#and it was one of that clique that commented 'don't you have a baby to feed' it wasn't a malina

[thecameronchronicles]

The Second Husband

TW: Trophy!Husband JJ. Dom!Reader. Dom!JJ. Smut. Language. Slight angst. 

SUMMARY: You attend Midsummers with JJ, which leaves you marking your territory with your new husband. 

WORD COUNT: 2000

REQUESTED

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Trophy husband!JJ never crossed my mind until now and it’s all I can think about !!!! Please please Can you wrote something for it 🫶🏽🤍

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This is just a thought but you don’t have to write it if you don’t want to 🤍 I can picture reader being a 2-3 years older than him and either her family has money or her first husband left money to her and then she remarries JJ and maybe they go to midsummers together and she feels like every woman there is flirting with him and gets jealous 

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The Second Husband

"Still not too late to just spend the day in bed…" JJ teased as he nestled himself into your neck. As his ringed fingers climbed up the slit of your dress, you were tempted to allow that very thing. The words to your driver on the very tip of your tongue as you were eager for him to make good on his promises made as you saw you dressing two hours prior. 

"You're gonna be shaking by the time I'm done with you baby.", "My fingerprints will be left on every single inch." "If you insist on keeping that dress on, I'm gonna keep insisting on taking it off."

"Mrs. Maybank?" Your fluttered lids shot open to the sound of the driver clearing his throat when spotting you in the rearview. 

"Come on, princess, we could have those panties soaked in less than a minute." He whispered in your ear, fingers teasing the fringe of said undergarments as you presented a soft hand to his cheek. 

"I don't like it when it's quick." He glared as if you'd insulted him, "I never get to get on my knees for you that way-" As you tried to leave, he took your arm and then your jaw. Passionate grasps both dominant and cautious as he pressed a soft kiss to your lips. 

"Then you promise?"

"I vow." You winked as he followed behind you. 

"Really should have put that in your vows, you know. "Will give you a blowjob every morning," You blushed as you fixed his tie.

 "Could have fit right in there between the rings and "I do"." You rolled your eyes before hearing Sarah chuckle emerging from behind JJ. His height blocking her as you gave a hug and traveled in together. 

"Hope you didn't pay much for that dress, princess…it's gonna be confetti by the time I'm done with it." He whispered into your ear as you entered the Island Inn, familiar faces not offering the responses you'd imagined. 

You were prepared for any sour comment directed your way in regards to your marriage to JJ. Rumors making your love sound bitter and rushed to the ears of those more interested in the drama than the truth. Because of this, you wrapped your grip tighter between your already interlaced fingers as you were introduced. 

"I never get tired of hearing you wear my name…" He explained while kissing your cheek as you illuminated to the shared feeling. It may not be one of grand reputation such as The Cameron's or The Carrera's, but you have made something beautiful beneath it now. 

"How long do we have to stay?" He asked, leaning on the bar as you and Sarah chuckled. 

"We just got here,"

He flexed a brow. "And I have more important things…" He pulled at your dress as Sarah raised her brows and acted nonchalant over the rim of her champagne. 

"Well you promised me a dance when we picked out the dresses…so I'm stealing you now." You were taken to the floor with Sarah as JJ and John B watched from the sidelines. Both lovestruck men in awe of their girls. Every sway of your hips caught by his soft blue eyes. A teasing finger to his chest asking you if those moves were intended for him, making you laugh before you focused back on Sarah as Wheezie joined the dance. 

It wasn't longer than five minutes before you noticed the shift around the bar. For a moment you were certain that it must have been Topper or Rafe as they were known to amass such a clique. But with John B on the side, annoyed by the sudden swarm, you realized your poor husband was being bombarded. 

"Ahem!" You offered as the group parted like the Red Sea allowing you through. 

"Dance with me?" He nodded nervously before you swayed upon the floor. 

"I'm sorry about them. Don't listen to what they said…they are ignorant and don't know what they are talking about…"

But to this he only offered a weak chuckle. 

"What?" 

"Actually, they were uh…unexpected…nice… " To this confession, you watched his eyes collecting to a former friend of yours from your first marriage as she waved flirtatiously to JJ and rolled her eyes at you. 

"What exactly did they say to you?" 

"Nothing…" His eyes evaded yours, a symbol of his lies. 

"If you want any chance of me getting on my knees or your cock being anywhere inside of me, you're gonna tell me." He blushed and confessed immediately. 

"They said if I ever got…bored…that they would show me what I deserve…" You scoffed, your steps stilled, as he pulled you back into him. 

"Sweetheart, I only want you…I swear to-" But you pushed yourself out of his arms. 

When you returned, you found him with Sarah and John B, discussing how he never should have come. He regretted it and vowed it would be a last for him. But as you took his side again, you slipped something into his pocket. 

It took him only a moment before he recognized the lace and satin combination. 

"Just a little reminder of what you're risking if you take them up on their offers." He went to talk to you before you moved across the floor to talk to acquaintances. Purposely torturing him with your distance. To add insult to injury, you struck up conversation with Rafe, complimenting the way he filled out his suit, all ensuring JJ was watching you. The harmless flirtatious were not unnoticed as you sat down to dinner. 

"Those panties were pretty wet, sweetheart…"

"You should feel my thighs right now…" You responded as he smirked before you were joined by the very girl who was shameless with him before. Pleasant enough conversation was made until it turned south. 

"Oh My gosh, do you remember when you came here with Theo? You brought every guy here…remember? I just hope you two last…you know? Maybe…eighth times a charm?" 

You began to run your fingers along JJ's neck as he was bewitched by such tracings. His hand on your knee beneath the table and clawing softly at your dress. 

"JJ? Baby?" You began to clear your throat. 

"You okay, sweetheart?" He asked. 

"There's something wrong with my throat."

"Oh?" He reached for his drink to offer as you rejected him. 

"It needs your cock in it…" Her face paled as Sarah's mouth widened with pride and JJ was helpless as you directed him from the table. 

"Baby-" He spoke towards you as you drug him through the Island Inn and into the first door, a supply closet. You silenced him with a kiss. 

"Oh my God…"

"JJ…take off my dress..I can't get on my knees in it…" But as he assisted with the zipper, a beautiful set of formerly unseen lingerie was set for his eyes. His thumb and pointer finger holding your jaw in a grip. 

"You get to have your fun…and then it's my turn…" He threatened as you kissed his neck.

"I want my lipstick all over your cock, baby…I want you to feel it there even after you come down my throat so you remember how good I am at making you come for me…" You lowered slowly, unbuttoning his shirt in the process.

"Fuck…" He groaned as you took him in stride leaving stains of your chosen shade along his shaft. 

"Just like that baby…shit…you always take me so-" His words were interrupted by the lick made between his balls. His body shivering as he grunted. 

"Are you trying to make me come already? Shit, baby, let me enjoy it…"

"I want you to come right now…" You spoke breathlessly, looking up at him with tearful eyes as his mouth fell slack to how you took him. 

"Shit…shit…shit…" He bowed over you, his hand wrapped around the storage shelf at your back as he hit his palm against it. 

"Fuck!" He whimpered when you withdrew from him just for breathe. But he used this as a means to return your gracious favor. 

"You don't make a fucking sound until I tell you to." He bent you over a nearby surface, the clutter gathered at your feet as he lowered to you from behind. Your lack of panties making him access you even easier. 

"JJ-" He rose just long enough to present the panties in your mouth. 

"I love you baby…But you need to learn to listen…"

He returns between your ass, a swipe from behind making you gasp. 

"Two more just for making me wait." One on each cheek made you clench your jaw in bearing in until he finally quelled that pulsation between your lower lips. Your fingers wrapped tightly around this old table as you rode against him. The fabric of the panties making it possible to remain more quiet than without, as you called for him. The feeling of his smirk making your eyes roll as he lapped you up between edgings. 

"Please, JJ…fuck!" You groaned, the final plea coming out guttural and angered as he replaced his tongue for two fingers. Both at once. 

"There's my girl…so fucking wet…pussy singing for me…" The sound fit the raw aesthetic you two made in this moment as he continued. 

"Yes, princess…show me you deserve to fucking come after teasing me…making me fucking wait…" 

"Ahh! JJ!" 

He tore the panties from your mouth. 

"I should get to hear you when you scream my name, don't you think?" You nodded. 

"Then fucking scream it!" He used the middle finger on his other hand to torture your clit as this was the final straw. The tension in your lower stomach wrapped in a tight band as you trembled for him. Chasing that high he constantly edged for you. 

"Fuck…JJ…Fuuuuck…"

"He ever fuck you like this? Hmm? Any of the other assholes you brought here bend you over like this in this closet?"

"No!"

"Then I'm gonna be the first. And last." He hiked one of your legs to the table before thrusting inside of you, immediate pacing making you grip to anything you could find for stability. One ended up being the same shelf he had hit prior as another had wrapped around the back of his neck. But the minute you made contact, he gathered your hands behind your back and bent you forward. 

"You don't get to come until I say…"

"I wasn't-"

"I know when my wife is about to fucking come-" He hit your ass as you yelped, a fever pitch between you as you whimpered for him. 

"Please JJ…" 

"Was that so hard, princess? Still begging for me?"

"Always…" He smirked into your shoulder, a playful bite left behind. 

"You're gonna come for me…put that little dress back on…and then we're gonna go home so I can tie you to that fucking headboard with this stupid tie and you'll thank me for it all night..."

"Yes. YES!"

"So give me something to hold me over until then." He gave one final seat to your red cheek as you worked back into him. 

"Yes sweetheart…use this cock baby…it's all fucking yours…"

"JJ…" your whimper reinstated his control as he sent you into a bounce against him. His perfect shaft hitting your most inner caverns before catapulting you to that edge. 

"With me, princess. WITH me or I'm the only one who gets to come next time…" You waited until his thrusts drew sloppy and his breath was reckless before you relaxed. Settling for the rush that he strengthened by his violent thrusts. 

"Don't touch s fucking thing…" He reminded as you attempted to fix your hair. 

"I can't look like-"

"What? You were just fucked? It's only a walk of shame if you're ashamed…Now let me see that ass proud to be mine, sweetheart." He smacked you as he reapplied the buckle to his belt in place and led you to the car, making good on his promises. Even if he couldn't wait until you got home…

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[minami97]

Kiss Me, Coward

A/N: On my birthday (UTC+8 timezone) today, I made my first attempt at writing an x Reader fic FULLY from the second person point of view! Hope you guys will like it. Also, I'm only comfortable writing modern AU fics for Aegon (For now) cause I don't condone what he did in canon as okay. Anyway, enjoy this fic. ~

Summary: After dancing around with your feelings, Aegon chickens out in giving you a kiss. But you take things into your own hands.

Pairing: Modern!Aegon x Reader

Warnings: None, but be prepared to be suffocated with fluff and mutual pining

You and Aegon danced around your mutual attraction for each other, but neither of you wanted to give in to those feelings because you did not want to destroy the existing friendship dynamic.

However, the "not being jealous” gimmick, of dates and flings that are not either of you and the lovesick look you give each other did not go unnoticed by your friends, especially Aegon's siblings, and cousins. To them, it’s like watching paint dry, it is painstakingly unbearable. 

"If they do not make out in the next second, I'll go and make them do it myself." Jace grumbled as he watched the two of you play tug-of-war with your OBVIOUS feelings for each other. "You and me both. It's just so frustrating to see her like that." Aemond grumbled as well. "I just think it's cute that they are like that." Commented Helaena with a smile.

While mocking you both as fools, your friends are done with the 'will they, will not they' between you and Aegon. The two of you are having a great time together, dancing to club music and having fun. 

"Do you want to spend the night with me?" asked Aegon as he wrapped his arm around your waist. "Can I steal your shirt?" You asked playfully, leaning against his broad chest. "Of course, Babe. I like it when you wear my clothes and lie in my bed." He playfully teased you, eliciting a laugh.

