this was honestly the funniest email in the defunctland garfield video. who was out there detailing their explicit sexual experience in the garfield dark ride so eloquently that kevin defunctland had to censor it this much. i want to study you
hi again! i’m here to post something literally nobody on here asked for that started as a joke on twitter and turned into a very quick drabble that i wrote in the post-concert haze this morning. so. enjoy that
or rather an untitled 3mix piss kink drabble… lmfao
tags/warnings: piss, omorashi, kinda rough sex, verbal humiliation/degradation, edging. nayeon bullying tf out of jihyo in the backseat while jeongyeon drives them home, some soft aftercare. also it’s written in lapslock and i didn’t really edit it too much so 😭 there’s that, too
this kink isn’t for everyone so srsly read at your own risk!! if you stay, i hope you enjoy! tysm for all the support as always :3c
minors and cishet men dni.
jihyo actually thought she was somehow going to die from embarrassment. and pain, too- but mostly the pure and utter embarrassment from that entire situation. her whole body felt like it was on fire; both from the fact that she just ran around on stage for a solid three hours, and now from the way nayeon’s hand had slipped under the waistband of her sweatpants, resting right on top of the place she needed it the most.
… and, well, from the fact that her bladder fully felt like it was about to explode right there in the backseat of jeongyeon’s car.
“you really wore a thong that entire time?” nayeon’s voice was dreadfully chirpy right next to jihyo’s ear, condescending in the way she absolutely loathed. “no wonder you’re all worked up. were you expecting something when we got home?”
“unnie.” jihyo’s tone was flat- a warning more than a challenge. not that it mattered, really; it wasn’t like it was capable of stopping nayeon from teasing her. “i’m serious, i can’t- you’ve gotta stop.”
but nayeon didn’t budge. instead, she just scoffed. “what?” she asked, leaning in and taking she shell of jihyo’s ear between her teeth, biting down just briefly before running her tongue against it to soothe the ache. “something wrong, baby?”
jihyo could only let out the most pathetic whimper in response, twitching as nayeon’s fingers pressed into her even harder. jihyo could feel how swollen her clit was just based on how nayeon was practically pinching it between her index and middle fingers through that incredibly thin, stupid piece of fabric she called underwear. so much for giving the two of them a treat when they got to their apartment. it was soaked already- and if nayeon kept was she was doing up, it wouldn’t just be by jihyo’s wetness.
the whole situation was beyond fucking stupid. jihyo was going to spend the night with her two closest friends in their dumb apartment, and, like, sure- she absolutely wanted to get railed, that was the point of her asking. that, and the fact that jihyo always got clingy after they finished concerts, always needed to blow off that extra steam… sex just happened to be her favorite method, and they were both well aware that, were more than happy to have her over. there was always a spot for jihyo in nayeon and jeongyeon’s home.
but then nayeon got in a mood. and then she kept making jihyo chug water on stage. and then jeongyeon insisted on trying to beat the traffic out of the arena by leaving as soon as humanly possible, which meant jihyo barely had any time to change out of her outfit before she was being tugged off to the car, let alone get a chance to stop for a bathroom break. jeongyeon would never admit that she was just as much a part of the problem as nayeon was, but, she didn’t have to. right then, jihyo was wishing she’d asked to stay with sana, instead. but it was too late. they were stuck in the bumper to bumper traffic right after their own fucking concert.
“j-jeongyeon-ah.” jihyo gasped out, trying to get the older woman’s attention as nayeon started to rub tight circles into her cunt, slow and methodical. she could already feel the ache in her abdomen, the threat of a release inching closer with each movement. “you’ve- tell her to stop. please, jagi.”
jeongyeon only glanced up, locking eyes with jihyo in the rearview mirror. she looked tired, like she always did after a concert, even more so right then since she got hurt. there wasn’t an ounce of care left, it seemed. she only cut jihyo a look.
“not my place.” she grumbled, focusing back on the road, her hand tightening on the steering wheel. jihyo couldn’t see the smirk on her lips, but it was as clear as day when she spoke, though. “you’re the one who got in the backseat with her.”
god, of course, it was useless. she didn’t know what she expected. it wasn’t like either of them would ever pass up an opportunity like this.
