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mondaymelon · 4 months

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₊˚ෆ 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐄… | xiao, childe, scaramouche x gn!reader

⤷ art by @/Deltanpopo on twitter ! ❀

[ A coy thing, you are, daring to lie to them about your wellbeing. ]

— "I'm alright."

A scoff leaves XIAO's lips at your swift words, his mouth curling into a sneer, one absent of a smirk. His arms crossed over his chest, dark shadows cast over his eyes. "Come again?"

His glare was intense - dangerous, its malice not directed towards you, but instead to whatever had made you like... this. You could shield your form from his piercing gaze all you wanted. It'd do nothing to deter him. The knowledge he held of your character, the way your voice gave the slightest tremor, and the way your eyes slipped from his own... he let out a noise of annoyance.

"As I said, Xiao. I'm fine."

You were't a good liar. At least, from his knowing view. Unacceptable. His lashes fluttered as his eyes narrowed. Was he not reliable enough for the truth? Why was it that you'd refuse his assistance while you were clearly suffering?

"No." His voice was decisive, cold, but not in the manner of harsh, unforgiving ice, but the morning frost that bloomed on the dewy stalks of riverside reeds. "You aren't."

He felt your gaze pause at his lips, yet did not rise to meet his own. Your own mouth quivered, just the slightest, and you downcast eyes that glistened flicked their attention to the ground. "Xiao, I..."

You voice trails off. There's no need to say more. For you stood, enveloped in the adeptus' rare embrace, his pale skin cool, yet sparking an unquenchable warmth within your chest.

"If you aren't okay, that's okay. I'll just have to hold you in my arms, until you are." ₊˚ෆ

— "I'm alright."

A laugh escapes CHILDE's parted lips, a rather empty sound that resounded in your silence. It continues for a couple brief moments. "Ah, you're kidding, right?" He breaks into a smile that fades at the lack of your response. "Right?"

"Why would I be kidding?" You sighed, trying to sound as exasperated as possible. "I'm serious, Childe. I said I was fine." His gaze bore into you, to the point where you could feel your body smolder under his eyes. You shouldn't look at him now. Pursing your lips, you strengthened your resolve, but a moment of weakness upon hearing his shallow laughter was all it took to glance upwards. To meet his gaze.

A grave mistake, you had just unwittingly committed.

Before you could turn your head away, Childe's hand's caught you, one of them grabbing onto your chin and forcing your head to stay in place. "Say," his voice was low, quiet. A telltale sign of the anger that simmered underneath. "When did you get the notion that you'd be allowed to lie to me, and then get away with it scot-free, huh?"

The moment he had met your fleeting gaze, eyes locked onto yours, your verdict had been decided. Guilty. "Childe, it wasn't that I..."

"Oh, is it something you can't tell me, then?" His voice was softer now, but not in a threatening way, eyes melting with concern. Yes as much as he'd love to get at whatever - or whoever had made you so upset, he had a higher task of importance as of now. And that was to comfort the person before him, tentative under his touch. He slowly released his hold on your chin, instead giving your hair a ruffle that caused your locks to fly in disarray. "If so, then I won't push you anymore."

"I've... I've just had a really long day and-"

Your words lost their sound as instead, warmth replaced the quiet. Childe held you in his arms, delicately, like you were made of porcelain, and the slightest touch would shatter you. For someone as brash as him, to now stay silent, letting you let out all the world's concerns in his embrace...

"I won't say anything, alright? Just let it all out, and I'll listen." ₊˚ෆ

— "I'm alright."

At first, SCARAMOUCHE almost looks offended at your words. His brows are furrowed, and his eyes are drawn into a scowl. "What, care to repeat that? It's funny how you think you're fooling anyone."

It takes a moment to find your voice again, with how intense his eyes stare into you - indigo, flashing with electro power. Mesmerizing, dangerous, lethal if you drew too close. It didn't matter you supposed, you had already been in his reach for far longer than you cared to admit, and you had yet to be burnt away. "...I'm alright, nothing happened."

This time, your answer drew a startling laugh that bubbled from deep within him, a carnal yet almost melodious sound that flowed like water and blazed like flames. "Ah, that's funny. You've been hanging around the other Fatui, haven't you?" His gaze narrowed in distaste. "Disgusting, all of them. And from the likes of it, you've been picking up some nasty habits as well. Speaking nothing but the truth to me should be a given, yet you're saying such things without the slightest guilty conscience... I couldn't help but laugh!"

Guilty conscience my ass. Of course it took something out of you to lie to your.. lover. Yes, despite it all, Scaramouche was the one you were joined hands with - even in the male didn't act like it. Or perhaps he did, in a world of his own masked away in a guise behind a guise. His spark just drew you closer.

"Scara, you wouldn't understand...!" Don't get aggravated, keep your voice composed, steady. "It's... it's something personal, alright? I just.. I just don't want to talk about it right now. Give me time, please."

Please? His maniacal expression dimmed as he paused, just a brief moment. He hadn't hurt you, had he? No, you knew him well, well enough to know that that was just the person he was, didn't you? "...So it was like that?" He tried to hide his apologetic expression with a hand over the lower half of his face, but his eyes glistened regardless.

"Ah, just forget about it. If you're hurting, then... Come here, all right? I'll humor you, just for tonight." ₊˚ෆ

(a/n) okay okay so. i. im gonna try and post a fic every day this week. spoiler alert: its fucking exam week BUTBUT BUT im so close to a follower goal ive been wanting to reach and itd be so silly if we could hit it before new years!! that's why im gonna be listening to burnout playlists while typing away like my life depends on it.// wish me luck on my exams ahah. theyre tommorrow.

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v-dkja · 1 month

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take a chance with me

“Oh, why can't we for once, say what we want, say what we feel?” kamisato ayato x gn!reader. slight angst, arranged marriage, hurt/comfort, arguing, mentions of death, open ending.

Those vague memories flashed through your head; young Ayato who smiled at you. A smile that makes you willing to die for him. he flashed a sweet smile, while his hand gave you a flower he had just picked. You remember that moment well, reluctant to ever forget it.

You also remembered young Ayato's face when he found out that the two of you were engaged— and would be getting married someday in the future. You don't know whether it's a good thing or not. Actually, at that moment you felt happy, because you had kept your feelings for him, without thinking about Ayato's true feelings for you.

And here you are, waiting for Ayato— who has now become your husband, to come home. You haven't seen his beautiful face that looks like a painting by a famous and skilled painter, and you should be used to it. You wait for him with sadness, knowing that when he comes home, he won't hug you and say, "I'm home” like he used to do.

And here you were, looking at Ayato who had just arrived; his face showed clearly that he was exhausted, and needed rest. This can be seen from the start of the appearance of eye bags. You've always refrained from telling him all your thoughts all this time, but seeing him always come home like that, your heart couldn't bear it and decided to hold it for another day.

“Welcome home, Dear.” to which he only responded with a ‘hm’.

He then walked past you without saying anything. Leaving you alone, again.

Feelings of anger suddenly appeared suddenly. You didn't really want to feel that feeling right now, not with Ayato's current condition.

The mouth that had opened unconsciously now closed again, giving up the intention of saying a word. Maybe another day, you thought.

And here you were, lying on the bed facing Ayato's back. His breathing started to become regular, indicating that he was asleep. Doesn't he intend to sleep facing you and hold your hand just once?

Your eyes start to feel heavy, not because of sleepiness but because you are holding back the tears that want to come out. You don't want to look pathetic now.

Your hands want to hug him from behind and whisper ‘i miss you’ just once. But you don't want your ego to win this time.

Your tears just came out without your permission. That fragile body that was originally standing upright is now starting to shake from crying, your breathing is starting to become irregular and even your mouth is almost making a sound, but luckily you can hold it in.

Your hand moved of its own to wipe the tears that had come out, but a strong hand that was bigger than yours prevented you from wiping them. You vaguely see the figure of the man who has made you happy all this time, also suffering at the same time. Ah, it turns out he's still awake.

“Why’re you crying?” The audacity to ask like that after his attitude all this time.

“It’s nothing..”

“Don’t lie,” His voice was commanding. How much you hate that voice, but that voice was once your savior.

“I said— it’s nothing!” Your voice rises, your hands trying to free Ayato's grip.

“Then why’re you crying?!” Ayato's voice also rises. It was clear he was also angry.

You remain silent. Your voice wanted to come out to explain but it could only be replaced by sobs. “T- tell me..”

“Do you… actually l- love me? Do I have to die first so you can pay attention to me? Tell me.. Ayato.”

Ayato looked confused in response to your question. "What do you mean?”

“I'm sorry for feeling neglected all this time. I'm sorry... Please, forget about this.” And i thought love will always feel beautiful.

“I can't just forget this! My wife is crying,” Ayato shouted. “Look, i’m sorry for making you feel like that, okay?”

“I…” Ayato's voice trailed off. For some reason not a single word could come out of his mouth, as if he had been bewitched. “I love you. I always love you. Please forgive me. I don't know what happened to me that time. I’m sorry, love. I’m sorry.”

“Maybe because I was tired, I became like that. I never meant it like that. I just want you to know that you’re appreciated, okay?” Ayato's hand wiped away the tears that had fallen from your eyes.

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heeseung-min · 10 months

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Hii can I request for the backstory of the riki fic 12:14 😦😦

🤠🤠your wish is my command, before that if you want to understand better you guys can read this first [12:14]

[22:06]

9th December 2013, it was the first time Riki fell in love at the first sight. He was still 13 years old yet he was very sure that you, the one he saw on that day are his true love.

He told about it to his family but everyone keep laughing and said it was just a mere crush and teenagers around his age act like that. But, Riki didn't care about that. His mind only full of you.

"You must be Jungwon's friend. Come inside. He will be back in few minutes."

Riki didn't know what to do. He was astonished looking at you standing in front of him.

"You....don't want to come in?"

You awkwardly asked the short boy since he's been standing for few minutes and still not saying anything.

"Ah- yes yes I'm sorry." Riki blinked his eyes aggresively trying to focus back before entering the house. He sat on the couch and then looked at the show you were watching. He smiled at the sight of familiar cartoon. Crayon Shin Chan.

"Do you want anything?"

"No- it's okay."

"Well, I'll be in my room if you need me."

That's the first time Riki knew what love means.

14th February 2017, Riki planned something. He was smiling widely at the bouquet he bought. It has your favourite flowers. How did he know? He might "accidentally" came to your room while you were out.

He looked at his surrounding and it full of couples having fun with each other. He hoped he can feel like them too.

"You are so sweet buying these flowers. I'm sure your girlfriend must really love it."

His cheeks flushing red at the words. Will you accept him as a boyfriend?

"Um, we are not dating yet. But, I'm planning to confess today."

"Awhh, I'm sure you will get her young man."

"You think so?"

"Of course!!!"

The owner words somehow boosted Riki's confidence. With giddy feelings, he walked to your house and asked you to come out.

