Jaha...” You moaned his name. You kept getting pushed to the edge of euphoria.  

“Shit, you’re gripping me so tight.” Jaha took your ass in his hands and bounced you on his cock along the rhythm of his thrusts. “Are you going to cum?”

Your capability to speak was stolen from you – all too drunk on the way his cock kept brushing on a spongy spot in your pussy – so your head could only nod in answer.

“Cum with me then, [Y/N]. Show me how good I’m making you feel!”

The coil in your abdomen unravelled, and so did you. Your release rocked your whole body. Your body arched against Jaha, and your hips rode him faster, prolonging your release. Jaha spluttered in surprise, his hands digging into your ass as he followed. You swore you would find bruises the next day. Strings of his thick load shot inside your pussy one after another, slowly filling you to the brim until warmth spread across your abdomen.

He moaned in your ear. You shuddered when his hot breath fanned your neck. His voice was deep. You could never get used to him moaning like that so close to you.

“Take it all in, baby. Take my cum, take it.” Jaha whispered in your ear. You whined as he released deep inside you. His head fell on your shoulder as he filled you up. He pumped his deflating cock in and out of you, making sure none of his cum went to waste. All your cunt could do was greedily milk all his cum, as it was used to doing.

You could feel your legs tremble every now and then as globs of his load drooled out from your union, snaking down your inner thigh and plopping noisily against the ground.

Ripples of pleasure from your release slowly exited your body, and the unbearable weight of fatigue dawned over you. Your legs straightened and your arms coiled around your partner’s neck. You rested your head over the crook of his neck and slumped your entire weight against him.

Jaha wrapped his arms around you. A hum thrummed in his throat. “Tired?”

You nodded once. “Mm.. yes.”

“Well, that’s too bad.” A strangled gasp flourished from your lips and your irises expanded when you felt your walls expand as Jaha gradually hardened inside of you again. Still sensitive from your recent orgasm, your body did not take too long to elicit an enthusiastic response to the stimulus, and you began clenching around his girth. He took hold of your chin between his fingers, a broad smirk that sent shivers down your spine etching across his face.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

[fahye]

the thing I am most sad about your podcasting hiatus is not getting any new random book/fic/media recommendations from y’all!! I mean I’m still working through what you’ve already recommended. but it’s not the same

anon, this is ALSO a thing I dearly miss about the podcast! okay, let's do some recs from the absolutely enormous amount of books I've read recently. gonna keep this list to the first ones that come to mind from the last few months or we'd be here for hours:

nightbitch by rachel yolen - this is uhhhh semi-horror litfic about a new mother who believes she's turning into a dog. it's furious and brilliant and bloody and deeply weird and I fucking loved it. (though I WILL say: content warning for the violent death of a pet.)

the half life of valery k by natasha pulley - a soviet nuclear physicist in the 1960s is sent to work in a strange town that is also a radiation experiment. unlike her other books this one isn't speculative, but it's emotionally and character-wise one of the best (THE ROMANCE!! ugh) and the historical detail is fascinating.

heartburn by nora ephron - a short & hilarious novel about a food writer who discovers her husband is having an affair when she is seven months pregnant. did you know nora ephron is a genius?? I feel like I'm the last person to discover this fact. this would make a fantastic double feature with nightbitch, actually.

starling house by alix e. harrow - I KNOW I KNOW it's not out until halloween 2023 but listen: this book changed my life. an absolutely superb contemporary southern gothic horror romance (just go with it) about poverty and hidden sins and a girl going to work in a creepy house. preorder it now, and while you wait, read summer sons by lee mandelo.

the spare man by mary robinette kowal - a smart and slick sci-fi take on the noir detective novel, starring a wonderful heiress engineer with chronic back pain who has to solve a murder on a spaceship after someone frames her new husband. also has SO many cocktail recipes in it, which I feel more books should adopt.

cuckoo song by frances hardinge - nobody can write creepy fantasy like hardinge, and I think this is her creepiest. it has some amazing magical worldbuilding on the grim side of whimsical, and very fraught siblings, and it will turn your mind subtly inside out. technically...middle grade, I guess? whatever. read it.

I kissed shara wheeler by casey mcquiston - yes! finally! I had been putting this one off because I'm just Not A YA Reader generally, but had a great time with it. both very scathing and very kind about a specific christian high school experience in the american south, and full of queer defiance and joy.

and finally, I've also been slowly rereading the vorkosigan saga by lois mcmaster bujold, which is tied with the discworld for my favourite series of all time. nobody can combine adventure and devastating character like bujold.

[yaatrickyassification]

Okay SO I DID REQUEST JAMES LEE friends to lover, BUT HOW ABOUT… ENEMIES TO LOVERS ?? 😁

Thank you for requesting!

[ DG/ James Lee x Gn! Reader ] - Enemies to lovers.

You’ve always hated men; they were disgusting vile creatures that lurk during both nighttime and daytime. Which you find incessantly disgusting, and you wish that men could disappear off of the face of the earth. Women were better than men, for all people who said otherwise met face-to-face with your fist and their demise.

Though you may hate men, they do have the money. Money that they should have been using wisely but who were you to care about? You just needed the cash and dipped out if shit goes to hell. So, here you were, sitting beside a man who seemed to have a wife and a child. You feel nothing but pity for the poor wife and the child left behind in their cold empty house that doesn’t feel like home anymore.

“Sweetie, come on. Get on daddy’s lap.” This motherfucker— you breathed in and out trying to control the rage seeping out of your entire whole existence, “But, you have a wedding ring. I don’t want to impede on relationships.” You may like money but you do have moral ethics: In short, you were telling him to fuck off and go home to his wife.

“Don’t worry about that old hag, seriously. Why did I even marry her in the first place, all she does is nag and do house chores and yet she’s so tired. That bitch, I should just sell our daughter off to pay our debts.” That’s it. You weren’t going to listen to this bullshit.

You stood up abruptly from your seat, and your face turned deathly cold as you looked at the man with blank and empty [e/c] irises. “Say that again.” You asked – no demands of the man, your fingers tightly clutched onto your palm that crescent moons started to take shape and imprint on your skin. “Come again?” The man’s eyes widened.

“No, I don’t need to hear more of that shit. I’m just going to kill you. I hope you repent in hell.” You uttered venomously, the man scoffs before standing up and taking hold of your chin tightly. Pulling you close to his face.

“What a bitch, you like getting insulted? Is that it? Here, I’ll do that for you.” The man grinned maniacally as he raised his palm in the air and swung it down with such force that you think you’ve heard air brake apart, and before you knew it your head swung to the side and your cheek stung. You can even taste the blood inside of your mouth.

“You’re going to regret that.” You forcibly gritted your words as you kick him as far as you can, and take hold of an alcohol bottle before breaking into sharp shards. You were going to stab this motherfucker and no one will stop you.

<> 

“You were supposed to stay calm, get his money, and the information we needed. Not stabbed him [y/n].” James sighs.

“So? I got the money and the information.”

