#day 2: role reversal/body swap

[mr2swap]

-Jackson But what the fuck are you doing, young man? You've lost your mind? Go straight to your room and no internet or video games - I can't believe how irresponsible my son is, he and I switched bodies just a couple of days ago, and he's already breaking the rules, he knew that "wish" his grandfather gave him for his birthday. He'd get us in trouble. I never thought he'd want to trade places.

-Listen, dad, It's very hot, and I had a very heavy day at work, Of course, you don't know what that is now, So you better shut your mouth before I shut you because I'm not in the mood to your sermons- I was speechless listening to my little 8-year-old son with such rude vocabulary I approached him a little and to my surprise, he stank of beer, I looked up looking at my ancient and hairy body of almost 2 meters, The smell of beer was unmistakable. But besides that smell Jackson was stinking up, the smell of a working man fills my little nostrils, making me wince a little.

-JACKSON SMITH, ARE YOU DRUNK?! - For a moment Jackson stopped drinking his beer and looked down at me, frowned and put on a serious and somewhat annoyed face, then continued drinking the beer bottle until it was completely empty. He left it on the kitchen table, making a noise that made me jump in fright.

- yes "dad" Do you have a problem with that?, before returning home I went with my new friends to the bar that is near the construction company, and you know what? I'm going out with the boys again on the weekend, So I'm going to leave you with “your” mother So that you ask her stupid questions and not me-

-But what's wrong with you? Young man, I order you to open your wish right now if you don't want me to… - before I could finish the sentence, Jackson used his long legs to stand in front of me, put his hands on his hips, and smile at me.

-What are you going to do? Punish me? Take away my Nintendo? Or leave me without dinner? I think you still don't understand Who the boss is But don't worry "son" I'm going to solve it right now-Without giving myself a second to run I grab my armpits and in one movement I get up and walk towards his room while I screamed, and I hit his chest to try to get him to put me down it was so humiliating to be carried like a toy or a child….

He opened the door to his own room and laid me on the small bed Decorated with the Superman logo that to me was now huge. -Listen well son because I'm only going to repeat this once, Now I'm the father, so you have to obey me Like a good son, Or you'll know what it feels like to be grounded for the rest of your young life-

I was trembling with fear for the first time in my life his voice was serious, and he had more than enough self-confidence, and on the other hand, I almost peed in my shorts knowing that I had lost all control of my son and my own house, I nodded silently trying to avoid his penetrating and intimidating gaze that seemed to enjoy every minute of this.

-very good! Now that we clear this up Finish your homework and if you're good the rest of the day we'll order Pizza for dinner- He put his huge, heavy and calloused hand on my head and caressed my hair and messed it up at the same time, he turned around and walked out of the room closing it before leaving.

I just hope that this situation is reversed before my son becomes a complete monster, now I better finish my math homework I don't want my new "dad" to be upset that he's drunk.

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#bodyswap #body swap #male body swap #body switch #male transformation

[thedragonqueens]

TVDu femslash week

Day 2 - body swap/role reversal

What if Lizzie turned into a heretic and Hope turned into tríbrid, but instead of Hope turn of her humanity, Lizzie did...

With Alaric dead and Josie in a several coma, Lizzie's life already was like hell. But then, she got turned into a vampire by accident for Hope's blood. Now she was a heretic, with aplified emotions and all she had was pain, grief... feelings that only were hurting her.

Lizzie took a while until decided what to do: she was going to turn off her humanity. MG was the first one to tell her she shouldn't, everyone tried, but none could. So, they asked for Hope and, obviously, she agreed to talk to Lizzie and try make she see something else, some other way.

"Lizzie?" - Hope said while entering in the room.

Lizzie was in the hospital, just looking at Josie and praying that her twin would wake up magically from coma.

"Please, don't do that. Everyone have been told me that I can figure out how go through this, that have another way that I just haven't seen. But I tried everything, Hope. I made spells, studied like a crazy for months. I can't do this anymore. I dream with them every night, and when I wake up feels much more like a nightmare. I can't cure Josie, I can't do anything for her... just for myself." Lizzie closed her eyes and just let all go, turning off her humanity. Hope thought she would still have time to stop the blonde girl, but she didn't.

"You haven't done that..."

"I did, but you can't tell anyone." Lizzie tried to attack Hope and broke her neck, but Hope is way stronger so the tribrid broke Lizzie's neck and got her body, just like a princess.

"I'm sorry, Lizzie. I'll bring you back to normal and make you happy. But run away from feeling is never the solution, trust me on that." Hope said to the "dead" body, wondering if she had told Lizzie that had feelings for her, things could be different now.

#simple but thats what we have #could be better #blame my school #xoxo #the originals #the vampire diaries #tvd universe #legacies #hope mikaelson #lizzie saltzman #tvdufemslashweek #tvdu femslash week #tvdu sapphic #tvd sapphic #hizzie #hizzie fanfic #hizzie story #hope loves lizzie

[sindirimba]

just a couple months to go til october, so you know what it’s a good time for?

i love the idea of kinktober so i decided to make my own prompt list. the ones out there are fine but a bit slanted toward people who primarily make stuff about cis dudes having sex, so i wanted to try to make something a little more broad and inclusive + including some horror-themed prompts because halloween.

some prompts are intentionally vague to encourage creativity, but of course all of them can be interpreted however the creator wishes. multiple prompts are provided for each day to give people options; use one or use multiple, it’s up to you.

have fun!

text format below the cut:

1. lingerie . stripping . fetish wear 2. chastity . new experiences . insatiability 3. masturbation . public sex . group sex 4. spanking . rimming . anal sex 5. sensory deprivation . gags . somnophilia 6. rope bondage . impromptu bondage . metal restraints 7. monsterfucking . supernatural . movie night 8. sadism & masochism . bondage & discipline . vanilla 9. voyeurism . exhibitionism . phone sex/sexting 10. mommy/daddy kink . strength/muscles . body mods 11. breast play . kissing . fingering 12. sex work . dirty talk . roleplay 13. glory hole . blindfolds . miscommunication 14. hypnosis . ghosts . secret fling 15. fucking machine . technology . cyber sex 16. angry/hate sex . objectification . marking 17. g spot/prostate play . drag . grinding 18. blood . vampires . biting 19. pussy worship . cock worship . body worship 20. adrenaline . breath play . fear 21. dubcon . noncon/CNC . masks 22. identity porn . role reversal . power difference 23. gender play . body swap . praise kink 24. size difference . servitude . formal BDSM 25. pet play . werewolves . collars 26. oral sex . scissoring . intercrural sex 27. confinement . rituals . face sitting 28. pegging . double penetration . overstimulation 29. punishment . humiliation . interrogation 30. food porn . sex with strangers . costumes 31. intoxication . outdoors . temperature play

#kinktober #writing prompts #fanfic prompts #kink prompts #what is tagging

[its-a-queer-thing]

Great questions about the tropes event!

Got two very important asks over night so thought I'd answer those here along with the event info.

Can you finish the fics late if you can't by the end of Nov./mid-Dec.?

Yes. I am notorious for posting WIPs for events so I'm definitely not going to be the hypocrite here and say no haha. Try to get as much done as you can for the spirit of the event, but you're not going to get a disapproving wag of your finger from me if you can only post a couple of chapters at a time.

2. What kind of tropes are on the list?

7 mins in heaven

ABO

Amnesia au

Angel/demon au

Angst with happy ending

Angst with tragic ending

Arranged marriage

Assassin au

Based on a painting

Bdsm au

Bodyguard au

Body swap au

Book club au

Bounty hunter

Canon compliant

Canon divergent

CEO au

Childhood friends to lovers

Circus au

Coffee shop au

Crack fic

Doctor au

Dorm mates au

Drunk au

Dystopian au

Enemies to lovers

Established relationship

Fairytale au

Fake relationship

Fluff

Forced Quarantine

Friends to lovers

Ghost au

Greek au

Hero x Villain

Historical au

Horror au

Hospital au

Huddle for warmth

Hurt/comfort

Ice skating au

Internet friends au

Jock/nerd

Lawyer x client au

Love at first sight

Love at second sight

Love triangle

Mermaid au

Miscommunication

Mutual pining

Mythology au

New student/coworker au

No umbrella

Old!Gallavich

One bed trope

Party au

Pirate au

Post Apocalyptic

Profesor x Profesor au

Rainy day au

Rivals

Robbery au

Role reversal

Roommates

Royalty au

Secret royalty

Slow burn

Song fic

Soulmate -- seeing colors AU

Soulmate au

Spin the bottle

Tattoo shop au

Timeloop au

Tutor au

Unrequited love

Vampire au

Feel free to comment or send asks/messages if there's a trope you like that isn't here that you may want added.

2.5. Can I request in my sign-up email to not get a certain trope?

Yes... Within reason. Someone used the example ABO, and the natural next one that came to mind for me was BDSM; that's fair that those might make you uncomfortable to work with and that's perfectly fine. But if you request not to be assigned fluff or slow burn simply because you don't like it... that would kinda defeat the spirit of the challenge!

I love that people seem excited so far, so I hope to get a really solid turnout!

#Gallavich tropes event #Gallavich fanfic tropes event #Gallavich fanfic #Gallavich fandom

[gunsatthaphan]

I am already bothering you because of the OS2 trailer lol but I want to express my theories so here they are:

NLMG: I agree with the time traveling theory! with the outfits and setting it's giving Palm and Nueng sent back in time where Palm seems to be the rich one

MLC: soul/body swap as people where saying for a wile, or a different hniverse where everithing is swapped(wich I think could be more probable cuz they all swapped not only Tinn and Gun

ABAAB: same as MLC or as you said a roleplay so that Cher can experience what Gun does

BBS: no clue... people seems to think it's a body/soul swap as well considering some of the scenes shown

ATOTS-SIMM: maybe just vibes and cute times for the couple, to for Phupa Tian people seems to think it's also a body/soul swap but to me not so much

The Eclipse: Wat making a short movie for a film festival in Phuket and he involved all his friends(e.g. the Brokeback Mountin looking scene) we saw them in the bts in front of some theatre

anyway this is my take we will know in a little over a week so!

Still this trailer made me holler in lughter! and twitter dod too the trailer and the comments of it gave me so much joy! can't wait for it!

hi anon!

thank you for sending in your thoughts!! here's what I think:

NLMG: judging from their outfits and the setting, I'm pretty sure that theory is correct. they could even be travelling through multiple different eras before waking up in their time, which is actually something they hinted at before but I couldn't put it together back then lol. so yeah. it makes sense.

MSP (I'm assuming MLC is a typo because if not then I have some bad news for you lmao): I honestly don't know where people are getting this body swap theory from lmao. the trailer did not suggest that? or maybe I'm just blind. I still don't like body swaps but if that's what's happening then let's see how it goes.

ABAAB: the role switch thing seems pretty legit to me. From what I can tell I don't think it's a body swap though, probably just Cher wanting to reverse the roles and knowing him it's gonna be for some kink reason dfjkgdf

BBS: no idea either. the very small amount of footage that we got didn't really look any different from the original show tbh so I'm not sure what they're gonna do. It's possible that it won't be anything elaborate. And I once again want to throw out there that they filmed this whole thing in 2 days lmao. So I'm not expecting much.

ATOTS & SIMM: I agree about both. We didn't get any footage from SIMM since they just wrapped filming today but I also think it's gonna be a compilation of some cutesy-boyfie moments which I'm very much okay with lol. Same with ATOTS.

The Eclipse: The wat-short-film theory seems to be the general consensus and I think it's very likely. Wat makes a movie where they recreate old movies such as Golden Eagle, Brokeback Mountain and others and I think that makes sense. At first I thought there might be some universe-travel involved but not anymore. And I actually really like that idea tbh.

I'm super excited for all the episodes 🥺 it's been such a long drought lmao so I'm happy we're getting all of them back!! 🥺💜

xxx

#our skyy 2 #gmmtv #theories

[ted-lasso-au-gust]

Ted Lasso AUgust Prompt List

✨ Enjoy✨

Prompt List Text Version:

Day 1: Tattoo/Florist

Day 2: Soulmates

Day 3: Role Reversal

Day 4: Crime & Punishment

Day 5: Crossover

Day 6: Historical

Day 7: Science Fiction

Day 8: Adoptive Family

Day 9: Reboot/Fresh Start

Day 10: Espionage

Day 11: Health & Medical

Day 12: Mythology

Day 13: Infinite Loop

Day 14: Where It All Went Wrong

Day 15: Countryside

Day 16: Supernatural

Day 17: Flatmates/Neighbours

Day 18: Childhood

Day 19: Horror Movie

Day 20: Roadtrip

Day 21: Underwater

Day 22: Fake Married/Dating

Day 23: Injured

Day 24: Pets

Day 25: We Used To Be…

Day 26: Body Swap

Day 27: Food & Beverage

Day 28: University/College

Day 29: Superpowers

Day 30: Post-Apocalypse

Day 31: No Football

#ted lasso au-gust challenge 2022 #Ted lasso #Ted lasso tv #Ted lasso fanfic #Ted lasso gifs #Ted lasso fanart #Rebecca welton #coach beard #nate shelley #leslie higgins #roy kent #keeley jones #jamie tartt #trent crimm #isaac mcadoo #colin hughes #dani rojas #sam obisanya #afc richmond

[empressgeekt]

Fic Prompt - Avatar Lo'ak AU (in a bending way)

Currently, with the release of the new movie, I'm sure that when someone hears the word AVATAR their mind goes to our favorite blue alien family. However, there is another, equally great, franchise by the same name. Avatar: The Last Air Bender (or Korra doesn't matter why part of the timeline you entered in). These are both high popular franchises, but someone in the fanfiction community there have been very few attempts to SMOOSH them together.

