#this man is an absolute menace to society

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

VH - Turn over

A menacing silhouette stepped into the prison and stared at the hero in silence. Behind the bars, the prisoner raised his shining eyes, looking very frail and helpless.

“Oh no,” he whimpered, twisting his hands. “I’ve done nothing wrong. I beg of you, Villain, I’m-”

The other cut across him, shaking his head:

“You can stop.”

“But-”

“I know who you are. You’re the hero who’s an invincible vampire, aren't you? You don’t have to pretend. I surrender.”

“Ah.”

Hero slowly grinned, showing his pointed teeth, looking a lot less helpless:

“Good.”

Villain nodded slightly and sat on the chair in front of the cell, his eyes fixed on the ground, his hands clasped in front of him. The other tapped on the bars to get his attention:

“I gotta ask, do you imprison every guy who you surrender to?”

“I know this can’t hold you for long-”

“Nope. Absolutely not.”

“-but I wanted to talk.”

Vampire Hero groaned:

“We’re not doing that. If you think I have time for listening to how amazing or blameless you are, I’d rather drink you until you collapse.”

“No, I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

Villain hesitated for a moment, then said, avoiding his gaze:

“When did you realize you were on the bad side?”

“Uh?”

“Before you switched, I mean. When did you realize you were...well, evil?”

Vampire Hero tilted his head, intrigued:

“Since the beginning? I mean, I liked to cut animals and make my whipping boy suffer when I was a toddler. That wasn’t really hard to put two and two together. I'm an asshole, not an idiot.”

“A whipping boy, you mean-”

“A literal whipping boy, yeah. Father offered me one and punished him every time I misbehaved. That was a good birthday gift, a long time ago.”

“So being a vampire hasn’t corrupted your soul or-”

“Nah. Can’t corrupt what’s already rotten.”

“I see.”

There was a moment of silence. Villain didn’t move. Vampire Hero huffed a little, his patience growing thin.

“How can you look so lost in your own prison?”

“It wasn’t like that for me.”

“Oh there we go, the monologue. Keep going, and I’ll rip off the bars of the cell and come for you next.”

“Go ahead, I won’t use it anymore.”

A bar creaked in answer. Villain didn’t look up once.

“I thought my work was for the best,” he said after a while. “I thought us with powers deserved more of society. Don’t you think so?”

“I don’t care.”

“Surely you must have. A little.”

“We’re not from the same time, remember? I had a castle and servants and human toys. Society never bothered me much.”

“It must have been nice, not having to care.”

Vampire Hero shrugged.

“I’m not sure,” he admitted. “Didn’t work out that great for me, did it?”

“I had to care. I had to cling to life every day to survive. I was nearly killed by people thinking I was a freak because I had powers.”

“It doesn’t look like they did a great job, then.”

Villain raised his head a little:

“I just wanted a place where we weren't bullied all the time, so I created my own group. As it grew, so did our ambitions-”

“Aw man, that is gonna take a while.”

Sulking, the vampire threw himself on the ground and began to fidget with the bar he had ripped off. While he bent it as easily as it was clay, Villain kept on, barely giving him a glance:

“I thought that no one listened to us, you see? So we had to make people listen.”

“Except that it doesn't make sense. Since when are powers a problem here? I don’t know much about the outside world, but even I know that heroes are adored and stuff. They have fanclubs and everything.”

“But you have to be a hero, that's the problem. If you can teleport and want to be anything else, like a baker or something, you’re shamed by society unless you hide who you are. If you’re born with powers, the hero agencies are already breathing on your neck.”

“I find this expression offensive. Look, I’ve made a noodle!”

Villain glanced at the twirled bar the vampire was playing with:

“Very nice.”

“Thank you. I used to twist any iron bar that I had in my hands. It makes so much more damage when it pops out of the body.”

Villain stared at the wall for a second and cleared his throat:

“...Anyway, we were building a community. I met my first friends and my lover there.”

“Congrats. I don’t care.”

“As with all communities, tensions grew. I wanted to take more action. I thought that protests weren’t enough.”

“Yeah, I’ve read your file. Killed a lot of humans and exploded a lot of stuff. Classic.”

“I wanted to be heard! Our group went from inefficient to dangerous, but where is the limit? Where is the perfect middle spot?”

“No idea.”

“Me neither. My husband tried to bring me back to protests, but I wouldn’t listen to him. We argued until the moment when I- when he-”

Villain turned his head away:

“I tried to keep on, but it doesn’t make sense without him. Our community is riffled with conflicts. None of it makes sense anymore. So I surrender.”

He stood up and pulled out the key of the cell from his pocket. Vampire Hero squinted at him, curious despite himself:

“So, how did you kill your husband?”

Villain looked at him, horrified:

“What? I didn’t! He left me.”

The door opened. Vampire Hero jumped on his feet and burst out of his cell, chirping:

“Let’s go!”

He passed next to Villain and went through the exit, leaving the latter staring at him:

“Are you- Aren’t you going to drink me or something-”

The hero shrugged and patted his arm, a little smile on his face:

“Eh. I’m not hungry.”

*

Vampire Hero is a recurring character. His job is to troll current villains. Check the Vampire Hero Masterlist or Tag for more snippets with him.

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#hero x villain #villain and hero #hero villain community #writeblr #writers on tumblr #original fiction #my writing #writing snippet #writing dialogue #villain x hero #creative writing #vampire #heroes and villains #hero and villain #writers #writing community #original character #hero x villain community #heroes and villains community #oc #just a quick one #vampire hero #VH doesn't listen except maybe he does

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY @jann-the-bean!!!!!

you know i had to draw this lil precious baby again because my GOSH-!!! too adorable<333 (i believe she is capable of murder with how full of rage she is tho- gremlin behavior<;3333)

there's only so many ways i can say how much i adore your art and writings before i become a broken record because SERIOUSLY!!!! you are my biggest inspiration when it comes to writing and i swear if i hear you saying ANYTHING otherwise i'm breaking into your house no matter how far away you are cause i'm not tolerating such lies!!!! you are an AMAZING bean and i would hug you to death if i could >:'Dc <333

mocha belongs to jann

mobster au is both by @help-im-a-gay-fish and jann

#art #my art #gift #mobster au #mocha #mob!mocha #human!mocha #because seriously how can a human be so HUGGABLE #i wanna be her friend but she would be too cool for that</3 #hhh xD okay okay but seriously if i catch you having a bad day- on your BDAY of all days!!- me and your brain's gonna have some problems- #my vocabulary is poor man idk how to tell you you're like. the most fantastic kind and supportive talented writer AND artist ever #without repeating myself!! you've heard all of these before but they're still TRUE!!! you're just!!! so COOL!!! #still remember the days before my blog and if i could describe what it felt like to be followed back by you it would be. insane #IT WAS CRAZY i was literally shaking!!! you absolute MASTERPIECE maker like name me ONE fic you made that you don't like- #and i'll cite all the things that make it a literal banger like don't try me!!!! i WILL bury you with love you menace to society!!! #i have so many fond memories of your past writings tho i think i'm just gonna re-read them once i finish my studying :') #just came back from school and i rushed to my computer to post this hhh >:'D please don't forget how much you mean to all of us!!! #amazing. you are AWESOME AND GREAT like always!!!! #happy bday mÖther- queen of angst and sweet precious boys >:'Dc <3333

[thiswaycomessomethingwicked]

‘Can we call it a war?’ Grima idly asks. He’s draped comfortably in the chair more usually reserved for the king but, well, Theoden continues to be poorly therefore he cannot attend counsels as often as he had in previous years. ‘No one has declared it against us. Isn’t that a prerequisite?’ ‘I don’t think the naming or not naming of it matters when there are orcs harrying my people making it so they cannot tend their fields,' Erkenbrand replies. ‘Fair.’ Grima drums the table with fingers.

this is what happens when there is no supervision for your local snake. He takes over the king's chair and lounges in it.

#after the counsel Erkenbrand is like: bitch head's up. ppl are starting to whisper you might not be loyal #and Grima is like: HWAET?? Where would they get such a ridiculous idea as that. #Erkenbrand: idk man. maybe don't sit in the king's chair like you fucking own the place #writing #lotr #lord of the rings #what makes a king #grima wormtongue #out here being an absolute MENACE to society

[violetsiren90]

Quite literally just choked on my Coke Zero and then sent it up my nose.

#just fucking take me #kim namjoon you absolute menace to society #uuugggghhhhhh i'm in love with this man #and my sinuses hurt #knj #chapter 2 *is* about naked bangtan Tae i'm sorry #good fucking golly

[arolesbianism]

As much as I rag on Melody and Ramp for having bad taste in their cooking rly Daisy won't be much better once he starts cooking for himself more. Dude he's gonna be the type of guy who lets all of his food get Soggy hes gonna pour a bowl of cereal with milk and wait for like 10 minutes before eating it

#rat rambles #oc posting #luckily bud is used to eating shlop so they dont mind #pent much preffers melody's cooking she likes the cronch #crush is meanwhile sitting in the other room missing back when kickz could cook and she was able to eat real edible food #I can bully them all as much as I want but I will bully ramp the most. dudes who put an uncooked marshmallow inbetween gramncrackers and #calls it a smore. guy who puts microwaved ramen in some slightly warmed water and call it dinner. man that eats premade broth cold. #you make ramp a bowl of warm soup when she's sick and she acts like you are an absolute menace to society

[finalgirllx]

thought you hated me | mattheo riddle entry 1 of a little anthology series i am starting with mattheo. as a way to practice writing without committing to a long series, i'll be writing a few blurbs for him based on the 'enemies to lovers' trope. 1.1k words | nsfw | minors dni | f!reader this is also a thank you for 2000 followers, like holy cow. that's insane. thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone who has supported my nonsense.