After the night you spent out with your clique, drinking more than you could handle, you spent the night at the Targaryens' expensive and luxurious home. "I can never understand why you guys are so rich~" You slur and giggle like a schoolgirl. "I don't know either, babe. Come on. Let's get you cleaned up and out of your nightclub clothes." Aegon chuckled and hoisted you into the house and into his room.

Aegon hands you a makeup remover cloth and helps you remove your makeup. He also lets you wear one of his shirts for the night. After you change into something more comfortable, you nestle on the left side of his king-sized bed. "Aeg, I want to cuddle," you call out to him with your arms outstretched, wanting to cuddle. "I'll be right there, baby." He called from the bathroom.

After doing his business in the bathroom, he came out dressed only in his sweatpants, crawled over to his side of the bed, and pulled you close for a cuddle. He gave you a look because even though you were sleepy and slightly drunk, you were still beautiful to him. Before he fell asleep, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and whispered, "I love you." Without him realizing it, you mumbled a sleepy "I love you too" in response.

When morning came, Aegon was the first to wake up. He rolled over to your side of the bed and was overwhelmed by your beauty. He considered giving you a wake-up kiss, knowing that if he kissed you and you rebuffed his advances, the dynamic between the two of you would change forever.

With the attitude of 'fuck it, I'm a man,' he leaned over and was ready to give you a kiss, but... he hesitated inches from your lips and decided to pull back out of embarrassment. Suddenly your hand shot up and pulled him to your still-sleeping form. It shocked him, but he let it happen anyway. You opened your eyes, looked into his beautiful lilac ones and said, "If you won't kiss me, I'll do it myself," and gave him a kiss that you both won't forget. You both released the kiss and smiled at each other, "That was a great kiss, huh?" “It’s worth the wait.” 

Before the two could give each other any more kisses, there was a knock at the door. "When I open this door, you better not fuck each other." You giggled and gave your new boyfriend a chase kiss before wiggling your hips to tease him and trotting off to the bathroom. He chuckles at your new sexy side and replies to the interruption, "You can come in Aemond, we have not done anything yet."

At breakfast, Helaena was the only one happy about you two, while Aemond grumbled about losing a bet to Jace and Baela. Aegon was looking at you with love the whole time. "It's finally official, you're a couple!" Helaena cheered gleefully. "Yeah, but it was worth the wait." You replied as you rested your head against his shoulder, under the table, your hands intertwined.

#aegon targaryen x reader #aegon x y/n #modern aegon x reader #aegon targaryen x you #aegon x you #modern aegon ii #hotd x reader #tom glynn carney #modern hotd

[neuroticbookworm]

Step by Step Episode 10 Ramblings

Episode 9 Ramblings, here

Ahhh Chot is beating some sense into Pat, RIGHT OUT OF THE GATE

Why is this boy so excited about Carrot Cake?

Somebody hug Chot, right now, or I'll climb into the screen and do it MYSELF

I'll never not be impressed by Man Trisanu's microexpressions. Put this man in more shows

Remember when Jeng was so nervous to confess it took him an entire day? Now homeboy is confessing at the drop of a hat lmao

"I own this place" I HAVE ASCENDED REALMS Y'ALL

The agenda for this episode is "Jeng speaks English into Pat's ears" and I'm here for it

What is with the weird phone screen talk?

AHHHHHHHH THESE DAMNED PRODUCT PLACEMENTS

Ha, the Instagram request callback. Noice.

I don't like the fact that Jeng answered the question with an Asian head nod

I want to not look at it too closely, but a nepo baby like Jeng, who's in line to a corporate throne, commenting on the food crisis is so funny to me

I'm trying so hard to ignore the assistant, I deserve to have one episode where there are no looming threats to the relationship, please and thank you

Well, I hated this

We got the P'Jeng moment!

*sigh* There are a few different ways to interpret this, and I like none of them

Pat, you've been in this relationship for a laughably short period of time, and you're already asking this man about marriage?!

Jaab has another partner?! My jaw is DROPPED

Ae, why did you interrupt him?! Let the man talk, y'all are in a BL, you guys are terrible at finishing each other's sentences, you always get it wrong

Well, Jeng really offered Pat his position, huh

At least it seems like it's three years away, so

Jaab, you did not wait to hear if Jane chose you or not, you fricking idiot

When did the queen of the gossip clique become such a close supporter of Pat?

JENG, FUCKING TALK TO HIM. He just told you he's not happy, and your first instinct is to kiss him?!

Alright, so Pat jumped the gun and submitted the letter

I want to sleep on this episode to better gather my thoughts, but right now, I'm not loving it. The editing and the story beats were weird, it went from hot to cold abruptly, and many, many characters acted out of their established personalities. None of the writing particularly caught my eye, and feels subpar compared to some scenes we've gotten in previous episodes. Well, it's gonna be an interesting week, I guess.

#step by step #step by step series #step by step the series #step by step ep10 #jengpat #jaabjane

[the-expose-on-girls]

21st Century Pharisees

First of all, let me be clear that I normally do not feel comfortable criticizing people from a Biblical standpoint. "Let he who is without fault cast the first stone" and "judge not lest ye be judged" and all that. Honestly, I don't know how pastors can preach "thou shalt not:_____" every week without feeling awkward, as a fellow sinner, in front of their audience. Thus, the criticism this blog focuses on is mostly in a non-religious context. HOWEVER, there are sometimes religion-based situations that peeve me to such a degree that I cannot look the other way.

(Warning: long religious rant ahead, continue at your discretion. Happy scrolling, if this isn't your cup of tea.)

During this morning's daily social media check, I was greeted by a reel/story/short/tiktok from a girl I used to go to church with that made me cringe then sneer in disgust. She sat on the beige floor in her beige romper in front of a beige crib, praying in dramatic "altar call" style with eyes closed over diapers and placing them carefully into a beige baby bag. A wall of cursive text over this video described the laundry list of things she prayed for on her newborn daughter's behalf, while an equally long caption/description detailed the other inanimate household objects she held during her daily petitions. Super emotional live worship music played in the background, a subtle underscore to the performance of it all. It looked like she had spent at least half an hour putting this thing together, taking time to carefully set up her iphone before sitting down to pray and far longer than the activity itself typing out all the cliche buzzword phrases like "comfort in the Lord" and "place of worship".

This is not the first time this week I have cringed over local (small town) acquaintances putting a ton of time and effort into attempting influencer-level videos of their daily lives... just for friends and family to see. First it was a "get ready to move with us", an attempted spin-off of "GRWM" that was almost fatal levels of cringe. Now, it's this weird Instagram-aesthetic-moodboard-meets-cheesy-Hillsong-music "peek" at this local girl's prayer habits. I wish these small towners, who are one clunky Romeo step above rednecks, would chill out with their "keeping up with the Joneses" influencer attempts on social media.

It disturbs me for a number of reasons and now we get to the preachy part, my least favorite part. Firstly, it's SUPER performative and attention-seeking. It's on the same level as anyone who goes to the trouble to set up their camera to film themselves crying, except worse because she's literally "performing" her religion for the camera, for the views, for the likes, for the validating comments. I'm no expert, but I don't know of any religion, Christianity or otherwise, whose doctrine places a VALUE on performative attention-seeking. Except for cults, which are often very performative.

"2 The Pharisees and the teachers of the Law are experts in the Law of Moses. 3 So obey everything they teach you, but don't do as they do. After all, they say one thing and do something else. 4 They pile heavy burdens on people's shoulders and won't lift a finger to help. 5 Everything they do is just to show off in front of others. They even make a big show of wearing Scripture verses on their foreheads and arms, and they wear big tassels for everyone to see. 6 They love the best seats at banquets and the front seats in the synagogues. 7 And when they are in the market, they like to have people greet them as their teachers." -Matthew 23:2-7 CEV

Secondly, in her grand, aesthetically pleasing performance, she is---intentionally or unintentionally---trying to paint a pretty picture to cover up or distract from her past actions. Things like participating in a super exclusive "cool, holy girls" church clique, backstabbing her friends, and leading guys of all ages on for fun. Sinful? Not specifically by the "letter of the law". Christlike towards the church family? Definitely not. But now that she's not a player anymore, and is settled down with a family of her own, she's a pure, wholesome, righteous housewife. Nobody look behind the curtain! Just watch the pretty beige "day in the Christian life" videos with sweet-sounding buzzwords smeared all over them and forget all about her past.

"27 “Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites! You are like whitewashed tombs, which look beautiful on the outside but on the inside are full of the bones of the dead and everything unclean. 28 In the same way, on the outside you appear to people as righteous but on the inside you are full of hypocrisy and wickedness." -Matthew 23:27-28 CEV

Thirdly, there are many aspects of one's walk with God that are meant to be personal, almost private, while others are fine to be public. Some forms of worship are public and others are private, so it's not a hard rule across the board. But this... daily prayer sessions for your family... just feels like something that ought to be personal and not shared with the poor fools who signed up to listen/watch. (“Who is more foolish? The fool or the fool who follows him?”) Somehow, posting it on the internet feels incredibly fake, insincere, and desperate for attention. It gives me an icky feeling.

"3 So when you give to the poor, don’t let anyone know what you are doing." -Matthew 6:3

Fourth, making religion, any religion, into an "aesthetic" like a tag you'd search on Tumblr doesn't feel right to me. Religion, no matter which one, is a way of life, not something to be picked up and enjoyed because it's pretty, until you get bored and find something prettier. First it was the hipster Christians who obsessed over cuffed jeans and Bible verses plastered on photos of foggy forests. Now it's the sad beige Christian girls (*cough*former bullies*cough*) putting cliche, righteous-sounding Christian phrases over videos of their sourdough bread project. "Aesthetisizing" religion just trivializes it. No Bible verse for this one, because I don't remember any passages that talk about #aesthetic. But I don't think I need scripture to back me up on this one.

FIFTH and finally, you know that idiom "if a tree falls in the forest and there's no one around to hear it, does it make a sound"? Translate that to 2023 and it basically equates to: "if something happens and you don't post it all over your social media, did it REALLY happen?" Many girls and young women have been conditioned to a point where they genuinely believe without even realizing it that moments in their lives aren't valuable, special, valid, or even happened unless it gets showed off on their social media for likes and comments. Unfortunately, that now carries over into their religious activities as well. It's not worth their time to sit down for a good reading/journalling session if they can't make an unrealistically aesthetic tiktok of it. If they spend some quiet time in prayer and don't make an Instagram reel with some inspirational worship music, HOW will everyone know what a Godly Woman(tm) they are??? It's both sad and disgusting that they think their worship time, charity, acts of service, and everything else about their walks with God aren't VALID unless people hit that "like" button on social media.

Before anyone tries to argue this one with me, saying that this content can teach and inspire other Christians... no. Just no. It's a night and day difference between teaching and showing off. There is nothing educational about these girls' photos/videos, which only serve to scream in everyone's faces, "LOOK AT ME, LOOK HOW RIGHTEOUS I AM!"

Narcissism is characterized by a focus on "me, me, me", while many religions are supposed to be a focus on their higher power. While they try to make it look like the focus of the videos and their activities are on God, it's very clear that the subject of the videos is themselves for the sake of flattering their egos.

#girl vs girl #instagram hoes #fake girls #bullies #social media #basic white girls #christian white girl #sad beige #former mean girl #retired mean girl #reformed bully

[quirkwizard]

I am planning on making quirks that represent typical school cliques so I will be asking a couple quirks( not in the same post but as a series) These are for the musician/rocker, the geek, the punk/criminal, the goth, the stoner, and the cheer leader.