“You stabbed him.” James enunciated.

“Like you haven’t done worse.” You retorted.

James coldly stared at your face before putting his arms on your waist gently and pulling you closer to him, you glared at him. “Stop glaring,” You huff before trying to kick James in the side but the abominable man stops your attack with ease and holds your leg closer to him, “don’t touch me.”

James ignored your scathing glare and the daggers in your eyes that seem to want to stab him to death like the man inside of the room, he holds your chin gently and tilted it upwards to make you look him in the eye. James smiled at your venomous gaze that curse his entire existence before turning your head side to side as he inspects your wound.

“I know, it’s dumb.” You grumbled.

James' eyes turned cold for a second before returning to their original emotion, “I thought you said that you weren’t going to let yourself get hurt before our battle?” You scoff and roll your eyes.

“That man pisses the shit out of me, that I was to focus on trying not to kill him than his palm that was heading for me.” You shrug. “Are you sure you’re not just getting weak?” James said in an emotionless tone but you can discern the teasing hidden behind his words, a vein mark appeared on your forehead as you punched James’s shoulder with all of your strength.

“You fucker— I hate you so much, die.” James rolled his eyes before easily dodging your punches that seem to hold a ton of weight as the air ripped apart with your force. “As much as I like to fight with you, we still had a mission to finish.” You stop in your tracks before turning around so that you don’t have to face his fucking handsome face.

“Oh, and take care of your face, you look ugly enough as it is.” This son of a bitch —

You turned to face the man again as you took out the knife you were hiding inside of your clothing, God has mercy but you don’t. Legend or not this man was going down whether you went down with him or not. James laugh at your murderous face and pocketed his hands inside his black trousers.

“James Lee, I’ll kill you.”

“Try it if you can.” James shrugs before tossing you a clean piece of clothing, in the corner of your eye you see a small tear in James’s shirt that oddly looks similar to the piece of clothing he handed or tossed to you.

“Wipe the blood out of your face, and take care of your body. I don’t want you dying on me before I kill you myself.” And his infamous grin finally made its way onto his face, he winked before turning around to walk out of the room.

“Wait, what about the body?!”

“Go take care of it yourself! You’re the one who killed him.”

You hope that Chairman Choi will never put you up on a mission again with this man, he is simply intolerable.

The next day you found out that the man who you accidentally sent off to another life was seen on the news the next day, his body was found inside of Han River. Floating and drifting off endlessly, a barely discernible suicide note was found in his pocket that detailed all of his crimes and the cheating that he had done for the past few years were written inside of the dainty little note.

Surprisingly, the mother and daughter got donations anonymously. But you knew inside of your heart and your soul. Who the man was behind all of this, Goo whistled as he looked at the news before grabbing another batch of popcorn and throwing it into his mouth.

“Are you sure you guys are just rivals?” Goo looked at the screen before turning his gaze back to you again.

“We are, I hate the face of that man and his fucking guts.”

“Seems to me that you guys are just a couple who insults each other almost every day.”

“Does threatening to kill him count as lovey-dovey?” You glared at the blonde.

“Of course, like you want to romantically kill him, don’t you?” Goo laughs before leaning his stature back into the expensive black leather couch of your home.

“And besides, you think we don’t notice? You guys have matching accessories.” Goo pointed out. You grumbled and lay down on your comfortable couch, closing your eyes as you tried to ignore Goo’s rambles about you and James secretly being a couple.

“We just have the same tastes.” Goo grimaced.

“Dang, hope you get mentally treated someday.”

You rolled your eyes before turning to your side, your fingers unconsciously tracing the initials on the silver ring that you were wearing, J.L it read.

[inurnctdreams]

it’s the way you are - l.dh

masterlist

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profiles: the mark take a break challenge (impossible) squad

lee donghyuck: sophomore. the type to act first and think about consequences later. is also very prone to overreacting and blowing things out of proportion only to come back with his tail between his legs with an apology once he’s thought about it for longer than two seconds. somehow got roped into joining the soccer team this year by his friends despite never showing an interest before, but he’s actually not half bad.

mark lee: sophomore, but could probably graduate next year with the amount of credits and extracurriculars he’s taken up. hyuck’s ride or die, they’ve been best friends since middle school. the one to usually make him stop for a sec and realise he’s fucked up somewhere and then make him go fix it, but hyuck is the one constantly trying to make him take a break and stop agreeing to everything (along with their other friends).

huang renjun: sophomore. an unfortunate victim of freshman room assignments, he lived with hyuck last year. surprisingly, they didn’t clash all too much, just kept to themselves. that is, until hyuck overheard him whisper a scathing insult at their ra. they stared at each other in silence for five seconds before bursting into fits of laughter so loud they had a noise complaint, but it broke the ice and hyuck even convinced him to join nct.

lee jeno: sophomore. met hyuck at the nct freshman recruitment event, and then at soccer tryouts (hyuck was dragged there by mark). jeno hit it off with mark immediately and fit into their friendship group so seamlessly it was weird to think of him ever not being there. super active, you never really see him sat still for very long, either dancing, playing soccer or working out for both. even in classes he’s bouncing a leg or drumming his fingers.

na jaemin: sophomore. jaemin is the hyuck to jeno’s mark. they were the rare case of meeting your freshman roommate and becoming best friends immediately. also met hyuck at the nct and lions events, he and jeno were sort of a buy one get one free when it came to new friends. he’s what you’d call a typical frat bro fuckboy, but he’s harmless (usually because jeno reigns him in before he can ever seriously piss anyone off).

[jeeyonshim]

"I look forward to your returning," he said, "as someone more ready to be improved.”

-- Fable of the Swan, by Jenna Moran

[ausetkmt]

The Daily Dot: Black People Question 'The American Society Of Magical Negroes'

The Sundance Film Festival’s recent screening of The American Society of Magical Negroes has stirred significant controversy. Natalie (@nataliethehero) discusses the hoopla, and its star’s recent comments in a trending clip with 289,000 views on TikTok. This satirical fantasy comedy, directed by Kobi Libii, has garnered many critical reactions, particularly from African American audiences and critics.

“This movie is a hard no,” said one of the commenters.

Others had words on star Justice Smith’s career. “I want Justice Smith to want more for himself lol,” wrote another person. Said another commenter: “Dude, I feel so bad for Justice Smith. He came out of the gate swinging w/ his career but has made/ been pushed into some bad duds.” “After “The Get Down” “Detective Pikachu” and “The Quarry” I thought Justice Smith’s career was going to take off :/ makes me sad,” wrote yet another person.

As mentioned by Natalie, journalist Robert Daniels, contributing to RogerEbert.com and renowned outlets like the New York Times, gave a scathing review, stating, “The American Society of Magical Negroes lacks politics, coherency, and the grand vision necessary for vast world-building.” His review paints a picture of a film with a promising start that ultimately fails to deliver a coherent message or meaningful critique of the anti-Black world it depicts.