“she’s right, jihyo-ssi.” nayeon cooed, pressing a kiss against the heated skin of jihyo’s cheek. her whole body felt like a fucking radiator, right then, warmness blooming all the way down to her bones. nayeon was loving every second of it. “you wanted this, after all. tell me you did.”
but there was just no fight left in jihyo, either.
“i did, unnie.” where she would’ve normally made some biting remark to try and put nayeon in her place, like a little lion cub trying and failing to scare off another predator, she couldn’t. each passing second in that position only made her mind feel like it was wondering further and further away. “i wanted this so fucking bad- but- ah, i can’t hold-”
“you can.” nayeon cut her off, firmly. “you can and you will hold it. or else you can sit in it the whole way home.”
the sound that escaped jihyo then was something between a moan and a cry, a metaphorical knife being pressed into her gut the moment nayeon decided to- finally- pull her thong aside, easily sinking two fingers down into jihyo’s soaked entrance. it felt as good as it did awful, pain and pleasure smacking into jihyo like a fucking brick as nayeon scissored her fingers a few times, a burning stretch opening her up before she started to thrust them, giving jihyo no time to actually adjust.
“unnie- nayeonie- please.” jihyo’s head fell back against the seat, one of her hands practically clawing at her seatbelt for leverage, the other one tight around nayeon’s knee. “please- i can’t- i can’t even think-” a harsh thrust cut her off, timed perfectly with a bump in the road, making the tightness in jihyo’s stomach all the more worse. “fuck, you’re so mean!”
“you poor thing.” nayeon whispered, pressing another kiss to jihyo’s cheek. it felt as gentle as it did destructive. “yah, jeongyeonie,” she looked up, then, not even giving jihyo the time of day as she bullied her fingers into her over and over again, the wetness making the most disgusting sound echo out in the backseat of the car. “our dumb little baby’s a wreck.”
jihyo felt like her head was spinning, like all the air had been sucked right out of her lungs and replaced by lead- solid and stinging. she took in a harsh breath, doing whatever she could to just ground herself, to focus on not letting go before nayeon told her to, on not ruining jeongyeon’s nice leather car seats. it wouldn’t be the first time, but, still. this whole thing was just beyond humiliating.
“i bet she is.” jeongyeon mumbled, too busy trying to make sure they didn’t get in an accident. she’d always been too damn good at focusing on literally anything else while jihyo got ruined. “damn shame i can’t see it myself.”
“oh, maybe we should make her keep her pants on while she cleans up her mess later? that way we both get a nice view.” nayeon said with a wild cackle, grinning ear to ear as she sped her thrusts up. “wouldn’t you like that, jihyo-yah?”
“yes-” jihyo didn’t even try to hide it anymore. it wasn’t like she really could, anyways. “yes, please, unnie.” there were tears in her eyes, a few steadily streaming down her cheeks, by then. the pressure was too much for her body to bear, and she was practically jumping each time nayeon fucked those long, bony fingers back into her, pressing right up against that one spot that made her see pure white each time it was touched. “ruin me- need you to tell me how- fuck, how gross i am- both of you- please.”
“such a good girl. so fucking nasty.” nayeon’s mouth was suddenly on her own, her tongue swiping across her lips before it forced its way between her teeth, claiming her with a rough kiss. “our good little girl.”
jihyo let out another cry the moment nayeon’s teeth dragged across her tongue, the sharpness of one of her nails pressing into what she could only assume was her cervix. of pain, of pleasure- she didn’t know. there wasn’t a difference anymore. and there wasn’t a shred of shame left in her brain, either. there wasn’t really much of anything in her head, other than how desperate she was for her release.
thankfully, though, somebody was going to give her some grace.
“i think she’s close, nayeon unnie.” jeongyeon said from the front seat. her voice was deep, somewhat soothing amongst the chaos of everything else. “i can tell she won’t last. ease her into it.”
nayeon pulled away, then. “already? how boring.” she used her free hand to wrap around the back of jihyo’s shoulders so she could grab her chin, pinning it between her fingers and forcing her head up so they could lock eyes. “she looks so stupid right now. you think she deserves it?”
silence followed the question, seconds dragging out so slowly that it felt like minutes, then hours. nayeon had removed her fingers from her cunt, then, choosing to focus on jihyo’s throbbing clit instead. they practically danced against the sensitive bundle of nerves, tracing featherlight shapes into the swollen flesh- just enough for jihyo to let out an unfiltered, downright pathetic whine, but not enough for it to actually do anything for her.
