#this is a very self indulgent post but ah well why not!

[magdelanian]

Every trip back to my childhood home I amble round the garden for a while, making a sort of pilgrimage to all my beloved trees. This is likely the last Christmas I'll ever spend here. I don't quite know how I'll feel when my parents move away - I've never known or loved a spot of land better. It's always been this steady presence, a place I knew I could return to and find unchanged.

Anyway. There's severe thunderstorm warnings for this afternoon; my dad is clearing out the gutters. The air is sticky and warm. No cicadas, but crickets everywhere.

#everything is so lush and overgrown right now! #hello witchy mānuka trees #hello redwood! that i used to climb to the top of with a book to read and terrify my mother! #hello kauri! hello rimu! hello pōhutukawa that is so so red this year! #hello jacaranda! and apple! and cabbage tree! #this is a very self indulgent post but ah well why not! #i know these trees and this place down to my very bones

[baby-yongbok]

What Are You Looking At?

Dom!Seungmin x Sub!Fem!Reader

-`♡´- Genre: Smut, some plot mostly porn

-`♡´- Summary: One question turned into an entire scene

-`♡´- Word Count: 3.9k

-`♡´- Warnings: Dominant/Submissive Dynamics, Hard Dom Seungmin and a bit of Dom Hyunjin, Choking, Slapping [for a second] , Degradation, Semi-Public Sex, Exhibitionism, Mentions of other members relationships, OT8 are involved, Previous consent implied, use of sex toys in public, Aftercare [Some on screen, more implied off screen] (Sorry If I missed any)

-`♡´- A/N: This was something that I've wanted to post for a while but I just never got around to editing it until now! I hope that you enjoy! And yes the reader is depicted as chubby/plus size and is a POC ♡. This fic was 100% self-indulgent and contributed towards my Seungmin Brainrot

❥ Names Used Towards Reader: Slut, Pathetic, Pitiful, Whore

-`♡´- Masterlist -`♡´-

It’s not everyday that your boyfriend invites you to be his date to an event, so when Seungmin invited you to attend one of the many events to promote the new album with him and his members, you excitedly accepted. It’s been a while since you’ve all gotten together and any day with all of the boys is more than entertaining so you found yourself getting more excited than usual for this event. 

Of course, Seungmin had one condition when he invited you, he had to pick out your entire outfit. It was a fairly upscale event so formal attire was the only appropriate choice. You knew the moment that he requested to pick out your outfit that you’d be matching your man, it’s something that he loves but will never admit. He loves when the two of you look like a couple and carry similar visual energies. 

Your outfits were fairly basic. He had a white dress shirt and black slacks with small more flashy designer elements incorporated into the outfit. For you, he picked out a black gown of the same brand that he was wearing. It’s his go to dress for you to wear at events when he wants you to be on everyone’s radar. When he wants the two of you to be eye-catching and wants every single person in the room to eye the dips and curves of your perfect plush figure.  

There was one condition to your outfit though, a dare of sorts. 

“Why are these here?” You asked as you looked over the outfit laid out on your bed. The soft black panties with the built in vibrator along the gusset were resting on top of your velvety black gown.

“Ah, right, I wanted to propose a little game for the night.” You eyed Seungmin through the bedroom mirror as he fiddled with the glossy buttons of his dress shirt. “ You wear those and let me control them throughout the night. If you hide it well you get to be in charge tonight.” 

Your face lights up at the sound of his offer. You’ve been begging him to let you dominate him in bed for months but he always turns you down.  

“If you make it too obvious or get caught in any way then I get to use you all night.” He turns to face you, slipping a hand into his pocket. “And I can use any toy that I please.”

You suck your teeth at him, he’s been itching to use the new spreader bar that he ordered a month ago since the day that it arrived. You weren’t sure about it when it got here and you still aren’t very sure about it now. Of course you think that it’ll be fun to use but you know Seungmin and you know just how rough he likes to be when you aren’t restricted by any toys or rope so you can only imagine how it’ll be when your legs are permanently spread open for him. You think for a second, trying to weigh your options but the thought of being able to be in charge of him for a night is way too tempting to pass up. 

“Deal.” You smile, holding out your pinky finger and he copies the action twisting his finger around yours and leaning in for a swift kiss. 

“Good luck, I’m not gonna take it easy on you.”

“Would it be so horrible to let me be in charge?” You scoff as you slip the panties on, aligning the vibrator to rest against your clit and folds comfortably. 

“Nah.” Just as you move to pick up your dress a deep vibration rumbles through your core and a gasp leaves your lips followed by a choked moan. You glare over at your boyfriend, his hand is in his pocket, most likely holding the tiny remote, and there’s a devious smirk resting on his lips while he watches you. “I just figured that if I’m gonna do it I should make you work for it.”

“You’re not gonna break me.” You roll your eyes as you push your thighs together, the vibrations stop abruptly and you let out a breath that you weren’t even aware you were holding.

“You know that I love a challenge."

You were more than excited when you saw all of the boys, but they seemed ten times more excited to see you. They updated you on everything that they could think of from games that they’ve started playing, songs that they started writing, and Hyunjin even let you get a sneak peak into his art folder on his phone. Of course, Seungmin decided to torture you in the most delicious way the entire time, but much to his dismay, you held your composure, even with him whispering pure filth into your ear all evening. You’ve been through your fair share of edging and teasing since dating Seungmin so a game like this was nothing compared to the countless times that you’ve begged and cried on his cock after being fucked for hours on end. He’s the type of dominant that takes pleasure in training his submissive and you’re the type of submissive that loves to do everything so perfectly that it’s almost infuriating, especially for someone like Seungmin who has a thing for taming brats.

“Can I have a coffee too?” You asked as you sat between Hyunjin and Changbin. Your boyfriend only glared at you as he stood from his seat and made his way over to the coffee machine to make himself a drink. You try your best to hide your smirk as you push your thighs together. He's being extra mean to you today and all of the guys have noticed it. They’ve all been extremely nice to you to make up for it but what they don’t know is that this is all a part of Seungmin’s game. He knows that you’re an absolute slut for degradation and that each nasty word and eyeroll is getting under your skin and sending a shock right to your clit but to the guys the two of you are just having a bad day. 

Changbin puts in his request right after you and follows by repeating your question but he’s met with silence just as you were a second ago. Instead of answering either of you, Seungmin starts talking to Jeongin about something that you’re barely paying any attention to as he makes everyone a drink except you, allegedly. 

You zone out as Changbin starts messing with Hyunjin, he’s teasing him about something random and the sound of them laughing registers as a distant echo as you take the time to admire just how good your man looks right now. You’ve seen Seungmin in more suits than you can count but there’s something about what he’s wearing tonight that has you in a choke hold. Maybe it's the perfect fit of his pressed dress shirt or the way the fabric of his dress pants stretches over his thighs. It could also be the fact that you’ve been edged by these damn vibrating panties for the past two and a half hours. You sat through an entire press conference as your boyfriend messed with the tiny remote in his pocket, watching you from the corner of his eye and stopping the vibration right when he saw your eyes roll back or noticed your balance become a bit unsteady. 

 You watch him as he takes out his phone and glances over at you for no more than a second before looking down at his screen. The micro interaction snaps you out of your daze and you pull your attention over to Changbin as you try your best to focus on anything else.

“You looked so cute on the stage, Hyunjinnie.” Changbin continues to tease the man next to you as he reaches behind you to pinch at his cheeks. Hyunjin moves away, dodging his hand and looking down at his phone, most likely to text his girlfriend who’s a close friend of yours. You smile to yourself since you’re the one who introduced them to each other and played cupid for a bit until they fell for each other.

“Binnie, he’s gonna keep ignoring you if you don’t -” You’re cut off by a loud gasp that catches Changbin off guard and startles Felix who’s sitting next to him. You clear your throat and shift in your seat a bit, trying your best to calm down as the vibrator buzzes against your core at its highest setting. Once you feel that you’ve settled a bit you glare over at your boyfriend with the calmest expression you can manage to keep. He stares back at you, matching your expression with a hint of a smirk on his face. 

"What are you looking at?" The slight smile on his face contradicts the bite in his voice and you find yourself pressing your plush thighs together again. The pressure against your clit pushes you closer to your orgasm but that’s the last thing that you want to do. You can’t cum here in front of all of his friends, not because it would be embarrassing, the two of you have talked about putting on a show for his friends for a long time and you’re more than into it, but if you cum right now in front of everyone you’ll lose the game. There’s no way that you’re losing this. 

"Seungmin, stop being so mean to her, what's up with you two?" Hyunjin tries to come to your defense, pushing his phone into his pocket and glaring at the younger member as you choke back a moan.

"She's a slut." His tone is flat like he’s speaking a well known fact.

"Hey, whoa why would you say that?" It's Changbin's turn to defend you, he sounds more than fed up with the attitude that your partner has had towards you today. Gosh, if only he knew the half of it.

"Because it's true, you're a slut aren't you?" Seungmin turns his attention towards you, taking a couple of steps forward and standing with his arms crossed over his chest as he watches you hold back. He notices every slight raise of your eyebrows and the way that you lightly bite at your bottom lip, he knows that he’s winning. All movement in the room comes to a subtle stop as the members watch the situation unfold in front of them. You can hear the door open and close quickly and you assume that what was left of the staff decided to give you all some privacy, thank gosh.

"Seungmin, seriously, stop it." Chan speaks up as he makes his way to the side of the couch that you’re sitting on with Changbin and Hyunjin. Your boyfriend is way too invested in you to heed his warning, he’s way too focused on winning to care about what anyone else says. He rolls up his sleeves further before kneeling in front of you and grabbing your jaw harshly. 

“Look at me.” You swiftly fix your gaze on him, earning more of a smile from the dark haired man in front of you. You can hear Han, Jeongin and Minho protest the harsh action in your defense. They all turn their chairs to face the two of you and Changbin moves over a bit to give you some room between him and Hyunjin. 

“Seungmin seriously.” Chan protests again, putting his hand on the younger member's shoulder but he swiftly shrugs it off, never taking his eyes off of you. 

"Tell them." You whimper at his request as you bat your thick lashes at him. Your glassy doe eyes tell him everything that he needs to know, He’s studied every single part of you, every move and every sound. You’re trying so hard to keep it in but your sub space is setting in heavy especially with all of these eyes on you, it just turns you on ten times more. You’re a sucker for being a good girl for your man especially when there’s an audience.  

"I'm a slut." Your words come out in a gasp as a tear trails down your cheek. The vibration abusing your clit feels so much more intense as your vision becomes hazy and your body starts to feel like it’s floating. Seungmin’s fully smiling now, admiring how pretty you look in your headspace. Since you’ve slipped into yours it’s time for him to fully slip into his. He’s in full dominant mode now, he’s hyper vigilant, using his extensive knowledge of you to lead him through the scene. Han stands from his seat, looking over the younger man's shoulder, unsure of what to say. 

"Tell. Them. Now." A small yet firm slap to your cheek punctuates each word that comes out of his mouth and you can hear Felix’s deep voice start to protest before it’s cut off by a deep moan leaving your parted lips. It feels like the air in the room thickened as soon as the sound registered, you blink a couple of times as you try to think of a way to cover it up, maybe you can say that you’re just kidding, maybe you can say that it was all a filthy prank. Maybe you’ll just ignore Seungmin’s orders, you need to win this game, there’s no way that you can lose.

Your thoughts are racing at a hundred miles per hour, but the moment that your eyes meet your partner's brown ones again, you cave. You crack completely, slipping deep enough into your sub space to be at his mercy. You know that he’d never put you in an unsafe situation and you both have even spoken to the guys about letting them sit in on a scene between you and him some day, you just didn’t know that today would be the day, to be fair none of them did, not even Seungmin.

"What the fuck?" That’s all that he can manage to think of but instead of answering him Seungmin waves at him dismissively. 

"Shh you'll miss the best part." His eyes stay on yours as he watches you slip and even through your hazy state you don’t dare to break his gaze.

"Color?" Changbin furrows his brows at the question that leaves your boyfriend's lips and Hyunjin raises his. You mumble a weak ‘green’ and you can hear your boyfriend confirm your response faintly before you turn your attention back over to your rising orgasm.

"No fucking way." Hyunjin scoffs in disbelief, a surprised yet entertained smile on his face. 

