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cocomanga · 1 year ago

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A Hunters' Interest ~ Ch.01

Pairing: Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader,

CW: Daddy Kink, Praise Kink, Size Kink, Oral, Unprotected Sex, Edging, Aggressive Sex, Overstimulation,

Note: please block me if my work is not your cup-o-tea. I do not own any of the character art

WC : 6.5K

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My very first fanfic!💙 As an introduction, I'm very happy with it! (though I've made a ton of edits since, and will do more if necessary!) EnJOY!

Synopsis: Hunter Sung Jinwoo sees someone he likes. His pursuit of her hits a bit of a wall until she nudges him to take things a little further.

Author's Note: I've been toying with the idea of extending this story for a while. Its also gotten far more attention than all my other fics on AO3🥰. And since more people are reading it here, I insist that it be improved. So many people are loving Jinwoo now, so I decided to make good on my promise to myself to continue. I appreciate everyone who liked this little fic from the beginning, but I'm gonna do my best going forward to make it as great as I can get it!

..... Minors: You have no business here. Love you, but please don't ....

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Chapter .01

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It's way too damn hot out here. You whined to yourself as you exited your vehicle that had zero time to cool by the air conditioning.

You'd hoped it would relieve you of the sweltering heat you endured on the way to your destination. Your legs and back were quite warm from the seat that had soaked up so much of the sun as the temperature held steady at 95 degrees all day.

You wrapped your laptop firmly in your arm, holding it up by your hand, noticing that it also had gone hot. “Ugh... Can't wait to get inside.” You muttered, the cooked car door singeing your fingers as you closed it.

Somehow you never managed to be one of those perfectly organized people who didn’t to struggle when getting out of the car... or doing anything for that matter. Your inherent clumsiness sometimes felt like a bit of a burden, but it was what it was.

You fumble to open the café door as your books nearly slide out of your arms, welcomed by the pleasantly cool greeting of air conditioning. “Haah” you breathed, almost too loudly as you entered the safe haven.

You stood at the door, scanning the place for a window seat, hoping for one that wasn't being pierced through with beating sunlight. At first glance, you noticed there weren’t many people present which was great. It meant you didn’t have to wait long for your iced Caramel Frappuccino and water.

You spot a small table in the corner, which would grant you some semblance of privacy as you worked, though it wouldn’t be as quiet as you'd hoped since news reels were so important these days.

This business kept its mounted flat screen on at all times.

You stagger over as you consider the size of the cool beverage you’re looking forward to, as you hear the news reporting the opening of yet another gate.

You drop all your stuff on the table, glancing at the screen long enough to hear that your route home had been obstructed. Apparently, it was a “D”, and could be cleared relatively sooner than others, but would still cause delays for you, regardless.

“Looks like I may as well order dinner” ... you audibly utter to yourself as you frown at the screen and take a seat.

One of your favorite baristas comes over to take your order for you, and offers to bring your drink, but a larger size.

“Thank you.” You mutter softly as she set it down gently at your table. You take a sip, and its delicious; cold, frothy and sweet, so flavorful that you closed your eyes as you allowed it to soothe your seemingly overheated insides, satisfaction spreading across your face as you relished the experience.

As your eyes slowly open, they meet the gaze of a man sitting at a table directly across from yours on the other side of the room. Your head tilts slightly to the right as your lids fall into a squint and you notice he's watching you intently.

He was tall. Very tall. You could tell even from where you were sitting. 6'4” maybe? You scanned your area, wondering if perhaps his eyes were meant to capture the attention of someone else.

He smirks, fixated, watching you shift nervously in your seat as your eyebrows furrowed yet you flash a small smile. He had jet black hair, tanned skin, and an absolutely beautiful face.

You practically gasp, reflexively looking back down to your laptop you had only just opened.

Does he know me?

You wondered, unable to make yourself as comfortable as you were before realizing you were his entertainment.

After what seemed a full minute, you hesitantly glance back up, presuming surely he may have been distracted by someone or something else by now...

Nope... not so much. You realize, averting your gaze back to your laptop.

His large dark eyes remained locked your direction as he now sat with both elbows on the table, one hand positioned at the corner of his mouth, his slender index finger pressing a dent into his lip.

You avert your eyes, immediately regretting looking back his direction as you feel blood rushing to your cheeks. Tch, I hope he didn’t notice that, You thought as you reach for your pen, fumbling ice water all over the table.

“Agh!! shit!” you muttered, scrambling to rescue your laptop from the disaster area. You get up from the table, holding it in one arm as you hear footsteps approaching.

“Could I offer some help?” a kind voice offers as you work to get your shit together.

You immediately suspect who it is as you glance up, noticing he's no longer at his table. Your eyes travel upward, seemingly forever before they reached his face, which turned out to be even more beautiful up close.

“Uh…” you huff, shaking your head as you flash him an nervous smile. “Thanks.”

“Of course”. He says, having already managed to grab towels. He wipes up most of the icy water, scooping the cubes into his large hands as you keep your laptop safe. “Is everything ok?” he questioned with a blindingly beautiful smile. “Looks like you saved it,” nodding toward your computer.

“Oh...” you reply as you look down at it, catching it just before it slipped from your hand. “y-yeah… thank God. Heh… sorry for the trouble”.

“No trouble.” He interrupts, shaking his head, his beautiful, dark, gently hooded eyes piercing straight through you as a mix of amusement and intrigue gloss over them, and a smile curls into the corners of his mouth. “None at all. It's my pleasure”.

So handsome.

You could feel your face flush and practically paint itself red as you look away with a soft huff, trying hard to keep your smile small.

His grin remained plastered on his face for a moment, before he was abruptly distracted by something outside, then his attention shifts quickly to the report on TV:

“Breaking news: the most current D gate has just been reported to have gone RED. I repeat, the D gate, obstructing Broadway and Ash streets has just been reported to have gone RED. We are asking that all citizens avoid these streets at all costs until it has been confirmed cleared. RED gates pose an even greater risk, so we're requesting that any B+ Hunters in the area, not currently working active gates, please report to your guilds for further instructions…”

The man's smile morphed into a glower as he stared intently at the flat screen. As the barista clears the last remnants of water from the table, you notice a faint gleam of colored light shining down on the table suddenly as you sit.

You look around for the source, startled to realize it's coming directly from his eyes. His iris glowed a bright blue hue with a dark outline. You gawked at him, stunned as he quickly grabbed a pen from your table, scratched a number and name down, then glanced back up at you:

“Call me in about 3 hours?”

You huffed, “Y-yeah...” as he disappears through the café doors.

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It took merely 2 hours to clear the gate. A RED gate. Thats how long it typically took to round up hunters, recruit and process them on assignment and get them to the site. Plus, didnt they say they needed hunters above B rank? But the job is done, so... you figured there was really no reason to concern yourself with the details.

Law enforcement, along with some hunters had also cleared the streets, and you were finally on your way home. At this point it was around eight thirty pm and the sun had retreated completely. It had been terribly draining, and all you could think about was how wonderful your bath would feel.

You made it to your place, and as you unloaded all of your things at the kitchen counter on your way in, you grabbed the paper from your bag that was left by the man. “Sung Jinwoo #777-XXX-XXXX.”

“Hmmm…” you hummed, thinking of that beautiful smile that was etched into your memory. He was just so stunning. Yet very familiar. You wondered where you had seen him before. Of course he was a hunter, but you hadn’t pinpointed from where.

The sound of his low voice vibrating in your ear was even more difficult to shake. So you figured you’d take your phone with you to the bath and call him from there. The sound of his voice would only make your wind down ritual even more relaxing. It’s not like he'd know.

As the hot water and frothy bubbles filled the tub, you removed your clothes and stepped in. You grabbed your phone and took a deep breath, relaxing your nerves before dialing the number.

“I’m glad you called” he answered. His voice was even deeper and more sensual over the phone. Looks like you were right.

“U-um… do you know who –?”

“Yup. Venti Caramel Frappuccino, ice water, and a saved laptop?

You chuckled, “Yeeaahh…”

“I had to leave so… I didn’t get the opportunity to catch your name… sorry about that by the way.”

“Oh… it’s cool … Jinwoo right?” you started as you introduced yourself. “Nice to officially meet you.”

“S’nice to meet you, too.”

You couldn’t help but smile as the sound of his voice seemed to vibrate throughout the room, shaking your very core. You leaned your head back on the edge of the tub and closed your eyes. ‘Please dont stop talking’... is what you wanted to say.

“You busy? ... If so, we can talk later.” he asked.

“Hmm... no... um... I'm just relaxing. Today was quite the day for me”. You replied as you attempted to keep your little splashes quiet.

“Oh yeah? You wanna tell me about it?” His sweet voice actually made him sound genuinely concerned. A warm smile presses into your cheek as you note his sincerity.

“Maybe some other time. I'm just glad to be home in my element.”

“I get that. What do you do to relax?”

“You know, just ... have a drink, Netflix and chill...”

“Hmmm” He’s silent for a beat before he asks, “That room sounds hollow... Are you in the bath?”

“You flinch as your eyes widened, “How do you know that?” you say with a nervous giggle.

“Heh, my sensory input is kinda high. It's a thing.”

“Really?” You reply, as you suddenly recalled that he’s a hunter. And likely one of high rank if he had anything to do with that gate closing. “That reminds me... Did you work the red gate today?”

“Yeah, I did...”

“And you're okay?” You ask with a tinge of concern in your voice. “Everyone's ok?”

“Uh... yeah. No casualties.” That was the first time you'd heard anything but complete confidence in his voice.

“Thats good to hear...” you replied, pausing to process the info. “I'm curious about you, Jinwoo. you seem to be quite the interesting guy.”

He chuckles ... “I certainly hope so, I hope to keep your attention.”

“And why is that, may I ask?”

“I find you very beautiful.” He says with a huff, and smile that you could actually hear. “A little clumsy, but beautiful.”

“Thank you.” You replied shyly, returning the smile.

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Jinwoo came by twice a week, faithfully. You could almost set your watch to him. And you were always happy to see him. You’d been dating for seven months now and absolutely loved his company.

He’s so beautiful. And … not your average beautiful. Almost ridiculously so. Overwhelming like the sugar in the candy you ate as a child.

However, at this point he seems ... too good? Or... just not as affectionate as you'd like. You'd get close to him, kissing, making out, or whatever, and he'd pull away when things heat up. Every time.

You started to wonder if you should question his level of attraction to you. He’s on his way over in a few minutes though, so… you figured now is as good a time as any to bring it up, right?

Usually, when he planned your dates, you'd go to public places like parks, museums, restaurants, even the gym and a couple sporting events. But you were sure to request something a little more intimate this time.

This time, you won’t leave the house.

You had the home field advantage. Complete privacy, and full autonomy, hopefully, to communicate exactly the way you choose.

Let tonight be the night, please...

He'd be there soon. He's always on time. And you'll be ready.

After slamming another shot, you lit your handmade candles, noticing how differently the shadows in the house seemed to move. Or... maybe it was just the alcohol.

Your heart skipped a beat as you heard the doorbell ring. Ok... you’ve got this...

You gave yourself a moment, took a deep breath and opened the door. Behind it was his tall, slender figure in a black designer tee and dark blue denim. His beautifully chiseled muscles peeked out from his sleeves and v-neck and the bottom of his tee tapered in a touch, draped perfectly from his chest to his waist.

Your eyes travel up to his face, where his jet-black hair brushed against his eyebrows hovering above his dark eyes, the cut framing it perfectly.

As he looked at you, scanning your silhouette, you notice the blue light peeking from behind his eyes, his jaw slightly clenched as he took a deep breath before uttering a deep and mildly raspy “Hey”. His fist tightened around the strap of the bag that held with the food he planned to cook.

You’re nearly rendered speechless, but gasp at the sight of him, and manage to utter, “Come on in sweetheart” with a blushing smile.

How can he look so damn good in jeans and a tee shirt?

