#huta fluff

[f1-disaster-bi]

Hey there. This is totally un-F1-related but I just saw your tags about the PhD you're doing and have a book recommendation for you: "Beyond The Wall" by Katja Hoyer. It's probably only semi-related to your subject but it's a fascinating and very well written insight into life behind the Iron Curtain in the GDR, with a lot of attention paid to Stalinist Berlin.

Of course, given you have to focus so much time and energy on the effect of that dreadful man on the Eastern Bloc countries, you might be thinking, "Please! Not another book about my PhD subject. I need FLUFF!!" 😏

That has actually been on my list!! The little collection of East and Central European history lecturers and PhDs have been trying to bribe our library into getting even one copy of it!

And it would definetly be a something worth reading for me and my studies! Especially for my literature review because it's always handy to have other research listed to show how you strutted your own. I was actually asked about this when interviewing for the funding I won. They asked me if they were any books from the 20th Century and 21st Century that could provide an outline towards how to approach my topic.

Two other books that I love and are a good read are: Unfinished Utopia: Nowa Huta, Stalinism and Polish Society 1949-1956 by Katherine and also Magnetic Moutain by Stephan Kotkin!

I can't say too much about my work because I don't want to dox myself, but this is right up my all. My dissertation is actually a comparative study of a city in the GDR and in Czechoslovkia!

My previous works have all been in a similar vein! My undergrad thesis focused on German citizens facing legalised terror tactics in the last year's of WWII and the concept of everyday resistance (coined by James C Scott) and my Masters was a study of grassroots movements among workers under Stalinism in the lead up to the 1956 uprisings in Poland and Hungary (can you tell I like a good comparative study? 😅)

I'm also actually (hopefully) writing a review on a book about the development of culture under Communism in a city in the GDR and in Poland 👀

#history things #emmy speaks history #i sound smarter than i am

[chuckie-t]

Hello!!

May I request headcanon for Wheeler Huta for L from the fluff alphabet (L ove Confession- How would they confess to their s/o?)?

Thank you, and have a great day!!!! 💛💛💛

absolutely! and thank you for requesting

Love - how would they confess to their s/o?

It would take a lot of coaxing from the other members of the bcc. And by coaxing I mean, Brian rolling his eyes and nudging the poor kid towards you and Mox's gruff and waffled speeches of being a man and telling you how he feels.

The real helpful one is, of course, William Regal himself. After he catched Wheeler watching a match intensely on the screens backstage, he sits the poor boy down and has a quick but efficient word about being truthful and how he can't be the best wrestler he can be if he's distracted constantly by unacknowledged feelings. Besides, the older man had a lot of experience in his life and he could tell just how deep you had fallen yourself.

After you returned from your match, Yuta wasted no time in confronting you, built up with the encouragement he had received from his mentor. His words were stuttered but got the point accross.

'hey I just wanted' he breathed in deeply, 'I just wanted to say that I really like you as a person, I think you're funny and kind and you're just so passionate about your job, I know you might not feel the same way but we've been friends for so long I couldn't keep it in anymore'

You smiled at the stuttering man in front of you and pressed a quick kiss to his (slightly clammy) cheek. Lifting a hand up to rest on his bicep, you gave a reassuring squeeze.

'I feel the same way, we could grab dinner tonight if you wanted? pick me up after your match'

with that you walked away, leaving Wheeler staring at where you were standing until a thick hand clapped against his shoulder.

'knew you could do it kiddo'

thank you so much for reading! reblogs mean a lot and so does feedback, ly guys <3

#sorry for any mistakes its 3am and im on my phone 🥲 #requests #wheeler yuta imagine #wheeler yuta x reader #aew imagine #aew x reader #aew headcanons

[flurrys-creativity]

Knocking on Devil’s door

Pairing: Huta/Lee Minhyuk (BtoB) x Fem!Reader; Genre: Fantasy AU, SMUT, some fluff, some humour, a sprinkle of angst; Rating: MDNI, nsfw, 18+; Warnings: Devil!Huta, an extremely superstitious town, breaking several superstitions on purpose, half naked Huta, later naked Huta for obvious reasons, unprotected sex, face-f*cking/oral (m receiving/doing), slight bondage as in hands are chained, riding, penetrative sex, Huta calls the reader darling and good girl, biting too... that should be it; Wordcount: 2.468

Event: Fright Night: A K-Vanity Event; Chosen Door: Beauty Door 

Summary: Wanting to fight all superstitions you crafted a meticulous plan. To your surprise though it teleported you to the devil himself.

