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eijishimas · 3 years

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midnight snack.

18+ nsfw content, minors dni. all characters are aged up.

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content warnings: oral sex (f!receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex (use protection irl pls!), quirk use (electro stimulation), a hint of overstim, & a sprinkle of degradation. f!reader.

notes: all i could think about while writing this was “and they were roommates! ohmygod they were roommates.” also thank u bria ( @rekiri ) & sun ( @kiridarling ) for keeping me sane while writing this, ily both <3

wc: 3.0k

You rarely got hungry in the middle of the night. You usually went to bed full of food cooked by yourself or ordered takeout by your roommate, Denki. Tonight was different, however. You had been working on a project, one that was taking up far too much of your time due to your incompetent group members causing you to pick up the slack. You had been stressed beyond belief lately because of them. Maybe a small stretch would help clear your mind, you reasoned to yourself internally. While you were at it, a midnight snack wouldn’t be too bad. It would help ease your nerves, even. You stood from your desk, stretching your arms above your head and cracking the joints of your shoulders. Now exiting your room, you threw a glance across the hallway to see the light under your roommate’s door was still on. Of course he was staying up again, when did he not? Probably off playing video games with the guys again.

You yawned, bare feet pattering against the hardwood of your apartment floor on your way to the kitchen. You shivered, wearing only a cropped sweater you had thrifted and a pair of your comfiest shorts. So what if they were a little short on you, they did the job of keeping you comfy while you slept. No one besides Denki saw you in them, mostly because you wore them to bed. Opening the fridge door, you cringed at the harsh lighting hitting you square in the face. You bent over, eyes scanning the bottom shelf for something to pique your interest. Since you figured Denki was in his room, you didn’t bother to bend your knees while you were searching for your snack.

“Uh- I uh, whatcha lookin’ for?” Denki’s voice cracked slightly. What were the odds? Your head whipped up so fast from the fridge, you nearly knocked into the door of it. Your face began to overheat as you saw your roommate standing there in his pyjamas, fighting off his own blush as he looked at you. Had he seen how your shorts rode up your ass, giving the perfect view of the lace black panties you had been wearing that night? Maybe. The answer was most definitely a yes, but he wasn’t going to admit that to you. He really didn’t want to die by your hands.

“I was, well I was grabbing some water,” you fumbled for your words as Denki approached you, moving around the bar counter of your apartment to peer into the fridge himself from behind you. His hair was damp, sticking to his forehead indicating that he had just hopped out of the shower. No kidding, he had used your fruit passion shampoo along with lemon scented body wash again. You felt his hot breath on the back of your neck from how close he was to you, your tongue wetting your lips as you tried to ease your building nerves. You were never so nervous around him, he was your roommate and your best friend. The two of you had always been comfortable around each other.

You stood perfectly still, razor focused on the fruit cup on the top shelf to distract your mind that was buzzing with electricity. He smelled so good. He felt awfully warm. And he was incredibly close to you, so much so that you could hear his own inner monologue if you listened hard enough. You were so caught up in your thoughts that your mind barely registered that his hands were sitting comfortably on your waist. “Hey,” Denki spoke up, “Did you wear that for me?”

Processing his words, there was a tiny heat that began to burn low in your stomach. “I’m sorry?” you squeaked out.

“The black lacy ones. The ones that make me want to eat you out on the counter until you’re screaming. Did you wear those for me?” his voice was low, whispering deliciously into your ear. Sinful thoughts were clouding your mind, your previous intentions of getting a snack now lost to the idea of possibly choking on something else entirely tonight. “Denki—” His hands slipped beneath your shirt, stopping just below your breasts. You were starting to feel something hard poking at the cheek of your ass. Your breath hitched, thighs clenching together in an attempt to tame the growing heat between them. The two of you had been dancing around the notion of having feelings for each other for a long time.

You tried to look the other way every time he would stare at you for just a small bit longer than he should. He pretended to not notice the way you sat so very close to him, despite the entire couch being free. The way your fingertips brushed his thighs when you leaned over him to grab the remote. The way his touch lingered on your hip when he went to pass behind you while you cooked dinner together, his palms warm and jittery. Everything clicked together so perfectly for the two of you, it was beginning to become undeniable and almost comical at this point.

Tonight only made you more desperate for some type of release, since all of the previous tension between the two of you had crescendoed into Denki moulding his lips to your neck and sucking deep purple marks in a lovely pattern against your hot skin. Your legs felt weak, a strained moan escaping you. Between the cool air of the open fridge and his hands exploring your torso, it felt like heaven. His fingers pinched and pulled at your nipples eagerly, his name falling off your tongue as if second nature. You wanted him bad. And he wanted nothing more than to strip you of your clothes and have you right there in the kitchen.

Your legs quivered as he touched you, allowing yourself to lean back against him and succumb to his affection. “I’ve been waiting to do this for so long, baby,” the confidence radiating off the blond was dripping right into his tone. It made more of that liquid heat manifest in your lower half. You were quite certain that those lacy black panties Denki had been talking about now had a wet patch from all of his ministrations. His hands kept massaging at your breasts, small whimpers leaving your lips as you whispered out how you needed more from him. You panted, craning your neck to the side to give him more access to your skin. Your hips seemed to move on their own as you wiggled your ass right up against his prominent hard on. “Fuck,” he swore, fingers dipping into your shorts and past the waistline of your underwear to feel your slick. You were soaking from his touches, thighs shaking and fingers finding purchase in blond locks as his finger pad grazed your aching clit. “More,” you whined with need, “I wanna.. I wanna touch you, please.”

Denki’s mind felt like it was melting. Was this a dream? He never wanted to wake up if that was the case. He inserted a finger into your core, heart fluttering upon hearing you moan out for him again. Your walls hugged his single digit, his dick twitching at the sensation. You were feeling unbearably sensitive for some reason that night, the way his thumb drew circles around your clit paired with his finger reaching within you made your head light. “You’re so greedy, look at you fucking yourself on my fingers. Moaning like that for me. From how much you walk around like a little slut, you had this coming,” Denki nibbled at the lobe of your ear before adding a second digit, curling his fingers and further sending you into your pleasure. “Denki,” you called out again, head tossed against his shoulder, ass rubbing right against his dick in ways that made his head spin. “You’re so wet, do you hear that? Holy fuck, I can’t wait to taste you,” Denki’s words made the coil inside the pit of your stomach snap, your first orgasm of the night finally washing over you as you clenched around his fingers. It took all of Denki’s willpower not to cum in his boxers right then and there. Falling against him for support, your hips lazily rolled against his digits to ride out your high.

“Up on the counter babe, we’re not done yet. I’m still feeling a bit hungry,” he murmured into your ear. The two of you backed away from the fridge, leaving the door open to allow some light in the darkened kitchen. You turned to face him, seeing a bit of a loopy smile on his face despite his lust blown pupils. You wasted no time in connecting your lips, tongue sliding into his mouth with ease. Your body pressed his against the cool granite of the counter, his hands drifting lower down your back to meet the flesh of your ass. He tapped your ass a couple times, his fingers pinching at the fabric of your thin shorts. “You won’t be needing these,” he chuckled deeply against your lips. His drop in octave made you shiver. Your own hands mapped out his body, feeling across his abs that he prided himself on as a pro-hero while your other went right for his cock.

Your excited fingers pulled down his gray sweatpants along with his boxers, his cock springing free from its confines. There was a lovely amount of precum beading atop his reddening head, your thumb swirling the natural lube around his tip. The action elicited a groan from the blond, grabbing a bit harder at your ass. You were gentle, teasing even, your eyes glazed over in lust as your hand pumped his dick at a slow tempo. Denki’s hips began to fuck into your hand, his chest heaving as he took this time to shed himself of his t-shirt. He felt entranced by how your fingers looked so delicate fisting his cock, breath hitching in his throat as your wrist rolled with each stroke of his dick. “Do you know how— fuck — how long I’ve waited for this?” Denki’s words are gentle, his neck craning back down to nip at your exposed skin.

“Too long?”

“Way too long.”

You giggled and he groaned, a low rumble against your soft skin that makes you shiver yet again. You smirked with amusement as you felt him pulse in your hand, yet Denki pulled away from your touch just as you were about to tip him over the line to his own orgasm. “You, you first,” he told you, golden eyes trained on yours, “I like seeing you come undone for me.”

A whimper escaped you, his grin hungry with want for you and only you. “Let’s see how good you taste,” he pressed a final kiss to your lips as he eagerly dropped to his knees. With a shy look in your eyes, you allowed your legs to spread, giving Denki a full view of your pretty pussy. He was practically salivating, eyes taking in your wet sex with a strange fire lit behind them. He was eating good tonight. With your fingers threading in his hair and tugging lightly, he took it as his signal to go. You sucked in a gasp of surprise as something cool touched your already slick entrance. Oh, you had forgotten that Denki had a fucking tongue piercing.

Instinctively, your thighs started to close around Denki’s head. He held them open with ease, the metal ball of his piercing following the tip of his tongue as he happily traced your entrance. “Denki,” you huffed, growing frustrated at his languid pace. For a man who seemed rather eager, he was going very slowly. Denki hummed in response, lips now attached to your clit and you felt your body jolt at the feeling. Fuck. Maybe you should have bit your tongue instead. Channeling electricity through his quirk, you felt a shock emitted from the tiny piece of metal in his mouth to your aching clit. “Denki!” you moaned, eyelids fluttering as you struggled to keep your gaze on him. Your hands kept pulling at his semi-damp hair, rutting your hips as best as you could into his face as your heart beat rapidly in your chest. You felt ten times hotter than you did when you first entered the kitchen, your hands expelling your own sleep shirt to the floor as Denki moaned at the sight of your exposed tits. This gave him the opportunity to push his tongue into your pussy, your toes curling at the sensation of his tongue entering your heat. He had his fun, darting his tongue in and out of you as he kept moaning to keep up the tiny vibrations. Moving his bangs away from his eyes, you could only watch as he ate you out with his skilled muscle.

His tongue reached deeper inside of you, his hands holding your thighs apart firmly as they were threatening to clamp around his head with more force. You hadn’t anticipated that Denki would be this fucking good with his mouth. Your inner walls squeezed around him, your moans picking up in volume. Your nipples were peaked, your back arched and your head thrown back as all you could do was continuously grind your hips against his face. This only edged the blond further, his nose stimulating your swollen clit as his tongue delved as far as it could into your dripping cunt. You nearly screamed his name as you were finally tipped over the edge, your chest heaving as Denki suckled at your sensitive lower lips. He drank your essence happily, your body prickling with heat as he drew back to watch in awe at how your pussy fluttered invitingly around nothing. He was drunk on the feeling of you cumming on his mouth. You two were definitely doing that again.

As you steadily regulated your breathing, Denki slowly got up from his position on the floor. Wiping away a bit of your cum from the corner of his mouth, he threw you another grin. You swallowed dryly, “Need you.”

“What was that, baby?”

“Need you, Den. I need you in.. Please.” Your eyes were begging him to give you more. You had seen how much his cock had been leaking onto the kitchen floor, practically throbbing between his legs from not having given release. With a cheeky sort of smile, Denki gave you a kiss to your cheek before settling his lips to the shell of your ear. “Whatever you say, babe.”

In an instant, you were swept off the counter, your body being caged between the closed freezer door and Denki holding you up from beneath your thighs. His cock fell heavy against your stomach, twitching in its desperation for attention. The light emitting from the open door of the fridge illuminated the right half of the electric blond’s face, his expression lustful and giddy in the harsh LED lighting. It made your heart buzz with anticipation, your body tensing as he eased the head of his cock past your folds. Your hands scrambled for his shoulders, fingernails leaving red crescents along his creamy skin. Denki’s eyes were on you, his breathing irregular as you wasted no time in pulling out and thrusting back in with confidence. His lips swallowed your moans, the wet, lewd sounds of your fucking adding more tinder to the heat now coiling in the pit of your stomach for the third time tonight. “Please,” you begged, practically trembling from overstimulation as Denki rocked you into the cool aluminum of the freezer door.

“Please what, baby?” the playfulness in his tone didn’t match the serious manner in which he kept pistoning into you, chasing his own release as your slick from previous orgasms now coated his cock and ran down his thighs. Each time he went in, he angled himself right up to meet that special spot inside you to make you see tiny specks of white dot your vision. “I- I, ah! Denki!” Fingers now grasping at his hair again, you yanked harshly as you came around his pulsing cock for the third and final time, squeezing him snugly as you desperately attempted to catch your breath. There was a tingly sensation running through your legs starting from your thighs, numbing and electric as Denki kept up his quick pace to chase his own release, groaning dirty praises into your ear that made you keen. Your legs wrapped around his waist, urging him to go deeper and finish inside of you. His hips met yours for one last time, stuttering as he pumped his sticky cum into your abused hole. You two stayed there for a moment, you letting out quiet giggles as Denki took his time in getting the air back into his lungs. He let you down steadily from the position you had been in, making sure to hold you up since the feeling was still a bit lost in your legs.

“Wow that was,” Denki paused, struggling to find the right word for the situation you two had caught yourselves in. “Satisfying,” you finished for him, to which he blushed deeply. The smile he flashed you was earnest and relieved, if he was being quite honest. “Ah, nice! Let’s get you something to eat, maybe a cheese string. But definitely water!”

“I’m actually feeling pretty full right now in terms of cheese. Thanks for that, Den.”

“Wait really?” Denki questioned as he swept his boxers along with his shirt off the kitchen floor, his concern showing through his furrowed brow, “Not even for a cheese string?”

A deadpan look crossed your face, sighing as you gave in to your dumbass of a roommate. “One cheese string.”

“Bet!”

Needless to say, post sex activities consisted of a hot shower, the second Shrek movie, and two cheese strings (per Denki’s request). Not a bad way to relieve your stress, you concluded to yourself happily as you snuggled closer to your roommate, fingers intertwined beneath the blanket as you allowed yourself to slip into a comfortable slumber against Denki’s shoulder.

