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aseaofyoongi · 7 months

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where feelings bloom | kth

kim taehyung x reader (f)

genre: fluff | smut | bffs to lovers

rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)

summary: vacations are the time of self reflections and revelations. so, what happens when your last day in paradise involves you trying to decipher the feelings that you’ve had blooming for your best friend kim taehyung.

warnings: where do i begin lol; post college universe; suppressed feelings; overthinking; crush culture; foul language; vag fingering; overstimulation; clitoral stimulation; pentrative sex; protected sex (wrap it up friends); non-idol au; praise; dirty talk; tae is focused on oc’s pleasure only; unlabeled relationships; no plans for a part two; out of season au (happy beginning of fall) ; not edited

word count: ~ 5.6 thousand words

posted: tuesday october 4, 2023

notable songs: ivy - frank ocean | are we still friends - tyler, the creator | todo cambio - camila | a drop in the ocean - ron pope

Mornings were your favorite part of the day. Although, not many people agree with that ideology you couldn’t help but be enamored by the way day the birds chirped their peaceful melody awakening you right up from your slumber, the glare of the beaming sun highlighting its waves of heat right into your face, the song of the crashing of waves against the shore. . but most of all you loved that for the last eight nights you have been waking up in an island paradise and you got to share it with your absolute favorite person in the entire world. Your best friend, Taehyung.

Your soulmate, well platonic soulmate; your other half; your light in the darkest of tunnels. That’s who he was and honestly you couldn’t even recall a minute or even a second in the course of your life when Taehyung hadn’t been there with you.

You met Taehyung long ago. Twenty-one years ago to be precise—marking the very moment you came out of your mother’s womb. Your mother’s had been best friends for years (still are), so your birth marked the day when you would meet your mother and father; but it also marked the day when you met Taehyung. He was already a couple of weeks older than you but your mother’s paired you up and built a friendship among the two of you long before you ran around in diapers together, bathed in kiddie pools with your favorite toys, before you took your first steps or even uttered your very first words.

By definition, you were meant to be in Taehyung’s life and Taehyung was meant to be in yours. There was no re-writing that bit of history and besides you’d never do it even if you could. The constellations of your stars align and are guided right into each other’s path.

Truly. He is going to be your person today, tomorrow and hopefully an eternity after that. You’ll always be there for him even after the sun dims and the oceans dry. There is no one you’d rather call your best friend and no one else who you would rather have invading every inch of your life.

The door to the connecting room swung open and surely enough there he was leaning against the door frame. The blonde streaks of his wet hair fell past his dark brown eyes and thick eyebrows covering their entirety. On the same note you finally registered that he only wore a pair of gray sweat shorts that hung low on his hips; all while he remained bare on the top half of his body showing off his lean physique and although Taehyung didn’t have abs he was still fit—very awe striking.

“Whatever happened to ceasing the day?” he exclaimed, his eyes turned to fiery pits as he likely replayed whatever crazy scenario he had planned for the day back in his head, “it’s nine in the morning. What are you still doing in bed. . Why are you still in your pajamas?”

“I was too lazy to get up,” you looked at the digital clock on the night stand beside you blinking its bright red numbers back at your sleep-riddled eyes.

“Tonight is our last night on this slice of paradise heaven so get your ass up and let’s go let’s go let’s go,” he snapped his fingers before ripping the covers off of your body.

“We have over twenty-four hours before we gotta head back home,” you patted the empty spot on the bed next to you and he jumped right in, cozying up under the covers, “just let me lay here for like ten more more. Is that okay with you, mom?”

He groaned, “Fine but we better be up in ten minutes or I plan to carry you right down to the beach, pajamas and all.”

“Yeah, sure,” you pulled the white duvet over your head signaling you were ready to drift back into the remnant of tiredness that lingered behind from all the activities you had partook in for the past week, “just ten more minutes. Just ten,” you mumbled, your eyes felt heavy as you drifted back into a deep slumber.

“Just ten,” you heard his voice from a distance, so far away. Yet his body heat lingered close by and the apricity was easily welcomed against the skin of your back.

Ten minutes turned into four hours and by the time your eyes fluttered open it was just after four in the afternoon. The sun still beamed bright through the drawn blinds heating up your body as the rays met your skin. You stretched carefully and rubbed sleep off your eyes before turning around to face Taehyung. He remained sound asleep—eyes shut tightly, mouth slightly ajar, and soft snores sounding like the steady, peaceful melody of lullabies.

Taehyung is truly beautiful. So beautiful, in-fact that it kind of made you stop in your tracks every so often and you couldn’t help but just look at him. Drinking in his striking features; his big brown eyes, his hair soft like silk, and his raucous voice so deep and soothing.

Taehyung is truly a work of art. So much so that every candid moment captured behind the pixels of his pictures belonged in art galleries around the world.

You noticed you were attracted to your best friend the summer after your sophomore year of high school. The two of you had spent the entire summer together—inseparable as usual. But towards the end of the summer as the first day of school approached, you and Taehyung engaged in a short adventure to the lake on the outskirts of town. You’d had truly an amazing time and you ended up inside a small diner having greasy food and chocolate shakes. You hadn’t processed it back then but looking back now you remember the way your heart was pounding, the way your palms were sweaty and the way all of your butterflies flapped their wings against the pit of your stomach.

It’s so obvious looking back now—how much you truly liked him while you sat in that booth in the back of that diner. There, it felt like no one else inhabited the establishment. Just the two of you and the secret that took root in your heart.

A secret so taboo you buried it somewhere deep in the back of your mind, but every time your eyes caught a glimpse of him there it all was. Everything, all over again, causing a daze in your mind and making your chest ache.

“Wake up, Tae Tae,” you shook him slightly, pushing all of those thoughts aside.

“Huh?” he groaned, twisting and turning mindlessly in the ocean of sheets.

“We have gone against your beloved schedule for the day and I’m afraid I was the culprit,” you sat up against the headboard and he followed along laying his head on your shoulder.

“We didn’t just sleep for ten minutes did we?”

You shook my head, “it’s around four o’clock right now.”

“That chopped off half of my itinerary,” his voice was soothing—gruff with hints of exhaustion lingering behind.

“Oh, come one,” you cooed, “what’s left?”

“The beach is just across the street, the pool’s downstairs or we can go out to get something to eat.”

“What do you really wanna do?” you asked.

He yawned widely mimicking a cub; so cute.

“Maybe we can lounge around by the pool for a bit and come back up here to order food,” he suggests, “I know I had hours planned of things to do for the day but I’m kind of exhausted.”

“It’s not like you to skip out on the beach. . are you sure you wanna just go to the pool?”

“Actually. .” he continued in his smooth voice, “I don’t even think I have the energy for that.”

“Impossible!” you exclaimed, “you don’t get to be lazy, that’s my thing.”

“It’s contagious,” Taehyung whined, snuggling closer to your side. His cheeks felt like fire on your shoulder and you swore having him that close caused your breath to hitch at your throat.

“So what—what, uh,” you cleared your throat, “what do you wanna do instead? Do we stay in for our last day here?”

He nodded, “I think so. I mean, we’ve done a lot of things for the past few days.”

“Do you wanna pick the movie or the food for us tonight?”

“I refuse to watch a horror movie tonight so I’m in charge of picking the movie,” he reached for the remote control on the table next to his side of the bed.

You rolled your eyes, picking up the phone and looking through the booklet the hotel provided with a number of different restaurant chains and their menus. After a bit of back and forth between you and Tae as you tried to settle on things, you decided on pizza and a random rom-com on one of the dozen streaming apps provided on the television.

