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aroceu · 11 months

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i've been rewatching the good place with a friend lately so i've been thinking about it a lot and i just keep thinking

about how eleanor says so much that she's not a bad person, she's just a "medium" person. she didn't kill anyone, she didn't technically abuse anyone, she was selfish but not "horrible," she was human.

except when we see eleanor pre-death, we see something different. no, she didn't murder anyone. but she was pretty horrible. she was really good at lying to elderly people to sell them fake drugs. she abused her friend's dog. she lied to her coworkers to get out of driving for them at the bar. she felt so threatened by people feeling like they were better than her that when she saw concrete proof that a coffee shop manager was misogynistic and sexually assaulted someone, she enthusiastically supported the cafe to be contrary to her boyfriend.

she is very obviously a horrible person. even in season 2, michael calls her a manipulative demon; that's not something you get called if you're just a "medium" person. what we're told, and what her reasoning is a lie. but she doesn't know it. it's a lie to the viewers.

she also stands in stark contrast with jason—who has broken the law multiple times, has gotten arrested multiple times, likes celebrities and hobbies that have a terrible reputation (not just for being "trash" but for being actively hateful), and even if he might not have killed someone, there's probably something in his repertoire that comes close. but at the same time, it's very, very obvious to see that he's a good-hearted person, who wants to do more good than harm. compared to eleanor, whose bad actions are much smaller in comparison, but her bad personality makes her less likable, and much worse. yes, of course it's about environment—but it's also about how goodness might be more accurately judged by intent than by action.

i saw someone say that it was unrealistic that eleanor didn't call chidi a racial slur when she was a white woman from arizona. sentimentally, i agree with the realism argument. but at the same time, i think it would've been out of place. eleanor would know that saying a slur is on a different level of wrong. a lot of the bad things she did were indirect; it was a lot about what she did when no one was looking. but she didn't want to see herself as a horrible person, so she wouldn't have wanted anyone to see either. as long as they didn't get too close for her.

eleanor being a "medium" person is a lie. of course she belongs in the bad place. she's initially presented as a "medium person" because the story wants us to be on her side, wants us to believe that she's as human as us, until the season one flashbacks start to tell a different story. then it makes us squint and go, no, eleanor really is a terrible person. but the show is aware of this too!

and yet, the thesis of the show is that bad people can always get better. that no one is beyond rehabilitation; that society fucks us up but it's still the choices that we make that mean the most about who we are in the end. we get to see the growth of eleanor's good person journey through the entirety of season one, so that even as we realize she was a shitty person on earth, we're still rooting for her by the end of it. season one is the show's entire thesis; seasons two through four are just proving it to us. and eleanor proves herself to us over and over again, so that even as we know how terrible she was, and how terrible she's capable of being, we still know and believe that she belongs in the good place at the end.

#eleanor is just. a really good protagonist!!!! ugh #also i just love the good place and i kept thinking about this #the good place #tgp #eleanor shellstrop #i guess #i will not often write meta about white women but mike schur really went hard with this one #an aroceu original

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whaliiwatching · 8 months

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Im goijg to eat your art oh my goodness

honestly you are probably the sole reason i began shipping noirpunk THEYRE SO FUCKING ADORABLE

glad to be recruiting for the cause! this one tastes like sugar cookies. perhaps also arsenic but who’s to say

#spider man: across the spider verse #spider punk #spider noir #hobie brown #noirpunk #inbox love #it’s so hard to draw cheek kisses ugh #but i fucking did it!!!!#kinda ignoring drawing in favor of writing rn #but that’s not going great either lol #bit of a sad day too but we forge on #they’re in love send tweet #would like to add uhhhh genderfluidity to the mix

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crybaby-bkg · 1 year

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Sleazy Dabi who likes going for the sweet ones, the ones who can hardly look him in the eye and hesitate a little when he gets close to them. The ones who always chuckle nervously when he starts flirting, whose words turn to whispers when they admit they’re new to this whole thing.

Whole thing? He always asks with a tip of their chin to look him in the eye. Whole thing with guys like you, they always mumble back. He likes the look, the challenge, the fight in their eyes as he knows how his charm can soothe their battling minds.

He wins every time.

Sleazy Dabi who likes the inexperienced ones, the ones who stutter and stumble and shake a little when his hand rests on their thighs. The ones who tell him, they don’t know what they’re doing. He loves the sweet little look that passes over their faces when he reassures them that he’ll be there every step of the way, holding their hands if he needs to.

But sleazy Dabi who loves you the most. His latest, and last, plaything turned lover. Who used to be so scared to touch him without shaking, who couldn’t look him in the eye without smiling whenever he kissed you. Who used to sing him the prettiest songs whenever he made you work for it, gain that confidence he knew was lurking beneath the shadows.