"Hey, hey! Watch it! The recipe calls for a scoop of rose petals, not the entire bloody jar," you scold the curly-haired prick. He abided by your warning, much to your surprise, but not without tilting the jar above the cauldron a few extra times just to savor your irritation. You can't help but wonder what past mistakes led you to be doomed by fate to be partnered with Mattheo Riddle for potions class.

The whole school was aware of your mutual hatred, and neither of you made any effort to conceal it. It had been this way for so long that you couldn't even pinpoint why you hated him. Well, besides his utterly insufferable personality and a pisspoor attitude that not even his stellar good looks could redeem.

"He's an arrogant prick." "What a wretched tart." "A hotheaded muppet." "An absolute menace to civil society."

These were just a few recent jabs exchanged between you, either spoken directly or whispered through the grapevine. As long as everyone knows how much you despise each other, it suffices.

After your taunt over the rose petals, Mattheo's gaze bore into you beneath impossibly full eyelashes before he released a huff of pure disdain at your rigidity.

"You can piss off with that attitude. I say the one of us who didn't cause an explosion in class last week gets the bigger say over our potion-making," Mattheo countered, to which you promptly stood at attention and turned to face him, hands planted firmly on your hips.

"If that's the qualification, then I've had the upper hand practically every week this entire term! I cause one explosion, and you think you're all that," you argued back, to which Mattheo responded with a tired eye roll before he fixed his spiteful gaze fully on you.

"Well, I do have the right. Especially when you caused the explosion by staring at Cormac fucking McLaggen while biting your lip like an idiot," he grumbled, his voice lowered but the intensity still sending a shiver down your spine. You knew the implications of his words and that the facade could crumble under the man's temper in moments if you didn't tread forward lightly.

"Yeah, well, I don't see why you'd care, but I'll keep my eyes off of him," you begrudgingly relented with a shrug. You would have given him an earful with just about any other provocation, but what he could risk revealing over this wasn't worth continuing to bicker over.

"Good girl," Mattheo purrs the next time he leans closer to grab an ingredient, quiet enough so only you could hear, causing the heat rising between you to stay put. "Guess I'll need to find another reason to cave the bloke's face in," he adds, much to your dismay. You wanted to say something then, but the professor's perfectly timed interjection to order you both to focus on your work momentarily set the matter aside. -----------------

"Are you really going to make an arse of yourself and beat up Cormac if he and I so much as exchange a glance?" You questioned Mattheo incredulously as he hastily pulled you into a nearby empty broom closet with little resistance from yourself. The door had barely clicked shut before he tore off his robe and moved on to remove yours.

"You want to fucking try something? See how that works out for you, I'll make your ass red for weeks," Mattheo growled into your ear as his hands roamed your still-clothed torso, finding purchase on your breasts as he began to knead them, growing desperate for skin-to-skin contact. Your insolence had gotten him painfully turned on, urging him to handle your attitude with touches he knew would render you pliant. The whimpers his groping solicited from you had become the answer to his prayers.

This little arrangement had become second nature to you by now. You give Mattheo lip, which gets him riled up, so you both seek a release for your pent-up frustrations by way of you taking his dick. Each time, without fail, you two agree that this would be the last time. But having 'hated' each other for so long, you know just how to test the other's patience, him becoming as weak to your taunts as you are to his touch.

"Care so much about who I'm looking at, huh?" you mocked Mattheo as he attempted to undo the buttons on your top, his thought capacity overridden by lust. "I thought you hated me," you continued to bait him with a hint of amusement to mask the genuine curiosity for what he might say. A gasp escaped you when Mattheo removed one hand from your chest to take your chin in between two fingers, lifting your head to meet his eyes that were already ruining you in his mind. He pressed his body against yours, letting you feel his hardness through his trousers.

"You know I fucking hate you," Mattheo replied through gritted teeth, his ferocity laced with arousal. "Doesn't mean anyone gets a glimpse of what's mine."

Your lips pulled into a smirk contentedly in response, not the least bit intimidated by him. In fact, you were pretty proud to have evoked such a reaction out of him. Sure, maybe you felt afraid for Cormac, but after witnessing Mattheo Riddle get on his knees to beg for your pussy, it had become difficult to take his threats seriously. The man was down bad, and you relished in the way you could reduce him to a needy mess, though he probably felt similar when you turned into a babbling slut every time he made you cum on his cock. If anything, the rage made you just as greedy for him as he was for you.

You took the lead in removing the rest of your top, freeing Mattheo so he could bury his face in your neck, latching on and sucking the skin to leave noticeable, possessive marks. He proceeded to cover you with hot kisses that trailed further down your chest, with each unclasped button giving him more space to work with until your top was fully removed and strewn on the floor with abandon. He sunk to his knees before you, letting you ensnare one hand in his hair to brace yourself as he took the peak of one of your breasts in his mouth, which brought a moan from your lips. Forgetting the animosity and allowing pleasure to take over, you've all but given up on believing that this time would be the last.

#mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle x you #slytherin #slytherin boys

[celluloidbroomcloset]

I do love that Stede Bonnet is unhinged. Like, legitimately an absolute freak, a danger to himself and others (mostly others). Wildly off-kilter man menacing the entire structure of both English and pirate society.

Who will talk someone into lighting themselves on fire for being mean to his boyfriend.

Who will not be content with just pushing a man off the plank, but will CHUCK A FIDDLE AT HIS HEAD.

Who will put on an all white suit, walk into a deeply dangerous dive bar, declare his presence in a fucking pun, and tell the man who tried to kill him not a day ago that he doesn't care what his name is.

Who will return to the same dive bar again and again, ask for a job there, and then rob the owner.

Who will stand in the middle of a violent raid and tell his clerk to take notes properly.

Who will run across a beach in the middle of a major battle to make out with his boyfriend.

Who looked at Blackbeard and went "that's him, that's the love of my life."

Like...dude is out of his fucking mind.

#ofmd #our flag means death #stede bonnet #edward teach #ed teach #rhys darby #taika waititi #he's so unhinged i love him

[verysium]

『01』 呪術廻戦: jujutsu kaisen recs

五条悟: gojo satoru

i know you still think about the times we had by @saetoru

satoru will always comes when you call him, he just never thought you’d stop calling. notes: satoru is so desperate and pathetic here it is just delicious; has the right amount of angst to cause tension but a good ending to soothe my poor heart; traditional rich boy and disapproving mother/father scenario but implemented relatively well; miscommunication and feelings of inadequacy; reader realizing the extent to which satoru loves them

pretty eyes by @quirklessidiot

in which the right eye is mine and the left eye is yours and when we meet for the first time, you see your own eyes staring back at you. notes: takes tragic star-crossed lovers to a whole new level; riddled with parallels and symbolism; idea of illness and loving someone at their worst; right person, wrong time at its finest; fate being unnecessarily cruel; surprising moments of humor

minazuki by @quirklessidiot

In which Y/N L/N is placed under a union she has no choice but to partake for the sake of her survival. notes: this series needs to be scientifically studied; it is just that good; halfway in and i fell in love with the reader instead of gojo; strong and somewhat morally grey characters; dark themes around femininity in a patriarchal society but concept was executed flawlessly

21: only by @tenjiiku

“What do you want, Satoru?” You do not use his last name or any honorific to address him despite his age. He was older than you by a few years — but certainly did not act the part — so you do not think he deserves your respect. Your host father told you he does — something about his being from a prominent private school as an educator, which you cannot possibly fathom being the truth — but only in front of you is Satoru Gojo an inane, odd man with a need for clean, dry-cleaned clothes that, for some strange reason he has conjectured in his equally baffling mind, that only you can provide. He smiles at you, placing his cheek in his hand. “You.” notes: this fic embodies the duality between gojo and satoru; he is easy-going until he isn’t and you realize he actually has a considerable amount of depth; the plot twist did it for me; satoru being a loud-mouthed tease but secretly harboring feelings

soulswap by @orphxus (impxria)

this is where the evening splits in half, love or death. grab an end, pull hard, & make a wish. notes: short but realistically describes everything wrong with jujutsu society; poetic voice; gojo being serious for once; disillusionment and tragic hero archetype; being the strongest yet being unable to save anybody; geto would read this fic and feel seen

両面宿儺: ryomen sukuna

nocuous by @quirklessidiot

“It’s ironic, isn’t it? I knew how this was going to end but I’m still terribly hurt by it.” notes: the heian era setting is so complex and established even through dialogue and subtle description; reader strikes me as older and able to deal with sukuna’s chaotic nature; sukuna being an absolute menace is sending me; tragic angst but almost didn’t notice it due to how beautifully the images are presented

avīci by @rotpeach

Several years ago, Satoru Gojo was involved in the exorcism of a uniquely stubborn curse. The official report states that one of Ryomen Sukuna's fingers was recovered from the scene, and nothing else. Only the two of you know the truth. notes: gore, gore, and even more gore; boy was this fic a wild ride; imagine a work that condenses the ugliest and most revolting parts of human nature yet presents them so elegantly you start questioning the blurred lines of morality; cannibalism, violence, and love triangles; japanese mythology & folklore; heian period references; cursed spirit reader tries to grapple with the idea of self after being created for the sole purpose of serving others; themes of existentialism, identity crisis, obsession

#fic recs #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna x reader

[starlightshadowsworld]

I stand by the notion that Agency are far greater menaces to society that the Port Mafia.

Kyouka: But... But I've killed people.

Dazai: Yeah, so have I. And I'm here, as are you. People like us can change.

Yosano: I mean I half kill someone everyone day. So your in good company.

Ranpo: I love how that's your go too, and not the war crimes.

Yosano: I'm trying not to scare the kid, Mr Genuis Detective. Or should I bring up your wrap sheet.

Ranpo: You threaten a cop one time.

Kunikida: One time he says.

Ranpo: I know I didn't hear that from you. How many times have I been your lawyer?

Kunikida: Touché. In my defence, they had it coming.

Yosano: Damn right they did. Ha, do you remember that one time Ranpo got the judge sentenced instead?

Kunikida: Remember? I have it marked on my calendar as a national holiday.

