#and what if i exploded huh? what if i just exploded and crumbled away right now huh???

[skitskatdacat63]

AND I'M SUPPOSED TO BE NORMAL ABOUT THIS??????

I am staring intently

#so sorry to my parents if they just heard the anguished scream of a dying animal i let out when i saw this #HE FUCKED THAT OLD MAN #WHAT OTHER EXPLANATION IS THERE #OH YM GODSDDD #how can i be normal about this???? how???? how!???!?! #no bcs i was already dying from hyperness after fernando's p2 but this???????????? #WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO NOW #and what if i exploded huh? what if i just exploded and crumbled away right now huh??? #genuinely feel like a rabid dog rn #lance stroll #fernando alonso #fa14 #ls18 #strollonso #alonstroll #f1 #formula 1 #formula one #we do a little bit of f1 #2023 miami gp #2023 miami grand prix

[misslaevna]

could you write dazai, chuuya and akutagawa with a fem s/o who kisses them in the middle of an argument?

Here you go! ♡ I actually got another request with this same trope, y'all like kissing bsd men huh hehe

When you kiss them in the middle of an argument

characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa

tw: idk fighting?? slight violence (we're talking about Chuuya here after all) but not towards s/o (reader is just referred to as 'you')

masterlist and requesting

≪ Dazai ≫

It was rare for the two of you to argue - mostly because Dazai usually took off god knows where before an argument could’ve happened.

When he returned, he reassured you everything is fine; he’s fine, you’re fine, your relationship is fine.

You, however, didn’t feel fine.

Both of you knew this can’t go on forever and the situation you (he) created was like a ticking bomb, bound to explode sooner or later.

And finally it did.

‘Osamu, no. You’re not pulling another disappearing act. We’re having this out in the open, right here, right now.’, you yelled while grabbing onto his coat when he was about to turn the doorknob.

‘Are we?’ he said in a tone which sent shivers down your spine. A tone so gentle, so soft, yet so… intimidating, it sent shivers down your spine. As if the aura of the room has changed, as if the tension was frozen in the air between you two.

When he turned his head towards you, his eyes met with yours - his gaze, like daggers into your soul. Those eyes, those sinister eyes - you could swear those eyes weren’t human.

Not that his sinister gaze would scare you, though. You tightened your grip around his  arm, took a deep breath and dived into the deep, dark depths of… basically everything you couldn’t say to him until now.

Before you realized, you weren’t the only one raising your voice: it was also him. 

Both of you were like oil to each other’s fire - one of you said one thing, the other spiraled off of that, and before long, even the collected and smart Dazai was resorting to petty arguments.

Until…

‘Well, y/n, I don’t even know why I always come back, but I always do! I just always have to come back to you!’

‘You mean you never once intended to come back when you left?!’ you screamed with tears in your eyes.

‘And you know what’s funny?! I can’t go a day without you, and I always fucking end up here, because I don’t know what else to do! I keep thinking about you, I keep wanting to come back because I love you, and I never felt like this before with anyone else! I ju-’

Before he could finish the sentence, as if your body moved on its own - you grabbed him by the collars of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss.

This man wasn’t constantly leaving to hurt you - he didn’t know what else to do.

When you kissed him, Dazai’s body slowly but surely into the kiss and his lips rested on yours with a newfound serenity.

He placed his hands on your waist, holding you firmly, as if you could slip out of his touch any minute - no. He couldn’t allow that to happen. 

He needs you. He wants to be beside you, he really does. He wants to protect you, he wants to support you, he wants to be your boyfriend. He so desperately wants you to be happy, and he wants to be the reason for your happiness.

When you pulled away from the kiss, you were at a loss for words, as if you poured all your affection and love into that one, passionate kiss.

‘Y/n… I don’t want to want to leave anymore.’

‘You’re not going anywhere.’ you whispered, pulling him into a tight hug - for the first time, you felt like you made huge progress forwards in your relationship.

≪ Chuuya ≫

‘For fuck’s sake!’ Chuuya screamed; you, however, were unsure if this was directed towards you or he was just swearing to himself.

Because currently, he was doing both.

You had arguments, sure - but fights, not that much.

This one seemed serious though: two wine glasses already crumbled to pieces in Chuuya’s hands.

Looking back at it, it was somewhat expectable that you two would have a fight sooner or later: Chuuya’s been working like crazy nowadays, sometimes not sleeping for 40 hours, not coming home at all, not even responding to your texts. 

At this time, Chuuya’s been awake for around 35 hours. He just arrived home, not even saying hi to you, not a kiss, not a hug, nothing - he headed straight into the kitchen to pour himself a glass of red wine, but the wine opener seemed to be lost.

Which was, for some reason, your fault. 

‘Why did you have to misplace that fucking wine opener, y/n?! I’m so fucking done I swear to god!’ he growled, pacing up and down in the kitchen. 

‘Maybe take a better fucking look around and instead of blaming me, act like a decent fucking person!’ you yelled, crossing your arms, returning the death glare he was shooting in your direction.

Finally, he stopped pacing.

You thought this is it and he’s calmed down.

You were wrong.

He slammed his fist into the kitchen counter, so hard that it crumbled. 

‘I’m way too fucking stressed for your bullshit!’ he screamed, staring at the destroyed kitchen counter, his hand still in a fist, his jaw clenched.

You were so, so frustrated with him - but your heart ached for him.

‘Y/n, seriously, just fu-’

You knew Chuuya better than to lose your cool and spiral into an actual, full-fledged fight. This wasn’t the first time he came back completely stressed out, and this wasn’t the first time you suffered the consequences of his stress from work - he had outbursts like this sometimes, but nearly not as serious as this one.

So you carefully placed your hands on his cheeks, and leaned in - gently placing your lips onto his.

For a moment, as if Chuuya froze into place by your sudden choice of action.

After a couple of seconds, you let go of the kiss and looked into his eyes. ‘Better?’

Chuuya let out a loud breath through his nose - now it was him who locked his lips onto yours. Much more passionately and possessively than you did.

After the kiss, he placed one of his hands on your waist, and another on your neck while he leaned his forehead against yours. 

‘Much better. Y/n, I’m so fucking sorry.’

You let out a faint smile, pressing a kiss on his forehead. 

‘Let’s go to bed, baby. We’re both tired.’ you said.

≪ Akutagawa ≫

You’re not… sure what you’re doing right now.

Are you having a passive aggressive conversation or an argument?

It’s sometimes very hard to pin that down with Akutagawa.

But once again, the topic was no other than his previous mentor, Dazai.

You hated talking about that bandage-wasting machine. You hated how he ruined Akutagawa, you absolutely despised how he skewed your lover’s perspective about basically everything.

But most of all, you hated how he poisons Akutagawa’s mind to this day. 

It was one of those evenings where Akutagawa was both lost in thoughts and lost in training - if you could call that training. To you, it looked like it was training labeled as torture.

‘Ryu, stop.’ you demanded, for the hundredth time. You knew he trains rough, but this was just pointless suffering at this point. 

You always knew how much pain, suffering and despair he’s carrying inside his heart - and you always meant to share the burden, to ease it up a little. However, that was not always easy.

‘I can’t! I need to get stronger, don’t you get it?!’ he screamed, while Rashoumon ominously towered behind him - almost as if it’s ready to launch, towards you.

‘No, don’t you get it?!’ you yelled back, while marching towards him.

‘You are enough!’ you shouted once again, but this time, straight to his face. Akutagawa’s eyes widened at your sudden outburst - you very rarely raised your voice, so every occasion you chose to, caught him off guard.

What caught him off guard even more was that you pressed your lips on his after screaming his head off.

Stunned by your sudden affection, all he was capable of doing was to place his hand on your arm while slowly but surely giving in and returning the kiss.

After your lips parted, you looked into his eyes, taking a deep breath and loudly exhaling through your nose. ‘Do you believe me now?’

Akutagawa stood there quietly, still quite surprised from your sudden course of actions - after a couple seconds which seemed like forever, he slowly nodded, staring at the ground.

‘Forgive me.’

You gently shook your head, ‘It’s alright, dear. Let’s go and get some tea.’

Akutagawa softly smiled. ‘Sounds good.’

___________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

more from me:

taking care of a sick reader (Dazai, Chuuya)

hugging Fyodor headcannons

#bungou stray dogs #osamu dazai #chuuya nakahara #akutagawa ryonosuke #bsd dazai #bsd chuuya #bsd akutagawa #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #bsd headcannons #bsd fanfic #bungou stray dogs fanfic

[anonymous-dentist]

Cellbit has always dreamed of dying.

Growing up on the streets, death was his best friend and closest companion. He did what he had to do to survive, and he fell asleep every night under the bridge holding his knife to his chest just in case anyone tried getting smart with him.

The Man In Black always told him that he was too close to death, and Cellbit always agreed. He’d smile and ask the Man In Black for some candy or for a cigarette, and sometimes he’d even get something. (Usually the candy. Not the cigarette.)

By the time he had finally aged out of the system, Cellbit had decided that he wanted to die in a cool way, like on tv. He wanted to explode. He didn’t want to die of pneumonia or anything boring like that; he wanted to be remembered, because maybe then he’d finally get to meet the family he couldn’t remember at his tombstone.

Now, at the ripe old age of 26, Cellbit’s wish is finally being granted as Felps plows the van right into the side of some old hotel Cellbit doesn’t know the name of.

Cellbit sees the wall approaching, eyes widening in a sudden and unfamiliar panic, and he has just enough time to think, ‘Wait, no, I changed my mind-’, before the van makes impact and the world goes white.

He doesn’t feel a thing.

“Cellbit…”

But it’s so beautiful, the End. The ether swirls around him like pearlescent soap bubbles tickling his skin; he’s floating.

“Cellbit..!”

His fingertips are tingling, but he can’t see them. Does he want to? They’re burning, just like the rest of him is. He doesn’t want to see that.

Eyes closed and at peace for the first time in his life, he drifts. The Man In Black was wrong: death is warm.

It’s warm.

It’s hot.

“Cellbit!”

He opens his eyes and stares down at his charred, burning corpse, and he listens to Pac scream- still alive in the back of the van- and he feels Mike’s hand scramble to hold his, and that’s.

“Oh,” Cellbit says, voice hoarse and oddly choked. He swallows the cold in his throat. “So that’s it.”

His body is already unrecognizable. Hair’s gone, skin’s charred. Ugly as hell, but, well, it’s what he wanted.

“Pac…” Mike murmurs. So he’s dead, too. Huh.

There’s a weird buzzing in Cellbit’s skin, eyes on the back of his neck. But when he whips his head around to stare at the hotel at his back, all he sees is a brief flash of red. Nothing, just the building.

“Where’s Felps…?” Cellbit breathes. He jerks his hand out of Mike’s and runs to the driver’s side of the van. “Felps!”

He blinks, and then there’s Forever standing next to him looking very confused.

“What the…” Forever looks around before settling his eyes on his body. “Oh.”

Cellbit puts a hand on his shoulder. His bare shoulder- did he fucking die shirtless? No way…

Cellbit takes his hand off of his shoulder.

“We shouldn’t have let Felps drive,” he says.

Forever glares at him. “No shit! Dude, we’re dead!”

Pac wails. Somehow, he’s still alive. Mike’s by his side, at least, pressed against the outside of the van by Pac’s seat trying to talk to him.

“He’s fine,” Cellbit points out.

“Not for long!” Forever shouts. He runs his hands through his hair before flopping onto the ground in a despairing heap. “Fuck! I knew I shouldn’t have accepted that ad-”

“To be fair, dying wasn’t exactly in the job description,” Cellbit dryly says. He settles into the grass next to Forever, kinda sorta feeling miles and miles away. Shock, he thinks. Huh.

Forever covers his face with his hands and groans, “How are we even here? We’re dead!”

“Ghosts,” Mike comments from the far side of the van. Pac has gone quiet, r-i-p. “Kinda cool, honestly.”

“How is this cool? We’re dead!”

Cellbit stares down at the grass. It’s burning, too, because of course it is. It’s going to die, too. Huh.

He tunes Forever and Mike out as he notices that it isn’t the grass that’s on fire. It’s him: his fingertips are smoldering and crumbling into ash and reforming and crumbling and reforming and crumbling and-

“Hey guys!”

He snaps his head up just in time to watch Felps clamber out of the hole in the wall with a bright smile on his face.

“Look what I’ve got!” he calls, waving one arm.

The other arm drags along a yawning child rubbing his eye with his knuckles.

“You guys suck,” the kid grumbles. (Well, at least he speaks Portuguese…) “I was literally asleep.”

Forever glances out from between his fingers and immediately groans and hides his eyes again.

