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dr3c0mix · 1 year

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More yandere bully pwetty please 🥺

I gotchu babagorl 🔥

Yandere!Bully x GN Reader pt.2

CW: harrassment, dub-con kissing, creep behavior (not from him...ish)

🖤 It's been a few months since Adrian started bullying you, and by bullying you mean weirdly following you around like a lost puppy and getting defensive if you say anything about it.

🖤 You've made a few friends, much to his dismay, who invited you to a party at one of their houses. They didn't say anything else about it other than it would be pretty wild.

🖤 Adrian was eavesdropping on the conversation you had with your friends and decided to go too, it didn't matter whether he was invited of not, he had to keep an eye on you in case you snitch about the stuff he did to you. and also because he's scared you'll meet someone you like, you're his! he can't let someone as cute as you leave him!

🖤 The party was indeed wild; you didn't expect there to be so many people. Loud music was blaring out of large speakers, people were roughhousing and drinking themselves silly, you think a window of two was broken...

🖤 You stayed anyway, trying your best to enjoy the party as your friends go off and greet other friends of theirs.

🖤 Adrian's car pulls up at the house, he already saw people making out on the porch outside and his heart beat fast thinking about if one of those people were you right now. he can't let that happen!

🖤 He pushed through the crowd inside and finally caught sigh of you in the corner of the living room with a red cup in your hand. His face lit up, but his happiness leaves him just as quickly as it came when he sees a guy approach you, clearly drunk out of his mind.

🖤 He sees red when the creep starts chatting you up, even though you were clearly uncomfortable with it.

🖤 "Hey! Who do you think you are hitting on them? Get out of here before I bash your skull in!"

🖤 He grabs the guy by the collar before shoving his away, the poor dude running off in a hurry.

🖤 You blink twice at Adrian as he turns to check on you with the softest look you've ever seen on him.

🖤 "N-nerd! Are you alright? Did he do anything?"

🖤 You shook your head and he sighs in relief. His expression soon changes to a frustrated one.

🖤 He grabs your hand and leads you outside, you start protesting, trying to pull your hand away from his but he's too damn strong.

🖤 Finally you ask where he's taking you and he leads you to the back of the house. He pins you to the wall and stares at you with wide eyes.

🖤 You felt the loud music from inside send vibrations across the house as his heavy breaths made your cheeks flush pink.

🖤 "You don't let anyone do that to you understand me, Freak? You're supposed to me mine do you hear me?"

🖤 His fists ball up, not in anger but frustration that he saw someone talk to what was his.

🖤 You stumble in your words, confused as to what he meant by 'mine'.

🖤 Suddenly you felt his lips crash into yours, one of his arms pulling your waist closer while his other hand held your head in place.

🖤 You place your hands on his arms as you start to kiss back softly, melting into the kiss. he pulls away, now bringing his mouth to your neck.

🖤 You could only whimper and moan softly as he left kisses and love bites on your neck, going unnoticed by anyone in the party.

🖤 "You're mine, no one else's, God you don't know what you do to me..."

🖤 He continued whispering praises and confessions to you, how the way you laughed with your friends made him want to get rid of them so the only thing you'd talk with was him, how he'd think about you every night, most times about you under him as you two shared passionate kisses, how he wished for so long to hold you like this.

🖤 Tears fall from your eyes as he takes his hand and wipes them away, kissing your stained cheeks.

🖤 Eventually he pulls away from you, grabbing your upper arm and leading you to his car.

🖤 "Come on loser, I'm driving you home...and s-stop crying...here, have a tissue...uhm...I..I love you...Nerd..."

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vmpiires · 1 month

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﹆₊ 中毒‧₊˚ ADDICTED TO YOU, KAMO CHOSO

𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ﹆₊ 概要 ‧₊˚ touch starved for 150 years. wc, 1.31K. dark mode recommended.

␥ note. i got this idea from a comic strip i saw on twitter by one of my fav chosoyuki ship artists. the second i saw it i knew i had to get on here and type something up. (also i finally figured out how to change the font colors by myself). hope ya enjoyyyyy. reblog to support meeee

␥ tags. modern AU [still a curse], female anatomy, fluff, no smut, etc. lmk if i missed anything

␥ misc. masterlist AO3

it's been three years since you and choso started dating, but you still can't get enough of the way he reacts to your touch. whenever your soft hands brush against his body, you notice him tensing up involuntarily—almost as if it's a reflex. these small, shy gestures from him make you feel incredibly special as you know that it means he trusts you and is comfortable around you. you adore the fact that he still gets flustered around you, even after all this time.

upon your first encounter with choso, you couldn't help but notice his quiet demeanor. it became quite evident that he wasn't much of a talker, and as a result, he often found himself feeling isolated in public areas. except for his conversations with his brother, itadori, there were only one or two other individuals with whom choso conversed. this lack of social interaction left him quite lonely, and it was evident that he struggled to form connections with others.

it was quite apparent that you showed a genuine interest in him from the very beginning. despite being attractive, he always seemed to blend in with the crowd and go unnoticed. it was as if his presence never made any significant impact on anyone.

however, your keen eye picked up on his unique qualities and personality, which made him stand out amongst the rest. he was grateful for your attention, and it was evident that he appreciated it deeply. your interest in him not only boosted his confidence but also gave him a sense of purpose and belonging.

as you approached choso, he flinched and tensed up, clearly caught off guard by your sudden proximity. it was evident that he was not used to being touched outside of battle. however, as you placed your hands on his body, he visibly blushed, his cheeks redder than ever before. he looked at you with a mixture of surprise and confusion, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. for the first time in 150 years, someone had dared to touch him outside of battle, and he was clearly taken aback by the unexpected physical contact.

choso found the entire incident quite peculiar and perplexing. it has been quite some time since that day, yet he can still vividly recall the exact spot where you placed your hand—right on his shoulder. the sensation lingers, almost as if the touch had left a mark deep within him. despite his best efforts, he is unable to shake off the feeling of unease that has settled within him ever since.

your touch is something that he would never forget, and if he said he didn't enjoy it, he'd be lying. you had an undeniable ability to leave a lasting impression on him.

you were working on an important project and stayed up until the early hours of the morning. as the clock struck four, you found yourself lying on the floor next to choso's futon. he was sleeping peacefully, his hair fanned out over the pillow beneath him.

your sleep was restless, and you moved around a lot, which could be quite annoying to others. though, choso didn't seem to mind too much, at least not tonight. suddenly, you accidentally hit the back of his head with your elbow, causing him to wake up abruptly. he looked at you with a stern expression, his lips pursed tightly together as he tried to regain his composure.

choso observed you as you slept and wondered why you hadn't been working on your project that was due soon. his eyelids narrowed into slits, and he rolled his eyes in frustration. he couldn't understand how someone could waste valuable time like this when there was important work to be done.

"hey," choso called your name. "wake-"

before choso could reprimand you for falling asleep, he could feel your arms slide underneath his and wrap around his torso, just beneath his chest. your warm breath against his neck was oddly comforting. choso lay on his futon, flustered and surprised as your grip grew tighter around his body.

the sensation that he was experiencing was completely new to him. it reminded him of the first time you had touched him gently on the shoulder. he let out a deep sigh and turned over, his face sinking slowly into the softness of his pillow. the feeling lingered, and he couldn't help but wonder what it meant. he wasn't sure if it was a sign of something new and exciting, or if it was something to be worried about. the uncertainty weighed heavily on his mind as he drifted off to sleep.

sunlight beamed brightly through the bedroom as morning approached. an alarm from your phone could be heard before instantly shutting it off. while you were sprawled out over the futon, choso was pressed up against you, his arms loosely wrapped around your body and his head buried into the crook of your neck.

as the sunlight filtered through the windows, both of you groaned in unison, your eyes squinting to shield themselves from the bright light in the bedroom. you exchanged a brief glance before you shot up from the bed, stretching your arms and letting out a loud yawn. the warmth of the sun's rays seemed to be beckoning you to start the day.

you found yourself rousing from a sudden nap, feeling disoriented and a bit groggy. you rubbed the tiredness from your eyes, trying to regain your bearings, when you noticed choso sitting beside you, his head propped up with his elbow against the pillow. it seemed that you had blacked out without realizing it.

"damn, i wasn't planning on falling asleep. i didn't even realize i went to sleep until now." you yawn again, holding your hand over your mouth to suppress how loud it is. "how come you didn't wake me up?"

as you locked eyes with him for the second time that morning, he couldn't help but feel a sudden rush of memories from the previous night flooding his mind. his cheeks flushed with embarrassment as he relived those moments in his head, but those feelings quickly dissipated when he forcefully broke contact with you. he rolled his eyes, perhaps trying to shake off that awkwardness and bring himself back to the present moment.

"i was asleep, how could i wake you up?" choso replied, his eyes narrowing slightly. "and how did you end up next to my futon?"

as you sat beside the futon next to choso, you couldn't help but notice his attempts to seem annoyed with your behavior. though, as the night wore on, it became clear that he was struggling to stay awake. eventually, he succumbed to exhaustion and fell asleep, his bare torso exposed to the cool air of the room. seeing him shiver, you gently pulled the sheets over him, tucking him in with care. he had been hugging his own body to keep warm.

"don't know...i was so bored that i didn't know what to do with myself," you replied as you finally stood up, giving yourself another good stretch and kissing choso on his head, gently tugging his jet black locks as you did.

the experience of being hugged after a prolonged period of 150 years was a truly transformative one for him. the male had initially feigned irritation at you succumbing to your sleepiness and falling asleep, but in truth, he was struggling to contain his desire to prolong the embrace.

it wasn't because he was trying to be helpful or responsible in any way, but rather because he simply wanted to bask in the warmth and comfort of the embrace for just a little bit longer. the sensation of having his body hugged after such a long time had shifted his perspective on many things, leaving him feeling a sense of awe and wonder at the power of human connection.

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weirdworldofwinnie · 6 months

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A Safe Way Out

Jonathan Breech x Female Reader (NSFW 18+ only)

Summary: You're a very shy patient at the psychiatric hospital and the newest inpatient part of the therapy group has to be the cutest man you've ever seen, and he takes an interest in you, but he's not quite as innocent as he looks.

Word Count: ~3,384

Warnings: Smut (unprotected sex), loss of virginity/innocent reader, cum squirting, oral (fem receiving), mental illness, past trauma, talk of depression and suicide, some angst, language

Disclaimer: This just fantasy/fiction, I do not own anything from the 2001 Irish film On the Edge starring Cillian Murphy.

Breech, Jonathan.

He was surely the prettiest person you'd ever witnessed admitted to this institution that he could make both men and even women jealous, even though his pajamas were ill-fittingly too short and he had a cocky attitude that didn't go unnoticed by the staff and other patients, but he wasn't a total asshole... at least you hoped.

At the couple of group therapy sessions he attended he was rebellious, giving the always tired (but very patient) Dr. Figure grief through ample sarcasm that made you stifle smirks, but as usual you never spoke much, being selectively mute unless you were forced to answer a question from Dr. Figure. They didn't give any drugs to dope up; the doctor didn't think you nor the small group you were part of needed them, but sometimes you wished they would so you didn't have to participate in these stupid sessions that went in half-spun circles and could just conk out in your room or outside.

You had been submitted here by your estranged parents after a series of concerning events that you had tried to mentally block out, including attempting to take your own life because of bullying and abuse; you were not able to ever acclimate fully to society because of it, which led you to being stuck in this place, mentally spinning wheels while growing more and more wary of the outside world everyday. Jonathan was the opposite; he had a spark of defiance and a fire you didn't have enough oxygen for to nourish for yourself. He clearly didn't think he really belonged here and in a way, you sort of admired him even if he was a bit strange and potentially dangerous... He was certainly an exciting refresher in such a dull, day-to-day drudgery.

One day after walking out of yet another mildly frustrating therapy session, he stepped in front of you in the hall as you were making your way back to your room alone, a curious light in his stunningly blue excuses for eyeballs.

"Hey, you mind if I join ya in your room?" he asked suddenly and you froze, uncertain of how to react. You only ever minimally interacted one-on-one with people you trusted... Fellow patient Nick kept saying Jonathan wasn't to be trusted, but Nick was also kind of a paranoid weirdo that always was listening to his headphones, so what did he know?

Jonathan seemed to sense your hesitation and he grinned, trying to put you at ease or maybe he was just messing with you. Either way, you had to hide your intrigue in case he was pulling your leg.

"Don't look spooked out, I'm just so fucking bored at this place and you're pretty cute, but you never really talk... I just wanna get to know ya better," he explained sincerely, but you still felt wary.

"Can I see your room at least?" he asked innocently and you finally gave him a shy nod, causing him to smile in broad relief that reminded you of the last rays of sunlight splashing upon the cliffs.

He walked along beside you, swinging his arms back and forth a bit as if he was winding himself up, all the way to your room and past an orderly who gave him a suspicious glance, but you gave the man a thumbs up to let him know it was fine. Security here was surprisingly not as strict as one would imagine for a psychiatric hospital and the younger patients tended to sneak out once a week to the city with minimal repercussions. They always came back anyway.

You reached your designated room and opened the door slowly, and Jonathan strolled in after you, sighing loudly.

"Oh, would'ja look at that - they gave you the fanciest room they've got," he commented sarcastically as you sat down on the small bed, tucking your knees up to your chest and he stood, surveying you and scene for a second and then joining to sit, copying your posture. He fiddled with his slippers for a minute and then turned to you curiously.