Fifteen minutes later, the food had arrived and Taehyung sat beside you once again, your elbows dangerously close. Your mind, barely on the movie that’s been playing for approximately thirty minutes now, your pizza sat cold on your plastic plate and your thoughts assimilate a busy intersection.

There are so many things you could do but every single one also sat dangerously close to being the end of your friendship with Kim Taehyung.

“Are you okay?” Taehyung closed the pizza box sitting in front of his crossed legs.

You reeled yourself back from your thoughts, “yeah, I’m okay.”

“You’ve been mindlessly staring at your slice of pizza for the past thirty minutes,” he added, placing his hand on your shoulder, “are you sure you’re okay?”

This is how it’s been for some time now. Taehyung remained as soon as ever engaging in the sweetest gestures of comfort a best friend could engage in while your stupid, stupid mind developed its own reality of translating his platonic touches into something more—something it’ll never be.

“I’m okay really. I guess I’m just uh, not that hungry,” you forced a smile on your lips, it actually hurt, “I’m gonna get some fresh air.”

You opened the glass sliding door and walked out onto the balcony, the briny aroma from cerulean waves just ahead became your aromatherapy—easing your nerves. Allowing you to bury every insipid thought you’d birthed as a cause of your delusions.

Your stupid mind and its delusions.

Your hands landed on the black metal railing, closing your eyes and you began softly inhaling through your nose and then out your mouth. You did that over and over until you imagined yourself alone, somewhere peaceful where Taehyung was a long way from invading your thoughts in the best and worst way possible.

“I know being here for so long has made us both homesick but I didn’t think you’d be the one most affected by all of this,” his voice sounded dangerously close. God, all you wanted was a moment alone—a moment to yourself. . To halt all your thoughts. All of them.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve been pretty homesick,” but you weren’t homesick at all.

“Don’t worry, tomorrow we’ll set foot back home and you’ll be back on your bed relaxing,” you hadn’t looked at him just yet but you could tell he was smiling.

“Yeah, I suppose that’s all I’ve wanted.”

“I knew it,” his hand landed on yours on top of the railing, his thumb rubbed circles on your wrist, “I know you, you know. You’re like the only person on earth who can’t seem to enjoy a vacation.”

He was wrong—you have enjoyed this vacation; his company. It’s only solidified everything you’ve ever felt for him and that was the problem. But how could you say that without actually saying that?

You chuckled, “I have enjoyed this vacation. It’s been quite reflective. . Eye opening.”

“Hopefully, the fun kind of eye opening,” he began, “you need to learn to have fun. Let loose.”

“Your party ways have definitely been contagious,” you looked into his eyes, the way you never have before and for a minute you became lost in their darkness—but surprisingly, you were at ease, “I’ve definitely learned all the ropes to having fun.”

“After years of trying I’m glad you’ve finally learned something from your best friend. I’m proud,” Taehyung walked towards one of the lounge chairs and sat.

“Yeah, I guess I’ve learned everything from you these past couple days,” you mumbled.

“See? You could’ve just skipped college just as I did.”

“That,” you sat on the chair beside his, “my parents would’ve killed me for.”

He scoffed, “that’s another thing I gotta teach you now that we’re twenty-one. Bravery is crucial. Learn to speak your mind unapologetically.”

Easier said than fucking done when your mind, heart and body scream out for him. His attention, his touch and his love.

“Bravery.”

“Exactly,” he encouraged, “bravery is a passage so securing everything you want in life. Hold on to that; embrace it. Thread towards everything head on.”

“Well, in that case I hated college. I really really did. And I don’t even fucking like science I don’t know why I majored in Biology. I miss high school and the days we used to chill on the rooftop of the abandoned bowling alley after school when we had nothing better to do.”

He laughed, likely reminiscing on the good time, “I miss that too and nobody said we had to stop. We’re adults but our customs shouldn’t have to die, right?”

“Right.”

“So, we have a date on top of the abandoned bowling alley as soon as we get back.”

“A date,” you mumbled, the word causing your skin to prickle up with goosebumps.

“A date. That’s right.”

Surely, Taehyung didn’t know the effect. . The implication that the word had on you and your emotions. He couldn’t know about the way your hands began to sweat and the way your heart beat erratically as he kept referring to your late afternoon escapes in that exact way. A date.

“A date with you,” you began, your tongue did all the work while your mind ceased all control, “you don’t even know what those words do to me.”

His voice was low, “what does it do to you?”

Your eyes steered in his direction and Taehyung was still sitting right beside you, but closer. His eyebrows were furrowed together inquisitively, his intent gaze was set on your figure disregarding all of his surroundings entirely—as if he didn’t want to overlook a single detail about you ever again.

You shook your head feeling like maybe you’d said a little too much already, “just. . Forget it.”

“Impossible,” he said, “bravery, remember? Penny for your thoughts.”

“Trust me, Tae. You don’t wanna know.”

“I do.”

You exhaled softly, “please don’t make me say it.”

“Say it,” his voice grew deeper and still it felt as softest as velvet would against your skin.

You closed your eyes trying to unscramble the words in your mind, to unravel your mangled feelings and decipher exactly how much of yourself you wanted to strip bare in front of him.

“I—“ it was so hard to let it out. To just say it.

“You?”

“Taehyung,” you breathed, “I just have these feelings I just can’t seem to ever shake off.”

“Are they good feelings or bad feelings?” he asked.

“I’m not too sure,” you shrugged looking off into the clear sky dusted off in orange tones as the sun began migrating down towards the horizon, “—but they’re definitely confusing feelings if I had to say for sure.”

“Confusing?”

“Confusing,” well not so much confusing but rather—hard to decipher, impossible to act on, forbidden, off limits, what else?

It’s you.

“Come on,” he scoffed, “I’m your best friend. Surely, you can tell me what’s gotten into your head.”

But that’s the problem. . You’re my best friend and you’ll only ever be my best friend. It’s both the twist between a blessing and a curse.

It’s you. It’s you. It’s you.

You’ve gotten into my head.

It’s you. It’s you. It’s you.

The voice kept on and on no matter how hard you worked to block it out. It was a reminder that he navigated your thoughts and made you giddy in love, one you didn’t need or want. It’s you. It’s you. It’s you, “it’s you.”

“What?” He asked. Did you say something? You hadn’t said anything. You hadn’t.

“What?” you repeated.

“You said it’s me. .” His stare was blank; hard to read but his eyes were golden under the rays of the departing sun.

You stared back at him without saying a single word.

“You said it was me,” he stuttered, “You you said. . What do you mean, it’s me?”

In that moment you stood before a crossroad unbeknownst to the righteous path to take. Jungling the implications of your two options and how they would affect your relationship with Taehyung from that day. Of course, on one side you had the lie, your very own cloak of invisibility. The same one you’d been hiding behind for years and the same one you’d continue to hide behind—down that road your feelings would be stomped on and you’d watch Taehyung behind a soundproof glass always dwelling on what ifs and what could’ve beens.

On the other side, there was the truth, the road where you would be stripping yourself bare with every step forward you took. Taehyung would finally be aware of your deepest secret—the one where he occupied your thoughts from the earliest hours of the morning to the latest hours of the night. He would know that your mind often lingered off into vivid daydreams where your imagination ran wild creating scenarios where he was finally yours; he would know the way your balms grew balmy and your heartbeat every time he came near. There would be no more hiding, but here you ran the risk of rejection and the destruction of your friendship.

So you stood in front of the two avenues unsure of which direction to head towards in order to begin your journey. But Taehyung waited for an answer while you made a safe haven at your pit stop cocooned by fear and indecisiveness.