"Looks like you got caught." Seungmin teases as he exchanges looks with Hyunjin, the only other open and proud dominant in the room. Since you introduced Hyunjin to your close friend who is now his girlfriend and submissive, he and Seungmin have often talked about having semi-public scenes with their partners in front of the other members. Hyunjin swore that he'd be the first to do it but it looks like Seungmin beat him to it. 

"Pathetic isn't she?" Seungmin asks towards Hyunjin and he clicks his tongue in response. 

"Absolutely pitiful." 

"Why the fuck are you guys doing that? She's fucking crying for Christ's sake." Minho makes his way over to stand next to Chan and at this point there's an entire circle around the two of you. Hyunjin watches you with curious eyes and an amused grin as you press your plush thighs together which truly isn’t helping the violent pulsing of your clit against your panties. 

Seungmin watches you too, keeping note of your reaction and searching for any signs of discomfort. Once he's sure that you’re fine he lets go of his grip on your jaw and you whine at the loss of contact. You’re way too far gone to care about how you look or sound now, all that you know is that you're absolutely desperate for release and you’ll do anything to get it.

"You guys don't believe that she's a slut?" The room is quiet in response to Seungmin's question as they all watch her. Now they're catching on. "Watch."

Seungmin's hand cages your neck swiftly, pinning you against the curved back of the couch. His grip is light at first as he only applies a soft amount of pressure to the sides of your throat but you can feel his grip gradually become more intense with each passing second and you can’t help the whining moans that escape you as you fight the urge to rut your hips into the air as your dripping pussy clenches around nothing. 

"Seungmin, what the -'' Changbin is cut off by a loud whiny moan escaping you once Seungmin hits the pressure that you go dumb for. You lose your self control almost instantly and give into your horny desire to rut your hips into the air, desperate for any type of friction. 

"Such a whore. You want to cum?" You shake your head as best you can with whines falling from your lips uncontrollably. "Hyunjin, countdown from five."

"I'd love to." Hyunjin, turns more towards the two of you to get a clear look at the desperation on your face with each number that passes.

 "Five” He waits for a couple of seconds too long, clearly teasing you. Your friend did say that he could be a tease. You just wish that you weren’t finding that out right now. “Four...Three.”

He rests his chin in his palm, pretending to be bored with the task despite the smirk on his face “Three and a half....Two....hm where was I?"

Seungmin chuckles at your frustrated whine as Hyunjin fake pouts towards the two of you.

"Better start over to be sure." 

"I think you're right, let's see." Hyunjin takes a deep breath and you can’t help but to let out a deep desperate cry as tears flow down your cheeks. You’ve been holding back for so long that it feels like every inch of your body is on fire. You know the rules: If you cum without permission you get punished. Seungmin’s punishments are anything but fun. He has a talent for coming up with the most grueling punishments that could ever cross a dominants mind. You’ve learned to love them in a strange way but you’ve already lost the game, you don’t want to give him more to look forward to tonight. 

"So pretty when you cry" Seungmin smirks at Hyunjin’s comment while the others around them simply watch in aroused confusion. They haven't taken their eyes off of you since the beginning and they wouldn’t dream of even blinking now.  

"Alright so let’s do it nice and slow this time. One, Two, Three.”

“Three and a half.” He pauses, closing his eyes to ‘think’ for a second “Four....Four and a half.... Hmm.”

“What's after that?" Seungmin teases in mock confusion and Hyunjin shrugs as he looks around at the other members who now seem more than entertained by the game the two are playing.

"Mm, I don't remember. Do you remember, Felix?" Hyunjin asks the blonde sitting next to Changbin as he shifts his gaze fully towards you so that he can admire the way your eyes roll back as your body practically shakes with anticipation. Seungmin loosened his grip on your neck a couple of seconds ago but you haven’t stopped moaning and whimpering ever since he first touched you. 

"No clue." Hyunjin smiles as Felix plays along with him and Seungmin’s game.

"Hm, what about you Chan? Do you remember what comes after four?" Seungmin looks over at his elder, giving him a slight head tilt to confirm that he can truly answer. The once confused but now fully aroused member takes a second before replying. He looks over at you before finally saying the very thing that you’ve been dying to hear

"Five" You gasp in excitement as your lidded eyes meet the lust glazed ones of your partner. It’s almost like you forgot that everyone else was in the room. All that mattered was Seungmin and you only wanted to hear him say one thing.

"Lucky girl" Seungmin pulls you forward by your neck, the harsh movement makes you drag out a loud and lazy moan. "Cum."

Without so much as a second thought you’re letting go in front of everyone. You’re shaking, crying and gasping like a fish out of water as your orgasm rips through you like the venom of a vampire. You lean forward into Seungmin as you grid your cunt against the couch and rest your head on his shoulder. He moves his hand from your neck to your back as he rubs soothing circles into the velvet fabric of your dress. 

“That’s my girl. Sounds so pretty, did so well.” Everyone watches as they weave through various stages of amazement and disbelief as you come down from your high.

Once he sees that you’re riding out the pleasure Seungmin reaches into his pocket to turn off the vibrator. You pant against him, small whimpers escaping you as tears roll down your cheeks. 

“Han, would you pass me a water bottle please?” He does as he asks, leaning over a shocked Minho to reach for the water bottles on the table and handing one to Seungmin.

“I’ll get you your coffee and then I’ll hold you alright? Can you wait for just a second?” He whispers in your ear and you nod against him the best that you can. Usually he’d ask you to use your words but he figured that he’ll let it slide this time.

 Seungmin gives you a soft kiss on your cheek before leaning you back against the couch. You nearly fall over into Changbin who holds you up awkwardly before Hyunjin moves in a bit closer to you. He gives Seungmin a look, asking for permission to touch you which your partner swiftly allows before standing from his spot in front of you and moving back to the coffee machine. He rolls up his sleeves that have fallen down a bit as he starts the machine again and starts to make your favorite aftercare drink. 

Hyunjin puts his arm around you and he allows you to rest on his chest, he rubs up and down your arm and whispers to you to try and ground you a bit. This isn’t the first time that you and Seungmin have done a scene with Hyunjin so he’s no stranger to the type of aftercare that you receive. The rest of the boys look between your limp body resting against your friend and your boyfriend who’s nonchalantly operating the coffee machine while they  quietly try to put the pieces together and figure out exactly what they just witnessed. Seungmin feels the burning stares on the side of his face as he waits for your glass to fill and turns towards his members with a straight face. 

"What are you looking at?" No one responds, they all just stare between you as they open and close their mouths and try to figure out the right question to ask while attempting to hide their aching hard ons. The room stays quiet until Jeongin sighs and stands from his seat.

"Is anyone going to ask what the fuck just happened or is it going to have to be me?"

[Note: In a healthy BDSM dynamic or scene all members involved should consent before hand. This is a work of fiction and is no way a representation of what real ethical scenes should look like unless there are clear boundaries.]

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[thru-the-grapevine]

Something New (m)

Pairing: Cho Seungyoun x fem!reader

Summary: Sometimes your boyfriend asking you blunt questions pays off for you in the end.

Word Count: 3.3k

Tags/Warnings: mature content (minors dni), pwfwp (porn with feelings without plot), oral sex (fem. receiving), established relationship, they are simps for each other, inexperienced!reader

Author’s Note: if you’ve been around on this blog at all, you’ll know this isn’t the typical sort of thing I post. I have no excuse other than the man makes me absolutely insane and I decided to be self-indulgent. Please read at your own risk.

“Have you ever thought about letting me eat you out?”

You cough, nearly choking on your own tongue, and drop your phone against your boyfriend’s chest.

You lift your head from Seungyoun’s shoulder and look at him, incredulous. “What?”

Seungyoun glances at you, shooting you a brief little smile before continuing to scroll his phone.

“Letting me go down on you,” he clarifies, confirming you had somehow, in fact, heard him right after all.

You blink several times, brain mysteriously empty.

“I…uh,” you finally stammer.

You’ve been with Seungyoun long enough to know that he likes to be blunt and face things head-on, no beating around the bush. It does catch you by surprise, though, anytime it’s about something intimate.

The plain look on his face is indication enough that this question is par for the course with him. “Didn’t know if it was on the list of stuff you were interested in trying.”

He’s known since before you started seeing each other that you’re inexperienced, never having any real interest in sex until you met him. He’s taken this very well, been exceedingly patient and a perfect sweetheart with you. He always cheerfully answers your shy questions in a way that doesn’t embarrass you for being curious, and loves going along with your hesitant experimentation whenever you like.

You haven’t experimented far beyond heavy makeout sessions, beyond dry humping and hands under shirts, but where your timidity has stopped you in real life, your imagination has run rampant. So in all honesty, you have thought about Seungyoun eating you out. You’ve had no courage whatsoever to say anything about it, but the thought of his mouth on you has come to mind more and more often lately. Little daydreams of your hands in his hair, your thighs clamped around his head, of an unfamiliar pleasure that might possibly be better than your own fingers or shower head.

The way he’s smiling at you makes you pretty sure he knows what you’ve been thinking from your facial expressions.

“Don’t look at me like that,” you mumble, halfheartedly thumping your hand against his chest.

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” Seungyoun laughs. “I’m the one who asked.”

“Why did you?” You ask, watching him closely.

He shrugs a shoulder, turning his smile back to his phone. “Because I’ve been thinking about it.”

Oh. Something funny quivers in your stomach, heat like lava pooling low. He’s been thinking about it, too. Been thinking about spreading your legs and lowering his head to—

“You—I…” You try to start a thought several times, then realize you have none.

His smile only widens. He keeps scrolling his phone, looking cool as a cucumber, which isn’t fair.

“You have?” You finally finish weakly.

He looks up from his phone to meet your gaze.

“I have,” he says.

Your brain doesn’t know what to do with this information. “You….but….”

He tilts his head slightly. “But?”

“Why—” You cut off, squirming a little. “I…why would you be thinking about it?”

“Because I want to do it?” He sounds amused and puzzled.

“I—but, like. Why would…?” You ask, looking anywhere but at him.

“Ah,” he murmurs, realization in his voice. When you look back up at him, his eyes are sparkling, gaze too fond for what comes out of his mouth.

“You make the cutest little noises when you're getting yourself off in my lap. I need to be the reason you make them, on purpose this time.”

A bolt of pure lust hits you right in the stomach, air stalling in your lungs. You shiver, toes curling.

“Ah,” you croak.

The corners of his eyes are crinkling. You look away from him, trying to remember to breathe evenly. “And that’s….good, for you?”

He snorts. “Oh, yes. A lot. Very much.”

“…I see,” you say.

He grins, his gaze landing on your mouth. “Hm? You like that?”

You swallow hard, trying to ignore the liquid heat simmering low in your belly. “A…a little.”

His gaze only makes you hotter. “Yeah? A little?”

“Okay, maybe a lot,” you say, voice raspier than usual.

“Hm.” He studies your face for a long moment, smile rather pleased. Then he winks at you and goes back to his phone. “Good.”

You blink at him in disbelief for a long moment.

“That’s…that’s all?” You ask.

He glances at you. “All?”

“I—you were just…” you flounder for a moment. “Just…asking?”

He shrugs a shoulder. “Yeah. Just asking. Good to know.”

“…Oh,” you say.

He glances at you, eyebrows raising in curiosity at your tone. Then he smiles, looking so mischievous that your face burns.

“Did you want it to be something else?” He asks, and his voice is low and silky, brushing smooth like a caress.

Well, you had. Being found out makes you ten shades of embarrassed. You suppose you weren’t exactly subtle, though.

“You are the worst,” you grumble.

Seungyoun grins, plucking your phone from your hand and setting it aside with his and gathering you close to him, until you’re curled up nose-to-nose.

“I am,” he murmurs, gleeful. He looks down at your mouth. “So you’re interested in trying it?”

You swallow hard, settling your hands on his chest. “I…I mean, yes, but…”

The little trails of warmth his fingertips are drawing along the side of your neck are distracting, as is the molten warmth of his eyes.

“But?” He prompts, patient and soft.

Your voice won’t rise above a whisper. “But maybe we, uh….work our way up to it, like. It’s just…”

The thought of diving right in immediately, no matter how interested you are in it, sets little panic bells off in your head.

“…Scary, if we just…go for it,” you breathe, face burning.