“I’m not SEEING this,” he moans. “I’m fine, I’m not dead, we aren’t dead, Felps didn’t kill a child…”

“A child?” Pac exclaims, popping into existence next to Mike on the other side of the van.

Cellbit sighs and flops onto his back, eyes slipping shut again. His hand finds Forever’s arm, and he loosely holds it, smiling slightly as Forever swaps his arm out for his hand.

“At least we don’t have to pay rent anymore,” he tells Forever.

So there’s that.

#qsmp ghost au #a.d.'s fics i suppose #a.d.'s fics i suppose. #tw death #tw derealization

[prismaticpichu]

Nibelheim Roadblock #1 ~ “Flip-Phone”

Sent by @altocat!! Tysm!! <3

~

“I want to be alone.”

Zack had been told that a total of three times—a total of three times, to match the three times he had tried to visit Sephiroth in that godforsaken library. One visit for the first three days he had been holed up there. And the thing was that each time it got gradually more aggressive, too, morphing and sharpening from an aching, quiet request to a jagged snarl. The last one had been a snarl, anyway. The guy simply whipped around the second he crossed the threshold and told him to get away.

So… going back wasn’t exactly an option.

It then occurred to him, a staggering three days later, that he didn’t need to go back.

Sephiroth had his PHS with him. His PHS.

Conveniently, ShinRa also made sure he had the best of the best too—y’know, the ones with insanely long battery life that could survive perhaps a week without being touched? Yeah. Sephiroth had that in his pocket the whole damn time.

Thus, the plan was simple: call Sephiroth, as opposed to potentially losing a finger trying to go back. The worst he could do was not answer, right? And then he could just keep calling until he did. Sephiroth would have to tell him to shut up eventually.

So, sitting on an old bench in the heart of town, Zack punched in his friend’s number and brought the phone to his ear

———

Little did anyone know that Her grasp was near complete. Sephiroth sat completely still in that desk, a book open, yet having long stopped digesting any of the words written. It was futile; he already had absorbed everything that he needed to know—everything to give Her life, to nourish Her, to finally give Her a voice that could breathe hexing calls into his ears.

And now, with his mind a barren field, She was ready. At last. Ready to sew the final, culminating thought that would end it all.

Leave this place.

Sephiroth’s eyes narrowed, listening.

Unleash that rage. That hatred. Let those humans suffer for what they did to you.

Sephiroth reached into his pocket, fingers grazing the spherical contours of a Firaga.

Burn the—

BRIIIIINNGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!

The obnoxious sound cut through the silence—RENDED IT—exploding across the hollow noiselessness that had fallen over the past seventy two hours. And as most explosions do, it sent the hapless individual who happened to be in its radius flying backwards.

Sephiroth jolted up from his chair in a sudden, whipping stand—and coupled with the lack of hydration or nourishment in a dangerously long amount of time, the abrupt movement was not something his body was willing to handle. The headache came on fast—BLITZED HIM—his hands flying to his head in a viselike clutch as he stumbled backwards and into the nearest bookshelf. Countless records cascaded down, each and every one managing to crash against the startled warrior’s skull, one after another, bringing Sephiroth to his knees as he proceeded to crumble against the now-skeletal bookshelf.

Needless to say that a goddamn eruption was not was Zack was expecting to hear when the line clicked. He dropped everything then, tearing through the town and into the manor and down the stairs and towards the library where he prayed with everything he had that all limbs were still in their respective sockets.

They were.

What he found upon arriving was Sephiroth, still very much intact, but slumped bonelessly against an empty bookshelf, a lonesome Firaga having rolled under the desk like a runaway meatball.

“Oh my god, Seph!” Zack bolted to his side and melted to his knees, sweeping books off his body like fallen debris. “Hey, can you hear me? Are you okay?”

Thankfully, it was only a few beats that passed before Sephiroth struggled his eyes open.

“Mnhm… My head….” he moaned feebly.

Relief crashed over the boy, relaxing back on his knees. “Yeah….” he said with an assuaged sigh. “That looked like a pretty nasty spill.”

“…Is clear….”

Zack blinked. “Huh?”

“The buzzing….” Sephiroth elaborated. “N’it’s…. gone.”

“….’Buzzing?’” Zack parroted, not any less confused than a few seconds ago.

“She told me…. to listen… but I didn’t want to, at first….” Sephiroth coughed. “Then the buzzing started….”

Oh man. He hit his head so hard that he was delirious.

Zack’s eyes softened into concerned sympathy, and he promptly slipped under his friend’s arm then, using his own body as a makeshift crutch as he carefully arched his spine and aided Sephiroth to a stand.

“Let’s get you out of here, buddy. A nice long nap will cure that headache of yours in no time.”

And your brain.

Sephiroth didn’t protest as Zack began guiding him towards the door, one step at a time, didn’t struggle or balk or question as he was gingerly led up the stairs and back into the foyer, back into the dank upstairs level that he hadn’t graced since nearly a week prior.

But it was there at the door, before they stepped into the liberating Nibelheim air, that Sephiroth let a single, slurred word roll viscously from his tongue. He was hardly aware of it, was hardly aware of its weight. He just knew it meant something.

“Mon… ster….”

It didn’t take much thought to realize what he was insinuating. It didn’t take much time to think of a response, either. Not when we had been thinking it non stop for the past seven days.

“You’re not.” Zack gave his friend a reassuring squeeze, keeping his voice soft yet vehement. “Genesis was wrong, you hear me? You are you, buddy. No matter what funky alien DNA you got. You can’t forget that too… okay?”

They stepped out into the wintry, amber dusk, a funny smile crossing Zack’s lips.

“Y’know, was actually gonna tell you all that on the phone. Thought maybe it’d get through to your ears better.”

….Phone?

Even with consciousness sloshing around in his head, fading in and out in its wavering dance, Sephiroth still caught that single, strange word. And it did something, inside him… sparked something—a memory, and that memory had someone in it…. a shape he recognized… a name he remembered… And that memory, through all the questions still swimming around in his head, through the aches and open wounds, managed to break through to the surface.

“….Zack….” Sephiroth mumbled.

Zack’s face came alight with a smile, another surf of relief crashing. “Yeah, buddy. I’m right here.”

“….This is…. the second time… you caused me physical pain with a phone call.”

#sephiroth #ffvii #zack fair #crisis core #fangirl #nibelheim #pichu writing #weenie hut jrs #nibelheim fix-it #ff7 #stupidity #randomness #floof

[dialovers-translations]

Diabolik Lovers LOST EDEN ー Ayato Heaven [03]

CHAPTER MASTERLIST

ー The scene starts by the lake

Yui: ( How am I going to tackle today’s homework...? I already have a hard time coming up with poems as is... )

( On top of that, the theme is a poem you would dedicate to a loved one... )

( I have no idea what to write... )

*Flip*

Yui: This is no good...I can’t submit this...

*Splash* 

Yui: ( I wonder if something will spark inside my head by gazing at the water... )

ー A strong gust of wind blows away the sheet of paper

Yui: Ah!

( Oh no! What if somebody sees the poem I wro... ーー !? )

*Thud* 

Yui: Kyaah!

*SPLASH*

Yui: ( ...I can’t believe the ground crumbled underneath my feet...! )

*Splash splash*

Yui: ( S-Somebody! Save me...! )

Ayato: Chichinashi!? 

Hang on! I’ll save you right away!

*Splash* 

Ayato: I’m pullin’ you out of the water, ‘kay!? 

*Splash splash* 

Yui: Cough...Thank you, Ayato-kun...

( I’m safe... )

Ayato: Geez, the fuck are you doin’!? You got lucky that I just so happened to pass by but...

Yui: Yeah, I truly am sorry...

Ayato: Come on, wear this.

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ( ...His jacket...Ayato-kun’s so sweet... )

Ayato: Anyway, what were you doin’ out here? 

Yui: Well...

( ...Speaking of which, the poem I wrote...I wonder where it went...? )

( If somebody picks it up and reads it, I think I’ll just die from embarrassment...! )

Ayato: ...Oi, everythin’ alright?

Yui: Ah. Um...I was just out on a short walk!

Ayato: Hmm. A walk...huh...?

By the way, I picked up somethin’ pretty sweet on my way here.

Yui: Something sweet?

Ayato: Yeah. Here, take a look. ‘A poem for my beloved’, it reads. 

I wonder who wrote this? Hehe...Hilarious. 

This part in particular... ‘You are my everything’. Who are they? Richter!? 

Yui: ...

Ayato: Hm? Is somethin’ wrong? 

Yui: N-Nothing...

( W-What now...!? Out of all people, of course Ayato-kun had to be the one to pick it up...! )

ー Ayato moves closer

Ayato: ...You’re actin’ kinda off. Don’t tell me you’re keepin’ secrets from me? 

Yui: ...I-I’m...not. Anyway...I think I’ll head back to the manor soon...

( It feels like my head is going to explode. Anyway, I have to get away from here right now... )

Ayato: ...There really is somethin’, isn’t there? You’re obviously actin’ weird...

Yui: I’m not acting weird...I mean, look, I’m drenched, at this rate, I’ll...

Ayato: Nah, that doesn’t matter. I want you to stay here a bit longer.

Yui: Eh...!? 

Ayato: ...Don’t worry, I’ll help you warm up a lil’ right away, okay? Hehe... 

*Rustle rustle* 

Yui: ...!

ー Ayato bites her

Ayato: Nn...Nnh...

Yui: ( He suddenly started sucking my blood...! )

Ayato: ...See? This’ll heat you up in no time, won’t it? 

Nn...Kuh...Nnh...Haah...As usual, nothin’ beats your blood. 

Yui: Ah, Ayato...kun...

Ayato: How’s that? I bet you feel warm now?

*Rustle* 

Yui: ( ...I mean, it’s true that I’m no longer bothered by the cold from the water but... )

( That isn’t the part which had me truly worried... )

Ayato: Haah...Oh well, I suppose I’ll call it a day for now...

...So? What were you tryin’ to cover up? Just fess up already!

Yui: ( ...He knows...! )

Ayato: If you’re goin’ to play dumb again, I’ll continue suckin’ your blood until you pass out, do you understand? 

Yui: N-No way...!

Ayato: Hah! Don’t be an idiot by tryin’ to keep secrets from me. 

Yui: ...

Ayato: Hmm...You’re more stubborn than usual today. What could you be hidin’...?

You’re not gonna say that you’re the one who wrote this cringy-ass poem, right?

In that case, I’d totally get why you’d want to keep it a secret. Haha.

Yui: ...

Ayato: ...Wait, haah? What’s with that reaction? 

Don’t tell me...You seriously wrote this...? 

Yui: S-So what!? It’s part of the homework so I had no other choice, did I!? 

( Aah, god...! I’m so embarrassed, I wish I could just disappear into thin air...! )

Ayato: ...Heeh, I see...Hmm~...

In that case, this poem’s mine now.

Yui: W-Why!? You can’t do that!!

Ayato: And why not? I mean, this poem is directed at me, isn’t it? 

After all, it’s called ‘a poem for my beloved’, correct? 

Yui: ...!

Ayato: Oh well, don’t worry, I won’t show this to anyone else. I’ll treasure it. 

Yui: ( Ayato-kun... )

Ayato: ...I mean, I’m sure it’d be great teasin’ material for whenever you get cheeky with me, don’t you agree? Hehe. 

Yui: ...How mean!

ーー THE END ーー

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #ayato sakamaki #lost eden #diabolik lovers translation #leayatoheaven3

[yunho-1999]

Chapter fourteen - Also Human.

A week went by. A very weird and confusing week. A week where you barely spoke to anyone, because no one wanted to say anything. It was like you guys didn’t know what to say. Like walking on eggshells constantly. 

Everyone was scared, scared of losing one another by some hurtful words. Everyone was like a ticking time bomb ready to explode.

And it was killing you. 

This isn’t what you imagined would happen when Beomgyu came back. You wanted everything to be like before, was that too much to ask? For you guys to be all happy around each other.

But that wasn’t the case, you thought you could even count with one hand how many times you saw either of them smile or even laugh that week. Not even when you guys watched your favorite movie.

Things didn’t get better, they didn’t get worse. It just seemed like time was passing by. That’s it. You had no feelings. Like emptiness engulfed you completely, everything you felt kept away in some sort of feeling box that could explode at any given moment. A box that was more fragile than you thought. 

A few text messages popped up on your screen. Taehyun.

He had been trying to contact you for the past two days. Wanting to know if everything was okay. Because after the kiss, you guys didn’t see each other anymore. You assumed it was because of his parents, and you didn’t want to bother. Family stuff was always complicated.