The late afternoon breeze rustled the palm tree fronds, swaying them back and forth lightly. You and Taehyung were twenty stories up so that swishing sound was the only thing filling the silence between the two of you. Still, you swallowed your words hoping that he would somehow forget that you said anything.

“Hey!” he rested his warm hand on your thigh calling out for your attention and finally you looked at him. There was no longer a blank gaze lingering in his eyes, now, he seemed worried, “did I do something?”

Oh, this is spiraling out of control so fast. All because you couldn’t keep your fucking mouth shut.

Say something. . ANYTHING!

“No—“ you cleared your throat, “no it’s not that at all, trust me.”

“Then, what is it?”

“It’s not important.”

He shook his head, “whatever it is, it seems to be bothering you a lot so it is important.”

There was no getting out of this. Not anymore.

“I guess I just don’t know how to say it,” you jumped over a million hurdles in your mind trying to decipher the best way to just say it. Finally, you took a deep breath allowing your lips to move at their own leisure, “I like you.”

You were so dizzy and enveloped within your own scrambled thoughts. Even though you tried to keep your eyes off of him you couldn’t help but glance at him from the corner of your eyes. And Taehyung just sat there with wide eyes and his mouth slightly parted.

“You like me?” he asked, pausing in-between each word, “like you like me or you like like me?”

You closed your eyes, “I like like you.”

“Like more than just best friends?”

Did you really have to spell it out? Admitting your feelings out loud had you in a state of intense bashfulness, “yes, Taehyung. I like you as more than just a best friend. I have for some time now but it’s okay if you don’t think of me that way. I didn’t even really want to tell you because I was always too scared to ruin our friendship.”

“Come over here,” Taehyung patted the spot right beside him and you moved to sit next to him. He stared deep into your eyes before continuing, “nothing can ever come in between us or our friendship, okay?”

“Okay. .” You felt like a massive weight had been lifted off your chest allowing you to inhale and exhale once again.

“Beside,” Taehyung caressed your cheek softly using the pads of his tender fingers. Quickly, you began feeling at ease as a result of his touch. Then, his fingers migrated lower tracing the outline of your round cheeks until they reached your chin and slowly he began guiding your face towards his so much so that his lips sat just inches away from yours, “I never said I didn’t feel the same way.”

“You can’t just say things like that,” you placed your hands over his as they still held you close.

“I’m not just saying it,” he argued.

“You are,” you shook your head, “you’re just saying it to spare my feelings but I’ll be okay, Tarhyung. I’m a big girl. I can take a little rejection.”

“We’ve been friends long enough for you to know that I wouldn’t just say something like that.”

That was true, “but why didn’t you say anything before?”

“Same as you, I suppose,” he shrugged as his eyes remained intently on yours, “I feared that you wouldn’t feel the same and I didn’t want that to drive you away.”

It’s astonishing how the only thing standing between the two of you and your happiness—and love was yourselves. Doubt and the fear of rejection steered your lives in opposite directions although the gravitational forces stringing your hearts together worked diligently to drive the two of you towards each other despite your cowardice.

“I wouldn’t leave you.”

Taehyung flashed his signature boxy smile, so warm and comforting you felt like he wrapped around you in a warm hug.

“I wouldn’t leave you either,” his eyes focused on your mouth tracing every line and crevice before he met your eyes once again.

The lingering doubt gnawed at your already splintered confidence so despite your treasurous thoughts screamed that he wanted to kiss you in that very moment, your body remained frozen in place—incapable of emitting an appropriate response, too nervous to react in any way and way too scared to make the wrong move.

“Can—” he looked at your lips once again, “can I confess something else?”

“What?” he leaned closer, your nose brushed against his and you couldn’t help closing your eyes. You were feeling too much at once.

“I really want to kiss you right now.”

“So kiss me,” you whispered.

Taehyung laid back on the chair before pulling you onto his lap as your legs straddled his lap. His hands traveled mindlessly along your body until they finally found their destination on your neck—his method of saying you were simply too far because immediately he began pushing you towards him. Your heart was erratic, your hands were sweating and there were about a million scenarios playing in your head depicting every single way you could probably fuck this up.

But all of that flew right out of your head as soon as your lips met his. Kissing you so passionately you felt grounded, as if he was your home and this is exactly where you were meant to be; where you belonged.

Noone had kissed you like that before and you liked how his kisses were the words on endless pages of his love confession while his tongue sealed the envelope before sending you off into daydreams depicting scenes such as this one and so much more.

Taehyung pulled away; heaving; attempting to catch his breath, “I think—I think we should move inside. It’s getting late.”

Before you knew it your back crashed against the ocean of bed sheets and Taehyung followed right behind picking up where he left off. While his kisses worked to leave you breathless, his hand raked down the fabric of your top before stopping at the waistband of your sweat shorts.

“Can I?”

You nodded frantically anticipating all of the lustrous desires that had sparked up in your mind in the latest hours of the night, “yes.”

Taehyung moved past the waistband and lower down where only the thin layer of your panties stood between his fingers and your cunt but he did not touch you—not yet, you shuddered in anticipation, wondering how he’d render his concupiscent touch. You grew stupefied and your thoughts came to a halt as his teeth tucked at your lower lip, sweeping into your mouth. Everything he did worked to satiate the hunger growing within you, the very one crying out for him to devour you entirely once and for all.

He pulled away from your lips you felt his hands move under the fabric of your shorts, moving your panties to the side lining up two fingers at your entrance, you gasped once before Taehyung slated his mouth over yours swallowing every whimper and every moan to escape your lips as he pumped into you slowly.

It was a vicious repetition that already had you soaked, you uttered low whimpers but it seems he was only fueled by your sensitivity moving quicker and quicker by the second.

He parted away from your lips, whispering in your ear, “you're so wet and warm baby. Fuck, you feel so good, so tight around my fingers. So fucking good.”

“Ah, fuck. Oh, Taehyung please, please don’t stop. Okay? Don’t stop,” you whimpered as you moved to meet his quicken movements fucking yourself on his fingers so sweetly.

“I won’t stop. I promise you I won’t,” his voice was hoarse as he continued, the lewd promises he whispered sent glacial shivers down your spine and you felt the way your legs began shaving.

“Taehyung,” you moaned.

“Say my name like that again,” he groaned.

You snaked your hand around your neck twisting the blonde locs draped on the back of his neck before whispering his name once again he smirked going on and on. There was a flame igniting in the pit of your stomach and there was nothing more potent; nothing you could devote your attention to. The only thing you crave was to put that fire out. So you moved quicker against him until your eyes rolled to the back of your head and you reached that high and finally the fire ceased.

Taehyung left a peck on your cheek before aiding you in removing all of the pesky fabrics standing between him and the vulnerability of your nude body, then, he took off his own leaving only his briefs on. He kneeled in front of your stretched out legs and his finger burned streaks on your skin as they caressed your inner thigh, continuing to devote his attention everywhere but where you actually needed him most.

“Please. .” you begged.

“Please?”

“Please,” you said sternly.

“What do you want?” he questioned with a smug look painted on his features, the little bitch was teasing you.

“You know what I want.”

“I want to hear you say it,” you gasped as he grazed your enterance coating his digits in the combination of your juices and cum before shoving them in his mouth, licking them clean, “you taste so good, you know.”

“Eat me out Taehyung, please,” you cried out.

“I thought you’d never ask.”

He sunk deeper in his place until his face was no longer in your line of vision, beads of sweat rolled down your temples and you ached with fervidity. His breath fanned against your core and at that moment you knew he was near but it wasn’t until he wrapped his hands around your thighs pulling you closer to his face that you truly felt exposed. Taehyung brushed his lips over your slit leaving a trail of gentle kisses behind.