there was another bump in the road- jihyo could tell they were finally out of traffic, could register that the car had sped up because they’d made it onto the freeway. nayeon and jeongyeon’s apartment really wasn’t that far away, thankfully; a good excuse to give the managers when questioned about why they were so dead set on driving themselves home after the show ended. at least it was just them- jihyo felt somewhat better knowing nobody else would ever knew what they got up to.
but by then, she knew she couldn’t hold it anymore. there was no fucking way.
jihyo closed her eyes. the tears were pouring, then. her whole body was wound so tightly that it was already threatening to slip out of her- and it fucking did, without her control. she could feel the tiniest leak; a small, panicked sob escaping her lips at the sensation of it soaking her underwear, wetting nayeon’s hand. nayeon’s breath was hot against her cheek, against her lips- her own absolutely curled into a devilish smile as she sped her movements up, using her spill as lube to make them all the more threatening, encouraging jihyo to just break, to deal with all the repercussions that followed.
in the blankness of her mind, she did her best to remind herself that she was a good girl- she had to be. a mantra of “just hold on, just a few more minutes, keep it together” repeating over and over again like a prayer sent out to any god that would listen. she couldn’t go yet. it hurt so fucking bad, but she couldn’t-
“i do.” jeongyeon suddenly said. “let her go, unnie.”
there was an evil giggle. nayeon pressed her fingers down as hard as she could’ve, quickened her pace in just the way she knew would destroy jihyo. and then, “you heard her, jihyo. go on. make a mess for us.”
and that she fucking did.
a broken cry ripped itself out of her chest as the coil in her stomach finally fucking snapped, her orgasm causing her whole body to tremble through its release. her face burned with pure shame as she felt it soak through her thong, down through her pants and onto the seat below, surely soaking nayeon’s hand as she just continued to rub her clit, guiding her all the way through like she always did.
the moment jihyo begged her to stop, she pulled her hand away before she immediately went searching for a towel with her free one. thankfully, jeongyeon was prepared for literally any incident, and she kept one tucked away in the holder in one of the doors. jihyo had half a mind to ask nayeon if she wanted her to clean it off with her mouth instead, but she held the question in. by then, she was spent- no more freaky shit.
as soon as nayeon got herself clean, she was back on jihyo, arms tightly wrapped around her chest, soft kisses and pecks being pressed against her cheek. “so good.” she whispered, over and over. “you did so good, jihyo. i’m proud of you.”
by then, jihyo was speechless; dazed, out of words and breath. she just nodded a little dumbly, her head falling against nayeon’s shoulder, her seatbelt the only thing keeping her body upright. she was still very much sitting in her own mess, uncomfortable from how her pants were now sticking to her thighs, her arms shaking from the humiliation of what was even causing it, drifting off into that usual state of panic that tried to follow a scene like that. she wanted to cry even more, to break down and sob from just how awful that heavy feeling in her chest had suddenly gotten. but nayeon wouldn’t let her go.
“don’t be upset, baby. you’re perfect.” she said softly, wiping at jihyo’s tears with her thumb, cradling her cheek to soothe her. “we wanted this, we don’t think any less of you. it’s okay. you’re safe with us, i promise.”
jihyo looked up, then. her vision was blurry, but she could still easily make out nayeon’s smile. as nice as it was, there was still some lingering anxiety left. “d-do i really have to clean it up?” she asked, breathless and broken, her face surely twisted up in pain. “i don’t- i’m done. i want out of these clothes, please.”
“i’ll handle it, jagiyah.” jeongyeon said, loud enough for the two of them to hear. her voice was calm and steady, and it helped significantly. “you’re all good. don’t worry about it.”
“i’ll get you changed as soon as we’re home.” nayeon whispered as she pressed a kiss to her forehead. “you up for a bath? we both probably need to soak for a bit in some epsom salt.” she looked up for a moment, eyeing her girlfriend. “jeongyeon, too. are you feeling okay?”