His smirk softens into a sweet smile. He nuzzles his nose against yours reassuringly.

“‘Course, love. Defeats the purpose if you’re scared,” he says, and you know by his tone he really means it.

You let out a soft little sigh, more relieved than you realized. He’s always so good about taking things at your pace; it’s wonderful.

Seungyoun gazes at your mouth, lifting a hand and running his thumb along your lower lip. “What if I showed you here what it would be like first? And we can stop there if you want.”

Oh. You glance down at his lips as he talks, mind racing. He wants to give your mouth head. That’s…hmmm. If it was possible to be any more turned on, you would be. You swallow thickly, curling your fingers into his shirt.

“Okay,” you whisper.

He looks back up into your eyes, as though gauging your confirmation. “Yeah?”

“Uh-huh,” you say, nodding a little.

He studies you for another second, then nods once, gazing back down at your mouth. “Is now a good time?”

“Well, let me check my schedule,” you deadpan, and he laughs.

The smile lingers on his lips as he leans in even closer, thumb teasing your lower lip until your mouth parts slightly.

Your hands grip tighter in his shirt when he brushes his mouth over yours, feather-light. A faint kiss at the corner of your mouth, the soft graze of his lips to the other corner, another light kiss. Careful, gentle kisses pecked across your mouth, then the fleeting drag of his tongue on your lower lip.

You gasp against his mouth at the feeling, and he leans in closer, kissing you properly. Each kiss is a long, slow draw, the pressure of his mouth firmer and firmer.

A little noise escapes the back of your throat when his tongue delves carefully into your mouth and back out. He hums, quiet and appreciative. His hands glide from your jaw into your hair as he kisses you, cupping the base of your skull, the nape of your neck, keeping you in place.

He tilts his head slightly and latches his mouth over your upper lip. A shiver wracks through you as his tongue draws along it, tracing your Cupid’s bow with the tip of his tongue before flicking over it gently, back and forth, then in tight circles. Your whole body flushes with blistering heat at the implication, a whimper lodging in your throat. You try to muffle the noise by closing your mouth over his lower lip, pulling on it with awkward suction.

A low groan resonates in his chest. He seals his mouth over yours again, licking hungrily into you. It’s a little different than when he’s used his tongue before. More curious, exploratory. Slow, purposeful strokes of his tongue deep into your mouth, in and out.

It occurs to you in an instant what he’s simulating. Your insides liquefy into boiling honey, raw want clawing through you as you moan shakily into his mouth. You lift your hands to his head, weaving your fingers into his hair and holding on for dear life. He moans at the pressure, tongue stroking along yours deliberately slowly, making you shiver.

He continues at a leisurely pace, pausing to nip and suck playfully at one lip or the other, until you lose all track of time, your mind hazy with need. If it’s anything like this, anything at all, then you want it ten thousand times more now. When he thrusts his tongue into you again, you suck at it shyly, and something like a growl vibrates in his chest. He pulls you even closer, grinding his mouth over yours, tongue probing deeper with each thrust, drawing little moans from you.

When he finally wrenches his mouth from yours, you’re both panting. You gaze at him, chest heaving.

Seungyoun looks ravenous with want. Eyes dark, locked in on you, like the rest of the world doesn’t exist. His lips are swollen from going to work on you.

“So can I try that sometime?” He asks, hoarse.

You want him to try it now. Something. Anything. You’re aching, dazed half-stupid by the kiss and what it implied. To your mortification, only a whimper leaves your throat when you try to respond.

He seems to understand, because his hands go to your hips and yank you closer, knee nudging between yours, giving you the pressure of his leg against where you ache. You sob in relief, and he swallows the sound, crushing his mouth over yours and kissing you like he won’t get the chance again.

You kiss him back desperately, moaning into his mouth when his hand tightens on your hip and drags you hard along his thigh. After so long with nothing, the sensation is exquisite. You copy the movement without assistance, and you feel the rock-solid evidence that he’s affected too against your hip.

His tongue dragging against yours reminds you why you’re this worked up in the first place.

“Please, Seungyoun, just—” you whimper against his lips. “Your mouth, I…please—”

Seungyoun immediately rolls you onto your back, kissing an urgent path down your body, his mouth hot on you even through the fabric of your shirt.

His fingers curl in the waistband of your sweatpants, backs of his knuckles brushing against your skin. He looks up at you.

“Sure?” He asks.

You nod vigorously, panting.

A couple of rushed yanks, and your sweatpants are at your ankles. You kick them off as Seungyoun braces his hands on your knees, fingers inching towards your inner thighs. He looks at you questioningly.

“Still good?”

You squirm, impatient. “Yes, just—”

He parts your legs, guiding you to rest a knee over his shoulder. He turns his head and presses a kiss just above your knee, sending a bolt like white-hot electricity over your skin.

He trails searing kisses up your thigh while his hand coasts up the other, making your hips jolt when the tip of his thumb grazes over the seat of your underwear. You whine when he draws the pad of his thumb up and down, a firm pressure on the dampening fabric.

He looks up at you, the hot drift of his mouth on your leg intoxicating as he plays with you. He pinches some of the fabric between his thumb and forefinger, pulling lightly.

“Off?”

You groan, wriggling your hips. “I swear, stop asking and just do it, or—”

You squeak and jerk in surprise when Seungyoun bites at your inner thigh, a little flash of pleasurable pain.

“Don’t be a brat,” he murmurs against your skin.

You swallow hard, muscles suddenly weak as jelly. “…Fine. Yes, off.”

He eases your leg from his shoulder and sits up to remove your underwear. A sudden wave of nerves hits you unbidden as the fabric slips down over your knees. You’ve never been exposed like this to anyone before. Your legs snap shut of their own accord, tucking your knees closer to you as you purse your lips, feeling timid and ashamed.

Seungyoun immediately senses the shift. “Do we need to stop?”

Panic that this could be where it ends bubbles up in you. You immediately shake your head. “No. No, I-I just…”

You wet your lips. “I’m the only one taking clothes off.”

Understanding dawns in his face, and then he gives you a Look.

“Is this your way of asking to see my tattoos?”

You blink at him innocently, shaking your head. “It’s not.”

He raises an eyebrow.

You nibble your lip. “It’s…mostly not.”

He grins, grabbing the scruff of his shirt and yanking it over his head.

You’ll never understand how you attracted someone as gorgeous as him. You bite your lip harder, admiring the contours of his muscles, the contrast of ink on his skin. The barrel of the gun tattoo disappearing into his waistband sends an acute wave of lust through you. A noise embarrassingly like a purr hums in the back of your throat before you can stop it.

He dips back down and kisses low on your stomach where your shirt has ridden up. You can feel the smile he’s hiding against your skin.

“Don’t make fun of me,” you groan.

“I’m not,” he mumbles into your skin, the scrape of his teeth dragging gently at your hip. “You’re just cute.”

You grumble a little as Seungyoun slowly eases your legs back open, kissing along your thigh.

“So fucking cute,” he whispers when you shiver at the sensation.

Your mouth is dry, every nerve in your body aching for more of his touch.

“Please,” you whisper.

There’s a burning hunger in Seungyoun’s eyes when he looks at you, lips dragging softly up your leg.

“Want my mouth on you, love?”

You whine, nodding.

His eyes are dark, glittering. “Show me where.”

“You know where,” you groan, exasperation mixing with your desperation.

A little smile crooks in the corner of his mouth. “Show me anyway?”

You scowl at him, but he merely grins and shrugs, continuing to press soft kisses into your inner thigh.

Oh, help, you’re really doing this. You take a slow, shaky breath, shutting your eyes, and move your hand between your legs. Embarrassment prickles over your skin as you part yourself with a couple of fingers.

A deep groan punches out of Seungyoun’s throat, vibrating against the crook between your leg and body. “Perfect, baby.”

And then he mouths over you slowly, a hand hooking beneath your knee, keeping you spread open. Your head drops back, mouth open in a silent moan, panting hard as he presses kisses into your aching skin.

Your hand falls away as his mouth slides up, soft and hot, to the cusp of your sex. “Oh.”

A noise rumbles in his chest, and the vibrations against your clit make you squeak. Your fingers sink into his hair, clutching desperately, as the flat of his tongue catches just beneath the throbbing spot.

Oh, my. His mouth on your mouth could never have prepared you for this. Nothing could have. Your whole body feels feverish, set aflame as his tongue drags in curious, erotic patterns over you. You look down at him in time to see his eyes rolling shut as he licks over you, his hips rocking hard into the mattress. Your stomach tightens in pleasure, the sight of him enjoying this so much affecting you. That ever-more-familiar ache grows, stoked higher and higher under the melting heat of his mouth.

His mouth slides down, tongue searching wetly, and finds the entrance into your body. You gasp out as he nuzzles into you, the velvet stroke of his tongue sinking inside.

“Oh,” you sob, fingers fisting in his hair. “Oh, please, that’s so—”

You cut off with a cry as the tip of his nose nudges against the underside of your clit. So many blissful sensations, all at once, and you feel that tension building towards a height you’ve never experienced before.

Helpless to stop, your hips rock you against his mouth. He coaxes your leg over his shoulder and slides his arm over your hips, brief glimpse of the frowning and smiling face tattoos on his wrist before he pins you back down. You whimper, pitch rising higher and higher as he continues tongue-fucking you like it’s all he’s ever wanted, his hips grinding hard in tandem with the rhythm of his mouth.

He’s moaning into you like he can’t help himself, and you squeal as his mouth slides back up and covers your clit, sucking. You feel your limbs trembling, fingers tightening in his hair, hear yourself babbling as the pleasure gathers to a pinpoint.

“Please don’t stop, don’t stop, so close, please don’t stop Seungyoun, pleasepleaseplease—”

Seungyoun groans, sucks a little harder, tongue twisting perfectly, and your vision goes white. Unfathomable euphoria bursts through you as the tension breaks in hard, pulsing waves, and you let them carry you.  You feel your hips undulating in helpless shudders against his hold, hear yourself gasping breathless moans, before you collapse back into the mattress, boneless. Seungyoun’s mouth eases you from ecstasy to relaxation, hand easing from beneath your knee and rubbing your leg soothingly.

When you look down at him, he’s gazing up at you like you’re a miracle, lips swollen and glistening in you. A corner of your mouth pulls into a weary, fond smile. You stroke your fingers through his hair gently, combing out the mess you made of it.

He moves back up and gathers you to him, mouth covering yours softly. The tang of you is odd and unfamiliar to taste in his mouth, but you love how sincerely he kisses it into you.

“That,” he mumbles against your mouth, “might be the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.”

You lean back and burst into giggles. “To you?”

He nods, looking entirely like he means it, and you snort.

“I’ve never come like that before,” he says, the admission tingeing his ears pink.

You blink, eyes blowing wide in surprise. “I—you…?”

His whole face is on fire now. He buries his face against your shoulder, whining, “you were so cute, you sounded so hot, how was I supposed to help it?”

“Oh my god.” You can’t stop smiling, shocked. Well. There go your plans to ask about returning the favor. “…Simp.”

“Hey,” he laughs, and you chuckle.

He leans back, examining you more closely. “That was okay? No crossed lines or anything?”

You shake your head quickly. “No, no, that was….well, great.”

“Nothing bothered you? Need something else next time?”

“Oh my god,” you mutter, smiling in utter disbelief. “Next time.”

He raises an eyebrow, corner of his mouth curling. “Next time can be whenever you want. For example…”

“Wha—I—Seungyoun,” you gasp, bursting into surprised laughter as he dips his head and begins kissing down your body again.

You can feel the curve of his grin through your shirt, pressed right over your heart.

#woodz smut #seungyoun smut #cho seungyoun smut #woodz x reader #seungyoun x reader #cho seungyoun x reader #woodz fanfic #seungyoun fanfic #cho seungyoun fanfic #seungyoun #cho seungyoun #woodz #admin ellie #ellie writes #ellie's spice #listen...listen #the insane I am over this man…. #unparalleled #positively enamored. obsessed. infatuated

[the-obnoxious-sibling]

i know the easiest way to resolve my two wolves dilemma about the near miss notfic is for buggy to be the one in disguise, okay? i know. i just haven’t been able to figure out why he’s in disg—okay, no, i’ve got it now.