Quirk: electric guitar-the user forms electricity with the same shape, length, and weigh as a guitar. The guitar has the same voltage as a taser and the same loudness as an electric guitar. The user can strum the strings as normal. The user has a built in electrical and sound resistance. The true power comes from destroying it. By guitar smashing it, it becomes a wave of sound and electricity greatly disorienting enemies. Though this does completely destroy the guitar. The user also suffers slight recoil such as ringing ears and a slight muscle twitch. The user can only create - insert appropriate number here- per day with creating too many results in external exhaustion/ tiredness and needing lots of rest and electrolyte replenishing.

Quirk: dragon summon- user can summon 6 dragons with sharp claws, teeth, can fly, and breathe fire. The dragons are the same size as a pencil and their flame has the same range and heat level as a lighter. 6 is possibly too many so I’ll leave it up to you to make the appropriate number though I would like it to be at least 2 minimum. This represents geek because they are stereotypically into summoning monsters and mythical creatures. I was originally going to make it summon other things like a Minotaur, unicorn, and phoenix but I think that would be too strong. This quirk is already pushing it on the OP level

Quirk: pray paint- user can spray a paint like substance from their pointer finger with the same range as a spray can. It can be any color including glow in the dark. The paint will cause irritation if breathed in or got in someone’s eyes though no lasting damage unless someone constantly got it in them. The paint also tastes bad like one of those game cartridges to prevent babies from eating them. It is somewhat hard to wash off a person( same level as a permanent marker) but on inanimate objects it’s permanent. Weaknesses- no reliable damage. User has a limited resistance to it.

Ghost companion- user has a small ghost friend that is completely intangible, can go invisible, levitate, and has a telepathic connection to the user. Weaknesses- due to being completely intangible, the ghost can’t physically do anything. So no pushing things over, picking up objects, or hitting someone. Essentially this quirk is only good for scouting and always having a friend. Quirk- marijuana ( best I could come up with). Basically just sloshed but instead of making people drunk it makes them high/ tripping out

Finally is the cheerleader. Pep-talk: when the user gives a genuine complement like “your hair looks nice” or “hey I believe in you” the persons strength, stamina, fatigue, and durability is increased with the more nice/ pepped up the better results. They cannot use it on themselves and using it on multiple people at once divides up the boost. Basically it’s incite but isn’t dependent on if the people believe them to be a worthy leader or not.

I'm just going to do all of these together since they all fit this theme and there really isn't a lot to say about them on there own.

I really don't think any of these can work. "Electric Guitar" doesn't have a strong central idea to make a Quirk around, "Dragon Summon" seems way too weak with how small and few they can make, "Ghost Companion" is way too powerful with how good it can scout around, "Marijuana" has so little details that there isn't much to comment on, and "Pep-Talk" is just a slightly different versions of "Incite". The only exception to this is "Spay Paint", which could work as a civilian type Quirk, like what I did with "Spray Hands", but that is about it.

#My Hero Academia #Quirks #Quirk Reviews

[thefatladysang]

Chapter 4: Where Can We Go From Here

So last time I was reading, we met most of the other "Rulers," the worldbuilding logistics were called into question, ACOTAR jokes were made, and like every other high-school clique, these fuckers made our protag eat an actual human heart. Y'know. Normal YA Fantasy shiz. In any case, let's see what depraved depths our crew will sink to. Let's go.

.) "Isla had been born without the Wildings curse-or their power." Wait wut?

.) Wait, hold up. So your telling me that Isla's mom fell in love with a dude, then DIDN'T kill him and wound up having an uncursed baby with him? I get the feeling that there are a bit more to the consequences than that but at the same time WHY ARE YOU BOTHERING WITH THIS ONCE-EVERY-HUNDRED-YEARS HUNGER GAMES BULLSHIT IF THERE'S A WAY TO BREAK YOUR CURSE RIGHT THERE!?!?

.) So, if a ruler dies without an heir, their people die with them? Then what the fuck has been going on during the Centennials before? Like, I was under the impression that this would be some cat and mouse murder mystery type shindig wherein at least one leader dies every time. So how are these assholes not extinct? Wait, heir clause. Nevermind.

.) "Oro stood on the steps in front of his golden throne, instead of on it." Unnecessary comment aside, I also want an image or Oro standing "on his throne" instead of, y'know... sitting in it...

.) "The king never wanted any of the fireplaces to go out. Why not?" I'm telling you, spying on them through the fireplaces.

.) So... so there's a "Star Isle" near Lightlark, but that's not where Celeste and other Starlings live currently, but Starlings who stayed on Lightlark live there instead and... Jesus Louisus this book needs a map in the worst way!

.) So, they partner up after 50 days and they can't attempt to assassinate their partner? Frick this really does smell like a Hunger Games fanfic... and I don't even read Hunger Games fanfic...

.) Ok, I am willing to bet MONEY that this is what goes down: Celeste and Isla keep enacting their master plan, only for Celeste to die at the last minute. Either she turns 25 or someone else ignores the rule that says they can't kill each other before 50 days. So THEN, Isla will either partner up with Oro or Rhysand 2.0. Either that or Celeste betrays her and THEN she partners with Oro or Rhysand 2.0. I'm telling you, it's gotta be one of those.

.) "The third rule. To participate, no ruler can have an heir" Well nevermind my previous "Nevermind" then the bullshit worldbuilding and curse rules are still at play here.

.) "Poppy had made her practice the act, over and over- again until you don't flinch." Really Aster!? You had to go and ruin the character with my favorite name? Well that's just fucking great...

And that's more or less chapter 4. My laundry is still not finished, so I think I can manage another chapter tonight. Y'know, it didn't hit me until just now, but these "Rulers" aren't actually ruling any realms or lands or anything like that. They're ruling over Tumblr Aesthetic Boards... Now I feel guilty that I ever got excited over the "Wilding" setting...

#lightlark #alex aster #booklr #cw gore mention

[malyen0retsev]

calling out people for abusing archie renaux’s daughter and being racist towards him is not ‘being an anti’, it’s called being a fucking human being with a moral compass

#i'm tired #'malinas are wasting time stirring up drama' we literally AREN'T if you would all stop being racist and abusive we wouldn't have to do this #anyway it's amazing to me how often this fact gets forgotten #this is *literally* the reason he took a huge step back from instagram #and it was one of that clique that commented 'don't you have a baby to feed' it wasn't a malina #SO. shut up. enjoy your villain fave idgaf like genuinely i want people to love their characters #but if you're gonna called us 'pressed' and 'antis' #for calling out racist abuse archie faces #AND abuse against his daughter #and then in the same god damn day you people try and pin the abuse on US the people who CALL THIS OUT #you can get stuffed #sarah rambles

[pinkpruneclodwolf]

Here to Have Fun—Ace Never had True Friends.

Idk why, I just get the vibes that before NRC Ace was definitely the type of person that would float around groups in search of his clique that he could permanently hang out with— Like, let's not deny Ace has a big ego and he seems to have "baby of the family" syndrome but he gives off Cater vibes in that he surrounds himself with people and decides whether or not he wants to drop them as opposed to Cater trying to cover up the loneliness of moving around so much and never being able to cement himself as a person with his family basically overwriting him.

Ace was wildly out of pocket during Heartslabyul —don't get me wrong it was kinda funny with him being slightly insensitive during and after (the scene where Riddle was apologizing) and I wouldn't be surprised if he'd nearly miss his cousins funeral bc he owed him $20 but it also says a lot about him.

He's right—saying sorry doesn't mitigate the damages done, Trey's enabling was basically leading up to this whole debacle but he doesn't actually understand why Trey had been doing it—he understood that Trey was simply doing damage control and wanted his friend was in the wrong, that he'd made the most logical judgment with the priorities he had: keep Riddle in line and from hurting other's without ruining his relationship with him.

Was it a bust in the end? Totally. But Trey was doing his best. Spoiling (shielding) Riddle like a big brother would instead of confronting the issue.

Ace was right to say that it was Trey's fault but he refused to understand— which leads to another point I'm gonna make.

When Riddle came down from his Overblot, apologizing and all Ace bust out by saying apologizing was useless because he was inconvenienced—not just everyone else, him. Yes he made good points about the labor, and how he'd been punished to severely but here's where I make my case!

Ace can't grasp that people are their own, fully realized, dimensional characters.

Ace admits that he broke off with his girlfriend because she wasn't fun—childish asl I swear—but I'd also say that's he's biased and an unreliable narrator.

Ace probably broke off with her because he fell out of love with her or because he wanted to try something new and fun and exciting. Kids have jumped in and out of relationships for less—I remember wanting to date kid because he had a lot of crayons and thought that if I was in a relationship with him, I'd get my share of crayons.

It wouldn't be farfetched to say that Ace essentially did the same—for his own reasons.

He wanted to see what a relationship was like and realized that it required too much commitment—more commitment than he was willing to give. It's easier to say she wasn't fun.

I don't think this is a front that Ace is putting up, I just think Ace struggles with connecting with those around him on a deeper level I'm not projecting i swearrrr Which is why I see him struggling to connect with his peers. Ace pulls up on Yuu and Grim with violence on the brain in the morning on a school day—i can barely function when I wake up let alone in the morning what kind of "school fight at 7 in the morning" behavior is this?

You can also see it with his interactions with Deuce—they're frenemies because Ace wants to challenge Deuce to see what makes him tick which is why in Chap 5, Deuce screams "I want to be stronger than Ace" because they're constantly trying to one up each other—Ace is the type that constantly has hot air in the brain and doesn't understand how to interact with other's normally without being big ass and Deuce, who needs approval to better himself for his mother's sake and for his dreams, sees that as Ace being antagonistic.

Ace and Deuce are both put in leadership roles as well—Ace is naturally good at being a people pleaser without sacrificing himself and Deuce because he can command a room—in starry robes Trey and Jamil even comment that his enthusiasm makes up for his horrible dancing skills, or the Halloween event where his old gang members showed up and he was able to command them just as easily (b4 folding them like clean laundry).

He said it himself—he's there to have fun and dassit—Cater has fun in order to cover up the shitstorm of insecurities and vulnerabilities he has, rounds up friends and flatters others in an effort to get what he wants to curb the loneliness he feels. Cater is bitter because of unresolved feelings.

Ace isn't bitter and as far as we know he's got a loving family with his brother being a bootyhole to him for shiggles.

Ace thinks he's the main character lmaooo. And who wouldn't think that with how prodigious he is? Dude learned one of the nichest animal languages bc he fucked up and Riddle was gonna kill him. He was able to do the mental math of how much they'd all get, in cash, from VDC in Chap 5. Ace scored higher than bothe Deuce and Grim in Chap 3 which implies that he didn't need the notes in the first place he just didn't want to study.

Ace has a big ego as well and we can see that with his interactions, he also has a bug disconnection problem with realizing other peoples' feelings—so I can see him never truly having friends or a group he permanently wants to hang out with because he can't see outside of himself—he's not a bad person bc of that he just can't see why people are willing to go the highway instead his way.

He wants to have fun and with Wii music playing nonstop in that head of his, he doesn't really think about how his actions end up hurting others or when they get offended by what he has to say because of how provocative his manner of speaking is.

He can't see how someone could be upset with him or why.

It makes him lonlier than he wants to be.

#twst #twisted wonderland #ace trappola #twst theory #i accidentally became a trey apologist #i am a trey hater for the love of god ace forced my hand #warmups for another post thats been decaying in the drafts #i like ace a normal amount #no i am not projecting have a goodday #friendless behavior #no friends?

[showrunnerihardlyknowher]

can I ask what you miss about 2019? i didn't join until last year...what was it like?

Long rant beneath

The community was just so much bigger than what it was now. There were so many creators pumping out stories and artwork left and right, everything was fresh and original, hell even with Sanders Sides running amok everything was a new concept because you could mix and matched like 8 personalities in any setting you wanted. Fearplay was a lot more popular, too. Everyone made something and everyone reblogged something

But now it's just...stale. It's the same five creators over and over again because everyone else either left on their own or were squeezed out of the community. Everything needed to be fluffy and wholesome, only soft hearted male giants or epic, badass giantesses. Fics can only be 1% angst and 99% comfort, and all of those things are just not my style.