A/N: This man got some noice pecs.... ngl... had to appreciate them.. enjoy this one shot!

One minute you sat peacefully in your living room and the next you found yourself surrounded by colourful flames and a half naked man in front of you, scolding you in a frustrated tone.

Your day started like any other day as well until you stepped outside of your apartment. The little town that usually appeared quiet and peaceful, now seemed to be void of any life. Windows had been sealed with wooden planks, religious prayers got scribbled above doorways and none of the shops were open.

You already had a feeling, which got only confirmed once you checked your calendar on your mobile phone. Friday the 13th. A deep sigh escaped your lips while you trotted further down the street. How could one little town be so superstitious?

As a child you hadn’t really noticed it before but now as an independent adult all your memories pieced together like a major puzzle. Old women that screamed whenever a black cat ran across their paths. Your mother, who nearly fainted when you knocked over the salt container. Your father, who got down on his knees and started praying after he broke a mirror. Your old maths teacher, who almost got a heart attack after you said you liked the number 13 the most. All these incidents played into the heavy superstition puzzle that was your hometown.

You sighed again when you saw an elderly couple peak outside their window. Their faces twisted from judging to fear once they realised you noticed them. You raised your hand and waved at them with a forced smile, only for them to rush away from the window, leaving you shaking your head in disbelief.

The whole town refused to do anything or even leave the safety of their homes on a day like this. It was possible after all since the next hospital and police station were a town over. Otherwise such behaviour could be troublesome.

It was still troublesome in your opinion since you weren’t able to get anything done unless you rode over to the next town.

You grabbed your phone and messaged your friend group, hoping they would ignore the date and were willing to meet up with you. To your dismay they declined almost immediately. When your phone started vibrating from your best friend calling you, a shimmer of hope blossomed within your chest.

“Are you crazy?” They shouted into the receiver the second you picked up. “Have you seen the date? Nothing good will happen today!”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh come on, it’s a day like every other day too. One number won’t change what will happen.”

They quickly shushed you, scolding you again for saying something like that out loud. 

“Do you really believe Friday the 13th will stop bringing misfortune to people when they stay at home? As if their four walls are some sort of protective barrier?”

“With the right preparations, of course!”

You huffed in frustration. “I really can’t with you people. I’m going home again.”

An ear-piercing scream sounded from your phone and you winced in pain, holding it away from your ear with a frown.

“YOU ARE OUTSIDE?! WHAT HAS GOTTEN INTO YOU?”

“What should have gotten into me?” You asked with a provocative tone, your last strand of patience finally snapped. “I have enough with this shit! I’m going to prove to all of you that you’re just huge idiots for believing this!” With that you cut the call and stalked back home.

As soon as you arrived inside your apartment you rushed to your notebook, searching for a list of superstitions. You opened several websites, scanning over the content. Satisfied with what you read you grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, scribbling down any superstition you were able to pull off inside your living room.

Half an hour later you had pushed all your furniture towards the walls and sat in the middle of your living room with several things littering the floor around you. You checked your list once more before you nodded with a satisfied smirk on your lips.

“13, 4, 666, 9, 17, 39.” You repeated those numbers over and over again, while you knocked a container of salt over, opened a small ladder and crawled underneath it whenever possible, pinned a horseshoe upside down against a wooden plank, purposefully broke a mirror, placed your shoes on your couch table and opened an umbrella.

You sat down on your floor again, looking around and waiting for anything to happen. Feeling your impatience growing, you grabbed a pen and started drawing pentagrams on your bare skin while babbling some latin phrases you remembered from watching Supernatural.

“WHAT?”

You jumped in surprise and looked up from your arm. Somehow your living room had vanished. Instead it got replaced by a large, empty and dark room. Except for the colourful flames dancing along the walls. 

“For fuck’s sake!”

Your eyes jumped to a man standing across from you with his hands stemmed into his side and a furious glare pointed at you. You gulped audibly as your eyes roamed his naked upper body.

“What do you want?”

You blinked several times and tilted your head to one side, a confused frown appearing on your face.

