Buffy drinks creamy, sugary coffee in the morning but Angel has all these tins of gourmet, loose leaf tea that he measures and times and prepares just so and he’s not elitist about it but he takes it very seriously and Buffy thinks it’s adorable.
Their preferred cuddling position is Buffy resting her head on Angel’s chest and Angel resting his head on top of hers, but when they do spoon, Buffy is big spoon almost exclusively.
Thanksgiving and Christmas are Very Important to Buffy, and Angel’s no Scrooge but he doesn’t feel nearly as strongly as she does. He always helps out with the preparations and makes an effort to get into the spirit though, because it makes her happy and even if he doesn’t fully get it, he’s glad he’s the one she wants to share it with.
Angel’s parents never encouraged his art and his father especially always acted like drawing was girly or childish so he never shows people his sketches, until Buffy asks to see them. She thinks they’re amazing and encourages Angel to get better materials and take art classes (since he’s self taught) and try new techniques and actually show people his work. When they buy a house, Buffy insists on turning the office that neither of them really need into an art studio. Angel ends up actually selling his drawings on a semi-regular basis. It’s not enough to make a huge difference financially, but Buffy is super proud of him and secretly he’s really proud of himself.
Buffy’s always been treated like she wasn’t very bright, even by her friends and family, and she internalized it and started believing it and once Angel started catching on it baffled him and also kind of broke his heart because Buffy is one of the cleverest and most insightful people he’s ever met and the fact that she thinks of herself as a dumb blonde is just… no. So he talks to her about it and tells her how much he loves her intelligence and makes an effort to include her in some of his nerdier endeavors if she shows any interest in them, and she picks it all up just as quickly as he thought she would, especially once she starts getting some confidence back. And then it turns out that they’re both actually huge nerds and they have epic discussions and Buffy stops letting people treat her like an idiot and it’s beautiful.
Like yes hello you don’t have to like Lotor as a character in the slightest but,
The one interaction we’ve seen between him and Haggar involves her fearlessly violating his boundaries and acting like she’s completely in the right to do so and Lotor suggesting this isn’t new, either.
One of the writers, talking about Lotor’s voice direction, literally describes Lotor as someone who has experienced a lot of things he doesn’t want to talk about.
The four people Lotor relates to are minority women, one of whom is disabled, and all of whom are derided and looked down upon by the main empire.
And outside of those four people (and one cat) Lotor trusts absolutely nothing and no one, is constantly reevaluating his environment and rapidly becomes unhappy every time something doesn’t make sense even if it seems to not make sense in his favor.
His fighting style is built heavily around evasion.
His position on the cruiser, which he’s in for most of his screentime, puts his back to a wall.
He’s profoundly scornful of excessive aggression.
The one time Lotor’s father is mentioned to him without him bringing it up first he immediately snaps at the person that he’s not his father.
He was exiled.
The only reason he was allowed out of exile is because Haggar wanted him to be a puppet ruler while Zarkon recovered. When he’s pursuing his own agenda she acts like he’s being irresponsible.
He was introduced posing as a gladiator when all of the gladiators we’ve seen have been slaves.
TL;DR Lotor has been abused, at bare minimum by Haggar while Zarkon ignored it, and most likely by both of them.
Idk man, a widowed father who works full time and lives in his car so he can afford to keep his child fed while he lives with his aunts, who still makes time to see his kid every day, and who is possibly the only family member that child has who has not implicitly or explicitly wished in front of him that his mother had survived instead of him, fostering an intense survivor’s guilt in him where he feels like his loved ones blame him for the death of his mother
I just don’t see how people have ever managed to call Greg Universe a deadbeat, I mean, the one time the dude did a mildly bad thing is when he lied about being hurt so he could spend more time with Steven who he felt was drifting away from him, and even then he copped to it and apologized. His sole concern as a character in the entire show is taking care of and being there for his kid, he’s honestly one of the best dads on TV and I think it’s sad that people act like he’s a shitty father because he’s poor and spends what little available time and money he has on his son who he loves more than anything
okay i also need to discuss Lotor’s scene with Zarkon because it was just so fucking weird and gave some interesting insights.
Lotor puts on a whole act in front of Zarkon, one that is obviously cultivated and a normal part of their interactions. And the act itself is him being?? a hero-worshiping son trying to prove himself but who’s timid, over-eager and almost emotional and wants to be accepted. His speech is all formal, referring to his own father as ‘Lord’.
And Zarkon’s reaction to it is to be cold and disregard him completely. He doesn’t CARE. Even when Haggar mentions she’s suspicious.
It makes me wonder if Lotor was genuinely like this when he was young, pre-exile. Just wanting to prove himself and gain his father’s approval and to follow in his footsteps and the result was always hurtful to him.
So he puts on the act to keep Zarkon from being suspicious.
and like Lotor doesn’t care? that he gets kicked off the throne. Zarkon realizes that Lotor’s plotting against him only NOW.
Idk i’m now plagued with these images of Young Lotor just wanting his father’s attention and being constantly cast aside or punished for it.
So….I don’t know if anyone else has talked about this, but I think that Keith’s father left him. And though it is long, here is why:
When Keith hears his father’s voice, he’s shocked, but not completely horrified. The first words he says aren’t “I thought you were dead!” or anything similar, but instead
He even has the chance to ask how he might be alive (or like…anything similar) or what he’s doing there, but instead he goes right to, “What’s going on outside?” because that matters more to Keith than what his dad is doing back in their shack. And then his dad says:
“Don’t you want to catch up?” is not something you tell somebody when you’ve died, but when you’ve gone away for a while.
Keith’s response is “Of course I do,” but look at his expression. He doesn’t get it- and of course he wants to know what his dad has been doing, but he’s still confused and cautious.
Now, we already know that what these holograms do is pair Keith’s greatest hopes with his greatest fears.
We’ve also seen it before- it showed him Shiro, but hologram Shiro told Keith that he should give up the knife, and that choosing to find out his own past was selfish. That doesn’t stop Keith, though: “I’ve made my choice.” He doesn’t care if Shiro thinks he’s being selfish. What Shiro says and does next, though, is what makes him stop:
And then Shiro starts to walk away. Only then does Keith actually stop. Only then does Keith decide that maybe it isn’t worth it. Keith actually calls out to Shiro, and then starts to run after him.
You can tell from his expression, and from the fact that he literally runs after Shiro to stop him that Keith is desperate. Why?
Because one of Keith’s greatest fears is being left by the ones closest to him.
Why would this be one of his greatest fears?
Because it has happened before.
He follows Shiro and finds himself standing in front of the door that another person he cared for walked out of.
And once again, one of his greatest hopes is paired with one of his greatest fears. He wants to know about his past- that’s one of his hopes, but why would his father be the one to show him that, unless
One of his greatest hopes is that his father will come back.
This also makes the line, “Don’t you want to catch up?” and the fact that Keith doesn’t even ask why his father is back even more important. This is a scenario plucked from Keith’s mind: it’s a fantasy. He doesn’t necessarily want to know why his father might be back- there doesn’t have to be a reason. He just wants him back, anyway.
His other greatest fear, though, is that the Galra will come to Earth, and destroy it. In the end, the Earth matters more to Keith than his own father and past do, and maybe part of that is because he knows that his father didn’t care enough about him to stay.
Keith still hesitates, though.
Walking out that door means turning his back on his father, and what he thinks might be the last chance he has to know anything about his past. But he walks out anyway.
He looks his father in the eye as he says this. He doesn’t apologize, he doesn’t justify himself, he just says goodbye and leaves. That doesn’t strike me as the farewell somebody who was close with his father would give them as they walk out. And look at his expression? He’s not sorry. Maybe he’s hurt and torn, but more importantly, resolved. He is leaving, and his father will not stop him.
And also- neither of them acted like they were particularly close, either. There were no reunion hugs, and the only one who even smiled was Keith’s father (albeit somewhat creepily, but that’s irrelevant). And Keith wants to see his father again, but that doesn’t mean he would be happy if it happened. They didn’t part on good terms, however it may have happened.
TLDR: Keith’s father didn’t die, but left Keith many years ago- and because of that, one of his greatest fears is that Shiro, the only other person he’s become very close to, will do the same.
Ahead of a Sept. 20 show at Los Angeles’ Greek Theatre, Harry Styles took the stage at downtown L.A.’s Grammy Museum on Friday night (Sept. 15) for a Q&A conducted by writer and filmmaker Cameron Crowe. Styles, who released his self-titled debut in May, was joined by producer Jeff Bhasker for a lively, often laugh-out-loud discussion of how the album came together, Styles’ experience filming “Dunkirk” (“I was in the water way more than the movie suggests,” Styles cracked), and his views on the music industry.
And while the Grammy Awards weren’t mentioned specifically, the venue — as well as the presence of longtime Grammys producer Ken Ehrlich in the crowd — certainly brought to mind the possibility of a future nomination for what is arguably one of the strongest albums of the year. An understated post-interview performance of Styles’ gorgeous second single, “Two Ghosts,” featuring Bhasker on keyboards, drove the point home.
The story of how the music came together — written and recorded in a remote studio complex in Jamaica — has been told by this point, but Crowe dug deeper into the process, letting Styles and Bhasker expound on just how organic and, in the producer’s words, “authentic and viscerally honest” the project ended up being.
At the same time, said Styles, “it was the most fun I’ve ever had.” Partly because he started on the album without a label commitment (Styles would later sign to Columbia, home to One Direction), he felt unencumbered. “When we started the process, it didn’t feel like I was making any sort of commitment,” said Styles. “I didn’t feel any pressure.”
That freedom allowed songs like “Sign of the Times” to flow out of Styles, even as other tracks were still coming together. Bhasker described a moment in which Styles sat at the piano almost in a trance, coming up with the chord progression to what turned out to be his first single. “It was writing from this place of, ‘Let’s get an idea going, do something with it, and have fun,‘” said Bhasker. “And in 5 or 6 days, they had, like, 10 songs. … It was that immediate.”
