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jeonjcngkook · 2 years

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love bites | jjk (m) teaser

→ pairing: vampire!jungkook x vampire!reader

→ wc: 1.5k

→ genre(s)/au(s): 18+, modern vampires, vampire au, est relationship, smut

→ summary: its feeding time for you both but this time rather than venture out alone, you take it one step further and feed together.

→ teaser warnings: oc is a such a bad girl n we luv her, jaykay is a fuckin simp, explicit mentions of blood, explicit mentions of dead bodies, sexual groping (both females rec), implied mention of f/f/m, blood drinking, jaykay plays with his food, coerision, implied smut

→ note: thank you @jimilter & @sunshinejunghoseokie for betaing the teaser<33 n mistress magwai @kth1 for the banner sksk

→ note2: the full fic is just pwp. there will be absolutely no plot whatsoever so if that isn't your thing, no hard feelings — move on and let others enjoy what they want

Jungkook sinks his teeth into the woman in front of him, crimson liquid rushing to the surface to aid the bloodlust coursing through him. Not once do Jungkook's eyes leave you as you continue to play with the dark hair of the lifeless male in your own arms.

“Stop her from crying. She's annoying me,” you roll your eyes at her blood curdling scream, accentuating your distaste towards the female.

“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it then?” Jungkook challenges you back with a playful smirk dawning on his lips.

You're quick to push the male from your body, watching as his body drops to the floor in a heap.

“Okay, he’s definitely dead,” you laugh out loud with sinister glee.

You make your way over to Jungkook and stand in front of the woman. She is certainly beautiful with soft raven hair and rather large innocent looking eyes. Eyes that are now flooded with fear and pleasure. What a stupid girl, getting off on being fed from.

Grabbing her by the throat, you squeeze the sides of her neck just enough to keep her quiet but not enough to fully cut off the air to her lungs. Tipping her head up, she looks at you as Jungkook continues to suckle on her blood. He’s made quite the mess of his meal, blood running down her neck.

The scent of her sweet perfume invades your senses as you lower your head to her neck and sniff at the broken flesh where Jungkook's teeth and tongue are lapping away at her with succession. It’s surprising that she’s lasted this long with the way that he’s been going at her.

“Such a pretty little thing you are,” you murmur as your other hand caresses her cheek.

Jungkook finally removes himself from her just to mutter, “you should fucking taste her, she’ll quench your thirst so well.” To prove his point, he drags his index finger through the blood staining her skin and lifts it up to your lips.

“Well you do smell delicious, I will give you that,” you whisper, your lids fluttering shut in delight.

Your hand squeezes harder on her neck and the other finds her right breast. You pinch at the flesh over her clothing and watch as pleasure fills her.

“Bless. You’re such a fighter hanging on for dear life, I’ll give you that much,” you laugh sarcastically.

“W-what do you mean?” The woman squeaks.

Jungkook places a kiss upon her neck, lips brushing across the skin behind her ear. You feel the way her body trembles underneath your touch, and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip to suppress the smile trying to make its way to your face.

You lower your face towards her, your lips a hair's breadth away from her own. “I’m a good girl, ask anyone. Ask him,” flipping your head up in the direction of Jungkook behind her.

Jungkook’s eyes are dark, full of hunger and not just for the woman he has tangled in his arms. “Now kitten, why lie to your meal?” He toys with you both with his words.

“I-I trust you,” she mutters, trying to assure you or herself, you’re unsure.

“Silly girl. Now why would you do something as reckless as trusting me?” You purr. Your head is spinning, still not sated from the lifeless male you just sank your teeth into not even five minutes ago. “You’re gorgeous and we want you, so what’s the point of beating around the bush?”

Your tongue dips out of your mouth and you flatten it against her neck, feeling a puddle of blood begin to gather at its tip. “As for you, baby. Why does it matter if I tell a white lie or not? She isn’t going to be around to remember what happens.”

The woman doesn’t get time to muster up a response to you as Jungkook cackles with a shrug of his shoulders and sinks his teeth into her neck once more. You laugh obnoxiously before plunging your sharp teeth into her neck right next to your boyfriend. Both of you closing your eyes and listening to her as she makes an involuntary noise which you think resembles a scream.

She reclines her head to the side so that both of your jaws gently graze each other as you feed from the artery. It’s messy and not at all how you both usually feed. There is normally an etiquette to it. Keep it short, clean, and leave no traces behind. But with the way blood splatters around both your mouths, watching it seep into her clothing and pour down to pool at her feet, it unleashes a whole other side to you that you’ve kept hidden for so long.

The bite from a vampire, as you know from personal experience, is a bittersweet ache. The initial feeling of teeth grazing over the skin forces the adrenaline to swim around the body, eroding any fear that they fear as they wait for the moment of release. When teeth pierces the skin and the venom makes its first contact with the bloodstream, there is no pain comparable – like a match that has been left to burn down too far with no method to extinguish the heat, body throwing itself into flight or fight mode to overcome the affliction the body is bathed in.

It's at that point that the human can’t decipher if what they are feeling is pleasure or pain or something else altogether.

Your fingers press further into her throat and the other tighter on her breast, allowing the blood to flow further to the surface as you and Jungkook continue to lap it up. You’ve got to give it to him, he was right about her - she was insatiable. Sweet to the tongue, leaving a tingle to take over your body.

It isn't long before horror is filling her emotions – she begins to tremble with fear as life begins to pour out of her. She is using any remaining ounce of strength she can find to thrash around to fight you both off of her but it is no use. Not with the adrenaline coursing through you paired with Jungkook’s unnatural strength. There is no way she has the power to fight back.

Jungkook moves around her body, his hand now cupping your own tit and teasing at the nipple from over your thin tee. He watches it harden under his touch as he suckles furiously from the wound in her neck and you can’t help but moan at the sight in front of you as you also quench your thirst from her too.

The sounds of you and Jungkook slurping from her fills your ears and leaves you more turned on than you ever would have thought possible. It spurs you on to continue drinking from the puncture wounds in her neck. The familiar metallic taste being drawn from her as you feel her body grow limp in Jungkook's arms is such a treat. Her cries have faded to a silence and the sounds of her whimpering become more and more faint the longer the transaction between the three of you continues.

“Is it just me or does feeding together make you hornier than when you do it alone?” Jungkook asks you with his lips muffling the words as his mouth is both pressed against her flesh and full of blood. “Or is my dick hard because seeing you smothered in blood is a sight I don’t ever want to erase?”

Your eyes roll back to the back of your head but you’re unsure if it’s in delight at the satisfaction the nameless woman is providing you or if it comes from the ridiculous but fair question Jungkook asks you. It seems as if his mind is being clouded by his own arousal. Removing your teeth from her neck, you stare back at Jungkook and allow your hand to run through the raven locks of his hair, pushing strands out of his eyes. You hum in agreement.

You think about it. He isn’t wrong at all. You get to watch him and the way he handles his feeds and you’re reminded that it’s almost as rough as he would handle you during sex. It’s in the way his calloused fingers find the throats of his prey to tear them open and nourish himself. It’s in the way his eyes darken, and his body stiffens as he becomes more sated. You’re certain that if he had a beating heart that it would be racing tenfold. The longer you drink him in, the more that you realise again that he is in fact right — you’ve never felt this horny while feeding and it’s all because of the visual of the man in front of you.

“Why don’t you come over here and do something about it then?” You challenge back, using his own words against him.

full fic coming soon

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krispyt · 4 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @cnnmonbimee! <3

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 3...pretty small number if you ask me sksksks.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? 22,961

3. What fandoms do you write for? I actually just write for JSHK, and currently writing some as of the moment! I attempted to write for Omori, but I couldn't continue because I forgot the prompt for the WIP I was about to make and for the life of me, I still can't up to this day.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

An Unlikely Alliance = 226 kudos

whoever made your smile must've made it to get in my way = 97

turn off the music (and listen to the quiet whisper) = 77

Man, I didn't even reach 5 sfkjhsdkjs.