So, I present to you the Avatar Lo'ak AU.

Benders are still a thing on the dying earth, but since the four nations have fallen long ago, and many generations of people having kids between each other, humans who are benders could be anything no matter what other benders in their family are. The Avatar is mostly, a military role now. Whatever country they're born into they serve, and protect. The ides of world peace and balance is long past, lost to myth, so people are just fighting over the Avatars depending on which country they are born in, either training them to lead their soldiers or trying to kill them so the would be hopefully reborn in the killer's country. This means that when he was serving Jake actually had the chance to talk to the Avatar before Lo'ak (I'm calling her Adashi, don't know why). Jake would completely forget about this encounter, for years, until...

The day that like a 12-year-old Lo'ak enters the avatar state to save his siblings from some sort of predator in the forest. The whole family, plus Norm witness the event. Shock runs like wildfire, because 1, this is a human thing, and 2, the Navi has no clue what just happened. Norm is a complete obsessive geek when it comes to benders, and the Avatar, so he digs up all the research he did on it to help explain what Lo'ak is to Neytiri and Mo'at, however they don't really understand the gravity of what the young Navi is until Norm compares the Avatar to Toruk Makto, and what could happen if Lo'ak enters the avatar state with out proper training.

Sadly for Lo'ak there is little that can teach him control on Pandora currently. Jake is an earthbender (hadn't done it in years and never tried in Navi form, but apparently bending stuck with him after the body-swap), so he spends the next few years teaching Lo'ak earthbending. Due to their similar personalities, Lo'ak takes to earthbending like a fish to water, and is a very good earth bender in a few years. Norm manages to get his hands on other bending materials to at least get Lo'ak the basics on the other elements.

As for the rest of the plot. I have no idea. I keep jumping from one idea to another, and have nothing to string them together yet. Definitely think that some of the other RDA drivers will retain bending abilities and would want to hunt Lo'ak down. Maybe they revive other benders specifically to take down Lo'ak, one of them being Tommy Sully, because he was a decent Air Bender while alive, and than Jake would get his brother back and a lot of angst regarding Tommy not wanting to fight, a kid even before he learns that Lo'ak is his nephew. So, they rebel. Maybe they don't leave the forest because it is where Lo'ak can defined himself, or maybe they leave to protect him. Maybe the humans decide to eliminate all possible allies to the sullys and take out the homes of the other clans, before attacking the avatar's home. Making the reef people have to come to the forest in a role reversal.

So, many possibilities!!!!

#avatar #atla #crossover au #bending au #jake sully #neytiri #lo'ak te suli tsyeyk'itan #fanfic #fanfic prompt #neteyam sully #kiri sully #loak sully #avatar loak #norm spellman #navi #oc #blue flute clan #Eway #Ravva #mo'at #james cameron avatar #canon divergent au #plot bunny #avatar the way of water #avatar 2009 #Blue alien people #tuktirey #omatikaya #avatar the last airbender

[pi-creates]

Hey there! Do you have any tutorials on how to model swap in season 1 specifically? I'm trying to swap Travis and Doug and am completely at a loss due to the way the files are so funky with season 1 - any help is much appreciated!

The tutorial I have >>here<< is specifically walking through a swap to put Vince from the 400 Days DLC into the role of Lee in Season 1. It isn't really specifically about Season 1, but it focuses and shows a swap happening in that season.

It covers the basics of file types and how to get them working for a swap. It also goes over the method to load a swap without remaking your archives, which I would highly recommend as it is both much easier and quicker that way.

But if you're having issues finding files for Season 1 in particular, a big differences between that season and any of the others is that it has a lot of files in these archives instead of the individual episodes:

WDC_pc_ProjectSeason1_anichore.ttarch2 WDC_pc_ProjectSeason1_data.ttarch2 WDC_pc_ProjectSeason1_txmesh.ttarch2

This doesn't mean that all of the files you need will be in those, but if you're looking for something specific in the episode archives and can't find it, it's probably in those Project archives instead.

And at the most basic level, the meshes and textures you will be looking for are probably going to look like this:

Even though there are separated meshes for Travis (body, hair, head), he also has a singular combined mesh with everything - that's the "sk54_travis.d3dmesh". This will be the easiest one to work with since a lot of Season 1's characters only have one mesh.

And Doug has three meshes depending on the episode he appears in "sk54_doug.d3dmesh" is the appearance he has in episode 1, "sk54_doug103.d3dmesh" is his appearance in episode 3, and "sk54_dougJacket.d3dmesh" is his appearance in episode 2.

If you want Travis to appear in Doug's place in your game, you will have to use the "sk54_travis.d3dmesh" and rename it to overwrite the Doug mesh you want to replace. If you want him to appear in all of the episodes instead of Doug, then you'll have to duplicate the Travis mesh (just copy + paste) and make sure you rename each copy to cover all three of Doug's meshes.

If you want the inverse and to have Doug appear in Travis' place in episode 2, you do the same process but in reverse. You'll have to pick which version of Doug you want to appear, then use that mesh to rename into "sk54_travis.d3dmesh".

The rest of those .d3dtx files need to be in your archives too in order for the mesh to load it's associated textures. And you DO NOT want to rename your textures if you're just trying to do a standard swap. They just need to exist in their unaltered state in a way the game can load.

You also will want to find both Travis' and Doug's .skl files in the data, and there should thankfully only be these ones:

And it's the same principle as the meshes before. Whichever mesh type you used to overwrite the others, use the matching .skl to overwrite the remaining .skl files that your swap is going to cover.

The most difficult part is going to be getting your swapped character to emote properly in the role you put them in. You might be lucky and the characters you've swapped share base animations and therefore their faces move appropriately... if not, you're going to have to go through the other character's files and experiment with .ptables in the data, and the .anm files in the anichore archives.

If it helps at all, I do know that Doug's character shares files with the cop at the start of the game (sk54_copWD), and Travis shares at least some files with David, the teacher who is with him and Ben in the woods. There are likely even more characters with compatible files that intermix, but I can't personally tell you what they all are, I'm afraid.

Hopefully something in either the tutorial or my rambling helps you, mate. Good luck!

#twdg talk #tech support #twdg s1 #model swaps

[rarecharacterweekend]

The time has now come, folks! DC Rare Character Weekend starts tomorrow!

If you’re posting on AO3, we have A Collection you can add your works to. If posting on tumblr, please tag us @rarecharacterweekend to ensure we see you so we can reblog your posts! If you think we’ve missed you, just send us an ask and we’ll make sure to correct the mistake.

This event is running from May 13th to 15th, but late entries are absolutely welcome! No matter when you post, we’d love to see whatever delicious rare works you all come up with.

Day 1: Identity Porn | Villain/Hero Relationship | Canon Fix-It Day 2: Age/Role Reversal | “You’ll always belong to me.” | Undercover Day 3: Rare Pairing | Accidental Parent | Body Swap

We look forward to seeing all of your wonderful creations!

#mod post #dcrarecharacterweekend2022 #dcrarecharacterweekend

[munchy-munch]

Munchy Kintober!!

Hi yall! I know I'm a couple of days late. I was a bit busy this weekend with some papers for classes, but I'm here now!

I was inspired to write smut to kind of prep for my Aconitum series. I found a prompt list my @the-purity-pen and I knew I needed to try it out!

So far these are the pairings. I do have some blank ones so if y'all want anything specific let me know!

Also, I try my best to have a version for a reader with male parts and female parts, so every day there should be 2 links depending on how you want to be described! The reader character isn't addressed as any specific pronoun, but if they are I default to they/them.

Face-sitting || Cream-pie || Anonymous sex

Deadpool

Dick Version

Vagina Version

Against a wall || Suspension || Threesome

Thor + Loki

Exhibitionism || Hair-pulling || Ass worship

Bucky

Spanking || Role reversal || Knife play

Natasha

Sixty-nine || Lap dances || Uniforms

Steve

Food play || Rimming/Analingus || Deep throating

Thor

Roleplay || Object insertion || Stripping/Strip tease

Wanda

Seduction || Size difference || Cunnilingus

Ultron

Hate/Angry Sex || Lingerie || Forced orgasm (consensual)

Tony

Praise kink || Gagging || Hickey/biting marks

T’Challa

Being recorded || Sleepy sex || Mirror sex

Ultron

Begging || Body Worship || Formal Wear

Vision

Edging/Orgasm Denial || Sensory Deprivation || Licking

Steven

Temperature Play || Bath/Shower || Swallowing

Peter

Gun Play || Collaring || Masturbation

Deadpool

Nipple play || Accidental Stimulation || Massaging

Scott

Breast worship || Pegging || Choking

Wanda + Vision

Cock worship || Hand jobs || Sex Work/Prostitution

Steve + Tony

Impact Play || Overstimulation || Glove kink

Steven

Anal || Sex Toys || Phone sex

Sam

Candle/Wax Play || Dirty Talk || A/B/O

Sam + Bucky

Thigh riding || Praise kink || Nylons/Tights

Peter

Window/Balcony Sex || Squirting || Cock warming

Loki

Lactation || hunter/prey || vanilla/slow & soft

Bucky + Steve

Breeding || Titty fucking || Breath Play

???

Cock ring/strap || Pregnancy || latex/leather

???

Swallowing || Aftercare || Corruption/training

Carol

Teasing || Almost getting caught || Whip/Whipping

Loki

Period Sex || Gender swap || food play

Clint

Praise kink || against a wall || temperature play

Bruce

Wild card * ???

#tppkinktober2021 #kinktober 2022 #kinktober

[real-jaune-isms]

White Rose Week Day 2: Role Reversal/Body Swap

The Rose Dust Company held the monopoly on energy propellant and combat use elemental Dust. A fact that it’s CEO Taiyang Rose took very seriously. He married Summer Rose for this very reason afterall, he wanted nothing more than to make a name for himself... though he would be lying if he said he didn’t also love his wife. But their marriage came with baggage, as Taiyang Xiao Long was already a divorcée with a young daughter at the time.

Summer loved her new step daughter, she really did. But she wanted a child of her own, and little Yang would never fit the bill to be the heiress to the company. So Ruby Rose was born of their rocky marriage, and raised with the firm intention of being a proper lady who could inherit the massive company her father was doing his best to run smoothly. And he did so rather well.

Whereas some might have resorted to cheap cruel employment of the marginalized Faunus population, he offered anyone and everyone a fair and safe employment. It was still a dangerous job working the mines, that came with the territory. But working smarter was the best way to get where the company ultimately should be, he thought. The Faunus were still the majority of those who took the jobs, there was such a great need for employment that they couldn’t be picky. But Taiyang made sure to spare very little expense in housing them in relative comfort and making the work safe. And so the empire grew, its reputation mild but formidable for how quickly it took over the industry.

The company’s was not the only reputation that grew, as the daughters of its CEO made names for themselves as time went by. Yang understood that her parentage prevented her from taking up the family business, so she threw herself headlong into the second biggest industry in Remnant, being a Huntress and enrolling at Beacon Academy. Many wondered why she chose Beacon over Atlas, though her fiery personality and flashy manner of dressing discouraged all but the brave from approaching her to ask. Her name and status was able to afford her some luxuries however, such as entry to any nightclub she wished and the money to develop her own huntress weapons. She went with something a bit barbaric for what people would have expected however, guns built into a pair of gauntlets. Still, it got the job done just fine and she became quite the brawler.

Meanwhile the Rose heiress grew into a fine young lady in her own right. Her singing voice wasn’t selling out concert halls, but what did was her years of training with the violin. It was a great activity to keep her hands busy and her mind focused on a single action. And if it could entertain the masses, then why not put on shows? She had had pretty bad stage fright at first, but soon overcame it. But in the back of her mind, there had always been a passion to do more. Her mother would tell her bedtime stories about her own younger days as a huntress, before she had needed to settle down and run the company alongside her husband. But what adventures she had been on made for the best tales of danger and thrills, and Ruby very much wanted to see such sights and do more for the public than she could locked up in private studies or practicing her instrument. She wanted to spend her few young years of freedom from responsibility doing something to help everyone. She wanted to be a Huntress too. And it might have helped that she was so inspired by her half sister’s own exploits and their close bond. Ruby looked up to her sister just as much as her own mom, and she wanted to be just like them.