"Well if you don't like it, create your own work" I did and I love Star Wars rip off so much, but pretty quickly once everyone else started leaving I was bled dry because I was one of the few fearplay authors left. If you want constant engagement, you have to post damn near daily, which I normally don't have the luxury of doing seeing as I work full time and write at least 10K

Not to mention the community itself is so clique-y, which I've said before. It's not those same 5 creators fault that they got so popular and everyone only flocks to them, they're just trying to make something that brings them and their friends joy, but I'm so tired of seeing the same fic/art 8 times a day on my dash. Especially when they're character types I already don't care for. And if you're not friends with those creators? Forget having your work seen outside of your mutuals, it's almost like you need those creator's stamp of approval saying "Yep, this is a good post because I like it!"

And I'll be honest, I used g/t as a way to cope with my sexual assaults and baby loss. I liked being able to create dark fics with big, oppressive forces and tiny, helpless victims as a way to vent through both POVs. I liked being in control of the concept of overpowering. And now it's like...that's not allowed. You get messages or comments telling you certain tropes are fucked, or gosh these characters are swell but this would be 10000% better if it was uwu pure sugar fluff. No, I want it to be fucked up, I want to explore darker themes. "But g/t needs to be sfw because it's a comfort!!" Yes. It's my comfort as well, you don't get to gatekeep how I make my OCs act.

Also, being an author in the fandom these days is just harder than it used to be. No one wants to sit down and read a fic, they just want to see the pretty visualizes your or someone else made instead. Before, fics FLOODED the g/t tag and it was as magically as Matilda going to the library for the first time. So many stories at your fingertips! Now it's 90% art, which is fine! Art is beautiful! I've made art myself and I've had lovely followers make art for me which I am incredibly thankful for. But it's like that shortened attention span, you know? Why sit down a read a 20K fic when I can just look at art of the crux scene in 10 seconds and get the whole vibe? You're shit out of luck if you're not a popular artist to begin with.

I could really go on and list specific blogs and the shit they've done, but that's not fair of me to do. It's not intentionally their fault. That's just how the pieces happened to fall I guess. And really right now, I'm eight times more emotional than normal because my hormones are rampaging and slagging me with baby blues. Like I said, g/t used to be my coping mech for this type of thing, but with how the fandom is now, it's just not working like it used to and is making my mood feel even worse because of it.

I may end up taking a hiatus in the very near future, I may even end up retiring this blog altogether because I don't see the point in keeping up with a fandom that doesn't make me happy anymore. I'll sleep on it of course before I make any hasty decisions, I might bounce back in a couple days once my uterus stops making me depressed, but we'll have to see.

Hey, if you made it this far into my rant, please remember to reblog stories from small creators that you like. Please remember to give newbies in the g/t tag a chance instead of waiting for your fav content creator to give the all clear and declare the new work a hit, especially since they're all their own clique and hardly seem to reblog outside of each other anyways (like a little popular club whirlwind). If you want new and fresh content, then you gotta help expand the new and fresh content, otherwise authors aren't going to be as inclined to continue to develop it.

It's been a trip, y'all. Have fun out there

#ask #anon #g/t

[najatheangel]

𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬

pairing: liu yangyang x reader

now playing: foreign by trey songz

genre: very spicy and comedy.

requested by: @bigbrainenergytingz ❤️ (sorry boo this one is a little longer than I imagined, but I hope you enjoyed! )

summary: badboy!yangyang crushing on the new female foreign exchange student!reader. Slowly she starts to turn him on and he demands to see her in the library to give her a piece of his mind and body.

“Class here’s our new exchange student from the Dominican Republic! She’s staying here for the 6-month program and she’s a junior. Everyone please be nice and give a big welcome to y/fn. y/ln”

You slowly walk in adjusting your boarding school uniform you received in the dorm today. The skirt was uncomfortably tight and it revealed your legs so it made your walk slightly awkward, but the class didn’t seem to care since they were already staring at you admiring how lovely you looked especially the guy in the leather jacket sitting in the very back, yangyang.

“A pleasure to meet your class, I’ll promise to work hard and do my best.” Your English accent shocked everyone and made all the girls hype you up. All the guys fell in love with you even more, but of course, you had your eye on one man only the rebel, playboy, mastermind, and leader of the Wayv Biker Club Liu Yangyang.

“Bro she’s looking dead at you. I think she wants you, man.” Lucas nudges and ruffles yanyang’s hair as you walk right in front of him and sit at the desk right in front of him. Yangyang leans back and whispers back at Lucas saying “You think so huh? I’ve never done it with a foreign exchange student before. Let’s see what she’s all about.” He gives Lucas a quick fist bump and proceeds to give his attention back to you.

The whole class time, he kept his eyes on you, biting his lip thinking how he’s going to make his first move. As his fellow friend, Mark would always say “You got to seize the opportunity.” And just that he was fired up waiting for the perfect opportunity.

As soon as the bell rang, he ran up to principal Tate begging if he could shadow you around the school just so he could find a way to get closer to you.

Principal Tate rolled her eyes as she ignored to young man pouting at his suggestion. “Listen Yangyang, the last few times I let you shadow a new female student it becomes the talk of the town that you bang them, and then I have to talk to their parents about it over and over again.”

He blocks the door preventing her from getting inside the office. He whines again “Please, she’s different! I will seriously not get her in trouble this time. Can I at least show her the bottom floor of the school and I’ll let you live?”

The principal rolls her eyes one last time and writes a demerit slip as a warning in case yangyang doesn’t follow through with his task. “Fine, only show her the cafeteria, gym, and library, but that’s it. If you take any longer than an hour, then you are in big trouble. Got it?” Yangyang gives her a soft grin thanking her. “No need to worry principal Tate you have my word, see you tomorrow for my after-school detention.”

She shakes her head as he runs after you to your locker screaming your name like an excited school girl. “Ugh, how does his mother deal with him all day every day.”

…

He leans against your locker as he notices you grabbing your packed homemade lunch. “Hey I don't know if you forgot about me, but let me introduce myself. My name is Yangyang and I’m your shadow for the 2nd half of the day.”

You looked at him clutching your lunch box nervously, but at the same time smiling interested in spending your time with him. "Well might as well, you've been staring at me all day in class. Show me around."

Yangyang clears his throat responding back by saying "Uh, was I? My bad love, it's a bad habit. You can follow me Miss Y/Ln. Yangyang walks downstairs with you offering to hold your backpack showing you the cafeteria. The cafeteria of course had served the best expensive meals for students that prefer not to cook in their dorms and also have their tables separated by cliques. Yangyang just so happened to sit in the school rebels aka trouble makers section.

His friends Lucas, CJ, Samuel, and Hendery were smacking their lips eating their pork rice bowl as they see you walking across the cafeteria together with his arm wrapped around his shoulder looking lovey-dovey.

Hendery winked at yangyang and the rest of the boys cheered the two of you on loving how the two of you walk what seems like in slow motion in front of everyone. "Okay, then my boy getting him some. Make sure you meet tonight at the garage to fix our motorcycle like you promised."

Yangyang looks to the side slightly blushing at the boy's comments but gives them a nod before sitting right next to you.

"Sorry, sometimes my friends can be such idiots. Let's eat shall we." The boys moan and make sexual jokes in the background making fun of yangyang even more until he throws an onigiri at them leaving you laughing.

"No it's alright, I never laughed this much in a long time. You guys make the perfect group." Your laugh makes him melt into a bigger puddle making him spill his miso soup all over his pants.

"Oh no! I'm very sorry. Let me clean that off for you" You panic grabbing napkins out of the napkin holder and run to sit very close to yangyang wiping his pants aggressively.

He gulps looking very close to your eyes all the way down to your lap but instantly snaps out of it trying to keep his cool. "Oh no it's getting worst, what should I do?"

The more you wipe the harder time he is having controlling his urges. What made him snap was when you slide his leather jacket off to wipe the stain off his thin white dress shirt. "Okay, that's enough. I can't do this, you're coming with me."

He gets up quickly grabbing you with him speeding towards the library.

...

Yangyang closes the door behind him before checking if anyone dares to come inside. He takes you all the way back to the library back to the romance book section where all the so-called "hook-ups" usually happen and push you against the bookshelf.

He takes a deep breath and looks at you intensely saying "Now I got you where I want you. Why do you keep teasing me? I see right through you."

You finally sigh giving up the innocent act and unleash your true flirty, freaky and confident side. "So you've finally caught me huh. Well, it's not a secret all the girls want you here. So I figured I'd give it try besides your not the innocent one either."

You play with the buttons on his shirt making it harder for him to focus. "Your gonna get me in trouble again if you keep it up, missy."

You giggle and proceed by whispering in his ear in your accent that he loved hearing since you came to the school. "Well, you're the trouble maker for a reason. It won't be bad for one more day."

"I swear to" You cut him off by pulling his shirt down and kissing him softly. "Are you sure you don't want me? I can see it all over your face. Don't deny it just give in already."

Yangyang groans and lifts you up kissing you back against the bookshelf. His kisses become more wet leaving you out of breath and begging for more. He unbuttons your shirt leaving more wet kisses down your neck making you squeal.

"Shhh quiet down. People are trying to study." He teases when clearly no one is here. You slap him lightly and bring his face against your chest letting him play with your boobs.

To make the atmosphere hotter, he starts moving closer to you, lifts your skirt up, and starts grinding against you. "Mmmph, try to keep quiet now. I'll open the door back up and let the whole school hear you scream my name." He chuckles as his movements go slightly faster.

You wrap your arms around him tighter to keep his body as close to you as possible, but that ends quickly when the lunch bell rings.

"Shit- I forgot about Trigonometry!" You panic again as you adjust your skirt and button your shirt back up. You run to grab your backpack and give him one last kiss before running out of the library.

"I'm sorry babe, but can't slip up on my first day. We can continue this later. See ya." You wave skipping out of the library.

Yangyang pouts yelling "Wait, but I didn't get to cum yet. Ugh, man I can't wait to see her again." He smirks adjusting his leather jacket but realizes he smells the leftover soup all over his uniform.

"Crap, I still gotta clean this up."

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[latte-fairytaekwoon]

𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 (𝑲𝒊𝒎 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈) 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅

Part Two

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐆𝐨𝐭𝐡/𝐄𝐦𝐨! 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 (𝐀𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐳)/ 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞)

𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭, 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟, 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐀𝐔

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐀𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐥/𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞/𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞/𝐝*𝐜𝐤 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐣𝐨𝐛 (𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠), 𝐩*𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱 (𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧).

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐘/𝐍 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟓𝐊+

𝐓𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭: @hanatiny @vocalyunho @galaxteez (payback you little bitch)

✽+†+✽――――✽+†+✽✽+†+✽――――✽+†+✽

Awoken from her daydream, Y/N grumbled when her best friend shoved his notebook in her face.

"Earth to Y/N!" He shouted as he ruffled her hair with the object in his hand.

"Mingi! What the hell?" She complained as she pushed the notebook away.

"I've been trying to get your attention for the past 3 minutes. Are you even listening to me?" He questioned her.

"I am!" She interjected.

Giving her a quizzical look, he crossed his arms.

"Really? Then can you tell me what the answer is?"

Ripping the notebook from his hands, she looked over the equation that filling half the page, squinting at it every now and then before ultimately admitting defeat as she slowly handed it back to the genius sitting next to her on the bench.

Rolling his eyes, Mingi let out a small sigh as he began packing up his belongings, deeming it useless to continue his semi-tutoring session.

"Don't give me that look Min, not everyone is a cute nerd like you that can solve an advanced calculus problem in mere seconds."

"Ok! Although that may be true.." He held up a finger as he paused to fully zip up his bag.

"You're pretty smart too Y/N."

She gave him a small thankful smile at his comment.

"You're problem isn't that you're dumb. Your problem is currently standing right over there."