You wanted to answer, but at the same time it felt weird. Like, how were you supposed to act now? Like nothing happened? Maybe he wanted to confess to you, but you weren’t ready for that. You knew that you weren’t mentally stable in any way for a relationship, and it would end up just hurting everyone even more.

Beomgyu had been anxious lately, very, very anxious. His eyes looked neurotic, always wandering around the house nervously. His leg wouldn’t stop moving, he wouldn’t stop moving. Always looking for something to do. 

You knew the reason, and it made your chest ache in pain. He had been good, keeping his promise, not using drugs. But it wasn’t easy, oh no, it was so difficult. So difficult seeing your friend practically crumble and cry every few hours because he felt awful. 

He was paranoid, he needed the dopamine. He wanted it more than ever. To evade all of this. To evade the situation he created. His mind was his worst enemy. He felt everything was his fault, that he was the problem of all the things that happened in his life. That His dad was right. He was nothing more than a useless crackhead.

Yeonjun wasn’t doing much better either. He spent most of the day sleeping, and when he didn’t, he would just be silent, staring at a wall, picking onto that very deep wound he created on his finger. It looked infected, it hurt. But he couldn’t bother to ask for your help. He felt like a burden. 

And you couldn’t bother to go help, not because you didn’t want to, but because you simply hadn’t noticed. 

Your steps were slow, as you looked at the door. Thinking about going inside. Not really wanting to. What some day felt like your home, didn’t feel like it anymore. Everything was crumbling down.

You hesitated, anxious feet tapping onto the ground. Until you felt a hand on your shoulder. Scared, you turned around, just to see Soobin there.

“Hey… Are you okay? You don’t look so well…” He was right, your eyes looked dead inside, that usual glint of light gone. The circles under your eyes betrayed you, letting everyone know how badly you slept these days. And your lips, your usual soft lips, were cracked, a bunch of small red wounds decorating them. 

“Huh? Oh… Me? Well, yeah… It’s fine, I mean, I’m fine” You try to smile and wave him off. You had also lost your patience with other people trying to chime in into your life.

Specially Heeseung, he could fuck off. 

“You sure…? I don’t mean to sound rude, but, you look awful” His eyes were filled with worry, and you felt bad. He was always so nice, why was he always so nice? Why did he try to help you? You never did anything for him. So why was he always there?

“Oh…” You didn’t know what to say, because he was right. You weren’t okay, and you looked even worse. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I’m just really worried… For you.” He held one of your hands, his felt soft, like a cloud came down and held onto you. Like a beam of hope.

But you couldn’t accept it. It would feel like taking advantage of him. It would make you feel even more terrible. This was your problem, so you had to solve it. No one else. 

“It’s okay Soobin. I can deal with it” You quickly grabbed the keys and decided to go for the door, but he stopped you.

“You know you can tell me, right? I will be there for you. I’ve told you many times. I want to help you. Really.” He kept holding your hand, looking into your eyes.

You couldn’t help but choke up a little, the feeling of wanting to cry growing bigger.

“Why? It doesn’t make sense. Why would you want to help me?” You look away, this question has always been on your mind. 

You just took his help and didn't think much about it, because it always felt good to have someone to rely on, no matter what. But within this week, a lot of things changed. You changed.

“Well… If I’m being honest, I kind of pity you…” There it was, the word you hated the most. Pity. “But not in a bad way” He waved his hands nervously as if he had just read your mind. “I just hate seeing you feeling sad, I don’t know exactly why, but I just feel like I should help you… It’s weird, I’ve always associated it with pity, but I know it’s not that. Or maybe it is. But whatever it is. It makes me feel anxious for you, I keep wondering how you are, and if you’re feeling okay. That’s why when I see you like this, I can’t help but wonder how to help. Because you also need someone to help you Y/n… You can’t always be the one helping people. You’re also human.” 

You couldn’t help but to start crying, crying your eyes out. Finally letting your feelings take over you. Those feelings that were trapped, suffocating you. 

You were also human.

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[tickleraptorss]

"m-mio, what are you doing?" noah stuttered as mio continuously peppered kisses over his face. it felt like he was getting licked by an actual cat rather than being showered in affection by his girlfriend.

"what does it look like?" mio giggled. "what, you don't like it?" she paused to look up at noah, who she'd trapped in a hug. his face was impossibly red, his blush extended all the way to the tips of his ears.

"no, i-i do! it's just..."

"it's just...?"

noah averted his gaze, looking off into the distance lest he explode from embarrassment. mio simply pouted in response.

"aww, come on! what? are you embarrassed?" mio feigned hurt in her words, but noah could pick up that little hint of mischief in her voice from a mile away. he let out a flustered whine in response, which, spark, was that one of the cutest things mio's ever heard. "whaaat? what's wrong?"

"nothing! nothing's wrong, i promise," noah says, looking back at mio only to see that look. that all too familiar look that only spelled trouble for the kevesi off-seer. unfortunately, there wasn't anything he could do to escape his fate, which he became all the more aware of when he felt mio's hands settle on his sides.

"uh huh," mio huffed and twitched her fingers slightly. the movement was so small, and yet she swore that noah's entire body jolted at just that little movement. she didn't move her fingers again, they merely stayed where they were on noah's sides, but she could feel his muscles tense up and his breath hitch. she didn't say anything else, only stayed right where she was and waited.

"mio..." and there it was.

"mhmm?" she glanced up at noah again, seeing a nervous smile creep over his face.

"can you... uh...?"

"yeah, i can," mio smirked, beaming as she finally, finally dug her fingers into noah's sides. the yelp that escaped him, followed by that high-pitched, melodic laughter she loved so much was worth waiting for. truth be told, noah wasn't good at hiding it. ever since mio had tickled him for the first time, after eunie had told her the best methods to get noah to crumble to pieces, it'd been obvious to all of ouroboros that he liked it. even in the play fights mio had observed between noah, eunie and lanz, the off-seer didn't really fight back.

so of course, mio had to tease him about it. really, he was too ticklish and too easily flustered for his own good.

"ahAHA! m-miohOHO!!" noah's squirming was half-hearted at best, as if he was trying to look like he wasn't enjoying this. his knees buckled and he collapsed further into mio's arms, and she'd barely even started!

"aww, look at you~" mio cooed. "it hasn't even been a minute and you're already falling over!"

"i cahan't hEHEHELP ihihit!"

"i know," the agnian lowered noah to the ground, wrapping her arms around him as he leaned against her chest. "it's cute~" she whispered to him, her fingers slipping underneath his shirt to scribble at his ribs.

"nOHOHO! m-mihihio plehease!" it's funny, mio thought, how melodic noah's laughter was. music to her ears, if you asked her.

"please what?" mio chuckled. "ooh wait, i know exactly what you want!" with that, she leaned forward and began nuzzling into noah's neck.

she was almost sure that his shriek could be heard throughout the entire fornis region.

"EhEHEHE! NOHO, miO-! aHAHA!!" his laughter got even louder when her hands moved lower, to his stomach, and gently scribbled over the skin. when noah writhed against the softer touch, mio's interest was piqued. she paused the nuzzling to observe noah's reactions, and was incredibly pleased with the results.

"does it tickle more when i do this?" oh, the squeak that came from noah in response. mio didn't think there was a better sound than that. it all but confirmed her theory. "heh, sure sounds like it does, i've never heard you squeak like that before~"

noah could only laugh and squirm, any words he tried to say drowned out by the song of his laughter - sounds mio would never tire of. despite the struggles they've all endured as ouroboros and the countless changes that occurred in their world, there was a consistency that mio could find comfort in - the love that she and noah had built for each other.

that, and the fact that she loved tickling him.

#tickling #raptor writes #dumbass sword game #extremely random drabble jumpscare! #i just rly felt like writing sm fluff w them #mio/noah are the gayest straight couple to ever exist and i love that for them #tickle fic

[simiansmoke]

[ SACRIFICE ]

Settling Dust Prompts

[ SACRIFICE ]:     knowing that the circumstances only allow one of them to survive, the sender sacrifices their life in order to guarantee the receiver’s survival and safety.

----------

It was apparent to both Mario and DK that Bowser decorated with too much lava. The two of them were like kids playing floor is lava - but for real this time, hopping between blocks and powerups to proceed. Despite the danger, there was a relatively jovial mood between them as one could not pass up the opportunity to 1UP one another with each display of parkour growing ever fancier.

He had been laughing moments earlier before they reached what looked like a fun maze of sorts built of blocks that didn't even require you to jump between them. Seemed like the dungeon decorator ran out of ideas or something.

"Bet I pick the right path first ~ "Mario boasted, getting into a starting position.

"Uh-huh ~ BET YOU DON'T!" And with that DK stole the right path right away, galloping along it quickly with a grin as Mario complained behind him and took the other route.

Interestingly enough...the blocks began to explode one by one some time after they'd been touched. DK didn't notice it quite at first because he'd been racing along full speed ahead, but when he slowed down to check over his shoulder and see how the competition was going, he noticed all the blocks behind him were gone. Well...no going back now!

The routes criss-crossed each other a number of times - some with Mario overhead, and some with him below. Each time they passed one another, each had something snarky to impart about the other's progress so far.

DK could see the edge of the lava pit ahead of him, but the sudden drop-off from his route was abrupt. He had to grab the side of the block and hoist himself back up when he almost ran full force into the air. A quick glance around the now single block showed he was just above a small stretch of block road that connected to exit platform. One hop down and he'd be good! Just then Mario zoomed around the corner of the path, and laughed as he noticed DK wiggling in place to get ready and hop down to his level. Guess he'd gotten the right path all along...

As DK joined him on the lower level, the block they were both on decided it didn't want to wait to crumble and instead - under the weight of two, disintegrated instantly. "Ack!" DK was quick to grab the side of the unbroken road and pull himself up and was relieved to see that Mario had done the same to the other side. Seemed the blocks had a timer for singles only. "Hey!" He gestured for Mario to jump over to him. "Hurry up, you already touched that one and-"

Why was Mario just...standing there? His gaze was pinned to the little bit of road left that would lead them onto stable land, but...if the first block they touched together instantly sent them down, then the one DK wanted Mario to jump to would as well, and without the luxury of the yet to split block behind them...only one of them would have the chance of pulling themselves up to the other block. Only one of them could, actually. If they held on together, they'd both drop into the pit.

"Mario!?" DK yelled louder this time, kneading his knuckles against the block anxiously as the one beneath Mario splintered and cracked. "C'mon, you can make that jump!"

"No..." Mario sighed, giving DK a smile. They'd had a fun run-through, but. "I picked the wrong side of the block to climb. It's game-over for me."

"We can make it work-cmon! I'll...I'll get you up on the side here and you can run it instead. It was your path! Mine was the dead-end!" He doesn't want to move, but his instincts tell him to back up as he feels the block under him rumbling.

"You're gonna do fine. Go and get'im- for me."

The block breaks. Player 2 becomes Player 1.

#//ofc you'd do this to me #//i won't be oK #death #characterdeath #alittledetermined #donkey kong #Mario #long post

[shoujosekaii]

Futari de Koi wo Suru Riyuu

两个人相恋的理由

ふたりで恋をする理由

Chapter 67

The chapter starts with a new day at Urara’s home. Urara is getting ready for school and she is blushing, wondering to herself, ‘Yesterday’s… that… wasn’t a dream… right…?’

Her head exploding from shyness, she recalls Misono’s kiss and she thinks, ‘Misono-kun and I… k-k-k-k-kissed!! Right?!’

Tumbling onto her bed from excitement, Urara thinks, ‘But it was just for that one moment, so to be honest, I still don’t really get it!’

‘The feel of it, too! It feels like we touched, but it kind of didn’t! I think it was kinda soft, but also bouncy!’

‘Misono-kun’s… lips…’

Urara is blushing from head to toe, and she starts flailing on her bed, going, “Uwahhhahhhhh!”, while chiding herself internally, ‘Wah— What am I thinking about, so early in the morning!’ Her younger sister stomps to her room to nag her about causing a racket so early in the day (and to stop making weird noises).

Urara wonders to herself what to do, and what kind of expression she should have on to face him.

At school, Urara meets Misono at the shoe lockers. She awkwardly greets him, “Mi-Misono-kun! Good morning!”, and Misono responds in kind. They share a mutual glance at each other shyly, and we see Urara’s POV - zooming in on Misono’s lips. Urara’s mind cannot process it.

In order to release herself from her weird thoughts, Urara dashes away, telling Misono, “Ah! I just remembered! I have something to do at the staff room! See you after school! Byeee–!” (It’s obviously a lie). Misono stares after her wordlessly.

Later, school has ended and the couple is walking along a road together. Urara is blushing and thinks to herself, ‘Uwuh- In the end, I spent the entire time just thinking about the kiss! (How frustrating!)’