As Daniels points out, the film begins on a high note but quickly descends into confusion, culminating in a hollow conclusion against its attempted humor. Daniels emphasizes the film’s failure in world-building and character development, particularly critiquing its protagonist, Aren, played by Justice Smith, for being frustratingly underdeveloped.

Smith revealed the film’s divisive reception from focus groups. In a discussion at Sundance, he highlighted the varying reactions among Black viewers, with some feeling triggered and others seeing reflections of their experiences. “Black people were triggered by seeing something that they weren’t ready to admit in themselves,” Smith shared, perhaps also defending Libii. He praised the film for showcasing the diversity within the Black community and pushing the boundaries of Black art.

However, reactions to Smith’s comments and the film have been mixed. Some viewers criticized the insinuated narrative that Black people who disliked the movie were too ignorant to understand it. Others expressed disappointment in the film’s focus on white-centric themes, hoping instead for a film that celebrated Black magic.

One viewer’s feedback encapsulates the general sentiment: “I saw the movie, and it’s just not as interesting as they think it is. It’s banal in its attempt at being provocative. It centers whiteness and placates the sensibilities of the group it claims to be critiquing.”

The American Society of Magical Negroes is billed as a satire of the Magical Negro trope, a concept widely criticized for perpetuating outdated and racist stereotypes in American cinema. The Magical Negro, typically a supporting character in film and literature, is often portrayed with mystical powers or unique insights, existing mainly to aid white protagonists. This trope, criticized by film director Spike Lee and others, is seen as a modern-day extension of racist archetypes like “Sambo” or the “noble savage.”

We've never seen microaggressive corporate racism?? Whaaat? WE have not only seen it, but lived it time and time again. What is unique about THIS rendition of surviving racism??— Denise – Pamela Denise Long (@PDeniseLong) January 21, 2024

The film’s intent to critique this trope and the anti-Black world seems lost in execution, as indicated by Daniels’ review and audience reactions. This disconnect raises questions about the effectiveness of satire in addressing complex racial issues and the responsibility of filmmakers in creating works that are both thought-provoking and respectful of the communities they represent.

Despite its star-studded cast, including David Alan Grier, An-Li Bogan, Drew Tarver, and Nicole Byer, critics say The American Society of Magical Negroes struggles to balance its satirical elements with meaningful commentary. The film’s tepid reception at Sundance and its polarizing impact on the focus group suggest a missed opportunity to thoughtfully engage with critical themes surrounding race and representation in cinema.

Doubling down on the tepidness, the Hollywood Reporter writer Jourdain Searles declared, “Ultimately, The American Society of Magical Negroes is a film bogged down by its filmmaker’s inability to make the central joke work.”

As the film gears up for its theatrical release by Focus Features on March 15, how wider audiences will receive it remains to be seen. The discourse in this TikTok video suggests a need for more nuanced and respectful approaches to storytelling, especially when dealing with sensitive topics like race and identity.

However, a review from BlackGirlNerds.com writer Catalina Combs suggests the satire had hit its target, calling it “a must-see satire about what it means for Black people to protect and care for ourselves and each other.”

The film serves as a case study of the challenges and responsibilities of creating art that aims to critique societal norms. Its reception at Sundance and online underscores the importance of authenticity and sensitivity in storytelling, particularly when exploring themes of race and identity. 

The American Society of Magical Negroes presents a tricky narrative that has sparked significant debate and reflection. While its intention to execute satire on a problematic trope is clear, its execution may leave much to be desired. As the film industry continues to grapple with issues of representation and diversity, this movie stands as a reminder of the importance of thoughtful and respectful storytelling. 

[intheticklecloset]

lee chuuyaa😭😭😭

okay but ı think chuuya should get a revenge you know!! maybe chuuya can get a good revenge and tickle dazai to death! (LEE CHUUYA WAS AWESOME BTW)

So sorry it took me a bit to get to this! I have been giving TickleTober prompts priority since it's officially October now, but I managed to squeeze this one in in the meantime! Enjoy! ^^