(another self-indulgent “shanks/buggy post-roguetown, pre-luffy” encounter below the cut)

buggy, lately called “the clown,” is not usually a pirate given to subtlety or discretion. he wants word of his wicked deeds to spread far and wide! if people are afraid of him, they’ll give in faster, so he won’t have to work as hard to get what he wants!

but usually, there aren’t rumors of monkey d. garp in the area.

buggy’ll thumb his nose at most any marine, but garp is an exception. that guy has a monstrous strength on his old captain’s level, plus he’s equally famous for his incorruptibility and his bullheadedness. all in all somebody buggy absolutely does not want to deal with.

and sure, his bounty as it is probably doesn’t warrant a vice-admiral’s involvement, but garp’s been around a long time. he might recognize buggy as “one of roger’s brats.” and while they never had bounties of their own back then, surely the marine still want their heads. they went after tom, for fuck’s sake, there’s no way buggy is safe.

so until he hears from a reliable source that garp has left this particular corner of east blue behind, buggy is not leaving the sanctuary of his ship without a thorough disguise.

he’s gone without his distinctive makeup, of course. his hair he’s tied up and tucked away under an old knit cap, which he’s sewn an ink-black wig to the lining of to better conceal his identity. he even rubbed a bit of ink into his eyebrows to be doubly sure. and, last but hardly least, he’s chop-chopped his nose off, sticking an ordinary-looking prosthetic in its place with spirit gum that will be very annoying to remove later—but better a little adhesive rash than prison.

looking in his mirror at a stranger, buggy sighs, clapping his hands together. “right!” his ship needs a resupply, and buggy sailed his favorite little skiff here to take care of it so he doesn’t have to explain this disguise to his crew. “rope, sailcloth, gunpowder, food,” he mutters as he heads out. just a few essentials for any sailing vessel, nothing obviously piratical about it. a perfectly safe supply run.

a squad of marines go thumping past, and buggy can’t hold back a flinch at the sight.

he breaths in deep. this will be fine. all he has to do is not draw attention to himself, and…

“hey, you!”

buggy freezes, and fights the urge to turn around. freezing is bad enough, that would make him look super guilty. and anyway, with a call like that how could anyone possibly know who the marines are after?

“you in the hat!”

ah, fuck. buggy can’t lose the hat, that’s half his disguise gone right there. he glances back, curses under his breath when it sure looks like that squad of marines is coming for him, and makes a break for it.

“this is navy business!”

“stop!”

“like hell,” buggy mutters, rounding a corner into an alleyway. he blinks when he hears his own words doubled, and realizes there’s been someone else running from the marines the whole time. ah, shit, was he even their target after all? has he been running for his life for no reason? he turns to give the guy what for and just about chokes on his tongue, because—

well, because it’s shanks.

same stupid, distinctive hair, same stupid, distinctive hat. a cape, which is more style than buggy would have expected shanks to develop, but which is also stupid and distinctive. a pretty nasty scar over one eye. buggy takes his first reaction to that—i wouldn’t have let that happen!—and violently shoves it down into the bottom of his soul, where stupid thoughts go to die. what-ifs don’t matter, what matters is this entire guy is stupid and distinctive.

shanks gives him one of those soft-hearted, empathetic looks buggy always hated. “ah, sorry, i think i got you tangled up in my business.”

…he doesn’t recognize buggy.

good! this is good, this is—salvageable, anyway! buggy clears his throat, tries to throw his voice a little higher, speak a little more politely. anything to avoid that soft look becoming one of recognition, or that awful heartbroken look from all those years ago. “that’s okay! anything to inconvenience the marines.”

as the rhythmic sound of boots thumping gets closer, an idea occurs to buggy. “speaking of…” he grabs hold of shanks’ cape, pausing only when shanks puts a hand on his wrist and gives him a wary look. right, shanks doesn’t know him from adam like this. “sometimes it’s better to fight smarter, not harder.”

shanks considers him for a moment. he lets go of buggy’s wrist.

permission granted, buggy moves quickly. goodbye, stupid hat! flip the cape around, the lining’s a different color so that will do nicely. adjust the closure so the fabric that’s supposed to be the top hem instead functions as a hood, all the better to hide that hair and scar… sure, it probably won’t hold up to a close inspection, but who needs it to? low-level marines are idiots.

buggy leans back against the alley wall and spreads his legs wide to make himself shorter and easier to hide. when shanks doesn’t seem to get the memo, buggy rolls his eyes and tugs him closer, until shanks is standing almost too close for propriety, his cape hiding both of them from view.

hands pressed to the wall above buggy’s shoulders, shanks stares at him intently, an eyebrow going up as they hear the marines run past without giving their hiding spot so much as a first glance, let alone a second. “impressive,” he says.

buggy snorts. “naturally.”

something about this response amuses shanks, who smiles, drops one hand on buggy’s shoulder, and squeezes. “thanks for the save, gorgeous.”

buggy’s mind goes blank.

well, mostly. “gorgeous?!”

shanks frowns, though his eyes are still smiling. “don’t tell me nobody’s ever called you ‘gorgeous’ before.” buggy doesn’t react—has no idea what shanks is doing—as that hand slides up his shoulder, his neck, to cup his cheek. shanks leans just that little bit closer, taking the lack of space between them from the appearance of improper to actually improper. buggy still has no idea what shanks is doing until his thumb starts to rub small circles near the corner of buggy’s eye. “that’s just not possible. i mean, your eyes alone are stunning…”

he knows that move. shanks told him about that move, about the barmaid who’d used it on him the first time, using a compliment about shanks’ eyes as an excuse to touch his face, right before she—

it’s a very sweet kiss. probably the kind of kiss buggy would have expected of shanks, if he’d ever let himself think of things like “shanks” and “kissing” at the same time before. (face hot, it occurs to him that maybe the way he’d always violently shut down such thoughts might mean something. he violently shuts down this line of thinking.) shanks pulls back after a brief moment, a curious look in his eye that buggy takes to mean ‘more?’

whatever look happens to be on buggy’s face must say ‘no’ for him—though probably not in as insistent a tone as he’d like, his mind is still pretty fuzzy—because shanks steps back, casually giving buggy space. like of course after… that… all he wants is to fix his cape and retrieve his hat.

“wh…?” is all buggy can manage.

an eyebrow goes up, and shanks smiles a little smugly as he slides that stupid hat back into place. “like i said. thanks for the save.” and with that, he’s gone.

buggy’s knees give out.

he spends ten minutes sitting in that alleyway, definitely not remembering anything that just happened in particular detail, or wishing he’d answered an unspoken question in a different way. eventually he remembers that he has duties to attend to, and he’d better attend to them soon if he want to get off this island today.

which he does.

he certainly doesn’t have any reason to want to stick around here.

no sir.

“rope, sailcloth… limes?” suddenly buggy can’t remember the last thing on his list. well, it can’t be that important if it was the last one, right? right. surely they can go without… whatever… until after garp’s gotten tired of this part of east blue.

because buggy is never going out in disguise ever again.

#notfic #one piece #shuggy #shanks #buggy #*buries my head in the sand* #this ship’s got me writing so much about kissing… i hardly recognize myself anymore… #the near miss fics

[archiveikemen]

Ikemen Villains Love Letter Replies: Part 2

– Roger, Victor, William

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Roger Barel

Q. Which member of Crown are you the closest to?

I'm not much of a people person.

So it's hard to say for sure who I'm closest to... but if I have to, I'd say Jude and Elis.

Perhaps it's much easier for me to communicate with them, because I've known the two from ever since before they joined Crown.

Did I sell their information to Victor, that's why they joined Crown?

Haha, no way.

How could I betray my best friends like that, right...?

Q. What kind of alcohol and snacks have you been crazy about?

I'm a very devoted guy.

Regardless of what I drink, I'll always be drinking beer in the end.

I often have cold beef with my alcohol.

It's a kind of steamed meat that's cut into thin slices and chilled.

It's salty and goes well with beer.

I really like green peas too.

Talking to you is making me want a drink.

Shall we go for a drink together?

Q. Besides alcohol, are there any other ways to cope with stress?

Stress, huh.

Jude often tells me that I've got nerves of steel, so I guess that means I'm rather strong hearted.

Therefore, I don't get stressed...

I enjoy being physically active, so I often do boxing.

I sweat it out, have some good beer, and get my work done. That's it.

Life is good when you keep it simple, so don't worry too much, yeah?

Victor

Q. Your hair is gorgeous. Do you do any hair care?

Thanks for complimenting my trademark!

I can't be of much help with hair care because I don't do anything special with my hair, sorry about that.

The only thing I do is keeping it clean, I guess?

I'm a person with a very bright personality, so my hair must've been affected by my positive energy, thus I have such voluminous black hair.

Q. What is your favourite beverage to have with scones?

Haha!

So you're a huge fan of my special scones with loads of butter too?

If I were to have a beverage to go with my scones that are said to be a forbidden late night snack... how about a cup of tea with some honey?

Having a sweet drink with a sweet snack, how evil!

Ah, I like it best when paired with my favourite red wine.

Q. Are there any people in your life who you think need to be fixed?

A very good question. That would be all the members of Crown. I want to fix the part of them that's too cool and adorable...! Ellis was taking a nap the other day, and he looked so precious! I wanted to do a sketch of him right then and there, but I was stopped by Harrison. And also, I managed to catch up with William after such a long time.

William Rex

Q. Please share the reason why you started playing the piano, and whether there are other musical instruments you can play.

There was a time when I wasn't allowed to leave my mansion's grounds, and there happened to be a piano in the mansion.

There was a limit to how much I could learn to play on my own, thus I occasionally invited guest teachers over to teach me.

Other musical instruments I can play are the violin and cello...

I'm good enough at playing them, such that entertaining any self-indulgent requests from my dear lover would not be a problem.

Q. Do you have any preferences when it comes to choosing wine and tea? Also, I would like to know why you love strawberries.

Fufu, you have quite a few questions.

I choose my wine according to my meal, but... come to think of it, Victor mostly buys red wine.

I bet you'll look amazing drinking that.

I like my tea straight (black) and not too heavy.

As for why I like strawberries... I think it's because strawberries were the very first fruit I stole from the kitchen.

Q. If Crown were a family, what roles would each of the members have?

Victor would play the role of both the mother and father...

Harrison is good at getting others to dote on him, so he can't be the oldest.

Liam is attentive to other people's concerns, so he can be the middle child.

Ellis and Jude would be... the youngest brother and his boss from work. That's not family? It's fine, that man (Jude) would gladly accept this arrangement.

El and Al would be a pair of twins, and Roger is best suited for the role as the oldest brother.

As for myself... I would be the cousin who swings by for unexpected visits.

#ikemen villains #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #cybird otome #otome #ikevil misc #roger barel #victor #william rex #niki translates

[celiciaa]

❥   【  𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐱​.  】 Gilbert & OC.

note: this is my very first time to post a fanfic. english is not my first language and this is for my self indulgent, so please go easy on me! 🤲

" I want you to underestimate me, little bunny. that’ll be fun. " the man who was sitting across her smiled eerily as Céline’s unwavering gaze burned into his ….

Ah..

Aristocrats, merchants, royals, assassins, politicians, and so on. What did most of them get good at? pretending, keeping a low profile, and lying like they breathed (naturally). Even the fact Gilbert despises liars — it fits him, it fits someone like him perfectly. The way they have to hide away the truth of their dangerousness, but Céline isn’t a fool either. Her loss as the rebellious, fallen noblewoman was a lesson learned, and underestimating anyone would simply cost her life, not even her plan. However, she still had things to do instead of just dying at his hands. Stubbornly, she would continue to push forward and not back down and let her life slip away. It’s already limited, it’s already shorter than anyone’s, it’s already ticking away with each second and it’s all because of him. Céline’s presence cannot be discarded, but she isn’t here as the “violet princess” or as "the lightning empress". Does he recognize her? Does he even know who she is? She learned from Sariel and the other princes who he was, but what did he know about her? It was fun to guess and play around, not letting another step be taken on the wrong path. Thus, she remains the ever-vigilant and charismatic Belle and Sariel’s assistant (and perhaps a dainty little bunny) of the court. Hah, more like the servants or whoever is working here put her in this uncomfortable position. Maybe they were traitors and she needed to keep them on a tighter leash.