Before, when he told you to ride him for the first time, he can still remember the scared little look on your face. How your eyes grew round and you fiddled with your fingers, whispering that you don’t know how—don’t know what to do—where to put your hands—where to look. He comforted you, walked you through the whole thing until you lost yourself in the moment and fell headfirst into him.

And now? Now, he doesn’t even have to ask.

“It looks so pretty,” he hears you murmur under your breath, eyes snapping down to look at the sight of you. Pumping a hand around his drooling cock, pulling until the pre gathers in your palm, only to slide it back down again once more. He looks up when he feels your stare, licking his lips at your hung open mouth and round eyes and heaving chest.

“Lemme ride it. Please?” You ask softly. Usually, he’d remind you of your manners, question where that sweet, innocent, hesitant person went, ask when you became so bold. But you look so hungry for it, already raising on your knees, already swiping his pierced tip through your wetness.

“You know it’s yours. You don’t even have to ask.” Dabi mutters against your mouth when you lean into him, gasping when he breaches your hole. And he means what he said—ever since he met you, every part of him has been yours, even if you didn’t know it yet.

#tw: virginity #I hate hm so much I’m gonna frow up #I started this over a month ago #why has writing been so hard and taking me so long UGH #I’m gonna try and write a little tomorrow #okay gn #I’m craving a chocolate frappe soooo bad help #—new treat in the streets! 🍫#dabi treats! 🍬

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puppyeared · 6 months

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its so hard to watch time pass when things like careers and assignments exist. what do you mean im supposed to take that seriously

#I have an assignment that was due a week ago and I really really dont want to do it. I have to but i dont want to #im probably making it worse because my brain has built a wall around it so now i can’t do literally anything else until thats done. but #because I don’t want to do it I’m just kinda stuck. turns out this is what they meant when they said emotional regulation is part of #exec dysfunction.. I’ll have a thought like if I get a little bit of it done now i can get it over with. I can just submit something #and then not even 5 minutes later itll be like ugh but I have to draw all the assets out. I have to write things and make spreads ugh #and its just flopping between those two things. i hate it when ppl are like well how much time do you need to work on one thing #because BOY id love to know too. I’d love to know exactly when my brain wants to cooperate with me and work around that but I cant #even my period can’t decide when it wants to punch me in the stomach. which is kinda funny in the grand scheme of things but still #its so weird im just lying on my bed thinking abt all this like damn.. the time will pass anyways no matter what I decide to do.. damn….#if I submit that assignment now and take the L I literally won’t die. it’ll just be a deduction on an assignment nobody will ask me about #I know this but I’m still stressing myself about it so my thoughts aren’t really connecting to my body. weird #maybe its because Im having a hard time looking forward to things. theres definitely a lot I should be living for but I don’t really feel #a strong attachment to it I guess? it’s been like this for a while with holidays and meeting with friends so I just don’t #I kinda figured its because im pretty passionless and its more like passing interest. but it’s not very fun when it feels like I’m going to #be living distraction to distraction for the next 70 years or so lol #idk it kind of feels like slowly bleeding out. which is funny because I actually did experience blood loss this week #had a 30 minute nosebleed and literally could not stand. also it felt like someone was pinching the back of my brain which was interesting #yapping #does this count as vent #vent #Ive just been making an oc carrd and contemplate changing my blog header for the past 3 days honestly

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kisses4kaia · 1 year

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HUNNN WE NEED MORE ETHAN CHARLIE AND READER THREESUM 🙏🙏🙏

AHHH OKOKOK i seriously didn't think u guys would like it that much ! thank you so much❤❤ (for reference, here's the og) gn!reader for this but not for pt 1 :)

brooklyn baby🎶- c, walker ,, & e, landry ,,

they're filling your holes so well. it's almost comical how muffled your moans around ethan's cock were.

"taking it so well, hm whore?" taunted ethan, pulling your hair to look up at him with your glossed-over eyes. "please," your beg was hardly coherent through the saliva-coated cock shoved down your throat.

"please what?" charlie inquired. although you couldn't see the boy, you could hear the smirk in his tone.

you weren't quite sure. you whined due to the underlying fact that you had no idea what you were begging for.

"pathetic slut, doesn't even know what they're begging for," ethan's smile was large and his eyes were dark.

both of their hips were snapping against the opposite ends of you as all three of you reached climax. sweet, blissful, hot, climax.

and of course, they clean you up.

and of course, they treat you as well as they fuck you, and they fuck you good. the warm, soapy water your skin is soaking in from the bath soothed all the tension in your muscles as ethan sat on the edge of the tub, rubbing your shoulders.

and of course, charlie wasn't far. just outside in the living room, finding a movie for the three of you to watch while you drift to sleep.