Misono seems to notice something, then he goes, “Andou.” and brings Urara close to him. A truck goes barrelling behind them.

After the truck passes, Misono turns his head to face Urara, explaining, “There was a truck-” but he pauses when he sees her expression.

Urara’s heart is pounding loudly. She blushes and thinks, ‘Huh…! This distance… this feeling… could it be… our second time…!’. She puckers her lips and squeezes her eyes shut in anticipation.

However, Misono is already ahead of her, saying, “Andou, the truck has already left, you know.”. Urara embarrassedly replies, “Ah, the truck! The truck, yes!”.

Trailing behind Misono, Urara thinks to herself, ‘That makes sense… In such a bright place, with people passing by… how could we possibly kiss! (My common sense is crumbling…! Get it together, me!)’

‘If Misono-kun finds out what I was thinking, I’d die of embarrassment!’

Misono calls out to her. He says solemnly, “I’m sorry about yesterday. For kissing you.”

Urara is confused, asking, “...Eh? Why are you apologizing…?”

Misono answers, “Why…? It’s because I didn’t consider your feelings and just suddenly kissed you…”

“Today, when we met at the shoe lockers, I felt like you were avoiding me. Right now as well, whenever I get close to you, you will freeze up. I guess you didn’t like it after all…”

Hearing Misono’s words, Urara is startled and thinks, ‘Wah– seems like it became a huge misunderstanding— (It’s not like that—)’

Urara begins, “Misono-kun, I-”, but Misono continues, saying, “This hardly sounds like a reason, but when I heard you say my name, I was just so happy. Before I realized it myself, my body already acted on its own.” There’s a huge blush on his face.

Misono then suddenly looks dead, saying, “I even told your mother that ‘I’d properly cherish you’... but immediately after that, I…”

Urara panics even more at Misono’s misunderstanding. She firmly tells Misono, “Misono-kun! Come with me!”, and Misono gets tugged along, confused, going, “Eh? (Where?)”

The two of them sit down at a pavilion. Urara begins, “At that time, I was indeed surprised because it was sudden. Nonetheless, I was really happy, you know. I was so happy that ever since yesterday, I’ve been replaying it in my head over and over again.” Both of them are blushing furiously.

Suddenly standing up, Urara determinedly states, “Therefore! This time, let me do it!”. Misono is surprised, asking, “Eh? Do what?”

Urara declares, “Kiss!”. A shocked Misono repeats, “Kiss?!”

Urara strongly states, “Right now!”, and Misono, still stunned, repeats, “Right now?!”

Bending over Misono, Urara tells him, “If I’m the one who does it, we’ll be even, right? Then, Misono-kun won’t need to feel bad about it either!”

A very concerned Misono asks, “Andou, are you forcing yourself to do this?”, and Urara insists, “No!”

Blushing, Urara asks Misono to close his eyes, and Misono blushingly complies.

There’s a “chuu” sound, and both of them jerk apart. Misono asks, “...Eh? Did you really kiss me?”, and Urara uncomfortably insists, “I did!”

Misono says that he only felt as if a breeze blew past. Urara then asks him if she should do it again, and Misono answers with a blush, “...One more time.”

Urara is freaking out, thinking, ‘Eh— I did it just now while riding on the momentum. Asking me to do it again makes me feel really nervous all of a sudden—’

Urara admires Misono’s eyelashes, thinking to herself, ‘Ahhh, Misono-kun’s eyelashes are so pretty~~ They’re so long~~ But now is not the time to think about these~~~’

Urara kisses Misono square on the lips and holds it there for 2 seconds. Then, she jolts away, gasping for air, asking, “How-how’s this?!”

Misono answers dazedly, “...I still don’t really get it.”, and Urara retorts, “You’re definitely lying! (Uwuh-)”.

Misono closes in on Urara and replies, “...Yes. I was lying when I said that I didn’t get it, but I wasn’t when I said that I wanted it one more time.”

The couple gaze at each other and close the gap with a sweet kiss.

Afterwards, the couple are at a department store. Misono apologizes to Urara for making her accompany him on his shopping trip. Urara replies that it’s not a problem at all. She happily thinks to herself that she wanted to stay together longer anyway, since it’s their after-school date.

They browse the pots section. Urara comments, “Since there’s going to be more people at home, you’d need a larger pot now, right?”

M: The one I’m using now is actually big enough, but I think that it’s pretty old, so I was thinking that I should just buy a new one. (The time is right anyway).

U: (I see~~) It will probably be rather tiring, but it’s still exciting to think that you can now prepare meals for the family.

M (blushing, obviously happy about it): I guess so.

Urara notes to herself with a smile that Misono looks happy.

U: Ah, but when cooking, it’s actually harder to prepare a meal for one person, isn’t it– Last time, when you had leftovers, did you always keep them in the fridge?

M: Nope– If we’re talking about last time, Aiji-kun used to always come over to eat–

Misono stops himself mid-sentence and there’s an awkward silence. Misono quickly changes the subject and says that he wants to look at other pots.

Urara narrates: Aiji-kun… It’s the first time I’ve heard senpai’s name from Misono-kun’s mouth ever since that day… Was it because he was being mindful of my feelings? Those two used to get along so well…

Urara recalls Aiji’s words: “Jun and I have not spoken to each other at all for the past few months.”

Urara wonders to herself if she should withhold from telling Misono about the fact that she ran into Aiji before spring break. However, she remembers that she promised Misono to “not hide anything and to talk about everything”.

Urara calls out to Misono.

#futari de koi wo suru riyuu #manga #love #romance #romance manga #shojo #shojo manga #shojo romance #shoujo #spoilers #manga translation #misono you have no idea how thirsty your gf is #give yourself a break

[zazu75]

ITS ALL AN ACT, YOUR HONOR

Actually Evil Therion?? KIDNA??? Read at your own peril??

(note this idea is bits and pieces of another longer idea that i decided i didnt like but kept the parts i did like)

“Aw, you guys really thought I like you?” Therion sat on the roof, well out of their reach. “I just needed the stupid bangle off. And I’ve got all the stones to boot.”

“Darius was right, this was definitely easy. Hm? Oh no, the entire thing was an act, in northreach.”

“Act the innocent. Easiest trick in the book. And I’m a damn decent actor~”

“Oh, Alfyn, I really like you too! But you’d never agree to be an apothecary exclusively for the gang, so you've gotta go. sorry, love~”

Therion wouldn’t fight them, he’d run off. He’s not stupid he’s seen how strong they are

“Buuut I left you all a few little gifts~ see if you can find them”

A wink before he disappears

They chase after him, lose him, then Tressa asks, “what gifts do you think he was talking about?” Before her pack explodes on her back

Attempts on their lives, hidden away. Can they find them before they go boom? Slip one into Cyrus’ cloak, he won’t notice

One between Ophilia’s things. Alfyns super special satchel. Tressa’s pack. Oh where else could he hide them~

“Wow, you guys really thought Gareth was dead, huh? He is a superb actor, isn’t he. It was his idea, after all.”

“Yeah, lorn cathedral was a pain to secure, Alfyn. But we needed a stage for the play, and Lucia already had the duskbarrow ruins.”

Darius is a lot more collected than he let on. And Gareth is a chatterbox around therion and Darius

They get along splendidly and are much more respectful to their people than they first appeared

“People are assholes. Contracts make sure they can’t act out. It works.”

The dragon stones were their target

The gang was a happy accident

the bangle was a bad accident

“Took a lot of letters to keep things moving in the right direction, let me tell you. None of that adventure was supposed to happen. But the obsidians crumbled, so not all bad!”

And I could tie it with

“Contract. Lady named Lyblac. You met her outside of the Ravus manor. She was damn pissed I got caught. But it’s been fulfilled now.”

#zazu writes #octopath traveler #headcanons #Therion

[danganronpasurvivoraskblog]

Caught in another Car Chase.

Where did they go?

This pathway leads to an underground garage! They’re probably trying to get to a getaway vehicle!

Should we maybe call the security and let them know?

Those guys? They’re useless! You saw that for yourself!

*SCREECH!*

Eh!?

*As Makoto and Kuripa make it to the bottom of the underground garage area, they see a large open-back vehicle screech around the corner.

Come on, let’s make a quick escape before they catch on.

Where’s Oliver?

We’ll go round the front and pick him up. He had to escape a different way.

*Maya, driving like before, steps on the accelerator and makes for the exit.

...

Huh!?

What the-!?

...

*The Freedom Foundation are unpleasantly surprised, as Kuripa suddenly steps out in front of the garage exit.

What are you doing get out of the-

*SHING!* HIIYAAAGH!

*KER-SLAASH!*

OH SHIIT! KYAAAAAAAAAAGH!!

*With a swift motion, Kuripa bends back and slices the entire vehicle diagonally in half!

Woah! Nice!

OOGH! AGH!

UHUGH!

*The Freedom Foundation, slightly grazed by the blade, but not in any serious danger, crumble to the floor as the two halves of their vehicle explode as they crash with the wall.

NO! The car!

What’s the big idea!? You can’t just go around cutting vehicle’s open like-

*SLAMM!* *CRASH!*

ACK!

KOUJI!

*Kouji angrily approaches Kuripa, only for his face to be grabbed and then slammed onto the hard pavement, leaving a dent inside it.

You guys have something that belongs to us...And if it’s all the same to you, we’d like it back.

*Makoto and Kuripa loom over them.

Peh! So you not just regular ol’ ring bearers. Seems like Fang Inc. hired some high-quality brass this time around.

Wait, what? Hold on, we don’t-

KURIPA! LOOK OUT!

WAH!?

*VRROOMM!* *SCREEECH!*

*Makoto dives and knocks Kuripa and himself out of the way as an armored vehicle with the Fang Inc. emblem suddenly drives straight at them.

GET IN!

!!?

*The door opens to reveal Oliver as the driver. Four clambers into the passenger seat, whilst Hunter carries Kouji in the back of the vehicle, alongside Maya and Leona. They close the doors and drive off.

You’re not getting away!

*Makoto and Kuripa rush out of the garage.

SHIT!

Dammit!

*They escape the garage, only to see the armored vehicle rush off in the distance.

*SCREECH!*

Huh?

*When all seems lost, another car, a smaller one with the Kisaragi emblem on it, pulls up next to the two. The window rolls down.

Look what I just happened to find. Now get in.

Right!

*Upon seeing Kyoko, Kuripa and Makoto hop into the car.

Our friends from the Kisaragi Foundation lent this to us. It’s one thing not standing out, but nobody messes with our marriage.

Kyoko...

Less fluff dialogue and more putting boot to the pedal!

Right!

*Kyoko wastes no more time in pulling off.

Huh? What’s that noise?

*Makoto looks in his rear view mirror and sees an array of police cars taking up the road behind them.

Oh...good, we’ve got backup.

Yeah. It’ll be much easier to catch these fools if we’ve got police-

*BANG!* *BANG!*

AACK! THEY’RE SHOOTING US! WHY ARE THEY SHOOTING US!?

!!??

*Kyoko looks in the mirror and suddenly spots something strange. The police cars chasing them have Fang Inc’s logo on them.

That force! Look, they have the company’s emblem on the vehicles! They must be working for the group!

You’re telling me...that Fang Inc. OWN the American Police Force!?

I cannot say. It’s possible this is their own private police force.

That’s still insane! How powerful must you be to own some of the police!? AND IT DOESN’T EXPLAIN WHY THEY’RE SHOOTING US!

Those bandits are driving a Fang Inc. car! I think they’re under the impression we’re either conspiring, or ARE the thieves because of their disguise.

God fucking dammit! Ugh! Kyoko! Get alongside them!

*Not stopping to question why, Kyoko pulls up alongside the stolen vehicle being driven by Oliver. Kuripa unbuckles his seatbelt and suddenly starts clambering out the window.

Kuripa!? What are you doing!?

HRGH!

*THUD!*

GAAGH!?

HRRRGH!

*Kuripa reaches out as far as he can and grabs the vehicle door. He then starts pulling the vehicle door towards them.

You’re persistent I’ll give you that! Want a prize for your efforts?

How about what you stole? Can we have it?

Hehe! Good one! How about a free pavement job?

A free what?

...

*Oliver says nothing, and simply points down the road.

Huh...?

*HOOOONK!*

KURIPPAAAAAGGH!

UGH!

Careful!

*With another vehicle hurtling at them from the other direction, Makoto leaps into the back of the car and pulls Kuripa back through the window, before he can be rammed. Kyoko struggles to keep the car straight, giving the Freedom Foundation enough time to accelerate.

Wuh-oh...

NOW what’s “wuh-oh!?”

*Leona gets to the front while Hunter and Maya are still tending to Kouji’s wound. She sees that another dispatch of Fang Police vehicles are approaching them from the other direction, blocking off the road.

