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imrllytootiredforthis · 11 months

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for the submissions thing, could u write something w/ needy!gyu who acts like a brat to get ur attention at dinner with u and txt? :) no worries if not!

Behave

pairing: beomgyu x reader

warnings: sub gyu, dom reader, nipple play, begging, slight overstimulation, exhibitionism, oral fixation, think that's it, there may be more tho

word count: 2.6k

a/n: this took so long, bc i am perpetually procrastinating and inspiration hits once in a blue moon so i'm sorry anon but it's here now!

It's been happening all night.

His hand sliding up your thigh, fingers dancing along the waistband of your pants, just enough to make sure you notice. You brush him away every time but he doesn't seem to be getting the hint.

Or, more likely option, he got the hint and decided to actively ignore it and continue on, the little brat.

"So what's been up with you guys lately?"

And all while he keeps trying to rile you up you also have a conversation to juggle.

"Oh nothing really," your words are too composed, too put together for Beomgyu. You're supposed to be struggling, trying to catching your breath as your face goes red-how he looks when you tease him. "The same old. What about you though, how is it trying to control these minx's?"

You gesture to the rest of the boys, taking the opportunity to slap Gyu's hand away, pushing off of you.

"Oh, you know," Soobin says, glancing meaningfully at the boy beside you.

The boy in question takes no notice, instead 'dropping' his fork and a little too happily proclaiming that he needs to pick it up, climbing under the table.

"Brat." you mutter under your breath, feeling his soft hair come into contact with your skin before it's his lips, peppering kisses over your leg, nose nuzzling into your heated flesh.

"I definitely know." You reply, taking a bite of food to cover the groan that almost escapes.

What motivation does he have? What's driving him to do this? All while you're out at dinner with all of the rest of his friends.With his bandmembers.

Desire. Want. Pure horniness that he's been harbouring all day long, imagining sinful things all while you try to hold up a conversation.

He needs you so bad.

Ever since this morning, ever since he watched you slide your rings onto your onto each finger while getting ready for the day.

He felt saliva pool in his mouth as he fixated on your hands, on the metal and pretty jewels that coated them. In the lithe way that your fingers moved.

He'd gave an experimental grind against the bed at the time, holding back a desperate moan.

But you'd heard him. You'd heard him and you'd known, with the way his eyes were fixed intently and what exactly they were on.

You'd known and you'd teased him, played with him like the little toy he is for you, stepping closer and dipping down to wrap your hand around his jaw, pushing it up to force him to look at you.

"Are you needy, Gyu?"

He'd nodded desperately, hips working against the sheets below him in a futile attempt to gain a sensation that would replicate you.

"From my fingers huh? From watching them?"

His eyes had flickered down to your ring-clad hand and he nodded, mouth falling open, drool coating his lips.

He'd wanted them in his mouth so bad. He still wanted them in his mouth for fucks sake but you'd just smirked down at him before leaving a peck on his nose and telling him to be good while you were gone.

Telling him to behave.

This was payback.

For making him horny and needy and desperate.

He ought to be ashamed of his behaviour now as you tug him back up into his seat. His cheeks are flushed pink and drool creeps down from the corner of his mouth which you quickly brush away.

The others continue to talk as if they don't notice anything. As if they aren't vaguely aware of the tension between the two of you. Acting as if it's so thick you could practically cut it with a knife at this point.

His hand slides up your thigh, getting a touch too high, agile fingers sweeping to rub over you. Your teeth sink into your lip.

"Behave." If only you knew the things that one small word does to him, setting something alight inside of him, burning hotter and hotter and hotter.

But he doesn't. He won't. He enjoys this too much to even consider it.

So his quick fingers will continue their exploration as they begin to slip under your shirt, palm flattening against your skin to grab onto your hip.

"You better stop right now if you know what's good for you." The hiss is low and only makes his body hotter.

You should really know this by now.

A small smile curls at his lips and a faux innocent look enters his eye as he hooks the thumb of his free hand towards the bathroom.

You sigh, trying to turn away from him and continue the conversation you had trailed off in.

He doesn't let you though, instead he slots his mouth right beside your ear, warm breath sliding across your neck, "I’m not wearing any underwear." fuck, you can hear the shit-eating grin you're sure is on his face, knowing that he's succeeded in his endeavor to rile you up. "Thought you might like to know."

Your breath comes out sharply and all you can imagine is everything you're not supposed to right now.

Shameless brat.

You should really know this by now.

You have learned. A long, long time ago that he was like this. That Beomgyu is something outside the realm of common decency and wouldn't care if any one of his friends were to catch him in the act right here and right now.

"Hello, are you guys okay?"

You turn to Kai, a blush coating your cheeks.

He's probably the only one who doesn't have some kind of idea of what's going on right now.

The only one that doesn't put the pieces together. Of your red face and Beomgyu's smirk and the fact that he's using his non-dominant hand to clumsily eat because his dominant hand is the one that's on the side that you're on.

The others watch, amused. Yeonjun whispers something to Taehyun and he whispers something back and you're ninety percent sure that they just made a bet on how you're gonna dig the both of you out of this hole this time.

You blank.

Shit.

"Yeah! We are, completely fine Kai. Beomgyu uh, just remembered," a low escapes your throat as his fingers rub against you, up and down and relentless. You cover it with a cough but just barely. "That-that he forgot to turn off the stove, so we have to get going to y'know turn that off, so the entire apartment doesn't burn down."

"O-kay then?"

It's not a very believable lie, not with the way you scramble to grab your things, the others nearly laughing as Taehyun tries to discreetly slide something under the table to Yeonjun.

And definitely not with the way you shove Beomgyu, hissing into his ear, goosebumps rising along his skin. "Don't you dare look back, just keep walking."

"Um, guys! You know the door is that way-"

"We parked out back!" you call back.

You pass the door to behind the restaurant and head straight for the back to the bathroom instead, pushing the door open and leading him inside.

He's whining, nearly dropping to his knees the second the door is shut. You don't let him though, fingers digging into his hair, pulling him up and he hardly minds.

The lock clicks and he whimpers at the sound.

And then your lips are on his.

A downright disgusting mix of spit and teeth and tongue, a sinful mess that makes his head spin, his hands flying to paw at your body, searching for something-anything to hold onto.

It's hungry and it's consuming, moaning and messy, sucking his tongue into your mouth to which he gladly accepts. His body going limp in your hold, leaning against you, into you.

It's almost as if you're trying to devour him alive, taking and taking and taking everything he can give.

Until he feels lightheaded and floaty from lack of oxygen and the weak grip he hold around your bicep goes completely lax. When you're both out of air and your own lungs burn is when you pull away, heaving air in huge gulps as he looks at you with dazed eyes.

He's in shambles and it's one of the hottest things you've ever seen. The attitude he had been harbouring before melts away into something pliable and easy and so cute.

Your fingers brush over his cheekbone and he eyes them. The rings, your rings glimmer in the lighting of the room, calling him in like a crow to a shine.

Your touch is light, almost a brush. Like he's made of glass or porcelain, fragile and dainty, a precious object to be treasured and cared for. Over the slope of his nose right to the and down to his lips, so soft and so gentle it's like you're afraid that you're going to break him.

"You're so pretty Gyu." This kind of gentleness surprises him, but he won't reject it. Not when it's you touching him, making his head feel fuzzy and warm.

But he wants more, needs more. "You can be rough with me. I can take it." The words are drunkenly slurred, intoxicated off of your touch and voice and taste.

Your eyes harden in an instant, as if you were waiting for this. Waiting for the little shit to brat out again.

He's flipped so quickly his head is left reeling, moaning as his body is roughly shoved against the counter.

"You're such a brat." open mouthed kisses trail down his neck, teeth scraping against his skin, leaving marks and claims he'll appreciate later and appreciates now. "A fucking brat, who doesn't know how to fucking behave." His nails claw at your scalp as his head falls back, mouth opening to let out raw hearty moans. "I'm gonna ruin you."

It's a promise. A threat. Everything in between. Everything he loves. Everything he's been longing for.

Hands fumble, rushed and wanting, trying to tug his shirt over his head as quickly as possible, unbuttoning his pants to see that he is, indeed, not wearing any underwear. Not regular boxers or decorative panties he wears to rile you up. Nothing.

And you can almost feel back with the fact that he's had to go all night with his poor dick just rubbing against his jeans but then you remember exactly who's fault that is.

Beomgyu waits. Waits for you to touch it, put it in your mouth, do anything but you don't. And he gets impatient.

His hips roll forward and you roll your eyes. "How about tonight," you leave his pants open and crystalline tears run over his cheeks. "I make you cum with only your nipples, huh?"

It's a rhetorical question. You don't care what his answer will be, you'll do whatever you want anyways. But you do know how much it messes with him to tell him exactly what you'll do to him.

"You have the most beautiful tits, don't you baby?" he pants at the words, at the way your eyes sweep over them obsessively. Only looking, letting the suspense build before even you can't bear it any longer.

"Be good for me." And then you're twisting them and pinching them, cupping his pecs in your hands.

His breath hitches when you lean forward and lick over one of the red hard buds pervertedly, tracing it with your tongue and basking in the way he tastes, in the way he sounds. Pausing to listen to his whiny gasp.

He keens as you wrap your lips around his nipple, giving it a careful suck, swirling your tongue around it. Spit starts to coat his chest, he doesn't care, he just wants more, needs more. "Ple-I-i need, i need."

You give one last lick and look up at him, pupils lust-blown, lips puffy. "Need what Gyu?"

He doesn't know. He can't think, he can't decipher which way is left and which way is right when you do this. He's so sensitive, his nipples are so sensitive. It's one of the things you love so much about him, how something as simple as this could cause such a reaction.

"Ne-" He tries to talk but his tongue only lolls out, trying to keep his eyes focused so he can see straight. "Need," He whimpers and squeezes his eyes shut as tightly as possible.

"Shh, relax, I got you."

He gasps and grabs a handful of your hair as your lips attach to his chest once more. You begin to suck again, this time you carefully let your teeth graze his skin, circling around.

Mindless babbles and incoherent words fall from his lips. His eyes squeezed shut, blocking out the sound of chatter outside and the bathroom counter cutting into his spine. Blocking out the world entirely to focus on you.

You and your mouth, sucking harshly before licking over it softly and switching over to the other in a tortuous pattern.

He pushes your head closer, arching his back, urging without words to be a little more rough with his chest, to stop being so nice.

You growl and it vibrates against him, making his head fall back, debauched cries and porno worthy moans escaping.

"M-more," He gasps, "More!"

It's an obligation, one you could hardly ignore.

And so you bite him-hard and he sobs out, tears dripping down his cheeks.

He's so sensitive, his nipples are so sensitive. It's one of the things you love so much about him, how a simple bite could cause such a reaction.

Because to him it’s ecstasy, all encompassing and overwhelming; it’s pure bliss, a drug pumping straight into his veins like the teeth that dig into his flesh, the blunt nails that sink into his back to keep him in place while he nearly screams, the sound only muffled by his shirt that you quickly press into his mouth.

His teeth dig into the fabric as ropes of cum cover his chest and pants. He doesn't care.

Pleasure and pain, mix together like euphoria stealing the breath from his lungs and making his legs tremble in the best way.

His jeans are probably ruined. He's vaguely aware that he's going to have to leave the restaurant like this. Cum-stained pants and a look on his face that tells that he's been fucked. His shirt drool-soaked and rumpled.

The bite inevitably stops, your head coming up to look at him. He feels so sad. He wants more. He wants everything. You look almost smug at the utter ruination written across him face, the way his eyebrows scrunch together, the way his hips rut forward.

Kisses are placed all over his neck and collarbone, sweet before getting rougher and rougher.

Your lips curl against him and he realizes his mistake.

Made a hundred times worse by the fact that he's been a menace all day long.

"I didn't hear you ask for permission pup."

A squeak escapes Beomgyu as your fingers pinch at his nipples once more. Mean and unrelenting at the oversensitivity they now have.

"Now I'm gonna make everyone out there hear you beg for it."

a/n: enjoy this bc it's the last thing i have queued until i get back, which hopefully won't be that much longer than when this comes out

but besides that, hope you enjoy! it's partly also influenced by this post here and the dialogue prompts!

taglist is open here: @hobihearteu, @shincode, @lemonhongjoong, @d7dream, @laylasbunbunny, @maru-matt, @xcookiemonsteer

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star-suh · 7 months

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Can you please write another Lucas x male reader smut please? College AU with a size kink and sweat kink and the male reader becomes a dominant sub for a while and is bratty and bitchy which Lucas likes it when his bitch boys get all feisty

not a birthday cake

wong yukhei x male reader

cw: college au, size kink, sweat kink, dom reader for a moment, kinda brat reader, hair pulling (lucas receiving), slapping, blowjob, rimjob, face sitting, nipple play, degrading.