Ranpo: Ah, my lawyer era good times. That gavel man, makes you feel powerful. I think I'll be the judge when Katai gets caught.

Yosano: When he does, we need to get popcorn and everything.

Kunikida: Absolutely.

Kyouka:... Woah.

Dazai: grins Right? They're not gonna put you down for a bit of murder.

#bsd kyouka #bsd dazai #bsd kunikida #bsd ranpo #bsd yosano #bsd katai #bungou stray dogs #bsd

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi! You once wrote about Malleus going to the player's world, and up until now I finally got in time to ask for this, so could I ask for a similar premise as that but with Azul, Rook & Vil, please?

I have already done Vil in an indifferent post. You can find it here. I really wanted to make a new version of Azul though.

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, stalking, implied violence, death, murder, manipulation, unhealthy relationship

Azul Ashengrotto/Rook Hunt-Entering your world

Azul felt like an octopus out of water

When he had heard Jade yelling out a warning it was already too late and he was already falling down the stairs, a student he made a deal with not too long ago standing not too far, his hands lowering themselves from the pushing him

And now he was laying on the floor in a place he didn't recognize

Moonlight filtered through the window of the room and a sleeping figure almost completely covered by a blanket was illuminated by its light and the light from the phone they were laying next to, indicating that they fell asleep whilst using it

Did he teleport to a different place? Azul still felt the burning sensation of the hard stone of the stairs hitting his body so he might have done that out of desperation...

And desperate he was when you turned over in your sleep and he could see your face

And thus, the screaming began

Imagine his surprise, no his shock after seeing the person he had admired, sought after for so long laying in front of him in their pajamas

Although, it would be better to say you did lay in your pajamas because now you were jumping up in fear for your life

But after fearing that a madman had broken into your house life with Azul was pretty nice

Azul is a pretty good cook from running Mostro Lounge so him making dinner is like going to an expensive restaurant

There is that thing about him wanting to pay you rent though…

You see, Azul is not someone who wants to leech (haha, get it?) off of someone

So he takes on "side jobs"

Nothing dangerous, of course, but I think we can all agree that Azul in ANY job position is a safety hazard

Not because he is bad at what he does but because of his, how do I describe it, manipulative (?) ways

Sooner than later, it seems more like Azul is running the place he works at instead of his boss

But when you ever were to ask him what the heck he did to change the power dynamics so much in his favour, he plays innocent so I guess one point to him (although we all know better)

Back to your more private life, he may not seem like it but Azul can be one heck of a possessive guy

He won't jump the mailman, Azul knows that there is a point where his feelings get a bit too much (huh, so he is self aware?) but if you dare to bring a friend of your over? Uh... you still have friends?

I thought a certain person living with you scared all of them away

So let's say someone is still in a friendly relationship with you, nothing romantic, just friends

Let us call that person Example 1 (say hi to Example 1, Example 1 say hi to the reader)

Azul won't mind them coming over, he won't mind cooking for them, he won't mind playing nice with Example 1 but he will mind if they decide to come more than once

That glare he will send them will make them wonder if they get to see the light of the next dawn one more time

And perhaps the merman has another side job he hasn't told you about. And maybe that job allows him to do things that make the police gag

Shout out to the crime scene cleaners. Why is there even stuff from, you know what, on the ceiling? Maybe red paint will make the stains less noticeable. Oh god renovating this place will cost a fortune

Rook Hunt: the man, the legend, the not-so-sane hunter who could (and probably would if laws weren't a thing) shoot you simply for fun

Said man, legend, absolute menace to society, is not someone who is easily scared. Heck, he can probably hear dust falling to the ground for to his trained hearing which makes sneaking up on him absolutely impossible

What he cannot hear though is the almighty power of an author who decides to put him into a different world simply for the lols

So when the floor suddenly disappears and reappears two meters lower the poor man can't help himself but to stumble rather unelegant (unlike his usual self) into the wall, searching for something to hold on to just to smash his side against it

Wall-1:0-Rook

That does not change the situation though and the more or less mad hat-wearer gets a broom flung at his head

Rook is not someone who will sit around and do nothing though

After a lot of explaining (and you standing over him with a pan in hand for self-defense) you decide that his confused and lost self is a lot less charming than his usual one and you just allow him to stay

He will bring home edible plants and freshly shot meat (and if you live a meat-free lifestyle he will simply bring a bigger amount of edible flora)

WILL (and there is no escape from it) flirt with you in French (and now all my French readers, we all feel outraged by his bad translations)

But this is Rook so, of course, you think that this is just his usual chatter

He will also help you around the house. Your home has never been cleaner (I am convinced Vil controls Pomefiore for dust with white gloves)

He is great at ironing. Those long sleeves must have been great practice material

This reminds me, there had been an incident where he had been carrying your laundry from the cleaner and you bumped into him, leading him to crash into the exact same spot against the wall once more

Since that day Rook and that wall have a burning hatred for each other (more like Rook against the wall) and due to other events it's now 5:0 for the wall

But of course, we can't just focus on the lalala dreamland stuff

Once the dog of your neighbor decided to rip some of your stuff you owned and kept on your property to pieces

Your neighbor being an annoyance decided that “No, I won't pay. You should have looked out that MY dog wouldn't do that.”

Remember that Rook enjoys hunting?

Now, your neighbor doesn't know that so when they find their “little darling” dead in front of their house they can't reconnect it to you

Two nights later they wake up in a forest of some kind, that new roommate of yours staring down at them from a tree with an amused gaze, telling them he will let them have a headstart by one minute

Long story short, they weren't seen again

The young hunter may be a bit… much but he knows when to be discreet when he needs to be

And would you look at that? You also start to get frightened, leaving your home less and less

I mean, there have been disappearances around your neighborhood but look at the bright side, now you won't feel like someone is watching you from somewhere every time leave the house

He has a notebook that is just about you. From daily occurrences and what you did to your worries to your likes, hobbies and much more

Since Rook is Rook he will snuggle against you when you sleep and I don't mean this in a manner of you two sharing beds. Oh no, he has his own little space to sleep

This creep will slip into your bed just to carefully cuddle with you for an hour once you are asleep, then it's back to his own bed

Rook's list of victims grows double as fast as the list of great experiences he has with you

But not like that matters. All of them could disappear for all he cares. All he needs is you. Just you. Nothing else. Such a simple request, right?

#yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland x reader #yandere twst x reader #self aware au #twisted wonderland azul #twst azul #twst rook #twisted wonderland rook #azul ashengrotto x reader #yandere azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto #yandere azul x reader #twsited wonderland azul #yandere azul #azul x reader #yandere rook #yandere rook hunt #twst rook x reader #yandere rook x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook x reader #tw: yandere #tw: stalking #tw: implied violence #tw: death #tw: murder #tw: manipulation #tw: unhealthy relationship

[wavehala]

JJK CHARACTERS WHEN YOU'RE ON YOUR PERIOD

pairing : jjk characters x female reader

characters : gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, kamo choso

warnings : mentions of explicit content

as you can tell i'm on my period (yes of course i am craving physical touch as well but that is not your business). also english isn't my first language so please keep that in mind while reading this piece of garbage

GOJO : HE WOULD BE SO DRAMATIC FOR NO REASON JUST TO IRRITATE YOU. but for real he would take your period as an excuse to be clingier than ever. he would be spooning you the exact moment he arrives back home despite your protests. ao basically, he's not leaving your side with the excuse that "you need to rest" but we all know that satoru just wants to cuddle you for the rest of the evening and take care of you of course. according to him, your skin feels softer whenever you get your period and he wants to cuddle you the entire day. however, don't get it twisted. even though he's a menace to society, he will buy you anything you want to eat and spoil the hell out of you because, in the end, he's totally aware of how painful your period can be most of the time. you mentioned pancakes a few days ago? he's making them in this precise moment. deep inside he cares, a lot, and he will make sure to show that he does. and trust, he is not ashamed AT ALL of going shopping for pads. no he's not going to ask the size of your pussy. but do not worry, gojo satoru will make sure you lay down on your stomach and will massage your back if it is necessary. the bitch will also raise your t-shirt and leave a trail of kisses on your back to raise tension between you. everything while his hand is caressing your waist carefully, as if you were about to break. "i will make sure you massage my back as well don't worry". "not now satoru". oh, also there will be times when this man won't care about your period when he wants to have sex with you so be prepared for that 🤠

GETO : i am about to combust thanks to this man. geto would be overprotective BUT in his own personal way which makes it ten times better. first of all, he could instantly tell in a second when you’re feeling down or unwell. with that being said, he would assume every single task that you were supposed to do that day. he is cleaning the house, doing the dishes, organizing your bookshelf by alphabetical order, and many more. you then refused, obviously, because even you thought you could manage all your responsibilities despite the bothering headache that you had and the point that you felt like you were bleeding yourself to death with every step that you took. you could be in the kitchen doing the dishes out of guilt and geto would go like "BABE NO LET ME TAKE CARE OF IT". he would also carry you in a bridal style to your room when you don't listen to him. this time, he didn't drop you on the mattress, compared to the other times when you guys would have a makeout session. instead, he treated you delicately and then proceeded to kiss your forehead before saying "i got you babe, i'll clean things up and then come back to you. ok?". and all you could do is smile and thank him. and oh my god he is such a gentleman. while watching movies, he would make sure that you were resting your head on his chest while his hand was grazing your lower back. every now and then he would kiss your forehead and tell you how much he loved you. "are you feeling better?" he spoke in a deep, yet soft voice. "yeah, i cannot thank you enough". "don't, it's my duty as your boyfriend". he said while kissing your lips, and then proceeding to kiss your neck.