The man sighed deeply and ran a hand through his hair. He paced around in front of you before he walked to an altar behind him and grabbed a white jacket. He put it on and walked back to you, crouching down right in front of you with a piercing gaze. “Within the last ten minutes you did quite a lot to get my fucking attention. Now you have it. So what do you want?”

“Your attention?” You shook your head and tried to wrap your mind around whatever just happened. “Who even are you?”

He scoffed in disbelief. “I have many names. Some worship me as a god, others fear me as their devil. But you can call me Huta. So what would I be to you? God or devil? ” He looked down at your body, smirking when he saw your pentagram littered skin. “Devil it seems. It’s been a while since someone worshipped me as a devil. It’s been even longer to have someone so devoted to me.”

You quickly raised a hand to stop him from talking, shaking your head once more. “Hold up, are you implying that breaking every superstition from whichever country or religion that exists is a direct message to you?”

His head swayed from side to side, contemplating your question. “More like someone knocking - no - hammering at my front door, desperately crying for me to open it.”

“So superstitions are real?!” You blurt out with wide eyes, staring at the overly handsome man with disbelief.

“Depends on your definition, darling.”

“Bringer of bad luck and misfortune?” You asked, voice slightly breaking at the end. You quickly cleared your throat and looked somewhere else, feeling somewhat jittery with his intense gaze on you.

Huta laughed loudly, throwing his head back from the force. “No, superstitions are definitely not that. They are more like a friendly knock on my door. Except for your actions, darling. Like I said, you’ve been basically hammering desperately on my door, begging for me.”

You pursed your lips. “Sorry about that”, you mumbled in a hushed tone, still refusing to look back at Huta. “I just wanted to prove to my town that they’re falsely afraid of superstitions.”

“No bad luck or misfortune happened to you, did it now?” Huta grabbed your chin and turned your head to face him again, smirking in satisfaction when he saw your star-struck gaze. “This should be proof enough, don’t you think darling? Unless meeting me was bad luck.”

You quickly shook your head, licking over your lips when Huta’s smirk grew even wider. You noticed how his eyes dropped to your lips and back up again.

“Since we cleared all the misunderstandings, I have one more question for you, darling.” He paused, his thumb rubbing over your lower lip. “Do you want to get back home or do you want something else before that?”

Your eyes widened slightly and your breath hitched upon the thought that formed inside your mind.

“It’s alright. Don’t be shy”, Huta whispered, his gaze dropping to your lips once again. “What do you want?”

“You.” The word was barely above a whisper and filled with desire and want. 

Within a second you were on your back and Huta hovered above you. His eyes darkened with lust as he lowered himself down on you. He nosed along your neck, taking a deep breath in, while he rolled his pelvis against your lower body. Huta didn’t need to do much to drive you crazy and needy for him. Your reactions amplified his desire to take you right then and there.

Your hands wandered underneath his jacket, following every curve of his chest and along his smooth and golden skin. You pushed his jacket off of his shoulders, almost salivating when he eagerly followed your silent request and threw the piece of clothing somewhere into the room before he immediately turned back to you.

Huta basically ripped your clothes off of your body, his lips instantly worshipping every spot of bare skin. He gently bit into the drawn pentagrams on your skin, eliciting even stronger moans from you than before. “That’s it darling”, he purred against your skin, “let me hear you.” His fingers wandered along your sides, leaving hot trails on your body.

“Please”, you whimpered and arched your back, needing more than simple touches and kisses. You grabbed his lower arms, trying desperately to ground yourself with the building pleasure inside of you.

“What do you want, darling?” Huta pried your hands from his arms and pinned them above your head, leaning down to your lips and kissing you deeply. 

Once he broke away and you gasped for air, you tried to form a coherent sentence. His free hand sliding down to your thighs and pushing them apart, didn’t help you though. “I - I want you-u!” Your voice broke at the end, feeling his hard cock pressing against your folds. 

“You have me, darling.”

“Want you inside”, you whined and wriggled your hips, wishing Huta would slide inside of you. A soft gasp escaped your lips when the tip of his cock brushed along your clit, sending electric waves through your whole body.

“Be a good girl for me and you’ll get what you want, darling.” Huta snickered lightly against your neck, nibbling and biting your soft skin, while he rolled his hips against your core, driving you more and more crazy.

“I will! I promise I will! I’ll be a good girl”, you cried, begging him for more.