5. Do you respond to comments? Yes! It's always a joy to read them and I try to respond as soon as I get over myself lol. Sometimes a comment makes me so happy I have to compose myself sksks.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

whoever made your smile must've made it to get in my way! Angst is my cup of tea, but if you ask me this actually isn't angsty enough. It's more or less bittersweet. I wrote this around the time of the Severance arc and I remember getting a barrage of messages from my best friend because they wanted to fight me with how angsty I made the fic. I should write more :3

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Hmm, probably An Unlikely Alliance. This was the first fic I wrote, and it's pretty lighthearted compared to turn off the music (and listen to the quiet whisper) which has a happy ending too, but it's more subtle...if that makes sense?

8. Do you get hate on fics? Nope. And I sure hope that doesn't happen.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Nope...I wish I could lol. But I get so overtaken by embarrassment I die before even typing. Kudos to the writers who can write smut though. Ily all. I wanna try it tho, but I think I'll start with implying these scenes happened in my fic lol.

10. Do you write crossovers? Nope...though drawing crossovers seem like something I'll do.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope, and I hope this doesn't happen too.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? No, but I want to try! It seems fun.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Hananene! Listen I've never been so consumed by a ship like Hananene. I was just going to read the manga for funsies and I ended up spending the WHOLE day catching up to it and that was THREE years ago. I was in a chokehold. Still am lol

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? So there's these WIPs I wanna finish (tucks hair behind my ear):

Hananene Hanahaki fic - not spoiling much, but I wanted to try writing yandere Amane lol. I'll leave it up to you to figure out what's the general premise ;>

Twoshot Childhood best friends/College AU Hananene - I think the problem with this WIP is I keep forgetting it exists sjkfhksj I just found it yesterday lol.

16. What are your writing strengths? Hmm...I guess if there is one, emotions of the characters and the overall setting. I find it really satisfying if I'm able to tie in a character's emotions and make the setting a supporting detail to said emotion. And like, double meaning descriptions...if that makes sense? Idk what you call em sfjhg

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I struggle with the flow and brevity a lot. I take a lot of time with WIPS because I keep trying to see if the flow goes smoothly or wonky, then I have to keep tweaking till it sounds alright in my head. As for brevity, sometimes I drown in descriptions that the fic drags on and is too long. This is where being detail-oriented becomes a con T_T

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? Uhh...probably not. English is actually my second language, but I suck at writing in my native language simply because it's kind of a "heavy" language, if you get me. And I haven't mastered other languages enough to write fics with it

19. First fandom you wrote for? JSHK! I'm usually a lurker lol. This is the first time I actively participated in a fandom.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? Does a WIP count? sfkjhssj if it does, then it's the WIP I'm currently writing. If not, I'd say turn off the music (and listen to the quiet whisper). I'm kinda proud with how it turned out :3

Tagging @legend-of-cupcake since most of those I know already responded sksksks. Anyone can join in if they want to as well!

#thanks for the tag hime!#krispy answers

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m4nd0l0r · 2 years

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Deviation of Self.

Description: The tarnations of his past are unescapable in every twist and turn. He realizes, it always will haunt him— and be the only way he can survive with everything he oh so desires.

Ship: Sith! (disguised as a Jedi) Five Hargreeves x Jedi! (GN!) Reader (Star Wars AU) (Implied Force Bond between the two)

Word Count: 2.2k+

Author’s note: WARNING! This deals with the topics of death and some form of a character study for Five (kind of) it can be triggering for ppl so please view with discretion!! i finally managed to finish this holy shit 😭😭 writer’s block once again came in to kick me in the ass, sending me to a thousand lightyears away from the earth itself- so that means i’m not sure how angsty this is— anyway i hope you enjoy reading this nonetheless!! (i might write other oneshots for this au- depends on it how it goes honestly SKSK) (if i do, that banner will be overused ASF im not making a new one mark my words—)

Dictionary ( i did say i’d do this so uh even if most ppl would know these info i’ll still add it for the sake of not confusing ppl :D): Force Bonds: a connection between two force sensitives or force users Force: basically the power used by both sith and jedi Sith: dark side users (usual villains) Jedi: light side users (usual heroes) Lightsaber: (we all know what this is cmon now /lh) weapons of force users

(Five is physically and somewhat mentally 18 in this fic!!)

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What plagues— haunts the boy like a lifeline that injects through his bloodstream; a river of horror plated right at his wide eyes. Voices, cries spread upon each sleep he takes, dreams morphing into nightmares, and faces become even more obscure with each step he takes.

Five watches your chest rise up.. and down.. He wants- wishes he could brush even his knuckles softly to your skin, to feel your almost lively warmth. But he can’t risk it— he shouldn’t.

Another lifeline to watch, to care for. To make sure you don’t fade out like blaring sirens from afar. His eyes were weary, yet he doesn’t stop watching you breathe. Seeing you inhale and exhale gave him comfort- that he was truly here with you— that you were here with him alive.

His hand clenching through his glove, a horrible noise squeaks out from his fist. He cannot indulge in such, even if it were his key to calmness. Even if he almost lost you— even if he wants to take it, to open the lock for himself to drown into. Into the closeness that others crave from another.

Was this the reason why others indulged in such things? Why would he hear and see people say that they would die for it— would risk themselves for one puff of smoke- a drop from the same dazzling liquid he wishes he now possesses or a pop from a pill? Just to get a taste of release from reality- through the dreaded bitterness? To access something- that peace they all crave— the very thing his and your own masters hoarded away from them?

He didn’t bother to try to comfort you from what happened— he could tell you were trying to stray from it, to think of something else. And he respected that— because he does not want to talk about it either.

The night ended with your kiss on his cold cheek, a warm breeze to a cold evening. He merely closes his eyes, letting it etch unto his mind, your actions almost frail and so weakened from fatigue.

Breathing in deep, the Sith wishes to reach closer- to not be this far— for serenity to come into his mind, and he knows he will not regret.

But he knows you would not want that. You do not need that- you need rest, he tells himself. Selfishness was something he cannot afford right now, not when he was already so hours ago.

As if a root digs into his body, sprouting a seed to invade his senses. He only hopes your dreams are better. Better than the crumpling of flesh Five can’t get out of his head. Crack crack. It goes.

He then takes another deep breath, his eyes now closing.

The scraping of his glove to the hilt of his lightsaber chimes to him, as if he was trying to find comfort from it. But silence only rings like a drum in an empty parade. Fatigue rushing through him, from the sides of his head, to his palms— he wouldn’t be so disoriented if he just slept. Five tells himself off— his free hand cups his forehead, trying to lessen the wrinkles forming.

You hum in your sleep, and he only tiredly smiles from the sound. Rustling is heard as you adjust your head further unto the comforts of your pillow, your hair now strung across the sheet. Whenever you slept quietly- in past missions- like a mouse playing dead under its captor’s whim, it scared him.

He had to fight the urge to press his ear onto your back- or your chest, just so he could hear your heart pumping- your lungs breathing in and out.

He preferred hearing it truly from you, not just a dislocated song from the Force, but he decided to settle watching instead- your chest rising and falling smoothly, with a few hiccups and snores. He will take what he can, but he doesn’t mind.

He prefered to hear such noises rather than the deathly quiet.

Your breathing fades out, he fizzles out from reality, somewhere eerily quiet- more ‘stable’— rather than your tired huffs in your sleep. He doesn’t fight it off- and only lets himself be drowned to those noises- to forget.

However he does not. He can never forget, he never will. Five merely hates himself— for not being strong enough- that he wasn’t quick enough to be by your side as he needs- wants to be.

And he couldn’t accept it, rather he searches for another solution- an equation that simply something that he cannot solve nor exists entirely.

-x-

He could feel the wind flare through his cheeks, as if it were fire and its purpose was to burn him alive. He could smell the scent of rotting flesh- even when all that remained were destroyed droids and the whiff of singed electrical wires- the same stench that bore through his hands as he picked up scraps out of the hands of the fallen.