#nonnieees💗#kai's got mail <3📑#charlie walker #rory culkin #scream #scream 4 #ethan landry #jack champion #charlie walker smut #ethan landry smut #gn!reader #scream 6 #ugh love this concept so hard #lemme know if yall wanna see more !!#kaia writes charlie #kaia writes ethan

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celestie0 · 19 days

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okay here me out,

thinking about an au that’s maybe set in victorian times with gojo and he’s like the king of this one nation. he has four wives (including you), but you were the first out of the four. over time, you’ve started distancing yourself and let the other three please and take his time just so he could “forget” about you.

but one day, you did something that made him remember why he chose you first. he finds out that not only are you friends with the king of a (rival) kingdom, *cough cough suguru*, but that you’re planning an uproar against him.

so, he starts seeking you out more, including you more, picking you to accompany him when he goes out, choosing to have you only pleasure him or sleep in his bed, disregarding the other three.

but, you still don’t know that he knows about your plans….so when the time comes to finally put things into action……..

omg i fucking LOVE medieval AUs they make me go insane ✋🏼😩 they r so challenging to write though

THE DECEIT AND ENEMIES TO LOVERS IN THIS WLD GO CRAZY what if reader was originally sent to marry gojo to overthrow his kingdom in the first place but then when he starts to show more interest in her n starts treating her as THE queen, she feels conflicted 🫣🤭 but she goes through w the plan anyway bc i NEED the betrayal angst hsdkdldhdhdg

what if suguru n gojo go to war for the reader 💅🏼 now THAT is the level of pining i need in an au LOL

i can imagine gojo wld be so cocky w his other wives n try to make u jealous by bedding them when you’re nearby/around just so you can hear (like robert n cersei in game of thrones vibes) but you’re just unbothered by it and that BOTHERS him like no other bc women usually fall to his feet 😤🤭

u cooked w this babe i love this ideaaa

#i wanted to write a GOT adjacent fic #but that wld be soooo hard #medieval aus are my ABSOLUTE FAVE THO #like the ideas of kingdoms n princes n queens n war #ugh #asks #joemama-2

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hatkuu · 3 months

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dw i AM slowly returning to my kylar roots...imagine kylar walking in on you wearing his hoodie...i think he would scream and faint and die. he would be so torn between wanting you to keep it forever bc you look so cute and wearing his clothes in public would affirm that you belong to him but also wanting it back so he can smell it and breathe in your scent (and not do nefarious things with it)

hngnnggg yeah im glad ur coming back to ur kylar roots... i missed you nica please come rave about kylar's cock with me again :'(

uuuggghhh especially if you make it out to be something innocent like you spending the night at his house (bestie kylar sleepover....) and it gets really cold!!!

gen! reader and m! kylar utc <3

Kylar hates the feeling of water against his skin. It never really sticks, or cleans anything. His skin is overly sensitive, flaring up against his will if he scrubs too hard or uses any scented soaps. He's given up on making himself attractive to others, and yet—

He's hiding in the bathroom while you're cuddled up in his bed.

He thought he'd be all over you, panting and drooling, lapping at your lips until they parted just enough that he could taste you. Maybe you'd face him, breathing in his exhales and sharing oxygen with one another until you fell asleep. Or... Maybe you'd face away from him, letting him guard you where you're most vulnerable, baring yourself in a way that you've never let anyone else see you. He'd be unable to resist you, then. He'd drool onto your hair, mindlessly grinding his cock against you until you wake. You'd help him out, as graceful and kind as you are—you'd turn to face him, burying your face in his neck and clinging so tight that his chest would burn. Not from legs wrapped so tightly around his waist. Only from the sheer love and affection you're spoiling him with—something he hasn't felt in so long.

The faucet before him groans, on the brink of filling up the sink. Kylar has the mind to turn it off before his whole body locks up.

"Ky-Ky? Are you okay...?"

He hears your sweetened tone from beyond the bathroom door, your knuckles gently rapping at the wood to gain his attention. So cute. Of course you'd check if he's okay! He stumbles to the door, fumbling with the lock as his wet hands slip against the door handle. You're probably so lonely without him! He's upset with himself for losing track of time and leaving you alone in bed when the two of you could've been snuggled up against one another. He finally unlatches the door, breathing heavy at the prospect of you being just behind the thin plywood.

The door slams open and Kylar's smile falls from his face.

You're now wearing a hoodie. He's kind of disappointed that he won't be able to touch as much of your skin. The hoodie you're wearing looks worn. It's fraying at the sleeves, stained various different colours at it's front, he's never actually seen you wear it before so it can't possibly be new—

His hoodie.

You're wearing his hoodie.