" Why should I? People like you and I are the ones one cannot underestimate no matter how innocent of a sheep you might look, but, ah...are you not the black tiger? "

The woman chuckles once she replies as she leans back against the back of the couch with her legs crossed on each other. Watching the man’s usual cheery smile completely vanished for a split second before it flashed back.

" Clever as ever. I like that about you. " Gilbert chuckled as well, sipping another glass of red liquor in his hand. The air grew heavy — but neither of them seemed to care, the woman continued to maintain her eye contact with him, allowing the atmosphere to dance around them. With her amethyst eyes shined like lightning and thunder and her well-made dress that matches her style, the so called little rabbit smiled as she continues, professionalism standing upfront.

" Flattery will get you nowhere, if you’re merely here as our guest with very good intentions, then you wouldn’t even bat an eye at me in the first place. That’s why you cannot be underestimated at any cost. You are here to confirm my identity, are you not? Even if it means breaking a few spines in our country. "

Meaningfully, she looks at him and smirks without any hint of showing what she is feeling. This was a game she could play as any other. The woman who felt death’s kiss and remained alive. Death no longer scared her, no limitations were forcing her to remain a human, and to look back, life now was just how many more things she could turn more chaotic so it would surely flip upside down. Obsidian is a unique, terrifying country. They are a threat for a very obvious reason. She’d be a fucking dumbass to underestimate him at any point. Even if he didn’t know who she was or even if he knew who she was. No matter what, underestimating him would cost her life and perhaps a few heads. A sacrifice she isn’t willing to make on her side, but the one who forced her here? Oh, he could lose those few heads for her being a coward. After all, who was sitting before her if not one of the most poisonous tigers in the entire continent just like Chevalier? This vibe, this attitude, this strength of his red eye, this posture. Everything about his way of how well he held himself and who is she to deny seeing such obvious showcases of pure strength and power? Authority was seeping through his princely cracks, the smile was that one crack that let the blood drip through. Metaphorically, of course.

"Let’s not start causing a ruckus in this room, yeah? Prince Gilbert, " once again, she uses that combination of words. It’s all intentional, it’s all spoken in a laid-back, yet — teasing manner. " I am no fool to underestimate someone who can and will stab me in the back. You’ve got that look in you. So, let’s stop beating around the bush and speak about what you’re really here for? "

Her smile doesn’t disappear. Does she mean business or something else? It’s all to be decided later on.

Gilbert, on the other hand, settled the glass down and stood up from his seat — now gracefully sliding down next to her, too close to her. The black tiger leans in dangerously to her, his jet-black hair tickling her face. Once again, Céline remained as she is.

" You sure talk a lot.. " he murmured venomously into her ear, his single gloved hand slowly brushing her hair away, exposing her skin — then, his lips moved from her ear to her neck.

" I just want to be your friend, that’s all. "

#my ocs ♡ #ikemen prince #ikepri #ikemen oc #ikepri oc #gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #ikemen series #cybird #otome game

[semiweirdshipper]

Silly facts about one of my archive stories 'Reverse The Dancing Knights'.

Hello loves. I hope it's alright if I post this?

Ah, Reverse The Dancing Knights. Possibly the most cruel, angsty, complicated story I've ever written, but man do I love it. Right now it is my favorite story that I'm writing just because of all the unique twists and the sheer difficulty of it. I do believe that it's the most complex story that I've ever made, and it's just... So bizarre. And, for fun, I just wanted to share some silly facts about it.

- To begin, I wanted to share how the idea was inspired, and that was by Jason Voorhees in my story 'Battle of The Imaginary Minds'. I was in the middle of updating a chapter to that story when Jason's vulnerability hit me all of the sudden and made me question, "What if the killers were the ones who needed support instead of the reader?" And so an incredibly violent idea developed inside my head and I wrote it as fast as I could. Thanks Jason!

- Now, onto the story itself. When Bubba was new to the Entity's realm/game was when the survivors kidnapped the killers and began locking them in the Fun House.

- Some of the earlier killers have been traumatized for up to three years.

- The open relationship between the killers began before and during the Fun House. Their emotional turmoil put them at a disadvantage thus making it easier for the survivors to kidnap them.

- Herman's reason for self-mutilating himself stems much deeper than just guilt and regret.

- Frank and Jeffrey have an intimate connection. Hence the reason why Danny calls him 'Clown Bitch'.

- Danny had it the easiest out of any of the killers. Many viewers seem to enjoy Danny's characterization in that story, but I'm not entirely certain that's a good thing, but I could be messing with ya. Who knows ;) In my stories, Danny is always unpredictable, isn't he?

- Jeffrey is the most traumatized killer. (All of my favorite killers are the ones who suffered the most. I'm evil).

- One of the future moments with Caleb will be one of the most emotional moments in the entire story.

- Remember the Blind Voting? Yeah, I already made my vote a long time ago. (The perks of having multiple archive accounts).

- The random 'falling leaves' in the story are a part of major foreshadowing. Keep an eye out for that and pay close attention.

- There are so many twists to this story that it's insane. I've literally written almost over thirty pages of notes for this story because it's so complex.

- Pyramid Head, Pinhead and Caleb are the only ones who know. What do they know? You'll find out eventually.

- The reader in Knights is probably my least traumatized reader, and ultimately the physically strongest. They're also very sexually skilled, and can fight. (They have to be strong. They're the supporter).

- The ending to this story will be one of the most emotional endings that I've ever written. I can't tell you how excited I am to write it. Like, I wish I could finish this story in one night.

- Every single killer that comes after Carmina/The Artist is essential- like, unbelievably important- to the storyline.

- The harem consists of seventeen killers plus the reader.... That's a lot of drama for me to write.

- I said it once and I'll say it again: Sadako, The Dredge, Wesker, Tarhos, Adriana, and whatever new killers are brought to dbd are extremely important.

And that's all I'm gonna share for right now. My apologies for the rambling. I'm just so excited and I love the story so much. If you happen to not know what the fudge I'm talking about, it's this story right here https://archiveofourown.org/works/35205661/chapters/87724681.

Thank you for indulging my babbling. I hope you all are doing well and have a nice day.

#dead by daylight #fanfiction #slashers #reader insert #herman carter x reader #evan macmillan x reader #bubba sawyer x reader #frank morrison x reader #jeffrey hawk x reader #albert wesker #danny johnson x reader #Story facts #Just silly stuff #personal post

[mythica0]

A Blast

🎂:ROTTMNT

🧁:Leo

🍫:Donnie

Summary: Leo gets a lee mood, but refuses to let himself indulge, and is grumpy as a result. Donnie figures out a way to help his twin.

A/N: a little self-indulgent something-something to get me back in the flow of writing! This takes place post-movie so some spoiler warning!

TW:Swearing, minor angst and self-depricaty thoughts.

A Blast

Leo was in a lee mood.

Something completely normal for him, and yet he was actively hating himself for it.

‘Ugh, I wanna be tickled so bad!’ His thoughts echoed, quickly followed by a stern,

‘No, Leo, it’s silly stuff like this that got your family hurt.’

Usually, these moods of his would make him giggly and a tad bit obnoxious. However, he was suppressing those behaviors. He would not let himself be immature. Not when it caused so much damage.

He bottled up everything he was feeling towards said lee mood. Which resulted in a very grumpy Leo.

Whenever someone asked about it(usually Mikey), he would brush them off, tell them he was fine and move on with life.

Donnie wasn’t having any of it.

He noticed how Leo had brushed off Mikey’s concern several times now, even though all of them knew something was up.

Donnie was going to get to the bottom of this situation.

That evening, the soft shell went up to his twin.

“Nardo?” He raised his eyebrow in question.

“Uh… yeah?”

“What’s up with you? And don’t you dare say nothing because we both know thats a lie.”

Leo tried to object before Donnie cut him off.

“Ah-ah! I know what you’re about to say, and just because I can’t lie dosent mean I don’t know when someone else is lying.”

Leo saw his dead-pan expression and decided ‘I guess I just won’t talk then. Cause I am not touching that with a ten-foot pole.’

Donnie waited and stared at his brother for a moment, quickly realizing the slider wasn’t going to talk.

“Fine then,” he started, a dangerous look and tone. “I will make you talk.”

The smart one then tackled Leo to the ground, quickly starting his attack.

Donnie nearly got whiplash from how quickly Leo’s demeanor changed from ‘grumpy and stubborn’ to nearly elated.

He was even more shocked when, despite how happy his twin looked, he still protested profusely.

Leo, on the other hand, was conflicted.

He shouldn’t be letting himself have this, it’s immature, it could cause problems. He could cause problems.

But he also was finally being tickled! And it was fun. ‘Why is it so much fun?’

Donnie could see the conflicted thoughts running through Leo’s head. He didn’t know exactly why his twin was conflicted, but he could see it all over the sliders face.

Donnie slowed to a halt, hoping to get Leo to talk about his feelings like a normal person.

As Donnie stopped, Leo accidentally let a small noise of disappointment escape him.

Donnie lifted an eyebrow at the noise. “What was that?”

“Uhuh… would yohou believe mehe if I sahaid nothing?”

“Absolutely not.”

Leo just smiled nervously and didn’t respond.

Donnie sat in silence for a moment, putting two and two together in his head.

“You…You didn’t want me to stop, did you? This is what was making you grumpy. Because you were suppressing a lee mood.”

Leo looked anywhere that wasn’t his twin .

“Well, well, well. Looks like someone is literally asking for round two. In his head at least.”

Donnie just smirked at Leo’s nervous yet giddy anticipation. “Lucky for you, I’m willing to comply.”

Then the soft shell waisted no time starting right back up again, scribbling behind Leo’s knees.

Leo instantly started laughing. He was so happy to be in this position. He was still a little conflicted, but his pure joy at finally getting what he wanted set that off to the back burner.

Donnie idly wondered why Leo felt the need to suppress it in the first place as he continued. That was a discussion for later though. For now, he was just gonna let his twin brother laugh and not hide behind a mask.

When the purple-lover started squeezing Leo’s thighs, the slider quickly fell into gleeful cackles.

It was unbearably fun, debilitating in the best possible way. His thoughts melted into the backround and he just finally let himself go.

He let himself have fun and be immature, probably for the first time since the invasion.

Eventually, Leo couldn’t breathe properly anymore and tapped Donnie to let him know he was done.

Donnie got the slider a glass of water as he recovered.

“Soooo~, did you have fun?” The soft shell smirked.

Leo just sighed out a giggle and nodded, letting himself be honest about it.

“A complete and utter blast.”

———THE END————————————————

#parrotwrites #sfw tickling community #rottmnt tickle #lee!leo #ler!donnie

[corvidcrows]

First post in years. Guess this Tumblr isn't empty anymore. Just doing some drabbles for friends.

Something different I decided to write because sfw lol but ALSO something self-indulgent because it features my own Narrator.

I was thinking really hard about @indigo-art 's Arthur and his crisis of personhood and couldn't let him go without a headpat.

