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Headcannon that you and everyone else will probably think Aizawa always plays the bad cop in the crime fighting duo but then you meet Mic and then it's really over for you
WHAT IT WAS SO GOOD CLAP FOR SADIST
And of course, for those of you who have yet to find this masterpiece, have THE animations
Reading the Dream SMP transcripts is like reading a dystopian book. George Orwell and Kazuo Ishiguro got nothing on those guys. I've never felt such a dysfunctional society, but I cant stop watching and reading the story because I've grown to adore all the damn characters. From Nihachu and Ghostbur to Dream and Techno. It's terrifying, but even when my head is telling me to not fall in the angst hole I literally jump in head first. I'm like not even half way through the first season, but I'm already ready to die for at least half the characters👍😀
Here are some links if anyone wants to read / watch from the beginning 🥱
CANVAS WHISPERS | JJK (teaser) (18+)
paring: jungkook x f!reader, artist jungkook x art student, sadist dom x little sub
genre: dark romance, angst, smut, enemies to lovers, age gap, happy ending (like after innumerable problems)
story content warnings: cursing; smut and mature contents (actually a lot, so be ready *naughty look*); dirty talks; she has a lot of kinks, she's called "little girl" but I have the impression that with a certain kink of degradation of hers she could also be called in other ways; both junkgkook and y/n have traumatic pasts; there'll be mention of panic attacks and depression, as well as the use of sedatives; both don't know love and will learn together what it means to be warmed by each other's human warmth, but first they will hate each other lol.
summery: an art college student and a man met in a museum. he's an artist, she hates his art. he's caos, she's armony. she's scared of the world, he will make her discover it thorugh his art. she keep a diary with all her most forbidden desires, he will read all of them and satisfy each craving of her. unfortunately, this artist does not know kindness; his mind is corrupted by sadistic thoughts that hardly suit a sensitive girl like Y/n, who will soon realize his true nature.
a/n: I'm really happy to finally publish my story. please forgive possible mistakes, english isn't my first language but i will try my best. i ask you to tell me what you think of this teaser, if you have ideas of how the story could be developed according to your own point of view. also, at each chapter i would be glad to hear your ideas about the story and, why not, suggestions that could help me in its development. I thank you immensely @cherryxkush for your valuable work and creativity in producing the fanfiction cover. show her love and support following her!
another note: I will post one chapter at a time every friday, if I have any problems I will let you know.
taglist: @khadeeeeej (thank you for be the first)
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Now enjoy your reading my darlings.
Seoul. Art exhibitions. An intense smell of paint.
This is what, ostensibly, Yun Y/n lived. 21 years old and an innate critical sense, Y/n studied at the prestigious art collage of Seoul. She had been living alone in a small apartment near her collage for quite some time.
She decided to leave her city, Busan, because of her parents, who were too strict and oppressive, in pursuit of her dream of becoming an artist.
However, their strictness led Y/n to close herself off, to act according to a certain pattern. This severity clouded Y/n's creativity: at the collage, she tried in every way to excel in all subjects but ended up failing when it came to painting and, consequently, expressing herself.
Y/n certainly didn't excel in popularity either; in fact, she found herself alone very often. That's why she always carried her secret diary with her. There, until a few years ago, she wrote about her fears, how much her parents scared her, or how how terrifying it was to deal with the world alone. Only in her diary could she be herself.
Things began to change when, one day, Y/n overheard a conversation between two students in the girls' bathroom during the break between classes. They were talking about masturbation, how a certain guy had made one of them reach her climax, and the orgasm he had induced to her.
All this was new to Y/n, and those topics had always been taboo in her house. Even after leaving home, she was afraid to explore her body, to let someone touch her like that, to make her feel pleasure. Y/n had no idea what it meant... so, given that she was a virgin, yet she had to start somewhere.
So she began to touch herself and discover unfamiliar sensations. Every time Y/n reached her climax, her mind was clouded: imagination wandered endlessly, from warm breaths against her neck to a pair of hands that choked her as their owner penetrated her mercilessly.
In her mind, sexual scenarios began to take shape where she was dominated, tied, blindfolded, and Y/n couldn't help but satiate those fantasies as best as she could, whether it was through clitoral stimulation, fingering or with a vibrator. This mattered little: she just needed to find out how much pleasure she was allowed to feel or how long her body could hold such a sensation without bursting into a little cry of pure pleasure. However, it was essential to jot down everything in that diary, which now didn't conceal fears anymore, but her darkest and most forbidden desires.
Of course, she needed someone to help her make them come true. The only problem was that she kept away every guy who tried to get close at her. Or perhaps, she will let get close the one man who she shouldn't have?
Jeon Jungkook, a man whom she would have first described as a "cursed artist": a twisted man with a dark past, childhood traumas, trying to make his way in the artistic world amidst numerous problems and criticisms.
His art was contradictory, obscene, and obscure – everything Yn was not accustomed to.
That man, whom, in her eyes, was nothing but a misunderstood madman, was incapable of making sense of his art. A man who, unlike her, lived by his instincts, fed off of them, and created chaos around him. Chaos that Yn madly hated.
The same madness that every night led her to imagine the many ways in which she would like to be caressed, tasted, touched, kissed, licked, fucked, and then cry with pleasure, over and over again. But remember, she hated that madness!
Yet...
“i can take anything” masochists when the stomach ache gets bad and they realize there is actually a hard limit they didn’t know about
Lust
I see you,
Lying there.
Your soft,
Gentle breathing,
Is my air.
So content.
So peaceful.
To disturb you,
I wouldn’t dare.
I want you to smile.
And I’m afraid that once you’re with me,
That smile will disappear.
I’d prefer to watch over you.
From here.
From your closet.
Where it’s safe.
If I spoke to you,
I would probably speak the truth.
Of all the things,
That I want to do to you.
The ways that I would make you sing,
Sometimes even make you sting.
Tightly tie you up with string.
Suddenly,
My patience withers.
I cannot wait any longer,
To do these things.
So,
I take the chloroform from my bag,
And I carefully pull out my rag.
I force the cloth upon your lips,
Wishing,
Wanting,
But a kiss.
With you,
Knocked out cold.
It’s almost like,
Your entire being has been sold.
We drive,
Down and down we go,
Into our,
Brand new home.
- (d.n.k)
Pride Greed Envy Wrath Lust Gluttony Sloth
Decided to re-draw SAD-ist’s butcher army drawing :)
can you identify as a sadist if its not at all sexual for you. if youre just mean
Love a girl that's obsessed with my bodily fluids 💦😇
P.s this includes blood