He saunters in, smirking, his eyes fixated on your exposed legs stretching out from your little black dress as he enters. He finally turns and scans the room, taking in the vibe. “It feels and smells amazing in here”.

“Thank you” you say, with a warm smile, your head tilted to the side playfully.

Jinwoo, seemingly unable to break his gaze from you, forces another deep breath, then turns and heads for the kitchen. You notice the abrupt shift in energy, but decided it'd be addressed soon enough.

Everything was delicious. He prepared Bibimbap and Gimbap, at your request, complete with some top-shelf soju. Once your taste buds were sufficiently satiated, and you praised him for his stellar culinary skills, you made your way over to the living room to relax on the couch with a glass.

You notice and, as expected, he sits a little farther away from you than desired. You bite your lip at the thought rolling around in your head that, obviously, you're going to have to make some kind of move to get what you want.

All you could think about was being closer to him.

The comfort of this atmosphere, his immense presence... He was so wonderful inside and out. You wanted to feel more of him. In every way possible.

You get up to top off your glass and reposition yourself strategically closer to him as you sit back down, curling your legs and feet up on the couch.

“Are you gonna have another one?” you ask, as you observe his obvious level of discomfort.

“Well, I can taste it but… I burn off the alcohol pretty quickly.”

“Really?” you were hoping the liquor would relax him a bit more.

“Yeah. Like… immediately.” He scoffs in disappointment.

“Damn.” you giggle… “Well, that’s no fun.”

“Yeah” He looks at you and chuckles, blushing slightly. “You look beautiful.” He says, changing the subject as he scans your body again, resting his head on the back of the couch.

“Thank you.” your voice faintly above a whisper as your gaze travels up to his, hoping he’ll read your nonverbal communication correctly.

He does, grabbing your glass to place it on the table, then leaning in for a kiss. On impact, his soft lips touching yours sends what felt like a surge of electricity through your body. His hand laid gently on the side of your neck, sending shivers up your spine.

You guide his mouth open with yours, making it easier for you to purse your lips around his bottom lip as you kiss it softly. The intensity builds, your temperature rising as you lift your hands to wrap them around his neck, running your fingers from his nape along his collarbone. Your tongue begins to make its way into his mou–

He breaks the kiss. “Um…” he leans back, squeezing his eyes together, then looking away “… I’m uh... I'm sure you need your rest, so… I’ll let you get some” he mutters nervously and gets up from the couch.

“What? No!…” you jump up from your spot on the couch, obviously frustrated, and eager to stop him… you actually had to work to keep your tone and your demeanor calm. “You're leaving? Why?”

“I just…” he shakes his head “I don’t want to rush things…” he looks around for his bag.

You stand there, confused and a little shocked. “Jinwoo…” you hurry over to stand directly in front of him. “What’s up? I don’t want you to go. Stay with me tonight.”

He tilts his head to the side, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, his forehead wrinkling in frustration “I really want to… but…” shaking his head.

“But what? ... what is it?” you look up at him from the top of your 5’4” stature with a genuine look of concern on your face. “Talk to me.” You pause for a moment and swallow hard before muttering, “I mean... are you...” You looked around as if for some route to not be disappointed if that were the case. “not … attracted to me… or?”

“God, no!”

Your eyes widen as shock washes over your face.

“I mean – that’s not it. You’re gorgeous. I just…” he pauses and rolls his eyes before taking another deep breath. “I… don’t wanna … hurt you.” he winces at his own comment.

“What? … What does that mean?” You stand there gawking at him, still confused. “You won’t hurt me Jinwoo… I’m a big girl I can take it... whatever it is...?”

Jinwoo raises his eyebrows and tilts his head as he squints… “Well… that’s...” he looks down at you as you search for clarity in his eyes. “I gotta take it slow. I can be a little much for some people to deal with.”

“Some ... people?” you smirk, “Well... I think I should be allowed to decide what I wanna deal with, right?” your concerned gaze locked on to his dark eyes.

He draws even closer to you, slowly. “I like you. a LOT. I want to keep seeing you for as long as possible. I don’t want anything getting in the way of that.”

You squint in confusion, trying to understand what his concern is about. “Jinwoo, spit it out.” you quip, annoyed.

His hands glide around to the small of your back, fingers curving to grip your waist. You gasp as he presses you firmly against him. Already, he was as stiff as a board, and ... huge.

Your eyes widen as you look up at his face to see a smirk forming across his pretty lips. His gaze now glowed blue behind his hooded eyes. He was obviously excited. And now, you were too.

“Are you sure about this? We can wait.” His stiff bulge and lusty gaze betraying his words.

You smirk … “I want what's mine”.

He picks you up in one motion off the ground and carries you 20 feet past the couch to your bed, tossing you down on the mattress.

He smiles that beautiful smile, his gaze now accompanied by a grin. “As you wish”. He drawled, as he crawled up to your position on your king bed, straddling your figure, hovering for a kiss as you lean against the headboard.

This kiss felt much more relaxed, more intense. More... passionate. His tongue finds yours and dances gracefully across it as he tastes you. “Mmhh” he groans, relieved to have finally reached this point, as his desire had more than grown strong to be close to you as much as you desired to be close to him.

For you, the excitement of finally being here, began to completely consume you as he held the hem of your dress, slowly sliding his large hands upward, tracing your voluptuous curves as he pulled it off and over your head. He tosses it to the floor as his eyes scan your body.

“Just beautiful.” He murmurs as his eyes slowly flick up toward yours. “Did you wear this for me?” He whispers, his bottom lip disappearing into his mouth as he tugged at the strap of your pretty black lace panties, and his gaze grew hungrier by the second.

You became more excited and curious about what he’s capable of as you watch him practically drooling at the sight of you.

He leans in and buries his head between your breasts, inhaling, savoring the scent of you. He flicks out his tongue, licking and sucking as if he'd ultimately consume you.

His fingers curl tightly around the lining of your bra as he pulls it over your right breast, revealing your hardened nipple. His lips purse around your soft flesh as his tongue orbits around it flicking it back and forth just before it disappears into his mouth.

He finds the edge of your panties again, and slides his thumb under the hem, pushing them to the side, granting himself access.

“Hmph…You're so wet.” He moans, the pads of his fingers finally gliding freely across your slick, the sensation stimulating, piercing you from your sex straight to your head. You thought you'd lose your mind as you'd waited so long to feel him touch you this way.

Jinwoo worked one more slow, circular motion before he slipped his two middle fingers halfway inside you with ease. He pumped them in and out of your entrance slowly as his thumb massaged your clit.

You pressed your hips forward, against his hand, begging for more friction. Your temperature rose even higher, your overwhelming desire taking over your body as if it had a mind of its own.

As your reactions and moans drew his attention, he lifted his face from your chest, eyes now glowing bright blue. His long fingers moved faster now pressing in even deeper as he watched you grasp the headboard behind you, your expression pained as you squirmed under his touch.

His brow furrowed as he took you in, “So pretty...” he groaned, as he continued lubricating his digits with your slick, growing more anxious by the second as he dipped his face to bury it back into your chest.

His eyes screwed shut, his bulging cock pressing against his jeans, begging for release from its confines as his hot breath wafted over your sensitive skin...

His deep voice sent a fierce vibration through you… “Cum for me baby.” he quietly requested as his fingers moved deeper, slowly and deliberately against your walls, the pad of his slickened thumb gliding unhurriedly over your clit.

His voice... His touch... His words... you were almost embarrassed at how overwhelmed you'd become as you clenched even harder, your moans echoing throughout your apartment. You pressed your thighs together, trapping his hand between them.

Heat surged in your core as you arched your back against him. You reach down, gripping his wrist as it nestled between your legs and you felt the muscles in his arm flex as he pressed his fingers inside you to the knuckle ... your hips rocked uncontrollably back and forth, riding his hand.

“Aaa~ahh!!” You moaned as your body quivered for what felt like a full minute and your orgasm ripped through you, Jin's eyes burning with need as he watched.

You catch your breath, your hand still clasping Jinwoo's wrist as you trembled, turning toward his face as your breaths hitched and you floated in the afterglow.

He raises his cum soaked hand to his mouth, his tongue flicking out between his fingers. “Good girl.” he grins, peering through his lusty, fiery eyes as one corner of his lips curled upwards.

Your eyes widen as your heart thumped, breaths deep and slow as you gazed at him. You'd never seen him like this but knew it was exactly what you wanted. He had a dark confidence in him that you’d never seen until now, one that bordered on intimidating.

A shudder rushes through your body as your gaze remained locked on his sly grin, the yearning inside you to hear him speak those words again, so intense, it gave you pause.

He shifts his large body, positioning himself between your legs, never breaking his gaze. “You're so sensitive... I like that.” he says as he grips each of your calves in each hand, pulling you toward him, causing you to lay flat on your back.

He chuckles teasingly as he pulls of his tee, exposing his chiseled torso. He lowers his body to the bed as his eyes send their blue hue throughout the dimly lit room, appearing both mildly terrifying and tremendously sexy, the juxtaposition making your head spin.

He wraps his muscular arms around each of your legs as they draped his shoulders, securing them into place as his hand rested on your lower abs, perfectly positioned to allow his thumb access to your clit.

He slowly massages your sensitive bud as he flashes a sultry gaze, sticking his tongue out, then licking your hot sex, slowly, from hole to hood over your soaked lace panties.

The fabric was inadequate at best, providing zero refuge as his tongue rolled softly, yet relentlessly around, teasing your most sensitive area. You couldn't contain the effect of the stimulation, your body jerking as you pressed your head into the pillows, gripping the sheets anywhere you could as the most sensual moans escape your lips.

Jinwoo grunts deeply, sucking at your sopping wet core as the mixture of his saliva and your arousal continued to leak on to the bed. His strong arm held your legs captive in their position, granting him full reign to do exactly as he pleased.

His left hand curls around the hem of your soaked panties as he grips them, sliding them to the side as he presses his mouth to your now exposed clit.

His hot, wet tongue slid up and down your fleshy folds, softly yet aggressively kissing your sensitive nub as he reached the top at each pass. He flattened his tongue against your sex sliding it down as he opened his mouth, then plunged it deep into your hole as his sultry voice groaned against you.

Jinwoo's movements became more aggressive as his tongue fucks in and out of your core repeatedly. He gazed up darkly from between your legs, getting high on the view of you as you writhed in ecstasy. He reaches up, gripping your breasts as you peaked, pinching your sensitive nipples ...

“Ngh! ~ Jinwoo please!”... you wailed out as you trembled and convulsed, your eyes rolling into the back of your head as yet another release takes you, your body arching into his mouth.

With a finishing wet kiss to your throbbing bud, Jinwoo gazed at you and your flushed cheeks, licking his lips, so very pleased with himself.

“Wow. look at you...” he purrs, “You're shaking, luv.” smirking as he wiped the corner of his mouth with is thumb. “I wanna see more...” he coaxes, kissing your quivering inner thighs, your chest heaving as your body trembled deeply from your orgasm and the sound of his beautiful voice.

He leans into you, kissing your chest again as he looks into your eyes, then plants soft kisses to your lips, the taste of your arousal lingering on his tongue. “Commere”. He asks, as the cloudy haze threatens to never clear from your mind.

Jinwoo lifts himself from your body, and yours follows like a magnet, sitting up on your knees at his command, your eyes looking up at him as a servant awaiting further instruction.

He grabbed your neck gently, his fingers almost wrapping completely around it as he tilted your head upward kissing you again, passionately, his tongue dipping into your warm mouth then finishing by sucking your bottom lip with a soft smack.

His voice then floated past your ears like velvet. “Take off my jeans”.

You obediently reached up to do as you were told. Your hands curling and tugging at his leather belt. They seemed to have a mind of their own as they glided slowly down to his bulge, squeezing it gently as it was shrouded by his jeans. He was rock hard.

You noticed that familiar blue become brighter, glowing on your hands as you toyed with his hard length.