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misstyery · 3 years

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the barbarian | bakugou x reader

pairing: bakugou x reader, arranged marriage, enemies to lovers

synopsis: in a far off land, knights and dragons, kings and queens, and fairies and pixies alike live, love, die, and prosper. unlike most, you have the chance to gain a unique perspective into these being’s lives. welcome to fantasia…

notes: hi, thank you for reading the first installment of my ‘welcome to fantasia’ series! this first installment will probably come in two parts, since i feel like it’ll probably be too long to fit all into one fic. anyways, i love fantasy au/barbarian bakugou, and this idea came to me late at night, so i hope you enjoy this! pls like and reblog if you enjoy this fic!

word count: 0.9k

“ oh come now dear, you could at least smile a little bit, hm? “ a motherly voice rang into your ear. the owner of the voice, a tall and curvaceous woman, continued to add jewels and other accessories to your hair as she spoke to you. she was the embodiment of a stereotypical barbarian woman. tall and curvaceous with fiery red eyes and dressed in red silk. you made eye contact with her through the large vanity mirror before focusing your attention back on your hands. she sighed and continued to fiddle with your hair.

many people came in and out of the tent you were in, some carrying layers of fur, others layers of satin. you couldn’t imagine what more needed to be done to your appearance, already being adorned with countless pieces of jewelry. after the tall woman finished doing your hair she turned and picked up a massive, white fur pelt with brown dots scattered across the fur. she placed the pelt gently around your shoulders and stroked the bare sides of your arms. “ all will be well dear, a marriage to his royal highness is sure to be fulfilling. “ she cooed before turning around and ushering the many other women out of the tent.

then there was silence, and you were alone in one of the enormous tents of the dragon clan. you’re getting married to the barbarian prince of the dragon klan: bakugou katsuki. he’s arrogant and brutish and gets joy out of pillaging villages and small kingdoms, kingdoms like yours. you’re the heir to the forest kingdom’s throne, and it is your royal duty to serve as the bartering piece to ensure your kingdom’s safety and prosperity.

some time passes before someone enters your tent again. this time it's a barbarian man, bulky and tall with maroon eyes. he doesn’t have to say anything for you to know it’s time. you silently rise out of your seat and adjust the heavy pelt on your shoulders before following him out of the tent.

the surrounding area is deserted, everyone gathered at the marriage sight waiting for you. small, crimson tents surround the area, and dimly lit torches stand tall outside of many of the tents. the sky is dark and empty, save for the bright moon high in the night sky.

as you walk alongside the man ( warrior? guard ? ) the beating of drums and ecstatic voices gets louder and louder, until you come upon the wedding venue. everyone from the forest kingdom and dragon klan is there and there’s an atmosphere of anticipation and excitement.

another barbarian comes up to you, this time they escort you down to the gathering while keeping you out of sight from the antsy villagers. they lead you to wooden steps that lead up to a large stage. you can’t see much from the stairs, but you can hear the crowd quiet down and the dragon queen’s voice booming from on top of the stage.

“ now, while the moon is full and at its highest point, my son, your prince, will be wed to the beautiful heir of the forest kingdom! “ there was a loud eruption of cheers from the crowd, and the barbarian from earlier excitedly gestured for you to go up the stairs. following their instructions, you climb the stairs with caution and hesitance. the loud cheers from earlier became even louder as you came into view on top of the overly-decorated stage.

to your left stood the dragon prince, your soon-to-be husband, bakugou. for a violent barbarian, he was undeniably handsome. his crimson red eyes matched beautifully with the pale yellow fur on his pelt. he was adorned with even more jewelry than you, massive amounts of rubies and garnet gems dangling from his neck along with his signature tooth necklace. his eyes focused on you, and a shiver went up your spine when you met his intense gaze.

queen mistsuki ushered you over and had you stand in front of bakugou. he looked you up and down before a smug smirk grew on his face. you clenched your fist and averted your eyes. screw him. this is the prince who’s pillaged and stole from your kingdom countless times, and now he has the audacity to look at you that way? the dragon king, masaru, approached you and bakugou with a gentle smile. in his hands, he carried a burgundy velvet pillow which nested two lengthy gold chains with a massive, round ruby hanging at the end. your marriage necklaces, as barbarian tradition would call it.

“ first, we will have the couple shed and swap their pelts, signifying the passionate love that will envelop them both! “ love, she says, what kind of love is forced upon you as a last ditch effort to save a kingdom?

you and bakugou both remove your pelts. he makes the first move and wraps his pelt around your shoulders, and you then wrap your pelt around his shoulders. his pelt looks comically large on you, dwarfing your frame and dragging against the floor.

“ now, the two will finalize the union by sharing their first kiss as prince and consort! “

you shudder out a breath and gaze into bakugou’s eyes. you take a tentative step closer to him, but his hand wraps around your bicep tightly and yanks you towards him. his lips descend on yours roughly, but the kiss is brief and hurried, like he wanted to get it over with as soon as possible.

all you can do is stare at him as the crowd erupts into overjoyed cheers, and a feeling of contempt settles in your belly...

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1997devil · 3 years

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deals with the devil

pairing: mingyu x reader

w.c.: 2.8k

includes: incubus!mingyu, mentions of alcohol, unprotected sex, dirty talk & degradation, daddy kink, oral (fem receiving), fingering, creampie

a/n: this is me being self indulgent because that’s what got me 1k after all 🥵😛 i promise i’ll work on requests after this! i just needed to get this out of my system 🖤 also to clarify some things that may appear dubious, the drink the reader is holding is a potion by mingyu that he uses to lure her towards him! a lil fantastical touch i added to upkeep the demon theme lol

you mutter expletives under your breath when the dj hollers and shuffles to the next song on his shitty playlist of trashy holiday remixes.

you’re only here because your friend had begged you to come along with her, pleading with such vigor she might as well had just dragged you by your wrist. she ditched you the second she set foot in the house, latching her arms around her boyfriend’s neck, the one throwing the party and the one who hired said dj. it really just reaffirmed how your best friend had a shitty taste.

when you entered what appeared to be a bar area someone had shoved a solo cup into your hand, the inside sloshing with a liquid you knew was strong, would blow your mind away from the scent that wafted from it, and would leave you with a killer hangover tomorrow morning. you didn’t dare take a sip from it, though you held onto it so that your hand wouldn’t look so lifeless, hanging by your body.

the shitty music didn’t pound against your still sober mind on whichever floor you were currently on, which you were thankful for. you wander through the house – perhaps the one thing your friend’s boyfriend was good for was the expansive mansion his family lived in – stumbling past locked bedrooms and powder rooms. people who were already trashed, no doubt from the same drink that remained in your cup, lingered about in the hallways. you gingerly stepped beside them, getting further away from where the party was mainly situated, not really having a concrete plan in mind or any sense of direction in what appeared to be a labyrinth standing as a house.

a bedroom you happen to pass by left its door ajar, and something called you from within to look in. it didn’t hurt to take a rest for a bit from the killer heels your friend shoved your feet into. you’d call a cab from there and you’d finally return home, within your safe space underneath your duvet.

there appeared to be no one, and you braced yourself to let yourself in fully. your heels sank into the carpeted floors as you slowly headed towards the bed. it was still clean and neatly made, and you wonder how no one has stepped foot in this bedroom amongst all the other ones you just passed by. you heave a sigh as you gently sat down on the plush bed. you hadn’t had a single bite or drink since night befell and painted the sky pitch black. the cup that’s in your hand still remains untouched, and you take a small sip, the alcohol burning like fire down your throat as you swallow.

something in the corner of your peripheral vision catches your attention, flickering, appearing transparent then returning to opaque in a moment you’d miss if you blink. it appears strange, fascinating, and you sense a stirring sensation throughout your body the more you rest your eyes on it. a voice that begins to resonate in your mind beckons you to come closer.

it feels like you lose all your senses as you face the man standing before you, and your brain eventually feels more muddled when you try to recall just where and you’d seen him before.

“had my eyes on you since you walked in,” the unnamed man hums, stepping closer to you, an arm circling around your waist. it presses you closer against him, letting out a soft gasp. your arms seem to move on their own accord, resting on his chest as he looks down on you. “wanted to taste you so bad,” he mutters, voice dropping to something lower than a whisper like you were the only one meant to hear him.

“w-who are you?” the lump that’s lodged in your throat since you swallowed whatever had been in that cup clears up just enough for you to brokenly rasp out words. you meet the man’s eyes, dark as midnight, glows and keeps your attention on him. you feel as if all your senses are heightened as he runs his warm hands on your body.

“call me mingyu, angel,” he smirks, a wanton intonation lacing his voice, “though you’ll call me many other things later.”

“l-like what?” you whimper when his head drops to your neck, gently sucking on your skin, fierce enough for you to feel but not enough to leave marks yet.

“are you gonna stay to find out?” his lips tickle at your ear, nibbling on your earlobe, placing a kiss to the skin right below it. it hits a spot you didn’t know felt good, a high pitched whine leaving your mouth. you nod frantically, and mingyu lets out a dark chuckle at how desperate he’s already gotten you.

it feels like mingyu controls all your movement, taking over your senses as he leads you around the bedroom and slams you to the door. his hand places itself firmly on your waist, and the other hand goes to circle your neck, almost like a priceless accessory that decorates the clean space of skin, like an empty canvas. it’s tight, hot, and you’d happily die like this, under his hands.

tears line and spring from your eyes, rivulets tracking your cheeks and dripping from your jaw. mingyu laughs, a snarky sound that is lined with fire and hell.

“haven’t touched you at all, pet,” he purrs, leaning closer to you, his tall figure towering over you. it is only fitting that the title of the king and ruler of the underworld is crowned to someone built like him. he commands attention, creates control in any space and room he enters, and right now he was playing with yours. “what’s making you so needy?”

he gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ears, a contrast to just how rough he’d been with you before.

“you,” you whisper in response. the smirk that remains on his lips is taunting. “what about me? i haven’t done anything to you.”

he continues. “what would you like me to do with you, angel? would you like me to make you feel good?”

the affirming nod you give is all the permission he needs as he presses his lips to yours, licks on your bottom lip as you easily grant him access.

–

“you wanna know a secret, angel?’ mingyu teases, slow and relaxed, unlike you who’s the spitting image of desperation and need for him. he’s been teasing you for what feels like hours now, reducing you to putty in his hands, just begging with whatever energy you have left for him to fuck you already.

you nod, masking your sounds as the pillow underneath you swallows your whine. you feel mingyu’s hand return to your body, slowly tracing a path of its own on your thighs, inching closer to your wetness but not quite reaching it yet.

“i’ve known you since before tonight, darling,” he mutters as his legs bracket your legs, fingers carding through your hair. “i’ve seen and watched you, even when you thought no one could see you.”

his gentle touch on your locks turns into a searing grasp as he pulls you up by your hair, making you stand on your knees. your hands try to grasp at something, until it travels to behind you, pressing your back to his chest.

“even when you thought no one could hear you as moaned and whined until you made yourself cum.” he bites out directly against your ear, hot breath fanning on your skin until the hairs on the nape of your neck arose.

“so damn pretty when you got your fingers fucking yourself fast and hard, hm?” he continues, punctuating every few words with a wet kiss to your jawline. “or when you think that dumb little toy you have can make you come. it’s comical, darling, that you think anything can make you feel as good as i do. you’ll come to know it, angel.” his hand comes down to your ass, gentle for a start, though mingyu knows you’ll beg for him to go harder. you let out a little yelp at the contact, and mingyu just feels even more fired up as he sees the red mark deepen on your skin.

he pushes you back down onto the bed. “m-mingyu-ah, d-do it already, pl-please,” you brokenly mutter, and mingyu delights in the way your voice cracks at every other syllable.

“do what, angel?” your hands firmly grasp on the sheets as you feel his lips travel downwards, tracing down your spine and the small of your back. he moves back just a bit so he isn’t sitting atop your legs anymore, then holds you by your hips to pull you up. your knees are barely strong enough to hold you up, and mingyu scoffs at what you’ve become under his touch.

“this?”

he runs a finger on your sopping wetness, and you loudly keen at his touch, finally. you momentarily remember that you’re nowhere near your own bed, yet you continue to release loud noises, not caring if anyone can hear you from outside.

his mouth falls onto your pussy next, accompanying the ministrations of his fingers weaving in and out of you while he sucks and licks until you’re shivering. the anticipation that finally erupted with him pleasuring you produces moans and groans that mingyu absolutely revels in.

“what do you want, angel?”

you keen loudly with your eyes shut, taking deep breaths to not come early even though it seems mingyu wouldn’t even mind.

“w-want you in me, gyu.”

you feel mingyu’s grin deepen as he eats you out. “good girl.”

he lifts his mouth from your wetness, though his fingers don’t pause. he adds another digit, your wetness coating them up to their knuckles, dripping down to your inner thighs as well. you whine, impatient, and mingyu calmly shushes you, his other hand traveling up your body to pinch and play with your nipples.

“need to prepare you first, angel. you need to be able to take all of me, right?” he quickens the pace of his fingers, three of them now fucking you. your response is cut off by a whine. his feels better than when you do it yourself, going in deeper than you ever would’ve reached yourself.

“look at you,” he mutters in disdain, “can barely even take my fingers. d’you think you can take my cock?”

“pl-please, no more teasing, f-fuck me already!” you snap at his teasing, though mingyu seems unbothered, barking a familiar mocking laugh as he slowly pulls his fingers out, sucking on them, letting your sweetness coat his tongue and whole mouth, savoring your taste. he smacks your ass once more for good measure.

“demanding. be fucking grateful i’ll let it slide,” he growls, running the head of his cock on your entrance, as he slowly pushes in. he chokes on his own moan as he can barely push in up to the head of his cock. you’re so tiny underneath him, barely even fitting his dick, yet your pleading drips out of your mouth so easily.

your impatience takes over as you fuck back on him, and mingyu groans at how more of your tight cunt is enveloping his cock, warm and feeling so good. a gasp leaves your lips at how big he is, and mingyu’s hands bracket your waist, seemingly trying to stop you from going further.

“angel, y-you’re too tight,” he choppily huffs, a light sheen of sweat perspiring on his skin.

it appears to be your last straw. “please, please, i need you! n-need your cock,” you gasp once more, “please, d-daddy!”

you don’t even seem to notice the name falling off of your lips, but it reinvigorates the fire within mingyu. all his composure, the control he’d worked so hard to maintain so he doesn’t just fuck and break you, ebbing out of him and traveling far.

“you asked for it.”

he finally fully pushes in, his cock fully inside of you, your ass pressing against his hips. you gently swivel your hips, easing the stretch when it feels like his dick is splitting you.