Using his tongue he separated his lips before gravitating towards your clit. He enveloped the sensitive bud between his lips quickly beginning his attack in the form of ravenous sucks and licks.

You gasped clutching onto the sheets to release the tension building within you. Everything you wanted to say out loud died in the back of your throat but you didn’t care about the words you couldn’t say. Your mind was too focused on the way your legs shuddered and your pelvis lifted into the air.

“I’m—“ you cried out, “I’m so so close.”

His fingers found themselves pushing past your entrance once again, pumping into you at a quickened pace. It was almost too much but you focused on the overstimulation of his tongue and touch. That inferno you felt once before burned brightly, this time you couldn’t map out a way to extinguish in its entirety. It would always burn and Kim Taehyung would always be the cause of it.

Whoever said playing with fire was a bad thing was a fucking liar because these flames warmed you up so good like an addiction you just would not want to ever shake off.

You reached down, raking your fingers through his blonde strands pushing him closer to you, doing so until trembled uncontrollably, spilling over on his fingers.

Taehyung emerged with swollen lips, his disheveled hair and his spit mixed with your juices on his chin. His fucked-out look was one that would live in your mind like an art work hung in a gallery.

“Unbeknownst to you, I’ve been yours for a while now,” he stopped to catch his breath, “but after tonight I want you to know that I am yours.”

Your eyes remained shut but you grinned nevertheless, “I believe that’s the post sex bliss talking.”

“I’m not the type to just say anything because of the moment at hand. I mean everything I say.”

“Okay,” you smiled, “can you say you’ll fuck me then or do I have to wish for it when I spot a shooting star for it to come true.”

He chuckled, it was low and thunderous so soothing and calming. It was always peaceful and eased your nerves even now as you laid completely naked.

“I’m sorry, were you planning to fuck someone on a vacation?” you asked ogling, as he fetched a golden packet from his discarded pant pocket, removed his briefs and slipped the condom around his cock.

“Only you,” he said, pressing the tip against your entrance far enough to have your mouth agape as a result but never enough to satisfy your craving to have him fucking you against the mattress, “I promise.”

“Taehyung, if you don’t fuck me right now I might actually loose my mind.”

He didn’t say anything else, you just felt him sliding in slowly giving you the time to adjust before he began moving in and out of you gradually. The air circulating the gray walls around the two of you became humid, hot enough to coat your body in a thin layer of sweat. You didn’t care though, you were enraptured in the feeling of him inside of you, in the echoing sounds of his skin slapping against your skin and his guttural grunts every time he drove into you.

Reality was you’d imagined this moment many many times in your head before but nothing, none of your dreams or your wildest fantasies could’ve prepared you for how much better this felt in person.

There were goosebumps running rampant on your arms, your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your moans and whimpers only increased in volume but you couldn’t help it.

“Harder—harder, please,” your nails drug into his back leaving bright red scratches behind.

“Harder,” he repeated that very word over and over, quickly moving to execute your request.

You felt all of the air being punched out of you everytime he buried himself deep in you, “Oh, yes, like that.”

Taehyung hugged your waist listing your lower half up from the mattress and continued slamming into you.

“I’m,” he thrust into you.

“—yours,”again.

“—to take,” again.

“Use me,” and again.

“Use me.”

You clenched around him continuously, your vision blurred and you felt waves of the scorching heat in the pit of your stomach burning brighter and hotter than they ever had that night until finally you let go.

Taehyung collapsed beside you, the two of you heaved in attempts to catch your breath.

“Fuck,” was all you said.

“Fuck, is right,” he laughed, “I’ll get a warm bath started for us.”

He placed a kiss on your forehead then one on your lips before disappearing into the bathroom.

Taehyung is your best friend but he is also the man who’s taken over your heart in a way that exceeds your platonic bond.

There were no labels attached to what the two of you were but you didn’t need them for now because you knew that Taehyung would always be there for you no matter what the situation looked like.

“Hey, are you ready to clean up?” he kneeled down next to the bed looking into your eyes.

“Of course.”

a/n: out of season au cause im a slow writter but i hope everyone had a good summer and is looking forward to the fall 🍂🍁🍃

what will you miss most about summer?

#for me its the random ice cream runs and afternoons at the beach on the weekends #bts #bts smut #bts reactions #bts imagines #taehyung smut #kim taehyung smut #taehyung x you #taehyung x reader #taehyung x y/n #taehyung imagine #taehyung drabble #tae smut

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meryldian · 9 months

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⭑Growing up with TOKIO HOTEL pt.3 ⭑

AN .°˖✧: It feels so good to be back writing!! I know I said I would have more time to work on my blog but unfortunately, this summer’s proven to be more busy with work than I anticipated. I hope you guys are still as invested in this little series as I am!! We’re finally getting to the band’s big breakthrough moment.°˖✧

This part may potentially feel slow and not very crucial but! It marks the transition between being a teen band that played at the local club into being blasted into stardom, so I suggest reading it through with just as much love and care :)

Before you read ~ Disclaimers .°˖✧

- The reader is established as songwriter/rythmic guitar/backup vocalist but! The role is barely mentioned so you should be able to imagine her as you please.

- I said “her” because in this series, the reader is female. This is merely for plot reasons as it is very interesting to touch upon the reality of being the only female member in a “boyband”

- As usual, this is heavily based off Bill’s autobiography “Career Suicide” (as well as stories told from the guys themselves in interviews, Kaulitz Hills, q&a’s, et cetera) so expect heavy themes to be touched upon.

- Now that we’re getting into the main story, I must address that this series will be strictly platonic. For romantic interactions between the reader as 5th member and the band there will be separate posts. This is so I can allow you to imagine your own story based off my headcanons without imposing you a relationship.

WARNINGS: Underage drinking, underage smoking, mentions of depression, panic attacks, mature language, sexual themes addressed (non-explicit), “weirdos” (sadly, it’s the reality of the music industry).

Happy reading ~

We left this at what you really had gone to Hamburg for, making music.

Working with David Jost was like a treat. He taught you how to write an ear catching hook, the importance of a strong chorus, how to incorporate a bridge. He was like your music fairy godmother, and you loved it.

On Bill’s side, he grew impatient easily. He just wanted to put his thoughts on paper and sing. He wanted to instantly feel the bass shaking, the sound of the drums and shredding of the guitar.

Tom was rather interested by the production process of making a song. Back then, he didn’t know that little interest would grow into his biggest passion.

You spent days on end locked in a studio, conditionning your songs, coming up with new ones. Having gummy worm fights with Tom and reading shitty magazines with Gustav.

Nights on end destroying your fingers while coming up with new riffs and of course, attempting the riffs your producers shoved at you.

It was definitely a slap in the face to realize that as an artist you couldn’t just write everything yourself. You had a greedy company behind your back that looked for money rather than creativity. And well, as young kids you really had no idea how to actually produce music.

The amount of flat no’s you got to your face when sharing your ideas was insufferable and it made your blood boil.

Georg is the person you’d usually go to. He always listened to you rant and would join your anger in order to have you release it all.

I realized that I refered to both you and Gustav as the glues holding the band together so; let’s look at it this way: you’re the glue making you guys stick together and Gus is the scotch tape that makes you five inseparable.

So, back to the studio, back to writing, back to composing.

Overtime your endless sessions over the summer payed off and delivered the gem that we know now as your debut album. “SCHREI”

Picking the lead single proved to be a hard task, til someone’s girlfriend saw the potential of “Durch den monsun”

David Jost had once spotted the words “Hinter die welt” (beyond the world) on one of Bill’s songwriting notebooks that he shared with you and he was fascinated that such young kids could write such melancholic things.