“Five..?” You choked out in short breaths. “Shit… shit..” It was hard to take in air— the pain in your chest- blood seeping from your hands, the adrenaline sinks into your veins. Your hand bloody from your own, almost paralyzing you to the point the feeling of your flesh pulsing- trying to stitch itself together when it simply cannot— it was numbing.

“I ‘ll be— be fine-“ You spill out- but he can’t feel his throat open to say anything. Silence only fills his guts, and lingers through the air. Fear takes his thoughts away, and leaves only irrationality. But he wishes he could let out something- to scream out to you that you need to live— that he was here- and he won’t ever dare to leave.

He knew it pains you, that it cuts you deeply like a gash. He feels it with you— the bond formed by the Force for the both of you has him want to vomit- the pain was burning, sickening even. It made him feel as if he were being lit on fire— The flames eating him alive.

Yet, as you suffer so, you did not scrunch your face nor you let out another wail of pain— you only formed a smile. One that wants him to think that you’re fine with this— that he isn’t losing you.

He at first thought you were letting yourself calm through of the teachings of the Jedi, to not be afraid of death. But he knows you more than Pogo, you were fearful, paranoid. You do not wish to know what could be beyond this plane of existence. You don’t want to die trying to.

And he doesn't want that for you either.

He feels— no, hears from the sorrowful chants of the Force. You were fading like mist— your pulse lowers.. thump.. thump… Your own heartbeat trickles out as if your own life force was nothing but dew in the aftermath of rain, the beginning of the end of a storm.

It was getting slower, quieter— it was terrifying. Different from what he has heard in this fight— It was one that seemingly has him sweat to the point he would feel fear. It was organic, evidence that a real fragment of a soul- a life, was slipping from his hands— and he did not know what to do.

His master would know— Not Pogo, Not even Reginald who he despised from the Order— but her. She knew what to do, she taught him, before sending him to the Jedi to foil their pathetic teachings. To let the galaxy know that they were nothing but witches who love deceit.

The Handler has known many things, after all- she has once prophesized an inevitable doom carries itself all over the wasteland. He felt a shiver from his spine, and it wasn’t from the sheer temperatures. His mind could wrap only on apprehension. Palms were sweating, and he was sure his stomach was feeling sick.

He only sees what will be the only remains of the galaxy. Nothing but the remnants of havoc. Despair has taken out its sickle and planted death across the soil, sinking unto the roots of life, killing the undeserving. But that is how the cycle is, one fails so another could prosper. And those who remain- undiminished- will wilt, like autumn had just passed.

Stars- he didn’t want to remember- not here, not again— he would rather be elsewhere than come back to this dizzying remnants of that pathetic rock, into that terror that still plague his days. He wished he could burn his eyes off- to never see these, but his mind would not resist in torturing him.

Because the only thing Five can see is the tomorrow his master had prophesied. And even if he would burn his own eyes off, that will be the only thing he’ll be able to remember under his own eyelids.

He did not want to taint you with the same things she has done to him. The vileness of the Dark Side tortured him, made him bleed and has consumed his entire being that each time he tries to focus on using the Light Side to appease Pogo- he is never sure if he managed to mask the evil from him.

He jogs his mind— Not letting panic fully settle in his mind— and cave in rather than logic- than coherence. His hand subconsciously reaches out, and he lets in the dark.

He is a seed that lives on in this barren dirt. One that sprouted unto a wooden tool; unearthing what could be saved- the weeds that are believed to have dried off, yet are still flourishing; he preserves the things that persist. In that case, it would be resources, plants unaffected by radiation, little rodents, any source of life, he will take it to safety. That is his mission, not from his master nor the order that he wishes he could detest but he just can’t.

He has to help you— save you. Because, what is the point of his power? If he cannot use it for his gain?

He is again a boy chained to the ideals that were never his- that were injected deep into his mind to harness the deep desires of his master, and those before him. Channeling his anger, his fury— he then heals.

Watching your flesh stitch itself back together, your breathing stronger than before, and your heart- thank the Force- was beating quicker—

You were alive, breathing and beating as one, that is all that mattered to him. Your eyes drooped from exhaustion, but he did not mind, you do not need to see his eyes change color from the green you know.

And as he steadies your resting form by the side, he turns on his back.

He does not hear multiple pulses, ones that seemingly shakes his mind to the point he would feel guilt once his saber goes through their skin.

He only hears metal wiring, gears clunking unto each other, orders played out all over again in their databases, and the hissing of buffers that gives life to these things— to have each and every one of these disposable fighters be programmed to fight a war it does not know it was born for.

He spins his scalding blue lightsaber in his gloved hand, readying himself. Lips pursed as his mouth dries- the terrors that sinks into his skin, it is what creeps into his consciousness every moment.

His pupils- once was verdant— now have grown tired, horrified, it became a sickly yellow, flames- fury tormented his soul, and what used to show his kindness, his true self, has now been clouded with the wrath he has been trained to use against others.

The impact of his blade rang unto the metal plate of the Commission droids. His breath hitches excitedly, an almost surprised grin plastered on his face.

An electric buzz hummed through the wind, His plasma saber as his source of light- he only sees the material shine of the humanoid creations, his hand raises up high, locked into a fist as he shoves them all to the side, watching them break into little pieces, all sliding off like wet paint splattered onto a canvas. His saber cuts through each of their parts— screws and wires scrunched and charred fall to the dirty ground.

BZZT! WZZT! The droids cry out— but he feels no sympathy, he does not speak, nor does he try to overthink. You will be fine now, he thinks, you won’t know. Because if you did, he would not know what to do.

But he sees what you would do. What you would say. It rushes through him like acid on metal, and it sickens him so.

“I never thought that I..” You would only let other words fill your throat. “.. I would see you become the very thing we, no— I swore to destroy.”

He forcefully takes him out of his delusion- focusing on the sound of your heart again. It was so calm and collected- and it tried to give him peace.

But peace is not enough to simmer the madness, after all, Five was no Jedi.

He feels it swell deep into the remnants of his heart from his own thoughts. The same madness his master told him to hide in order to slip in through the blind eyes of the people.

He now merely tunes out the singing— the crying of these automatons— the liveliness of the dark Force that rushes through his veins like some sort of bacta salve- and he is greeted with cold, metallic silence as wires burn around him.

#tua five #five hargreeves x reader #five hargreeves x you #five x reader #five x you #number five x reader #number five x you #number five #five hargreeves #the umbrella academy #star wars au #tua x reader #tua s1 #tua s2 #tua s3 #thank you for reading my madness #i had a whole crisis over this fic istg im sure i went insane during it LMFAO

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bwoahtastic · 2 years

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Yes, Kevin showing up in a black cocktail dress and heels, trying to fit in, but also this is the opportunity he has been waiting for. So maybe he gets very nervous and starts gripping Nicos arm a lot, because his legs a unsure and wearing heels might have been a mistake.

Nico low key loving the tight grip, because he thinks that means Kevin is really into him. And also it holds of all the golddigers and phonies. But also it's pretty funny when people come over and try to engage Kevin in conversation but he can't really understand or reply, so Nico just holds him tighter and explains that he is foreign, implying that Kevin is some sort of international model or something.

I feel like they would both get very drunk and end up in Nicos room later. With no clue on what's next or how to talk.

pllss Kevin being so shy coming back to the hotel from his tiny apartment in a little black dress and high heels and just grips Nico tight cos he is nervous and very out of practise on the high heels sksk. But he looks so pretty and smells so good and Nico happily holds him close!!!

Kevin just holding on to Nico and sipping his champagne a bit and just giving little hums when someone asks him a question cos he is clueless to what they say sksk. Nico just saying he is foreign and everyone believes Kevin to be a foreign celeb ksks.

And Nico takes Kevin up to his room at the end of the night and they just lay in bed drinking champagne and giggling at each other, making out lazily but not doing much more and Kevin just goes "I sleep here? Am tired." and just picks a shirt out of Nico's suitcase and makes himself cosy and snuggles into Nico, not to have sex but just for cuddles.