So this is more like a character study of Arthur than anything else. Existentialism at its finest!

~~~~~

He's met many a Narrator in an ever increasing multiverse. The space that he resides in seemed to fold into itself even more, giving way to new occupants that fell into the void. Most of these beings were either Stanleys or Narrators, and the latter seem to come in more colorful varieties than the former. Arthur himself tends to stick company to a few Narrators he knows more intimately, but this time he was forced to interact with a new one who seemed to have moved right across the hall next to him.

He's part of a committee of Narrators now, as for some godforsaken reason he was well-liked enough to be voted into a role to greet newcomers. He had no prior experience greeting people, but most have insisted on him filling the job.

He... Doesn't hate it, but doesn't love it either. It allowed him to meet interesting new personalities that became his friends, but most Narrators were insufferable pricks that he would like nothing more than to strangle. He wonders if this one would be the former or the latter.

They say that the person you hate the most is the person who resembled you the best.

He doesn't have a chance to change his mind after knocking, because it opens immediately. This Narrator looked somewhat humanoid from the waist up, but the waist down was a different story. He possessed a ghostly yellow tail that tapered into an arrowhead point and wound itself into knots. It made Arthur dizzy just looking at it, so he averts his gaze and determinedly stares at the Narrator's human upper half.

“To whom do I owe the pleasure?” the Narrator asks politely, as if Arthur had not just stared at his tail flattening and circling around the apartment in a lazy run.

“Name's Arthur. Arthur Gold. You're going to be seeing a lot of me, considering I live around here,” he says, extending his hand. The other Narrator stares in confusion for a moment, and chuckles.

“Ah, names. Names are important here, considering the sheer number of alternates we have. I suppose this would be more of a point of contention for the Stanleys, who do possess a name, rather than us Narrators, am I correct?” the other man says as he tilts his head.

Oh God, this Narrator is one of the rambly ones. He's going to be kept at the door, is he?

“You may call me... Luke. Just Luke, mind you, I'm not very creative,” he says. “And I ask you another question: why are you here, Mr. Gold?”

“I'm here to welcome you to the Parables Flats. I just stopped by to let you know that you can approach anyone in the committee at any time. We have a few ground rules that we need to discuss–”

“You don't seem very enthusiastic to be here. Was this a paid position? Perhaps a voted one?” Luke wonders out loud, making Arthur do a double take. It's not every day that someone can see through to his facade, but Luke had sussed him out in seconds.

He falters, but carries on. “Can you let me in so I can talk to you about the rules?”

“Rules? Ah yes! Of course! Rules are important, you know. The world would fall prey to doom and destruction without the quiet machinations of rules. Did not the parable have rules that the player must follow?”

God, what a weirdo. Arthur's brow furrows as the man rambles on about rules as he walks– *floats* into the flat, leaving Arthur to trail after him. He thinks to himself to make it quick– until the man asks him a simple question.

“Tea or coffee?”

“I'm feeling coffee right about now.”

Luke's green eyes flash and the coffee machine whirrs to life in the kitchen. He flicks his wrist, and the lights flicker on. When he passes by the stereo, it crackles to life and plays blues music.

Arthur tries not to be too impressed. He has displayed much more powerful abilities himself, and he's gone toe to toe with literal gods and other beings.

Arthur sits down on the couch and begins his spiel, the one he gives to every Narrator who moves into the Flats. He starts enumerating each rule until he realizes that a certain someone is looking at him very strangely.

He trails off self-consciously, then glares at the other man for his impertinence.

“May I help you?” he finally says, sighing in annoyance.

“I– my apologies. I was taken aback by your lines of code. It's very... complex and systematic, quite a sight to see. Elegant. You're a sophisticated one, are you?”

That earned quite a stare from Arthur, who was at a loss for things to say. Where does he even begin: *How the hell did you know what I was, Who are you to be able to read my code at first glance,* and *Did you just call my programming pretty?*

“Ah. You must be terribly confused, are you? I'm a technopath, or more specifically, a technogeist. A spirit that affects electronics and technology. I think I was made this way for my Parable, made it easier to activate controls and possess electronics and such,” Luke explains as he hovers closer to Arthur, who instinctively flinched. Possess? This man was not just bordering on creepy anymore, but disturbing.

“I've never seen something– someone like you. You're a real, living person,something that evolves, not an amalgamation of static code made to replicate human response. Do you ever look at yourself and marvel at your own existence?”

Arthur's throat felt completely dry. *No,* he wanted to say, quite the opposite.

“Do you ever look at yourself and wonder how much of what you actually experience is real? How much of yourself is mirroring and how much is your own true response? Or how much of what you perceive is your own true nature?” Arthur's eyes were blank, unseeing, as he said these words. It's not new to him, these feelings. But he rarely gets to share them. Perhaps it's easier with strangers. “That's what it's like.”

Luke nods, almost as though he had empathized with Arthur, though he could not have known exactly what he was going through.

“I see. But are not humans like that as well?” Luke questions softly, and Arthur scoffs. “An existential crisis is hardly contained to inorganic beings like us.”

“No shit. But at least they don't have to deal with the perils of learning that they're artificial. That they're *created.* I'm just made to be a copy of the human condition.”

Silence. Luke sighs, goes into the kitchen to retrieve the cup of coffee, and presents it to Arthur. He then opts to coil his tail on the armchair across the other man.

“You spend so much of your time thinking about whether you live to mimic humanity that you forget to live as yourself in the first place,” Luke says gently. “You are not human, never will be. But you are Arthur Gold, someone who stands before me now, living grandly and passionately amongst Narrators, who forged a path for himself and chose life bravely. What are humans, whose genome is their biological coding yet they are so much more than what it dictates? Do not belittle yourself or what you are, Arthur. You are so much more than that, but what you are is not something to be ashamed of.”

Arthur would be loathe to admit this, but he is in near tears right now. Might just be from Luke's words, or might just be the heat of the coffee wafting into his face as he drinks.

Silence. Then Luke uncoils his tail and sits a little more casually on the armchair, letting his lower half droop languidly. It's as if nothing had happened.

“So. What were those rules you speak of?”

#I'm not tagging this. #let this melt into the void.

[hyewka]

There really has been no dom beomgyu smuts lately as a switch myself I’m a little sad haha but I also find it really funny but I don’t think there’s a lot of sub beomgyu smuts just because people think beomgyu is submissive because honestly I just think the whole of txt are switches and I think dynamics also really depend on what kind of partner you have as well so I wouldn’t say someone is dominant or someone is submissive. I think reading femdom smuts is just a lot more fun to read and probably to write because I feel like normal ones can get quite repetitive and it feels more exhilarating and powerful even if you aren’t actually a dom irl it’s nice to see women being more dominant with men because in real a lot of guys have quite a fragile masculinity with it. Also txt tumblr is quite small compared to other kpop writing communities I’ve seen, there isn’t actually that many consistent blogs on here and so actual smuts on any txt members have actually been quite sparse. I’d say sub beomgyu became a thing because of the blueprint blogs that kickstarted it such as wildernessuntothemselves I had never really seen submissive beomgyu until they came around and other blogs such as you and fairyofshampgyu inspired others to write sub beomgyu because those blogs were the only really ones consistent and kickstarting this. Haha I don’t know why this is so long but hopefully it is somewhat coherent!

Definitely agree with the femdom writing being fun-- like, you don't need to be a dom in real life to enjoy writing it and that is the case for me 😅 This is a little bit of a contradiction to your earlier statement but I genuinely do not believe I have one percentage of dominant energy, completely submissive over the years with my relationships (but I'm starting to doubt it just a little bit after getting into femdom content so....idk 😂). Yes, yes about the women being more powerful kind of serving as an exhilarating experience even when just writing it-- is it a little embarrassing to admit that most of my smut are incredibly self indulgent? Lol I seriously just cannot with meeting so many men who have fragile masculinity, working with them, talking with them-- it just bleeds through every interaction it's aggravating! Writing it as a fantasy of putting someone "in their place", definitely like a reliever after having to put up with it practically every day of my life.

Point made with TXT tumblr being small! Did a quick comparison to other 4th gen boy groups and it's a little odd how significant the difference is at times? 😂 Yet the smut tag has more people posting under (maybe that changed over the past few months and fluff is what people are leaning more towards?) even though there's definitely a sparse number of consistent blogs (which would naturally equate to less variety in content).

Ha! I was on here earlier than I started posting like most people are on tumblr, and I'd have to say that your observation skills are so good because lol yes, @wildernessuntothemselves (heh sorry for tagging you mort but i just might want you to see this 😂) was definitely a blog I first got introduced to with sub!beomgyu like, just hardcore, straight up whiny boy and a powerful woman (lover = loser fic...ah, very delicious).

There were definitely some fics here and there, but kick starting it, I'd want to give that credit to her! After a bit, @fairyofshampgyu came out with their fuck you series, and I'd say both are sort of the blueprint of the recent rising in seeing beomgyu as a very strong sub. Before this, you'd see one of those MTL posts and almost always Beomgyu is categorized as a hardcore dom, and now I almost get shocked seeing Beomgyu being considered more of a sub than Hueningkai and Soobin (who were often seen as softer doms or just sub men in general).

I wasn't even meaning to turn this blog into a sort of sub!beomgyu cult of fics, like...at all so I find it funny that I'm jumbled together with a more experienced writer like Nia 😂 But yeah, some really good points. It's just funny how a few months ago I was desperately looking for anything sub!beomgyu related (to the point i created this blog in hopes of receiving sub beomgyu requests), just a tinge because everything under the smut tag was hardcore dom, I wouldn't have imagined the tables would turn so quickly especially considering male subs aren't particularly that popular comparative to their counterparts.

I do feel for people who are sub leaning, content is sparse with txt in general-- and for people to get even simply blocked for requesting a dominant beomgyu? A... little insane 😅? I even remember this sort of thing being brought up around three months ago, someone talking about how they see Beomgyu as a complete dom and do not understand that appeal of the recent surge of sub Beomgyu-- perception is different, and I do wish for you and others to get more dominant Beomgyu fics, everyone deserves a little treat 😭

#lol you saying you have no idea why yours is so long and me pulling out paragraphs #went on a tangent trying to react to each point you made (which were by the way very coherent)

[cryptonite-exe]

a little comfort | mirage

𓆩♡𓆪 pairing ; mirage x gn!reader

𓆩♡𓆪 genre ; angst with comfort, self deprication

𓆩♡𓆪 a/n ; had a breakdown and listened to anti-hero so i ended up with this (wont be using too much tags this is mere self indulgent)

you lay still in bed, looking up at the ceiling in wonder. your head was clogged with so many thoughts. and what seemed like minutes after lying down to sleep was actually hours. you felt elliot shift and turn in bed numerous times, yet you remain perfectly still. you recall the events of the past weeks and how everything went down. the stress of both the games and your personal life has been wearing you down.

"he shouldn't see me like this." you thought, he was already dealing with so manty things and seeing his lover like this- what would he think? "what's wrong with you" "why are you like this?"

you bit your inner cheek as numerous emotions flood into your system. the bottle you stuffed everything in finally broke. every emotion, worry, fear, and distress you hid away so carefully broke loose. you felt glass shatter and scatter and everything goes to hell. and before you knew it, tears. you didn't even notice until the ceiling wasn't so clear as you last remembered it looking. endless beads of water just sliding down your cheeks and onto the once dry pillow.

you felt the feeling of choking up and knew you couldn't do this here, not when he's having his peace right now. waking up to comfort you wasn't what we wanted after a tiring week. you got up, shoving the covers and blankets off your body and tried as quietly as you could to exit the room.

figuring the couch was the next comfiest thing to cry on other than the bed, you head towards the living room. now that you've found comfort on the couch, it wasn't long until your sobs started leaking out your throat. you wanted to contain it in so, so bad. you were slipping and stumbling over you own thoughts, the crying and pain was nonstop. you were barely able to breathe properly, your sobs echoing throughout the quiet home you and elliot shared.

your crying paused when you heard the door of your bedroom open and close. "there you are, the bed felt empt- oh" he says, rubbing his eyes awake. before you could say anything he was already at your side. he kneeled down and brushed away the hair covering your face. "hey, what's the matter?" he hushed. "god- why are you up? you should be sleeping-" you asked, shaking your head and hopefully the tears too.