"So lemme get this right: You only talk when or if you have ta?"

"Yeah," you mumbled and he nodded sagely.

"That's an interesting way to deal with people. Don't blame ya, lot of wanks out there not worth being spoken to. What's your name - I mean, I know it from the meeting, but can you say it?" he asked, however unlike any doctor, it wasn't clinical or judgmental. He truly seemed interested and so you whispered your first name aloud to the floor.

"It's a nice name. How old are you?" You could hear the smile in his deep voice.

"T-Twenty two," you responded with a slight stutter, too fluttery to be able to meet his gaze.

"Fuck, that's older than me... I'm nineteen, but you know already know that. You ever been anywhere outside of Dublin?"

You looked away, not answering. If you ever had, you'd been too small to remember.

"How long you've been here?" he asked curiously and you splayed your hand, palm up towards him.

"Five weeks or five years?"

"Years," you whispered and he was silent for a few minutes, picking at the hem of his baby blue pajama pants.

"So much for the road to recovery, eh?" he scoffed and you just shrugged.

He put his legs down, feet flat on the floor and crossing his arms tight to his chest, wearing that oversized silly orange patterned sweater of his. He sniffed and bit his lip, glancing up at the bare ceiling as if he would find the answers to existence there.

"Something happened to you, I know. Shit, something happened to us all here. It's okay if you don't wanna or can't talk 'bout it. But I can't figure out if you have the same thoughts me and the others have? You know, what the doc locks us up for... suicidal? Like there's no fucking point to this blip of existence? And they think we're nuts, but we just seein' the truth."

You slowly pulled up your sleeve, exposing the faint scars etched into your left wrist, remnants of cutting attempts to escape life before you had been dumped off in this place indefinitely. You had never tried it since and were now an adult and could seek the means to leave if you truly wanted to, but there was nothing out there in the world for you.

"See this pinky finger?" Jonathan asked suddenly, poking up his baby finger and you nodded, interested.

"I was just trying to get rid of what was left of me old Da and the damn car didn't do the job right. Could've broken neck but all I broke was me baby finger. Least you've got the scars there to prove survivin'." He sighed heavily, almost disappointed, and you spoke the first sentence you had in days, your voice hushed from disuse.

"Why do ya wanna die?"

He blinked, giving you a meaningful glance and his full lips stretched into a tight ironic smile.

"I don't want to die; I don't want to be alive. I'm just a fucking living ghost, we all are... Doesn't that realization scare the wits outta ya?"

He looked away at the wall, blinking as the drippy tears escaped and his mouth quivered in quiet anguish, his dewy face scrunching up. You reached over and touched his cheek, catching a tear rolling down his smooth pallid skin and wiping it off tenderly. He sniffled, embarrassed, and gently took your wrist and whispered emphatically.

"I like you, Y/N. You don't freak out or talk down to me or bitch about your own problems. You're unique, but I'm thinking ya too cute to be truly crazy."

"Cute?" you repeated and he grinned at hearing your high breathy voice.

"Don't be so afraid to talk, you got a pretty voice. Bet nobody be calling ya cute in a long time, right?"

You shrugged sheepishly and he tilted your chin up with his fingers, tracing the outline of your face fondly and you blushed, not used to being touched by anyone like that. It was... comforting, a feeling you had been very numb to for some time. His pinkish lips parted and he tilted his head slightly, mouth gaping in anticipation for a kiss but you froze, unsure and not wanting to take the lead.

"I want a kiss," he murmured and the way he said it made you draw closer, trusting the process. He closed his eyes and blindly groped your lips, sucking, and then his tongue dove in with a surprising force, swirling around your mouth and he gripped the sides of your head in a vice, cutting off any resistance... Not that you were repulsed in any way once the initial shock wore off.

He broke away after several seconds, gasping and licking his lips hungrily.

"Mm, didja like that?"

Your cheeks became pink and he glanced over your head at the windowpanes being pattered with a steady rain and it was growing dimmer outside, evening approaching with a cloaking storm, and it reflected in the dull colors of the room that was becoming muted of natural light.

"Can I show you something?" he asked huskily, shifting on the bed restlessly.

You ducked your chin in affirmative, heart fluttering in uncertainty as he reached to yank his sweater and pajama shirt over his head, leaving him with a bare chest. You stared, fascinated in his anatomy; it had been so long since you'd seen anyone without some clothing on. He grinned, pointing awkwardly to your own chest.

"So, uh, now this... this'll be the part where you remove your garment," he instructed and cautiously, you unbuttoned your pj's and you never wore a bra, so soon he was facing your naked breasts with your nipples hardening from the airy exposure.

"Really cute," he breathed, gently putting a finger to your right nipple and pressing lightly, stroking around the center and then drawing a line to the other breast, doing the same to that one and you shivered, feeling a strange pull in your stomach that was borderline butterflies. He leaned back, bouncing up slightly on the bed and kicking his slippers off to the floor.

"But hold on, there's more to see," he said with a verging mischievous excitement. You'd never seen him look so genuinely joyful and as he tugged down his pj bottoms, you blinked, faced with a protruding bugle in his white underwear.

After a beat, he removed his boxers, springing forth a stiff appendage that you'd never in the flesh on a man, well, in its erect state at least.

"Want to touch it? It doesn't bite," Jonathan joked with a lazy grin and you cautiously extended a hand and put your fingers on the glistening tip. It was definitely moist and firmly solid, and he shuddered through a breath of arousal.

"Wet," you observed and he laughed, scooting closer so his penis was resting in your hands.

"I like it when you touch me there, don't stop," he begged and you felt him up, amused at his reaction.

He twitched in your palms as you ran careful fingers up his fleshy length and to his balls, lightly petting the coarse dark hair nesting around them, and he shivered pleasurably, resisting the urge to already ejaculate.

"Feelin' good?" you asked fondly, seeing his mouth agape and eyes nearly rolling back.

"Too fuckin' good, need to stop before I cum too quick. Wanna enjoy this... Lemme have at that pussy of yours now instead of using me dick, m'kay?"

You could tell it wasn't a question, but you weren't sure what he meant entirely. You eased off his genitalia, cock dripping slightly, and sat back, waiting for him to elaborate.

"Here," Jonathan murmured and his hands went to your waist, teasing down the waistband of your pj's and pushing the pants down your legs, letting you wiggle out and kick them to the floor, along with your slippers. He stared for a full ten seconds at your womanhood, biting his lip and swirling his tongue around his mouth, before he bent down and spread your legs apart. You tried to ask him what was going to happen, but he dove in already, tongue flicking at your delicate folds with attempted precision. You gasped audibly at the new sensation and he clamped hands down on your thighs, clinging on as he maneuvered his thick tongue faster and you grabbed at a fistful of his hair, shaking from the unfamiliarity and equal anticipation as your body seemed to take control of natural instincts and budding arousal grew stronger.

He just wanted to warm you up though, and he withdrew his tongue soon, lips glistening with a tiny smear of discharge. Your bare chest rose and fell in rhythm as he surveyed the fresh terrain, just aching for more. You very well might be a complete virgin and that prospect tantalized him yet also privately frightened him of messing up. Of course he'd been with girls before, but they weren't this sheltered and sweet. He may corrupt you and alter the course of this extremely new friendship, which in his mind was always meant to become more of a relationship; the moment he saw you he knew he needed to get in your pants.

"Eh, give it a go," Jonathan told himself forcibly and his finger jerked onto your entrance, worming in needily and making you squeak in surprise. He shushed you, zipping his lips with his free hand, giving you a clear message that it wasn't wise to make unusual noises. Even though it wasn't like there was cameras in the rooms, one couldn't be too careful. If Dr. Figure found out his newest unstable patient, the same one that pledged not to kill himself before New Year's Eve, was somewhat taking advantage of a virgin he just met in her own room, the doc would be most displeased.

Nevertheless, whimpers escaped from your throat as he pressed further to your clit and moved another finger to join the first, uncomfortably stretching into your walls. Despite the stinging pain, you felt an decent amount of wetness pooling from your vagina, almost like peeing, and clenched reflexively, hitting his knuckles.

"Oh, I'm thinking it's ready," he whispered impatiently, wriggling his digits away with a squelch and wiping your light drizzle of cum on his cock.

Before you could react, he adjusted position and slid on top of you, pressing his body down onto your bare one and rubbing his full cock in-between your thighs.

You gasped when he began to shove in rather roughly, squirming into your tight unbroken hole and you looked up at his face, watching his hair askew slightly and you noticed a scar above his eyebrow you hadn't noticed before. You wrapped your arms around his neck, afraid to get pinned underneath him, and tried to buck and roll with the motion, but it was getting painful.

"Hurts," you whimpered into his ear as he thrusted further.

"Not gonna hurt in a minute, baby," he whispered, too in heat to stop and consider much else and he clapped a hand over your mouth to stifle any more alarming noises.

"C-Can't go-go all the way in," he panted, his skin slapping yours and rocking the whole small bed.

Sure enough, the pain became more bearable though the more he worked you and pleasure eventually overturned it altogether, the bursting bloom of an orgasm that was very likely the best feeling that had ever happened to you. You sank your mouth on his shoulder to stifle a cry, careful to not bite too deeply, and then mewled into his neck, panting heavily along with him and digging your fingers into his brown scrubby sideburns and floppy hair.

"Mm, fuc-fucking good, ya likin' it, eh?" Jonathan choked out in a whisper and you couldn't respond, too taken by this incredible euphoria and the way his cock flexed inside close at your cervix. You weren't sure how long he could stay in without it becoming too uncomfortable, but he lifted up slightly, grunting softly at his own arousal and effort.

He pulled out just in time, finishing outside by squirting hot ropes of milky cum all over your vagina, stomach, and legs. The bedsheets took a few splatters as well and he heaved in relief as you laid there, utterly stunned at his sexual performance. You had squirted a little bit too and it had intermixed with his juices that you couldn't tell which was from whom. It was so intimate and gross and a big part of you absolutely loved it, having never been in such a situation before... It was exciting and playful.

He swiped two fingers through the fluids and spread it on your thighs further, encouraging you to feel it as well and you giggled at him taking your own fingers and guiding them up to his face, dotting his chin with cum.

Jonathan then sat back on his haunches and admired you, catching his breath and listening to the steady patter of rain. You rolled over onto your side and your eyes widened at a couple spots of blood on the sheets and he looked down in causal observance.

"Ah, that'd be normal, don't worry," he assured with a chuckle.

"Though, uh, maybe we'd better try to hide it case they come collect the sheets tomorrow," he realized on second thought.

"I say I been bleeding, on my cycle," you offered as an explanation.

"Yeah, that'd be good cover," he agreed and climbed off, picking up his clothing and shimmying back into the pajamas and sweater.

"Look, I'll get us some towels or somethin' from the bathroom," he said, walking quietly to the door and opening it with a peering glance out, but the coast was clear. Most patients should be in their rooms by now anyhow.

You relaxed in a post-orgasmic trance while he was gone, listening to the dripping weather outside and wondering how you'd be able to be normal around him tomorrow.

The door squeaked open softly a couple minutes later and Jonathan came back inside with a bundle of torn sheets of toilet paper clutched in his hand.

"Couldn't get towels, so I took some shit paper that'll have ta do instead," he announced with dry amusement and he used it to wipe you clean of the wet mess and you thanked him quietly, grateful to be dry again for it had become rather cold and tingly on your skin. You automatically flinched a fraction when he wiped at your folds, as you were raw and sore, but he was fairly gentle. When he finished, Jonathan moved in very close as if for a kiss, but only whispered near to your ear, tickling your earlobe with his warm breath.

"Don't tell anyone about what we did... just a little secret, m'kay? Though I guess you wouldn't be blabbin' to anyone else anyway," he chuckled darkly, but it wasn't mean.

"Maybe we can see each other again?" he proposed as he balled up the soiled toilet paper and retreated back towards the door.

"Okay, Jonathan," you whispered in reply and he flushed at the sound of his name on your lips.

"I think you'll be my new therapy, better than anything that wanker of a Freud psychiatrist can offer." He paused, shuffling his feet and then glanced up daringly, determination in his blue orbs.

"We'll find a way out soon, a safe way out, me and you and Rachel and Toby... and I'll show you how to have a good time at the pub, eh? Like the sound of that?"

You only smiled as he turned to exit, but then abruptly paused and bit his lip as he looked back at you with a yearning, like what the two of you had just done still wasn't enough.

"Abair do phaidreacha agus codhladh sámh," he spoke in Gaelic and you translated back softly with a meaningful smile.

"Say your prayers and sleep well."

With a dip of his head and smug, yet almost childlike smile, Jonathan ducked out the door and was gone for the night.