Styles’ favorite track on the album is “From the Dining Table,” which he said is, “The one that makes me feel the most,” adding that, “it’s the most different than what I expected myself to write and it’s probably the most honest that I’ve been in a song as well.”
The album’s stylistic choices — what some deem as musical nods to classic rock acts like David Bowie and Pink Floyd — were also illuminated, with Styles explaining that his father listened to “a lot of Queen and Pink Floyd,” while his mother favored Norah Jones and Shania Twain. “I’m a huge Shania Twain fan,” said Styles (he later played a snippet of a Twain song on a kazoo, by request from an audience member).
Bhasker’s take is that if any “homage” is sensed, it was not intentional, though the record they ended up with was destined to sound the way it did. “We were not thinking about [influences] at all,” he said, noting that, in this era of ProTools and pop co-writes, “It couldn’t be more punk rock” to record an album the way those classic rock acts did.
Indeed, the sort of liberties Styles was afforded new artists rarely see, and for that, the singer credits the record company, run at the time of his signing by executive Rob Stringer, who has since ascended to CEO of Sony Music Entertainment. Said Styles: “We had signed with Columbia and I called Rob one day saying, ‘Hey, would you mind leaving me a alone for six months and I’ll call you when [the album is] finished?’ He said, ‘I want hear it when you’re excited to play it for me.’ … A lot of people get into this thing of, ‘It’s me versus the record label,’ and I feel so lucky to get to work with everyone at Columbia. The support from them allowed us to go do what we want, so I have to say thanks to them for letting it happen this way.”
Not to let the mood get too serious, though, Styles then encouraged all in attendance, which included journalists, television executives, and Grammy chapter members, to come to the Greek on Wednesday and experience these songs, the band, and the vibe, for themselves. “You’re all on the list,” Bhasker joked. Added Styles: “If anyone wants to come, Capitol Records said they would cover the cost.” Charge it to Niall Horan’s recoupable account?
breaking the cycle: gotg2 and the theme of toxic masculinity
It’s taken me, oh, about a month to organize my thoughts on
this and they’re still a mess, but I have all these snippets in my head about how GOTG2
deconstructs toxic masculinity, and hey! you’re gonna get them now
masculinity is basically the concept that socializing men and boys to
be a certain ‘masculine’ way, and criticizing them or ridiculing them
when they fail to live up to these (often impossible or even abusive)
standards, is ultimately harmful to everyone, men and women alike. Ever
wonder why you flinch at dudes yelling “man up!” to their crying young
sons instead of comforting them? Yeah, that’s why.
regarding GOTG: a lot of this stuff revolves around Yondu and the Yondu-Peter relationship, but also (I totally love this) a large portion of it also revolves around a white, straight,
able-bodied man who is quite literally called ‘Ego’. spoilers follow,
Summary: After a patient urgently pleads you to go and help a friend of his, you naively agree to it. Little did you know, that you would get more than what you agreed to, when he leads you to a brothel, to help a dangerous prostitute named Jeon Jungkook.
Pairing: Jungkook x Reader (ft. Jin, but not romantically)
Word count: 4.3k
Genre: Smut (M), angst, mafia!au, prostitution!au
A/N:This is a dark and filthy story! Graphic descriptions of sex (oral, penetration, etc), heavy dom/sub undertones, drug use, vulgar language use… This is a mature read! You have been warned!
“You lied to me!” the 15yr old Jungkook
screeched in agony. He couldn’t stop the salty tears from streaming down his
puffy face, as he looked at his older brother with pure hatred.
Jin, lifelessly looked at his youngest
sibling and sighed in an annoyed tone, “What was I supposed to tell you?”
“The truth!” the doe eyed boy spat.
“It doesn’t work like that Jungkook,
especially in this family.”
“Family?!” Jungkook laughed, sounding as if
he had gone insane. “You think I’d call this a family?!”
At that, Jin closed his eyes in frustration
– he knew that it was never easy for any of them to find out the truth, but
Jungkook was by far taking it the worse. He recalled the others had shown great
anger momentarily, but then they would get over it. Hell, even him himself
hadn’t shown any emotions when his father told him the truth about his own
mother. But maybe that was because Jungkook was different from the rest of them.
He still… felt emotion, he still cared for others, and hadn’t become a cold-hearted
machine that followed orders like the rest of them did.
Touka and Kaneki are two characters in Tokyo Ghoul that in many ways have created a chemical reaction. Sometimes they are able to come together and make something useful but other times they cause an explosion. Touka and Kaneki are two characters who are similar but have reacted to their world differently.
They are both lonely being raised by a single parent after the sudden death of the other, and the parent who raised them left permanent scars. Touka was raised by a hypocrite who told her that humans were to be cherished as he killed them behind her back. He would later leave home one night and never come home leaving Touka to develop abandonment issues, as she never felt good enough to keep her father around. She also kept her fathers lessons close to her heart and whenever she strayed she thought of herself as a monster.
Kaneki was raised by a mother who treated him kindly with conditions, as long as he was quiet and a good boy she treated him fine. But god forbid he acted like a normal child and didn’t think of his mothers issues he was abused. Then on top of that his mother died so suddenly that he felt abandoned and his foster family in his aunt made him a recluse which made him feel worse. Kaneki also carried around the twisted message of letting himself get hurt for the sake of others.
Touka and Kaneki grew from this so differently, Touka turned bitter towards that life before she was able to examine herself, and find peace with her lifestyle. Kaneki on the other hand internalized his frustrations acting like he was at piece with his life on the outside, but he was tearing himself apart on the inside. They developed opposite of each other, as Touka matured Kaneki fell apart. They worked so well together in the beginning because in the first part of tg they had similar development. Kaneki and Touka were trying to figure out what it meant to be a ghoul. Kaneki was trying to learn what his new life of a ghoul had for him, and Touka was learning that she could live a normal life away from the violent circle of hatred. Their paths meshed together so they grew together until a the same sunlight in a way.
However, as much as they grew together, they also grew closer together, the more their faults started to creep up on them both. Touka wanted to protect Kaneki because he was once human. But as Touka did that Kaneki became more concerned and decided to protect her at the cost of himself.
But in Kaneki’s need to protect her he hit her weakest emotional cord, abandonment. He told her he wasn’t going to go home with her, and told her she couldn’t help him and asked Tsukiyama and Banjou to go with him in front of her. All her childhood insecurities came back in that moment, she wasn’t good enough and it hurt her.
It was at this point that they developed separate from each other, where Touka became a normal high school girl and Kaneki became a serial killer and gang boss. They developed into two completely different paths and they didn’t know how to approach each other. When they met up again it showed through their conversation which inevitably resulted in Kaneki lying about being fine and Touka hitting him and telling him he hates how he changed. This exact moment triggered both of their childhood trauma’s. Touka with her issues of her not being good enough for her father and how he couldn’t confide in her. Causing her to lash out against everything he taught her, and Kaneki with his abuse and him doing exactly what she wanted from him.
However, because of the Anteiku raid they never got to reconcil, so thus three years go by and Kaneki is reborn as Haise. They developed apart and had a fresh start as Touka the waitress and Haise the investigator. This is so important because this is the time that without the burden of a past they fell for each other. This taught Touka a very important lesson, that she cares for Kaneki enough to let him go, but that she still cares for him and that not every change in him is bad. Kaneki learned that he has a permanent home in Touka one that she won’t take away based on conditions because even after she said she hated his change she gave him a place to return.
Then Kaneki changed again to a highly suicidal Kaneki, willing to die to be cool, to protect others. He hit his lowest low of the series and it was in that moment Touka said three words the struck him “See you later.” which he thought was cruel because he wanted to die. Touka knew but wanted him to understand the meaning of that and it caused him to hesitate to doubt, which lead to him making a change of heart during their fight with Arima.
Kaneki and Touka are two characters that develop off of each other, they bring out the best and worst in each other. They both hit cords in each other, but they also can heal wounds that they never realized they had. This conversation between them in this chapter is an important example of that. Touka admits her man issue with Kaneki, which is the fact that he always leaves her. Something she never understood and something she keeps trying to fix to no avail. Then he tells her that it was to protect her, because he didn’t want to cause her trouble where she would end up dead.
Then he asked her to come with him, which filled the void that she had for so long. Touka also helped fill one for Kaneki as well, which was his loneliness. I’m not saying that Touka is a cure for his problems but through her confession she showed him that she cared. Which shocked him like he couldn’t even believe, that someone cared for him.
I think that the most amazing thing that even if he doesn’t accept the feelings romantically its important for him to know. Kaneki isn’t in any shape or form mentally to be with someone, he’s someone living for the moment holding onto a fragile string to survive. But for someone who has craved being loved for so long, it’s something he needed to here, that someone accepts him with his faults and respects his decision for death even if they don’t agree and don’t want him to die.
This is so important because Touka and Kaneki have reached the moment where they realized the mistakes that they made that caused the other hurt. They were able to talk about it and reach a positive note for both of them, and I excited with how this will help them develop positively moving forward.
Tags: biting, kissing, fluff, confession scene, fish person loving a blondie, sweetness with a bit of bite
Summary: On a rainy, cold day, Sidon confesses his love to Link
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Lounging atop one of the watchtowers that sat at the end of the Inogo Bridge, Sidon gazed glumly at the rocky path that led away from the bridge and up into the mountains. Overhead, the sky was as grey as his mood. From that veil of grey, a heavy rain fell, turning the world into a blurred wash of blues and greens. The air was chilly but nothing his thick skin couldn’t handle. Though to anyone without tough Zora skin, it was a probably bundle yourself up and stay inside kind of temperature.
Imagine Bill talking about how nervous he was during your first meeting and letting it slip he has a crush on you during an interview.
“So I- I didn’t ask you at first and don’t think anybody has let it go-” Jimmy said with a chuckle and Bill grinned to himself, nodding his head “But uh you said you met (Y/n) almost eight years ago? That’s- that’s a very long time you know.”