So she began enthusiastically and rigorously training on the side to wield a weapon and kill the creatures of Grimm. And she wanted to do it using her family’s Dust, so she used her natural technical know how and the mechanical training she had been given to help make sure she knew how the factory machines worked to make her own weapon, a giant mechanical scythe that shot Dust infused sniper bullets. Her training was a great success and her parents were very supportive of her pursuit. She made such great strides in fact that she was able to pass the admissions test to all 4 huntsman academies at the age of 15. She had her pick of schools... but she chose Beacon so she could fight alongside her sister and show the world what the Rose family was made of. Of course... growing up in this kind of family, with such privilege and expectation to be the best would make anyone a bit full of themself...

Meanwhile, the Schnee family lived in the small island of Patch off the coast of Vale. Their patriarch was only barely so, a bitter jaded man who lost his wife to alcoholism a decade ago and took his frustrations out on his two daughters and his son. They had been a happy family once, yes. But after young Whitley was born, the postpartum depression hit Willow Schnee rather hard and she drowned herself in the bottle, so to speak. Jacques Schnee resented that his children were by no fault of their own responsible for the loss of their mother, so he avoided them far more than he should in favor of his job as a teacher and when they were all in the same place he very rarely spoke kindly of them. If they were going to keep existing in this world, they had better make something useful of their lives. Winter, the eldest, had a decade of fond memories of her mother and tried her best to act as a parental figure in her stead. She was kind and strict in equal measures when the situation called for it. Weiss had a few good memories to hold onto, mostly bedtime stories of fairy tale princesses who found handsome princes and fell in love and went of to live in fancy castles instead of little houses in the middle of nowhere. She quite liked the idea of that, but sometimes she wondered why it had to be a prince. Why not two princesses?

The youngest, poor little Whitley, knew very little about his mom but learned all that she had imparted on his big sisters. The three were all perfectly fine and happy children, but they were all certainly realists about how harsh the world could be. Winter enlisted in the Atlesian army as soon as she was able, claiming she wanted to make the world that much safer for her family and the population at large. Weiss likewise wanted to get out of the house and away from her father asap, but didn’t want to go too far for the sake of keeping an eye on Whitely should he need anything. So Beacon Academy was the best choice. Willow had apparently been something of a craftsman in her younger days, and had made two lovely swords that she left to her daughters. Myrtenaster was a rapier with the capability to use Dust in the blade, though there were certainly limited funds to buy enough different types at a consistent rate. But the three pooled their money, earned through hard work at various community odd jobs, to send Weiss off with enough Dust to fill the weapon for the time being. So off she went, to make a name for herself and give some measure of honor to the Schnee name. If only she had been watching where she was going as she arrived at the impressive castle-like structure of Beacon...

*CRASH* went the cart full of suitcases as Weiss tumbled into it and fell to the ground. “Ouch...” she muttered, before hearing a shrill yell. “Careful with that, you dolt! There’s enough dust in there to be worth triple what you’ll make in a lifetime!” Weiss looked up to see a girl in a rather formal looking red combat outfit, complete with a combat skirt much like her own. “I’m sorry, I was just taking in the view...” “Sorry wouldn’t mean anything if you blew up and cost my family thousands! Just trying to warn you, okay?” Ruby responded, being aware enough to see this girl was truly sorry and had no ill will, but still wanting to keep her property safe. “Well you could be a bit nicer about it, Princess...” Weiss grumbled as she wiped the dirt off her clothes and stood up, trying to help load the bags back on the cart. “This really is a lot of Dust though.. where did you get all of it?” “From the family mines of course. I AM Ruby Rose of the Rose Dust company of course~”

That got Weiss’ attention very quickly, and she spun back around to look at the quasi-celebrity. “Wow, I’ve heard a lot about your company! How you’ve revolutionized the market and all manner of technology for mining and using Dust! It’s so nice to meet you, I’m Weiss Schnee!” She stuck out a hand, and Ruby smiled at the praise she was getting and shook it. “Good to meet you too, Weiss. Sorry for the snappiness, just really don’t want any accidents with this stuff...” “I understand, I researched this stuff a lot in preparation for coming here. Why are you here though? I mean, a prodigy huntress and heiress to the largest company in the world, why go to school in Vale?” “Mostly? My mom.” Ruby replied with a shrug, neither girl realizing they were still holding hands. They soon did though, and let go with a blush. “Well... same here.” Weiss said with a bit of melancholy to her voice. “She’s... no longer with us and her dream was to make weapons that professional huntresses would use to protect the world. So my sister and I enlisted at academies and use our mom’s swords to do just that.”

Ruby smiled at that. “A noble ambition. My mom was a huntress before she got married, and my big sister wants to be one too. So I figured why not spend some time in the family business before I have to settle into... the other family business?” Weiss nodded. “Makes sense to me. So, should we go to the main hall for orientation?” “I think we should. I also think this is the start of a great friendship...” And indeed it was, though it would end up being so much more.

#white rose week #white rose #ruby rose #weiss schnee #white rose week 2019 #white rose week day 2 #day 2: role reversal/body swap #taiyang xiao long #summer rose #yang xiao long #jacques schnee #willow schnee #winter schnee #whitley schnee

[1kook]

imax & climax

summary; The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack. warnings; fingering, blowjobs, tit play, praise kink, standing sex, unprotected sex, reverse cowgirl kinda idk lol, daddy kink that morphs into i love u kink tags;  jk is an avid history channel viewer, jk hates Barbie movies ik we took an L today girls 😔, jk goes thru like 4 personality changes (commanding > soft > mean > in love), honestly idk what to tag it’s a mess, he’s still cheesy and romantic but also 👀 just read word count; 9.8k

notes; there is no rest for the wicked, aka miss 1kook writes another part for this fic i swore wasn't gonna be a series except this time we ditch the gentlemen persona and go into maximum overdrive. its not proofread bc i wrote this entire thing at 4 am last night after inhaled a whole bucket of spicy popcorn

[ part 1 ; netflix & chill ] [ part 2 ; hulu & wohoo ]

Jungkook sees it on display during your weekly Target trip. You know he won’t say anything because despite how long you’ve dated he still likes to pretend he’s the epitome of adult maturity. Yet the way his eyes linger over the electronics section, cart rolling to a stop in front of the massive screen, tells you all you need to know.

“Baby, the toilet paper is this way,” you sing, giving the front of the cart a gentle tug that pulls it and his thoughts away from the television that seems to hold reign over his interest.

“Ah,” he mumbles as he shakes himself out of whatever trance he was in. “Right.”

The Target trip ends rather uneventfully; you grab all the items you came for and make the executive decision of swapping Jungkook’s tangerine bathroom soap with strawberry instead. Normally he’d put up a good fight, argue about the comfort that came with consistency, but today he says nothing. You chalk it up to that flatscreen that hypnotized him earlier.

“You wanted it,” you announce rather pointedly in the car. He’s backing out of the parking space now, one hand on the wheel the other pressed to the side of your seat. His jaw twitches as he tries to maneuver around a stray shopping cart someone didn’t return to the retrieval area. He’s wearing that dark jumper you like, with the high collar that covers all of last night’s bruises up wonderfully.

Jungkook scoffs as he finally gets the two of you back onto the main road, Target and the flat screen left behind. “I didn’t,” he defends. “Just thought it was neat.”

You snort. “Neat. Okay, grandpa, did it tickle your pickle?” you tease, obnoxiously leaning over the center console to get all in his face. Jungkook greets your proximity with a palm against your forehead.

“Please don’t ever say that again,” he laughs, pulling to a stop at the next red light. He turns to level you with an easygoing grin, sparkly anime girl eyes extra shiny under the red glow. “Only want you to tickle my pickle.”

You gag. “That’s actually disgusting.”

——

You graduate on a Saturday and your dorm stay expires on the Tuesday that follows. You spend the entire day shoving all your belongings into a variety of trash bags, from your weighted blanket to the collection candles you and Doyeon swore to light every night and never did. Speaking of Doyeon, she cries through the entire process. From the moment you take down the first wall decoration she’s in tears, and not even her mom, who’s come to help out, can quell her emotions. The girl cries and cries. She cries throughout the clean up, like she hadn’t spent the week before cursing the funky aircon system to hell and back. It’s probably the nostalgia that comes with leaving college, you assume. When Jungkook picks you up around noon, even your eyes are glassy.

Jungkook’s mom, who you only just met a few months ago, is over at his place when you arrive. You get along fairly well, in fact, you would even go as far as to claim you got along really well. You had first met her over this past spring break when Jungkook invited you along to his family trip to some tropical island. The Jeons were lovely people. In fact, had Jungkook not explicitly introduced them as his parents, you would’ve thought they were some sitcom actors carrying out the role of most in love, sophisticated lovers to ever exist. Yeah, they were super into each other, and you suppose it’s why Jungkook is the way he is, loves as hard as he does. The only thing that broke their attention away from each other was the sight of their precious Jungkookie bringing you to a family event.

It was hard to keep them entertained. Every second was spent worrying about your appearance, your demeanor, whether or not you looked like a devil beside their (your) angelic boy. It certainly didn’t help that Jungkook was wearing that obnoxiously floral shirt at the restaurant you went to, the first three buttons undone almost lazily. It was a look your boyfriend rarely showed, always so meticulously dressed. Of course, he had that cute boyish style of his that consisted almost exclusively of baggy pants and designer tee’s a little too plain to cost as much as they did. But even those outfits had a specific Jungkook rhythm to them— the darker tones always went with the pants that had twelve buckles on them; the long sleeves always went with the jeans. He was awfully particular about those kinds of self-set rules, and this jarring floral print did not fit any of them. It was too provocative, the black skinny jeans he’d paired with it too devious.

Maybe he knew what he was doing to you dressed so hot like this, but knowing Jungkook, you doubt he did. His parents hadn’t batted a single lash his way, eyes laser focused on your every word as you stumbled through three plates and dessert. It was a battle you fought alone, and one you barely survived.

So despite you impressing his parents, she still gives you an odd look when you enter Jungkook’s swanky townhouse with all your garbage bags of items. You promise her it’s just for the weekend, until your parents clean out your old room that they’ve filled to the brim with holiday decorations and miscellaneous objects. You’re not trying to take her baby chick out of the nest. (Yet.)

You watch TV for a couple hours, mostly her favorite soap operas on his 67 in. screen. It takes up a huge spot on the wall where it’s mounted, glossy black screen glaring back at you. Even his mom scolds him for such a huge screen, and you wonder how she’d feel about the absolute giant he ogled at the Target last week. Super angry, you think, and the image of her raging in flames while Jungkook apologizes like the momma’s boy he is makes you giggle.

She leaves a little after sunset, kissing and hugging the both of you on the doorstep like she’s going off to war and will never return. She’ll be back by the weekend, desperate to check on her baby boy, but you let her have her moment. It’s weird seeing how dramatic the Jeons are compared to how reserved Jungkook is.

You pounce on him the second she’s gone. He goes down with a muffled yelp against the sofa, hands grasping at your waist until you straddle him and begin going to town. Your fun lasts all of two minutes before the old lady novella Jungkook’s mom had been watching cuts to commercials and a loud advertisement for irritable bowel syndrome medication begins playing.

“Oh, that is so not sexy,” you whine childishly, trying to roll your hips over him again. Jungkook laughs, all low and sweet as he sits back up again.

“Give it a rest,” he says, shifting you until he’s got you hugged between those stupidly strong arms of his. His pecs feel strong and comforting beneath your cheek, and the feeling makes your tiny pouting session end earlier than usual. “Come on,” he mumbles as he manhandles you around, until your back is pressed against his chest and you’re sitting between his legs. “Let’s watch this film on Mesopotamian folklore and its overall significance to the nations it birthed after its downfall.”

——

You rarely use the key Jungkook gifted you a few months back. The majority of your visits to Jungkook’s house were either  the result of Jungkook picking you up from somewhere and bringing you back, or Jungkook inviting you over after dinner. In short, he was always with you when you arrived at his stoop.

Today you’re alone, juggling two boxes of takeout and some cheap wine in one hand as you fight to unlock his door. He hadn’t answered his phone, which leads you to believe he’s holed himself up again in that damn study. He likes to do that sometimes, lock himself away like some modern day Rapunzel until he finishes whatever project he has this time around. When he gets like this, it’s like all other body functions are forgotten, his brain zeroed in on the lines of code you barely understand.

Just as you suspect, the house is too dark when you finally break in. The hall light is off, which isn’t out of the norm, but so are the kitchen and living room lights. You pad down the hall, flicking on the light to the living room to set down your offerings onto the edge of the coffee table. There’s a scrambled pile of notes on top that seem too disorderly to disregard. You whirl around, making to head back out into the hall and down to the study, when you see it.

A good 90 inches mounted on his wall. It’s a monstrosity of a screen, devouring nearly the entire surface of the wall, from stainless end to stainless end. It’s ridiculously thin in the way all modern TVs are, but this one is even more so given the fact you hadn’t registered it in your peripheral when you walked in. It’s just barely short of a Jumbotron, the kind they have at baseball games to make sure you can see every nose hair on the pitcher.