You fiddle with the sleeves as you speak, shyly looking at your feet while he gapes at you. "Sorry... It got cold while you were in the bathroom. I can take it off if you want?"

You look so cute. So very, very cute that Kylar can only stare at you, open-mouthed. He thinks about what it'd imply if you started wearing his clothes at school—no, even better if you just wore his clothes entirely—maybe he should offer you a pair of his sweatpants too, in case your legs get cold. He thinks about it, but then looks at the deliciously smooth skin of your thighs, and decides against it.

Kylar shakes his head quickly, commiting the image of you in his hoodie to memory. "N-No! It's fine, um, you can raid my whole wardrobe if you like... Haha..."

Kylar makes a note to start stealing more of your hoodies and long-sleeved shirts, just so he can see you in more of his.

You stare at him for another second, smiling at the cute expression on his face. Then your smile turns upside down into a confused pout. "Why's your face all wet?"

Kylar blushes choking on his own embarrassment, tugging you back to bed. "I brushed my teeth," He lies, tucking you in as he crawls in beside you, covering the two of you with a worn-out sheet. He purposefully hid the other thicker sheets underneath his bed so the two of you had no choice but to cuddle for warmth tonight. He smiles as you roll over, bidding him a quick goodnight before shuffling your rear painfully close to his crotch. You grab one of his arms, pulling it over you before yawning softly and closing your eyes.

"Goodnight, my love." He mumbles into your hair, voice addled with sleepiness.

He leans forward, burying his face in your hair and the soft hood of his hoodie. You smell good on your own, but you smell even better mixed with the scent of him. Like he's claimed you.

#hatkuuasks #kuuskylarposting #yikes kuu's writing agaiN???#who wouldve thought #i feel embarrassed posting this after doing basically nothing #ugh #why am i like this #also uni is hard #yeesh

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im-sorry-what-ii · 10 months

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yknow the classic uni professors au, the one where prof A spends half their time talking about their spouse and prof B has never said a word about their personal life ever but then it turns out theyre pining or married or whatever, yeah i think theres a chronic lack of those in the top gun fandom. bc the classic icemav teaches at top gun meets no homophobia au is the *perfect* setup and i cant believe no ones written it

#do i have to do everything in this family #jk cuz i doubt im going to #if someone wants to write this please i will give you my kidney but like no pressure #top gun #icemav #currently love the professor aus #reading the good omens ones rn and yes i love them #especially the ones where the students get them together #wow #should i write this #i havent written anything since the last wip that got too hard and was abandoned #mmmmmm maybe i should #ugh but its a commitment #we'll see

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tswwwit · 5 months

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I am in

#this is a shitpost #writing is hard #I'm halfway through but UGH it took a while to get even that far #Stupid 12k document being LONG and ANNOYING #I'm gonna slam dunk it into the trashcan

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hyunjinniesgirl · 2 years

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behind the bubble - h.hj

today i present to you, yet another hyunjin smut. sorry not sorry. and yes this was def inspired by hyunjin saying he was naked while taking these selfies. i hope yall enjoy this one!! :33

this is a strictly 18+ fic. minors do not interact.

please like, comment, reblog, or interact if you liked it!! photos are from pinterest and are not mine.

wc: 2.2k

genre: smutty smut smut

warnings (if you are uncomfy with these topics please do not interact): fem!reader, harddom!hyunjin, sub!reader, brat!reader, brattamer!hyunjin, pet names (mostly baby), cunnilingus, face slap, thigh slap, piv, riding, unprotected sex (pls practice safe sex), daddy kink bc i have a problem, riding, mention of other members bc i have a problem, cream pie, finger sucking, cum eating. apologies if i'm missing something, pls let me know!

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You were already tucked into bed channel surfing through the hotel TV when Hyunjin walked in, still full of energy despite putting on a three hour show just an hour prior. You sat in nothing but one of the plush robes provided by the hotel, becoming one with the queen sized bed.

“I’ll shower later,” he explained lowly, fiddling with the knot holding your robe together. “I’m a little hungry right now.”

“Hmm?” You questioned, lifting your head to look up at him. “Skijigi left a burger for you earlier, it’s on—“

Hyunjin chuckled, cutting you off. He dropped one of his big hands to your bare thigh, gripping harshly and smirking down at you. “Not what I meant, baby.”

“Oh,” was all you could reply before Hyunjin guided you down to lay flush against the mattress, his gaze never breaking yours.

Hyunjin always caught you off guard when he wanted you. He could go from being the softest, most affectionate boyfriend to a filthy mouthed fiend within half a second. You liked to think you had a decent amount of game before dating Hyunjin. In the beginning, Hyunjin was more shy and reserved while you made all the first moves, but as your intimacy increased it became obvious that Hyunjin actually held the upper hand in the bedroom. More often than not, Hyunjin made you putty in his hands, and you didn’t mind it one bit.