“sweetheart, you’re driving me insane. what a greedy ‘lil slut, huh?” he grinds up against you once, and your arms feel like they’re about to give out. “getting off on daddy’s cock like this.”

his hands leave your waist, traveling to your nipples, flicking and pinching down on them. your whole body feels like jelly, letting out what you think are the most pornographic moans you’ve ever heard in your life. all your senses have been overtaken by the demon hanging above you, reveling in all the energy he’s feeding off of your pleasure.

mingyu bends over to press his body against yours, then straightens back up, bringing you with him. his hand tangles into your hair, keeping you upright as he finally begins fucking you, building up a pace. the sounds of skin slapping against each other resound in the room that feels larger than life, like no one can bother you.

he feeds dirty praises to you, and every syllable he bites out is almost competing with the noises you make. he tells you he loves how dirty you are, how wet and warm your pussy is, how soft your breasts feel, how you’re such a whore who so easily breaks when daddy fucks her.

his words tether back and forth between praising and mocking you, telling you that you look so gorgeous like this, brokenly sobbing at the pleasure, wetness dripping onto the sheets.

“do you like it, angel?” it is an understatement, and you can only express it through your dirty whimpers. “i l-love it, daddy. love it so mmm-much, ah, daddy, m-mingyu, ah!” you hate how mingyu keeps his composure so well, a sharp contrast to you, ruined and wrecked beyond comprehension.

“fucking you stupid, hm?” mingyu taunts.

then, in a smooth stroke, he pulls out of you, and you gasp at the loss of contact. mingyu leaves no time for regret. he moves back, turning your body around, letting you rest on your back. his fingers wrap around your ankles, pushing your legs up until he’s got you practically bending in half. he enters you again, easily picking up the pace he set beforehand. the new position easily leads him to the spot that makes you see stars.

your jaw falls as he continues to prod at the spot, hitting it perfectly every time. “right there, baby?” you deliriously nod, head lolling to the side.

mingyu’s lips on yours are soft and gently prodding, overwhelming you with the different sensations he’s subjecting your body and mind to.

“f-fuck, break me, daddy!”

mingyu’s lips stretch into a devilish smile.

mingyu slams even harder into you, pushing you to your limits. you see red, hot, and you know you won’t last much longer. you whimper, trying to work your voice up to warn mingyu, though you fail. he reads through you, his pace unforgiving as his hand comes to play with your clit, and you howl at the surge of pleasure that throbs through your body.

mingyu tightly grabs onto your thigh, pressing it down to keep you in position. “where do you want me, angel?”

“mmm, inside. f-fill me up, yeah, feels s-so good,” you’re completely out of it, slurring your words, not registering anything but mingyu’s warm hands running on your body and wetness, completely enveloping you until you’re teetering off the edge, ready to let the winding coil in your stomach burst.

mingyu groans, long and drawn, and makes the tension in your boy snap. you come from him coming, feeling him fill you up with hot spunk and pushed in deeper from how he doesn’t stop thrusting. sparks and sensations overflood you until you’re left with a gaping mouth and dripping pussy, as mingyu finally pulls out.

he coos as he watches you clench around nothing, his come dripping out of you. he bends down, using his tongue to clean up whatever had spilled out of you, then fucking the remnants back in with his finger. the overstimulation makes you keen once more, and mingyu finally takes mercy on you.

his lips gleam in the dark light, coated with the liquids dripping from your wetness. he kisses you again, and you taste the way yours and his come mix together in your mouths. your eyes flutter shut, feeling as if you’re suspended in mid-air as mingyu transforms from the ruthless dominant earlier to something much more gentle, lazily clashing his tongue with yours and pressing his digits down on your thighs to soothe the strained muscles.

it takes a while until he separates from you, and you can barely keep your eyes open as he smirks at you.

–

(you wake up the next morning in your bed, a sated soreness plaguing your entire body so great you feel like such pain would’ve only erected if you had thrown yourself off of a cliff.

a sigil that would’ve been invisible to anyone else but you brandish itself on your right pinky finger.

a feeling sinks into you, one that tells you he’d return soon.)

#seventeen #svt #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen fic #seventeen smut #mingyu #kim mingyu #mingyu scenarios #mingyu imagines #mingyu fic #mingyu smut #t:fic #f:spicy #mine #merry xmas freaks 🖤

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faorism · 3 years

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needing the au to drop wherein i can commit to writing a historical au,, because since i first watched the db cooper job my mind went straight to OT3! OT3! OT3! (unlike with the van gogh job, since i aint playing with that fucking lieutenant)

one day maybe one dayyyyy i will sit down and i will write the ot3 into that episode's story. so, it'll be the backgrounds for the characters in the flashback (so, stephanie ritter, steve reynolds, and reggie wilkins), but with the necessary personality adjustments (parker, eliot, and hardison respectively). basically, vintage ot3 with some hot as hell aesthetics and secrets and avoiding as much as possible producing copraganda.

so. my thoughts. what i see happening. and this got super long so im throwing this under a cut. and for ease i will call them by their modern day canon names except when making a point.

first, general thoughts about the characters.

and so: steve to eliot. nothing much here on the surface. eliot still volunteers, too much an indoctrinated white man to have been forcibly drafted. so its still one man gone to war. one man come back. eliot would had been noticed early in training for his ability to pick shit up, and they teased at maybe sending him to a special unit. maybe they do, or maybe they don't because they just need to funnel fuckers to the jungle. the vietnam invasion was a terrorist imperialist venture and there's no romanticizing from me about anything done being at all valorous or special or brother-in-arms'y. and eliot commits war crimes under the american stars and stripes instead of just to keep moreau's champaign running. but also maybe moreau is eliot's superior. he certainly would have been rewarded for this ruthlessness. (eliot of course strove to impress moreau because there aint an eliot spencer who wasn't that man's dog at some point, i!!!! dont make the rules). eliot's friend died and eliot's gone off to carry out his wishes and moreau lets him because he Knows eliot is gonna come back. whether its to come back to the same squad, or follow him into deeper spy shit for the military, or to fuck off and go private. then eliot meets parker.

now. stephanie to parker. beth plays normal so well im mad at her, but there's something edgy and strategic about stephanie that i think parker can grab onto. i feel that maybe she was kind of a thief still, but there's more realism to this world so archie wasnt a super secret spy with lasers to practice with, but just a guy with sticky fingers whos a little bored and wants a protege. parker is good really good at what she does, and not having to deal with lasers makes me easy. but she's into scams that are less grifts and more Catch Me If You Can slight of hands. she's always looking for easy money (she was into lifting cars at one point! literally she follows where the crime is). she's doing something in an airport and someone tries to recruit her as a flight attendant because she's got the Look. and yall, flight attendants? that shit was like being a model and an astronaut and a time traveler back then. and according to a teacher i had, who once worked as in the f.a. union, those ladies back in the day were rad and queer and free spirited and runnnnning shit. i think, yes, it's a Job which i think we might resist placing parker into. but! of the jobs, at the time, i really see her rocking it during the time period. (also come on, the opportunities to swindle distracted people of their shit would be endless. they would just think they dropped their stuff in the airport! not that it was stolen.)

finally, reggie to alec. i think hardison will be the hardest to translate. even tho i admittedly listen to a lot of true crime podcasts, i dont know much about fbi life and also definitely don't know about it historically. part of me desperately wants to put him somewhere else even if it does have to stay within the fbi. i might cheat and make him like a Q(uartermaster) to 007/00s like in james bond, and he's like UGH this is horrible god i hate working for the fbi but they will give me funding so...... anyway, here's this totally cool [radio term]. that said, if hardison is stuck in the fbi, why he ends up there is that he is a fucking savant when it comes to research and the man can put together a presentation like no one else. that white man gets all the credit for profiling but it was hardison who goddamn was the google of the microfilm days. reggie felt super square but that might be because he had to deal with mcsweeties db cooper shit day in and day out for years. hardison is more himself. and definitely still a nerd. alec would be into dime fantasy novels and comics and ham radios and oh god he also would be into star trek like the original star trek as it came out and he would be into the zines yes! yessss. omg. also he plays a mean arcade cabinet. but he's mostly well adjusted but lonely. his colleagues dont appreciate him because fbi esp during that time were fucking wilding out and racist as hell aaaaaand im sorry im srry im trying so hard to have fbi hardison make sense but also! acab. ANYWAY.

second, the relationship

i think it would be fun to play with what it means to have parker/eliot start off first and bring in hardison afterwards. (if white collar is your thing, it would be like this canon divergent ot3 fic wherein peter burke is the last to join in.) i feel they would be Super Intense esp since they are carrying this big ass secret. kind of broken and dysfunctional and there's the passion and the commitment, but i think there's also a tenderness that's super hard for them to achieve? and i think there's a way that hardison plays such an important part in who they are and how they are. like, sure i think parker/eliot would have joy but they won't have levity. they would have compassion but they won't have gentleness.

eliot meets hardison after being recruited by nate. i think they get close because while nate and eliot have an interesting and compelling mentorship/friendship, nate is still eliots superior; sometimes its nice to complain about your boss, as hardison will say to eliot to try to make friends. i think hardison and eliot would become legit friends and not just work buddies because they are just not cut out of the same cloth as the rest of their colleagues. they grab beers after work. after hard days, hardison cajoles eliot into going to the arcade. they are friends. real real truly deep best friends, in a way hardison didn't think he could have with a fed and eliot didnt think he would have after his friend died. but also? they are like "buds" who are buds who are desperately tryna to cross any lines because there's a.... tension? an UST between them they dont know what to do with.

parker meets eliot by way of a "lets have my friend for dinner, he's a blast." and immediately immediately hardison is like... wow this woman is beautiful but like, really attracted to her personality. and parker things hardison is kinda dorky but cute dorkie? anyway, they have a puppy love situation growing. and it keeps growing until bam. eliot and parker are like. are we into alec???? fuck we are aren't we.

i think stephanie and steve would never tell reggie (even if somehow they were to be a thing). but parker and eliot? hell yeah they tell hardison. eventually. after a while. sooner than maybe they should. the tension if they should say something is one of the things that build up as UST between them for so long; parker and eliot know they are carrying this huge thing. two huge things. eliot being db cooper and also their massive crush on him.

if i could control myself to stick to a pwp, it would be another christmas. maybe the christmas nine (more?) years down the road. the damn snow grounded hardison's flight back to his nana's, and parker and eliot hear this and invite him over. the egg nog gets flowing and parker eventually is like,, fuck this. and comes onto hardison. and hardison would be like wow wow what but... idk, free love and swinging were In The Thoughts And Minds Of The People. he still checks in with eliot who is like. her body, man; i aint gonna tell her what to do. and for a sec hardison is like, man is this a cuck situation? i guess i can be for it but also...... aint mad if i aint alone. and eliot is so grateful and idk. i just want them all to be happy and having fun and no one to be left out. and yeah i am kinda brushing over a lot of the racial politics which, in a more developed fic rather than a pwp, would definitely need to be brought in; but idk that needs to just be in the bedrock of whatever plot is going into this.

it takes a lot of maneuvering of their lives but they make it work and eventually hardison is a keeper of eliot's secret too.

(apart from the historical aspect, another reason i probably won't actually write this is because i know myself. i would want to do worldbuilding. i would follow eliot and alec to their jobs, but i wouldnt want to write outright copaganda. the grit/realism i would be comfortable with would take a level of research i dont think i can commit to. but if someone wants to take this up or if you figure out a way around this issue, pls do i wont be mad)

#eliot spencer #parker leverage #alec hardison #leverage #thiefsome #okay i srsly am not this active but this week got me wanting to talk and talk about these three beauties #the db cooper job

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luminous-shifting-vibes · 3 years

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*sequel* to actual fucking quotes from the shiftblr coffeehouse discord server

once again, it's out of context because x1000 funnier

also x1000 longer than previous post

"ur satan is gnc af"

"Bestie I’m already having gender envy over a fucking demon please"

"O_O ODEPIJHFbavevisdpvfhzdcnjawedsidjksjdkoeirjfmkdsoeirujdksodifjndmksoidfjdksidfj ITS" NOT IN MY FRAFTS IS SPEDNT 1 hour PN THAT SHIT"

"AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

"ohoho sexy"

"I am very proud of myself"

"himbo x edgy fuck"

"YOU COULD SQUISH HES CHEECKS"

"he has teefs"

"SQUASH"

"good for biting 📷"

"he's a himbo basically"

"B͂̒̄iͫ̍̈tͧ̓ͯè̄̇"

"bifth"

"i havent watched blue exorcist in years but mr okumura my beloved </3"

"MY LIFE QUESTIONS HAVE BEEN ANSWERED"

"is it important information to mention that the person i put up for my turn is the son of satan" "I know like 1 thing about everyone who isnt ranboo lmfao"

"crimes"

"tumblr sexyman"

"idk why but my first thought was cowboy onceler"

"I vibe with him but he is very long and twisty"

"steampunk e-girl"

"steampunk tumblr sexyman"

"Canonically bi crimelord I agree!!"

"OOO FRIEND SHAPED"

"ARTIST SIGHTED"

"they look like someone i would want to be friends with but is way cooler than me so i'd never actually talk to them"

"babby..... would die for him"

"honestly i probably kin him"

"i'm sure he's lovely but he looks way too much like my ex i'm sorry-"

"i'd be down for another rotation! i have another twink to show y'all"

"Also :00 blonde friend"

"Let us all infodhmo"

"Hsjagdvbs shhh im on phone"

"Nix woukd you like to joon?

"skitters away"

"I have two braincells and they both drink dumb bitch juice"

"oof wait whats the order again i have 0 memory"

"i want to bond with him over cosplay-"

"Awkwardly watches in band kid"

"One day I'm gonna a broadway star"

"which isnt to say they were bad. they were just fortnite dancing during rehersals"

"I threw it so hard my glasses flew off and slid under the stage right divider"

"anyway heres my boi"

"emo"

"haha emo"

"virgil sanders kinnie"

"he looks like he listens to my chemical panic at the fallout boy"

"Bro I bet he'd kick my ass with his deck"

"bird man my beloved"

"fuck i had so much to say and then i forgot it all"

"Birds!!"