His mom was going to kill him.

“Jungkook?” you call out slowly, inching back out into the hall with your gaze glued to the screen. Like maybe you’ve imagined this all and that isn’t the stupidly gigantic television screen Jungkook had gawked at just a few weeks ago.

There’s a soft hum down the hall, the sound slipping beneath the bottom gap in the door frame. You make a beeline for the room, oddly unsettled with the huge screen. The door gives way, exposing your boyfriend’s hunched back and the blue light from his monitors that highlights his frame. “Hi, sweetie,” you begin, inching over to him.

“Hi,” he sighs, leaning back into your touch when you step behind him. His dark eyes are weary from staring at his tablet for too long, his usual tender expression melted into one of mild irritation. “Can’t figure this out,” he says, tapping his stylus against one line of absolute nerd gibberish you don’t bother trying to decipher. Maybe another day you would have entertained him, but today you cherish this moment with him knowing it might be his last before his mom comes over and kills him.

“Sounds like break time to me!” Your proclamation makes him frown, a frustrated groan pulling itself from his lips. His head droops forward again, chin touching his chest. But there’s a hint of relief in his groan that tells you all you need to know. “Baby needs a break,” you smile, pressing a peck against the back of his head.

“You’re baby,” he tries to fight, but his limbs are so pliant under your touch that it practically means nothing. “I’m the head honcho around here.”

“Uh huh,” you appease him, finally managing to tug all that muscled body out of his seat. “And apparently that means making dumb purchases.”

“What dumb purchases? Are you talking about the cactus again?” he asks, letting you guide him back down the hall.

“Yes, Kook, the cactus you haven’t watered in three months,” you drawl sarcastically, the sad plant sitting in the kitchen a reminder of both your incompetence. “Namjoon would hate you for that.”

Not amused by the insinuation of his favorite senpai being disappointed in him, Jungkook goes to fight you on that. By then you’ve stopped at the entrance of the living room, glaring at the straight up theater screen that sits on the wall. “Oh.”

“Yeah, oh,” you mimic, flopping down on the ground beside the coffee table. Jungkook doesn’t follow, choosing to sprawl himself over the couch instead. “What’s with the Jumbotron?”

He stretches his arms out, moaning something sinful at the way his bones pop. “It adds to the experience,” he says. “Movies are more enjoyable when the pictures are bigger; a tall aspect ratio and stadium seating really add to the experience.” He was such a nerd.

You snort. “The experience— Oh, I’m sorry. Didn’t know I was speaking to Mr. IMAX here.”

His cheeks flush a soft pink at your jab. “Don’t be mean,” he mumbles, tugging on your arm as he sits back up. You find your way onto his lap, neatly seated over one thigh like he’s the Santa Claus at the mall; not a single gray hair in sight but you’d still let him call you his hoe, hoe, hoe. Realizing there’s more important matters to attend to than Jungkook’s Christmas ham, you shake those images away.

“Good thing I brought a movie,” you beam, gesturing to the pretty pink case resting over top the takeout bag.

Jungkook doesn’t even spare it a single glance as he burrows into your neck. “What? No, we’re finishing the docuseries on—“

You groan loudly to muffle the rest of his sentence. “Kook, I don’t wanna watch another episode on Stonehenge being done by aliens,” you whine, picking up the movie case to brandish in his face.

It’s admittedly the wrong move when Jungkook’s eyes roll themselves into another dimension. “Absolutely not,” he says. The case is quickly discarded off to the side as he attempts to distract you with a kiss against your cheek.

Too bad you’re evil and determined. “No! We are watching the Princess and the Pauper and that’s final,” you exclaim, scrambling for the movie before he can hurl it out the window. He catches you by the waist, your fingers just an inch away from the pink case. “Babe!” you cry, but his fingerprints are bruising their way into your skin.

“No more Barbie movies,” he begs, yanking you back onto his lap. He does so with so much force that it makes the two of you tumble to the side, your head bouncing on the cushions as he catches himself over you. “Please.”

“I hate you,” you fuss, pointedly ignoring the tiny mole beneath his lip that drove you crazy. “We’ve seen every single thing on the History Channel this week, but we can’t watch one Barbie movie?”

Jungkook sighs, dropping his head down against your shoulder. He smells good and feels even better over you, but you’re not going to stop until the Princess and the Pauper is breaking in the new Jumbotron. “It’s weird,” he huffs, voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “Especially when we start getting… experimental, and I have to listen to Barbie sing in the background.”

“First of all, her name is Annaleise in this movie,” you correct, squirming beneath him to no avail. “Secondly, how do you think I feel when you’re eating me out while some old British dude narrates the creation of the Hanging Gardens of Babylon?”

Jungkook scoffs, finally letting himself snuggle completely into you. “You don’t even realize it because you’re screaming the whole way through.” That earns him a sharp tug at his ear that has him sputtering apology after apology.

“It’s boring!” you feel the need to emphasize.

Jungkook sits up with an uppity look on his face. “It’s not my fault you don’t appreciate the cinematography that comes from educational pieces,” he points out, rather presumptuously.

You shove him off of you. “I don’t care about cinnamon topography, just play the damn Barbie movie,” you hiss, swiping the movie case from the other end of the couch and pressing it to his chest. If words could hurt, yours definitely do. Jungkook crumbles against the couch, childishly stomping one sock-clad foot against the ground as you gesture toward the movie player.

He doesn’t move, and you’re about to begin another tirade against his snobby movie critiquing habits when he procures a sleek, tiny remote that you would honestly mistake for an iPhone from a distance. It has, no joke, about seven buttons max, four of which are just the up and down, left and right arrows. You let out a low whistle at that. Wow. Technology sure was advancing.

The TV turns on to some minimalistic home page, tiny widgets showing every app it has; the bottom row is dedicated almost entirely to Jungkook’s massive streaming service provider collection. After a moment of brewing in his feels, Jungkook quietly announces, “it’s on Amazon Prime.” This is news to you, being able to watch a Barbie film on a streaming service and not the old disk you scratched when you were ten. Something distinctly carnal flashes in your chest when Jungkook clicks through all the payment options without a care in the world. Oh, that was definitely going into your horny 3 am dreams.

Despite his earlier protests, you know Jungkook will soon fall into his usual movie watching habits. He settles into the couch beside you. You cuddle up next to him, enveloping him with the grip of a killer octopus choking out its prey, except Jungkook is usually the one doing the choking in this relationship. Still, it’s not close enough, and you throw your legs over his thigh. You’re practically sitting on him at this point.

You have no doubt the speakers on this thing are average; it was too thin to really pack any punch. However, that was the TV sans the Bluetooth speakers Jungkook has installed all around his house.

(You swear when the android uprising finally begins, your boyfriend will be the first one out.)

The speakers really amplify the sound. The opening sequence has your bones rattling inside your body, the loud music of the selection screen reverberating through the entire living room. It reminds you of that pounding COMING SOON clip that used to play at the beginning of DVD’s back in the day. Jungkook scrambles to lower the volume. “Sweetheart, you’re cutting off my circulation,” he wheezes afterwards.

“What? This is how we always watch movies,” you say with a frown.

“Yes, and I always end up with less oxygen than before.”

He doesn’t let you argue, which is good, because you could make a thirty five slide PowerPoint presentation on the advantages of watching movies like this. One, your boyfriend was warm. Two, your boyfriend smelt good. Three, your boyfriend’s ripped body awoke some ancient being inside of you that would not rest until his cock was halfway down your thro—

He hauls you into his lap. The angle forces you to let him go, instead met with the jarring nothingness of having his hot body ripped away. Meanwhile he gets to wrap you up in his arms, hold you like a teddy bear to his chest. “I hate this,” you huff, but the movie is already starting, the beautiful blonde Anneliese appearing on screen. You lean back against his chest, pout still evident. “This is ridiculous,” you snort, her face blown up on this jumbo screen.

“Shut up,” he says, settling in behind you. “Movie’s starting.”

Most Barbie movies you watch end up in one of two ways: either Jungkook falls asleep twenty minutes in or he stays up until the end to critique every aspect of it. With the way he’d gone soft from your early battle, you’re guessing he was going to knock out before the Princess can even meet the Pauper.

As much as you hate to admit it, the huge screen does incite quite a thrill in you. There’s something so nostalgic about watching one of your favorite childhood movies on a screen this huge. The size showcases the sheer perfection that is every single Barbie movie. You lose yourself in the movie, singing along to the opening song and growing agitated when the antagonist appears.

Jungkook says nothing, and you’re half convinced he’s taken his first preferred route and snoozed off, when his fingers twitch around your waist.

There it was.

The occasional dark horse candidate among Barbie movie binges— Jungkook gets weirdly horny and fucks you to the tune of a classic Barbie movie soundtrack.

“Absolutely not,” you say, slapping a hand down over his before he can slip beneath the fabric of your shorts.

He lets out an indignant noise, a puff of air running along the side of your face. You ease his hands back over your stomach, taking extra care to knot your fingers with his. “We’re supposed to be breaking in your new screen,” you remind him, glancing up to catch his unimpressed expression.

He complains quietly, but he settles.

For all of twenty seconds.

“Oh my god,” you sigh, trying to act like the subtle rutting of his cock on your behind was a nuisance and not the luxury it is. “Babe, the jumbo screen… look at it.”

“Not even jumbo,” he murmurs against your ear, hot breath sending a shiver down your spine that has your toes curling. You fight to keep his hands still, but the muscles in his forearm tense, inked skin contracting as he slips them between your thighs. You suck in a sharp inhale, trying to maintain your immovable front. Jungkook sees the fortress you’ve built around yourself in the name of watching The Princess and the Pauper, and spares you no mercy with his attack. His hands massage the skin of your thighs, tiny shorts doing absolutely nothing to save you from him. “Jumbo didn’t fit.”

The back of your mind registers the fact he was apparently trying to get a TV even bigger than this. You tuck it away for later to snitch to his mom. For now, you’d very much appreciate it if he could make you cum before the two girls perform the iconic “I Am a Girl Like You” song.

His hands are so smooth, soft skin tracing over your body like you were nothing but a slab of clay ready to be molded under his touch. He abandons your thighs to creep them under your shirt, where he wastes no time tugging the cups of your bra down to fondle your breasts.

Belatedly, your stupid tongue remembers to move. “I know something jumbo that fits,” you babble, rolling your head back against his shoulder. Jungkook laughs at the utter stupidity of your sentence, and the aforementioned jumbo thing fattens against your ass, before brushing his lips against yours. The airy laughter, one of your favorite sounds in the world, is swallowed up by your greedy mouth. “Can fit in two places, actually,” you murmur when he pulls away.  His fingers massage the doughy skin of your boobs causing your back to arch slightly. “Wherever he wants it to.”

“Really,” Jungkook teases, obviously entertained by your silly dirty talk. He’s grown used to your outlandish remarks in the past few months of your relationship.

You like to believe Jungkook has fully accepted your occasional bouts of weirdness. He’s had the last few months to grow familiar with the inner workings of your mind, and even absorbed some of it into his own personality. Which is why he doesn’t seem the least bit bothered by you referring to his cock as jumbo, when there were admittedly more fitting words to describe it as.

(Thick, juicy, angry, demon cock, if he really wanted to know.)

“Where do you think it should go?” he asks, the low hum of his voice snapping you out or your thoughts. There was no need to daydream about a cock that was right in front of you. His hands slow their gentle caress over you, fingers closing in on your nipples.

A sharp hiss pulls itself from your throat, chest arching as he tugs and toys with your hardened nipples. “Wh-Wherever,” you pant, reaching your own hands down back between your thighs. The phantom of his palms linger, making your hands feel sorely inadequate. “Wherever Daddy wants,” you purr, swallowing harshly when he twists a nipple.

Jungkook groans, resting his forehead against your shoulder. “Don’t,” he sighs, hands faltering over your breasts. Eventually they drift away, settling around your waist as you slip your fingers under the front of your bottoms.

“Why?” you laugh, pointer finger brushing along your clit. “Don’t like it when I call you that, Daddy?”

He lifts his head to watch you play with yourself. His hands grow tight around your waist, labored breath filling the air to harmonize with your breathy moans. You’re absolutely soaking your panties, sticky arousal making the fabric stick to your folds. “You know I do,” he murmurs, watching the outline of your knuckles through the fabric of your shorts. “Thought you wanted to play nice today.” He takes in a sharp inhale when you ease your finger into yourself, a breathy moan escaping from your lips.

You were already so wet, and you’re really not surprised this is how the two of you would break in his new IMAX, high definition flatscreen. Your pussy tightens around your finger, thigh muscles jumping at the intrusion. Fuck, you needed him so bad.

You smirk, drawing your hands out from their hiding spot. The television is the only thing lighting the room, the two of you shrouded in relative darkness. At first, your hand is shadowed by the glow of the screen, nothing more than an outline. But when you turn it just right, the light catches, highlighting the glistening skin of your fingers. It makes Jungkook shudder.