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"he's so fucking hot" thought lucas, who was watching y/n doing some stretching in the sports class, he was staring directly at his ass "that's a whole damn bakery" he went to y/n's side, bend over (lucas is 6'0 and y/n is smaller) and whispered to him "that's a lot of cake and it's not my birthday yet" y/n laughed and replied "oh really? thanks haha. this cake it's not for birthdays tho" he looked at lucas disgusted and went to the other side of the field.

the days passed and lucas was trying to convince y/n to let him use his pretty ass but he always denied. "you really like playing hard" said lucas, "maybe" replied y/n who was ready to leave but then lucas yelled at him something that made him stop "jokes on you, i like that shit" y/n kept walking so lucas wouldn’t see him blushing. deep down y/n wanted to feel lucas inside him since that day when he saw lucas wearing shorts and his bulge was notorious, he wasn't wearing underwear, it looked so big and fat that it made y/n drool at that moment. but he likes playing hard to get so here we are.

some days later the class was taking a vacational trip for a week and y/n has to share the dorm with lucas. "i'm hungry, can you give me some of that?" lucas signaled y/n's ass, "you won't be able to handle it, just give up" mocked y/n. "are you challenging me?" lucas stood up from his bed, "'cause i'd take the challenge gladly" he said coming closer to y/n who decided to rail him up more "nah, i don't think so. bet you won't be able to make me see stars" y/n ghosted his lips on lucas'. "bet" said the taller who went to lock the door.

y/n was riding lucas' face "if you wanted my cake that bad make sure to eat it good" he says sitting hard on lucas' face to make sure his tongue goes deep into his hole, the taller was just laughing seeing the bottom's attempt to dom him. when his hole was sloppy and agape y/n went to down to suck lucas' cock the manly musk of it making him feel dizzy wanting to taste from balls to head tracing every vein with his tongue. y/n sucked lucas for some minutes, leaving the cock wet to use it as a lub. he guided the tip to his hole and sunk in it little by little but then lucas just thrusted to put it all in at once making y/n shiver for the sudden stretch, "what happened mr. dom i thought i was the one who couldn't handle it".

y/n slapped lucas who licked his lips "shut the fuck up and suck them" he pulled lucas by his hair and guide his mouth to his nipples, lucas just sucked them and bite them without losing the pace of his thrust.

some time passed and lucas was fucking y/n against the wall, making sure to reach y/n's sweet spot with his tip all while y/n was licking the sweat off of the taller's neck "you're so fucking big in both size and height" exclaimed y/n tracing the bulging veins on lucas' arms with his fingers "destroy my hole lucas please" begged the small guy. lucas just laughed "look at you, acting like a slut now when you were so feisty and hard to get before. what. happened. to. the. original. plot." he says the last phrase with a hard thrust between each word. he grabs y/n's jaw so they can make eye contact "be glad i like my bitch boys like that or else i would've punished you already" y/n just nodded sticking his tongue out so lucas can suck it.

lucas put y/n on the bed, face down and ass up and kept fucking him, making sure that y/n not only saw stars but the entire universe. he then puts one of his foot on y/n's head to fuck him more hard. he then just pull out his cock and watch y/n's whole clenching at nothing and spit inside of it to immediately put his dick back in and repeat everything from the beginning, skipping the spitting part this time. y/n started to jerk off feeling that familiar sensation in his stomach and came right at the spot when one of lucas' thrusts reached his sweet spot. when he was ready to cum, lucas lifts y/n up and makes him lean against his chest and whispers "ready to get that cake frosted with my cream whore?" with every thrust he does he slaps y/n's ass cheeks leaving them tinted in bright red and y/n just moaned like an impatient bitch waiting to get filled. finally he came and it was a lot, cum spilling out of y/n's hole and dripping down lucas' dick.

y/n fell down to the bed tired, "next time be careful when you challenge me. i never lose" said lucas licking y/n's ear and slapping his red ass "want me to put more baby batter inside you or want me to take out what you have inside already?" asked the older, seeing that y/n didn't answered he went to see him and see that he was sleeping already. man just laughed and thought "this vacational trip isn't bad after all" he grabbed wet wipes, cleaned y/n and left the bedroom to go find something to eat.

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tokio-motel · 8 months

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What's up bbg?Can you do a fanfic with 2000s kaulitz twins were bill and Tom are at a meet and greet and there celebrity crush scene forever shows up to the meet and greet to get one of there albums signed and both Tom and bill are are shocked and speechless that M/N is a fan.

KAULITZ TWINS X CELEB READER: MEET AND GREET

hii my beautiful amazing angelic gorgeous wife 😇 erm we are still married so i have the right to call you that ANYWAYS uh if it's bad no it's not

"Jesus fuck how much longer..."

Tom groaned, rubbing his temples with his fingers as he finished signing another girls album, hands starting to cramp. Bill only giggled, cracking his knuckles as he looked over at his brother. "I mean we are here for another.." Bill looked over at the black and white clock hanging onto the wall, "...Hour?" Bill laughed as he watched Toms jaw drop, his eyes that were once nearly closed to exhaustion grow wide like saucers. "ANOTHER hour?! Oh my god...." he complained, whining like a spoiled child as he hit his hand down on the table in frustration, pulling away with a soft 'ow'.

Bill watched as Georg's mouth curled up in a smirk as he watched Tom's mini-tantrum. He could hear he soft snickering of Gustav as he signed another boys album, giving a small "You're welcome!" as the boy walked off. Bill really didn't blame Tom, as his fingers were starting to hurt and he was sweating like a motherfucker. Seriously, sometimes he regretted wearing so much clothing. If only he could take a cold shower, put on a pair or sweatpants and tanktop, sitting in his AC filled house...

"Hi, Bill!" a girl squeaked, making him jump slightly and apologize as he took his pen with trembling hands and signed away. She smiled as she looked down, her teeth so white Bill had to blink due to the glare. "Thanks!" she said, skipping away to go to her brother-or sister. Bill smiled, giving a small wave, before sluming back into his seat.

Tom guffawed, looking down at his younger brother. "Sit back up. We have another 45 minutes to go." Bill winced as he felt a small but firm slap on his shoulder, reluctantly sitting back up and propping himself in his elbows. Tom cleared his throat as a pretty girl came up to him with another album, his handwriting slightly off and a bit sloppy. He looked back at the clock. 42 minutes left. Yes, this was going to be a longggg time.

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To say Bill's hands were hurting was a huge understandment. He could barely flex his fingers, that damn pen was starting to hurt everytime he held it. He found himself looking up at the clock after every person left, only finding it made time go by slower. Each second felt like a minute, each minute felt like an hour. Really, he just wanted to go back to the tour bus and sleep. It was times like these when he wondered what it would be like if he didn't sing 'It's Raining Men' or if he didn't become famous.

What would his job be? Maybe a fashion designer, or perhaps a teacher? Maybe a manager of some company?

He jumped slightly as Georg pushed him in the shoulder, a brown eyebrow quirked up. "Bill, what's wrong man? You look ill." Georg attempted to put the back of his hand to Bills forehead, but Bill swatted his hand away with a small laugh. "No, no I'm fine. Just uh..a bit tired is all." Georg hummed in agreement, cursing to himself under his breath as somebody walked up to him. He forced a small smile as the boy asked him a few questions, giving Georg a small album to sign aswell.

Tom smacked his lips together as he finished yet another. He looked up to the clock and couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh as he saw they were down to 15 minutes. Gustav looked in his direction, clapping his hands a few times as he smiled. At this point, Tom couldn't even make out his own signature he gave out. He wasn't even checking out the girls as they walked away from him. He was never like this, never so tired he could barley keep sitting. He turned towards Bill in his seat, pushing a piece of hair behind his hair. He saw how tired Bill looked, how even with all the black eyeshadow that could mess with Tom's vision his brother still had eyebags, turning the pale skin gray under his eyes.

Bill and Tom groaned quietly in union as they saw somebody else come up to them, they turned back around, about to give a soft smile or "Hi!" to the person, but their mouths dropped. A boy with (colored) hair and an album tucked under his arm greeted them before they could, the twins having to blink a few times as their hearts heated faster. No.. It couldn't be him..although with that clothing, that hair, those eyes, and oh FUCK it was M/N. M/N L/N.

"Hi Bill, Tom," he greeted, smiling softly as he placed the album infront of them, " I've been waiting to get an album signed! Lines pretty crazy." He chuckled, a warm and cheery sound that instantly got rid of any anxiety the twins may have had.

Bill took him out his pen quickly as Tom fixed his posture, his face red. M/N watched as Bill signed his name in the corner, how his fingers were trembling and how slow and careful he was being. Tom signed in the other corner, actually holding the pen in a tight fist as he tried to write the best signature he could at the moment. "I uhh..You're M/N right?" OH STUPID STUPID TOM! He wanted to kill himself right there and then, what a dumb question!

But the gorgeous boy infront of them didn't laugh, didn't walk away. No. He stood there with a bright smile, laughing a bit. "Really? What makes you think that?" he teased, cocking his head to the side. Bill cleared his throat, feeling his palms get sweaty. "It's nice to meet you! I'm...Tom and I are big fans." Bill blabbered, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck as he gave a nervous smile. Dear Lord, Tom felt his knees buckle as M/N's face brightened, his smile widening. "Oh? Really?"

The twins nodded, not being able to form words currently. M/N laughed quietly, "Ah, how nice. You both did well tonight! Seriously Tom, I wish I could play guitar!.." (if you do no you don't) "..and your voice never fails to amaze me, Bill.." Tom and Bill could only let out soft 'thank you's', faces flushed with red and pink as they suddenly started to feel the air around them go up by a measly.. 100 degrees.

M/N held out his hands for the boys to shake, their hands feeling clammy and jittery as they held onto their crushes hand, almost sad and disappointed to see him go. M/N grabbed the album left on the table, giving a sad smile. "Hmm.. I have to get going now. It was nice meeting you!" he grinned as he waved, turning around and going out the door. "Bye..!" Tom and Bil said together, smiling as they waved. Their legs felt like jello, regardless of sitting down, and their hearts were beating so fast they could've popped out of their chest.

YES! They were done. Such a good day..a good concert, and a great ending!

"Hi, Tom!"

A girl said, holding out another album for the boy to sign. Bill held back a laugh as Tom sighed to himself before giving a forced smile, grabbing the pen as he bent over to give his signature.

Well...almost done.

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kkongdakz · 1 year

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“ THIS LOSER. ” ft. kim taerae

taerae x gn! reader, genre : fluff, warning : none, wc : 818

« what are you doing here? » you say, raising an eyebrow as you observe taerae's face in front of you. it must have been around 8pm, and you didn't expect to hear knocks against your apartment door, and end up face to face with your study partner.

the boy smiled as he entered your apartment, getting rid of his shoes before acting as if he were at home. « we agreed that we would study together today, remember? »

obviously you don't remember, but not because you have a bad memory, but because it was a lie. it's saturday and you never plan to study on saturday night. but maybe you had planned this exceptionally.. that's when the doubt settled in you. biting your lower lip while thinking, you finally closed the door and approached the living room, silently observing the young man ready to memorize all sorts of science formulas.

« y/n? are you sure you are okay? » he asked suddenly, pulling his glasses up over his head, and you thought you felt your heart sink into your stomach. swallowing your saliva and nodding positively, looking away from her figure, you strolled to the kitchen, « um, y-yea ! do you want something to drink? i will make coffee. »

you couldn't deny that having taerae in your apartment right now, made you a little nervous. not only, had you not really tidied up your living room, but on top of that, you weren't wearing the most attractive pajamas on earth. sighing and slapping your cheeks to regain your composure, you made two coffees before returning to the living room with your classmate.

« here. » you say with a smile, his grateful face not escaping your loving eyes. he was really pretty, even more so with this casual style and his glasses on his head. turning your attention to his notebooks rather than to him, taerae hastened to explain something you didn't understand last time — a detail he remembered perfectly.

after a few minutes of practice, a slight pout appeared on your face, which did not escape the lynx eyes of the young boy. « what do you think? » — his low voice was quite deep, which you didn't expect. a shiver ran down your spine as you placed your pencil on the table, your gaze scrutinizing every feature of his concentrated face. « we didn't have an appointment today, so why did you come? » you say in a small voice, trying to understand why you had just asked him such a thing.

you regretted your words instantly when you heard him let a mocking laugh leave his lips, feeling your heart quicken in your chest, ashamed to be so disillusioned. but his next words left you completely speechless, « because i wanted to see you. »

cupid had just struck your heart, your heart bursting in your chest. he was crazy to make such a statement when you clearly weren't ready to hear his words. nodding slowly, you camouflaged yourself behind your hair, diving back into your books. maybe if you finally understood this physics-chemistry formula, you'll finally understand why your heart was beating so fast just by seeing taerae.

but suddenly you felt his hand near your face, then the next second, some strands of your hair were behind your ear. turning your head towards his, your eyes were lost in taerae's, as if by magic. you seemed entranced, unable to look away from the depths of his eyes — he was a powerful bewitcher.

« i wanted to see your pretty face. » he confessed, tenderly caressing your cheek, and you could swear his skin was as soft as cotton. « you think i'm pretty? » you asked, unsure of what you had heard. and what if all this was just a dream?

but when his face came a little closer to yours, his lips placing a kiss on your other cheek, you realized that it was not a dream at all — the sensation was real, as light as an angel's kiss. cupid was really there.

« do you know that you + me equals us? » a scoff left your lips to his poor attempt at flirting. placing a hand in front of your mouth to stop you from laughing more, taerae seemed satisfied with himself. « you're really a loser.. » you finally say, putting your nose back into your books, one of your hands now clasped in his. the concentration had left you long ago, but at least it kept you from spending the evening squinting at his lips, especially when his arms suddenly encircled your waist, drawing you against him.

« but you like this loser, right? » a smile graced your lips as your loving gaze fell once more on his face, nodding slowly, « of course, i like this loser. »

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dddomenstarstwst1 · 1 year

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Hm I usually dont have many ideas but.. Deuce spade x amab!reader dubcon? Oh!! and even better if, like, reader is dubcon-ing Deuce on reader's birthday! Uhm btw this is my first time requesting smth so im sorry if theres anything weird! 🥹✨ Have a good day and take as much time as you need! 🫶

Yes, Deuce my boy, love him! Thank you for requesting, baby!

Birthday present (ft.deuce)

Warnings: sub!deuce, dom!gn!reader, amab!reader, dub-con, alcohol intoxication, drunk sex, bratty deuce, degradation, rimming, anal sex, spanking, name calling (slut, bitch), pet names (baby, babe)

a/n: i do not encourage having sex while intoxicated, this is just a fictional scenario. All characters are aged up and depicted as 18+ y/o

"Congrats again on surviving another year, [Name]!" Ace wraps his arm around your shoulder, a glass of red wine in his hand. You shake your head at his clearly drunk state, he can't stand still, shifting from leg to leg.

"Say, [Name], I think your boyfriend's had enough funny water already," you turn your head to the sound of Epel's voice, quickly looking in the direction he's pointing. You can see Deuce standing against the wall, face flushed red and eyes glossy. "My dude, ya gotta take him to bed."

You bid your friends goodbye, making your way to Deuce. Once he finally registers your presence, his face lits up, hands wrap around you as he murmurs something in your shoulder.

"What was it, baby?" Deuce lifts his head up, suddenly looking serious. He presses his lips to your neck and whispers against the skin.

"Want you..." You stand absolutely speechless, never expecting Deuce Spade to so openly tell you that. Your boyfriend moves his hand to palm your dick through the fabric of your jeans. You're pretty sure you heard your two friends scream "get a room, you two", but decide to ignore them.

Your room is enveloped in complete silence, a contrast to the ruckus outside. Deuce leads you further in the room, tugging your hand as he falls down on the bed, your weight on top of his. You've seen your boyfriend being bold and initiate sex, but the way his eyes are filled with lust raises goosebumps on your skin.

"I want you so bad. Touch me everywhere, rail me." Deuce's fingers find their way in your hair, closing the distance between your faces. His kisses, usually gentle and slow, are now messy and hurried, free hand tries to unbutton your pants as quickly as possible.

"Wait, hold on! Deuce, you're drunk. Let's do this some other time, when you're in the right mind."