This is a sequel to this drabble.

~~~

“Okay, okay, I’m done,” Dazai said after a while of tickling Chuuya. He’d ditched the feather about halfway through, but it didn’t matter. He’d still turned the redhead into a laughing, screaming mess.

Chuuya gasped for breath and blinked back mirthful tears. He swatted Dazai’s hand away when he reached out to brush his hair. “Back off…you bastard…”

Dazai smiled and got up without a word. For a moment Chuuya was a little hurt, thinking he’d just left, but a minute later he returned with a glass of water.

“Drink up. Slowly,” the detective teased him.

Chuuya sat up with a groan and took the water with a muttered “thanks.” After a couple of minutes of catching his breath, he set the glass on a coaster on the coffee table and let out a sigh. “Throw that feather away.”

Dazai laughed. “Yes, Chuuya~”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“Yes, Chuuya~”

The redhead turned to give him a scathing look, then spotted the feather on the ground behind his partner. He suppressed a shudder as he changed tactics and said, “Actually, let me see that thing. I might be able to reattach it.”

“Ooh, does chibi want a reminder of this moment every time he wears his hat?” Dazai chuckled, but he retrieved the item in question dutifully.

Chuuya took it and pretended to contemplate it briefly.

Then he shoved Dazai back onto the couch and wiggled the strands of it against the detective’s neck.

“Aieeehehehehehehehehe! Chuuhuhuhuhuhuuyaaaa!” Dazai squealed, bursting into high-pitched giggles.

“If you’re going to tease me with this wretched thing, you’d better be prepared to take what you dish out, Dazai.” Chuuya grinned as he managed to pin first one arm, then the other while wiggling the feather along his partner’s neck and ears, and even a little further to his collarbone.

“I cahahahahahan ahahahahalways tahahahahahake it, chihihihihihibi~”

Chuuya growled, but he couldn’t help his smile. “Oh, no, Dazai. I want to hear you say my name when I’m tickling you like this, got it?”

Dazai blushed, but still managed to stick his tongue out in the midst of his snickering.

The mafioso ditched the feather and shoved his hands up under the detective’s arms.

Dazai tossed his head back and screeched with laughter, kicking and squirming and – eventually – yelling Chuuya’s name as he pleaded for mercy.

[mixtapedoh]

Hi Olive! What about gunshot! Cast stray kids as months?

join my autumn celebration!

ꨄ — gunshot 날카로운 말, like bullets they are (i won't surrender my darling)

bang chan as may i feel like this is self explanatory, but consider: the slow transition from spring to summer, it's hopeful and it's warm, and there's a feeling of anticipation - something is coming, and you're looking forward to it eagerly.

lee know as august lol, i think i think i should have prefaced this one by saying that this is all about my perception of the months, which is why i might add a bit more ~explanation~ to these, but i'm putting it here because everyone has a Very Particular definition of august, and that's part of the point. lino has a Very Particular vibe to him, but also hot take, never have i had two people vibe check lino the same. everyone has their own hot take on vibe checking lino, and that is so august of him, fight with the wall. it's scathing. it's the ending of things and a sharp turn to something else. it has two sides to it; it's unexpected, but there's also no surprises - august is always on the horizon, you can anticipate it, but only half prepare.

seo changbin as february is it the romantic association? yes, but it's also more because conSIDER that i have thoughts. in everything it does, february is blink and you'll miss it. it's storms are brief, it's warmth is brief, it's celebrations are brief, and it's frosts are thawing. it's half gone, and there's never enough of it, and it asks me to want for more.

hwang hyunjin as october the it girl of months, i have never seen anyone say a single bad word about october. october is trendy and it's loved and we never tire of it, but we also overlook quite a bit of it as we race to the end.

han jisung as june it's loud and fun, but it holds it's punches in a way unlike july. june is more forgiving, though it cannot be denied. it's busy and it's full and it's a late night and an always laughing moment, but it can also be overstimulating and anxious and clambering for more when you haven't recovered from what was already had.

lee felix as december december is wrapping yourself tightly and feeling warm, it's family and it's friends and it's being content with what is here because you want to hold it before it ends.

kim seungmin as september september is balanced and comfortable, but it's also wanting to demand that you are here. it's stretching out the days as long as you can before surrendering to the change that is inevitable, and it's wondering how long you can still do that before it begins to ache within you. it's watching things change but in a way not yet violent.

yang jeongin as april now hear me out,,,,,,, april is possibility. april has not decided what it wants to be, but it knows what it is. april is confident but quiet. it's still finding itself within the turbulence of what life has. april to me is also being surrounded by family. it's birthdays and warmth and something still undecided, still.

[catdotjpeg]

California State University placed Sonoma State campus President Mike Lee on leave Wednesday after he agreed to protesters’ demands to involve them in university decision-making and pursue divestment from Israel. Lee sent a campus-wide memo Tuesday indicating that he had made several concessions to occupants of a pro-Palestinian encampment on campus. The memo was sent “without the appropriate approvals,” CSU Chancellor Mildred García said in a statement, adding that she and the 23-campus CSU system’s board are “actively reviewing the matter.” “For now, because of this insubordination and the consequences it has brought upon the system, President Lee has been placed on administrative leave,” García said. The punishment marks perhaps the harshest disciplinary action against a campus chancellor or president in California over the handling of protests of the war in Gaza. It also underscores an unwillingness to divest from Israeli weapons manufacturers — as pro-Palestinian protesters across the country have increasingly demanded the last few months — among leaders of the CSU system and its sister University of California system.

California universities including UC Riverside, UC Berkeley and Sacramento State have agreed to study divestment like some East Coast universities, but none have gone as far as Lee. Lee told the campus that he would initiate an academic boycott of Israel, in which links to study abroad programs in the country would be removed from university pamphlets, among other measures. He also agreed to work with a local chapter of the activist group Students for Justice in Palestine to form an advisory council on some decisions. Lee further pledged to review the school’s contracts and a campus-specific investment fund called the Sonoma State Foundation for ties to Israel “to determine a course of action leading to divestment strategies that include seeking ethical alternatives.”

“In my attempt to find agreement with one group of students, I marginalized other members of our student population and community,” Lee wrote in a follow-up message to members of the campus Wednesday. “I realize the harm that this has caused, and I take full ownership of it. I deeply regret the unintended consequences of my actions.” Lee did not immediately return a request for comment. His decision to engage with protesters had quickly drawn backlash in the 24 hours since he announced the deal with demonstrators, which included them dismantling their encampment. California Legislative Jewish Caucus Co-Chair Scott Wiener, a Democrat, condemned Lee’s concessions to the “Boycott, Divest and Sanction” movement in scathing terms. “Yesterday the President of Sonoma State University aligned the campus with BDS, a movement whose goal is the destruction of Israel, home to 7M Jews,” Wiener wrote on X Wednesday. “Several other UC & CSU campuses are doing this more subtly. Sonoma State simply said the quiet part out loud. The mask is off.”

Wiener and fellow Caucus Co-Chair Assemblymember Jesse Gabriel later issued a statement praising the decision to place Lee on leave, saying he had been “unfit to lead one of our great state institutions.”