Hearts pulsed into your pupils as you wrapped your hands around his waist pulling him closer, kissing his solid abs, sliding your tongue around in intervals as looks down at you lovingly and his long fingers glide through your hair.

You pulled down his jeans and reached past his boxers, pulling his big, hot, throbbing member free as you gripped it in your hands and your eyes grew wide. You slowly lifted your gazed up toward him as you swallowed thickly. He wasn’t kidding. He was quite large, and extremely intimidating. But you were more than happy to accept the challenge.

The expression on his face grew more pained as you lean in and your wet tongue slowly flicks out, licking him from base to tip. Guttural moans escaped his lips as his arousal intensified.

You curled your lips around the head, sliding him into your mouth as far as possible, coaxing more precum to cover your tongue as it massaged his veiny length and your head pressed down onto him.

Squeezing your lips around the shaft, sucking on the way up, you were overwhelmed with both his taste, and the desire to please him, humming against his length, the vibration sending shivers up his spine.

He threw his head back as his eyes screwed shut... “ha~ah so good... that’s it, baby” his moans hypnotic as he became putty in your hands. You wanted him to cum hard. His fingers slid around your scalp as he massaged your head, then gripped your hair firmly as his body trembled under your touch and his hips bucked forward.

You bobbed your head in smooth, steady motions as he rolled his hips, sinking himself deeper into your throat. His hands now fisted into your hair as he thrusted carefully, his needy urge rising up inside him, becoming more prevalent in his movements.

Your hands moved quickly now up and down his throbbing shaft as you stroked and squeezed, your lips wrapped firmly around the head, your cheeks caving inward as you sucked, begging for his release.

His dick pressed against your throat as you made eye contact, gagging slightly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He shuddered at the sight of you, as you open your mouth wide, his cock twitching on your tongue just before the head disappeared back into your mouth.

Jinwoo’s brow furrowed as he huffed, his chest rising and falling from deep breaths as you tease him. He was close, his hips thrusting forward as you helped him slowly fuck your face with his enormous cock. “Aaaghh shit! .... baby I'm gonna cum!”

You feel him tug your head away, but you pressed in further, sucking harder, saliva coating your mouth, your hands, and his cock, as you completely ignored his warning. Your face buried in his groin made your smile invisible as you hummed against his veiny member, waiting for the reward for all your hard work. “mhmm!”

Jinwoo grunted, “...ha~aah... I'm coming!”

You stayed locked in place, as his large body trembled. He threw his head back, his grip tightening even more on your head as he released hot, milky, thick ropes of cum deep into your mouth.

The warm sensation coated you on its way down, mirrored by the wetness now dripping down your legs. You lift your head up slowly as the last that hadn't made its way past your throat trickled from your lips, and down his still very hard member.

The look on this face was priceless. His mouth gaped open as he panted, pupils dilated, his face painted red with a beautiful mixture of obsession and unadulterated lust.

Jinwoo grabbed your head gently, leaning in to press his lips into yours. “Such a good girl.” he spoke into your mouth as he kissed and sucked at your swollen pink lips.

He pulled your head to lean you back onto the bed as he leaned forward, crawling toward you as a beast to prey as you slid back toward the headboard.

He moved to remove your bra and panties, sliding his large hands up from your belly to squeeze each of your breasts, covering them almost completely. He rolled your nipples on the pads of his thumbs, leaning in to suck each of them before sliding his hands down to grip your waist.

Jinwoo held your waist in one hand as he wet his thumb on his tongue with the other, then rubbed it slowly up and down your sloppy slit. He then carefully slid both of his thumbs inside, eliciting a moan from your voice as he pulled your folds back slightly, leaning in to get a good peek at your wet hole as he licked his lips.

“Fucking beautiful”, he hissed, excited to get inside as you leaked on to the bed. “You're drenched. Did you like sucking me, luv?” he coos as he leers at you with that sly grin you love.

Soft whimpers and moans continue to escape your lips and fill the room as he toys with your pussy. He slides his thumbs up and down your opening, circling your sensitive clit as he watches your body jerk and tremble. “Please Jinwoo” ... you whined, “don’t tease me.”

He hovers his face over yours, basking in your reactions as you writhed, aching for more. “I so love to hear you beg.” he grunts, his hand reaching down to grip his thick, throbbing cock as he slipped the head up and down your folds as your body trembled.

His other hand moves to run his fingers through your hair, as he simultaneously pressed his soft lips to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth as he pressed his cock inside, causing your entire body to clench.

You cried out as you break the kiss to gasp for air. “Mma~aah!” as your thighs weakened around him.

He whispers into your ear, grinning. “You can get it anytime.”

Your breaths hitch as they get caught in your throat behind what should’ve easily been a scream as your core grips him like a vice.

“You're so perfect and so tight” he averts his gaze down at your quivering limbs, then back up to your pretty, pained face with a hiss... “Halfway in luv.”

Your mouth gapes open, releasing pants, “ha~aah... ha~aah...” his body weight and warmth surrounding you as you relish the pleasure of him slowly climbing your tight, gummy walls.

He simpers softly in your ear, teasing... “Awww babe... you gonna cum again?” and with a deep grunt, presses in deeper. “Nnghhh”...

You clench around him fiercely as you release, squirting all over his cock. “Haa-ah! Fuck, Jinwoo!!” you wail as your slick cunt quivers around his sensitive length.

His deep, soft laugh resonates in your ear “Thats my good girl... shit you feel so damn good. Almost there, baby...” he says, pressing deeper into your cervix.

“Damn you, Jinwoo...” You mutter in between breaths, chuckling as your eyes flutter shut, yet another orgasm rising up from your core. Your mouth hangs open as you try to suppress it, focusing on relaxing to receive more of him.

“You ok baby?” Jinwoo coos, his head buried in the crook of your neck, his arm wrapped around your head, the other around your waist, cradling you in a secure embrace as he planted soft kisses on your cheek. “~Haah.... we can stop if you wan –”

“No! ... don’t stop! You interrupted, “d–don’t you fucking dare” you whimper into the air through shallow breaths, “keep going... haaah! I love it, baby”.

Jinwoo looks at you with a leacherous grin, amazed at how well you're taking him. His heart thumped heavily in his chest as his face goes beet red. He closes his eyes and smiles with deep satisfaction as he pulls, then thrusted to the hilt into your sopping wet cunt.

He pulses, throbbing inside... “Mmm~ ah my fucking god...” he moans, unable to move, for fear he'd cum immediately. He groans deeply, waiting for the electricity that seems to be coursing through the both of you to subside before he continued... He pulls out slowly, then back in. ~out... ~in... picking up the pace... a little faster, hitting your spot with every thrust.

“Aaahhhh fuck!” he moans as he drills into you, filling you up more than completely.

You've practically gone silent, unable to speak or think, your arms wrapped under his, gripping and clawing at his broad shoulders as he repeatedly buries his cock into your core. He felt so fucking good.

You'd never had a man fill you to this capacity. He was marking you. Branding you, making you his alone. Intoxicated, you relaxed your muscles even more, widening your legs in response...

Jinwoo continually thrusted his thick dick shamelessly into your core. “Aaah you’re doing so fucking well...” punctuating each hit to your cervix with wet kisses on your cheek and forehead as he praised you. “Mmmh~my sweet girl ~ I'm gonna cum soon, baby”.... he moaned as he grew even harder.

“Ngh~!” you whimpered, shuddering underneath him.

He was fucking you much faster now, the slapping sounds of your sensitive flesh being pounded, your clit taking taps on impact, Your moans grew louder as he lifted his bodyweight from you.

You were both drenched in sweat. He hovered over you now, still throbbing inside, as his hands gripped your arms, making their way up to your neck, resting on your collarbone as they kept your body steady and your head from the headboard as he started again, plunging into your core, again, and again, and again.

He maintained a firm grip on you as his mouth hung open, “So fffucking tight!” ... he breathed, his hips thrusting steadily as he slid his hands down to your breasts, groping and squeezing as they bounced. He moved one hand to your sex, sliding his thumb over your sensitive clit as his other thumb circled your nipple in tandem with his thrusts. He then glided both hands down toward your belly as his fingers curled around your waist, gripping firmly.

He was majestic as he towered over you, giving you pleasure you'd never experienced. “Nnngh... Jinwoo...” you whimpered, the sight of him and the feeling of his hands all over you causing your core to clench even tighter, as tears pooled in your eyes.

He pulled you into him hard with each thrust. His eyes darkened as he pounded himself into you his huge cock sloshing lewdly in your slick, dragging against your gummy walls. “Almost there” he practically growled. “Mmffuuuuck!” Jinwoo peaked as he stretched you, traveling deeper than ever, bullying your womb.

“Fucking yes, Jinwoo!” you whimpered, completely blissed out... lying there letting him... just letting him have it. His dick traveled the entire length of your entrance, hitting your sweet spot with absolute precision.

As far as you were concerned, he could do whatever. He was satiating you, quenching you… you were completely his. His baby, his doll, his opening to do whatever the fuck he wanted to.

You reached up to clutch his forearms, trembling, caressing and feeling his veiny muscles as he strained while gripping you in all the different places. Tears dripped from your eyes as he pounded the life out of you. You were so wet, that the only thing you felt was absolute pleasure as his beautiful and enormous shaft slid deliciously in and out of your sopping heat again and again.

Jinwoo had finally reached his limit ... “I'm coming baby” he huffed, “... cum with daddy luv…”

Daddy?

“~Haaah FUCK!” you wailed as your core clenched for dear life around him. Your entire body spasmed, twitching as you edged. Your eyes rolled back as your head pressed against your plush pillows. Your breath completely emptied from your lungs as it passed your throat and you screamed his name.

You both released together, you, squirting all over his abs and dick, his hands locked on to your waist as spurts of hot cum spilled into your womb.

Jinwoo leaned over you, moaning, breathing heavily, sliding his fingers up through your sweat drenched hair and across your face as he showered you with kisses. He watched you admirably, lying there on your back huffing, as he relaxed his muscles. He reluctantly detached from you, both of you flinching from the sensitivity, just before he plopped down next to you.

You turned toward him, breathless, your hair falling over your face, your smile stretching as you gazed into his satisfied eyes. “That was fucking amazing. Don't ever keep that shit from me again.” You giggled.

He gazed back... chuckling as he basked in the afterglow. His breathing slowed as his broad shoulders turned toward you, his hand reaching over to cup your cheek as he leaned in to plant a kiss on your forehead, then your cheek, then your lips.

“I love you.” He said, punctuating it with his beautiful smile.

In this moment, yet again, his eyes turned from one color to the next, the blue light glowing softly as he whispered through the dark room with enthralling seduction, “... this ... is gonna be fun”.

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ishikawayukis · 1 year ago

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after two freaking long and busy months, I’m back to talk about OP✌🏽✨

el trauma fue grande la verdad JAJAJA todavía nada me ha hecho llorar como marineford, keyword todavía porque ay dios ya me veo JAJAJAJAJAJA

no literal, porque como básicamente ✨I’m binge-watching✨ hay momentos que yo digo “siento que hace unos cuantos arcos atrás mencionaron algo de esto” and it’s crazy bc when you connect those episodes (most of the time with the help of recaps too lol) you’re like “damn, Oda WAS cooking”

LITERAL YO ASÍ DE “ojalá Law me salvé a mi niño” Y MÁS QUE- ay no te vayas a reír de mí pero, la vida me dijo que me iba a volver loca y yo dije “pues voy a ver one piece para no volverme tan loca” y que ya estoy en Whole Cake Island😶‍🌫️ JAJAJAJJAAJJAJAJAJAJA BELLE I MIGHT HAVE A PROBLEM AND I MIGHT CRY IN THIS ARC TOO I CAN FEEL IT AJSJWJ- ✨en fin✨ después del mini susto al inicio de Punk Hazard, estoy tan feliz de que Law se haya aliado con Luffy y que ya básicamente sean amigos por siempre aunque finja negarlo🫶🏽🫶🏽🫶🏽 my favorite emo boy with emotional issues fr

I’m hoping that Mackenyu does come out with more merch for season 2 bc Chopper and Robin merch?? PLEASE I NEED THAT (hasta podría sacar merch para Ace, por favor Mackenyu las posibilidades son infinitas, mente visionaria okay? JAJAJA)

literally the more episodes I watch the more I feel like I could write an essay about the different friendship dynamics between them and why they are all so strong and special in their own way: Zoro diciéndole a Luffy que no pueden volver a perder en Punk Hazard, Luffy diciéndole a Franky sin dudar que él podía comerse la fruta de Ace y Brook admirando el buen corazón de Sanji en Zou- I can talk and cry about each dynamic and I won’t take any slander against them🔪🔪🔪

BELLE LOS POSTERS AAAAAAAA- cuando sacaron los nuevos posters y vi el de Sanji mi mente dijo “JUSTO LO QUE LE DIJE A BELLE” AND THEN I READ IT SAID ONLY ALIVE AND I WAS LIKE HOLY SH*T WAIT WHAT IS THIS????