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gabessquishytum · 1 month

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Lord Time and Lady Night casually drop it over the dinner that Dream is getting married next weekend. The fiancé is alpha Roderick Burgess, and Dream is absolutely terrified. The old fucker has been trying to court him for a long time. Dream has flat-out rejected him, which, obviously, didn't help in the slightest: Duke Burgess is rich AF, has the title, and Dream's parents consider him a good match. Dream knows that there's no way for him to cancel the wedding - his parents would make him go down the altar even if it's the last thing he does in his life. But he can pull a runaway bride before it's too late! He understands that it's a matter of time till he's found; besides, omegas are not allowed to live on their own. There's only one solution - Dream needs not only to escape but to be mated. If he gets a mating bite, he'd be legally bound to another alpha, and neither his parents nor Burgess would have a say in his life. Easier to be said than done! No sane alpha would dare to mate Dream Endless, the son of Lord Time, no matter how beautiful he looks and how enticing he smells. Moreover, Dream doesn't want to escape one prison just to get into another one - he wants someone good and understanding. Things that Roderick is not. Anyway, the time is running out, and Dream runs away into the night. He rides as long as he can, but even his horse Jessamy, as awesome as she is, needs some rest. And food. And so does Dream, for he couldn't take any supplies from the manor to avoid suspicions. Reluctantly, Dream decides to spend the night in The White Horse Inn. It is far from the manor, and if his absence goes unnoticed until breakfast, he'll be able to rest and buy enough stuff to wait out a few days in the forest. Or, if he's lucky enough, to meet someone agreeable to mate him. Hob Gadling, the innkeeper, recognizes Dream from the start. But even if he didn't, Dream's attire and manners just scream he's nobility who has never been to such places. And he smells like an unmated omega who is prohibited to travel on his own... Still, Hob doesn't need a title to tell when an omega is distressed, and Dream is clearly in trouble. Hob welcomes him like a dear friend, serves him dinner, ensures the omega's horse is comfortable at the stable, and goes back to try to find out what's happened to his guest. Maybe he can help? He also tries very hard not to stare - the stories of Dream's heavenly beauty turned out to be true, and Hob's only an alpha... Dream realizes it's now or never. He must seduce Hob! Even if Hob refuses to bite him, perhaps Dream would be of no interest to Burgess if he's 'second-hand.' To secure a bite would be better, though. If only Dream knew how to lure this strong, kind, and caring alpha into bedding him...

I'm obsessed with this - the mere image of rich, sheltered and shy omega Dream desperately attempting to seduce Hob is absolutely charming. Dream knows plenty about drawing-room small talk, about the weather and one's health and the state of the roads... but he knows very little about passion. Or what an alpha might truly want. He's almost in tears with frustration as Hob kindly rebuffs his clumsy attempts to flirt. He's desperate and tired and kind of a little worked up because Hob is actually kind of sexy.......

Hob kind of wants to laugh, but he's not that mean. So he takes Dream through into his own private little sitting room and makes him explain the whole story from the beginning. He's not promising anything, but he will try to help if he can.

About an hour later he's between Dream’s legs, thinking that this isn't exactly the kind of "help" that he'd envisaged providing. But Dream is no longer just a desperate runaway. He's an omega growing into himself, becoming himself. He's got his hand fisted in Hob’s hair and he's demanding more. Hob obeys him without question. If the church was open at such a late hour he'd take Dream down there right now and marry him on the spot, both of them smelling like sex and cum and all.

And when Dream demands to be bitten in his haughty lordly voice, well. Hob IS only an alpha... what can he do but obey, and make sure that this beautiful, spirited omega remains free of Burgess? Hob intends to be Dream’s mate of course, but he also intends to set Dream properly free. Help him be the person he was always meant to be. He can't wait to see how it all turns out.

#the sandman #dreamling #nsft #cw omegaverse

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benkeibear · 1 year

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⋆꙳✧༄ My king

❖ Character: Barou

❖ Reader: genderneutral | AFAB

❖ Wordcount: 1.2k

❖ Summary: Barou lost a match and is frustrated- you help him relax in the best way possible

❖ WARNINGS: sub!reader, degradation, no prep, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking (like once or twice), reader getting called "slut", Barou taking out his frustrations on you (consensual)

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You had just finished folding the freshly washed laundry when Barou came back home from his friendly training match. The tension in his body didn't go by unnoticed by you as he walked in, a vein below his eye seemed to pulse from the frustration he held. When you went to greet him like you usually do and asked how the match went, he groaned “Just shut it” he barked at you, clearly not in the mood to have a conversation now. All you could do now was to watch him storm off into the bathroom to take a well deserved shower.

The loud noise of the door slamming shut made you wince, the walls almost shaking from how hard he punched the tiled walls in your bathroom. You knew very well that he could get upset, even angry after losing a match due to “the incompetence of others” but this seemed different somehow and it made you worry.

You decided to wait a moment to collect your thoughts and give him some time to cool off before you dared to approach the bathroom door, hesitating to open it as your hand rested on the handle. Barou was pacing around the bathroom, another punch rattling the walls of your home. When it got more quiet inside, you took a deep breath before knocking on the door, wanting to ask if he could let you in so you could wash his hair or take a bath with him - hoping this would help him relax.

The door got ripped open so suddenly that you took a step back in surprise, Barou, now standing in front of you as the anger clearly still radiated off of him. “What?! Out of my way” he hissed and you immediately made way. “Shoei… please calm down. Tell me What happened?” You asked with a soft voice, hoping it will somehow reach through that stubborn skull of his but it was to no avail.

Before you knew it he had you backed up against the closest wall to cage you in, so close you could feel his breath tickle your skin as he grabbed your jaw harshly so you would look at him. “You want to know what happened? We didn't win. Now get lost, I don't want to make you cry” he warned you, a dangerous glint residing in his eyes and it was the truth - in these moments he might say things he didn't mean. You gulped and nodded as much as his tight grip on you allowed it “but i want you to make me cry” you whisper, a little smirk dancing in your lips now and he immediately understood. Without much effort he tossed you onto the bed, his calloused hands manhandling you in ways he wanted to, groping at the tender flesh of your breasts before flipping you over onto all fours, your head buried in the soft pillows beneath.

The ripping of your clothes made your ears ring but he had no nerves to undress you properly “Gonna buy you new stuff” he grumbled, knowing how much you hated it when he ripped through your favorite pieces but he couldn't help himself - you were offering yourself to him like this after all. When he spread your folds to spit onto your cunt he chuckled “You're such a slut. Already so drenched and i haven't even touched you” he growled, growing hard from the view you gave him.

The next thing you could feel was the tip of his thick length pressed against your entrance before you felt it pushing past it, making you cry out from the stretch he gave you. You could feel how he struggled to push himself all the way inside, your walls gripping him like a vice which made him pant above you “‘s fucking tight” he hissed out, giving your plush ass a slap tp make you focus on something else and it was enough to push himself in all the way which made you gasp, the world spinning. A glance to your blissed out face, so short you almost missed it, gave him all the permission he needed to go on, always making sure to check for any signs of discomfort, no matter how lost he got - seriously hurting you was the last thing on his mind. You had no time to adjust to the cock buried deep inside of you before he began to fuck you in a rather fast pace while his grip on your hips was sure to leave bruises in the aftermath.

All you could do was to wail and moan into the pillows beneath you as his thrusts grew in power and his grunting got more animalistic above you. It was hard keeping yourself up since his thrusts pushed you further into the soft mattress until you finally ended up laying on your stomach. His grip on your hips didn't change however but with the way his whole weight rested on you made it feel so much deeper. “Such a good little slut, losing your mind over my cock” he moaned low as his grip changed to wrap one of his arms around your hips, angling them a title higher to kiss your cervix with the tip of his length at every thrust he delivered. “So fucking filthy, creaming over me like this” he continued his degradation. His words and the way he used you as nothing but his personal fleshlight made your head spin and your eyes water at the same time as your high washed over you like a wave of pure pleasure. The only thing you could do was to scream his name until it fell off your lips like an obscene prayer. “Let everyone know who makes you feel this good, angel” he rasped into your ear, making your hair in the nape of your neck rise. His pace faltered for a moment, becoming more gentle when he saw the tears roll over your cheeks but the way you moaned and tried to rock yourself against him so desperately to meet his thrusts let him knew that you're far from done so he picked his pace up again, his free hand pressing your head further into the pillows in an act to dominate you even more.

Two orgasms later, you were nothing but a babbling mess, a wet patch beneath your still dripping core forming as you kept whimpering “my king” unable to get anything else out of your pretty mouth while he shot his hot cum deep inside of you, to let him claim you as his. “That's right angel, i'm right here” he hummed into your ear before kissing your temple lovingly. His thrusts finally slowed down and ceased completely when he pulled out of you, watching a mixture of his cum and your juices leak out of your sore cunt. Without hesitation Barou scooped you into his strong arms “You were so good to me. Such a good little angel” he whispered when he saw that you can barely stay awake anymore.

Seeing you sleeping in his arms after he just treated you so rough made him chuckle to himself as he carried you to the bathroom to clean you up. You truly knew how to calm him down but he would never admit that you had him, the king, so tightly wrapped around your finger.

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#blue lock x reader #blue lock smut #barou x reader #barou smut #barou x you #barou shoei #blue lock barou #bllk x reader #bllk smut #bllk barou #blue lock x you

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luneariaa · 7 months

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hehe nanami brainrot. just a lil imagine. not proofread.

The sound of glass breaking from the distance filled your senses. Nanami stood there, looking deadly serious; his whole demeanor in general radiates frustration and anger, especially when his gaze landed on Haruta.

You could've sworn that this is the side of him that you rarely ever seen. It's like a completely whole new side to him, compared to his usually composed and calm self. It's almost scary, yet it still managed to make you wanting to see more. In a way, that is.

You feel quite helpless at the moment, remaining in your seated position somewhere a bit safer since you got injured during a fight not too far earlier. Left no choice but to witness the whole fight for now. Nanami would've disapprove of you joining the fight against Haruta because of your current condition.

He didn't even give any proper chance for Haruta to speak-- obviously ticked off by what just happened and kept hitting him without mercy.

How strong is he, actually? He managed to not even get a single scratch from the whole fight. The massive gap in experience and sheer skill is clearly apparent, and your train of thoughts are cut off when Nanami sent Haruta flying through the walls.

Damn..

He then begins to approach you steadily, which causes your eyes to widen slightly; though not out of fear.

Once the distance is close enough, he kneels in front of you; inspecting the injury that you've gotten on your side area.

"That looks pretty bad," Nanami commented, before applying some pressure to the wound slowly with some sort of cloth, which made you wince a bit at the rather painful sensation.

"Sorry, but I need to stop the bleeding first. Please hold still."

This time, his tone is much more calmer and gentler than the previous one he used. His actions matches the tone of his voice.

You obeyed, keeping silent for the time being and just watching him bandaging your wound and stuff even if it's just for temporary.

It's quite hard to look away from him, especially right now. How can this man switches his personality so quick? An odd question, yet it does leave you in wonders.

Scary in battle, yet gentle with his actions, along with his way of speaking.

You didn't even realize that you'd been staring at him during the whole process. The bleeding did stop, but the pressure still has to be made at least a bit.

"Try not to move much for now, okay?"

He spoke carefully, and seemed to try his best to hide the worry in his expression.

And instead of responding back with your own words, you instantly reached out and grabbed ahold of his hand in a somewhat tight grip, but it didn't faze him at all.

He froze on his spot at your sudden actions, yet his expression remained the same. Couldn't even tell what he was thinking at the moment.

"Are you alright?" Nanami questioned, sensing the quiet stare from you.

"I.. I am." Though you didn't let go of his hand just yet for some reason. That's when his expression grew softer. It was subtle, but it was there.

"Sorry, but I need my hand back." His voice remained gentle as he tried to slowly pull his hand from your grip.

You still didn't let go; much to his confusion. Even you are confused yourself as well. Nanami was unsure how to react at this point, so he simply gazed at your face for a while there.

You looked like you even wanted something from him, but even you can't tell what it is.

"Ah, sorry." You finally let abruptly go of his hand, turning your face away in embarrassment.

And as if from the mere actions alone have left a huge impact on his heart. Even just for a moment, he actually gets to feel your touch. A tint of pink coated his cheeks, though it went unnoticed by you.

He leans his head closer while whispering, "Don't apologize."

A short moment of silence followed, before he stands up straight back again-- extending his hand to you.

"We should leave." You nodded in reply, slowly getting back up on your feet as well.

Perhaps it's better to leave things as they were for now. He shouldn't really be distracted during times like this.

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jimmy-j-james · 11 months

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Okay, I have this really long and angsty request for Ghost x male reader. Let me know if you're up for writing it and take as much time as you need, cuz when I say angsty, i mean it.

Ghost and Reader are dating, Reader is the team's chopper pilot and accompanies them on missions, picks them up if things get out of hand, etc. Before being sent on a mission, Ghost and Reader got into an argument about some silly stuff, during which Ghost, being the emotionally constipated man he is, said a lot of hurtful things to his partner. They were ignoring each other during the mission, as Simon was too proud to apologize and admit to his mistakes and feelings.

But then, as Reader was closing in with his helicopter to pick them up for evac, he was shot down and crashed, the pilot later presumed KIA.

Ghost felt guilty, he regretted the things he said and was miserable, as he lost the love of his life. A few months passed, the team helped him get through it. He was still mourning, but his friends made it easier to handle.

After nearly a year since the incident, during a mission, where they had to clear out an underground warehouse and get some important documents, Ghost got separated from the rest. As he tried to find them, he stumbled upon a closed door, with a chain and lock wrapped on its handles. He broke through it and didn't find the documents on the other side, but Reader.

Covered in blood, scars and bruises, handcuffed and hiding in the corner of the room, with a cloth tied around his eyes, shaking and crying as Ghost approached, scared that it was one of the enemy soldiers, about to hurt him.

The rest is up to you, as this is already too long lol. Hope it doesn't violate the rules, love ya!