She hesitantly tilted her head to where his head gestured at, knowing fully well what she'd see. But as soon as she caught a glimpse of the black combat boots, her eyes stayed fixated on the figure reclining against the lamppost. Her eyes trailed up his ripped black skinny jeans, up his torso which was covered by a striped black and dark red turtleneck, its sleeves peeking out of the black studded leather jacket layered on top, until they landed on his nonchalant gaze. His eyes were looking down at his phone, the input connected to the headphones that were currently resting on top of his dark ash grey head. That was how one would mostly find Kim Hongjoong: lost in his own little world, blocking out the rest of his environment with a click of his music playlist, no doubt filled with bands like Linkin Park, Breaking Benjamin and MCR. Y/N wasn't going to lie, more than once she often thought about playing a G note near him just to see if he'd react or not. Thinking about him actually reacting to anything made her giggle on the inside.

"And there you go again!" Mingi's voice yelled in her ear.

She was so startled by his piercing scream, she actually fell over and hit the pavement kinda hard. She winced as she felt a pain on her derriere.

"Ow. Ow. Ow." She groaned as she began lifting herself up.

Out of nowhere, a pair of arms scooped her up and helped her stand upright.

"You all right?" The person asked.

"I think so. Thank you for-"

Her words got caught on her throat as a pair of dark brown eyes looked at her, black eyeliner smoked out to accentuate the shape of his eyes and make them look more intense than they already were.

He smirked at her before looking over at Mingi and nodding at him.

"Yunho sent you the invite right?"

Although he was quite familiar and somewhat friendly with Hongjoong, Mingi still had a hard time talking to him, so he merely tilted his head down in a half nod.

"So you're coming or are you going to stay home again and study for any surprise quiz Professor Nam might try to give us?"

Mingi poked his bottom lip out, somewhat offended at being called out like that. The dark male let out a soft snort.

"Seriously Mingi, going out once in a while won't hurt you. You don't even have to get fucked up if you don't want. Just come hang out."

Turning his attention back at the girl silently admiring him, he flashed her a wink.

"Bring a friend if you want too."

Bringing the headphones up to cover his overly pierced ears, he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked away in that usual way of his that made several people think he was on his way to commit a felony or crime.

Y/N watched him leave until he was completely out of sight, and even then, she still stayed staring at the corner he turned. Leaning in, Mingi stared at her with widened eyes.

"Your middle school phase of liking Andy Biersack copycats is really showing Y/N."

She scoffed and pushed his face away from hers.

"Shut up, you act like you didn't have your own infatuation with Hayley Williams."

Mingi stiffened, his ears turning slightly red at the memories.

"I got over it didn't I?"

"I don't know? Did you?" She wiggled her eyebrows at him teasingly.

"Some friend you are. And here I was actually thinking of taking you with me to the weekend bash Yunho and his friends invited me to."

Y/N looked at him in disbelief.

"First off, why would they even invite you? You're not even a part of their clique. Second, even if they had invited you, you wouldn't go. You're too uptight." She accused him.

Squinting his eyes at her, Mingi cleared his throat.

"For your information, I got paired up with Yunho, Hongjoong and Jongho once for a group project and we actually keep in touch since then."

Y/N dropped her hands to the side, a loud slapping noise made against her thighs.

"When was this?"

"Around the time you went to that trip with your parents back home." He answered.

Her mouth dropped open.

"And you never told me this because.....?"

Mingi rolled his eyes.

"Because you would have teased me or would have said something about a nerd, a jock, a teacher's pet and an emo goth, whatever hell spawn demon he is, in a room together and actually getting along."

"I mean, I get them getting along, not so sure about a boring old prick like you though." She stuck her tongue out at him.

Mingi held his fingers up, threatening to flick her forehead if she continued, but Y/N flinched away.

"You ass. And here I was actually thinking of going and taking you so you can hit on your dream boy." He expressed as he began his walk back home, already deeming it late to stay behind on campus grounds.

Following suit and placing herself on his left, Y/N uttered out.

"He's not my dream boy..."

"Really? Then why do you keep drooling over him and looking at him with googly eyes about to pop out of their sockets?" He inquired.

"He's just.....he's just a complex character. Full of mystery and shrouded in this dark aura that I want to get past and see what's behind it...."

She hesitated even though she was supposed to be answering a question. She felt kinda stupid for thinking like that, making Hongjoong seem like some type of enigma when in reality, he could just be a normal person like all the other people that walked past her on the streets. Her friend didn't judge her though, owing some of her curiosity to her psychology major and passion. Slumping an arm around her, he playfully nuzzled his nose against her cheek, making her emit a half-whine half snort hybrid sound at his antics, trying to release herself from his grasp.

"You're so cute. Now come on. I have to take you shopping."

Not even bothering to ask if she had plans or needed to be somewhere else, Mingi linked hands with her and pulled her with him as he speedily walked in the direction of the nearest mall available.

"Explain to me why that is necessary Einstein? You always hated going shopping with me." She nearly tripped trying to keep up with his long strides.

"Because if you want to win emo boy's heart, you at least gotta start looking like his type." He called back at her.

"And what exactly would his type be?"

"Just trust me and leave it all to me."

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Y/N wasn't sure about trusting Mingi anymore as they made their way through a dense, misty and dark forest, the only illumination available being the moonlight that casted a blue tinted beam at their surroundings. Her head whipped with every strange noise that came from bushes or behind a tree. It was kinda chilly and the light breeze that whooshed past them had her legs shivering, making her regret wearing the distressed black shorts and fishnet tights under an oversized Scorpions tshirt that covered most of the shorts, making it look like a no pants look.

"Mingi? Are you sure about this?" She was only thankful of her purchase of some Dr. Martens 1460 black boots which helped her not fall or trip easily on the dirt road.

Mingi, who was an even more scared baby than she was, was fumbled with the sleeves of his pullover hoodie.

"Yeah, Yunho sent me directions and it should be around here somewhere..." He tussled his hair back, trying to hear or distinguish any sound.

"Are you sure he didn't send you to his murder site?" She asked, looking around for any suspicious thing.

Right at that moment, a figure jumped out in front of them, causing both of them to start screaming in terror. Mingi in particular, pushed Y/N to the side and began running in the opposite direction.

"Well dang, he didn't even let me yell boo or something."

Y/N recognized the buff male in front of her as Choi Jongho, the running back of the football team. Giving her an apologetic look, he helped her up after Mingi accidentally pushed her onto the dirt. As she dusted the dirt off, Jongho looked at her band tee.

"Scorpions?" He pointed at it.

He uttered a small 'cool' before signaling her to follow him. Turns out, they were actually not far off from the location, which was actually an old abandoned 2 story summer house that resembled more a barn to her than an actual living space. Cars were all parked out around the area and music was blasting from speakers connected to who knows where. People who hung outside were either vaping their Juuls and chugging back bottles of Smirnoff or Mike's Hard beers, some already halfway to being wasted while others simply held it in their hands, hardly taking a sip as they scanned around trying to find someone to go back home with.

"Don't worry about Mingi. I'll go get him......eventually."

Hearing him snicker, Y/N was actually more worried about herself than Mingi. She only agreed to come because, as surprising as it was, he encouraged her to and knowing he'd be there by her side, being the only person she could stick to cause she did not know anyone else, gave her a little bit of courage. But not anymore after he just totally ditched her and left her alone in God knows where.

Seeing her shift around uncomfortably as they passed through a crowd of wild jumping people, Jongho laced his fingers in hers and brought her over to a more quiet side of the place, where 3 other people were standing around, chatting amongst themselves. Once the two huddled up close to each other saw Jongho and a mystery girl they'd never seen before, they began nudging and whispering among themselves, one of them chuckling under his breath. Hongjoong could already guess what his friend's conversations was about, but he simply rolled his eyes at their behavior and lustful gazes.

Until he turned his head and saw who it was next to Jongho. Then took out the red vape in from his lips and made it a point to exhale the fumes onto the younger member's faces.

"Yah! Hyung! What the hell?" His friend with cat like eyes remarked as he coughed and fanned away the cancerous smoke.

"Just cause you don't care about contracting lung's disease at an early age, doesn't mean San or I want any part of it." The other said.

"Wow. I'm impressed you actually know what contracting means Wooyoung." He smiled amusingly at his younger friend, who was not very pleased with his little joke.

"Hey guys! While trying to retrieve Mingi, I made a new friend." Jongho greeted them like a happy bunny as he held up his hand which was still holding Y/N's.

Hongjoong's eyes narrowed down at where they connected, an eyebrow raised at their physical contact as the hand that held his vape pen began fidgeting it rapidly between his fingers. Jongho of course was oblivious to the anger burning through Hongjoong's stare while Wooyoung and San caught on pretty quick and began debating whether to laugh or step in before bottles were thrown.

"Ok, so where is Mingi now?" San asked him.

"He ran off." Jongho shrugged.

Not wanting to miss the opportunity, Wooyoung pushed himself in between them both, effectively separating them as he pulled Jongho away.

"Great! Now we gotta go find him before he gets lost."

Looking back at Y/N, he waved.

"Hi! I'm Wooyoung, I'm bi and goodbye! You seem nice. Hopefully there's a next time."

Y/N blinked at the flamboyant boy's introduction and exit, wondering if it was planned or-

"No he didn't actually mean to rhyme. He's cute but too dumb to make up a poem on the spot." San answered the question on her mind.

Looking back at Hongjoong, he smiled mischievously.

"Hongjoong definitely can. He's into dark poetry and that Edward Pie guy. Have him recite something to you."

Hongjoong fumed at San who merely patted his shoulder and placed his cup in Hongjoong's hand before sauntering off with the other two.

"Edgar Allen Poe you fucking moron!" Hongjoong yelled as he lifted the cup up, tempted to throw it at him.

Y/N held her hand to her lips for a brief instant, trying to suppress the smile threatening to form across her lips. Hongjoong sighed as he stared down at the contents in the cup, swirling it around casually before holding it out to Y/N.

"Want some?" He offered.

"Umm....sure?"

She didn't even know why she accepted it. She'd never drank before in her life and for all she knew, it could have been laced with something. But not wanting to look like a little priss, she took a deep breath before trying to gulp down whatever alcohol was inside. It burned down her throat and she spat some of it back in the cup, unable to hide the cringing expression at the strong liquor.

"What. Is. That?" She questioned as she wiped the liquid that was on her chin and lips.

Hongjoong snorted as he responded that it was straight vodka, making Y/N feel embarrassed to have let him see such a spectacle from her.

"You're not much of a drinker are you? Or hardly one right?"

Her sheepish look was a dead giveaway which had Hongjoong laughing slightly, his lips parting slightly. Y/N was not only surprised to hear him laugh for the first time, but was intrigued when she saw something metallic on his tongue, making her wonder if he was chewing on something. Noticing her curious gaze, Hongjoong's lip curled up at one corner.

"Oh. That's just a piercing."

He had no qualms and simply stuck his tongue out to let her see the silver bar that was plunged through his tongue, each end having a round ball.

"Wow.....that's impressive." She couldn't deny it was extremely attractive.

Hongjoong himself was just attractive in general. Standing there wearing his usual leather jacket, a black tshirt with red letters, and a red turtleneck peeking out from the top, covering his neck. His usual preference for ripped black jeans was not missing, only this time, he added a little flare by having a piece of red plaid fabric chained around his waist, making it look like a half-skirt look. It seriously made him more hotter than he already was.

"Yeah I know. It's even more impressive when I put it to work."

Pushing himself off the wall he was leaning against, he stepped closer to Y/N, one arm propping against the wall in front of her as he looked at her with hunger and desire in his eyes, those eyes that were once again covered with smoked out eyeliner, only this time he added a hint of red that really made them stand out more and seemed to lure you in and see deep in his soul.

"Wanna experience it first hand?"

She was so lost in his eyes, she almost didn't hear him, until she realized what he meant.