Sex can wait for the morning.

#asks #maid au

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taonpest · 1 year

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What do you know about fruit flies

Anon I am going to disappoint you. A lot of my knowledge about fruit flies has been lost in time because I had no one to share it with but I can tell you a few things.

-Males produce only one (1) spermatozoid but it's big enough to fill a female. Basically if human worked the same way it would mean that we could fucking make a spermatozoid as big as a whale. Males also get drunk if females reject them.

There's a whole culture around sexuality, like. An experienced female will often show less experienced females which kind of males she prefers and the other females will most probably do the same choice when they'll procreate (I won't detail the whole experience here I'm too tired sksksks)

Females are bigger than males, their abdomen is pointed and the segment on it are like. A light color and the males are the exact opposite. They normally live around 1 week (unlike horsefly which can live 1 month if I remember correctly skks)

I think I will formulate it the wrong way because language barrier but. We share 60% of our DNA with them and 75% of the genes that like. Involve sickness? Disease might be better, 75% of the genes that involve diseases can be found in fruit flies' genome. We share a lot in common that's why it's one of the most studied being in the world. They can have cancers, neurodegenerative diseases, obesity, diabetes, they also have the neurexine gene I guess it could imply they can be autistic too but I haven't seen much studies about autism among fruit flies (I don't know much about autism so sksksk)

That's pretty much all I can tell you tonight, I'm so sorry for explaining it so badly but it's hard for me to give like. Biology, scientific details in English. I mean. I'm bad at science I can only be worse when it has to be written in a foreign language sksksk, if you want more infos you should definitely try to search them on internet, it's really easy believe me sksk

#bugs #thank you for asking that!! I'm so happy to talk about them skskssk #they're my little blorbos I guess #fruit flies from my kitchen sksksk #there's also a lot of things to say about their mutations #did you know there were black fruit flies? that fruit flies can also have white eyes?#and there's also a mutation that make their antennas become legs instead sksk #I would have probably have picked fruit fly as my nickname on internet if I hadn't found the perfect shitty little pun name involving flies

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I know u said ur over it but just wanted to add that i think the problem is Sam and not necessarily him being the bad guy but that certain people think because he and Colby are passive they can walk over them, and when they finally speak up (im guessing Sam does more than Colby since most seem to have issues with Sam) , instead of realizing where they went wrong they decide to act petty once more than one person shares the same feelings.

Mike at first said he did not have issues with Sam. Then after in two other lives he implied that he did and actually name dropped Colby when assuring people he was still cool with him. He said he has issues with someones B gf always intervening. Around the same time or perhaps a little later, Jake made some comments regarding not being allowed to do certain productions but being forced to be in someone else’s (Some thought he meant kats mv). Then spoke about how excited he was to be getting his own space so he could do what he wanted without worry.

I know the whole Devyn podcast stuff happened, i found it odd that if there was such an issue with snc, why on earth was she at their house not once but twice and seemed to only stick to Cassie and Coreys friends when he was no longer living there. Corey also complained bout rules and not being able to do stuff on tiktok live.

Basically, Jake and Corey forgot this wasn’t just a roommate situation and forgot their friends were now their landlords. I mean we cant forget Coreys constant traveling and bringing people over in 2020, and Colby expressing concern to Sam in a live about covid and not knowing these people. I just wonder how the sitch is living with Elton cause that man was way more strict.

i can definitely see that.

i think regardless of what happened, it just seems like (from me, an outsider that doesn't know everything) that what happened between them all could have been solved if they would have just talked things out.

my whole thing is, again, is that them all awkwardly ignoring each other's existences as if they didn't all use each other for clickbait less than 2 years ago is hilarious to me. like, you can at least look civil. bc if it was really that big of an issue, and not just some dumb drama that most likely happened, you would have told the fanbase or word would have gotten out that X person is a dick for what they did to Y.

and while i love colby, the only reason no one has a problem with him is bc he won't call out someone's shitty behavior unless it directly effects him (or they offend him personally). sam is probably the first to call out someone's bs and that's why it seems like a lot of ex friends have a problem with him.

or maybe he's a dick sksks jk

the jake and corey stuff is interesting to me only bc they all seemed so close and then all of sudden not. there has to be more to it then what it seems like on the surface. my only thing is, the amount of shenangians that snc let jake and corey do in that house but then the moment they both move out they end up saying it's just so much better to be able to do what they want in their own places… lol okay

while i would love for all of them to be friends again, if they're all gonna get upset over petty shit and not talk it out, then good riddance on all their parts. don't be friends with ppl you can barely tolerate lmao

#ask #personal #sam and colby

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heejinnien · 3 years

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bts | roses chapter two

word count: 1.8k words

pairing: bts x reader

synopsis: y/n is a member of the seoul behavioral analysis unit. usually, she’s the cat in the typical game of cat and mouse played with the criminals they catch, but when a mysterious string of murders has her on edge, she discovers she’s caught the attention of one of a dangerous criminal — and he’s determined to make her pay for it.

or, not all attention is the good kind.

genre: horror, angst

warnings: yandere themes, descriptions of gore, descriptions of violence, murder, the reader carries a gun because they need to defend themself against bad guys, guns, manipulation, victim blaming, this is overall just a very dark fic

author’s note: i’m sorry this isn’t as long as the other chapters but when i cut the fic into different parts i didn’t split it evenly sksks. like before, the “terms used throughout this fic” section of the masterlist was updated to include terms in this chapter. if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to shoot me an ask or dm, or just let me know your thoughts! i would be happy to explain things to you, and i would also love to hear your feedback or who you think is suspicious. as always, adhere to the warnings and do not read if any of those things trigger you.

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“Are you sure you didn’t see anyone?”

Hoseok sits beside you as officers swarm the small hotel room and the hallway outside it, dusting for fingerprints, searching for any traces of the person who left the letter outside your room.

“No, I didn’t,” you reply, twisting your hands anxiously. “They knocked and I spilled some of my dinner, and by the time I cleaned it up and got to the door the hallway was empty.”

Hoseok nods, thoughtful. “We’ll get the hotel to pull up security footage.”

You both sit in silence, your thoughts swarming. You hope that Hoseok doesn’t ask why you spilled your food. Even though you know he won’t judge you, you still feel the need to present yourself as unphased by this case as the rest of your team. Admitting that you were startled because you had been so wrapped up in sentimentality would be a sign of weakness, and as a female NIS agent you know you can’t afford to show any of it.

“Where’s Namjoon?” You finally ask, voice cutting through the awkward silence that had settled around you.

“He’s back at the station already, adding this to the case notes.”

“You let him know what was happening?” You ask.

Hoseok had been the first to burst down your door, his room sharing a wall with yours and your voice having pierced through the thin wood. The rest of your team followed shortly after, local law enforcement arriving moments after that to process the scene.

“Jin did, he’s in the hallway now.” Hoseok jerks his head in the direction of the open door. Just around the corner of what you can see is where you assume Jin is. If you strain, you can hear his voice, speaking rapidly as he barks out orders to the officers around him.

You nod, bouncing your leg anxiously.

“Hey, it’ll be okay, Y/N,” Hoseok murmurs, giving you a gentle smile and leaning forward to hug you. He wraps his arms around you, enveloping you in his warmth and the soothing comfort he provides. “We’ll catch the criminal, just like we always do.”

You both remain like this for a moment before you pull away. “I’m okay, really,” you say, flashing Hoseok a smile that you hope is more reassuring than you sound. You force the fear and anxiety twisting inside you aside, refusing to let Hoseok see how shaken up you are.

As if sensing this, Hoseok searches your gaze. You force yourself to remain still, forcing the emotions that Hoseok will expect to see into your expression. Collectedness. Unbotheredness.

Hoseok hums as he drags his eyes away from yours, pushing himself to his feet.

“Well, I’m glad you’re okay, Y/N,” he says after another moment of pause.