-- From "California university president put on leave for ‘insubordination’ after meeting Gaza protesters’ demands" by Blake Jones for Politico, 15 May 2024

[sanccharine]

04 | potential, promises, and plotting

hogwarts au

pairing: hufflepuff!tzuyu x slytherin!reader genre: fluff, slice of life word count: 5.1k

warnings: none that i can think of :]

summary: whether on the field or during class, you never shied away from trouble. and in your sixth year, trouble seemed to follow you like a shadow, though you couldn’t complain. especially when that series of misfortunes led you to the transfiguration prodigy, chou tzuyu. includes: red velvet's yeri, ateez's yeosang, san, wooyoung and jongho; viviz's sinb; txt's yeonjun; loona's olivia; le sserafim's yunjin; dreamcatcher's gahyeon

status: ongoing a/n: back to post once in a blue moon :D theres quite a few people in this one huh O_O

masterlist | chapter 3 | chapter 5

The Dark Arts assignment felt like a fluke. 

Well, it was a fluke. 

You wouldn’t have gotten the grade that you got without the help of Tzuyu. 

After that assignment, they seemed to keep piling on top. Playing Quidditch seemed to be up for debate again. Though you know somewhere deep in your mind you were playing this year. Still, you couldn’t catch a break from your studies. 

Often, you found yourself in the secluded corner of the library, the place had become yours. If you weren’t hunched up over a textbook there, you were in the Great Hall. Always scribbling away on parchment, writing and rewriting your notes. Transfiguration theory made no sense at all. 

Professor Lee’s words from earlier in the day returned to you. 

She asked you to stay behind after class much like the many times she had before. You readied yourself for a scolding. A lecture about how you could do better, how your grades were slipping, and how you aren’t achieving your full potential. 

You never understood what she saw in you. 

“What are you doing?” Professor Lee asked, her eyes not lifting away from the book in front of her. 

“I don’t understand—”

“I asked what are you doing in my class?” 

Your heart stopped beating. 

“I don’t know, Professor. I'm not sure as well... I don’t know what I’m doing in your class. I don’t know how I passed and I definitely don't know how—” you stopped your rambling. You should’ve put this together sooner. How could you be so stupid? “Did my parents—?”

Finally, Professor Lee looked at you. 

"No." Her gaze was scathing. 

She held your stare. A lifetime seemed to pass. You don’t if you should be relieved or terrified of this revelation. 

It seemed unreal. 

There was no way you were in this class without your parents pulling some—

“You are more than aware of my standards. Especially to enter my N.E.W.Ts class,” Lee straightened as she watched you freeze in real-time. Then her gaze softened, only ever so slightly. “The only reason you are in my class is because of your merit. You have potential.”

What potential is she going on about?

“Nothing else,” Professor Lee paused, her eyes steely as she finished. “And no one else.” 

“I understand,” you didn’t attempt to repeat what you say every year. You really did understand, you couldn’t let her down. You didn't want to let her down. Changes meant the most these next two years. So, you will work hard this year, and unlock whatever potential she sees in you. 

“Now, get out. You’re wasting my class time,” and she was back. 

With a salute, you let in the quiet first years who had lined up outside. You didn’t catch the little boy waving at you. 

The conversation kept playing in your mind. It brought a new sense of motivation you fear you’ve never felt… at least not for anything apart from Quidditch. It also brought up an immense amount of stress. You were playing this year, you were studying hard this year. Will you be able to win the cup again? Will you be able to pass next year? Only weeks passed and already your control was slipping. You hated that feeling with every fibre of your being. 

Every sound in the hall seemed to unnerve you, clawing and climbing its way up your back until you couldn’t even hear your own ragged breathing. Couldn’t notice that you were grinding your teeth, jaw locked and aching. Worst of all, you didn’t realise your grip had pushed the quill in and torn the parchment. A gaping hole where words should be. You were so tightly wound up, all the tension caught in the back of your neck.

Which is why when someone tapped your shoulder, you sneered much like a rabid dog. “What?”

The regret was immediate when you saw familiar glassy eyes staring back. The apology is ready on your lips but... 

What was his name again?

“Minwoo just wanted to say hello. You missed us by the Transfiguration class,” the diligent girl from the feast! What was her name? She was quick to step in front of Minwoo, completely blocking him from your view. That strikes you as odd, you couldn’t place why. “He was wondering about joining Quidditch, we both were… I’m Jooyeon, by the way.”

Busted by an eleven-year-old. This had to be a new low for you. 

“Right, sorry for that. I’ve been so busy with assignments and it just didn't—never mind, that doesn’t matter!” you said sheepishly and pushed aside your parchment and turned to face them. When Minwoo didn’t look up, you sighed. “I’m sorry for snapping at you, Minwoo. I shouldn’t have done that, please forgive me.”

Finally, the boy looked up from behind Jooyeon’s shoulder. Were those tears in his eyes?

“Listen, are you—” you started but then caught yourself. From Jooyeon’s protective stance to Minwoo’s tears, you surmised this wasn’t about you. Something else was at play here. You just didn’t have enough information… yet. You dropped the line of question and put on the best smile you could muster. “What do you want to know about Quidditch?” 

“We want to try out.”

Quidditch season was finally beginning. Eunbi pushed back tryouts in favour of her studies. Though, you knew she was plotting something. Especially with open positions. You don’t know what that meant for you, but you trusted her. 

When you arrived on the field, most of your teammates were already there, geared up and gathering equipment. Eunbi stood to the side, frowning at the piece of parchment in her hand. In front of her were the potential recruits, they were thrumming with anxiety. It was easy to discern what years they were from their little groups and behaviour. 

Minwoo and Jooyeon stood to the far left. Separated even from the other gawking first years who would no doubt be rejected. First years rarely made substitutes, let alone the team. But you understood their enthusiasm, you had been in the same place a few years back. In fact, a large number of second and third years weren’t going to be happy with Eunbi’s decisions either. 

A smile graced your face as you patted your pockets with your free hand to find something. 

“Good to see you two here,” you sidled up to Minwoo and he nearly shot a meter into the air. Why is this kid so jumpy around you? That will have to be amended. You smiled at his friend and said, “Hello Jooyeon.”

“Weird,” you muttered and leaned forward to catch Minwoo’s frog before it could leap away from him. “You’re supposed to eat these, not let them get away.”

Excited wouldn’t be the word you’d use. Minwoo couldn’t seem to look you in the eyes. Even worse, he kept glancing back at the crowd of Slytherins, shaking a bit. 

Sighing, you began, “I understand if you’re nervous, it’s only natural. That’s why I brought you guys something.”

At that, both of them looked up at you, eyes shining. 

“How do we feel about chocolate frogs?” you asked, as you fetched two from your pockets and handed one to each. 

“I saw these on the train,” Minwoo smiled, finally. It relieved you. “Thank you!”

“I want to know who you got, open them, go on!” You folded your arms as their nervousness seemed to dissipate. 

“Headmistress Boa,” Jooyeon said, reading the card while holding the frog in one hand. 

“I got her too!” Minwoo said as he giggled at the frog jumping up his arm. 

“Weird,” you muttered and leaned forward to catch Minwoo’s frog before it could leap away from him. “You’re supposed to eat these, not let them get away.”

“But it’s alive—”

“We’re about to start,” Yeri shouted with a clap. That was your cue to leave. 

“We good?” you raised your fist to Minwoo. 

“Yeah, we’re good,” Minwoo grinned and bumped your fist. “Thanks again for the chocolates.” 

You aimed your fist at Jooyeon and she reciprocated as well. With a proud nod, you sauntered over to your team. 