Crap! What’re we gonna do!?

...Oliver! Gimme the wheel!

Uh, Maya-?

GIMME!

*She practically snatches the wheel from them and as soon as she takes the drivers seat, she suddenly starts to accelerate!

A-AMICO!

GRGH!

What are they doing!?

HRAAGH!

*Maya yanks hard on the parking break and turns the wheel. The car, despite it’s acceleration, screeches round, and as soon as she unlocks the break, they go lurching forward again. Her target being a set of stairs going down right on the side of the road.

OH SHIT!

!!??

KYOKOOOO!?

*With little to no option, Kyoko mimics Maya’s movements. With more finesse, she also accelerates the car. Before Maya turns, she pulls up right alongside the car.

Jump!

What!?

JUMP!

FUCKING HELL MAN!

*Kuripa and Kyoko kick open the car doors, and with little time to spare, the three Future Foundation jump out of the car and grab onto the armored vehicle. The Kisaragi vehicle they were driving goes rolling down the road and crashes into the incoming Fang vehicles.

BAAGH!

HAAA HAAA HAA HAAAAAGH!

SHIT SHIT SHIIIIIIIAAT!

GAAAAAAAAAGGH!

I GOT THIS I GOT THIS I GOT THIS I GOT THIS!

Uuuuugh!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGH!!

KRRRGH!

FUUUUUUCKK MEEEEEE!!

*Gravity seems to almost vanish as the Freedom Foundation go soaring down the stairs. Kuripa grabs onto the edge of the vehicle, Makoto grabs onto his legs, and Kyoko grabs onto HIS legs, as they continue to fall.

*WHAM!* *CHUNKACHUNKACHUNKACHUNKACHUNKA-!*

*SCRREEAAAAMM!*

*Everyone starts panicking as the wheels of the armored vehicle clunk down the unstable stairs, all the way until they reach the very bottom.

*Gasp!* *Gasp!* *Gasp!*

W-Well...it worked?

I...I don’t have the energy to scold you, so can we just agree that the next time you inevitably try that, give us a chance to put our seatbelts on first?

Seatbelts are for pussies~ But sure.

Guys? We’ve got ANOTHER problem!

What now!?

Those Japs are on the top of the truck!

What!?

*Maya sees, sure enoug,h in the rear view mirror, Kuripa, Makoto and Kyoko on top of the car.

Yeesh! Fang Inc. really pulled out the big guns today!

Hunter! Maya! Get on top of the truck and deal with them!

You ok?

Yeah...

*Kuripa reaches out a hand and helps both to their knees as the car drives fast. As they do, Hunter and Maya clamber to the top of the truck.

You guys’ve got some nerve, you know that!?

US!? You’re the one’s who stole from us!

You’re the moron’s who let yourselves get robbed!

Well...maybe you’ve got a point.

Makoto! Don’t fall for that!

You wanna go? Come at me, I willl SLAP you blud!

Eat shit and die asshole! HYAGH!

*WHAM!*

...

...

AAAAAHAAAAAHAAGGH! Oooh! GRGH!

H-Hunter?

What...?

Uh...

*Hunter reels back and punches Kuripa dead in the face. Kuripa is unphased, while Hunter rolls on the roof, cluching his wrist.

Shit! Fuck! GAH! I think I just broke my wrist, I ain’t even joking!

The fuck is wrong with you!?

Yeah uh...that’s my question too...

UGH GOOOOOD! Maya, this isn’t a joke, that REALLY fucking hurt.

Oh get over yourself you big baby, you do it like THIS!

*WHAM!*

OH SHIT! AHAGH!

Uuh...

*Maya also punches Kuripa in the face, but her reaction is more or less the same.

I feel like I just punched concrete! UGH!

SEE!? What the hell are you made of man!?

Flesh and bone, last I checked? I think YOU guys are just made of glass and paper.

Well, flesh and bone can take a bruise...but try THIS!

WOAH!

*Kuripa dodges out of the way as Maya suddenly throws something at him.

Heh! Missed! You aim like you punch.

Maya! 

Gimme a sec.

A sec? for what?

Ah!? KURIPA! LOOK OUT!

What!? GAAGGH!

*It isn’t until it’s too late that Kuripa realizes the object Maya through was the levitating spear from the exhibit! It comes flying back at him, and knocks him off the truck!

KURIPA! NO!

!!??

Where the hell did you get that!?

I swiped it before we left. Figured it could come in handy and I was right.

*Maya, wearing some sort of glove, holds up her hand and the spear returns to her like Mjolnir.

Not quite sure how I did all that though.

BASTARDS!

Geh!

*Makoto rushes at them while Kyoko pulls out a non-lethal revolver.

You wanna go!? Let’s go!

HRGH!

*Hunter tackles Makoto while Maya dodges Kyoko’s bullets and brandishes her new spear.

Maya! Hunter! Get back down here, quickly!

What!?

Just do it!

Maya! C’mon!

Right!

*Maya sheathes the spear and she and Hunter suddenly drop down to the side of the vehicles.

What are they-?

MAKOTO!

HUH!?

*The reality sinks in too late, as Makoto suddenly sees the car approaching a tunnel, too narrow for him to stand on or crouch under.

Dammit...HYAGH!

GAAAAAAAGH!!

*With little to no other option, Kyoko suddenly dive tackles Makoto. She knocks them both off the roof of the truck, and they go rolling down a nearby hill.

Gah!

*He immediately helps himself and her up, and watches as the vehicle disappears into the tunnel.

DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT! UGH!

#danganronpa survivor #danganronpa #danganronpa 1 #dr1 #oc #hyper danganronpa h2o #hdrh2o #makoto naegi #kyoko kirigiri #kuripa kurafto #maya canzanilla #hunter rosenhall #four kaiden #oliver feng #leona vasquez #kouji ito #into the ocean arc

[moemoemammon]

yay! requests are open! y'know that thing where the s/o being so weak for their partner? I wanted to request the demon bros being weak for their s/o? does that make sense?

like, for example, MC would pout a little, and say 'pwease 🥺' and the demon bros would be like, 'yes, go on, what do you want from me? would you like my-' they'd just be so weak for mc.

I hope that makes sense! also, if it's too much characters, you can just do mammon and satan :) thank you ;3

Their One Weakness: MC!

(Feat. GN!MC and the Demon Bros)

✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ✦ ��� ✦

Lucifer

Lucifer is known as the cruel eldest of the brothers. A sadist whose word is law, whose will can only be bent by Lord Diavolo himself. And yet since you came to the Devildom, all you ever seemed to do was the opposite of what he asked. Yet he still came to love you. He wonders if he spoils you too much...

Especially when you always seem to get your way one way or another. When you proposed the chaotic idea of a massive get together between the House of Lamentation and Purgatory Hall, Lucifer immediately said no. It’d be way too noisy and he had things to do.

But THEN... You fixed him with those damn EYES of yours.... The big eyes filled with sparkles and hopes that pleaded to him.... stop staring at him with them big ol eyes-

Lucifer REFUSES to acknowledge how cute you are when you look at him like that. Well, verbally anyway. You look like a kicked puppy...and he loves puppies...

"............I suppose if we prepare right now and get a dinner menu ready, it could be possible. And if you pout any harder you might pull a muscle, and I doubt I could explain that to Lord Diavolo. Now, go tell the others what you have planned."

Mammon

Mammon is practically the biggest MC simp in the world. You always occupy his thoughts any time of the day. 'Oh, MC would probably like one of these'. 'MC's always eatin' this for lunch. I'll grab one.' 'This would be way less borin' if MC were around...'

But as the Tsundere 🤢 king of the Devildom, there's no way he'll admit to any of that! So what if he's head over heels for you?! That doesn't mean he's gonna be all weak in the knees the moment you-

Wait, you're saying that because he lost a bet yesterday and promised he'd take you out to Ristorante Six and pay for the whole thing, now he's gotta pay up?!?! No way! He doesn't remember what you're talking about, and that voice recording you've got on your phone is clearly fake!

Mammon's dead set on weaseling out of his promise, until you freeze him in place with your pouty face... then you hit him with a "please..?" and the Avatar of Greed swears he might die right then and there.

"Tch..! Damn it, I ain't got a choice when ya look at me like that!!! What're ya playin' at, pulling' my heartstrings like that?! Hurry up and get dressed so we can go! A-and ya better eat your fill, too!"

Levi

The founder of the top secret MC Cult Fanclub, there's not much that could keep Levi from becoming putty in your hands. He's used to idolizing the objects of his affection, and you're no exception!

So when it comes to bending to your will, he's definitely the easiest. Except when it comes to n-...normie stuff...

Seriously, do you think someone like HIM should be going to The Fall?!?! No way! Not in a million, billion, trillion years!!!! You shouldn't get him to go to that crowded club even if you dragged him there!!!

Then... you hit him with the cute act... You declare your loyalty to him as his beloved Henry, fixing him with a pleading look that shoots him straight through the heart, and... GAH, HE'S GOT NO CHOICE!!!!!

"At... at least help me choose something to wear..! I don't know how I'm supposed to dress for normie stuff like this!!! Aaah... I wanna stay home, b-but when you say something like that, I just can't win-!"

Satan

Satan openly admits to how he likes to spoil you. It's cute seeing how big your grin becomes when he gives you something you wanted, and how happy you are when he takes you out for the evening.

But there are some things even he doesn't want to do, like when you suggest going to a chess tournament with Lucifer. You've been pressured by Lucifer wanting to attend, but figured it'd be easier to sit through with someone else. So why not Satan, who'd mentioned liking chess?

Yeah... he'd go if Lucifer weren't involved. As much as he'd love to go and pull some strings to ruin the match for the dear eldest, he's got something else planned involving a well timed glue bomb and Lucifer's study. So he'll pass.

Or so he thought, until you started poking your fingers together and mentioned how you'd hoped you could both enjoy it together. Kind of like a date..? Gah, his heart and its weakness for unconventional dates-!!!!

"...I... suppose I could go. It’d be nice to study how Lucifer plays, so I can finally beat him. Don't you think the look on his face will be priceless? And if you're there as well, I'll be able to stomach watching his face for an hour."

Asmo

Asmo LOVES you more than aaanyone!! There's no one who loves you more, you know? Why, he wants to involve you in every aspect of his life, and actively tries to do just that! He's even tried dragging you into the tub with him a few times...

And when it comes to spoiling you, he loves it! He's always the one being spoiled, so it makes him giddy when he can give a little back. If there's anything you want from him, just tell him and he'll make it happen!

Eh? You want to play fangol? With HIM?? Um... pass. You know he just got his nails done, right? Asmo's not really a fan of running around with a ball and getting knocked to the ground, so... no thanks! ❤️

Wait, don't make that face! What're you looking so glum for?? He'll kiss your sadness away, and- Eh?! You don't want a kiss?? You really wanna play THAT badly?????

"....You really don't have me mistaken for Beel, right..? You really want to play with ME? ...Haaaah, fine! I'll play one game with you, and in exchange, you have to spend all of tomorrow with moi! Sounds good, right~? Now let me see if Satan will let me borrow some of his clothes...urgh..."

Beel

As a 'go with the flow' guy, there's not much Beel won't do with you, even if it's not really something he's interested in. As long as he has you around and a surplus of snacks, he's fine with anything.

Until you suggest going to Majolish to try on some stylish outfits. You mention how Beel wears variations of the same thing all the time, so it's time for an update! He thinks you're spending too much time with Asmo...

Beel isn't really into tight, itchy, stiff fabrics like the 'stylish' things they sell at Majolish, and decides he'd much rather go to Hell's Kitchen instead. He's hungry. Are you hungry?

'Stop changing the subject'? Ah.. damn it 😔 Wait, now you're saying you just wanted to buy fancy outfits because you were planning to take him to Ristorante Six?! You can't tell if he's blushing over your consideration or the idea of food, but now Beel's looking through the clothes with earnest.

"I didn't know you were the winner of that 'all you can eat' coupon lottery. When I didn't win I was pretty upset, but I'm glad to know it was you. Even if these clothes are weird, I'll wear them. Can you pick something good for me?"

Belphie

Belphie likes to spoil you in more subtle ways, instead of simping as hard as his brothers. He's still as much of a sucker for you as they are though, much to his dismay. All you have to do is smile and you've got him wrapped around your gross human finger.

But when you mention wanting to go biking with Lord Diavolo and wanting him to come along, Belphie suddenly discovers that his ears don't work anymore. Anyway, goodnight-

Hey, stop poking him like that. Can't you see an deaf man is trying to sleep here?? And what's with that face..? You're pouting so hard you look like you're going to explode. It's cute, but Belphie can close his eyes an not see it.