“Uh yeah” Bill rubbed the back of his neck a little nervously “My father had uhm he had invited me actually on set, to bemore specific, and I could never miss a chance like that. And- and that’s where I met her.”
“Hmh” Jimmy nodded his head “On the- on the set of Thor, right? Her character, and her as a person, has many fans that love her and is quite famous and so are you. Yet nobody has noticed a thing for all this time, it’s quite remarkable how you kept so low you know?”
“Oh uh” he chuckled “Well, it wasn’t that easy I will tell you. But we uhm had a friendship that we really wanted to last and for us to enjoy it we- we made the decision to be as subtle about it as possible. Our families knew of course, and so did our- our friends but uhm-” he cleared his throat, trying not to get off topic and let something slip of the two of you being more than just friends “It was all sort of- sort of us… living the moment every time, trying to make it just about… us?” he tried to explain with hand motions, hoping it didn’t come out so much as it being more than a friendship.
- Adam gets Belle anything she wants. Literally. Anything. One time she offhandedly mentioned she liked art and he bought her the fucking Louvre.
- When Belle tells Adam she’s going to have a baby he acts all calm and collected for about five seconds. He then starts sweating profusely and runs away screaming.
- Belle and the servants are very quick to convince him that he’ll be a great father, despite his own. In the end it only takes them half an hour to convince him to come out from under the dining table.
- The first time Adam holds his newborn daughter in his arms he cries. He never thought he could love someone more than Belle. They name her after their mothers (no, none of that weird Twilight combo name shit).
- LeFou and Stanley come over to the castle every Sunday for dinner.
- Anytime Adam sees the Enchantress he hides behind Belle. It’s somewhat ineffective.
- Mrs. Potts tells Belle horribly embarrassing stories about Adam from when he was younger. Whenever Belle laughs at him he calmly reminds her that she fell in love with a giant, talking buffalo.
- Maurice teaches his granddaughter how to ride a horse, just as he taught Belle. Adam fallows behind, arms out, just in case she falls. She, of course, never does.
- The second time Belle tells Adam she’s going to have a baby it only takes them twenty minutes to get him out from under the table.
The chandelier above your head shined a bright radiant gold
as it hung low over the heads in the crowds. The golden dressed that hugged your waist and
dipped low in the front matched the hanging sculpted light. Your hair was
pinned up in loose curls some strands framing the sides of your face as you
laughed and indulged in minor chatter between you and the men you were around.
Your arm was placed on hip of a male who wanted your attention tonight like you
wanted his. His hands were currently drawing a patterned X on your lower black,
the tips of his fingers brushing against the top of your ass. The thin fabric
of the dress clung to your body, your weight shifting as you moved to press
down on your left heel looking around once more at the crowd in front of you,
your hand reached out to grab a drink and bring it to your lips.
“How about we get out of here?” Your guest whispered, and
you nodded your head smirking up at him.
“I would like that. Give me time to freshen up yes?” You asked
as you made your way towards the bathroom letting him go. Gliding through the
crowds of people, your eyes sought out one familiar person. Min Yoongi. Seeing
the male dressed up in a dark blue tux with a black button down shirt under it
you couldn’t help but move to stand beside him.
“Good evening all of you, I hope you are all having a good
night.” You stated letting your eyes linger on everyone.
“We were doing fine until you came.” Yoongi countered
looking at you with slight irritation. Who told you to where such a revealing dress?
It burned him up to the core.
“Well then you can keep your mouth shut while I talk to the
rest.” You smirked as the men around Yoongi laughed.
“In that case if my presence is no longer needed my date and
I will leave.” Yoongi bowed respectfully to the elders walking off to fetch his
date. Your eyes wandered down his body and back up, frowning deeply you moved to
fill the little gap he left in but you wanted to talk him and find out his
Ever since you were younger Yoongi always spited you for
everything you did. And you never understood why he didn’t like you. It wasn’t
like you weren’t attractive apparently, you were a hot commodity because every
male and female wanted a piece of you. And you were never one to let anyone
down. Your parents were important people, an actor and a classical composer
meaning they were never around at home leaving you to your lonesome. One thing
lead to another and before you knew it you were joking with a guy in high
school about him giving you fifty bucks for a blow job. You could say you were
very surprised when you were wiping the cum off your lips and he was handing
you a crisp fifty-dollar bill to add to your savings. And you thought to
yourself if you could get that from one guy, imagine what you could get from a
whole population. That’s how you started it, bribing men to give you thing in
exchange for your body and your time. It was a beautiful life that you created
for yourself one where you worked and upheld a decent name for yourself as well
as keep attention that you wanted. And you didn’t always have to sleep around,
sometimes a video of your fingers buried deep in your pussy or your pierced
breast pressed together was enough to get them off. Of course, sometimes you
felt bad going after many people, you had married men who would always want to
buy you things and or just spend time with you, have someone to listen to.
Everyone had given you what you wanted, attention and gifts like the true
princess you were with her pretty little head held high. But there was just one
man who acted as if the very sight of you repulsed him. You had known Yoongi
and his parents as long as you could remember. His family owning their own
business both his mother and father were the CEO’s of the company. Yoongi was
just as wealthy and privileged as you but for some reason he didn’t appear to
be as lonely. He had a few girls that he kept with him but it was always the
same few and they never changed. You always questioned why he kept people close
to him that weren’t gorgeous like yourself. It never truly dawned on you that
you were jealous, because you could have whoever you wanted! But for some
reason you wanted him, he was just so sexy and masculine. He kept himself
subtle but the look in his eyes held a dark secret. You sighed to yourself,
feeling the ache between your legs just thinking about those plump lips
pressing against your lower ones, his tongue how it would flutter and grind
against your clit. You almost released an audible groan, not aware that your
breast was becoming pert nubs or the fact that your piercings were starting to
“Y/N are you ready?” Your date asked wrapping an arm around
your lower back and pulling you as flush close to his body as he could. He was
a bit jealous watching how oblivious you were with that dazzling smile and how
everyone else eye fucked you.
“Yes my love, I’m ready.” You smiled up at the male grateful
for him coming along. Following him outside and eventually ending up tangled in
his bed sheets, you shut your eyes and imagined that he was none other than the
dark haired deep eyed male letting you control him for just once in your
It had been a few weeks since your last run in with Yoongi.
But you knew without a doubt that he would be at this social gathering at a close
colleague’s house, you could almost say she invited him for you. Standing in
the mirror you put on something casual, a zip up body suit with lace over your
breast and ripped skinny jeans. Your hair flowing down straight and loose,
makeup on your face with prominent but nothing overboard. Grabbing at your
ankle heels you placed them on your feet and made your way to your friend’s
Standing around, your eyes danced around the room, your body
becoming nervous as you waited for Yoongi to come. You hated yourself because
you wanted him so bad and he didn’t give a damn about you. But it didn’t matter
as soon as you saw Yoongi stepping into the space you were in with a black
turtle neck on and skinny jeans you wanted to melt on the spot. On his arm was one
of his favorite girls, a pretty brunette with a heart shaped face and an
innocent aura about her. Going for just watching him today you wanted to stay
back from him but your date decided you two should go talk to him.
“Love he is busy leave him be.” You tried to reason as you
were tugged by an older gentleman towards Yoongi and his group of friends.
“Nonsense we are all here to talk and have a fun time.” The
male explained as you all walked up. Yoongi’s happy smile was replaced with a
grimace as he saw you and for the first time your cocky exterior was cracking.
Shifting nervously, you pressed against your date and his comforting hand
strokes down your lower back made you calm down.
“Y/N you look a little pale. Would you like something to
drink?” Yoongi asked idly. You nodded your head about to leave but your date
stopped you saying he would handle it. “So, what’s the old man giving you?”
Yoongi asked and you shrugged your shoulders crossing your arms over your
“It’s none of your business what I get from the deal.” You
snarled at him and you could see the anger growing in his face.
“Of course, it is. Everything you do is since it effects
both of our families but you’re going around acting like a typical whore on the
street.” Yoongi growled as he pressed his hands together in a hard line in
front of him.
“Nothing I fucking do concerns you! I’m a grown ass woman
who does what the fuck I want with who I want. And if you need to really know
he’s giving me a new pair of kicks.” You said proudly.
“Look she’s so proud to be a slut.” Yoongi chuckled causing
the people in the circle to laugh as well.
“You know what how, fuck you and go worry about those ugly
girls you keep having on your shoulders.” You turned on your heels to leave not
knowing why you were insulting them because they hadn’t done anything to you,
Yoongi just really knew how to piss you off.
“What you call ugly I call art. At least unlike you they are
faithful to me. And no thank you I’d never fuck a pussy as loose and worn out
as yours.” Yoongi responded. “Besides you couldn’t even handle what I would do
to you. These girls obey me.” Yoongi stated dismissing you. Turning around on
your heels you glared at him, the anger raising in your face as you took minor
steps forward towards him.
“Excuse me!? Loose pussy! I’m pretty sure the ones you fuck
have a loose pussy or how else could your tiny dick fit inside of it? I bet it
feels like a teddy bear is humping them whether they are on top or bottom. It’s
funny that you think yourself is not art then because I’ve never called you
ugly but maybe I should. Also, I could handle anything you gave me but no loose
lips remember?” You countered back, it wasn’t the strongest attack and you felt
like a child for it.
“Oh look the little baby can speak words, and she is
starting to form her own sentences. I’m proud. I find it cute that you are
confessing your feelings to me, I think I’m cute too. As far as I’m concerned,
my size is not anything you need to know. Now run along and go ride on that
dick, I know you want to.” Yoongi tilted his head towards the older male who
was at the bar.
“Fuck you, you talk shit but you can’t back it up. See you
around baby penis and remember I can handle whatever I want you just aren’t
capable of taming me.”