He smiles again, but this time something dark flashes across his gaze. It passes so quickly you’re sure that with your paranoia you imagined it, and you ignore the way Hoseok’s words settle wrongly in your gut, the way that nothing feels right anymore.

“Detective Yeosang.”

You nod your head in greeting at the new detective, quickly shaking his hand and observing the empty lot around you. You cock your head to the side as you snap on a pair of blue gloves, raking your gaze over the Incheon detective.

“Where’s Detective Jaehyun?”

Yeosang gives you a tight smile, voice strained as he says, “Detective Jaehyun was removed from the case this morning for hindering an official investigation. SSA Namjoon was kind enough not to press federal charges against him, but he was still removed.”

You arch an eyebrow at the news, mildly surprised. You hadn’t been informed Jaehyun was taken off the case when your team had assembled that morning, Namjoon assigning everyone a task for the day. You wrack your brain, attempting to remember if you had seen the detective at all that morning, but you come up dry.

“What do you have on the vic?”

Your partner Jin’s voice pushes you out of your thoughts and you force yourself back to the present, returning to your mental crime scene analysis.

“The victim was found around eight this morning by a delivery truck who usually drops food off for one of the local bakeries.”

Yeosang motions for you and Jin to follow him and you do, trailing the detective as he leads you to a narrow brick alley at the edge of the lot. He steps to the side as you and Jin study the alley. The familiar scent of copper and rose makes your throat dry as your mind flashes back to your hotel room, but you close your eyes and exhale, forcing your pulse to slow down and pushing the memory into the recesses of your mind.

“There are more stab wounds than last time,” Jin points out, pointing to the victim’s chest and thighs. “The amount of blood signifies she was killed here.” Jin points to the victim’s head. “Their hair isn’t even black.”

“So the unsub is devolving,” you muse aloud. “Someone or something must have triggered him.”

Jin hums in agreement. “With how deep the stab wounds are, you would almost think that this was a different unsub than the other crimes.”

“What do you mean?” Yeosang asks, frowning. “We have two killers on our hands?”

“Doubtful,” you answer. “When an unsub devolves, they grow sloppier, leaving behind evidence they usually wouldn’t have or changing parts of their MO. In this case, the stabbing and rose are consistent, but the finer details such as the lamb’s blood are missing.”

“What would cause something like that?” Yeosang says, voice raising slightly.

“Maybe something in the unsub’s life went wrong,” Jin suggests, standing and crossing his arms. “A rejection, a loss, maybe. This means that they’ll be sloppier and keep leaving clues that hopefully we can trace back to them.”

“So we just have to wait for him to keep killing until he leads us to him?” Yeosang demands, disbelief and frustration evident in his tone.

“Of course not,” Jin says evenly, despite Yeosang’s rising hysteria. “If you detectives were so worried about the lives of your people, maybe you should have shared all of the evidence in the case with us from early on.”

“That was Detective Jaehyun’s call, not mine,” Yeosang grits out, hands clenched into fists. “I don’t appreciate what you’re implying, Agent Seokjin.”

“I’m not implying anything.”

Jin’s face is cold, tone apathetic as he addresses Yeosang. He arches an eyebrow coldly, continuing, “I’m just saying that maybe if the NIS had all of the facts for this case, we might have been able to find something by now.”

Yeosang sputters, and Jin turns away, already refocusing his attention back on the body. You give the steaming detective a sympathetic smile, bending to pick up the flower resting in the victim’s hands when your skin pricks as though it has been stabbed by the rose’s thorns. You immediately stand and whirl around, but aside from familiar police vehicles and officers, you are met with nothing. Yeosang gives you a questioning look, and you wave your hand dismissively. After another scan of the lot you turn back towards Jin, ignoring his concerned look.

Despite this, you can’t shake the feeling of being watched.

“Y/N.”

“Namjoon.” You nod at your team’s leader as you pull out a plastic office chair, settling across from the aforementioned man.

“How are you feeling?”

“Okay,” you admit, rubbing your hands against your legs soothingly. “A little spooked, but this isn’t the first time one of us has received a note from one of our unsubs.”

“That’s true,” Namjoon muses. He spins in his chair slowly, twisting enough that you hear the creak of his chair but not enough that his body ever completely turns away from you. He steeples his hands on the mahogany desk in front of him, case files spread across the wooden surface haphazardly.

After a moment, you clear your throat. “I heard that you forced Detective Jaehyun off of this case.”

“I did,” Namjoon says slowly. “He was withholding information from this investigation.”

“I see,” you say, throat dry. Your body fills with nervous energy as you contemplate what to say. Namjoon speaks before you do.

“I was speaking with some of the other BAU members, and we’ve all agreed that the unsub seems to be targeting you.” Namjoon smiles, but it’s devoid of any friendliness. “I’m sure you’ve thought of it by now, right?”

You nod, unable to force yourself to speak, and Namjoon continues. “The NIS Director caught word of the note that was sent to you last night, and he wants you off the case. Conflict of personal interest, he said.”

“If this is about my ability to handle this case, I assure you that I can — ” You say quickly.

“I know.” Namjoon says, holding up his hand and effectively silencing your protests. “Which is why I’m not taking you off this case. But going forward we’re going to need to be honest with each other, okay?”

Somehow, you know that Namjoon is speaking on a level that transcends your current conversation. With a growing sense of dread, you are aware that Namjoon knows that Jaehyun had told you about the notes. You briefly wonder how he knows, if Jaehyun ratted you out. You clench your fists, waiting for a reprimand similar to the one Namjoon most likely gave Jaehyun for not telling your team leader earlier.

It never comes.

You stare at Namjoon silently, unsure of what to say. Seconds stretch on between you. Finally you find strength within you to nod, and Namjoon smiles sharply.

“Good. Now tell me what you and Jin found at the crime scene earlier.”

You stare at the case files, your eyes drooping.

The rest of your team left long ago, hushed whispers and a few worried glances thrown your way. You ignored them, choosing instead to concentrate on the pictures of victims in front of you until your eyes burned tiredly. No matter how much you tried, you couldn’t come up with anything linking the unsub to the victims. You feel so small, so unsure, and this makes everything you had been feeling towards the case worse.

Finally, you sigh, standing and gathering your things. You grab your phone, groaning as the time is reflected on the screen. It’s too late to hail a cab, the method of transportation you had assured the rest of your team you could use to get back to the hotel when they had left earlier.

You idly scroll through your phone’s app store, looking for a rideshare app that you can use to get back to your hotel and pushing open the precinct’s glass doors when your foot collides with something solid. You try to steady yourself, but it’s too late.

Your hands find purchase with something warm and sticky, and it takes a moment for you to gain your bearings. When you do, your eyes land on a foot. Your eyes follow it to a leg, and then up, up, and when your eyes finally focus on the owner of the foot you scream.

It’s Taehyung.

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loveelle · 2 years

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New Year, New Requests!

However, requests are closed until January 8 :(

I think I’m going to make a choice that might not be popular but with the new year here, I think I’m gonna delete the requests I have and sort of start over. I mean sort of because I’d be willing to do requests that had been requested and continue some of the wips I started but only if the requester comes back and lets me know that they’re still around and wanting the fic. I’m doing this because, you know, new year new requests and I haven’t posted a fic in a long time thanks to my blog being hidden for 3 months. I know I have a lot of requests that I’m scraping and I’m sorry about that but it’s very overwhelming and I hope you understand <3

That being said, I’m putting the requests below the cut for those who requested them to remember which ones are theirs and to let me know! I’m headed back to school hopefully tomorrow for a quarter that starts on the 4th so I might be a little busy to start excepting requests right away but I will soon!

Thanks for sticking around with me guys and I hope this year brings you more content from me :)

*If you do not see your already requested fic on this list and would like me to write it still pls send me an ask and I’ll add it to my list!