NANAMI : this man oh my fucking god. your period cycle was irregular as fuck., which was a bummer already. but nanami, despite the circumstances, always paid absolute attention to you in case you needed extra support from him. he even noticed your PMS symptoms before you did. this time, you had gotten your period last night, knowing perfectly that the next day would be the harshest for you according to your cycle. day twos were very chaotic and your personality was always messy. you know: cramps, headaches, mood swings, cravings, all of them at once. what was even worse is that you didn't want to make your boyfriend concerned about you. but your plan was ruined the moment he asked if everything was okay when he called you from work. you responded with a faint "good, why do you ask?", and that was enough for him to hang up after saying "don't worry sweetie, i'll be home in ten minutes". and now here you are, curled up in bed with a hot pack in your abdomen and scrolling through your phone in order to ease the aggravating cramps that just kept getting worse and worse. suddenly you heard the distant sound of the keys in your front door and the rustling of plastic bags at your doorstep. what's funny is that you didn't even move at all to check if it was him, because you already could tell it was. quick footsteps approached the doorframe of your shared room and he would pop up. "yuji is training with gojo, so i had the day off don't worry", he said while removing his tie and laying next to you in bed. "there was no need to do that, kento" you scolded, trying to hide your blushed cheeks. "it is a big deal, you sounded half dead on the phone". he scolded you back while hugging your waist.

CHOSO : MANS WOULD BE SO WORRIED. the first time you told him he would raid a supermarket because he has zero clue of what you need but that doesn't mean that he's gonna leave you unattended because #loyalty. trust the fact that he is going to order everything that you're craving, money is not a concern! choso would be asking you every twenty minutes if you need anything because he's very protective. and you feel bad for him as well. but boy oh boy, when you get those sharp cramps (the ones that feel like they're stinging your ass all of a sudden) and you try to hide your aching expression; he would definitely notice. he will straight up sit close to you and rub your back because he doesn't want to be too invasive. "are you ok?" is the only set of words you hear immediately after. "i just had cramps, nothing to worry about" you said while holding a smile, which you weren't faking because you were genuinely happy that choso was so cautious. "nonsense, come here" he immediately said while embracing you in his arms and cuddling you (carefully) in the couch. his hands were stroking your back while you were on top of his chest, when you finally felt like you could relax and take a breath of fresh air. "thank you choso". "it's okay, i enjoy doing this".

#jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #choso #choso headcanons #gojo satoru #gojo headcanons #choso fluff #gojo fluff #geto suguru #kamo choso #geto headcanons #geto fluff #nanami kento #nanami headcanons #nanami fluff #i fucking can't i need to marry at least one of them #wavehala

[queenofallimagines]

Your number 1 dick rider is baaacckkk<33

Aizawa has a breeding kink. All his chaotic kids he teaches? Yeah, he wants some biological ones with you.

For sure, after taking care of class 1-A and being an adoptive father to eri he thinks giving her a younger sibling will be good for her. Absolutely blows your shit out the frame, that is a man on a MISSION 😭 don’t even joke about it bc he will straight up tell you yes

“You fuck like you’re trying to knock me up or something shota.”

“Because I am.”

He has like a calendar of when he fucks you to keep track of to see when it will take. Subtlety starts Rawing you too like?? All of a sudden Mr, go grab the condoms is too excited to remember to use one. He will shrug if you bring it up

“Don’t walk around looking that fine then” man is a menace to society

#my writing #x black reader #my hero academia aizawa #aizawa and reader #aizawa shōta #aizawa smut #answered asks

[here2bbtstrash]

Yoongi fingering u till u squirrttttttt

my god, anon. i don't know what to tell you. this was supposed to be a short lil drabble like the rest and then..... that that live yoongi happened and i. uh. my brain short-circuited. the thirst for this man overtook me. i think i just wrote the nastiest porn of my whole career lmao.

so anyway uhhhhhh - HOPE YOU ENJOY 🤪

pairing: yoongi x reader wordcount: 4.8k DO NOT FUCKING @ ME contains: my first ever OT7 scene :') ft. an incredibly dumb conversation abt squirting, best friend's friend to lovers (? idk what else to call it lmao), squirt god min yoongi (yes that's a warning), yoongi is in his that that live outfit bc i'm a menace to society, a lil bit of edging, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, and obv. a whoooole lot of tongue and finger fucking and SQUIRTING 💦💦💦

“Remember that girl I took home last night?”

You just know Taehyung is about to say something gross by the look in his eye, the way he bites down on the edge of his red solo cup as he glances around the circle of his friends.

Well, his friends and you. There’s a clear distinction.

A few heads nod, shoulders shrug. You brace yourself.

“Fucking geyser, I’m serious. Soaked my whole bed. I had to sleep on the couch.”

Hoseok’s loud cackle rings in your ears, and he has to cling to Jimin’s arm to stay upright, clearly already well past tipsy. “I was wondering why you were washing your sheets! That’s typically a once-a-year activity for you, Taehyung-ah!”

You make sure Seokjin doesn’t miss the death glare that you aim in his direction. He dragged you to this stupid party, said otherwise he’d spend the whole time in the corner reading webtoons on his phone. And now you have to tolerate the absolute fuckery of his nasty friends.

He grimaces a silent apology back at you, bringing one hand up to smack Tae firmly on the back of the head.

“She peed?!” Jungkook’s eyes are wide as he pauses with his own drink halfway to his mouth.

Everyone reacts at once: Hoseok quite literally doubles over, Taehyung fights to keep the corners of his mouth from turning up, Jimin gives an aggressive side-eye, Seokjin covers his face with his hand. Even Yoongi reacts, smiling a rare wide smile, shoulders shaking a little with laughter.

Namjoon takes the educational opportunity, clapping a hand firmly to Jungkook’s back. “Do you know what squirting is?”

You watch as Jungkook’s eyes flit across the circle. “I thought it was pee,” he admits, voice a little quieter this time.

“You are so fucking dumb,” Jimin says, shooting Jungkook a look of utter disgust. Hoseok is literally on the floor at this point.

“It’s, uh…” Namjoon makes a face as he searches for the right words. “Female ejaculate.”

“Girl cum?” Jungkook translates.

“I don’t care if it was piss, it was fucking hot,” Taehyung says as he downs the last of his drink.

“You’re disgusting,” Seokjin says with a shake of his head as he offers a hand to help Hoseok to his feet. Taehyung sticks his tongue out, waggling it side-to-side, which just sends Hoseok right back down again with another peal of laughter.

“I’ve never hooked up with a squirter,” Jungkook says softly, like he’s a little disappointed.

You open your mouth to speak up, as the only person with a vagina currently partaking in the conversation, but Yoongi beats you to it. “You just don’t know what you’re doing.”

His words surprise you for a second, but you shake it off and continue. “Not every girl can squirt. Most can’t.” You shrug slightly.

“That’s not true,” Yoongi counters, and you whip your head to look at him.

“What the fuck do you know, Min Yoongi?” The words leave your mouth before you can stop them. You don’t know why Seokjin thought it was a good idea to bring you around his friends, when he knows you have no filter.

Yoongi raises a hand, as if to signal that he’s not trying to fight. “I’m just saying. Once you learn what to do, anyone can get there. Just takes some patience. And a lot of foreplay. But I’ve never not made a girl squirt.”

You roll your eyes. “Well, I’ve never squirted.”

It takes a moment for you to realize what you’ve set yourself up for, and you have to fight the urge to clap a hand over your mouth. The same response ripples through the group a millisecond later: eyes widening, lips pursing in silent expressions of shock.

“I think I need another drink– should we all go?” Namjoon asks, extremely unsubtle.

Before you can scramble to even think, let alone say anything, he’s got his arms around Taehyung and Jungkook’s shoulders and is shoving them towards the kitchen. Seokjin and Jimin work together to peel Hoseok off the floor and quickly follow.

Which just leaves you, Yoongi, and a very interesting proposition.

“So, are we doing this?” You ask bluntly.

Yoongi shrugs. “Only if you want to.”

You shoot him a look. “Don’t act all shy now, squirt god!” He exhales a soft laugh, and you gesture to the stairs. “Lead the way.”

It’s only once you’re perched on the end of his bed, eyes roving over the minimal, clean space of his room, that your nerves start to betray you. Yoongi sets his drink on the dresser next to yours, then drops down beside you.

You stare at the floor, unsure of what to do next, vaguely aware of his bent knees poking out of the large holes in his light wash jeans. He gently rests a hand on your thigh, and you’re wound up enough that you flinch at his touch.

“We seriously don’t have to do this.”

“Why do you keep saying that?” You ask, feigning ignorance and trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“Might have something to do with the fact that this is the first one-on-one conversation we’ve ever had.”

You meet his gaze, a little surprised by the open expression on his face. You’ve always seen him as so reserved. “You don’t exactly say much.”

Yoongi shrugs like he can’t disagree. “Hard to get a word in with those guys sometimes.” He pauses, like he’s debating whether or not to keep talking, then continues. “And I figured Jin was playing some long game with you, so I was trying to be respectful.”

You make a face of sheer disbelief. “What?! Seokjin is my best friend, Yoongi. Period, end of sentence. It’s not like that and never has been.”

“Huh.”

He’s quiet for a moment, and you can’t read the expression on his face. You turn towards Yoongi, pulling one bent leg up on the bed to fully face him. “What was that noise supposed to mean?”

“That’s just… interesting.”

“Stop being cagey.” You drive a finger into his side and he squirms a little. “What’s interesting?” Does he know something about Seokjin that he’s keeping from you?

“Well, I was clearly operating under false pretenses. Otherwise I probably would’ve acted differently around you.”

“Differently how?” You quickly chase his vague statement, pushing him, trying to understand. Yoongi doesn’t respond immediately, but the bed shifts as he mirrors your position, turning to open himself up to you. “What would you have done, Yoongi?” You try again, getting frustrated.

A shiver runs down your spine as he brings a hand to gently cup your jaw, his touch feather-light. His thumb strokes over your cheek and you swear your heartbeat falters.

“This,” he says simply, his voice deeper than you’ve ever heard it. And then he brings his mouth to yours.