"Here?" She mouthed and gestured around them.

Hongjoong threw his head back and laughed.

"Obviously not here. I'm not like those people outside who are probably already getting to 2nd base in front of everyone."

"Oh....." Now she really felt her cheeks flush red.

Hongjoong patiently tapped his black colored fingernails on the concrete wall, waiting for her answer. She seemed to be debating withing herself so much, until her eyes fell on the patch of skin that was showing when his jacket sleeve rose up, letting her catch a glimpse of black ink that probably went up his arm.

"Listen, if you don't want to that's fine. I know when no means no-" He began to assure her.

"Ok." She quickly responded, interrupting his speech.

"Wait- you're serious?" He slumped his arm off the wall, quite shocked she'd agree.

She nodded. "Yeah."

When it was now Hongjoong who was standing quiet, Y/N giggled and leaned in.

"I mean...if you don't want to-"

She had no time to finish the sentence and his hands gripped her waist and pressed her against him, his breath fanning over hers, the strawberry scent of the vape pen still lingering in his mouth.

"Trust me, I've wanted to for a long time."

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As soon as the door to Hongjoong's room in the dorm clicked shut, the tension in the room seemed to thicken. Y/N gulped slightly as she realized this is really happening. Not that she didn't want it to, but to actually have Hongjoong standing in front of her, his eyes already undressing and fucking her, while his bottom lip was caught in his front teeth, was definitely not a reality her brain was fully convincing. It wasn't until Hongjoong's thumb grazed her bottom lip, making her exhale a tiny gasp, that it fully dawned on her what was going to happen.

"Don't worry babydoll. I promise you'll get breathless after I'm done with you."

Wrapping his hand on the back of her neck to tilt it slightly upwards, his lips came down and covered her own, pressing against them before slightly parting and covering them once more. He started out slow before turning it more intense, nipping down roughly at her top lip in an effort to get her to open her mouth for him. When she did, his hands cupped the sides of her jaw, thumbs pressed against her cheeks to keep her face from moving as his tongue poked out and slipped inside her mouth. A muffled moan protruded from her throat when Hongjoong rolled his tongue over hers, his tongue piercing grazing the roof of her mouth. He then began swirling his wet muscle around her own, letting her feel the cold metallic jewelry that was sending shocks down her body. When his hands released their hold on her face, they only did so to glide down her torso before snaking down underneath her shirt to cup the back of her shorts, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks, nails lightly raking across the exposed skin under the ripped hem.

Feeling like things weren't going fast enough for how needy she was growing, Y/N ran her hands across Hongjoong's chest, going up to his shoulders and sliding his leather jacket off them. Getting the hint, Hongjoong let it fall to the floor and soon his graphic tshirt followed suit, leaving him in his tight fitted red turtleneck that practically clung to his skin, his pectoral muscles that were well above average for someone his size perfectly outlined. As eye catching as it was, that wasn't what caught her attention. What kept her eyes trained on his chest was some weird thing poking out suspiciously.

He chuckled as he knew what she was curious about.

"Oh. That my dear doll, are another pair of piercings I got."

Y/N nearly drooled as he lifted his shirt off, not only revealing the hidden 11 abs he owned, but the arm sleeve tattoo that went from his wrist to a little bit above his right upper arm. On his left side, there was no tattoo on his arm, but instead on his ribcage. But the thing that made her squeeze her thighs together were the black colored metal pieces that were lined across his nipples. Unable to help herself, her hands reached out to touch them, but Hongjoong quickly stopped her.

"Ok doll, before you get ahead of yourself, at least one article of clothing has to come off your body." He smiled cheekily at her.

No hesitation, Y/N soon discarded her own shirt, tossing it somewhere on the room, leaving her torso covered with only her black lace bra that didn't exactly cover much.

"Fuck babygirl, where you hiding that all this- Oh, oh my!"

Hongjoong nearly fell back on his bed when Y/N pressed her face against his chest, her tongue darting out to lick around his pierced nipples. He swallowed as he collected himself, trying not to get too turned on as her tongue played around with the piercings, sometimes nipping at them. Hongjoong arched his back slightly, letting her take as much of him in her mouth as she pleased. The nipple that wasn't being made out with her mouth, was being pleasured by her hand, pinching and gently tugging at it.

"You can go as hard as you want."

Giggling darkly, he took her free hand and placed it on the erection poking out in his pants.

"I'll have you know I enjoy a little pain."

Making her squeeze down on it, Y/N could feel something odd, which prompted her to poke and grope him more fiercely. Wanting to satisfy her curiosity, Hongjoong unzipped his pants and pulled them down mid thigh to let her admire the last set of piercings he owned:

A Jacob's ladder running up the base of his dick and an ampallang pierced through the head.

"Holy shit...." Whether she said it out loud or not, Y/N didn't care. It was the most erotic image she had ever seen and she could not believe that in mere minutes, it would be inside her, no doubt destroying and tearing her walls apart.

Leaning in, Hongjoong sloppily kissed and sucked her jaw and down her upper neck.

"You're free to play with it as you wish doll. I got them for more than one reason. And that's one of them."

Not needing to be told twice, her hand wrapped around the base of his erect cock, her thumb running across his slit. Hongjoong hissed slightly when her hand began pumping him slowly, purposefully applying pressure to the silver metal adorning his length. Taking advantage of the his hazy state, Y/N returned to her previous task of playing with his nipple piercings. Hongjoong threw his head back at immense pleasure he was feeling, loving when Y/N would squeeze him a little to harsh or bite roughly at his nipples. He felt more intoxicated and high being painfully pleasured by her hand and mouth than with any THC chemical he'd ever introduce inside his system.

Without realizing it, he instinctively began bucking his hips up, wanting to chase the release that was building up inside him. Knowing what he wanted, Y/N lifted her head up and sucked on his neck, speeding up her hand movements.

"You gonna cum for me Joongie? Gonna cum all over my hand? Make a mess and soak my fingers with your dirty cum?" She taunted at him.

Unable to hold back especially after her dirty teasing, with a mutter of curses, he spilled himself all over her hand, some of it splattering onto her fishnets. Once he regained his senses, he looked down to find her looking at him with a shit eating grin.

"Heh......don't think you're in charge here doll. This is still my territory."

Swooping her up, she let out a little yelp when he tossed her onto his bed, immediately crawling in between her legs. After getting rid of his pants and briefs, his hands gripped on her belt loops to pull her shorts down. His eyes scanned her body, trying to decide on something. He hummed softly as his hand pressed down onto her clothed heat.

"I'm not going deny it, those fishnets do look remarkably sexy on you....."

With mock pity, he sighed. "Oh well."

Y/N gasped in horror as he tore a hole right in the crotch area, leaving the rest untouched. Opening his desk drawer, she widened her eyes when he took out a pocket knife and flashed it across her face.

"Relax doll. I like pain, but knife play isn't really my thing. On me or my partner."

After ordering her to stay still, she watched as he carefully cut on the sides of her lace panties, just enough to carefully slip them off her body without having to take off her tights. Although in any other situation she would have instantly closed her legs, she didn't feel like doing it this time. It turned her on and made her feel sexier to instead pry her legs open, letting Hongjoong peer down at her glistening folds that he caused, her hands running themselves down her chest as she bit down at her lip.

"Fuck! You're practically drenched already Y/N." Hongjoong cocked an eyebrow at her.

She only giggled before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra, slowly pulling the straps down before flinging it behind Hongjoong, letting it join the other pile of clothes scattered about. Hongjoong instantly became hard again, but as much as he wanted to bury his pierced cock inside her and fuck her senseless, there was still one thing he really wanted to do.

Positioning herself in between her legs, his hands gripped the back of her thighs. Looking back at her, he sent a wink her way before attaching his mouth to her soaking heat, causing her to jolt up at the sudden sensation. Knowing exactly how to get her head spinning, Hongjoong slid his tongue up her slit, making sure to drag the metal piece across her folds. It was unlike anything she felt before. Hongjoong already was demonstrating his powerful tongue skills, but the piercing just added a whole new sensation that had her shivering. She couldn't contain the moans spilling out her mouth when his tongue slipped inside her hole, her noises only turning louder when he flicked his tongue in a particular way that made the round metal tip thump against her clit. Hongjoong especially loved doing that little maneuver of hitting her clit with it.

When she felt herself about to burst, Y/N's hands clutched the sheets underneath her.

"Hong-Hongjoong I'm gonna- Aaah!"

The fire pooling in her lower abdomen broke free and rushed down, sending burning sparks up her body as her body trembled at the sensation. Pressing a hand down to hold her still, Hongjoong lapped up her her juices, moaning on her clit, the vibrations only serving to make her more sensitive to any move he made on her body.

When he felt she was ready, he swiftly sat up and positioned his pierced member at her entrance. Making sure to prep her, he got out a bottle of lube out of his drawer and poured some onto the tip of his fingers, spreading it around before inserting two fingers inside her. It had a slight cooling effect that made Y/N hum in pleasure, her mouth going slightly agape when he inserted a third finger, scissoring her out and overall making sure she was stretched out enough.

"Patience doll. I don't want to cause any unnecessary pain....."

She let out a whimper when he withdrew his hand and slapped her clit.

"That much." He finished.

Propping herself on her elbows, she kept her gaze in between their legs. She let out a cry when Hongjoong's head slipped inside her, the round tips of the ampallang piercing stretching her hole in a delicious burn. Next came the metal ridges that scraped against her lower walls, it was an absolutely exhilarating experience. Hongjoong himself let out a groan when he fit himself inside her tight and warm cavern.

"Jesus babydoll. When was the last time you had a good fuck?" He gripped her hips, trying to keep himself from moving just yet.

"Too f-fucking long." She disclosed, her head falling back against the pillow in a disappointed look.

"Well don't worry babe. I'll make sure to fuck any name out of that brain of yours, you won't even remember your own."

Snapping his hips up, he began a rather hard and fast pace, making sure to angle himself so he hit her g-spot. Y/N's hands held onto his arms, choked breaths and screams coming out of her mouth as she began drowning in the immense pleasure he was giving her. The way the metallic piercings raked against her walls every time Hongjoong thrusted in and out of her was indescribable. At first it felt strange and slightly painful, but soon it became addicting, almost to the point of being overwhelming.

Hongjoong took notice of the way her lips parted whenever the ladder piercing grazed at a particular spot.

"You're enjoying this my angel? Like being fucked by my pierced dick?"

Licking his hand, he dropped it down to spank her throbbing and swollen clit, grinning almost sadistically when she shrieked out at his pleasurable torture.

"Do you just enjoy being used like a dirty little hole? Isn't that what you are in the end? Just a filthy hole for me to fuck as I like?"

The corners of her eyes began spilling out tiny droplets of tears as his hand continued his assault on her clit, slapping it until it turned a bright shade of pink. Feeling the intensity build up yet again in the pit of her stomach.

"Hongjoong! I'm gonna cum!" She warned him.

Snaking his hand to grip her neck, Hongjoong sped up his thrusts, fucking her in a frenzy, sending her into a mental state of pure euphoria as he cut off part of her breathing. Y/N shut her eyes as a violent orgasm ripped through her body, her body thrashing and quivering under Hongjoong's. With clenched teeth and furrowed eyes, Hongjoong completely shattered on top of her, spilling himself inside her clenched walls that were milking him past his breaking point. Releasing his grip on her neck, he collapsed on top of her body, his hands spread out to keep himself from dropping all his weight on her.

"Oh my god!" He panted harshly as he tried to collect his breath and thoughts.

She was in no better state than he was, hair all disheveled, pussy still throbbing and her chest heaving up and down as her mind went blank. She only came to her senses when she felt Hongjoong get up and go out of his room, leaving her confused.

Did he regret it? Did he not enjoy it? Was he going to ask her to leave?

It turns out it was none of the above since he came back with a packet of wet tissues.

"You ok?" He asked, looking at her with concern.