I swear everything was so cruel, but at least after Fishman Island it started being more emotionally healing bc seeing how much they all improved?? me sentí tan orgullosa de ellos<3 (aunque me hayan empezado a blanquear a Robin, Zoro y Usopp😔💔) and Sanji was so silly that man almost died out of true joy JAJAJAJA y casi me mata al Chopper pero de estrés también😂😭 and then it all became sad and cruel again with Dressrosa🤡😭 pero ay no, yo sentí que fue más largo que Alabasta en serio por un momento dije “ya no más por favor” JAJAJAJAJAJA but at least we got Barto and some Corazon flashbacks 🥹🫶🏽

Hoy ya puedo ver esos edits de Ace con la canción y apreciarlos como debe de ser JAJAJAJAJAJA in fact, I’m glad I can see more memes and stuff bc I’m slowly reaching Wano but it’s also getting harder to not get spoiled so it kinda feels like a russian roulette when looking for memes/fanart 💀😭

under read more because i got a bit long too LMAO

no escupas al cielo q vas a terminar perdiendo AJJAJA no but i don't think anything made me cry as much as marine ford did tbh, i'm thinking about all the arcs post time skip and if anything i was just Stressed LMAO

LLEGASTE A WHOLE CAKEEEEEE omg i am no one to judge or say anything because i did watch it at an incredibly fast pace too LMAO and not to be sanji biased (but i am) but whole cake is literally one of my fave arcs, i suffered a lot with it but man it's just so good. literally the only arc where i can tell you the specific episodes that fucked me up LSKDHGL y laaaaaaaaw no te mentiré cuando lo vi en punk hazard siendo un maldito dije ay no me lo cambiaron de bando, pero era todo una mentira AJAJAJ su alianza es literal lo mejor :')

NO EXACTOOOOOO, ya sean sutiles o no todas las relaciones entre los strawhats son tan importantes y ahí tienes a estúpidos q sólo se fijan en quien es más fuerte like who caaaaaaaares!!! i'm gonna join you writting that essay because Man, i have so many thoughts

NO BUT THAT WAS MY REACTION WITH THE NEW ONES i saw sanji's and was like oh my god what a fucking loser i love him and then like wait... wait a Second what do you mean only alive is this gonna be addressed because what do you MEAN (it was you know it since you're in wc already LMAO)

ver a todos como mejoraron en fmi es demasiado bonito pq de verdad valieron los dos años lejos aunq hayan sido lo peor :') dressrosa is ridiculously long i think it's the arc that took me the longest because i was like please....... please Enough with the flashbacks we get it please let's just move ooooon. i think that part of that is that everything happens within one day so a minute is literally one episode and i was like what is this hunterxhunter?? but the introduction of barto and cora were honestly worth it (even if cora made me cry LMAO)

es tan difícil evitar los spoilers al final, ahora yo estoy entregada a spoilearme con el manga pq es casi inevitable con lo metida q estoy AJAJA

#asks #op anon #gonna answer the other one immediately o7

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cherryslyce · 2 years ago

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Second Son (VIII) | Regulus Black

Series Synopsis: Forbidden from contacting Harry over the summer, you opt to explore the eerie halls of Grimmauld Place where you stumble upon a lonely portrait of the House's second son.

— Chapter Synopsis: The beginning of sixth year proves to be quite eventful. Y/N manages a new nickname and solution for the Black brothers.

Part VII / Part IX / Series Masterlist

Pairing: Regulus Black x GN!Reader

Notes: HPB begins! I always find myself accidentally using gendering terms like miss/mistress/master so I have to be extra conscious about it when I'm editing.

Your sixth year at Hogwarts kicked off with a suspiciously smooth start. Rather, it was quite an unexpected beginning to the year with Professor Slughorn taking over Professor Snape’s post as the Potions teacher. It felt strange to no longer feel tense going into the Potions classroom, but you would be lying through your teeth by saying that the quality of instruction improved. Regretfully, it felt like the opposite.

Professor Slughorn had a penchant for talking in roundabout ways and digressing to the point of incomprehensibility–at least Snape was clear and short with his words (though you suspected that the tightness of his robe collars limited the amount of words he could speak everyday).

The shock of such changes barely had time to wean away before you were mind-boggled by another, rather larger, surprise. Harry, whose performance had always been teetering the edge between passable and dreadful in Potions, was suddenly topping the grades in your year for the class.

Improving was a great development (perhaps even expected, now that Snape was gone), but improving fast enough to overtake Hermione in the class was outright suspicious. You weren’t going to prod Harry, having already witnessed Hermione’s scathing looks towards the boy’s cauldron and Ron’s clueless pleas for help.

Besides, you would be a hypocrite to scrutinize the boy, having your own secrets that you held onto tightly. If it wasn’t corrupting your friend or interfering with his well being, you’d leave the issue be (even if you did suspect academic dishonesty).

However, your sentiment towards the subject seemed irrelevant at the moment as you grew increasingly irritated with the concoction in front of you.

‘Reg, how in Merlin’s name is Harry doing this? I swear that this thing in front of me resembles more of a sludge than a potion.’

‘Patience, little bird. Are you certain you followed the instructions exactly?’

‘If this is a jab about me being illiterate, I will obliterate you.’ Your thoughts had somehow managed to convey your frustration, coming out a bit snarky.

‘I’d bet my left arm on the likelihood of that never happening, but no, it wasn’t a tease. You will be fine, Slughorn is a lenient grader.’

Your shoulders sag in exhaustion at Regulus’ words, the aching between your shoulder blades intensifying with the action. Deciding to abandon the failed mixture, you slowly inch towards Harry, making a show of looking at his potion.

“I have to hand it to you, Harry. At this rate, you are definitely getting an O on your Potions N.E.W.T next year.” Your words are met with a wide grin, and his eyes briefly dart to his textbook, hand moving to shift it from your line of sight.

The subtlety of an ogre, this one.

Continuing to stir his potion, he hums appreciatively, “Thanks, but it’s really nothing. I’m just relieved that Professor Snape is teaching a different subject this year. I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to take Potions at the N.E.W.T level.”

“Ah, right, this class is a prerequisite for the Auror training program. Well, if only Professor Snape could see you now, he’d drop from shock, I’m sure.” You smile lightly at the thought, eyes gazing around Harry’s workbench.

An explosion sounds from behind the two of you, no doubt originating from Seamus’ table, but you both pay no mind to it. Slughorn rushes past you, no doubt making sure that Seamus hasn’t blown himself up, and it’s enough to have you trudging back to your boiling mixture.

No use in blowing up your own cauldron and having Slughorn fuss around.

In the time that you spent away from it, your potion managed to thin out a bit more and morph into a color that better resembled the correct shade. Honestly, you were just comparing yours to Harry’s and hoping for the best.

Watching the mixture swirl for a bit longer, you decide to occupy yourself by reaching out into the mind link.

‘Reggie.’

‘Hm?’

‘My potion is almost done and I’m bored.’

‘Oh? Are N.E.W.T-level classes not challenging enough for you, little bird?’

‘Merlin knows I’m suffering, I’m just adept at hiding my crippling anxiety over it all. Not all of us can be as impressive as you, Crowface.’ Your last remark is tinged with playfulness, and you duck your head down to hide the growing smile on your face. You’d have no chance of being invited to the famed Slug Club if Slughorn took you for a lunatic.

Regulus’ confusion rings through the mind link, and it takes him a few delayed pauses before his voice chimes out again, ‘Crowface? My nickname for you is actually pleasant, and this is what I get in return? It’s hardly fair.’

‘Think of it as less of an insult and more as a term of endearment. Crows are intelligent birds, and you’re pretty much the smartest person I know.’

If you could see the look on his face at the moment, you have no doubt it’d be a look of bewilderment, eyebrows drawn together and lips parted ever so slightly in a frown.

‘My very first nickname, and it makes me sound like a plague doctor.’ Regulus’ words come out mumbled, getting across his feelings of dismay without giving you the satisfaction of hearing him sulk.

Choosing to ignore the faint grumbling coming from him, you pour your potion into a vial, fairly satisfied that it almost mirrored Harry’s. It was passable enough in Slughorn’s eyes, and you can only imagine Snape’s offended sneer in your head at the mess that’s befallen the Potions curriculum.

After Slughorn praises Harry for his potion, leaving everyone to watch on in a mix of confusion and awe, you’re all swiftly dismissed. You could cry from relief as you leave the classroom, the fresh air cooling your lungs and relieving your migraine. Seriously, if you didn’t die from a potions accident by the end of the year, you’d surely suffocate to death from all the smoke in the class.

Stretching your arms over your head, you sense your friends catching up to you, a giddy Harry practically skipping beside you. Peeking over to him, your eyes can’t help but dart down to the book tucked against his side, bouncing on his hip with every step.

“Bloody hell, mate. Do you think I should owl Charlie for help?” Ron’s face is twisted in a grimace as he stares off into the distance in worry, no doubt imagining a back-up career plan.

Quirking an eyebrow, you turn to him with crossed arms, “Charlie? Why not Percy? Didn’t he get O’s on all of his N.E.W.T’s?”

You were quite impressed with your friends and the number of N.E.W.T-level subjects they were qualified to take, but nothing compared to the nightmare that was Percy Weasley as you remember Ron telling you that he took 12 N.E.W.T classes during his time at Hogwarts. The absolute headache he probably had for two years straight was shudder-inducing.

Ron shakes his head in dejection, gripping the strap of his bag, “No chance. He still hasn’t made up with Mum and the lot, and he’s too busy with his fancy new job.”

“Still? Helga, it’s been over a year now hasn’t it?” Your exclamation is met with a grim nod from the ginger, while Hermione hums at the news, seemingly unsurprised by the family’s continued rift.

“He sent you that letter last year though, didn’t he?” Harry’s words are meant to be comforting, but comes out with a bitter sniffle, the joy from his successful potion seeming to dampen.

“Oh? The letter where he told Ron that he should cut ties with you because you’re bad news and I’m the wrong sort and all that?” Your playful tone has Harry groaning, clearly realizing just how sore he still was over the older boy’s words. Honestly, you could care less about Percy's opinions, not feeling the need to impress someone who was chumming up to Fudge and his circle.

Shooting Harry a quick amused smile, you wave quickly to the trio as you all part ways: Hermione heading to Charms, Ron to Transfiguration, and Harry to Defense.

‘Off to Runes now, little bird?’

Patting your pocket, your chest grows warm and you don’t attempt to suppress the smile that flowers over your face as you hear Regulus’ voice.

‘Sure am. Afterwards, I’m heading to the library to try and read up more about soul hexes. Kreacher did a great job in picking out a selection.’ Over the summer, you were able to get through nine hefty books, and it only took countless all-nighters and daily pleads to Merlin to end your suffering.

You brought the last few books you had left to read with you to Hogwarts, and you were absolutely resolute on spending any available second you had on researching. None of the books you got through so far had any hexes that caused familiar symptoms, though you did end up finding some rather horrifying mutilation spells and diagrams of which body parts were useful for sacrifices.