His lips are soft and warm as they brush over yours, if a little tentative, like he expects you to pull away at any second. But the heat of his mouth ignites a spark in your belly that you’re suddenly desperate for more of.

You move your mouth against his, chasing the feeling as you bring a hand to the nape of his neck. Your fingers wind through his dark hair– you’d noticed when he walked in the door tonight how long it’s gotten, had thought absent-mindedly to yourself that it looked good on him.

Your head spins. Min fucking Yoongi. How is this real life? You’d honestly never thought twice about him– just lumped him in with the rest of Seokjin’s dumb friends. It’s starting to occur to you that maybe overlooking him was a mistake.

That suspicion is confirmed when he slips his tongue into your mouth to slide expertly over yours.

You run your other hand up his chest, fingers tracing the buttons of his overshirt, then the smooth cotton of the tank top beneath it. The wet heat of his mouth is already making you dizzy.

Yoongi brings a hand to the small of your back, moving the other from your jaw down to meet it. He shifts a little, but he doesn’t break away from you, and you gasp softly into his mouth when both hands drop to your ass to pull you into his lap in one smooth motion. Your knees press into the mattress on either side of him, your hips settling on top of his.

He kisses you for a second longer, tongue stroking over yours deftly enough that you can barely suppress the whimper it works out of you. Then he finally pulls back to glance up at you. His lips are full and pink, his chest heaving with shallow breaths. The unbuttoned linen shirt he’s wearing has slipped off one shoulder, exposing smooth skin and solid muscle.

There’s a look on his face, mouth dropped open slightly, like he can’t quite believe this is really happening. You can relate.

“Still want to do this?” Yoongi asks quietly, voice still low and a little hoarse now. His hands are pressed to your hips, thumbs tracing light patterns over the fabric of your jeans.

You can hardly find your voice to speak– when the word comes out, it’s a whisper, and one you can’t say emphatically enough. “Yes.”

He tilts his head up towards you and your lips find his, needier this time. There’s an undeniable ache in your core now, desire spreading through you like a licking flame. Yoongi’s hands start to move over your back, dragging the hem of your shirt up, and you break away from him only for as long as it takes to peel it over your head. You press your mouth to his again before the fabric has even hit his bedroom floor.

Yoongi’s kisses are sloppier now, tongue tasting yours with added urgency, momentarily rendering you breathless. You follow his lead, hands grasping to push his overshirt down his arms, then reaching to tug at his tank top. It’s like you can’t move fast enough– you’re shaking a little as he leans back, raising his arms to allow you to pull it off. You feel the heat of his touch at the center of your spine, and then he’s slipping your bra off, too, everything tossed off the edge of the bed to join your shirt.

The brush of his hands over your bare skin, running up the curve from your hip to your waist, is enough to make you shiver under his palms, nipples tightening.

Yoongi licks his lips as his eyes roam appreciatively over your body, but then his gaze meets yours again, and in a way this moment of anticipation feels more intimate than anything you’ve done tonight. You in his lap, both of you naked from the waist up, faces flushed with heat and want. Hovering at the precipice of something you don’t have words for.

“Lay down for me,” he says quietly. The darkness of his voice thrums through you.

You do as he says, thighs shaking slightly as you slide off of him and move to settle against the soft pillows with a slow inhale. You can only watch, dazed, as Yoongi gets to his feet– you swallow hard at the sound of his belt hitting the floor. He slips out of his ripped jeans, down to just his black boxer-briefs.

When he crawls up the bed to join you, you’re transfixed by the way his silver necklaces dangle, catching the dim lamplight. He kneels to one side of you, hands coming to unbutton the fly of your jeans and push them down your thighs. You do the rest, peeling them all the way off and tossing them to the floor.

His hands slide up your thighs, one encouraging your legs apart while the other rubs gently back and forth, his touch sending sparks through you. You can feel your heartbeat at the center of your ribcage, swear you can see it in the rise and fall of your chest as you glance up at him looking down over you.

“Stop me if you’re going to come, okay?”

You nod your understanding, but he must be able to read the confusion painted on your face. He shifts up the bed to lean over you, his breath ghosting along the shell of your ear.

“Save it for me, and I’ll show you what that pussy can do.”

Yoongi chases the words with a languid stripe licked up your neck, and it’s enough to make your brain short-circuit.

Never in your life has a man preemptively warned you to not come. Most of them have struggled to make it happen at all. You can’t help but wonder if you really did underestimate Yoongi’s abilities.

It certainly feels that way as he continues to press hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and chest, bringing one hand to gently cup and massage your breast as he goes, the pad of his thumb circling your nipple. His mouth catches up to his touch, and he sucks in the bud of that breast while his hand moves to work the other just the same.

“Fuck, Yoongi,” you breathe.

Everything he’s doing is intoxicating, enough that there’s now a steady pulse emanating from between your legs. When he shifts to pull your other breast into his mouth, tongue swirling over your nipple in a way that makes you whimper and arch into him, he drops one of his legs down onto the mattress between your thighs.

You take advantage of the opportunity presented to you, thighs squeezing and hips canting up to drag your core over the smooth muscle of his leg, desperate for contact, for friction. Yoongi releases your nipple from between his teeth, giving a self-satisfied hum that you can feel buzz in his throat against your skin.

“Getting worked up already?” His words are punctuated by the kisses he trails down the valley between your breasts. “Keep going,” he urges.

Your mind is swimming with arousal, and each pass of your cunt over his thigh is enough to further dampen your now soaked-through panties. You’re not sure how much more worked up you could get. But Yoongi is clearly determined to find your limit.

When he shifts to move his mouth further down your body, he quickly replaces the thigh you’ve been grinding into with his hand, cupping over your center, his whole palm rubbing circles into the lace of your panties that make your clit twitch. You writhe under him as he sucks a mark into your hip bone, pulling sounds out of you: a mixture of heady groans at the welcome friction and soft whines at how indirect the pressure still is. You need more, more– you lift up to press your hips into his touch in search of relief. 

All too quickly, the motion of his palm stills, and you can’t help the strangled noise that escapes you. Both of his hands slip down your body, coming to rest at your hips, and his thumbs hook under your panties to push them down your thighs.

You fumble for a second, lifting your knees up to your chest to finish pulling your underwear over your ankles. As you fling your last article of clothing off the side of the bed and attempt to lower your legs down, you’re surprised to feel Yoongi’s hands pressing firmly into the backs of your thighs.

“Stay just like that,” he instructs, and you listen, crossing your ankles and following the encouragement of his touch to keep your legs pulled up, your bare cunt fully exposed for him.

You don’t know what to expect next– his fingers, maybe his tongue– but it’s certainly not what he does, which is look up at you and calmly ask, “How do you feel?”

Your answer is not a word in any language; it’s somewhere between a moan and a noise of pure frustration. Folded in half for him like this, you swear you can feel arousal starting to drip out of your pussy.

“That’s pretty good,” Yoongi remarks, lazily bringing one hand up to encircle your ankle in his grasp, enjoying his free rein over your body as it’s offered up to him. Even that gentle touch is enough to make your cunt clench around nothing. “But I think we can do better.”

You nod your head in a silent request as you watch him lean down onto the mattress, lowering himself to be eye-level with your pussy. “Haven’t even tasted you yet.”

“Please, Yoongi,” you gasp, and you can feel his breath over you, the heat and anticipation sending a bolt of electricity straight to your core.

“Just remember to stop me,” he warns, and then he leans forward to lick a thick stripe up your cunt. You cry out at the sensation, the wetness and warmth of his tongue sliding through your folds, and your head kicks back against the pillow as you feel his fingers gently part your inner lips for better access.

He pulls away for a fraction of a second, just long enough to hum softly and murmur “so fucking wet” under his breath. Your hands grip the bedsheets as he dives back in with even more enthusiasm, spreading you wide open.

The heat he’s been building up in you all night is coiling devastatingly tight in your core now– your head is spinning, your nipples so stiff that they ache. The thought of asking him to stop, and probably soon, from how deliberately he’s eating you out, feels nearly impossible.

Yoongi seems to settle in as he falls into a pattern with his movements: lazily circling your entrance a few times before delving in and fucking you all-too-briefly with his talented tongue, enough to make your walls squeeze greedily around him. After a few more thrusts he withdraws, using a long lick to drag your collected wetness up, his tongue pressing flat and heavy. When he reaches your clit he flicks gently over the sensitive bud a few times, eventually pulling it into his mouth to suck, eliciting a loud moan from you.

“Oh fuck, fuck, Yoongi–”

You swear you can feel him smiling smugly as he returns to your entrance to start again, somehow both sloppy and precise, humming a little in a way that sends a devastating wave of vibrations through you.

He keeps everything so slow it’s nearly torture, building up the tightening pressure inside of you a little more with each pass, but purposefully never staying so consistent that you tip over the edge– just leaving you wet enough to drown in. You can’t stop the moans and whimpers he pulls out of you now, the way your hips jerk under his mouth.

He’s fucking good at this.

You lose track of how many times he goes through the process, until you’re wound so tight with arousal you think you might burst.

“Yoongi,” you whine, and he must be able to hear the change in your voice.

Yoongi’s mouth freezes, lips still wrapped around your clit. His hands move to your thighs, gently ushering your feet to return to the mattress on either side of his head, your legs still spread wide, so he can see you. He hums around you as if to ask a question, and your hips shudder beneath him.

That must be a good enough answer, because he pulls off of you, reaching up to wipe an errant strand of slick from his bottom lip. Everything about him in this moment makes your pussy throb: his mouth, nose and chin are all coated in your juices, the results of his efforts, and his pupils are blown black with lust and something that looks like determination.

You have no idea how long it’s been since you disappeared up the stairs together. Hours, maybe days. Yoongi certainly looks like he could do this forever.

“Gonna come?” He murmurs, nuzzling his cheek absent-mindedly against your inner thigh as he holds your gaze.