After being reassured that she was fine, he plucked out some of the tissues and began wiping between her legs and thighs.

"Ok, these gotta go."

Hongjoong ripped more of the already destroyed fishnet tights and got them off her body, letting it hit the floor.

"Not like I would have used them again." Y/N agreed.

After cleaning both her and himself up, they both stayed quiet. Clearing her throat, Y/N made way to get up.

"Guess it's my cue to leave.."

"Wait don't go!"

Grasping her wrist, he pulled her back onto the bed, making her slightly straddle his lap. Looking up at her with such tender eyes, he offered:

"Stay the night. I don't want you to go just yet."

He said it with such a pleading tone that Y/N didn't have the heart to refuse his request. She just allowed him to place her beside him on the bed, his chest pressed against her back as one of his arms wrapped around her. She closed her eyes and slowly began drifting off to sleep. She was halfway gone when she felt Hongjoong wrapped something cold around her neck. Opening her eyes, she reached up and felt leather on her skin.

"What's this?" She questioned as her finger toyed with whatever was dangling from the device.

Hongjoong smiled fondly at the black choker strapped around her neck.

"Don't worry about it. Just wear it for me..."

His hand traced the red heart pendant dangling from the choker, the letters 'KHJ' engraved on the center of it.

"So everyone can see that you're all mine now."

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Heyyyyy girl! We haven't talked in a hot minute, but I just finished reading I Will Follow Him earlier and hadn't had a chance to comment when a friend brought the nonsense anon tumblr drama to my attention. Anyway, I'll just say you handled it much more gracefully than I ever would (and probably have in the past, lmao). And I know you have a thick skin and this isn't something that would make you stop writing, but I still just wanted to let you know that I've missed your writing. I don't know if it's just in my head, but having been around the fandom for roughly the same amount of time as you have, I've discerned patterns in terms of the way people write and even what they respond to as readers, and the cliques that get formed around those things, so that to me it feels like even the fic itself generally has eras of writing styles? Like in my head I kind of cluster people together who seem simpatico in regards to the way they write IxM, but also how they express themselves and the way stories flow, whether there's depth of emotion or not, etc, etc. Anyway, for whatever reason, true or psychological, I find myself missing an era of fic that feels gone now. Not to say that there isn't any good writing anymore, just that it's simply a different vibe. So your new fic really brought me back to that old feeling. You always defy expectations when you adapt something into your own thing, so right off the bat I was pleasantly surprised that you, knowing Johnny Castle was not a completely accurate fit for Mickey because dancing/performing and also being a big man whore with the ladies (lmao), decided to subvert that and make him someone else. And Ian was Baby, but also not. My favorite thing though is the unspoken way you really showed Ian not feeling like he belongs anywhere. He has two families and none of them feel like home. I've felt that way my whole life and it's an emotional theme that's always been highly relevant. Makes you feel like there's nowhere you actually belong or anyone you really belong with. So I loved that aspect and look forward to it being explored more in the sequel(s). I thought your ending to this part of the story was realistic, even if I teared up and felt the loss. I could imagine a bit of a time jump and them meeting in completely different circumstances down the line. Again, totally unexpected that you wouldn't even include the big dance at the end, but fucking bravo honestly, because I couldn't picture some cheesy shit where Mickey dances with Ian in front of everyone for shock value and do the lift. Lolololllll... but yeah... do people honestly think Baby & Johnny lived happy ever after once the credits rolled on the actual movie anyway??? No way in hell. Lol. They were too different in ways that couldn't be overcome back then, sorry. He was meant to be her sexual/romantic awakening, and she went on to have a freer life. That's what I think. Ian & Mickey have a lot more in common, and although they have obstacles to overcome, they ultimately will be able to understand each other, and I think, get on the same page eventually. So please, think no more of any hate-adjacent crap you got or will get for this, because you'll always have a willing audience here, and we enjoy your voice so much. 💜

Hey my friend! It sure has been a hot minute, and this is so interesting! I hadn't even really thought about it, but I think you're on to something here. I haven't really read IxM fic in a good while and I kind of just figured that it was all on me because I have changed over the years, but it makes so much sense that the fic culture would change too. The characters are different, the tone is different, the fandom is different... it stands to reason that the fic is different too. I remember how fascinated I used to be with finding demarcations of time in fic, going back chronologically through the tag on AO3. Season 1 fic felt one way, season 2 a whole other way, etc. I suppose we're yet another ring in the ever growing oak tree of this fandom, lol. We're vintage, baby! You want some of those season 5 vibes? You know where to go, these angsty oldies over here writing increasingly absurd AU in 2021, they got what you need.

All of this means so much to me, you have no idea, especially knowing some of these ideas resonated with you personally like that. I've been thinking about this dang AU for several years at this point and I'm a little bit frustrated that I didn't find a way to give the actual writing of it the time it deserved, but I guess I gave it all the time I had, in the end. So that's something. I hope to muster some enthusiasm to go back and perhaps edit it a bit more soon, or at least start working on the sequels. I was traveling with my dad last weekend and I played some of my playlists for him, telling him about all my silly research and plans, and I now have three books about Soul in the late 60s to read. So you know the next part is gonna be real approachable! 😆

I think I somehow imagined that everybody knows and loves Dirty Dancing, too? I never talked to anyone about it when I was a kid, and it's only really the last four years or so that I have started meeting people who love it, like me. And turns out it's all my friends from primary school! It's all of my coworkers (at least the women), and it's so many of my tumblr mutuals... I was halfway convinced that every single person around me was just waiting to reveal themselves as another fan. Not so much, turns out! Writing a 60s dirty dancing AU is really weird, honestly! I expected two people to read my MiB AU, and I should have had the same expectations for this one. Because that's fine! I will write what I want to write and people will read what they want to read, as it should be.

Most importantly, though. I couldn't agree more with your Dirty Dancing analysis! To me, the dancing isn't the actual ending. To me, the ending is "guess we surprised everybody" and "I'll never be sorry" and "neither will I". The dance number is just a good note Johnny comes back to end it all on, but really, the honest final note is that "I'll see ya" *saxophone solo intensifies*. I just think it's so very bittersweet and good, and I only loved the movie more when I realised this. With Ian, everything became more complicated. Clayton is no Dr Houseman, and there can be no cheesy onstage dancing, and Ian has barely had time to wrap his head around the idea of having a future at all, being himself, let alone spending it with someone he just met. The Dirty Dancing AU needed to end this way for it to truly be a Dirty Dancing AU, in my mind. The next part will be something entirely different, and operate under a different set of narrative rules... Oooh well, look at me. I'm all excited about it. I can't wait to write it!

Thank you 💜💜

#manwhore johnny castle made me snort chuckle #also #I think it's only fair to mention #that while I'm extremely invested in being graceful or whatever when people come to me with criticism #I do not feel the same way when I see a friend in that situation #I get angry and defensive and ready to hustle #on their behalf #so I fully understand that reaction too

[stripperblvd]

High School Sweethearts Pt 3 (O.C)

This is just going to be a small afterwards of what happened.

"T-thank yo-you" he said softly looking up at you with the softest baby aqua blue eyes in the world. He was giving you the cutest puppy eyes in the world and he didn't even know it. Your heart was melting with how his hands were tucked in his chest, and how if you tilted him back a little he would look like a small baby sniffling in your arms.

"No problem, what's your name? I'm y/n" you asked as he sat up and gently wiped his tears with his sleeve

"I'm Oswald, Oswald Cobblepot" he said, giving you a small charming smile. You watched as his cheeks turned into a bright pink which held more color since he was fair skinned. You however were not very sure why he was blushing. You thought maybe it was because he just cried on your shoulder but to Oswald that wasn't the complete reason. The actual reason for his blushing was because he was in the presence of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. And not only that but she had stood up for him when no one had ever.

" Can i call you Ozzie?" you asked and he nodded simply. After some introductions you went inside the parlor and got Ice cream. You had asked him about his little waddle and he said he didn't remember if he was born with it or if it was an accident.

"Huh, well i think it's quite cute the way you walk IF i may say so myself" you said flashing a grin. Oswald laughed again and blushed heavily.

A month after you guys met Oswald gained the guts to ask you out and of course you said yes. After 3 dates you guys became a couple. Even through the whole school year, the Popular clique had tried to make you miserable. Oswald always had you. A habit you both grew was sleeping at each other's houses, the reason? You two just couldn't sleep without knowing the other was safe. You were each other's first time ;) and your prom dates.

Your parents liked Os very much and trusted that you guys wouldn't do anything reckless or inappropriate while sleeping together. And as for Oswald's mother she loved you too. At first she was a bit hesitant. You never took any of her comments to heart because you trusted that his mother truly wanted the best for her son and not just some hussy. She believed a handsome man like Oswald deserved the best and you couldn't agree more with both statements. But after you showed impeccable skills in the kitchen and your good caring intentions towards Os she welcomed you with open arms.

You and Oswald didn't have an extravagant amount of money for your end of high school vacation you both planned. He had apologized profusely once you guys started talking about everyone leaving the state or country. You couldn't have cared less about an expensive trip to the Bahamas or a vacation to a 5 star hotel in Vegas. You had actually planned to rent a small cabin for 2 months so you could spend that time in the middle of nowhere with Oswald.

"I'm sorry I promise that I'm saving up money so i can take you on a vacation Y/N" said an embarrassed Oswald who couldn't meet your eye. You huffed and he thought you would leave disappointed you didn't have some lavish vacation. But instead you sat on his good thigh and wrapped your arms around his neck. "Love, look at me" you said. When he didn't you tilted his head upwards with your fingers. "I don't care about whatever everyone else is going to do for a vacation Ozzie"

You started to play with his hair and he sighed burying his head in your chest holding your back for some support. " I actually already had something in mind and it didn't cost even one thousand dollars." He looked up at you and you began to explain.

2 weeks later you guys settled into a spacious cabin and cuddled up on the small sofa with you being the big spoon and Oswald having his head on your shoulder. "Y/n?" you hummed in response. You wrapped your arms around him tighter. one hand was playing with his hair while the other was holding him to you and rubbing his back. "One day I'm going to make you a queen, my lovely dove" he said kissing the skin that was next to his lips. You let out a small chuckle and kissed the top of his head. "Of what sweetheart?" "Of Gotham and everything else you want"

While you smiled at that moment, where two 19 year olds held each other in a small cabin in the middle of nowhere.

You didn't know that Oswald would make His promise true

11/4/19

#oswald copplepot #oswald x reader #oswald cobblepot x reader #oswald cobblepot x fem #fem!reader #the penguin #the penguin x reader #gotham

[kissable-vance-medici]

||Temeplate credit to @video-space !! ||

[INFO]

Name: Leilani christan ormsby/thistlewaite

Gender:Male

Pronouns: he/him

Sexuality:Gay

Weapon/fighting style of choice: Paddles/ Bats

[DIALOGUE]

Greetings:

-"Well hello, mind for a talk James?"

-"Hopkins! Greetings, a moment of your time please?"

-"Jimmy, can we speak?"

-"James, How are you?"

Saying Goodbye:

- "I have to go check on my baby Perri, see you later James"

- "Well times ran out, I have to hear another phone call from my mother."

- "I best be going, my designs aren't going to finish themselves!"

-"Fare well Hopkins, I have to catch a gift from my Fathers' in the office about now"

Chasing:

- "Get back here, you, you doormat!!"

- "Once I catch you, you'll be hearing from three lawyers!"

-"Stop running, face me coward!"

Out of breath:

- "I'm wasting time, you're lucky I have plans today.."

- "No..Wait till I catch my breath then you'll be unlucky.."

-"Oh! My side! Heavens I need to run more.."

Walking around talking to themself:

- "My Daddies won't stop sending me hideous sweaters!"

- "Sometimes I wish I did come out a girl just so my mother would leave me alone about the subject"

- "Dresses aren't that bad to wear, mommy used to make me wear them when I was small! Maybe they're just tad itchy is all.."