Ever so slowly, you bring your fingers up to his face. The tip of your middle finger runs teasingly against his plump lower lip, his shaky exhales sending a cool breath over your knuckles. “Open, Daddy,” you encourage, watching with rapt attention as he envelopes your fingers between his lips. He sucks, tongue dancing between each digit to slurp off your juices. “Do I taste good? Do you like it?”

You know he loves it, but it never hurts to ask.

Between the two of you, you each had your own share of distinctive interests when it came to sex. Kinks, if you will. You adored the softer, vanilla aspects of sex— the languid makeouts, the slow rutting against his thigh, the whispered praise, the cute pet names. Meanwhile, despite his initially reserved exterior, Jungkook preferred the other end of the spectrum. (You should’ve known from the get go!) He loved it fast and hard, so hard it would make you cry. He liked watching you squirm and beg for his cock while he pushed you to new heights. He liked the sticky, sweaty sex that left you feeling like a used rag beneath him, something you would have never expected given his neat and kind nature.

However, as with all things Jungkook, you always came first. Jungkook’s dream sex style was often pushed to the side in favor of pleasuring you. So quick and rough sex was more of a rare, once in a blue moon, type of luxury. Up until recently, sex had been mostly what you wanted. Either way you did things, Jungkook was fine as long as he got to hold you close.

It was only a few weeks ago that you discovered your shared daddy kink, him obsessed with the idea of shoving you around, something he would otherwise never do. You, on the other hand, found a pleasant satisfaction from being good for him, a stark contrast from your usual sharp tongue and nonexistent filter.

You pull your fingers from his mouth, the sleek drip of your arousal replaced with his saliva. Jungkook grunts as he hauls you further onto his lap, swollen cock nudging itself between your cheeks. “You know I love it, baby,” he growls against your ear. His hot breath fans over your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Have you had your fun now?” he asks, tracing the pads of his fingers around your nipple teasingly.

“Mhm,” you moan. Jungkook’s hands decide they’re done toying with your tits, drifting back down to their original target between your shorts. “Want Daddy to fuck me now.”

He places a kiss against the side of your neck, right over the vein that runs beneath the skin. Jungkook kisses and nips down your skin, until his hair is tickling your collarbones as he sucks a hickey against the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “Is that the right way to ask for something?” he purrs, rubbing your cunt over your shorts.

It’s nowhere near as fulfilling as it would be without the garments. Nonetheless, it makes you ache for him, thighs quivering at the simple touch like you’re a bumbling virgin being touched for the first time. You’re nowhere near that, but every time with Jungkook was exhilarating enough to the point it felt like it was.

“Pretty please,” you pant, covering his hand with yours.

Jungkook rewards you with a fluttery kiss against your shoulder. “Good girl,” he hums. He finally gives you what you want, bypassing the fabric of your shorts and panties to dip his fingers between your folds. You gasp, hips jumping at the sudden brush of his hands along your quivering folds.

“Inside please,” you whimper, knees moving back and forth, only stopping when he helps you out of your bottoms. He places his free hand on one of them, stilling your writhing to fully focus on pleasing the burning fire inside of you. “Jungkook—“

A slap against your cunt that makes you squeal. “Ah ah,” he warns, voice a low tenor against your skin. If you focus hard enough, you can feel the faint brush of a smirk against your neck. “We’re playing a different game right now, pretty girl.”

On screen, your favorite childhood movie is bearing witness to the sinful acts at your boyfriend’s hands. It shouldn’t be surprising how easily you fall into his arms, onto his lap, especially with your history of movie watching with Jungkook.

From your very first date you were enamored with him; the dip of his Cupid’s bow, so innocent and cute, embodied every single aspect of his personality. He was the sweetest, softest boy, one your brain could never conjure in a thousand years. Jungkook’s level of care was hard to come by nowadays; he was a gentleman through and through.

These days he was growing out of that mature persona, and you like to think it’s thanks to you. Your wildness rubbed off on him, made him confident enough to geek out in public, or be adventurous in private. It helped nourish his impulsivity, which led to things like the Super Bowl Jumbotron watching you fuck now.

Despite knowing all this, knowing the way he is, the slow grind against your ass sends a thrill of arousal up your limbs, sensations converging just beneath your mound. “Yes, Daddy,” you mewl accordingly.

Pleased with your obedience, he rewards you by circling your throbbing clit with his thumb. It’s a terribly slow motion, pad of his finger easing over your engorged bud every other second. You wanted more, needed more. You squirm beneath him, attempting to push your clit against his palm. Your efforts are in vain when he clamps a hand down on your waist. “Sit still,” he growls.

You whimper. “Need more,” you rasp out. Your whole body is acting out now, shifting and turning as you try to wiggle closer. Your mouth brushes against his jawline. The sharp angle is the first thing your muddled thoughts focus on, lips hungrily latching onto his porcelain skin to suck a purple blossom onto it.

Any other day Jungkook would bask in the attention, let you bruise his skin up until he was violet from love.

Today... well.

You were playing a different game.

The hand that had been exploring your nether regions suddenly snaps up, catching your chin between his fingers. The wetness that has coated his digits smears messily across your skin, and you whimper when he squishes your cheeks beneath his fingers.

“No ‘please’?” he huffs, turning your head to meet his eyes.

Dark chocolate eyes you’ve come to associate with love and adoration stare back at you unimpressed. His pronounced brow bone twitches, like he’s holding the true intensity of his glare back for your own sake. He slots his mouth against yours with no warning, tongue pushing its way past your lips. It’s messy, his tongue licking into your mouth like you’re nothing but a lollipop for him to suck on. It pulls a surprised moan from your lips that he swallows quickly enough, biting down on your lower lip harshly. When he pulls away, he’s got that same bored look on his face. You feel small under such a cold look, shoulders scrunching up damn near your ears in a subtle attempt to hide from him.

The action makes Jungkook scoff as he leans away from you. He leaves you on his lap alone, like a tiny island desperate to join the main land. You shuffle around in a hurry, looping your arms around his neck in a last ditch effort to calm him down. It does nothing for Jungkook, who only prods his tongue along his cheek as he regards you with a calculating gaze.

After a moment, he finally says, “on your knees.”

Your heart falls out of your chest. “Huh?” you whisper hoarsely, wide eyes taking in his unimpressed expression. “Knees? But Daddy,” you whine, lower lip quivering as you glance down at the hardwood floor.

Anywhere else you wouldn’t have minded. In fact, anywhere else you would’ve been on the floor before the sentence even left his mouth. You loved sucking his dick almost as much as he loved eating you out. However your knees were embarrassingly frail against hard flooring, which is why most blowjobs had been administered in the comfort of his bed or the couch. Sometimes on carpeted surfaces, but Jungkook never pushed when he knew you would be aching the whole time.

Which is why his current demand has you standing stiff. “O-On the floor?” you murmur.

The stark truth was that Jungkook had you terribly spoiled. His constant pampering had convinced you you were invincible. His love was practically handed to you on a silver plate, cloth napkin folded like a crane beside it. He had never made you do something you didn’t like, and he had never put you in an uncomfortable position, mentally or physically.

Until now.

Jungkook gestures for the ground with a curt nod. “Is there a problem?” he inquires.

You look back again, eye the dark wood planks beneath you, glossed over enough to make them shine even in this weak light. “No,” you belatedly respond, slowly pushing yourself off his lap and onto your feet. Your big shirt falls back down, covers the tops of your thighs as you stand nude from the waist down. You’re tempted to just yank it down even more, hide beneath the cloth so he doesn’t have to see you whine and bitch about your knees aching.

Jungkook was so cool. He was so suave and composed. He was the opposite of you, which is why the two of you meshed so well together. You’ve thought about it about ten times tonight, but it was true. Despite all that, there were times his mature exterior made you feel small— small and silly. Like now, with him sitting against the sofa, dark eyes tracing up your legs in amusement.

You sink to the ground, very pointedly avoiding his gaze. The wooden slats are cold and hard beneath your knees, your kneecap immediately screaming in discomfort. Jungkook leans forward with his elbows on his knees, messy curls covering half of his face. “You know,” he hums, reaching out to trail his knuckles across your cheekbone. “I kinda like having you like this,” he admits, “below me like the good little girl you are.”

Your breath stutters as it leaves your lungs, fidgeting hands tugging at the front hem of your shirt in a feeble attempt to cover yourself up. Jungkook smirks at the movement, eventually retracting his hand to give you one, condescending pat on the head.

A hearty sigh escapes his lips as he settles back onto the couch cushions. “Keep me entertained, will you?” You gawk, but you know it’s not a question. He reaches over for the remote to turn the volume up on the Barbie movie.

Your favorite song on the entire soundtrack is playing, almost mocking you as you shuffle closer to him. Two hands tentatively placed on his thighs as the two animated maidens flounce around the screen. He doesn’t bat a single lash your way, eyes focused on the huge screen behind you instead.

His sweatpants give away easily, elastic band snapping away from hips. You have to fight that and his boxers down, Jungkook sitting like an immovable boulder in front of you. You barely manage to free his cock— the same jumbo cock you had referred to earlier —and it almost slaps you across the face from the force of its recoil. Your breath catches in your throat, a short-lived squeal as you flinch at the movement.

The sound causes him to look your way, over the bridge of his nose. “Do you mind?” he says scornfully. “I’m trying to watch a movie.”

“S-Sorry,” you stammer, quickly grasping his cock between your fist.

But apparently you’re doing everything wrong tonight. Jungkook hisses. “Shit— would it kill you to lick it first? Like you’re trying to start a damn fire on my cock,” he mumbles, head lolling back to watch the screen again.

You move in slower this time, careful to lick your palm before trying to grab him. When you do, it’s even more delayed, fingers hesitantly tightening around his swollen member. You’re trying to gauge his reaction, worried eyes flickering up to him every few seconds. Jungkook doesn’t object, craning his neck to the side to crack a joint there. With his clearance you carry on.

The strokes are slow at first, hand barely reaching over his tip like he likes. You’re weirdly anxious you’ll mess up for him, make him look at you with contempt. You suppose it’s because of the game you’re playing that you’re on edge. Usually, Jungkook adheres to your rules, soft as they may be, and he never pushes where you don’t want. Tonight, it’s like you’re a show dog desperate to impress her owner. In short, you were his bitch.

You loved it.

As much as you wanted to be good for him, the mere thought of your normally sweet-hearted boyfriend glaring down at you does something to you, makes your pussy clench.

It’ll haunt you for weeks. The image of such unimpressed eyes leveled your way because you couldn’t handle his dick will stain the insides of your eyelids. Even though he’ll brush it off, kiss you and tell you it’s fine, the inner conceited hoe in you will never let it go, will recall the memory every time your hand is under your panties.

Still, you’re terribly desperate to impress him. He was your other half, your lover, your sweetheart, your goddamn king; he deserved only the best— not some half-assed, scaredy-cat blowjob that would leave him reeling back afterwards.

With that belief and a sticky blob of spit later, you’re pushing him into your throat. It’s the first reaction you get since he’d started feeling you up, a deep, raspy groan straight from the pits of hell, that has you working even harder to swallow his cock down. “That’s it,” he pants, carding his fingers through your hair. “Good girl.”

You positively mewl under the praise, tongue growing heavy in your mouth as you swallow more and more of him down. The hard tip of his cock pulses inside, rubbing against your palate and then your throat. A gag catches in your throat, one you quickly subdue by shifting your hips.

Fuck, he was so big. Just the feeling of his cock brashly rubbing against the corners of your lips has you fantasizing about how he’ll undoubtedly stretch your pussy apart later. You moan, letting your eyes flutter shut as you try to wave those images away.

When his cock hits the back of your throat, you’re ten chapters deep into an erotic novel all about sucking Jungkook‘s dick. If your eyes weren’t already shut you’re certain they’d be at the back of your head anyway. It twitches against your tongue, one thick bead of precum sliding down your throat.

It seems to be the final straw for Jungkook, who clamps a hand down on the back of your head, forcefully pulling you away only to shove you down again. With his grip in your hair, he really goes to town. You whimper at his brutal movements, his cock nudging the back of your throat with every harsh tug of your hair. The slippery, wet glide of his cock against your mouth fills the room with a lewd squelching that drowns out the movie.

Your pussy quivers with each new intrusion, thighs pressing together as if that will quell the searing ache between them. It doesn’t, and when Jungkook finally bursts in your mouth, creamy cum splattering against your tongue and lips, it only grows.

“Fuck,” he growls, pushing you away as he sinks back into the cushions. His chest heaves beneath the material of his t-shirt, sweat dripping down from his hairline. Normally, you’d take this opportunity to crawl back onto his lap, lick and kiss away at his body while he recovered. But truthfully, you were both still new to this whole experience so there were still the occasional lulls between actions.