“I–” He hasn’t let you get that close yet, but you feel so fucking full, like your core isn’t capable of holding onto any more pleasure. “I can’t take any more,” you say, and the desperation in your own voice sounds so ridiculous to you that you let out a crazed laugh. “I’m gonna fucking die, Yoongi.”

“Yeah?” There’s a glint in his eyes, like he’s not going to let you tap out that easily. “What if I do this?”

His tongue returns to your clit, but this time he’s no longer teasing. His rhythm is consistent now, lapping against you in short, deliberate strokes, over and over. You can feel every muscle in your core tensing as he works you relentlessly towards your peak.

When your back starts to arch, it takes everything in you to say his name. “Yoongi,” you gasp, and he knows you’re about to come, must be able to tell by the way you start to shake underneath him. You cry out a sound that’s nearly a sob when he pulls back quickly and everything comes to a screeching halt. It’s like you can feel your orgasm being ripped out from under you.

“Oh my god,” you whine, hips grinding down into the mattress, desperate for any possible friction. “I’m so fucking close, Yoongi, please.”

His eyes linger hungrily over your pussy, the mess he’s made of you. Keeping his touch light, he gently traces a finger over your inner lips, clearly admiring the way it makes you tremble.

“Seems like you’re ready.”

You’d almost forgotten the point of all of this, the initial conversation in the kitchen, the fact that the man now lazily running a finger through your dripping folds is supposedly capable of making anyone squirt and that you are putting him to the test. You already believe it wholeheartedly– you’re just not sure you’ll survive long enough to see it.

Yoongi sits up, shifting to kneel to one side of you, hands encouraging your legs to spread even wider. When he starts to speak, you try as best you can to focus on his words, dizzy as you are with overwhelming need.

“I’m gonna press pretty hard, okay? When it feels like you have to pee, push it out instead of trying to hold it in. I promise, it’s not pee.” He pauses, laughing softly to himself, then adds, “And if it is, honestly, I don’t give a fuck.”

You look up at him, your mind reeling, and you’re not expecting it when he ducks down to kiss you. You taste yourself on his lips and tongue.

“Don’t be nervous,” he murmurs as he pulls back. “Just relax and let go. I’ll go until you tell me to stop.” Your heart flutters a little behind your ribs at the softness in his voice, and you nod.

Your breath hitches as you feel Yoongi’s hand return to your center, two fingers moving down slowly to tease at your entrance. The fire in your belly ignites at the soft squelching noise he makes as he circles, just shy of entering you, dampening his digits with your juices.

Relief washes through you as he presses in, and you tip your head back on the pillow with a soft groan. Your lashes flutter as you fight to keep your eyes open, heavy-lidded with lust, to watch him at work.

“Shit,” you hiss as he curls his fingers up to press against your front wall, finding your g-spot like someone who knows exactly what he’s doing. He pushes harder, falling into a steady rhythm, and the pleasure feels like a heavy weight in your gut now. A tingling sensation starts to hum through your limbs.

You’re panting, nearly gasping for breath as he rubs against you, each thrust of his hand accompanied by the slick sounds of your cunt. Your abdomen tightens as the pressure in your core builds, and you really do feel like you’re going to burst, overflow completely.

“Yoongi,” you breathe, “I–I’m– I’m gonna–”

“Push,” he reminds you, and you do just that as the wave crashes over you. A release like nothing you’ve ever felt before rips through you, and you’re so overcome by the feeling that it takes you a few seconds to remember to look down. Shakily tilting your head up, you see clear fluid gushing out of you each time Yoongi pulls back.

When he sees you’re watching, he withdraws entirely, bringing four soaked fingers to your clit to rub fast circles that make you moan loudly as your muscles spasm again. Without his hand there to block it, you watch as an unbroken stream of fluid rushes out of you, spraying over the sheets of his bed.

“Oh my god,” you whine, and you have to tilt your head back and squeeze your eyes shut for a moment just to focus on the feeling alone. “Oh my god.”

Yoongi makes a little noise of appreciation, fingers returning to your entrance, the wet sounds of your cunt now obscene as he pushes in again. “Fuck yeah. So fucking sexy.”

You arch up into his touch as he resumes the firm stroking of his fingers, pounding into your g-spot, hard enough to make your legs shake. When another wave of pleasure rolls through you, you don’t even have to think about it this time. Your body instinctively remembers Yoongi’s instructions, bursts of arousal shooting out of you as you moan softly with each pump of his hand.

“Fuck fuck fuck fuck,” you gasp in time with his movements.

“Holy shit,” Yoongi rasps as he draws his fingers out again, and you hear him groan when he returns to your clit and easily works even more wetness out of you. “You just keep fucking coming. Gonna soak my fucking sheets.”

You can barely process what he’s saying. “M-more, Yoongi, please.”

“Yeah,” he breathes, “I’ll give you more.” He adds another finger, driving the thrust of his hand deliberately into the weight at the center of your core, and the stretch only makes you come that much faster. Your pussy starts to quiver as he fucks you through it.

“Yoongiiiii,” you groan, dragging out his name as you squirt again and again. He keeps alternating, fingers slipping into you and working up more, then pulling out to press his hand flat against your whole pussy, rubbing indirectly over your clit. Wetness splashes out of you in endless spurts, soaking your cunt, his hand, the bed. It feels like you're coming for hours.

“No more, no more,” you finally gasp, and when you bring your hand to close over his wrist, Yoongi takes the cue and withdraws.

Your pussy, thighs, even the muscles in your ass are all trembling from overstimulation. As your knees drop in towards each other, you take a moment to let your eyes close, your pulse still racing. You feel absolutely spent.

You can’t believe you just did that. You had no idea your body was capable of such a thing. And before you can even think to stop it, you start to laugh, bringing both hands up to cover your face.

“Oh my god,” you manage to choke out between giggles, your voice muffled in your palms.

You’re vaguely aware of the mattress shifting beside you, and when you pull your hands away, Yoongi is seated next to you, running one hand gently over your arm. “Jesus, are you okay?” When you nod, he seems to relax a little.

“Yeah, but holy shit,” you gasp. “I should’ve taken you more seriously.” Your limbs feel like jello, your mind absolutely gone– you’ve officially been fingerfucked into oblivion. “I nearly died.”

“That was fucking insane,” Yoongi admits, looking mildly dazed himself. You follow his gaze across the bedspread, and your eyes go wide.

“Oh fuck, Yoongi,” you press a hand to your mouth, attempting to hold back more laughter, as you take in the extent of the damage. “Your sheets!”

A sizable wet spot has bloomed under your ass, right in the center of the bed and extending nearly half a foot down towards the end, clear as day against his gray-blue sheets.

“Why didn’t you stop me?!”

“Are you kidding?” He practically growls, free hand palming at the bulge in his briefs. “I’ll take watching you gush like that any day. I can sleep on the couch, I don’t give a fuck.”

It takes all the strength you can muster, given that your limbs still feel like they’re made of lead, but you manage to roll over onto your side to face him. You catch his working hand by the wrist with yours. “There’s always… my bed.”

“Yeah?” A smile plays at the corner of his mouth. “Think your pussy can recover on the ride over?”

You laugh softly, glancing down at the mess he’s made of you, the lingering sheen from his mouth and your own fluids. “I’m honestly not sure. She might be out of commission.” You do your best to feign innocence when you meet his gaze again with a coy smile. “But my throat is very available.”

Yoongi is already reaching for his jeans. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

#yoongi smut #yoongi x reader #bts smut #bts x reader #anonymous

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Stress Relief

AN: I officially hate this man now. Fucking menace to society. Pretty much wrote this in a lustfilled frenzy lmao. I have pieces that have been my drafts for well over a month and, what does my brain decide to do? Vomit out Taehyun smut. Don't be shocked if you see a Beomgyu piece next. I have a lot of feelings about those two lately.

Synopsis: After a particularly frustrating workout session, your boyfriend is still very pent up. Fortunately for him, he has a girlfriend who will happily let him take it out on her. Heads up: Kang Taehyun x Fem! Reader, pwp, established relationship, Hard Dom! Taehyun, Sub! Reader, dirty talk, pet names, choking (f. receiving), facefucking (f. receiving), degradation (f. receiving), praise (f. and m. receiving), not titfucking but, Taehyun rubs his cock on Reader's boobs briefly, pussy spanking (f. receiving), unprotected piv sex, slight Possessive! Taehyun, slight objectification (f. receiving), overstimulation (f. receiving), creampie, very brief mention of blood due to nail scratches, and Taehyun gets off on seeing Reader's tears.

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Taehyun reminds himself not to slam the apartment door behind him. He's an adult. Adults don't slam the door just because they have a shitty day.

The apartment is silent. He guesses you're in the bedroom is proven correct when he sees you vegging out on your shared bed. You're completely focused on whatever it is you're doing on your phone and, you fail to notice him taking you.

Seeing you acts as somewhat of a balm for his anger.

You startle when he drops his gym bag onto the floor, "Hyunnie, when did you get back? You scared me."

"Just a bit ago," he responds, making his way over to you. He smiles when you let out a quiet oof as he rests himself on top of you, nuzzling into your neck as his hands familiarise themselves with your thighs.

He closes his eyes when your hands reach up to rub his back and fiddle with his hair.

"Not that I'm complaining, but what's inspired this?" You ask partly amused at your boyfriend and, partly concerned.

"What? I can't just cuddle my girlfriend?" He asks against your skin, privately taking great delight in how you shudder at his lips and breath against your skin.

"You absolutely can cuddle your girlfriend, but you tend to only do this when something upsets you or makes you mad," you retort, "you also usually take a shower straight after the gym so, I know you're probably mad mad."

Well, leave it to you to read him like the back of your hand.

"Just some fucking asshole at the gym. And dealing with that put me in a shit mood so, I couldn't focus on my workout," he responds darkly against your skin, not taking notice of his grip tightening.

"I'm sorry to hear that, baby," you say softly, massaging his scalp in the way you know makes him melt against you.