But then you scoot into bed with him and hold him from behind, and the sleepy demon starts feeling his resolve crumble. You have some dirty tactics, huh..? Getting all cozy with him just because he's got a soft spot for you...

"...............Why Diavolo of all people..? I'd prefer anyone over him. Ugh... Hey, they still rent out those two person bikes, don't they? I'll only go if I can ride on that with you. I'll sit right behind you and cheer you on, okay? ..What's with that look? I'm joking...maybe."

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me! #obey me! shall we date? #shall we date? obey me! #shall we date obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me writing #obey me imagines #obey me scenarios #obey me fanfic #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmo #obey me asmodeus #obey me beel #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

[nightowlfandom]

Possesive! Jeon Jungkook- Only Mine....

HEY GUYS!

SO ANON ASKS

Your new promp list had me 🥵🥵🥵 if it’s ok can I request numbers 1, 3, 34, 79 with jealous best friend JJK snapping after seeing you around boys all the time? You can choose if you want it noncon or dubcon 🥵

OMG I GLAD YOU LIKE IT! OKAY LETS GET RIGHT TO IT! (Also since I don’t do non-con, I’ll make it consensual. Just a heads up)

1- Look at me when I fuck you!

3- I said FUCKING BEG!

34- I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you.

79- Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.

CHECK OUT MY MASTERLIST HERE!

LEGGO!

...

“Kookie!” You ran up to your bestie as he walked out of the airport terminal.

“Y/N!” he practically dropped his duffel bag as he wrapped his arms around your wait. He hoisted you off the ground. He buried his head in the crook of your neck. “My Y/N, I missed you.”

“I missed you more.” you laughed as he tightened his arms around you.

“And I get you all to myself- he began.

“Y/N!” you heard an onslaught of voices. Taehyung, Hoseok, Seokjin and the other guys all crowded around you. You were pulled out of Jungkook’s hug into Namjoon.

“Guys!” you smiled. “I missed you all too!”

“Damn, you should’ve seen Jungkook! He bolted out of the plane!” Hoseok laughed.

“Maybe because I wanted to see my Y/N.” he grumbled in reply. “Give her back!”

“No way!” Yoongi scoffed. “You can have her back after we get dinner.”

Jungkook glared as his friends. How dare they just take you from him?! 

“You guys!” you laughed. “We’re making a scene!” you said as their fans caught sights of you. They all seemed infuriated. “You’re fans are gonna-”

“Our fans aren’t gonna do shit.” Jungkook glared into the crowd. “Let them try.” he seethed. He snatched you back into his embrace. “I’ll protect you, love.”

You nodded shyly as Kookie led you to the front of the airport.

...

“Okay weirdos! Dinner is served!” you held the giant box of takeout. “Noodles for Yoongi, Taehyung! Rice Cakes for Seokjin, Namjoon and Hobi. For Jimin, some Extra Spicy Tofu Stew. and For Jungkook and I, fried rice!” you put the box on the coffee table.

Jungkook smirked, of course he went out of his way to make sure no one ordered the same thing as you. He made sure you had ordered last so he could order the same thing. 

“Shit, they gave me way too much Bulgogi.” Namjoon seethed. “Y/N, wanna split with me? I don’t think I’ll be able to eat all of this.” Namjoon looked at you who had already settled. 

“Oh. Sure!” you smiled. 

Namjoon shot Jungkook a mean spirited smile. “In your face, asshole.” he said with his eyes, even though the words never escaped his lips

DAMNIT! Jungkook felt his fist clench. He rolled his eyes. “Hey! Y/N! Pass me a napkin will ya?”

“Oh. yeah.” you threw a napkin his way before resuming your conversation with Yoongi. 

Jungkook watched as Yoongi traced his fingers on your wrists as he spoke to you.  His face hardened into a glare. Everyone knew he liked you, but until he made his move they wouldn’t care. 

...

To say he was pissed was an understatement. He was practically steaming at the ears.

“Why were you with Hoseok?” he asks as he stormed through his room door, a hand tightly wrapped around your wrist. Surprising but not painful.

“He needed help shopping for an outfit for a photoshoot?” you raised a brow. “Why?”

“Don’t bullshit me! You were on a date!”

“Okay first of all even if I was, what business of yours is that?” you crossed your arms. “You’ve been acting pretty weird these past few days and I don’t like it!”

“I DON’T LIKE YOU PARADING YOURSELF AROUND LIKE A-”

“I dare you to fucking finish that sentence.” you warned. “You can forget you had a friend if you do.” You backed towards the door.

Jungkook grew more and more agitated. “Y/N I’m sorry.” he ran a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to say that.”

“Why are you acting so weird?” you sighed. “Do you not like me anymore?”

“No!!” he looked at you as if you had lost your mind. “Y/N I LOVE YOU!” he blurted out. “I’ve loved you for five fucking years ever since we met!!” he spilled his heart out. “and y-you’re putting me in an uncomfortable position!”

“Huh?” you could barely register what he said before he stormed up and captured your mouth is a kiss. 

‘Kookie!” you were surprised to say the least. “You just- Hmm.” he didn’t give you time to talk as he kissed you again, wrapping his arms tightly around you. He ran his fingers down your spine, holding you close.

You would have been over cloud nine...if you weren’t so angry.

“WAIT A MINUTE.” you forced yourself to step back from him. “FIVE YEARS?” you exploded. “FIVE FUCKING YEARS AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME! YOU LET ME BELIEVE YOU ONLY SAW ME AS A FRIEND FOR FIVE MISERY FILLED-...”you began pacing back and forth as you lashed out on your friend.

Jungkook just watched as you drug him for filth, calling him every name in the book.

“YOU ASSHOLE! I’VE BEEN TRYING TO HIDE MY FEELINGS AND YOU JUST COME OUT THE WATER AND TELL ME THAT- OH YOU PEICE OF-” Jungkook finally had enough and cornered you against the nearest wall.

“...I feel like... I feel like the angrier you get at me, the harder I fuck you. “ he mused aloud. “You’re in love with me? And you didn’t tell me?” he raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that somethin-”

"I am still mad at you.” you sneered. “After tonight you are dead to me.”

“Am I ?” he cooed. “So you don’t want me to...” he began fumbling with your jeans, unfastening the button with one hand. 

“What are you doing?” your eyes widened. You were now more shocked that angry. “Don’t you dare-...” you felt the pads of his fingers along the line of your clothed slit. 

“What? Was that a moan I just heard?” he smirked. “Come on Y/N I know you can be louder than that. Maybe if you beg enough, I’ll make you cum.” he creeped into the waistband of your panties. “Come on...beg me honey.”

“I refuse.” you looked away. “Y-you can go fu-fuuuhh-” you felt the pads of his fingers. 

“I said fucking beg.” he sneered, pressing his body up against yours. “Stop being so damn stubborn. Let me hear those sounds you think nobody hears when you finger yourself in the bathrooms at midnight.”

“How did you-”

“You stink at being quiet.” he bit his lip. “Come on.” he spoke in a babyish voice, rubbing your clit. “This is how you do it to yourself, right?”

“J-jungkook.” you whimpered. “W-what are you-”you cut yourself off as you felt his fingers slip into your wetness. A loud moan erupted from your lungs. 

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s fucking it.” he growled. “Moan like that some more.” he slowly thrust his fingers in and out of you. “Are you thinking about me when you thrust those pretty fingers into that-”

“Don’t say it! That’s a dirty word!” you warned, while ironically mewling like a little kitty cat.

“Don’t say what? That pussy? That cunt? That soaking wet womanhood you got down there. The same pussy that’s asking me to shove my dick in there?” he smirked as he spoke.

“You d-dick!” you leaned forward, your head falling on his shoulder. “S-such as asshole.”

“  Look at me when I fuck you with my fingers.” he demanded. “Or I’ll stop completely.”

You shyly lifted you head. Jungkook thought you were so adorable and truth be told he wouldn’t have stopped. To know that you obeyed anyways was so relieving. 

“Shit, I needa taste you real quick.” he moved his fingers from you and yanked down your jeans. “Kick those off for me.”

You instantly obeyed, throwing your jeans and panties off to the side. He lowered himself to his knees. “Shit, look at that.” he wasted no time in driving his tongue into you.

“Hey Jungkook!” there was a knock on the door. Jungkook had pushed you against the door, stopping anyone from opening it. You heard Jimin’s voice.

You glared down at Jungkook with warning. You knew what was gonna happen, but you were scared anyways. 

“Hmmm!” he moaned loudly, driving his tongue deeper into your slit. He sucked at your clit, causing a loud cry to escape you. 

“Umm is Y/N in there with you?” he called. “IS SHE HURT?!”

You tried to talk, but Jungkook had hooked your leg over his shoulder. “Come on, answer him.”

“I-I’m okay!” you found it in yourself to talk. “I’m just...a little busy!” you clenched your fist to focus on something, anything else. “Doing things!”

“Like what?”

“LIKE BEING FUCKED BY ME!” Jungkook yelled back as he rose to his feet, pants dropping around his ankles. He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around his waist. You felt his cock slip into your heat. “COME BACK LATER!”

He didn’t wait for an answer as he carried you to the bed, setting you down along with himself. He slowly thrust himself into your wetness. “Damnit Y/N.” he seethed, sucking in a harsh intake of air. “Shit.” his jaw went slack.

“F-fuck.” you whimpered. “Kookie.” you whimpered. 

“Y/N.” you could see the tears of pleasure forming in his eyes. “You feel so- So fucking good. Look at me, p-please?”

You didn’t tear your eyes away from him. You found it hard to. “Jungkook! I- Uh..” you were now a load, crumbling mess.

“I want to kiss you, come here.” he grabbed either side of your face and gave you a slopped kiss, shoving his tongue into your mouth instantly. “Y/N, I’m gonna cum. But I don’t want to until you cum first. So I’m gonna go faster okay?” His eyes bore into yours, noses touching.

You shyly nodded, feeling his thrusts increase. You were hella sensitive, and in love with it. “Jungkook.” you moaned. “It feels-”

“I know.” he kissed you again. “Fuck, cum for me...cum for me please~” he mewled through thrusts.

He didn’t have to tell you twice. A string of curses he had never heard before along with his name spilled from your lips. Jungkook was next to cum, yanking himself from you. He spilled his cum practically all over the place. He collapsed next to you, leaving you both to stare at the ceiling.

“...I should go.”

“ No...Stay the night with me…I don’t care if it will ruin our friendship.“ he breathed out. “Y/N...I-..I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.”

“You should be.” your breath hitched. “Probably would have gotten this out of the way a lot sooner.”

Your grumpy words made him laugh a little. He lazily threw an arm around you and pulled you towards him. “I love you, for real.”

“Promise?”

“Of course. You’re mine. Only mine...”

...

I STILL GOT IT BITCHESSSS

#kpop imagines #namjoon smut #jimin smut #jungkook smut #seokjin smut #taehyung smut #yoongi smut #hoseok smut #bts imagines #bts scenarios #bts au #bts smut #imagines #smut #namjoon imagines #taehyung imagines #yoongi imagines #seokjin imagines #hoseok imagines #jimin imagines #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook smut #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook x reader #possesive jungkook #daddy jungkook #jungkook au

[metalheadcowboy]

Steve had seen it coming, the day it all blew up in his face, the day his happy ending faded away right before his very eyes. Because he always knew it wouldn’t last forever, how could it? 

“Darlin’-” he spoke in a hushed tone, large, honey brown, eyes quickly met with the cold, hard stone of Billy’s own. 

“Don’t,” the blonde grit through clenched teeth, spinning on the heel of his boot to point a firm finger at the older boy's face, “Don’t go callin’ me that or I swear on Christ’s name.” Steve’s frown deepened and heart ached as he watched everything they built together since they started working together crumble in seconds. 

He shook his head, setting his jaw as he looked to the side, the brim of his Stetson barely blocking the setting sun splayed across the pasture from blinding him completely. His hands found a home on his hips, like they usually did when he was thinking or defeated, in this situation both, “‘N how’re we supposed to get along ‘n, huh?” he questioned, head spinning back around, feeling like it could explode with all the thoughts it held, “Pretend like this was nothing, like we ain’t never had what we had?”

Billy just looked at him, thumbs tucked neatly into the front pockets of his work jeans, belt buckle reflecting the sunlight to create a sparkling gleam. Steve felt like an idiot for thinking about how beautiful he looked right now, ringlet curls and tanned skin glowing like gold, but he couldn’t help it, “Hell I du’nno, Harrington, maybe,” the younger man scrubbed a calloused hand over his face, tongue gliding alone the inside of his lower lip, “This was a mistake,” he sighed, “Biggest damn mistake I ever made.” 