“You actually think you’re tough.” Yoongi said to you
rolling his neck as he took off his glasses. “But since you like indulging in
child’s play so much, I’ll put you in your place right now little girl.” Yoongi
gave his glasses to the girl who came with him, taking steps forward he opened
his mouth to address you again. “You little slut, dirty whore. Cheap bitch.”
With every word, he said to you he got closer, one hand pushing you back a bit
making you stumble back until you were in the middle of the guest. “Filthy cumslut.”
“NO I’M NOT!” You shouted at him. “And I never will be any
of those things. So, don’t ever call me those things again.” You didn’t realize
how your voice rang or that Yoongi had set you up for failure, he gave a
disappointing dry smirk.
“Exactly, which is why I would never want someone like you.”
Yoongi kept his eyes on yours, and hearing the clearing of throats you looked
around to see everyone look at you. You were embarrassed and upset with him.
Your date who watched the whole thing go on slipped out and left you there,
your plans were ruined. Turning on your heels you ran as your bottom lip
quivered from anger and embarrassment. Punching a wall as you made your wall
outside it created a hole that you felt in your heart.
All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you
had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in
your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that,
getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every
area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to
be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything,
Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were
worth it and you would make him take back his words.
All that night you thought about what Yoongi said and you
had to admit, the way he spoke those few words to you didn’t stop playing in
your head. He knew you didn’t like being dominated, you liked doing that,
getting told yes and getting praises. He had basically shot you down in every
area of your life and you couldn’t even handle it. But what if it felt good to
be called such things as you got fucked? It couldn’t hurt too bad and if anything,
Yoongi was not about to make a fool out of you. You would prove to him why you were
worth it and you would make him take back his words.
The next morning when you got up, you laid in your bed for a
while thinking on if this was really what you wanted to do and you did. You
wanted to prove a point, you wanted to feel Yoongi. You were so angry with him
but you wanted him at the same time and it was torture. You wanted to know why
you weren’t enough for him. Getting out of your bed you threw on a pair of gray
shorts and a black tank top. It didn’t take long for you to get yourself
presentable enough to go and confront Yoongi. Marching up towards his door you
knocked three times crossing your arms over your chest. You bit on your bottom
lip when no one answered reaching forward you started to slam you fist against
the door not taking the silence to well. Yoongi was shouting from the hallway
and you could hear it, you were starting to become nervous as you rocked
yourself back and forth on your feet. Yoongi opened the door looking down at
you a mix of emotions washing over his face before a hard-tight smile was
pressed onto his features.
“What do you want little girl?” He asked snarling at you.
His tone made you push inside of his house past him as you glared up at him.
“We need to talk.” You said calmly.
“No, we don’t now get out.” Yoongi gripped at your wrist
trying to pull you outside but you jerked away from him shaking your head.
“I’m not going any fucking where until you talk to me.”
Yoongi was annoyed, cursing he slammed the door and gripped at your wrist
tighter pulling you to him before his hand wrapped around your neck instead and
he pressed you against the wall.
“The last thing you are going to do is bring your ass in
here and tell me what to do. You need to watch your mouth and that little
princess attitude. The world doesn’t owe you.” Yoongi remarked trying to be as
calm as he can.
“And who’s going to make me watch it? Teddy bear?! I do what
I want bitch.” You slapped Yoongi on his face trying to get him to let you go.
Yoongi could feel the hand print on his face, looking back at you he slapped
you back before he pulled on your hair dragging you down the hallway behind
“HEY LET ME GO!” You shouted out as you followed after him
Yoongi was quick to throw you on the bed wrestling with you
to pull down your shorts and panties leaving you with just your shirt on. He
slammed his room door shut and locked it. You tried to get up and dash for the
door but Yoongi only caught you and kept you in his arms as he moved around his
room getting things he thought he would need. Slamming you back down on the
bed, he turned on his video camera. “Look at what little slut came to play with
me.” Yoongi chuckled huskily his eyes growing dark as he looked down at your
body. Your plump thighs on display for him as your hands tried to pull down
your shirt. Yoongi could feel all his want creeping back into his body but he
shook it off telling himself it would pay off it he just waited. “Here I have a
few rules but the main is simple, I am the dom and you are my slave. If you
can’t handle what I say or you feel it’s too hard then you might want to leave
right now. You entering in this room means you gave yourself to me. Everything
that I want to do to you is ok. Do you understand?” Yoongi asked pulling out
his phone, he hit the audio record button repeating everything again holding
out the phone to you. You didn’t know what to do until he showed you that it
was recording and you understood.
“I-I understand.” You nodded your head and he smirked
shutting off his phone.
“Perfect, now I know you are used to getting your way and
having people baby you but you will not have that here. You are aiming to
please me today, I could care less if you cum or not.” Yoongi muttered as he
sat up his camera and took things out of his drawer to align along the top dresser.
He turned on the camera hitting record as he watched you lay on the bed looking
at him with an almost innocent expression that he wanted to wipe off your face.
“Touch yourself for me.” He commanded leaning against the
dresser and you sighed.
“I can’t do that.” You frowned leaning back on your hands.
“And why not? All sluts know how to play with themselves.”
He responded back looking at your figure.
“Well because I’m not turned on and I am not a slut.” You
got defensive feeling your face heat up as he called you that.
“I don’t remember asking for you to speak back to me slut.
Now I will say this again touch yourself of you can get the fuck out. If you
can’t get horny that’s not my problem, you walk around here with your head held
high and you can’t even get your own pussy wet? You’re pathetic and certainly
not a sub I’d want.” Yoongi looked off unimpressed with you parts of him
expecting you to leave from his harsh words, but what he got was better than
what he expected.
You opened your legs for him, still very offended by what he
said but if anything, it made you want to prove a point. Your hand went to cup
your pussy, rubbing it up and down slowly you shut your eyes, thinking about
the man in front of you that made you wet. How deep his voice was, or how long
his fingers were. How it would feel to have him touching you like this,
complimenting you instead of talking down on you. Your pussy got wetter,
allowing you to feel like you were replacing your hand with his, stroking over
your lips you pressed a finger against your clit stifling a groan.
“No. Here you will moan.” Yoongi commanded, you were never a
moaner your voice bothered your own ears and you never thought anyone else
would like it so you didn’t. Sliding your middle finger inside of your pussy
you bit your lip again to quiet yourself shaking your head.
“I can’t.” You replied as you tried to ignore him and press
your finger deeper inside of you. You heard him moving things on his desk but
you didn’t think too look, slowly getting warmed up you moved your finger in
and out of your dampening heat pushing it as deep as you could.
“I’ll say it again. Moan.” Yoongi commanded with a dark
voice. You shook your head disobeying again and that was your mistake. Yoongi
was pressing the shock wand against you causing you to yelp and jerk from the
item looking to see what it was. “Did I tell you to stop?!” Yoongi asked
pressing the wand against your skin causing you to cry out as you shook your
head no. Your finger pressed back inside of your pussy, your hips rolling off
the bed as you gave him a tiny unsure moan, he raised the shock wand to press
it against your inside thigh and you moaned out his name in sheer fear of the
item sending jolts through your body, it was a hard press that caused a slight
pain. He moved back, watching you and you felt your heart rate calm down again.
Shutting your eyes slowly you added your second finger curving them inside of
your tight heat moaning for him, your legs starting to press down against the
bed as you thought of this as doing it for a gift or anything that would
“Look at me.” Yoongi commanded, your eyes slowly opened to
land on his, it made you flustered how he watched you, your own eyes unsure and
very flustered. You looked off and Yoongi picked up the wand from the dresser
causing you to gasp and look back at him.
“Tell me, what do you want little girl? You could have all
these men, and here you are my dirty slut on my bed finger fucking her pink
little pussy. What can I do for you?” Yoongi asked you. Opening your mouth, you
paused to think about the question before you looked at him thrusting your hips
“Do I really have to say it?” You asked softly your fingers
slowing down inside of your pussy.
“One. If you slow your fingers down I will punish you so
speed them up until I say stop. And two yes, to be a sub I need to know as your
dom what you want from me. I cannot give you what I think you want. You claim
you are so great, you should have no problem using that mouth.” Yoongi retorted
and you frowned.
“Fuck you.” You spat out. In a flash Yoongi was standing in
front of you at an angle where the camera caught everything.
“Fuck me?” He asked slamming his hands down on the insides
of your thighs. “Fuck me?” He asked again slamming his hand down harder on your
skin leaving imprints causing you to whine as he grabbed at your neck pushing
you into the bed, holding up the shock wand he started to press it against your
parted thighs and on top of your shirt causing you to whimper and squirm not
wanting to feel the shocking jolts. “If I were you I would watch my mouth
little girl. The only one who will get fucked here may be you if you play your
cards right. And I said to move those fingers faster!” Yoongi growled as he
pressed the wand down above your clit scaring you shitless. Your fingers picked
up speed pressing harder into your soaked entrance, watching as he pulled back
and smirked down at you letting your throat go so that he could slap at your
thighs. “What do you want?” He asked after he was successful in turning your
skin red, your body was throbbing every hit made you jolt, everything had you
feeling very sensitive to touch.
“I want you to fuck me.” You responded as your fingers
brushed against your clit, sweat starting to form against your forehead.
“That’s all? Anyone can do that.” Yoongi sighed going to
grab at something else on his dresser.
“Your dirty talk sucks.” He admitted coming back up to stand
in front of you.
“You may have a great pussy but you lack, and unless you can
convince me before I get bored of you that I should fuck you then there is no
need for you. I have my favorites.” He smirked seeing the look of slight defeat
on your face mixed with irritation. “Change my mind.” He breathed out huskily,
leaning down he kissed up your parted thighs causing you to whine out for him.
His teeth gripping at the hems of your shirt pulling it upwards as he listened
to the sounds of your fingers brushing inside of your heat. He leaned down
letting his tongue flick against your pussy lips, your head rolled back as your
stomach tightened up you cried out louder for him, wanting to feel more of the
playful flicks he was giving to you.