You would never revel in your boyfriend being upset, but a part of you always finds it insanely attractive when he gets angry like this.

"It's okay, you have nothing to be sorry for," he groans against your neck, pressing kisses against the skin there.

"Still, I don't like seeing you so upset," you respond, cupping his face and making him meet your lidded gaze.

Taehyun is a very observant man. You are not the only one who can read the other incredibly well.

"Really? Because the way you're looking at me right now would say otherwise," he muses. Before you can stutter out a response, he presses his lips against yours. Not giving you any opportunity to catch your breath, licking into your mouth immediately.

His grip on your thighs is bruising now as your hands fist the back of his shirt.

Your hips buck up into his when his teeth nip at your bottom lip, one of his hands coming up to ghost around your throat.

"Please," you whine out softly, pressing further into him for any sort of relief.

"Begging already? You're more into this than I thought," your boyfriend muses, rolling his hips into you, allowing you to feel the drag of his hardening cock.

"Yes, Tae, please. Want you. Need you," you gasp desperately, your eyes rolling in the back of your skull as his grip tightens around your throat.

If you're this reactive to him being angry, maybe he should come home like this more often, he muses. Dark eyes taking in your already blissed out face. Your begging going straight to his cock, pre-cum smearing his boxers.

"Yeah? What do you want, baby?" He coos lowly into your ear, licking at the skin just below it as he continues to grind into you.

"Want you to touch me please," you moan out, quickly being reduced to a quivering mess with every brush against your clit. Even through all your respective layers of clothing, your boyfriend was very precise.

"I am touching you," he responds with a condescending grin, pressing down harder on the sides of your neck briefly to illustrate his point.

You try your best to articulate what you want, your mind going completely hazy, "I want you to touch me directly, please. My tits or my pussy or both, please. I'll take anything."

Well fuck, how could he deny you when you sounded so pathetic and pretty?

Taehyun pulls away from you briefly, and any protests die on your tongue when he impatiently tugs on your oversized shirt, tossing it somewhere on your bedroom floor. He stills for a moment to take you in, your breasts jiggling slightly with each of your laboured breaths and your wetness leaving a noticeable dark spot on your panties. Licking his lips, he wasn't sure where he'd like to start.

"Could you take off your shirt too, please?" You ask him shyly, and something familiar and affectionate settles in his system. You still get so bashful sometimes, and he thinks it's one of the cutest fucking things in the world.

"Of course, baby," he responds, tugging at his shirt and tossing it haphazardly as well. He doesn't fail to notice how your gaze turns even darker, mouth slightly agape as you take in his bare torso like you're seeing it for the first time.

Taehyun finally settles on what he wants first.

"Stay like that, baby. I'm going to fuck your mouth," he says and your reaction to his words his immediately. Your breathing becoming heavier as your thighs try and fail to subtly rub together to alleviate some of the ache he knows has settled between them.

All you do is nod as you watching him begin to take off his sweats and boxers as well, his cock an angry red and impossibly hard as it smacks against his ridiculously toned abdomen.

You've never felt more empty in your entire life.

You continue to watch transfixed as your boyfriend moves to straddle you in all his nude glory, his cock mere centimetres away from your face.

"See something you want?" He asks smugly, reaching down to languidly stroke himself in front of you, moaning both from the raw pleasure of it all and the desire to put on a bit of a show for you.

And it seems like it's working if the whimpers from your lips and your inability to not squirm as you stay completely focused on his cock are anything to go by.

"Hyunnie please," you breathe out, hands gripping the sheets harshly as your arousal seeps onto your upper thighs now.

"Please what? You know you have to tell me directly what you want," he groans out, hips slightly fucking into his fist.

"I want you to fuck my mouth, please," you moan, meeting his eyes this time around so, he knows you're serious and fast approaching the point of breaking.

"Open your mouth for me," he orders in a tone that leaves no room for questioning, groaning as you comply immediately.

"Such a good, obedient, little fucktoy," he moans, rubbing the tip of his cock along your awaiting tongue.

Your panties stick to you uncomfortably now, the familiar, slightly salty taste of him going straight to your pussy. You whimper slightly at his words, clenching around nothing as they wash over you.

"You love being my fucktoy don't you, baby? My personal slut to use however and whenever I want," he continues, pushing his cock further into your mouth slowly, eyes lidded as he watches your spit begin to coat him and dribble down your chin.

He smirks that arrogant smirk of his when all you can do is moan in response at his words and the weight of him against your tongue. Taehyun starts to pick up speed, fucking into your mouth faster as his hands find purchase on the headboard, his grip harsh.

He watches you the entire time, curses spilling from his mouth every time he bottoms out and your nose kisses his abdomen. At the beginning of your relationship, you struggled so much to get used to his girth, but now? You take him like a pro. It's like your throat was built to take his cock, and he tells you as much.

"My perfect, little cockslut. You take me so well, baby. Could cum down your throat right now," he moans, the tears spilling down your cheeks on further adding fuel to the fire as he continues to fuck into your mouth.

As much as Taehyun would love to see you struggle to swallow his cum, he has other plans in mind so with much self-restraint, he eases his cock out of you. Taking sadistic pleasure in the way you struggle to catch your breath and sputter slightly.

"Why'd you stop?" You ask a little hoarsely, your face scrunched up cutely in confusion. Fuck, if you kept looking at him like that, he might just pick up where he left off and cover your face in his essence.

"As much as I'd love to fuck your throat until you can't speak, I have other plans in mind," he responds, voice laced with dark promise as he shuffles downwards and rubs his spit and pre-cum covered cock against one of your breasts.

God, he fucking loves your tits.

He watches as his cock leaves wet trails all over your skin, taking special attention to circle one of your nipples with the head of his cock. The way you shudder and mewl underneath only serves to further invigorate him.

Eventually, he shuffles further downwards until he's nestled between your delectable thighs. Lidded eyes taking in your ruined panties and the juices smeared at the tops of your thighs.

You're so fucking hot and you were all his.

"You're soaked and all I've done is let you suck my cock," he mutters, grabbing his cock once more and lightly tapping your panty covered centre with it.

"Taehyun please," you whine out, your hips involuntarily lifting up in search of more.

The gasp that flies from your lips leaves you breathless as he harshly spanks your pussy over your panties, eyes intense as they meet yours.

"What did I say about using your words?" He asks like you're an idiot, the condescension only making your walls ache more.

"Please fuck me, Taehyun," you manage to utter, trying your best to stay still and behave.

"So you do know how to use your words," he responds with an upward tilt of his lips.

His hands making quick work of your panties.

Even after all this time, Taehyun thinks he'll never get used to the sight of you bare, soaked, and swollen with arousal for him. His cock twitching incessantly against his stomach.

"Such a fucking pretty pussy," he groans and means every word of it, shifting closer so he can align himself with your entrance.

You grow shy at his words, turning your head to the side to avoid his piercing gaze.

"None of that," he says, gripping your jaw and making you meet his eyes once more.

"You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, Princess," he groans and you know he's being sincere. Still, you can't help the embarrassment that sometimes rises up inside you.

"Thank you, Hyunnie," you respond, turning your head to give his thumb a gentle kiss in a display of affection.

"If you keep being so cute, I might have to fuck you full of my cum," he says, beginning to sink into your tight, wet, scorching pussy.

He watches intently as your eyes roll into the back of your head, your thighs already quivering around him just from the sensations of him sinking into you.

Usually he makes sure to prep you more, his girth still being a little too much for you sometimes but, he was so high strung that he had to feel you around him immediately or, he'd likely lose his mind.

You don't seem to be complaining though.

"Hy-Hyunnie," you babble out already just from the feeling of him finally bottoming out inside of you. He's so hard and thick and brushes all the right spots inside of you that you wouldn't be surprised if you came on his dick minutes from now.

"My little cockslut," he groans into your ear, moving his hand from your jaw back to your throat as he begins to move.

Taehyun doesn't give you much of an opportunity to adjust because his pace is unforgiving from the get-go. Stretching you out thoroughly on his cock over and over and over again while his grip on your neck remains consistent, tightening from time to time.

All you can do is lie there and take it. Fingernails dragging down his muscular back and high-pitched sounds of pleasure coupled with his name spilling from your lips.

"You're so big," you gasp out, fresh tears spilling down your face as your boyfriend fucks into relentlessly.

The praise shoots straight to Taehyun's dick and he gives you a particularly brutal thrust as a reward, his hand moving from your neck to draw quick circles against your swollen clit, "Yeah? You love my big cock inside of you, don't you, Princess?"

Between his words and his cock and fingers it's no wonder your orgasm slams into you viciously. Everything seizing all at once as you grip his cock like a vice and fresh wetness gushes on both of your thighs and your sheets. Fingernails likely leaving red marks in their wake on his back, but neither of you can bring yourselves to truly care.

Taehyun watches you fall apart beneath him. Your face completely blissed out as he continues to fuck you and, touch your clit. Fuck, you feel fucking amazing and Taehyun finds himself chasing his own release now. Eager to join you.

"You're so fucking hot. So fucking sexy when you cum on my dick," he groans into your neck, messily kissing the skin there once more.

"Tae, w-wait. Too much," you breathe out, feeling overwhelmed by his unrelenting thrusts into you and his fingers which have not let up on your swollen clit, even while you try to deal with the aftershocks of your climax.

"Good fucktoys take whatever they're given," he rumbles against your skin, gritting his teeth as your walls attempt to milk him for his cum.

You've barely ridden out your first orgasm before the second grips you even more viciously. This time, you're sure you've drawn blood from your boyfriend's skin. Tears flowing down your face freely now as the overstimulation completely wrecks you.

That's when Taehyun feels himself seize up as well. Making sure to bury himself to the hilt inside of you as he floods your walls with his seed, hands moving to grip your thighs to ground himself all the while. Broken moans spilling from his lips freely as his hips twitch and weakly move against you as he rides out his own release.

You both feel like human puddles as you lay in each other's arms, catching your respective breaths. Your hands move to stroke his hair while his soothingly massage your hips and thighs.