"I said I want you to fuck me so hard I'd be unable to walk for the whole week! I want to scream your name and let everyone hear who makes me feel good. I think I'm in the right mind right now, do you?" You gulp and nod slowly. Too stunned by Deuce's sudden brattiness, you reach to pull your shirt over your head, tossing it aside.

Cyan eyes watch as you pull your pants and underwear down, shortly after following the same routine. All your attempts to control yourself crumble, when Deuce lets his hands roam all over your body, purposefully missing your aroused dick.

"Shit, fuck it!" With swift motions you turn Deuce on his stomach and bring his ass up. Your hot breath hits his exposed skin, shivers run down his spine, "Lord help you, if you forget what happens today after you wake up."

"You can always remind me tomorrow." You can practically hear a smirk in his voice, which only riles you up more. With a slap to his ass you let your tongue circle around his rim, the tip sliding inside. "Ah! It's fine, fuck me. I prepped myself..."

"You keep on surprising me tonight, babe. Is it the alcohol that brings out the brat in you?" You're not given a reply, but the way Deuce pants slightly louder is more than enough for you. Amused, you align your erection to his hole, not putting it in. "Gotta tell me what you want, Deuce."

"..." Slightly annoyed at being ignored, you lend a harsh slap to his ass. "Fu-uck! Fuck me! Please."

"Just what I wanted to hear, slut." Your dick easily slips inside Deuce, his face, though almost fully hidden in the pillows, is adorned by pink flush. You settle for a quick but steady pace, angle chosen perfectly as your tip brushed against his prostate with each thrust.

"Where'd your bratty attitude go, slut? Can't handle what I give you? Such a shame, you were trying so hard to rile me up. Yet, when I fuck you, - just like you wanted, mind you, - your dumb self goes whining like a bitch on me." As if to prove your words, Deuce lets out a high-pitched whine that grows into a loud moan.

Your boyfriend's legs tense, hole clenching around you, which means his senses are higher than usual. Alcohol did it's job, you think. Soon enough Spade starts bubbling and screaming into the pillow he had in his arms, hips struggling to meet yours in a desperate attempt to chase his orgasm.

With your name on his swollen lips, Deuce cums in white spurts that lend underneath him. He lays still, breathing a little rapid as his muscles relax slowly.

"Hey, did you pass out? Tch, and who asked me to fuck him so rough he'd be limping for a week? I didn't even get to cum, babe," you laugh under your breath, covering your sleeping boyfriend with a blanket, before scattering his clothes from the floor and placing them on the chair, "You owe me one, Deuce. Better pay back tomorrow morning."

You lay next to him, wrapping an arm around his waist and planting a quick kiss to his forehead.

"Goodnight, love."

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #sub!character #dom!reader #dom!gn!reader #sub!twisted wonderland #sub!twst #deuce spade x reader #deuce spade smut #deuce spade #sub!deuce spade #dub con #cw intoxication #cw dubcon #cw dubious consent

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famwhy · 2 years

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Yandere Neighbour (Jung Hi)

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A small breath of air leaves your lungs, eyes half-lidded and makeup a mess. A light growl emitted from your stomach, your hands immediately moving downwards to lightly pat it. Another sigh escapes you, the exhaustion within you preventing you from allowing any feeling other than disappointment fill you.

"'Nother disaster date, Noona?" A familiar voice makes its way to your ears, eliciting a reaction from you.

"Was I that obvious?" A small, tired smile crossed your face as you turned to the voice of the familiar person who lived in the apartment next to yours.

"You know, Noona, even when your makeup is a mess, you still look so pretty." There, stood with the usual mischievous smile on his face, was the pinkette you grew to adore, Jung Hi.

Your smile twitched up the slightest bit more as you reached over to ruffle the locks of the male before you. "Thanks Hi."

"My haiirrrrr." He whined, reaching his hands up to fix his locks which were usually in a disarray anyway.

"Get to sleep, Hi, it's too late for you to be up." Your words came out half-slurred, your movements sluggish as you reached for your keys.

"I had to make sure you were okay before going to sleep." The sweet boy sent you a smile, much unlike the man-whore you were with just moments before.

"You're too sweet." Finally opening the door to your apartment, you sent a wave towards the pinkette. "G'night Hi."

"G'night, Noona."

And with that, you shut the door on his face.

♡

"Noona! You're still as pretty as ever!"

"Not now, Hi, I'm so tired." The frown sent your way almost made you give in right then and there. Almost. "Tomorrow, okay?"

"Alright..."

♡

"Noona, you're so beautiful!"

"Awww, you're the sweetest, Hi."

"Anything for you! Um.. Noona... do you think we could-?"

Slam.

"..."

♡

"Noona, you're so gorgeous!"

"How nice of you to say, Hi. You're such a gentleman."

"Only for you. Noona, do you think-?"

Bzzzzt.

"Oh, hang on, I need to answer this."

Slam.

"..."

"Wait, Y/N! I swear it was just a fling, I'm only into you!"

Ah yes, yet another failed attempt at finding love. You shouldn't be surprised, it's happened so many times that you've started to resent men. The only faces that belonged to men that you don't mind seeing is your brother's and Hi's. The two were sweethearts and kept your view of men from turning to shit.

"Look, I'm no longer interested in you so please leave me alone." Had this been your first time with a scummy man, you would have slapped him and ran away but at this point, you were used to it and had grown numb to the feeling.

Besides, you didn't even know this guy's name, it was literally your first date. What? Did he think you were an idiot? Going on about how 'you're the only one he's into'? Yeah right, good luck next time buddy.

Walking to your apartment once more, you contemplated taking a break from dating for awhile. It would be good to focus on yourself, right? Self-care was always important.

Creak.

Your head snapped in the direction of the apartment next to yours, eyes landing on a male (who looked to be quite tall) exiting Hi's apartment. His hair cascaded down to his waist, tied up in a ponytail that swished with every step he took. His golden orbs caused your breath to hitch in your throat, enrapturing you with how gorgeous they looked.

What a handsome man...

Too bad he was probably a scumbag.

You turned your attention back to your neighbour, flinching back upon seeing the expression on his face.

His expression was... dark. His eyes no longer holding a glint in them and his lips thinned out into a straight line instead of the usual mischievous smirk. His stare seemed dead and his demeanour off-putting.

It was terrifying.

But as quick as it was there, it was gone.

"Noona! You're back!"

It made you wonder if you were imagining things.

"Who was that, Hi?" You tilted your head to the side, nodding in the direction of the male who wore a suit.

"That was my friend." He answered your question, "But don't worry about him, you look so so beautiful, Noona."

"Thanks... Hi..." Something about his compliment felt a little off compared to every other compliment he gave you. You didn't like it.

"No, really, you're so amazing, Noona. Your looks are only a small reason for why I love you." Well, Hi sure seemed to be full of surprises since you came back from your 'date'.

"You're so cute, Hi." Deciding to shrug his behaviour off, you reached over to ruffle his hair once more...

Smack.

You stared at him with wide eyes, cradling your stinging hand up to your chest.

Hi seemed just as shocked as you, his expression contorting into a somewhat apologetic one. "Noona! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to hit you like that! I-!"

"It's okay, Hi, maybe I should head inside. You don't seem like yourself today."

Slam.

"..."

"It's not fair though..."

"Noona!"

"Oh, hello Hi! Do you need something?" Hi looked baffled by your response - was he expecting you to react differently?

"I just wanted to apologise about yesterday. I didn't mean to smack your hand away." The way his head lowered to the ground and his expression sunk made it so hard for you to be mad at him. How could you be mad at such an adorable young man?

"It's okay, Hi, we all have our off days." You sent him a forgiving smile. "Besides, how could I ever stay mad at someone as cute as you?"

"... t.. ..e ma.. ... .e."

"Sorry? Could you repeat that?"

"I want you to be mad at me!" The sudden rise in volume caused you to flinch away from the grey-eyed male. "Why won't you get mad at me?! Why won't you hate me like you do every other man?! Why do you look at me with that glint that I know is love but not in the way I want it to be in?! The way I need it to be in!"

"What do you mean 'why'? Do you want me to be mad at you? I could never hate you like I do other men. You're like-."

"DON'T YOU DARE FINISH THAT SENTENCE! How do you not see?! I'm in love with you damnit! I always have been! But you've never noticed! Or is it that you have noticed but still continue to treat me that way?! How could you do that to me, Y/N?! Why do you always shut the door on me before I even have a chance of asking you out?! Why do you play with my feelings like this?!"

He stopped to take a breath.

"EVERY DAY I am tortured and forced to watch you go on a date with a new man, hoping to find your true love, how are you so blind that you can't see he was right in front of you this whole time?! I'm right here! Stop looking for someone else! Please..."

You watched with frightened orbs as he collapsed to the ground, sobs leaving his mouth as tears streamed endlessly down his face.

You didn't know you had hurt him this much. You thought it was a mere crush that would pass by, but for it to develop to this - maybe it was best if you quickly made your way out of Hi's life. It would hurt, sure, but if you just being there was affecting his mental stability this much, then you'd prefer leaving his life completely.

"Oh, Hi... I'm so sorry." In a last attempt at consoling both him and yourself, you crouched down and reached towards him - intending to help him up.

"I can help myself." His cold tone as he pushed you away was enough for you to snap out of it.

"Oh... well... bye... Hi..." Getting up with a sigh, you made your way over to your apartment door, ready to shut it and distance yourself from the male you had grown attached to forever.

"Wait." A foot wedged its way between the door and the frame, preventing the wooden barrier from shutting. "It's not fair..."

You remain silent.

"It's not fair! I didn't choose to be associated with your goddamn brother for fuck's sake! I wanted you to see a lover in me! Not a stupid family member! I never had a chance and it's not fucking fair!"

"I'm sorry, Hi, I can't control how I see you. It's unfortunate but I see you as a little brother, I really do, and I'm sorry if you're not okay with that but that's the only way I'll ever see you. If you don't want that... then I'm afraid we can never speak to one another again." When he didn't respond, you only sighed. "Goodbye Hi."

Click.

♡

"Noo-."

Slam.

"..."

♡

"Ah, plea-."

Slam.

"..."

♡

"Hear me ou-!"

Slam.

"-t..."

It had been about 2 weeks since you had started ignoring your friend neighbour, Hi. It pained you to slam the door on his face but what had to be done, had to be done. You were clearly impacting his mental health negatively so you had to shut him out of your life as soon as possible, even if it hurt you to do so.

These last few weeks, you hadn't been going on any dates at all, too overwhelmed with guilt to even consider looking at another man in a romantic way. Was it really that painful for Hi to see you with another?

A low exhale left your nose as you fiddled with your keys, the heavy weight on your shoulders growing worse with each lingering moment spent outside your door.

If only you could-.

"Gah!"

A yelp escaped your lips as your body was suddenly pulled in a completely different direction, shocking you enough to jump.

The familiar apartment of a certain pinkhead revealed itself to you, instantly letting you know of what (or rather who) was the cause of your sudden change in route. With a stern gaze, you addressed the male. "Hi, don't do that. I thought I already made it clear to you that I do not wanna talk to you."

"I know but we never properly talked it out." His sunken expression slowly melted your stern one, faltering your stance and making you want to go in for a hug.

No, Y/N, stop it. This is for his own good.

"We-."

"Please, Y/N." You froze.

He used your real name.

He only used that when he was being really serious.

...

It wouldn't hurt to just hear him out, right..?

With a sigh, you motioned for him to continue.

"Thank you!" He lit up like a Christmas tree, eyes holding a hint of the sparkle that used to be so common on him before. "Please, sit." You did as told, sitting down on the comfortable single couch near his TV. "Would you like something to drink?"

"Uh, sure." As he went to go fetch you a beverage, your eyes wandered around the room.

It looked a lot more messy than when you last visited. Pieces of clothing splattered everywhere as beer cans scattered the floor, each one empty and forgotten. The large amount of tissues that were laying around made you wince and scoot your legs away, disgusted by the mere sight.

What was strange, though, was the fact that there was not a single hint of a horrid stench within the room. Instead, there was a lavender smell - one you expressly remember telling Hi that you enjoyed and very much loved. Had he sprayed the room before you arrived? Now why on Earth would he go out of his way to do that when he didn't even bother cleaning it up?

"Here you go." You were snapped out of it as your neighbour placed a cup in front of you, the contents of which were a pinkish tint. "Sorry about yanking you in earlier, it was an impulse decision."

Impulse decision? Hm.

"It's alright, Hi, I understand." Your eyes landed on his form and you were allowed a brief moment to study him.

The darkened crescents resting under his eyes were unusual, Hi was never one to miss a beat when it came to his looks after all.

Come to think of it, everything about his looks were unusual. His hair was in a bigger mess than normal, his clothes an absolute disarray - not to mention, his beloved accessories were no where to be found on his person. He was a complete and utter disaster.

"So, it's been awhile, hasn't it?" As he sat on the couch next to the one you were seated at, he gazed at you with tender eyes.

"It sure has." Averting your orbs, you made no move to continue the conversation.

"You still look as pretty as ever." You showed no signs of saying anything. "I missed you, Noona. So so much."

When your lips stayed sealed, Hi frowned.

"Y/N, I don't like the way you decided to deal with this." His tone was strong, voice unwavering. He was much more mature-sounding than the Hi you knew. "I don't like that you didn't consider talking it out and instead, chose to avoid me completely."

You felt like a child being scolded by a parent. Oh the irony.

"Please, Y/N, let's talk it out."

"Okay." You lifted the cup to your lips, sipping on the substance within it. "Let's talk it out."

"Thank you." The bright smile that crossed his lips was more like the Hi you knew. "Noona, I love you. I have for a while now. My feelings for you are strong and will not go away within the blink of an eye. I would like a chance, a chance to be able to charm you into becoming mine. That's all I ask of you."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Hi." Your eyes closed as a small puff of air left your lips.

"Why not?" Although you could not see his face, you could hear the frown in his voice.

"You know why." You brought the cup up to your lips and took another sip.

"You know why I'm upset then. It isn't fair that you immediately associated me with your younger brother. You didn't even give me a chance to woo you, you won't even give me one now." His voice grew increasingly more frustrated as he spoke, not as much as a few weeks ago but still more than what was usual for him.

"I know... but I'm afraid there's nothing I can do about it. I've always thought of you that way, I can't just.. suddenly get rid of my feelings like that y'know?" The awkward grin you sent him was returned with a deadpan.

"Really?"