“Yoongi! I’m going to cum!” You announced but he had other
plans. Pulling back, he pulled at the shock wand shaking his head.
“No.” He stated simply leaning down to lick against your
“No?!” You questioned him, feeling in the back of your mind
you should’ve known better.
“I said no!” Yoongi growled out hovering the wand over your
pussy. “Bad girls don’t get cummies and you are far from a good little slut,
you will not cum until I say so or I swear you will get me off and I will give
a fuck about if you find pleasure today or not.” You groaned rolling your head
back trying to move your fingers and thrust at another spot but Yoongi shocked
you twice. “No cheating, fuck your spot.” Yoongi commanded. You shifted your
fingers again acting as if you found your spot and though you were moaning for
life Yoongi saw through your bullshit. “Untrustworthy slut.” He chuckled angrily
going to his desk to grab at a purple dildo. He pried your fingers away from
your heat throwing your hand away as he pressed the dildo against your
entrance. “Suck on your fingers like a good girl or you get the wand.” Him
saying the words alone had you shoving your fingers down your throat moaning
around them as he slid the toy inside of you, turning it on low he watched your
reactions as he thrust it in and out of you at different spots wanting to find
where you lost your mind. You were doing good of riding the toy always trying
to one up him. Yoongi gripped at your hips pushing you down against the bed, a
cry erupting from your lips as the toy found your spot. Your head rolled back
as the vibrations were turned to medium, Yoongi leaned down to lick up your
juices that were escaping from your pussy, biting back a groan he let his
tongue dance up and down your lips, soon he was pressing his tongue against
your throbbing clit that wanted attention. He watched you shift your hips, his
tongue making a slow languid lick up and down as he kept you pinned to the bed.
“I can’t Yoongi!” You cried out, the vibrations becoming too
much. This only excited him more, he switched the knob on the bottom making
sure it was on the highest settings not pulling the toy out as he watched you
writhe against the bed.
“Be a good girl. Don’t cum.” Yoongi warned moving to stand
over you. He let his hands start to slap at your thighs again, eliciting sweet
moans from your lips that he didn’t get the first time. You just didn’t know it
but you were starting to break for him piece by piece. He saw your hardened
breast under your shirt and he leaned down to flick his tongue against it,
feeling little balls on each side he knew you had a piercing, looking up at you
with surprise he kept his mouth shut for now, pulling on the piercing with his
teeth as you shook your head.
“Are you going to cum?” He teased as he saw your toes curl,
your thighs lifting as your face got red. Yoongi was un merciful as he let the
toy assault your spot, knowing the vibrations were killing you.
“It’s too much.” You whined, your stomach clenching as you
shut your eyes from the pleasure.
“Look at me. I said look at me!” He grabbed at the shock
wand pulling the dildo back as he started to shock you making you feel in a
state of having an orgasm and losing it at the same time, you were frustrated
that you had been denied, your juices leaked out on the bed. Yoongi smirked at
the puddle you had made.
“Shirt off.” He said and you did as instructed taking off your
shirt and throwing it onto the ground.
“Lick up your juices.” Yoongi pointed at his bed.
“I don’t know who’s been on this bed.” You twisted up your
face. Yoongi grabbed at your hair pulling you until he was pushing your face
down into the puddle of juices, his free hand reaching for a cane flogger that
he slapped against your back causing your skin to mark up as you tried to yell
out in pain, feeling suffocated as your face was pressed against the damp spot.
“As of now, the whore that’s been on the bed is you so you
shouldn’t have a problem licking up your own juices unless your pussy isn’t all
that great.” Yoongi growled his fingertips brushing against your scalp as he
pulled your head back, looking in your eyes he pressed his forehead against
yours. “I’ll say it again. Fucking lick it up.” It was something about the
darkness in his eyes that made you not want to question what would happen if
you didn’t do it. Leaning down against the bed, your tongue stuck out as you
started to lick at the wet spot, your cheeks burning as he let you go and went
for his camera pressing it in your face. You stopped and he glared grabbing at
the wand. You went back to licking the spot swirling your tongue around the
silk materialled sheets that he had on his bed.
“Do you taste good slut?” He asked and you nodded your head.
“That’s a good little slut.” Yoongi praised, it did something to your insides,
your pussy was already a state but hearing him say good anything had you liking
the sound of it, your toes curling as you wanted to hear more of it from him.
Yoongi sat the camera back down looking back at you he grabbed more toys. “On
your back.” He commanded and you did so, watching him. He leaned down letting
his tongue glide against your nipples one by one. Soft moans echoed from your
lips as you arched your back, your hands tangling into the sheets beside you.
“You’re starting to give into daddy.” Yoongi commented as he
bit down onto your piercings, his tongue delighted to feel the metal balls
pressed against your pert nipples. He gripped at the nipple clamps pressing
them down on each of your breast. You winced wanting to take them off, to make
it worse he started to pull on the chain causing you to groan wanting to be
free of the things.
“Tell me what you want.” Yoongi asked again moving to take
off his shirt, your eyes roamed his figure looking over his smooth flawless
skin, he had one hickey on his collarbone and that made you feel jealous,
looking up in his eyes you bit on your bottom lip clearing your throat.
“I want you to touch my pussy, to play with me. Use your
tongue.” You said avoiding his gaze.
“You’re getting a little better. Who am I?” He asked and you
lifted an eyebrow.
“Nope try again.” He said and you frowned.
“I’m not calling you daddy.” Oh but you will. He promised
darkly. “On all fours. Ass up face down.” You rolled over for him, getting into
position as he wanted, you heard him shift around behind you, not knowing what
he grabbed but soon you felt him pour some substance on you that you took as
oil or something of the sort. Yoongi rubbed it into your ass, grabbing a paddle
he aligned the cool mahogany colored wood against your ass striking you once. A
loud cry of pain erupted from your lips as you looked over your shoulders up at
him. Yoongi winked down at you hitting your ass again watching as the flesh
jiggled. He grabbed the purple vibrator sliding it back inside of your pussy,
he thrust it in and out of you while he spanked your ass.
“Who am I?” He asked again as he saw your hips move, the
dildo thrusting against your spot as quick as he could move his hand. Your back
arched and he slammed the paddle back down onto your body, you didn’t speak
thinking you could get away with it. Yoongi growled taking the toy from you and
denying you any pleasure. He swung the paddle down against your ass until it
was a blistering red color, the prints looking angry against your skin. He
trailed his fingers across the marks disappointed that you weren’t listening to
him. He dropped the paddle rolling you onto your back. Smiling sweetly, he
grabbed at a small plastic bag setting it on the bed, the other hand connecting
his black battery on the underside of a glue gun that he had. Yoongi walked
around the bed, reaching under to get restraints to cuff your arms wrist above
your head on the bed. He walked back around you undoing the tied-up plastic bag
“It’s been a while, since I’ve did this to someone, but you
will break. And if you cum, you will not ever get to touch me again.” He promised
looking you in your eyes. He pushed the dildo back inside of you, letting the
high vibrations ring through your body. Your hands jerked on the cuffs that
were around your wrist. He moved to press the hot glue gun against your chest.
“What are you-“ You couldn’t even ask because he slapped
your pussy causing you to gasp as he squeezed down on the trigger, the hot
liquid pressing on your skin and causing you to hiss. It was so hot that the
smoke was rising from it as he slid it down in a line.
“TAKE IT OFF!” You cried out, your body turning red as
Yoongi decorated a pattern on your stomach with it.
“Say the words and I will.” Yoongi responded as if it wasn’t
a big deal. You grit your teeth watching you and hating him, he smirked drawing
the glue down to your thighs. “Do you know why I chose glue instead of wax?” He
asked and when you shook your head he smirked pulling his whip from his drawer
setting the hot glue gun down over paper towel. “it’s easier to break off.” He
commented as he started to whip your skin. Loud curses of pain left your lips,
but strangely enough some part of you liked it, every strike that he cracked
against your skin. Yoongi gripped at the shock wand with his free hand pressing
it against your body, you became a mess, writhing with a dildo buried inside of
your crying out, almost literally as your eyes welled up. Yoongi kept going not
pausing or slowing down.
“What am I?” He urged again, letting the whip focus on your
abused nipples that were already suffering from the clamps.
“Daddy!” You shouted out, anger washed over you, you were
embarrassed to be giving into him, he chuckled sitting down the shock wand that
had your body writhing, he gripped at the dildo pressing it against your spot
fucking you with it quickly.
“Say it again.” He commanded, you looked at him but the
striking of the whip caused your mind to blank and you just reacted.
“Daddy! Fuck daddy! Please.” You whimpered out feeling your
hips jerk against the toy, you wanted to cum so badly.
“No.” Yoongi denied you again pulling the toy from you. You
were angry with that man you wanted to get up and walk away but you couldn’t
because you agreed to stay, you had wanted this all these years and now you
were getting it. Yoongi gripped at the hot glue gun again, pouring more on your
body but this time he was sticking little pieces of paper to it. Looking down
through teared eyes you watched as he decorated your body. He gripped at your
hair pulling your head up a bit so that you could see better.
“All these words on your body are what you are to me. A
dirty filthy slut. A cumslut, a sperm dumpster. A rag doll whose only good for
fucking.” Yoongi commented, your eyes watered up more at his words, his other
hand let the glue gun go as he stroked your clit, your anger slowly being replaced
by pleasure but the tears poured from your eyes.
“Say it.” Yoongi commented. He knew you hated this, the look
on your face, being turned on by those words said to you but your hips moved,
your body was craving his fingers to brush against you, you wanted him. He
slipped two fingers inside of you stretching you out and finger fucking you.
You bit on your bottom lip as he pressed his forehead against yours, moaning as
he rolled his hips against one of your legs. He was intoxicating and he was
indeed breaking you. “Are you going to be good for daddy?” He asked softly
curling his fingers against your spot. Your mouth flew open as you let out a
jagged breath. “That’s right baby, I want this pussy. I want you to feel good.