With an album ready and a single to be released, it was time for the real action

You had a free week prior to the music video shooting. Bill and you took advantage of this to grab your allowance and start ofd by going to the hair salon and perfecting your hairdos. A little trim for him and anything you needed on your cute head.

You were supposed to have a gaming sleepover with Gustav to beat Devil May Cry 3 on your dusty PlayStation 2 and rock out on guitar hero, but your excitement for the music video shoot was so big that you spent all night brainstorming about how your life as stars would be.

Your manager took you guys shopping! The budget did not allow a new outfit for each and one of you but you all at least got a new item.

Cool jeans for Gustav, a new hat for Tom, a punky t-shirt for Georg, an item of your choice and the iconic leather jacket Bill wears in both Monsoon music videos.

A week of rest really flies by, and now the day of the video shoot arrived. You guys were newbies and being completely honest, the label didn’t quite believe in you yet.

Your budget was low and crew not the most promising. Most of these people were new ad had never worked on a project of the kind before.

Funnily enough, many of the people that started working with you guys from the very beginning would be the ones to stick with you through thick and thin and create your little tour family.

At least there was an idea. It was ambitious to film it all in one day and you five knew, but the producers kept reassuring you that most of the work would be done in post-production.

Your day started at 4:30 am when your alarm rang, not a soul up, not even the sun.

It didn’t take you long to get ready, as you’d be dolled up for the camera on set. You did your morning routine, packed your essentials, your outfit, and barely got time to eat before you had to get on the sleek black van that picked you up at 5:15 flat.

The boys were already all inside in exception of Georg, whom you’d go fetch right away.

You would’ve expected the ride to be chatty with excitement but you were all surprisingly calm, the nerves were starting to kick in.

The uncomfortably familiar fear of what’s to come, thinking of every single worst case scenario, what if you sucked, what if people hated you, what if your debut was a flop.

You tried to ignore the bad thoughts by drifting off on Gustav’s shoulder til you reached your first location.

A very public lake, where some families swam freely and unaware that a music video would be shot on their layback spot.

It was disappointing to you guys, particularly to Bill who dreamed of a tremendous production, but you would have to do with it.

David just gave him a pat on the back, it couldn’t be thaaattt bad.

When arriving on set you were given a tiny taste of what the rockstar life would be like.

Catering set up a table of, cheap, yet varied snacks for you to munch on. Makeup and hair station was installed in the back of the van and out of a truck rolled many cameras and new equipment you’d never seen before.

You could see Georg, with his newly permanently slicked hair, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.

Of course the first one to get ready and start shooting was Bill. Once he started his first scenes the makeup crew took care of the rest of you.

As annoying as it may be to accept, the label wanted you to look as pretty and dolled up as possible. Having a female member in the band was a bet they were willing to take and if their gambling went well, you’d become the cashcow real well.

Extensions were put in your hair, mascara and eyeliner adorned your eyes and a sticky pink gloss glazed your lips. Nothing too extravagant yet appealing enough. You still had to look like a rock chick after all. The delicacy of your look adorned with how punky your outfit probably was made the perfect balance the label was looking for.

The boys probably made fun of you but, they never meant wrong.

You munched on sandwiches and played on your old Nokia as you waited for your turn to take photos and record your scenes.

It’d been quite amusing to see Bill upside down on a weird pole structure to then dunk his head in a dirty fish-tank.

Certainly fabulous.

Suddenly you’re up on a metal platform above water, playing your unplugged guitar and getting drenched by icy water raining down on you.

You played it off (literally) and in one take you were done with your first few scenes. No cuts and no chance to do it again. You had to save time so, if you looked like crap it was your problem.

Nowadays you probably cringe at some of your facial expressions and missed notes on the clip.

Quickly enough some of the guys helped you get down from the platform back onto solid ground and one of the makeup artists wraps you in a towel.

Now, you sit all wet while watching the boys repeat the same steps as you. As a girl tries her best to dry your damp hair before attacking it with a flat iron. Who has time to think of heat damage when you have another outfit to get in and more scenes to film.

The day went on smoothly, but the recording certainly felt rushed. By the end of the day you were left with a feeling of doubt.

The big day arrived.

August 15th, the day “Durch den Monsun” would drop.

You met with the twins at their house and the little family consisting of Bill, Tom, their mom & step-dad and dog Scotty! + you, whom they took in like if you were one of them.

Gordon, Bill and Tom’s step dad set their vhs recorder ready, just in case the music video would never be aired again, you wanted the memory.

The ad break ends and VIVA (German music channel) announces the debut single of Universal’s newest band.

Tokio Hotel with Durch Den Monsun

Somewhen in betwen the start of your journey with record labels the name Devilish was left behind and you guys adopted the new and stylish Tokio Hotel. But that’s a story for another day.

The wind blows a candle and Bill’s face in slow motion was shown on screen.

You could not contain your excitement! Bill and you held hands and shook them in the air as you watched the product of one long stressful day.

Your future self sees the video and points out the numerous flaws and low quality but back then it was so cool to you. You thought you were on top of the world

Honey, you’ve got a big storm coming.

Tom didn’t speak much. He simply watched in awe, a smile of admiration and pride forming on his fine lips.

Later that day, you’d gather up with the rest of the band, David Jost and some crew members to celebrate your debut with cheap gas station champagne and ham and cheese bites the twins’s mom prepared.

You didn’t have much yet, but you’d just made a big step.

In the coming weeks you would see the immediate effects of monsun, were you ready? Who knew. What was undeniable was the immediate success that would follow.

AN: AAAAAA I kinda hate this ⋆｡ﾟﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ It was needed to include some of the process for your debut though! Take it as the calm before the storm I guess! Next part will take on the effects of your quick rise to fame on your everyday life and relationships. It will definitely dig more into your link with the boys, as this part barely had any interactions :(

As usual, take care, remember to eat and sleep!!

Love, Meryl <3

#tom kaulitz #bill kaulitz #tokio hotel #tokio hotel imagine #georg listing #gustav schäfer #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x reader #georg listing x reader #gustav schafer x reader #tokio hotel alien #kaulitz #kaulitz twins #tokio hotel imagines #tokio hotel scenarios #gustav schaefer

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keishawantskisses · 18 days

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Stupid rant about when I made this post

when I was thinking of the pillow fights, I'm gonna be honest with you guys, I was strictly thinking of bts🚶🏾‍♀️like YEAH OBVIOUSLY WITH MY OWN GANG TOO BUT.. cmon

I MEAN. WHAT CAN I SAY. IF I COULD HAVE ANY KIND OF PLATONICAL INTERACTION WITH BTS I WILL NOT BE CHOOSING A LAME ASS SUBTLE ONE.

I WANT PILLOW WARS. I NEED TO SEE THOSE ARMS FLEX💪🏼💪🏼

PLEASE JUST LOOK AT THEM BEFORE YOU SPEAK TO ME

And I do NOT CARE what anyone says right now because maybe you've figured me out. Maybe you've figured out I am an attention wh🤭re. Maybe you've noticed I am in fact touch starved. Or maybe you've just had the most bewildering realisation that "Oh my God. SHE REALLY IS JUST A HORNY ASS MAN HUNGRY BITCH!!😨😱 WHO THE HELL TOLD THIS WOMAN ABOUT SHIFTING" and to that I say, if you were given this chance this opportunity that only comes around once and only to the lucky ones, would you waste it on generic classic realities just to look Holy and innocent to the Internet? Really😐.