"I'm sorry, okay?! I can't really do anything, I'm so sorry Hi, I really am. I just... I can't look at you the same way you do me. You're just too young."

Damn him. He was making you feel guilty even though you didn't really do anything wrong. Now this was unfair.

"I'M TWENTY-!" He caught himself before he could further convince you of his mental state not really being that up to par. "We're only 4 years apart."

"4 years is a lot, I wouldn't even have known you existed if we attended the same school."

"There are so many couples that are 10 years apart! What's wrong with 4?"

"I'm not comfortable with it, is all." The guilt coursing through you was immense in size.

"So what? You don't wanna date me because I was born a few years after you? Something which I can't even control?"

You said nothing.

"You're always looking for love and going on dates with other men, I hate it. They always go wrong in some way or the other and yet you still go on them! How can you not see that the true love you've been searching for has been right in front of you this whole time?! No man could hold a candle to me when it comes to pleasing you! Why do you still go on these awful dates every day?!"

Once again, you didn't respond.

"I just-! I love you so much, Noona, it hurts."

"I'm sorry, Hi, I really am but... I can only see you as a brother."

...

"I know." His sudden acceptance was quite surprising considering his earlier frustration.

"Wait, you-." A sudden wave of exhaustion crashed into you, loosening your finger that were wrapped around the cup given to you.

That's... weird.

"That's why I can't let you leave." The shift in his tone of voice successfully made him sound and look a lot darker than he was before.

"Yuh-you..." Ah, he drugged you..? So that was the pink tint within the tea... Huh, you never expected this from him...

"Oh Noona." You hadn't realised, as you were in a state of daze, that he had walked up to you and was now crouched down before you - his hand resting on your cheek as he softly caressed it. "Even in the state you are in right now, you still look so pretty."

Those were the last words you heard before everything faded away.

When you gained consciousness once more, a cold shiver shot itself down your wrists and to the rest of your body. Unable to ignore it and continue to sleep, your eyes fluttered open.

Immediately, you were met with an unfamiliar setting - or well, unfamiliar setting to wake up to.

This was Jung Hi's room. You knew from how often you had been invited over before.

You moved to sit upright - or, well, you tried to. However, your attempts were proved to be unsuccessful when you kept being tugged back down.

After tumbling over for the umpteenth time and landing awkwardly, you groaned. "Handcuffs? Really?!"

Right. Right. You were just kidnapped by your neighbour, someone who you thought of as a little brother - which is the exact reason why he kidnapped you in the first place...

Hm, you seemed to have gotten yourself in quite the pickle.

Creak.

"Ah, Noona! You're up!" Speak of the devil and he shall appear. "How do you like the room? I didn't have time to prep much but I did add that scent that you always adored!"

"Hi." You regarded him as one would a child. "Please let me go."

"You're doing it again." The way his expression changed so quickly was terrifying to you. "You're treating me as though I'm a child."

"I'm so-."

"NO! I DON'T WANT TO HEAR YOUR APOLOGIES! I WANT YOU TO LOVE ME!"

The shatter of a vase caused you to flinch, huddling away from the male at the door out of instinct.

"Why are you-?!" His eyes widened, it seemed like he had realised something. "Oh no, Noona, I would never hurt you. I only have love for you, you'll never feel my wrath, I swear to you."

Those eyes, those eyes that were once filled with such innocence and love, were now filled with corruption and infatuation.

And to think, it was all because you refused to see him in any romantic light at all.

Oh well, you'll have the rest of your life to develop feelings for him. It doesn't matter, he'll wait.

As long as it takes.

Oh Noona, you're so pretty.

BONUS!

"You have a crush on your neighbour?" The male with long locks rose a brow as he questioned his friend.

"Yup! Noona is so beautiful and so very kind! I tell her every day and she laughs it off before messing up my hair." Hi sent a happy grin towards the blonde.

"Aren't you worried that she's brother-zoned you?" Upon hearing the words come out of his companion's mouth, Hi's grin slowly faltered.

"Brother.... zoned?"

Brother-zoned?

Is that why you kept going on dates with other men despite his endless amount of compliments and affection he threw at you? You thought of him as a brother...?

"Yeah, does she have a little sibling?" The man bearing a suit continued his questioning.

"Yup! A little brother." Hi's head bounced up and down.

"How old is he?"

"Twenty! Just like...! Me..." Slowly but surely, Hi's happy expression sank, thoughts rushing through his head at 1000 miles per minute.

"Don't you ever think that she misses him and is projecting her feelings onto you? I mean, you're his age and the same gender as him. From the looks of things, you probably share a similar personality to him as well." The tallest guy in the room voiced his concerns but his friend paid him no mind, too busy succumbing to his own thoughts and worries to be able to respond.

Leo was probably right, you saw Hi as a little brother. That must be why you treat him the way that you did. Every time you see a guy, you always scowl or scoff due to your horrible experiences with men but when it comes to Jung Hi, the only thing you can manage to form is a smile along with ruffling his locks. This whole time he thought you did that because you favoured him over the others. Sure, you probably did favour him over the others but that was only because you didn't even see him as a man! Just a boy that needed to be taken care of! It all made so much more sense now! Why couldn't he see all of this before?!

This whole time he was trying to woo you, you didn't even see him as a suitor! You were looking through rose-coloured lenses! That's just-!

"Not fair."

"Huh?"

"IT'S NOT FAIR, HYUNG! I'VE TRIED MY HARDEST TO WIN HER OVER ONLY TO FIND OUT THAT SHE NEVER EVEN SAW ME THAT WAY?! ALL BECAUSE SHE HAS A DAMN BROTHER THAT IS MY AGE AND ACTS LIKE ME?!" Hi's voice raised so suddenly, Leo flinched back and fell back onto the sofa he had apparently risen from during Hi's inner monologue.

"Hey, hey, it's okay Hi." Leo got back up and approached his friend with long strides, slowly placing his hand onto the pinkette's back and patting it lightly. "I'm sure that if you explain to her about how you feel, she'll give you a chance."

Hi's breath grew steadier as his vision slowly started clearing up, his rage dissipating. "You're right, I'm sure Noona will understand. Thanks Leo."

The model mere smiled his friend's way before heading to the door. "Thanks for having me over, Hi."

"Of course! Such a shame Sol couldn't make it." Hi's bottom lip jutted out by the slightest amount, his expression appearing playful but his eyes being anything but.

As Leo made his way out of the door, Hi spotted your figure outside of your own door, your eyes stuck on the figure of his model friend.

Hi's expression turned dull as his stare became somewhat unsettling.

Were you looking at Leo as though he was the only man there? Why did you not notice Hi? He's a man too damnit!

He'll show you...

He'll show you just how much of a man he is.

#yandere #jung hi #yandere male #x reader #female reader #yandere x reader #tw kidnapping #love unholyc #yandere neighbour

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ss-shitstorm · 1 year

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Okay okay I’m currently rereading fortuna primaginia for like the seventh or eighth time rn and I am genuinely very curious (and you by no means have to answer this if you don’t want to) but how would the story have differed if Ratchet had shot his shot first and reader had ended up with him before Optimus? My mind is just rolling at the parallels of what could be similar but what would be so very different. Would Optimus have even attempted engaging the reader after that? I love them so much!!!

(Anon sorry I'm sure you just wanted a simple little aside but you're getting a full blown greentext headcanon sloppy style fanfic)

Slaps ask This bad boy can fit SO MUCH angst in it good fucking god. This has been literally eating at my brain every waking second since I received it. There’s just so, so many ways this could go down. And since there IS so many ways this could go down, please by no means treat this shit my brain coughed out as the only way. It’s just a way. But it got my in a vice grip and won’t let go.

Also if anyone’s got their own ideas about how this could’ve gone down please, please share

-Around the time you guys had your first little late night/early movie pow wow, Ratchet, in a wired/half asleep delirium, makes a pass. -It’s a throwaway pass, probably relevant to something in the movie. He doesn’t expect you to even respond. -He definitely doesn’t expect you to reciprocate. -He knows he should stop right exactly here and never bring it up again

-But he doesn’t. -He’s old. He’s tired. He’s (at least a little) drunk. He’s been fighting for so long and passed up so many chances at happiness. Fuck it. He’s gonna see where this goes. -He starts making excuses to see you more often, and you do the same with him.

-OP notices this and immediately backs off, full stop. -You figure he wasn’t actually that into you to begin with, and (albeit reluctantly) shrug it off, and are thus freed to peruse Ratchet with no remorse. -In reality, it’s a knee-jerk reaction out of respect to Ratchet, since he’d done the same for him when they were dating, and he’d first started talking to Elita. Ratchet already sacrificed his happiness for him once before. he’s not going to let him do it again. -But that doesn’t stop his feelings from doing…whatever it is they’re doing. -You still saved Bumblebee. You still adopted Bumblebee, so this mech can’t not see you. -Every time he takes you to the park, or the movies, or on a nature walk somewhere, and sees you playing with his sparkling he wants to shove his head into an industrial trash compressor -He’s happy for you. He’s happy for Ratchet. He’s forever indebted to you for saving Bumblebee and Primus-fragging-blessed why isn’t that enough? -That and he’s still actively mourning the loss of Elita, whom you share an almost identical EM signature with, so every time he’s within sensing range of you he’s blasted with grief and guilt. -But he still spends time with you. It hurts just to look at you, but if the alternative is not seeing you at all then he’ll gladly endure the pain.

-When the heat cycle hits, you’re actually with Optimus. He, you and Bumblebee were in one of the training rooms getting some (gentle, for Bee’s sake) exercise. -When that electrical, wet, cracked egg sensation first drips down your spine, Optimus stops what he’s doing, stares at you, and starts trembling. -You’re understandably worried and ask him what’s wrong. -He manages to articulate something about you emitting an abnormal EM frequency, and to please to go see Ratchet about it immediately. -You have more questions, but he excuses himself from the conversation to walk a safe distance away from you Bee, and proceeds to tear a fucking wall out -You go to the infirmary to see Ratchet, who explains heat cycles and why he thinks your mutant little human body is mimicking one while crushing the edge of a medical berth with his servos. -You, already pretty riled up from watching two (2) of your handsome robot buddies crush and smash things on your behalf, tell him to go ahead and break the Hynek’s scale with you -Ratchet,having zero reason to restrain himself otherwise, mass converts, bends you over a human-sized medical gurney, and fucks you until you black out.

-You don’t go into a coma. Ratchet’s exceptionally skilled in maneuvering his field, so freeing it from your grabby, inexperienced one isn’t a problem for him. -Nor do you wind up with a busted pelvis, bruises or bleeding after sex(at least, not by much. His dick’s still the size of two tallboy monster cans duct-taped together.) -But after the third or so time you guys bone, you do start coughing a lot. And passing out a lot. And puking a lot. -Ratchet’s starting to worry he missed something in his evaluation of your body’s adaption to energeon and cybertronian bio fluids. So he runs some scans. -Lolnope. Turns out you adapted too well. You’re fucking pregnant. -He stares at the results for a whole-ass hour before he can even summon the courage to explain this to you. -By “explain” he means “I had no idea this was possible and I still don’t know how it’s possible or what the fuck it’s going to do to your tiny little squishy body if you decide to keep it.” -You, knowing full well how devastatingly close their whole species is to extinction, thinking about Bumblebee growing up without ever seeing another sparkling, decide “fuck it. We doing spacemom 2 : electric boogaloo”

-Ratchet’s whole ass world changes right exactly then. -In a bad way. -He’s going to be supportive. He’s going to take care of you. He’s going to monitor you night and day and give you everything you could possibly ever need, because not only is this entirely his fault and he cares about you, but- -He doesn’t want to be around sparklings. -Bumblebee is different. Bumblebee doesn’t exist because of him -But because of what happened with Soundwave, and the cassettes, he does not want to have a sparkling. He’s not allowed to. Not after what he did. -He starts drinking more. And loosing himself in his work. And finding reasons to not be around you. -Or anyone. -He’s in his lab constantly. He says it’s because he’s learning as much as he possibly can about human bodies and human reproduction and running what tests he can to find out how to give you the nutrients the sparkling needs without poisoning you, how to compensate for the effects of your weaker field on it’s organ and internal systems development. -He’s not lying. But he’s also using it as an excuse to stay the hell away from you. -Your relationship starts deteriorating, along with your health. -Seeing you getting sicker and weaker because of something he did to you is dredging all his baggage with the Iaconian hospital experiments up from the dark corners of his mind and you are in no condition for him to confess about that now. -So he hides. You’re left out in the cold.

-Optimus see’s you emotionally freezing to death, and offers warmth. -The time you’d normally reserved for spending with Ratchet is now spent with him. -You don’t want to dump your problems on him. You don’t. -But Optimus feels the sting of Ratchet’s cold shoulder just as badly as you do. So he winds up being less an emotional dumping ground and more of a commiserating partner. -You’re both so worried about him. -Op’s so worried about you, being balls deep in your carrying cycle, puking blood almost daily and in a terrible place with your baby daddy. -He tells himself it doesn’t go deeper than that. And it never will -He knows it’s bullshit. -He knows his spark screaming out for him to comfort you and screaming out for him to take you are two vines in the same jungle, hopelessly braided together and impossible to separate fully. -He knows this and he still invites you out to stargaze after Bee’s been put to sleep, wrapping you up in so many sweaters and blankets and bringing you to the top of the base for the clearest view of the desert sky. -He’ll lie down on his back and you’ll sit next to his helm and nerd out until you inevitably fall asleep mid-sentence somewhere. -He’s heard you name every single star in every single visible constellation a hundred times, and he’ll gladly hear it a hundred more. -He offhandedly compares you to Ursa while you’re pointing it out, and you break down in tears. -You’re not a bear. You’ve never been a bear. Bears are strong enough to keep their shit together. You’re not keeping your shit together. At all. -He tells you that’s bullshit. He tells you anyone in your position would be breaking down, yes including a bear. -He tells you you’re the strongest person he’s ever met and whatever’s going on with Ratchet’s not your fault. It’s not. -He has a point, but you still feel so weak, and tell him you can see why Ratchet wouldn’t want to be with someone as fragile as you. -Seeing you like this breaks something in him. There’s protocols blowing up left and right in his processor and spark telling him to stop the tiny human from crying. Stop the adoptive mother of his sparkling from crying. Stop you from crying. -So he rolls over, he cradles you against his cheek while you sob. You lean into him, throw your tiny arms around him and - -He kisses you -He realizes it’s a mistake the second he does it. He breaks the kiss, wracked with guilt, apologies immediately, tires to pull away- -You don’t let him. You kiss him back. -His field rolls over you out of nowhere like a tsunami, knocking you on your ass. -He can feel your field already sinking it’s inexperienced kitten claws into his, and he yanks it away before they can entwine further. -You two stare at each other in silence for a few moments after that, before wordlessly heading back inside. -You go straight to bed, too tired to analyze exactly what the fuck that was, or wonder if you were wrong about him not liking you. -He goes back to his room and stares at the wall. He has no excuse for what the fuck he just did. He doesn’t even drink. He made that mistake stone cold sober. -Both you and Ratchet need his support right now, not whatever shit he just pulled. -He’s a leader and a father. He can’t ever afford to make a mistake like that again. -But he can’t leave you alone, because he knows Ratchet won’t be here for you. -And he can’t leave Ratchet alone, because he won’t let anyone else near him. -He stares at the wall for the rest of the night.