Huta snapped with his fingers, now sitting on a throne with you standing right before him, hands chained above your head. He leisurely stroked his shaft as his eyes roamed over your naked form, smirking at your disoriented look. “Kneel”, he murmured, grinning how quickly you followed his demand despite the low volume of his voice. “Open wide.”

You opened your mouth and pushed your tongue out, eager to please him. One string of saliva dripped from the tip of your tongue and landed on your chest. You saw Huta’s dick twitch from it and heard the low rumble inside of his chest. 

Huta leaned on one hand, watching you intently, while his other hand cupped your face. His thumb ran soft circles across your cheek before his hand moved to your neck and pulled you forward down on his cock. He groaned in pleasure, his hips momentarily thrusting forward and making you gag. “Shit, that’s it darling. Just stay still.” Huta’s grip on your neck tightened to hold you in place as his hips started to thrust slowly into your wet cave. 

You tried to breathe through your nose as best as you could. Still, tears welled up in your eyes and spilled over your cheeks. You gagged around his cock whenever he hit the back of your throat. More saliva dripped down your chin and ran down your chest, leaving wet and slowly cooling trails behind. You wished to touch yourself, feeling how your clit yearned for some friction but with your hands chained above your head you could do nothing but clench and unclench your thighs.

Huta pulled you off with a deep moan, his dark eyes appreciating your fucked out face. “Good girl”, he mumbled and pulled you up on your feet, beckoning to straddle his lap. He still leaned his head on one hand and watched your every movement like a predator. Huta aligned his dick with your entrance before he asked you to lower yourself down on him.

You immediately moaned and a quiver ran through your whole body when you felt his cock push inside of you, splitting your walls open. 

Huta moved his hand from his shaft to your hips, giving you a moment to adjust before he guided your rhythm to ride him. Every now and then while you moved upwards he’d thrust into you, giving you another layer of pleasure. He watched your face - how your eyes closed and mouth hung open, how broken moans and whimpers escaped your throat, how your eyebrows furrowed whenever he hit the right spot inside of you. And for once he wanted to give someone his all. Huta halted your movements and sat straight, placing his second hand on your hips as well. “I want you to scream my name, darling”, he whispered with a smirk before he started a relentless pace thrusting into you.

Your fingers grabbed the chain that held you up, knuckles turning white from the force behind it. Your moans momentarily lost volume as the air got knocked out of your lungs but with the continued onslaught from Huta your moans soon enough turned into screams of pleasure. The coil inside of you tightened with every thrust and you felt yourself close to cumming. “Huta- oh please, shit, Huta!” Your whole body spasmed and your vision blacked out. The only thing you felt were Huta’s thrusts into you.

He groaned deeply and pressed your body against his, spilling his cum into you. Sweat glistened on his golden skin and his chest moved rapidly up and down from his erratic breathing. Huta snapped his fingers and the chains around your hands vanished, letting you drop down against his body. He gently stroked your back, smiling in delight when you wrapped your arms around his neck and snuggled yourself against him. “Next time, darling”, he mumbled into your ear, kissing your temple in the process, “just call my name three times when you want something from me. No need to break any superstitions.”

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[0x1lovebot]

𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

lee minhyuk x reader.

in which BTOB's dance genius gets his ass handed to him.

genre; crack, fluff.

warnings; none.

0.2k words.

a/n; I love this man. that is all.

y/n and minhyuk were very sweaty. after everything that had happened in the last 3 hours, it only made sense that they were so exhausted. their grunts and pants filled the room, the tension between them was running high. it really was a sight to behold.

"yes! YES! YES!" y/n yelled in triumph. it was over, it was finally over. and she had won.

minhyuk's face fell in defeat. he couldn't believe that he had been bested! again! he threw his controller on the couch behind him and sank to the floor, in shame. how could he be the main dancer of BTOB if he couldn't even beat his girlfriend at some stupid video game?!!

"awww, why so sad?!" y/n taunted. "you were so sure that you could beat me earlier! where's all that confidence now? huh?"

minhyuk turned away from y/n and pouted. "how was I supposed to know you were going to cheat??!"

y/n rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's childishness. "baby, you can't cheat at just dance! and there's no need to be salty about it. just admit that i'm the better dancer and that i should be the main dancer of btob!"

"never! we're going again right now and I'm going to win this time!" minhyuk grabbed his controller from the couch and stood up from the floor. another wave of determination overcame him. he was not going to lose to y/n again, his pride wouldn't allow it.

but y/n wasn't one to go down without fighting. "prepare to lose, you big baby!"