"Oh, Riki! What are you doing here? It's night already."

You asked him. Riki became taller as years go by. He was shorter than you but now you were the one that was shorter than him.

"Noona, I've been liking and loving you since the first time we met. I was thinking about confessing to you these years but now I finally have courage to do it. Noona, will you be my girlfriend?"

He expected you will be shocked by the sudden confession but he didn't expected you will reject him.

"Riki...umm you are really good boy. But, to me you are just like my brother. I'm sorry if my acts towards you lead you to something else. Plus, you are still young. I'm sure your feeling just like a mere crush. It will go away later. Again, I'm really sorry."

Instead of saying anything, Riki walked away leaving you outside the house. The bouquet he bought already thrown into a garbage bin. Riki only saw red at that time. He went to the flower shop and looking for the owner. It was close already but he eventually got inside and saw the owner was cleaning the store.

"Uh, young man? You should not be in here."

The woman was a bit worried. Riki rolled his eyes and attacked her by choking her neck.

"You said she will accept me. But, WHY INSTEAD SHE APOLOGIZED AND REJECTED ME?!!! YOU SAID SHE WILL LIKE THE FLOWERS!!!"

"Let- let me...I'm sorry."

"Huh, sorry? Yeah, you should be sorry. You ruined my life so you should face the consequence."

Riki took a scissor near him and stabbed the woman on her eyes and her body many times until she died.

Somehow, he didn't feel guilty doing that at all. Instead, he felt good that he is able to let out his anger.

Since that day, Riki is not smiley like he used to be anymore. He even cut his friendship with everyone include Jungwon. Most important thing, he started to stalk you every single day.

He even installed a camera inside your room just to watch every movement you do. Sometimes, when there is no one at the home, he will break in and stole some of your items. He loves to see you getting frustrated looking for it.

One day, when Riki was enjoying his time alone on the school rooftop? Jungwon came and stood beside him. He glared at Jungwon who looked scared to say anything.

"What do you want?"

"I've heard about your confession towards noona and I'm sorry that you got rejected. But, Riki you don't need to unfriend me too. We can still be friends."

"Shut up. You don't know anything."

"I know you are still hoping for my sister. But, she has a boyfriend and is planning to move in with him. You need to let it go."

Riki clenched his fists tightly. Is your boyfriend became the cause you rejected him? And you even planned to run away from him?

He turned to face Jungwon who was waiting for a response. He looked on Jungwon's back that near with the end of the roof.

"You are right. I should move on."

"Yes! We are still young anyway. Let's focus on something else than these things."

Jungwon said with big smile on his face. He was happy to finally get to talk with Riki. He missed his friend so much.

Sadly, Jungwon didn't realized he was already at the end of the building. He became shocked when Riki suddenly pushed him off the rooftop. The boy landed on the hard ground with pooling out from his head.

"You should just stay away and don't disturb me. You cause this to yourself."

22nd June 2020, Riki started to follow you when you were finally finished your work. Since Jungwon's death three years ago, you moved from the house and sold it to other people. He came to your brother's funeral and felt so happy when you hugged him. He didn't care about the funeral to be honest. He came just to see you.

You moved to a city to find a job and you stayed with your boyfriend, Sangwon. Both of you were working hard to pay the bills. Sangwon is a good guy. A very good guy. He takes care of you and always make sure you will be okay.

And that's what make Riki mad.

He is the one that supposed to do that.

He is the one that need to take care of you.

Not that bastard.

Riki watched as you entered your house. He calmed himself when he saw you were hugging and kissing your boyfriend. He knew you actually love him. He knew that. He will take you back. He will make sure he will get you back in his arms.

"Y/n, go take shower. I'll be cooking and we eat together okay?"

"Thank you, honey."

Sangwon kissed your forehead before let you to shower. He didn't realized at that time the back door was opened when he got into the kitchen. Without thinking too much, he just closed the door and started to cook.

When he wanted to cut vegetables, he noticed the knife is gone. He went to search for it until he heard a voice.

"Looking for this?"

Sangwon turned to that unfamiliar voice. He felt the panic building up inside him looking at the stranger inside the house.

"Who are you?"

"Oh, me? I am Y/n's boyfriend."

"No, I am her boyfriend. Leave our house right now before I called the police."

Riki scoffed while twisting the knife on his hand. Your boyfriend really had an audacity to do that. He moved fastly and stabbed Sangwon's neck before pulled it out and stabbed on his stomach.

"Can you call the police now? I bet nah."

He giggled when blood coming out from Sangwon's mouth when he wanted to say something.

"Awh poor you can't even shout for help. That's what you got when you took away Y/n from me."

Creak!

He turned back and found you standing feets away from him. You were holding your phone and stepped back when Riki started to walk closer.

"Stay away from me!"

"Noona...do you know how much I miss you?"

He wanted to hug you but you started throwing things towards him.

"Get away from me, you freak!"

"Freak??!! FREAK?!! I DID THIS FOR YOU NOONA. FOR US."

"NO! I TOLD YOU THAT I DON'T LIKE YOU RIKI YOU SHOULD MOVE ON ALREADY."

"Why can't you understand? Noona, we are perfect for each other. I knew you love me."

"I will not love a murderer. You killed my boyfriend, Riki. You will get caught by police."

"You sure? Cause I did the same thing three years ago."

You became confused at what he said and Riki smirking showing his creepiness.

"To your brother."

You lost your balance and fell down on the floor. Riki started to laugh loudly like he just told you the funniest thing ever.

"I had to remove him, noona. Your brother is disturbance to us."

"POLICE! PUT YOUR HANDS UP!!"

Riki became confuse at the sudden noise. He turned to you who still in daze and grabbed your phone. The boy cursed when it shows a call between you and the emergency hotline. You must have been did that before he noticed you at the kitchen.

One of the polices shot him when he tried to run away. They quickly ran to hold him down and cuffed him.

"Miss, are you okay?"

You looked at your surrounding and felt better when you heard a siren. You turned to Riki who started to walk from you.

"I will fucking find you, noona. You can't escape from me."

That's the last sentence he said before the polices pushed him into the car.

"You are safe now, Miss."

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Man, it was hard to do with my headache🤕🤕 but thankfully i can finish it. Anyways this is flashback to [12:14] so what you read here is the past while the [12:14] is the future when Riki finally escape from jail and looked for y/n. Hope you guys understand.

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ohtobeleah · 1 year

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Hi leah! I just found your strictly scandalous drabbles and I am panting! Woof! If you are taking requests, could you write a sequel to bob x reader x hangman polaroid one? The little hint at something more at the very end has me on my tippy toes !

I also loved the hungman one btw 😘

Ah yes, the much anticipated sequel to this bad boy. Please I beg you 🙏 save me from hell.

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“You’re fucking kidding me.” Bob had sat you down in the shared living room of the dorms on base when he broke the news that Jake had not only gone through his stuff, but he’d stolen the polaroids of you. “Bob! We have to get them back!” You stood to your feet, panic rushing through your body as your heart raced in embarrassment–but when you actually went to leave? Bob was gripping at your wrist pulling you back down into his lap. “What are you doing? We have to get them back before–”

“I already got them back.” Bob admitted and you felt an instant wave of relief wash over you. “But not in exchange for nothing.” He couldn't even look at you, couldn't face you when Bob had to tell you what he’d agreed to in order to get your pictures back. He wasn't proud of it, but it seemed like the most tolerable idea out of the several options Hangman had given him.

“What don't I know–?” You asked softly, tipping Bob chin up so he’d face you, look you in the eye and hopefully tell you something that wasn't gut churning or hard to hear. “Bob honey, it's okay–you can tell me.”

“Hangman wants to watch next time I take pictures of you.” It physically stung when Bob had told you what the exchange had been. “And I said yes because out of everything he suggested it was the most mundane of them all.”

“Having you take Boudoir Photographs of me doesn’t extend out to Jake fucking Seresin!” You hissed as you pushed yourself out of Bob's lap. “God are you kidding me, Robert!” Oh, fuck–he really was in trouble. Bob hadn’t been called Robert since his mother had schooled him last for not separating the whites from the darks when doing his laundry. “I'm not some commodity that can be traded! I'm a person, with real fucking feelings and I'm not comfortable with this!”

“Before you rip Bob's head off–” Jake's voice echoed through the living room as he leaned on the wall, arms crossed over his chest. How long had he been watching? “He wasn't all that up for sharing either.”

“Get the fuck out of here Hangman before I break your fucking nose.” It wasn't a threat Jake took lightly as he approached you slowly, holding his hands up in surrender. “And how fucking dare you take those pictures! They weren't yours!” It was more embarrassment than anything taking–because deep deep down? There was something so hot about the fact Jake had taken them. It wasn't to anger Bob or piss you off–although they were added bonuses. Jake took the polaroids because he thought you were incredibly attractive for someone he thought had never touched a man in her entire life.

“Can you really blame me?” Hangman taunted as he stood toe to toe with you, tilting your chin up to match his gaze as he looked down on you slightly. “My favorite was the one of you in the men's locker room getting off with the shower head–bet I could do a better job if you gave me the chance?” You couldn’t fucking breathe, there was no way Jake was doing this right in front of Bob. “I bet Bob here wouldn't mind taking a pretty little picture of you withering away under my touch.”

“I said you could be present, I didn't say you could touch her Seresin.” That's when Bob stood up, stepping between you two as he came to your defense. “That's the deal, you’d sit in the corner and keep your mouth shut, that's what we agreed on.”

“How’s about it Vee?” Jake grinned as he waited for you to agree. “How about a front-row seat?” It wasn't that you were okay with it entirely, perhaps you needed a few nights to sleep on it–but there really was a part of you that found it fucking hot that Jake was so obsessed with you he wanted to see what went on behind closed doors when Bob did an x-rated Boudoir shoot with you.

“You can look but you can't touch.” That's all Hangman needed to put his plan to fuck you into place. Grinning ear to ear as he stuck his hand out for you to shake.

“Deal.”

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When the day had finally come–Jake stayed true to his word. Well, for the most part anyway. For the first half of the shoot, he watched with a hard on the the size of Mt fucking Evertest as you touched yourself, clad in Bob’s pick of lingerie. The more you thought about it? The more you tolerated the idea when you thought about being in lingerie–not completely exposed.

“That’s nice baby– touch your neck for me, yeah?” Bob instructed you as you spread your legs a little more as you held the pretty black vibrator against your lingerie-clad clit. Choking yourself as Bob zoomed in–capturing you for all you were worth as he laid flat on the carpet of his dorm. Snapping away. “Just like that, wanna see you cum.”

For the most part, you could ignore Hangman's presence as he sat on Bob's bed, completely entranced by your beauty as you softly moaned out Bob’s name and worked yourself towards an orgasm just so he could take a pretty picture of the moment and keep it forever.