"babe- listen to me, this isn't about me. my beloved is crying here and i will be here to make sure you're alright." he says, bringing his hand up to your cheek, wiping away the tears that runs down. "you can tell me you know?" he murmurs, "do you want to talk about it? i mean- its fine if you don't want to i'm your boyfriend after all and i really care about you" he says and before he could continue on, you hug him. he immediately embraces you back, arms around your waist.

"don't wanna" you reply muffled. "that's alright too! we could just cuddle like this because i am the bestest boyfriend and i love you so much," he kisses your temple before maneuvering both of you onto the couch and into a cuddling position. his arm remains around your waist, bodies flushed against each other. your head rests on his chest comfortably while his other hand brushes through your hair.

"we could order your favorite food if you'd like" he interrupts the silence of the room. you break out in a fit of laughter at the random proposal. "you are an idiot" you giggle. "ah no. correction- i am your idiot yeah that's right you're stuck with me."

soon the sun rises and a person delivers your food with a very much tired look on his face and seeing such a couple be so intimate at this hour of the day might've been the last straw but oh well. and eventually you do talk, with him listening and his hand holding yours the entire time to let you know

i'm here

© this work is by cryptonite-exe, please do not copy and post on any other platform.

#𓆩♡𓆪 cryptonite-exe #apex legends #apex legends mirage #mirage x reader #mirage #apex mirage #mirage x reader angst #angst #elliot witt #elliot witt x reader

[alvaroz-starrs]

This is very self indulgent, and I would like to share my fanfics. Yes. There is a part two, I'll see when I'll post that in my scheduled thingys <3 (this was made like two weeks ago)

I like you. have a byortis fan-fic

Dance with me!

Byron x Mortis

(Note: The most intimate they get are neck kisses, little bit of making out, and cuddles, also there is some swearing)

"Huh, you've changed things up" Byron looked around the room, the furniture was rearranged and the cobwebs were gone.

"I just thought I'd spruce things up for your next visit, dear." Mortis guided Byron towards two chairs sat across from each other, with a table in between that had some wine with glasses.

In the corner of the room there was a table that contained a record player on it, right next to it was a bookshelf, with what seemed to be spell books.

Byron sat down across from Mortis. Scanning around the room. Spotting new objects, recognizing old ones.. why'd he have this pit in his stomach..?

"How has work been?" Mortis knew Byron wasn't one for small-talk, but he was genuinely curious, not only that, but Byron seemed anxious. He was just trying to find a way to ease him.

"Ah..well, some of the guests have been less than..corporative."

"What do you mean?"

"They've just been a bit more.. untrusting lately." Byron sounded tired and frustrated, but can you really expect the guests to trust a snake-oil salesman?

"Can you really blame them? The park as a whole isn't very.. up to code." Mortis paused for a moment. "And- after all, you are a bit of a con man."

"A BIT?!" Byron chimed in, Mortis thought he had upset him-"DON'T TAKE CREDIT AWAY FROM ME!" He was smiling, Mortis felt glad he wasn't upset.

"I'm not my dear," Mortis smiled. It had been a while since they were able to talk like this. "I just didn't expect you to take such..pride, in it"

"Might as well embrace it, I suppose." Byron looked up at Mortis, it seemed like he wanted him to say something, something in the back of his mind?- "Erm, how has your side of the park been?" "Any trouble with Willow?"

Mortis shifted in his chair a bit, "No, dear. She took it surprisingly well, I'm glad she wasn't too disappointed." "Oh, have you heard about the enchanted woods recently?'

Byron was confused, what about the woods? Wasn't that just an empty part of the park they would go to when they were young? "No, I haven't, I've been too busy I guess,"

"Do you remember that gardener who disappeared a while back?"

"Ah, don't tell me he died-"

"NO! no, no. He was found in those woods, he's doing.. alright I suppose, but those spores from the mushrooms messed with his head. Not only that but the enchanted spells on it didn't help his sanity."

"Oh, I guess that means we shouldn't go back?" Byron seemed disappointed, but also a little surprised. Not every day you hear that someone was corrupted by a mushroom.

"..Did you have plans to?" Why would he want to go back? He never liked it there when they were kids, Byron always fell in the creek. Mainly because Mortis pushed him in each and every time they went there.

"Ah- uh- no. I was.. Just thinking."

Did he have plans to go there? Why?

"..Uhm, would you like me to change the subject?" Was he okay? Was he thinking of doing anything harmful to himself? He did seem to feel down lately-

"I just wanted to go there..with you. Like when we were little, and you'd push me in the fucking creek."

"I said I was sorry! You-!"

"Uh-huh, suuuuureee. Each time we went there you pushed me in! You know what I had to do in order to avoid the wrath of my father???"

"YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME, YOU PETTY BITCH!"

"SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

"..."

"Pft"

"Hahahah!"

"Hah, sorry." What a dumb time. Mortis could only think fondly of it though.

"It's alright, I had fun there. I know we both did."

Mortis poured some of the wine on the table into two cups, and passed one to Byron. They drank together, and that pit in Byron's stomach was slowly disappearing.

"Oh, on the topic of the past," Mortis walked over to the corner of the room with the record player.

"Did you find a nice song left behind by your parents?"

"Nope, even better. Just give me a moment to put it on."

The music started up slowly, why did it sound so familiar-

"Do you remember that song you used to listen to before Edgar and Colette were born?"

"Yes, it was my favorite song. How did you find it-?"

"I found some old copies of that disc. I thought it would be perfect for the next time you visited." Mortis grinned and walked towards the chair Byron was sitting in and leaned on it. Eyeing him, he then moved toward the front of the chair.

"What-?"

"Dance with me!" Mortis pulled Byron up from the chair, holding one of his hands with his own, and placing the other on Byron's hip.

"No, I.. uhm" He blushed a bit.

"You always used to dance to this song! It made you so happy." Mortis wrapped both of his arms around Byron, pulling him in. Close.

"It's just been a while since I've heard this song. Let alone danced." He was a little embarrassed, good thing they were alone for the most part..

"Remember I didn't even know how to? I still don't-"

"Then you can just follow my lead once again."

Hah, how persistent. "You're not giving me much of a choice are you?" Byron smiled, wrapping his own arms around Mortis.

"Not until I see how you used to smile~" Mortis spun around the room with Byron in his grasp for what seemed like an eternity, but they both couldn't stop smiling. Byron stumbled a bit, but Mortis kept catching him. After a few minutes of back and forth spins, Mortis leaned in.

Byron's face kept progressively getting redder, and hotter. Mortis leaning in didn't make it stop.

"I remember how much you laughed and smiled when I danced with you."

"Yes, I was uh, flustered." As much as he'd hate to admit it, it was true. As he spun with Mortis, he was completely lost in the moment. He couldn't stop smiling.

"Once you were the one who had to persuade me to dance."

"Only because I didn't know how! I needed you in order to dance in the first place!"

"Admit it, you enjoyed it as much as I did." Mortis pushed Byron's face up, softly pulling in, touching his lips.

"I-" Interrupted by something soft, unexpected, but lovely.

Mortis kissed him. Interrupting what little Byron had to argue. Byron felt warm and fuzzy. Instead of that pit in his stomach, he had butterflies. Mortis guided him to the chair he was originally sitting in. Gently holding him, expecting him to sit next to him..Byron was sitting on his lap, still shocked and flustered.

Mmmhmm..

"Have you 'regained consciousness' yet?" Mortis poked Byron on the cheek, expecting more of a reaction, but only getting Byron to playfully push his hand away.

"You're a jerk you know…" Byron's face was beet red, he leaned on Mortis, and was pulled in closer.

"I hate you"

"And here you are sitting on my lap? I never asked you to, dear." It was true, Mortis' grasp on Byron's waist had eased. Byron leaned in even more, waiting for another kiss.

"Jerk."

Mortis responded,

"Bitch"

"Twink!" Byron replied,

"Dumbass" Mortis smiled after saying that. Teasing him, and poking him quickly on the nose.

"...can you kiss me again?.." Their foreheads were touching, Byron's hands were on Mortis' face.

Mortis' lips touched Byrons. Loving every second that Mortis embraced him.

"..Mm....what a blushing mess you are Ron,"

"Look in a mirror dummy" Byron kissed Mortis again, but Mortis made his way into kissing Byron's neck.

The repetitive pecking and biting was almost too much to handle for Byron.

"S-stop! PffftHahah!! s-stop it!" Mortis slowed the kissing on Byron's neck, it tickled him, "Mortimer!"

"Sorry dear. Your laugh and smile, it's just so cute." Mortis moved away from his neck, giving him some space to breathe. Mortis ran his hands through Byron's hair.

"Mortis?"

"Yes Rony?" Mortis said, then pulling away to get a better look at Byron.

"Can…may I stay the night with you?"

"Wha- you-you want to stay?" Mortis was shocked, but this was a pleasant surprise.

"The kids are over at a sleepover, and uhm… maybe we could have some sort of our own" Byron cuddled up on Mortis, grabbing his hand and placing it on his own, bringing it up to place on his face.

"Pretty childish way of phrasing it.. sorry."

"Don't apologize. I like the idea, we can spend more time with one another." Mortis pulled Byron in, surrounding both of them with warmth.

"In that case, may I stay?.."

"Of course you can, Byron."

"...can you kiss me once more?"

Mortis smiled, pulling Byron up towards him. "Of course my dearest snake."

Mwah♡

The brain rot is strong with this one

#brawl stars #brawl stars byron #brawl stars mortis #byortis #self indulgent #out of all the ships #it was byortis.

[dapayeora]

A science party idea

Engineer and Medic are reviewing each other's academic research papers before submission

Where's Medic going to submit his manuscript to? maybe a shady predatory journal, and the editors are like what in the actual hell because even they can tell the research is crazy unethical but the results are wild and the presentation is actually top notch they are like why did he do this how did he do this is this even true did he really do this but the content is groundbreaking they are baffled

Engie submits to a very prestigious journal, and they actually request engie to write something for them, like some invited reviews, even want him to be on their editorial board (wow this is disgustingly so self indulgent), but he declines cause he's a busy boy killing people making gravies

Anyway they are very critical about each other's research, they are not doing constructive criticism they are demolishing it they are destructive because they are not good people they murder each other by words they point out every flaws and attack on every blind spot possible they have very strong opinions they argue on the choice of almost every single word

(I don't know how their manuscripts have so much flaws if they are such great scientists uh)

They are NOT cool about it they are good scientist but not gOOD scientist,, you know they are upset they are fuming, their faces get red and the discussion they are having is so heated so they might remove some of their articles of clothing (much for my enjoyment hm) and when they say something, they are not doing it politely nor in friendly tone, instead they are murdering each other by words and they are so butthurt by each other

Other guys in the base are not listening to them they are like ah the science people are talking science again and dismiss it like a background music but they soon realize the science guys are not having some friendly conversations they are tensing up their nostrils are flared the non science people are getting worried

Then medic pushes the table to engie and engie slams on the table and he unintentionally breaks the table, the table was metal everyone goes silent only sniper quietly says bugger and immediately nopes out to his van

At this point I'm not sure how to keep this one a ship post

Uh,, later they are making out angrily and frustrated, and in the middle of the session one of them suddenly raises a finger and goes like about 'yeah about the [research topic] before' and stops moving and starts critiquing like that, he was still thinking about it all these time and the other guy kisses to shut him up for the sake of keeping this a ship post

i'm practically offending myself writing this but i am not sleeping well these days

#team fortress 2 #science party #TF2

[sdfgderp]

a/n: first post!!! wrote this during my first week in school so it’s very self-indulgent T~T there is not a day that i don’t wish simeon was my classmate… so i wrote him as if he was my classmate in school out of desperation… GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT TO ME GIVE IT TO ME 🤬 also here’s loser mc (projecting) in presumably a catholic school. word count: 800+

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usually you start the day with a curse. cursing your classmates, your subjects for the day, anything you lay your eyes on that irritated you was branded a curse. you pant, cursing the stairs you climbed up to get to your room. fuck me, why is my class so high up? you are immediately greeted by a trash bin as you reach the third floor, adding fuel to the fire. you hunch over on the stair handrails, catching your breath. your bag feels light all of a sudden, prompting you to let out an exasperated sigh. if my stuff fell out, i am going to kick this-

“mc, stairs got you huh?”

a sweet voice spoke right behind you before they took your bag off your shoulders. they walked up in front of you, revealing that the mystery person was simeon. oh my fucking god it’s him, you cussed in your head. your annoyance dissipated and embarrassment took over. you almost cussed in front of him.

“ah, good morning. didn’t know you’ll come in early today!” you greeted, following the angel to your classroom.

“i have to prepare my mentees for the mass later at 8,” simeon replied, putting down your bag on your desk. “put on their cassocks, teach the procession, all that.”

you only took notice of simeon’s outfit when calm cleared out your sight. he wasn’t wearing a uniform, but rather a white button down tucked in black slacks. he carried a shoulder bag that seemed to only carry a spare uniform and a few notebooks. oh, mass service.