Luke Patterson:

Can we get a cutesy/maybe angsty Luke x reader fic based off the scene/look Luke gives Julie when she asks him to “tell her mom she loves her” when they cross over. But it’s the reader planning to tell Luke how she feels & he gets that giddy smile (the band has been hyping her up/but second guesses herself) then they have the performance & reader returns with Julie expecting the boys to be gone but they aren’t & tries to convince them to go to Caleb but Luke says no & she goes to kiss him??

Hey I love your writing!!!!!!! I have a request for a Luke x reader. So basically this is an alive Luke fic where he is dating the reader. The reader is a little insecure of Julie because she keeps overheating how amazing those two are together and how they should start dating or how he’s probably cheating on her with Julie. So one day she goes to surprise him with lunch and she sees them kissing. Luke sees her but she runs away and he runs after her. Do it very angsty with a happy ending where it was Julie who initiated the kiss because she likes Luke but he doesn’t like her and chooses the reader. Sorry it it’s so complicated.

Can i request a Luke x reader based on the song "She Will Be Loved" by Maroon 5💚

Luke Patterson x reader - Friends by Ed Shareen

Luke Patterson x reader please? Maybe with song Style by Taylor Swift? Or just any Taylor Swift song in general? Better than Revenge? All Too Well? Cordelia Street?

Can i request a luke x reader for all too well by taylor swift?

Luke x reader? Nobody Compares? By 1D?

Oooo Luke x reader - either Fallin’ All in You/Mutual/Queen or Like to Be You kinda vibe by Shawn Mendes??? I LOVE ALL YOUR WORK! 💞

Omg what about a Luke Patterson x Mercer!reader with the song Accidentally in Love by Counting Crows from Shrek sksks

could I request luke patterson x reader - remember the mornings by clinton kane 💚

Could I request a luke x reader with girls like us by zoe wees! love your fics

Luke x Reader Upside Down by Austin & Ally?

hi!! I saw you were doing song requests ages ago, but I just thought of one now, pretty new song but it hits you right in the feels 🥺🥺 it’s chicken tendies by Clinton Kane (the name is very misleading 😂)

Can you do "Sex" by The 1975 with Luke you dont have to put smut (maybe implied) just Luke pining after the reader with a happy ending💕

Omg! Hi! So idk if you are still taking song fics but I was folding my laundry at 2 am (you know... gotta love that college life) and The Vamps song Can We Dance came on and I was like Ahhhhh! The perfect Luke x reader song... especially if like set at a party or something... but I’d just thought I would suggest it! Everything you write is so incredibly good PSA!! 💞

Reggie Peters:

hiii! i was wondering if your accepting prompts could write reggie x reader (who is alex’s younger sibling) and they’re kinda sneaking around. Thank you 💛

hiiiii! can i request some mercer sibling x reggie pleasee! really interested to see your take on alex as a big brother!! Xx

Jatp:

ah hi !! heard you needed songs for requests or something? sorry if you don't but idk any other jatp pages if that makes sense. young love by btr could work really well for any ghost member x ghost / living reader?? anyway take with that what you will !! have a good day and much love

Could you do something with the song Amnesia by 5sos? Maybe the reader literally has to move. A happy ending twist? (I don’t remember the character requested :( let me know pls)

Peter Parker:

I was thinking maybe Peter Parker x Cheerleader!Reader? Where they both secretly pine after eachother but due to Peter's shyness reader thinks he's intimated by her popularity and uncomfortable around her and she avoids him because of it. But Peter's shy and awkward because he thinks no one like her would like someone like him because they're so different from one another. And then they get paired together for a project or something and their feelings grow stronger and they start getting even more awkward around eachother and they get in an argument where they both think they've done something wrong and in the heat of the moment they both confess their feelings. Idk I feel like its too detailed of a request so I'm not gonna be upset if you decline it. If you do want to write it feel free to take any artistic liberties you want! Totally up to you.

#requests #new year #pls read #luke patterson x reader #reggie peters x reader #peter parker x reader

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ficsnroses · 3 years

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Turns out there’s a easter egg in Cyberpunk that implies Wick exists in-universe. It made me think of the twin au, so do with this what you will.

Submitted by @summon-daze

Yess I saw this during the side mission!! If John is alive and working in the Cyberpunk world, does no one notice he looks exactly like Johnny Silverhand who’s a super famous rockstar that everyone in Night City seems to know??? Or that Johnny looks exactly like John??? Wait do they exist in the same timeline of cyberpunk?? We’re in 2077 but Wick exists in 2014??? And also 2077?? that means they both existed together at the same time during the 2020s?? Does this mean John never gets out of the assassin world and iS STILL WORKING IN 2077 BECAUSE THAT HURTS MY HEART A L O T OH MY GOD THAT ALSO WOULD MEAN HE’S ALL CYBERNETIC’D NOW SKSKS WHAT IF THE HIGH TABLE MADE HIM GET A BUNCH OF CYBERWARE AND IMPLANTS SO THEY CAN KEEP HIM TIED AND WORKING UNDER THE TABLE FORE VER AFTER THE EVENTS OF WICK 3 IM

#john wick #cyberpunk 2077 #johnny silverhand #keanu reeves #wick 4 hasn't even started filming and we're already crying over what could potentially happen to poor johnny boi #submission

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yakuzacasual · 3 years

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My friend introduced me to your blog and I aM IN TEARS. Your writing is so good!! 😫 #WritersGoals. Your Relationship 101 with Shinada was adorable and now I'm soft! Do you have any ideas for Rikiya? I miss him a lot ;3; Thank you for writing!!💞

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Sksks thank you so much for the kind words I am meeeeeelting here. R101 with Shinada is one of my favourite pieces I’ve written actually so I’m happy to see other people enjoy it as well. Please give my regards to your friend as well, I hope you’re both doing fantasic and I’m glad I could finally whip up a little something for out lovely boy Rikiya. Also ASAHI GAY RIGHTS, YES.

RELATIONSHIP 101 WITH RIKIYA SHIMABUKURO

It is most likely that he was the first one to approach you back in the days before your relationship. However, even if he did, he definitely doesn’t remember it. No matter how much you tease him for it or imply that it’s an act, he still just doesn’t. Maybe he was scoping you out for the longest time and getting drunk seemed like the only way to finally get himself to approach you or maybe it was the other way round where Rikiya approached you way too sober, embarrassed himself and just straight out fainted the moment you were out of the earshot? Mikio and God only know. And frankly, you’ll have better chances trying to learn it from the latter, because there is simply no way the blond cutie would ever betray his bro.

On that note, it is of utmost importance for Rikiya to make sure that you and Mikio get along when he is not around. Both of you are now the most important people in his life and he simply cannot accept the relationship as it is if you’re not feeling comfortable around each other. Don’t take him for a wimp, he WILL step in. After all, you’ll be hanging out together quite a lot. The rule does apply differently depending on which one of you is the core of the problem, though. If it’s you being unnecessarily hard on Mikio, Rikiya is very likely to first get into a big fight about it with you and if nothing changes afterwards, he’ll just decide to break up. No matter how attached he may be to you, he is a firm believer of “bros before hoes” and you can’t change that. When it’s Mikio being mean, oh, that’s an entirely different story. He gets mad defensive about you, deflecting most criticisms that feel invalid with lines like “You’re just jealous”. It will put a strain on their relationship until the moment you and Miko end up working out your problems yourselves while Mr Shimabukuro is busy being sulky. And then he’s going to boast about how he resolved the situation. Silly man, but you both love him a lot.

He does his absolute best to seem like the knight in a shining armour. A bit loud and clumsy at times, sure, but romantic and traditional to a fault all the same. Rikiya is dead set on treating you like royalty. The basic gentleman etiquette is all there, sometimes to the point of being somewhat over the top, but he’s ready to do way more than that. He’ll be there at your every beck and call and will do pretty much anything you ask, even the most ridiculous or atrocious acts he is ready to undertake should you only ask. While he insists on doing literally everything for you, he wouldn’t let you do anything for him, which causes a great imbalance in the relationship. At some point it may end up feeling very overbearing and uncomfortable to you, but it’s surprisingly easy to solve if you just try and talk about it with Rikiya. He’ll be absolutely embarrassed by his own actions, but will definitely promise to draw a healthier line in his wish to support you.