Cus I'll tell you one thing I can't stand the most are DISHONEST HYPOCRITIAL PICK ME SHIFTERS. Like tell me what the purpose of criticising other shifters for seeking out their wildest and strangest desires was. To make you look good? To make people think "oh yeah you tell em girl. Shifting for the sole intention of having a pillow fight with 7 godly gorgeous beefy men is ridiculous." "I bet she scripted being the most targeted one too just so she could have the most attention, what a pick me" YEAH I DID. AND WHAT ABOUT IT LMAO🤣🤣

Cus everyone in this room who has been a shifter for more than 10 days, knows that everyshifter has their secrets. So do YOU babe. I know you have your sick fantasies too don't fucking lie.

(Btw I am fighting with my own thoughts here, literally no one said any of those quotes but myself lol)

@livingmydreamlife5555 @theshifterbear @4ellieluv @cocozydiaries

#kpop shifting #shiftblr #desired reality #law of assumption #shifting realities #reality shift #reality shifting #shifters #shifting #master manifestor #4d reality #loa #drself #shifting community

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iicheeze · 1 year

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Notice me, Senpai! Prologue

Yandere Genshin Impact X Gender Neutral Reader YANDERE SIMULATOR AU

summary: It was your second year at Teyvat High. Expecting another normal year in your high school life. But why is there so many people suddenly courting you?!?! And why is there suddenly so many missing students?!?!

update: Now it has storyline previews for each nations (ones that are currently available at the game, of course.)

a/n: This is an explanation and cast of my Yandere Simulator AU story.

Starring..

Senpai as You.

[Name]'s Best Friend as Qingfu.

Mondstadt Edition

Ayano Aishi or Yandere Chan as Aether and Lumine.

Osana Najimi or First Week Rival as Eula Lawrence.

Amai Odayaka or Second Week Rival as Noelle.

Kizana Sunobu or Third Week Rival as Fischl / Amy.

Oka Ruto or Fourth Week Rival as Albedo Kreideprinz.

Asu Rito or Fifth Week Rival as Venti.

Muja Kina or Sixth Week Rival as Lisa Minci.

Mida Rana or Seventh Week Rival as Kaeya Alberich.

Osoro Shidesu or Eighth Week Rival as Diluc Ragnvindr.

Hanako Yamada or Ninth Week Rival as Amber (STRICTLY PLATONIC).

Megami Saikou or Tenth Week Rival as Jean Gunnhildr.

Storyline Preview;

Aether and Lumine was always the same. They're twins after all. Ever since they were born, all they do is help people. No matter what. No matter what they feel. No matter how difficult it may be. It's gotten to an extent where they couldn't feel anything anymore. They just feel hollow. As ever blue sky and its beautiful clouds just turned black and white.

Yet, it became colorful once more ever since they encountered their beloved senpai, [L. Name] [Name]. They can't help that they felt butterflies in their stomach and felt as if the world has gained colour once more!

Yet.. Why do they feel uneasy when they saw their beloved senpai talking to another person?

They can't let them go. Not when they make them feel this way. Not when they are the reason their world is colorful. Not when they make them feel as if they have finally gained a reason to live.

They've been helpful for so long. They're allowed to be selfish.. Right?

Liyue Edition

Ayano Aishi or Yandere Chan as Zhongli

Osana Najimi or First Week Rival as Xiao.

Amai Odayaka or Second Week Rival as Mao Xiangling.

Kizana Sunobu or Third Week Rival as Yelan.

Oka Ruto or Fourth Week Rival as Chongyun.

Asu Rito or Fifth Week Rival as Beidou.

Muja Kina or Sixth Week Rival as Shenhe.

Mida Rana or Seventh Week Rival as Ganyu.

Osoro Shidesu or Eighth Week Rival as Childe or Tartaglia.

Hanako Yamada or Ninth Week Rival as Hu Tao (STRICTLY PLATONIC).

Megami Saikou or Tenth Week Rival as Ningguang.

Storyline Preview;

Zhongli had always been the same. Considering, kind, but calm and content. Yet he couldn't shake off the feeling where he felt empty at the inside ever since his beloved, Guizhong, died due to a terminal sickness. He had long moved on from it. But his heart can't reset back to normal. He doesn't feel anything when people confess their feelings to him. Just hollow. Empty.

He can't help but long for the feeling of being in love again.

Yet, it all changed when he accidentally bumped into his senpai whilst walking around his new high school. Spilling their canned soda on him. It was supposed to be revolting. But he somehow doesn't mind. Not when his attention is fixated on their senpai.

When their hands touched, he felt something. Something growing inside him. Like a beautiful sunflower blooming once the sun rises.

He had forgotten what it feels like to be in love. If he is in love, is this what it feels like? Warm, but lovely? If it is, he'd want to feel like this forever.

Their interaction had already ended, yet his feelings kept growing.

However, a flower has to die in the end.

As he then saw his beloved senpai, talking to another man. So lovingly, so friendly. It couldn't help but make him feel rotten on the inside.

He finally gets his heart re-build once more, he can't have another broken. Not again. He will not let his senpai go. No matter what it takes. He doesn't care if he'll have blood on his hands. It's all for him and his senpai. He doesn't want to feel empty again. He will not let them go.

Inazuma Edition

Ayano Aishi or Yandere Chan as Kamisato Ayaka.

Osana Najimi or First Week Rival as Kuki Shinobu.

Amai Odayaka or Second Week Rival as Kaedehara Kazuha.

Kizana Sunobu or Third Week Rival as Yoimiya.

Oka Ruto or Fourth Week Rival as Sangonomiya Kokomi.

Asu Rito or Fifth Week Rival as Thoma.

Muja Kina or Sixth Week Rival as Yae Miko.

Mida Rana or Seventh Week Rival as Raiden Shogun or Ei.

Osoro Shidesu or Eighth Week Rival as Arataki Itto.

Hanako Yamada or Ninth Week Rival as Shikanoin Heizou (STRICTLY PLATONIC).

Megami Saikou or Tenth Week Rival as Kamisato Ayato.

Storyline Preview;

Kamisato Ayaka has always been known for their family clan and business. Due to her parents no longer here, she and her older brother had to take care of the business at a young age.

She was always known as smart, elegant, and kind. Yet she stayed alone. She wanted to have friends. But God forbid it.

But, that all changed when she entered High School. The one her older brother designed, to be perfect for her and himself.

She was just relaxing at the rooftop. Enjoying the breeze. Until she decided to practice her dance. After all, no one is there to watch, right?

That is where she was wrong.

Her body swayed along with the wind. Granting her body free moves as she continued to dance with the wind. As she finally finished, she heard clapping.

Turning to where the noise came from.. It was from.. You. Her senpai.

“ That was beautiful..! ”

It was such a simple compliment. So why did her heart start beating fast?

That interaction had ended. It was supposed to be a small one, anyways. As you were busy with other things.

But she couldn't help but think about you. Her senpai. Her mind is basically infested with it. What could she do to impress you once again? What could she do to meet you again? What could she do to finally be of someone's main attention?

She needs you. She has to have you. You were the only one who could understand her. Who could accompany her. Who could finally set your attention to her. Just her.

So just look at her again, won't you? Just her. Don't look at anyone else. You won't need anyone else with her around.

Sumeru Edition

(ADJUSTMENTS HAVE BEEN MADE TO FIT THE ROLES MORE PERFECTLY)

Ayano Aishi or Yandere Chan as Al-Haitham.

Osana Najimi or First Week Rival as Wanderer or Scaramouche.

Amai Odayaka or Second Week Rival as Candace.

Kizana Sunobu or Third Week Rival as Kaveh.

Oka Ruto or Fourth Week Rival as Tighnari.

Asu Rito or Fifth Week Rival as Nilou.