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[kyufiber-moved]

flustered; minhyuk

member: minhyuk / btob

genre: fluff, bullet scenario

summary: lee minhyuk is known for his non-stop flirting, which reduces girls to puddles. except you, the only one who seems to be unaffected by his smug grins and flirtatious winks. upon realizing this, minhyuk makes it his goal to fluster you, no matter what it takes. 

a/n: hope y’all enjoy! this is to commemorate minhyuk going off to the military :(( i think minhyuk might b my ult or sumn ,, im consistently whipped for him and he . affects me :’)

minhyuk

lee minhyuk 

the name makes girls tingle with anticipation and guys burn with jealousy

he prides himself on his charisma; his ability to charm his way into anything he wants

teachers? whipped for him. girls? obsessed w him. guys? jealous of him

he’s got everyone wrapped around his finger 

except you, ofc

he finds that??? no matter what he does, you just aren’t??? affected?? 

he’ll toss you a wink, expecting a blush at the very least 

but no

you just roll your eyes 

ok maybe you’re just hiding how flustered you actually are, he thinks

so he tries charming you into copying your homework

he could get anyone’s homework, so it’s not like he needs it,,, he just wants to make sure he still has his edge

or if you’re some kind of

outlier 

he flashes a suave grin, his voice smooth, and his body proximity should be destroying you when he asks if he could take a peek at your homework

you snort, looking un-amused

“yeah,,, no. i spent an hour working out those problems and i’m not letting just anyone copy off me”

he’s offended??? 

““““just anyone””””” ??? 

he’s just kinda sitting there before class looking stunned

some girl in the year below quickly offers her homework, shooting you a guarded look

after all

not being affected by The Lee Minhyuk tm tm??? something’s gotta be wrong with you

if you like boys, you like minhyuk sorry i don’t make the rules

 so he decides to make it his mission to get you flustered

even just a little bit

before you know it he’s just 

always popping up

you aren’t mean or anything but??? you barely even know the guy what does he even want from you

to see you blush you dense bitch!!!!

he’ll make you share a seat with him and then prop his elbow on your desk

fix you with puppy eyes and ask

“do you think i’m cute?”

you just shrug and say sure, not even bothering to glance up

he’ll ask you if you want to sit on his lap when there’s nowhere to sit, a smug grin on his face

you just blink and say you’ll stand

he’ll sit next to you and press his leg against yours

nothing

no reaction

oh my god it drives him mad !!! he just wants v a l i d a t i o n

and you won’t give it to him !!!!! 

after a while of nothing he’s just like

i have no purpose i am a failure and life means nothing

his friends are laughing at him bc this has never happened before and watching him be so depressed over this is the most interesting thing that’s happened this year

other than that fight between the 4 different girls who were all dating the same guy, but we don’t talk about that incident

he’s just

sitting with a group of his friends on the outdoor patio 

questioning his entire life

but

he’s not realizing something :)

every time he’d wink at you 

or shoot you a grin

or offer his lap for you to sit on 

your heart nearly pounded out of your goddamn chest

but your automatic response is to mask your emotions so damn if anyone was gonna find out about that

but you overheard minhyuk talking to one of his friends about how he’s pretty sure you either hate him or have no emotions

and now you feel bad

so

you have his # 

he probably slipped it in your phone during class or smth

and so that night you text him

8:23 PM, to: lee minhyuk

if ur awake come to meadow park

you find yourself hiding in the bushes when he appears, only half his face visible in the moonlight

and just as he passes by, you jump out 

causing him to scream and stumble to the ground quite dramatically

“scaredy cat” you laugh

“shut up” he mumbles, shoving his hands in his pockets “so,,,, why’d you call me out here so late??”

“so late? it’s not even 9 yet,”

“you’re missing the point!!”

“ok, ok,,,,”

you glance up at the dark sky, letting the silence drag on, before you open your mouth

“close your eyes”

“close my,,,?? why?”

“i wanna show you something,”

“and how am i gonna see it with my eyes closed,”

“just close them!”

“don’t want to!”