If you’re not a local, this man will shower you in Okinawa trinkets and weird little facts only a true connoisseur would know. Being able to flex his robust knowledge of the land in front of his beloved makes him feel absolutely divine. He does expect you to make fun of him, though, like many others have done before, and would be pleasantly surprised when you either match his excitement or just let him carry on with a smile. He’ll get so, so soft if you praise him, too! And you can bet that you’re going to get the best guide around Okinawa you’ll ever have. He’ll introduce you to every single nook and cranny and you’ll get to meet every single of his local friends. Prepare to have to carry your boyfriend home, though. He’ll get teased to hell and back by every single person that stops you, about him manning up and finally getting himself a partner. No one will be even remotely surprised if you’re not on the feminine side, too. They’ll just accept you as you are, as long as you don’t break their favourite boy’s heart. Additionally, he doesn’t like to leave his home island all that much, but he definitely would not object to visiting your own home town should you ask him to.

Okay, so you know how he and Mikio basically were adopted by the orphanage as the favourite uncles? Well, you’re a part of that family now, deal with it. Even if you’re not exactly the type to like kids, getting to watch Rikiya play sports with them or try to help with homework he absolutely does not understand is as wholesome as it is hilarious. In a way, he’s got a hand for older children and would be over the moon to have you join him intaking care of them. You can count on the orphans to tell you about every time uncle Rikiya talks about you tenderly (or has talked in the past, even before you two were a thing) or is making heart eyes at you as you busy yourself with helping Haruka. He absolutely adores watching that side of his beloved that kids can take out of you, which often ends up with him fantasizing about the family he wishes to have with you some day.

#yakuza #yakuza 3 #Ryu ga Gotoku #rgg #yakuza x reader #rgg x reader #yakuza x you #rikiya x reader #rikiya shimabukuro #yakuza imagines #imagine #Headcanon #request

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years

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my plus one - part 6

MASTERLIST

(HELLO if yall have been waiting for lovey dovey and implied smut chapter, then here it is sksks i hope u all like it but dont get too all happy just yet (((:)

Word Count: 2,281

It’s only been two days out of the torturous week long wedding event from hell and you were already exhausted. Both mentally and physically. After your big argument with Roger, you stood in the hallway and debated with yourself if you should just get a ticket to fly back home right then and there - but you don’t. You could imagine the look on your mother’s face if you abandon everyone already.

Besides, it would make you look like the total cry baby everyone already sees you as and you’re trying to change that. One again, trying. Although right now would show differently as you sob to yourself in the hotel’s hallway. You were a mess as you think about who you could go talk to about everything that’s already happened since the second you arrived here. You know just the person.

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“Everything was a lie! Or… At least I thought it was. I had no idea Roger felt that way about me!”

You’re sat on your mothers bed as you sob in her arms. She’s gently rubbing your back in an attempt to calm you down - something that worked often.

“And then he goes and says that horrible thing to me! Why would he say that!?” you ask as you lean away to look at her.

Your mother is sadly frowning as she reaches forward and wipes away a few tears from your swollen cheeks.

“People tend to make others feel as bad as they do. Why? I’ll never be sure. Why did you lie about you and Roger being together? You know you didn’t have to do that, honey.”

You roll your bloodshot eyes and stand up from the bed as you walk away with your back facing her. You cross your arms and shake your head.

“Yes I did, mom! Do you know how it feels to have your sister marrying a man you were once in love with!? It’s torture! Why him? Why does she have to marry him!?” you ask loudly as you begin sobbing once more.

Your mom stands up and walks over to you as she brings you in for another hug.

“I have no idea why she did what she did, sweetie. I need you to know how sorry I am that this has happened to you. My heart breaks for you, baby girl. But look at me,” she says as she cups your face with her hands. “You have a man that just confessed he’s in love with you. You just confessed to me that you’re in love with him. What are you still doing here!? Forgive what he said to you. He’s had to watch on the sidelines when you and Alex were together, so believe me when I say that he probably knows a thing or two about heartbreak.”

Your face falls as your mother speaks. She was right. She was always right. Roger was there through your whole entire relationship with Alex and even way before that. He’s had to listen to you blabbering about Alex non stop when you were with him. Your heart falls as you nod to her and smile, finally understanding what it is you need to do.

“Everything that has just been spoken in this room, stays in this room. Okay? Nobody will find out. I promise.” she says sweetly as she moves a piece of hair from your face.

“Thanks, mom.” you whisper as you pull her in for one last hug.

She kisses you on the cheek and you’re suddenly out of her room and hurrying to the closest elevator. You impatiently wait for it to get to you and suddenly fly into it. You press your floor number repeatedly - as if that makes it go any faster. Your legs are shaky as the doors slowly open up and you sprint out. You retrieve your room key from your pocket and are finally standing in front of your door.

You hesitate for a moment as you stare down at the handle. You take in a deep breath and swipe the card, watching as it turns green - telling you it worked. You press down on the handle as the door opens up. You walk inside and allow it to shut behind you, rather loudly. You hear something as fast footsteps get closer and closer until Roger’s standing across the room with a half worried expression on his face. His shoulders fall as he lightly shakes his head.

“Y/n,” he whispers as you take a step forward. “I’m so sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean any of it and I just need you to know how sorry I a-”

Before he can even finish his sentence, you had already walked across the room and straight up to him. You leaned up and hurriedly press your lips against his, cutting him off. He’s taken aback for a moment before leaning in to you and slightly moaning. Your hands find their way into Roger’s hair as his slowly slide up your sides and cup your face. The kiss speeds up as you slip your fingers under his shirt and slip it over his head. Your lips are back together in an instant as he starts unbuttoning yours.

“Do you really love me?” you whisper against him.

He pauses for a moment and leans away to look into your eyes. He looks to your mouth and back to you.

“I do.”

You smile as you graze your lips against his.

“Then show me.” you purr.

Roger’s eyes go wide for just a moment before he dips down and picks you up, causing your legs to swing around him and for you to playfully giggle. He walks to the bed and places you down as you laugh. He hovers over you and nips at your neck, causing you to arch your back.

“I’ll show you.” he whispers.

Roger then lowers himself until he’s perched between your legs. He’s looking up at you with his big blue eyes and you swear you were done for then and there.

“I’ll show you in so many ways.” he growls just before unbuttoning your pants and slipping them down.

***

“Wow,”

You both were laying in bed as your naked limbs are tangled together. Your head was perched on Roger’s chest as his hand soothingly rubs up and down your arm. Your heart was beating fast and you both were completely out of breath from you previous activity. You look up to Rog and smile widely as he does the same.

“Good?” he asks teasingly.

You shrug and bite your lip.

“Could use some improvement.” you joke with him, causing his brows to raise up.

“Oh, really!? Improvement, huh? Guess we’ll just have to try again.”

He hovers back over you quickly and begins kissing your neck as you laugh loudly. But before anything else can happen, your cellphone begins ringing. You both pause as you roll your eyes and sigh. Roger rolls next to you as you lean forward and realize it’s your sister calling you.

“Sort of busy at the moment.” you say fast as you answer.

“Sorry for bothering you, but we’re all waiting for you at dinner… Like usual.”

You sit up fast and shake your head confused.

“Dinner!? Nobody tells me anything! Don’t you have like a spreadsheet with times on them? This is exhausting.”

“Exhausting? What’s exhausting is having a sister who’s late to everything! And who apparently has trouble listening!” she half shouts.

You hear someone in the background get on to her for her tone of voice.

“Don’t wanna keep you waiting any longer.” you say as you hang up.

“I had no idea about dinner reservations for tonight.” says Rog.

You jump up from bed and rummage around to find a long dress to slip on fast. You pull your hair up as Roger changes quickly.

“Apparently we have to be mind readers.” you tease as he walks up and kisses you.

“This will be our first dinner as…” he lingers, wanting you to say it.