“Here’s what’s gonna happen,” Hyunjin spoke softly, his breath hitting your neck. Tingles ignited down your body at his sensual whispers. You whined and writhed below him as he left a trail of open mouthed kisses behind your ear down to your collarbones. “I’m gonna take this cute little number off you and eat out your pretty little cunt, but you have to promise me something.”

“Anything, Hyunjin. I’ll do anything, please,” you begged, desperately trying to rut yourself against his hard on poking your thigh. The sight of you below him made Hyunjin’s eyes roll to the back of his head, almost forgetting his instructions for you.

“Fuck baby, you’re so cute when you’re needy and begging for me,” he groaned. “I know it’s hard but I need you to promise me that you won’t make a sound. Can you be a good girl and do that for me, hmm?” Hyunjin looked up at you through his eyelashes as he continued to bite and suck at your collarbones.

Your face burned red at his request, mouth hanging open in shock. “Jinnie, that’s not fair,” you whined.

In pure Hyunjin fashion, he ignored you, tugging on the knot of your robe to expose your bare body to him. You sat up slightly to push the robe off your shoulders and toss it to the side. Hyunjin moved his mouth back up to your lips as his hand trailed down your stomach to your sopping wet core.

“Shit,” Hyunjin swore against your lips as he swiped a single finger between your slick folds. “You played with yourself before I came back didn’t you?” He questioned, gliding his finger up and down your slit to gather the moisture pooling around it, just barely touching your clit. “I bet you laid here for hours on twitter getting off to videos of me performing tonight.”

You nodded dumbly, not having the energy in you to lie, especially when he teased you like this. “You look so good on stage, Daddy, I couldn’t help myself.”

“Such a dirty girl for me.” Hyunjin clicked his tongue as he created some distance between the two of you. Locking his eyes with yours, Hyunjin brought a second finger down to your heat, gathering as much of your fluids as he could before bringing them back up to his mouth. He closed his eyes as he sucked your juices off his fingers, putting on a show just for you.

You covered your mouth as your eyebrows knotted together, unable to look away at your godly boyfriend. You knew you looked pathetic sprawled naked against the bright white bed, legs spread wide just how Hyunjin liked it, your desire for him clear on your face and on the moisture now pooling on the sheets below you. Hyunjin hummed around his fingers, taking his time to truly savor your taste.

“Do you want a taste, baby?” Hyunjin asked, hovering over you once more. You nodded wordlessly, sticking your tongue out and looking up at him with wide eyes. Never breaking your gaze, Hyunjin gripped your jaw with one had, slightly squishing your cheeks as he let a string of spit fall from his mouth to yours. “Such a tasty fucking cunt, and all for me. Now, remember what I told you okay?”

You swallowed his spit obediently, letting out a barely audible “okay, daddy” in your already fucked out state. Hyunjin had barely touched you and yet you could already feel your head fogging up with need.

He used one of his hands to keep one of your legs rested on his shoulder, making sure you were spread wide for him. Hyunjin dipped his head down, immediately latching on to your clit. A yelp slipped out of you as you buried your hands in his hair, earning you a slap on the outside of your thigh. The stinging broke you out of your haze, growing more frustrated with the lack of attention Hyunjin was giving your pussy. After throwing you a glare in warning, Hyunjin continued his work on your pussy.

Rules be damned, you mewled and whined as you ground your core onto his plush lips. You thought you had gotten away with it too, until one hard pull on Hyunjin’s hair had him ripping his face away from your heat.

“What did I say, hmm? Is it so hard to be a good girl just this once? You better watch it, princess, if you act up enough maybe I’ll just stop and get myself off in the shower,” your boyfriend threatened. You sucked on your teeth as he stared you down.

“You wouldn’t, babe, you love my pussy too much. Why would you fuck your hand when my cunt is wet and ready for you already?” you spat out, riling Hyunjin up even more.

You weren’t normally bratty, but Hyunjin’s request of you staying quiet while he ate you out was absurd. On top of that, he insisted on teasing you, refusing to put more than a finger inside of you.

“That’s it,” Hyunjin mumbled, climbing back up your body to grab your face harsher than he did before.

Without warning, Hyunjin pushed his hard cock into you, causing your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Hyunjin didn’t let up the grip he held on your face as he continued his shallow thrusts. You whined below him, begging him to go faster. He ignored you, slowly increasing his pace, but not enough to satisfy you. He was driving you insane with his teasing and you couldn’t even see what was in it for him.