WHERE THE WILD THINGS GO

- M!reader x Ghost

- Proofread:

- Genre: Angst (non-specified ending, so either angst fully, or angst w/ comfort)

- Synopsis: Request basically covers it. However, I decided to leave the ending more angst-like, though there is no specified ending.

⚠️Warnings: Heavy, detailed gore⚠️

Angst is happily inspired by the song breezeblocks, by Alt-J

@xweirdo101x your angst 🍽

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“You don’t know what you’re sayin’.” Simon firmly states, squeezing his eyes shut tightly in hopes it would calm his growing headache. This fight had been going on for near an hour now, with himself and his boyfriend, (y/n), fighting about the pilots possible promotion to field work. “It’s not safe for someone like yourself.”

“What’s that supposed to mean, Simon? Am I not capable enough to you?” He snarls in turn, frustrated and upset with the taller male.

“That’s not it! It’s just dangerous. Nothing you’d understand considerin’ your work.” He was far too calm for this argument, only further irking (y/n).

“Considering my work?” He gapes, glaring down at the Brit. “I’m not an idiot. I know the risks! You know what, I don’t see why this is up to you. This is something I want.”

“Fine! Go ahead! Get yourself killed, see if I care!” Simon immediately snaps back, causing (y/n) to flinch back.

It’s silent now. Only the sound of (y/n) holding back his cries, and Simon’s angered pants echoing throughout their quarters. Before the Brit can get the chance to speak, the shorter male is out the door.

“Fuckin’ hell…” Simon groans, taking his seat as he cradles his head in his hands. He had royally fucked up, and that much was clear. But, was he surely in the wrong? (Y/n) had no clue the risk he’d be making if he were to fully place his life on field..

Simon was just looking out for him. He clearly knew what was better for the man’s life. Why wouldn’t he listen..?

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The argument had clearly done damage, having the two avoid each other these past few days. (Y/n) had been happily spending his time with Gaz, a close friend of his.

Of course, it didn’t go unnoticed by Simon, who scowled at the sight. Gaz meant well, he knew that, but in the time where he couldn’t get the attention of his own boyfriend, it was irking.

“Keep glarin’ like that and ye’ll burn holes into ‘is head, Lt.” Soap comments teasingly, though he immediately backs down as he’s treated with a similar glare. “What’s got yer knickers in a twist?”

“(Y/n) and I had a fight.” He states plainly, his eyes glueing back onto the man’s figure.

“A fight? Jesus Ghost, the two of you’ll be back together in not time.” He chuckles, clearly not understanding the severity of said fight.

“I said things I didn’t mean to… practically told ‘im I didn’t care if he died..” He pauses, taking in a sharp inhale, his eyes still refusing to move from the other “I didn’t mean it.. I just worry… I don’t- I can’t lose him.”

“Why don’t you tell him that after the mission, ay? I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, Lt. You’re both just confused, love-sick kids.” Soap chuckles, nudging into the male with a bright flashy grin.

Ghost doesn’t reply verbally, but instead nods. His eyes finally manage to break free, moving to look towards Soap. “Alright. After the mission.”

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The given intel had been faulty, leaving Price to desperately call in for an evacuation as his men fought for their lives. “Captain,” (y/n)‘s voice eagerly calls through the radio, his words choppy due to the propellers of his aircraft “heard you needed some air support.”

“(C/n)! Glad to hear your voice, you daft muppet.” The captain teases in turn, glad to have his most trustworthy pilot ready.

“Gonna need you lot to get to a higher point, let’s say.. the water tower.” He grins behind his headset, knowing it wasn’t the most practical point, but who was he if he didn’t enjoy a little danger?

“On it.” Price returns, making a move to examine the area for said tower. “You heard ‘im boys, make it to the evac point, preferably without scratches.”

(Y/n) cackles, eagerly aiding them with few assisting shots. “Try not and get yerself killed, lad!” Soap, just as chaotic, shouts back through his own radio, watching the hefty aircraft glide through the skies.

It’s all fun and games to him, the typical action of attempting tricks with his plane, shooting down at those least expecting of him, and causing absolute misery for his team that prayed for their own safety.

It’s the point of which the team is at the water tower, and when he goes to pick up his boys, he finds himself panicked.

He’s been shot at. Multiple times, nonetheless, and it leaves him crawling down into a nearby forest. A plane on fire and only himself to try and safe him from death.

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“(Y/n)!” Ghost shouts out, watching as his lover is shot from the sky. His eyes wide as he sees the aircraft go down, followed by dark hues of smoke and a large fire starting up in the forest nearby. “We have to go for him, Price! We can’t just leave ‘im there!” He begs and pleas, looking to the captain hopefully, only to see the man shake his head.

“You know we can’t. That’s one life over multiple.” He strictly states, already calling in for a backup evac.

Ghost panics, frantically trying to push past to climb down the tower. He’s held back by Soap and Gaz, and despite them being just as upset, they knew the captain was right. One life lost was better than all of their lives.

“N-No! We can’t leave him! Don’t leave him! Price- we can still get him!” He cries out, desperately trying to escape their grasps. “Don’t let him die! I don’t- can’t lose him! Please..” Shouts turn to choked out sobs.

It’s out character. To see the Ghost sobbing and begging like a toddler pleading for a toy. He looks absolutely broken. Having lost everything yet again. A cruel joke from God.

He practically dies as he sees the explosion. It shakes the ground a little, and the small wooded area lights up with ash and fire. He gives up, dropping his weight into the two sergeants as he simply stares. He stares in horror and remorse.

He never got to apologize. He’ll never get to apologize.

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Months had passed. Ghost a broken man, a shell of what he had so generously built up to be.

He refused to speak.. refused to eat and sleep. Most hours of the day spent drinking or lying in bed without thought.

The team often trying to aid him. To provide the comfort he so desperately craved.. but nothing compared to the warm embrace of his lover that he oh so desperately needed.

Why hadn’t he just apologized and admitted fault..? Why hadn’t he just been a better lover?!? Fuck! Why hadn’t he just left the pilot alone in the first place? Nothing good came to those he loved..

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His pained breaths echo throughout the cell, wheezing and hissing in pain as he’s beaten black and blue. He’s drenched in various substances, alcohol, water, and even his own blood. Multiple forms of torture having taken place throughout the weeks.

He’s not sure how much longer he’ll live, nor does he know if his team would ever find him. He was on his own, alone and injured.

“Are you going to speak yet?” His captor scowls, holding his head up with a tight grasp to his hair.

(Y/n) only stays silent, his eyes rolling back in a dazed state. It seems to displease the other, earning him another hit to the gut, his head being thrown back before he’s spat on.

“Filthy rat.” He hisses out, turning to a small table of many surgical tools. The man holds up a pair of heavy duty scissors, a sinister smile on his face as he tauntingly tilts his head. He holds the scissors up to (y/n)’s hand, catching over two fingers. “You won’t be needing these anymore, now will you?”

There’s no time to reply, the blades slicing down to meet, clean through his fingers as he shouts in pain. He bites down on his bottom lip, holding back any noises as he stares at the stumps of fingers in pure horror.

“Are you going to speak now? Or should I take more?” He snarls, dipping the man’s hand into a glass of alcohol. A process he had done with every new wound. It earns a meek and choked whimper from the other, but he continues to stay mute.

He’s almost grown fond of the way his blood circulates the golden hue of whiskey. A cruel reminder that he was still alive and bleeding for the time being.

How long until they grew tired and killed him..? How long until Simon found him?

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Within the eighth month, Simon grew back into old habits. Requesting that he leave on a solo mission. And Price agreed. He gifted the lieutenant with a simple task for starting. A quick in and out of gathering intel.

He took the task with hopes. Praying that an overload of work would help him forget. Help him bury the past away and prevent these hauntings.

And so, he prepared to leave within the next few days..

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(Y/n)’s head lolls of onto his shoulder, expression glum and bloodied as he looks to his captor with amusement. His silence taunting, and he simply stares. It clearly angers the man, earning him another bone cracking hit.

It’s not a long break, having his hair roughly pulled at, head being forced back into place. Dazed eyes meet fierce ones. His captor scowling, a ghastly expression.

“Such a fuckin’ tough guy, ey?” He spits, grabbing some sort of pliers. A sadistic look crossing his eyes as he brings the tool towards his face. “See how fucking tough you are when I break you piece by piece.”

The pliers make contact with his eye, a discomforting touch at first, though slowly growing into a searing pain. He screams and thrashes in an instinctive panic. The tool works with ease, wiggling about within his socket, loosening his eye before pulling it right from its place within his skull.

(Y/n) is a sobbing, panting mess. His face far more blood soaked, and lack of eye nothing but a pulsating pain. He’s not sure how much more he could handle.

Yet desperately, despite his pains, he silently prays. Prays for his teams rescue. He knows they’re coming. They have to be! But yet, he can only hope.

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The warehouse is of easy access. A likeable cause that word of his presence got around, leaving for the group of terrorist to leave in a hurry.

It made the task easy. All he had to do now was seek out the documents he was sent for. But.. he stops in place, tensing where he stands. An eerie, yet familiar sound, calling out to taunt him.

Faint, broken sobs echo throughout the silent building. The sounds playing from beneath the floor. Beneath Simon’s feet.

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He’s far too gone. Sitting in a haze of pain and delusion. He prays over and over again. Begging for an escape, so be it death.

And when footsteps echo from above his abused body, he desperately sobs in hopes his saviour would hear him. His state of delusional thoughts leading him to believe it was an angel.. one here to take away his suffering.

He’d been alone in this room for near a day now, having been left behind as the group fled in panic. And no matter if this sudden appearance was good or bad, he planned to be found.

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Ghost is quick to act, searching out for the specific hatch. And he’s thankful it’s rather obvious. A small door hidden beneath a carpet, leading down to a door, seemingly a basement.

As he reveals the door, the cries grow louder. His body moving on its own as he rushes forward, hastily kicking down the door.

The the smell alone is awful, having him gag and grimace. But the sight.. his heart drops down, and his throat tightens into a panic.

Within the middle of the room, tied to a chair, his assumed K.I.A lover sits; beaten and broken, sobbing pathetically as his head hangs low.

“(Y/n)..” His words a hoarse cry, immediately rushing to free the man. He’s quick yet cautious, calling in for immediate pickup, alongside medical aid.

“Shh, it’s okay now luv.. gonna get you cleaned up.. fix you up, yeah?” He mumbles and soothes, rocking the wounded man within his arms. Though his words act as more a promise to himself than to the boy. “Don’t leave me.. please don’t go..”

He’s a mess himself, panicked and cautious as he holds the boy like he was broken glass. “Oh dove.. what have they done to you?” Simon whispers, noting his injuries as he rushes outside to try and get to the evac point. “Just stay with me.. stay awake luv.”

“Come on, just a little bit more..” he desperately pleas, practically stumbling along with how eager he is to rescue the boy.

And he does it, he gets to the aircraft, passing off his near dead lover to the many doctors. They work quick to hook him up to many machines, and the plane takes off..

It’s a blur of panic and desperation to keep him alive. Something Ghost himself isn’t sure of, considering his state of being. The heart monitors constantly changing.. too low, too high, normal, and repeat..

His body lies limp on a stretcher. And with a closer look at the damages done, Simon can only think..

He should have just apologized. Told (y/n) he loved him, that he was okay with the man joining the field… fuck..

He should have just been a better lover.

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#cod x male reader #ghost x male reader #simon riley x male reader #ghost mw2 #mw2 #feeding the kids with this bad boy

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konigsblog · 10 months

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hiiiii i LOVE your writing sm and i also LOVE angst so i was excited to see your post about an angst prompt so heres one ive been thinking of

i feel like ghost would be someone who would quickly put up walls when he felt he was getting too close to someone, so when he and reader get to the stage where they both clearly like each other but its not official, ghost would start acting cold, saying he was too busy for a date when he would just sit on his phone, looking at photos of reader, and then he would act like you were the idiot, like he never saw you the way you did, as if there was nothing between the two of yours, all because he's too scared to lose someone he loves.

kinda long sorry (ಡ᎔ಡ)

thank you so much for your kind words, i really appreciate it and it doesn't go unnoticed, thank you a lot for your support, you're so sweet <3;

he's lost too many. soldiers, friends, siblings, parents. he couldn't bare the idea of letting you into his life, visiting your grave in the future, a bouquet of your favourite flowers placed on the dirt. he saw your kindness, appreciation, your effort to make him your friend, and despite being pushed away multiple times, you never gave up.

it almost made him frustrated. just drop it, corporal. he'd curse, swallowing his words before turning his heel away from you. simon wanted you, he needed you, desperately - but the flooding thoughts that kept him awake at night was enough to turn a blind eye to your attempts. why did you want him so badly?

although you wanted eachother, it was useless and pointless. seeing you on field would disrupt his skills, becoming worried when you got hit, risking his life just to be able to save yours. he would do that anyway, romantic or professional, but he used that as an excuse, another reason to push you away.

but when you actually stopped bothering him, he felt ill. sick to his stomach now at the lost presence following him 24/7. ghost, could we meet up for coffee together? are you alright, simon? you don't seem to like me that much, am i doing something to upset you? i'm sorry, ghost, i wasn't trying to anger you..

he'd recently blown up at you. his nightmares kept him awake at night truly, but he blamed you for your constant, tiring and repetitive attempts to draw him in. “fuckin' drop it, corporal. would you stop bothering me? it's repetitive and clear that i clearly don't need, nor want you.”

to say his words didn't burn was a lie. he could see the tears forming in your eyes, glassy and glistening, nodding your head before leaving him, alone.

i'm sorry, fuck. why did i do that? i fuckin' lied, i need you, why would i say something like that.. the cold heart inside him shattered as he realised what he'd done; even if he had deal with the heartbreak of another death, he'd also have to live being alone if he never let anyone in, including you, the one he truly and genuinely desired.