"guiguhuh"

"crabrave"

"She sounds like someone I would end up stealing her personality"

"yess name collector gang"

"alias glass aiden haven absinthe fish brick rice"

"But I have Cypress, Remure, Genesis, Lemres, and Comet"

"And she's named after a mars candy bar bc alien"

"Hey, if plato went by plato, you can be king thief"

"im not dissing my gramma like that shfojd"

"My dad has seven legal names" "bitches be like *looks at fictional character* *steals their name* it's us we're bithces"

"coraline lowkey traumatized me but i adore it regardless"

"mmmmmm magic man :]"

"°0° green man"

"criminal (affectionate)"

"he would shoplift a candy bar from walmart and then brag to all of his friends about the sick stealing he did"

"despite the fact he's canonically been capable of overpowering a minor deity"

"i would commit so many crimes for him"

"Very babey"

"Yes please tell green man he is very pog"

"he also keeps a lot of dumb secrets"

"but I will sorely miss the chaos and energy of this here chat until I wake again" (by request XD)

"i just say words and if they're funny then they're funny"

"* or extremly chaotic either works"

"at this point we are just taking turns rambling"

"oH--"

"bc my brain has a schedule"

"Hopefully they have gyoza there or I will lose my mind"

"hehe yes spooky man"

"my ghost glucose guardian"

"the head of the undead group that lives there, and we end up dating. (yes I date a ghost, no I will not be taking constructive criticism /lh)"

"ghosts r just inherently sexy"

"i mean im becoming a squid thing so"

"Raven quirk raven quirk!!"

"ł â m p"

"łæmp"

"mothman: ooh lamp you look very nice today! do you come here often? mothman: wait shit no"

"I'd date a ghost"

"mine is still accurate, i am still sobbing (/j)"

"p e e p e e"

""@nick wilde is a tumblr sexyman" is the best thing i have ever seen"

"im sorry im cackling like a dying hyena"

"you're all 12 year olds"

"PEENIE"

"He once caused global warming on accident so he could get a tan"

"god, what a himbo. i love him"

"that reminds me of my friends kin assigned me jesus"

"Man outside of battle be like: princely crying but then in battle hes like: "CATACLYSM! DISASTER! DEVASTATION!" Chill out man"

"Every time I talk about satan it never fails to shock people it's my favorite thing to do"

"im kin assigning him roman sanders" ""Oh yeah he caused global warming because he wanted to get girls" "he what""

"oh damn i forgot satan was straight"

"twink appreciation club"

"give us the twinks"

"my first thought was bottom-"

"so many people to try and get his dad to love him"

"daddy issued"

"OH MY GOD ITS WILBUR"

"Big boy but"

"anyways janus is swagggg"

"........................."

"gib twink"

"give twink then i will share"

"holds him gentle like hamburger"

"This dumb bitch opened a book that said "do not open" and got possessed by a little bastard"

"he is. fragile creachur"

"klug is beauty klug is grace i would let him step on my face"

"If I'm playing swap and I have to hear one more "Pwanet Powew" Im gonna lose it"

"Who is to blame? Pandora or the box?"

"Bakugo isnt my type but I respect the drip"

"i say like my type isnt long-haired pretty boys and girls that look so gnc that people have a history of confusing them for men"

"hes a gremlin and i can appreciate a pretty gremlin"

"that is to say i am attracted to VFlower vocaloid. This is a confession."

"note i am a lesbian"

"You may like Schezo wegey"

"why does he have one single expression"

"soul soul eater passes the vibe check"

"magic wand"

"I Want To Hold His Hand"

"i would commit a war crime for him any war crime idc which one"

"my favorite one is when he sounded rlly gay because he said "Muscular bodies keep me satisfied""

"p e a n u t"

"Klug is a homophobic homosexual its just facts"

"grug from the croods is peak male performance"

"jaw drops to floor, eyes pop out of sockets accompanied by trumpets, heart beats out of chest, awooga awooga sound effect, pulls chain on train whistle that has appeared next to head as steam blows out, slams fists on table, rattling any plates, bowls or silverware, whistles loudly, fireworks shoot from top of head, pants loudly as tongue hangs out of mouth, wipes comically large bead of sweat from forehead, clears throat, straightens tie, combs hair Ahem, you look very lovely."

"tag yourself im the fireworks shooting from the top of the head"

"i like essays"

"central time gang"

"11:11 pog-" (wait... is that a suprise angel number?? yes it is lovelies just for you <3)

"Then again im also a dumbass bitch who wonders what the souls in soul eater taste like. SERIOUSLY THOUGH. THEY LOOK TASTY AS HELL!!!! LIKE GODDAMN BRO YOU'RE MAKING ME FUCKING HUNGRY. Like. that shit- it's Bone Apple motherfucking Teeth. hell yea my guy. Im hongy now.... shlorp I'm seriously considering this. Like. They seem kinda like a liquid? But a solid? Are they like jello? The fuck they taste like my guy???? I keep imagining they're like sour, like sour candy maybe? Or do they taste salty? Sweet? Maybe some combo of two? Do they even have a taste or is it about the texture? The sensation? God my mouth is watering what the hell. I am starving. I think I need to go get a cookie. I'm gonna go get a cookie. Brb. I'm better. I'm still craving souls though. Which is a weird-ass cringey thing to say but I'm being dead-ass rn. They just.... look tasty???? And I wanna eat one. Thus. I am shifting to Soul Eater for the express purpose of satisfying my fucking cravings. enjoy"

"points were made"

"jello? more like helloooo schloooAHFJDSDAIDWNALDHSJKDAIDANDM"

"WAIT I THINK I HAVE AN ANIME GIRL BITING VIDEO TOO"

"anime girl voice: mmm! mm... ahhhhmp!! mmm, mmm... aaahmp!"

"i think it sounds great i'm going to start eating like that"

"several people are typing"

"do these look edible to you"

"forbidden gummies"

"when I was on lsd I couldn't eat my fruit gummies because I thought they were alive because they had little faces on them"

"oh shit yeah don't do drugs"

"anyways general consensus is puyos are edible, ty for your input everyone"

"everypony is a word so powerful it can bring nations to its knees"

"pls the self control it's taking me not to say "hewwo everypony" in gen chat when someone new joins-"

"hewwo evewrypony uwu deaw cewestia i hopwe it doewsnt wain owo"

"ive cooked up a sowution wiwth the knowwege ive acwued. they say a kitcwen time saves niwne, but im just savwing two. Ive gathewwed the inwedients to make a time sowbet. Thewe's hawdly woom fow seconds when the seconds mewt away."

"I had a ten year old sister... you know what happened to her??? very sad, very tragic... she turned eleven....."

"NIIICE"

"Guts dont say the secks word :( /j"

"watch your fucking language in front of the president"

"im so sorry lumi"

"i think you're like ehhhh 8/10 funny"

"now me???? 10/10. Hilarious"

"sometimes i have to take a step back and remember that this is the same guts i follow on tumblr /lh"

""ok every here's some good shifting advice!!! uwu have a good day" "yeah i did lsd and ate fruit gummies""

"i have one setting and it's whatever this is"

"my bitch ass cat just pushed the door open with his fuzzy face and now my sleeping dad is being lulled into dreams by Cosmo Sheldrake's 'Pliocine'."

"me on discord: nick wilde"

"me on tumblr: shifting water! haha funne! me on here: my hermit crabs are cannibals also i want to eat souls."

"im sorry yOUR VIBESA RE JUST SO DIFFERNT"

"u give off older cousin ive never spoken to but always admire at the family gatherings vibes"

"what the fuck"

"BC I HAVE LIBERTU"

"If you adopt me then yes"

"am I qualified for dad jokes???"

"we're all a lot smarter on tumblr"

"I'm like "awww... sweet... sweet little shiftlings... posting such sweet shiftling content... so pure, so wholesome... does not even know abcs....""

"can't think before you speak if you never think B)"

"I'm not responsible enough to be a mom"

"cat pet"

"show us pictures of the cat or i will do Crime"

"maybe thats me being a coward tho"

"MOTH!!!! MOTH MY BELOVED"

if y'all want I can make this a series bc shiftblr keeps giving me more content

#tw drugs #tw swearing #tw cannibalism #tw crime #tw food #tw homophobia #shitpost #out of context #out of context quotes #lumi's quotes

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luvreyn · 4 years

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My Manhwa List (2020) Part 2

2020 just started but a lot has been going on, please stay healthy in these trying times. Hopefully, these manhwas would keep you entertained (like they did to me) and kept you from being too anxious & lonely.

Flirting with the Villain's Dad

Description:

Ack! I'm trapped in this webnovel, "Brigitte Wants to be Happy!" No prob, I KNOW what's gonna happen so I'll just—wait. I'm not Brigitte? I'm her aunt, Princess Yerenika?! Uh-oh. I'm stuck 20 years before the main plot... and everyone in my generation ends up tragically dead! Her parents, dead. Me, dead. Villain's dad, King Euredian, dead. A-ha! That's the key. I just need to prevent the villain from being born... time to break out some seduction schemes and flirt like my life depends on it!

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- plot = 5/5 a new favorite!

- art style = 5/5 reminds me of rae x noah art and something else

- characters are all good looking, so aesthetic!

- seriously, this is a gem

- f u n n y

- isekai-sh?

- mc is so cute!!!!

- ml is so so handsome

- few chaps for now but so goodd

- i’m so excited for whats in store

- read this pls so we can fangirl togetherr!

- conclusion, a very good manhwa and highly recommended!

Invitation of Mystic Messenger

Description:

The official comic adaptation of the dating-sim game phenomenon has arrived! Hana is usually a glass-half-full sort of person, but lately, nothing seems to be going her way. After yet another fruitless day of job hunting, she finds herself pouring out all her frustrations to a stranger in the street. The kind stranger disappears before they get a chance to exchange names or numbers, however, leaving behind a phone with nothing but a single messenger app. “Can you read this message…?” As soon as Hana logs on, username “Unknown” tells her they know the person she is looking for. Although a little suspicious, she is intrigued. Who was the stranger that lent her a shoulder to cry on? Who is this “Unknown” she is chatting with? To find the answers to her questions, she must first accept a mysterious invitation. Time to get reacquainted with Jumin, 707, Zen, Yoosung, Jaehee and the rest of Mystic Messenger!

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- ohmyghad

- plot = ?/5 it only has the prologue but i have great expectations bcoz this is base on a game by the same name (if u dont know it then its ok cause i havent played it either lmao)

- artstyle = 5/5 they look so gooood!

- this has great potential & i’m looking forward to how they’ll incorporate it!

- conclusion, april 12th cant come fast enough! i wanna read it!

Lamia Orphe is Dead

Description:

Lamia Orphe is to become the future successor of the Orphe dukedom but at 22 years of age, she suddenly decides to give up her own title. On the other hand, the 2nd Prince, Aquila Theodore Benzer, has powers that transcend beyond that of a normal human. Notorious for being cruel and merciless as the son of the "desert witch," he competes against his brother, the 1st Prince Ethan Tayler Benzer, to succeed the throne. What lies in store for Aquila and Lamia? How are their fates intertwined with the legendary dragon?

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- i cri

- plot = 6/5 because its what it deserves

- artstyle = 4.5/5

- ml is precious ok he is!

- mc is such a precious bean for wanting to protect her little brother

- this is a gem

- i just wanna cry why do ppl do them dirty huhuhu

- pls read they’re so precious together

- ml treats her like a queen which she deserves

- in this house we dont want toxic males!

- c u t e

- ml loves her so much that its so painful

- conclusion, HIGHLY RECOMMENDED!

The Villainess Turns the Hourglass

Description:

After her lowly mother married a count, Aria enjoyed a life full of luxury while harassing her gentle stepsister Mielle. Several years later, Aria is about to be executed when Mielle reveals that she wickedly tricked Aria into building the bad reputation that ultimately brought her to the scaffold. Just as Aria desparately wishes she could change her fate, she sees a curious hourglass that takes her back into the past. Now, Aria can destroy Mielle by using her own tactics against her like a true villainess. The power of the hourglass is on her side... Can Aria take everything from Mielle, or will her actions change the past in ways she couldn't have imagined? Based on the hit novel.

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- plot = 5/5

- artstyle = 3.5/5

- a villain that acts like a villain? check

- f u n n y

- i love manipulative mc (its aria btw)

- aria’s plot and schemes to get back at her backstabbing sister is entertaining

- promising & full of potential

- cant say much bout ml cause he hasnt made much appearance yet

- interesting concept!!

- conclusion, a new fav!

This Witch of Mine

Description:

In these times, if you're too good or bad at something or simply too beautiful, you're called a witch. The truth is deeper than everyone realizes. Up against dark intentions, an outcast young boy and a mysterious witch will need more than just magic spells and incantations; they’ll need each other.

WHY YOU SHOULD READ:

- why u do this to me author sunbae!

- seriously i just wanna cry after i read this

- plot = 10/5 because thats what it deserves

- artstyle = 4.5/5 kinda reminds me of lamia orphe’s art style

- a gem

- personal favorite

- i cri

- a rollercoaster ride!

- all characters are lovable & humane

- spoiler: “youre miserable because you love me more than you love them”

- OHMYGHAD

- i love all the male lead & mc ok

- male leads (bcoz they’re many) treats my girls so well i just wanna

- a touching story about love & friendship

- i think this often overlook but READ THIS

- conclusion, a super duper highly recommended series that touches you!

#this witch of mine #Mystic Messenger #Lamia Orphe is Dead #manhwa #manhwa recommendation #the villainess turns the hourglass #Flirting with the Villain's Dad #Invitation of Mystic Messenger #reyn.manhwarecs #reynlist

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randomcanbian · 3 years

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(re: Fandom Meme) B, D, N, P, R, Y ??? (also if you feel like answering T again about anything else pls do (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) (also let the record know that your first answer was *chef kiss* wonderful and should've been canon imo (╯▽╰ ))

B - A pairing you initially didn’t consider but someone changed your mind

Felix x fem!Byleth from FE3H... I thought it’d be the same as f!Dimileth (the fandom version of it at least) where the man is like ~~ohhhh I’m a monster I’m so broken ahhh I push people away and go on berserker rages because of my tragic backstory~~ and the woman has to be gentle and kind, the epitome of femininity (despite being a mercenary who had been trained to kill since she was 11...), basically put himself above her on so many levels and the onus is on her to ~~fix him~~~...but apparently not??? The fancontent is so gorgeous and has them as equals, both lonely people who’ve had their childhood taken away from them, both who’ve closed themselves off from the world (or in Byleth’s case, has never known how to open herself up to it), both of them seeing themselves in each other, both taking it upon themselves to meet each other half-way and from thereon help each other process their past and walk forward into the future...damn man, the kinship and the partnership in this ship... (also it really helps that 1. Felix is awed at Byleth’s swordsmanship and tactical mind and pushes himself to surpass it, forming a foundation for a healthy rivalry 2. the fandom does not forget that Byleth is her own person and not just Felix’s partner *cough* Dimileth *cough* Edeleth *cough*)

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can’t

Hmmmm well sometimes I wished (in general) that I could actively ship mlm couples, just because there’s so much content for them :)) (don’t get me started on how fandom gravitates towards male characters and mlm ships...lmao someone way back then gave me the excuse that it’s because the actual creators put more effort into their male characters and that they end up becoming more complex and interesting and like *looks at my fandoms where there are just as many girls as guys, just as interesting (if not more so) backstories and dynamics and interactions for the female characters, looks at the sheer number of mlm shippers in those fandoms who squeeze the most out of every insignificant moment for their male characters while ignoring the depth and complexity of the female characters* sure)

N - Name three things you wish you saw more of in your main fandom (or a fandom of choice)

Glee

1. Fanfic with more “out-there” ideas :)) (Don’t get me wrong, there are fanfics that fall far from Glee’s high school/young adult/modern-coming-of-age setting, and even for fics that do fall under those spheres there are some that deal with complex, intricate themes in such an incredible manner or even if not that are just plain enjoyable but like,,, there aren’t enough for my ever-expanding hunger HAHA)(my last couple of fandoms were dark fantasy/sci-fi/whatever The Good Place is so I guess I just got spoiled lmao)

2. More analytical thinking LMAO I guess it just frustrates me that there are so many people in the fandom who take things at face value??? Given how biased the writers are and how shit they are at continuity it really doesn’t make sense to me that so many people take things so literally haha

3. More fanart unu I totally understand though that the fandom isn’t as big as it once was but a girl can dream, you know?