“If you keep fucking me like that, I’ll just go to Channie next door. I’m sure he’ll know how to fuck me dumb.” It was an empty threat, you both knew it, but it was enough for Hyunjin to snap.

Hyunjin let go of your face abruptly, landing a swift slap across your cheek before regaining his grip. “Shut the fuck up,” he growled, his face less than a centimeter from yours. “You want to be a brat? I’ll fucking treat you like one.”

Hyunjin got up on his knees, once again lifting one of your legs to spread you open. Keeping his eyes trained on your pussy, Hyunjin finally sheathed his entire length inside you, making you arch your back off the bed.

“What happened to my good girl, huh? When’d you get so fucking bratty,” Hyunjin mumbled, still watching his cock drill into your pussy. Wet, squelching sounds filled the hotel room, accompanying your moans. “My girl likes to get slapped doesn’t she? Your pussy was already so wet before but now it’s like your cunt is swallowing me babe.”

All you could do was nod and reach for him, grateful that he was finally giving you what you wanted. You panted his name over and over again, throwing an arm over your eyes as you focused on the sensation of Hyunjin fucking you. Hyunjin continued to fuck you hard, periodically pulling most of his length out before snapping his hips against yours all at once. He accompanied his thrusts with a hand splayed over your lower stomach, pushing down on your abdomen while his thumb moved quickly over your clit. The stimulation made you scream, forcing yourself to pull your arm away from your eyes and bite down on your hand.

“Look at me baby.” You opened your eyes as Hyunjin panted over you again, sweat dripping down the side of his face. You stuck your tongue out for him once more in a silent request. Smirking at you, he fulfilled your wish, spitting harshly into your mouth, not slow and sensual like before. “God, you feel so fucking good. You look so good right now, letting me use you like a little toy.”

“Please don’t stop Jinnie, I’m gonna—“ you couldn’t even finish your sentence as you grasped Hyunjin’s shoulders, pulling him closer.

“Aww saying please? Seems my baby finally learned some manners,” Hyunjin teased. “I’ll let you cum this time, my love, but don’t expect this kind of mercy next time you decide to act up.”

You moaned his name like a prayer as he brought you to your climax. You watched as he continued his thrusts, running a hand through his hair as he panted and grunted. He was mesmerizing like this, focused on his own pleasure as if you weren’t even there.

“God, you’re so hot,” you whined, snapping him out of his haze.

“Yeah?” he questioned with a smirk, watching the fucked out expression on your face.

“Mhmm,” you mumbled. “You look so good, daddy, I want you to cum inside me so bad. I wanna be so full of you, please.” You were begging now, the brat facade thrown aside. Sex with Hyunjin wasn’t complete for you until you felt all of him.

“Fuck,” Hyunjin swore before flipping you over so that you were on top of him. You yelped in surprise before reinserting his member into you. You collapsed on top of him as he grabbed each of your thighs in his hands.

“I needed to feel you close, baby,” he whispered in your ear, guiding you up and down on his cock. “Couldn’t stop thinking about fucking this sweet pussy while I was on stage. Now I get to cum inside it, fill it up with all of me. You’re such a little slut baby, letting me stuff you like this.”

“I’m such a slut for you, only you, Hyunjin, please I need it. You own this pussy baby.”

"Mm my pussy, all for me." Hyunjin’s panting sped up and grew more audible as he fucked you harder from below. Through gritted teeth, Hyunjin spilled himself into you, your bones turning to jelly as you relished in the feeling of his essence filling your hole. Hyunjin brought your head down to crash his lips into yours, sloppily chasing your lips as he rode out his high.

You smiled as you pulled away from him, sitting up with his cock still inside you. Slowly, you lifted your hips, your shared essence sliding down his member. Hyunjin watched in awe as you brought a hand down, gathering some on your fingers and sucking it off, mimicking his earlier actions.

“You’ll be the death of me,” Hyunjin said endearingly, bringing you back down to land a softer kiss on your lips.

You climbed off of him, disregarding the mess you made temporarily. After a few soft kisses, Hyunjin grabbed his phone, switching to the camera app to take a few selfies of the two of you. He took one of his kissing your cheek as you cheesed with your eyes closed, and another of the two of you in a fit of giggles.

“Should I take one for Bubble?” Hyunjin asked. It was a rhetorical question, of course, he would take one for Bubble. Hyunjin posted everything on Bubble.

“Baby, you’re naked,” you laughed, slapping his chest. Hyunjin’s eyes went wide at the realization before throwing his head back in laughter.

“I almost lost my job,” Hyunjin joked, making the two of you laugh once again. “Ah, I got it.”

Hyunjin got up momentarily to wrap a hoodie around himself then resumed his selfie position on the bed. He snapped a few more selfies and an audio message before posting them.