”i needed you, sweetheart, i shouldn't of said the things i did, god-.. i'm so sorry.” his voice was a whisper, holding your limp, motionless body in his arms, unable to save you as blood gushed from your wound. a lifeless corpse he held, sighing as he visited another grave of a person he'd pushed away, despite his true need for her.

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zoeykallus · 11 months

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Tech’s reaction to the fem!reader pointing up the finger and saying “ I suggest “ before tech opens his mouth every time.

😂 okay, let's go! Sorry for the naughty part, my mind went down strange roads again.

Tech x Fem!Reader - Quirks, Insolence And Weak Knees

Fluff/Annoyed Tech/Flustered Tech/Pre Relationship/Suggestive/Sexual Content/Fingering/18+

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You like traveling with the guys from Bad Batch, you always experience something new, it hardly ever gets boring. But you like one of them in particular, Tech. For fun, and maybe because you want his attention and to draw him out, you've picked up a few of his quirks.

Of course, that doesn't go unnoticed.

Hunter says, "We're running low on fuel-"

You push in front of Tech who is about to open his mouth, raise your finger as he usually does and say, "I suggest we fly to Tattooine, we should still have enough fuel for that. We can refuel there."

Tech, who has noticed several times now that you are imitating him, feels a certain frustration coming on, but doesn't quite know how to deal with it yet and remains silent. But you hear him behind you snorting in annoyance.

You turn to him with a smile, but he avoids your gaze and retreats. You do it again and again, beating him to it, your finger raised and copying his behavior. You hardly miss an opportunity. Tech is getting less and less comfortable with it, and yet he hasn't said a word until now.

When you're alone on the Marauder, and he asks you something, you raise your finger again, but his somber look makes you pause in mid-motion.

Tech says angrily, "Stop this insolence at once! I know why you're doing this, you're copying me to make fun of me, my…. Behaviors, my quirks. I really don't appreciate that! You of all people."

Gritting his teeth, he turns away and continues working, his movements jerky and his shoulders stiffening. You've never seen Tech angry before. But it's more than anger, there's something else, he's hurt, you realize. You really didn't mean for this to happen, not at all.

"Tech," you say softly.

"I don't want to communicate with you right now," he returns tersely, "I'd prefer it if you left me alone to work in peace."

"Please, I'm sorry. Hurting you was not my intention."

"You of all people," he mutters to himself again. A little more clearly, he asks, "Then what was your intention?"

He doesn't look at you though, keeps working.

"It was just fun, I do it now and then with people I like, there is no negative motive behind it. But tell me, what do you mean by 'me of all people'?"

You see him hunch his shoulders as if to retreat into his armor like a turtle.

"I don't think it matters anymore," he says softly.

You ask him gently, "Are you sure about that?"

You hear him sigh, then very slowly his shoulders sink again. Tech's movements become a little quieter, but he still doesn't turn around as he says, "I um, thought you liked me and I noticed I liked you too. Sometimes my knees go weak when you smile at me, in that one way. But then you started making fun of me and… well, that was awkward, to say the least."

You say softly with a smile, "I really like you, that's why I imitated you. I wanted your attention. In hindsight, I realize that was completely silly, and obviously it gave the wrong impression.

Tech cautiously glances over his shoulder.

"You really like me?"

You nod with a smile.

"Indeed."

With his index finger he adjusts his goggles, he looks at you relieved but also thoughtful, his amber eyes look so huge behind the lenses.

"How do we deal with this? What is our next course of action regarding this issue?"

Still smiling, you slowly raise your finger and say, "I suggest we drop everything for now, retire to one of the bunks, and cuddle and kiss."

Tech's ears turn red.

He clears his throat and says, "I um, like that suggestion."

His heart is up to his neck, just like yours. He lets you lead him to your bunk, watching you take off your shoes and climb in. He nervously tugs at his armor before doing the same. As you begin to take off the armor plates of his gear, he holds perfectly still, as if frozen in place.

"You seem nervous," you say softly.

"Maybe, a little," he admits.

"We're just going to cuddle and make out, I'm just going to take the armor off you, so it's more comfortable, I'm not going to undress you completely".

He clears his throat and says, "That sounds…. reasonable"

You realize how reserved and cautious Tech usually is when it comes to contact with other people, you suspect he won't or can't jump in fully right away, perhaps has no experience.

Finally, the last plate of armor has fallen and you snuggle together. Tech is very cautious, a little reserved, but also curious. When your lips touch, the kiss is very chaste at first. Very slowly, Tech feels his way forward. His heart is hammering so hard in his chest that you can feel it pressed so close to him, against yours.

He takes a breath now and then, as if he were about to drown. Tech is very excited, nervous and at the moment he can not hide it. As your tongue glides over his lower lip, he lets out a stuttering breath, heat rushes to his loins and his cock grows to full length under the fabric of his blacks.

He can't organize his thoughts properly, your body heat, your closeness, the touch of your lips and tongue, keeps throwing everything into confusion.

You lie on your sides, pressed close together, one of your legs hooks around his waist, and quite automatically his pelvis nestles between your thighs. Finally, his tongue feels its way to yours, each velvety collision a shower of signals flooding his body and yours. Automatically you move together, friction arises. By now you've long felt how hard he is through the thin fabric of your clothes.

The heat of the moment carries Tech away, a shiver runs through his body, the friction is too much stimulation, he clings his arms around you, almost like a drowning man to a piece of driftwood, as an orgasm overtakes him and he cums still almost fully clothed.

He breaks away from the kiss, almost startled, stammering an apology, but he's still clinging to you.

"That's okay, I'll take that as a compliment," you say softly.

He licks his lips nervously.

You ask him, "Do you want to maybe do something more?"

Tech hesitates before answering, "My body clearly wants more, but my mind says I'm not ready yet."

You smile and kiss his chin.

"That's perfectly fine"

After a moment of silence he asks, "But you haven't had an orgasm, have you?"

"Not yet," you say with a smirk.

Tech takes off one of his gloves and asks, "I may not be ready for deeper sexual contact yet, but would you allow me to touch you, to provide you some relief as well?"

"Meaning?"

"You know I gather information like a sponge, I read a lot, do a lot of research."

His gloveless hand, carefully opens your pants.

"May I?" he asks again, "I'm curious if I'm capable of doing this".

You say with a racing pulse, "Go ahead."

Just the thought of feeling his long, deft fingers so intimately makes your panties damp. He pulls your pants a bit off your hips to get better access, then his fingertips feel along the waistband of your panties. Each touch a small pulse that pulses impatiently between your thighs.

Slowly, tenderly, his fingers slip under the fabric and move further down toward your moist heat. Tech lets out a stuttering breath as his fingers touch your most intimate regions, sliding through your folds. It's so warm, velvety soft and wet.

"This wetness comes from sexual arousal, doesn't it?"

You moan softly, from his touch, before answering, "Yes, indeed."

The thought pleases him, that his closeness, his fingers can arouse you. He goes on a tender exploration, his fingertips finally finding what he is looking for, your clit. He first exerts gentle pressure, strokes you. His fingers move further down again, collecting some of your arousal, then he slides his moistened fingertips back to your pearl. He strokes gentle circles around and on the little bundle of nerve endings, slowly applying more pressure, watching in fascination as you squirm in arousal.

The intensity in your pussy increases, it tingles and pulsates, your pussy contracts, but there is nothing for your walls to cling to.

After a while he asks gently, "You seem to be having fun, but it's not enough, is it?"

You pull your panties down, automatically while his fingers continue to dance deftly on your clit, keeping you on the edge of your seat.

"I need something inside me"

"I-inside you?" he asks uncertainly.

Tech looks down at himself, he's already hard again, but still messed up from his own seed and not really ready to take that step yet.

"Okay," he says quietly, "let me try something."

He brings his other hand to his mouth and pulls off his second glove with his teeth, seeing that alone sends renewed pulses through your center making your pussy twitch. You love those wonderful fingers. He lets go of you briefly, gently pulling off your underpants and then your panties. His ears are red, a wet bulge in his crotch. He has never done something so naughty before. He likes it, but he doesn't feel quite up to it yet either, but he wants to give you pleasure. You can't help it that he is so easily overstimulated.

He opens your thighs in front of him with his hands, kneeling between them.

"Please tell me if I go too far or if anything makes you uncomfortable," Tech says urgently.

You promise, "If it does, I will say something".

He nods, looks down and sees your wet flower spread out in front of him. He bites his lower lip, finally the fingers of one hand search for your entrance, gently stroking through your wet folds again until he finds your dripping hole. Carefully he caresses the entrance with two fingertips, first at the edge, then he slowly penetrates further. At the same time, the fingers of his other hand resume their play with your clitoris, in gentle circular motions that slowly increase.

Tech increases the speed and pressure of the massage of your clitoris while at the same time he pushes his fingers deeper into your pussy and begins to pump gently. Satisfied, he sees your reaction, hears your sighs, your moans, sees your fingers digging into the sheet. He feels how your pussy clings to his fingers.

"Fascinating," he says softly.

In the next moment, the time has finally come, the intensity increases and this time you tip over the edge in delight into a glorious orgasm, with Tech's fingers on your clit and in your pussy.

You ask him to stop before he overstimulates you, and he gently withdraws his fingers from you. He is still kneeling in front of you, looking down at you contentedly with a small smile and says, "Those fingers you were making fun of are good for so many things, aren't they?"

You laugh softly and agree with him, "They sure are, Tech."

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f4ll-for-you · 1 year

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Complicated | Modern Aegon

This is dedicated to my ANGEL @valeskafics I hope you enjoy bby💖

Also a HUGE thank you to @arcielee, a writing goddess who helped me with this, you are amazing!!!🫶

Warnings: smut, mentions of drinking, Targaryens being rich snobs

Three months you’d been dating Aegon Targaryen, your best friend's older brother. After a year of pining after you, you’d finally given in and let him take you on a date, which of course, ended up with you in his bed the next morning. It took a month for you to believe he actually cared, given his fuckboy reputation that he needed to uphold. Luckily, you were happy to keep your relationship secret to avoid hurting Helaena's feelings, she didn't get along with her brother, and if she knew you were dating him you were sure she would feel betrayed.

However, that was only the tip of the iceberg with Aegon's family. Rich, well connected, always throwing fancy dinner parties, nothing like the life you’d experienced growing up. To earn extra cash while at university, you’d often waitress at the parties, tending to Aegon's family and friends whilst they looked down on you, treating you like you were nothing and constantly forgetting your name. Yet another reason to keep your relationship secret.

Tonight, both you and Aegon were getting ready to go to the annual ‘Targaryen Family Gala’, both to attend in very different ways. You arrived at the house, through the ‘staff’ entrance, dressed in a white shirt and short black skirt, your apron basically covering it. You smirked to yourself, knowing Aegon's eyes would likely be on you most of the night. You wished Helena could be there, even if she was ‘one of them’ she always made things more bearable.

As the party began to liven up, you circled the guests, handing out champagne from the tray you were carrying. You watched Aegon in the corner with his mother, Alicent, watching her talk at him as if he were a child whilst rolling his eyes, looking up to the ceiling as if to ask for help. Making your way over, you offered them both a drink, smiling politely at the pair of them, Aegon’s cheeky wink going unnoticed by his mother.

You continued gliding around the party, slipping in between slightly drunk, wealthy men and women. Readying another tray of drinks, you recognised two familiar voices speaking in a hushed tone, angrily going back and forth in conversation.

“Aegon look, you are twenty now, you are to carry on your father’s legacy and you must have someone suitable by your side to do it with,” you heard Alicent whisper-shout.

“I don’t want to settle down, I’m enjoying myself, mother,” Aegon slurred, clearly having had one too many.

“Anyway, there’s far too many options out there to settle for one,” he joked and Alicent scoffed in disgust.

“There’s one now,” Aegon spoke, looking a tall blonde girl up and down, “I’ll be off.” He turned to smirk at his mother before walking away, enjoying her frustration and disappointment.

Your heart dropped in your chest, you knew Aegon liked to keep up appearances, but you’d never had to watch it firsthand. A wave of anger filled your system, seeping through your body as your hands began to shake. You took a deep breath, two can play that game, you thought to yourself.

For the rest of the evening, you flirted with each and every boy you came into contact with. You smiled innocently at Aegon every time he noticed, watching him clench his jaw at your actions.

Once his friends took an interest in you, it was game over; Aegon stormed over to you, grabbing your arm not so gently. He didn't care about the eyes of his family and friends staring at him in confusion as he dragged a waitress out of the large ballroom. “What the fuck was all that,” he growled at you, not even stopping to look at your expression before pulling you into the nearest room.

He let go of your arm, walking further into the room, running his hands through his messy blonde locks. “Are you going to answer me Y/N?!” he shouted this time, still with his back to you. You smirked, enjoying how riled up he got because of your actions.

“What did I do?” you shouted back, your anger from earlier refuelling. “What did you mean, Aegon, when you went off to ‘get to know’ that beautiful blonde earlier?” You asked, your words laced with jealousy.