P - Invent a random AU for any fandom (we always need more ideas)

Something that I had wanted to write for Brittana (since 2012!) but never had the brain cells to: a sailor!AU where the characters live on a flat world and they’re trying to sail towards its edge (encountering so many mythical beasts and legends on the way) (may or may not be inspired by C.S. Lewis’ The Voyage of the Dawn Treader haha)

Special mention to this AU since I've used for at least three fandoms by now haha: Pygmalion&Galatea!AU wherein one character creates a statue and her love for it brings it to life :)))

R - A pairing you ship that you don’t think anyone else ships

LMAO I went through Bae Doona’s body of work (what was available of it at least) in 2015 and ended up shipping her character Park Hyun-nam with her best friend (Yoon Jang-mi) in 플란다스의 개 (Barking Dogs Never Bite)...I wrote a very small ficlet of them (I literally had to create the section for them in ao3...and lmao I just checked and I am still the only fic in there HAHA)(please don’t look for my account btw all my fics are so self-indulgent and atrocious huhu) and I also made this gifset of them :))) As far as I know I am literally the only one in the entire world who ships them HAHA

Similar story for her character Ri Bun-hui in 코리아 (As One)...although honestly if it turns out that a decent number of people have seen this movie I’d be surprised that no one else shipped Bun-hui with Hyun Jung-hwa??? Because they??? Tennis table rivals from North Korea and South Korea who have to team up to win at the Olympics??? Jung-hwa trying to get Bun-hui and her team to loosen up??? Them becoming closer??? When the Olympics are over and the North Korea team have to go home, and Jung-hwa chases after the bus and tries to reach for Bun-hui’s hand, realizing that they might never see each other again??? I??? (Just...I had to make this gifset of their hands: when they first meet each other, when one takes the other’s for comfort, the last time their fingers will ever touch...)(Also let’s ignore that it’s a re-telling of real life event akjsndaskj haha)

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending, about anything at all

(Thank you roseate ;u; I’m glad that you agree and are interested with my headcanons ;o;)

Santana’s a trivia nerd and is the type to deep-dive down Wikipedia pages which is why she makes all those obscure references :))) (Also a more specific version of this headcanon, not something that I’d die defending but like,,, something that I won’t let anyone take away from me lmao is that she’s a TV/movie buff, dabbles in comics (specifically, DC and follows character like Wonder Woman, the Birds of Prey, Poison Ivy/Harleyquinn, Batwoman, and Renee Montoya), and started getting a little into theater/musicals after spending time with Kurt and Rachel :))) She also has a record player back in Lima and has a bunch of vinyl records back home (back in high school she’d play a couple of slow songs and just slow dance with Britt in the privacy of their bedrooms uwu)(imagine this scene and this song playing in the background ;u;)

Y - What are your secondhand fandoms (fandoms you aren’t in personally but are tangentially familiar with because your friends/people on your dash are in them)

BTS, because so many of my friends are KPOP fans

Genshin, also because so many of my friends are into it

魔道祖师 (The Grandmaster of Demonic Cultivation) because my close friend fangirls over them so much and we just exchange anecdotes with me and Glee/Fire Emblem and her and TGDC

Critical Role and My Brother, My Brother and Me podcast because my gf is a huge fan of them :))

Not quite there yet, but I am looking forward to having Dostoevsky’s extended universe as a secondhand fandom HAHA

#ask meme #thank you for the questions!!!#(mayhaps you'd like to do the ask meme yourself so I could ask my own questions 👀)#(also I am so so sorry for taking so long with replying to your messages ;o;)#(you ask the most interesting things friend and I gotta make sure that what I'm saying isn't complete gibberish aksjdnasjkdna)#(also!!! feel free to chat me up on tumblr even if I haven't replied yet (if you want to!))#(I may take forever to answer messages but I'm a lot more prompt with short-form chatting ;u;)#(also ngl I miss hearing your Thoughts hehe))#roseateinferno

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briarrosescurse · 4 years

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(read from left to right)

"Promise me one thing, my child. No matter what, no matter who asks you - never speak of the curse. It will only bring you misfortune if you were to."

☆ — to clarify: roza's family has been cursed for generations and they've worked hard to maintain its status as a secret in order to not let their power as a noble family be shaken in any shape or form - the curse is after all their main vulnerability.

that's why there's no information on the curse within the books that the school's library provides or is her family allowed to talk to outsiders about it (unless they are trusted enough).

but of course, things don't always go as planned.

sjdjdk enough with the Serious Talk, hi, this is my very first, properly done comic so pls be gentle with me and fjfjfj IM SORRY IF ITS TOO DRAMATIC HDJDJ but !!! i hope u guys like it !!! ☺️💖

#twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #twisute oc #twisute #twst oc #twst #rozalina von dorimé #malleus draconia #diasomnia #[my art]#[malleus/roza]#[comic]

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tossacointoyourarchivist · 3 years

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the first

Dream Saga Episode 0.1 preview (full comic on my WordPress)

[I am not good at describing images for accessibility, however I am including a narration of the story below - tried to keep it at ten images but alas...]

[Also pls be gentle, this is the first time I’ve done artwork like this so I’m still trying to figure out how to use programs and how to Art]

i’ve been having ve̵r̷y̶ ̷s̶t̴r̴a̸n̴g̵e̵ ̶d̴r̸e̵a̸m̴s lately, but they seem different than my normal weird and lucid dreams. i’m gonna tr̶y̶ ̵t̴o̷ ̶r̸e̵c̴o̴u̶n̸t̶ ̶t̷h̴e̴m̴ ̵t̴o̴ ̸y̷ou all. i feel like i h̴a̷v̴e̵ ̶t̶o̵ .

(content warning: cosmic disturbances, funky dream logic; warning for full comic on WordPress: descriptions of pain, blood depiction and description, general aura of unease, may add tags later if requested)

I woke up in bed, but my ceiling was gone and I could see the night sky. But something was different, wrong. It was like the sky if I was no longer on the planet – I felt like I could see every star in the galaxy. I got out of bed to investigate, but there was something even stranger outside my door. I realized that my door was gone entirely and a long, bright road stretched before me, my bedroom no longer behind me as I stood in the void. As I neared the end of that road, I saw an old, gnarled tree – and perched upon a knotted, twisted branch was a bird. A crow.

The bird said, “I know why you’re here. Do you?” I did not. “That’s okay,” said the bird, “You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Who are you,” I finally asked. The bird cocked its head to the side, like it had to think on it, “I don’t think there is a word in human tongues that captures it perfectly, but for now, you may call me the Assistant.”

#Original Work #original art #original writing #original fiction #original characters #the assistant #digital art #beginner artist #comics #original comic #cosmic horror #writing dreams #weird dreams #tw unreality

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mccnyoongi · 5 years

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the yoongi thigh riding drabble 😫😫😫 sis ur tryna kill me alsooo i know u said ur trying not to go for the “riding yoongi in his studio chair” trope however i FULLY support indulging in this trope 😉 i rlly love ur writing tho omg 🥰

+ anon said: hi im uh read your latest work and rEALLY LIKED IT so can i please request riding yoongi in his studio chair??? thanks if you would posts it!

+ another anon said: yoongi drabble, were where y / n and he have sex in his studio, pls?

hsfjksfh TWIST MY ARm why dont u !! (i told yall id do nasty soon) now i wanna write a multi-chaptered undergroundrapper!yoongi sjkfjsdf

⇢ word count: 2K+ (lmao)

⇢ warnings: unprotected sex, dom!yoongi, starts SUPER soft then devolves into filth, undergroundrapper!yoongi bc ion like writing idol!au skdfjsdfk, degradation, yoongi’s hands

Yoongi’s passion has always been one of your favourite things about him- if he cares about something, he’ll give his all to it. Thankfully you fall under that category. The only question is whether you’re first or second on the list, constantly competing with his music.

With Yoongi garnering a fair amount of success from his life as an underground rapper, you understand why it’s starting to take over more and more of his life, you really do. You loved Yoongi, you loved his music. But you couldn’t help but start to… miss your boyfriend. A sad irony that you could miss the man who’s been, as of late, spending the majority of his time in his ‘studio,’ aka the spare room of your shared apartment that he said was about a quarter the size of a proper studio.

How could you miss someone that was less than fifteen feet away from you, two doors away? You weren’t sure that it was possible until now, lying in bed, Yoongi’s side cold and the offensive red light of your bedside alarm clock telling you it’s far past the time your boyfriend promised he’d be in bed by. You sigh, sitting up, knowing that you wouldn’t get any sleep if you just sat there and stewed in your negativity. So instead you’d seek him out.

Thankfully there isn’t a lock on the door, he hasn’t gotten around to putting one in yet. You know the day will come soon, since last time your friends were over, Jungkook and Jimin had managed to sneak their way in, looking like guilty puppies when Yoongi had caught them.

Lock or not, Yoongi didn’t even hear you, ears covered by his almost comically oversized headphones, his dyed blonde head bobbing to whatever beat he’s working on at the moment. You can’t help but smile fondly at the sight of your sweet boy so immersed in the thing he’s dedicated his life to.

He’s only made aware of your presence when you wrap your arms around his shoulders from behind. He finally takes those ridiculous headphones off, pausing the track and letting you rest your chin on the top of his head.

You look at the two monitors in front of him as though you have any idea what’s going on on the screens. “Hard at work, huh genius?”

You feel him cock his head under you and he hums gently, one of his large hands- something about him you first fell in love with when you saw it, pale and slender, gripping a microphone on stage- grabbing at yours. “Sorry,” He mumbles, and you can tell by the timber and the gruffness of his voice that he hasn’t spoken a word since he came into this room a couple of hours ago. “Lose track of time in this room. No windows.”

“S’okay Yoon. Just missed you is all.”

Your words are innocent but they tug at his heart and make him shut his eyes for a moment. He never wants to make you feel like second best, but the way he falls into things sometimes makes him forget that anything else exists in the world. But now he wants to be close to you, to touch you, to make it all up to you.

“C’mere,” He’s tugging at the hand he has in his grip, and he keeps tugging until you’ve circled around his chair to stand in front of him. “Up on my lap, babe.” An offer you couldn’t refuse. So you don’t.

You’re straddling him now, well-toned but not overtly muscular thighs under you- a familiar and welcoming seat of yours. His warmth is comforting to you and vice versa. “I’ve been neglecting you, haven’t I?” You don’t want to say yes, afraid of hurting his feelings but the pout that graces your features gives it all away.

“I know, baby, I’m sorry,” One of his large hands comes up to cup your face, and he coos softly when you lean and nuzzle into his palm, as if he isn’t thinking of all the filthy and depraved things he’s been missing out on with you while he’s been cooped up in his studio. “‘M gonna make it up to you.”

And then his mouth is on yours, and you’re reminded why you love kissing Min Yoongi so much. He’s careful and intense, every movement backed by the same confidence and dominance he exudes when he’s on stage. It’s when you deepen the kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, skilled and tactful, that you realize you weren’t just here for a quick visit.

“Yoongi,” You murmur as soon as he’s pulling back, detaching your mouths. You’re momentarily hypnotized by the string of spit that still connects the two of you, staring at it until it breaks. Yoongi notices this fascination of yours, and give you a smirk you regret ever confessing to him you find sexy.

“Are you getting all desperate for me, silly girl? Hm?” You can’t help but rut your hips against his own at the words, loving the way they fall out of his mouth so lazily but with as much purpose as a presidential speech. “So needy ‘nd squirmy for me… Love seeing you so fucking desperate, you know.” His hands are travelling up your sleep shirt- aka an old band shirt of his that you had staked your claim over before the two of you had even moved in together.

His hands don’t go where more inexperienced ones might immediately go but instead traverse up and down your back, leaving delicious goosebumps in their wake. You shiver both from the feeling, and from the anticipation of what’s to come. You go to take your shirt off but are stopped by two hands circled around your wrists. “Patience,” Yoongi’s voice is next to your ear now, as he’s pulled you down using the grip he has on you.

He’s made it clear that while you may be on top of him, he’s the one with control. And he’s fucking revelling in it, you can see it in the sparkle in his eyes as he lets go of your wrists. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll take care of you, I promise,” You trust him wholeheartedly, and communicate this with a nod. You know he understands when his hands slide down, under your shirt once more, this time staying far lower.

“Soaking wet and I’ve barely even done anything,” He’s so cocky and you should be annoyed but you can’t find it in you, instead you feel yourself get even hotter at his words. “Panties off, little girl.”

His tone leaves no room for arguing, so you scramble to stand up and follow his demands, panties lost somewhere behind him. You go to get back onto your spot on his lap, missing it already, but are stopped once more by his hands. One is on your waist, holding you steady, only using a portion of its strength and the other is on your face, squishing your cheeks, opening your mouth and pushing your lips out obscenely.

He looks like he’s still deciding what the hell to do with you, how hard to go. Then he’s cocking his head, brazen smirk back on his face as he pushes you down to your knees. The carpeting immediately makes the position uncomfortable as you feel it grating against the skin of your knees. But any discomfort is immediately quelled, or, at least, forgotten, at the sight and sound of Yoongi undoing his belt in front of you- any thoughts of your knees and carpet burn are replaced with the thoughts of Yoongi’s cock. He had that effect on you.