Fascinating information, really. You now knew you could use a severed foot to cast blood curses.

Despite how morbidly engrossing your research turned out to be, you were itching to quickly figure out a solution. There was no doubt that prolonging Sirius’ curse would only bring severe consequences, and the Order needed him–Harry needed him, especially with Voldemort’s forces creeping in.

As if Mother Magic was smiling down on you, your work came to fruition not even a week later. More precisely, it was exactly 3 days later when the answer slapped you in the face with a turn of a page.

It was nearing curfew and you were sitting in an abandoned corner of the library, your stack of books glamoured to look like Runes textbooks. You had left Regulus back in your dorm, and you were definitely feeling his absence as your reading droned on. As you were progressing through a particularly worn book, one of the curses had you jolting up in your seat.

Anima Involutus

A soul curse which allows the caster to chain down the soul and magic of their victims through transmutation of hatred and anger. This curse may only be casted by a caster with a depraved soul or by a high-tier dark mage. The effects of the curse on the caster range from madness, seizures, paranoia, and death.

Victims of the curse experience violent constrictions of muscles, effectively stopping the heart temporarily while their soul begins to become entangled by the chains of the caster’s malice. The victim will enter into a comatose state until the caster’s hatred grows strong enough to snuff out the chained soul, effectively rendering the victim into a shell of who they used to be.

Protections: It is recommended that high-tier dark mages put in place charms of protection to mitigate potential side effects–

You highly doubted that Bellatrix was a high-tier dark mage, much less that she actually had the sense to put in place protections for herself. The witch was mad, so she probably couldn’t even feel the effects of the curse.

Running your finger further down the page, your attention is grabbed by an elaborate explanation on how to reverse the curse.

In order to lift the curse, the caster must intentionally retract the chains– yeah, that’s unlikely– or a ritual must be performed.

The ritual must be performed in the presence of a wizard or witch of greater magical power than the caster. The ritual circle may be composed of any healing and reversal runes, however, complex runes will be higher in effectivity.

Deciding to cut your reading short, you shoot up from your chair, sloppily beginning to shove your belongings into your bag. You needed to get this information to Dumbledore as soon as possible, anxiety filling your nerves at the thought of Sirius’ soul being snuffed out.

Practically bolting out of the library, you nearly miss the blank look being shot at you by Draco, his frame towering over a nearby table. Harry had confided in you about his worries over the Malfoy heir, growing suspicious that the platinum blonde was now sporting the death eater insignia.

But why was he watching you of all people? You just hoped he wasn’t actually a junior death eater, he was still a minor after all.

You didn’t want to dwell on it, feeling pity bloom in the pit of your stomach. Draco had constantly sent jibes at your friend group over the years, but he was a product of his upbringing and you had a feeling he was capable of change. In a way, you saw Regulus in him.

Slowing down in your tracks, you look over your shoulder at the boy, sending him a hesitant nod, and what you hoped was a reassuring smile. He looks surprised by your cordiality, but the expression disappears just as quickly as it appeared, and he turns on his heel sharply.

Sighing and trying to move on from the strange interaction, you continue to make your way to Dumbledore’s office, speeding around the people milling around the corridors.

As you quickly pace up the stairs to Dumbledore’s office, you reach out to your mind link with Regulus, ‘Crowface, I figured it out. It’s some soul curse that binds the victim’s soul.’

You feel Regulus’ magic briefly entangle around yours as he reaches into the mind link almost immediately, ‘Will he be okay?’

‘I think so, I’m heading to Dumbledore right now so he can perform the ritual to reverse it.’

‘Thank you, little bird. I’m glad…’

You wait for him to finish his words, but he falls into silence, so you decide not to push him, letting him figure out his own thoughts. Redirecting your focus to the objective, you catch your breath as you reach the gargoyle guarding Dumbledore’s office.

“Pepper Imps.”

You didn’t question the strange password, just grateful that Dumbledore was keeping you updated with his passwords in case you made a breakthrough. Though, for future reference, his pattern of having sweets as a password would help you immensely if you ever wanted to break into his office.

The gargoyle turns 90 degrees to the side and the adjacent wall rumbles before partially retracting to reveal another staircase. Quickly springing up the stairs, you’re soon met with the sight of a pacing Dumbledore, an exhausted Remus sitting just ways off from the restless headmaster.

“Headmaster, Professor Lupin!” Both men snap their heads in your direction at your intrusion, quickly straightening up.

“Y/N, I’m hardly your professor anymore, just call me Remus.” You smile softly at the tired man, appreciating his uncanny ability to make any situation comfortable.

“No can do, sir. But, I come bearing good news. After many hours of research, I managed to figure out the curse that Sirius was afflicted with. It’s reversible, but you need to perform the ritual, headmaster, or at least, you need to witness it.” As you quickly explain the situation to them, you dig around in your bag for the book, quickly flipping through the pages and practically shoving the information into their faces.

When both men are finished reading, they share an approving glance before facing your anticipating figure.

“Well done. We will need to get started right away. Remus, why don’t you take Y/N with you and have the floor secured. I will deliver the news to Harry and join you right away.” Dumbledore barely gets his words out before his body is moving towards the exit.

Startled at the news, you step towards the fleeing Headmaster, “Wait, sir. What do you mean? I don’t believe I’ll be of much help.”

Dumbledore twirls around and flashes a congenial smile, his eyes twinkling like they always did when he seemed to be reveling in a particular good thought, “On the contrary, you are the key to the success of this ritual. Now, no need to worry about curfew, I will personally escort you to your dorms later.”

Without another word, Dumbledore is practically flying down the stairs, leaving you to bask in confusion with Remus. Looking at the man, you find that he is already looking at you with a proud glint in his eyes.

“He’ll be okay.” Your words are more to reassure yourself than anything, but Remus seems to agree, putting a firm hand on your shoulder and squeezing softly.

“Yes, nothing has ever stopped Sirius, he’s always been stubborn like that.”

The older man’s words have you grinning briefly, before you’re occupied by thoughts of what’s to come.

The events that unfold in the following hour are hard to recall, your brain defaulting to autopilot, the world seemingly pushed back in a glassy blur. You do remember making your way out of the floo network, joined by a hopeful Dumbledore only minutes later.

As the two men crowd around the book to read through the ritual in detail, you are instructed to begin drawing up the rune circle as a few healers prepare Sirius for the process. At first, you’re unsure about why you were given such an important task, but Remus’ reply shuts you up immediately, “Professor Babbling sings your praises, I don’t doubt you will finish with the highest Runes marks in Hogwarts history.”

The flattery was exaggerated, but it doesn’t stop you from wanting to preen a little, even accidentally sending a pleased pulse of magic into your mental link with Regulus. Luckily, the boy knows better than to try and reach out to you amidst your concentration.

As you finish off the last few runes, you sit back on your heels to admire your work. The intricate markings were splayed in a neat, wide circle in the middle of the room, the lines of each rune character seeming to swim and dance in your vision. Magic was amazing–either that or you were getting sleepy.

Remus and Dumbledore step onto opposite sides of the circle, a healer levitating a pale, clammy Sirius into the middle. Looking up at the men for guidance, Dumbledore gestures for you to stand in between them, near Sirius’ head.

“Okay, Y/N, we just need your help with the rudimentary aspects. The incantation is liberabo animam, the movement is a small ‘S’ shape.” Remus’ words come out soft, and he doesn’t look at you all the while, his eyes locked on his unconscious friend.

Nodding quickly, you pull out your wand and steady yourself, practicing the movement once before signaling that you were ready. Confidently casting the spell, you have little time to ponder if you were successful before you’re overwhelmed by Remus’ magic.

His magic was unlike yours and Regulus’--where you were cold, Regulus warm– Remus’ magic was like a blooming petrichor in the lungs. The blanket of magic surrounding your body shed away as Remus continued to perform the ritual, a sudden chill entangling itself with the magic you felt before.

It felt like your magic.

But it wasn’t.

Where yours was like an ocean breeze, this magic was like the first touch of winter.

This second coat of magic…was this Sirius’ magic?

With wide eyes, you watch as the rune circle beats rhythmically and glows. Sirius’ muscles begin to twitch sporadically and you dart your gaze to Dumbledore worriedly, but he seems nonchalant so you bite down your concern.

The man was taking his role of being a witness too literally–seriously, he looked like he could go for a butterbeer.

Moments pass and everything is ripped away at once–the magic, the glow, Remus’ voice–it goes completely silent. Your heart skips in anxiousness as you watch Sirius’ unmoving body in anticipation.

Suddenly, a groan resonates around the room.

“Urgh…wha’ hap’en’m” Sirius’ voice comes out scratchy, and he’s slurring his words to an almost incomprehensible degree, but you laugh in relief at the noise.

Suddenly feeling weak in the knees, you drop down and make eye contact with Sirius, who’s managed to tear his eyes open and was currently gazing up at you tiredly. Clearly his throat furiously, a low silence ensues before he grins, seeming to collect himself.

“Hey, kid. You look like shit.”

Rolling your eyes at the man, you barely have the energy to reply, “The pot calling the kettle black.”

Sirius chuckles at your words before quipping back, “Last I checked, I’m Lord Black, so the pot calling the Black a kettle.”

Glad to see he was still the same.

“Remus, did the book say anything about possible brain damage?” Your words send Sirius into a fit of laughter and you’re worried for a second that he’s going to cough up a lung.

Remus shoots you an amused look before he’s hauling his friend up in a tight hug. Smiling at the scene, you only tear your gaze away when you feel a hand fall onto your shoulder. Looking up, you see Dumbledore smiling at you, gesturing to the exit with a tilt of his head.

Time to head back then.

Standing up on shaky legs, you pocket your wand and say your goodbyes to the men, promising to come visit with Harry sometime soon. As soon as you’re out of the room, you excitedly tap into your mind link with Regulus.

‘It worked, Reg. He’s okay.’

‘That’s fantastic…I’m glad. How are you holding up? Are you okay?’ Ever the worrywart.

‘I’ll be fine, just a bit tired. Don’t worry about me, Crowface.’

‘Hard not to, you always seem to find yourself in the face of danger.’ You swear you could hear a sigh coming from him, and you fight off the grin threatening to appear on your face.

‘Just the perks of being friends with the Boy Who Lived’ Smiling lightly, you hear Reggie huff at the reminder, still caught up on the fact that you were probably sitting snuggly at Number Two of Voldemort’s hit list.

“I presume something good happened?” Dumbledore’s voice has you pulling away from the link, staring at the man who regarded you happily. His eyes seemed to cut through you like a laser and your skin prickled at the intensity of them, carefully tearing your gaze away.

You just hoped he wouldn’t push you to divulge about your Crow over tea and biscuits.

Nodding at the question, you quickly turn to face the floo network, stepping inside as you answer, “I guess you could say that. See you in a moment, sir.”

You grin widely and throw down the powder, enunciating your words carefully so as to not land somewhere unsavory (Harry’s cautionary tale of ending up diagonally instead of in Diagon Alley never quite leaving your head).

As you feel yourself being tugged away, you hear Dumbledore laugh good heartedly, and the sound echoes around you as you are hauled back to Hogwarts.

Merlin, you were going to sleep like a log tonight.

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random-genshin-things · 3 years ago

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Savior (Childe x Medic Reader) Ch 11

Link to Ch 10

Link to Ch 1

It had been days since you parted with Anya in Liyue Harbor. You hoped she had a safe trip back through Port Ormos. It would take a few days for her to travel from the port to the capital. Still, knowing it would take time for her to return to Sumeru City didn't help with your restlessness. You wanted to petition the Akademiya for your extended stay in Liyue as soon as possible. The quicker that was handled the quicker your anxieties could be put to rest. And the sooner you could properly get back to your papers. You had been writing about the advancement in medicine in Liyue and possible applications of Liyue's herbs to medicine in Sumeru to improve their potency. Sending the first draft with Anya, you had hoped it would convince the Akademiya to allow your extension, but now you were left with only your notes. It was difficult to make edits to a paper that you didn't have.