Aegon turned, meeting your eyes, looking shocked for a moment, before his usual cocky attitude resumed. “We agreed to keep this secret, I was merely acting the part,” he remarked, smirking at the redness in your cheeks caused by your rage.

“As was I,” you spat, “so if you don’t mind, I’ll be getting back to my job.” Spinning around where you stood, hand reaching for the door handle.

Before you could turn the handle, a rough hand grabbed your ponytail, pulling you back into his chest. “You’re not going back out there until everyone realises you’re fucking mine,” Aegon whispered into your ear, his breath hot on your neck, wetness pooling between your legs.

Keeping one hand tightly around your ponytail, his other hand grabbed your hip, guiding you towards the back of the sofa and bending you over it. Your cunt clenched with anticipation as he palmed your ass, ripping your skirt up in one motion, making you almost bare in front of him. “Already wet for me, little slut,” he purred, looking at the damp patch of your panties.

He slid one finger lightly up your clothed slit, making you stifle a moan, refusing to give him the satisfaction he craved. Aegon pulled his hand away in response, quickly coming down to slap your bare ass. You jolted at the action, only making you soak your panties more. “I will do this until you moan for me” he threatened, you clenched again at the thought, rubbing your thighs together for some much needed friction.

“So desperate, so stubborn,” Aegon crooned before landing another heavy slap to your reddened skin.

Two, three, four more came before you broke, whimpering at his touch. “Are you going to be a good girl for me now?” he asked, leaning down towards your ear as he spoke.

“Yes,” you whined, barely louder than a whisper, your eyes glassy with desperation.

Before you could even think, you felt Aegon shove his fingers into you and began to pump them into and out with precision. The familiarity of his touch brought you close to your first high and you bite your bottom lip to try and stop the noises you desperately wanted to make.He released his harsh grip on your ponytail to your throat, lightly squeezing each side. The combination of his long fingers curling into you and his hand around your neck had you seeing stars, your first orgasm approached as you moaned loudly, tightening around him, his hand dripping with your juices. Aegon brought his fingers up to his mouth, savouring your taste like fine wine.

He then knelt behind you, barely giving you enough time to recover before attaching his mouth to your centre, licking up the juices he’d missed. “Mhm no, Aeg, too much,” you whimpered in response, trying to pull away from the overstimulation.

Aegon moaned into you as he grabbed your hips, pulling you back into his mouth as he dipped his tongue inside you. You were sure his fingers would leave marks, just like he wanted. “Fuck Aegon,” you couldn’t keep your moans at bay as he kitten licked you clit, brining you towards yet another orgasm.

“So, fucking, perfect,” he spoke against you, the vibrations of his voice making you scream out in pleasure.

He added two fingers into you once more, curling into your sweet spot as he lapped and sucked at your clit in unison. Your body began to shake as you came, screaming his name as you clutched onto the back of the large sofa. “That's it baby, let them know who owns you,” Aegon spoke as you rode out your high.

Aegon unzipped his trousers, his cock slapped up against his chest, his tip leaking precum. You looked back at him, eyes wide knowing what he was about to do, already feeling exhausted from your previous two releases.

He pushed into your dripping cunt, giving no time to adjust to his size. The grip on your hips tightening as he pounded into you, the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “Fuck, so tight, you were made for me princess,” Aegon moaned and his hand returning to your hair, pulling you back into his chest to find a deeper angle.

The new angle allowed him to once again reach your sweet spot. You could feel your cunt begin to flutter around his length. He moaned, relentless to chase his own release with a desperation to fill you with his pearly spend. Trembling, your climax washing over you, coaxing his own as he spilled into you. The pair of you scream each other's names in pleasure, forgetting the party down the hall.

Aegon pulls out of you gently, caressing your cheek. “Do you think now is a bad time to tell my mother we’re dating?” he jokes, looking into your eyes.

You look wearily up at him, a wide grin appearing on your face, “at least you’ve settled down.”

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demoniccomplex · 3 months

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could i request tachihara with prompt 13 and 21? thankk youu, remember to stay hydrated <3

13 (“Keep looking at others and I will gift you their eyes.”) + 21 (“I don't regret any of the blood I have gotten on my hands, it's for you and only you!”)

this was supposed to go up on monday but the fear of mischaracterization was kicking my ass, sorry for the Tachihara stans that dont think my portrayal is accurate, i tried. i did try to mix up his hunting dog persona at the end, just in case if i missed the mark there.

also i finally got an A03 account in the running! eventually i'll post the event there as well. enough rambling, here you go.

WC 676 // valentines event open!! TWS, blood, threats,

You wouldn't consider your boyfriend Tachihara to be necessarily violent. You'd more consider him busy, you don't exactly remember how you met him but you both are in the Port Mafia together. As of late you couldn't help but notice the more attention Tachihara put towards people who would talk to you. More focused on their words, eyes getting sharper with the more bond you and the other party have. He used to be slightly discourteous towards you until you both got to talking just a bit and he opened up. But him warming up to you suddenly doesn't mean he was any less teasing and insolent with you. Sometimes when his rebellious nature backfired on him you’d get a good giggle or two out while he would be stun locked before going back to the Tachihara you knew.

Then he got softer when you two were alone, you both got to know each other a little more, patching eachother up when missions were rough. Sometimes he would ditch out for plans you made, in a sudden rush then proceeded apologizing after, usually saying the boss needed something done last minute or he wouldn't clarify at all. You didn't mind this soft side of him, understanding how tiring it can be to hold up a big guy facade. When you two went out, he would always pay, at some points you were suspicious on how much money he had, you two got paid the same but you never asked. While you were a little stubborn, he was just a bit more stubborn than you could be, it was just a little fun at times during non serious arguments.

Yet you noticed the tension rise up in his frame whenever someone else was near. The glare that would gladly kill at the person who talked to you for even a few moments. If he was touching you, you’d certainly get a bruise the next day from him gripping down way too hard on your skin.

You did start to mention his behavior towards him in concern, but he always shrugged it off, saying the person did something personal towards him. Your hesitation was not unnoticed by Tachihara. There were certain days where it was worse, but again, he was probably just stressed. Until he started his threats when you were there in clear view. It really only got worse as the time continued and your tolerance and ignorance couldn't last forever. “Keep looking at others and I will gift you their eyes.”

That was your last thread, you started venting your frustrations more clearly and left. The person was only trying to get to know you more and yet they got threatened. This response from you wasn't taken lightly as you noted blood towards where you usually work at. The blood worsened when it led up to your specific work area. Your senses quickly flared up with boiling anxiety and being on guard, where the culprit was gasping away. There was Tachihara, covered in blood, the blood flowed gently down on his arms, the blood falling making quiet noises every time it hit the floor. As you’re taking in the sight with horrified eyes, the best you could do was step back while gripping your free arm with your wrist. Tachihara quickly noticed your presence and smiled casually, he tried to calm his breathing and straightened out his posture before unhurriedly walking over to you. “They put up a good fight but I finally got them, eyes are hard to carve out.”

All you could do was take a step back with disgusted eyes and tensed up muscles that started to hurt.

Even though words didn't have to say it, he didn't take your reaction lightly. “I don't regret any of the blood I have gotten on my hands, it's for you and only you. And I’m aware of what I did, but I hope you understand why I did this.”

The voice was calm, it wasn't the hot headedness tone Tachihara usually used, just eerie tranquility.

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jaepeachees · 8 months

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New Year's Orgasms - Dongren / Renhyuck au 🎆

Summary:

The point is, Donghyuck was teasing Renjun all through new year's dinner, groping him under the table and making his body burn with lust. Renjun is really pissed off, and maybe he should get even, sending Donghyuck a video while he has lunch with his family.

tags: pillow humping, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot

Renjun wasn't a pervert, he was just at his limit, and it's Donghyuck's fault, who spent the entire New Year's dinner teasing him under the table.

It was a bad choice to sit next to Donghyuck, who didn't take his hand off Renjun's thigh for a single second.

He caressed, squeezed, and there were times when Donghyuck's hand went to Renjun's crotch, and all Renjun could do all night was keep a beautiful smile on his face, as if Donghyuck's hand hadn't been there for a few minutes inches from his dick.

It was a dinner for friends, the next day everyone would have lunch with their own family, but that night was about celebrating with friends, and Renjun was enjoying the moment, especially since there was the expectation of being taken to the nearest bathroom and be fucked by Donghyuck, the first fuck of the year.

Did not happen. At midnight, everyone toasted, and five minutes later, Donghyuck would simply be gone.

Renjun sent a lot of messages, and Donghyuck only responded at three in the morning, saying that he had to leave without saying goodbye so as not to miss his flight, but that he had just arrived safely at his parents' house.

Renjun understood, of course, he understood, but a quickie in the bathroom of Mark's apartment could have happened, it would only have been five minutes, and no one would have known.

Renjun spent the entire night with a butt plug, he was still so horny, three hours had passed since Donghyuck left, but his dick was still so hard and sore, and it sure oozed a nasty amount of precum, Renjun felt the dampness in his pants.

As if his body's sensitivity to receiving such intimate touches from Donghyuck wasn't enough, Renjun had to deal with the butt plug that eventually rubbed against his prostate every time his entrance contracted when receiving a little more intimate caress.

Thinking more clearly, Renjun easily comes to the conclusion that it was on purpose. Donghyuck was like the devil, whenever he played teasing games, it was to make Renjun flustered and make him beg, and that night was no different.

It was too naive to believe that he would have sex with Donghyuck, mainly because Renjun knew that Donghyuck would still take a flight to go to his parent's house, and because Mark's house was too crowded for Donghyuck to feel comfortable fucking Renjun in the bathroom with several people passing by out the door or lining up to use it.

Even though Donghyuck was like a hurricane that filled an entire room with his personality, he still cared about his own privacy, and it's not like he likes people to know about his sex life.

Renjun doesn't blame him, Donghyuck has the right to be reserved, but that still doesn't negate the fact that Renjun was so frustrated and so horny, and even the act of breathing became painful.

Renjun decided to go home when the pain became even more intense. He didn't know what was going on, on a normal day all that hard-on would be gone in less than half an hour, but this time it was different, and maybe it was because of the butt plug stimulating him every time Renjun contracted his hole.

With great difficulty, Renjun managed to climb the two flights of stairs that took him to his apartment, and as he walked through the door, he began to undress, desperate for a release to release all the tension he had held for three solid hours.

His cock was heavy, purple, extremely painful, and leaking. He had changed into clean underwear to go to Mark's apartment, but now, the underwear was soaked through and there was a small stain on his pants.

The stain went unnoticed, only Renjun knew it was there, because every time the cold air hit, he felt it.

Before Renjun could start anything, he desperately looked for his cell phone, and when he found it, he opened the camera and positioned it in a place that could capture the entire view of the living room.

Donghyuck teased him all night for nothing, so for Renjun, revenge was just.

Impatient, Renjun went to the sofa, where he grabbed one of the back cushions, which was big and hard enough to give him the pleasure he wanted to have.

Without thinking twice, Renjun mounted the pillow, positioning his cock against the fabric so that he wouldn't escape, initiating some light movements that rubbed his cock against the rough fabric of the pillow.

He couldn't hold back the moans, Renjun was so turned on that any touch on his cock could make him scream, and even though he had neighbors, he didn't give a shit, he just wanted to vocalize all his pleasure and make Donghyuck hear it from wherever they were, even if that was impossible.

As the movements became faster, Renjun's ass slammed against the pillow cushion, and that contact pushed the plug deeper into Renjun, making him wince every time his prostate was hit hard.

Renjun tightened his grip around that plug, the plug pressed harder against his prostate, and that contact made Renjun roll his eyes and feel like he could pass out at any moment.

His moans faltered, but he didn't stop moaning, his throat was already burning, but he wasn't going to stop until he came, and when he realized it, Donghyuck's name rolled beautifully through his lips.

Donghyuck liked to put Renjun in a downward position, to see him beg, to see him cry with desire, and perhaps, if he had been with Renjun at that moment, Donghyuck himself would have entered into a downward position.

Because there was Renjun, just the way Donghyuck liked it, astride a pillow and rubbing himself at full strength, like an animal in heat, moaning uncontrollably, his face all flushed, his nipples pink and hard, his dick purple, with a crazy amount of pre-cum seeping through the crack.

Donghyuck himself would have fainted with pleasure if he saw that scene.

Renjun brought his hand to both nipples, feeling how hard and sensitive their pink buds were. How he wanted Donghyuck to be there to watch and touch him, to suck his nipples, to fill his mouth with his cock, to come on his face and treat him like the insatiable whore he became after knowing him.

Suddenly, heavy tears come out of Renjun's eyes, he was crying, but it was a cry of pleasure, so needy that even sobs escaped his throat.

Renjun was so sensitive, so needy, wishing Donghyuck were there to end all that sexual tension once and for all, to give him an orgasm that would take him to heaven, then to take care of Renjun and fall asleep next to him.

Renjun started squeezing his own nipples, tightening his ass around the plug, which dragged even more against his prostate.

Renjun tried to hold back his orgasm a little longer, but the last hit to his prostate was enough.

A high-pitched scream comes out of Renjun's throat, his entire body begins to shake, and white strings of cum begin to spread across the couch.

Renjun's eyes roll back in his head, and his muscles become too tense, tightening the plug he wears even tighter. His toes are white from the tension running through his body, and his fists are clenched as his breathing is also uneven.

The only name that comes out of his mouth accompanied by a sly moan is the name of Donghyuck, and after experiencing the best orgasm of his life, his whole body violently relaxes.