Muja Kina or Sixth Week Rival as Layla.

Mida Rana or Seventh Week Rival as Il Dottore.

Osoro Shidesu or Eighth Week Rival as Dehya.

Hanako Yamada or Ninth Week Rival as Nahida & Collei (STRICTLY PLATONIC).

Megami Saikou or Tenth Week Rival as Cyno.

Storyline Preview;

Al-Haitham had always been.. Pretentious.

He was smart, he was attractive, he was looked up on to, he was anything you can ask for in a man.

So why does he feel empty?

It felt as if something is missing. It always feels like something is missing inside him.

He had spent all his time on books, knowledge, education. And nothing else. Was it company he craved? No, he isn't.

Right?

His interaction with you was simple. Yet cliche.

You were just going to grab a book in the library, that was obviously too tall for you to take. Getting onto your toes, you tried again. Only for another hand to reach for the book, touching yours.

As soon as the two of you made contact, he can't help but feel.. full.

He felt as if his stomach was filled with sweets, love and butterflies. But it was illogical! There was no way he feels this way just by touching your hand.

You let him take the book as it isn't that important to you anyways. Leaving him alone with his thoughts.

It was a nice gesture of you for him. Do you really prioritize others than yourself?

He decided to brush those feelings off, calling them annoying. But his heart kept beating fast. Ignoring what his mind said.

His vision was fixated on you as you left the library, yet through the windows.. He saw you and another.. boy.

Why is he so rude to you? Why is he so mean to you? Why is he so cruel to you? And why are you just laughing it off? Why are you smiling at him so lovingly? Why are you even hanging out with him? Why? Why? Why?!

He doesn't understand. He hates feeling like this, but he can't help but want more. He's never felt anything like it. Why does he want you so bad? Why does he want to get rid of anyone that dares to stand next to you? He doesn't understand.

Yet he knows one thing. He need to get rid of those who dare to stand next to you, let alone talk to you!? He has to. He has to. Only HE is allowed to stand next to you! Only HE is allowed to talk to you! Only HE is allowed to see that beautiful smile of yours. Only HE is allowed to hear your laughs. Him, him, him! Not anyone else! He won't allow it.

Please remember that each edition has different storylines. But same ending. So I hope you all are anticipated for chapter one!

Notice Me, Senpai Masterlist

#genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #yandere genshin #yandere genshin x male reader #yandere genshin x reader #yandere genshin x gender neutral reader #yandere genshin x you #yandere genshin impact x female reader #yandere genshin impact #yandere genshin imagines #yandere genshin headcanons #yandere simulator #genshin impact x male reader #genshin impact x female reader #genshin impact x gender neutral reader

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jeonqkooks · 9 months

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Omg has it only been a year since strictly platonic came out?? It feels like sm longer I’ve been rereading that so often✋my favs ur amazing for that

i thought you were going to say that it's ALREADY been a year?? hahahaha. you reread it?? 🥺🥺 babe tysm ily <33

#re: strictly platonic #anon #answered

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the-s1lly-corner · 4 months

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Hi admin! May I request Proxies, Ben and Ej with a S/O that has albinism?

Also MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU(◍•ᴗ•◍)✧*。

Proxies + Ben + EJ x reader w/ albinism!

did a similar request for a few other characters; of which contained ej and toby so theyre going to be linked to that post in place of their part! obviously as per admins boundaries toby and ben are written as strictly platonic, the other characters can be read however you wish think i might answer this request and maybe another and then go stretch my legs!

MASKY:

can and will drag you back inside if you decide to go out with zero protection on a particularly sunny/bright/hot day, likely draws the attention of at least one passerby. can you imagine? a jogger or something seeing you stepping out of your home only for a masked man to drag you right back inside, then you re-emerge later with a sun hat and sunglasses. the most strictest(?) with you in regards to self care and making sure you're in the best health, definitely the sternest by far. but he doesnt mean anything malicious by it, promise! hes just very... protective of you and by god if it means going up against you then so be it.. extra quiet when you get migraines but honestly its not much of a difference, he already doesnt make much noise as it and he probably has jumpscared you on accident by unintentionally sneaking up on you... i was going to say he wouldnt offer his jacket but i feel that would contradict the whole "putting your safety first and being protective" thing he has going on... shrugs

HOODIE:

the most chill and accommodating out of them all outside of ej, i think. makes sure you pack your sunhats and stuff if its sunny out, helps you apply sunblock to any harder to reach spots to protect your skin.. also offers to wear his hoodie if you've forgotten something or there isnt any shade available nearby. though this is rare, since its not often that hoodie is just. out and about, unless you guys are in a remote area. offers massages if you feel a little more overworked than usual/have a migraine... might have to work on him having to warn you before just getting into it.. has probably startled you at least once when he just put his hands on your temples and started rubbing circles into them when you so much as slightly expressed some level of discomfort. very blunt and straightforward about it, you know?

BEN:

very likely knows about albinism but i dont think he would know everything about it. all he really knows is the whole "oh you have no/little pigment in your skin/hair/eyes", but anything else? nope, no clue. honestly i can kind of see him being an uninformed jerk in the beginning if you express any problems that you go through (be it medical or societal) but thats more so the dynamic between you two not being.. fully fleshed out/you two not being too close. bens a perpetual teen thats been stuck in a game for who knows how long.. though i do think if given enough time he might try to learn more about albinism, either through you or through his own means.. somehow.. dont look at your search history he totally didnt use your phone. very similar to how i wrote jeff in the linked post, but jeff strictly only learns how to help you cope by paying attention to your routines and mannerisms. he would be die than be caught putting any effort or care into someone else. ben on the other hand isnt as obsessed with his image imo. probably edits your alarms and sets reminders for you to pack your essentials if youre going out

EJ AND TOBY:

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #masky x reader #masky x you #hoodie x reader #hoodie x you #ben drowned x reader #ben drowned x you #ticci toby x reader #ticci toby x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you

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nimmie-nugget · 9 months

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⚠️IGNORE ALL OF THIS SINCE IM WORKING ON A PROPER INTRODUCTION RN⚠️

No but srsly tf did I do to Mui’s chin💀💀 the shadings also terrible 😔

Hi! I’m Chip! I’m a Female!(IM BOT CHIP IM NIM PLS IM NIM NIM NIM NIM)

and I love interacting with others! Don’t be shy to dm me🤗 I’d never skip an opportunity to make new friends! I’m a loner irl🥲

My content will mostly be about the Tokito twins but I will happily do other characters too!

I will gladly do your requests and if you want something specific please add some context!

I am not entirely fixated on Demon Slayer! Please scroll down and read “Extra Note”

Time zone: PST

Do not use my shit without permission! Thx :)

(👆—It’s not like their going to cuz have u seen what u wrote💀💀)

~RULES~

-No Smut

-No Incest

-No Phedopilia

Can be platonic, just specify what kind of relationship it is :)

Anything that I did not mention in the rules will be accepted!

~IMPORTANT~

Please do add some context so I know where I’m starting off, it’s just like- I’m terrible at starting things off 😭!

It can also be any AU you’d like!

If AU is not mentioned, the AU will immediately be chosen by me, and please specify if you want it to be a Oneshot or Headcannons!

Edit: why do I have 👆 here 😃?? AU would be original if not specified 😋

I can’t guarantee my fanfics will be as good, since I’m new to writing. (Not new anymore but I’m still using this as an excuse 🗿✨)

I do hope my fanfics live up to your expectations <3 (YEAHHH!! Don’t be disappointed if it didn’t live up to your expectations because I friggin put my efforts and shit in there 😤❤️)

~Extra Note~

Note for Xreader

I just want to mention the fandoms I write for Xreader~

Fandoms~

-Demon Slayer Tokito Twins are my main focus, tho I don’t mind if you want to request a different [Character] X Reader.