He chuckled at the look in your eyes, finally releasing himself from the confines of his jeans. He sighs at the release, cold air hitting his skin a shock to his rock hard dick. “Practically fucking drooling for this cock, aren’t you?” You nod earnestly and lean forward, towards his cock where his hand works over it lazily. He grabs a fistful of your hair with his other hand, withholding you from what you really want. “So fucking desperate, you slut. You wanna suck my cock so bad? You better do a good fucking job of it, convince me you deserve it in that slutty cunt of yours.”

You barely have time to think about how quickly he shifted from the sweet, loving Yoongi you normally know to this darker version of Yoongi, the one that comes out whenever he’s properly turned on before his hand that’s fisted in your hair is dragging you toward his achingly hard cock. You open your mouth, ready and willing, and mouth at his tip, letting your spit, your drool, collect and fall over it, dripping down the rest of his impressive length. You pull back to give the tip a gentle kiss, barely holding back a giggle when it jumps angrily at you

He breathes out heavily from his spot above you and yanks you back off his cock. “You wanna be a messy fucking tease? Fine. Open your mouth. Now,” You do as he says, not wanting to anger him further.

He collects spit in his own mouth, and you're made to sit and wait patiently, hair a mess and mouth wide open. You don’t have to wait long until he spits into your mouth, the act so filthy, so dirty, you can only close your eyes and whimper, so turned on from it all that you can feel your own wetness starting to drip down your thighs. Messy. “Don’t swallow,” He doesn’t need to explain more as he leads you back to his cock.

You let the combination of your and his spit fall onto his cock, the act obscene but astoundingly erotic. You finally start to swallow down his length like you know he wants, your hands coming up to help. Both of his hands are in your hair now, entirely controlling your actions, the speed of which your sucking his cock.

He finally pushes you down as far as he can, your hands falling to his thighs. Your nose is against his stomach, tickled by the sparse amount of hair there. You can barely breathe from this position, but you take it if only for the groans you hear tumble out of his mouth. “Such a good girl, my best fucking slut,” You moan at the praise, the vibrations making his head fall back on his chair. There’s drool covering both him and your face now, tears welling at the corners of your eyes from the intensity, and every second you can feel yourself getting wetter.

His hands fall slack on your hair, but you don’t pull back just yet, instead, taking the opportunity to swallow around him once, twice, three times. He yanks you off of his cock, his breathing ragged and heavy. He looks at you with a half-lidded gaze. “Up.”

It’s only one word, but he doesn’t need anymore, not with a commanding tone like that. You get back on his lap, immediately calmed and comforted by the spot. He finally tears off the shirt, now wrinkled and covered in drool and precum.

“Now fucking sit on it,” And you can hardly hold yourself back, eagerly lifting yourself up and positioning the head of his cock against your slick entrance. You let yourself fall, the whole of him filling you up perfectly, and so so good.

Yours and Yoongi’s groans mingle together in an unrivalled harmony, the two of you still for a moment as you bask in the feeling. “Being such a good fucking girl,” His hands work up and down your sides. “Now fuck yourself on my cock, and don’t you dare stop. Don’t stop until you full of my fucking cum, ‘till you’re my perfect, messy bitch.”

You start slowly, lifting yourself up until barely an inch is left in your pussy, and drop all the way back down. You continue like this, deep, strong strokes, slowly speeding up until your bouncing on his lap, the obscene sounds of the two of you filling the room, your very own symphony when combined with your groans.

“So good, baby, so fucking good, bouncing on my cock, gonna make such a fucking mess out of you, yeah?” He’s lifting his hips to meet yours, making every downstroke that much more intense.

He lands a spank on your ass, then another, the sharp pain only serving to make you wetter and bounce on him harder. He chuckles in between moans. “You like that, huh? You’ll take anything I give you, ‘cause you’re my perfect little whore.”

You can feel the crescendo coming, building up like a tsunami. “Yoongi- Yoongi please, please, you have to let me come,” Any other time you’d have reservations about begging, but when it came to Yoongi, all pride was left at the door. “Need it.”

“I have to? I don’t have to do anything, whore,” His hand is back on your face, lips puckering out again. You nod in desperate agreement. He’s collecting spit in his mouth once more and you open your mouth wider in anticipation of what’s about to come. He spits in your mouth again, this time wanting you to swallow. It’s a dirty act, so vulgar, and you both groan at the site.

“You see that, slut? You swallow my spit, bounce on my cock and cum for me, all when I fucking tell you to? You understand?”“Yes, Yoongi I do, I’m sorry, please, I’m sorry, jus’ lemme cum.”

“Yeah, yeah, do it, fucking come for me.”

And cum you do, the feeling washing over you like nothing else, eyes closing and your head burrowing itself into Yoongi’s neck, the smell of his sweat comforting. You can hear Yoongi talking himself and you through your orgasms, but the words are too much for you to focus on. You can only feel his cum fill you up, already starting to spill out of you.

You’re both panting in the aftermath, his hands, once harsh, now softly caressing your back. The two of you are slick and sticky with sweat, but it’s the last thing on your minds.

“You still need to work on that song or are you finally gonna come to bed?”

“Please, neither of us are leaving that bed for the next 48 hours, besides to get the door for the take out we order.”

“Sounds perfect.”

#Anonymous #bts smut #yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts drabble #yoongi drabble #baby writes #ik this is over 1000 words i really couldn't help myself #this is where i've been the last 2 days #sfkjfshd yikes!

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blackccnary · 5 years

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birthday gift

after the events of birthmark, beast boy has a little something for a certain birthday girl.

one shot, fluff.

as always, English is not my main language so I apologize for all my mistakes in advance.

still new to writing them, so I’m sorry if the characterization is awful.

very short and under**** the cut, i hope you like it!!!

(someone pls teach me hOW TO MAKE IT LOOK GOOD IN THE APP WITH THE CUT)

A knock on her door after having a mini birthday party with the Titans, her friends, her family, distracted her from the book she had recently started. Curious about why someone would be knocking on her door after they had just parted ways, each to their own room, she stood up from her bed and left the book open in the exact page she was reading. She reached out with her powers to feel who was on the other side, and felt bewildered when she realized it was Beast Boy. It was always easy for her to recognize him. His aura was warm, gentle, soft, with specks of sadness and loneliness, that although they seemed small, they were deep. It always baffled her how, even if he was the epitome of happiness a lot of the time, he carried such a great deal of hurt. She opened the doors and was greeted by a very green, very bashful boy. Quirking an eyebrow, she watched him while he rubbed the back of his neck, while being very entertained with watching his feet.

“Hi?”

Beast Boy lifted his gaze, locking eyes with her. His were wide, with a smudge of uncertainty hidden beneath it. She felt captivated by the green of his eyes. The first time she had seen them up close, she had been so curious about them. Even if she hadn’t seen a lot of human eyes in her life, she was, somehow, sure that his were special, uncommon. They were a green so vivid, and as changing as his DNA. On cloudy days, they were a darker green, a green that gave her goosebumps; on sunny days, they were clear and as warm as the sun, making her feel warm all over. But, overall, they were always changing, and the closer you got, the more you could see how many shades of green they held. You could get lost in them, trying to see all the specks of all the shades of green. (She had almost done it, more than once, blushing madly when she’d realized, and exhaling with relief when she’d seen he hadn’t noticed).

All his nervousness was starting to make her feel nervous too. Damn empathy. Sometimes, when feelings were too strong, she couldn’t help but feel them, as if they were hers, or let them affect her. Somehow, it was always Beast Boy who had that effect on her. Not many could make her empathy go haywire like he did. She always had a firm grip over the limit between her feelings and everyone else’s, her walls tall and sturdy enough to never let anyone’s feelings cross them.

Her eyebrows furrowed when he still didn’t say anything.

“Beast Boy, I was reading. And I’d really like to keep reading, so if you-”

Before she could finish her sentence, he thrust a bag into her hands. Said bag was pretty, black with blue and violet details, containing something that was definitely the form of a rectangle. Curious and confused, she looked into the bag to see the rectangle thing wrapped in paper, with the name of one of her favorites libraries in Jump City written on the front. Surprise invaded her. A pleasant kind of surprise. Her eyes widened and she looked up at the green eyes of the boy in front of her.

“Before all that happened, and when I realized it was your birthday I… I kind of went to that place you always go and bought you something.” His eyebrows settled into a frown. A very cute frown. She felt her cheeks blush slightly at her thoughts. “We both know I don’t know that much about books, especially the kind you probably like but… uh, I hope you like it and I didn’t choose the worst book ever. I just… You deserve to have something nice, you know? And something you like and enjoy. I, uh… I’ll go. Happy birthday, Rae.”

He smiled softly at her and bolted to his room, which was right beside hers. Still in a confused and surprised daze, the empath close the door to her room and leaned on it. She slowly unwrapped the book, trying to not tear the paper. Her eyes shone when she saw the book in her hands. It was of one of her favorite authors, and not just that. She opened it and read the second page.

It was a first edition. With all its’ old book smell, yellowish pages, but well conserved. It looked almost new, although with all that old book magic. She smelled the pages, closing her eyes. Beneath the old book smell, lingered the scent that was only Beast Boy’s. She may have not had his heightened senses, but she could know that much. She recognized it like it was an old, favorite song. The kind you know every lyric, every part of the melody of, no matter how much time passes. A piece of paper fell from it, and she sat on the floor when she picked it up.

Hey, Rae.

I hope you don’t get mad at me for telling the guys about your birthday. And I hope you don’t get mad at me for finding out. But it’s a good day. An awesome day! You were born today, some years ago, and that alone makes it an awesome day. I don’t know why you never told us, or why you want the day to end, but I hope we can make it something to look forward, starting today. We are your friends, Rae. And you being born was the best thing ever. Is. Especially for us. I hope we can make it see like that to you too. Also, I bought you this! I saw you with different books from the same writer, so I kind of thought, hey, maybe they’re your favorite. Like Stan Lee is my favorite comic book writer ever and I read everything he does. I hope I’m right and you like it. You deserve even a bigger and more awesome gift, but I really really hope you like it anyways. I said hope a lot, didn’t I? Sorry, dude.

Happy birthday, Rae.

BB.

With a smile gracing her face, Raven touched the book with all the care she could muster.

She grabbed a pen and a piece of paper, writing something in response of Beast Boy’s note. Closing her eyes, she sent it through the wall to his room, her heart hammering inside her chest.

Giddiness invaded her when she felt Beast Boy’s surprise, and then happiness after reading her note, when she let her walls down.

Her carefully built walls. Those she never let come down.

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hope is a dangerous thing [for a woman like me to have] (scyvie) - pipedream

a/n: i spent most of my time hating this while writing it, nearly gave up on it several times and intended for it to be no more than 1k words when it ended up being over 5k so…. i’m just sorry. shoutout to artificialmeggie for being a lovely beta and alleviating all my fears, also this is my first cop-out of an attempt at smut so pls be gentle. u can find me on here at piipedreams or on ao3 at pipe_dream

summary: for the prompt: “I wish I could hate you." scarlet and yvie have a conversation neither of them were prepared for and decide to address their honest feelings.

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“Fuck, shit!” Scarlet lets out between heavy pants as her body all but writhes. She digs her hands deeper into Yvie’s hair, clawing at her scalp as her eyes squeeze shut and head tilts backwards, back arching instinctually. She’s at the point of no return, has lost all coherent thought or control over her body and actions, finding herself completely at mercy to the other girl’s mouth, twitching and bucking until Yvie gets sick of it, withdrawing her hand from between Scarlet’s legs to seize her hips and slam them down, holding her still with unparalleled force.

Scarlet lets out a string of high-pitched whimpers like there’s no tomorrow, squeaking and moaning, eyes wide open and a single tear trickling down her face as she catches sight of Yvie, her whole face buried in Scarlet’s body. The combination of such intense sensations and the look on Yvie’s face - the slightly glassy eyes looking up at her unblinkingly as she flattens her tongue against Scarlet - causes her to clench and let out a drawn-out scratchy moan from the back of her throat, primal and desperate in a way she’d never been before. She can feel her body gradually tightening, that feeling deep in her stomach growing as she comes closer to orgasm, every nerve heightened as an electric heat pulses through her, rendering her oversensitive and desperate, clawing and babbling and reaching out blindly for something to grasp for support as Yvie’s tongue moves faster, presses harder, becomes a relentless force eager to explore every part of her.

She feels like a circuit, live and full of heat, the current in her pulsing veins lighting her whole body up, goosebumps rising in their wake and a shiver running through her as Yvie all but sets her alight. The muscles in her thighs are tense, her hips slightly cramping but she doesn’t care, even invites the pain, revelling as Yvie scrapes her teeth lightly against her, leading from her entrance to her clit, flicking her tongue against it in a motion that has Scarlet yelling, body convulsing at such intense stimulation. Yvie, as always, is a dream, knowing every part of Scarlet’s body inside out, knowing just the right amount of give and take, teasing and touching and the slight roughness that Scarlet loves, every little trick in the book to get her screaming and shuddering like there’s no tomorrow, overcome with pleasure.

And Yvie knows it, drawing her closer and closer to her climax before suddenly pulling away, causing Scarlet’s eyes to squeeze shut once again as a low groan she didn’t even know she could make is released from her lips in protestation. The absence of feeling is awful, terrible, and she lies there feeling open and exposed and dirty in all the right ways, her cunt spasming as she watches Yvie’s face, covered in her wetness, rise from between her legs with a toothy, cocky grin, brows slightly raised in a manner that taunts her and her desperation, that says “I know you and your body and have full control over it. You’re putty in my hands.”

The sight is too much, the absence of stimulation to her pussy even more, so close to her orgasm that Scarlet is at breaking point. As Yvie tries to suck a hickey into her inner thigh between the smallest bit of laughter at her needy whines, Scarlet digs her fingers back into the hair at her nape, now in the perfect position to pull her off and force eye contact between them. Still struggling to focus on her face but now determined to get what she wants, she yanks Yvie’s head back slightly, revelling in the way her cocky grin immediately disappears, face falling slack with her eyes wide and mouth ajar, caught out and, from the breathy sound she lets out, evidently aroused. Scarlet loves this, the subtle competition, the need deep within both of them to render the other completely useless, to break down every wall and every pretence and force one another to become their most primal and honest selves. And Yvie watches her with wide, waiting eyes, anticipating her next move with an alertness that makes Scarlet feel like the most important person on the planet, another shiver runs through her, pussy clenching around nothing as Yvie rolls her bottom lip between her teeth absent-mindedly. All Scarlet can think about is that fucking mouth.