It was as if all his energy had been drained through his cock, Renjun didn't even have the strength to keep himself astride the pillow, he just fell onto the couch and closed his eyes, trying to catch all his breath and order his own thoughts.

How he wished it was Donghyuck below him, hugging him and telling him he did a good job.

Renjun felt like his brain was cotton candy melting in water, because nothing coherent was going through his head, just the fantasy of being praised by Donghyuck after he came.

Renjun stayed still on the sofa for a while, and when the air against his skin became icy, he got up with a little difficulty, removing the plug from his ass and letting out a sly moan at the feeling of that uncomfortable emptiness.

🎆

Family lunches are always enjoyable, and Donghyuck enjoys being surrounded by people he loves.

What he doesn't expect is to receive a message from Renjun wishing him a happy new year, even though they toasted and hugged at midnight.

Upon opening the message, Donghyuck is placed in the same situation that Renjun was placed in the previous night.

Receiving a video of Renjun rubbing himself on a pillow is enough to make Donghyuck's dick come to life, and just like Renjun, Donghyuck can't leave the table to lock himself in a bathroom and masturbate. He can't even watch the video, all he sees is the little thumbnail where Renjun is riding the pillow cushion.

Just like Renjun, Donghyuck will have to spend the next few hours with a hard and sore cock, and he can't complain, after all, he was the one who did that to Renjun.

And maybe, just maybe, Donghyuck will catch a flight early to go see Renjun and finally give him his first fuck of the year.

#renhyuck #dongren #nct fic #nct dream #nct haechan #haechan #lee donghyuck #donghyuk #donghyuck x renjun #haechan x renjun #renjun #huang renjun #nct dream smut #nct dream fanfic

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justimagineok · 1 year

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2:30 series - 2:27

Summary: One too sure, the other not that much. One focused on the present, the other too stuck on the past and afraid of the future. Both of them in love with each other.

Recommended song: outro tear by BTS

A/N: feedback is always appreciated! feel free to reblog, comment or send me an ask at anytime 😊

"Babe, I need you to stay in the car. Can you do that for me?", Jungkook looked at you for confirmation, but you were still laughing hard about his dad jokes to realize what he was talking about.

"Huh?"

“Stay in the car.”, he said it again, this time, more vehemently..

"Why? What's goin- ", but your words got stuck in your throat once you saw why he asked you that. Your dad was in the front gate, reclined in his old car, waiting.

Waiting for you, for sure.

"Please, stay here.", he carresed your chin, before getting out. As soon as Jungkook got out of the car, your dad fixed his posture, but you could see the confusion in his eyes when he saw only Jungkook. He was looking for you.

"Can I help you?", Jungkook approached directly, without bowing down or anything.

"Oh, hello", the man bowed all the way, trying to show respect, but Jungkook didn't move at all.

"How can I help you, sir?", your boyfriend asked, crossing his arms.

"I'm looking for my daughter, YN.",your father responded, making a face. Anybody who saw it, would thought that was a worried face, but you knew better than that. The dissimulated face your dad always did. Only Jungkook didn't know any of it and that worried you. Your dad could fool Bang PD to think he was an idol if he wanted.

"She's not here right now, sir.", Jungkook cut short, not moving an inch, and your dad gave him a discontented look, looking towards his car. The dark windows didn't let anyone see nothing, but that didn't make you any calmer.

"I see... Where is she? I really need to talk to her. I was told this is where she lives now", he gave a step towards the car, but Jungkook blocked his way.

"She's not here right now, sir.", Jungkook repeated, his voice was so low, you almost didn't hear it. "Is that all?"

Your dad hummed, clearly not satisfied. "Are you her boyfriend or something, son?". Jungkook wasn't surprised they didn't know about him. You didn't want them anywhere near him. It was bad enough they damage your life.

Damaging Jungkook's in any form was not up to discussion.

"I'm her friend.", Jungkook shrugged.

"I see...", your dad eyed him from head to toe. Jungkook with his broad shoulders and incredible posture clearly made an impression on him. His clothes, even the oversized shirt and baggy pants, were in no way cheap and that didn't go unnoticed by your father either. "YN could never date a fine fellow like you.", he let the poison words get out without even noticing, but he didn't catch Jungkook's fists clenching so tightly that his knuckles turned white. "Who would want a bitc-"

"I think you should go, sir.", Jungkook cut him off. "And if I may, it's not very polite to show up uninvited at someone's place." this time Jungkook was the one eyed him down. He wanted to tell him so many things, cuss him out for not taking care of you properly, but he knew he would only make it worse.

"So you guys do live together...", your dad tried again. "Like a couple?! You can tell me, son. I'm not that restrict like her mother. That woman sure is a bitc-"

"Can you please go, sir? Or I'll be forced to call security.", Jungkook uncrossed his arms to reach for his phone, but your father stopped him, holding his hand suddenly.

"That's not necessary, son.", he let Jungkook go with a wicked smile.

"Good.", Jungkook nodded, crossing his arms again and waiting for him to leave.

"If you happen to see her, can you tell her I said hi? I really miss my daughter. She has a bad habit of trying to hide from us. For God's sake, we're her paren-"

Jungkook smirked, completely frustrated with the person in front of him. It was clear as day that he didn't care about anyone but himself.

"I won't tell her anything, sir.", he stated finally, cutting him off and daring your father to say something back. He was ready for whatever he got to say.

At that, your dad gave up his not so inoffensive face and smiley eyes to really look at Jungkook. "I don't like your tone, young man. Show some respect." His mask was slipping.

"You want respect?!", Jungkook scoffed, but didn't wait for a response. His eyes were impassive, you've never seen anything like it. "You don't deserve any. Now, get the fuck out of my house!", he yelled, making your dad give a step back.

Your father was surprised to say the least. He didn't expect that. Surely you had said something to Jungkook, otherwise he wouldn't treat him that way. But he didn't have any intention to let Jungkook treat him like that, so he started walking in the direction he had come from, and for a moment, you thought he was leaving, but he dodged Jungkook before he could even think, heading towards your car with long steps. You glanced quickly at the car handle, praying to all angels that it wouldn't open.

"YN! YOU'RE IN THERE?", your father hit the glass with both fists in full force. "I KNOW YOU ARE! COME OUT RIGHT NOW!", If the car wasn't that good, you thought it might break.

You shivered and trembled, remembering the times he hit you with that same fists for no particular reason. Just because he could. You closed your eyes and cover your ears, afraid. "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME? I'M YOUR FATHER, SO YOU COME OUT RIGHT N-", your father faltered when he felt a hand pulling his arm firmly.

"Stop that." Jungkook pulled your dad back strongly. "Right now."

"Don't you dare touch me!", your dad pushed Jungkook, trying again to open the card doors and falling at it. Jungkook held his arm again, pulling him back once more. He knew the door wouldn't open unless you or him wanted it, but all that noise must be scarring you.

"Sir, I told you to STOP!", Jungkook yells much louder than your father has been, attracting the security's attention. They never suffocated neither you nor Jungkook, respecting your space and not intervening unless necessary or requested, but Jungkook yells surely alarmed them. Jungkook continued to hold your father's arm tightly, preventing him from touching the car again.

"She's in there, let me talk to her right now! You can't stop me from talking to my daughter!", your father tried to see inside the car, but Jungkook pulled him back once again. He could do that all day if necessary. "Get your hands off me, you fucker! Are you crazy? I can destr-"

Jungkook yanked your dad from the car, holding both his arms and shaking his body with force.

"If I'm crazy?!", he opened his eyes wide and smiled scarily at your dad. "Try getting anywhere near that car again, and I'll show you.", he seethed. "See what happens."

Before your dad could think of anything to say back, the security arrived, checking if Jungkook was hurt, but he just denied briefly, handing your father to them.

"Escort this man out of here and put his name on the black list. He's not allowed to come even near this place.", he direct his words to the lead guard who was listening with caution. Then, Jungkook turned to look at your father and if eyes could kill, you're sure both of them would be dead by now, by the way they were staring at each other.

"Don't ever come near me or my family again. Not you, not that woman. You have no idea what I'm capable of, sir."

The guards held your father by the arms, pulling him towards the exit, but he wasn't finished yet. "THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YN! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! YOUR DUMB BITC-" , he was in mid-sentence when he got hit with the fastest jab you've ever seen anyone throw.

Jungkook punched your father so hard in the nose that blood came out right after the first contact. Your boyfriend charged at him like a bull and managed to land one more punch, this time in his mouth, before his security guards pulled him off your father.

Your father hissed, completely shocked by the blows he had unexpectedly received. He even ended up biting his tongue when he received the second punch, so even though he wanted to curse and charge back at Jungkook, the blow from the attack he suffered was too much, and he just accepted the help of the guards who put him on his feet, protecting him from Jungkook who was ready to jump into it again.

"Say another thing about her and I'll break your jaw", Jungkook hissed, trying to get rid of the guards that held him. "LET GO OFF ME!", he yelled, seeing red.

"Get out of here, sir", the guards alerted your father, who held his bleeding nose.

"GET OFF ME!", Jungkook yelled again, but they held him off. "You come near her again, and I'll ruin your life, do you hear me?! Stay the fuck away from her!"

Jungkook helps you into the house after all the fuss and you notice how he hasn't let go of your hand since he opened the car door for you to get out until now. You enter the room and you help him take off his shirt, checking to see if he is hurt somewhere. His knuckles are so red you think they're bleeding, but they're not. Jungkook repeats over and over that he's fine as you go over every joint and get the first aid kit to clean.

You take a shower together and then watch a movie in the living room. You watch it actually, because Jungkook's thoughts couldn't be further away, even if the movie was his favorite: Iron Man.

“Sometimes, I’m afraid I’ll never be able to help you,” Jungkok suddenly admitted, looking down.

Under his arm, you looked up, tilting your head. Then, smiling, you sighed and snuggled further into his side. “you're kidding,” you whispered. “You always help me, Kook.”

He clenched their fists, but it wasn’t able to keep them from shaking. “How?” he seethed through their teeth. “I can’t comfort you, I can’t talk you out of things, babe, and I have no clue what I can do t-“

“Shh.” your soft hush made him jump, releasing the hand that had been unconsciously gripping his own hair nervously. Your hand came to cup his cheek, turning him to look at you.

“You have always helped, Kook,” you assured him. “You keep me here. I’m not in the past, I’m not with them… you keep me safe and sound. Here. In the present. With you.”

“Nothing I say is going to stop you from going through with this, is it?”

“No. I have to do this, Kook.”

Jungkook sighted, clearly not enjoying your idea at all.

“….Then I’m going with you.”

"Kook, you don't have to do that...", you tried to argue, but he shook his head, clearly not having it.

"It's your call," he said softly, "but whatever you decide, I'll go with you.", he placed a soft, warm hand at the back of your neck, bringing you close, so he could rest in forehead on yours.

It was decided.

It was time to pay your mother a visit.

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princesspastel8 · 1 month

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Chapter 2

Third POV

"Where did you run off to?! Dinner is ready, and you didn't help set the table!" melissa- Eboni's foster mother shouts in frustration.

Eboni swears under her mask, pulling her headphones back onto her shoulders. She walks into the kitchen, avoiding moving boxes still full along the way. She sits at the far end of the long oval shaped kitchen table.

"Are you going to answer-"

"I went on a walk." Eboni sharply says, cutting melissa off.

"Do not interrupt me when I'm speaking! Goodness, I know I taught you better manners. And take that mask off at the table!"

Eboni reluctantly takes off her mask, ignoring the stares from her foster siblings. Three permanent scars. She still remembers that horrific day. It was her third foster family, the teen being ten at the time. Her foster mother at the time had an abusive boyfriend who happened to be on heroin.

During her stay there, the male would make passes at the little girl. It made her uncomfortable, but she never told the foster mother a thing - nor her social worker. That was until the day the man almost raped the poor child. Eboni fought all her might until the foster mother came home.

The male had quickly left the child's room, going completely unnoticed by the foster mother. During dinner, Eboni had gained the courage to finally tell the mother everything. But instead of getting protection, she earned a beating. The mother called her so many slurs and degrading names.

The foster mother allowed her boyfriend to beat the girl senseless. The beating ended with him grabbing a knife, cutting her right cheek and across it. Her vitiligo has reached that side of her face at that point. He finishes with cutting across under both eyes and nose as well as the left corner of her lip. He said it's meant to be a reminder on why little girls shouldn't tell such huge lies.

Three days later, Eboni was removed from the home and placed in a different one- but the damage was done. The moment the scars healed, Eboni wore a mask everywhere she went. That only caused more bullying. Having her foster siblings stare at them every time she takes it off irks her.

You'd think after seeing them so many times, they'll be used to it - quite the opposite, actually. Their stares become longer each time. Including Eboni, the foster family consists of five members. Two twin sisters, Jackie and Jessica. Jason, the older brother in college. Melissa, the mother- and Eboni, the middle child. A family full of 'Js'.

Jason is Melissa's favorite, and she didn't even bother to hide it. The star quarterback of his college football team, gotten into school on a full ride. He has a huge future in football- which is most likely why melissa cherishes him, wanting a cut of his soon to be riches.

Jackie and Jessica were the youngest yet brightest ten year olds you'd come by. One is great in math, while the other is a genius in science - two of Eboni's most hated subjects. The two, of course, have a bright future ahead of them. Then there's Eboni, the senior in high school, with no plans on what to do with her life.