-MHA only the Todoroki Family.

-Helluva Boss Helluva Boss is not an excuse for nsfw. There will be a few suggestive content in Helluva Boss. A LOT of vulgar language, not just swearing but I will censor the words with ‘*’

-Hazbin Hotel Season 1 yuppy

-Yandere Simulator apparently the fandom is still somehow alive so I shall write 😎.

-Toilet-bound Hanako-kun Reboot yuppyyyy

-Five Nights at Freddy’s Strictly Platonic. Do specify the relationship between the character and reader when requesting.

-Security Breach Strictly Platonic. Do specify the relationship between the character and reader when requesting.

-Ruin DLC Strictly Platonic. Do specify the relationship between the character and reader when requesting.

-Migi To Dali these twins istg, thought they were genius’s in the beginning but turns out there idiots and I respect that. 🗿☕️

-The Amazing Digital Circus We have all gone too far in simping to turn back now. 😔

-Murder Drones V stan here, if she doesn’t make a comeback I’m gonna cry for the rest of my life.

And that is all for now~ I will update “Extra Note” as I get introduced to others fandoms!

P.s I know Fnaf, Security Breach, and Ruin DLC are from the same fandom but I just thought I should make it separate.

~SERIES~

Forever Infinity Hashira/Alive Yuichiro AU [Currently in a Re-making.] <No xreader>

👆I lied it’s never coming out 😋👍

~MASTERLIST~

Demon Slayer [No XReader]

Demon Slayer

Todoroki Family

Helluva Boss

Hazbin Hotel

Yandere Simulator [Coming soon…]

Toilet-bound Hanako-kun [Coming soon…]

Five Nights at Freddy’s [Coming soon…]

Security Breach [Coming soon…]

Ruin DLC [Coming soon…]

Migi To Dali [Coming soon…]

The Amazing Digital Circus [Coming soon…]

Murder Drones [Coming soon…]

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companions react to sole hugging them. Who would like it and who wouldn’t?

Okay!

Companions React to Hugs

Cait: She isn’t really one for hugs unless she and Sole are super duper close. Most of the time it’s a simple side hug, arm slung around the shoulder kind of thing. Usually won’t get a full hug out of her unless Sole is very emotional (during which she’ll be brutally uncomfy) or they’re romanced and alone. Let’s face it — Cait grew up fighting, literally, and being restrained by another person (even with good intentions) still isn’t a very comfortable position for her to be in. If Sole can weasel a real hug out of her, it is tense and stiff.

Curie: Hugs, hugs, all the time! Curie loves hugs! She was never able to give them before Sole, and now she’s dutifully making up for the 200 lost years of hugs. Will hug if someone’s excited, sad, sick, leaving, coming home, or if they just seem like they need one. (Don’t we all?) Her hugs are very tight and she is an avid rock-back-and-forth-er. Unless they’re sad. Then she’s more of a rub-their-back-er.

Codsworth: He can’t really hug, but he’ll take what he can get! He likes the idea of hugs and, even if it isn’t the most practical thing, wouldn’t mind getting more. The spherical shape of his body makes it easy for Sole to wrap their arms around, even if it is a little awkward. But you wont hear him complaining!

Danse: He leans more toward other displays of affection for the soldiers under his command, like pats on the shoulders. He would either have to be, a) pretty close to Sole, or b) in the presence of someone justifiably upset to get him to break out a real hug. It is a display of vulnerability, and vulnerability is often a sign of weakness. And he doesn’t want that. If he’s romanced, he’ll do it more behind closed doors. His hugs are warm, like hugging a radiator, and totally massive bear hugs.

Deacon: Deacon is sort of a hit or miss kind of hugger. He isn’t super comfortable with real affection yet, not after Barbara. He will jokingly give hugs that don’t warrant actual emotion — the sweep Sole off the ground, spin four times and drop them on their head kind of hug. Real hugs are harder to come by, usually only if Sole and him are very close. He won’t initiate them on his own (unless Sole really needs one) so Sole will have to do it. But that doesn’t mean he doesn’t like them. Deacon’s hugs are either quick and fun or gentle and long. No inbetween.

Gage: Sole just won’t get a hug from him unless they’re romanced, sorry. He’s too old and too hardened for all that fluffy crap. He won’t even hug if Sole’s sobbing. Maybe a hand on the back, but no hugs. They are strictly reserved for when he fully and completely entrusts his life into a person. And even then, he isn’t very good at them. He grew up in a tight knit family but it’s all been stripped out of him — he’ll have to re-learn how to be a good hugger. They’re always short, stiff, and followed by a sarcastic remark about how hugging is stupid, probably. (Even though he secretly loves it.)

Hancock: He loves hugs, too! He’ll give them to Sole whenever, romanced or not. Sometimes a side hug, sometimes a full hug, sometimes a tackle hug, sometimes clinging to them like a koala. Could be a split second or ten minutes if he needs to ground himself. He doesn’t care. They’re always, not necessarily warm, but… way too inviting to pass up. Hancock loves having somebody he can share hugs with that isn’t actually going anywhere anytime soon, like most people and short lived friends that only wanted him for parties and party shenanigans. Sole will get at least two hugs a day from him, at least.

MacCready: He likes hugs he’s just awkward about it sometimes. Will hug platonically or romantically. He’s twenty-two, with the stress of his son’s life looming over his head, so he needs one every now and then, and he’s sure Sole does, too. He usually uses other acts of affection when he’s happy, nudges or fun shoved, hugs are usually just when him or Sole are upset or drained. If he’s romanced, he’ll do them more often. His hugs are warm and snuggly. C’mon, he’s a dad, so he knows just the way to make someone feel safe within a single embrace. He’s a huge head on the shoulder person, and his hugs are typically long and very comforting. Can and will coax Sole to sleep at least once just by hugging them.

Nick: He’s never really been a huge fan of hugs just because of his synthetic body. He’s afraid of them being uncomfortable, but they are quite the contrary. Nick’s hugs are cool, as opposed to the warm machine everyone thinks he is, and the soft whirring and buzzing of his internal systems are very calming. He usually tries to overcompensate during hugs by using his (not exposed) hand to stroke their hair or rub their back, anything he really can to make up for his… well, lack of warm and cuddliness. He is used to initiating hugs in his line of work, and even more used to getting shoved away or mocked, so he doesn’t initiate anymore. He might start to again, just with Sole.

Piper: She likes hugs and will initiate and take them romanced or not! She’s an older sister so she’s used to them, and she’s had to whip them out before when people got emotional during interviews. She loves hugging Sole and will do it a lot like the stereotypical best friend she is. She does it pretty much anytime Sole is excited or sad. Her hugs range from tight and rocking back and forth to loose and tired, depending on the circumstances. She, like Hancock, is just happy to have someone she can share them with because, frankly, not many people like her.

Preston: He, canonically, isn’t a hugger, but will suck it up if Sole needs one. He tries (and fails miserably) not to get attached to people after Quincy and he figures hugs into that. But, despite that, his hugs are arguably the best, maybe only bested by MacCready’s. He is a total bear hugger and his hugs are undeniably warm and comforting. He will, once he gets closer to Sole, get more comfortable with giving and receiving them.

X6-88: Does not hug. Resists the urge to throttle Sole across the room if they do. Why are they touching him? He knew the emotional implication but honestly, didn’t care. If Sole was crying, he’d probably just stand stiff as a board and let them, then scold them later. Otherwise he’s going to push them away and scold them right then. Don’t touch him.

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