“sounds great to me.” jeongyeon said. “i’m all good now, my hand’s not hurting as much as it did earlier. i’ll catch up after i get everything cleaned.”
jihyo sighed out with relief, nodding. she couldn’t keep her eyes open any longer; all of that lingering energy had pretty much evaporated right out of her with her release. by then, there wasn’t anymore shame, either. there just couldn’t be when she had the both of them to help her through it.
nayeon just held her the entire way back. and as soon as they were home, safe and tucked away from the prying eyes of the public in their nice private parking deck, jeongyeon helped her out of the car, making sure to wipe her off as much as she could, to keep that weird, overstimulating feeling from taking back over when the chill from her accident hit her skin. she just kept pressing little kisses to her cheek and whispering sweet nothings, a steady arm wrapped around jihyo’s shoulders, nayeon’s hold on her hand tight and warm all the way up to their apartment.
and, really, jihyo had never felt so loved in her entire life than she did, right then. they were always pretty damn good at making her feel that way, even more so when they spent the rest of the night pampering her before they all fell asleep, cuddled as close as they possibly could’ve been, jihyo happily squished in the middle of them.
it definitely was worth it, after all. so, so worth it.
hii meg just wanted 2 say ur new miffy icon is so cute !!! 🐰
HI NIK thank you 🙂↕️🩷 i did st*al it from the official website and play with the colours in ps so thank you 💘💘
you didn’t ask but i love miffy and i saw miffy bedding a few weeks ago but they didn’t have a king size 😞 they only had single 🥲 so now miffy icon !!!
i wish more hoes loved bo like i do. but at the same time...he's mine so like i win. i dont have to share. but lowk its also like...i am the content...i am the echo chamber.
still havent posted the nanami & toji angsts in a while.. posted 'his new wife' when i was doing diploma & now i'm doing my masters degree.. phew how time flies. I dont think ppl still use tumblr as much as they did in 2020/21. But I'll try to post (if i have the motivation) But really,, i've been into Naruto & Itachi is such a devastating character that I want to write an AU where he got his happy ending. But oh well, i'm all talk & never really picked up the pen. Anyways, hope you guys are doing well & sorry for the long hiatus.
aka my island-slash-principality-personified-as-people original characters.
i know that's a mouthful but it will make sense, promise.
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While the islands of course still exist today, I will focus on the first settlers and the first rulers of this area, as well as other things that play an important part in their history.
The name I chose for him is Theo, short for the frankish name Theodomir, also spelled Theudomer or Theodemer. The frankish dialect belongs to the germanic language, and I thought it would be fitting if he gave himself a germanic name after Germanic settlers populated the island, especially after the Danish conquests. more about that below.
because this is already long enough, i will link back to the original design for Rügen and the OC post (originally made for Axis Powers Hetalia Amino) here.
i also go over the name for him there, since it's what 2016 nik had in mind
funnily enough i could find a whole wikipedia article on the raid and siege of the fortress, while a separate entry for it doesn't exist in German
sources for Rügen and the Danish uprisings
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some key notes on: Rügen
1168 until 1325
Fürstentum Rügen, or Rugia, or the principality, formerly a duchy and belonging to the House of Wizlaw, or whatever you want to call it. Consisting of the island of Rügen and the adjacent mainland. Throughout history it wasn't always a part of the Holy Roman Empire, but always a fiefdom of Denmark.
The main conflict happened when the danish King Valdemar ordered a siege of the fortess that belonged to the Rani/Rujani, a west slavic tribe as part of his conquest in the baltic region.
1168 or 1169: the slavic Arkona fortress taken under siege and plundered, the statue of slavic god Svandavitz destroyed and burned. The slavs who first settled in the region had their own pagan gods and beliefs, obviously the church didn't like that, so the danish ordered that their temple will be looted and razed, which happened as part of the late 1160s raids when King Valdemar and Bishop Absalon set out to conquer Rügen.
Obviously this crusade proved that the northeastern pagans of Europe could only be christianized through subjugation.
Which is just what happened and was the logical thing back then, but personally I would have loved to learn more about the pagan beliefs when I was in school.
During the uprising of 1169, King Valdemar was determined to eradicate the idol cult that was the center of Arkona. What followed was that Jaromar I was named prince of Rügen and Valdemar its king.
While I want to focus on that when I write and post art of the characters, I'm also interested in the time periods after that, and how the region ultimately ended up under Swedish rule.