-The next day, the sparkling sends out it’s first ping, seeking to start it’s nonverbal, psychic bond with it’s sire -Except, it doesn’t send it to it’s sire. -Ratchet’s field had been clamped so tightly around his frame ever since this started you haven’t been able to feel it at all. Naturally, the sparkling had nothing to cling to either. -Instead, it forms a bond with the mech who’s field dragged you in like a riptide -It forms one with Optimus -Neither of you bring this up to Ratchet. You can’t. You both already feel guilty as hell for whatever the fuck that was. -But neither of you can deny the gravitational pull you feel towards each other anymore. -The sparkling starts sending him clips of your voice. Of His voice. -Optimus feels his spark splitting in two both because this tiny little ethereal voice is calling out to him, not Ratchet, and because he can’t answer that tiny voice. -You make tentative plans to put your head through a fucking cheese grater the second this metal baby is out of you.

-Fortunately, that comes sooner than later. -Unfortunately, much like with Bee, the sparkling’s field gets lodged in your brainwaves during emergence, and can’t fully separate -They do finally become untangled once she’s born -But that’s only after your neural activity slows to a crawl when you blackout -NOW it’s coma time, baby.

-Seeing you comotose after giving birth to his sparkling is the last straw for Ratchet -He snaps -Hands the sparkling to Optimus, apologizes, and just leaves. -Optimus is left largely alone and flailing with this sparkling, who is basically recognizing him as her dad. -She repeatedly sends him clips of your voice, her way of asking “Where’s mom? I want mom? I waited so long to see them where’s mom?” -The first thing she blurts out with her primitive vox are the beginning notes to David Bowie’s Diamond Dogs. -Echo seems like a fitting name. He relays this experience and the suggestion to Ratchet. -Ratchet’s optics glaze over. His lip trembles. He unintentionally crushes the cube of hi-grade he’s holding, but agrees. -But beyond that, Ratchet is gone. -Wakes up, attends to any medical issues for the team, then drinks himself to unconsciousness, rinse and repeat. -He is a miserable, drunk old bastard barely fit for duty let alone to be a father -Thank god for Fowler, who’s kept people like Astoria, Carly and Raoul on call for exactly this outcome(He predicted robot fucking would have repercussions, and he was RIGHT) -Astoria takes one look at your comatose body and gets her tubes tied immediately. -They wind up having to take babysitting off base most of the time, though, because Ratchet refuses to be around any humans -Which is why when Jack, Miko and Raf wind up there eventually, he’s less than enthused. -They should leave. They NEED to leave, because he’s only ever hurt things smaller than himself. -Despite this, Raf and Bumblebee manage to still get through to him somehow. -His relationship with Echo, though. -It’s bad. -He can’t even look at her without seeing your face. And Soundwave’s face. And every single cassette he forced into existence.

-Optimus visits you while you slumber. -It’s not often that he can do this, pressure of being a leader. And a father. And now the lone diplomatic relation between cybertronians and humanity, after you decided to take a preemptive dirt nap. -Sometimes he tells you mundane things, like how his day went, how everyone’s doing -He likes to tell you how Bee and Echo are doing. That they’ve gotten along exceedingly well. Their so close in age, that’s to be expected. -But Bee adores her, and she’s aggressively possessive of him -And, when he’s run out of things to say, he’ll thank you. He’ll thank you for saving Bumblebee. For fighting so hard to establish refuge for his people here. For keeping him company. For being his friend. -For letting him love you. -He always chokes up on the last one, and leaves before he can finish, excusing himself from a quiet room and leaving as silently as he came.

-Ratchet visits you too. -A lot -In fact, when he’s not in the infirmary, or his quarters, or drinking in either of those places, he’s here. -But unlike Optimus, he comes up empty for words. -He just watches your unmoving body, and the gentle oscillations of the various monitors hooked up to you -He will say one thing, though, every time. Right before he leaves -It’s always the same thing. -”I’m sorry.”

-While this is going on, you’re busy cavorting around with Elita in the realm of the primes with Rumble and Frenzy -She (lovingly) berates you for not sleeping with her husband, which is a trip in of itself. -In between trials she teaches you how to hop in and out of dreams -Even the nightmarish, extremely unstable ones -So naturally, you dive right into one of Ratchet’s dreams -You’re flooded with every single last thing haunting his mind. -All of it. His history with the medical research. Everything he’s done. -It’s so horrific you can hardly stay for longer than a heartbeat, but- -You fight through the darkness to get to him, unrelenting until you grab his servo -And when you do so, you get to see him. Actual him. The him buried beneath the toxic walls he’s built up. -And that him bleeds nothing but the purest, unconditional love for you. For your sparkling. For Optimus and Bee. -He’s still there. The mech you fell in love with is still there. -He’s just drowning in his own regret and misery with no way out -His anguish is an uncharted mountain and he needs a guide -You’re going to have to be that guide -So with some intense astral fuckery, you drag him him out of his own dream, and Elita drags the both of you into Optimus’s dream.

-Optimus’s dream is more stable. -Thank god it can withstand the emotional shitshow that is the four of you being in the same place -There’s enough angst and self-blame to flood god’s basement -Elita, being dead and all, has even less tolerance for this bullshit then the three living of you combined -She grabs you with one arm and kisses you, and uses the other arm to push Ratchet into Optimus’s lap. -It devolves into a fourway pretty fast -You’re the luckiest human in the fucking universe -Afterwards, Optimus laments how guilty he feels for wanting this. For enjoying this. How bad he feels about wanting you. How much he still wants Ratchet. -He feels like a selfish asshole for pining after you both. You two should be happy together. Why can’t he just be happy for you two while silently drowning in his grief for Elita -Both you, Ratchet and Elita tell him that’s bullshit. -Both you, Ratchet and Elita tell him all of them deserve to be happy. -Elita tells all of you in no uncertain terms if you three don’t find a way to be a thruple IRL she’ll put each and every one of you in a sex coma IRL so help her Primus.

-You wake up. -It’s been 30. Fucking. years. -The first thing you see upon waking up is the last thing you saw before blacking out -Your little girl -She’s taller than a two story townhouse and her optics are the same color as your eyes. -”Welcome back, Mom.” -You can’t even begin to comprehend what you’re seeing -You don’t have time. The next person in the room is Bee, who’s even taller. -He knees down, trembling, warbling, tears in his optics. -”Did you have a nice nap?” -Reader.exe has stopped working -The next person in -Oh -Oh. -It’s Ratchet -Bee and Echo clear out before you can scream at them not to leave, leaving you alone with your estranged boyfriend

-He walks over to you slowly, mouth set in a firm, flat line. -He kneels down beside you, places his hand on the side of the berth -And starts openly weeping. -He’s sorry. He’s sorry for putting you in danger. He’s sorry for knocking you up. he’s sorry for icing you out. He’s sorry for fucking everything and tells you if you had even a shred of self-preservation instinct left in you you’d leave him and never look back and he’d never blame you and- -And you tell him to shut the fuck up. -You kiss him. He smells like highgrade and millennia of repressed guilt and you can’t get enough of it because it’s fucking Ratchet.

-You tell him about the coma. You tell him about all the dreams. You prove it to him by relaying everything about the cassettes. -His face pales further. You decide to (temporarily) withhold information about the dream orgy -You reassure him that where you were and how you got there, you could see shit. You could see the driving force and divine interplay of how bad decisions and poor judgment come to tangle hopelessly together and prompt action like puppeteers through the strings of the livings and you’re absolutely not done which this, but -You still love him. Nothing is ever going to change that. -Dude looks like he was fucking reborn. There’s something so young in those teal searchlights that make you feel like a child again. -For a moment, everything is okay. -He spends the rest of the night with you, never once leaving your side.

-You don’t get a happily ever after yet, though. -You still have two grown-ass children you need to catch up with -One of which doesn’t know you at all. -She’s extremely eager to start a relationship with you though because she’s been looking forward to this her entire life -She might be an adult, but the way she turns her optics on you and listens with rapt attention when literally anything comes out of your mouth makes you feel like you actually got your baby back -She’s utterly fascinated by you and worships the ground you walk on, treating you like some sort of beloved idol or storybook character come to life -It’s cute for now and probably not the healthiest reaction but that is by no means your biggest concern, because -Echo and Ratchet’s relationship is terrible -You can’t even call it a relationship -She’s got daddy issues out the aft -Blames him for everything that happened to you, which he happily reinforced with his self-depreciating lifestyle -Bee also low-key blames Ratchet for taking his mom away. He understand it’s not his fault, it was an accident, but you were gone for 30 years. -Echo is absurdly attached to the gaggle of humans that raised them, even more so than Bee. -She’s even more attached to Optimus, follows him around like a lost puppy and craves his approval -Which isn’t that hard to earn because he adores her. -He struggles with her grudge against her biological sire, though. Because no matter what he’s never found it in himself to blame Ratchet, and has tried, to little avail, to turn her towards him. -She’s shown considerable proficiency in medicine, but refuses to study it seriously because it’s what “that guy” does and FUCK “That guy”. -You know it’s not entirely your responsibility to fix her and Bee’s opinion of Ratchet -But it’s an enormous fucking mess and the burden’s going to be way easier if shared

-You go to Optimus for help -Because, aside from the humans, he’s the one who basically raised these two. -Alone -That cannot have possibly been easy -That cannot have possibly left him without some damage -He’s been kind, but distant ever since you awakened -Seems to be reluctant to speak to you alone -But once you have him alone, he breaks down -Sweeps you up in his hands -begs you to just let him hold you -He missed you. He missed you so fucking bad -He never told Ratchet about the time you two merged. Or the bond he formed with Echo because of it -Or the kiss -The guilt that comes over his face when bringing this up breaks your heart -You can’t take it anymore

-You go to Ratchet -You tell him about the dream in blinding detail -He looks like he’s watching a slow motion train crash when you bring it up, but he remembers every last vivid bit as though it were yesterday -Admits it was the happiest he’d ever been and waking up felt like getting kicked out of heaven -Admits he never actually wanted to break up with Optimus -Admits those feelings resurfaced when you were sick and Optimus was the only one he’d let anywhere near him -Admits that made him feel even worse because you were fucking dying -Probes you for your feelings for Optimus -This time you break -Fall to your knees and start fucking sobbing -You’ve loved this mech ever since you first laid eyes on him -Ever since fate determined you’d bring that tiny yellow sparkling from the brink of death -Being apart from him makes you feel like a plant without water. You’re shriveling up and drying out. -You need him. You don’t want to be apart anymore. -You tell Ratchet about the merge. The bond. The kiss. -Ratchet looks about as relived as he does devastated -Relived, because you want Optimus as badly as he still does -Devastated because he made himself physically unavailable for Echo to form that bond -He knows forming that bond with Optimus was probably the best thing that could have possibly happened to her at the time -But he also knows it happened because he fucked up and continued to fuck up for thirty whole ass years and his daughter wants nothing to do with him and it’s completely his fault -You tell him as kindly as possible, that yeah, he’s right, but also to shut the fuck up. -If she knew what he’d been through, she’d understand. -It’s gonna take a long time and a whole lot of work, but it’s not too late to fix this. -It’s also not too late to fix things with Optimus, and that probably won’t take as much work

-Since that’s the easier of the two tasks by far, that’s the one you guys start with -Both you and Ratchet corner him in the infirmary after he comes back from a mission a little banged up -Tell him in plain fucking english you both remember the dream, both want him romantically and carnally, both willing to move mountains to make this work, and if you don’t want Elita to make good on her threat you’d better sort this shit out now -Optimus doesn’t need any further convincing -Fucks you both till you see Primus and pass out.

-Now that you’ve made headway on sorting your relationship shit out, -It’s time to start sorting the parenting shit out -With the three of you working together, it’s a lot less overwhelming -Bee, emotionally mature as he is, winds up working through his grievances with Ratchet pretty easily -He never wanted to hold a grudge against him to begin with, and was pretty eager to drop it when given sufficient reason -That, and the fact that his dad, (who he’d been goading to confess to for years) has finally hooked up with his mom makes him pretty happy. -Echo is far less easy to appease -For a while, it actually gets worse, since she’s jealous of the time you and Optimus spend with Ratchet -But because of the time you’re spending together, it makes it harder for her to avoid him

-She asks you one day “what the frag you could possibly see in him” while she’s simultaneously re-calibrating the ground bridge resonance controls and running an experimental distillation on synthetic red energon -Staring stupidly with your mouth open at the similarities, you tell her -”Right now, I see you. Goddamn you’re just like him.” -She snaps her wrench in half, growls and kicks the shards across the room. -“Like him? I can’t fraggin’ stand him!” -You sigh. “He can’t stand himself either.” -She makes a face like she knows you have a point but isn’t willing to admit it even to herself, and that’s the exact same face Ratchet made when you told him you wanted to keep her.