“Can I suggest something?” Jake's voice nearly startled you as he slid off Bob's bed, crawling towards you before dragging you forward by your ankles so he could slide in behind you. “Don't worry, I'm not trying any funny business Bobby boy, just trying to help you capture the moment.”

“Make it quick–” You groaned as you shuffled forward a little more as Jake slid in beside you. “I was really close.”

“Trust me.” was all Hangman growled as he keeled behind you, pulling you back by your shoulders so your back was flush against his thighs. You could feel his hard-on pressing against the back of your neck. “Do you trust me, Vee?” You wanted to say fuck no–but you found yourself nodding as you went back to working the vibrator against your swollen core as Jake wrapped his hand around your neck. His exposed lower abdomen was barely in the shot as your jaw slacked and Bob took the shot.

“That looks awesome, Jake–just cup her breast really gently for me.” You’d tuned out to what the reality of the situation was. Your boyfriend was directing Jake fucking Seresin to touch you in ways you never wanted another man to touch you. But coming from Bob? It felt so right, it felt so powerful and it felt so good as Jake slid his hand down the valley of your chest–doing exactly what Bob had instructed.

“Like this?” Jake cooed as he squeezed over the top of your lingerie–making you shiver under his touch as you turned up the power on your vibrator.

“Perfect–” Bob was being extra careful not to capture Jake's face in any of the polaroids that fell from the bottom of his camera. “Stay like that until Y/n cums.” Jake tightened his grip on your throat as you tensed up, your breathing had increased to something beyond rapid as you coaxed yourself towards a high. “Come on baby, you look so pretty–doesn't she Hangman?”

“Just the prettiest.” It had surely been the praise that sent you over the edge. As Jake and Bob tandomed praising you with sweet nothings you felt yourself giving over to the tsunami that was your orgasm. Bob was laser focused as he captured you in the state you were in— your jaw slack as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Thighs trembling.

“Ohhhhh fffuuuggghhhh—“ You sounded like an angel, Jake swore he’d never heard a more beautiful sound. Arousal dripped from your cunt, seeping into your panties as you collapsed into Hangman who shared a look with Bob who just shrugged and continued taking photos. As much as he hated to admit it? Bob was capturing you in a way he’d never seen before and it was turning him on to new extremes.

“So, I have another idea—if you're down?” Unbeknownst to you and Bob, this had been Jake's plan all along. To wiggle his way into the picture just enough to take over and manipulate the situation in his advantage.

He wanted his own Polaroids of you—not that he hadn't taken photos of the ones he originally stole from Bob on his phone. He’d never jerked off to someone as perfect as you. He’d admit Robert Floyd was a lucky man but fuck he didn’t know how to handle a woman like you—no way no how.

Not only did Jake want his only Polaroids of you, but he wanted to taste you, he wanted to fuck you. He wanted to show you just what he could do to you—but he needed to crawl before he could run.

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It was an experience you thought you’d never be able to check off your 2023 bingo card—Bob was positioning you just right. His hands guided yours to where he wanted them.

“So good for me baby, just want you to look up at Jake with those doe eyes I know you’ve got yeah?”

“Like what you see darlin?” Jake taunted as he looked down at you, you were down on your knees for him. As he beamed a shit eating grin at you—the grip his hand had in your hair only tightened to pull a reaction right out of you.

“Ahhh—“ You hissed as Jake twitched in your hand, you were palming him off through his boxer briefs. Again, Bob saw no identifying features of you nor Jake for only a few shots. He was preemptively preparing for the conversation he knew he’d be having after this was over. Jake would want his own polaroids. If Bob had the share Jake wasn’t getting any with your face in it. Or his for that matter. “Kinda feels like you like what you see too.”

“Vee, I’m fucking mesmerised.” Jake was honest as you slowly but surely slipped your hand into his briefs. Bob snapped away as he surged you through whatever thought process you were having.

“Nice baby, whatever you wanna do I’m okay with—so long as you’re comfortable.” You knew things would be complicated after this, but your inner self wasn’t holding you back. You wanted to explore, experience whatever this was that was being handed to you on a silver platter.

“Yeah Vee, so long as you're comfortable.” Looking up at Hangman through your lashes, you kissed up the side of his shaft. It drew an audible groan that was so deep and prolonged from the depths of his chest out of him. “Shit, you know what you’re doing after all.”

As you shifted your lips to wrap around Jake's tip, Bob kept snapping away, he’d surely be out of film soon—but he wasn’t missing a single moment of this. Perhaps he was into Voyeurism, because he’d never been so hard before. Palming himself off while he took polaroid after Polaroid if you sucking Jake Seresin off.

“Uuhhh fughh Y/n you nasty little bitch.” Jake had accepted the fact this might be all he gets tonight, not wanting to push the limit too far. He’d play his cards right and reel you into the idea of fucking him eventually. With or without Bob present. But for now? He’d settle for the way you were taking him inch by inch into your throat. Gaging as he shoved himself a little further down with a little force.

“Watch it Seresin, that’s still my girl you’ve got your hands on there.” Bob warned from behind his camera as you pulled away with a gasp. Teary eyed and a string of saliva connecting your lips to Jake's tip.

“Just such a pretty little mouth, I couldn’t help myself.” Jake winked as he tilted your chin upwards. “You aren’t gonna not finish me off are you?” He raised the question and you remained silent, not wanting to give Hangman the satisfaction of a verbal answer. Instead you just took him back in your mouth. Bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks as you worked to suck him dry. “Ahhh yes that’s right Vee, suck my fucking cock.”

Bob was growing increasingly concerned that this was getting a little out of hand. As he snapped his last polaroid, he looked up and saw he was nearly out of film.

“I’m outta film Hangman, sessions over—“

“God, give me like ten more seconds.” He groaned as he took control of your head, his hands cupping your cheeks and fisting into your hair as he face fucked you. Gags echoing off the walls before a final primal moan escaped Jake as he pulled out and held your head back, jerking off to paint your face.

Bob just couldn’t resist using his last snap on such a sight. God you looked so pretty. Coated in cum.

“Come by my dorm with a few of those will ya Bobby?” Jake asked as he leaned in to lick a strip of his load from your cheek. “And make sure you call me when you actually wanna fuck Darlin.”

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#Strictlyscandalous Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin

#strictly scandalous // robert 'bob' floyd #strictly scandalous // jake ‘hangman’ seresin #strictly scandalous // topgun #jake seresin x y/n #jake hangman x reader

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crying-fantasies · 4 months

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Memory reboot

Masterlist

It all starts with his dark habsuit, no light on his own personal space before he enters and notices that, yes, there is indeed one, the one of your datapad, a new datapad, one that was supposed to be a surprise.

His shout of surprise and rightful mild anger makes you look back, trying to hide the new object with your body even when it is futile, he just saw you, what kind of excuse will you make now?

"That was supposed to be a gift!" his finger accused you while he looked how you rolled to the side, obviously trying to get away, "stop right there, little bean!", Oh, he is using nicknames, corny and old as fuck ones but his last encounter with humans back on earth was way before you were born, he isn't that mad then, it puts an stop to your escape before flashing him with a smile.

"Sorry, couldn't believe it, I thought you forgot again" he makes an exaggerated sound with his cooling vents, like a gasp, his back strut is a perfect 90 grades and it's obvious he remembers the mortification he suffered the last stellar cycle when you presented him a great collection of new human music, not that his taste in music was bad, more like all the bots aboard listened to very old songs that were still hits they were also way too old.

"What an offense" his body moves on top of the berth, servos and stabilizers applying pressure to the new, warm and soft mattress, keeping him above your resting place that looks so comforting, "you wound me if you think I would forget about it", I'll never forget again is what he wants to tell you, and maybe you know it in how your lips give a little peck on his face plate, leaving him speechless before returning to his cool persona, "so where is my gift?".

"Still not here till tomorrow", the mattress moves when you jump in it, Rodimus makes an overly exaggerated sound that could be similar to a child cry, crocodile tears, "or we could go travel", that part makes him light the entire room with a smile.

"I like that idea, if we weren't traveling around as it is", you look at him, not exactly with bedroom eyes, but seeing you sprawled on the soft bed, smiling like that with your gift in hands, is quite tempting enough and makes him feel giddy even when he is supposed to be mad since you spoiled your own gift, your legs trash around a bit and you pat the side next to you repetitively, "What is it?", there is a playfulness on his voice, and you answer with your own.

"You should rest, with me", now your whole body is against the fabric of the mattress, it's tempting, way too tempting, but he knows Magnus will give him a terrible speech about responsibility if he doesn't end his work now, of course you don't know about the pile of datapads back on his desk or you wouldn't invite him to cuddle.

And, damn, he wants to cuddle right now.

"I don't need to rest now, I'm not tired", he brushes off the notification that appears internally, systems telling him to recharge after two whole cycles of work, he'll never admit it but this was his fault, he was supposed to clear his schedule but the crew really needed this equipment and that high grade and it's just- it's difficult to multitask, okay? And he wants to be a free bot tomorrow to spend it with his conjunx endurae wholeheartedly even when you look worried, "I'll be fine".

As if that would stop you from caring for him, to this point he should have known better.

"Hm, but, Roddy, I'll be so lonely without you", ah, ah-no, hell no, you're doing this again, acting cute and everything, what's wrong with humans and their inhumane (ironically) ways of obtaining what they want from sincere and unprotected bots like him?! Worst of it is how you'll have the nerve to be mad if he babies you later! But if he doesn't take the chance now you'll act as if it never happened! So unfair! You notice his internal fight, of course you do but your merciless attack doesn't stop even when he puts his servo up, silently asking you to stop because his vox will glitch if he uses it now, nevertheless you are a bloody human that uses every deadly charm you can get, just like when you open you arms slightly along with flexing your legs, totally tempting in another level because you know this is doing things to him, "come curl in my arms so I can feel whole again"

OH-kay! This is it, he can see the notification of his system about to activate the gears to open his interface panel and the sound of his vents about to die from overuse, but he is a hard bot, he'll no crack by such an attack.

And you, little devil, who knows he is weak to you acting like- like-, "what? Are you trying to seduce me into healthy recharge patterns?" He is close to the door, if he gets to get out then this conversation can, hopefully, continue later, just a few steps more-

But no, it's almost funny how you get to read him and his actions so well, getting up and leaving the new datapad in what you call nightstand, just to take your blanket, the blanket; he could've run away when you did your little detour but he couldn't rip his optics away from your bare legs, the pijama shorts doing a good job in catching his attention, you may call him crazy but he is sure you use those in purpose, worst of it all? He loves those shorts, and he loves that blanket, is the one you use to sleep on him after cuddling or after marital duties (ones he accomplishes like a champ), and he knows that you know, the closed smile on your little face is prove enough, "why? Is it working?"