“Okay!” He exclaimed, putting his phone away for the night. “I’m going to shower, and since you’ve been such a bad girl today I expect you to make it up to me.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you before throwing his legs off the side of the bed.

You rolled your eyes as he sassily sashayed away, trailing close behind him anyway.

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Volga gets some spotlight for a change (hdw au)

Comes after Volga confronting Cia (and Link on Skyloft, but it’s slightly less necessary to understand this)

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Volga seeks out and fights the strongest. That is his objective.

He goes where the sorceress tells him, leads monsters into battles as she deems fit. He sees others only as adversaries, evaluating them solely on the threat they pose, the strength they wield.

Nothing else matters.

Only his orders, and strength.

The Hylian army is at their gates, working steadily through the valley, and despite the sorceress increasing Volga’s power, they’re still advancing, calling upon the Great Fairy to aid them. Volga himself is forced to retreat back to Cia’s side, and he stands silently beside her, waiting for her orders.

She’s watching the battle with a look in her eye that grows steadily more enraged, her knuckles whitening on her staff. It isn’t long before she orders him back out, commanding him to find the princess and crush her.

Volga nods, preparing to obey, when the sorceress stops him, a manic look in her eyes.

“This time you will destroy them,” she snarls, and thrusts her hand against his chest.

Power rushes through him, greater than what he had received before, and Volga roars as it fills his veins, turning into a dragon and leaping into the air.

This time he will be the strongest.

Volga glides across the valley, making a beeline towards the army’s leader, the princess’s sword flashing across the battlefield. He lands with a roar, and she quickly turns her attention to him, eyes widening as she leaps out of the way of his first attack.

Volga is merciless, using his weapons of both spear and claws, shooting fire and dive bombing with his dragon form. The princess is annoyingly stubborn though, avoiding nearly all of his attacks, parrying blows and dodging flames.

Some distant part of Volga is impressed.

He snarls as she avoids yet another thrust of his spear, and the princess looks at him, something odd flashing in her gaze.

“Volga! Come to your senses!” she suddenly shouts, parrying an attack. “I know you to fight with honor! What glory is there to be found in using dark magic to win all of your battles?”

“Don’t mock me!” Volga snarls, slamming a clawed hand towards her. How dare she?

“Open your eyes!” Zelda shouts as she dodges, still not giving up. “I believed you to be a proud dragon warrior, not a mercenary for darkness!“

Their weapons clash, and Zelda looks up at Volga without fear, her blue eyes bright.

“Think of your family, Volga. Look past the darkness clouding your vision.”

Volga falters just a hair, a snarl dying in his throat. There is certainly no darkness clouding him, merely the extra power the sorceress provided, but Zelda’s words of family carry a spark of something different. Something... important?

Volga shakes his head, frowning.

...What had she said again?

The spark fades, and Volga roars, hitting her backwards with a clawed hand. The princess is thrown to the ground with a cry, but before Volga can press his attack, there’s a flash of blue and green, and the Hero stands in his way, sword raised.

He has a stricken expression on his face, but Volga barely registers it, roaring again as he goes to face the both of them. The princess regains her footing as the hero slams his shield up to block Volga’s spear, and the three of them resume the fight.

Other monsters join the attack, and the hero’s attention is drawn to keeping them away from his princess, mostly leaving her and Volga to fight alone. Volga draws constantly on the sorceress’s power, and it’s soon obvious the princess begins to flag against his brutal attacks.

She fights on though, tenacious as ever. Soon enough Volga finds their weapons locked again, her eyes fixed on his face.

“Knight Volga, I thought you a protector, a dragon of honor,” she says, voice breathless but earnest. Blood drips across her eye but she doesn’t loosen her grip to wipe it away. “This isn’t who you are, drawing on dark power, fighting in wars for a cause you don’t believe in!”

That persistent spark of something comes back in Volga’s mind, flickering in his thoughts, buzzing in his memory. It makes him falter, just a little.

“Please,” Zelda repeats, still straining against his spear. “For Link’s sake.”

The name rings familiar, and Volga stumbles as a face flickers in his mind, blue eyes shining through the murk. Looking at him in trepidation as information spills from hylian lips, scales glittering in places they have no right to be.

What is this memory?

He can’t recall the events that led to it, or what came after, or even where he was when it occurred. In fact... all he can really recall is the sharp urge to fight the strongest, destroy the enemy, do as the sorceress commands.

Who is the boy with scales on his arms, and hair nearly the same color as his own?

“Volga,” the princess speaks again, less strained now, and Volga belatedly realizes he’s stopped fighting. “Fight past this darkness. I know you are more than what Cia is letting you be.”

Cia.