“you climb up the stairs everyday with a bag that heavy?” simeon asks as he sets down his bag on his desk. you gave him a strained chuckle out of embarrassment.

“i know i can use the elevator, but the thought of encountering random people i don’t know and waiting for the door to open freaks me out…”

finally confiding in a friend you trusted about newfound awkwardness in school felt wonderful. however, you wanted to scream and run to the nearest bathroom stall as soon as you said that. simeon was quite a hot shot in the school, being dubbed as the “ideal boyfriend” by many students since the start of the semester. you were quite known as well, but for socially insignificant reasons. in other words, you were a roach talking to a swan.

the angel broke off your self-deprecating daze with a soft laugh. his laugh was an imaginary bat that hit your knees. he took a clipboard and pen out of his bag and walked towards the front door of the classroom.

“i’ll come early starting tomorrow, then,” he says, leaning on the doorframe to fill out something on the clipboard.

“what?” you cursed yourself internally for throwing out a what? when you clearly heard him.

“i’ll come early to accompany you to the elevator. if you’re not fine with that, then i suppose i’ll have to settle with carrying your bag up the stairs,” simeon clarified, stuffing the pen in his pocket.

if nice words and good posture could kill, you would’ve been dead twice. this guy was going to be the death of you. you politely decline his offer, reassuring him you’re used to the gruelling climb. “this is for exercise anyway, i could use that, hahahaha… no need to come early for me! you need your sleep!”

“are you sure? you could use a friend being with you in school so that you don’t look so lonely. you mass up quite the ‘loner’ reputation already-“

“-and that’s where i’m wrong!” you cut him off, giving him a sheepish smile. a classmate walked in the classroom, causing the two of you to go silent. they leave the room as soon as they drop their bag on their seat as they meet up with their friends, laughing about something.

you break into a ramble to cover up the awkward moment. “of course you can! i’m not forcing you to come early by the way, i just thought you might feel dejected by me refusing and, hahaha, the ears have walls! the students here make atrocious rumors, and that wouldn’t sound nice for you, and…”

simeon sighs and shakes his head, letting out a sad smile. he’s seen through me, has he? you lament in your head. that i’m lonely. i’ve no friends in this class but simeon, and i don’t like how he’s hard to approach even if we are. come on, i’m only a hot shot when the class needs something from me, i’m basically a nobody-

“is that a yes?” simeon asked you again.

his question broke you out of your thoughts. “let’s just use the stairs tomorrow. we might get stuck in the elevator with you around,” you joke, lightening up the mood. simeon didn’t seem to take that as an answer.

“mc, yes or no?”

“yes! yes, it’s fine, we can go to class together,” you forced out. “sorry, i shouldn’t have raised my voice like that.”

“it’s okay.” the angel smiled at your confirmation before turning his heel to leave. “you could use a friend around the school after all. see you later!”

as soon as he left your sight, you drop down to your seat and slump over your desk. god, if you hear me, i’m in love with one of your angels, you prayed silently. you take it back, hoping it didn’t register in heaven’s “list of prayers to grant” yet. the thought of sweet simeon walking with you around the school campus made you feel giddy, making you hide your face in your desk and kick your legs. you compose yourself as you hear footsteps approaching your classroom door, pulling out a notebook to mask the butterflies living in your stomach. somehow today, you started the day with a blessing.

#obey me x reader #obey me x mc #obey me #simeon x reader #obey me simeon

[gunsli-01]

I will always state that outside of all the nonsense that goes on in my milgram posts my personal opinion on punishment....like just me not taking any fandom responses, theories etc if it was just up to me innocent sweep for everyone. Sorry my morals are very loose by loose i mean i refuse to be a witness. I will not start problems for myself, it is the job of the authorities to prove they did anything not me.

I did not ask for this position as far as I know I'm trapped here too and being put to sleep for months at a time. Honestly, if I was Es I would simply vote everyone innocent and get to the end of this as quickly as possible. No skin off my back. What about the songs, the visuals, the confessions could you ignore- I had and still have to at times ignore gunshots the answer is yes I could and I would. I know this can sound cowardly or uncaring but even if I started off taking the job seriously as soon as Mikoto kicked my ass i would be rethinking life.

I'd be doing whatever the fuck kept me safest cause clearly this facility isn't trustworthy not just for these inmates but for me as well. Though I wouldn't jump to making deals with inmates right away either. This is a clear facility failure in more ways than one. So after being shell-shocked for a bit I'd take the issue up with Jackalope. If he can't do anything about it then yeah no I'm not trusting anyone after that for a while.

Even at the beginning having it all laid out to me like "Hey you're here with these murderers, we give them a lot of freedom, and you have to find out what they did and judge if they deserve to be punished or not. We aren't related to the authorities in any way and no i won't explain how you got here or what happens after all this." My immediate knee-jerk reaction was just "Alright, cool, cool no one here's a cop sooooo...innocent." If any inmates hit me with why did you vote this way I'd simply go "Why did you kill? Exactly. Stop asking questions." Like if any of the inmates wanted a different judgement then I'd probably be like fine here ya go. If I can abstain or consider a 50/50 as abstaining then I'd just do that what is the rabbit gonna do fire me?

All this to say I think milgram fans that like to write should very much write self-indulgent guard insert fanfics where their votes are the only one that matter and explore the other possibilities. I'm willing to write guard and choice variations for people not that into writing themselves but I've got no clue if my style is for everyone. I just think it'd be fun to see what it'd be like if it was all up to one individual and I feel like the fandom would be full of so many possibilities.

Ah, my variations may also be kind of boring though since going all innocent might not cause as much conflict as we're seeing now. Kotoko would definitely be mad at me but at least she can't jump me. It really depends on the prisoner not everyone would be happy with straight innocent verdicts. Both options may just be far too dangerous. Just accepting everything or denying it haaaa it's difficult to figure out a nice balance.

#milgram

[beepbeepbeepjeep]

Story details !!

Take 2 . smh. this one is super long so we’ll keep the additional things under the cut !!

The Magic School Jeep takes place a little over a decade after the original events of Ride the Cyclone. It follows the story of Savannah and five other strangers who just so happened to be in the same tragic road accident. Post-revival, Savannah still has ghosts of the past (and the present) haunting her. How will she deal with going from feeling as if she knows nothing, to suddenly feeling like she knows too much?

We’re also given the chance to explore the eventful lives and interpersonal issues of a whole new cast of characters, each carrying their own form of emotional baggage. 

Join them on a jeepney journey through space as they recount their lives through detailed flashbacks, touching heart-to-hearts, and a healthy-ish amount of trauma dumping. <3

By the end, they’re faced with the same dilemma. Who do they bring back? 

What will they do once presented with this decision? Why does it feel like there’s something (or someone) watching and waiting in the wings? How does this game of life and death really work? Is it worth it, in the end?

All these questions we hope to answer in a story about acceptance and healing, with a dash of humor and a sprinkling of queerness (as all narratives should have) (it's. way more than a sprinkling tbh. it's like a whole truckload of queerness). Thank you for indulging us in this already extremely self-indulgent story! We are cringe, but we are free.

additional notes!

there are different ways / iterations of the life games across time. this is important !!

even though this story is built off the events of ride the cyclone, we of course will NOT be maintagging any of these posts as rtc or ride the cyclone for obvious reasons

we view jane doe, savannah, and penny lamb as separate (but interconnected) individuals. this is for the sake of avoiding confusion.

yes, they are in a filipino jeepney. yes, this story is still set in Uranium City, Saskatchewan which is canonically located in Canada. How does this make any modicum of sense? Good question. Anyways.

Silly Interview-style Character Intros

+ ref pics! made with hellosunnycore's toon me! picrews :3 more accurate drawn ref pics coming soon ,, hopefully,, @ pastaboy. (he's the one typing this)

🌔 savannah dean (19)

she/they

5’8”

July 17

Cancer

Favorite keepsake from when you were alive?

Ah. Yes, I had my dollies. They sit above my bed and they all have names. Sometimes the names feel... familiar, but I lose my string of thought before I can figure out how.

Favorite musical?

It's been a while since I've listened to a musical, or music in general, but Phantom of the Opera is lovely.

What helps you sleep at night?

Uh, I don't get as much sleep as I used to, unfortunately. I know that doesn't answer the question, sorry.

🐛 beau balquenn (18)

(his hair is supposed to be bleached at the ends sob)

he/him

5’10”

January 11

Capricorn

Favorite keepsake from when you were alive?

Uh. Well... there's these, I guess. Butterfly earrings. They're really old. I painted them years ago. The very few who talked to me asked where I got them... I never came up with an answer.

Favorite musical?

... I am not proud of this answer but it's Be More Chill.

Can ghosts be gay?

Like the song? I'm gay and kind of a ghost, so... yeah, I guess?

🍂 tauny hep (18)

he/him

5’6”

November 1

Scorpio

Favorite keepsake from when you were alive?

Do I really have to answer this? Fine. I still carry an old pick around in the back of my phone. It's kinda funny cuz it's not even mine. I borrowed it from. Someone. A long time ago. Shit hit the fan before I thought to return it. It's a little scuffed now but, I don't know, I never bothered getting rid of it.

Favorite musical?

I don't LIKE musicals >:( ... Jesus Christ Superstar

First song you learned on the guitar?

There's this song, uh, Good Kid? It's pretty easy to play. I think that was the first. I don't know where it's from though. (Voice offscreen: Hey, you know that's from a musical, right?) ... FUCK OFF.

🍄 ascot mosbirm (18)

they/them

5’4”

August 15

Leo

Favourite keepsake from when you were alive?

I remember this one time I went downtown to buy a bottle of booze. I didn't really mean to, it was a-... spur of the moment thing, you know? Not like it mattered anyway since drinking laws in this shithole are stupid. I was going to save it for the day of my 19th but. I suppose that's out of the question now, hm?

(yes i know that's wine next to them in the pic shhhh - pastaboy)

Favourite musical?

Coldplay. (That's just... not a musical.) Is it not? They make music, don't they? (... well. yes. but-)

Do you get a lot of comments on your accent?

[Sigh] Unfortunately yeah. It gets a wee bit annoying at times, especially if people are being weird. Though once in a while it earns a laugh, so if it's funny I'll put up with it.

🌷 lizabel mayam (18)

she/her

5’5”

June 4

Gemini

Favorite keepsake from when you were alive?

Oh! Well, I don't know if this is a keepsake? But ever since I was around seven, I've carried around this little tote bag. It has all the essentials— water, first aid, stuff like that. It was pretty much a necessity back then since my younger siblings were always getting into some kind of trouble. My parents weren't always present either, with their work and other things so, I've just hanged onto it and haven't really stopped.

Favorite musical?

Do Disney movies count? (On a technicality, I suppose they have to. Any specific favorite?) Oh, I don't know, there are a lot of good ones. Um, Tangled? If I had to pick. (... Alright. At least it's not Coldplay-) Wait, who said Coldplay? (Ascot.) Awwh, of course they would. :)

Are you... you know?

... um no? I do not know? I really don’t understand what you mean.

📘 cato linn (19)

he/any

5’11

August 28

Virgo

Favorite keepsake from when you were alive?

... I don't like this question. But since I'm being forced to answer; I have this pen I received as a birthday present when I was 10. I still keep it in my pocket as a good luck charm and for— memories, I guess. It doesn’t even write anymore, it ran out of ink years ago. Nevermind, it’s stupid. I should throw it away.

Favorite musical?

I saw a local production of Lés Miserables when I was a kid. I can’t recall much but I know I enjoyed it. I don’t have time to see many musicals nowadays.

Favorite bone in the human body?

??? This one is just strange. Of all the medical questions you could’ve asked, why this one? Nevermind. If I absolutely had to pick, I’d say the... pelvis? It’s a rather important bone. I don’t know if that qualifies as a favourite but I’m not sure how else to answer.

☂️ “The Mannequin” (?)

he/it

6'

???

???

Favorite keepsake from when you were alive?

I was never alive. Though if you're asking for a keepsake, I'll have to say my hat. I can't exactly take it off, but if I could, I would feel bald. So.

Favorite musical?

The Muppets.

Favorite Muppet?

I would just like to say first that I AM NOT A MUPPET... however. I am particularly fond towards the purple one. With the schnozz.

🌒 “The Child” (10)

she/they

4’2”

???

???

Favorite keepsake from when you were alive?

Sticker sheets!! I love stickers. Especially colorful ones. I think they’re Neat.

Favorite musical?

Starship! (By starkid?) Uh, yeah? What about it? (Is that appropriate for your age?) Ummmm, no. (How’d you even find that? That’s so out of your age range.) Ummmmmm-

Favorite ice cream flavor?

The purple one! :D

Yippee! That's all, I think. If you couldn't already tell, this is all very self-indulgent. We are cringe, but we are free. :3 Speaking of We!!! Admin Introductions coming soon! probably! maybe. It's pride month and we're officially heading into summer break, so they have no excuse. 😇

#Heck Inc HQ #mindmaps #bold Franklin Gothic