"How're you feeling?" He asks you quietly, looking up at you and inspecting your face through his bangs to make sure he wasn't too much. A small smile blooms on your face at your boyfriend's concern. Cute. "I'm okay. A little sore but okay nonetheless."

"Okay, good. I thought I might've been a bit too much," he says, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder in-between words.

"No, you were fine. You know I can take it, Hyunnie. You're more than welcome to take your anger out on me at any time," you respond with a coy smile, playing with the ends of his hair.

"Don't tempt me," your boyfriend says with a tone that's mostly joking but, there's an edge to it.

You know you two just had sex but, you can't the want that sits low and heavy in your gut from his words and his voice.

#kang taehyun smut #taehyun smut #txt smut

[tenchikotheartist]

Frick it, we ball

KISMET HEADCANNONS for some future fan stuff I wanna make... Goes with this post kinda

Under a cut because it's LONG (the fixation has been REAL)

Gen

They band was formed shortly after the events of Trolls 1. It's the only way they make sense in my mind's timeline.

Branch was trying to get more involved with Troll village without relying on Poppy to connect him with people. He formed his own group of friends, and they became Kismet after realizing how much they enjoyed harmonizing/performing together.

These guys give me frat boy energy for some reason. They just collectively become more chaotic when they're around each other. Yes, even Branch. He and Hype play hot potato with the braincell because otherwise, nothing would get done in this group.

As they got to know one another, teasing one another became their primary love language. Lots of jabs and quips will fly among them when they're together, but they each know it's all in good fun.

Branch

Branch kept his involvement in the band a secret because, well...y'know. He has complicated history with being in a boyband, so he wanted to explore his feelings about Kismet without being bombarded with input from people outside the group.

He's fond of his friends and genuinely enjoys being a part of the band though! He just wants to be sure he's a part of this boy band because he's happy being with them and not because he's trying to recapture something he'd lost 20 years ago.

At first, the others were (understandably) hurt by Branch's desire to keep his place in the band a secret, but after he explained his reasons, they were willing to support him.

They were absolutely thrilled when he finally becomes open about the band though!

During the secrecy period, when he performs in Pop Village, he hides his identity behind a disguise that somehow works (Branch, every time it works: "wtf????"), and he goes by a stage name.

Hype

Officially the group leader, but he's more of a mediator than anything. He relies on the rest of the group to give their input for any big band decisions, but he coordinates band meetings, schedules gigs, and works out compromises if there's any group conflicts.

He and Branch had been childhood friends before The Incident(s) estranged them. Back in the Troll Tree, they'd been neighbors whose parents (Branch's grandma; Hype's mom) set up on frequent playdates, so they'd been really close.

They reconnected after the events of movie 1, Hype introduced Branch to Trickee and later Boom. Trickee brought in Ablaze and the rest was history.

Hype is a social butterly but he's otherwise one of the more calm personalities in the group. He feeds off of other people's energy and is a bit of a people-pleaser. Luckily, he's pretty good at finding the right crowd to run with, otherwise he'd probably land in so much trouble.

Boom

Hype's cousin, and a big party person! Before the band took off, he DJ'd at a party venue in Pop Village. That same place was also where Kismet got their first gig!

He loves loud music and flashy parties where he can shine on the dance floor and make memories people he may only know for a night.

Peak ADHD Energy™. He's a chatterbox. He has no volume control. He tunnel visions so hard, he becomes that B99 headphones meme. The man has cool guy syndrome, no doubt about it!

For the creation of the Band earliest albums, Boom took charge as the producer. He loves messing with music, mixing and remixing sounds on his free time and experimenting with the genre.

Trickee

A thrill-seeking menace to society. He's adventurous and loves taking huge risks for the adrenaline rush. He's the type of guy who would go down a waterfall in a barrel or ski down a dangerous mountain just to see if he survives it.

Everyone in the band is in agreement about protecting Trickee from his own shenanigans. They are 70% of his self-preservation senses.

He also loves a party scene and can often be found with Boom leading the charge towards any good time.

You know that sense of dread before performing in front of a crowd? The way your belly flips and your heart races and you're sure you're shaking hard enough for everyone to see? Trickee lives for that shit when he's in the band. The jitters can get to him, for sure, but afterwards, the man is LIVING from coming out alive on the other side, and he's sharing that thrill with everyone else in the band!

Ablaze

A Rock Troll who has lived among the Pop Trolls since he was a teenager. He stumbled across them while looking for a place to belong, and despite what he was raised to believe about Pop Trolls, he came to love their warmth and friendliness. So he moved in and let everyone assume he was just an odd-looking Pop Troll.

He an Trickee are housemates (podmates?)--not for romantic reasons but because they're longtime friends. When Trickee moved out of his family's home, Ablaze invited him over, and they liked the living arrangement enough to keep it permanent.

At first, Ablaze isn't open about his identity as a Rock Troll, but as he grew closer with the other members of Kismet, he came out to them. By the events of Trolls 2, he's open about being a Rock Troll.

Ablaze's personality sits somewhere in the realm of both chaotic and laid back. On the outside, he's usually pretty chill, but if Boom or Trickee have trouble afoot, Ablaze is usually there egging them on in the background, much to Branch's dismay.

He becomes extremely energetic when he's performing. The more exciting the song, the more vibrant he becomes! The energy is one of the reasons he loves pop music so much, but he can also get hyped from performing rock music. He gets kinda intense though lmao.

The first time the rest of Kismet sees him jamming to rock, they're like "OH. He's definitely a rock troll O_O" They support their rock-n-roll brethren 🤟😔

He has a special interest in fire, particularly fireworks. Back in Pop Village, he even made a business of it, making small rockets, sparklers, and other celebratory items for all your Pop party needs.

Anyway that's all the headcannon stuff I'll share for now. Hope y'all liked reading xD I'm really hoping my attention span will stick around long enough for me to share more in the future, because this fixation has been A Time™/pos

#dreamworks trolls #trolls #trolls branch #trolls hype #trolls trickee #trolls boom #trolls ablaze #kismet #trolls kismet #kismet cc #kismet cd #headcannons #tenchiko has spoken #no art #apologies for any misspellings or the like #I really wanted to info dump before I make more stuff to throw in the queue

[partnerlesspansexual]

No, you kill it!

(Hobie Brown x Gn!reader)

Synopsis: Hobie being an absolute man baby

It's around 9:30 pm. You're nesting on a pile of soft blankets and cushions on the sofa in your and Hobie's shared flat, reading your favourite book and munching on your favourite snack, peacefully winding down after your stressful day at work.

But just as you're about to fully surrender your body to relaxation, you hear a shrill, high pitched scream come from the kitchen. You jolt upright, startled by the sudden loud noise and are curious as to what the hell just happened. After roughly 2 seconds of silence, a voice calls out from the kitchen.

"Y/N! Can you pop into the kitchen, please? Preferably NOW"

Hobie yells in distress.

You sigh as you effortlessly decipher who the voice belongs to. Then you begrudgingly drag yourself off your sofa nest and through to the kitchen (at a pace a lot slower than Hobie would prefer). When you reach the entrance to the kitchen, you lean on the doorway and fold your arms as you behold the site before you. Hobie is crouched on the kitchen counter, plunger in hand and is adorning an expression that gives the impression that he's just witnessed the most disgusting creature known to man. You smirk and raise your brows at him.

"Evening love. If you don't mind my asking, what the hell are you doing in here?"

You ask, your tone laced with exasperation as you eye your boyfriend with a suspicious stare. He points to a black speck in the middle of the kitchen floor with a shaky hand, and speaks as his voice quivers with fear.

"There's a s-spider"

He whimpers like a little boy who's just been severely traumatised. Your eyes widen before you burst out laughing, clutching your chest as it heaves with hearty chuckling. Tears begin to stream down your face as you try to contain your outburst of laughter; all the while Hobie is glaring at you as if you've just kicked him in his crown jewels.

"It's not funny"

He grumbles, crossing his arms like a moody toddler that has been denied sweets. After a moment, you're able to regain your composure and give Hobie a sarcastic look.

"Oh, but it is, my love. It truly is"

You saunter closer to him, a smug expression slowly spreading across your face.

"The great Spiderpunk himself, Mr Hobie Brown... is afraid of spiders? My my, the irony of this situation is just delectable"

You tease him as his cheeks flush a dark shade of red, his embarrassment becoming very visible. After a moment he rolls his eyes and bonks you on the head with his trusty plunger.

"Yes, yes, there'll be time to mock me later, but right now I have a favour to ask"

You eye him suspiciously, raising one of your brows at him

"Go on?"

He takes a deep breath before responding

"I need you to kill the spider for me"

You make a shocked face, pretending to feel sympathy for the 8 legged creature just to annoy Hobie

"Why would I do that? He's just a little guy, he's not hurting anyone"

You say with an overly sappy tone as Hobie looks you dead in the eyes and responds with

"That's a load of bollocks and you know it! That wanker is a menace to society"

He shouts passionately as he waves his plunger at the spider. You give a hearty chuckling and decide to put an end to Hobie's suffering.

"Alrighy, alright, princess. I'll pop him outside but I'm not killing him. Deal?"

You hold your hand out for a handshake, hoping this will satisfy Hobie's bloodlust and hatred for the tiny arachnid. He ponders for a moment and then returns the handshake with a nod.

"Deal"

You chuckle and shake your head as you crouch down to the floor, pick up the little spider and walk to the front door. But before you reach it, Hobie calls out to you again.

"Y/N!"

"Yeah?"

You yell back, wondering what on earth he could possibly want now

"Love you!"

He shouts as a warm flush spreads across your cheeks and you roll your eyes at his adorableness

"I love you too, you big baby"

You call back

(I know this isn't my best work but it's 10 pm and I'm so tired 😭)

#hobie brown x gn!reader #hobie brown x reader #gn reader #atsv hobie #atsv