“fine, keep them open.”

you lock gazes with him

“i don’t hate you, just so you know. and i do have emotions.”

guilt paints his features

“i’ll prove it to you,” you murmur, feeling your face warm up

no, letting your face warm up

and with that, you give him a quick kiss right on the lips

his eyes widen when you pull away, and instantly you can just feel the heat radiating off his cheeks

“is lee minhyuk flustered??” you tease, shooting him a wink “and here i thought he didn’t have emotions”

“be quiet,” he huffs, and then pulls the collar of your jacket into him to kiss you again

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[baekhansol]

𝓡𝓮𝓺𝓾𝓲𝓮𝓶

ⁿ. ᵃⁿ ᵃᶜᵗ ᵒʳ ᵗᵒᵏᵉⁿ ᵒᶠ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ

(𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 + 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭)

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏 : 𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐝

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟐 : 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟑 : 𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟒 : 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 werewolf/supernatural au, action/fantasy, angst, smut, maybe fluff

𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 - ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ - this is both for the incorporation of sexual elements as well as dark themes and violence

𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐭 All you wanted to do was to become an apostle for The Accord and save people from situations like yours. But of course, Fate has different plans and a near death experience leads you to finding out a well guarded werewolf secret, forever changing your expectations.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 (pending & current): graphic descriptions of violence and injuries, death, smut

𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐦 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓬𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓢𝓪𝓯𝓮𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓑𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓸𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓽 𝓟𝓸𝓹𝓾𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 - "𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔸𝕔𝕔𝕠𝕣𝕕"

The Accord for the Safety of the Benevolent Population, commonly referred to as “The Accord” is a secret treaty created in 1697 with the aim to protect benevolent peoples from harm. Many countries, empires, dynasties, etc. had their own regulations on dealing with the supernatural, but the push for The Accord was instituted due to the intense differences in understanding and fear of the supernatural that the common people held. The Accord has held despite disputes between those signed, and the creation of new states. It is generally an apolitical treaty, as its intent is to protect people's rights.

ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀ ʀᴀɴᴋꜱ

𝐧𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐞- apprentice level entry rank, generally students

𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐞- overall full members, but generally only refers to new members who are relatively inexperienced

𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐨𝐬𝐨- apostles with plenty of experience in the field and are the ones who deal with harder cases.

𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨- these are seasoned hunters who often take a more organizational role within The Accord. They often find new cases and focus on research and giving out cases. Some Maestros are retired hunters due to injuries or age

𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨- these are those in charge of The Accord and keep the treaty in check throughout the world. Elite universities are run by grand maestros, such as Hyunwoo University for The Accord.

𝓗𝔂𝓾𝓷𝔀𝓸𝓸 𝓤𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓐𝓬𝓬𝓸𝓻𝓭 - "ℍ𝕌𝕋𝔸"

HUTA is one of the oldest universities to train neophytes to enter The Accord. Created years after the signing of The Accord in 1804 under the name of the The Accord Academy, it is the longest running university based on the ideals of The Accord. Hyunwoo was the name of the grand maestro running the academy during the time of the Japanese Occupation, and managed to keep it running in secret nonetheless. In 1950, five years after the end of the Japanese Occupation and after the death of Hyunwoo, the university was reformed and renamed to Hyunwoo University of The Accord.

𝓑𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓪𝓻𝔂 (𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥)

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥

A type of humanoid undead with an intense desire to consume (generally human) humanoid flesh. They tend to hunt in pairs or alone, as they are selfish with their food. In their natural form, they have gray skin and yellow glowing eyes, with long claws and pointed teeth. Their claws and teeth have a slow paralysis effect. Once they consume a person, they have the ability to shapeshift into them. Ghouls typically have low intelligence due to their hunger. Ghouls can be created alone by ghasts, or be a result of a ghoul not finishing its meal (i.e. when the body is not fully consumed, generally with the majority of the body untouched).

𝐆𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐭

A type of humanoid undead with a strong desire to consume (generally human) humanoid flesh. These are similar to ghouls, yet more intelligent. If a ghoul is found in a pack, it is likely that they are being controlled by a ghast. Ghasts are significantly more dangerous than a ghoul, due to their intelligence and their ability to create ghouls. Ghasts have a similar appearance to ghouls, with gray skin, long claws, and pointed teeth. Their eyes are typically reddish, and they have prehensile tongues (they can grab things with their tongues). Their claws and teeth are poisonous with a near immediate paralysis effect.

𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟

A type of humanoid with lycanthropy. These individuals appear as normal humans, but have heightened senses and can shapeshift into a full sized wolf or larger. Werewolves live in packs, and their leader is called an Alpha. Werewolves are considered benevolent humans in The Accord, with the exception of rogues. Rogues are packless werewolves, whose wolf form has fully consumed their mind. Werewolves are either born with lycanthropy, which is a dominant gene, or turned into a werewolf. The Accord strictly regulates turning, and it is highly discouraged.

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About Me

PLEASE READ: As of NOV 2022

Personal:

28/USA/Afro-Carribean

BLM, FTP, ACAB

Sagittarius sun, scorpio moon, taurus rising (i know, im sorry)

I speak english and spanish (kinda poorly but i understand everything)

Taken/Queer/They/Them

insert stereotypical im a “weeb, nerd, gamer, metalhead” shit here

i’m no longer writing kpop fanfics but i am writing other stories on my main tumblr @sad--succubus

if we used to talk on here and you’d like to reconnect, please still message me on either blog. i will answer either way. i’ve been away for a long time but i’d like to find the friends i used to talk to.

K-pop:

2nd Gen Kpop stan

Girl Groups (some i know the members, some i just like the music): 2ne1, f(x), Girls Generation, CLC, Red Velvet, G-idle, EXID, Mamamoo, 4Minute, Wondergirls, Sistar, Blackpink 

Boy Groups (some i know the members, some i just like the music) Pentagon, NCT 127, Monsta X, Stray Kids, Ateez, WayV, Seventeen, ACE, Victon, BAP, Got7, Big Bang, EXO, SuJu, Shinee, Block B, iKon, Winner, VIXX, 

Co-Ed KARD, Triple H, Troublemaker

Solos Jessi, DPRLive, DPRIan, Jooyoung, G-Dragon, Taeyang, Hyuna, Dawn, Gray, Dean, Bloo, Woodz, Jay Park, Zico, Mino, Bobby, Holland, Sik-k, Huta, Flowsik, Ravi, Crush, Giriboy, Sunmi, Hyolyn, Hwasa

Ults (Girl): #1-Hwasa, #2-Hyuna, #3-Jessi, #4-Irene

Ults (Boys): (Past #1) Taeyang, (Past #2) Yoongi, Current #1- Johnny Suh, Current #2- Yang Hongseok

Some Other Biases: Mark Tuan (Got7), Mingi (Ateez), Mingyu (SVT), Irene (Red Velvet), LE (EXID), Youngguk (BAP), Seungwoo (Victon), Kun (WayV), Eunhyuk (SuJu), Hyungwon (MX), Felix (SKZ), Sehun (Exo), B.M & Jiwoo (KARD), BK (ACE), Taeil (Block B), Leo (VIXX)

Who I Write For:

Pentagon:

Hui

Edawn

Hongseok

Kino

Yuto

Nct/Wayv:

Johnny

Jaehyun

Yuta

Taeil

Kun

Lucas

Other Possible Groups (that i've thought about but havent really started anything)

Seventeen:

Mingyu

Wonwoo *

Dk

Red Velvet:

Irene

Joy

Mamamoo:

Hwasa * 

Solos: 

Monster Woo

Christian Yu

DPRLive

Jessi

Hyuna*

Sik-k 

*Have written or featured in stories already

What I Write:

Smut, Angst, sporadic fluff, Full length series, one-shots, drabbles

Exploring & explaining kinks/BDSM, queer/POC issues, POC characters, reader inserts/ambiguous reader (but please assume that my stories are made specifically for people of color), mental health issues, suicide/death, (light) substance abuse (not addiction really), partying, some sexual assault

Warnings and features (what the goods for the sex scene are) are written above the story

I have OCs in 2 of my series and i occasionally add characterization to (ambiguous) reader fics.

For ambiguous reader fics i still try and stay away from descriptive words (for hair, skin, body shape, etc) as much as possible

i do write mostly for afab people (in sexual situations, of which all of my stories have). Sometimes i write sex scenes from the male perspective

I use mostly she pronouns in stories and sometimes they/them (still for afab person)

i have written a single chapter of idolxidol (explicit sex and kissing) and write mentions of it (like exes and relationships a/o experiences) but its not my forte or specific thing i go for. I dont normally ship the members of a group. (Exceptions are JohnJae and Johnta, but again not my forte or first thing i go for)

I dont take requests anymore (because it takes me forever to complete one and i need to be in the right mood & headspace.)

i don’t rp/erp

#me