But you have to give into daddy.” He said the words so sweetly almost as if it
were a promise. You shut your eyes before opening them again, rolling your hips
against his fingers. “What are you?” He asked licking across your bottom lip.
“I’m daddy’s little slut.” You whispered out to embarrassed
to say it louder.
“What?” He asked you, his fingers picking up speed.
“I-I’m daddy’s little slut.” You said again a bit louder as
his fingers continued to assault your spot.
“Yeah? You’re my dirty little fuck toy, aren’t you?” Yoongi
growled biting on your bottom lip causing you to whimper as he finger fucked
“Yes I am!” You cried out as your stomach tightened but you
knew you had to hold it, you just knew it.
“All mine to fuck and destroy, everything on you is mine,
even this dirty little pussy.” Yoongi pulled his hand back to slap at your
pussy before he shoved in three fingers inside of you soon making it four.
“Say it. Say what you are.” Yoongi worked on your slicked
pussy, watching as you struggled to speak because of the pleasure. Instead of
slowing down he added another finger inside of you, all his fingers and his
thumb buried into your pussy. Grabbing at the shock wand he pressed it against
your skin causing you to cry out.
“I’m your dirty little fuck toy! Everything is yours! Yes,
daddy it’s all yours.” You cried out rolling your head back before you could
feel his fist closing up inside of you. “Daddy no! Daddy please no.” You looked
down at him as he started to fist you. Yoongi smirked proudly, you were the
second girl he ever tried this with, sliding his fisted hand in and out of you
he rubbed your clit with his hand after he sat down the wand.
“Sluts get fisted baby girl. Look at how you’re taking this
fist up your pussy. You’re that loose? A fucking whore I knew it. On your
knees, all the time. How many men have you let do this?” He teased causing your
face to heat up as you moaned your eyes shutting as he fucked you. You were
embarrassed you knew you were sight to see with all these words hot glued on
your body and a man’s fist up your pussy. Your hair was starting to stick to
your face, your body was having a hard time regulating breathing. Yoongi slowly
removed his fist and his hand from you when he knew you wanted to cum. It hurt
so bad, your pussy was throbbing with release, the juices were sliding from you
and you felt empty. Looking up at Yoongi you watched as he took off his pants
walking around the bed. “Open.” He commanded you.
He dropped his boxers as you looked up at him, seeing his
hard cock spring out to press in the air. The tip was red and angry, his veins
popping out against his skin and he looked sexually frustrated. Yoongi waited
for you to open your mouth, sliding you up a bit, he made sure your head was
hanging off the bed, his slipped his cock past your lips opening his legs wider
to be on either side of his face. He started to roll his hips forward burying
himself down your throat as much as he could. Rutting his hips forward he
watched as you stretched your mouth wide trying to fit him in without choking
too much. His balls were slapping you in the face causing you to become more
flustered as his fingers busied themselves back on your clit.
“Mmm you’re sucking me so well. You must really like my
balls in your face. Or you’re just a very cock hungry girl.” He teased as he
picked up the speed of his hips. Yoongi gripped at your hips lifting you up in
the air, your legs on either side of his face as you were hanging upside down.
Not able to do much but place your hands on his knees due to the restraints you
felt your heart pound hard in your chest at the thought of him dropping you.
Yoongi started to lick at your abused pussy, shoving his tongue into your
entrance he tasted all of you burying his face as much as he could. He gave you
moans letting it vibrate onto your body as you moved your head up and down on
his shaft, your tongue finding his most sensitive parts and attacking them,
Yoongi knew you were good at head which was why he saved this, it was hard
enough not giving into you. He wanted you but he had to treat you like he hated
you or he would have always given in. Yoongi let his tongue swirl around your
pussy, mapping out the insides of your slick heat. His tongue licked up all
your juices, before he pulled back to grab at your ass cheeks and spread them
wide, looking at the camera and hearing you whimper around his dick lodging it
down your throat causing you to choke as he teased your asshole. He smirked
proud to get the reactions out of you that he wanted.
He slowly pulled away and pressed you down into the bed
before he pulled out of your mouth. Yoongi gripped at the restraints taking
them off you moving back to slide the camera stand close to the bed. He pulled
at your hips moving you until you had one leg pushed up and the other down, on
your stomach but your upper half was twisted. He aligned himself with your
heat, but he didn’t push in. “Fuck yourself on it pro.” He responded slapping
at your ass cheek. You huffed, licking over your swollen lips you tried to move
your position. “No, just like this, I want to capture that wet pussy taking me
in on camera.” He admitted as he kept you in place. Slowly you slide down on
his cock, your head rolling back as you took only half of him in. You didn’t
need time adjusting thanks to him and other encounters. Bouncing yourself on
his dick as much as you could your hands fisted the sheets under you as you
rode him. Yoongi bit on his bottom lip knowing your game. You only took half of
him in so you wouldn’t moan or get caught by the camera enjoying it or doing
too much work. He gripped at the top of your thigh by your hip sliding himself
forward earning a moan of pleasure from your lips. It was the first time you
had bothered to take anyone in all the way and no one until now had caught your
game. Yoongi leaned over your body, grinding his hips forward as your hand
pressed on his lower stomach.
“Fuck Y/N. I see why you stay tight. Have you been cheating
all these years’ baby girl? That’s.. Cute” Yoongi admitted slowly snapping his
hips forward he pulled back to grab at the camera pressing it downwards to look
at how he connected with you, your ass meeting his hips as he slipped deeper
inside of you.
“Daddy don’t.” You whimpered slightly feeling full of his
cock buried inside of you, becoming connected to him in ways that you had never
done before. Yoongi had his own agenda staring to speed up he held the camera
in place as he watched you.
“Don’t what? Fuck this little pussy until you’re cumming?
Fuck you into the mattress? Or paint all of you white because you don’t know
how to handle teddy bear’s dick?” Yoongi smirked as he continued to snap his
hips against yours picking up speed. His impactful thrusts got harder, his lust
filled eyes studied your body, Yoongi leaned down to grab at the chain pulling
it causing your breast to feel sore and you whined out laying against the bed.
He made sure that every thrust had you gasping for air or calling out for him
in some way. He sat the camera back down keeping you in position, his free hand
pulled at your hair as he turned your head to his. Kissing your lips, he wasted
no time slipping his tongue into your mouth giving you a very wet and sloppy
kiss, your teeth clashing with one another as he fucked you harder. He gave a
pattern hitting your spot three times before he missed on purpose. He pulled
back to growl against your lips, looking in your eyes as his hand moved to grab
at your neck instead. He shifted his hips to land strictly against your spot,
causing you to try and gasp for air as he brought you down against him,
slamming you on his shaft. He bit on your jaw, his other hand pressing down
into the bed as he ruined you on his sheets. Your eyes were overflowing with
water, the mix between pain and pleasure, your stomach tightening up and air
cutting off was too much. You were overwhelmed but it felt great and you knew
soon you were going to cum.
“You want something?” Yoongi growled, rolling his hips
forward pulling out until he had just the tip in and slamming back inside of
you creating a faster rhythm, his hips were starting to feel sore and he had
the strongest urge to cum but he had to get you off first.
“Can I cum?” You whispered as his grip got a little tighter.
“Can you cum what pet?” He asked you as he watched your eyes
drop and your face form the most beautifully aroused expression he had ever
seen in a slave.
“Can I cum daddy?” You asked before you looked in his eyes.
“Please let me cum Yoongi.” The way you said his name, had him groaning out
yours as he nodded. “Cum kitten.” He wasn’t going to last long but seeing you
give into your orgasm and tighten up around his shaft, how your whole body
shook and bent to his will, your essence sliding out on his cock as he released
your neck was enough. Yoongi quickly picked you up, pressing your back against
his chest and spreading your legs out wide he fucked you in the air pounding
his hips up creating more lewd sounds of skin colliding with skin your juices
dripping down to his balls. He continued slamming into you until you were a
sobbing mess meeting your second orgasm. Yoongi released as soon as you did the
second time, slamming you down on the bed he pinned your wrist beside your head
driving into you harder, both of your legs spread as he let his shaft penetrate
you. You were trying to move, the overstimulation becoming too much as he fucked
your spot harder. It took a bit longer but he had you cumming for the third
time pinning you in place, his hips circling against your ass, his wet balls
slapping against your pussy, Yoongi pulled back feeling another wave hit him,
his cum shooting out in thick ropes onto your lower back and your ass some
escaping to slip down your crack. Yoongi took deep breaths combing his dark
blue and black hair from his face. Letting his heart calm down he lifted you up
a bit taking off the nipple clamps and going to turn off the camera. He started
to clean up his stuff as you lay there soaked in cum and hot glue with letters.
You rolled over on your back, slowly starting to unpeel the letters from your
body. You felt sore and your eyes searched for the male that had escaped into
the bathroom and turned on his shower. You got up, thinking that it was all
over wanting to just go back home to bask in this and frown that it was over
but at least you had more dates.
“What are you doing?” Yoongi asked you as he came from his
closet with a towel around his waist going towards his bathroom.
“I’m going home.” You said as if it was obvious. “I have a
date later.” You reached for your shirt but Yoongi snatched it smirking.
“No you don’t. You’re mine now. And that doesn’t mean I’m
your man but when I call you, then you come running because that’s what we
agreed on.” He smirked at the color drain from your face.
“It was a one-time thing!” You shouted.
“Ahh see that’s where you’re wrong. You see, I have a sex
tape of you now. And that means unlike your little plan of just fucking me to
say you got me, I enjoy degrading you very much and I plan to do it as many
places as possible.” He winked before you opened your mouth.