Tartaglia was busy this morning but he'd promised to find you once he was finished. Having little to do with no word from Anya or the Akademiya, you decided to walk along the port in Liyue Harbor. You loved looking out on the vast expanse of ocean. It almost reminded you of the views from Port Ormos, minus the rainforest plants. Monika loved spending time there to celebrate finishing a paper and would subsequently drag you and Jean-Pierre with her. The three of you had spent many a weekend in Port Ormos relaxing in a tavern or enjoying the laid back atmosphere. You never quite understood why Monika felt a perpetual need to always leave Sumeru City to celebrate, but you had a feeling Port Ormos became the spot of choice since the Akademiya had less sway and control there. Looking out over the waves and reminiscing made you feel connected to your friends even if they were so far away.

Over the past few days you thought about them more and more than you had during the months prior, because in the back of your mind you knew they would be furious when they found out why you were still in Liyue. You had considered writing to them but you knew it would do little to soften the blow. Maybe if they met Tartaglia he could charm them as he had you and Anya. Now that was just wishful thinking. You doubt he'd be able to so much as utter his name before Monika would come in swinging with accusations. She probably wouldn't even give him time to speak to defend himself before throwing her arm around you and dragging you away. Monika was always hot-headed. You just hoped you'd be able to eventually convince her. Eventually. As you walk along the docks, ships pulling up and unloading, you let your minds wander. Until you heard a voice calling your name.

"Y/N!"

That couldn't be right... that was Jean-Pierre's voice.... You turned to look behind you and to your amazement, and possible horror, there he was waving his hand and practically running towards you. This could be bad. This could be very bad. Had Jean-Pierre run into Anya? Did he know that you'd chosen to stay? What was going to happen when he met Tartaglia?

Oh Archons, he was going to meet Tartaglia.

You froze feeling as if your entire body had been doused in ice water as Jean-Pierre continued to close in with fast paced steps.

"Y/N. It's good to see you." Jean-Pierre moved in for a hug but you stopped him with a quick question.

"Jean-Pierre, what brings you to Liyue?" You kept him at arm's length as you asked. Jean-Pierre's classic smile faltered slightly but he quickly recovered.

"I came here to bring you home." He sounded so sure as if there was no question about why he would be here. Your timid smile slowly dropped.

"O-Oh well... I'm planning to stay here for a while- to continue my research! You've heard of Bubu Pharmacy-" You tried to explain but Jean-Pierre cut you off.

"I already know... about him." The vitriol in his voice has taken you back a bit.

Oh Archons no. You let out a deep breath through your nose.

"So... you spoke with Anya..." You ventured cautiously. You knew how Jean-Pierre felt about the Fatui and you had to tread carefully. Jean-Pierre steeled himself before responding.

"You stayed for a Fatui Harbinger." His tone alone told you that he was barely keeping himself together. Yeah this was very bad.

"I know that sounds bad but he's really not a bad person-" As you tried to reason with Jean-Pierre and explain yourself, he cut you off with a condescending smile.

"Oh Y/N. I know how deeply you care about your patients and you're so trusting. It's honorable really. But (N/N) you don't actually know this man. He could just be using you. And you're trusting him because he used to be your patient. Just come home with me. Everything will be okay." His words were sickly sweet as he spoke to you like you were a child.

Your stomach was twisting into knots and you felt like you were swallowing iron.

Had Jean-Pierre always thought like this?

Has he always been this condescending?

It wasn't just his tone the shocked you but the words and expressions he wore as he practically belittled you without even listening to what you had to say.

"Pierre... I'm... serious about this." You tried yet again to reason with him hoping against all odds that this was a fluke in his behaviour.

"And I'm serious about taking you home." Jean-Pierre reached out to brush your hair as he spoke and you almost flinched.

Jean-Pierre's hand stopped just short of your face and it took you a moment to realise that someone else's hand was holding Jean-Pierre's wrist. Your eyes followed the black gloved hand to the black cuff lining of a grey jacket.

"Hey there."

Light bounced off the ruby red earring he wore as he turned his head, fixing his gaze on the man whose wrist was in his hold.

"And who might you be?"

Tartaglia's tone was teasing but the look in his eyes was sharpened like a blade. Jean-Pierre stood straight as a pin before coming back to his senses and ripping his hand out of Tartaglia's grip. As the two men silently began sizing each other up, you knew you needed to step in.

"Um Childe, this is Jean-Pierre. He's one of my fellow researchers. He was part of the expedition to Dragonspine. And Pierre, this is Childe. He's the Snezhnayan man I found in the avalanche." You introduced the two men but it did nothing to lessen the tension between them.

Tartaglia was the first to speak after your introduction. "I'm Tartaglia the Eleventh Harbinger of-"

"I know who you are." Jean-Pierre's harsh tone and words cut through Tartaglia's attempted introduction and shot down any attempt at goodwill between the two of them.

"I don't know how you've managed to manipulate Y/N to stay with you or swindled her into trusting you but that ends now. I'm taking her back with me." What had been left of Tartaglia's smile disappeared immediately and he slowly crossed his arms as Jean-Pierre spoke.

"It seems we don't quite see eye to eye on this matter. I have not manipulated Y/N nor have I forced her to stay here in Liyue. Personally, I think it should be her decision to stay or leave, not yours." Tartaglia's tone was light but it was clearly a challenge.

Tartaglia's blue irises were cold as ice as he stared down Jean-Pierre. They were the eyes of a warrior. Any sane man would tremble and apologize for his offense. Except Jean-Pierre, while slightly intimidated, would not back down. In his mind, it was up to him to save the woman he loved from the evil man who stood before him. At the sound of your voice, both men turned to face you.

"Pierre, please try to calm down. I'm not being manipulated. I chose to stay here with Childe... I love him." Your eyes darted to Tartaglia's as you spoke. As your gaze met, his eyes softened and a small genuine smile crept onto his face.

However, you both missed how Jean-Pierre's eyes grew wide and his lips pursed.

How could you possibly be in love with this man?

You'd just met him. He was a Fatui Harbinger! Jean-Pierre had known you for much longer. He was also a good man and clearly a much better choice. But you had chosen this... monster. There had to be a way to bring you to your senses. Jean-Pierre would find a way. Soon you'd see that this man was a heartless monster and then Jean-Pierre would be there to comfort you. All he needed was a plan.

Tartaglia quickly moved to your side, intertwining his fingers with yours and turning back to look at Jean-Pierre.

"Well you've heard Y/N. Now we must be going. We have dinner reservations." Tartaglia smiled and waved mockingly at Jean-Pierre.

"See you later comrade." With that final jab from Tartaglia, the two of you left Jean-Pierre behind to ruminate.

He would find a way to get through to you; to show you that this man was undeniably evil. With that thought, Jean-Pierre flipped through the notes and statements he'd gathered for his trip. Prior to leaving Sumeru, Jean-Pierre has used the Akasha to gather basic information on the Harbingers, slowly narrowing down which one his love had met. He already knew it was Tartaglia by the time he boarded the ship in Port Ormos. Asking around some of the Snezhnayan students and even fatui soldiers he'd come across had only solidified his analysis. As Jean-Pierre flipped through his notes, a single line caught his eye.

"The Eleventh Harbinger has a penchant for battle and will never back down from a fight, even if it means certain death."

This was it. You were always kind and caring, valuing human life above all else.

How could you ever love a man who threatened the life of your dear friends?

Jean-Pierre let a smirk tug at the corner of his lips as the cogs in his brain turned formulating his plan. Tartaglia was a danger unto himself and others. All Jean-Pierre had to do was highlight that to you. Snapping his notebook shut, Jean-Pierre looked off in the distance where you had disappeared hand in hand with that vile man.

"Enjoy your dinner Harbinger. For today will be the last day that Y/N ever looks up to the likes of you."

Link to Ch 12

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madewithspice · 3 years ago

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Hi,saw how you were doing matchups, may I request for AoT and KNY if they’re still open?

name is Ethan, he/him pronouns, ENTP 7w8(MBTI and enneagram), bi but have a stronger preference for women

Likes: include watching anime, researching on anything making me curious, working on a few hobbies like photo editing,writing and drawing, but I would love to find more in the future, also into self improvement a lot. I also love travelling to different places and unique experiences

Dislikes: probably something that restricts my freedom too much, very hot weather, failing at something, people who are rude in general(not in the playful sense I’m down for that but like always insulting and not knowing when it gets too far)

Add info: 5’ 6”, Asian with Chinese descent,ambiverted but more introverted,love languages I can accommodate anyone but for me receiving it would be quality time and physical touch, i have 0 relationship experience so yeah I’ll probably be a bit shy in it 🙃

That should be all, hope you’re doing good and take care!!

Hello, yes thank you for requesting and for waiting patiently for my slow arse. You take care too :)

For AOT I match you with Sasha Braus

I hope you meant it when you said you like receiving physical touch because this woman will pounce on you, cling to your arms/legs and just generally be an accessory for you. Sasha loves how soft you feel and how you smell. She’s the type of gf just to take huge sniffs of you while hugging you. She likes to hold your hand but she’ll walk more in front rather than besides you, just so she can drag you when she sees something exciting.

As known world wide, Asian food just hits different 🤤 and who better to gorge on Asian food with than the foodie herself. Whatever you make or get, she’ll gladly eat it. But just because she’s a glutton doesn’t not mean she doesn’t makes sure you eat too. She’ll message daily asking if you’ve eaten and God help you if you say no. She’ll rush over with food and feed you whether you want her to or not.

She especially loves how shy you get. It’s one of her favourite things about you. The way you can’t hold eye contact with her for too long and the brushing mess written all over your face. Connie and Jean will endlessly tease you over it until Sasha asks where their s/o is which promptly shuts them up.

For KNY I match you with Tanjiro Kamado

You meet Tanjiro whilst he’s on a journey and you’re taking some pictures of a pretty sunset. He asks to see and you comply, beginning a new friendship for the both of you. The next time you two meet he invites you along to a secret location where “the best pictures of a beautiful view can be taken”. While showing each other your photographs of the view, you notice a few of you. “ I did say a beautiful view” I canon Tanjiro as a smooth mf

Tanjiro is a respectable gentleman and will take things so slowly just to make sure you’re comfortable. He’ll ask before holding your hand, before hugging you, before anything. He’ll always let you pick the dates or the food order. Basically, he’s a no.1 simp.

He will definitely tease you but not too much. He loves watching you get passionate over your hobbies and works. He’ll proudly show off your art to anyone that will look in his direction and now you have a whiny Zenitsu following you two around, stating it’s not fair that he’s alone and you two have each other. That is until he sees Nezuko and chases after her.

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generous1ty · 4 years ago

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AHHHHHHH!!! I JUST SAW YOUR HEADCANONS OF NAGITO BEING A PHOTOGRAPHER AND IM DBSJHSEH-

Nagito is just so cute and you write him perfectly! I always thought that he’d take pictures of his S/O like the whole time but mostly degrade himself for it but NDVSJDH 💖

Also to your last previous response yes, it was evening I FORGOT DJDGJD- and I understand that you’re impatient with your drafts, but just let me know whenever you need help!! :)

I was thinking about Nagito being a professor now and meeting his S/O, while dreaming about Hajime taking his S/O on a motorcycle at night although it’s not real SJSGJSSH-

BAJSHBAJB I EDITED IT A BIT BECAUSE I FORGOT TO PUT SOMETHING IN THERE

AAA thank you!!! i’m glad you think i write him well! Nagito’s character is very complex, so i always feel like i don’t do him enough justice bdknds- although, yes, his self-degradation rants do happen, he’s improving slowly. :)

also thank you for the offer!! i’ll be sure to keep that in mind.

as for your ideas...