-She finally approaches Ratchet the next day -Just walks up to him while he’s in the lab, drags a stool over and sits down -”So apparently we both hate ourselves” -Ratchet stops what he’s doing. -“What could you possibly hate yourself for?” -”Besides the obvious?” “-What obvious-?” “I’m the reason mom was in a coma.” -Ratchet drops his wrench. And his jaw -Tries to tell her that’s bullshit. -She won’t let him get a word in edgewise -”And I know you hate yourself for that too.” -He doesn’t even try to deny that one -”Hating you for the same reason I hate myself makes it easier to hate myself. And I…don’t want to hate myself anymore.” -Ratchet.exe has stopped working -She tells him she has absolutely not forgiven him for being practically non-existent in her life, and she’s not sure if she ever will but- -Maybe she doesn’t have to, to move on. -Maybe they can acknowledge this as a massive-ass problem that will keep coming back and never fully be resolved -And maybe they can move forward despite it -And despite both of them trying exceedingly hard not to be, they’ve wound up extremely similar, so -Maybe learning not to hate themselves will be easier if they do it together. -She tells him in spite of everything she still wants to like him. So bad. -Ratchet finally stops, and turns to look at her. -She’s gritting her denta, digging her digits into the side of the seat so hard it cracks, and holding back tears. -He tells her, after several tries to get his mouth working again, that he wants to give her a reason to like him. -”Yeah well-” she shakily pries her servos off the seat, jumps down, picks up his wrench and hands it back to him. “I guess we have the rest of our lives to figure that out.” -Her hands brush his as she hands the wrench back, and for the first time, she doesn’t recoil or jerk them away. -She leaves -He stands there for a whole thirty seconds after she leaves staring at the wrench before setting it down on the desk -Then putting his helm down on the desk -And starts crying harder in relief then he’s ever cried in his life

#Fp #optimus x reader #Optimusxyou #Ratchet/reader #Ratchet/you #optimus/reader #optimus/you #ratchetxreader #ratchetxyou #transformers #tf fandom #sparklings #what the fuck have I done oh god sorry

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yoiku · 5 months

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bleurgh

I sure did underestimate how much putting a pricetag on anything I make messes with my head. Putting a price on a physical item is easier because I can sum up the material costs and add a fee based on an alright hourly pay for the work. With art that's just not an option in my case, if I charged by the hour I spend on a pic the prices would be way too high. I'd need to count in the time spent on communication as well as drawing too, like you're supposed to, is what I hear from people running an actual business. I went with prices that I feel comfortable charging. If I look at them and try to compare to how much groceries I could get for the same price, I feel like I should be charging more. (I think everyone probably feels that these days though >_>; ) If someone would just slap on prices that are good enough for whatever the monetary worth of anything even is in this day and age of uncontrolled, ever rising inflation, I'd feel so much better about it. I wouldn't have to keep second guessing a thing I came up with. My head has been going brrrrrrrrrrrr in such a bad way for several days that I wasn't able to rest, and I hate it so much that the more I keep thinking about it the worse I feel and at this point I am once again having to fight the "well I sure ain't worth anything and anything I make even less so" - bullshit every time I let my thoughts wander. And boy do they wander. At least I am so used to it by now that so far I'm still able to recover from the barrage of doubts with the good old "sigh, we been there we done that" after i've been both mentally and physically drained long enough. So it could be worse. Just that it would be nice if it was even a bit better. It doesn't help that the turn of the year is always a bad time for me, it makes me look back in retrospect the same way my birthday does, and it never fails to make the depression pop up big time. Big part of why I decided to set the comms opening on jan. 1st even though I could have them open already. I knew my mood would be down in the dumps, so getting to work the first thing after the remainder of december will be much better. I am feeling pretty determined to try and make as much money through comms as I can next year. My pc is starting to really show it's age, and after doing my research, I'd rather go for a new one and sell my current for parts. If I wanted to give my setup the kind of refresher I'd need, the price is going to get high enough that might as well go for a new machine entirely and hopefully not have to worry about having to replace parts for another 8 or so years. So, at least I have a good motivator there. My pc is still healthy even if it's gotten slow, so I still trust it to not suddenly die on me...mostly. I dove into a marathon of CIV6 for 3 days in hopes of redirecting my many trains of thoughts and it worked as long as I kept going. But I need to do something productive or I'm going to start bouncing off the walls. But first, an attempt at a decent nap.

#ramblings and a bit of ventings #why do i have a poopoo brain that's just full of soup and tangled yarn #oh right it's the cocktail of neurological and psychological troubles I have in freeloading in there #i wish i could just yeet my brain into the snow and literally have it chill so I could have some peace up in there

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i-will-cry-you-a-river · 1 year

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"T-told you not to tou-urp-ch w-what is mine, d-didn't I?"

Morty froze, his shiny, cherry colored lips parting for a gasp as he was forcefully pulled up by his hair from his bed where he was peacefully (hornily) sleeping. A barrel of a gun pressed against his temple, as his tearful eyes met with furious blues.

"I-i'm s-sorry, Rick!" He breathed. The metal pressed painfully.

"S-selfish, ba-urp-ad boys don't get to s-say sorrys! I told you, didn't I? Y-you are mine. O-only I can t-urp-ouch you, yet you dared t-to disobey?!" Broad fingers ran down his side, the callouses roughly sliding on sensitive skin.

"I-I-I… i-it was an accident!" Morty whined, his cock under his pink panties still achingly hard. He was dreaming about his Rick, and he might have gripped himself in his sleep, but-

"Accident, huh?" Icy voice growled, hooking a wandering finger into his panty, snapping the band that slapped against Miami Morty's loin in a painful sting. "I'll sh-ough-ow you a-accindent!"

The gun pressed harder against his head, making Morty breathless, scared, and more turned on than ever before. Miami Rick dragged the gun down, slowly sliding it against Morty's lips, through his pretty pink nipples, back down on his spine, until it slipped under his hot pink underwear, between his ass cheeks.

Morty jerked, breathing hard and fast. Miami Rick's hand gripped his long, blond hair, turning his face upward, making him look straight into those ice cold blues.

"B-bad boys, who can't ta-urp-ke orders, must be p-punished," he said. The cold metal of the gun made Morty tremble, in fear, in want, he didn't know. Licking his strawberry-flavored lips, he gasped for air. The dark scent of leather, gunpowder and alcohol invaded his senses, making his head spin.

Miami Morty whimpered.

"Y-you insatiable bitch," murmured Rick, withdrawing the gun, just to press it against his back, between his shoulder blades. "A-are you a g-good boy f-urp-or Daddy?"

The question was whispered against his ear, making him shiver and moan.

"Yes."

"Strip," Miami Rick ordered, his hand letting the blonde hair go and Morty immediately took off his tiny panties and loose shirt. "G-good boy." His free hand snaked down towards his legs, tapping one slight thigh, instructing Morty to spread them without a word. The young boy opened them, granting access to calloused fingers.

Morty shivered as fingers grazed his cock, but leaving way too suddenly. Rick gathered his hair again into his fist, wrapping long locks around his hand and yanking Morty's head back. Miami Rick traced his grandson's jawline with the gun. The pretty boy instinctively parted his lips, his oral fixation kicking in.

"T-tell me ho-urp-w good boy you are, Kitten," Rick smirked, caressing the pink lips with the cold gun.

"R-r-really good," Morty whimpered, rolling his hips in a vain attempt to seek friction.

Rick's eyes hungrily took in the sight under him. His gun glistened with Morty's saliva, the boy basically panting to stuff his holes full.

"We'll see," Rick growled, pushing the gun past the boy's life. Morty moaned and wrapped his tongue around the barbell, teasing the gun like it was Rick's cock. He wasn't sure if the safety was on is not, but not really caring about either way, trusting in Rick completely, and he took the barrel deep into his mouth. He sucked, drool dripping down his chin. It sat heavy and thick on his tongue, and he swallowed eagerly the gunpowder taste. Looking up from under his eyelashes, he could see Rick's hungry gaze as his grandfather watched him giving head to a gun. It was intense and Morty felt he could come from just that look, and the mortal danger he swallowed deep in his throat. His eyes fluttered shut, everything felt too much, yet not enough.

"G-good Kitten," Rick said, his voice shaking. He, too, was as affected by what was happening as Morty was. Pulling his gun away from those cherry red temptations and throwing it away, he unzipped his pants, taking his throbbing cock out. He ran his hand along his hardened length a few times before running his hands down on Morty's body to grab his tights. He hoisted him up, and his Kitten wrapped his long legs around his hips.

Rick ran his swollen tip along Morty's always ready holes teasing his grandson with it, drowning them both to madness. Both grandpa and grandson moaned as Rick pushed his tip inside. Just the tip, yet it was better than anything and anybody he used in his long life. His Morty, his Kitten, his grandson and soulmate was the best fuck, best everything ever, for a thousand years.

His speed was wild and punishing when he finally allowed them both to feel each other fully. Morty's little hole was gripping him, sucking him in, knowing who it belonged to. It didn't take long for either of them to come, painting long strips of white all over Morty's tanned body, but it was fast and brutal, bloody and painful; completely them.

"Y-you did good, Kitten," Rick whispered to the spent, half-passed out boy, gently kissing the top of his blonde head. His Kitten instinctively wrapped his arms around his neck, wanting to stay as close to his grandfather as he could. One of Rick's hands reached to his gun, never parting from it. He was a genius and almost a gun, but he needed something to keep Morty safe if anybody tried to do anything.

"I-I love you, Rick," Miami Morty yawned, burrowing himself in Rick's arms, throwing a leg over his hips. The little Kitten was just as possessive as Rick was.

#rick and morty #rick sanchez #morty smith #miami rick #miami morty #gun play #lemon #rickorty #rick and morty fanfiction

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❛ today isn’t your day, is it? ❜ for oz and eddie ( u know i had to send this ghjkhgvvjnhg )

the way that i wrote like three different things for this but hated all of them... anyway here's this! the upside down doesn't exist because I said so and this is the alternative version of Chance Navarro's birthday party.

Oz Reynolds x Eddie Munson

"today isn't your day, is it?"

or; Eddie hates parties, Oz is there to make it all a little more tolerable.

word count; 1.6k

Eddie knew he'd made a mistake the minute he stepped into the sparsely decorated backyard of Chance Navarro. The place was crawling with Hawkins High royalty, all drunk out of their minds already despite the fact that the sun had barely set. They were screaming along to some shitty radio song. If they weren’t too busy sucking face, that was.

If he hadn't been there for work, Eddie would have turned and high-tailed it out of there before somebody had even well and truly seen him.

"Munson!" A boisterous male voice greeted Eddie, followed by the feeling of a slap on his back. Chance Navarro smelled like beer and girls perfume. Eddie had to hold back a gag. "Good that you're here, man, people have been asking around already."

Not for Eddie, of course, just for the things that Eddie sold. Nobody ever wanted Eddie 'the freak' Munson near a party unless he brought his handy lunch box of illegal substances with him. It had long since stopped making him feel bad. He didn't even really want these people to want him, after all.

He situated himself in the corner of the sprawling backyard, leaning against the side of the shed and watching teens come and go. Some of them spoke to him, and some of them simply held out cash in silence and waited for him to replace it with a baggy. A pleasant few hours passed that way, Eddie quietly judging the people around him and laughing at the jokes he thought up. As far as parties went, that was about as good as they got for Eddie.

"Hello!" A shrill, female voice ripped Eddie from his thoughts, looking over to meet eyes with a junior girl he didn't know the name of.

"Hi."

"I heard you have—you got—" The brown haired girl stumbled over her words—and feet—as she walked up to him. "I'm Rachel!"

"Hi, Rachel."

Eddie wasn't sure how it happened, but next thing he knew Rachel was folded over on herself, puking all over Chance Navarro's bushes, while Eddie attempted to pull Rachel's hair away from her face.

"Shit, shit." Eddie attempted to scoot back, pretty sure she'd already gotten vomit on his shoes.

"I'm so-o-orry!" Rachel cried, hiccupping. She leaned into Eddie's side and he let her, trying as best as he could to calm her down.

"Shit—Rachel?"

Eddie looked up, seeing a more familiar face looking down on them. "Your girlfriend, Reynolds?"

Above Eddie, Oscar Reynolds's voice twisted into something uncomfortable before shaking his head. "More like the person I'm babysitting. Is she okay?"

"Oz?" Rachel's voice was soft and weepy. She twisted her head to look up at him and Oz offered the most gentle smile he could summon in return.

Eddie was pretty sure it was the first time he'd ever seen the boy smile.

"Rach, can you stand?" Rachel weakly shook her head in response to Oz's question.

Without a word, Eddie threw one of Rachel's arms over his shoulder and scooped her up. Oz, just as wordlessly, took the other arm, and the two boys helped to carry Rachel to the nearest bathroom to let her get cleaned up.

"You let us know if you need help, okay?" Eddie reassured her before closing the bathroom door, leaving Rachel to her own devices. "I'm a little worried she's going to choke on her own vomit, man."

"She'll be fine." Oz clearly had enough experience on the matter. He knocked on the door briefly, and from the other side Rachel knocked back. Oz looked satisfied with that, leaning against the wall and letting out a heavy breath.

"See? Fine."

Eddie smiled, slightly, at this little ritual they must have built up over many of these parties. Eddie never imagined Oz to be the kind of friend to care for others in this way, but evidently he didn't know Oz very well.

Eddie couldn't even remember the last time he'd spoken to Oz. He wasn't sure they ever had. Not any pleasant conversation, anyway.

"Why are you here, anyway?" This wasn't exactly a pleasant conversation either. Eddie grimaced slightly at the question before lifting the lunch box in his hand and letting it rattle for a moment.

"Ah. Right."

Right. Because Eddie had no business at a party otherwise. Oz was right in thinking it, of course, but it still hurt.

"I couldn't exactly picture this being your scene," Oz said, and when Eddie looked to the side he could see a honest-to-god smile on Oz's face. "I'm sure you've done nothing but judge their choice in music all night long."

"Not true," Eddie fired back, "I've also been judging their other choices. Clothes, friends…"

Oz laughed. His head was leaning back against the wall and his eyes were closed, and in that moment Eddie realized Oscar Reynolds was a little beautiful.

Nope. He really couldn't do that. Not then, not with Oz. If anything was bound to end in disaster it would be developing a crush on a jock.

"And still you let one of them puke all over you. How chivalrous." It didn't go unnoticed, the way Oz was distancing himself from the people around him. From his friends.

Eddie couldn't help but poke. "Them?"

Oz shrugged in response, motioning to the party going on beyond the quiet hall that they were in. "Them. The… what would you call them? Preps? Jocks?"

"News flash, Oz—" Eddie couldn't help himself. The nickname had sounded too cute when he'd heard Rachel say it. "—you're one of those jocks. Unless there was some cosmic shift in the last twelve hours that I missed out on."

Another shrug. "I guess there was. Can't be a jock if you don't play a sport."

Eddie felt like his heart had fallen out of his chest, turning to look at Oz so quickly that it strained his neck.

"I didn't want to play anymore," Oz said as an explanation, though it explained very little. Eddie wanted to ask more, dig deeper, suddenly very interested in learning more about the inner workings of Oz. He didn't get the chance.

"What the fuck are you two doing here?"

A drunk Josh Madison stumbled into the previously-quiet hallway. He was still clutching a plastic cup to his chest, but it looked to be mostly empty. Eddie expected Josh's ire to be directed his way, surprised to see Josh eyeing Oz down.