“You better - fuck - put that fucking mouth of yours back to work before—” Yvie grins at her words, the picture of arrogance once again, nosing at her cunt and pressing her closed lips against it in fleeting movements. Scarlet can’t contain her reactions to such brief contact, gasping as her eyes fall shut on instinct, then trying to maintain control over her body and continue her demand. “Be–Before, oh fuck, before I fucking make you.” Yvie grins at the pathetic attempt at control, reaching up to place a messy kiss to the corner of her mouth too quickly for Scarlet to react to.

“I’d like to see you try sometime,” she teases, running her tongue across her teeth in a clearly drawn-out, unnecessary movement before immediately going to town, not even giving Scarlet a chance to process her words before she wraps her lips around Scarlet’s bud, the sudden onslaught of pleasure racing through her body so intense that she convulses, her bent legs giving out and hitting the bed. Unperturbed by the uselessness of Scarlet’s body, Yvie hooks a hand beneath one of her knees, pulling a limp leg over her shoulder for a better angle as her tongue darts into her wetness and swipes along her cunt once again. But Scarlet is still desperate, so close to orgasm she can almost taste it, and she doesn’t have time for teasing or games, kicking the heel of her wobbly leg against Yvie’s back.

“No. Do that other thing again,” she demands, trying to sound commanding and certain, but her voice comes out cracked and gravelly, barely above a whisper.

Yvie huffs out a breath of laughter and presses a kiss to her inner thigh, mumbling an endeared “Brat,” before repeating her actions, wrapping her lips around Scarlet’s clit and sucking, pulling her head back slightly to draw out the intense wave of pleasure that washes over Scarlet. She tries not to thrash or yell, instead letting out an embarrassing squeak of a moan, panting with her fists tightly gripping the sheets and tears rolling down her face.

Pleased, Yvie repeats the action, again and again and again until Scarlet is crying out, helpless to the noises that take over her body, sparks swimming through her veins and flashes disturbing her vision as though she can see her own pleasure, a bright, hot white and patches of darkness interspersed. She lets her orgasm take over her body, hips twitching and thrusting to meet Yvie’s mouth as her whole body turns to liquid and the electricity inside her turns to a raging heat that spreads like wildfire through her whole body. Her fingers grasp Yvie’s face, hair, head and shoulders blindly for some sense of stability, the only source of solidarity around, hoping her fingers leave bruises in the other girl’s skin to remind her how fucking wrecked she’s left her, her cunt ruined and her body nothing but a vessel for pleasure, for Yvie.

She’s still shuddering and twitching, the overstimulation of Yvie’s unrelenting tongue drawing out her orgasm as though she revels in it, and Scarlet is babbling endlessly, her brain and mouth no longer connected. Her lips, now bloody from how deep her teeth had sunk into them at the height of her pleasure, release sounds and words she does not know, can not control, her body on autopilot in a way her mind has no choice but to be submissive to, giving up its position as ruler to that feeling of unadulterated ecstasy.

“Fuck, Yvie, shit. Oh my god, oh, ah! Shit, I— I can’t— You’re so fucking good. I— ah— I think— fuck— I fucking love you.”

And it’s a good job she came when she did, because her comedown is instantaneous; an abrupt, sobering moment of absolute clarity as Yvie all but leaps away from her body, tumbling backwards so she sits leaning back and bracing herself on her hands, long legs stretched out in front of her, eyes wide and mouth open in an ‘O’ shape that could be almost comical were it not for the situation. Suddenly feeling extremely exposed, any sense of ecstasy or pleasure or thoughtlessness long gone from her body in half a second, Scarlet quickly curls in on herself, pulling her silky dress back down and over the knees she tucks under her chin, trying to hide as much of her body as she can as a pang of shame at being so exposed washes over her. She does not meet Yvie’s eyes. She tries to pretend the other woman isn’t there at all, eyes downcast and her whole body thrumming with the anxious energy of the first uphill climb of a rollercoaster.

Silence coils around them, some kind of invisible wire alive with tension that Scarlet finds herself caught up with as it’s pulled tighter and tighter and she can feel suffocation impending. Even in her worst moments, when she’s fucked up to the point of no return and they’re on the brink of destroying their relationship, Yvie still manages to save her. Breaking the silence carelessly like a knight in shining armour, she so eloquently exclaims “What the fuck?” in a barely audible mumble, breathy like she didn’t mean to say it aloud.

She looks at Scarlet with wide, questioning eyes, awaiting if not demanding a response, setting herself up for disappointment completely as a stunned and brainless Scarlet simply repeats “What the fuck?” Her voice cracks, high-pitched and almost frantic, ending the question with a pathetic squeak that makes her want to curl in on herself even more. Yvie is shaking her head, eyes half shut and jaw clenched like some sort of pissed off angel. It takes everything in her not to seize her by the collar and pull her back down, press their bodies together, make her gasp at the prolonged movements she makes until she comes apart completely. But she doesn’t, because Yvie breaks the silence again.

“What the fuck?” This time she speaks it, still evidently stunned and seemingly somewhat disappointed, if her tone and the way she squeezes her eyes shut as she speaks before looking at Scarlet with slightly narrowed eyes and her nose all scrunched up are anything to go by. Such a scrutinising glare on her should be terrifying, strike fear into the heart of any receiver, and it does, but something about it makes Scarlet able to feel her pulse throughout her entire body, her whole system momentarily shutting down as it skips a beat. Because Yvie really is gorgeous, even when she’s on the brink of anger, frustration, confusion, hatred. She could be Scarlet’s sworn enemy and she’d still have her melting with just the slightest twitch of her face. Scarlet is putty in her hands. She’s never hated it more.

Still ensnared in the tendrils of love, too sensible to fear the pull in her stomach and too naive to think emotional trappings are dangerous to her, Scarlet is unresponsive, relaxing to sink into the warm heat of feelings and letting her heart transport her to another world. She remains still, silent, presence slipping with such ease. She doesn’t notice the way Yvie’s lips curl - or perhaps she does, but for all the wrong reasons - doesn’t seem to find any threat in the way her throat bobs with a harsh swallow, the way she’s stopped blinking and her fists have balled and she remains even with Scarlet in both the intensity of their stares and of the emotions guiding them. It’s a fatal mistake.

“WHAT THE FUCK?” Yvie doesn’t hold back this time, cheeks reddening and eyes damp with rage. Hands fly to her hair and rip at the roots, grappling for some sort of grasp and grounding. Body trembling, she roars the words. Her stance is wide and her face is so screwed up it’s a struggle to discern any feature from itself. Scarlet doesn’t love her any less, being both too sensible and too naive. Too sensible and too naive to rationally process Yvie’s scream.

“STOP YELLING AT ME!” Scarlet wishes she could possess the same level of power as Yvie in a single yell as her own pathetic and whiny voice rings out, tinny in her overwhelmed ears. Her body is shrinking in on herself because she’s been too sensible and too naive to realise that love isn’t enough alone, that it won’t save her from the flurry of emotions that can be so easily mistaken for it. She cowers at Yvie’s words, tears up at the sound of her own. She can hear a ringing in her right ear. She wonders how long it’s been there, how easy it’d been for her to ignore it. The room smells like burning, as though she can taste Yvie’s rage, and perhaps the warmth of love consuming her had simply been the second-hand smoke of Yvie’s fire all along. She catches movement in her peripherals, arms coming towards her slowly, the fluttering of the end of her sheets in the breeze from the open window, a bird flying past somewhere far off, fingers approaching, and suddenly everything around her is so alive, so buzzing and bustling and busy and intense that she wants to tear every nerve from her body and curl up in a corner somewhere, comfortably numb.

But she can’t, so she doesn’t allow Yvie to process her responding yell, doesn’t give her time for regret or apology or comfort, doesn’t welcome back the warmth she knows could consume her. She simply runs, almost tripping over the corner of her bed in her haste, to the nearest separate room, slams the door shut with a resounding and slightly satisfying clang and clicks the lock into place, sliding down the surface until she sits again with her knees by her chin and her open back pressed against the cold wood. She tries, as always around Yvie, to be as small as possible.

In a perfect world, Scarlet is left to herself, allowed to cry and scream and lash out freely, curse herself to high heavens for her stupidity knowing that her house is empty, that she has all the time and space in the world and doesn’t have anything to face behind the door. In a perfect world, Scarlet leaves her body, teleports somewhere grand and rich and dripping in jewels and renaissance paintings and beauty. Prague, Venice, perhaps Budapest - definitely somewhere European, enriched with a deep soulful history - and she pretends the night never happened, that she did not do or say anything out of the ordinary, and she never returns. In a perfect world, she goes back in time and never says what she did, never speaks at all, never fucks Yvie and never even meets her; she saves herself the time, the effort and the onslaught of unsolicited emotion and inevitable heartbreak.

Scarlet’s never quite been able to find perfection, however, no matter how hard she’s searched. So she stays unnaturally still and holds herself as tears, first individual but soon a hot stream that seems never-ending, slide down her face. She cries like a baby, lets it all out for the first time, every suppressed thought and feeling, all the words she’s wanted to say but known not to manifest themselves in the form of tears. She tries to sob silently, make sure she goes unheard but chokes, breathing growing more erratic until she’s gasping, pathetic and weak.

It has the potential to be fine. She’s crying like she wanted to, alone and undisturbed, and this could be her chance to get everything out and cleanse herself of Yvie entirely, to forget her. It’d all be fine, were it not for the hammering of the door she’s propped up against. What had started as semi-polite but clearly frustrated knocks had very rapidly developed to fists pounding the surface, and instead of just calling her name a few times the irritation had quickly inspired Yvie to get a whole lot more creative as she yells insults, compliments, curses and comforts in the same string, all in one breath like she can’t contain herself either, like her words are Scarlet’s tears and she knows she’s naive to think that but she can’t help it. She has romanticised everything about Yvie since she first caught a glance of her and old habits die way too hard.

“For fuck’s sake, Scarlet, LET ME IN!” Yvie yells, battering the door harder and quicker as she finishes as though trying to break it down.

“NO!” Scarlet yells back, high and whiny and vulnerable in a way she hates. She hates all of this, the yelling, the fear, her own irrefutable weakness; she wants to disappear or be left to her own shame but finds herself even more terrified at the idea of being given up on, of Yvie not being around, not being there for every part of her life. Old habits die hard but she knows she has to stop pushing people away, especially if she knows she loves them enough to admit it aloud. It’s monumental, and she can’t just skim over that. This could be something, a point of change or a final point of honesty that forces both of them to come to terms with everything and move on, grow up and stop hurting one another as much as she knows they have been. So as the banging on the door slows, Yvie clearly tiring or perhaps finally considering giving up, Scarlet decides to finally give honesty a try, shaking off every fear, insecurity and wretched hang-up.

“I don’t want you to hate me.” Her voice is meek and almost croaky with the rawness of everything. No amount of swallowing seems to be able to dislodge the lump in her throat and no amount of blinking can prevent the onslaught of another round of tears, now much less aggressive.

She wrings her hands together and fiddles with her fingers as she awaits a reply, praying to a god she doesn’t believe in that the silence that seems to swallow her isn’t an indication that she is finally as alone as she’d wished to be, that she’d fucked up something so good so hard again. She can’t afford to imagine a world where Yvie has walked out.

A humourless, soulless breath of a laugh indicates she won’t have to. She feels before she hears Yvie’s presence, breaths in and out like she’s tasting oxygen for the first time, a whole new sense of calm and solidarity overcoming her body as she hears the body the other side of the door separating them slowly sliding down the wood. She can see it in her head, the two of them, back to back in the same, slightly hunched position, curled into themselves for protection as they prepare themselves to release everything they’ve kept so tightly under internal lock and key.

In their fervour, Scarlet had almost forgotten how Yvie’s voice sounds when calm, the underlying huskiness and slow, almost monotonous tone that leaves her hanging on the woman’s every word. As Yvie lets out a deep, prolonged sigh and speaks, Scarlet feels herself fall all over again.

“I wish I could hate you.” Yvie lets out another long sigh followed by a quicker spout of breath resembling something akin to laughter. She seems overwhelmed, verging on hysterical, yet abnormally relaxed. “God-” Scarlet can hear the smile in her voice. “-it’d be so much easier.”

She tries not to react too hard to those words or let herself start overthinking and over-analysing every letter and syllable as she’s so used to doing with Yvie. The way her stomach flutters and eyes slowly shut at the sound of them, however, is not something she can control or ignore. She revels in the sound of Yvie scratching her head, amplified by the dead air between them. Her head begins to spin with the volume of different thoughts and interpretations that invade it, and she props it between her knees as she squeezes her eyes shut tighter. She speaks solely to clear her head, she tells herself. She feigns innocence and confusion, she tells herself. She isn’t as desperate to hear more as she’s pretending to be, she tells herself. Purposely pitching her voice an octave higher to sell the baffled fantasy, she asks “What do you mean?” tilting her head to the side as though Yvie can see her.

Yvie immediately releases a syllable that sounds distinctly like an “I–” before cutting herself off. Silence swarms them once again, palpable and somewhat tantalising. She can feel Yvie trying to gather her thoughts - it’s a connection nothing like they’ve had before, more intimate that their closest moments of friendship, more intimate than all the sex they’ve had in their lifetimes. The fire of hope such long anticipation has sparked burns so bold it’s dangerous, but it’s the best Scarlet thinks she’s ever felt. Because she’s naively reckless like that. There’s so much she’s thinking, so much she wants to say but, for once in her life, it doesn’t feel like part of her soul is being destroyed as she withholds it. “Did you know I’m scared of heights?”

“Huh?” There’s a hint of irritation in Scarlet’s tone she tries hard to hide, because this isn’t the conversation she needs right now, and Yvie is, as ever, such a fucking enigma. She hates it.

“You should probably know that. Rides, planes, buildings, trees - I hate them.”

Scarlet wrinkles her nose up. She doesn’t really know how else to react. “You come to my fucking penthouse apartment all the time. You sit on the roof with me to smoke like it’s nothing. I don’t believe you.” She’s aware she sounds like a petulant child but has no intention of trying to control it.

“God you’re– I–” She breathes, cutting herself off with a chuckle so fond Scarlet feels the flame in her spark throughout her whole body. It’s a sound incomparable to any other earthly experience she knows of, all-consuming in its beauty, in the effect it had on both her physical and spiritual being. “Scarlet, why do you think I’m telling you this?” She tries not to lose herself in the sound of her name on Yvie’s lips. Because this one’s easy.