Not to mention the only none mixed child among the whole family. Yes, everyone else is light skinned. Melissa could pass off as a white woman if she wanted to, which Eboni is sure she has to get whatever she wanted. White privilege - go figure. The teen is clearly the odd one out - the black sheep. In Eboni's case, melissa only took and dealt with her for so long - for the check.

"Are you going to explain why you were gone so l-"

"You know melissa, you have a crappy sense of house hunting."

"Excuse me!?" The woman gasped, ready to yell at the teen for disrespecting her, but Jasmine spoke before she could.

"You didn't do your research on this place. Forrest Lawn, known for its murders and mysterious missing people cases- even known for their serial killers. In fact, this house is where one of the many used to live." Eboni explains with a frown, looking at melissa. She just wanted to tick off the woman.

"Eboni, I will not tolerate such disrespect from you! You will -"

"Ma relax. You know Eboni has always been into that weird clut shit." Jason said with a mouth full of food - disgusting. "She could be makin' it all up just ta get under ya skin."

"Actually, she's correct." Jessica said, typing away on her phone before pulling up an article dated eight years ago.

"Jeffrey Mason, also known as Jeff the Killer, has pledged Forrest Lawn the moment he moved into the small town. The 'Night of Murder' has been marked as the bloodiest night of the town's history. The seventeen year old killed a total of thirteen people, leaving two survivors - one being his younger brother Liu Manson, who is still missing." Jessica explains while Jackie looks up a more up to date article.

"Damn. That's why the neighbors looked at us like we were idiots." Jason cringes.

"Jeff was taken into custody and placed into a mental institution for a psyche evaluation. After a few months at the institution, Jeff somehow managed to escape as well as a few other inmates. The killer has yet to be found, but police have yet to give up on their search due to the monthly murders. A-"

"Enough!" Melissa huffs, glaring at Eboni while the rest finishes their dinner.

"What? You picked this house, not me." The teen said smartly- staring at the food on her plate. Eboni's mother taught her how to cook better than this crap in front of her.

"I wouldn't have to pick the only spacious house in this town if YOU would've just behaved! I'm tired of your fits! If you don't behave yourself in this school, so help me god I'll - "

"You'll what? Put me back in the system - wouldn't you miss those checks, though?"

The tension grew as the two stared each other down, Eboni being the one to look away. She hates that about herself - never having the strength to stand up to melissa's intimidation. She could only hope that one day- this whole family would just disappear.

"Since you're not hungry, clear the table, then clean the kitchen. Everyone else prepare for bed, You two Jason."

"But ma, I'm on vacation - come on!" Jason exclaims, wanting to stay up a few more hours.

"No buts! You know the twins aren't morning people, I'm going to need help waking them up for their new school. They can't afford to be late." She said, standing from her seat as everyone else did.

Eboni quickly places her headphones back on, not wanting to witness the sweet goodnight affections melissa always gave her foster siblings. This shouldn't bother the teen, but moments like that remind the girl of her mother. She felt that side begin to surface. The soft, meekly, deprived side. She quickly takes her phone, putting it on Melanie Martinez. For some reason, the artist's music places a bubbly feeling within the teen whenever this side emerges.

After finishing the dishes, the teen walks up the stairs to her new room. Ironically enough, it was the same room Jeff had. She found it funny how no one wanted the room even before finding out the history of this house. Eboni always got last pickings, so she didn't even bother looking around.

She takes off her clothes, digging in one of her boxes to pull out an oversized pink hoodie with hello kitty in the center of it. Eboni reaches inside a different box, pulling out her stuffed bunny plushie - the last gift her parents got her before their pasting. Thanks to her sewing skills, the teen is able to keep it in good shape.

Eboni crawls into bed, closing her eyes while snuggling closer to the plush bunny. As she laid their, she allowed her thoughts to drift back to her parents. Her father was teaching her self-defense since he was a fighting instructor. Her mother taught her how to cook since she was a high-class chef. Though both had very busy careers, they always made time for their own child - showering Eboni with only the best. With those memories in mind, the teen drifts out into a restless sleep dreading the first day of her new school.

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zizibellee · 8 months

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"Do Not Enter." Is Written On The Doorway.

Fluff if you squint:v

Inspired by: Treehouse by Alex G

Warning: selfharm? mentions of hitting themselves

A/N: This is based off of the line from Treehouse by Alex G where it goes "Do not enter is written on the doorway. Why can't everyone just go away? Except you. You can stay." And I wanted to show Izzy's friendship with Seokmin and how she feels safe and comfortable around him even when she's upset. This is kinda my first time writing so be nice:) also English is not my first language so if there's any grammar mistakes or just mistakes in general, do correct me if you will.

"Fuck. Shit."

Izzy shuts her eyes and purses her lips, trying not to hit herself. She has always been quite the perfectionist since she was young. But as a human, she's bound to make mistakes here and there. And whenever she does, she would occasionally hit herself out of anger and frustration. She knows it's a bad thing to do to herself, but she thinks it's better to release the anger to herself rather than to anyone else.

Just when Seungcheol enters the main room, Izzy storms to her chamber, leaving him and the members confused. "What happened?" He asks, pointing at Izzy's doorway.

"No idea." Woozi shrugs.

"Should we go and ask her?" Dino questions with a concerned tone that didn't go unnoticed by the members.

Joshua shakes his head, "I don't think she'll like that. She slammed the door."

The members went silent for a moment, looking at each other very much unsure of what to do. They know how Izzy don't really talk about her problems much, nor does she like talking about it. Even though she does sometimes exchange her troubles with Jeonghan, she tends to keep it to herself, bottling the emotions up or releasing them to herself.

"Let's just.. leave her be for a while. Give her some space for her to cool down." Mingyu suggests, breaking the silence. The others nodding their heads agreeing as they continue on doing whatever they were doing.

Seokmin, who was standing when the incident occured, went to sit next besides Mingyu who continued watching his show.

"I hope she's okay", he starts, followed by Mingyu's hum in agreement.

"Do you think she would mind if I offer her some fruits or snacks? How about some Ramyeon? Or maybe chicken nuggets? That'll cheer her up, right?" Mingyu is flooded with questions from Seokmin who's clearly concerned for the girl.

Seokmin has known Izzy long enough to know that her mood will instantly lighten up whenever she's fed. The problem is, would she be bothered by his presence? Does she need more time alone to herself until he can present himself with piles of meals? Living together for a long time doesn't hide the fact that he wants to respect her boundaries and personal space.

"How about this, you cut up some pineapples, get some snacks, I'll order some chicken nuggets for her, yeah?" Mingyu respond to which he receives a thumbs up from Seokmin.

———

As soon as Izzy walks in her room, she immediately grabs her earphones and plugged it in her phone, playing whatever music is in it, not forgetting to put the volume on max. She picks up Nalu and puts her on her lap, petting her. Izzy tries her best not to let her anger take over her.

She hears a slight knock on the door, knocking her out of her senses. Before she could respond, the door started creaking as someone is opening it. She turns her head to see who it is.

"Oh?" Surprised, she sees Seokmin's head peaking through the door, "Dokyeom-ah".

He flashes a wide grin on his face, "Are you feeling better?".

"I'm not as angry as before, but still quite upset.."

"Can I come in?"

"Yes, of course. Come in." Izzy now has her body sitting facing the door.

He softly smiles while opening the door. The warm energy he brings the second he enters the room manages to melt the cold atmosphere that was holding onto Izzy. What a ray of sunshine.

"I bring some pineapples, some chips," his eyes points towards 3 packs of 9 piece mcnuggets, "and nuggets! Mingyu ordered them."

Staring at the foods, she can't help but laugh. Not out of mockery, but out of happiness. She's moved by the fact that someone still cares enough to cut up some fruits and ordered her comfort food to cheer her. Not to mention the person who's carrying the whole thing is blinding her with beams of joy.

"Are you okay?" Seokmin's smile drops.

"I'm okay!" Still laughing, she covers her mouth, "I'm sorry, I'm okay."

"Are you not in the mood to eat? Do you want something else?" Seokmin begins to ask, but before he could put the plate aside, Izzy immediately stops him from doing so.

"No! No no no no! Give me that." Izzy takes the plate and eats the chicken nugget from one of the top boxes stacked together.

"This," she munch on the nugget while pointing at the box, "Is exactly what I wanted, thank you very much."

Seokmin smiles at the statement, "I'm glad."

#ziziphus #seventeen izzy #seventeen dk #lee seokmin #14th member of seventeen #seventeen 14th member #fake seventeen member #seventeen oc #fake kpop idol #idol!oc #izzy x seokmin #izzy x dk #izzy.txt

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 1 year

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I heard there was an outrage in jp during book 5 finale at Rook's "betrayal" for voting for RSA (either ppl angry at Rook or the fact that NRC lost despite trying so hard and everything). And til this day I still see ppl misunderstand that Rook voted for RSA because he secretly likes Neige... Idk if I missed something but it was clearly shown why he made that decision, I feel like whoever thought otherwise never understands his character from the start and it saddens me 🙁

Oh, believe me 😅 that outrage was everywhere at the time of episode 5's release in JP (both in the Japanese audience and in the international audience, from what I can recall). I think a lot of it was born out of the frustration of seeing NRC lose to what many perceived as a low effort or bad performance (on RSA's part), as well as the shock at Rook's betrayal (and the false attribution of his vote going to RSA because of his personal attachment to Neige). There were also very long delays for this part of the game to come out, so that may have also contributed to the hype and the subsequent "let down" that the fandom experienced.

I really feel like those reactions were... well, simply put, WAY too much. I understand the initial shock or being upset that the story didn't pan out as a person may have wanted, but there were some pretty extreme reactions, such as those completely renouncing Rook, blatantly insulting the writing by claiming that the devs didn't understand how to write their own characters, and threatening harm onto those involved in the process. That's... crossing a line that DEFINITELY shouldn't be crossed 😬

In the context of the world of Twisted Wonderland itself, I felt that the writing decisions made had a lot of sense behind them. It was stated time and time again that VDC voting was determined by audience vote, NOT by expert judges. Therefore, how professional or unprofessional the performances were mattered little in the grand scheme of things. What truly mattered was to what extent each performance actually appealed to the audience, and it was shown during Neige's practice run that his cuteness and innocence DOES have widespread appeal in their world. This may not necessarily be true of the real world, but we need to think about the story of TWST from the perspective of those in it, not as the omniscient players. (There is also the fact that we are literally on the side of NRC and stayed with them during their training boot camp, so we already go into the competition with bias for the boys we've spent far more time with.) When it comes to Rook, a character twisted from the Beautiful Queen's huntsman, who betrays her trust and lets Snow White go... well, it was the obvious twist for the end of episode 5, wasn't it? Him being a fan of Neige wasn't even the reason given for why Rook voted for RSA. Rook says time and time again that he cannot lie to his own heart, so when he voted for RSA, it was because he was genuinely more moved by their performance than by his own group's. (Episode 6 elaborates more on this by pointing out that NRC couldn't perform at full capacity since they were all worn out from battling OB Vil.) Moreover, Rook understands that even Vil wouldn't want him to vote for NRC if his entire heart wasn't behind the belief; neither of them would want NRC to have a "hollow" victory, even if it would feel good and cathartic in the moment for the player to see. There is also another reason for Rook voting RSA: he wanted his dear friend to recognize his own worth, and for him to not base that worth on the approval of the public or what others may think of him. Throughout episode 5, Vil has been unhealthily obsessing over his perception in the public eye (which surely has not gone unnoticed by Rook, as there are moments where he has quiet asides that imply he is thinking or taking note of Vil's suspicious words and actions). But Rook--even if he is concerned for his friend--knows that directly confronting Vil about it won't remedy the situation. Maybe voting against Vil wasn't what we, the players, wanted, but it's definitely what Vil himself needed. Happily ever afters aren't guarantees, no matter how one wishes or works--and while I get that recognizing that can sting, it's a key part of TWST that I feel often gets overlooked because we get so enamored with the characters and wishing the best for them. We should also realize that sometimes what we think is "best" for the characters doesn't mean it is, and it doesn't always involve giving said character what they want or putting them in a conventionally "good" or "happy" situation. Sometimes it's being told the harsh truth or being handed a crushing loss is what spurs a character into taking action or bettering themselves, and I believe that's the case for Vil in episode 5 and moving forward in the main story.

But back to Rook, I feel like he gets a LOT of the heat because he's... just a character that is easy to dislike. He comes off the wrong way to a lot of people due to his very intense personality (as well as how much the general population in-universe seems to dislike him), and this leaves him as an easy target for blame 💦 He's also a character that is readily dismissed as foolish (again, due to how he usually acts), and many don't realize just how resourceful or clever he actually is. I'll be the first to admit that it's a pet peeve of mine when I come across that sort of interpretation, but at the same time I sort of get it! When a character puts you off from the very beginning, most people won't feel incentivized to delve deeper or to try to understand them beyond the surface level 😅 I tend to tell myself "Hey, it's all good! This is what he wants people to perceive him as. Rook's facade is working, he's tricking people into thinking he's silly so they won't expect it when he pulls an Uno Reverse card on them!" (It's similar to how J*de acts nice to your face while he's actually secretly manipulating you--) ... This is why I like them isn't it? That helps me feel a little better it.

#Vil Schoenheit #Neige Leblanche #Rook Hunt #notes from the writing raven #spoilers

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