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Literature Teacher Nagito?? BIKER Hajime????

genre: fluff/misc. warnings: suggestive topics, kind of self-deprecating humor(??), mild swearing, gene dying throughout the whole post because what these are so cute

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Nagito as a Literature teacher,,,

loud, stern, harsh yet very kind + caring. the iconic literature teacher that lgbtqia+ kids are naturally drawn to/get along with. that teacher practically everyone has a crush on at least once in high school. absolute icon.

“you’ve gotta get your assignments in, kid. i don’t know what’ll help you or what’s going on, but right now you’ve got a few things missing and we can’t have your grade falling more than it already has,”

HE USES HUMOR AS A WAY TO SELF-DEGRADE HIMSELF i have no idea if that made sense but it’s like um

“now, understand that Francis left her hometown pretty quickly-- just like my first girlfriend. if we put that into context with the events happening in the story now-”

AND I’M BAWLING HE CAN’T BE LIKE THAT

he’s so,, so helpful. you need help? oh, yeah! he’s always open to help you!

just so,,, passionate. he’s so invested in his job and you can see it it’s literally so cute

he can’t deal with middle school kids. he’s either a high school teacher(preferably 10th and up) or a college professor, there is nothing more or less than that

what teacher are you??? it doesn’t matter, he falls in love with you anyway. you listen to his rants about books, you actually read the books he suggested to you?? like “wow this person is so,, amazing wow”

he usually suggests mystery and dystopian books to you, as those are some of the genres that have peaked his interest the most. he knows books of all genres though, so if you ask for a suggestion? he’s got one for you!!

HIS FLIRTING IS SUGGESTING YOU ROMANCE BOOKS and maybe books with some,,, rated X scenes if you catch my drift BAHAHAH

AND HE ALSO leaves little sticky notes in the books to like,, peak your interest in the book again if you’re easily distracted/lose interest easily. they’re just small messages like “i really enjoyed this arc! i hope you do as well. :)” and “you’re almost there!! good job!”

gets you coffee with the books you borrow from him, maybe a pastry if he’s got enough money

please like him he’s doing his best

BIKER Hajime???

BIKER HAJIME ABSKJD

he,,, so fancy,,,, aggressive/distant attitude fits so well with this role and i am LIVING for it

he’s like,,, the big brother of the gang he’s in. very attentive, knows what everyone likes and dislikes, very protective of everybody,,,,

and holy shit is he intimidating but it’s so h o t.

he’s that tall, intimidating boyfriend that scares away all the gross people away from you(especially if he’s jealous).

so,,, so protective,, it can get overwhelming at times, and you have to remind him because he literally doesn’t know that for normal people, being that protective isn’t-- well,,, normal.

has probably been through a lot through the years with the gang, and he’s scared of opening up.

the last time he did that the dude who had disguised himself as a new member had beat him up because he was apart of the rival biker gang, and practically started a war between he two bunches of bikers.

he’s learned to hide and cope with his emotions through excessive violence and aggressive actions-- please show this man how to cope better

i feel like,,, he’d love music. there’s no reason for it(and it’s not that normal Hajime doesn’t enjoy music), it’s just that.. it calms him down. it makes him think in the moment and not “what’ll happen in the future” or “what happened in the past”. it really grounds him; makes him feel... safe.

as for the actual bikes YES HE DRIVES YOU AROUND ON HIS MOTORCYCLE AROUND MIDNIGHT WITH HIS PHONE ON FULL BLAST PLAYING REALLY CALMING MUSIC IN THE BACKGROUND yes he does

takes you anywhere you want!! literally

he has this once place where you can see the city, sky, and moon so clearly...it’s breathtaking. it’s a tall cliff on the outskirts of town, about a 30 minute drive without any traffic.

it’s his secret place. somewhere he goes to rant to no one and let all his worries free.

he’s still super stupid awkward though-- he still can’t flirt or make any smooth moves unless he’s occupied with something else. like:

he’ll pull you closer to him, glaring at the person trying to hit on you, “don’t touch them. they’re mine.” and things like that

HE’S SO ATTRACTIVE IN BIKER ATTIRE AAAAAA

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muggycuphead · 3 years ago

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weird flex but ok i guess pt.4

War… Hold up, do we really need a warning for this one? Dunno, but however, watch out for slightly disturbing and kinda…disgusting imagery, trypophobic patterns, as well as ‘necrotic’ designs I made while having funky fever bc o h m y g o d do I get a little crazier every new quarantine day (and at this point it’s coming to be an usual thing for me, big sad). However, most are made no other than for the sole sake of satire, so y’know, no need to get your underwear in a twist

Friday Night Funkin’ BoyFriend’s Hood – AU fanconcept sketches [IV]

EDIT 25/10/2023: Updated the traditional drawing with a rescanned, more clean version

1.-BoyFriend’s in-game sprite concept (Hood clothing)

Beep bop beep beep bop, bap skidoo bep

I like this boy, his voice, his look, I stan must protecc

Reenacted the sprite without tracing it, edited it a little, and amazingly, managed not to make it look like trash

I’m proud of myself for that

Also, remember what I said in the first dump about the bite’s placing? Well, now it’s fixed here

Kinda sad about his shoes getting ruined though, F

2.-GirlFriend’s in-game sprite concept (Hood clothing)

You can guess I had fun making her by how (to put it somehow) ‘layer-loaded’ her clothing is

Anyhow, just so you know, her necklace is made out of gold

Not a really shiny kind of gold (cuz y’know, some of the undead –specially freakysteins- don’t like bright colors that resemble fire when they’re lacking on self-control), but it’s shiny enough to keep them settle

Though I should have though it better about w h e r e to place that golden accessory

I don’t think she would really care about it though (unlessitturnsintoastillstarethennosiridlikeyoutostoptyvm)

3.-Mendel’s in-game sprite concept

[Cutscene-styled scripts for storytell transition / character development sake –andbcwhynot-]

Scenario: BF’s hospital room, with GF, Mendel and his nurse in it. BF’s now recovered from his injury, and is about to be discharged.

Dr. Mendel

Well, it’s been almost a week now, and your condition has improved a lot.

Even if I’m aware this kind of injuries doesn’t take long to be assimilated, I’m quite amazed, to say the most.

GirlFriend

I think I know why he must have recovered so fast…

…Or should I say, we?

BF chuckles and nods to GF

Dr. Mendel

However ways it had to be, it’s aside the table now.

Point here is, your health is stable again, and therefore, you’re up to get discharged from here

BoyFriend

Excited. Beep? Boop!

(*Really? Cool!)

GirlFriend

Le happy face. Yay, finally~

Dr. Mendel

Woah there, you two

GirlFriend // BoyFriend

…?

Dr. Mendel

I understand you’re all for leaving this place. (unfinished)

oKAY Bois NOW we talking about stuff

FNF Static Memories guys where u at

Yes the smiling face is his losing icon

In fact, aside from Mendel, most of the undead show a glad expression when you beat them

I can’t blame them considering the circumstances he’s doing so –BF’s condition seeming to be better (Mendel) / slowly-but-surely fixing the power outage problem on the hood’s places he goes to-

And looky, I even made him a custom design for the ‘GO!’ title card

How cute (?)

…Actually, he’s also kinda cute

Don’t approve that much the fact he does the smoek though

(yeahesamaryjanestuntoowhaddyagonnadoaboutit-)

4.-Grawlbert’s in-game sprite concept

(…)

Similar case with Mendel, but this time it’s more zombie-related

…and funny enough, that custom card would appear every time BF faces an undead oops-

Even the mic is customized now lmao

No sprites extras this time tho, sad cri :^(

5.-Grave-nan in-game sprite concept

(…)

Everything cool till you take a peek at the icons, specially the one where he’s losing…

Get weird with it, my inner demon said

It’ll be fun, it said

I regret it

…a little

But I still kinda regret it

thoughconsideringbfiscanonicallygaythensobeitiguess-

6.-BF’s icon, but the sickness is getting to him a little harder

Okay now I’m worried

Like, you doing ok there pal? Ya need a drink or anything?

7.-BF’s modified mic

About to get serious, I see?

Again, this was made before I changed my mind about the crack in the mic and stuff, but it doesn’t take away the original intent for this

How does this work exactly? I’ll explain it short:

There’s no light in the hood, so BF has to keep his mic on somehow when he brings it with him outside his old house (or apartment, not really sure about it yet)

Boyfriend is basically the battery of it, since his own energy gets transferred to the mic and then turned into pure electricity (not exactly sure how that’s possible in concrete sense but eh-)

However, here’s what’s funny: Turns out the outage is actually due to a spell that made the electric zones malfunction, and the way to get them work fine again is through intense and well-timed frequencies…aka rapping

Yup, they ‘reload’ the same way his modified mic does, but only if they’re directly connected to it, and if he’s in a crucial zone near the power core, specifically where the bosses I’ve just thought out previously are at

…I basically resumed half the storyline here as a whole (or at least that’s mostly what it is supposed to be), nice move there Phids you magnificient rascal

Though, I needed to correct myself on the mechanics over there, cuz let’s be real, how do u get electroshocked when power is basically 0%??? It doesn’t make any sense

8.-Medicine

Can kill the zombie bacteria if you’re bitten by one…but can’t do anything when you’re in the Graveyard

thenwhatsthepointinusingitatall--

9.-Mendel’s microphone

ANOTHER CUSTOM MIC WOOOOOOOOO

Don’t judge me, I like making those, it’s really fun

#friday night funkin'#fnfau #bfsh #alt universe #alternative timeline #alternate universe #au #at #aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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boys-from-santacarla · 4 years ago

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can I request a David X Michael smut? if you're not comfortable then I totally understand :)

Notes: Ok, so first off: thank you so much for your request🤍. Second: this is my very first time writing a one shot about these boys, so I came up with this because I'm sure David's kink is to watch Michael hunt, so I tried my best. I don't know if this is what you were expecting, but I really really hope you like it 🤞🏻❤️. I accept feedback, writing advices, constructive criticism 😂, and more comments you want to let me know! I'm sorry you had to wait so much, btw, but I'm new on editing long posts on Tumblr.

Word Count: 1461

Warnings: NSFW, cursing, mentions of murder, mentions of blood, blowjob, handjobs, and basically just gay vampires.

Fast Learner (David x Michael)

They were on their way back to the cave. It had been four months since his turning, so by now the things coming with being a vampire were already accepted by Michael. But the midnight killings were still hard to get used to.

"You were good tonight, Michael." David commented interrupting his moral dilemma and sliding his arm over his shoulders. He tried to smile kindly and accepted the embrace.

"He says that 'cause he wants to get in your pants!" Paul joked from behind.

Everyone laughed and David gave him the finger, only increasing the laughs from the others.

"But he's right, Mike." Dwayne's deep voice added "You were better this time." Michael only nodded.

They quickly walked down the stairs and everyone went separate ways to get ready to catch some rest. Mike had some plans to get clean and prepare to get back home, but before he could totally get away from David's grasp, the blonde applied more force to keep him in place.

"Where you think you're going?" He asked amused.

"The sun's getting out and I still need to go home." He reminded him in an obvious tone. It was hard to maintain his normal life and keep up with his nocturnal schedule.

David's eyebrows raised up "Don't you think you'll need to look more... Normal?" He said grinning referring to his blood-soaked clothes. "Mom Emerson never told you to get clean after going out to play?" He laughed a little.

Mike decided to play clown too "So that's the only reason I'll need to delay my fly back? Get decent to go out?" He snapped back and bit his lip watching the other's mouth. David's eyes sparkled in delight. Straight to the point was his thing. So It didn't took more than three seconds to place Michael between his cold body and the wall with his hungry lips ravishing him.

He kept his fists on Michael's shirt, grinding his hips against the other boy to give his cock some needed friction.

"You really did good out there tonight. Making those pricks scream..." He whispered, lightly brushing the other's lips with his words. He stucked his tongue out and marked a wet path from jaw to cheekbone, then made a trail to the lobe and bit it. "Gave me a memorable show". He would never admit it out loud, but seeing Michael participate so vividly in their huntings always turned him on.