Rodimus is weak, he has always been weak when it comes to you, so he isn't surprised when hours later he is laying on the mattress, system rebooting back to consciousness, at least his body returned back from the mass displacement with it, the dreamy bliss of the aftermath accompanied with your gentle strokes on his neck cables make his pedes move by the overstimulation, and you know it, he hears your giggles when a moan comes out of his vox again by the right movement of your hands over his energon lines, suddenly your teasing movements stop after giving a kiss to his neck armor, his audial receptor can hear how the fabric moves as you put your clothes back on, climbing your way to his chest armor with your blanket in hand.

The soft hum of his ventilation system slows down, holding your body to his chassis, just were he can see you before and after recharge, "Happy anniversary", you say it almost as saying good night when the digital clock turns to midnight, you give a little kiss over the armor before dripping off to sleep with the blanket around you.

Rodimus just stays there, not moving, basking in this moment, remember the sensation of your body weight over him, knowing that once he closes his optics the simulation of the golden disk will end, yellow digits reach out to your now sleeping form, trying to touch your hair, your skin, or just feel the warmth of your body but they just go forward, the hologram can't retain it's form and he sees how it starts to fail.

"Yeah, happy anniversary", that's his voice but he hasn't activated his vox to say them, it's all a memory, a video of that night, one he has been indulging the past cycles, the simulation ends because this is the exact moment he entered recharge.

When it ends he is still on his habsuit, the one you two shared, the mattress is long gone because he couldn't look at it, he can't look at anything that was once yours without painting his grieving marks under his optics again, it was better than doing something more stupid or dangerous, he has already been doing stupid things for all this time.

He needs to keep going, he must, and to do so he is supposed to accept his lost, say: "Happy anniversary" to the nothingness even when this is the hardest date for him, memories of happiness that drag him down, memories of the second anniversary of your conjunx ritus, it's hard to believe you were here to celebrate with him your 14th anniversary when he is here right now, this was supposed to be the 15th, a total stellar cycle since he lost you.

And he still needs to keep moving forward.

Inspired by @lost-light-incorrect-quotes and this piece of work, it may be short but damn, those little and centered words give me some ideas that go wild quickly and sadder by the second because I like to cry over these things, it's good for the soul.

Accompany this one with VØX x Narvent song of the same name and you have this mess of mine.

#reader insert #x reader #angst #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers #transformers idw #tf rodimus #rodimus x reader #transformers x human reader

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sol-shines · 5 months

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@ your tags PLEASE talk abt your parker designs!!!

this is for you and @dreaming-of-stories-and-stars THANK YOU for enabling me :3 sorry this took a little bit

if you don't know what this is about i drew my takes on the parkers here !

rambles under the cut:

SO what i sorta wanted to do was make. each parker flow into the next while subtly changing in between ,,, something something losing yourself to the game, becoming unrecognizable. so let's cover it parker by parker:

prime: i personally Love the hc that the coin is parker's mom. so prime is a lil ancient roman coded guy. he's SOOOO eldest sibling coded help. like he and his mom have a very strained relationship but also he thinks that if he just does whatever she wants she'll finally be proud of him :P whoops! and yeah v explosive anger (firewalker reference!), leading to ego, leading to. You Know. anyway. oh ALSO the parkers get younger as we progress so :))) they all STARTED at 19 but have varying degrees of age. so prime is in his mid-thirties.

parker ii: AH the most elusive of the parkers. SO: in my personal lore interp, parker ii was created when prime starting to push back against the coin more and more to the point where it was becoming a problem. and prime of course is very destructive and makes a mess when he's angry. so ii came about from me going "...what if parker just. said fuck it and left. didn't give a shit about ego just didn't wanna play the game anymore and found a way out." and that's exactly what my ii did. absolutely fucking vanished and quit the game for good. somehow. which uhhh MIGHT have been what caused prime to go apeshit ("why does ii get to leave and i'm stuck here?") and end prehistory. whoops. so i wanted to make them look very vagabond-y. somehow got even edgier than prime (impressive). also they're abt 30-ish. and have crazy gender stuff going on. possibly transfem. "but how is that possible if you hc the parkers as transmasc-" shhh. i don't know <3

park3r: GOD i loved doing this one. this parker is such a bitch and i love him. the first commissioner parker, created bc "OKAY so we gotta make him more young and impressionable and less unstable AND take him out of this game bc very clearly Bad Things will happen if he stays" so they made. a chronically online teenager and made them commissioner AMDNFM. god yeah i love this design he's sooo. just a 19-year-old trying to fill an impossible role and putting on a cool face about it. tragic, yes. but they're gonna complain the whole time and make everyone else miserable too. fully believe he was just scared and out of his depth the whole trial :( oops why are parkers iii and iiii so sad. i drew him closer to mid-20s here but honestly he could easily be younger

p4rker: LOVE this guy's lore so my hc is that after the trial that killed park3r it was like "uhhhh FUCK we need a new one of those. stat." so. they just. took park3r's incin'd body (ik it's not really Canon that park3r was incin'd he just Died but. let me have this) and like. stitched it back together. so p4rker is covered in burns and stitched together like frankenstein all over, and they just threw a mask on them like "see!!! new guy!!" the result of this being they didn't have. a whole ton of time to add shit like Personality, so p4rker is the outlier in that they're very naive and even polite? they don't understand what all the fuss is about them and just wants to be. nice? shame he didn't stick around long :/ the drippy bits are a little percolation nod! in this particular drawing he's like 20 :(

pvrker is. obviously the least human. park3r was more of a prototype of a commissioner, p4rker was a temporary placeholder at best, pvrker... was well and truly made For The Game. and his appearance reflects that. kinda a combination of iii's bluntness and 4's naivety. in-universe some people think he's the most sinister or whatever bc he's so directly Controlled By ILB Shit and that's not NOT true but like. give him a break guys he's like 6 days old he's new at this :(

ANYWAY that's so long holy shit. here are my rambles i hope u like them. im So Bad at blaseball lore so someone yell at me if something i put in there isn't accurate but. yeag :)

#parker macmillan #blaseball #WOO god this took so long to write and so much of it is just vibes but. I Like Them :)#they're so fun to draw!! so similar but different!!! h!!!!!#sol speaks

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barrenclan · 11 months

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grlwood - i hate my mom for slugpelt? do i even have to explain lol

[Music compilation post]

Oh yes, this certainly feels like a song that a teenage Slugpaw would watch.

"You're gonna do What I tell you And you live under my roof You gonna follow my rules"

"I fucking hate my mom I hate my mom I hate my mom"

youtube

That's a good call for not knowing much about Magpie! It fits her nicely. We'll learn more about her eventually, though of course she's not 'the protagonist'.

"And I'm not your protagonist I'm not even my own I don't know anything I don't even know what I don't know"

"My heart catches on every thorn You're already halfway out the door And I've never looked so old And I have never been so cold"

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Well, it is a song about women who have been used and abused by men for their own pleasure and comfort. So... unfortunately, yeah.

"The capillaries in my eyes are bursting If our love died would that be the worst thing? For somebody that I thought was my savior You sure make me do a whole lot of labor"

"Apologies from my tongue And never yours Busy lapping from flowing cup And stabbing with your fork"

youtube

Ah, No Children. I suppose it could fit them okay, though Hush Puppy isn't really the kind of person to display her anger on the outside. And I can't see Thrasher ever wanting to leave Hush Puppy (or have her leave him). Maybe it's a better fit for Harebreeze and Dustfeather?

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This song has been suggested with Hush Puppy, but not Cormorantpaw. I like it anyways, so I'll put it here again.

"We meet between the soil and sea The fishes and seagulls all laughing at me I fear I know what they see"

youtube

That's an interesting take, but I can see it!

"For some reason I find myself Lost in what you think of me And too confused to choose who I should be"

"It's been a point of contention between myself and this Body that they stuck me in The privilege of being born to be a man And now you got me thinking I wish I could be a girl, and that way You'd wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend"

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#ask #anon #music #slugpelt #magpie #hush puppy #cormorantpaw #thrasher #pinepaw #ALSO. I HAVE TO COMPLAIN.#THIS IS THE SECOND FUCKING TIME I'VE DELETED EVERYTHING IN THE POST BY ACCIDENTALLY HITTING CTRL Z #AND IT WIPES OUT EVERYTHING I WROTE. AUGH

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lollahazadi · 1 year

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Zeb x Y/N (Your Name)

It's been days since you were on a mission with Sabine in search of clues in favor of the rebellion at the request of Hera. Days eating portion, days not seeing the others on the team and especially not seeing Zeb. Your lasat friend who you cherish and you wonder if he's okay, if he's on truce with Ezra and Chopper (you made the humanoid swear not to get into friction with the two in your absence and that he needed to channel his anger with other things).

On the planet where you and your Mandalorian friend were, it was dawn, around 2:35 am. You were the only one awake on that starry night, you rolled on your inflatable mattress from right to left, you played a trick on your body, closing your eyes and no sleep came. With his insomnia and his holocommunicator, he decided to give his favorite lasat a call (at least as far as you know, he was the only one in the galaxy as that living species).

***

In the room where there was a fifteen-year-old blue-haired boy sleeping peacefully with ear plugs, without it, it would be humanly impossible for Ezra to resist the nocturnal snoring and grunts of his chubby and purple friend. Zeb slept like a giant baby. Until his holocommunicator dances to the touch on top of the bedside table, forcing him to wake up from his pleasant sleep, his eyes opened very unwillingly and he stretched in the bunk, looked up and realized that the boy did not seem to be bothered by the call from the device and soon he could see why. "Karabast…" he mumbled cracking his back feeling flustered "It's 2:37am, who's gonna want anything at that time???" When he dragged himself over to the dresser he saw that the call belonged to none other than you. Without delay he answered quickly and eager to listen, since it had been a while since they had looked at each other's faces. her small body casts a bluish tint in the transmission, leaving Zeb with what looked like a frown, now turned into a smile.

"Hi Zeb! Goodnight, did I… wake you up?" you wanted to know shy. Zeb responds promptly avoiding embarrassment. " Hello Y/n ! Karabast, Good to see you! "Garazeb say with happiness notorius, make you look him and smiles and roll your eyes " Don't worry about it Y/n, actually I wasn't even sleeping" . You knew it was a lie and you stare at him pretending to be serious. "Garazeb…?". you stare at him wanting the unvarnished truth. Zeb is nervous with her gaze that looked deep into him, he found her eyes beautiful and inviting, like a sweet one-way dive, but they weren't so attractive when the purpose was to extract the truth.

"Don't look at me like that…please" Zeb begged with his ears drooping and teeth grinding. "If you really haven't slept, why is there drool in the corner of your mouth, is your beard wrinkled and your eyes are droopy?" You asked denouncing him, he awkwardly wiped spittle with the back of his hand and quickly straightened his beard. "Okay, okay, I guess I really was sleeping" he scratched his head confessing. "and I was sleeping well by the way, I needed it for a while, you know. A lot on my mind, you know how it is, me here, you there, wondering if you're okay, if you're happy or if you need something, hungry or …" He says with a short laugh. You are moved and laugh: "Oooown Zeb, you miss me do you?" you question. Embarrassed Zeb tries to formulate: "uh..eh… also, bu-but… Ah, you know that, don't you? you're one of us, you're part of the family and…you're missed, it's normal."