Yeonjun quickly made his way to your side and bumped his shoulder into yours. Smiling, you glanced around. This team carried you through many wins throughout the last two years. You were a precise, well-oiled machine led by Eunbi. What you lacked, your teammates covered with their strengths. The only missing spot was your Keeper, who graduated last year. 

Plus, next year Eunbi will graduate. Followed right after by you, Yeri, San, and Yeonjun which leaves Olivia to fend alone. The thought was mortifying. You understood why talks of a new captain and tryouts seemed so important. 

Eunbi scanned the crowd in front of her and nodded. “Quidditch is not easy. It’s brutal.” 

You couldn’t help but smile at the familiar start. A spiel you have heard so many times you could probably announce it yourself. 

“Without proper practice and dedication, you’ll be living in the Hospital Wing,” you couldn't help but snicker as you rolled your left wrist. Beside you, Yeonjun grabbed his right shoulder and sighed. Everyone landed in the wing at least once and that was being generous. “Forget positions, they don’t matter. What’s important is flight, speed and endurance.”

Gasps already erupted at Eunbi’s dismissal of the roles in the team. The next part should be fun.

“Five minutes,” Eunbi held up her palm. “That’s how much time I want you flying laps around the field and at the fastest speed you can manage—”

Now, the juniors seemed to pale as the senior students only groaned. This was nothing. They’d endure much worse in a proper game, a grim thought but it was true. 

“—I need you to push yourselves. Those who don’t fly as soon as I say start, who fall behind, and who fail to complete all five minutes will be instantly cut.” Eunbi was merciless. “Line up! First years at the front, and each year following right behind.” 

You smirked at how quickly your juniors fell into lines. Your teammates and senior students strolled up behind them. Olivia was up ahead, glaring holes into other fourth year students. Some sixth years lined up just ahead of you. It was hard not to follow in Olivia’s footsteps and glare holes into a familiar mop of hair. Fortunately, Yeonjun and Yeri’s bickering brought you back to the present. 

Your line consisted of the pair and San. You didn’t have to interject to know that this race would earn you some money. San shook his head as he lowered himself on his Nimbus, already at an advantage. When you glanced at him, his usual easy-going smile was nowhere to be found. 

The second Eunbi yelled the four of you were in the air. It was too easy. 

San was speeding through the crowd of students, deftly avoiding any stragglers and leading the lap. The things you would do to get a hand on that broom of his. You didn’t need to look back to know that some juniors struggled with the initial take-off. Yeonjun soon followed San, quick to catch up with him. Yeri, however, had seemed to completely give up on the bet and joined you, instead. She zig-zagged through the crowd as if it were a leisurely flight and not an ordered task. 

One look at her and you knew what was in her mind. Shaking your head, you steered beneath the crowd. With a grin, you completely flipped yourself around as Yeri mirrored you. You began rotating and increasing your speed. If strings were attached to your brooms, it would look like a helix. This is what happens when you don’t do your regular midnight flights. Eunbi was going to chew you out for this stunt but it meant all the same when you caught Yeri’s laughter against the wind. 

Dizzy, you righted yourself just as someone zoomed past you. 

Olivia. 

She passed Yeonjun and San just as another person flashed by you. They caught up easily to your youngest Chaser, her ponytail just as black as Olivia’s. 

Not having the heart to jostle Olivia when she was determined, you joined your friends. All four of you watched Olivia and her rival keep trying to one-up each other, even though it was futile. They were matched in skill. You assumed it was the fourth year she was glaring at. 

Unsurprisingly, Olivia and the fourth year were the first to land when the five minutes were over. Both of them were panting and shaking, yet still managed to glare daggers at each other. Eunbi squinted at the two of them as you landed easily beside her. 

That was not the case for a lot of students. 

Completing the exercise was one thing but landing afterwards was another task altogether. Some landings were disastrous, the fatigue and nausea couldn’t have helped. And those who did manage to land somewhat decently, instantly crumpled to the ground from vertigo. Eunbi scrutinised them unflinchingly before considering her parchment. 

You searched for Minwoo and Jooyeon only to find them both sitting on the ground. Jooyeon was in much better shape than Minwoo, they landed safely and that was all that mattered. It was hard not to miss the way Hyukwoo stood proudly when you scanned the crowd. He didn’t seem fazed at all. The idea of playing by his side made you nauseous. 

It couldn’t be helped though. 

Your teammates and previous substitutes were called up. Hyukwoo threw a smirk at you and your hands twitched. 

Some new faces were called. Huh Yunjin. That was the name of the fourth year that competed with Olivia.

However, the majority was rejected. Granted, as Eunbi mentioned, some people would be instantly cut and cut they were. 

“That is all,” Eunbi said with no hint of remorse. 

“That’s all? We’re done already?” Someone in the back whined and you bristled. “We just flew around the field, that doesn’t measure our skill. Plus, we had to use these stupid school brooms.”

The silent but agreeing crowd parted for a girl. Possibly a first year, definitely a pureblood. The school broom frayed and splintered, landed with a whimper when she threw it at Eunbi’s feet. The sight was familiar. 

Eunbi only stared at the broom, not saying a word. You were about to speak up when she inhaled deeply. 

“You’re right, the school brooms suck.” The girl’s head perked up to hear the Captain agreeing with her. “Unfortunately for you, that’s not a good enough excuse.”

You couldn’t help but glance at Hyukwoo, only to find he was already staring at you. His expression was unreadable. 

Eunbi called your name, followed by Yeonjun and Yeri. As if controlled by puppet strings, the three of you stepped forward at the same time, heads held high. 

“These three became substitutes in their first year with those ‘stupid’ school brooms.”

“So did Eunbi,” Yeri said with a smirk before you could. Even her smile didn’t reduce the tense atmosphere. 

“It’s not a good enough excuse,” Eunbi repeated. “Try next year with your own broom then.” 

The student scowled, ready to whine but her friends dragged her away. With that, the others began to leave as well. Eunbi began shouting orders but you quickly excused yourself to catch up with Minwoo and Jooyeon. 

“Sorry, you guys didn’t make the team.”

“It wasn’t realistic anyway,” Jooyeon shrugged but Minwoo’s disappointment was clear on his face. He stared at the pureblood girl who was yelling at her friends as she walked out. He then turned to you, disappointment morphed into caution as he said the next four words.

“Are you a pureblood?” 

Jooyeon shot him a look, clearly startled by his question. Every interaction with this kid only seemed to confuse you more. 

“Um, yeah,” there was no better way to put it. 

“So you’re a full wizard?” 

Jooyeon hissed his name and you stood there, perplexed. 

“Full wizard? Minwoo, you’re a wizard too,” you said, indignant at the claim. Then it clicked. “Hold on, did someone say—!”

“Yes, but both your parents are wizards, right?” You couldn’t help but bristle at the mention of your parents. “You’re a full wizard? Both my parents are muggles so I’m a—”

“Listen, that doesn’t matter,” that was a blatant lie but you had to stop him. Jooyeon had the same idea as she nudged his side. Minwoo was unbothered by his friend and unconvinced by you. “At least, not anymore.” 

That wasn’t a lie… but it wasn’t the truth either. 

You had to tackle this delicately.

“You’re here at Hogwarts, yeah?” you asked and waited for an answer. 

“Yes.”

"Did a wand choose you?"

"Yes."

“Can you do magic?”

“Yes.” 

“Then you’re a wizard, simple,” comfort didn’t come easy, you barely believed yourself. There was a strange tension in your voice but it was difficult to ignore the implication of Minwoo’s words. “Minwoo—both of you—if someone is bothering you, you come let me know, alright? Promise me that!” 

For some reason, you guessed who would be putting these thoughts into these kids. Harassing first years had to be a whole new low, even for him. 