“I’ll sue! You can’t do this!” You yelled glaring at him
because you couldn’t fathom the fact that someone could one up you or trap you
“Well I’ll tell you what. If you do sue, I have a voice
audio as a verbal agreement between us. I will also let you go, but I get to
show your parents. And all the men you’ve ever screwed. I know for a fact the
things I’ve done to you no man hasn’t. O-Oh~ Yoongi.” Yoongi smirked faking one
of your moans causing your body to become heated with rage and a deep scarlet
set on your skin. You sat there rooted in place unbelieving this had happened
“See, you may be smart but I am smarter. Why do you think I
stayed away? Not because I didn’t want you, I just had to play your game. SO
now you belong to daddy who is going to shower, and when he comes back you
better be clean and waiting for me to tell you what you and I will do today.
But since you had to misbehave so quickly then I won’t bother to tell you where
the bathroom is. But it does take me on average ten minutes to shower.. If I was
my hair.” Yoongi shut the door and you thought about escaping or even
disobeying but one sound of the shocker pressing against the door had him
gloating and you limping to find the nearest bathroom.
I literally redid this story four times so I hope you all really like it.
First of all, to you, as someone who presumably does not ship KatsuDeku, I’d like to thank you for coming to my ask box with a calm and respectful question rather than wagging fingers and yelling about how the pairing is disgusting and anyone that ships it is filth; or saying things that people who hate Katsuki and Izuku paired together usually use as an example as to why Katsuki is a pretty terrible person and why they should never be together. So, before I answer your question, i really need to say thank you.
Without any more delay, let’s delve into this!
And please, just bare with me, I have a point to all this.
Their relationship was indeed abusive growing up, and anyone that can’t see it is either blind, or chooses to be blissfully ignorant. It was a textbook case of bullying, and first I want to say, that by “shipping” the two of them, that I in no way condone treating another human being like absolute dirt.
With that being said, Katsuki is a strange character. Too many see him as nothing but blind rage, anger, and (in my opinion) his most dangerous personality trait, pride. Izuku was a very young boy when Katsuki began bullying him, and our small green son said himself that once Katsuki had gotten his quirk he began to change.
I’m not excusing his behaviour, but Katsuki, as an impressionable child (as most are), with his drive and determination to be the best, was encouraged by absolutely everyone, and denied by no one. They didn’t just whisper that he was meant for greatness, they loudly exclaimed it, shouted it, and ingrained it into his head. He was told that he would be simply amazing because of his quirk, and then izuku, who didn’t have one, matched his fiery spirit all the way, despite HIM being the best.
A childs psyche is easily fucked with. This kid sat there with heavy expectations, and hopes and dreams on his shoulders. He was told he was amazing by everyone, so it must be true right? He treated Izuku badly all because he was quirkless, but no one stopped him from behaving in such a way, despite it being quite obvious as to what he was doing (Katsuki isn’t known for being quiet), so he couldn’t have been doing anything too bad right?
All that pressure, self doubt, fear of failure, insecurity, and self loathing when he couldn’t reach the top comes with those societal expectations and borderline demands. It all builds up inside and it’s been showing in the recent chapters. His treatment of Izuku… I don’t think Katsuki is as apathetic to Izuku’s suffering as he lets on. Katsuki’s anxiety about his own abilities was never Izuku’s fault, but he saw him as a hurdle to climb over, simply because he unknowingly regarded him as someone who was on par with him, quirk or no. Izuku always met him every step of the way in exuberance, dedication, perseverance despite not being as “amazing” as he is, and infuriatingly enough, beat him when it came to bravery.
If Izuku really was no more than a pebble to him, Katsuki wouldn’t have cared so much about building himself up in comparison, and would have simply dismissed him as another side character, but that doesn’t seem to be the case.
Izuku endured years of bullying, both emotional and physical mistreatment from Katsuki, yet this blindingly upbeat, and downright Heroic boy has this amazing gift to see the good there is in a person. He can read a person, and see their pain, and tries to obliterate it with his words. As an example, for Shouto, Izuku saw that he was suffering, and used the only power he had from the start to try and save him; the power of speech and his belief in peoples inner strength (or something equally as MC protag-ish). I think that’s what he’s been trying to do with Katsuki from the start. I personally believe that Katsuki perhaps knows that, and sees Izuku pointing out these things to him, or admiring them, as him dragging out and mocking what he sees as weakness in himself. Not that ‘being amazing’ is a weakness, but the fact that Izuku sees him, like his front of fury is so transparent that he could stick his hand through his chest, is like he’s being made out to be a fool. Heros are supposed to be strong, show no fear, and unquestionably courageous. Izuku has beat him in every respect as Katsuki sees it now, yet Izuku’s still there, praising him, and ‘making fun of him’. Katsuki has never needed any real encouragement, as he’s always been at the top. It was just expected respects and due praise to him. He probably has no idea what it means to have someone really believe in him. He was supposed to be the one to make it big, yet there’s “Deku”, crushing not just his dreams, but making the voices of everyone around him, and the whispers of the adults of his past louder and louder, reiterating that he is meant to be something.
SO, ENOUGH ABOUT KATSUKI—
I just had to explain where I was coming from to make my point here, forgive me.
So Katsuki, as fucked up, and down right foul as he can be, isn’t completely to blame for becoming what he is. Again, I’m not excusing him, but I’m saying that Izuku can see that. Izuku isn’t blind to it, at least not completely, because if I was that kid I woulda’ changed schools a long time ago, but this strong green bean has thought about it- said it to himself- and even said it to atsuki’s face (kind of) that he’s a fucking asshole. Izuku has even gone so far as to think about how he hates the guy.
I completely understand where you’re coming from anon.
I really, really do.
I was also bullied really bad by a few people, but two of them, who were incidentally two of the worst by a long shot, are now some very good friends to me. The only thing I can say about that is… people change. They just… grew up.
I’m not saying that everyone needs to go out there and confront their bullies, or people who harassed them, because not all people can make peace with who they were in the past, or perhaps never learned to function a different way, but it happens. You don’t need to gain any closure with a past tormentor, and you are allowed to live your life without sparing them another thought. That is 100000% a-okay. But so is forgiving people, and helping them down a better road to becoming a significantly kinder person. People are allowed to forgive as well as cast away, and this is something I have become very intimate with given my “family” situation. I completely understand that some just can not be forgiven, not ever… but in light of those who are undeserving, I’ve learned and become aware of who is forgivable. Katsuki wasn’t so bad as to not be forgiven and perhaps be given a chance.
We always forget that children can be so cruel. They can be kind, but they don’t even know who they are yet. They can’t make executive decisions concerning some basic life choices. We can’t expect them to understand what they’re doing wrong all the time. Hell, even as adults, humans are constantly learning and shaping themselves to their environment and the people around them.
One of my bullies, they were especially crude and mean to me because they “liked me”. Now they’ve admitted that it was not the way to approach things, and they’re deeply sorry for the ways they acted in high school. They made my life hell for the few months of grade eight all those years ago. I was on the rugby team with him as well, and he and his friends, who i had to play with, would be especially rough with me. It was fine, I thought. I was capable of handling it. We’ve talked about how the stigma and influence of his father and “friends” drove him to act in those ways. How the “boys will be boys” and “Boys pick on girls if they like them” thing was ingrained in his head. It was so influential and potent in his thought process that he thought that me fighting back only meant I liked him too- and drove him to do it even more.
The second of one of my worst bullies was a girl who also went along with the crowd, but now knows that she was a tyrannical queen bee. She had a lot of insecurities, as most bullies often do, and her mother was always on her about being a perfect woman, which now we’ve bonded over due to our similar circumstances. She knows what she did was wrong, and despises what she was in the past. We found eachother again when we volunteered as sort of ‘big sisters’ to teen girls, and did occasional groups with them as well. She knows she did a lot of bad, but hopes to make up for it now that she’s realized her grave mistakes. She’s since broken up with a lot of the “friends” who were just as toxic in high school, and surrounds herself with body-positive, loving people, and i couldn’t be happier to talk to her, and be friends with who she is today, and accept all her past faults and misconducts.
Now, i’m not trying to project my own circumstances here, because I definitely don’t want to see a few bullies I had in school, but I also broke one of their noses, and drop kicked another, so I feel like i got a bit of payback.
What I’m trying to say here,bottom line, with out all the gabbing, is that people can change. I’m not telling you, or talking down to you like I don’t think you know that, but I’m saying it as a generalization for my conclusion here (and for those who are very adamant that a bad person is permanently a douche canoe).
I don’t believe people are inherently bad. Although a person’s experiences and environment can shape the way they see the world, and how they put themselves forth in it, they can improve themselves. As adults, young adults, and perhaps growing teens who are beyond their years, we can look back and take into consideration that everyone’s issues are at play, and acknowledge that it isn’t always a black and white situation. No one is perfect, but we can strive for it as best as we can.
The majority of KatsuDeku shippers focus on Katsuki making amends, and growing past whatever beastly guise he buried “who he really is” under. I think I speak for most of the KatsuDeku shippers when I say we only want Izuku to get through to him, and for Katsuki to recognize himself, his wrongdoings, and fucking apologize. Most fics are all about redemption, or placed in a setting where it’s already happened. I mean, yes, there’s darker fics, every pairing has those, and it may just seem a little more intense given their past with each other, but really, with KatsuDeku…. I get the feeling a lot of us just really want that witty romcom pairing where they kind of piss each other off, but come together to save the world in the end kinda deal. If it was 2005 or something, we could be having this conversation about Naruto and Sasuke or something, who beat the ever loving shit out of each other, yet still had this deep rooted connected between them (that usually translated to each other through fists and screams, like jesus christ LOL).
Katsuki is also filled with passion and drive, and I think he’s more than a little above average on the attractive meter, so there are those fics where it’s purely them, realizing they can rock each other’s world…
I think we all see Katsuki’s insecurity, and want Izuku to continue to try and ease it- but we also don’t want him to be walked all over. We know Katsuki is a nugget of dickcheese. But this kid has also been publicly humiliated in the sports festival, beaten at every aspect of who he is- or what he was suppose to be, taunted and berated by his teachers and peers (which has never been happened before), captured and made to feel helpless, denied of even getting a hero’s training license (so failing at the bare minimum of what he should be doing), and Izuku can understand those feelings more than anyone else i’m sure. Izuku is a fucking VIP in those departments, or at least he was in the past. Katsuki is experiencing what Izuku has gone through, though in different aspects and situations, and Izuku could probably relate on eleven personal levels.