"Standing," Oz answered in an instant, a bored, stoic look on his face. A far cry from the smile Eddie had gotten to enjoy earlier.

Josh's bleary eyes moved to Eddie, clearly not as interested in provoking Oz as first expected.

"Yeah, standing." Eddie nodded his head, turning his eyes slightly towards Oz. His gaze was set hard on Josh.

"You still selling, freak?" Josh's words were slurred slightly as he spoke, tripping over his own feet as he took a step forward. His face read nothing but drunken bad intent as he neared Eddie.

Eddie hardened himself for what would undoubtedly follow, pressing off the wall he'd been leaning on and tightening his fists.

"He isn't." Oz was in front of Eddie in a second, arms crossed. He stared Josh down, and the boy had never looked so small. "So, better get lost."

Eddie wasn't so sure why Oz was standing up for him. Really, at that moment he wasn't sure of anything anymore. His brain shut off somewhere around the point of seeing Oz laugh, and now he was working on auto-pilot.

It was on auto-pilot, as well, that he decided to jump in between Oz and Josh, almost catching the fist Josh had intended for Oz. He pushed the boy onto the floor, delighting in the way he struggled like a turtle laying on his back.

"Fucker!" Josh shouted, loud enough to undoubtedly alert other people at the party. Shit. This night was going from bad to worse for Eddie.

He almost got the idea to climb on top of him when a hand wrapped around his own.

"We should get out of here."

Eddie let himself be dragged through the crowd, led by the hand by Oz. He tried not to short-circuit completely, but it was proving to be extremely difficult as his fingers fit tightly between Oz's. Eddie didn't even realize he was out of breath until they were standing all the way down the road, far away from the party and the house and the people that neither of them really liked.

"That was really stupid," Oz said. To Eddie's disappointment, his hand slipped from Eddie's in order to run both hands through his hair. He didn't look half as winded as Eddie felt, but there was something else on his face.

It took Eddie a moment to realize, but Oz was excited.

"It was," Eddie agreed, "but it was also pretty metal. I can't believe you saved me like a damsel in distress, dude!"

He was laughing, leaning his head down slightly with it and abruptly stopping when he noticed the bright yellow vomit that covered his once-white sneakers.

A gag escaped Eddie, hand shooting up to quickly cover his nose.

"Fuck, that's so gross."

Oz laughed, now, too. It was a little louder this time, like he finally dared to. He let his head lean back a little before putting a hand on Eddie's shoulder. Eddie, in turn, tried to be normal about it.

"I guess today isn't your day, is it?" Oz was still smiling, but Eddie could hear the genuine caring tone in his voice. It made his head spin.

"I don't know," his eyes shifted quickly from Oz's to the hand on his shoulder. "I think it was pretty worth it, Oz."

#asks #alinastarkhov #thank u for the prompt!!!!#im sorry that it a) took so long and b) is Not That Great Probably #but i tried sdkfh #ch: oz #my writing

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Spencer and JJ pull up to the witness's house. They decided to interview Hankle themselves to see if there are any details that the police missed. Stepping out of the car they both make their way over to the door.

JJ knocks rapidly on the door. A twenty something blond male opens the door "Hi Mr Hankle. I'm Special Agent Jenifer Jareau and this is Dr. Spencer Reid. We're from the F.B.I and we'd like to ask you some questions about the break in you witnessed.

“What are you doing here? I’ve already told you everything I know.” Hankle replies seeming anxious.

“We’d just like to go over a few things. Maybe dig something up that would be relevant.” JJ responded "I'm pretty sure there's nothing more I can tell you." Hankle states.

"You may not even know it's important." Reid interjects. "Alright, I'll answer whatever questions you have. But like I said I don't think it will be of much help." Tobias concedes after a few moments of hesitation.

"Anything could help." JJ assures him. "If you say so." Sighing Hankle continues. "I was out walking my dog. I love the peace and quiet at that time of night. As I was passing a house, I saw a man dressed all in black. He was scaling the big wooden fence that surrounded the property. I knew he must be breaking in so I went to the nearest pay phone and called the police. And that's all I know. I told you I wouldn't be of any more help."

"You're doing just fine." JJ tells him.

As they were having this conversation Spencer was looking over Hankle's shoulder into the rest of his house. He could see boxes stacked on top of one another. And notebooks scattered around. Light from what could possibly be computer monitors was streaming in from a room off to the left.

Feeling suspicious Tobias looked at Reids face and then glanced back at what he was looking at. Realizing that the Federal agent could see the light coming from his computers. He quickly shut the door in their face and began running towards the back of the house.

"Hey!" JJ shouted in an alarmed tone. "He's the unsub." Reid stated as he started running around to the back of the house. With JJ following right behind him.

Reaching the back of the house the Agents see Hankle bust out the back door and run towards the barn. As Hankle reaches the barn he flings the door open releasing three vicious looking dogs. The dogs charge towards Reid and JJ. "Scatter!" JJ screams as she vears off to the left.

Reid turns right and runs into the cornfields. Unknowingly going in the same direction Hankle went. Running as fast as he could through the field. His face being slapped by stalks of corn and nearly losing his footing on the loose dirt.

After running for what felt like a few minutes Spencer was nearly out of breath. The sound of the dogs was thankfully fading. Worry surged in him for JJ. Thinking that maybe the dogs were chasing her instead of him. He slows down and begins to turn around to search for JJ. When something hard hits him in the back of his head.

Black spots fill his vision and Spencer crumbles to the ground. Passing out before he can catch a glimpse of his attacker.

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mhmmhm my head. A searing headache greets Reid as he starts to wake up. In an attempt to touch his aching head. Spencer realizes that he is restrained. Opening his eyes, as his blurry vision returns to normal. He notices the chains wrapped around his waist and legs. Tying him to a wooden chair.

Terror surges inside him as he realizes that Hankle has kidnapped him. Oh no, Oh no please let Gideon save me before something bad happens. Spencer mentally pleads.

At that moment Hankle comes into the small cabin. Disrupting Reids train of thought. "You awake boy?" Hankle spits out.

Holding back a whimper. Reid decides to stay still and pretend that he is still asleep. It doesn't work. "I know you're awake. Don't play with me boy."

Slowly opening his eyes. Reid, keeping his head down. Glanced up at where Tobias was standing near the doorway. His body was silhouetted in what was more computer monitor lights. Making his shadow stretch out slightly to his left.

Hankles appearance overall reminded Reid of the ancient urban legend stories his mother would read to him as a child. The ones where the demon slithers through the open window. Hungry for an innocent soul.

Clenching his eyes shut. He prays to a God he isn't even sure exists. To allow Gideon and the rest of the BAU to rescue him before he is seriously hurt. A loud thud snaps his eyes open. Hankle has just roughly set up a camera stand in the far left corner.

"God has a test for you boy." Hankle says as he presses a button on the camera. Broadcasting the feed back to the house he lived in. That is now occupied by the rest of the BAU agents. "I'm gonna show you images of sinners on these computer screens. You are to chose who is to die."

"What? No... I'd never." Spencer choked out.

This is an unfinished draft. Don’t know if I’ll write more, maybe, maybe not.

Enjoy ;)

#Criminal Minds #Spencer Reid #Aaron Hotchner #Jason Gideon #Tobias Hankle #Spencer Reid kidnapped #Spencer Reid hurt #jenifer jareau #emily prentiss #bau team #criminal minds fandom #criminal minds fan fiction #Spencer is kidnapped by Tobias Hankle

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I found freedom, losing all hope was freedom - Narrator.

Paul whimpers, curled at the bottom of the stairs, holding his stomach in pain, Dermotts boot slamming into the vulnerable area. Forcing a pained yell from Paul's mouth, quickly silenced by a hand slapping over his mouth.

"I told you to stay quiet! Useless! Do you want the police round again? Aye? Do ya!" Dermott hisses, smirking when the boy shook his head violently. Dermott pulls his hand away, tanking Paul up by his hair before pushing him at the stairs, "get lost now, I don't want to see you again today"

"y-yeah sorry" Paul responds, his voice hardly a whisper as he pulls himself up to his feet, biting his tongue harshly to avoid showing his pain. Moving towards up the stairs as quick as his body would allow him, getting to his room and shutting the door moving as slow as he could to ensure it wouldn't slam. Before falling against the door with a broken sob, hiding his face into his hands.

For years now, it was the same thing practically daily. It wasn't that Paul tried to be a bad kid, he just never seemed to be up to his uncles standard. When his mum died it was okay at the start, for the first year of living with his uncle there was patience. Until it stopped. But it's not like anyone noticed, so to Paul it was all the same.

So as Paul slowly drags himself up from the floor, moving himself Infront of his mirror, another whimper escapes from his lips as past and forming bruises are stretched out. But this time felt different. As he lifted up his shirt, to check out the new set of injuries, his face fell. The colour cinking away from his cheeks, eyes raking the massive red swelling that covered purple clouds of bruising. Not only did his skin feel on fire, but the shape of his ribs cage fell into a abnormal position after each breath, his right side slumping slightly. While not exactly an expert, Paul's be pretty used to getting beat to a pulp, and even he could tell you that this wasn't a good sign, mixed with what feels like ten pounds of pressure clamping down on his chest, there wasn't much other option to try and sleep it off.

Climbing into bed, agonising pain flushing through his side, Paul pulls the covers over his head. Pushing himself up against the wall, trying to stay as hidden as he could for the inevitable punching match he'd have to wake up. Seeking as much comfort as he could drag from the football patterned duvet. Before falling asleep, tears escaping and dampening the pillow below him.

Barely 12 hours later, and Paul's staggering into school, just in time for the first period after missing form. Every step, sending flashes of splitting pain along the upside of his body, blood pooling in his mouth as he hit his lip in a weak attempt to cover his sounds of agony. The students lurking in the corridors laugh and move out of his way, in an attempt to avoid him "what a weirdo, he looks like a zombie", "loser, Ew! Get away". Paul was beyond the point of caring, he just knew he needed to get through the day. Stumbling into the main corridor, his wobbly walking caused him to bounce on and off the wall as he moved further along. Keeping his arms wrapped tightly around his ribs, trying to protect himself from the crowd of fellow students.

Paul nearly fainted at the speed of his best friend running in his direction. CK, making a beeline for her mate.

"Paul, you look like death, go home dude", she says, Paul's short breath and grey coloured lip, looking for from normal

"I'm fine, go away yeah?", the teen mumbles, his words short and snappy. He just needs it to end, the conversation over. To skip through the day and get home.

"Paul... You look awful man, do you need the hospital?" CK asks, concerns filling her voice. Before frowning as Paul shakes his head and walks around a corner, straight into Rachel Mason.

"Paul, would you please be more car-", Rachel starts before seeing the teen fall to the floor with an anguished cry, curling by her feet. Finally cracked and unable to take the pain

"M-make it stop. I can't fix it, just want it to stop", Paul cries, his voice following a trembling line of broken sobs. His shirt had slid up during the fall and was exposing his mid section, a back littered with swollen dark belt line, scars dotted around in the shape of a buckle. His ribs were covered black bruising, the shape that his ribs fell making it well clear something was not right.

"Call an ambulance! Someone call a damn ambulance now!", Rachel yells, going down to her knees to comfort the boy. "Students, lessons now! Give us some space", she calls out loudly, doing her best to keep Paul's injuries hidden from sight, removing her blazer and laying it over him. Her stomach drops as she catches sight of the worst of his injuries, it was clear this hadn't been a one time event, if she had to guess, this was the result of years upon years of abuse.

"Oh Paul, it's alright. It's alright, we're gunna get you fixed and out there. I promise Paul", she says.

The next 24 hours became an emotional rollercoaster for Rachel. Using her headteacher status to make sure she never left Paul's side unless he was in surgery, a heart breaking diagnosis of a collapsed lung, broken ribs and fractured bones that never healed dotted around his body. Up to five years of horrific abuse which was never once flagged up, was revealed within two hours of being hospitalised. What felt like hundreds of calls between Police officers, social workers and the LEA, and there still wasn't a set answer on what was going to happen to the poor boy that lay on the hospital bed In front of her.

"Well, Paul. There isn't a placement yet, but we can assume you'll be placed in a group home, okay? I know it's a lot to process, you've been through a lot so you can just think for now", Rachel says softly, a calm tone to her voice, attempting to keep her emotions out of it and just assure the teen that he would be safe.

"You mean, I don't have to go back? Am I safe?", Paul questions, tears coming fresh to his eyes, rechecking the hotel room. His uncle wasn't there, was he actually free from this hell?

"Paul, I promise you, on everything I hold close to me. You will never be hurt like that again. Someone should have saved you years before, but I can promise you now you never need to be scared of your Uncle Dermott ever again" Rachel's promises, the maternal urges taking over and gently wiping his tears with a tissue.

There were a few awkward hours following that conversation. Discussions of the legal process, a lot of tears, a lot of relief and pain being spread around before there is a final visitor of the day. A middle aged man walking into the room, he was tall yet had a gentle appearance to him.

"Hi Paul, my name's Eddie, Eddie Lawson. I'm going to be your foster."

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My Super Duper 2022 Recap

A small retrospect of my anime year of 2022 which I thought I should write before the year changes. This year has been something of a comeback for me.😤 Compared to last year when I watched around 18 titles (or 2020 with 10 titles), I managed to watch around 49 titles this year and I can't say any of them were really that bad. I am not going to list them here for obvious reasons (unless this post gets 13 likes. Then I might consider it, as this was such a hit)

I think it is ironic and funny that the one title that really started my anime comeback was Belle. It was an entertaining movie and I really liked watching it, but I didn't think that it would be something I would end up analyzing for hundreds of hours.

The shocking revelation of this post is that I don't actually really like the family aspects of Hosoda movies because I'm a heartless monster, but I do like the digital aspects. But there is something in Belle, where it connects these two aspects through unnecessarily many layers of symbolism, that it comes into something so beautiful it is hard to look away from. I feel like I could still rewatch the whole movie and enjoy it as much as I did on the first time.

Okay maybe not the whole movie but at least the music parts. Those slap so hard.

Of the 49 titles, there was quite a bit of titles from my inactive years,

(This sounds like I am some professional sports player who retired and then came back to experience the sport one last time, but noticed that he is no longer in the level he was before and silently retires a couple years later. Maybe in some sense I am. Now, do you still remember the sentence before these clauses because it's about to continue)

which I mostly watched during summer. I think most memorable of these were Sonny Boy and Link Click. Sonny Boy, because although I still think it's at best 6/10 when you watch it for the first time, I think the vision and themes Natsume Shingo tries to tell with it are extremely interesting when you start to break the title down afterwards. But because the theme is so complex and abstract, it makes the work very hard to approach (and not that entertaining).