" Oh Zeb, I'm very happy that you think so, but you forgot that Sabine is with me" you laugh " You mean that I miss her more? that I'm more important ?" You play with Zeb's head, the poor guy takes it seriously and still responds "No! I'm not disrespecting Sabine, you're twisting my words…" "So tell me what I didn't understand" you were curious "Explain it to me" you laugh, Zeb says: "You are different, I can talk to all of you, but you in particular, I feel that I can trust you deeply, we can talk nonsense together, share secrets, do you understand me?" you kindly answer "Of course I understand Zeb, I know that you don't discredit any of us and I also feel that I can trust you with whatever I need" You smile at each other as Zeb stares at your silhouette from head to toe remembering how beautiful you are and always missed giving you a hug or your shoulder, touching you in any way.

You look back at him and remember that you always felt protected with Zeb's size, when he used his body as a shield to save you from gunfire, or explosions or even his own hug was enough. Do you want to know the good news: "So Zeb? Is everything okay out there? Are you managing to manage without two less?" "Oh, so far so good Y/n. Nothing unusual, Chopper is the same insufferable trash can, Hera and Kanan are taking care of everything as usual and Ezra, Ah, Y/n, believes he bought ear plugs with Vizago? Said I snored like a Bantha and that I was keeping him awake, I almost choked him…" "Zeb… what did I say about not messing with Ezra?" "I know I know, it's because sometimes he ask to have a missing skull or a one-way ticket to the other side, if you know what I mean?" You laugh: "Zeb, killing Ezra won't help anything, you know. Just let him go and stay calm and do your things, okay?" Zeb groans and agrees "Okay, I'll try not to squash him in a thousand. How about you guys, are you okay there?" "Okay, we're at full steam around here, or we were since it's dawn and Sabine is sleeping, nothing unusual here" You finish with a yawn, indicating that it's time to rest." Well, I'm going Zeb, I could stay here all night with you, but I'd fall asleep on the floor."

"All right, you need to sleep, I need to sleep hehe" Zeb says and says goodbye to you "Good night, sleep well and any insomnia, you may be calling me" "Thanks Zeb, if you need me I'll be here too" You smile "Goodnight, see you all soon and especially see you Garazeb soon." You blink before hanging up.

Zeb lets out a smile as he puts the holocommunicator on top of the bedside table, he lies back down until he gets into a comfortable position to sleep the rest of his night. He finds that Ezra is still sound asleep, not even the light from the device bothers him. Then Zeb closes his eyes and naturally his desire to sleep appears and he could take advantage of the remaining hours to rest.

#star wars rebels #garazeb orrelios fanfic #rebels fanfiction #sw rebels #zeb orrelios #animation #rebels fanart #garazeb orrelios #garazeb orrelios x reader

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applepi-1 · 1 year

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I missed you- Kuroo

Numb, if you were to ask me how I'm feeling at this exact moment. The answers numb. I never thought I'd be here again, standing before you once again. Kenma. Why did it have to be in these circumstances? Why? Why didn't you move? My body tensed up as the first drop came down. Rain, how ironic. But I didn't move either, my feet glued to the ground, as my tears mixed in the rain falling down my face. Shock filled my body next. The same shock I got when I got the call. Why, Kenma. He never did anything to nobody. So why? Why him? I clenched my fist, anger now filling my body. My eyes widen when I no longer felt the rain. I looked up seeing an umbrella over my head. I looked to my right, and there stood, Kuroo. He looked like a mess, wearing all black, with his own tears matching the rain.

"You came." Was the first words that left his mouth.

"You called." I answered looking back down at the casket. "I... I didn't want to believe... I wanted it to be a joke..."

"I know I wish it was... I screamed for him to move... But... his body wouldn't let him." I covered my mouth as a sob came out. Kuroo placed his body under the umbrella too, hugging me close. The whole volleyball team, watched their high school manager break for the first time.

Looking back at my life, I can see how much I've changed, and how everyone else has changed, how everything has changed. After today, I wish I could do things differently, and today is definitely one of those days, where it changed your life completely. We all met at Kuroo's house, Kenma supposedly moved in with him. Today was just another day, to others, but to this small circle of friends Kenma did have, it was hell.

"So... Y/n. Uh, how've you been?" Yaku was the first to walk over to me.

"Ah, other than today? Okay, I guess. You?"

"Same." I fixed my scarf a bit, clearing my throat. "Ouch." I looked at Yaku confused. "That's a nasty bruise on your neck, what happened?" My eyes widen before I laughed nervously.

"Oh, I fell down the stairs the other day, hurt my neck pretty bad."

"Seems painful."

"Not as painful as this, so I'll be fine." Yaku seemed to drop the topic as I looked at photos on the wall.

"Y/n?" I turned around seeing the old team.

"Hey." I put on a weak smile at the boys, who did the same.

"How are you?" Kuroo asked placing his hands in his pockets.

"Trying to do better. You guys?" The team shrugged their shoulders.

"Hell... we all kind of separated after high school... after you left."

"Which none of us blame you for... I know it must of been hard..." Lev spoke quickly after Yamamoto.

"It was... and life was hell for me too, Yama. Especially after leaving you guys. I had no one to keep me company."

"I thought you have a boyfriend?" Lev asked making me tense up at the mention of it.

"Ex." Kuroo watched me carefully, I hated when he did that.

"Sorry to hear that." I just gave a reassuring nod at the boys.

"Yeah... what do we do after this?"

"I have to get back to work."

"I got this huge thing I have to do with my house." I furred my brows as the team begins to talk about leaving.

"Wait... guys we are Nekoma." They all stop talking and looked at their old manager. "We are all back together and you guys plan on leaving so soon?"

"We use to be Nekoma, Y/n, things changed." I sighed and looked at Kuroo for help.

"Guys..."

"Why don't we take a walk, Y/n?" I looked at Kuroo and sighed in defeat.

"Sure." I grabbed my coat and followed him outside, I wish I never had left. Then my friends would still be close. I looked up at Kuroo, we'd still be close if I stayed. In Highschool my parents always argued and one day my dad took it out on me. So I left, I left everything. "I'm sorry I left."

"Hm? Don't apologize for that. You have no need to." I use to have the most obvious feelings for Kuroo whether or not he picked up on them or not, I didn’t know. But I'd always flirted with him and teased him about everything. He was my best friend, and I held onto the hope that maybe one day he’d see me as more. Even now, I wish I never left.

"No... I mean." He stopped in front of me as I stopped. "I'm sorry I left you. I'm sorry I left everyone."

"N/n. You had every right to leave."

"But I should've kept in contact."

"Y/n."

"I should've tried. Now everyone drifted apart."

"Y/n... we didn't drift because of you. That's just life."

"But I should've stayed. I left you." Kuroo sighed and placed his hands on your shoulders.

"None of us blamed you."

"I just wished you were there through it all."

"What do you mean?" I walked off and sat down a bench nearby. "Y/n?" He sat next to me and rested his hand on my thigh. I slowly removed the scarf letting Kuroo take in the marks. "You didn't fall down the stairs did you?"

"We got into this bad argument after I got the call. He didn't want me to leave because... because you'll be here. And he... grabbed my arm as I was walking and I fell."

"Y/n..."

"I came anyway. Why wouldn't I?"

"Why did he care if I'd be here?"

"Because of this... massive crush I had on you." I laughed it off not looking up at Kuroo. "I tried to call you so many times but he'd always get so angry. And yeah..."

"You liked me?"

"I did... I do.. I just... I know I shouldn't of said anything. I know you never felt that way... towards me."

"I’m in love with you, okay?” I froze. "And I really missed you,” he spills, leaving my emotions to go haywire. “and I want you to be mine. I've always wanted that.”

I stared at him, eyes wide. "Then I left.."

“You—” he looked at me, helpless. “you’re my best friend. I never blamed you for leaving.” I stayed silent, feeling there was more. “So. uh, I guess I,” he stammers. “I understand if you don’t—”

I didn't give him a chance to finish his thought, pressing my lips against his before he can say another word. His hand immediately comes up to cup my cheek, thumb rubbing circles into my skin. I pulled away, lips swollen and breathing heavily.

“I love you too, Tstu'.” I laughed pulling away.

"What?"

"Nothing, I can just imagine Kenma saying finally." We both laughed before looking at the stars holding one another.

#kuroo x y/n #kuroo testuro #kuroo fluff #kuroo sad #angst #haikyuu!!#confessions #funeral #ken #kenma #nekoma

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drinkingpoison · 22 days

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9, 11, 14 for valentino!

Hello hello! I do believe I've found the right game for this one - I do apologize if not /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ thank you for the asks~

I'm gonna put these under a cut too, cause I know this post will get long!

9– Write about a fight between your ship being interrupted by a third party they team up against.

Angel should have expected to be interrupted eventually, what with him storming into the Vees headquarters, drunkenly demanding some random assistant escort him to Val's floor. Of course Vox had been watching the whole thing, cameras positioned throughout the entire building specifically to catch any stray drama or trouble makers.

Perhaps the CEO would give it a moment, allow the lowly demon to storm directly into his lover's room, chuckling under his breath as a bottle was pointed in the moth's face.

"These damn speakers... can't hear shit. Supposed to be top of the line and this is what I get?"

He'd have to stop muttering under his breath if he wanted to make out what Angel was currently shouting, slurring every other word and nearly stumbling right into the overlords arms in his drunken anger, only to jerk back with another string of angry decries.

"How fucking long --- bitch can take --- EVERYTHING FOR YOUR --- blind, stupid --- I don't ---"

"Oh fuck this." Vox would just have to make his way up there if he truly wanted to know what was going on, leaving his own office in a huff and making his way quickly to the adjacent floor. It wouldn't take long, what with every guard immediately stepping to the side to allow their CEO through the door.

"Okay, would one of you like to -- HEY WHAT THE FUCK -"

His calm, collected demeanor fell apart the moment a half empty bottle was chucked at his head, by Val, who had expected a random assistant had walked through the door looking for him.

"Oh, Voxy... Would you mind coming back later? I'm sort of.. dealing with something."

"Yeahhh mind ya -hic- business, ya nosy box a wi - Mmhphgh!"

Val had one arm wrapped around Angel's waist, the other coming to quickly cover his mouth, cutting the foolishly slung insult short.

"Let me handle this, Angel Cakes. But dear, you should leave. I've got things under control here. Why don't you run along and worry about something else?"

"By Satan what the fuck is wrong with you two - fine. Fine. I'll mind my business. Just don't fucking kill each other, kay?"

With a dramatic throw of his arms, the TV headed man went stalking off back to his own domain, leaving the "love birds" to sort things out among themselves.