When Minwoo didn’t answer, Jooyeon did. “We will, we promise. Thank you!” 

She raised her fist and your lips twitched up at the action. You bumped yours with hers before moving it in front of Minwoo. Both you and Jooyeon waited with bated breath. Minwoo left but not before brushing his fist against yours and mumbling goodbye. 

Jooyeon grumbled an apology on his behalf before running after Minwoo.

Are you a pureblood? So you’re a full wizard?

This was not how you wanted tryouts to go. For the most part, you were out of it, fortunately not enough for Eunbi to notice. Granted, she had her hands full. 

You could only think about Minwoo. 

Eunbi, in the time you'd spent with first years, had split up the recruits into small groups. There were also workshops so every new member could get a feel of each role. Everyone was assigned their usual roles except for Yeonjun and Oliivia. The former took up the Keeper’s role while the latter shadowed Eunbi, the pair conversing seriously. 

You walked over to the chest where the Bludger rattled in its cage, Yeri sidled up as you sighed.

“You alright?” she asked, motioning to the recruits assigned to the two of you. 

“Yeah, I'm fine—no,” you changed when you caught Yeri’s stare, “I’ll tell you later.”

She nodded, dropping the topic altogether before speaking to the new teammates. You recognized one of them quickly, yet you forgot her name already. 

“Huh Yunjin,” Yeri whispered beside you as you picked your bat, sarcasm dripping with every word. “Olivia’s best friend.”

“Do you know why?”

“Jealousy. Possible threat. Youngest privileges lost,” Yeri stopped to look at you. “Do you want me to keep listing more reasons? Or… ?”

You rolled your eyes at your friend and rounded up the pair, gesturing at them to take off into the air. 

“They’re fourth years, what did you expect?” Yeri yelled after you, no shame in admitting what she was whispering about. 

Shaking your head, you began to explain the basics of your role. Though you’re sure they were already well aware of that, so you made sure to emphasize just how dangerous being a Beater could be. Right on time, a resounding crack echoed through the field. 

The act was involuntary, muscle memory alone carried the task for you. The Bludger zoomed past the two recruits and with another resounding crack was sent back straight for Yeri. Flawless aim and deadly strength. You couldn’t help but smirk at yourself. 

The new students looked terrified, to say the least, but they were poised to whack the Bludger. When Yeri sent the ball back, it lacked its usual vigour, her hit purposely pulled back. Yunjin took the initiative putting herself in the ball's way before taking a swing. 

She managed to hit the ball back in Yeri’s general direction with quite a bit of strength, she showed promise. However, she did slightly stumble to the side of her broom, almost losing balance but she was quick to catch herself. Yunjin turned to you with a proud smile, awaiting praise. You couldn’t deny her that. 

“Well done, that was a good shot,” she straightened as you turned to the other recruit. “Your turn.”

The colour seemed to have completely drained from the kid’s face. If he wasn’t already terrified about facing a Bludger, the fact that Yunjin had managed to hit it almost perfectly couldn't help. Trusting your gut, you readied yourself in case something went south. 

A thunderous crack filled the stadium, his strength was paramount. 

Now if only he hadn’t smacked the Bludger backwards. Heading straight for the stands. 

You swore enough to lose a solid amount of points from your house. Good thing you were ready because you were flying at a speed you normally saved for your games. Your best friend has the same idea because Yeri was right by your side in a second. 

Ignoring the shrieks from the audience, the pair of you managed to surpass the Bludger with just enough space to spare. Without sharing a glance, you raised your batting hand and striked the Bludger. So had Yeri. 

With double the power of notorious Beaters, the Bludger soared high above the field and over the other end of the audience. Yeri only grumbled before speeding away after the ball. Leaving you to deal with the students whose lives you put at risk.

When you turned, the first person you see is Chou Tzuyu.

Like a magnet, your gaze seemed to land on her first. Her steely stare renders you speechless for a moment. Her knuckles were white from clutching a textbook you didn’t recognise. You wondered whether the pages were cutting into her skin. 

“Listen, I’m so sorry, Tzuyu,” you may have joked about how you were always apologising to her if someone hadn’t interrupted you by clearing their throat. Aggressively. 

Finally, you noticed the three other people seated next to Tzuyu. You couldn’t put names on two of them, one of which was clutching their heart as they whispered to the girl next to them. Her eyes were in crescents as she let out a chuckle, blushing to her ears. But, you did recognise Yeosang, Wooyoung’s best bud! 

Or so that's what Wooyoung claimed. You’ve never heard Yeosang confirm it. For that very reason, you doubted the Ravenclaw had a glowing impression of you. 

“Yeosang, buddy—”

“No.” He stood up, his eyes rolling back into his skull as he dragged the Hufflepuff next to him. They whined and made quite a scene as they were pulled away, the girl beside Tzuyu only giggled at their antics. You didn’t miss the wink they sent her before turning your attention back to Tzuyu. 

Her eyes were glassy as she stared. You’ve seen her smile, you know how she can light up a room. Yet, she managed to place such a cruel unfeeling mask over herself. 

“I really am sorry,” you said as the girl, having come down from giggles, shook her head. “Try-outs can be… rough.” 

You turned to Tzuyu again, hoping you salvaged something of your friendship. Not even, just merely the beginning of it. Her features were still steely, which wasn't good. When her friend’s hand came to rest atop hers, she softened. That was incorrect, her eyes didn't soften, she just lost her glare. 

“This is Gahyeon,” Tzuyu said, sentence clipped. “My friend.” 

Gahyeon smiled widely, extending her hand. Before you could even say your name she did it for you. 

“I know who you are,” Tzuyu shot her a strange glare but Gahyeon ignored it, unfazed by Tzuyu’s behaviour. “We’re all good, we knew you and Yeri had it covered. Hope the rest goes better than this!”

With a sad smile, you lowered your head again to apologize. You glimpsed at Tzuyu. Her features were still clouded with distaste, and maybe curiosity, but shifted to her aloof self as soon as she noticed you staring. Bidding them an awkward farewell, you turned to fly back to the third year.

Yunjin was to a side, her prideful demeanour nowhere to be found because she knew what was coming. The third year at fault was shaking on his broom but that didn’t deter you. 

With more vitriol than necessary, you said, “You better be good at some other position because you’re not a Beater!” He tried to say something but you were quick. “There’s no point if you’re all strength, you could’ve hurt someone—”

Yeri's voice came from somewhere to your side, but you decided to continue, baseless anger slipping past tightly shut gates. But your best friend placed a hand on your shoulder and pulled you back, forcing you to face her. 

The look on her face said everything you needed to hear. You can’t berate a kid for something they can’t control and no one was hurt… Tzuyu wasn’t hurt. 

“Get the next pair,” Yeri ordered and all you could do was nod. As you flew down, you could hear Yeri console the third year who was reeling from your words. 

Apart from that incident, practice went quite smoothly. The tasks were easy enough to follow, you and Yeri made sure to inform the recruits to consider aim and strength before swinging the bat wildly. Although, you didn’t allow room for anything to go wrong. Especially with the feeling of someone watching your back. 

After discussing with her teammates, Eunbi assigned substitute positions to the recruits. Though, everyone anticipated who would be the lucky person to fill up the Keeper position. Hyukwoo seemed all too smug, no doubt expecting the position to be his. Which is why it was all the more satisfying to see his expression sour when Yunjin was picked. 

Introductory ice-breakers. Short warm-up. Flight exercises. Two hours seemed to pass by in a blur before Eunbi decided it was time to play a few mock games. 

It was supposed to be harmless but everyone seemed to take it seriously. That was understandable under Eunbi’s unyielding watch. 