Sensing your uncertainty, Jungkook tugs you onto his lap. He presses one soft kiss against your cheek, eyes momentarily losing their hard edge to assure you everything is fine. You give him a tiny nod, as if assuring him you’re okay. He presses his mouth to yours, plush lips soothing over your raw lips. It’s brief, the kiss; he guides you through it but switches back quickly. He pulls away and bites down harshly on the side of your neck. “So perfect for me, pretty girl,” he murmurs, soothing his bite over with a swipe of his tongue.

You dissolve into a mushy puddle on his lap, muscles growing weak from his touch. Jungkook kisses down your neck, over your t-shirt clad chest, before he’s nudging you back down onto the cushions. With him looming over you, your body instinctively has you spreading your legs apart. His t-shirt comes up with one yank over his shoulders, sinewy muscles coming into view.

“Yum,” you whisper, hands reaching up to trail over his v-line. They’re quickly slapped away, a startled gasp pulled from your lips as Jungkook takes your wrists in his hands.

One shapely brow is raised in your direction. “Did I say you could touch?” he murmurs, pinning your hands above your head. A gasp catches in your throat from his close proximity. You subconsciously tilt your head up, try to brush your mouth against his, only to be denied with a subtle turn of his face. “How do you want it, pretty?” he asks, releasing the tight grip around your wrists.

Immediately, you latch around his broad shoulders, fingers tracing over the muscles of his arms until they meet at the base of his neck. “However you want,” you purr, pulling him closer until your bodies are aligned, the warm heat of his frame over yours. You kiss the spot beneath his ear once before he trails his lips down.

Jungkook mouths against your shoulder, lips tracing over the juncture where it meets your neck. “Hm,” he hums, taking a tiny sliver of skin between his teeth. “And if I said I wanted it hard?”

His proposal is followed by a slow roll of his hips against your throbbing core, the same dick you had just choked on gliding along your folds. You whimper, toes curling as the pleasure washes over you. Every ridge, ever vein of his hardened cock runs along your sensitive folds, reminding you of the aching flame inside of you. “Th-That’s fine,” you pant, leg lazily thrown over his hip. His hands trail over your waist, collecting your t-shirt as they move up your body until it’s pushed over the swell of your breasts.

When the material is finally discarded off to the side, leaving you in that flimsy bra Jungkook that snaps off, he strikes again. His tongue laps over your collarbone first, pouty lips ghosting over the skin as he makes his way to your breast. He takes one hardened peak into his mouth, drawing a shaky inhale from you. He rolls it between his teeth, tongue flicking the sensitive nub as you squirm beneath him.

Eventually he pulls away with a wet pop. Jungkook smirks, a soft puff of air fanning over your newly bruised skin. “Aren’t you the prettiest little thing.” He pushes away from you with one strong arm, looking down at you with an unreadable expression on his face. “Watch the movie,” he says.

You blink. “Huh?”

Before you know it, he’s tugging you back up onto your feet. He pushes you around, nearly sends you toppling over the coffee table as he positions you to his liking. “Kook!” you exclaim, palms slapping down against the glass tabletop in an effort to catch yourself. Just barely, your reflection glares back up at you.

A tap against your pussy startles you from the sight. “Wha—“

Two hands grab onto your biceps, tugging you up forcefully until your back arches, leaving you bent at a ninety degree angle before him. “Look, sweetheart,” he coos against your ear, voice deep enough that it vibrates through every bone in your body. Your breath stutters in your throat, exhilaration blossoming in your chest. “It’s your favorite movie.”

It is in fact your favorite movie, the same one you had fought tooth and nail just moments prior to watch. On screen, the two damsels are exploring new things in their lives, just how you were experiencing Jungkook’s true intensity for the first time. “It is,” you quietly confirm, back aching from the position.

Jungkook either doesn’t care about your depleting strength or really trusts in you not to faceplant onto his glass coffee table, palms sliding down to the crease of your elbows to hold you. “Tell me what it’s about,” he says

Just as the words leave his mouth, something hard and wet prods against your folds. “Oh,” you cry, fists tightening into balls as the feeling overwhelms you. “Jungkook, please.”

One elbow is let go, and the abrupt release has you scrambling to catch yourself, your glass reflection coming a little too close. This becomes even more difficult when a hand suddenly strikes down hard against your ass, a startled yelp escaping you. Just as quickly as you were released, Jungkook wastes no time snatching your back up, yanking you back until your cunt runs along his cock again.

“C’mon, pretty, thought you knew better,” he sighs playfully.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, chest heaving with every slow roll of his hips. Your pussy was sopping, desperate to be filled with something. It was even worse knowing his dick was right there, just inches outside of where you need him most. “I’m sorry, Daddy,” you repeat.

Jungkook chuckles, and your heart backflips when he finally begins lining himself up. “It’s okay,” he assures you, in that same gentle tone he uses when you accidentally shove the wrong food down the sink disposal. “Baby’s still learning,” he says, pressing a chaste kiss against your shoulder as he begins pushing himself in. Just the head of his cock proves to be a struggle, swollen tip stretching your entrance wide. There’s an extra sting today from your half-hearted preparation, the both of you relying solely on your own arousal and excitement to let him in. It’s a nice kick.

When he finally pops past that initial tightness, you swear you could transcend into another dimension from the absolute feeling of euphoria that washes over you. “Fuck,” you mewl, fighting against his tight hold. Your efforts are in vain, ultimately choosing to drop your head down as the ecstasy continues to wash over you with each inch he offers you.

A warning squeeze around your wrist. “Language,” Jungkook reprimands, though his voice is strained and light.

You nod mindlessly, toes curling against the wooden floor. “It-It feels so good,” you whine. Your knees wobble dangerously beneath you, until you’re swaying just the slightest bit.

He gives until there’s nothing left, the soft hairs around his dick tickling your lips as he reaches the hilt. “There we go,” he grunts, giving you one final tug to make sure this is as far as he can go. You squeal, the brush against your walls making you ridiculously high. “That’s my girl.”

The praise has your stomach tightening, the pretty images flashing across the screen completely lost on you. You felt so full. The two of you rarely did it like this, without looking at each other straight on, but there was something about Jungkook’s looming figure being distorted by your brain’s memory, his touches wild and unpredictable, that made something inside of you twitch.

“Ohhh,” you whimper, muscles going slack for the briefest moment. The only thing that saves you from falling over is the killer grip on your forearms; when he tugs you up his cock runs along your pulsing walls. “Please, Daddy,” you beg, mouth feeling a thousand times heavier.

“The movie,” he repeats, slowly beginning to pull away from your clenching heat. You moan. “Tell me what it’s about,” he husks, punctuating his seemingly innocent statement with a harsh snap of his hips.

You wail, stumbling forward at the intensity. Still, it’s just a taste of what he has in store for you. He soon picks a pace, not too rushed or slow, as you struggle to keep your eyes open. “I-I don’t know,” you choke out, the images flashing across the gigantic screen practically unrecognizable to your muddled thoughts.

Behind you Jungkook tuts at your incompetence, thrusting forward with an intensity that would have sent you flying if not for the grip he has on you. “You don’t know?” he huffs, tugging your elbows back again as if to secure his grip on you.

His hips are moving fast now, every piston into your warm heat making you tremble. “Fffuck,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he continues ramming his cock into your pulsing hole. You’re met with a harsh yank that pulls you snugly onto his cock, your entire body screaming at the way he nudges against your cervix. Despite the pleasure it gives you, Jungkook seems anything but pleased.

“C’mon,” he huffs, twisting your arms painfully behind your back. “What did we say about that dirty mouth?” His question is followed with a snap of his hips that makes you choke on your spit. “Need you to be good for me, baby,” he groans.

“I-I am good,” you weakly defend, head hanging down limply as you fight to regain some semblance of your senses. But everything feels too much, from the rough push of his hips to the tight grip on your arms. His cock pulls out nearly all the way each time, swollen tip the only thing stopping him. Every thrust makes you quiver, every touch makes you melt.

You suppose he’d been too lenient on you up until now, and that final claim makes him snap. Jungkook scoffs, ramming his dick inside of you. “You’re being fucking terrible right now, doll,” he admits, hammering into you like a crazed man. You sob, the coil in your belly tightening with every brutal shove of his cock. It’s something about the way his composure withers away, all sweetness melting off as he thrusts into your cunt. “I’ve asked you twice now what the damn movie was about, and you didn’t answer either time.”

A hand clamps around your throat suddenly, yanking you up right until his breath fans across your ear. You’re not sure when your eyes had become so teary, but the images flickering across the screen are a foggy mess you couldn’t decipher even if you tried. “__,” he rasps against your ear, his voice scratchy. “Tell me. Now.”

You whimper as he shoves his way back inside, the angry head of his cock testing you. “T-Two girls, one’s a princess,” you cry, knees wobbling as the feeling in your core grows. “They look alike, and-and…”

“And?” Jungkook asks as you trail off, his words followed by a particularly brutal surge of his hips. His cock glides against your walls easily despite the way you clench around him.

“A-And they have problems they wanna avoid,” you stammer, the plot slipping in and out of your mind with every roll of his cock into your core. “So-so they swap places.”

Behind you, Jungkook snorts. “What a stupid fucking movie,” he says meanly, before he begins to piston his cock into you. You’re trembling by now, your orgasm looming over your head with each thrust.

Before you can warn him, the thin string holding you together snaps, the sudden flood of relief making your knees buck dangerously. Jungkook barely has enough time to catch you around the waist, holding you against him as a litany of curses and his name come spewing out of your mouth. “No, no,” you wail, your entire body twitching as the orgasm rolls over you. “Kook— Jungkook!”

“I’ve got you,” he reassures you, fingers holding you tight around the waist. The coffee table you had feared cracking your skull on finally comes to use as you press your hands onto the surface in a feeble attempt to steady yourself.

“I’m sorry,” you whimper, faintly aware of the rock hard cock between your pulsing walls, probably drenched in your cum now. “I-I didn’t—“

He shushes you quickly, settling the two of you back onto the couch. Funnily enough, he doesn’t bother pulling you off of him, his dick snug inside your cunt as he seats you on his lap. “You’re alright, sweetheart,” he comforts, hands soothingly running up your sides. You want to protest, want to get back on your knees and give him another chance to cum all over your face, but Jungkook nudges your chin with a knuckle. “Watch your movie,” he croons.

The Princess and the Pauper is literally the last thing on your mind right now; didn’t he realize how much you wanted to please him? Why was he choosing now to be so stubborn? Oh, that Jeon Jungkook, maybe Doyeon was right to call him an airhead.

Your slander campaign against your boyfriend is cut short when a hand flutters over your mound, thumb idly tracing over your sensitive clit. Before you can turn and look at him, Jungkook is rutting his hips against you slowly. “The screen, baby,” he says, and you want to argue that you can’t possibly enjoy a movie with him being so sneaky beneath you. The words get washed away when he presses down on your clit.

“Koo— Daddy,” you whine, lower lips still trembling from the orgasm you had two minutes ago. Jungkook responds with a kiss against your shoulder, hands trailing around your waist.

“No more of that,” he mumbles as he begins bouncing you on his cock. You moan, every inhale cut short by the shallow thrusts of his cock into your delicate walls. “Just your Kook now.”

“My… Kook,” you pant dreamily. Your cum provides an even better lubricant than before, lewd squelches filling the area alongside your cries as Jungkook chases both your second orgasms.

“Mhmm,” he groans, jostling you over his lap with no rhythm whatsoever. “Yours, baby.” You stretch your hands back, carding one set of fingers through the hair above his ear, pushing the strands away from his face. “Just like you’re mine.”

Something inside of you tightens painfully, and you’re not sure if it’s your heart or your pussy. You guess it’s both, as you stutter out, “y-your pretty girl?” Jungkook hums in agreement, repeating your favorite nickname back to you. The rest of your words die out between the two of you, lost in the slow and soft movements that fill in. You want to tell him you love him, adore him like no other, but every breath of air is stolen away by him.

Eventually the two of your are cumming, your second orgasms much quieter and slower compared to your first. You still mewl, wither against him when you cream his cock, and Jungkook catches you all the same. He guides you through the fog with kisses against your jaw, your dripping pussy helping him through his own.

When all is said and done and you’re both basking in a post-orgasmic make-out, you realize how sweaty and icky you are. “Ugh, this is gross,” you pout as he wiggles you off his lap. He pushes you beside him, letting you flop over the length of the couch as he reaches for something to clean you up with.

“You’re gross,” he retorts softly, blinking in that slow, drawn out way he does when you know he’s sleepy. His t-shirt runs along your neck, collecting the sweat there.

You nudge him with your foot. “I’m not the one who wanted to fuck during a Barbie movie,” you scoff, pinching the skin on his forearm when his gaze lingers a second too long on your creamy pussy. “Look somewhere else, weirdo.”

Jungkook laughs quietly, looking at you with an adoring expression on his face. He doesn’t even finish cleaning you off, tossing the soiled shirt somewhere off to the side in favor of cuddling into you. “Where? My Jumbotron?” he teases, raining down a parade of kisses against your face. “Don't wanna,” he smiles, too soft and boyish for the words that leave his lips next. “Wanna lick your pretty pussy clean.”