11– Write about one member of your ship barging in on the other while they are undressed.

"Angel, I know you're still getting ready, but I have something perfect for your first show!"

"Boss! I ain't dressed give me a minute!"

The demon was completely naked in his dressing room, all six arms exposed and everything as he attempted to get some stretching in before a nerve racking first official appearance in the club. At least the extra limbs made it a little easier to cover himself, huffing and puffing at the moth who was currently tilting his head in confusion at the display.

"Darling, you'll have to get used to letting me see your body at any times, you know? Your body is going to make you a star~"

"Ah shit... I-I know boss. I'm just still a little shy when I'm... Y'know."

Motioning to his exposed body, he went a little tense as Valentino took a few steps and closed the gap between them, grinning with an unfamiliar softness down at Angel's fluffy face.

"That's alright, you'll get used to it. I actually brought you something I think will help you overcome a certain small thing I know you don't like!"

He was starting to relax, finally noticing the shoebox held under one of his boss's arms, his curiosity quickly growing and momentarily distracting from the anxiety. Taking the gift, he was almost cautious in opening it, peaking within the box. Held inside was a pair of boots, black leather and long enough to reach his mid-thighs.

The spider could start crying in that moment, he had told Valentino about how much he hated his insectoid feet, despite coping fairly well with most of the changes that came in death.

"They're.. they're beautiful! Thank you so much boss, these are going to look so fuckin' good!"

Suddenly invigorated with new energy, Angel quickly went back to getting ready for the show, not seeming to mind in the slightest that Val stayed in the room to watch him with an increasingly fond smile.

14– Write about one member of your ship discovering that the other has been seriously hurt by a third party.

"What the fuck happened? Where have you been?"

"B-Boss -! Shit.. I-I'm fine, really! I just -"

Angel was bleeding, he knew that much, he just couldn't tell if it was only external. How could you die in hell? How the fuck did that work? He'd seen a few exterminations, and still couldn't entirely wrap his head around why sinners could be ripped apart just like they could in the human world.

He didn't have much time to try and justify himself, foolishly believing he could sneak back into his room in the studio after leaving during Val's absence. He hadn't expected to run into such trouble, and now he was reaping the consequences, his boss rushing over and entrapping him in a flurry of fluff by wrapping his wings around his slender, bleeding body.

It felt.. Nice. Maybe this was a good thing, he could relax now, allowing his eyes to slide shut and his shaking knees to give out, collapsing in the plushness of his employers wings. His moment of calm was cut like a knife by Val's hiss, the sound of his chitters growing louder and louder in Angel's ear.

"Guess I can't let you out of my fucking sight. You see why I tell you to stay in the studio now? Was it some lowly fucking shark from the greed ring? I'll have their head on a stick. You fucking idiot. You aren't going anywhere for a long time."

"V-Val.."

The insult stung, but he could sort of understand. If he'd just waited patiently for the other demon's return, he wouldn't be currently blacking out from blood loss. At least the overlord seemed to notice that, rushing Angel off to the medical wing of the Vees headquarters, squeaking and cursing under his breath the entire way.

"I'm going to work your ass hard once you heal, you have no fucking idea. Teach you to try and run from me."

#🩷#📓#this was fun #i lied abt which order i was gonna answer asks in #oops #♥️#i love writing early valangel #hes in luv

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maugurim3 · 1 year

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deathly hollows

Mommy why did daddy leave us alone flower cries. He did it to protect us you see Reggie grew up in a horrible family. His mother and dad were mentally unstable due to inbreeding . This caused them to hurt your daddy growing up. Uncle sirius left your father without saying good bye believing your daddy was the better son. He was killed by voldmorts inferi undead creatures. Why was my daddy's life so tragic she sobbed in her mothers arms

"He loved you and I and respected kreacher and yes he followed noiseless but he did a 180 when he saw how he viewed him and the other death eaters. They think that they are all his friends ,girlfriends etc but in reality they are just pawns. He also did it to save me as I am a wolf fairy so in wizard terms a halfblood. He loved you sooooo much more than anyone and anything .

My brother was evil sirius said as he walked into the room. Flower go ride lighta I'm sure she'd love it. Flower tells her daughter as she grabs her old ridding gear. Bye mommy she says before going to Reggie old room. Your brother was broken sirius and you are a selfish bratty spoiled swag. She yells at sirius holding her wand . Incanturio flower says as she lifts her wand to her forehead .

Flashback warning

flashback 1

Hey Reggie hey blue eyes you look pretty . Thank you Misure black . Sorry I am bad at French. 😆 😂 😆 😂 😆 😂 😆 that's okay me too. So wanna go to the fall festival with me regulus. Yes that be lovely blue eyes.

flashback 2

Oh my gosh is blue eyes and your brother dancing. I can't believe it my brother with a beauty who knew. I love you regulus and I you blue eyes.

Flashback3

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa you should have won boy. I'm sorry I'll try harder father . Regulus oh this is why you lost . Reggie tried his best Mr Orion and its just a game . Crying regulus on the floor. Leave Mr black or I'll tell Dumbledore what you have done. Fineeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee he says before scrambling like a shrew. Shhh it's okay love .

Flashback 4

Welcome regulus we saved you a seat. Bring in ms fang Pettigrew. Blue eyes sit cusin Bellatrix back off . Master let My fiancé go now . If you do then I will officially join you. Regulus don't do it hell kill you.i can't let him hurt you my heart.

Flashbacks ⚠️ over

see he loved me he respected me and you tell my child her father was a coward when you killed people and bullied me and bullied my husband. Who can't even defend his bloody honor sirius Orion black flower screams. At him before slapping him across the face

Blue eyes calm down says Molly weasly gently.flower heads to the stairs . Next person who disrespects my husband is getting fed to lighta got it she yelled at them.

(I skipped a head because I know mist people have ether read the books or movies and if not check out movie flames they do a Medicore with harry Potter and others.)

Ah flower black the blood traitor yells Bellatrix lestrange. Bella last time I checked I don't love someone who is part human,snake and part rat. Asodre she says as she lifts her wand.Towards voldmort who is shocked at being hit by the curse. Voldmort looks at the young mother with pure anger but also surprise. That boy taught a filthy mudblood that he says trying to hit her with adrevkabra but misses. This is for my daddy ugly flower says hitting voldy with the iltack charm . Voldmort soon feels like his body is on fire.

(You all know the rest.)( flower and her daughter will stay in the home . They burn most of their families tree.except regulus black and those who were good. Flower will follow in her mom's footsteps and go to USA and become an orca tranier . Her mom made a statue of regulus in front of the black mansion.) While voldmort us in limbo due to what he did to his soul. While regulus is in heaven waiting for his wife and child to join him.) So Reggie got the last laugh .

#Spotify

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bipolar-type-2-confessions · 1 year

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a friend of mine who is also ND (but not bipolar) kept interjecting with "oh waw yes i relate" when i was trying to explain my lows and just..... i’m so sick of nonbipolar people telling me ah yeah same exactly the same i relate so much!!! when i try to explain my lows and how debilitating they are. fucking hell. it’s extreme, it’s the fucking point of bipolarity. extremes. i’m at work and suddenly can’t function because i get irrationally paranoid. without a single fucking warning im agoraphobic all over again. i was ok-ish a minute ago. i get vivid flashbacks of all the awful shits ive ever been through. i go from bawling my eyes out to utter, cold emptiness in seconds. i scare myself when i look in a mirror. i don’t see anything in my eyes. i take a bunch of pills to exhaust my body even more because i can’t stop thinking about killing myself. every damn time i spiral out and am on the verge of going to the psych ER. i had to take two sick leaves in the past month already. and i can’t tell my job, because i have zero security. they could find any excuse to fire me, because i’m not as reliable as my coworkers. i’m not as efficient either, because my meds have pretty consequent side effects. like. it’s not a phase, it’s not a rough patch i go through due to some external factors and shitty interactions i had this week. that's my day-to-day brain. i’m gonna spend the rest of my life dealing with it. taking meds to counter as many relapses as possible.

my standard, the closest i get from euthymia, is feeling nothing. there’s just nothing inside. i'm? fucking hell. i'm so sick of it. sorry it sounds so bad and childish, i know we're not the only ones dealing with this stuff, but i'm so pissed off? on top of that yesterday i had to read hundreds of people say loud and clear that it's totally okay to send us to jail when an episode gets out of hands, like it doesn't fucking require medical care and means we need urgent help. i'm so exhausted. it's exhausting to see how little other people listen to us.

You don’t sound bad or childish at all. Your experiences and anger are extremely valid and I’m so so sorry you have to deal with the things you do.

Also, the horrible things you hear people say about us and any other ND people who are considered ‘inconvenient’ to society is something I’ve also heard over and over and it’s terrifying. It IS exhausting. I personally can’t even stay in the same room as people who imply those sort of things. I can’t even begin to imagine how exhausted you must personally feel over it yourself.

I know people think they’re being ‘comforting’ when they say they’ve experienced the same thing but it can actually feel so demoralizing. I have a sister with bpd and she does the same thing and it can feel so condescending. Especially since she’s even explicitly said that her condition is ‘worse’ because bpd is a personality disorder and bipolar II is ‘just’ a mood disorder. But everyone’s experience is unique to theirs.

You’re not alone and your experiences are so very very very valid regardless of what people say.

#bipolar type 2 #bipolar type 2 disorder #bipolar confessions #asks #anon

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queen-boudicca · 2 years

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Next up in the nuwho rewatch, Aliens of London!

Bechdel test pass: yes

Made me cry: no

Aliens of London

Oh a previously on, fun

Oh is this the one where we get the bag wolf graffiti?

"12 hours" yeah nice job nine

"Where were you" "i spent the night at Shireen's" "365 nights??"

"You've been gone a whole year oops"

BAD WOLF GRAFFITI MY BELOVED

Feel really bad for Rose here

And Jackie tbh

"I employed rose as my companion" nine how did you think that would sound

Like the doc makes mistakes all the time but tbh this was a really bad one

Oh yay the line that's super not homophobic at all

I'm choosing to believe rose meant it as a compliment

"I'm the only person that knows aliens exist" *spaceship flies over their heads into big Ben* "oh that's just not fair" ily rose

I like how they show the traffic jams

Aww yisss the very American news anchor with a very convincing accent

Tbf it could be worse

I love how they just use this same news anchor over at least the next four seasons

Love them all around the tv

Babe how do you know the body is of non terrestrial origin you can't see it and they've not done any tests or anything

Aww the cookin channel

Wait how did he make that spaceship in time? They're still looking at the wreckage how did they change their program, bake a spaceship cake, and then record the whole episode I'm so confused

TOSH

TOSH TOSH TOSH

Love the dramatic music when she pulls away the sheet

Love the reporter speculating why the mp who's in charge of sugar examining is here rn

HARRIET JONES MP FOR FLYDALE NORTH

Ah yes the fart jokes, truly the pinnacle of comedy

Evil chuckling

Blon literally has her hand over her mouth wow

Aww nine's all excited about first contact

Rip

MICKEY

Poor guy he got really mega fucked over

Also wow rtd way to handle that

Also nine way to be a lying liar who lies

Harriet Jones ily

100% she's like why the fuck did they leave the emergency protocols on the fucking desk here where anyone can walk in and take them

Tosh again!!