Steve scoffed, a smile of disbelief spreading across his face “You callin’ me a mistake?”. Billy’s lips pulled into a taunt sort of smile, eyebrows raising along with his shoulders into an obvious shrug, “That’s right rich comin’ from you, huh, cowboy?”  

Billy’s eyes instantly narrowed, visibly adjusting his stance to make himself look bigger, but Steve knew him too well, could see behind his tough facade. His words had hurt, “Fuck you,” he grumbled, nostrils flared like a bull ready to charge. 

“Think you’re so rough and tumble, now ‘n?” Steve challenged, arms falling from his hips back to his side, “C’mon ‘n hoss, come fuck me up yur’self.” It was a risky move, poking at a brudding Billy in a state like this, almost as dangerous as playing with a lit match. But Steve knew he couldn’t do it, couldn’t bring himself to dish out more than he could handle, not after last time. 

Billy spit, hard and sharp towards the ground, “You don’t get it do ya?” he retorted, “I don’t know whatcha find so hard ‘a get through that molasses thick skull ‘o yours. But this, this,” he gestured between the two of them in a frantic motion, “thing we got goin’ on here… it ain’t… it ain’t natural, Steve.” 

The realness of the blonde man’s tone cut through him like a cattle prod, but he knew those weren’t his words, “You been spendin’ too much time ‘round your ole man again, hadn’t you?” It didn’t take much to make Billy start questioning their relationship, if you could even call it that. Just a few wrong words or a suspicious looking glance in public got him going, but nothing lit a fire under his ass like a swift talking to from his father. 

Billy sighed heavily, grabbing the hat off his hat by the brim, left hand running smoothly through his sweat slicked hair, “And what if I have?” he questioned, daring to take a step closer to Steve as he readjusted the hat on his head, “You think he’s wrong?” 

The brunette couldn’t help but look at his partner with a dumbfounded disbelief, “Hell yeah I think that sick son of a bitch is wrong, Bill!” he quickly exclaimed, “You don’t?” 

“I just…” Billy started, chewing anxiously on the inside of his cheek, “I don’t know anymore.” The admission was meak, quiet and cowardly, like it pained him to say. Steve knew he was tired, hell, exhausted being stuck under the watchful eye of his father. Him wanting Billy to take over the ranch on his own one day and carry on the legacy didn’t help the hefty pressure pushing down on him, “Sometimes I think he is, but then I’m with you ‘n… shit.” 

Steve could see the frustration building up inside of him, like he was going to burst, “Listen,” he started, brushing his hand against the thigh of his jeans, “All ‘m sayin’ is if God was gonna smite us for bein’ queer figured’ he’d’ve done it a mite long time ago. Don’t matter none what your daddy tells ya.” 

“I ain’t queer.” Billy shook his head, crossing his arms like a perturbed child. 

Steve cocked an eyebrow, “Well I wouldn’t call sleepin’ with another man the straightest thing you’ve ever done ‘n, fella.” he chuckled softly, not sure if it was with malicious intent or not. Maybe the answer wasn’t one way or the other. 

Either way it was enough to make him break. Billy shook in a way Steve had never seen before, practically sprinting the few feet between himself and Steve to knock right into him with a loud, powerful yell. 

Steve humphed, using all the force in his body not to fall right to the ground, even as Billy continued to push against him. Strangely enough, the taller boy didn’t fight back, didn't push him away when he kept shouldering and pounding against his chest. Instead he pulled him closer, wrapped his arms around Billy’s buff frame and held him. 

He huffed a few “C,mere’s”, Billy breaking away only once before he melted, limbs failing him and falling limp. If Steve hadn’t been there to support him he surely would have fallen to the floor like a bag of bricks. But, thankfully for him, Steve was a ranch hand for a living, giving him enough muscle to slowly bring them both to the ground. 

Billy buried his face deep into Steve’s stomach, hard planes giving way to his features, “Shh, that’s it, bud.” he shushed, large hand cascading over the soft flannel of Billy’s work shirt. In return Billy grabbed two handfuls of Steve’s own button down with a choked sob, hat toppling off his head and to the ground in a slow, cascading motion. 

Steve could feel the younger man's tears seeping through the airy material of his shirt and all he could do was sigh, look up to the sky, and pray that he didn’t start bawling like a baby too. It was rare if Billy cried, much less in front of him. Had only happened one other time in his life, after a bad run in with Neil in the farmhouse over how much he’d been visiting Steve’s guest quarters. He was starting to feel the guilt that he held then sink into the pit of his stomach now. 

If I hadn’t never come here, he woulda never had to go through this. This is all kinds ‘o my fault, but how the hell ‘m I s’posed to fix it? Maybe he was right, I am a fuckin’ mistake. 

Steve sniffled, threading a hand through the matted ends of Billy’s curls well overdue for a washing, “ ‘S gonna be alright, sweet boy,” he cooed, voice crack giving away his own sadness as he bent down to place a warm kiss on the crown of his lovers head, “I swear it.” He had always had a better knack for words than Billy himself, though still not much better. 

For a while they just sat like that, twined together, Steve acting as a shield of sorts from the world, letting Billy have his moment of calm in the eye of the storm. 

Just as the sun was about to set, Billy broke out of Steve’s grasp, reaching around to grab his hat before pushing him away. He vigorously, yet subtly wiped his face from his eyes down to his cheeks, like that would magically make it look like it never happened in the first place. Like Steve couldn’t see the puffiness or the redness or the heartbroken, glazed over look he had written all over. 

“I hate you, Harrington,” he sniffed, turning away from the other man to watch the final moments of sunlight before everything faded to black, “God, I fuckin’ hate you.”

Steve knew he didn't mean it, that he was just spitting things out to make himself believe it. And maybe it could work for now, but his false ideas couldn’t last him forever, wouldn’t hold him over when he was aching for it most. 

Finally, Steve let his first tear of the night drop, biting his bottom lip to bite back the emotions. 

“‘F you hate me so damn much, ‘n tell me off. Tell me to hit the road ‘n never come back,” he practically begged, “Tell me ‘o eat shit ‘n die for all I care, but I cain’t keep doin’ this, Billy. It’s fuckin’ rippin’ me to shreds.” 

“Don’t you see?” Billy turned his head to look back at Steve, “How bad I wish I could kick you to the curb and not think twice about you ever again?” The brunette’s bottom lip quivered with each new word that left Billy’s mouth, “But I cain’t, and it scares me half to death. I ain’t never felt for anybody the way I feel for you ‘n I hate you for it, hate myself for it.” 

“Then be with me!” Steve strained, pulling himself to his knees as if he were about to beg, trembling like a damn leaf. And for the first time all night Billy didn’t have anything to say, couldn’t do anything but stare as Steve fell apart bit by bit in front of his very eyes. 

Just when Steve thought he might be going soft, Billy trapped his emotions back up in their little box and tucked them away, “G’night, Steve,” he mumbled, taking a second to catch his balance as he stood up, dusting the grass off of his jeans. 

“Bill-”

“I said, g’night,” Billy hissed, walking over to his horse, mounting it with ease, and disappearing into the night skyline. Leaving Steve more confused and frustrated than ever.

“Son of a bitch!” he yelled up to the sky, pounding his fist into the ground, hoping that maybe, if there was a God, he would choose now as the perfect time to fry him to a crisp.

#Cowboy AU #Western AU #Steve Harrington #Billy Hargrove #Stranger Things #Harringrove #My writing #TW mentions of homophobia #Angst

[lokiskitten]

Hiya can I request a bucky imagine where he comes across one of your sex toys (preferably a vib or dildo ;) be creative) and then you walk in on him finding it, then he decides to use it on you wondering if you can really take it etc

Bucky Barnes | adult playtime

Bucky Barnes x fem!reader

Author’s note : so I decided to add a little twist.. I hope you’ll be able to enjoy it ;)

plot : Bucky stumbles upon one of your intimate objects and decides to show you how to efficiently use it. However, he unexpectedly decides to switch to another method.

warnings : smut, mention and use of sex toy, Bucky using his vibranium arm for inappropriate purposes, masturbation, overstimulation.

After you had forgotten one of your belongings in his room, Bucky had no choice but to make his way to yours in order to give it back. He had traveled throughout the avengers’ compound and finally managed to find the place he had been looking for. His hand delicately moved up to the door, knuckles offering gentle taps to the wooden material which resulted in none but light knocks. Surprisingly enough, the man earned no answers. Bucky felt annoyed and frustrated, thinking about how he would have to give you your belonging back another time which would make him loose some of his own. However, no one would know if he decided to break in in order to drop the object off before disappearing behind the door again. It would only be a matter of seconds...

His hand twisted the handle, door opening and revealing the inside of your small bedroom. “y/n?..” Bucky called discreetly, wishing to double check on your presence before getting engaged into this upcoming illegal act. A sigh escaped his lips upon noticing that no one was here, a light head shake coming from the man as he dropped the book down on your desk. However, right as he was about to exit, Bucky’s eyes caught glimpse of a purple length resting on top of your bedsheets. He frowned, feeling too curious to back away as his feet were now leading him towards your bed on which he took the initiative to sit. Was that really what he thought it was?

His hands didn’t hesitate to take ahold of this object which had probably been in contact with your intimacy, his vibranium finger pressing down onto a button and allowing the man to watch the object begin to vibrate. He bit down on his gum, eyes remaining staring at your vibrator. Bucky couldn’t help but imagine how you must’ve probably used it not too long ago if it was resting on top of your bedsheets- though you could’ve never expected someone to penetrate into your room and accidentally bump into it. Perhaps you should learn to lock your doors and fear noisy intruders. Unfortunately, Bucky was caught off guard by the sound of the door opening, revealing your tired silhouette which felt surprised and embarrassed to see your friend in here, holding your vibrator.

Out of shame, Bucky desperately attempted to turn the object off by pressing onto the button again, which only resulted in him switching speeds and rythmes a couple of time before the vibrator finally agreed to turn off. “I was just umh.. you know. Giving you your book back.” He affirmed on a flustered tone, yourself barley leaving him time to place the vibrator down as you were soon to scoot until the bed and yank it out of his hand. This move led a smirk to appear on his face. Bucky admired your embarrassed silhouette. “Hey, tell me something y/n...” he began, adjusting the position he held on the edge of your bed. “You’ve been feeling lonely, huh?”

This question caught you off guard, and obviously led you to feel even more embarrassed than you previously were. It felt as if someone had written down “I’m lonely and crave sexual attention from another human being” on your forehead with the help of a black marker. Visibly, Bucky read right through you. “Whatever I am, it is none of your business, Barnes.” You responded, earning a surprised chuckle coming from the unstable being. He leant back on his palms whilst watching you put the vibrator back into your nightstand’s drawer- feeling nearly saddened face to such a turn off that was this sight. “That’s a shame.” The trained soldier affirmed seriously, blue eyes then diverting up at yours when you finally agreed to turn around. “We could’ve had some fun.”

Had Bucky just offered you to spend some intimate time with him? Out of all the males you knew, he had been the first one to do such a thing. He could tell that he had caught you off guard, and the fact that you didn’t answer straight away could only indicate you were seriously thinking of accepting his proposition. Bucky therefore decided to make a first move, and all of that whilst remaining perfectly serious. “How about you get that vibro back out, mmh? Will you, doll?” He requested, your submissive self having no choice but to allow your organism and mind to crumble under his appetizing offer. And that, Bucky could perfectly sense it. He longed to watch you squirm and clench under his touch.

As previously ordered, your hand pulled open your nightstand’s drawer before your digits could wrap around the purple sex toy to take it back out. It was a basic vibrator, but it remained efficient due to its multiple choices when it came to vibrations. You then proceeded to sit down beside your soon to be one night stand companion, teeth biting down on your bottom lip out of envy and impatience. Bucky didn’t hesitate to take ahold of the toy which he examined for a couple of seconds, blue eyes then diverting towards your head as a gentle smile appeared onto his face. “Is this really what you use to please yourself at night?” He asked, the cocky tone he used making you want to change the truth in your upcoming answer. A chuckle escaped his lips.

“Well, buttercup, let’s see what it can truly do.” Bucky finished, watching as you began to undress yourself for him and the experiences he enjoyed to lead on the human body. It didn’t take long for all of your clothes to be removed- Bucky getting rid of his upper pieces of clothing as well- and you were now laying down with your head pressed against the pillow. Your legs remained spread, knees stuck to your chest as you exposed your bare and pulsating sexe to the older man. Your core, which had yet to soak up, couldn’t appear to wait for Bucky’s touches and what would certainly come along. The man smirked, laying down beside your body as his eyes remained glued to your chest.