“As two people who just slept together.” you tease causing him to playfully roll his eyes. “And as two people in love.”

Roger sweetly smiles as he brings your hand to his mouth and kisses it. You suddenly remember that everyone’s waiting for you as you jump and hurry to the door.

“Let’s go before Ellie freaks out even more… Actually… Maybe let’s wait a little longer.”

“Let’s go.” laughs Rog as he grabs your hand.

***

“Finally!” says Ellie as you two walk up to the outside dining area.

It was a beautiful night as a light warm breeze washes over your skin. It couldn’t be anymore lovelier.

“Sorry, we got caught up with something.” you say as Rog scoots your chair back for you.

“I wonder what that was.” says Ellie with a hint of anger in her voice.

“You two look glowing tonight.” says your mother as she smiles at you with a knowing look.

“I feel like I’m glowing.” you say back as you look to a giddy Roger, him leaning in to kiss you.

You hear a low sigh and look across the table from you as Alex diverts his eyes anywhere else. You feel a faint smirk fill your face as everyone begins talking among each other. The waiters bring out your meal as your stomach growls. Nobody’s paying you or Roger any attention and you decide to take advantage of that. You bring your hand under the table and slowly place it on Roger’s thigh. He slightly jumps and looks over to you - you’re looking down at your food as you listen to your mother speak. Just then, you slowly raise your hand up to his upper thigh and feel Roger squirm.

“That’s not very nice.” he whispers in your ear as he leans in close.

You hold back a giggle as you look to him and act completely unknowing and innocent.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Roger half growls as you squeeze his leg and raise it up even more, placing it over his now hard crotch. Roger’s jaw is tense beyond belief and his breathing has become fast. You take the chance to gently squeeze him, which sends him into a coughing fit as he tries to hide the loud moan that was about to make its way out. Everyone stops and looks to him - his face bright red.

“You alright, dear?” asks your mother with a worried look.

“I’m gonna go ask for more water.” he says fast as he stands up and turns around fast to hide his hard on.

“I’m gonna go with him.” you say in the most worried tone you could possibly do.

“Might be a good idea, hun.” says your dad as he watches you two walk away.

Instead of going to the kitchen, you both hurry to the nearest bathroom and walk inside. Roger locks it as you spin around.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” you ask sincerely just before he spins and forces you against the wall.

You groan as he smirks.

“I know exactly what you were trying to do.” he growls.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” you purr.

Roger shakes his head in frustration as he dips his mouth near your ear.

“Turn around.” he commands.

You do exactly as he says. You spin around and are pushed against the wall once more. Roger grabs your dress and hikes it up. He presses himself against you harshly as he groans.

“Naughty,” is the last thing he says before practically ripping your panties down.

***

“Does my hair look decent?” you ask out of breath as you check it in the mirror.

Roger’s zipping up his pants as he smiles and walks behind you, gently kissing your neck.

“You always look beautiful.”

You turn around as you smile and kiss him once more.

“We don’t have to stay for dinner, ya know. You’re not feeling well, remember?” you jokingly ask him.

You both exit the bathroom as Roger sneaks away and back to the room. You make your way back to the table as everyone looks up to you.

“Roger’s not feeling the hottest right now. I think we’re gonna go back to the room.”

“Is he alright?” asks your mother.

“There’s a medical team on sight if he needs one.” explains your father.

“Is he really sick or are you just making an excuse so you two can shack up again? This is my wedding week, you know. Not a lover's retreat.” says your sister.

“Ellie!” scolds your mother.

“You know what, El,” you say. “Not everything continuously revolves around you, but I know that must be hard when you think you’re the sun.” you spat just before walking off and leaving Ellie with a shocked look.

You ignore all of the whispers behind you as you make your way back up to Rog. He’s laying in bed with his arms behind his head. You walk inside and he’s instantly looking away from the TV and at you.

“How’d it go?” he asks.

You smile as you trot over to him and get on the bed. You slide next to him and place your head back on his chest.

“I overheard my mom talking about how tomorrow we’re all going horseback riding on the beach.”

“Sounds… Cheesy.” says Rog, causing you to laugh.

“Is it bad that I hope Ellie’s horse is the slowest?”

“Not as much as I hope Alex’s horse knocks him off.”

You burst out laughing as you cover your mouth.

“We’re horrible people.” you whisper.

“At least we’re horrible together.” whispers back Rog.

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abimee · 5 years

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it was one of the pretty buttons that has one hole on the back so jevil just stuck a claw thru it

I love that this anon implies jevil just has claws for whatever reason sksks

If I'm being honest here though, i thought about the giving of an eye a bit too seriously and thought about seam not having a sense of material wealth, and "possessions" just doesn't mean anything to the 'keep, so something like a ring would mean nothing on a material level so maybe seam... Gave a part of the body away as a token of marriage lmao

#seavil #deltarune #jevil #seam #fanart

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kyufiber-moved · 5 years

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☕️💜😅💻💘pls

☕️- favorite passage

not THE favorite but it’s hard combing through all my shit skksks

“Soon, the cold won’t affect you.” he murmurs, taking a hold of your neck.

His lips touch yours, and although the cold shocks you at first, the feeling that comes after makes you forget everything.

A sense of peace washes over you, and within a split second all the turmoil in your mind floats away. The cold water begins to feel like a warm blanket wrapping around you, swaddling you, and the air begins to feel much too dry on your skin.

An odd feeling begins to take over your legs, making them tingle, and it vaguely registers that you must be becoming a siren.

Your chest feels heavy, the air in your lungs dry. You need water.

And then, the kiss deepens and all of his— San, is his name— memories wash over you, like dreams. An odd feeling takes over your chest; one you can’t pinpoint or name.

After what could be hours or seconds, San pulls away.

You blink, staring into his brown eyes.

He holds out his hand, and you take it. And then you both disappear below the surface.

💜- top 3 favorite lines

im gonna take this to mean dialogue sksks

1. from my prince!gyujin,,, i just like how cheeky she is here

“How did you know? That I didn’t steal it?”

You exhale a small laugh. “With a face like that, there are plenty of ways for you to provide for yourself without stealing,”

2. from my bts au runaways,, i find this banter amusing esp bc it follows a v aesthetically pleasing description of their surroundings

“You aren’t gonna kill us, are you?” Jungkook sizes up a very unimpressed Nia. You exchange a look with Jimin, who’s leaning against the hood of the van. “I would win,” he adds. “I’m twice as big as you,”

She can’t help but roll her eyes. “If I killed you, I wouldn’t get paid.” And then she turns and strides towards the van, leaving Jungkook looking alarmed.

“She wouldn’t get paid? That’s her reason? That’s not even moderately comforting!”

3. from siren!san,, it’s simple but i love what it implies yk??

“You’re sure? You’re leaving behind everyone and everything you know and understand.”

“To save your life.” You nod again.

“You’re lying again,” He shakes his head. “Come here, and get into the water.”

😅- a line that made you feel second-hand embarrassment

“i just have one more question for you,”

this really will be the day i die

you think, swallowing

“yes?”

“how long have you wanted to kiss me?”

your mouth falls open before you can stop yourself

“wh- wait- what?? how do you- you–”

he cracks a small smile

“i confess- i didn’t mean to eavesdrop. i just happened to be walking by and i heard my name and i’m naturally curious.”

💻- three works of yours that are must-reads

ooo,,,

1. yours; taeyong (nct)

2. for those who; nct dream

3. aaand.... my seven deadly sins - wrath; hyunsik (btob) but beware there’s a trigger warning for this one !

also bonus: runaways (bts)

💘- what’s your favorite AU? Least favorite?

my favorite au of mine is probably.... runaways simply bc of the premise?? ive wanted to write something w that plot for a long time now and idk i just like the mystery of it and like . the police interview parts and stuff SKKsk also my least favorite is reaching out (ten) bc i wrote it so long ago and sdjfjs idk it kinda sucks

#asks #anonymous #OMG THIS TOOK SO LONG IM SO SORRY

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