"I think I've learned from the best." Whispered the brunette while sliding his hands from David's waist to his ass. Then he took possession of the exposed neck with his teeth and tried to place a mark. David moaned and took hold of Michael's clothed cock to control his body and switch places. Now with him in between the wall and Mike, their kissing got rapidly messy, with both nibbling and sucking any exposed area. And Michael swore if he wasn't his new self, he would now be hot all over.

"But still you make a mess of yourself" David separated his mouth from the collarboone in mid attack and yanked the blood stained shirt. Michael knew he was right; it was normal to get back from their hunting with some blood on them, but not this much. So he put some inches of separation between them to lift his shirt and tossed it aside.

"Better this way?" He asked smirking.

"Yeah." David breathed taking in sight the defined pecs and strong abdomen. Wasting no more time he took hold of Michael's right hand and pulled it to his bulge. "Your technique at sucking still needs improvement tho."

"And you're volunteering to let me practice?" Mike replied almost in awe.

"Always"

Michael have him one last hot kiss, roughly biting his mate's lower lip at the end, and began his way down. His cold hands roamed David's belly underneath his shirt, sensually caressing his abdomen. The only thing the newly turned vampire hated about giving David head was the struggle with so many layers of clothes.

"Why don't you ever take this fucking coat off anyway? You're too cold?" Michael grumbled half joking, never taking his hands off.

"You're testing your luck, you know that?" If he was someone else, he would definitely be far gone by now, David thought.

But at least he was doing a great job.

Settling on his knees, he got to his target. He pressed his face to the already fat bulge and wetly kissed the thick layer of fabric. Then he slowly unzipped it and took it out of its confines, earning a low moan and two hands starting to stroke his soft curls.

Before going any further he looked up and saw David's head leaned on the wall with his eyes half closed. He grinned in contentment, feeling a mix of amusement, excitement and happiness realizing the power he had over this creature in vulnerable moments like this.

He took in one hand the cock before him and David inahled a sharp breath when it was softly squeezed at the base. This was followed by a leisure lick from the bottom to the top. As if savouring it for the first time, Michael gave it a couple of more tastes to then take the crown in his mouth, smacking his lips when he pull it out.

"Fuck, Michael" David breathed.

"That can come later" Mike answered and resumed his work putting the crown in his mouth again, this time giving it shelter a few more seconds before taking it deeper in his mouth. To cover the part left behind he moved his hand to massage it in rhythm with his mouth, and with the other hand he fondle his balls to gently roll and weigh them.

David kept moaning in appreciation, putting some pressure on Mike's skull and tugging at some strands to keep control of the pace, bobbing the head at his pleasure.

Without any more control in himself, David cradled the head with his palms pressing both cheeks and began to frantically fuck Michael's mouth.

"Shit. I love you can handle this" he praised while moving his thump to open more the wet cavity. His panting went wild as well as his movements, causing Michael to give up and just relax his throat to take as much as David gave him.

"Michael you keep it like that and I'm coming soon." David said and then stopped his fucking. He whined and pulled out dripping cock. "Get up" he ordered. Michael obligued and tried to gain some balance putting his hands on David's waist.

"You got big hands, babe." David mentioned "Why don't you work them on us." He commanded unbuckling Michael's jeans while Mike himself spitted on his palm to add slickness. When Michael's dick sprung free, he brought their hardnesses together. The touch made them both gasp, but in search for more Mike took both cocks more firmly in his right hand and changed his angle a bit to fit them correctly in the grasp.

Both moaned feeling their swelled dicks move together, and David said, controlling his tone to not sound pleading "Move."

And Michael began the strokes. At first he struggled to keep both cocks in his hand, so he adjusted his fingers to handle them better and began to catch velocity.

Michael started to feel dizzy with pleasure. With the adrenaline from the hunting still flowing through his veins, the sexual act felt even more powerful. So he put his head on David shoulders and moaned louder. "Damnit." He squeezed harder on their cocks.

"Yes. Yes. Just like that, babe." David panted in his ear. He then took hold of his neck with one hand and licked the other to lubricate it before moving it down to help make a better hold on themselves. They both began trusting in matched tempo, seeking their mutual release. They keep thrusting as brutally as they could.

Moments past before Michael whined, signaling his closeness "Oh, god. God, Im gonna come! I'm gonna-" he groaned and lost control of himself, spurting his load, getting both their hands and bellies sticky. The excitement making his body loose made his fangs come out, biting David's shoulder while spasming.

With Michael's hand reflexing involuntarily, and David's hand milking the last of him with hard strokes, David came too, sighing satisfied with relief. After a few recovering moments he noticed Michael's hand had fallen, breaking the contact on the now resting organs, but still felt the fangs cutting through his rough skin. Albeit not hurt, he protested the injury trying to catch his lover's attention clearing his throat. When Michael didn't respond, he tried again taking a deep breath and speaking "I still need to teach you to control those." He then smiled

Michael chuckled.

#the lost boys oneshot #the lost boys imagine #the lost boys michael x david #michael emerson #michael the lost boys #david the lost boys #gays being vamps #my writings

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yan-twst · 5 years ago

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Do remember the ask"dorm leaders s/o scared of them physical hurting them"well can you do it again, but this time only to find out why they're scared of being physical being hurt by them. Like their caretakers/parents were physical abusive to s/o and and their ex-lover was also physical abusive to them. What would they do with this new found information.Would the dorm leaders go seeking revenge on their s/o caretakers/parents and their ex-lover.

a/n: this is a pretty sensitive topic, so i'm going to try my best to write on it: it is NEVER my intention to romanticize these darker themes, but if anyone feels offended or hurt by this particular post please do reaxh out to me and i won't hesitate to edit or take it down. due to the nature of this text i will put it under a read more.

warnings: topics such as domestic abuse, child abuse, and things of that nature are mentioned here, along with general yandere topics and themes. mentions of torture , too! please be careful while reading if anything could potentially cause bad memories or emotional responses in you!

riddle rosehearts

he comes from an abusive household, even though he wouldn't admit it (and probably doesn't realize it). while his mother never used much physical punishment, he is no stranger to getting yelled at and having all his comforts taken away for the smallest mistake

when he realizes his darling came from a similar background, he'd probably take a cold hard look at himself: is he... becoming like his mother? the thought is terrifying to him- he doesn't want to be like that, he doesn't want his darling to fear him like he did his mother

although the realization would lead to him being more lenient and less punishing, he is still a toxic lover. sure, he isn't yelling at his darling for breaking rule #163- but he is still guilt-trippy, still a perfectionist deep down. it's a small improvement, though

even though he would like nothing more than to destroy those who dared hurt his darling, he'd hesitate. he knows he'd lose it if someone were to hurt his mother, even after all she put him through; what if his darling feels the same way about the people who hurt them in the past...? he feels like he shouldn't ask such a crass question, so he'll limit himself to promising to protect his darling

in short, while he is enraged at those who hurt his darling in the past, he believes they're safe now: he would never let such harm befall them again... it's another excuse to why he keeps them locked up. but if his darling's past tormentors ever as much as tried to poke their heads back into their life, it's off with their heads- and perhaps lives, if riddle can so so.

leona kingscholar

he's immediately deeply angry when his darling admits part of their fear of him comes from their past experience. he cannot stand it- his darling should only be scared of him, respect him; the fact other people even dared try to get his darling to hurt in the past makes him red with rage.

he'll absolutely track down his darling's past tormentors. does he care if his darling is scared of him? no. does it piss him off that they're scared of him because of other people? god- it makes his blood sizzle. don't mistake his rage with him being a knight in shining armour for his beloved- although he wouldn't be opposed to his darling seeing it like that

he'll kill them in cold blood, with his bare hands. this isn't a job he can make someone else do: it has to be him. he may even make his darling watch as he tears their previous tormentors to shreds. it's horribly gruesome, and it'll certainly scar his darling, but he doesn't care. if they're going to fear him, then fear only him.

azul ashengrotto

he instantly softens up with his darling when they admit this. he may not have been abused in his past, but the scars of the bullying and teasing in his formative years still weigh down heavily on him

he'll comfort his darling as he wished someone had comforted him- but this is also a good way for him to become even clingier and more obsessive... sure, he isn't being harsh or mean, but his darling is still very much a prisoner to him

he'd absolutely try to get revenge on those who wronged his darling, but he might not kill them. instead, he'll torture them (with the twin's help, of course!) until they apologise in tears to his darling- beg for mercy to them, cry- before he takes them away to never be seen.

in reality, this probably doesn't help his darling's trauma in a bit, bur for him, it's cathartic. he feels like he's wiped a dark period of his darling's life clean- aren't they happy? aren't they grateful?

kalim al-asim

he gasps and immediately holds his darling into a hug when they admit how their past was. so that was why- why despite all his attempts and gifts, they remained scared...?

kalim cannot comprehend how anyone could ever hurt his darling. they're the most beautiful, kindest and gentlest soul on earth: who would dare think of bringing harm upon them?! the thought makes him seeth with anger

he'll swear that he won't ever allow such a thing to happen again. after all, he's already protecting them (by keeping them locked in, always making jamil check up on them); he'll just double his efforts. he'll have extensive background checks on every single servant who attends his beloved just to make sure they have ZERO history of violence

it isn't hard for such a rich man with connections everywhere to find the people who hurt his darling in the past. it's also not hard to pay for their deaths: every single one of them is quietly found dead after mysteriously going missing... he won't say what he did to his darling, simply reassuring them they're safe now

vil schoenheit

do people have no shame?! he's incredibly shaken and stirred when his darling finally admits the source of their fears. people are beasts- he knows this, and that's why he keeps his darling close at all times, but to think they'd already managed to hurt them before he even knew them...!

he has no problem sending his legions of fans against anyone who wronged his darling. after all, he's seamlessly introduced his beloved as part of his image: his fans adore his darling! he's presented them as a weak, meek and adorable doll, the source of his happiness. if he as much as mentioned someone had wronged them... the fury would be immediate and direct

although vil is guilty of tearing down his darling's self esteem whenever they do something he dislikes, he'll act as if he'd never done that. suddenly he brings up how lucky his darling is to have him, who will bring justice to them- he who will make those who wronged them regret being born, he who loves them so much to go through all of this

and if one day, those past tormentors quietly day due to a scentless, tasteless, untraceable poison...? well, isn't that just a wild coincidence!

idia shroud

he cannot believe such scum exists. even he- the lowest of the low, a disgusting freak who kidnapped his darling- wouldn't dare to hurt them for the sake of just causing pain!

he immediately regrets every single physical punishment he ever gave, although it's such a rare occasion and usually something even lesser than a slap. no wonder his darling was scared! he was just a monster, right? just was bad as the others, right?!

he'll feel the need to make it up to his darling, and he can't think of any other way than revenge. if he gets rid of those who hurt his darling, can his actions be forgiven? he prays they can

his darling's past tormentors better be ready for hell- what starts as merely hacking into their devices becomes a one-man lead spionage campaign, with blakmail slowly and surely driving them up a wall. idia will show no pity- he has to make them pay. he has to, so he may one day be forgiven...

malleus draconia

it's not just men's nature that makes them hurt each other, and he knows this, but even still he cannot help but want to curse all mankind when his darling finally tells him about their past experiences

he doesn't care about reasons or circumstances- all he knows is that those people hurt his darling. all dragons are protective of their treasure, and to think of others laying their filthy hands to strike his most beloved... he can feel fire burning in his mouth at the mere thought

he'll swear to never lay a hand on his beloved- but don't be fooled, this doesn't mean that the relationship will improve. physical punishments are replaced with the torture of isolation, of taking away all the comforts he's given his darling until they beg for him

and as for his darling's tormentors... to them, after malleus learns of their actions, death would be nothing short of a blessing. the draconian man wouldn't feel a shred of pity in torturing them, breaking their fragile human bodies time and tima again. he has no pity for anyone who hurts his beloved

#twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twst #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia

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