Nine shushing his sonic king shit

Getting some eight in the mortuary flashbacks rn

Love all the unit soldiers just taking orders from him bc he said it confidently

Aww piggie

Nine being so mad they shot it <3 "it was scared"

Ah more fart jokes how charming

Oh the unzipping of the heads

Also the military dude not doing anything until they murder him

Tosh and nine!

The compassion and anger nine has is just *chef's kiss*

Mickey!

He's completely correct and justified

"He's not my boyfriend Mickey, he's much more important" jfc rose

Nine being a bitch to Mickey is... not a good look when Mickey literally had his life ruined (which also either wouldn't have been as bad or would've have happened at all if he were white) bc of his mistake

Can't even really be mad at Jackie for phoning it in like she was just tryna protect rose

Not sure why the doctor would cause a huge red alert and not just have the unit people be like "oh him"

And back to the slitheen

So it's bc it searches for keywords and they said doctor? What if someone had to make an appointment

Ah back when they were still the United nations intelligence taskforce, before they got told off by the UN for violating the Geneva convention

"They wouldn't recognize me" bullshit they know you regenerate

Oh hello helicopter

Well that's fast

Can't believe none of the soldiers saw where Mickey went 10/10 for perception

"Who's the prime minister now" "how should I know i missed a year" i mean this was before we had a new one every month

Oh an evil cop (sorry that's a bit redundant isn't it)

Love how Harriet Jones just sneaks in there

Harriet and rose bonding!

Lol rose just grabs her arms when she starts crying

Yay nine dominating the meeting

Well rip the prime minister I guess

I feel bad for the assistant guy i liked him but I'm pretty sure he dies

There's simply too much evil laughter in this

LITERALLY WHY ARE YOU ALL JUST STANDING THERE

Nooo assistant guy whose name is allegedly indra according to the subtitles

Ah okay there's the cliffhanger

Anyway I'm gonna do WWIII right after this one and post them together so see you soon

#nuwhorewatch #ninth doctor #aliens of London #doctor who

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— saccharine boy

pairing : reader x jeon jungkook

summary : the new transfer student is a bit strange…

genre : yandere jk, future smut, angst, dark, obsessive/possessive jk

warnings : this includes DARK themes with heavy topics. i dont support this unhealthy relationship dynamic irl. a huge TW for suicide, suicidal thoughts, tendencies, coaxing, themes. this is pure fiction so please know that if you’re struggling with suicidal thoughts, this may be really really horrible to read :(( yn and jk both say shitty things

part 1 of ??

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i loved you before i even knew you

in days fleeting moments, the sun dipped into the ocean, casting a surge of honey waves to engulf the city whole.

it’s vast, golden essence poured through the mid-open windows and into the empty school hallways.

moments before, the laughter of the baseball team dissipated, and those who confessed to the whim of spring filtered emotions had left with tear stained cheeks.

it's empty enough that you can hear your own slip ons click against the floor.

click, click, click.

you walk up the stairs, stopping right in front of the rooftop door.

the rusted knob is cool under your skin, and bracing yourself for the wind, you twist it open.

the wind whisks past you ferociously, as if urging you to turn back. you should've heeded the warning then (how foolish of you not to), but instead, you open your eyes to the tangerine streaks of the sky.

that’s when you see him.

— ❝ hey, do you regret it? ❞

his silhouette wavered beyond the metal railings of the rooftop.

you don’t know why—what had possibly gone through your mind when you spoke. it wasn't your business—you could honestly care less for people like him,

because people like him were the same as you.

despite that, you couldn't stop yourself from screaming, "you're such an attention freak, you know that?! do you really want to be seen that much?"

his head slightly lifted.

would he listen to you? would he care?

because if it were you past that railing right now, you wouldn't stop for anyone.

but doesn’t he see?

if he jumps, right now, right in front of you,

doesn’t he know how much that would break you?

please, the wind swallows your desperation. i’m already broken enough, so please don't make it any worse.

when i muster up the courage like you someday, i need to die without the thought of you jumping in my head.

— ❝ oh, i see… you're scared of me.❞

"there are so many other ways to kill yourself. drowning, the rope—you can jump off literally any other god damned building for all i care—but don't you dare make it this building! don't you dare jump off in front of me."

you saw it, as the wind danced past him, just how lifeless his eyes were

it was as if the sun himself feared him—preferring to quickly drown into the blue abyss rather than be in his mere presence.

"i know this place is terrible—but the janitor is so kind. he's a single father of three children and if you jump, he'd have to break his back scrubbing your blood for hours. he'd come home and put on a happy face despite worrying if his children will turn out like you. so please, for the janitor's sake, deal with haunting this school a different way. your death would affect more people than you’d know, so please.”

he doesn’t move, so hesitantly, as if it would change anything, you quietly add, "ah, he gave me food one time too.”

the boy’s back quivered, and your own trembling heart ached for him—but what you thought was sniffing turned into a loud, hearty laugh

you stood there, dumbfounded as you watched him.

"you're..." he tries to say through his giggles. when he catches his breath, he finally turns to you with the biggest smile.

"you're really stupid."

— ❝ but would it help if i said i've always loved you? ❞

frozen, you can only stand there gaping at him.

"i was just watching the sunset, but your reaction was so funny. you don't know how hard it was not to laugh."

what…?

you blink once, twice—then turning your heel, you begin to walk away.

"h-hey! wait!" he called from beyond the railings. "i'm sorry, okay? i was having too much fun—i didn't mean to scare you. please forgive me."

"scare me?" you scoffed. "kill yourself for all i care. it doesn't have anything to do with me."

— ❝ since that day... ❞

you just blurted it out of spite. you knew it was cruel, you didn’t mean it. you were just so angry. how dare he make a fool out of you? make a joke out of this? in your eyes, he was far more cruel.

“fine then.”

you turn back with a vile glare, but your heart stops as he takes a step back.

the boy hums in viscous amusement when he sees the horror in your eyes. in front of the blazing red of the sun, wearing his wide smile, he resembled a demon.

"forgive me, or i'll let go."

"d-don’t be stupid," you scowl, but you could barely feel yourself breathe.

then, just like that, one of his finger tips leave the metal bar—then another, and another.

you don’t know when you started running or how you even got there, but as soon as you hooked your fingers around his collar, you gave everything to pull him back.

"are you crazy?!" you scream, hot tears trickling down your eyes.

his annoying fit of laughter only angered you more.

— ❝ i loved you before i even knew you. ❞

"like i said, forgive me—and i won't try it again," he chimed in a playful tone.

you couldn't tell if he was joking or not.

it scared you, his carelessness.

he scared you.

“okay, okay! i forgive you!” you yell exasperatedly. “god, you—you think this is funny? what the fuck is wrong with you?! you could’ve—just because i—y-you could’ve…r-right in front of me…and i-i…”

"hey, hey..." he chuckles softly, interlocking his fingers with yours through the metal fence.

you refused to look at him, but you could still feel the tingling warmth of his skin. you were close, the bars only stopping at your torso. when you look back at it, you remembered the seeping reality of his beauty.

his voice, his touch, him...

everything he did made you feel so out of control, so vulnerable.

who was he? why did you have to meet him?

"i knew you'd catch me, its fine."

"that's not the point here you suicidal bitch! i mean—what were you thinking? are you out of your mind? i swear to god—if you jumped and i became a suspect of murder, i'd dig up your own grave and kill you again!”

the boy’s eyes widened, shock dancing with his own bemusement. they were the same lifeless brown, but golden specks glimmered in where he looked at you.

finally, he smiles, “you’re horrible.”

you give a viscious glare, but before you can retort something, he continues, his hand trailing up your arm.

"but at the same time, horrible people don’t try to save a horrible person from dying. no, you can’t be horrible,” a cold shiver runs through your body when his fingers brush against your collarbone. “you’re just a sweet girl, aren’t you? an angel who saved me…”

he pulls you closer by your neck, his lips barely touching the shell of your ears. your breath hitches, and your knees suddenly feel weak.

“i’d love to ruin you.”

nothing comes out of your mouth.

all you can hear is your heart thumping against your chest. all you can feel is the unbearable heat blooming on your cheeks, and all you can see is him.

finally, his words settle in.

“get the fuck off me you creep!”

— ❝ you're never leaving me, my love. i won't let you. ❞

a/n : i’m so so so sorry if this triggered some people. this may be poorly written as well as i’ve written this YEARS ago. as you might tell, i was suicidal then and i often incorporated that in writing—its a way to get it off my chest sort of. to have relatable characters is something thats always made me comfortable. honestly rereading it again nothing makes sense LOL but i thought i’d continue it just for fun. i hope whoever has come across this is having a lovely and healing day, stay safe starlights <3

#bangtan sonyeondan #jeon jungkook #bangtan boys #bts fanfic #bts #bts jungkook #jungkook #jungkook fanfic #jungkook fluff #bangtan #jungkook smut #bts jk #jungkook fic #jungkook x reader #jungkook angst #yandere jungkook #yandere bts #bts yandere

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fictionalmenmistress · 3 years

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🌸🍡Taehyung with a chubby darling🍡🌸

In which our best boy reacts to having a bashful girlfriend who happens to be volumptous and curvy... and chubby and soft... and he finds it to be SO SEXY she has no ideaaaa! *Y/N insert story!*

Some NSFW but mostly SFW, some angsty self image views, but soft and fluffy praises. Not requested, but I felt like doing it for a little self-gratification since he'd likely be exactly like this... enjoy lovelies~ 😚

All of my work is labelled under the hashtag #fictionalmenmistress, in the tags 🌸🍡🌸

"Hey baby~" Taehyung devilishly smirks, tucking his head into your shoulder.

"AHH!" You shriek, as your boyfriend squeezes you from behind. You pull out your earbuds and pause your music, spinning around to face him before you. "You SCARED me, Taehyung!"

Taehyung softly chuckled, taking you into his arms. "Awwww my baby... I'm sorry." He cooed, not taking your scolding seriously.

You pull your face away from his gentle hands, as he leaned closer to cup your cheeks... but pouts when he's denied.

"What if a sasaeng broke in and grabbed me or something? Its scary enough to be in such a big house all by myself, you know I'm always looking over my shoulder... because I'm scared of ghosts, and stuff going 'bump' in the night."

"But not us going 'bump' in the night, right?" He mischeviously smirks, taking your hand into his, examining your face with half-closed, lulled eyes.