“Jeon Jungkook,” you scold, covering your face with your palms in embarrassment. “Look at your stupid IMAX screen and leave me alone.”

He cackles loudly now, in that evil witch way it took him a while to show you, and you know he’s got that big silly grin on his face now. . “The IMAX screen? The same one that made you,” a pause, “climax?”

“Get off of me.”

——

Just as you predicted, Jungkook’s mom gives him the scolding of a lifetime when she drops by the next weekend. The poor woman nearly faints at the theater screen on the wall, only to quickly regain herself. You giggle from your spot on the couch as she whacks his stupidly ripped bicep with the leek you’re supposed to chop up for dinner later.

What you’re not expecting is for her anger to shift to you as she scolds you for letting her idiotic son make such purchases. She gets one playful thwack against your side with the leek before your charming idiotic boyfriend swoops in to save you.

——

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Yu-Gi-Oh! GX Month 2021

Your prompt list for this year’s GX Month! The game starts August 31!

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Day 1: “Hero Signal” We’re kicking things off with everyone’s favorite hero Judai/Jaden Yuki’s birthday! Show the fluffy boi some love!

Day 2: “Soul Exchange” Ever wondered what would happen if Jaden/Judai and Chazz/Manjoumei switched bodies? Or if Syrus/Sho was the protagonist instead? Get weird today with body swap and role swap shenanigans!

Day 3: “Mind on Air” Dreamers be dreaming with their heads in the clouds. Show us your favorite character’s dream career, their secret desires, or that diary they keep under their pillow. ;)

Day 4: “Swing of Memories” Ah, yes, those sweet, precious memories shared with siblings...and a few you’d rather forget. Explore the bond between Asuka Tenjoin/Alexis Rhodes and Fubuki Tenjoin/Atticus Rhodes today! A sweet sibling hug? A heated argument? Show us!

Day 5: “Dramatic Rescue” Quick! The script is on fire and it’s up to you to save it! ...There we go. Although it seems we’re missing some parts now. Guess we’ll just have to fill in the blanks. Show off your headcanons today!

Day 6: “Heartfelt Appeal” You find two characters that click so well, look them up...and there’s no content! ‘Why?? Someone please make content!’ The pleas go unheard. You’ll just have to make it yourself. Show some love for your rare pairs today!

Day 7: “Ojama Delta Thunder!!” That’s right! You know what today is! Today we celebrate The Chazz, the one and only Manjoume Thunder! Give sparky boi a hug!

Day 8: “Miracle Draw” GX is full of duels that are decided by luck of the draw. Show us your fav or least fav ‘luck of the draw’ moment. Or show us what could have been if a character’s luck of the draw had been reversed.

Day 9: “Mirage of Nightmare” Nightmares come to life and vicious intentions. Today we explore those whose stories lie in the shadows and all that created them. (It’s villain day. Be creepy.)

Day 10: “Standby Phase” Free day! Take a break today or introduce yourself. It’s your day today - do it your way. ;)

Day 11: “Bonding - H2O” Break out your calculators today and celebrate math and science with our favorite nerd, Daichi/Bastion Misawa!

Day 12: “Weapon Change” Ever wanted to see Zane/Ryo in the Red Dorm? Or Alexis/Asuka duel with dragons? Get creative today with dorm swaps and deck swaps!

Day 13: “Polymerization” We can’t have GX without a few fusion summons. Show off your favorite fusion monsters today, or a fusion you wish you’d seen in the show. Heck, show us what a fusion of your favorite characters would like!

Day 14: “Clock Tower Prison” A man imprisoned by his destiny and hellbent on revenge. Seek justice today with the pro duelist vigilante Edo/Aster Phoenix!

Day 15: “Ayers Rock Sunrise” The card designed by Hayato Maeda/Chumley Huffington himself. Show us your custom designs today, be it OCs, outfit redesigns, or custom cards!

Day 16: “You Activated My Trap!” It’s meme day! Break out the old favorites! Make some new ones! Set your inner troll free!

Day 17: “Jurassic Heart” Travel back to the prehistoric past today with the dueling dino extraordinaire Kenzan Tyranno/Tyranno Hassleberry!

Day 18: “This Wasn’t in the Rule Book” Crossovers, coffee shops, and canon divergence collide today in the wonderful world of AU! Go nuts.

Day 19: “Side Deck” No cast is complete without a colorful array of supporting characters. Pick one you wish had more time to shine and show them off!

Day 20: “Main Phase” We’ve reached our second Free Day! Take the day off or show some love for your fellow creators!

Day 21: “Crystal Bond” Everyone has a special bond with their deck, but arguably no one more so than the Crystal Beast wielder himself, Johan/Jesse Anderson! Show off that colorful bond today.

Day 22: “Cupid’s Kiss” Kiss, kiss, fall in love! Who’s your OTP? OT3? Show ‘em off! Let your favorite ships sail today!

Day 23: “Evil Hero” Become evil to defeat evil today with the master of shadows himself, the Supreme King!

Day 24: “Exchange of Night and Day” Darkness and Light. Today let’s take a closer look at these two cosmic forces and the duality of each. The Gentle Darkness, the Light of Destruction, Darkness/Nightshroud, and...?

Day 25: “Power Bond” The Marufuji/Truesdale brothers steal the spotlight on Sho/Syrus’ big day! That’s right! Let’s celebrate our favorite sidekick’s birthday with some quality brother bonding!

Day 26: “More Than Mere Cards” As some duelists know, Duel Monster cards are more than just pieces of cardstock. Today we celebrate the spirits that live inside the cards!

Day 27: “The Shallow Grave” This is Yu-Gi-Oh, and death is cheap. Will you showcase your favorite revival today, or explore a scenario with a death of a more permanent kind? Or perhaps a revival went very, very wrong...

Day 28: “Internationals” We’re taking it to the big leagues today with the overseas champions, Austin O’Brien/Axel Brody, Jim “Crocodile” Cook, and Amon/Adrian Gecko!

Day 29: “Frontline Base” Even heroes need some downtime. Show us what the schoolyard crew gets up to when they’re not saving the world or studying for finals. Sleepovers perhaps?

Day 30: “End Phase” Our third and final free day! Feel free to do with it whatever you want. :3

Day 31: “Thanks for the Fun Duel!” Gotcha! We made it to the end! Did everyone have fun? Feel free to share your highlights from this event or drop off suggestions for next year!

#gxmonth2021 #gx #ygogx #ygo gx #yugiogh gx #yugiohgx #yu gi oh gx #jaden yuki #yuki judai #chazz princeton #manjoume jun #alexis rhodes #tenjoin asuka #zane truesdale #marufuji ryou #jesse anderson #johan andersen

[bodyswapmischief]

Andrew sat on the couch looking at his phone. He browsed through his feed, when suddenly he felt his dick become erect. Which wasn't strange for your average 23 year old man.

Andrew looked up and saw his friend Andy on the otherside of the room. So, he just ignored his boner. He couldn't just whip out and jack off infront of his friend. Besides, ignoring his hard 2 inch boner wasn't a hard thing to do.

Moments passed and the pain began to get harder to ignore. Without looking, he tried to get into a comfortable position. That's when he felt something warm and long press against his leg.

It caught him off guard and he jump a bit. The swift movement caused his pants to tightly squeeze his dick and he moaned in pain.

Finally, Andrew looked down and saw what was going on. His heart raced, as he pushed a snake like bulge in his pants going down his leg. With each poke, he moan out in pleasure. Finally, it was confirmed in his mind; his dick had become a thick 8 inch monster.

Instinctively, he placed a pillow over his new giant buldge. He looked over at his friend who seemed oblivious. Without making a scene, he tried ot get up. But, the pant fabric painfully squeezed his dick and balls. He yelp in pain and, quickly, sat back down.

Andy started walking towards Andrew. A smile was on his face. "So, it's finally kicking in." Andy said as he looked at Andrew's crotch. Andy started unzipping his pants.

"What the fuck are you doing!?" Andrew shouted. But before he could look away, he saw a familiar sight hanging from his friends body. There was no mistake. Andrew's small dick was now attached to his friends body. "You might as well take off your pants. It not like I haven't seen my own dick before." Andy said.

Then it hit Andrew. The bulge in his pants was similar to the few times he caught Andy with a boner. He sighed to get over the awkwardness and whipped it out. Revealing a dick he only saw the outlines of, through shorts. As it stood erect, he was happy to be free from the pain created from his tight pants.

"What the fuck is going on" Andrew said puzzled.

"I'm giving you my dick for the day. After you told me you haven't had sex because you're embarrassed of your dick size, I knew I had to help out my bro." Andy answered.

"What! This is fucking crazy. You probably should just undo whatever you did..." Andrew begin to worry.

"Dude, relax! Come on. I've been pretending to be you on multiple dating apps and I set up a day of sex for you. Who knows, if this goes well maybe I'll let you borrow my dick again.

"I don't know. This all seems to weird." Andrew said, still questioning everything.

"Stopping doing that! Stop and just enjoy it. Most guys would be thrilled to magically have an 8 in cock placed between their legs. Come on, this will give you the confidence boost I know you need."

"Yeah, I know your right. I'm actually kind of grateful and surprised you care this much... But, I haven't had sex. I don't know how to use this." Andrew said grabbing his new junk.

"Then fuck me bro. You know I've had a crush on you. Now, I can live my fantasy of you fucking me. Think of it as a payment for letting you borrow my dick," Andy saw the hesitation in Andrew's face. "Look, I know your straight. But don't think of it like that. Your using my own dick to fuck me. There's nothing gay about that right!? Besides it'll give you the practice you need for all the sex you'll have today."

Andy bent over to reveal his tight asshole. Andrew's new 8 inch dick got hard. Everything about this situation scream wrong. But, he knew he couldn't let an opportunity like this pass. He wanted to finally expirence sex. He'll just think of banging his buddy as a learning opportunity so, he be able to please all those ladies booked up.

Andrew drew in a deep breath and let his instincts take over. He walked over to Andy. "Can I put it in?" He asked.

"Dude look at me I'm ready to receive. You don't have to ask." Andy said annoyed .

Andrew slowly put his dick in his friends ass. They both gasp in pleasure. Finally all 8 inches squeeze into Andy's ass. "Okay, I'm in. Are you okay does it feel good." Andrew ask.

"Fuck yeah dude. Now pull it out a bit and stick it back in. And that's basically fucking." Andy responded. Slowly Andrew pulled out and and even slower he pushed it back in.

"Hold on dude." Andy sighs. "What! Is something wrong. Am I hurting you." Andrew ask. "No bro, your going so slowly. Pick up the speed."

Andrew start going a bit faster, in and out. Andy started moaning in pleasure. "There you go. Uh... uh... fuck ...yes keep going."

Andrew loved the feeling as his dick sled against the walls of his friends asshole. He started feeling this new power deep in his body grow. He felt more confident with each thrust. And; with that increase in confidence, he was becoming more aggressive. "Fuck yeah, take it bitch." He yelled out as he picked up speed, going faster and faster. He began letting out loud raoring moans.

"Ugh.. uh ...uh... uh slow ....uh down." Andy moaned out. "No bitch, you're fucking taking it." Andrew shouted back. They both scream out in an orgasmic climax as Andrew's dick released a full load of cum into Andy's ass.

Andrew quickly whipped out his dick from Andy's ass, causing Andy to yell out. As soon as all 8 inches were out, Andrew tossed Andy to the side like a used toy. Andrew began staring at himself in the mirror. Flexing and playing with the monster of a dick between his legs.

Andy was left on the bed catching his breath. He looked at Andrew, checking himself out. He was happy to see Andrew enjoying himself. But with each passing second, he felt more insecure of having his naked body exposed on the bed. He look at Andrew and was intimidated by there new cock size differences. He quickly began covering himself up.

At this point Andy knew something was wrong with the spell. He want to recommend swapping their cock sizes back to normal but he was worried how Andrew would respond. He didn't want to make his friend angry.

Before, Andy could stir up the last shreds of confidence left in his body. Andrew started getting dressed. "Thanks bro, I'm gonna fuck the shit out of these bitches. Oh and I don't know how you did this but yeah, I think we both agree that this should be permanent now, don't we."

Andy could clearly feel that both of their personalities were changing. He looked at the new strength Andrew's already strong body had seemed to gain. He seemed more manly and more attractive. Andy was beyond intimidated. In fact his small 2 iches was starting to get hard again.

Andrew stood aggressively staring at Andy, waiting for a response. His python hanging out in the open. Andy was starting to feel afraid of what Andrew would do if he said no. So, Andrew just nodded his head in agreement.

"Good, I liked that answer." Andrew responded. "I think you just earned a round two, after I come back from fucking all these sluts you lined up for me. It feel like this dick still wants to be a part of you . But, it doesn't seem to mind that the only way that going happen now is by being shoved in your ass."