- "Would life for me be much better if i was born a girl, well maybe for mommy's life.."

- "Having two dads ain't so bad as mommy always told me.."

- "My Daddy isn't as bossy as Mommy, I wish she'd get boys are more better than girls"

- "Only good gift I've gotten from my Daddies is Perri, no boy could replace him when it comes to those nights.."

-"Perri is what's keeping me from giving into my mothers wishes of what she wants"

-"Perri is like a baby to me, speaking of, I should go down to buy him treats"

-"My Mother says kissing boys here is dangerous, I think the only good advice she's given my entire life"

-"Maybe lower class boys can be handsome, well MAYBE can at least.."

Conversing:

- "Did your Mother ever make you say you were a girl?"

- "You know those rubber things in the small packages? I don't think it's gum.."

- "You know James, you are cute but I wish you dressed less poor so if we were seen together my parent's would suspect a thing!"

- "I think I have Scoliosis, I've been forgetting a lot of things"

- "When I was little I found this strange collar in my Daddies' room, I'm still wondering if they were gonna get me a puppy."

- "What do you normally shop for James?"

- "Do you think when you drink blue punch, your pee is blue? I swear some toilets suspiciously have Blue in them"

- "My mommy had a small dog named Lily when I was 7, she liked dirt, reminds me of the jar of dirt I used to make a dirt mountain in the living room when she strangely vanished.."

Conversation Response:

- "Oh my."

- "Indeed."

-"Quite interesting, may you say more."

- "Undertsable, I get that."

- "Couldn't get that, but I will try."

Complaining:

- "Maybe for once boys dressed nice I'd kiss them!"

- "I wish my Mommy would lay off, only if I had the guts!"

- "God dammit, I stepped in gum!I think I'm gonna cry…"

- "Perri accidentally pooped on my arm when I was chatting with a cute boy, I cant believe he'd do me like this!"

- "My last pair of underwear is once again missing! These pants are really not soft, think I'm getting another rash on my- you know where!"

Unknown/Cut Dialogue:

- "It is normal to faint five times after a hot shower?"

- "My Mother is getting on my back after that date with one of the bullies, wish she got that he actual showers?"

- "What the hell is a V card, is there letter cards I never heard about? And why do people always take them?"

- Sometimes I'll be doing something but blink and find myself on the floor, I don't get what the nurse means by neurocardiogenic syncope? Is that like a sleep thing?"

-"I have 10 brothers, no wonder my mom wanted me to be a girl"

Starting fight with Cliques:

[Bullies]

- "God, I hope your pimples don't pop during a punch!"

- "Bet you fight like you dress, poorly!"

- "You nothing more than pennies on the ground!"

- "Come at me you heathens!"

[Greasers]

- "I'll be washing my hand when I'm done with you!"

- "Under all that leather is nothing more but a walking non-sqeak door canister!"

- "Don't slip on your hair gel when you get a run start!"

-"Fast food places use less grease than you put in your hair!"

[Nerds]

- "You may have brains, but i know you dont have brawl!"

- "You're weaker than my baby cousin!"

- "You're gonna wish you keep that nose in a book!"

- "Hope you like not seeing for a week, four eyes!!"

[Jocks]

- "Keep those sweaty hands away from me!"

- "Smells like wet jockstrap!"

- "Come at me you Sport freaks!"

-"Football dont teach you punching skills!"

[Townies]

- "Glad bullworth doenst have you in it"

- "Proud Derby dont waste money on you!"

- "Ready to get a taste of Bullworth!"

- "I'd sue you but I dont think you have enough money to even pay for a parking hours at the cournt house!"

Requesting an errand:

- "James, If you do this thing for me maybe you can buy better clothes?"

- "Quite an heavens call, Hopkins I need help!"

- "Speak of the devil, James I need a errand please, help one out"

- "Jimmy dearest, mind getting em a few things? I'll pay extra!"

Friendly Comments:

- "Good evening James, you look stunning for once!"

- "Proper clothes, Hopkins I'm quite shocked"

- "Jimmy, ya know Perri doesnt find you all that bad?"

- "James, you make me question if some boys do have have taste here"

Unfriendly Comments:

- "Whered you find those? Bottom of your moms drawer?"

- "At least I have two daddies"

- "Move aside, I dont need to waste my eyesight on you punk"

- "The only thing thatd describe you is what you find vomited near the dumpster melted in the pavement"

[EXTRA]

Demanding flowers:

- "Maybe a little something can make me not mind your clothes?"

- "A gift would be nice if you really cared"

- "Honey, if you didnt have the fashion to ask me out, do you have the gift to make up for it?"

After receiving flowers:

- "I hope you checked for spiders, I might cry"

- "Well, i mean, clothes arent all that important right now.."

- "Quite nice of you James, ain't you a sweetheart?"

Before kissing:

- "I quite flattered, come here baby"

- "A kiss?Been awhile since a nice boy asked me this"

- "Let me see what's it like to kiss boys like you"

Post-kiss:

- "Oh James, I quite enjoyed that"

- "You know, maybe if your open tonight, I can measure some designs on you?"

- "I now get what Gord means"

- "We cant hold hands, I dont want any longer calls with my mother, BUT James I do appreciate this"

[PHOTO OF YOUR OC]

Tags: //Honestly i dont know who to tag 😔// @video-space @gordvendomewhore

#bully scholarship edition #bully se #myart #canis canem edit #oc #leilani O./T.

[kangjaehyun]

The Christmas Chronicles: Episode I

For Seokjin, Christmas holidays are synonymous with constant back-and-forth traveling, last minute shopping, the festive aroma of freshly-baked goods, booming laughter and warmth, and his mother's half-yearly attempt at taking the matters in her own hands to play the wingwoman for him.

He doesn't remember a single Christmas holiday after his fourth year—or what his mother affectionately likes to dub as coming-of-age year—that he could spend peacefully. According to Joohyun Kim, Seokjin's spontaneity directly translates to indecisiveness and a constant dilemma over what he wants to achieve in life. It is frustrating to say the least, really.

So, when she excuses herself in hopes to steal him away from his clique of friends, Seokjin is quick to understand her intent.

“𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵—” He starts, but before he can say anything in retaliation, she wraps her hand around his arm and raises a finger at him.

“Oh, don't give me that look. Just meet her once and you'll see what I'm talking about—”

“I don't want to meet anyone, mum,” he murmurs in a low grumble, like he is already tired of the conversation despite it beginning not even a minute ago. “Why can't you just leave me be?”

“Oh, hush,” his mother shushes him, with a dismissive wave of her hand. “Merlin knows how disastrous you'd be if you're left to your wits to fend for yourself.”

“That's 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘭𝘺 an excuse to—”

“—You brought 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘦 stray kittens home last year just because—”

“Those babies were 𝘢𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥,” Seokjin reasons, emphatically. “And adorable.”

The middle-aged woman turns to him with a sigh, long-suffering, and he can tell she is exasperated by the way her breath crackles. She makes a faintly disparaging clucking noise, like she's planning to argue with him some but holds it back, saying, “Come on now. Remember Eric's youngest daughter? The one who was transferred to Beauxbatons in her fourth year after he got himself a posting in France? She is your age now. Expensive education, high ambitions. Beautiful, passionate, soft-spoken...”

As she drones on and on, Seokjin tunes her out, putting on a smile to hide his exasperated expression as he gets dragged across to the room to meet what he knows for a fact would be the reason for his premature death.

“Remember to behave,” she whispers conspiratorially to him, just before tapping on the shoulder of a slender, unknowing girl clad in a white dress, making her turn around.

“Yes? Did you want something, aunt Joohyun?” The girl asks, with a smile, as she stands up straight and throws her shoulders back. She's holding an empty wine glass in an immaculately manicured hand, with short, glossy, pearl-pink nails. She has a tinkling charm bracelet dangling from her slender wrist, and the barest hint of sleek, curly light-brown hair tumbles forward from her loose ponytail as she glances at him for the briefest of moments.

She is a neat girl. Pretty—dare he say—but, well...

“Lisa,” Joohyun says, affectionately, beaming. “I want you to meet my son, Seokjin. He is currently enrolled in Hogwarts, studying in his sixth year—just a year away from graduating, actually.” She then turns to face Seokjin, saying, “Remember Lisa Robinson? She used to play with you when you both were kids. Ah, good times. I think you'll find you both have a lot in common.”

“Hi,” Seokjin says silkily, smile too bold and well-practised as he extends his hand for a shake. Lisa accepts it, not missing a beat.

“Hello,” she says, the faintest of pink appearing on her high cheekbones.

“Oh,” Joohyun says, dramatically, and Seokjin tries not to roll her eyes at her theatrics. He knows his mother too well to know that she would be thinking of an excuse to leave them alone to socialize. “I think I forgot to check the stove—don't want to serve the guests burnt treats on a lovely occasion—you both enjoy yourselves, okay?”

And before Seokjin can say anything, she has already jostled her way past the mingling guests in the warmth of their parlour.

Imagining multiple ways of staging his own death, he turns to the girl with a smile, trying to think of ways to make the awkward silence go away. Fortunately for him, Lisa spares him the embarrassment and beats him to it.

“I like your shirt,” she says, conversationally, as though she has barely stopped herself from commenting on the weather as a way of staring the small-talk. Talk about white Britishers and their awkward conversation starters. “Orange is my favourite colour.”

“Thanks,” Seokjin says, with an edge to his tone, glancing down at his feet before he looks up with a nonchalant shrug. His biceps bulge as he raises an arm to scratch at his nape. “This is actually tangerine.”

“Oh,” she murmurs awkwardly. “Alright.”

Seokjin catches himself just in time before he can mumble an apology. As a gentleman, he is not used to being dismissive, but he figures this is the only way he can make her dislike him in some way and help him plan his own escape.

“What are your interests?” she asks him. “Aunt Joohyun mentioned we have similar interests, so... I take that sommeliering interests you, too?”

“Sorry?”

“Sommeliering. Studying the different varieties of tea,” she explains, gesturing around with her free hand.

“Ah, no. I play Quidditch,” he says in a voice he hopes does not give away his discomfort, with a shake of his head. His face is deliberately neutral as he shoves his hands inside the pockets of his trousers. “And I have an interest in something along the lines of curse breaking. Tea, though?”

“Yes, that's one of my elective courses,” she says, with a small laugh. “I want to open open a tea shoppe outlet one day. Sommeliering is fascinating, you know? There are so many varieties to study. Oolong tea, earl grey, chamomile tea...”

As she blabbers on and on about her specialization, Seokjin zones out of the conversation, looking desperately around the room at the merrymakers. He has to find a way to tell his parents about his long-found epiphany — and soon.

It is not that he is actually too scared of it. After all, they are liberal-minded people, his parents. They have always taught him to accept diversity in all forms and love himself for who he is. This really shouldn't be that hard.

“—you think?”

Seokjin makes a distracted sound, turning back to Lisa with a blink, staring back, until her smile fades. “Ah, yes? You were saying?”

“Do you drink tea?”

“No, actually I'm an alcoholic,” he answers, with a simpering smile. No, he isn't, but 𝘴𝘩𝘦 doesn't need to know that.

“I'm—excuse me?”

“I can't sleep at night if I don't get drunk. Cannabis are a great help at times, too,” he explains, swiftly. “Actually, I'll just go get myself a beer or something. Do you want anything—”

“No, it's fine. I think I can help myself. Thanks,” she says, with a forceful smile, sniffing in what Seokjin assumes is disdain. He can imagine a plethora of rumours regarding him circulating amongst the guests in the room already, but he cannot really bring himself to care.

“Alright. Good talk,” Seokjin says, unable to stop himself from sounding rather relieved as he nods at her in acknowledgement and excuses himself. “See you then.”

He must talk to his parents tonight.

#the Christmas chronicles #ep 1 #episode 1 #one