When I was young and full of energy to watch 20 titles per season, there weren't any Chinese bishounen animations. So in this sense I think Link Click is a really interesting show because it represents a somewhat unknown potential to me. With age, I have grown more numb to be entertained, so I warmly welcome the over the top tropes and plot twists that the Chinese entertainment industry is known for.

I still can't believe they would leave the show in that cliffhanger. Absolute madlads.

During fall, I somehow managed to pick up learning Japanese again. I pretty much started from scratch because I had forgotten almost everything in my Anki decks. Compared to my previous attempts, this time I took a more relaxed approach to reading manga. I think previously I took the reading more as an exercise and tried to learn every single word. This time I just started reading and tried to increase the input while adding new words to my Anki decks when I felt like it. I think this has paid off because I have been able to keep this habit and actually have been enjoying the titles that I have read.

I have noticed that I really like Shounen Jump + series and as the yen has been low, I have bought multiple of those as I am a materialist to the core of my bone. Not sure what to do next when the yen gets stronger... Will I shift towards digital or will I just pour more money into books. I think this is a rhetorical question.

I'm not sure what is it in Jump+ as a publication that is pulling me towards it but I have been enjoying that I don't really need to think what to read next. Well tbh I'm a sheeple so finding new series just means reading top lists. On a completely unrelated note just bought Chi: Chikyū no Undō ni Tsuite and can't wait to read it! Oh yeah was this post suppose to be about anime?

Going into 2023 I think there is a lot to look forward to. Can't wait to read more masterpieces that I have missed and get better at reading (in more than one language). One Piece Film Red is going to be a banger and will carry me for the first half of the year (if it's not, i'm going to fall into a short depression and hope Shinkai's Suzume will save me).

I have nothing else because I really need sleep. See you in 2023.

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Hello, I saw your block and it's really amazing and I really love it🥰 So i wanted to see your amazing writning with my request, here: So Malcolm and Reese (you can pick one if you want) and we got in a big fight and he accidentlly pushes us against the wall and we got injured (like really badly) and ye the hospital sirens and that but after some waiting doctor tells him that we didn't survive BUT on that he hears some familiar voice for him to wake up and when he wakes up (yea it was a nightmare) he saw us and he was like 😳 (shock) and when he remembers what happend and that he killed us he start's to break down and we have to comfort him😔 Also make us all cry >:3 I'm evil I know but still-🥲 (Also we was cuddiling up at our house so ye- Why not) Thank you if you will😊❤❤❤❤

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Summary: Reese has a bad dream and when he wakes up, only one person can make him feel better.

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It wasn’t unknown that Reese Wilkerson was a generally violent person. Most saw him as just a knuckle-headed brute. Someone who thought with his fists instead of his brain, some doubted he even had.

But, as cliche as it was, there was one person who was able to help him keep his cool. Y/n L/n was his girlfriend of two years. It was his longest relationship, which was a surprise to everyone. Who could be willing to spend so much of their time and affection on someone known by their entire town as the biggest bully ever?

Y/n could. And she did.

After a week of convincing that nothing bad would happen, Lois had finally allowed Reese to sleep over at Y/n’s house. This wasn’t the first time he had slept over, sometimes just needing a break from his family and the chaos, but she didn’t need to know that. She also didn’t need to know that Y/n’s parents wouldn’t be home.

It was late in the night when Y/n shot up in bed, a sudden ache on her cheek. A slap had taken her out of her restful state, and she looked around the room to find the culprit. It was dark, but she could make out Reese next to her, tossing and turning.

At first, Y/n just thought her boyfriend was trying to find a more comfortable position. But the dull pain in her cheek was out of mind when she heard a whimper, an uncommon noise to come from Reese.

Clearly in a bad dream, Reese continued to move around on the bed, flailing his arms and legs. Y/n dodged his limbs and grabbed his shoulders, trying to shake him awake.

“Reese, wake up!” She called out over the whimpers and rustling. After a few more attempts, Reese gasped as he woke up from the apparent nightmare. “Reese, are you okay?” Y/n asked gently.

Reese whipped his head to look at her. That’s when she noticed the scared expression on his face, cheeks wet with tears.

“Hun, are you- oof!” He cut her off by tightly winding his arms around her, bringing her close to him. She hugged him back, albeit a bit hesitantly. Yes, Reese was a pretty affectionate person at times. He liked others to know what was his. But this felt different.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes, Y/n stroking Reese’s back as his cries slowed down.

“Wanna talk about it?” Y/n asked quietly, gently pulling Reese back so she could look at him.

“I hurt you,” Reese muttered weakly as if he had just realized it. Y/n immediately brought a hand to cover her cheek.

“Reese, I’m fine.” The assurance did nothing to ease the boy.

“We were fighting.” It was then that Y/n realized that Reese wasn’t talking about what he accidentally did in his sleep. He was talking about the dream he was having. She kept quiet, encouraging him to continue. “I don’t even remember what it was about. But I got so, so angry. And I lost control. I pushed you and-”

Reese cut himself off with a deep inhale. His gaze stayed down on his hands in his lap.

“Your head hit the wall, and you stopped moving. I wanted to see if you were okay, but I couldn’t. I was stuck. It was like I was forcing myself to watch what I did to you.” He trailed off with a whimper. Y/n brought him back into her embrace.

“It was only a dream, Reese. It wasn’t real.”

“But that doesn’t mean I don’t think about it,” Reese argued. “I’m always scared that I’m gonna hurt you. That what everyone says is true and that I’m gonna mess up and you’re gonna leave.”

“That’s not gonna happen, Reese,” Y/n argued back. “Not in a million years.” She kissed his temple and rubbed his back again.

After a few moments, Reese pulled away from Y/n.

“Do you wanna go back to-”

“Did I do that?” Reese asked, cutting his girlfriend off as he looked at her face. He was done crying, so he could see more clearly. Her cheekbone was red, and the only explanation he could come up with was that he did it.

He was terrified.

“It’s fine, Reese.”

“Did. I. Do. That?”

Y/n sighed, knowing how stubborn the boy was.

“Yes.” She whispered. “But it was an accident. You were asleep.” She quickly added.

“I hurt you, Y/n.” There was nothing but disappointment in his tone.

“You weren’t even conscious, Reese.” Y/n took Reese’s hands which were tightly curled into fists. “It’s absolutely not your fault, hun.”

Reese knew that Y/n was also a stubborn person. So he knew that it’d be better to drop it. But he was still concerned.

“Does it hurt?” He asked, eyes still glued to the mark.

“Not really. Just a bit warm.” Y/n opened Reese’s hands out of the clenched position he had them in to lace his fingers with hers. “But you know what would help?”

“What?” Reese asked immediately. If there were anything to make Y/n feel better, he’d do it in a heartbeat.

“If we went back to bed.” That was definitely something he could do.

The two laid down, getting comfortable while holding each other. Reese was on his back, and Y/n was on her side. Her head was on his chest, and his hand brushed up and down her arm. Y/n was drifting off to sleep when Reese whispered to her.

“You know I’d never hurt you, right? Never intentionally.” Y/n grabbed Reese’s free hand, kissing his knuckles.

“Of course, I know. Never doubted it.”

#reese wilkerson x reader #reese wilkerson #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

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ifhy. (nsfw) dabi x bottom!male reader

pronouns: he/him

warnings: hate sex, a lot of cursing, a little bit of degrading, fucking on a counter (?) idk if that counts, and implied violence a little

a/n: sorry this took a while to write i was passed out for the past two days 😀👍

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ever since you entered the league of villains you've hated everything about the man. the cockiness, the way he talked, even the way he smiled, though he barely did. you wanted to prove you were better than him. due to the fact that he had a flashier quirk than you, he received more attention from tomura than you did.

everything about dabi pissed you off.

you weren't very subtle about it either, you made sure that dabi knew you didn't like him. In fact everyone in the league knew you hated his guts and they didn't want to get in the way of you two either, just so they don't get hit by the crossfire.

you challenged him one time during another one of shigaraki's meetings because he was taunting your abilities in the mission tomura assigned you to. the fight was pretty bad and thankfully kurogiri was there to stop you guys or else the hideout would've been burned to crisps in the matter of seconds.

believe it or not, there was actually one thing you hated more than dabi. it was how much you wanted to fuck the man. everytime you were with dabi, you were practically undressing him with your eyes. his tall and lean body, those ocean eyes you could melt in and the fact that you could see his pecs slightly due to his clothing.

you didn't want to admit it but you couldn't deny your own desires. not saying you would volunteeringly ask him to fuck you but if the oppurtunity came up you wouldn't say no either. there were times you touched yourself thinking about the black haired male deep inside you stuffing you full of his cum. he turned you on so much and you couldn't deny it.

it was another day were shigaraki excluded you from a mission. you didn't mind too much this time since you didn't want to go anyways. shigaraki and your ideals weren't similar but he recognized your strength and you recognized his authority.

you were resting at the bar table in the hideout and fixing yourself a drink. you knew kurogiri had to have some good booze hidden here somewhere. while ruffling under the counters you heard slow footsteps coming down the stairs. the person you wanted to see the least appeared in front of you.

"what are you doing back here, aren't you supposed to be with them?" you said in a cold tone.

"they don't need me anymore, they've got it handled. shigaraki's plan also failed once."

"wouldn't be surprised."

"fuck is that suppose to mean."

"i said what i said , burnt face."

you felt the atmosphere in the room tense up and so did dabi. you both stayed silent for a few seconds until he spoke again.

"real rich coming from someone who's been eye-fucking me ever since we entered the league together."

you were startled by his response. did you make it that obvious? you stopped looking for the alcohol and stood up.

"so what if i did, huh? i still fucking hate you, i don't know who in the right mine would want your cocky ass here but i guess some people just don't see how much of a piece shit you can be."

you could feel it in your bones a fight was about to go down. dabi wasn't the type to stay silent after you insult him. well, if he does try something you were ready to face him. backing off from something like this wasn't your style.

dabi walked closer to you and put his hand on the counter.

"i always thought you had a pretty face, what a shame it came with a shit personality." dabi said while cupping your cheek with his hand.

his touch felt so right against your skin. the male's hands weren't cold but it wasn't exactly warm either. you didn't know why it felt good but you didn't care either.

"don't fucking touch me, bastard." you said while slapping away dabi's hand.

you wanted dabi to touch you but you didn't want to admit it infront of him. in fact, he was getting too close to you for comfort and the tense atmosphere with just the two of you, him pushing you against the wall. even a nomu would know what he's trying to do.

“oh please, we all know you want it you fucking slut... you want me to fuck your brains out right on this counter, don’t lie to yourself.”

“don’t be so full of yourself, who do you think you are? just because i like your body doesn’t mean i like you.”

dabi turned around and started to walk away realizing you were being serious about this.

“then again, i'm not saying no. so if you want to prove me wrong, come and show me.” you said

dabi understood what you meant, he turned around and grabbed you by the waist pulling you in for a sloppy kiss.

you've never felt your heart beat so fast in your life before. you hands on his shoulders pulling him closer towards you. both of you struggled to take control of the kiss but dabi ended up winning this time.

after a few minutes the kiss broke and you wiped your mouth with your left arm.

"is that all you got bitch boy? c'mon there's no way you're this weak right?" you taunted

"you haven't seen nothing yet, you fucking squirt."

dabi said as he unbuckled his belt. you could see the thick outline of his cock under his boxers. it was so much bigger than you could’ve ever imagined all those times by yourself. dabi soon took off his boxers to show you the real deal. his cock was still half erect but it already looked too big to fit into your hole.

“you like it?” dabi asked with a smirk on his face

“tch, i’ve seen better.”

“oh? is that so.”

right after he said that, dabi grabbed your head and shoved it onto his dick, making you take his cock by all its length right away. you attempted to push yourself away but dabi’s hands were on your head the whole time. Soon enough you submitted to dabi and adjusted to his rhythm. after a while dabi finally let go of your head and pulled out his cock, this time fully erect. you couldn’t tell the exact size but it was practically double the size of what it was initially. during this entire time, you had an erection in your pants too. you were begging for a release preferably through dabi’s cock.

“c’mon sweet heart, we all know what you want. now show me that fucking ass and get on the counter.”

you stayed silent for a bit thinking whether or not to pass up this opportunity or take it. the decision was still in your hands because although dabi might be a villain he would never do something like this if he didn’t get their consent first. after considering, you realized this could be a once in a lifetime opportunity and agreed. you slid the bottom half of your clothing off and sat on the counter. you didn’t expect dabi for the type to ever get flustered but he did. when his eyes locked onto your ass and thighs his eyes widened just like when you saw his cock.

“bet you never had something like this huh~” you teased.

and just like your response earlier, dabi scoffed and said

“i’ve seen better.”

you were both impatient for what’s about to happen next. one person to be stuffed and the other to do the stuffing. dabi’s precum was the most lubricant he was ever going to use on you so without prepping he pushed his cock inside you. right away you felt a bit of pain under there but it quickly turned into pleasure after dabi moved around the area a bit more.

“f-fuck bitch… you’re tight huh…”

“nngh... tch, i told you AH-.”

“this is the good spot isn’t it~” dabi said as he pushed his dick further into you.

you moaned in pleasure as a response with grunts in between. you were feeling euphoric, this was the situation you’ve imagined so many times and now it’s finally coming true. you looked down at your own dick to see the tip of it leaking pre-cum. you couldn’t deny how good you felt at this point even if you wanted to.

“fucking hell… you fuck pretty good for some a-ah! who talks like a bitch.” you managed to make out.

“don’t talk with you ass full, slut.” dabi said as he yet again thrusted into you this time with even more force.

“and you wanted to deny it, look how good im making you feel. you’re gonna cum just from me fucking you in the ass.”

“you’re one to talk, i can feel all of your pre inside. i know you’re feeling just as good as i am don’t lie to me.”

you two gave each other a smirk as if this was some kind of competition of who can make the other person feel better. well it is, but in an aggressive way.

as both of you were getting close the moans and grunts started to become more frequent.

"hgh! im fucking cumming." dabi grunted out

"a-ah fuck! me too." you replied

the two of you came at the same time. pants filled the room with dabi still inside you.

"heh… not bad y/n."

"that's the first time you said my name, dabi."

"the same goes for you."

"i still fucking hate you by the way."

"the same goes for you."

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