The intensity increased tenfold when the captain herself joined, taking her position as the Seeker. The small crowd lounging around the stadium cheered and it almost felt like a real game. Though, you and Yeri were grinning ear to ear, exhilarated just to play together again. 

Once the match ended, Eunbi asked everyone to relax but not before reminding the team to meet at the changing rooms later. Some of the younger recruits were not so eager to do nothing, they began rounding up equipment for the arriving Hufflepuff team. 

Eunbi was long gone and you waved away your friend's call to play catch in the air. Instead, you finally took the time to do what you loved; fly unperturbed. You missed the feeling of the winter chills crawling up your sleeves, cooling down the sweat on your forehead. Soon your mindless rounds came to a slow drive, almost floating in place, suspended in the air as you smiled at no one in particular. To even have considered not playing this year was a fool’s thought. 

A blur hurtled past before turning to stop in front of you. The shiver that ran down your spine was difficult to shake off. 

“So it’s real then?” Wooyoung’s voice squeaked at the end. You hoped he wasn’t insinuating what you think he was. “You and Chou Tzuyu?”

“What are you on about… ” the question died on your lips when Wooyoung looked to his left and you followed his gaze.

Not even a few meters away, Tzuyu was seated exactly where you’d left her an hour ago. Her friend, Gahyeon, if you remember correctly, was reading the prefect's textbook. Tzuyu’s attention, however, was completely on you. 

Apparently, in your daze, you had been flying near her. And in return, she’d been watching you. 

Fortunately, your best friend had immaculate timing. 

But none of the decorum. 

Yeri saved you from the paralysing staring concert by crashing right into you. 

Being the professional that she is, Yeri pivoted at the right moment, parking herself beside Wooyoung. You weren’t so graceful. The groan you emitted was ugly and pained, but at least you didn’t topple off your broom and plummet to your death. The most you experienced was disorientation from the blood rushing to your head. Oh, and the insurmountable amount of embarrassment. Why was Tzuyu looking at you?

Blinking away the white spots, you scowled at your so-called friends who cackled at your misery. “Was that necessary?” 

“Wouldn’t have been if you hurried instead of ogling Hufflepuffs,” Yeri offered an unapologetic smile. She was right, none of your teammates were anywhere to be seen on the field. 

“And it wasn’t even me?” Wooyoung pouted, his voice pitched higher. Both you and Yeri groaned at that. “I’m heartbroken.”

“Alright, we’re done here,” you said as you turned away from Wooyoung’s unbearable expression. 

“No, don’t leave me—” Wooyoung groaned instead of finishing the sentence. No doubt, Yeri shoved him too. 

“Good luck with practice, Woo,” you called out as you descended. Yeri was quick to pass you, shaking her head with a smile as she did. 

You didn’t leave the field without sparing one last glance at Chou Tzuyu. 

Her eyes had never left you.

“We’re focusing on scoring this year,” Eunbi said just as you entered the changing rooms. “This means Beaters, I need you to prioritize Chaser’s protection over mine.” 

You hadn’t even gotten the chance to seat yourself before you were shooting up. 

“What?” you squawked along with Yeri. The team was quick to follow with their outcries. 

Being a Seeker was no walk in the park. The title alone was an automatic target on your back. It didn’t help that there was a running joke of a guaranteed win if Eunbi was eliminated first. Of course, that has never happened. Eliminating Eunbi that is. Not with you carelessly taking Bludgers for her with your head instead of your bat. All ten fingers and ten toes wouldn’t be enough to count how many fouls you and Yeri have intercepted. It was only natural that one of the Beaters was always floating around Eunbi. 

So to ask for no protection seems ill-advised. 

Undeterred, Eunbi continued. 

“This is especially important for our opening game with Gryffindor. Jongho did a damn good job of blocking most of our goals last year,” Olivia scowled at the mention of the Keeper. He hadn’t let her score a single goal. “Focusing on scoring means not only prioritizing our Chasers, but the opposing team’s Chasers as well. If you can keep the Bludgers and their Beaters concentrated on them, then I will be fine.” 

“That’s a big if.” Yeri stated, not necessarily rejecting Eunbi’s unconventional strategy. 

“You are more than capable of pulling it off. I just need you to do it,” Eunbi said, her eyes glossing over the entire team. “All of you.” 

any feedback is much appreciated.

a/n: i feel like this fic is more about studying and sports than tzuyu HKSDFGJKDS like i know it seems like a slow burn, but the original draft didn't even have romance in it HJFKSDGF (i still don't know what type of relationship these two will have) it was me messing around and just dragging shit around for fun so we'll see how this one goes. as for sport, idc for it and if the stuff i say makes no sense, you've come this far i'm sure you can suspend your disbelief just a bit more :D anyways,,,see you next month-ish ? maybe ? who knows ? hope everyone is doing well and have a good day/night !

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Aster Gets Got Drabble + Headcanons

"Master!" A cheerful Aster slammed open the doors to Eiden's new room, the man in question blearily blinking his eyes while the vampire beelined for his bed.

He groaned, sinking into the pillows beneath him and trying to ignore the chatter coming from above him, but it was of no use. Aster pestered the man, chiding him about being lazy when they had work to do.

He was so much more fun the other night, when he and Morvay were...

Eiden shook his head a little, before rolling onto his back and looking at the canopy above him. Aster seemed to take this as he was waking up, and started talking about 'regulating the altars', whatever THAT meant (Eiden would have to get an explanation about that later), before nagging at him to get dressed and eat so they could head out.

God, if Eiden could just get another few minutes to clear his head and think straight (ha! straight) this would be much easier!

Although...

He eyed up the man next to him, who had long since clambered up onto the bed to shake him relentlessly. Quick as a bullet, his arm shot out and grabbed Aster's little body, rolling over so he was the little spoon and effectively trapped in Eiden's arms.

Aster yelped, before giggling lightly. "Ahh, master wants to cuddle? I'm afraid we don't have time today, but EEK!"

Aster squeaked as Eiden's fingers poked at his stomach, lightly dancing and prodding at all the usual places that are ticklish on people.

"Too tired," Eiden mumbled as Aster giggled madly, trying futilely to push his hands away. The playful grin could be heard in his voice though, even through layers of sleepiness. "Five more minutes..."

"B-but, Master!" The vampire squealed as Eiden's fingers dug fully into his tummy, bursting into shrieking laughter and kicking his legs helplessly. He could hear Eiden's sleepy chuckles from behind him, and when his hands started wandering, creeping down towards his thighs, he caved.

"Ok! Ok! Master can sleep more!!" He yelped, and Eiden smiled, immediately returning to just cuddling the vampire's smaller body.

"Thank you~" He sing-songed, burying his face into Aster's hair and closing his eyes. " 'ppreciate it..."

The vampire just sighed, settling in his arms and closing his eyes. Maybe just another 5 minutes wouldn't hurt...

🩷🩷🩷🩷🩷

🩷 To me Aster is a ler. Despite him being v small and v tickleable, he's too cocky and too powerful to be a full lee. He likes to have people giggling and writhing beneath him.

🩷 Has absolutely attacked Morvay in punishment, I mean come on.

🩷 I'd imagine he's not the most ticklish, but decently so. Probably have weak spots of thighs and knees, but he can hide it really well.

🩷 Has perfectly manicured nails for peak tickle-ability.

🩷 A demonic ler. Quite literally one of the most scary ones. He's very creative with tickle punishments and will require a safeword. He's a bit of a problem ngl so make sure you've got someone to keep him in line. He also teases in a very cute voice, baby-talking but his words are scathing so it's very condescending. Hit or miss with lees.

🩷 If you do manage to get him expect revenge tickles.