“Because you’re trying to avoid the conversation and what just happened. You’re trying to hide whatever’s going on with you, as usual.” Her frustration grows and the flame flickers. Yvie’s responding laugh, though ethereal, is downright frustrating. She can feel a flurry of fucks sitting in the back of her throat at the offensive sound.

“No, baby.” She hates the way she melts at that, wants to scream at Yvie to shut the fuck up, not to call her things like that, but she knows she’ll never get those words out. And it’s probably for the best. “When I was a kid, my dad used to tell me ‘no one’s actually afraid of heights, they’re scared of falling.’”

“Uh-huh.” Scarlet is absolutely not following as she pointlessly nods.

“And he was right.”

She tries to let out another “Uh-huh,” in a different intonation, more drawn out, feigning intrigue and understanding. She wishes she could see Yvie’s face right now, the way she’s always seen right through Scarlet in moments like this and found her endearing enough to hold and laugh at. All the times Scarlet has been able to momentarily live her fantasy flash before her eyes. Yvie ignores her and continues.

“I’m fucking terrified of falling and I feel like I am every time I’m around you. So when I’m here with you, or out on the roof with a joint, I can blame it all on the height and I don’t have to think about the effect you have on me. Because you’re more terrifying than any plane ride.”

Scarlet can’t tell if she’s confused or offended. “I’m nothing to be scared of. I’m nothing, really.”

“No, no, that’s exactly it!” Yvie exclaims so quickly she almost cuts her off. “You’re everything, especially to me, and that’s terrifying.” She takes a breath to slow herself down, avoid the rapid and enthusiastic tone she’d suddenly adopted. “I am so scared of the way I feel for you, of the fact I feel anything for you at all.”

The fire of hope in Scarlet has caused her entire body to heat up. She’s almost sweating as she listens to Yvie’s tormented confession and hates the way the vulnerability seems to tear the woman up. So she speaks up before she gives Yvie the chance to ignite her fire or snuff it out entirely.

“I’ve loved you since the first time I saw you, y’know.” She tries to tune out the sound of Yvie inhaling at her words. “I was freshly eighteen, still straight as can be, and you smiled at me on your way back from class-” She takes a moment to let the memory wash over her, eyes closed and a smile immediately coming and going. “-And I’d never felt anything like the way your smile made me feel.” She swallows. “It took me 2 years, I think, to pluck up the courage to speak to you, and you were everything I dreamed you’d be and more. And I was so ashamed of the way I felt that I fucked every guy I could and tried to drown myself in a world of heterosexuality.” Tears come, rolling slowly down her face as she sniffles, so glad she’s too low down to see herself in a mirror. “It didn’t work, of course. And then I fucked you and it was so much and so brilliant that everything I’d spent years hiding and being ashamed of felt so natural, so normal and good and I wanted to drown myself in that instead, to get lost in you. Which I think I still am…” She trails off, trying to remember what her point had been, where she had wanted to go with it all. “The feelings I had– have– for you are so overwhelming they’ve been crushing me and I’ve let them, because being crushed seemed like a better option than potentially ruining what we have. Nothing scares me in this world more than losing you, and I hate it. But I love you and– I can’t help it. I can’t apologise. And I don’t need you to feel the same but I can’t let myself be destroyed by my love for you any longer. Neither of us deserves for me to hold that back, and I really wish I could open the door so I could see your face because it’s the one thing in the world I can rely on to make me feel better, sex be damned.”

As the words flow out of her, she keeps her eyes tightly shut and tries to lose herself all over again. It’s this commitment that causes her to almost not register the sound of movement behind her, the muffled sniffles from the other side of the door growing quieter, more distant. Gingerly clambering to her feet, Scarlet places a tentative hand on the doorknob and pulls, slow and cautious like she’s about to reveal her own fate to herself. And perhaps she is.

The room comes into view bit-by-bit: first the window she’s spent so much time staring out of, watching the bustle of the city from her vantage point and trying to decipher the stories of every passerby; next the bed that lies in the centre of the room, the sheets still crumpled into a heap and the outline of her own head still carved into the pillows like some divine reminder of her own sins; finally the armchair at the other end of the room, a red, fluffy thing she’d found at a flea market with Yvie and Pearl when she first moved in that had become her most prized possession, for the first time occupied.

Yvie sits like a queen awaiting her portrait, regal and shining in the golden light cast over half of her face. She doesn’t avoid eye contact, staring straight at Scarlet with soft eyes and a gentle, closed-mouth sliver of a smile. It’s enough. Scarlet is rooted to the spot as Yvie opens her mouth.

“I can’t say it. You know I can’t. Because I don’t know and– and I’m scared. I can’t let whatever I feel for you become me, it terrifies me.” She inhales deeply, audibly. “I know that I have strong feelings for you I just– don’t know what they are or what that means. And I can’t lie to you. Not anymore. I’m gonna need time - not apart!” She adds at the way Scarlet’s eyes widen. “I just need you to be patient. But I need you, because I’m so scared of losing you too. Fuck, I’m so scared of everything.” She laughs the laugh of royalty, of queens and gods and angels and all otherworldly beings. “So I’m sorry, I guess. I’m so fucking sorry.”

Scarlet simply shakes her head in response, blinking away tears. As Yvie nods her head backwards, beckoning her over, she does not hesitate to scramble to sit at her feet, cross-legged like a worshipper, cheek resting against slender legs like they’re the sole source of comfort and stability in her life. And perhaps they are. It definitely seems so as she feels an arm wrap around her shoulders, gentle and wary yet tight and strong enough for it to feel like an embrace with a purpose, the kind that reminds her how safe she is and how much Yvie would give for her, how much she does give for her every day. She doesn’t know if it’s the love she’s wanted but it’s unmistakeably love that wraps its tender coils around them like an unbreakable bond interlinking their very souls.

The hand of the arm over her shoulders hangs loose for a moment but quickly finds a new purpose as Scarlet feels finger running carefully through her auburn hair, slowly untangling every strand and smoothing out every curl. Something about the action feels poignant. In a voice meeker and softer than Scarlet has ever heard before, simply laced in content, Yvie murmurs a muffled “Can we just stay like this for a while?” as her hand stills at Scarlet’s shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

Hiding a bashful smile in Yvie’s leg, Scarlet feels a warmth flow through her that makes her feel more alive than she ever has. There’s still something there, an uncertainty she can feel in the goosebumps on Yvie’s skin and the shiver she tries to suppress, and she knows this isn’t it, it’s merely the start of a much longer and more bumpy, vulnerable journey for the two of them. She knows exactly why Yvie wants to stay like this, knows the hidden meanings of all her words and intentions, but she’s okay. She has faith that no matter what, she will inevitably be okay. Every negative thought she’s ever had about hope is beginning to fade as she loses herself in the feeling of being in Yvie’s arms.

So she buries her head deeper into the woman, wrapping her arms around Yvie’s legs and holding them close to her chest, and with just a hint of a smile, the kind that conveys a solemn understanding and acceptance, she speaks louder and clearer than she has all night, in a perfectly solid voice. “Yeah. For as long as you need.”

The fire of hope becomes a hearth, lighting up the room and leaving them both perfectly, pleasantly warm.

#rpdr fanfiction #yvie oddly #scarlet envy #scyvie #smut #angst #fluff #lesbian au #pipedream #concrit welcome

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So, I watched the Heathers episode of Riverdale

K, so I’ve never watched Riverdale before (well like half an episode on tv once) but I heard there was a musical episode themed on Heathers.

So I watched it…and accidentally started writing a really long play-by-play analysis:

Oh we’re really just gonna turn on a boombox and go. Ok.

Is KJ’s voice that high all the time? is that just the line they gave him? It’s so babie

Tiny girl :((( so much autotune.

Oh gosh, that “whyyyyyyyyyyy” is too low for him. Otherwise the Kevin guy is probably their best guy singer.

Weird disorganized sometimes-choreography for background peeps. Like this row of desks will move, but the one next to it will be completely still

“Are all of you this miserable” lol

The hair wooshy noises…this is only for this episode right? That can’t be in the regular run of the show right? It’s so loud

Oh heck, no harmony on Candy Store :( also weird bad cuts

Is veronica’s house always lit with crappy eerie blue lights?

Is every character selling drugs? Like every single one?

Also is the plot that these kids have to stop their drug dealing moms?

“What are you gonna do?” “ I’m gonna take a bath.” *starts crying* lmao

Co director girl is so over acting. Is she a regular character on this show?

Aw man lowering the big fun notes :(

Also can the Ram Sweeney guy actually act? Cuz based on what I’m seeing, imma go with No.

So, frequently, a disembodied voice is just singing and matches nobody on screen, like they don’t seem to concerned with getting the right person on screen lip-syncing at the right moment.

Also one of the jock dudes is suuuuper tone deaf

Again terrible edit cuts in the song.

I do appreciate that they are all indeed doing jello shots.

So we have the 3 heathers, and then we have … 3 more dark evil heathers?

Also this sometimes using riverdale-veronica as heathers-veronica but also not is confusing

Doing some Grease hand jive dancing?

There are some ridiculously loud sound effects in this. Archie’s jacket for one

I thought the neon lighting was just for promotional photos of Riverdale. But no. literally every scene is lit in neon red and blue (and maybe some yellow)

Ooh I like the “anything to share veronica”, that matches the musical where she has to blurt something out at the assembly

“my family’s always been unconventional.” Lol yeah your family is unconventional, (from the 5 seconds I’ve seen of them) your mother whose face never changes and she just wafts around, and your gravel-voice dad

Off-brand hostess cupcakes!

“He’s a real class act, that Sweet Pea” how do y’all deliver any of this dialogue with a straight face when your characters have COMIC BOOK names??

“cuz your parents are splitsville” lol, way to be gentle

“I AM RED” and snaps and two replacement heathers come to back her up. How many heathers are there in this show? We’re up to like 8

“Faux pink lady”. So we are intentionally making these Grease references. Got it.

Lol she said Westerberg.

What’s the point of saying the one tiny girl is Veronica if Topaz(?) is gonna sing her songs

All hope is gone. Apparently these are the Highschool lyric changes. Hmmm

I feel like they are mix and matching characters together willy-nilly. I pick…you and …you! Yep threesome now.

Nuh uh. Her name is PEACHES?!

The loud sound effects are killing me. When you pat your thighs that doesn’t usually echo through a whole auditorium peeps.

Also why are we in the auditorium, you all clearly have neon lit mansions to go home to, why not use a more believable setting for seducing your friends?

So Tony/EvilHeather/Veronica is seeing visions of Cheryl/ActualHeather telling her she’s beautiful???

Oof that was a terrible record scratch noise. Also whiplash! “Let’s make this beautifuuuul-STOP.”

Lol Fang.

What is ThE GaRgOyLe ChaMbEr?

Finally some harmony, it’s altered but still decent. :) Our love is god.

Are they having a secret gay cult wedding in a dungeon church?

The weird kinda half choreo the background cast does every once in a while. Also specifically its only like the first row of extras in every case. The back or outer rows never move..?

Do boxers really punch the air for practice by themselves in empty boxing rings?

k. I kinda hate the tiny girl’s voice,

so everybody is Veronica. Huh. Just takin turns.

I guess that’s just what KJ’s singing voice is. Ok.

Also when making cuts, why still have her say “well whoa you can punch real good.” Just cut the “well whoa” and it will fit your scenario better.

Ok I actually super like the new harmony at the end of fight for me.

Principals are susceptible to cults. Got it.

Meet me at JUNKYARD STEVE’S??

Red scrunchie!

WAIT- did evil-heather and heather-heather used to be in love?

Wait they found the drug lab that quick? Is this like a once-an-episode kinda thing? just gotta shut down the daily drug lab and move on

“and serial killer fathers” said in a comforting tone.

What even were those terrible piano chords as an intro to Seventeen?

But actually this song seems like a good fit for these traumatized children. Help these babies :(

The voices of Cole and lilli (and most of them) sound like they were recorded so separately and in completely different ways, ones more breathy, others are echoey, some have autotune…hmm

Also someone pointed out that when you get to the “your eyes can’t we be seeeventeeeeeeen” line, Cole’s voice changes so drastically it has got to be somebody else. I totally agree.

Sometimes the background music (not heathers) sounds like a western movie. Like somebody just got challenged to a show down at high noon.

I want to crack an egg with a tiny egg hammer! And he didn’t even get to eat it.

Her dad sounds like a gravellier version of Misha Collins

She does really good at Lifeboat.

“I thought I was captain” diff lyrics. Ok.

“drugs…terrible…what a nightmare” delivered practically deadpan devoid of emotion. wow what quality dialogue.

“what is all over your faces?” oh that’s just the drugs soot. No worries. Trashing meth labs always leaves me covered in soot.

Oof. “Martha are you free tonight?” nobody answers. They all kinda glance around awkwardly. Really? Why leave the name in at all if you aren’t including Martha, just change it.

When you burn down a building, shouldn’t you flee the scene of the crime? No? does being in the snake gang make him immune?

Also the pan out to make sure we saw the gas can in the back seat, cuz yanno I couldn’t’ve pieced that bit together on my own.

Also I’m assuming they’re drinking big gulps right?

Weird music edits

HOLD UP, is Tony dressed as Martha??? Wut.

Also none of their vocal styles go together, the transition from the others to tony is jarring. Tony is all sexy breathy poppy.

Hmm, interesting minimal interpretive dancing choreo

Ack, please blend in the tiny girl’s vocals. Pls I beg you. At least I think its her.

Everyone else: *taking off clothes and jackets*

Jughead: *putting on his hat*

Hold up, I feel like from seeing the rest of the ep I can guess who most of the audience members are that are getting close ups/reaction shots, but I swear they added a new lady, heavily made up, and not Cole or Veronica’s mom...who…?

Oh and now we get creepy cult flash mob with hypnotizing claps. Ok.

Overall: pretty messy. No one really plays a specific character so it’s hard to gain any of the character growth that they get in the actual musical. No one’s vocal style matches like at all. The new lyrics and tons of edits were odd. The sound mixing was bad I think, like everything stuck out and didn’t match. This show is hilariously broody and they all have such funny names. Camilla whatshername is a good singer, actually the main 3 girls are p good, and the Kevin guy.

Huh.

#mine #heathers #riverdale #in depth analysis #except it's all nonsense #but boy that was fun #long list of things #musical

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