Katsuki and Izuku have history, and share a lot more in common than either of them would like to admit. They arguably have one of the deepest and most complex relationships in the series, and there’s so much more to them than “the bully and the victim.” They share pain and experiences, and though Izuku’s was majorly inflicted by Katsuki, he’s a big enough person to work past that, and be there if Katsuki so happens to work past his own issues. Izuku’s a strong willed motherfucker, and he’s the only thing that Katsuki Bakugou has never truly broken. If Katsuki could see that, and how despite himself, he’s used Izuku as his strength and drive to keep going, they could be unstoppable side by side.
I’d like to see what they could possibly be if Katsuki can manage grow as a person, which he is slowly, but steadily accomplishing. We just want Katsuki to say he’s fucking sorry, and listen to Izuku instead of getting his programmed prejudices, persistent, and intrusive, selfish desires, his need to excel, and pride in the way.
Izuku is strong, and more than capable of taking care of himself now. He’s made it clear he’s done being bullied, and is more than happy to go head to head with Katsuki to be his equal, though it’s kind of clear Katsuki may have seen him as such from the beginning. Still, he’s always reaching out to Katsuki, trying to raise him up despite his aversion to receiving support, and his determination to be on his own- and be number one. That’s the kind of strength one can only muster if they really care about someone I think.
With all that being said, you also asked me why i saw this relationship as healthy. Their current relationship… is not exactly healthy, but more dysfunctional than anything. There isn’t anything “healthy” about their past relationship at all, but now, I think Izuku is capable of pulling his weight. Some good rivalry never hurt anyone in these sorts of animes. This is also fiction. What I see as alright in fictional relationships does not reflect what I think is alright for a real relationship. There needs to be a firm line between fictional relationships and real relationships. Some are easier to establish than others, and it varies in difficulty from person to person.
If I saw two people interacting as Izuku and Katsuki do now, while knowing about their strength and how they butt heads on fairly equal grounds, I probably wouldn’t interfere. People are allowed to fight. People are allowed to argue, but hey, they’re pretty much on equal fighting terms.
If I saw them interacting like they did in middle school, I would be on that so fast, their heads would spin.
Perhaps I’m a bit desensitized or jaded when it comes to subjects like these simply because I’ve experienced some pretty extreme forms of abuse… but when I think of KatsuDeku, I can only hope for the best. KatsuDeku is easy for me to establish as fictional, and even if it wasn’t, where both the boys are now, I think they can handle each other. Their relationship isn’t so abusive currently that red flags start to fly.
Ever heard of Killing Stalking? Red flags there for me personally. Now, that shit straight up (and I don’t use this word lightly because some people just over use it to the point of giving it no meaning and now it’s just a joke to me) triggered me, because before I knew it, I was crying all over myself and having a panic attack, and flash backs, and all that lovely stuff. But it’s fiction. I recognized it as such, and acknowledged that people are allowed to like it, and read it it, draw it, ship it, w/e they want, because chances are they’re aware that this isn’t how a regular couple should function. This isn’t me saying “It’s not bad enough abuse for me to dislike it, because look what it COULD BE” when it comes to our aspiring heros, it’s just…. Izuku isn’t some helpless little kid, and I very much want him to prove that. He’s not a victim anymore.
KatsuDeku isn’t the best of relationships right now, but it’s certainly not the worst, and has a lot of potential to grow and shape into something. Canonly; more than likely they’ll just become friends, because everything is very hetero-normative in japan, though there’s room for a lot more than friendship. They’ve exposed themselves on so many levels that I think they would be even closer because of their past. Concerning fan works; a shit ton of material to play off of here. A pretty interesting date or two lies in store there, lol.
I’m sorry if I didn’t correctly answer your question, or if I made no sense, or rambled, or left things out that were in my thoughts and didn’t quite make it into my… lengthy response here. If I ever came off rude up there, that was not my intention, and was just trying to explain!
Thank you for your question! My sympathies to your past bullying experience, and i’m glad you no longer have to deal with that ;A;
If i wasn’t clear on anything, or should clarify, don’t hesitate to ask!
- allura discovering she was gay on Altea, when she was 17
- she was at a royal gathering of sorts, kinda like a ball held in the castle, where she met a rather interesting girl there
- needless to say, things got heated in a private corner of the castle and that girl was her first kiss
- this girl then went on to being allura’s first girlfriend
- allura never really felt comfortable dating guys
[quick note: we never see anything about allura’s mom???? and I want to know about her because the mother daughter bonding????]
- alfor and coran acting like her two dads over the years really influenced her as well [lowkey hinting at alforan]
- allura only ever told coran because she trusted him and didn’t know how her father would react
- coran supporting her completely
- when she found out altea had been destroyed, she was not only devastated for her father, but for her girlfriend as well
- coran knew this. every night ever since they woke up after those 10,000 years, he would let her cry on his shoulder, he could comfort her and he too would shed a tear. they would both mourn the lost souls of the ones they loved
- allura coming out to the paladins, coran by her side the entire time
- e v e r y o n e ’ s r e a c t i o n s
- everyone is freaking the fuck out and lance’s just like “i fuCKING KNEW IT, I KNEW SOMETHIN WAS UP WHEN SHE WOULDN’T FALL FOR MY CHARM.”
- pidge: “the only thing that would fall for your nonexistent charm is a slug, and keith.”
- shiro and hunk being supportive and happy for her + congratulating her
- pidge giving allura a bear hug, which surprises allura very much but she loves it
- keith gives her a lil smile and congratulates her
- lance: *holds up hand* bi five?
- allura and lance laughing purely and hugging after
- coran actually crying tears of joy and giving the biggest hug to allura at the end because he’s so proud of his girl
“Hey Rem, how about you draw Jack in the same pose he is in the Zoootpia artbook?”
“Say no more…”
I died when she sent me THIS. I didn’t want to publish this bio because I wanted to keep this Jack all to myself. I’d buy a house just to fill every wall with this picture, no kidding. Well… time to tell you something about Jackie!
Full name: Jack Savage
Cynthia Walker ->
coworker, they were “friends” once, but they’re still connected somehow
boss, one of the few mammals that is able to genuinely upset him
assistant, even if he still acts like a teenager, Jack appreciates him
Stella Rogers ->
Cynthia’s assistant, he feels like she really hates him
parents -> his mother is dead, his father is still alive but they haven’t seen each other for ages
the first bunny cop he’s ever met. That’s why Judy kinda captured his interest (he also thinks she’s pretty cute)
crafty fox. Jack doesn’t quite understand him, but in the end he’s not too bad… probably
life: being able to always do his job to the best of his capabilities, teaching Cynthia how to properly feed herself
Jack comes from a normal family. However, since his mother’s death due to illness, he started to question what strength and willpower were and how him, who was just a little hare, could do something to nurture them. Some years later, he managed to meet Gregory Kohle and begged the dog to let him join the GSD force. During his very first mission ever, he met Cynthia Walker and saved her.
Since that day, Jack has trained with all this might in order to become a perfect agent. For him, that was all that mattered… but then, he got the chance to better know the vixen he had saved, Cynthya, and they sort of became friends. However, both Jack and Cynthia always thought that their relationship was something slightly different from regular friendship.
Now Jack, despite his stature and the fact he’s a hare, he’s one of the most capable agents of the whole GSD; and, like every good agent, he’s got a certain secret which is the cause of something really bad that happened some years ago…
Author: @eradikeats-writes as part of Exordia Academy - a series of ongoing one shots with @kpopfanfictrash and @the-porcelain-doll-xo Creative Content Contributors: moodboard by @baebae-goodnight (LOOK AT IT, IT IS GORGEOUS) Pairing: Junmyeon x Reader (oc; female) Summary: Junmyeon thinks of himself as cursed. Every time he touches things, he gets visions of all those who held it before him; when he touches people, he gets their lived experiences and all their feelings regarding those experiences. Junmyeon doesn’t like touching anything at all. Until one day he sees you. Until one day, he realizes he wants to touch you. Superpower: Psychokinesis Rating: NC-17 Warning: explicit sex Word Count: 10,960
This is not his house.
Yet, this is his kitchen. Or, rather, it was.
This space, tilted and cavernous, is not a tangible reality.
But it could be.
It could be - it feels frighteningly as though it is, and so it is the spoon that makes him unsettled.
When I was 1, my mother and father got into their first argument. When I was two, my first baby brother was born– he looks just like mother. Still does. When I was 3, my last baby brother was born– he acts so strange and he’s the luckiest one too. He almost died twice, but an angel is always there to save him. When I was 4, my father moved out and my mother was finally free from his tyranny. When I was 5, my grandmother smiled because she caught me in my first lie. When I was 6, my grandfather passed away– I cried for a whole week… or maybe for the whole day… time is an illusion, yeah? When I was 7, I burned my grandmother’s kitchen down. She covered for me. When I was 8, I made a best friend at school. The next day he was another kid’s best friend, so I cried about it. When I was 9, my grandmother from Vietnam passed away. My mom cried that whole month. Time is still an illusion. When I was 10, my mother still hit us. When I was 11, I questioned my existence. Why am I here? When I was 12, I told her to stop hitting us. She called the cops on me. They said I didn’t do anything wrong. Case closed. When I was 13, I got my first heartbreak. When I was 14, I smoked my first blunt. When I was 15, I popped my first pill. When I was 16, I was single for a whole year. When I was 17, I met a smile with poetry written all over it. When I was 18, she broke my heart. When I was 19, I started to smoke a lot more. When I was 20, I was so damn lost. When I was 21, all we did was fuck. When I was 22, she said that this was enough. When I was 23, I dropped the razor. I’m 24 now. I wonder about 25. I chase after 26. I’m in love with 27. It gets better.