As Andrew left, Andy tried to fight these new feelings that were flooding his mind. He ran to his room to see where the spell went wrong. And, his heart sank as he realized he failed to read the full spell.

Note: If the two affected by the spell commit intercourse their personalities will change depending on the roles they played in said intercorse. Also, as long as the spell last they will be bonded by sexual interest with each other.

Andy realized what he did. By helping Andrew and guiding him what to do. Andy turned Andrew into a dominant, aggressive, sexual beast. He on the other hand had become submissive and caring to Andrew's every need.

Even now with the spell infront of him, he couldn't get himself to recite the reversal spell. It would go against the helpful, submissive, caring attitude towards Andrew that he now felt and acted out during sex with him.

In fact having this spell around was just a threat to Andrew's new happiness. So, Andy tore it up and flushed it down the toilet. The last piece of who he used to be screamed out in horror.

He looked around the apartment. He knew it would be to messy for his Andrew. He need to make sure his Andrew was happy and pleased when he got back home. And, after all that sex he was gonna do, his Andrew was going need some nourishment when he got back home.

As Andy cooked and clean, he could only smile thinking about how happy he was going to make his Andrew. Being a cum dump for him wouldn't be so bad. Yeah, it sucked, that he had to share his Andrew with a constant parade of sluts. But, what would one expect being in a relationship with a man as attractive and manly as his Andrew. And, at the end of they day, Andy knew his man would always come home. After all, his Andrew couldn't resist his nice ass. It was a weird relationship but, it worked for them.

#Body #swap #mischief #male body part tf #personality change #transformation #tf #stories #story

[tossawary]

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I was tagged by @alovelyocean. 

Some notes on this: you are only getting the SVSSS and MDZS fics because that's what this blog is about. Most of my fics have a minimum of 2-3 documents (first draft & notes document and final draft document, or else first draft, second draft, and notes document), so I have pruned some documents accordingly. I have also removed at least one WIP document with a title that is a straight-up spoiler for the twist of the fic.

This will probably not be too confuddling, as I have a system for naming fics, which is either "[FANDOM] - [TITLE or PREMISE]" or "[FANDOM] - [PAIRING or MAIN RELATIONSHIP] - [TITLE or PREMISE]". Because I know that if I do not do this, I will absolutely forget what this document is or how to find it again.

Also, I was going through this and realized, “Wait, I tell you about most of my fic ideas and WIP fics anyway, I might as well just link to the correct tags.” 

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Names of FINISHED FICS in my SVSSS folder:

Included because I thought people might get a kick out of how to-the-point some of these document titles were when these fics were WIPs. 

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SVSSS - Good Omens Fusion

->  Absolutely Ineffable

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/svsss-good-omens-fusion-au

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SVSSS - Horns

->  Horns

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/horns-fic

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SVSSS - Mingling - Melting Her Mascara

->  but that’s fine because I like a hot mess

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/a-guide-to-troubled-birds-prompts

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SVSSS - Moshang - Didi 1

->  Babe in the Woods

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/babe-in-the-woods

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SVSSS - Moshang - Energy Drinks

->  anxiety and caffeine are having a cockfight in my brain

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/shang-qinghua%27s-transmigration-blues

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/a-guide-to-troubled-birds-prompts

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SVSSS - Moshang - Haircut

->  every haircut I've ever had has been a bad haircut

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/shang-qinghua%27s-transmigration-blues

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/a-guide-to-troubled-birds-prompts

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SVSSS - Moshang - MBJ Time Travel

->  dreams that had never come true

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/dreams-that-had-never-come-true

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/mobei-jun-time-travel-fic

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SVSSS - Moshang - Role Reversal AU

->  it must follow, as the night the day

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/as-the-night-the-day

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SVSSS - MXTX Remix - Liushen SW AU

->  this point of pale light

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/this-point-of-pale-light

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SVSSS - Narnia Fusion

->  The Red Cabinet

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/svsss-narnia-fusion-au

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SVSSS - PINTW - SQH x2

->  ever wonder if the person in the puddle is real

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/the-person-in-the-puddle

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SVSSS - Qijiu - Sober and Gracious

->  the ability to remain sober and gracious

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/a-guide-to-troubled-birds-prompts

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SVSSS - Uncle Shang - pride

->  pride is not the word I'm looking for

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/pride-is-not-the-word

(PINTWILF is still a WIP. It has at least 4 documents to its name. The above document is the one I write the next chapter in. The other 3 documents are notes documents for different arcs.) 

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And now on to the WIPs! 

Names of WIP FICS in my SVSSS folder:

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SVSSS - 1 Stardust ROUGH

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/svsss-stardust-fusion-au

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SVSSS - a thousand flowers

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SVSSS - Amnesiac MBJ

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/de-aging-mobei-jun-fic

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SVSSS - Baby Brother Liu Qingge

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/unrealistically-young-prodigy-liu-qingge-au

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SVSSS - Cucumberplane Identity Reveal

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/svsss-identity-reveal-fic

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/transmigrator-reveal-fic

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SVSSS - Demon Trio - A Very Pleasant Evening

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SVSSS - Demon/Human Swap

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/demon-human-swap-au

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SVSSS - Enchanted Forest - Moshang

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/svsss-enchanted-forest-fusion-au

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SVSSS - MBJ Mom Transmigrator

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/transmigrator-mobei-jun-mom

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SVSSS - MBJ/SQH/SJ - Calculated Risks

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/moshangjiu-fic

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SVSSS - Modern Cultivators

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/modern-cultivators-bleach-fusion-au

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SVSSS - Moshang - Newborn God

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/mobei-jun-and-the-sun-god-au

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SVSSS - Moshang - Arranged Marriage

(this is the same AU as "SVSSS - Moshang - Forced Marriage")

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/moshang-forced-marriage-au

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SVSSS - Moshang - Baby

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/moshang-baby-fic

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SVSSS - Moshang - With Benefits

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/moshang-allies-with-benefits-fic

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/mobei-jun-can%27t-read-au

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SVSSS - Moshang - Checklist / My Only Crime

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SVSSS - Moshang - Cinderella AU

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/Moshang-Cinderella-AU

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SVSSS - Moshang - Concussion

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/moshang-concussion-fic

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SVSSS - Moshang - Hobbit Fusion

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/svsss-hobbit-fusion-au

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SVSSS - Moshang - Second Chances

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/shang-qinghua-fakes-his-death-au

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SVSSS - Moshang - Servant to a Different King

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/servant-to-a-different-king-au

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SVSSS - Shangjiu - A Friend Like Me

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/shangjiu-benefits-fic

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/shangjiu

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SVSSS - Shen Twins - MBJ Time Travel

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/dreams-that-had-never-come-true

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/mobei-jun-time-travel-fic

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SVSSS - SQH vs. Succubus

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/no-cat-anywhere

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SVSSS - The Princess Bride Fusion AU

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/svsss-the-princess-bride-fusion-au

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SVSSS - Tianxiyan - A Hell of a Time

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(Fics that I moved from my “#fic ideas” tag to my WIP folder while putting this list together:) 

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SVSSS - Shen Yuan as Linguang-Jun AU 

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/shen-yuan-as-linguang-jun-au

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SVSSS - Moshang - Shang Qinghua Plans Someone Else’s Wedding 

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/wedding-planner-shang-qinghua-au

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SVSSS - Moshang - Black Widow MBJ / Widowmaker Shang Qinghua

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/black-widow-mobei-jun-fic

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SVSSS - Moshang - Widower Mobei-Jun / Plant-Body SQH

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/widower-mobei-jun-au

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SVSSS - Moshang - Way of the Househusband AU

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/way-of-the-househusband-au

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SVSSS - Avatar The Last Airbender AU

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/svsss-avatar-au 

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SVSSS - Moshang - Soulwords AU 

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/svsss-soulwords-au

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SVSSS - Transmigrator Liu Mingyan AU 

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/transmigrator-liu-mingyan-au 

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SVSSS - LiuJiu - Liu Qingge Raises Liu Mingyan AU 

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/liu-qingge-raises-liu-mingyan-au 

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SVSSS - Moshang - Mobei-Jun Mpreg Fic 

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/moshang-mpreg-fic

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Names of WIP FICS in my MDZS folder:

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MDZS - Age Role Reversal

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/mdzs-age-reversal-au

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MDZS - JYL/JGY - the measuring snake and the lotus flower

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MDZS - JYL/LXC - lotus among the clouds

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MDZS - JYL/WN - the archer who shot down the sun

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MDZS - NMMY - present blessings

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MDZS - Transmigrator Lan Wangji

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/transmigrator-lan-wangji

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MDZS - Transmigrator Mme Yu - the imposter spider

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MDZS - WWX and LQR Bonding

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MDZS + SVSSS - Bingcheng

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/luo-binghe-in-lotus-pier-au

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(Fics that I moved from my “#fic ideas” tag to my WIP folder while putting this list together:)

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MDZS - Wei Wuxian as Madam Jin AU 

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/wei-wuxian-as-madam-jin-au

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MDZS - Jin Zixuan Time Travel AU 

https://tossawary.tumblr.com/tagged/jin-zixuan-time-travel-fic

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I didn’t count how many WIPs this is. 

#a lovely ocean #tossawary updates #tossawary svsss #tossawary mdzs #fic ideas #tossawary asks for asks

[unhinged-summer-fun]

FLUNKTOBER 2021 MASTERLIST.

Because I can’t do things by halves, I’ve decided to mash up flufftober, whumptober, and kinktober this year on days I choose to write fills for. I’m not gonna tag anyone for these, sorry, but you can bookmark this post and come back in November for the complete list. Strikethru text indicates I didn’t get to that prompt.

Day 1: Boba Fett x GN!Reader x Sarlacc (Winning the other a teddy, bound, and masks)

Day 2: Dave York x F!Reader (choking/gagging, sneaking out together, asphyxiation, public sex, orgasm denial)

Day 3: Marcus Pike x GN!Reader (lazy Sundays, licking, pet play, anxiety)

Day 4: Dave York x F!Reader (Sparklers & Fireworks, taken hostage, gags)

Day 5: Comandante Veracruz x F!Reader (watching the sunrise, broken nose, swallowing, gun play)

Day 6: Pero Tovar x F!Reader (Fireman’s carry, touch-starved, hunger, masturbation, nipple play)

Day 7: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader (meddling friends, numbness, blindness, accidental stimulation, massage)

Day 8: Din Djarin x F!Reader (cooking lessons, exotic illness, pegging)

Day 9: Dave York x Reader (text messages, tears, cock worship)

Day 10: Max Phillips x F!Reader (pillow fight, impact play, aphrodisiacs, hospital)

Day 11: Agent Whiskey x Reader (Love Notes, overstimulation, fucking machines, dehydration)

Day 12: Frankie Morales x Reader (Sleepy kiss, begging, biting)

Day 13: Boba Fett x Din Djarin (pillow talk, This Is Gonna Leave A Mark, anal, sex toys)

Day 14: Boba Fett x GN!Reader x Sarlacc (sequel to Day 1, slow dancing, under pressure, orgy)

Day 15: Ezra x Reader (delirium, fever dreams, silly traditions, ass worship, spanking)

Day 16: Zach Wellison x Reader (falling asleep together, recovery, role reversal)

Day 17: Pero Tovar x William (Great Wall) (“Please don’t move!”, dread, knife play, restrained/bondage)

Day 18: Frankie Morales x Reader (uniforms, costumes, doctor’s visit)

Day 19: Max Phillips x Reader (bitten, bleeding, flowers, food play)

Day 20: Marcus Pike x GN!Reader (sequel to Day 3!) (lost & found, secret crush, roleplay, object insertion)

Day 21: Din Djarin x Fennec Shand (bleeding through bandages, blood-matted hair, knuckle kiss, size difference, seduction)

Day 22: Din Djarin x Boba Fett x F!Reader (they made me do it, cursed/demon/obsession, flirting at work, cunnilingus, spit-roasting)

Day 23: Maxwell Lord x Reader (you break it, you buy it, hold me in your arms, lingerie, forced (consensual) orgasm, angry sex)

Day 24: Zach Wellison x Reader (flashback, caught in the rain, praise kink)

Day 25: Max Phillips x F!Reader (cuddling & snuggling, escape/flight/hiding, bite fetish, being recorded during sex, body swap)

Day 26: Elder God!Boba Fett x F!Reader (art of second place) (fallen, new hobby together, sleepy sex, mirror sex)

Day 27: Agent Whiskey x Reader (“I’m cold” “here, have my jacket”, passing out, collapse, clothes swap, daddy kink)

Day 28: Zach Wellison x Reader (nightmare, panic, soothing baths, empathic bonds)

Day 29: Javier Peña x Reader (too weak to move, overworked, up against the wall kiss, creampie, face-sitting)

Day 30: Boba Fett x Din Djarin x Fennec Shand (threesome, suspension, ghosts, fall asleep in my lap)

Day 31: Oberyn Martell x Reader (holiday traditions, disaster zone, stockings)

Back to main masterlist.

#flunktober #masterlist #unhingery