The name is like a clap of thunder in his head, and suddenly the darkness he’d denied was choking him is all too evident, coursing through him alongside his fire, constricting his thoughts and twisting his actions. Its influence is overwhelming, and Volga clutches a hand over his chest, thoughts whirling as memories rush back.

Cia invading his home and forcing him under her service, ignoring his wishes to be left alone. Using her magic to make him fight, starting a war over lust for his son, putting him on the opposite side of his own kin.

Purposely obscuring the fact that he had a son.

Volga snarls, anger rising as flames drip from his lips. Cia used dark power, foisted upon him without his say, using him as nothing but another pawn in her game and his son—

“No... no!” Volga shouts, gripping at his head with both hands. “I won’t be ruled by darkness!”

He won’t remain Cia’s puppet for another second.

Volga lashes out at the darkness coating him, tearing at Cia’s influence in his chest. He can feel her power fight back the moment he pushes against it, darkness reaching up to claw at his mind, but Volga tears back with claws of his own, refusing to succumb to it again.

He pushes back with his own power, not that of the sorceress, fire clashing with darkness.

A roar builds in his throat as he gains a solid foothold, and he pushes it out, Cia’s dark power leaving him all in a rush.

And he is free.

Weakness follows the loss of power, but even as Volga drops to a knee, he feels more clearheaded, more alive, then he has in weeks.

And it’s overwhelmingly refreshing.

Volga curls his fingers into the dirt as he regains his bearings, clutching his spear as he raises himself up off the ground again. The princess stands a few feet away, watching him with a hopeful look on her face, and Volga huffs, looking away.

...right into the eyes of the hero.

His son.

Volga stares, the boy staring back with an uncertain look on his face. The hero’s gaze is interrupted by a monster slashing at him, and Volga shakes himself, then looks around the battlefield, taking in what he’s missed.

His gaze falls on the princess again, and something burns in his chest, a need to finish what he started. Volga raises his spear in challenge, pointing it at her and the hero.

“This time I will duel you properly. I will win this fight under my own power,” he declares.

He has other business, important business even (Cia will pay, he swears it), but his pride insists he finishes this fight. He wants to show the two of them how he really fights, no dark powers, no false strength.

To finish the fight he began in an honorable manner.

The princess hesitates at his request, exchanging a loaded look with her hero. But he nods, and she nods as well, pointing her sword back.

And they start the fight anew, dragon, princess, and hero.

The fight is invigorating, to say the least. Volga’s very scales seem to buzz with excitement as he battles the two, the old fire coming back to his blood. They’re an incredible team, truly powerful, and fighting them helps immensely with continuing to wake him up, forcing any remnant of Cia’s power from his bones.

They weave in and out in tandem, one of them striking, and then darting out as the other attacks. Despite the remaining weakness from the loss of darkness, Volga matches them blow for blow, his blood singing as he duels the two.

He hasn’t had a fight this challenging in years, and it reminds him of older days, of other duels.

A smile on a tanned face, ruby-red eyes, hair the color of new-fallen snow...

Volga promptly pushes that image aside. He needs to focus on the here and now, and his strength is fading, the hero and princess still pressing their attack.

As much as he hates to admit it, Cia’s actions have left him low on strength, and as enjoyable as this fight is... he’s fading. Rather fast.

And suddenly, he finds himself on his knees, a sword pointing at his neck.

Volga looks at Zelda, then over at his son, both of them breathing hard. An odd feeling of pride runs through him as he looks at the boy, and he almost smiles. Only one other person has ever been able to truly best him in battle, and it’s clear both of them learned from her.

Impa taught them well.

...It was no wonder Cia wanted one dead and the other her captive.

Anger courses through him at the reminder of the sorceress’s treachery, but his energy is spent. Too spent for him to reasonably mount a successful attack on her.

His vengeance will have to wait.

The princess opens her mouth to speak, but Volga beats her to it, closing his eyes as blood runs from a cut over one of them. “I accept my defeat with honor. I lose, but I do so without regrets.”

He exhaled and looks up at the two of them, and his son meets his eyes again, blood and dirt smeared on his face.

Volga gives him a singular nod, then despite his weariness, turns into his dragon form and takes off into the skies. He needs to rest, and recover from his wounds before figuring out what to do next.

And... process the ramifications of having a son.

Impa...

Link and Zelda watch him go in silence, Volga’s wings bright as a comet as he glides away. They’re both breathing heavily from the battle, small injuries bleeding, burns stinging. Zelda is smiling though, and there’s a hesitant sort of hope in Link’s eyes as they watch the dragon grow smaller in the distance.

Zelda squeezes Link’s shoulder as Volga finally disappears from their sight, but they don’t have time to dwell on what just occurred.

Cia still needs to be taken care of. But then...

Link supposes they’ll figure it out.

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