"Taehyungieeee-" you whine, playfully scolding him to pay attention, as a blush surfaces over your whole face. "You know I scare easily."

"I do too, precious." He quietly assures, before groaning. "OKAYYYY, I won't suprise you off guard anymore... no matter how cute or amusing your reaction may be-" he murmured in submission, letting out a long sigh. "Can't I just... hold you now?"

You blush, as he guides your hand to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss against the back of your hand. "I missed you all day... you're usually with me at the studio, or waiting with those yummy muffins after dance practice."

You giggle. "You mean the ones I lie to PD-nim about? Saying they're faux muffins, that are really veggie-based, to enhance protein and carb burning?" You ask, lifting your eyebrows in an amused way.

"Yeah, those ones..." Taehyung sighs with a pout. "All the guys love them... even Mister Bang now."

"He does, doesn't he?" You grimace, remembering the tray you made their boss recently, per-request. "I feel bad about lying, now that he thinks they're okay to eat all the time..."

"NOOO we can't lose our muffins!!" Taehyung playfully whines, clinging onto your arm. "He'll make us diet if he knowssss!"

"It sounds like you miss my muffins more than me." You smirk.

Taehyung scoffs, shaking his head, before planting several, slow kisses, up your arm.

"No, there's nothing I wouldn't give to have you by my side. Every day... muffins or no muffins." He giggles, towering over you and gazing into your eyes. "I missed you today."

"I missed you too, Tiger. I had been needing to do some artwork for my webtoon panels." You smile, booping his nose. "I'm trying to build an audience for my own work!"

Taehyung gently groans, pulling you in close by your waist. "You know... I can reccomend it to army on weverse or twitter. You've always been the best story teller I know... so its not like I'd be making up any praises about how amazing it is..."

You run your fingers through his soft hair, as he nuzzles into your neck. You can feel his breath slowing, huffing against your skin to breathe you in. He sends a shiver down your spine, slowly squeezing his hands over your hips, almost like... he's kneeding dough.

"Tae... y-you know I want to make something for myself..." you blush, as his hands sensually explore their way up your back. "I want to have self-made sucsess, doing what I love. It means a lot to me, to say that I did it, without anyone's help."

"Mmmm... my pretty little buisness CEO... I love it when you're ambitious and driven."

You scoff, wriggling in his hold. "Oh please, Tae... I'm not little, c'mon." You blush, this time out of embarrasement.

He can feel your body grow stiffened in his arms.

"Why can't I just praise you?" He whispers, almost saddened that you won't accept the admiration.

He leans back and stares into your eyes, with a small childish pout of dissapointment on his lips. His eyes are big and glossy as they penetrate your soul... like that of a puppy.

Its so wonderfully strange how he can look so intimidating and sexy sometimes... then all of a sudden so soft and baby-ish.

And right when he had you where he wanted you, softening your attention to be on him and distracted... of COURSE he would try to snag a move on you again. There went his large, manly hands... gently gripping and easing into a subtle squeeze on your waist skin... before sliding so slowly and delicately down to your bubbly buttcheeks.

Ah those thick buns and 'thicc' thighs. You love them then you hate them... they jiggle when you move, they always have. And... they have those small dimples in them. You always felt hesitant to let your boyfriend touch the soft spots, worried he may be turned off by the texture of your squishy skin, or how your body isn't tight like his own body. And yet... his gaze and hands always wandered there most... he was so needy for those areas, always trying to weasel his way into exploring them.

You were pretty confident about your big breasts, however. Those didn't make you feel like 'too much' for him. Well... besides the faded stretchmarks from them growing so quickly during middle school. Puberty... it just kinda hit you like a truck. You went from looking like a scrawny child to looking like a shapely woman with a baby doll face.

Parents would get mad at you trick or treating, assuming you were a college student dressing up and requesting candy. And those pervy older men were always such a pesty, creepy problem. All this to say, you became very aware of your body, very fast. Your other classmates were still skinny and shapeless, with more boxy frames than curvy frames, and none of the boys in your class ever seemed to be attracted to you, over the girls like them.

As Taehyung has said once before though... a young boy wants to knaw on bones, while a grown man hungers for the meat.

"Did you just compare me to meat?" You asked him after the fact.

"No! No... that's not what I..." He giggled, shaking his head. "Its just an old saying, that I only really understood when I grew up. Basically, women with shape are the sexiest to men... but teenage boys are attracted to a more child-like, thinner look." he quietly said.

His words echoed through your head, before you attention re-gathered in the moment happening now.

"You're little to me..." he innocently cooed.

Yes, I suppose height-wise you were shorter than your tall boyfriend. But you always wondered if you looked too... big... standing next to him. He was so lean... with practically no fat on his firm, toned body. But you were soft all over. And seeing Taehyung at award shows... surrounded by all of those dainty, tiny girlgroup idols... they looked like they could fit in his hands. But you... you felt so big sometimes, with your foreign genetics.

Taehyung never seemed to care, and he never said anything but praises, but you still wondered in the back of your mind. Did he think you were too much for him?

Taehyung liked a challenge. The more you shyed away, the more he pressed into you, cradling you in his grasp. (He knew the difference between you being shy versus being non-consenting, and NEVER went against your limits or desires. He read people quite well, especially you...)

"Taehyung..." you gulped, feeling your lips trembling to get the words out. "D-do you think I'm... f-fat?" You stammer. The look on his face is almost appalled, angered. Who would make you have such a false impression?

"What?" He repeated. "Fat? Absolutely NOT." He corrected, tilting up his chin confidently.

"B-but... according to Korean standards..." you muttered, beginning to ramble now that pandora's box had been opened. "I'm-"

"Don't say it." He coldly ordered. "Korean beauty standards are unrealistic and drive even the skinniest and prettiest of Korean women to get surgeries that promise an 'ideal image'. But, everyone is perfect exactly as they are. I know you know that, and you know I know that too. So, screw what advertising comanies call the 'ideal image' in my country or yours. Ideal image, my ass."

"Taehyung!" You gasp, suprised that he swore. Your boyfriend wasn't one to swear... it was a rare quality about him.

The way he worded it made you chuckle at a realization.

"Well, your butt is indeed the ideal image..." you murmured, making Taehyung smirk to see you amused and feeling a little better.

"I'm glad you think so, Jagiya~" he cooed, guiding you to the couch without his arms leaving your waist. You trusted him wholly, to guide you backwards, or anywhere.

Taehyung suddenly slipped his arm under one of your knees, making you yelp as he pulled your thigh up against the side of his body. He confidently smiles all the while, his intimate gaze never leaving your eyes. You feel his hand squeeze the thigh, and you could tell he was doing it less for support to lift you onto the couch, and moreso to feel your volumptuous form in his grasp. Ohhh he loved your thighs... your soft, lovely thighs...

He slowly leaned into you, guiding you to recline back onto the expensive, large, comfy couch.

You giggled, as he leaned all of his body onto you, squishing you playfully under him.

"Taehyung!" You laughed. "You're squishing me!"

"I want all of my body to be against your perfect body." He sweetly grinned. "There's not an inch of me that doesn't belong to you."

"Well, you're suprisingly heavy..." you playfully pout, succumbing to the comortable pressure his body was pressing into you. It was arousing, actually...

"And you're suprisingly light." He gently remarked, flipping you both so you were on top of him. You knew he didn't mean that in a bad way.

"Or you're just strong..." you sighed.

"Maybe I'm strong... but your body is perfect to me. The way you FEEL..." he began, greedily squeezing his palms over the softest parts of your thighs. "The way you LOOK..." he hungrily growled, almost an octive deeper... sending a shiver through your core as he drank in the image before him. His eyes widened as they scanned over your bouncing large breasts in his view, as he watched you sit up, straddling him as he lied there. The smile on his face was pleasured, pleased. He was a happy man to have you on top of him, no matter how light or heavy you were... he WANTED you to press your lovely form into him. "The way you walk... so bouncy and sexy... I feel jealous about how the hyungs check you out when your back is turned." His voice turned devilishly lower... deeper... as if wrathful for revenge. "Its a crime that any man gets to see your godess-like form standing before them, besided me."

"Th-they do that?" You blush, not realizing the rest of the boys saw you in that way.

"Mhmm... all of them do. Its soooo not fairrr..." he grumbled under his breath, almost purring as he took in the sight of your squishy tummy against his chest, and your juicy thighs around him. "Kitten~" he desperately sighed. "I get so HARD, just IMAGINING how you look IN clothes that cover you completely... let alone the f-fantasies of you naked~" he humms, with a hitch in his breathy whispers.

"Hh-huhh..." he sighs, his breath hitching again, as his eyes lazily roll into the back of his head, before re-drifting back down onto you. Just the remembrance gets him THAT hot and bothered??

"For realsies?" You coyly, bashfully ask.

"Of course, kitten. Would I lie to you?" He asks, raising his eyebrows with a confident smirk.

"Maybe... if it would make me feel better..." you dissapointedly assume.

He sits up, supporting himself on one of his arms, making his chest press against your breasts through your shirt. You were face to face now... just staring into one another's eyes.

"NEVER." He assured. "I would never lie to you. There's no reason for me to lie to make you feel better, Jagi. You're literally a goddess."

You feel your cheeks flume red. "G-goddess?"

"Yes! Renaissance masters didn't sculpt ideal greek godess statues with soft curves for nothing..." he grumbled, blushing at the sight of your innocent face.

"Ohh Taehyungie..." you dreamily sighed, leaning fully against his chest as he slowly lowered you both down, to lie against one another horizontally.

"The way our bodies are so different... the way yours is so soft comared to how hard and stiff mine is... its perfect." He gently cooed. "I'm surpised that you're so comfy in my arms."

"Oh Tae, you're my safe place. I love how you feel... I love how you hold me." You intimately whispered.

He stared deeply into your eyes, as a gentle smile rested on his admiring, sculpted, handsome face.

"Didn't you find me during our Love Yourself era?" He asked, cocking a brow.

"Mhmm." You responded, rapidly nodding your head up and down in such a soft, innocent way.

Taehyung giggled, endeared at your cuteness. "Okay then. I want you to love yourself... because I love you. All of you."

He gently lifted your loose shirt up enough to grab onto your waist, running his hands slowly down the sides of you, to squeeze your soft tummy in his hands, his eyes practically glistening with desire.

"Ever inch of you... every hair, every patch of skin, every tint and shade, every texture. You belong to me, and you're the sexiest being in existance. And all of me belongs to you, only you, forever. Alright?" He romantically assured, gazing hopelessly into your eyes.

The soft smile that pulled into his lips, let you know the fullest sincerity of his tone. "Okay." You smile, leaning into his lips to kiss him.

Slowly, passionately you kissed, deepening the intimate act with every second. Soon enough, your hands were running all over one another, tilting your heads to reach your tongues into the deepest parts of your mouth. Body to body... you both were perfect, together and apart, exactly as you are... he loved you.

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