His free hand took ahold of the fleshy mound, lips soon wrapping around your areola which he sucked on from a brief moment before setting it free in order to focus on your cunt. A gentle moan escaped your lips, your organism simply reacting to receiving some masculine attention again after spending all this time pleasuring yourself. When the sound of the working vibrator finally began to echo throughout the bedroom, you felt your body automatically fill itself up with bliss and excitement, toes clenching as you eagerly waited for Bucky to begin to work his magic. It didn’t take long until the tip of the vibrating sex toy finally collided with your clit, gliding up and down your slit before going back up to your sensitive bud.

Bucky managed to find his way through your clitoral hood in order to properly reach for your clit, which resulted in shockwaves of pleasure travelling through your crotch and overall lower abdomen. It felt divine, yet still hard to handle and had you clench against the bedsheets. “Buck-“ you began, only to be stopped by the man himself who made sure to keep you within his strong hold to guarantee stability. He now began to rub the tip of the working vibrator in circles against your clit, being perfectly aware that it would make you feel even weaker than you already were. However, you now had grown used to the vibrations, and it didn’t affect you as much as he would’ve wished.

“Feeling anything yet sweetheart?” Bucky asked as he took the initiative to coat the tip of the vibrator in your love juice before allowing himself to slide it within your entrance. The toy vibrated against your walls, though it only started to feel nice once Bucky began to thrust the length in and out of you. “Mmh..” you responded briefly, earning a frustrated sigh coming from the working man. Persuaded that this vibrator was useless, Bucky took it out of you before turning it off and carelessly tossing it to the side, earning a rather upset state coming from your confused self. “Why’d you do that?” You asked before sensing the tip of his cold vibranium fingers come in contact with your clit. It didn’t take long for you to understand his upcoming plans.

“Mmh..” his fingers held just the right type of vibrating pace, which seemed to be growing stronger through time. Your eyelids shut close, head peacefully resting against the pillow as Bucky carried on making his digits rub and vibrate against your cunt. “Are you feeling it now?..” he asked again, blue eyes staring at your clenched face as he appeared to enjoy watching your facial expressions twitch and change. “I am..” you responded breathlessly, those words leading Bucky’s fingers to accelerate the rythme. This was seriously beginning to send you head over heels, allowing your climax to build up within your crotch as Bucky continued to willingly work his magic on you.

In the corner of your mind, you were seriously beginning to wonder if the man’s arm wouldn’t overheat and explode- but it thankfully didn’t. Instead, it carried on vibrating against your clenched core which was desperately seeking for release. It soon became too hard to handle, a burning sensation taking over your legs and sexe the more Bucky’s fingers remained pressed against your clit- offering it pats and rubs. Before you could know it, your orgasm showed up and filled your body with pure bliss, your muscles contracting and tensing up- feeling secretly grateful about the fact that Bucky was here to hold you down and restrain you from hurting yourself. Bucky’s digits progressively paced down, wishing to slowly take away the reason to why you had gone physically crazy.

“That’s it.. you can’t imagine for how long I’ve been wishing to see you purr like a little kitten for me.” Bucky revealed proudly, hand finally moving away from your sexe. “Quit wasting your money on useless toys. Save up some cash by calling my number instead.” The man advised with a wink before sitting up onto his bum, allowing you to recover from the intense overstimulation you had just been put through.

@bucky-soldat ,, you deserve to be tagged in this. I love you!❤️

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[lilevixen]

heyyy, idk if u write bertholdt or are even taking requests, but if u are can i request giving bertholdt an orgasm denial from a f!reader and it’s been like 3 hours that he’s had to hold it? thanks if u can :)

sweet boy

Characters: sub!Bertholdt Hoover x dom!female bodied reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.9k

Description: Reader teaches Bertholdt a lesson after he gets a bit too touchy with them in front of their friends

•WARNING- 18+ CONTENT: orgasm denial, no-contact orgasm, descriptions of oral sex (male receiving), dacryphilia(ish?)•

“Baby, please, I said I was s-sorry!” Bertholdt whined from across the room for what felt like the millionth time that evening. You casted a look of faux boredom over your shoulder from your small wooden desk, trying your best to remain blasé at the mouth-watering sight of your boyfriend still sat criss-cross applesauce completely bare on the bed. He was so good for you, so obedient; his arms never once left from behind his back for entirety of the time you had him there. How long did you have him there? After you two got back from the dining hall, minutes easily spilled into hours in the smudgy haze of repressed lust you had established. The only indicator of how long Berthodlt had been sitting there for, cock upright and twitching for attention, was how absolutely worn out he looked. Every inch of his deep, tan skin was glittering with sweat, cords of muscle in his thighs and abdomen strained beneath his flesh so severely they looked like they could snap any second, his chest heaved erratically as if he had just run a marathon- this was absolute torture for him, you could tell. You would’ve felt bad, if he hadn’t disobeyed you in the first place.

“Huh? I was reading, sweetie. I didn’t hear you,” a bald-faced lie on your part. Your eyes kept tracking over the same paragraph over and over again without absorbing any of the information in your brain, the sweet pleas of your boyfriend claiming all the space in your mind instead. His lip quivered at your persistence in feigning ignorance of his situation and tears quickly filled his dark eyes.

“P-Please! Can you please t-touch me? I need you so bad I think I might e-explode,” he stammered out, his voice meek but desperate, shameless, so needy and you felt it throb between your legs, adding to the arousal already collecting along your inner thighs. Despite how incredibly turned on you were, you let out a slow sigh hiss past your lips as if you were getting irritated.

“Well, you got to touch me plenty, sweets. In front of everyone, just like I asked you not to,” excitement overtook your annoyance some time ago, but what you brought up was a genuine point of contention. From the very beginning you made it clear you wanted your relationship to be private. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of him or anything, you just hated all the unnecessary attention couples garnered, all the mindless gossip and speculation of who plays what role, the whispers, the stares. And once Bertholdt had gotten comfortable with you, always seeking your touch like a love sick little puppy, you knew this was something that needed to be discussed. He agreed at the time, ‘if it means I get to be with you, I guess it’s okay,’ he said, but as things progressed he would give away your relationship in little ways. At first it was just the way he would look at you (which was only natural given your feeling for each other, you supposed), staring at your lips for a little too long when you spoke, a little twinkle of fondness in his warm eyes. You let this slide, because it was minimal and no one seemed to notice. But slowly, he started doing more and more things that you had to call him out on, resting his head on your shoulder, using his thumb to tenderly swipe crumbs of food off your face, nearly calling you baby- until finally, tonight in the dining hall while having supper with your friends, he practically announced you two were together by kissing your hand when you burnt it on a scalding bowl of soup. Porco was too involved with his food to notice, but you could feel Reiner and Annie’s eyes hovering over you as if you were an alien. Too embarrassed to handle their reactions, you excused yourself to your room and quickly left before they even had a chance to say anything, Bertholdt obviously right on your heels. He tried to embrace you and kiss you and apologize to make it all better, but his penchant for physical affection was what got you in this situation in the first place. So that’s when you decided to give him a little time-out. Even though, your edge was starting to wear down after hearing him whine out for you for so long.

“I know! I-I just don’t like seeing you get hurt! I didn’t think they were looking at us, I’m sorry Y/N!” he choked out, squirming against the air as if that would provide some sort of relief. “I’m s-so hard for you it feels like ‘m gonna pass out.”

“Oh really? And what do you want me to do about that?” You asked in a snarky tone to mask the unadulterated lust pulsing through you, going back to fake-reading your text book.

“I want you to touch me! I want to feel you, any part of you, until I cum over and over…” you could hear the thought in his voice as he got lost in what he was describing, and you didn’t need to turn around to know he was biting his lip with his head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut and brows knitted. Another hot rush of arousal swirled in deep in your stomach.

“You know I can’t do that, baby,” you said against your own body’s command.

“Y-Yes you can! I promise I’ll be good from now on, I w-won’t hold your hand or kiss you or hug you in front of anyone again! Just please, I need you Y/N,” maybe it was your own excitement, or how fucking good he sounded begging for you like a pitiful little boy, but this finally broke your resolve. It would be cruel to let him stay there like that all night, anyway. You pushed yourself out of your seat and made your way to Berthdolt’s trembling form on the bed. Even you just getting closer to him caused his heavy breathing to pick up pace.

“How do you want me, my sweet boy?” you purred, laying down flat on your stomach before his lanky body so that his dick towered above you like a skyscraper.

“A-Any way,” he looked down at you beneath his dark, fluttering lashes, swiveling his hips in anticipation of your touch. You let out a soft scoff.

“Be specific or I can’t help you~,” you said with a sweet lilt in your voice, harsh words laced with honey. His eyes blew open wide at your threat to leave him a writhing, unfulfilled mess for even longer than you already had.

“Can you take me in your mouth? Please?” A new wave of blush spread across his cheeks as he said this, and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was.

“There you go, baby,” you giggled. You guided your featherlight fingertips along the slick muscle of his thighs, causing him to tense up immediately, and you could actually see the thrum of his heartbeat racing beneath his skin in faint flits. He was so sensitive by now you didn’t doubt he would explode just like he said before. Your fingers playfully walked along the slope of his legs, working their way inwards, and you teased them to a gradual stop mere inches from where he needed you most. He was panting like a dog at this point, chest rising and falling violently as he looked down at you, jaw slack and eyes cloudy with frustrated tears.

“You’ve been waiting for this, huh?” You dragged your tongue along your lower lip and leaned in close to his pulsating cock so that your breath fanned across his shaft, digging your fingers into the tendons of his inner thigh. He gasped, the shock of you finally gracing him with some sort of stimulation overwhelming his worked-up body, and a throb of pleasure shot through his dick with such alarming intensity that you could see it expand in his veins and swell at the tip. You blinked up at him, a bit startled yourself. He was so close already and you barely even touched him… Maybe you didn’t even need to touch him.

“U-Uhuh!” He nodded frantically, tears now spilling down his flushed face and drool dribbling down his chin; the sight would’ve been sad if it wasn’t so fucking hot. You massaged your fingertips into the thin, sweat-slicked skin on either side of his balls and slowly moved your lips upwards so that they were ghosting the hot, leaking head of his penis. His whole body shuddered underneath you, hips eagerly twitching to meet your lips, but only mildly, timidly, making it clear he was still completely under your control.

“I bet you’ve been imagining this for so long, my lips around your cock, feeling me squeeze you in my throat,” you hummed, your lips just barely brushing his dickhead as you spoke, and to him the vibration of your voice and the warm flutters of your breath against him felt just as sensational as the euphoric grip of your walls after hours of waiting for any kind of attention. This was exactly what you suspected, what you were hoping. He was such a desperate mess that he could get off to just your words and proximity. “Can you feel it? My pretty little mouth drooling around you?”

“A-Ah! Yes!” He cried out, and his stiff cock slapped against his belly eagerly as if he was truly feeling every bit of what you were describing, hell, even you were starting to feel it from his reactions alone, the ache between your legs growing almost painful.

“Does my sweet boy want to cum down my throat?” You kept steady eye contact with him, savoring every bit of watching him crumble before you, intentionally letting your breath pour past your lips in heavy pants, and he bucked into the air with each puff, his abdomen flexed tight and his thighs shuddering.

“Ahaha y-yes please!” He whimpered, the rhythm of his hips gently rising to meet your breath becoming twitchy and unstable, a clear sign that he was on the brink of long-awaited release. A coy smile played at the ends of your lips as you batted your lashed up at him.

“Then cum for me,” and on command, his whole body convulsed under the weight of sweet, sweet climax, at long last, the hugest load you’d ever seen erupting out of him in thick, hot torrents that sprayed right in his face. You were so proud of him, your poor baby, putting up with your little act for hours on end despite yearning for you so immensely that you didn’t even need to touch his cock for him to bust. He just loved you that much and why exactly? You quite honestly didn’t know. You almost felt the need to apologize for treating him so cruelly, but at the end of the day you were trying to teach him a lesson, and based on how he was looking at you, right eye squeezed shut to prevent cum from getting in his eye, body rattling with exhaustion, it was safe to say he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. The least you could do was help him clean up. You got up on your knees and took his clammy face in your hands, gliding your tongue along his salty skin to get rid of all the cum, saliva, tears- whatever fluids were coating his face. When you were done, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you, my sweet boy.”

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A/N:

HEYYY LOVELIESSS💓💓 here’s my first official completed request (woohoo)!!! Bertholdt is not usually a character I would accept writing but this request kinda had me GRRRR ya know (thank you for that anon, I truly hope you’ll enjoy this! This was my first time writing orgasm denial too so idk if i did it right NAKWKA)? BUTTT yeah here ya go, bloop ilyyyy

~Bunny

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